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[chxrrysangel]

What Best Friends Do

Pairing | perv!eddie x best friend!reader

Warnings | MDNI 18+, porn with plot, Eddie is a such a perv(only for reader tho, he has some morals), he stares A LOT, meddling friends, guided masturbation (f), cumming together, dry humping, eddie cums in his pants, Eddie basically has an innocence kink

Words | 1,895

Summary | Forced to be gentlemanly with pussy on his mind, Eddie spends the night with his best friend for “the sake of safety”. A best friend with the shortest skirt and cutest pout he’s ever seen. Can he keep it together?

Technically Part Two

Eddie didn’t think this through. At all. 

When Steve suggested taking everyone home in one trip, a resounding yes erupted from the group. The only problem was that there weren’t enough seats. Neither of you thought it was a massive deal at the time, it was only a 30-minute car ride. That was roughly 5 Metallica songs, 3 random brought-up topics between the 6 of you, and maybe 10 stoplights throughout Hawkins. 

Everyone piled into the car as Robin called shotgun, while Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie took the backseat. Hand in yours, your best friend helped you onto his lap for a less-than-comfortable ride home. But you would survive, it was just Eddie after all. The second your ass met his front, he regretted the entire thing. Every single pothole or speed bump pressed your body closer to his, and it was hell. 

Eddie prayed to every god he could think of, hoping that Ozzy and Kirk could hear his pleas somehow. He tried to think of anything to stop his dick from pressing farther into your ass, but not even the image of his nana naked could make the smell of your perfume turn him on less. You could feel him, he was sure of it. And you were too innocent to not realize that every time you rubbed up against him made it worse. A particular “break test”, as Steve liked to call them, had Eddie’s arm wrapping around your waist, pushing your bodies so close together he had to bite his tongue to swallow his moans. If he was any more pathetic, he might’ve cum in his jeans. 

So he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the heartbeat of your pussy against his crotch. Someone must’ve answered his prayers, because the next thing he knew Steve was triple honking to signal a house stop. Luckily enough, it was yours. Eddie braced your body as the car door opened, stopping you from falling. You thanked him, no matter how many times he said it was no trouble. Before anyone could say their goodbyes, Steve perked up to share an idea. 

“Are your parents home?”

You told him no, and that they wouldn’t be back until much later in the night. 

“Munson, haul ass and stay with 'em.”

The two boys made eye contact in Steve’s dashboard mirror, a silent war that you couldn’t decipher. Eddie turned towards the others to beg for help, all feigning innocence and ignoring his silent plea. Right now he was rock hard, and Steve was ruining his chance to go home and jerk off until he got friction burn. But then he turned to see your patient gaze as you waited for their decision, and just melted. 

Fuck. 

Sighing, Eddie climbed out of the car in defeat. He waited until you began walking to your front door to scold the rest of the car. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he angry-whispered. 

“I don't know what you’re talking about Munson. Have fun though.” With that, Steve winked at the metalhead and drove off into the night. 

 He’s gonna regret this and he knows it. 

“Eddie, you comin’ ?” 

