#so I’m happy to make an inference…

[petri808]

Du-Dun 😏

And the approving parents 🫢🥰

[lumsel]

chinese room 2

So there’s this guy, right? He sits in a room by himself, with a computer and a keyboard full of Chinese characters. He doesn’t know Chinese, though, in fact he doesn’t even realise that Chinese is a language. He just thinks it’s a bunch of odd symbols. Anyway, the computer prints out a paragraph of Chinese, and he thinks, whoa, cool shapes. And then a message is displayed on the computer monitor: which character comes next?

This guy has no idea how the hell he’s meant to know that, so he just presses a random character on the keyboard. And then the computer goes BZZZT, wrong! The correct character was THIS one, and it flashes a character on the screen. And the guy thinks, augh, dammit! I hope I get it right next time. And sure enough, computer prints out another paragraph of Chinese, and then it asks the guy, what comes next?

He guesses again, and he gets it wrong again, and he goes augh again, and this carries on for a while. But eventually, he presses the button and it goes DING! You got it right this time! And he is so happy, you have no idea. This is the best day of his life. He is going to do everything in his power to make that machine go DING again. So he starts paying attention. He looks at the paragraph of Chinese printed out by the machine, and cross-compares it against all the other paragraphs he’s gotten. And, recall, this guy doesn’t even know that this is a language, it’s just a sequence of weird symbols to him. But it’s a sequence that forms patterns. He notices that if a particular symbol is displayed, then the next symbol is more likely to be this one. He notices some symbols are more common in general. Bit by bit, he starts to draw statistical inferences about the symbols, he analyses the printouts every way he can, he writes extensive notes to himself on how to recognise the patterns.

Over time, his guesses begin to get more and more accurate. He hears those lovely DING sounds that indicate his prediction was correct more and more often, and he manages to use that to condition his instincts better and better, picking up on cues consciously and subconsciously to get better and better at pressing the right button on the keyboard. Eventually, his accuracy is like 70% or something -- pretty damn good for a guy who doesn’t even know Chinese is a language.

* * *

One day, something odd happens.

He gets a printout, the machine asks what character comes next, and he presses a button on the keyboard and-- silence. No sound at all. Instead, the machine prints out the exact same sequence again, but with one small change. The character he input on the keyboard has been added to the end of the sequence.

Which character comes next?

This weirds the guy out, but he thinks, well. This is clearly a test of my prediction abilities. So I’m not going to treat this printout any differently to any other printout made by the machine -- shit, I’ll pretend that last printout I got? Never even happened. I’m just going to keep acting like this is a normal day on the job, and I’m going to predict the next symbol in this sequence as if it was one of the thousands of printouts I’ve seen before. And that’s what he does! He presses what symbol comes next, and then another printout comes out with that symbol added to the end, and then he presses what he thinks will be the next symbol in that sequence. And then, eventually, he thinks, “hm. I don’t think there’s any symbol after this one. I think this is the end of the sequence.” And so he presses the “END” button on his keyboard, and sits back, satisfied.

Unbeknownst to him, the sequence of characters he input wasn’t just some meaningless string of symbols. See, the printouts he was getting, they were all always grammatically correct Chinese. And that first printout he’d gotten that day in particular? It was a question: “How do I open a door.” The string of characters he had just input, what he had determined to be the most likely string of symbols to come next, formed a comprehensible response that read, “You turn the handle and push”.

* * *

One day you decide to visit this guy’s office. You’ve heard he’s learning Chinese, and for whatever reason you decide to test his progress. So you ask him, “Hey, which character means dog?”

He looks at you like you’ve got two heads. You may as well have asked him which of his shoes means “dog”, or which of the hairs on the back of his arm. There’s no connection in his mind at all between language and his little symbol prediction game, indeed, he thinks of it as an advanced form of mathematics rather than anything to do with linguistics. He hadn’t even conceived of the idea that what he was doing could be considered a kind of communication any more than algebra is. He says to you, “Buddy, they’re just funny symbols. No need to get all philosophical about it.”

Suddenly, another printout comes out of the machine. He stares at it, puzzles over it, but you can tell he doesn’t know what it says. You do, though. You’re fluent in the language. You can see that it says the words, “Do you actually speak Chinese, or are you just a guy in a room doing statistics and shit?”

The guy leans over to you, and says confidently, “I know it looks like a jumble of completely random characters. But it’s actually a very sophisticated mathematical sequence,” and then he presses a button on the keyboard. And another, and another, and another, and slowly but surely he composes a sequence of characters that, unbeknownst to him, reads “Yes, I know Chinese fluently! If I didn’t I would not be able to speak with you.”

That is how ChatGPT works.

[risestarkiss]

Being Purple ○ Part Two

Rise Ramblings #315

Previous | Being Purple ○ Part One This post is a continuation, so I recommend reading Part One before reading this Part Two. ••••

We’ve talked about what Donatello was and his role in the family.

But, we never examined why. Why is Donnie so gung ho on physically providing for his family?

Well, to understand why he feels that way, we need to go back to the beginning. After Splinter and the turtles were mutated, Yoshi was obviously unable to access any of the funds or resources he held as Lou Jitsu due to, you know, him now being a giant rat. He had to start life a new from the bottom of society.

We don’t know what happened during their time on the streets, but we can make some inferences as to what happened next. Splinter eventually moved the boys down into the sewers and was able find a comfortable space for himself and his little family.

Here is where I’m going to try my best to piece together the order of events regarding Donatello’s earliest contributions. I’ll be using two episodes: the season one finale, “End Game,” and the Nick web exclusive mini-episode, “Turtle Tots.”

In Turtle Tots, the family has gathered in Splinter’s room. We can also see the den through Splinter’s doorway. This home is, indeed, the home that we are familiar with in the show. Thus, we now know that at this age the boys were already living in the sewers. We also know that the den has already been outfitted with a tv, electricity, and probably some kind of cable hookup.

Is it possible that Splints did this electrical work all on his own? “End Game” gives us a clue that can lead us to an answer.

Here he is, the boy of the hour. In this picture, given the perspective, young Donnie is much shorter than Splinter. Their heights here are actually comparable to their height difference in the “Turtle Tots” clip. Therefore, I believe it’s fair to conclude that Donatello is about the same height in both instances, and likewise, relatively the same age.  

Given that new piece of information, now we can speculate further.

When you look at the room that crying Dondon is in, he’s surrounded by wires, batteries, boxes, and what appears to be little bits of tech that he was working on, hence the booboo. There’s a small rotary plane of some sort, a tiny workbench, and other bits and pieces. So, we can deduce that Donnie is familiar with electrical work and is building things for himself, even at this young age.

Donatello is already cooking.

With that evidence, I believe it’s reasonable to surmise that Donatello had a hand in hooking the den up with a refurbished TV and in wiring the house with electricity, which is such a big job for such a little guy.  

If it had stopped there, I wouldn’t bring it up, but as we can plainly see…

It never stopped. His labors are endless. Everything from the turtles’ transportation, their living space, and their comforts at home was created, built, enhanced, and refurbished by Donatello. Consequently, he internalized the idea that his usefulness equated to the safety and security of his family. And that’s just how he lived his life.

He doesn’t know any different, and I’m sure at this point he wouldn’t want any different. This is his role. This is his place. Besides, his beneficence makes his brothers happy, and his father happy, and by extension it makes him happy.

Hence, his “gift giving” love language.

If Donnie is happy, then where’s the problem?

I’m sorry, but external validation as a primary source of happiness, or even worse, as a source of self-esteem, is dangerous…

But I digress…

From the outside looking in, it’s easy to assume that his genius is best utilized as a tool for the team’s benefit. But as a child, the weight of ensuring their entire family’s physical infrastructure is a large burden to bear…and it is almost the exact definition of Instrumental Parentification.

Parentification is a process in which a role reversal occurs where the child or adolescent is obligated to act as a parent would to their siblings or to their actual parent. Instrumental Parentification involves a child assuming the responsibilities of maintaining a household through physical means. In this case, Donatello literally maintains the household.

I’ve said all of that to say this.

Donatello has been subjected to Instrumental Parentification for almost his entire life. He doesn’t know life without providing for his family, but he’s happiest when his family is comfortable and safe.

So when we ask, why does Donatello make these sacrifices for his family, the answer is obvious. Love. And that answer reigns true in the past, present, and future…

Anyways, Donatello is such a complex and intriguing character, I could go on about him forever. But I think this as good a place as any to put a pin in my deep dive on this fiery little grape, because our next dive’s focus is on the true pinnacle of the Hamato clan…

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Previous | Being Big Red • Being Baby Blue • Being Purple ○ Part One

Next | Orange, Baby!

