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positivementalaxolotl · 2 years

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Friendly reminder...

Friendly reminder that physically assaulting your kids is manipulating them not disciplining them!

Friendly reminder that if you think that pschologists, psychiatrists, therapists or other study of behavioralists that focus on children don’t know what they’re talking about is the equivalent of saying that medical professionals don’t understand what they’re doing (AKA I should hit my kids is similar to not wearing a mask)

Friendly reminder that psychologists, psychiatrists, therapists, etc that work with children DO know what they are talking about when they say that physical assault on your kids is detrimental to your kids mental health

Friendly reminder that hitting your kids continues the cycle of toxic masculinity and teaches daughters to accept physical assault into her adult life and sons that hitting people is a healthy way to handle their stress and emotions

Friendly reminder that hitting kids is lazy parenting

Friendly reminder that hitting your kids doesn’t teach them to behave it teaches them to want to get away from you and hide things from you, and the only other things it could possibly teach a child is that everyone will forever physically assault them so it’ll never be that big of a deal

Friendly reminder that if you respect your parent who regularly and SERIOUSLY physically assaulted you, that you need to see a therapist. Unless you were physically assaulting the parent, or you were in a serious life or death situation, physical violence is NEVER the answer. Harming another human being will NEVER be equivalent to saying a bad word, not cleaning your room, refusing to do your homework, or even being disrespectful. (I seriously just heard someone say that about their mom- an approximation of his exact words... “My mom beat the shit out of me and I respect her because she isn’t afraid to tell me when I’m wrong” That is like... The epitome of manipulation right there.)

Friendly reminder that hitting kids in a non-self-defensive way or protecting way for the child should be included in child abuse laws!

Friendly reminder that therapy for children with behavior disorders should be free! (Along with all other medical services- the government should be required to pay for that not you- because at least in the USA the CONSTITUTION literally states that the government is meant to protect the people and that if the government is not doing so we should be allowed to dismantle said government! (Because that’s literally what our founding fathers did to get tf away from Britain!)

Friendly reminder to not hit your kids

#parent #parents #parenting #kid #kids #children #child #abuse #toxic #relationship #don't be a karen #there are more effective ways to handle your kids outbursts than hitting them #just because you're a parent doesn't mean you're good at it #I own plants but they keep dying on me so I shouldn't be giving plant care advice

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Proposal headcanons for senpaizoned Trey, please.

You know who I am, feel free to make it as ridiculous as you want *sobs* - 🍀

Hihi, 🍀 Anon!! It's nice to see you around again, hehe~ I believe you were the same one that asked for this Trey interaction, right? I'll incorporate a little bit of that into this, then.

***Mild spoilers for the Ghost Marriage event!***

Marry me?

Trey's proposal isn't actually his first. That's because he tried to propose other times, but those attempts were fudged up, and as a result, you didn't take the situation seriously. ("Oh, it's just Trey-senpai with another one of his cheesy dad jokes," you'd say effectively senpaizoning him.)

The first time he tried, Trey poured his heart and soul into a cake (with fondant shaped to resemble a dish rag, and studded with yellow grapes on the side not covered by fondant, as a little in-joke between the two of you). In the rush to deliver it to you, Trey tripped and went flying, headfirst, into the dessert.

His face and glasses were smeared in sponge cake and frosting, and you had to wipe him up afterwards. After such an embarrassing accident, he lost his nerve to bring up the proposal, and he swore to try again another time.

Attempt #2 involved help from the self-proclaimed Hunter of Love himself (Rook), and Cater (who really volunteered his help just to catch the tea on Trey's love life). Cater helped dress Trey up, while Rook wrote out an elaborate script for him to memorize (since they knew Trey was useless when it came to coming up with his own romantic lines).

When you showed up for your casual date, you're shocked to see him with his hair slicked back, and wearing a full-on suit. You asked him if it was opposite day or something--but instead of answering properly, Trey attempts (repeat: attempts) to recipe the speech Rook had prepared for him.