“Um, yeah. Sorry.” 

~~~

Eddie’s eyes began to unfocus, his head pounding as he took in the sight before him. There was something so… enticing about how little you understood the effect you had on him; on people in general. You didn’t think it was a huge deal, walking around your room in just a robe. But to Eddie, it was a massive deal. The thoughts he had earlier were coming back in full force and he had no way to escape them. There was only a single layer of material separating your naked body from the outside world and it drove him insane. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how short it was, making it so that just the right bend of your knees would him the perfect view of your pussy. 

Eddie didn’t really believe in God, but now he was reconsidering it. He knew it was bad to think of you like this, especially someone like you, but he couldn’t help it. If anything, your lack of experience or knowledge made him hornier. The pillow covering his crotch didn’t help much either, the dense material providing friction with every movement of his hips. 

“Eddie?” Your voice pulled him back to attention, focusing on you but not staring. Or at least trying not to stare. 

“Yes baby?” You blushed at the nickname, never truly getting over his terms of endearment for you. 

“I have a question.” He can tell by your tone that you’re nervous, and god it’s so cute. You bite on your lips as you think of what to say next, and all he can think about is that pretty little mouth sucking on his tip. 

“Shoot.” You took a deep breath, trying to find the courage somewhere to say what you need to. 

“Earlier in the car, I uh– I felt something.” Eddie fought off the urge to grin, the possibilities of what you said next giving him a depraved kind of rush. 

“What did you feel sweetheart?” He pressed the pillow further into himself, grinding his hips ever so slightly for relief. 

“Something hard. And…it felt good. I um…liked you pressed up against me. I felt tingly.” Eddie sat up straighter at your confession.

He could cum right now off your words alone. 

“Yeah?” You nodded in response, averting your eyes as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

“Do you wanna feel that again?” Eddie wanted to tear the pathetic robe off and fuck you over the nearest surface, but he knew he had to be patient and gentle. 

“Yes.” 

“Come here, baby. Come to Eddie.”

The bed dipped as you climbed over to him, your robe loosening just a little bit which he took notice of. Eddie removed the pillow, giving you a full view of the rock-hard erection he’d been hiding. A gasp fell from your lips, a hesitant hand reaching out before you thought better of it.

“You can touch if you want. I don’t mind.” You debated over it for a few seconds before reaching for his crotch. Your fingers brushed lightly against the tip, the friction making Eddie hiss in pleasure. 

“Oh my god, Eddie I’m so sorry!”

“No, no, don’t apologize. Didn’t hurt at all. It was the exact opposite. ” His voice was so gentle, like nothing you’ve ever heard from him before. It encouraged you to put your hand back where it was, rubbing softly to see how he reacted. You had no idea what you were doing, which made Eddie even more eager to ruin you. In his peripheral vision, he caught his eye on your closet mirror, inciting a genius idea. 

“Okay baby, I’m gonna make you feel good now. Can you do something for me?” You would do anything for him; so of course, you said yes. 

Eddie grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit in front of him with your back to his chest. His warm calloused hands bore a feather light touch as they grazed along your thighs. Slowly they inched higher, stopping just before where you needed it and pushing your thighs wide apart. Your best friend stared at the slickness of your folds, licking his lips in anticipation. Everything he'd ever fantasized about was slowly becoming part of reality.

In the reflection of the mirror, you stared at yourself, not quite sure who was looking back at you. It felt foreign to have anyone, let alone Eddie’s hands on your body in this way. The cross necklace you’ve had your entire life glittered in the light, and you willed the guilt rising up your throat to be swallowed back down. You wanted this. The brush of your best friend’s fingers across your stomach pulled you out of your trance, eyes tracing his movements. 

“Baby, you see this little button at the top here? That’s called your clit. It’s your best friend. And its favorite thing is to get rubbed on.” 

Eddie licked his fingertips in the reflection, bringing them down to between your legs to demonstrate. The wet feeling of his spit on your clit as his calloused hands began to rub circles was so foreign yet welcomed. Your brain began to feel fuzzy as the pleasure took over and your best friend enjoyed watching you come apart for him. Breathy moans and whimpers escaped your lips as you rutted into his hand, chasing something you weren’t even sure what to call.

He cooed at you, whispering sweet nothings in your ears. The ghostly feeling of his lips brushing against your hot skin clouded your mind, making it almost impossible to enjoy his praises. It was almost too much and yet you craved more. But then he stopped. 

“Eddie! Why’d you do that?” Whatever was building up in your lower stomach, aching to be released, slowly began to dissipate along with your excitement.

“Because, I want you to do it yourself.” He paused to kiss your temple, softening the blow of your disappointment. 

“But I can’t—”

“Yes you can, and you will. Give me your hand.” You did as told, watching as Eddie put two of your digits in his mouth and sucked. It was so…sinful. Nothing like anything you’d ever seen; and you couldn’t get enough.  He pulled your spit coated fingers down btwn your legs, right down to the center of your pleasure. 

“Now rub. And don’t stop until I tell you.” You did as you were told, slowly at first to get used to the feeling. 

Soon you fell into a rhythm, high off the feeling and chasing your own pleasure. Your back relaxed into Eddie’s arms, pushing your bodies impossibly closer together. His hips matched the rhythm of yours, which only made you wetter. Your moans were matched by his as you stared at yourselves in the mirror. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. 

“Eddie, oh God. I feel…I feel..”

He grinned at his reflection. 

“I know baby, I know.” He pulled your hips into his, trying to maintain as much friction as he could. At this rate, he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Hurts a little, yeah? Keep going gorgeous, it’s gonna feel so good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” His voice broke on the last few words like he was gonna burst into tears at any moment. Your lower belly tightened with a delicious kind of pain, one you chased eagerly. You rubbed your fingers at a faster pace, desperate for some kind of release as Eddie grinded against your ass. He whispered the dirtiest things in your ear, saying how good you feel and how close he is. And then, the tightness stopped as a wave of pleasure coursed through your entire body, enough to make your toes curl and ears ringing. Eddie’s name fell off the tip of your lips as you came, the final straw as wetness spread through his boxers and hips slowed to a halt. You stared in his eyes as you caught your breath, trying to find the words to describe what just happened.

You were putty in his hands, he knew that now. A post-orgasm smile spread across his lips, shamelessly staring at your fucked-out state. He had plans for you.

[yumeka-sxf]

Thoughts on Spy x Family CODE: White

My thoughts on CODE: White will likely be different from most people since I knew pretty much the entire plot beforehand. I'm a spoiler fiend when it comes to my hyperfixations like SxF, so I read the novelization of the movie back in January and kept up on all the promotional videos and images that were released. But when it was finally time to see the movie for myself, did that ruin my enjoyment? Not at all. For me, it actually made me enjoy it more because 1) I knew what to expect so I wasn't disappointed, and 2) I found myself looking forward to seeing all the scenes I only read about or saw short clips of.

With that said, yes, I enjoyed the movie so much! If you're a Spy x Family fan, or even just a casual enjoyer of the series, it's a ton of fun. It has all the elements we love about the series: clever humor, sweet family moments, and spy action/drama. And because it's a movie, we get to see all of this with a movie animation budget instead of a TV series budget, which is another plus!

One thing to keep in mind with these original, stand-alone anime films based on series is that they're meant for a more general crowd than just fans of the series. Since theaters attract a wider audience than late-night TV and online manga chapters, movies like this serve as a means to introduce the series to people who may only have a vague idea of what it's about. That's why these movies contain a storyline that can fit mostly anywhere in the series chronology and don't have anything canon-altering.

CODE: White is an interesting mix of plots that, for the most part, blend together well. There's the main plot that continues throughout, which is saving Operation Strix by having Anya learn how to make the meremere for the cooking contest, but then there's the Yor jealousy plot B which is resolved in the first half, but is then replaced by the next "plot B" in the latter half of the movie, which is saving Anya from the military.

A lot of people didn't like the "Yor gets jealous" subplot when it was first revealed before the movie even came out, since it seemed to be a rehash of her being jealous about Fiona. I personally didn't have a problem with this since I don't think it's unreasonable for her to get jealous a second time, especially when she thinks she sees Loid doing something extreme like kissing another woman (as opposed to just talking). But the way it was resolved could have been a bit better in my opinion. The ferris wheel scene in the movie very much mirrored the bar scene from the series, but the reason the latter is so effective is because we get to hear Loid's inner thoughts during it; we know he's going full Twilight-mode and isn't being sincere, and that's why Yor kicks him. But then at the park, he talks to her much more genuinely and they work things out. But in the ferris wheel scene, we don't get to hear his inner thoughts so we don't get any indication as to whether his repeating of the marriage vows, etc, is him being sincere or not. Then she smacks him, they insist they aren't fighting when Anya brings it up, and that's the end of it.

I do like the fact that Anya reads their minds and seems happy with what she "hears" in their heads, but I still think the subplot would have felt more complete if it ended after Yor realized her mistake rather than have Loid do the ambiguous Romeo act again. Or it could have been brought up one more time later in the movie, for example, Yor apologizes for hitting him, he talks to her more sincerely, etc. If you're gonna rehash the bar scene, at least rehash the scene that brought it closure, which is the park bench scene. Again, I'm totally fine with the jealously subplot overall, just thought it could have been wrapped up a bit better.

Other than that, there were just a few little issues I had, like how was Anya able to afford what was probably an expensive liquor? (was she really packing that much dough in her little bag? She went straight from the bedroom out the window so it's not like she "borrowed" any money from Loid). Also seemed weird that she didn't pick up on Yor's infidelity worries until last minute. A few things stretched the line of believability a bit far too, like Loid's ability to make perfect masks so quickly, and Anya just happening to hit her head on the button that conveniently opened all the windows on the bridge. Also something here and there that didn't align with the manga, like Yor not having any reaction to sharing a room with Loid, whereas she has a totally different reaction to this in chapter 94. Maybe a bit more resolution for the fates of the villains too. I guess Luca and Dmitri survived the crash, but what about Snidel? Did Loid actually kill him or just knock him out? And if it's the latter, Snidel seems like the type who would want to get revenge. A quick cameo of what happened to them in the end would have been nice.