Finale | Being Hamato Yoshi

[mrzombielover]

— könig relationship headcanons

rating; sfw and nsfw

warnings: nsfw, virginity, this is just filthy and not really edited and a spew of random disconnected thoughts

a/n; oh my actual god tysm for 1k+ likes on my ghost drabble i did NOT expect any attention so thank you😭

to get in a relationship with this guy you def had to make the first move, he’s too shy to do anything

(i’ll prob make separate headcanons w him pining over you tbh)

but once you ARE in a relationship? man

his severe social anxiety manifests in a way that just makes him really awkward. like🧍

clingiest boyfriend alive, mf like 6’10 250 lbs clinging to your arm when u go in public and asking you to order for him

doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re not there. you leave and he just waits for you to come back.

he just loves you so much, he’s not stupid by all means but you’re the one that thinks for him and he’s happy w that arrangement

likes when you refer to him as big guy or esp YOUR big guy bc yes. he is a big guy. thanks for noticing :)

while he couldn’t be a sniper bc of his size, there are some perks to his height. namely scaring the ever loving fuck out of any guy he may be jealous of

he’s not vocal and much too shy to really do anything but he will stand over your shoulder vaguely threateningly glaring at the guy.

he’s incredibly easy to fluster, part of the reason he likes wearing a mask is because you won’t be able to see how easy it is to make him blush

this is heightened in public places, because of his shy nature any type of pda drives him crazy and he gets wound up very quickly

gently touch his arm or chest when talking to him, put a hand on his shoulder or thigh when laughing, get his attention touching the back of his neck, literally any of the tamest touch will have his face and ears all hot and red.

not just touching him, either, just existing as hot as you are in his presence makes him stiff.

doesn’t talk a lot in general, and i don’t think that changes in bed. he’s a quiet person, so treasure the groans you do get to hear

down so horrendous

everyone knows the quiet guys are the hung ones

and man is he PACKIN

i hope you have a size kink because everything about him is huge, from his stature to his muscles to his cock

i’m thinking upwards of 8 inches, insanely thick and a deep reddish color, tip color #b3505e

due to his anxiety and quiet nature, he has had extremely little experience with relationships and sex. he was bullied in school, and i can’t imagine him having a lot of practice before meeting you

my little meow meow so easily flustered and blushing bright red the whole time

his thoughts are probably “oh my god oh fuck wow holy oh my god oh my god” and he can’t form any real sentences or coherent thoughts

probably busts prematurely and then he’s so embarrassed, would freak out about it until you calm him down and tell him it’s okay

then he’d make it up to you

what he’s lacking in experience he makes up for with eagerness, he’s a fast learner and attentive to detail

gives AMAZING head. once he learns how you like it it’s over for you. has his head buried between your thighs for hours, and his tongue in combination with thick fingers splitting you open will have your legs shaking and you crying

if you ever don’t want to sit on his face for fear of hurting him or hover above instead of putting your weight on him he looks at you like >:((

leans towards the submissive side, will do anything you want him to do and is down to experiment

when it comes to what HE wants tho… he is much too shy to ask to try stuff out it takes a lot of courage u might need to infer some things

enjoys being submissive the majority of the time but there are times when he gets so wound up and desperate he’ll just take you how he wants (lord have mercy…)

in these situations i imagine it’s probably been a bit since you’ve last had the chance to be… intimate. naturally you take it upon yourself to tease him whenever given the chance, trying your hardest to make him blush

he also has an extremely high sex drive, he’s an absolute beast of a man and can go for 2-3 rounds without break. just crazy amounts of stamina and strength. this in combination with you teasing him means you’re really in for it the second you have some alone time

no matter how much you weigh he could pick you up and handle you like a rag doll. he is HUGE and insanely strong as previously mentioned

in conclusion just big and strong and very much loving and protective in his own weird 🧍 way

**these will be elaborated on soon trust i plan on doing nsfw alphabets for the whole task force + my boy

masterlist

[thefreakandthehair]

I just wanna see that smile

wc: 1.1k | tags: canon-compliant injury/recovery, hospital setting, getting together, (brief and inferred mutual) pining, first kiss

a/n: happy (belated) birthday to my pal, @firefly-party! kei drew this piece last year and it was one of the first artworks we talked about when we became friends. this series has continued to live in my brain ever since, so I decided to write a little something in the universe!

Eddie woke up on March 26th, 1986 and Steve’s waited patiently for this moment ever since. 

Well, patient is a misnomer— he’d waited quietly to anyone not named Robin or Dustin. Robin, because she knows him too well and there’s no point in trying to hide anything from her and Dustin, because he’d apparently grown up overnight and pieced together that Steve sitting at Eddie’s bedside and holding his fucking hand every time he waltzed into the room meant something. 

Or maybe it was when Steve gave Eddie all of his rings back, sliding them carefully onto his shaking fingers with a comforting smile. 

Or maybe when Eddie sat up unassisted for the first time and Steve nearly hit the ceiling, bracing him in a panic as if all of his stitches and staples would burst with the tiny movement he’d been working toward in physical therapy. 

Hell, maybe it was Steve taking over some of Eddie’s care for himself, washing his hair and braiding it because the staff at Hawkins Memorial are doing nothing more than the bare minimum to make sure they don’t get sued, or even more frightening, reamed out by the new duo of Hopper and Wayne again. Either way, his hair was making Steve’s own scalp itchy. 

Dustin never tells Steve what it was exactly that tipped him off but whatever it was, it’s enough for Dustin to give Steve the floor when Eddie’s getting ready to discharge back home. And that’s how, exactly two months later to the day from Eddie waking up, Steve enters Eddie’s otherwise empty room armed with a special treat in the form of milkshakes to find Eddie pouring over an unfortunately familiar stack of papers. 

“NDA?” Steve asks, nodding at the papers in Eddie’s lap. He’s upright, fully dressed in the black sweatpants Jeff brought by and a cut off Metallica tee shirt, bandages around his stomach and neck. 

Eddie mutters as he reads under his breath, eyes flitting across the page. 

“How the fuck do they expect any of us common folk to understand a fucking word of this? Hereby? Wherein? Hitherto? What fucking year did I wake up in, man?”

“Yeah, I think the whole point is that you don’t read what you’re signing but I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Steve huffs a small laugh through his nose as he steps carefully around Eddie’s crutches. “You may as well just sign it because if you don’t, they’ll forge it anyway. Now finish signing your life rights away so you can have this milkshake with me.” 

Eddie perks up, looking away from the mess of papers and smiling up at Steve with a smile so genuine, it punches the air out of his lungs. He keeps looking at him like this, like Steve’s a breath of fresh air, like he's someone Eddie wants to have around. 

Steve isn’t sure what to do with that look yet, but he’s sure glad it’s there. 

“Celebration milkshakes? Is this a freedom gift?” Eddie signs the NDA quickly and sets the pen down on the bed next to him. 

“It sure is. Figured this could make up for all those lame popsicles from the cafeteria.” 

The mattress creaks as Steve sits down on the edge, just to the side of the railing, and hands Eddie the strawberry treat. Their fingers graze, Steve’s chilled and Eddie’s warm. His hand is still a little shaky, trembling as he takes hold of the cup, but they’re warm and warm means alive. 

Eddie’s hand can tremble for the rest of his goddamn life so long as it’s always warm. 

They each take a sip, smooth ice cream slurping up their straws, and after a moment, Eddie sighs.

“Is it weird that I’m actually sort of worried about leaving?” 

Steve’s eyebrows knit together, looking down at Eddie’s rings glinting beneath the offensive fluorescent lights above them.

“What are you worried about?”

“Uh, well, I did almost die. And the town still wishes I did. It’s a lot easier to make those dreams a reality outside of these walls, y’know? And I’m uh…” Steve watches as Eddie takes a breath and Steve suddenly misses the early days when Eddie was connected to the heart rate monitor. 

“You’re…?” Steve presses, sipping his milkshake again to appear casual. 

“I see you all the time here. Guess I just don’t want that to change.” 

Steve’s heart skips a beat, clattering in his chest and pounding at his ribs, desperately trying to crack him right open and run to the man who’s claimed it. Eddie watches him with cautious eyes, opens his mouth to say something else but Steve cuts him off before he can take it back. 

“Why do you think that’d change? Forest Hills is a lot closer than this shithole, and you won’t be kept under lock and key. And as for the first thing, well, Wayne and Nancy have a lot in common and I have a bat loaded up with nails in the trunk of my car.” Steve rests his free hand on Eddie’s knee. “No one's gonna fuck with you. Don’t worry about that.” 

“You sound a little cocky there, Stevie.” Eddie lifts one eyebrow, glancing from Steve���s hand up to his eyes. “Ready to fight for my honor or something?”

“Yep.” 

He hadn’t brought the milkshakes intending to use them as props, but he’s glad he has something to do to fill the space as Eddie watches him with questioning eyes. As he slurps through the straw, grating noise still preferable over the awkward silence, Eddie’s pinched expression turns softer, realization dawning between the stark white walls of the hospital and the pink ice cream in both of their hands. 

“You’re serious.” Eddie says. 

“Took you that long to figure that out?” Steve teases. 

“I’ve been a little busy with learning how to breathe and walk again. Y’know, just little things.” Eddie rolls his eyes with that same fond smile, free hand lacing its fingers through Steve’s. “So what you’re saying is that I’ll see you just as much outside of this prison as I have inside of it?” 

Steve shrugs. “Probably even more, honestly. There are no visiting hours at Wayne’s, and it’s not like I have a job to rush off to these days. You’re stuck with me, Ed. At least for as long as you want me around.” 