He got tongue-tied and had to improvise or ad lib a lot of lines, which just created a confusing mess of lovely prose sprinkled with some not-so-poetic verses. As soon as Trey finished, you laughed and politely clapped, praising his cute performance. (From some nearby bushes, Cater facepalmed and Rook gushed over Trey's lack of grace.)

After the first two failures, Trey sits down to mull long and hard about what went wrong. It slowly dawns on him that maybe extravagant and over-the-top romantic gestures aren't really his thing. He realizes that, ultimately, you like him for who he is, and he shouldn't try to be something he's not for the sake of a "perfect" fairy tale moment.

Trey summons you to a field one day--it's large and open and sunny, just a hop, a skip, and a jump away from his family's bakery. You arrive to find him crouched down in the field, weaving his hands through the grass. "Hey, there you are. I've been down on my luck lately, so I'm looking for a four-leaf clover. Think you can help me?" he asks.

You join him, and together you spend the whole day seeking out that elusive little plant. Your eyes start to grow heavy, and the sky has been dyed a deep crimson, when Trey excitedly calls out to you. "Your hand... Can I have it for a sec?"

You do--and that's when he slips the ring on--there's a little clover made of green gemstones set in the middle, and the band is a series of tendrils curling up and down your finger. "... Here. I finally found a four-leaf clover. It's all the luck I'll ever need to keep me from messing up. Today, and for the rest of my life."

But Trey isn't looking at the ring when he says that--he's staring right at you. A light blush grazes his cheeks. "Ah, I'm not good at things like this, but... I wanted to do this on my own terms. So think about it, alright?"

He has his answer in the tight embrace you give him--and he hugs you right back. There, in the field of clovers, a sincere promise for the future is made. Third time's the charm.

#twst #twst x reader #Trey Clover #Trey Clover x Reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Reader #self insert #wedding headcanons #spoilers

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bangtancentricsblog · 3 years

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myg/sc: i.i

❍ pairing: min yoongi x reader

❍ verse: on bad days

❍ word count: 1.4k +

warnings/disclosures: smut, soft/hard dom yoongi, fingering, pussy/clit slapping, light breath play, light brat taming, degradation, thigh slapping, exhibitionist yoongi, not edited sorry, I might’ve missed some things please let know if I did!, i spent way too long on this lmao i also might be broken, i’m not the greatest with smut so i hope you enjoy it

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“You lied to me!” You yell angrily throwing open the doors to the conference room. Yoongi isn’t fazed by this little stunt and simply casts you a look over his shoulder sighing heavily before pulling the other occupants attention back to him.

“Let’s end the meeting here, it seems my wife has something she wishes to discuss.” The men who sit at the table nod once, moving to leave quickly fearing the wrath of their boss. The doors close behind them settling an eerie silence in the room, you remain unmoved brow furrowed and arms crossed as you tap your louis vuitton clad foot impatiently.

“C’mere.” he says, rubbing at his temples and casting a glance in your direction when you remain where you stand. Yoongi quirks his head, lifting a single brow in question when you refuse to do as he says.

“Now.” Your expression shifts, a shiver shooting its way down your spine at the tone he uses. The steps you take are small and hesitant, the usual click clack of your heels muffled on the carpet. Yoongi would never hurt you, you know that but you’ve also never interrupted one of his meetings before. You can see irritation sinking into his features the longer you take to cross the small distance, heat pooling in your belly, pussy growing wetter the closer you get to him, your gaze falls to his hands clenched into tight fists making the veins more prominent. A whimper catches in your throat dying instantly when you hear the way he clicks his tongue in disapproval. It takes an eternity to close the distance, your gaze refusing to meet his, as he sighs at your sudden shyness.

“Give me your panties.” he mumbles, removing his jacket and loosening his tie. Your gaze darts up quickly, nearly tripping to do as he asks, shaky hands sliding under the hem of your dress to remove the piece of clothing. It sticks to your pussy, your face heating at just how wet you are. You ball the material in your palms peeking from under your lashes to see he’s rolled up his sleeves and is now leaning his hip against the giant oak table. He waits for you to place your panties in his hand, easily stuffing the material in his pocket before reaching for you. You shiver under the warmth of his hands, sighing softly as he pulls you closer, nuzzling your temple. You reach for him with shaky hands, whimpering when he stops you, his big hands wrapping around your wrists easily. Tears prick at your eyes at being denied something so simple, finding his gaze with a pout when he stares back emotionless.