Speaking of the villains, normally I wouldn't like the fact that they're pretty one-dimensional and not that interesting, but for a movie like this where most people just want to see the Forgers being themselves in fun and exciting scenarios, taking time away from that to make more developed villains who likely won't be seen again in the franchise, would have not been the best choice, lol.

But even though I had some criticisms of the movie, all of them are minor and not enough to overshadow everything else that was enjoyable about it. Besides all the humor, of which there was plenty, there were so many cute "awww" family moments that perhaps didn't lend anything to the plot, but were still important to establish the characters and their relationships, and thus make us care about what happens to them. Like the scene of Anya, Yor, and Bond playing at the hotel...it could have been skipped without anything seeming out of place, but it reveals so much about the characters without being blatant about it: how Yor wants to please Anya despite being a bit embarrassed at first to take part in her game, and then how Anya's eyes light up with happiness when Yor starts playing with her...for a series like SxF that's character-driven rather than plot-driven, scenes like this are so important and I'm glad the film creators realized this too!

There were also so many cute, subtle scenes as well, like when Loid and Yor smile at each other after chiding Anya, as if they're happy to share this moment of exhausting yet satisfying parenting; when Anya reads Loid's mind after he saves her but doesn't reveal what he's actually thinking yet we can imagine what it is based on her expression; Loid showing feelings of comradery with the restaurant owner because their pasts are so similar; Anya quietly and sadly hugging Bond in the bedroom; and in the ferris wheel after Yor feels so embarrassed about misunderstanding what happened with Loid and the woman but then can't help but smile with motherly love when she sees Anya waving at her...the movie is filled with moments like this that are like little love letters to fans who know the true heart of SxF isn't so much the action and spy drama as it is the family relationships.

And of course, as I mentioned before, the animation of the movie is fantastic! Not just the action scenes, which are great by the way, especially Yor's fight with Type F, but the character expressions as well. Anya's always had the most varied and hilarious faces of all the characters, but the movie goes even harder with her expressions, especially when she has to hold in her stool! Her faces were making me both cringe and laugh at the same time! The animators did such a good job making me feel sorry for her but also laugh at her.

I'm not a fan of potty humor, but I was confident SxF would make it funny, and I was right! The poop god sequence in particular was as equally cringe as it was hilarious!

To conclude, CODE: White is a must-see for anyone who likes or loves Spy x Family. I can't say it's a cinematic masterpiece or anything, but for what it's supposed to be - a fun and enjoyable film for those who like the series, it definitely delivers! Can't wait to see it at least two more times during its showing in the US...and more times in the future!

[ramp-it-up]

One Per Customer

Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: Chris’s blue eyes turn green.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Jealous Chris, possessiveness, rough sex in a pickup truck, public sex, fingering, nipple play, edging, rearview mirror sex, talking you through it, p in v, creampie, good girl kink, fluff, ‘lil more Dom Chris. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).

Author’s note: This is the result of a dear Nonnie’s ask, a sequel to Customer Service. I need another series like another hole in my head. Welp. Lemme know if we need to see more of these two.

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You were bent over the steering wheel of the pickup truck, trapped between it and Chris’s huge cock pounding in and out of you. He was holding back, stroking deep but frustratingly slow.

There was nothing you could do but take it. And you loved it.

Chris was lifting you slightly with strong hands around your waist so he could leverage his thrusts, pelvis striking your ass so forcefully that he could see the effects on your bottom.

“Sssssss… oh yeah. Love to see that ass jiggle when you’re taking these shots, Gorgeous. You always take ‘em so well, too. Squeezing me like… like a... Good. Fucking. Girl.”

“Hhhhhnnnnghhh, Chris! I…”

You were complaining and keening at the same time, trying not to honk the horn as Chris had his way with you. But he was fucking you so well that you were about to collapse on the wheel and that would cause a long, loud blare and you were beginning not to care….

You tried to focus, but it was hard.

Chris was hard.

So deliciously hard.

Chris ran his hand up your spine under your dress and around to tease and pinch your taught nipples intermittently. That, the smell of the leather of the wrapped steering wheel, the fog forming in the window from your breath and the cold outside combined for information overload for this adventure.

You could almost feel his smile as he reached down to spread your cheeks so he could see better in the dim light.

“Fuccckkkkkkk. That’s so pretty. The way your tiny little pussy struggles to let me in yet takes me so well. This is a great angle in the moonlight. You know I love to watch my cock destroy your holes, Gorgeous.”

Oh, you knew. The number of mirrors you’d bought to decorate the rooms of his house were not wasted. Chris Evans was a freak.

The image in your head about how good it might look and that, coupled with how good it felt, caused you to moan louder than you intended.

“That’s it, Gorgeous. Let me hear you. Get loud if you want.”

You chuckled and shook your head at him.

“Don’t be a dick. Chris.”

He responded by hitting it even harder than before, rendering you unable to speak properly.

“Omygoddddthatfeelsssoooo! …..l”

“What Gorgeous? Does it feel good? And you say I shouldn’t be a dick? But that’s what’s making you incoherent right now, correct?”

He paused for you to answer but you could only whine as he held you down to destroy your cunt. His hand reached around for your clit and you almost lost it from this new assault. He teased you, applying varying degrees of pressure, pinching, and flicking to your sensitive bud, apparently trying to drive you insane.

“Chris… please, please, please…”

You put your forehead down on the wheel and rotated your pelvis on his cock, chasing some kind of relief. The air was full of the smell of sex and the sounds of arousal. Chris ignored your begging and continued his monologue.

“Ohhh, shit, Y/N! D’ya hear that pussy? How wet it is? You’re fucking soaked for me. Cream all over my cock, Gorgeous”

Chris’s voice was loud, and it carried, and you knew he was doing it on purpose. Then he stopped talking so you could both hear the obscene wetness of you and him fucking in his truck on this beautiful October Friday night.

“This. Pussy. Is. Mine. Right?”

“Yes, Chris.. Yes.”

Your whisper was plaintive and urgent. You just needed to cum. Chris was speeding up slowly now, the thick slick head of his cock sliding through your channel, making you feel every beautiful imperfection. And when he was seated fully inside you…gotdamn.

“What did you say?”

“It’s yours. Only yours!”

You got a little loud, but now you didn’t care that his window was down. At this point you didn’t care who heard. This felt like nirvana. You and Chris together always did.

“Wanna see your face, Gorgeous.”

Chris snaked his hand up the front of you, grabbed your throat, and leaned you back on him so that you could feel his heart beat fast through the layers of clothes between you. His seat was reclined all the way back.

He kissed the side of your head as you arched back onto him and you felt him moving. But all that mattered was chasing the high that was just out of reach. His hand was between your legs, stroking your clit with fingers that were teasing you so good that your legs were shaking.

“Chris! Please!”

You were soaking his fingers.

Chris grabbed your chin and turned it so that you were now facing the adjusted rear view mirror which showcased your lust filled face.

“Keep those fucking eyes open, Gorgeous,” Chris whispered menacingly against the shell of your ear.

You shuddered as his other hand crept up from your thigh to flick your nipple with his forefinger and thumb over and over. The pain was delicious. You closed your eyes and he moved his hand away for a second then back to your throat.

“Watch me watch you cum, Gorgeous. I need it. Cum all over me and my nicely detailed leather seats.”

You met Chris' eyes in the rear view and opened your mouth to breathe. You started panting as he nuzzled your cheek.

“Can you do that for me? My Gorgeous Good Girl? Scream for me.”

“Fuck!”

You rasped, then yelled as you clenched and came around him, uttering filthy pornographic sounds as you finally found your release. You were vaguely grateful that you did not in fact release everywhere, but any coherent thought left your brain again as Chris let you up to ride his cock and your orgasm to its finish.

“That shit is mine… fuck me Gorgeous. Make me cum.”

You worked your hips and soon he pulsed hot sticky sweet cum deep inside you and collapsed on the steering wheel.

The horn let out a bleet, which caused you to try and scramble off Chris’s lap. But he held you fast, kissing the back of your neck as he ground his slowly softening member inside you, causing an aftershock to run through your body.

“Fucking mine.”

The possessiveness.

“Christ, Christopher. You’re a menace.”

You were hoarse and you wondered how much you shouted when you came. You looked up to see Ryan’s window move when the shutters closed. There was no mistaking that you had an audience.

“Chris. He probably heard the whole thing.”

You leaned back and whispered as Chris reached in the center console for some paper napkins.

“Good,” grunted Chris as he tenderly cleaned you up the best he could.

You shifted to the passenger seat and grabbed for your panties on the floor. Chris snatched them before you could and stuffed them in his pocket as he zipped up his pants. He winked at you.

You shivered as you shook your head, causing Chris’s eyes to soften and hand you his flannel shirt for warmth. He reached over and buttoned it up as you looked up into his blue, blue eyes. You wanted to reassure him.

“You don’t have to worry, just because I’m working with Ryan now, doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything with him. He’s just a flirt. And he doesn’t know we have this ….situation.”

You looked toward Ryan’s house again and frowned, realizing that you had to search for a word to describe you and Chris. You decided to chill.

“Well he didn’t.”

Chris grimaced at the word “situation” as he took in the look on your face.

You and Chris had been hooking up on the low for about 6 weeks. You were just letting things flow and not stressing a label. Further conversation about what you were hadn’t seemed that urgent until now.

To Chris, it was urgent as a muthafucker tonight.

“Ryan Duran is an asshole. And I saw him checking for you all night. He wants that ass. And when he made that joke about bending you over his new couch I…”

“I can handle Dr. Duran, handsome.”

You smiled at Chris and gently rubbed your hand over his still buzzed head and now full beard as his eyes shone in the moonlight.

“Look at it this way, you should be content that you raised the most money for Z’s class. You beat his ass by reading If You Give a Dog a Donut.”

Chris gave you a side smile. He loved giving back to his community. He loved that you knew that about him.

He loved…

“You’re right. Now my girlfriend, who is the best interior designer in the Northeast, will be making over her classroom.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Girlfriend?”