Eddie snorts, unceremoniously scoffing in Steve’s face as if in disbelief.

“Don’t make promises like that. What happens when I never want you to leave?” 

The air shifts, growing heavier as they find themselves leaning closer, two satellites orbiting one another by nothing but gravitational pull. 

Steve’s not sure who actually closes the gap, but he finds himself with his lips pressed against Eddie’s— sweet, chilled, a little chapped but smiling against his. Months of waiting, of hoping that he’d get this opportunity, come to a deafening crescendo and it takes all of his discipline to not push. Instead, they pull apart and Steve smiles, tucking loose hair behind Eddie’s ear. 

“That’s easy. I’d just never leave.”

fun fact: kei, I wrote your birthday down in my calendar as the 28th for some reason, a solid ten days late, so know that this was planned from the get-go but was just a tad bit late.

[projecttreehouse]

tips for setting the scene

it’s easy to get caught up in dialogue or a character’s internal dialogue and forget altogether that they, too, exist in their own physical world. as authors, it’s primarily our job to convey the exact amount of information: the reader is on a need to know basis, but they also need to know enough to draw their own conclusions. i’ll admit, it’s a difficult task, but here are some tips to help set a scene:

- imagine the world from the eyes of your character: how do they see things? do they see the big picture first or are they drawn to smaller details that others don’t often notice? what’s pulling their attention away from the action or their own thoughts?

- breathe life into your scenes: i don’t mean the english teacher’s equivalent of “the curtains were blue means that the character is sad.” i’m talking about the blue filter in Twilight that conveys the “constant cover of clouds and rain” and the shift from the Arizona desert to the cool Pacific Northwest. think about all the small details that convey information about a scene and allow the readers to make inferences. if the character walks along a street and the yards shift from overgrown hedges with frayed yard chairs and a birdbath containing a mini swamp to yards with freshly cut grass with white picket fences and ornate wreathes hanging on the doors, you’re providing all of the details for readers to make an inference. context is needed, too, but that will be provided in the whole of your novel or short story. don’t be afraid to provide details and use figurative language.

- spread out your details: did you feel bombarded in the last tip? i provided a lot of details quickly, all at once, without spreading them between action, dialogue, or internal dialogue. i’m not going to stop you from being the next J.R.R. Tolkien if that’s how you like to write, but try not to overwhelm the reader with details all at once. it will feel more natural if you spread things out and allow the reader to feel as if they, too, are with the character in their environment. this is more of a stylistic tip, so take it with a grain of salt and think about what will work best for your novel. always go back to that and to what your character is seeing. how is this all playing out for them? how can you put feeling into the scene?

- place your characters within the scene: where are they in their environment? how are they interacting with the people or objects in it? what do they think about these things? you don’t need to tell the reader everything your character does, but provide enough information so that we don’t get lost in their movement or stagnation. it helps to have someone else read your work if you’re struggling with this part. if they’re lost as to where the character is or what they’re doing, chances are a good portion of your readers will be confused, too. check out your prepositions. are there too many? too few? use them, but don’t abuse them.

happy writing! if you need help setting a scene or have any questions, our ask box is always open!

[strangelittlestories]

“What entertainment do you bring before me today?” Squawked Augustine, the king of the birds. “Have the mockingbird players returned from their tour of the provinces? Or maybe that prattling parrot will reprise its human impressions?”

“Alas, milord.” Replied the king’s seneschal, a somewhat fussy flamingo. “You had the parrot killed for excessive repetitions and hesitations.”

“So I did!” The king spread his majestic tail feathers proudly, reliving the happy fuzz of murder. “Well, they knew the rules. Or, at least, *I* knew the rules and they probably should have inferred them.”

“One can never argue with your execution of the law.” Said the long-suffering seneschal, keenly aware that the wrong answer could result in his suffering moving from *long* to *short*. “Or with the law of your executions, for that matter…”

“Speaking of executions,” Said the king, whose mind was never truly far from state-sanctioned violence, “Do we have any on the docket for today?”

“Your majesty, I’m afraid the dungeons are quite empty.”

“What, no traitors left?”

“No, sire.”

“No criminals of any kind? No thieves or fraudsters or comedians who are overly reliant on props?”

“All thoroughly and legally murked, milord.”

“Well, I suppose send in my jester, then. I’m so dreadfully bored.”

At this command, the jester fluttered into the room, wearing a jaunty cap made out of a McDonald’s wrapper with a small lost key jangling from it in place of a bell.

The king and seneschal looked at the jester - the air was heavy with the potential for further royal atrocities. The seneschal crossed his talons.

“Coo.” Said the pigeon jester, hilariously.

A pause. A silence.

“Coo.” Said the pigeon jester again, making unblinking eye contact with the king.

The silence stretched on further. (Surely it could not keep on stretching or it would pull something…)

“Coo.” Said the pigeon jester, tragically.

And at this, the king finally burst into laughter. Uproarious, over-the-top, gut-busting laughter.

Which was just the distraction the seneschal needed. The elaborate flamingo costume was abandoned; the false wooden legs clattered to the floor and the fake neck - a painted length of hose pipe - flopped grotesquely back and forth.

From the costume burst forth a small army of truly tiny owls, which set about tying up the king while he was still prostrate from the laughter.

“What is the meaning of this?” Wailed the king.

“Coup.” Said the pigeon jester, accurately.

“Your reign of terror is at an end, vile tyrant!” Chirped an Elf Owl, puffing up its chest. “Revolution is here and your foul murderous regime will fall. In its place will rise a majestic and fair government! Vive la republic of feathers!”

“This is a conspiracy!” Cried the king.

���No,” Said the Elf Owl. “A conspiracy is ravens.”

“Owls are…” It donned a tiny pair of sunglasses. “...a Parliament.”

[rafecameronsslxt]

Please make a part 2 to forbidden touch

Stepbrother! Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: After so many months of teasing you find your stepbrother Rafe masturbating with your panties.

Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, taboo themes, stepcest, called bitch, nicknames like stepbrother, stepsister, and stepbrother, teasing, p in v, and grinding.

A/N: I hope this doesn't seem too rushed, but they did get a happy ending!

Part one

You tried to push him away, you did, but he wouldn’t leave. It was supposed to be a night of releasing pent-up tension- or that’s what you told yourself, and now Rafe can’t keep his hands off you. It wasn’t just sex, Rafe confided in you. He told you things he’d never tell anyone else, and you replicated his gestures and late-night talks. Your friends started to notice how close you and Rafe had become, and so did your Mother. She was delighted that Rafe had someone to talk to, for him to have such a good sister like you. 

   You put your hands on Rafe’s chest to stop him from kissing you. “Rafe, we can’t do this anymore before- before we get attached. I’m serious.” You were lying through your teeth. He knew it because you were already attached. “I thought we inferred that you were a good sister. Can’t fuck your stepbrother one more time, baby.” His veiny hand makes its way up your thigh and unbuttons your shorts. He slips his hand under your panties, gliding his finger over your slit before easing his middle finger into you. “You like that sister?” The nickname only made you wetter. You nod, leaning to kiss him, but he pushes you away and removes his finger from your cunt. You rub your thighs concurrently, whining. 

   Rafe lays you back against your pillows, his body between your legs, his erection pressed against your pussy. “You’re going to kiss me next time like a good stepsister?” He grabs your jaw, lips pushing together as you choke out a desperate yes, grinding your hips onto his. Rafe presses his mouth to yours and spits saliva angrily into your mouth, and you swallow it like a good stepsister. Despite your neediness, you pretend to gently run your hands through Rafe’s dishevelled hair but tug his head back, watching him smile sinisterly. This week Rafe has had a temper hence the anger already shared in the few seconds, and you always let him use you. So it was time to have a switch. Until you hear your Mother’s voice from the other side, causing you to stiffen up. “Yeah, Mom?” You call out while Rafe kisses your jaw, only to find your sweet spot for you to moan quietly. “I need to talk to you.” You yell out okay.

   “Rafe Cameron, the bathroom now!” You whisper-scream at him because he won’t stop kissing you. Then, finally, you push him by the butt to get in there, rolling your eyes after.

   You compose yourself before opening the bedroom door, taking deep breaths and buttoning up your shorts. “Mom, what do you want to talk about?” You smile, both of you sitting on the bed where you were grinding onto Rafe. “I know you and Rafe have been becoming closer, and I just want you to be careful because he can be…” She rubs her neck, giving you a slight smile and obvious ‘mom’ advice. All girls should be wary around Rafe because the next thing you know, you're having sex with him every day. 

   “But, I also wanted you to know that me and Ward aren’t doing so hot right now.” You try not to look happy because your mom is heartbroken, but you choke on your spit, wheezing until your breath becomes stable. She gives you a worried look but brushes it off. “I’m hoping it’ll work out, but I’m exhausted after this long day.” You yawn on cue, eyes saddening for your mom's convenience. You walk her out to the hall. “Night, love you.” You shut and lock your bedroom door, jump onto Rafe excitedly, and wrap your legs around his waist. You kiss all over his face as he laughs. 

   He lightly throws you into the bed and quickly throws your shorts and panties to the wooden floor. You unbuckle his bed and slide his khakis off with his boxers, letting his cock lay against your abdomen. “I’m not fucking you.” He mumbles against your lips, placing a light kiss on them. You furrow your brows, confused. “But we got good news.” You sigh, irritated. Of course, Rafe had to be stubborn today. 

   Rafe rubs his tip up and down your folds, putting extra pressure on your clit. Your hands grasp the sheets until your knuckles turn white, and the only oxygen you can breathe is his because his mouth is sealed to yours. He pulls away. “C’mon, rub yourself on me since you decided to be a bitch today.” His gravelly voice whispers, biting your bottom lip, creating an indent from his teeth. 

   You’re so desperate that you oblige. You lower your cunt on Rafe’s erection, and every bulging vein is more prominent as you stroke his cock with your pussy, adding to the pleasure of his tip slightly curving up into you, but he doesn’t let it happen. “Just one thrust. Please, baby.” You pout sweetly, throwing your hands around his neck, legs shuddering just for Rafe to look conceited. He pulls your shirt off, sucking on your nipples that turn sensitive too quickly. “Rafe, please. I need you.” You say tersely, and you see him deciding whether he should. Finally, he does—one deep but profound thrust as you cry out in pleasure, covering your mouth quickly. 

   You knew you would barely last a minute because of his teasing. The bed squeaks with each movement, and your breasts bounce as Rafe pounds into you unmercifully. Finally, his hand rubs quick circles on your clit, and you are gone. Your eyes roll back, pussy spasming around his cock, and long lines of ripped skin on Rafe’s taut back. 

   A month later, you’re completely moved out of the Camerons' house and back into the comfort of your home. Fortunately, your feelings for Rafe didn’t leave but grew more assertive, leading to a secret relationship until it reached figure eight, and everyone knew. At first, you weren’t on speaking terms with most of your friends, but they later accepted it, saying more than needed kinky things about your relationship with Rafe. 

   You could call it a happy ending for now.

[leonsgotit]

OKAY SO. THE CONVERSATION NINA AND MAGGIE HAVE WITH CROWLEY RIGHT AT THE END OF EPISODE 6. I HAVE THOUGHTS.

(idk if someone has already said this but i was thinking about it so i’m gonna say it)

so. we’ve established that nina and aziraphale are narrative parallels for one another, as are maggie and crowley (i.e., “you were crying, and nina needed rescuing” “rescuing me makes him [crowley] so happy”) and so, when nina is talking about her own failed relationship and subsequent relationship with maggie, we can infer that this is also neil cleverly telling us about aziraphale and crowley’s relationship.

nina says, “my relationship just ended, i’m not ready to be in another one. i’d be a rebound mess, i can’t start seeing maggie.” relating this to aziraphale—in the grand scheme of things, aziraphale’s “relationship” with heaven has really just ended (he was a loyal servant of heaven for 6000 years, and he’s only been on his own (with crowley of course) for a few years, tops). he isn’t ready to be in another relationship yet, even if aziraphale knows deep down he wants to be with crowley, he just isn’t at a point yet where he is ready to do so.

nina continues, “when i’m ready, i hope, she’ll [maggie] be there, but there isn’t any guarantee” and maggie says, “there is.”

i think that those two lines are neil’s way of letting us, the audience, know that crowley will wait for aziraphale. he’ll be there when aziraphale realizes he wants to be with crowley, without heaven getting in the way. he’ll be there waiting for aziraphale because he’s already waited 6000 years, he can wait a little longer for his angel.

idk if this made any sense whatsoever but it was just some thoughts i had while rewatching s2. :)

[mire1li]

Blade and Kafka got too silly!

Kidnappers shouldn't be... hot... right?... right? - Blade

Alternatively - Kafka's version!

You looked at the two people standing in front of you. Though they weren’t exactly paying attention, they were still there and whispering stuff amongst themselves. 

You recognised both to be Kafka and Blade from the Xianzhou wanted posters. Jing Yuan had warned you of possible dangers of the job he offered you. Being his secretary certainly wasn’t easy, and the situation you’d gotten yourself into wasn’t helping.

Nevertheless, you never expected to actually get kidnapped. Especially by those two. 

“Oh~ you’re awake” Kafka suddenly spoke up, bringing both hers, and Blade’s, attention to you. 

You quietly sighed and looked at the wall to your right. A simple, light grey wall, with a few scratches and indents. 

“Let me get straight to the point…” she continued, her tone switching to a more serious one as she walked closer to you. 

“We brought you here for information. Of course… Silver Wolf told me of your position, it’s quite easy to infer you know as much as that General does.” 

You could faintly hear Blade scoff in the background, as he stayed where he was. Though, ‘Silver Wolf’ was a name you didn’t recognise. In fact, you had no idea there was a third member of the stellaron hunters, which then brings about the question: are there more?

Deciding not to think about it too much, you looked back at Kafka and narrowed your eyes. 

“I have the right to remain silent” 

Kafka only chuckled as she heard your reply. 

“Maybe on the Xianzhou” she rejoiced, before turning around and walking back towards Blade, though stopping half-way for some reason. She turned to look over her shoulder at you before chuckling again. 

“So…-” she was about to say something, when a short girl with grey hair slammed the door open, holding a gaming console in her hands. 

“Kafka, you’d said you’d buy me that game today. Let’s go, you owe it to me.” She exclaimed, crossing her arms. 

“I did do that, didn’t I?” Kafka pondered 

“Well… I suppose i can come along. Let’s go, silver wolf!” She starts walking towards the door, when, out of nowhere, Blade draws his sword on her, stopping her from leaving.

He glared at her, making his annoyance clear. 

“And I’m supposed to stay here whilst you’re gone?” 

“That’s right. I’m sure you can handle this, Bladie. It’s not a difficult task to get information out of someone~” the woman grinned and pushed his sword to the side, casually continuing her walk to the shorter girl. 

“Well then, I’ll be leaving now. We’ll be gone a while, anyway… bye!~” she exclaimed, taking the girl, whom you now know to be Silver Wolf, with her and shutting the door. 

“Kafka…” he hissed, keeping his glare fixated on the door for a while. It was safe to say you felt… endangered… he certainly wasn’t happy, and if you didn’t cooperate, he’d probably turn to violence. Though you couldn’t be completely sure. You’d only heard stories about him from Jing Yuan. 

“So….” You dragged out the ‘o’ sound, causing him to turn his glare to you.

You chuckled nervously, as he sheathed his sword and went to sit down, seemingly gathering his thoughts before finally looking back at you. 

“Tell me what you know and we won’t have a problem.” Blade dictated, as if he wasn’t giving you a choice. However, you’re good at finding loopholes and getting out of such situations… as new as being kidnapped may be… 

You pretended to think for a while, glancing back at the slightly damaged wall to your right. 

“Hm… no… I don’t think I will” 

“I’m not giving you a say in the matter.” He immediately replied, in a harsher tone than before. 

“So unfortunate…” you said, sighing very over-dramatically. You could tell you were getting on his nerves, although, you didn’t really care.

You assumed that, since they want information, he won’t harm you in any way. 

Blade glared at you, sighing. 

“Tell me what you know. If you just hand over the information then you won’t have to stay here any longer.” 

“Tempting, tempting….” you repeated before adding “but what if I want to stay here?” 

“And why would you want that?” He asked, confused. 

You stood in silence for a moment, giving him a deadpan look.

“Have you even seen yourself?!” You exclaimed, using your hand to motion at him. Blade looked at you, his confusion not waning. 

“What?” He asked after a moment, still not understanding what you meant. 

You stood confidently, placing your hand on your chin, in a thinking pose whilst looking at him with a slight smirk. 

“Well, you heard me! There’s a whole 5-star meal sitting in front of me!” 

“What?” He asked again in slight disbelief, slightly sitting up in his seat. 

“What? I’m not wrong!” You laughed, looking him up and down before adding to your sentence. 

“My bad, 5 stars doesn’t cover it. However, 3 Michelin stars does!” 

He opened his mouth, as if to speak, though he remained silent. Blade leaned forward and placed his hands on his face, thinking for a moment. After a few minutes, he just barely moved his hands, enough to see you. He had a mix of emotions visible on his face, the most prominent one being absolute, utter confusion. 

“What? It’s not like I’m lying!” 

He began muttering something to himself, however it was so muffled that you could only make out a few words. 

“Don’t do…- irrational…- Kafka said…- important…” 

“What’re you muttering about?” You asked, curiously, as you walked a bit closer to him. 

“I’m trying my hardest not to get rid of you.” He replied, not even sparing you a glance. Though you most certainly could see just the faintest hint of a blush on his face. 

“Oh come on! You wouldn’t do that~” you retaliated, taking on a more teasing tone now.

“Only because-“ he tried replying, however, you decided to interrupt him mid-sentence.

“Say, do you wanna, like… go out sometime?” 

“Kafka was right…” he sighed “You’re absolutely insane.”

“No! I’m simply telling the truth.” You crossed your arms and leaned your weight on one foot. “That’s great. Yeah no, I’m not going out with you.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I said so.” 