You crossed your arms as Chris started the truck.

“Yes, Girlfriend. Everyone knows you’re my girlfriend, Gorgeous.”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Well, no one told me. ”

You huffed as if you were mad.

Chris turned off the truck and leaned toward you, gently reaching for your face and turning it toward him.

“You’re my One, Gorgeous. Will you be mine?”

You took his face in your hands and kissed his pouting lips. A surge of joy filled your soul.

“Yes, Sir. Will you be my boyfriend?”

Chris grinned.

“Only if you spend the weekend at my place,” Chris quipped as he pulled off from being where he’d parked in front of Ryan’s house an hour earlier.

“Sure, but I have to prep for my meeting with Ryan Monday morning.”

“Fair enough, let’s go grab your laptop and swatches and nothing else. I want you naked except for my shirts and in my bed for the next 48 hours.”

He smiled at the road to your place and put a huge, hot hand on your thigh.

“I’ll feed you, fuck you, and fill you with cum…”

You laughed and shook your head at him.

“I can’t with you Christopher…”

He leaned over for a kiss at the stoplight.

“Oh yes you can. And only with me.”

[macatt4c]

Decided to share a short and sweet post-canon fic of Astarion and my Tav, a nobleborn high-elf bard named Sienna!

TW!!! Pregnancy, Body Image Issues, Shitty Nobility Rules, Angst with Happy Ending!

Fic under the cut <3

“Hells.”

Astarion’s head rose from the novel in his lap to gaze at his wife, who was standing sideways before the tall mirror at the other end of their private chamber. His beloved Sienna had pulled her pale nightdress high enough to reveal the full expanse of her swollen protruding stomach.

“Something the matter, darling?” He asked, flipping the novel close and depositing it onto the side table as he stood from the velvet armchair.

Sienna did not move from her stance, her hand gliding slowly over her belly as she spoke. “Had I always been so… protruding?”

Astarion couldn’t help the chuckle rumbling from his throat. “You are pregnant, my love. Your body is going to change for our little one to grow.” He came to stand at her side. “You knew of this, did you not?”

Sienna sighed, her fingers tracing a stretch mark just below her ribcage. “I know the whole point with pregnancy is that you get bigger because there is a whole person growing inside you. But…” She sighed before finally rolling her dress back to its original knee length. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

Sienna’s words made Astarion frown. He was no stranger to the disdain of one’s own body. Hells, he himself just settled his own personal battle with self image, but that was only thanks to his beloved’s support. So here she was, experiencing something he thought was impossible for them to achieve, and she could only see what she perceived as negative changes to her form. A lasting effect of her noble upbringing, he had no doubt.

“Pregnancy for noblewomen wasn’t seen as a blessing or a gift.” Sienna began to explain, now turning to stare straight into the mirror. “It was our duty, something we are expected to do. Our worth is measured by how many children we can pop out before it kills us.” She let out a chuckle, but Astarion could tell it was forced. “My mother is a prime example of it.”

Ah, yes. The envious world of the nobility. Astarion has had his share of experiences gliding amongst the upper echelons of Baldurian high society. He had seen countless pretty young ladies be married off and then disappear from time to time to bear their husbands’ children. It was a side of this artificially-glittering world he did not pay much mind to, but any person with a brain comprehended the utter bullshit noble ladies had to deal with on a daily basis. But now here he was, married to a noble lady, a noble lady with the same fears and anxieties he once scoffed and rolled his eyes at. It was almost enough to make his barely-beating heart ache.

Cold hands came to hold Sienna’s shoulders as Astarion stood tall behind her. He knew she could not see him, but her just feeling him was enough. His eyes stared forward, intensely at the downcasted eyes of her reflection.

“You of all people should know how foolish such thoughts are, darling.” He spoke. “You have proven time and time again that you are more than just some daughter of a count. You are the hero of Baldur’s Gate and have done more than enough to earn a peaceful life.” He huffed before gently turning her around to face him. “You are worth more to me than just your womb. You are my love, my wife, and soon the mother of my child. You have given more to me than I believe I deserve. You deserve all the love I and our little one will give you. Do you understand, darling?”

There was no missing the tears filling the elf’s gray eyes as she pushed forward to hug him, burying her face in his shoulder. It was somewhat difficult due to the size of her belly, but Astarion didn’t care. He was more than happy to give his beloved wife the love and affection she needed. His words were not empty and honeyed like the ones he used when they first met, no these were words of sincerity and truth. Every syllable was filled with a mere fraction of the love he felt for her. Even after the few years they spent together, it never failed to scare him just how much he loved this woman.

After a few more moments of their silent embrace, Sienna stepped back slightly to gaze at Astarion’s face. “You are so good to me.”

Naturally, Astarion smirked. “Glad of you to take notice. I work far too hard to have such an oblivious wife.”

The snarky response elicited a giggle from Sienna before it was cut off by a jolt from her stomach. Concern filled Astarion’s eyes before Sienna’s smile returned.

“I’m alright.” She assured him. “I believe the baby just kicked me.”

This reply did nothing to relieve the vampire’s concern. “I’m sorry- the baby kicked you?”

Sienna nodded. “It’s called the ‘quickening’ in the motherhood journal I’m reading. The baby has developed legs and is learning to use them. It’s not painful, just… strange, I suppose.” 

Just then, she took Astarion’s hand and pressed it into the underside of her belly. After a few moments, Astarion felt it: a thump against his palm. His eyes widened at the sensation, bright red irises shining in wonder, all while his wife smiled back at him.

“How… How is this possible?” Astarion’s voice didn’t rise above a whisper.

“It is a part of life, dear husband.” She said softly, her free hand coming up to cup his cheek. “A life we created.”

The couple stood there for a few more moments of silence before a yawn would finally rip its way through Sienna. A glance towards the window was enough for her to see it was already late and now would be a great time for both her and the child within her to rest. Astarion wasted no time leading her to the bed and pulling the covers back for her to crawl under. But instead of making his routined exit to hunt for his dinner, the vampire instead slipped into bed beside his wife, his head resting sideways on her belly. 

“Are you not hungry tonight?” Sienna asked with a frown.

Astarion shook his head. “I am, but that can wait. I merely wish to spend some quality time with my child.”

Sienna chuckled and rolled her eyes. “As you wish. But don’t stay too long. I’d hate for you to starve.”

The vampire smiled and brought a hand to rest gently atop her belly. “I promise, my dear. Just a bit longer.”

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

MERCURY: I have a tailor who makes my trousers and a friend who makes shoe. Ages ago I used to go to Ossie Clark, along with Zandra Rhodes.

CIRCUS: I find shoes to be the hardest part of the wardrobe to find. MERCURY: London is full of shoe shops. You can have them made to order. Just go in with your design.

CIRCUS: How large is your closet?

MERCURY: Pretty large. I’ve got a sort of huge apartment in Kensington and I have a huge corridor that’s just full of my wardrobe. I could start a shop in there.

CIRCUS: Where would you advise Queen fans to buy their clothes?

MERCURY: It really depends, there are so many places. There’s a place called Essences, that’s a very good place. They seem to get very good quality stuff, but still old, 1920’s stuff. If they have the money I’d ask them to go to Zandra Rhodes, because she’s got a place where she works and you can buy them off the rail. They’re quite beautiful.

CIRCUS: Do you think clothes make the man?

MERCURY: It depends upon what kind of person you are. For what we do, clothes are very important, and if you know where to get them it helps.

CIRCUS: Do you spend a lot of time in front of the mirror?

MERCURY: If I have time, yes. I’m a very vain person and, yeah, I do.

CIRCUS: Do you ever think about the mirror while you’re in front of it, what effect your image has upon it?

MERCURY: No, I don’t go that deep into it. I have other things to think about. I have quite a few at home, different shapes and sizes, but I don’t think there’s any kind of chemical reaction.

CIRCUS: Could you compare yourself to another human being?

MERCURY: No way. I think I’m totally original. I’m sure there are many people who see themselves in me, but that’s to them. I’m me, basically, and that’s how I like to be.

CIRCUS: What brand of nail polish do you use?

MERCURY: I used to use Biba. That’s another nice shop people can go to. It’s really a beautiful shop done up well. When fans come over here, that ought to be the first place they go. I used to use Biba black nail polish, but I changed. I got Minor’s now. Black seems to be the color for me.

- Freddie Mercury, extract from interview 1975, Circus Magazine

Queen’s Freddie Mercury Shopping For An Image In London

by Scott Cohen

Pic: 1974 - Freddie Mercury

[operafantomet]

Hello, it’s me again. I’d love to know your opinion on the Italian production costumes. At first I didn’t like them, but after seeing the show live, I really enjoyed them.

I think they have many cool things going on, a nice period nerve, nice colours, cool references... but sometimes a bit campy. This is however solely judging from photos and video clips, and as always this is not primarily what they are designed for. They are designed for movement and light on stage, and from a distance. So if I ever get to see the production I can give you a much fairer judgement than what I can now. But some favourites and not so favourites!

ELISSA: I love the Elissa costume. Keeping the colours turquoise and golden corresponds well with the set design and chandelier, it looks rich and elegang, and it is also a cool match to the dark blonde wig. Regal and cool, and also somewhat recognizable as an Elissa costume.

DRESSING GOWN: Another recognizable look is Christine's dressing gown. Now... yes I do secretly wish a non-replica production would go a totally different route.. a pink one, a green, something completely different. Kinda like the heavy red one they did in LND Denmark. Just to be creative. But a good ol' delicate white dressing gown is always a welcome look for the First Lair. Hence... beautiful. Bonus for tucks at the hem (not depicted here) and the overall golden touch of the wig, the Hannibal costume underneath and the belt:

THE PHANTOM'S MASK: The Phantom's mask for this production... is not my cup of tea. I've never understood the "angry eyebrow" in any production, or an overall too bulky look. It also feels a bit overdimensioned? But again, this is probably an issue in photos and videos more than when seeing the show live.

DEGAS: I enjoy the "everyday look" of the Degas costumes. They really look like rehearsal costumes, and they look wonderfully period. Cool touch with the diamond-shaped underbust corsets.

CARLOTTA IN MANAGERS: A classy and period-looking bustle dress, but not a very exciting one? Not sure what I'm missing, but more... ooomp, more of an exclamation point. But I like the green towards her red hair.

MASQUERADE: Even if giving a hint of Venetian carnivale, and even if probably adding nicely to the chaotic atmosphere, I don't particularly care for the all-cloaked Masquerade. I feel I lack a focal point in some way. Yes, I know Christine and Raoul is especially featured at times, but as a general design look I'm wanting more. Not sure what. Wackier headgarbs? More distinct costumes? Something.