You sighed, once again over-dramatically, and leaned against the nearest wall. 

“Alright, fine… but I’m not giving up any information that could betray the Luofu.” 

“I’m leaving the moment Kafka returns.” He sighed and sat up again, leaning against the back of the chair. He’s probably hoping for Kafka to return soon. 

However, she didn’t return as soon as he hoped. Kafka returned a few hours later, absolutely exhausted so she only came to check on the both of you, whom were sitting in silence. 

“Bladie, I’m going to bed. You stay here a while longer. I’m convinced Silvie won’t be of help to you. She had me buy her like 10 games!” She mumbled and waved, right as blade was about to leave when he saw her. Kafka shut the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone… again. 

“So… about my earlier proposition-”

“No. Shut up.”

[tsukasalover]

we are so back with a tenma house analysis

The Tenma House

The Tenma’s living room

The Tenma household’s living room is a large space with several things that can show that the Tenmas are very wealthy and also a loving family who strongly appreciate each other. 

•On their couch, a star pillow with Tsukasa’s name sewn onto it, a flower pillow (three of these are seen on Saki’s bed,) and Alicorn plushie can be seen.

•On a small stand closer to the doors leading outside, yellow tulips and white clovers can be seen in pots. These flowers are shown in Saki and Tsukasa’s 2022 and 2023 Birthday cards. Next to these flowers are what seems to be a money tree, which is often associated with wealth and good luck.

I would like to mention that there are several important things on the shelf besides their couch which can tell us more about them. 

•A brochure from the “Happy Phoenix” show that Saki and Tsukasa saw when they were younger can be seen. 

•There seem to be several photos where the Tenma family is together, two photos most likely being wedding photos. 

•What might be eucalyptus can be seen in two pots on their shelf. Eucalyptus is known for being a symbol of strength, protection, abundance, purity, and the ability to cleanse spaces of negative energy. 

 (I’m honestly not sure if this counts, but their hinadan seems to be located somewhere in their living room or nearby it. Their upright piano is also somewhere in their living room, but it hasn’t been stated where exactly.)

Tsukasa’s room

Tsukasa’s room is interesting. it’s a large loft room, and one that can be hard to infer too much information about him at a first glance. of course, keep in mind that nothing has been explicitly stated about just WHY his room looks this way, but here’s a few different things that i personally think about it.

Tsukasa’s room gives off the impression of a stage. There’s a lot of space to work with, specifically his large mat in the center. This can fit for how he might need somewhere to practice indoors for all sorts of shows. His room also reminds me of a stage due to how there isn’t much privacy, like the audience below is supposed to have their eyes on him whenever possible. 

As much as I think Tsukasa might not mind the lack of privacy, which could make sense considering his childhood and his confident behavior, it also feels a bit strange to dedicate so much of your OWN room for yourself to being like a spot for a performance. Despite this, there are things that really do have symbolism in his room. 

His large mirror and the lamp being used as a spotlight makes it a perfect place to strike poses and practice.

Another thing that looks like a spotlight is the little hole on his ceiling, which lets light shine onto his mat.

In Tsukasa’s closet, we can see cardboard boxes. This is just my own speculation, but in an area conversation with Miku, Kaito, and Nene, Miku says that they always carry the plushies performing in their next shows around in cardboard boxes. Considering the fact that everything in Wonderland Sekai can reflect something from Tsukasa’s entire psyche, there’s a possibility that his and Saki’s plushies could also be in these boxes in his closet.

Several trophies can be seen more clearly in his cabinet during the nighttime. These may be trophies from piano contests.  

When compared to Saki’s bed, Tsukasa’s bed is much more neatly done and lacks any sort of plushies or extra pillows on it. This could simply be showing how he likes to stay quite tidy most of the time, and due to the fact that he moves around in his sleep a lot, he might not want to have too many extra things on his bed. (Mentioned in MEIKO’s [Tell Me About Your Christmas ♪] card side story part 2)

Saki’s room

Much more colorful and full of things than Tsukasa’s room, Saki’s room gives us more obvious information about her personality and all sorts of little details about her. At a first glance, we can see that she seems to be a cheerful girl, having a vanity to do her makeup at and pictures hung up and on her board, most likely of her loved ones and herself. 

•Her photo frames are the colors associated with Leo/Need. These photos seem to show plants and scenery like the sea and a hill with a tree on it.

•Saki has several star themed things in her room, such as glowing stars on her ceiling, stars hanging over the area leading out to her balcony, a star clock, nightlight, Leo/Need colored pin on her cork board, and star nightlight. 

•Her bed isn’t as neatly done as Tsukasa’s, and has three flower pillows and a bunny pillow on it. This may be due to her own preference or possibly not moving around in her sleep as much as Tsukasa does.

•There seems to be a round white table somewhere in her room, which is moved in front of her bed in Ichika’s [Our New Song’s Goal] card.

•Her closet is right by her school uniform and her door is closer to her makeup vanity.

[santacoppelia]

There is something about Shax! (A loving meta)

I have written it too fast and in Spanish, but I really love what happened with demons and Hell in general this season: while in S1 they were kind of "set dressing" and the only distinctive demons were the higher ups, s2 brought us Shax and Furfur, and gave us more insight into Hell, gave Eric a lot of opportunities to charm us, and we saw a lot of small-scale demons that were all different in their own ways.

From all of these things, most of my notes point to Shax. The character is amazing, partly because Miranda Richardson is a great actress, but also because she has some characteristics that made her pop (I'll use female pronouns because the character is so high femme). I talked about some of them in the meta about angels, but Shax definitely deserves their own post! As I've already covered her particular mix of ingenuity, lets get into their abilities and style!!

When talking about her style I'd divide it into looks and communication. All of her looks are SPECTACULAR. So proper, so high femme, so classy, so glam... She is into projecting a carefully curated image. I respect that in a demon, really. Even when in Hell, her form is only changed by the teeth: lots of them, and quite ferocious. I feel that the mix represents her in full: a prim and proper exterior with a wild interior.

The wild interior can be inferred from her communication style. Shax usually exaggerates Hell menace and power, as we can see with some of her phrases:

"disliked by Heaven, hunted and eliminated by Hell";

"Beelzebub is not happy with you",

"All the forces of Hell will declare war to your friend"

"legions of demons to storm the bookshop, killing everyone",

“we’ll make it in ferocity and dangerosity”,

"we’ll chase you" to Beelzebub…

She has even “formulated a plan”, a very violent, enormous, ridiculous overplayed plan, but she is so excited to see it into fruition. Most of these are empty threats (Beelzebub is never really angry at Crowley, and they downplay the menace of being chased with the fact that they are understaffed...) but it says a lot of things about how Shax sees herself and the role of Hell in all of this.

Shax has an interesting power: she seems to voice the negative talk anyone has to mock them. This was very evident with Maggie:

Don’t embarrass yourself in front of the woman you pathetically love.

You are nothing, you run a shop that nobody visits.

You are nobody.

Unable to pay the rent.

Dull.

Unloved and unlovable.

You’ll live and die a nobody.

Those are scary! I have a little theory about how each character has different powers (it is a longer text and I'm just writing this because I already had it almost done), and this Shax's power is fantastic. Have we noticed what she says to Aziraphale?

You are not Crowley's type (he confidently dismisses this on their first encounter, with just a raised eyebrow)

You are an outlaw, you have no protection

Crowley’s emotional support angel

The softest touch

The one who went native

you need more huge meals?

Should we send up the sous-chef (not sushi)?

There is a really insightful demonic ability at play in there.

I also found really funny how, without Crowley giving her advice about how to appear, she just appears THREE TIMES in front of Aziraphale and still make the “I’m just a stranded motorist hitchhiking”. She hasn’t still get how Earth works, and that makes her fun AND terrifying.

How will all of this play into S3? Especially now that she will probably be a Grand Duke of Hell (or just a Duke). I'm already enjoying it and it hasn't been written yet! *covers her eyes*

[likeadevils]

Reputation Timeline

This is a very long post that puts all the songs on Reputation in order of Taylor creating them. I’ve also included a few other songs she worked on while writing rep and quotes from Taylor and her collaborators talking about her process.

If you don't want to read all that, check out this playlist of the album in order or this playlist of her entire discography.

I’ve also added this color coded scale of how sure I am of the date: 

Confirmed: There is some type of official source for the date

Inferring: Nobody has officially said “This is when we wrote it,” but all available evidence points to that date

Speculation: This date is based off pure vibes and guesswork and is highly likely to change.

Unknown: All that is known is the year (from the US Copyright Offices

February 13, 2015: Taylor's interview with Vogue is published (likely conducted on January 14/15).

"I don’t worry that I haven’t started the next record yet. I don’t worry that I don’t know what it’s going to be. I’m not worried that I have absolutely no timetable as to when it needs to be done. It could be two years from now; it could be three, it could be four. Or it could be one. You get these bursts of inspiration right at the moment you’re not expecting to. You just have to live your life, and hopefully you’ll take the right risks."

March 2, 2015: Taylor is photographed leaving a studio. (Note: I can not find a place that specifies if this is a recording studio, dance, photography, radio, or television studio).

May 20, 2015: Taylor's interview with Marie Claire is published (likely conducted two months beforehand).

Taylor is not even sure she'll have made another album by the time 2020 rolls around. "I'm not going to put out an album until I've made one that's better than this one and that's going to be really hard," she says. And how might her music evolve if she does find love? "If that does happen, I think I could find complexity in happiness," she says. "I don't think anything's ever simple. Just because you're happy in a relationship doesn't mean there aren't moments of confusion or frustration or loneliness or sadness. Hopefully, if I ever find some sort of meaningful relationship, I'll be able to still find inspiration, just through everyday ups and downs."

October 7, 2015: Taylor is photographed leaving a recording studio in New York.

November 13, 2015: Taylor's interview with Vogue Australia is published (likely conducted two months beforehand).

Every two years since 2006 she has released an album, followed by a tour, then moved onto the next one. But her latest album, 1989, might change plans a bit. “This album has produced more number ones than any album in the past, so we’re just going to go with it,” she says, going on to explain how the usual album cycle could be extended. “Then I’ll feel like I’ll need to give people a breather from me because at a certain point they’re going to get a little sick of hearing about me, so I’ll need to go away for a while then, depending on my gauge on how sick of me they are, I’ll decide when to put out the next album.” [...]  “I’ve been learning every single day what the right amount of sharing [of her personal life] is, and lately it’s been not natural because this album is such a snapshot of my life – it was so vivid, direct and honest.”

April 20, 2016: Taylor interview with Vogue is published (conducted in February).

So what the hell are you going to do with the rest of your life, Taylor Swift? “I have no idea,” she says, with a sigh that’s more blissful than anxious. “This is the first time in ten years that I haven’t known. I just decided that after the past year, with all of the unbelievable things that happened . . . I decided I was going to live my life a little bit without the pressure on myself to create something.” Do not freak: Swift is not abandoning making music. Those who know her know this is chemically impossible. (“Her not being creative is one of the last things I’d ever worry about,” the musician and producer Jack Antonoff tells me later.) “I’m always going to be writing songs,” Swift says. “The thing is, with me, I could very well come up with three things in the next two weeks and then jump back into the studio, and all of a sudden the next record is started. That’s an option, too.” But probably not for the moment.

August 29, 2016: Taylor writes in her diary "This summer is the apocalypse."

Gorgeous: Sep. 1-5, 16, 17, 19 (Confirmed)

In the Making of a Song video, Taylor is seen wearing this outfit in her Nashville apartment, which dates the song to September 17. From there, the rest of the dates are just math. 

King of My Heart: Sep. 6, 19, 20, 21 (Confirmed)

In the Making of a Song video, Taylor is seen wearing the same outfit in the Gorgeous video and the KOMH video. It's also the same outfit as a video she later posted to The Swift Life (RIP) where she talked about how excited she was to be working after a long break.

September 9, 2016: Gigi Hadid says "You know, [Taylor] is starting to go back to work in the studio again."

I Don't Wanna Live Forever: Early Oct. (Speculation)

In a teaser for the Making of a Song series, Taylor is seen in an unfamiliar outfit (black mesh top) with bleached hair and a thin gold choker that she was fond of in October 2016. She is not wearing her silver J pendant, which she got as a 27th birthday present (Dec 13, 2016). IDWLF is the only song with no video footage that was written in 2016. I don't recognize the studio in the clip, but she recorded IDWLF with Jack Antonoff, who is based in New York. Taylor was on the east coast until October 22nd, and was seen in New York between October 11-13.

Delicate: Oct. 24-26 (Speculation)

Taylor is seen wearing the aforementioned thin gold choker,  with her post Sep. 24 haircut (straight across bangs instead of a side part). Since she normally goes into the studio with Max Martin and Shellback with a few ideas, and creates multiple songs during their sessions, I'm inclined to group this song with IDSB and place it in late October.

I Did Something Bad: Oct. 14, 27 (Confirmed)

In the Making of a Song video, at 4:18 you can spot a gold temporary tattoo on the inside of her wrist, similar to ones she was wore at Drake’s Birthday Party on October 23. Since she is seen working until sundown (She leaves LA on October 28) and had to be in Nashville 13 days priar (She was seen in New York City until the 13), October 14 and 27th are the only dates that make sense. 

January 3, 2017: Taylor writes in her diary "I get all scared about the future because so much has changed in the last year of my life. I mean this time last year I was living in LA, getting ready for Grammys and now, I’m essentially based in London, hiding out trying to protect us from the nasty world that just wants to ruin things. We have been together and no one has found out for 3 months now. I want it to stay that way because I don’t want anything about this to change or become too complicated or intruded upon. But it’s senseless to worry about someday not being happy when I am happy now. Ok. Breathe."

Don't Blame Me: Jan. 10, 11, 12 (Inferring)

Taylor is seen wearing a similar jacket as she was papped wearing on the 11th in the Making of a Song video. (This is pure speculation on my part, but the mood also seems to be a bit lower than on other days). We know she was in LA around this time “for work.”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: Jan. 11 (Confirmed)

This post explains the situation pretty well. There are multiple accounts of what seems to be a similar story. January 11th one of two times she is seen leaving the gym after a long paparazzi dry spell, the other being in July. Seeing as the song is produced by Max Martin, who is located in LA, and the July pictures are in New York, I’m inclined to agree with the original source.

Dress: Late January/Early February 2017 (Speculation)

Jack Antonoff: “Dress is my second favorite [from Reputation]. It's the first one we made for it." Taylor was mostly based in London in early 2017, but there’s two times we know she was in the states. The first is in early January, when Taylor was in California working with Max Martin and Shellback. The second time is in late January/early February, when she was in Nashville preparing for Super Saturday Night. My guess is this was written in Late January, mostly because she was on the east coast, but theoretically she could've done it earlier in the month, or even later in the year.

Look What You Made Me Do: Late January/Early February 2017 (Speculation)

In promos for the Making of a Song Video, as well as in Miss Americana, Taylor is seen with straight hair and her J initial necklace (dating the song to post-Dec 13, 2016). Her hairstyle (the deep side part) is very Mid-2016. For most of 2017, she seems to favor the straight across braids with strands on the side. Long story short (ha), the hair makes me what to put this as early in the timeline as possible. We know Taylor was on the east coast (specifically Nashville) in early February, preparing for Super Saturday Night.

New Years Day: 2017 (Unknown)

There isn’t any footage of this, but Jack Antonoff has said that it came together fairly quickly and unexpectedly while they were hanging out at his house. 

...Ready For It?: May 2017 (Speculation)

In promos for the Making of a Song series, as well as Miss Americana, Taylor is seen with curly hair, her J necklace, and not her Sapphire Evil Eye Ring, which starts showing up on June 27th (We don’t know exactly when or why she got the sapphire ring). . Since the song partially focuses on whether or not her lover is ready for the media frenzy that surrounds dating her, I’m inclined to place this song in May, when her and Joe’s relationship leaked to the press. The song was recorded in Sweden, and we can assume she was in Europe between May 15 and June 1, 2017. (That being said, we can assume she is in Europe for most of the first half of 2017). 

Call It What You Want: June 2017 (Speculation)

In the Making of a Song series, Taylor is seen with straight hair, her J necklace, and not her sapphire evil eye ring. Once again, I am tempted to put this after her relationship leaked to the press, probably in early June (She is in the states on the 1st and 3rd, and probably leaves sometime in mid-June).

End Game: Mid July (Confirmed)

Ed Sheeran has said that the song was written around July 14th, while he was playing in Connecticut and Taylor was in Rhode island. Ed: End Game was written - I was playing Mohegan Sun in Connecticut, and she has a place in Rhode Island, which isn't too far. So she hits me up like, 'I know you're in Connecticut, come around.' I go around, she plays me some of what turned out to be reputation, and plays me this End Game, and I was like 'Man, I really like this. Can I do a verse? Can I do a rap verse?' And she was like, 'Yeah, for sure!' So the next day, I remember, I was in bed, and woke up and got my laptop out, put the song, just looped it, wrote this verse, and I went in with Max Martin, who she did the song with, and recorded it. Then Future did a verse, and then Taylor wrote a verse and we did the video.

Getaway Car: July 2017 (Speculation)

In the Making of a Song series, Taylor is seen with curly hair, her J necklace, and her sapphire evil eye ring, placing the song sometime shortly before/after June 27th. We know she was in the states for most of July, and in New York City on the 17th and 24th.

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: July 2017 (Speculation)

In the Making of a Song series, Taylor is seen with straight hair, her J necklace, and her sapphire evil eye ring. For all the same reasons as Getaway Car, this song was probably recorded in July. The exact order of Getaway Car and TIWWCHNT is probably impossible for anyone not involved in the making of the song to know. I could see arguments for either order, but Taylor has said that reputation is in fairly chronological order, I’m putting it in order of tracklist.