RED DEATH: I do however enjoy Red Death within this design philosophy. And especially that they picked up on the original idea of Paul Daniels, magic consultant for the original West End production: “My best idea was not accepted by the director (he had his image, fine), whereby the Phantom would come down, singing Masquerade, and then the whole costume and his stick would twirl up into the air, and he would… not be in it, despite the fact that he’d been singing." (as told in the Behind the Mask documentary in 2004). And this is more or less what they're doing here. When the ensemble grabs on to his cloak, it's empty, he's gone, and the cloak just falls to the floor. Should of course mention they did the same in Kristianstad, Sweden. But it's an awesome trick and I love the different takes on it. Here's the full costume before Red Death disappears:

CHRISTINE IN MASQUERADE: Christine wears a beautiful, if boring 1870s-esque bustle dress - much in the vein of Carlotta's Manager's dress. I don't think it adds anything, but at least it's pretty, as is the turned-view set and lowered chandelier.

MAUSOLEUM: I like the mint colour of the Mausoleum cloak, and the bow details. Subdued, yet visible. Bonus: The red lining of the Phantom's cloak (which I think he wears in the Mirror scene, to good effect). I will cherish the day a non-replica production does NOT push the red rose as a theme/prop, but anyway... at least the red rose look good towards the green on stage.

THE DARK ANGEL: No. Just no. I'm not on board. Don't camp it up like this. It feels like an idea that worked better on paper than on stage. Especially when he flies up in the air. I just... no.

POINT OF NO RETURN: In large I'm thinking WHY? Why the humongous hat? I think there are better ways to hide the face. Why is the Aminta skirt such a perfect nod to the Lon Chaney movie's Marguerite costume, but then the top is just a generic corset? Why the wildly clashing colours? It feels like they started with some good ideas and then it just... collapsed.

FINAL LAIR: ...and this is where you loose me... Albeit in hindsight I guess I am glad it's Raoul that is topless and not the Phantom. I mean, they COULD have done that. Or both, for that matter. I thank then for resisting the thought.

All in all, I think the costume design works within a recognizable look - to the point where MOTN, Madame Giry and the two managers could might as well have been Maria Bjørnson's design. But then with some creative touches here and there which either works very well, or moves over to the campy side. I think the Phantom is constantly balancing on camp, while Christine overall has a good wardrobe. As for Raoul, not really anything new or memorable apart from the shirtless thingie in the Final Lair. As far as the others go, a very consistent look throughout.

To me this is one of the most thorough and appealing non-replica productions out there, as far as costumes go. I would rate it in the vein of the Czech Republic (which is jollier but also sticks close to Maria Bjørnson), Hungary (ditto) and Norway/Greece (more blue and more 1905, and more of a roller-coaster, but what is good is really good). I like that they keep it Victorian-esque and recognizable, and a bit creative. And yes, I would love to see it live. Always.

[depravity-n-savagery]

I loveee your billy head canon about riding him. So good.

I have a request Drabble

Billy making reader squirt infront of a mirror overstimulation with praise kink

Ask and you shall receive 😌❤️‍🔥 This drabble ended up being longer than I planned 😅 so I hope you like it lolz

"I've got you baby. Do you trust me?"

Most people would laugh if Billy Hargrove asked them the same question. Trust? In someone like him? As his girlfriend, you saw the side of him that had your heart swelling. The side that made you fall for him in the first place. "Yes." You answer, just above a whisper. Using his beautiful ocean eyes as an anchor to keep you grounded.

It was that trust in him that allowed you to go along with this. After one too many times of Billy correcting you whenever you talked about him being 'out of your league'. Feeling self-conscious next to Billy and the attention that came with dating someone like him. Girls and women staring, some even glaring at you with open disapproval. Wanting your place. Feeling like they deserved it more. Some of them were so gorgeous, it made your jaw drop when Billy simply ignored them. Instead, putting an arm around your shoulder or palming your ass with a devilish grin.

"You just need to see yourself the way I see you." Billy said. His breath was hot on the shell of your ear, as he seated himself behind you. The large mirror in front of you both felt like a spotlight. Drawing attention to you, and making your skin crawl with the urge to run and hide. Or at least cover yourself. Billy insisted on you both being bare naked for this little 'exercise' of his. Unlike you, he stared into the mirror dead on. Drinking in your image with lust-filled eyes. His cock twitching against your lower back.

You were so busy trying to avoid your reflection, that you didn't notice his hands in motion. One of them reached around to rub softly at your breasts. The other, took a gentle hold of your jaw. "Look." He redirected your line of sight. Forcing you to see yourself. To see the goosebumps that rose, following his hand's motion. Squeezing at your nipple until you whimpered. You could see the effect it had on you both. Vibrating against your back while Billy spoke. "Good girl. Don't you dare look away."

Too stunned to speak, you just nod. Disappointed that the view of his perfectly sculpted figure was being blocked by your own. 'This isn't about me', he said. So you had no choice but to watch. Fully aware of the way your pussy clenched around nothing the closer Billy's hand got. The moist squelching made you squirm. "Billyyy..."

"Be patient." It was so stern. Contrasting the affectionate kiss he pressed behind your ear. "Unless you can repeat something for me. Then maybe I can touch that pretty pussy for you. Is that what you want, babydoll?"

Yes. Needing his touch the way your lungs needed air. Longing to feel him all over you in any way he desired. At the price of a few words? Deal. "Y-yess, please. I'll say whatever you want."

"I knew you would.~" He purred into your ear. Pausing with his fingers just above your clit. So close, but still not close enough. "Keep your eyes on that mirror, and tell me how sexy you are."

"What?"

The pad of his index finger dragged across your sensitive little nub. The slightest touch made you whimper, and wind your hips into his hand. Then he pulled it away. "Tell me how sexy my girl is."

"I-....I'm..." You were so timid. Meeting his eyes in the mirror's reflection. "...I'm sexy."

"Again."

True to his word, the rubbing on your clit resumed. A choir of angels singing the song of your building pleasure. "I'm...sexy.." The last word mixed in with your moans, giving it a sinful bite you didn't expect. It felt foreign coming from your lips. But fuck, did it sound good.

Billy must've thought so too. Moving on from rubbing, to stuffing you full with his two fingers. There was so much slickness between your open thighs, he slipped in with ease. Pumping into you so deeply you were coating his knuckles with your arousal. "That's my girl. You've got a five-star pussy-"

"I've got a five-star pussy..." You echoed his words automatically, no longer needing a command. So caught up in the moment. It felt like a trance. Hypnotized by his eyes, peering over your shoulder with the power to ruin you.

" -and you know how to use it. Don't you baby?" His tongue crept over the shell of your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. His teeth pinched your lobe and tugged softly. Amplifying the wet sounds of his mouth. "You bring me to my knees every fucking time. Feels like heaven."

It was inevitable. Your undoing, at the tips of his fingers. Fucking you just as roughly as he would with his cock. Only this time, he focused on curling his fingers. Assaulting the spongy place inside of you that brought tears to your eyes. That made your toes curl into the carpet. Building and building, higher and higher until you leaped off the edge.

"Holy shit!"

His voice sounded miles away. On the far end of a tunnel somewhere, muffled by the pounding of your heart. It filled your ears with heavy drumming and wet pattering. Were you drowing? It suddenly felt a lot wetter than usual, and you could hardly get air into your lungs.

The pattering continued as Billy kept pumping away. Using his other hand to swipe furiously across your clit. Cranking and twisting your insides until all the air was forced out of you. The pleasure was too much. "Billy!!" He only released you when the flowing ceased. Leaving behind the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"There you go... I got you." The comforting voice became more clear. Arms wrapping around you, pulling you out of the depths. "I got you, babe."

The world came back into view. In the moment, you didn’t even realize you had closed your eyes. The fuzzy corners of your vision were clearing up, and you could finally see the 'damage'. The carpet area beneath you was darker than the rest. Soaked. Just like your thighs and Billy's entire hand. A hand he brought to his lips and began to lick without a second thought. Savoring the taste like it was his favorite meal.

Fully drained, you let yourself lean back into his chest. "Did I...?"

"Yeah." It came out with a chuckle. He was beaming. Shining above you in rays of pride and astonishment. "You squirted. Shit, I didn't even know you could do that."

"Neither did I." You croaked. Keeping your eyes open was turning into a difficult task. Shit. You tried to find yourself again, fumbling around until you could squeeze your hand between the two of you. "You didn't let me help you finish."

Instead of the throbbing warmth of his hard cock, you felt... more moisture. Too thick to be sweat. "You don't need to." Softly, he pressed his lips to your temple before scooting away from you to stand. "I just watched the hottest girl in Hawkins squirt all over my fingers. What did you expect?"

With a newfound confidence, you gave him a playful grin. "Just Hawkins?"

"Babydoll..." He extended a hand to help you up, settling you on unsturdy legs. "...Hawkins, California, anywhere. If you're there, no other woman stands a chance." Sealed with a kiss, you couldn't help but swoon.

You always felt lucky to have Billy by your side. Maybe now, you could fully believe that he felt just as lucky to have you beside him. ♡

Masterlist , Ao3 ☆

[des-no9]

In relation to the recent Tav Banter/Dialogue ask game : I'd love for 4, 17 or 38! :)

From the Tav Banter and Dialogue! All answered for Vanquish

4. Hiding/sneaking/hidden movement

"This reminds me of a dance I learned." "How low can we go (giggle)." "Watch the tail." "I'll be your eyes, ears, and blade."

17. Looking in a mirror

"Sometimes I wonder who looks back." "That scar's new." "(wince) Anyone got a hairbrush?" "Did my burns always glow?"

38. If a player character asks them to consider consuming tadpoles or using the Astral tadpoles, how would your Tav/Durge respond?

(if romancing Kith'rak Voss) Vanquish: "Pass. No room at the inn." (taps the side of her head) "Plus. Think Voss would want to touch me looking half-illithid?"

Option 1: PC: (persuasion hard check) "He still needs us. And he said he'd do anything for that hammer and Orpheus, right?" Fail: Vanquish: "I'd rather be something than anything." (idly touches one of the bruises he left behind on her) Pass: Vanquish: "The best I can give you is 'I'll think about it'." (the gem fused to her wrist glows) "Caiphon likes the idea, though."

Option 2: PC: "Who else is up there?" Vanquish: "Private audience only, sorry." PC: "You've mentioned Caiphon before, that's one. The tadpole. Who else, Voss?" (Wisdom hard check: connect to Vanquish's mind) Fail: Vanquish: (smirks) "Think I can't feel you up there?" (Vanquish pushes you out of her head, like claws to your mind as she rips you out, putting you back where you belong. You feel the looming, uncomfortable sensation of being watched. Above. Behind. Beyond.) Vanquish: "The answer's no."