So It Goes: September 2017 (Inferring)

Oscar Görres, a cowritter on the song, said he got a call from Max Martin, Shellback, and Taylor asking to use his track after he’d just had a child. According to social media, he had a daughter in 2015 and a son in September of 2017. The interview is a bit confusing, timeline-wise. On one had, Görres says “I’d just become a father,” but then he implies that Max and Shellback had already completed most of the album. (For context, English isn’t his first language). Personally, I believe the believe the September 2017 date. Multiple sessioners have said Taylor said all songs on the album were about her relationship with Joe, and the tracklists in the reputation magazines are out of order, suggesting a late change. Taylor has has also been known to add a song to the album incredibly last minute— most notably Forever & Always on Fearless, but also with Death By A Thousand Cuts on Lover, which had to have been written post April 20, 2019 (but that's for another album).

And that's all for this timeline! Check out my others:

TIMELINES: debut • fearless • speak now • red • 1989 • rep • lover • folklore • evermore • midnights PLAYLISTS: debut • fearless • speak now • red • 1989 • rep • lover • folklore • evermore • midnights • entire discography GENERAL: tag

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Misery loves company

Loki x female reader

18+ | basically a couple of cartel bosses, contains mentions of drugs, smut etc

“So what you’re telling me is that we have two hundred kilos we need to move and no way of doing so?” Loki huffed, helpless as sighed into his hand.

“Yes, we’ve lost our pilot but—” Thor began nervously, pausing before Loki glanced up at him, prompting him to continue “there’s another way.”

“No! Absolutely not.” Loki shouted angrily in response, hitting his fist on the table in front of him.

“Loki, she’s our only hope.” Thor reasoned.

“I despise her, I will not do business with her.” Loki insisted.

“There’s someone here to see you.” Bucky spoke, taking you from your thoughts as you sat at the desk in your study. “You’re gonna like this boss.” He added with a small smile, your stoic expression unwavering.

“Well pat them down and send them in.” You answered. Moments later, none other than Loki Odinson entered the room, Bucky behind him before you dismissed him, turning your attention elsewhere, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Very thorough with his search that one, makes me feel I should tip him.” Loki spoke, stepping further into the room.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here?” You replied, clapping your hands together.

“I need a favour.” He answered bluntly.

“A favour?” You questioned, arching one of your brows “and what pray tell could I help you with?”

“There’s been a slight blip with shipping and I know you’ve got routes that don’t require aviation and so I was wondering if my guys would be able to use them.” He asked.

“You want your guys to use my routes?” You smirked.

“Yes.”

“Rousing.” You joked, causing Loki to roll his eyes. “Come, sit with me and have a drink.” You offered, gesturing to the chair in front of you. Loki sat as you stood, making your way to the small table with the crystal glasses and decanters. Getting two out, you poured some whiskey before returning to your seat, giving one to Loki. “So, Loki, how have you been?”

“I didn’t come all the way here to talk about my well-being, I’m here on business.” He stated, taking a swig of his drink.

“I’m being kind.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know what, this was a mistake.” He huffed, standing to his feet angrily.

“Wait, wait” you interrupted his tantrum, standing too “how much is the supply?”

“Two hundred kilos.” He answered.

“I want fifty percent plus another ten for the agro.” You answered, stepping towards him.

“You forget that without me, you’d have none of this” he asserted as you stood level to him, chin tilted upwards to face him “I made you.” He continued, looming over you. Silence fell between you as your gazes met, each as intimidating as the other before you broke the silence.

“You simply planted a seed Loki” you smiled “can one really take credit for a flower that had to sprout alone, killing weeds along the way? That had to water itself, nourish itself?” You queried, standing closer to him “the answers no, you can’t.”

“Look y/n, I’m sure there is a way we could both come out happy from this.” He winked, gaze dipping to your lips.

“Are you propositioning yourself?” You tittered. “My my, how the mighty have fallen.” You tutted, standing between him and the desk.

“There must be a way we can do this that doesn’t involve you walking away with sixty percent of my profit.” He inferred.

“Simple, find someone else.” You clapped.

“I trust you.” He implored.

“Fine then” you exhaled “beg.”

“What?” Loki snorted.

“I’ll only take 40% if you get on your knees and beg me.” You explained. Looking into your eyes, Loki inhaled before pushing his chair out of the way and getting onto his knees, your gaze following him. Lifting his hand, he ghosted it over your calf remembering all the times you had had him like this, on his knees, surrendering to you.

“What happened to us?” He sighed, still stroking your leg.

“You grew distant and I grew heartless.” You stated.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Loki disagreed, hand falling to your foot before reaching the heel of your stiletto. Balancing yourself on the desk behind you, you stepped out of them one by one. “I know you y/n, the real you, not the one that hides behind stilettos and the guise of dispassion.” He expressed, placing a kiss against your calf as he caressed it. You darent blink as Loki turned his head slightly, his cheek moving against your leg as he closed his eyes.

“Beg me.” You spoke just above a whisper, biting your trembling lip as you watched him. Loki’s lips traveled higher up your legs, his hands venturing below your skirt before he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. You fought down a moan as his kisses met your inner thighs, your body remembering the feel of his against yours. His gaze returned to yours as he reached your centre, eyes pleading. “Beg me.” You repeated, the meaning of your words blurred in this moment.

“Please.” Loki finally murmured almost desperately, brow twitching.

“Okay.” You breathed.

Lowering your leg, Loki’s hands ventured underneath your skirt again before he tugged your panties down. You barely had time to brace yourself before he was pushing your skirt up, mouth latching onto your pussy.

“Lokii.” You moaned, eyes falling closed as his tongue skilfully circled your clit. He explored your centre lavishly, his wet tongue moving through your folds leisurely as you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders. His hair was between your fingers, the images of passion filled nights shared between you both reverberating through your mind. You melted against him as he consumed you, his mouth engulfing your core. You glanced down at him, his eyes fixated on yours as your expression told him he could have anything. You were at his mercy as he was yours. He was your weakness, your strength, your god in this moment, this one venereal moment. “I’m soo close.” You gasped, hips rocking against his face as you chased your rapture. “Fuck.” You uttered, reaching your climax as the leg over his shoulder began to shake, your pleasure dripping from you.

Lowering your leg, Loki stood to kiss you before you pushed him back down, joining him on the floor. You straddled him as you kissed him, tasting yourself against his tongue. Your teeth clashed together as you kissed each other desperately, clinging to one another. Finally breaking the kiss, his lips ventured to your neck, claiming you as you moved your head to the side. Sitting up slightly, Loki lowered you against the floor, softening the feeling of the floor with his arm around you as you pulled him down on top of you. He kissed you again, hips grounding into yours as you felt his excitement. Reaching between you, Loki freed his erection before fisting himself a couple of times and lining himself up with your entrance. The both of you gasped as he pushed inside.

“It’s been so long.” He panted, bottoming out.

“Too long.” You agreed, moaning as he began fucking you. You clutched onto his arms urgently as he moved in and out of you perilously, not caring about the risk of being like this with you. He knew he was not himself when he was inside you; almost animalistic as his carnal needs took priority. He bit into the crook of your neck, the sting making you clench around him as he licked over the area, thrusting harder into you. You bucked your hips up into his, eyes tightly shut as your mouth fell open, vulgar moans escaping you. It was wrong of you both, truly indecent and utterly erotic for you to still derive so much pleasure from each other.

“I’m not going to last.” Loki warned, grunting as his thrusts grew sloppy.

“Neither am I” you panted “fuck, just cum.” You implored, eyes opening as you looked up at him. Almost on cue, his movements stilled before he came, both of you cursing.

Once you had both crashed back down from your frienzies, Loki pulling out of you, you rolled over, hand reaching up to the small table as you grabbed a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

“You still smoke.” Loki noted as you bought one of the slim vogues to your lips.

“Only after sex.” You shrugged, lighting it and taking a drag before Loki took it, taking a toke too and bringing it back to your lips. “You get my routes, I get my forty percent.”

“Deal.” He agreed.

Humming in agreement, you stubbed out the cigarette before standing up and pulling your skirt down, Loki watching you as you walked away, leaving the room.

“Do you trust him?” Bucky asked once you were away from the room, walking towards your own.

“Not as far as I can throw him.” You answered with a small smile.

Meanwhile, Loki had finally sat up. Sheathing himself, he looked through the notifications on his phone.

Thor: Did she agree?

Spotting the panties you left on the floor, Loki picked them up as he replied.

Loki: Yes

Thor: Can we trust her?

Loki: Not at all

Smiling, he pocketed the panties before making his own way out.

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[mxlanieblog]

Hello! I found your account because of the tags and I think it’s awesome that you have a variety of so many Anime’s and Characters. If you don’t mind, could you do Attack on Titan guys reacting to a really attractive reader in the Training Corps? For Levi, you could do either when he’s joined the Survey Corps or when he’s first met her. It’s completely fine if you can’t but thanks if you can. Sorry if I bothered you! Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

🌲➕🇳🇬🟰🇳🇫

Omg, my first request, thanks so much for leaving this! Alright, so what I’m inferring from this request is that you want s1-s3 content and that people from the survey corps found you attractive!

¡Attack On Titan!

¡AOT characters react to an attractive reader!