Pass: (You see the fleeting image of Kith'rak Voss looking down at Vanquish, a strange serenity as she looks up. Flash of void fire- and Vanquish pushes you out, violent. Anger. You struggle to catch your breath as the feeling of being watched, judged, hangs above you, within you. Beyond.) Vanquish: "I was considering it as an advantage to help Voss, not you, but the answer's no. (sly smile) Try not to choke on your next tadpole."

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(if not romancing Kith'rak Voss) Vanquish: "I've ate a lot of strange shit in my time and stuffed my head so full of passengers I should start charging."

Option 1: PC: "Who else is up there?" Vanquish: "Private audience only, sorry." PC: "You've mentioned Caiphon before, that's one. The tadpole. Who else?" (Wisdom hard check: connect to Vanquish's mind) Fail: Vanquish: (smirks) "Think I can't feel you up there?" (Vanquish pushes you out of her head, like claws to your mind as she rips you out, putting you back where you belong. You feel the looming, uncomfortable sensation of being watched. Above. Behind. Beyond.) Vanquish: "I'll sleep on it. No promises, though."

Pass: (You see the fleeting image of a set of dark purple eyes set deep against onyx skin, crowned in a similar facial tattoo as Vanquish. Flash of void fire- and Vanquish pushes you out, violent. Anger. You struggle to catch your breath as the feeling of being watched, judged, hangs above you, within you. Beyond.) Vanquish: "I was considering it, but the answers no. (sly smile) Try not to choke on your next tadpole."

Option 2: PC: "So...is that a yes?" Vanquish: (The strange gem fused to her wrist glows and she seems to talk to it, in a language you cannot understand. The words feel cold, inquisitive.) "Caiphon wants me to." (She pauses, staring at the effect of the tadpole on your face.) "Does your body still feel your own?" PC: "I am still me inside. (pause) Mostly, I think. Outside? Small price to pay for its power." Vanquish: "When you have a choice." PC: "You do now." (Persuasion check) (Vanquish stares at the tadpole squirming in the jar/at the Astral Tadpole hovering above your hand, drawn to the power of her Patron under her skin, written over it). Vanquish: "Give it here-" (She snatches the tadpole from your hand, its power begging to connect to her tadpole inside, and Caiphon, endless Planes away.) "How much worse can it get." (gestures at her burns)

[coochiequeens]

Babies are not props to be used to validate gender feelz. And unfortunately this is just the start of a long list of why this guy should not be around kids

By Genevieve Gluck February 26, 2024

A trans-identified male residing in Canada who claims to be HIV positive and inserts progesterone rectally has been allegedly “breastfeeding” his child with the support of established medical clinics. Former men’s rights activist Murray Pearson, 52, who uses the name Margaret (Margie) Fancypants on social media, has been criticized after he shared an image of himself at a lactation clinic holding a young infant.

The photo was first posted three months ago on Reddit community titled r/TransLater, a board dedicated to males who transition later in life. In a post titled, “Milk, baby, milk! MTF 52,” wherein Pearson appears ecstatic that one “benefit of being transfemme” includes “that you can be pregnant and get drunk” with no undue problems.

“I have a baby almost 9 months old… I cannot wait to connect through feeding. And yes, I will stop drinking before it negatively affects anything they drink!” said Pearson

“This is a wish I have had for decades. My egg cracked a year ago on December 12 and I realized I could nurse my baby already on the way. That lit a fire under me, and I have gone from having lean pectoral muscle in March to full B-cups now and growing fast,” he added.

Pearson continues on to claim to have the assistance of “medical expertise,” including “five physicians in three clinics in two world class hospitals,” with one of the clinics named as the Goldfarb Clinic in Montreal.

“Two endocrinologists, Newman and Goldfarb, created a protocol to induce lactation in adoptive mothers,” Pearson explained in the comments. “It works for trans women as well, it works best when breast growth is mature but I am taking domperidone while my primary breast growth is underway. By an astonishing coincidence, I live right next to their breastfeeding institute!”

According to statements Pearson has made on social media, he began identifying as transgender in December 2022, and the following year, began taking progesterone. Approximately eight months ago, Pearson announced that he had found his “true self” as a result of performing in a drag show for a friend’s birthday celebration.

Earlier this month, Pearson described the first moment he believed he was a woman after trying on used women’s clothing at a thrift store. “I realized that the beautiful curvy woman in the mirror was the real me and I could be her every day… after more than two decades of stealth resistance. 87 days later I started spiro, 14 days after that estradiol, and now I am looooooving my boobs. Having curves without fakery is AMAZING.”

In a post made to the TransLater community last week, Pearson described how to insert the female hormone progesterone rectally, as a suppository, rather than swallowing it as a tablet.

“My breasts get a wonderful plumpness and pleasing jiggliness when I have had progesterone the night before…. You’ll need some lubricant (personal lube such as K-Y jelly or similar, or silicone personal lube which may be overkill, or some sort of non-irritating oil; I use my own mixture of cocoa butter and shea butter) to allow free clearance for the capsule… Some people simply pop the capsule in their mouth to use saliva, but I like a more effective lube,” he commented.

Pearson has also shared images of himself in a blue and pink wig attempting to eat ice cream containing the hormone in a seductive manner.

Disturbingly, Pearson has also revealed that he is HIV positive and is aware that the deadly virus can be transmitted through breastfeeding.

“I am HIV+, continuously controlled for 18.5 years now,” said Pearson in a Reddit post six months ago. “The viral suppression into undetectability [sic] makes sexual transmission impossible. But transmission through milk IS possible if viral load becomes detectable so I will test viral load monthly (opposed to semiannually) to keep a VERY close eye on that.”

In a shocking display of further disregard for the child’s health, Pearson speculated as to whether his experiment would qualify him as a candidate for the participation in academic research.

“Fortunately, Dr Lenore Goldfarb, creator of the protocol, has her clinic at the same hospital we birthed our baby in. I may even end up in the medical literature.” While again discussing his HIV status in relation to ‘breastfeeding’ a child, Pearson alleges that his case is being documented by infectious diseases researcher Dr. Marina Klein, who is affiliated with McGill University.

Pearson in a “before” picture posted to Reddit tracking his transitioning progress.

Reduxx reached out to Dr. Klein to request information on her involvement in Pearson’s experimental lactation, and she confirmed that she had been monitoring Pearson for his HIV infection at the Chronic Viral Illness Service of the McGill University Health Centre. However, she stated she had not been involved in his transition nor had she been consulted on his induction of lactation.

“It’s important to emphasize that we do not recommend breast feeding for people with HIV as this is the only way to be certain that no HIV transmission will occur after a baby is born,” Dr. Klein said in her response. “However, guidelines have evolved over time with the recognition that the risk of transmission is very low when HIV infection is undetectable with effective therapy … If, after informed discussion, a person expresses a wish to breastfeed they may chose to do so provided they are willing to follow a close protocol of viral monitoring and have their baby followed closely with pediatric specialists who would generally recommend that they receive preventive medication.”

Dr. Klein further states that Pearson had expressed a desire to breastfeed and then had been referred to an endocrinologist.

Prior to identifying as transgender, Pearson was involved in politically advocating for the US-based, anti-feminist men’s rights non-profit A Voice for Men (AVFM).

The organization was founded in 2009 by Paul Elam, who has said that there would no longer be “any place to hide on the internet” for “lying bitches,” and members associated with the group have previously published personal information about women who opposed their activities.

Pearson has linked to the organization’s website on his YouTube channel biography, where he has uploaded videos of himself advocating positions held by AVFM, such as accusing women of lying about sexual violence.

In one video shared in July 2013, titled “Rape, Posters, Traffic Lights and Consent,” Pearson claims that he was previously drugged and raped by a woman on the University of Alberta campus.

He also encourages discussion of posters produced by Men’s Rights Edmonton which featured the headline, ‘Don’t Be That Girl’, created with the intention of parodying an anti-rape campaign designed by a women’s rape crisis shelter, Sexual Assault Voices of Edmonton (SAVE), which used the slogan, ‘Don’t Be That Guy.’

Pearson has also been active in a Facebook group for “trans lesbians,” a term which labels men who call themselves transgender as same-sex attracted women.

Criticism of Pearson’s claims to be “lactating” and “breastfeeding” have focused on concerns that he is “motivated… to experience sexual arousal from lactation,” as one X user, Lulu Solomon, said.

“Because it is not motivated by what is best for the baby it’s automatically risky because the baby becomes a prop in the fantasy,” she stated, alongside a photo of Pearson at the Goldfarb clinic.

This is not the first controversy that has involved trans-identified males breastfeeding babies, with a number of recent examples triggering concern over the past year.

Last year, a lactation professional in Australia along with a women’s rights campaigner were warned that they had broken the law after criticizing a trans-identified male who had boasted of breastfeeding his infant. Shortly after, a trans-identified male in the UK dismissed critics of the practice as “transphobes” after he posted images of himself with a baby latched to his nipple.

UPDATE 02/26/24: The article has been updated to include comment received from Dr. Klein.

[providencehq]

Hey~! What are your top 5 fave EVO designs from Generator Rex? Also, do you like any of Generator Rex's soundtrack?

Such an easy yet hard question. Without fail my number 1 spot has to go to Weaver. Dude has such a fucked up design and it really pushes the idea of human to monster bounty in Generator Rex combined with the aspect that unlike most EVOs, we see him human first. The visual of the skin tearing to reveal almost puss like growth that is too much for his skin, his BODY to contain shows the horror of EVOs. That in itself, the destruction of the human body molecule by molecule may be recognizable in some fun house of horror mirrors but only in it's base. You have a full monster there. That's fucked up. Love him for that.

Second would probably be the Blimp or how I so lovingly called it Whale Fall EVO. I honestly don't care about how it's used for transportation but the fact that it's recognizable as a whale is oh my god, what amazing world building. A majority of the EVOs seen throughout Generator Rex are either humans or fairly recognizable, every day animals like rabbits or rats or dogs. Before we ever see Rex and Six go into the ocean, we're fairly limited on knowledge that nanites have spread past a terrestrial and aerial means. Like, of course it would have gone into the water ways to some degree considering the Nanite Event effected everything but you see a whale coming out of the sky all messed up, I would have realized that the nanite endemic is so much worse than it initially appeared. It looks like an actual whale fall of an EVO whale with EVO scavengers (barnacles, whale lice, squid???? FUCKING YES) just hitching along it's so gross I can't help but love it.

Next is the Stegerat. I think they look cool, like a gross puppy, and fucked up, that is all.

Fourth favorite is probably Quarry's enforcers or as I've always called them in my head, the maggot EVOs. A lot of the human EVOs don't balance a lot of the monstrous with the human aspect in the more small scale EVOs we see. EVOs like No Face and some of the background no name EVOs have cool designs but don't hit that gross factor a lot of the animal EVOs do, this is truly effecting us on a genetic level and not a slightly more quirky X-Men looking character (I'm looking at you Squidd). These guys though? They're gross, I hate them, solid A+ in my book.

And lastly we have Alpha! Love him for the concept that and EVO doesn't have to pertain to modifying biological matter in order to exist, it just can. Such a dense concentration of nanites given sentience that other nanites don't quite have and manage to come together and create this mirror image of us? A haunting figure of the failures and potentials successes lost through blind pursuit manifested into a quote on quote perfect human? One without disease or death and the ability to manipulate itself into whatever without the cost of losing genetic/biological material or sanity (questionable)???? OH MY GOD I LOVE IT!!! And the fact the denser nanites in my mind make it look almost skeletal form peeking through. (he has little fangies)

In regards to the music I do actually listen to quite a bit of the music from Generator Rex, mostly Orange (though my brother listens to them and I'm fairly sure I stole all my music taste from him). Flashback Heart Attack has some super fun songs and I even made a patch of their band for one of my many patch jackets. I love the song Loser specifically. I don't think I listen to any of the actual music composed for the show however.

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Happy Storyteller Saturday, Kate!

Inspiration can come from anywhere; what's one of the more expected places you've gotten ideas from?

Hi Saran!

Thanks for the STS<333

I am assuming you meant unexpected but perhaps I shall answer both just for fun:)

An unexpected place:

Minutes before the final exam is handed out for my intro to political science course (this was a while ago, pre-pandemic actually), we're all sitting the lecture hall chatting quietly. The girl beside me asks, "how's your day going?"

I remembered having read an article earlier that day about a bunch of nuns in Bhutan? Nepal? I can't remember now, but they study Kung Fu. I tell her this.

She looks up at the front where the exams are sitting in piles waiting to be distributed and my eyes follow. Then we look back at each other at the same moment and she says, "let's go."

We did not, in fact, run away to Nepal together. But I did get the idea for WIPIX right then. It's going to be a duology (the books named Good Ol' Fashioned Pirates and Ye Olde Skull and Cross Bones) about a group of bored college kids that run away to become pirates. The indicting incident, of course, happens as an exam is being passed out and the characters make a different choice than I did.

An expected place:

Last summer the northern lights were supposed to visible over my city around midnight so my dad and I went out on the rocks near our house (overlooking the beach) where we figured there would be the least light pollution (without having to drive for an hour out of the suburbs). We never saw the northern lights that night (still too much light pollution damn you Vancouver) but we did see the milky way. That was the most clearly I have ever seen it.

Some time that night, as I was staring up at the stars, I started thinking about relativity, light speed, and time travel. I came up with this cool idea for a Da Vinci-style contraption (laced with a lil' magic), somewhere between a telescope and projector inside a room full of mirrors, where you could bounce light off an object far in the distance (like a distant planet or moon) and send that light into the future. If you projected an image of yourself you would be sent to the stars and back to earth, and effectively time-travel.

I still need to iron out a whole host of kinks to make this make even a lick of sense, but I liked the aesthetic of it - an "analog" way to time travel - and it became part of the inspiration for WIPXIV, which involves a 15th century secret society of time-travelling plague doctors fighting off the zombie apocalypse with machine guns.

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Once more: Bal des Maréchaux, 6 January 1805

A long, long time ago I promised to translate the long newspaper report of the ball given by the marshals during the coronation festivals, the one where poor Mortier had to dance. @maggiec70 and everybody else who reads French can of course better enjoy the original text - without my stupid remarks, but with an astonishing amount of long s’s (ſ).

Journal Politique de Mannheim, No. 14, Monday 14 January 1805

Paris, January 8th

The Journal officiel has an account of the ball given on the 6th to Her Majesty the Empress, as follows:

»Yesterday the Marshals of the Empire gave Her Majesty the Empress a celebration for which she had kindly agreed to accept the honour. They had chosen the hall of the Opera. The most brilliant events succeed one another there, the most pompous spectacles are displayed, it is the theatre of enchantments, the temple of prestiges; the eye is accustomed to all the magic the art of the decorator can produce; but it was reserved for the feast given by the marshals to produce in this place of wonders a new surprise, to provide effects which were unknown, to spread a charm which had not yet been experienced, and finally to place reality above even the illusions of the stage.«

[Insert images of fourteen different marshals, all reading the morning paper to their respective wives and nodding approvingly. »I guess that means they liked it.«]

»The room was laid out as for ball days, but it was hardly recognisable. All the boxes were beautifully draped, and each row in a different manner.«

Event organisers, sighing: Yes, indeed. That was the only thing we could do when it became clear the gentleman would not agree on a common concept. We barely managed to avoid a brawl.

»Elegant colonnades and rich candelabras separated them. At each of them a wreath of flowers descended on the heads of the women who were to appear there; garlands and festoons united the wreaths between them; here the drapery was fastened with stars; there the imperial eagle unfolded its wings on a vast cordon; on another row, helmets, shields, and flags decorated the front of the boxes [...]«

Event organisers: Well, we did manage to talk Lannes out of decorating his boxes with cannons, so there’s that.

»[…] everywhere the initials of Napoleon and Josephine offered themselves to one’s eyes. A starlit sky replaced the ceiling. The dazzling brilliance of the chandeliers and the women's diamonds was reflected in the mirrors artfully arranged in most of the boxes. Below the orchestra floor were full-length mirrors that extended the lines of the seated women as far as the eye could see.«

Murat: That was my idea!

Event organisers: He also provided us with most of the mirrors.

»All the boxes were occupied by foreign or French persons, called by name to be placed there. Two armchairs were prepared for their Majesties, at the extreme end of the room. Near and behind them were reserved seats for the princes and princesses, the grand officers and the ladies of their court.«

Lannes: I voted to place those at an even greater distance, outside the hall. I was overruled.

»In two parallel lines and along the whole length of the hall, were placed some of the invited ladies; the men circulated behind their seats; a wide and long square, reserved for the quadrilles, remained free. At nine o'clock, their Imperial Highnesses Princesses Louis and Caroline were announced; they entered through a side door, followed by their ladies. The assembly rose; a moment later the Empress was announced, welcomed with the loudest applause, followed by her ladies, accompanied by two marshals of the Empire, she took her place in one of the armchairs prepared for her. In the name of the Emperor, there was a military drum salute, […]«

Event organisators: We just could not talk them out of that.

»[…] the orchestra gave a fanfare, and the loudest cheers erupted from all sides. The Emperor, followed by the princes, his brothers, the arch-chancellor and the arch-treasurer, one of the colonels-general of his guard and the aide-de-camp on duty, was led to his place by the Marshals of the Empire.«

Marshals: We were not sure if he would find it on his own, and we really wanted to have him out of the way so we could properly party.

»The concert began with a beautiful war song, [...]«

Event organisers: Well, as we already said...

»[...], performed by Monsieur Etienne, its author, that of the Preux de Charlemagne. Several pieces by the bards were then performed. They were not new to anyone, and yet they could never have been better appreciated than on this occasion, for they were sung not by the artists of the Opéra, who are most successful as actors, but by those whose beautiful voice and excellent method are constantly admired, Messrs Laïs, Chérin and Roland. These numbers caused a great sensation, although no one thought it proper to applaud; but a deep emotion was generally felt when Laïs, Chérin and Roland sang, a capella, the forever famous aria Charmante Gabrielle. The Vivat, vivat, performed on the day of the coronation and already famous, ended the concert. The Emperor then expressed to Messieurs les maréchaux how the organisation of the celebration given to the Empress seemed to him to be perfect in every respect, [...]«

Josephine: Not that anybody cared to ask my opinion, of course. You know, the opinion of the person this party was dedicated to.

»[...] and two quadrilles were formed. After a second contredance, formed of a greater number of quadrilles, the waltzes began.«

Marshals: That was the last time we caught sight of Davout.

»Meanwhile, the Emperor had descended into the ballroom and was successively addressing all the women he found on his way.«

Napoleon: Is that British cotton you’re wearing? Are those jewels real or fake? Don't you feel that this neckline is a bit daring at your age?

»While conversing with each of them, he went around the room twice. The ball then became extremely lively. There were few women who did not take part in it; all of them, with the richness of their finery, had been able to combine the elegance and delicacy of ball costume. The splendour of their charms, their grace in dancing, the richness of the French uniforms, the variety arising from the foreign uniforms and the adorned costumes, the eagerness of the dancers, the tumultuous movements of the waltzes formed a scene difficult to describe. Movement was free everywhere, and most of the people in the boxes had descended and poured into the hall. The number of people invited had been calculated skilfully enough to ensure that there was attendance everywhere and a crowd nowhere.«

Berthier: Yeah, about inviting too many people … let’s just say somebody was able to give the boys some hints on that.

»Around midnight, Their Majesties retired.«

Everybody: Finally! Party time!

»The ball lasted until nearly six o'clock in the morning.«

Event organisers: And we would like to emphasise that not a single marshal tried to extinguish the candles by pistol shots.

»This incomplete notice cannot be finished without recalling that Messieurs the aides-de-camp of the marshals of the Empire did the honours and supervised all the details with that exquisite politeness, that urbanity and that gallantry which is everywhere the characteristic of soldiers distinguished by their services and the undisputed prerogative of the French military.«

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As a matter of fact, one of those aides, Soult’s aide-de-camp Auguste Petiet, was charged with preventing the public from entering the foyer where the marshals gathered to greet the emperor on his arrival, and comments in his memoirs that he found this job