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Eren Yeager

Eren's reaction to first seeing you is a mixed feeling of tenderness and fluster.

Eren would initially feel a bit awkward or shy, especially if he is preoccupied with his goals.

Eren might however feel a genuine connection or interest to you, he could become more open and engaged with you.

Eren would most likely 90% of the time stare into your eyes, it would definitely be his favourite part about you.

Eren can't help but feel a connection with you whenever he gets lost in your eyes.

Eren's interactions with you, though brief, you leave a lasting impression on him, sparking a newfound hope amidst the darkness.

Eren starts to notice the small details about you, like your smile or the sound of your laughter.

Eren finds himself imagining a future where they might find happiness together amidst the chaos of their world.

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Armin Arlet

Armin is struck by your presence, finding a sense of calmness amidst the chaos when he looks at you.

Armin and his usual shyness stops him from interacting with you, but he feels a desire to approach and engage with you.

Armin's shared moments with you, no matter how brief, leaves a profound impact on him, stirring feelings he's not accustomed to.

Armin begins to notice the small quirks and nuances about you, finding joy in your shared mini-conversations.

Armin has his insecurities, but despite them, he feels a surge of courage, compelled to get closer to you

Armin was intrigued by your presence, he would find himself studying your features with a keen interest, noting your mannerisms with an analytical mind.

Armin might initially feel a bit bashful or unsure of how to approach you, particularly if he's interested in getting to know you better.

Armin will notice when the opportunity arises, he may offer small, subtle gestures of friendliness, such as a polite smile or a nod of acknowledgement of your features.

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Jean Kirstein

Jean's attention would be quickly caught by your features, and he would find himself drawn to your presence almost instinctively.

Jean's observation would be more overt and confident. He'd openly admire your physical appearance.

Jean's natural charisma would come into play as he considers how to approach you.

Jean might flash a charming smile or offer a casual compliment, aiming to make a favourable impression.

Jean's outward confidence might be a subtle undercurrent of competitiveness or a desire to assert himself.

Jean may subconsciously see the encounter as a chance to prove his charm and appeal.

Jean would likely be eager to engage with you in conversation, seeking to showcase his wit and charm.

Jean would be confident in his ability to hold their interest and make a lasting impression.

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Reiner Braun

Reiner's attention would be captured by you prompting a moment of curiosity as he takes in your appearance and demeanor.

Reiner's admiration might be more subtle and restrained. He'd quietly appreciate your attractiveness, but without overtly expressing his interest.

Reiner's interactions with an attractive individual like you would likely be gentle and respectful, as he strives to make you feel comfortable and valued.

Reiner would be open to engaging in conversation with you, offering a friendly and supportive presence.

Reiner might try to offer subtle assistance or guidance to you when he first sees you, using his skills and knowledge to aid you.

Reiner might experience a subtle internal conflict upon noticing you.

Reiner's sense of duty to the mission and his comrades clashes with any personal desires or feelings that may arise when he first sees you.

Reiner's introverted nature leads him to quietly contemplate the significance of someone like you being here.

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Levi Ackerman

Levi never thought it would be possible that his interest would be kindle when it came to the new cadet

Levi's keen eyes would quickly take in your appearance, analysing the features you hold with a sharp gaze.

Levi assesses them with a trained eye, noting any potential threats or vulnerabilities.

Levi's stoic nature remains unchanged as he observes you from a distance, maintaining his usual air of detachment. He doesn't openly show any reaction to your attractiveness, keeping his emotions closely guarded.

Levi's curiosity is piqued by how someone who looks like you is even physically possible.

Levi may feel a subtle sense of interest in you, though he keeps this to himself. He remains cautious, wary of letting his guard down in the presence of someone new.

Levi decided to interact with you through harsh and snarky comments, for example, he would make you clean the stable just to speak a few words to you.

Levi would turn away from you and smile slightly and then get mad at himself for doing that, and that's when he would ignore you for the rest of the day.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 19

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation, violence. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

“You like that one, darlin’?” Lee asks as you stand in the cap-sleeved gown with bows on the skirt.

You look down and shrug. All of the dresses are so petty but you just can’t choose. It’s not so much that there’s so many, it’s that pit growing ever deeper in your stomach. You aren’t ready to pick a white gown, not even close to ready to say what he wants; I do.

“I don’t know,” you breathe thinly.

He’s quiet for a moment, Grace smiling tensely between you. You stare at your reflection as you see her throat tighten. You feel worse for her. You haven’t made anything easy.

“Well, that’s alright, then,” Lee says at last, “we can always come back, can’t we?”

You nod and guiltily drop your head, letting your arms hang at your side. He hides it well but you know he’s disappointed. And you feel rotten. He did all this for you, thought it was a great surprise, and you just can’t appreciate it.

“Of course, we can make you another appointment,” Grace announces in her chipper tone, “hun, why don’t we get you out of this? You’ll have lots to think about. Many of our brides need that time to think.”

“Uh huh,” Lee hums, “we got time.”

You let Grace lead you away, refusing to look at Lee as you walk out, skirts clutched in your hands to keep them from dragging. In the dressing room, the attendant unbuttons you and helps you out of the heavy lengths of satin.

“It’s alright,” she comforts, “you’re not the first one to walk in here not knowing what they want. It’s a big decision, just like getting married.”

You nod as she hangs the dress.

“You know, sometimes you just gotta take it slow. A long engagement isn’t so bad,” she assures, “and sometimes you just need to talk to each to figure out what’s right.”

You know what she’s inferring. You can sense the judgment in her voice. She thinks you’re weak just like everyone else. Lee isn’t controlling you, he’s helping you. He loves you, that’s what he says, and he’s the only one who’s ever done without asking for anything in return.

“Thanks,” you murmur.

She lingers, as if waiting for more. When you give nothing, she leaves you. You finish changing and let yourself out. She’s just outside and leads you back up to the front desk. Lee waits with his jacket on as you pull yours up your shoulders.

“We’ll see you again soon,” Grace chimes.

You say nothing and follow Lee out. You cross the parking lot as he opens the door for you. You sit in the passenger seat and the door snaps. He gets in the driver’s and starts the engine. Not a word between you.

You gulp as you twiddle your fingers. You stare at the dashboard and finally find the courage to glance at him. He focuses on the road as his cheek strains.

“I’m sorry,” you eke out, “I… they were just all too pretty.”

“You know, blossom, we don’t got much time for you to be hemming and hawing,” his tone is harsh and unbending.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying… what one did you like?”

“It ain’t about what I like,” he huffs as he steers.

Another silence. Drawn out and stifling. You hug yourself, sinking into self-pity. You can’t help but let everyone down.

“You…” he begins, then swallows dryly, “you do wanna marry me, don’t ya, sweet thing?”

His voice is brittle but crisp. It’s the only time you’ve ever heard him sound vulnerable. It takes your breath away. You chew your lip and look at him. You won’t say you don’t know.

“Yes, of course I do,” you lie. You don’t want to lose him too. You realise now, you’ll have nothing left.

“Mmm,” he drones, “I don’t know if I believe ya.”

You wince. He’s upset. You don’t know what to do to make him happy. You don’t want him to be mad. You don’t want him to hate you.

“I’m not good enough for you,” you mope and hang your head. “I’m sorry, Lee, but that’s the truth. I… I’ll call my daddy and you won’t have to put up with me anymore–”

He skids to a stop. You lurch forward, the seat belt keeping you from hitting the dashboard as he veers onto the side of the road. You fall back, gasping as you grip your chest.

“Don’t you ever say that,” he shifts into park, “don’t you ever threaten me like that.”

“I– I wasn’t. Please, I just don’t want to be a burden–”

“No, you wanna make me feel bad. You wanna try to manipulate me,” he accuses, “that ain’t fair, darlin’, it ain’t. I been nothing but good to you.”

“You have, I know. I really wasn’t… I just wanna be good,” your eyes glisten as you pout at him, “tell me how to be good. How can I make you happy?”

He takes a breath and rolls his shoulders as he sits back. He lets his head tilt against the seat. He rubs his cheek as he closes his eyes.

“You just gotta be you. Be that sweet girl I fell for,” he reaches over blindly and takes your hand, playing with it, “remember what ya did before. While I was drivin’...”

You blink. He lets his head drift to the side and watches your throat as you swallow. You look away shy and bite your lip. You nod.

“Last night was special, wasn’t it?” He purrs, caressing your hand with his thumb.

Your cheeks tinge. Last night was all about you. He treated you so nice, he got you that lingerie, and he didn’t try to force anything. He didn’t ask. You owe him.

“You want me to do it again?” You ask.

He sighs, “I want you to want it.”

You flutter your lashes, “I do, sir, I swear… please…” you slip free of his grasp, “can I?”

His brow arches and his expression eases, “if you really wanna,” he reaches for the steering wheel again, “but you be nice to me,” he pops his fly open, “don’t want me losin’ control, do ya?”

You giggle, more embarrassed than giddy. You put the strap of the seat belt behind you and lean between the seats as he shifts back into gear. As you touch the front of his pants, you can’t help but wonder, was he talking about losing control of the car or himself?