quite unpleasant. I had placed two grenadiers of the Guard at each door of the foyer, and yet I was obliged to appear often to prevent the emperor's aides-de-camp, state councillors and other characters from breaking the rules.

Yes, Napoleon’s aides, state councilors and other shady folks clearly are the worst! I guess he did have more fun once he had seen Mortier dancing.

[cosmictapestry]

A12 and 34

A12. lucienne's titties

and

A34. let him dress her up

let him cook, lucienne

prompt list + fills here

“Tell me about this party again?” Lord Morpheus lounges on his back on the bed in their shared quarters, bare white skin bright against the golden sheets. One knee up, hands resting on his belly, head tipped over the edge of the bed, he stares at her upside-down with warm, sated regard.

Lucienne sighs and steps away from the grand dresser she manifested with all her favorite outfits from throughout the ages. She’s been contemplating for well over ten minutes now, and she’s still naked, hasn’t even decided on her undergarments yet. “The Little Leaf Leitmotif has reconciled with Lilian of Limburg. They were estranged, you remember.”

Her lord runs one hand up through his hair, jaw stretching in a great yawn. He is catlike in his contentment, all purring power and softness. “Yes, for well over a millennium now—that’s been resolved, I understand.”

“With great aplomb, yes. They are engaged. The celebration is tonight.” Lucienne watches him roll over, long lines of muscle and bone stretching alluringly, the little marks she’s left on his collarbone catching the light. He props himself up on his elbows, chin resting on one hand. His hair is tussled and lovely. “Lilian is hosting. It’s rather a private affair.”

“A bachelorette party,” he smiles at her. “You love those. Why do you fret?”

Lucienne steps back to her dresser, sorts through her collection for the fourth time. She raises a black brassiere to her chest, admires the fine embroidery along the cups. “I don’t know what to wear,” she mutters. “Do you know, I ran into this exact problem before our first night together? I don’t know how to dress anymore.”

“I don’t remember what you wore that night,” Lord Morpheus says, wistfully, and Lucienne snorts. “I was distracted.”

“Yes, I know you were,” Lucienne frowns and swaps the brassiere out for a camisole with built-in cups. “When did I even wear this?”

“You needn’t bother with that.” Lucienne jolts, feeling her lord’s hands settle on her wrists when he wraps his arms around her from the back, his chin hooked over her shoulder. “Why not make adjustments to something you’re more comfortable with?”

“My usual attire is rather more conservative than befits the occasion,” she places the camisole back with an aggrieved sigh.

Lord Morpheus hums and draws back, stepping away from her. “Hence the adjustments,” he murmurs. His hand skates down her bare back, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. “Allow me?”

He does not actually wait for an answer. Lucienne feels one of her usual suits drape her, structured and familiar. Then the waistcoat melts away, and the shirt too, leaving her in her brassiere and jacket—until the brassiere, too, is gone, and the jacket cinches tighter, quite unable to conceal her endowments. She looks down at the ensemble, unimpressed. “My tits are out.”

“Very true,” Lord Morpheus murmurs distractedly. His long fingers drift over the softening, thinning fabric of the jacket, until it is a sheer and shimmering scrap of purple fabric. As an afterthought another gauzy strip of starsilk wraps her waist up to her chest, concealing her nipples and little else, then winds around her arms. The air is cool over the broad swathe of her bare chest down to her navel. “Thoughts?”

Lucienne inspects her image in a floor-length mirror that manifests beside the dresser. The effect is ethereal, stunning, swishy sheer fabrics more his style than hers, but she finds she doesn’t terribly mind. She does love to wear his marks.

Her trousers are the same silky gauze of the jacket, thankfully not sheer and in fact surprisingly modest. It makes the generous curves of her upper body seem all the more risqué. Her breasts are the pressing concern here—her cleavage and the underside of each are on full display, and if the fabric shifts even a centimeter she runs the risk of exposing her nipples, which would cross the line from indecent to workplace harassment. “What if something… slips?”

“More fun for everyone,” Lord Morpheus says, and, with her glare, “my apologies. Nothing will fall out of place unless you wish it to.” He is still naked, hands fluttering over soft fabric and skin, flatteringly aroused.

“And when might I wish it to?” Lucienne turns to face him, braces her hands on his smooth chest and stretches up to kiss him, quick and light.

“Preferably, when you come back to me,” he murmurs in the space between them, hands resting on her hips, eyes flitting between her lips and down to her chest. “I would love to see something slip.”

Lucienne grins and gives him one last kiss. On her way out the door she glanced over her shoulder at him. “I think I might have you rip all this off of me, instead,” and she leaves with his wounded little sound ringing in her ears.

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lmao not me putting the songs on as wooyoung is dancing to them 😅. i love how with PG, you're dedicating a lot of time to strengthen personal connections btw the reader and each member, much like in HC, but this one is about moving forward from the events from before. it makes so much sense that for wooyoung, it would be about dance and seduction given everything we know about him, and i love how that connection and both of their shared pain is conveyed through the dancing, and how they're both working to move through it. it just reaffirms their bond, and these bonds are frankly my favorite part of the series.

now onto the smut uhm...wow i'm fucking speechless. i mean the desperation and the devotion, the venom tongue while he's eating the mc out like yes??? i need more of this??? take all my money??? seriously that was exceptionally hot such a galaxy brained thought. venom!wooyoung is such a concept. and the monster cock while riding? i had to take a break for a hot second that was fucking mindblowing, absolutely mindblowing. and he has the fucking nerve to smirk the whole time like wow the monstrous feralness of it all just augmented everything perfectly and i'm very fucking unwell. and as if i wasn't unwell enough the wings? the image of the wings??? and against the mirrors? next time just @ me if you wanna make an attempt on my life bc this was fucking intense.

this fucking line tho, "every one is different, and this one is made just for you" mayhaps a tear just ran down my leg. mayhaps several tears

i'll literally never get tired of the way you write such desperate lust, especially when you find new ways to convey it every time. the way he says such filthy things in his mind while his mouth keeps moving just yes need more of that. the pure devotion that comes through, even through the dirty talk, makes things so sweet and so fucking hot. i'm living for the submission, of him professing how much he loves mc through his words and his actions. reveling in the fact that he's yours, that he doesn't want anyone else and never will, and being so dedicated to showing that in every moment, yea i'm down for the count i'm passing tf away. this was immaculately done.

Yes!!! I love that you did, I feel like you get the full effect of the chapter that way!

I honestly LOVE writing about these bonds and exploring them deeper. I've had so much of this all planned from the start, that now that I get to write them, it makes me so happy to finally explore them all deeper. I'm just glad people are enjoying it as much as I am!!

Oh yeah, I kept saying on my discord how intense this chapter was going to be and I wasn't lying lmfaooo

Hehehe I have been looking forward to writing Wooyoung's smut since I first thought of it, especially the tongue fucking and then when I added the mirror portion to it with the wings... oof, I was NOT okay

I'm glad you enjoyed the smut!!! I definitely enjoyed planning it all out and writing it!! Thank you so much for always taking the time to read and give me feedback, you honestly don't know how much I appreciate it.

Also, believe me when I say there's plenty more where this came from ;))

[worlds-most-dangerous-sandwich]

AoS Framework rant yaaaay

(pls remember these are just my opinions :))

I recently rewatched season 4 for the third time, and I think I finally put my finger on what feels so off to me about Fitz’s framework storyline.

Just a warning: I’ll be discussing the concepts of how childhood abuse affects people, though it’s fairly vague.

The framework plays with the concept of nature vs nurture and, frankly, I hate it. The idea that simply being raised by an abuser will by default make you a bad person too is disgusting and harmful.

They were trying to make Fitz a mirror image to Ward: if Ward had only had a good influence, he would have been a good person; if Fitz had a bad one, he would have followed Ward’s dark path.

This is so disrespectful to abuse survivors, and it removes culpability from full grown adults.

We are responsible for our choices. No one else. Sure, the people we meet in our lives have a big effect on us. They can help or hinder us. But at the end of the day, we are responsible for our actions.

Fitz is a good person. He wouldn’t have become the horrible person we see in the framework just because his dad was around. If anything, I think he would have been an even more pronounced version of the Fitz we see in season one; skittish, anxious, and leery of authority.

Ward also chose his own path. Sure, while he was still a child, I can get behind the idea that he was manipulated into doing bad things. But he chose his way after that.

A sense of obligation to Garret? Sure. But even after his mentor was long dead, he still chose to restart Hydra on his own, to get revenge, to continue down a dark path.

The only way I can figure Fitz’s framework storyline in my head, is that Aida must have actively got inside Fitz’s brain and messed with him and his story more than the others. She was obsessed with him, and she lies to him after they come out of the framework (saying that everything she did in the framework was at Radcliffe’s orders, despite a large amount of it being for her own gain).

I have to believe that she altered him somehow. This would also make sense in explaining why he is the only member of the team to later develop the symptoms he did, despite many of them having their head filled with two lives. Fitz was the only one shown to not be able to distinguish the two, which would make sense if Aida had a more direct impact on his brain.

I also find this storyline frustrating because of the discourse it has created in the fandom. That it’s okay to support Ward because the framework proves he’s just a poor little baby who was manipulated.

He is a full grown adult.

Yes, I do feel bad for Ward, I do feel he had a lot of potential and I kind of wish he had gotten a redemption arc. But he didn’t. He made his choices, no one else made them for him. Infantilizing him and blaming all of his actions on Garret is not okay.

ALSO - touching again on the implication that we become bad people if we’re manipulated - this disregards how hard it is to grow up in a horrible home and still come out a compassionate and caring person. So many people have absolutely disgusting parents, and yet grow up to be empathetic, kind, and good people. Suggesting otherwise feels very dismissive and disrespectful to their struggles and trauma.

In the same line of thinking, parents can do everything right and someone can still grow to be cruel and abusive.

BECAUSE WE MAKE OUR OWN CHOICES AND ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR OWN ACTIONS AND- 🫠

In short, Fitz and Ward’s storylines were horribly over-simplified in s4. There is so much nuance there, and to suggest that we are nothing more than a product of our environment is kind of ridiculous offensive, imo.