“Yoongi.” you sob trying to wiggle free.

“Up on the table.” You rush to do as he says, shivering when the cold of the table meets the warmth of your skin. His hand finds your throat, not quite squeezing but resting it’s weight in temptation. He presses his forehead to yours, gaze narrowed eyes sparklingly with lust.

“Do I need to teach my bratty girl a lesson?” He breathes, nudging your nose softly tone dropping a few octaves, it has your thighs rubbing together to relieve the ache.

“ ‘M not a brat.” you whisper, breath hitching when his finger tighten around your throat.

“You’re always making trouble, do you need me to fuck your precious pussy baby?” He asks, his gaze clouded over with lust darkening the beautiful brown of his eyes. “Need me to fuck the brattiness out of you?” The tone he uses is condescending, fogging up your mind in a way that has your pussy fluttering. You keen, thighs coming together at the feel of his hand coming down, skin burning at the harsh smack.

“Spread your legs baby, you know better.” He says running a palm across your heated skin soothing the sting. Tears prick at your eyes, thighs falling open easily, trembling slightly as he steps into the space. Your hips twitch a breathy moan filling the air as he slowly trails his finger through your arousal, bringing his soaked digits to his mouth and locking eyes with you as he licks them clean.

"Still so sweet.” He murmurs, darkened gaze finding your own as he works you open, a single digit sinking into the warm wet heat of your pussy. You hiccup, embarrassed at the light squelching sound that it makes as he adds a second digit curling them slightly so they press into that spongy spot you can never quite reach on your own.

“You just needed me to stuff your slutty pussy baby, is that it?”

“Y-yes.” You gasp as he adds one more digit, hissing at the stretch as his thumb rubs tight circles into your clit.

“My needy girl, throwing a tantrum for this.” He whispers relishing in the way you cry out when he pulls out of your needy cunt to land a punishing smack to your pussy. You try to close your legs, flinching at the way Yoongi pulls them back open a disbelieving scoff falling from him lips.

“Thought you were my good girl?” he asks in a tone that is a little condescending.

“ ‘m a good girl.” you whimper hands reaching for him, as tears cloud your vision when he denies you this again.

“Then keep your legs open.” he growls, landing another harsh smack to the puffy glistening lips of your pussy. You wail pathetically, thighs trembling, flinching when his hand comes down again choking on a sob that quickly turns into a moan at the way he fucks his fingers into your dripping heat.

“That’s it baby, I got you, you’re my good girl, my perfect girl.” he mutters, hand tangling in your hair as he presses quick feverish kisses to your skin. Nose nudging your own, while he whispers praises, your skin feels too warm a tingle zipping up your back it has you digging your nails in his clothed shoulders. A soft chuckle leaving him as he kisses your cheek, sighing at the way your pussy flutters around his fingers, the wet squelch almost like music to his ears. He basks in the breathy gasping moans he pulls from your body the longer he denies you your orgasm, drawing it out just enough for it to be satisfying.

“Y-yoon, wanna cum, p-please.” you whimper, biting into your bottom lip to muffle your moans. Yoongi gently pulls your lip from between teeth kissing the bruised skin, and rubbing quick tight circles into your clit, watching the way your brows furrow the light sheen of sweat at your temple glistening in the low light of the conference room.

“Cum for me.” he drawls, gaze drinking in the way your body trembles a strangled moan filling the air as you tighten around his fingers. He works you through your orgasm, prolonging as much as he can watching the way you flinch away from the overstimulation. Your body sags, practically boneless as you pant into the still air of the room and Yoongi plants a few kisses to your lips, singing his praise.

“My beautiful girl, you did so well.”

“Hmm, I’m still mad at you.” you say meeting his amused gaze, a smile easily splitting your lips.

“What can I do to make it better?” he asks pulling you to stand before him, his hands smoothing down the skirt of your dress. Fingers skimming the soft skin of your thighs, taking in the way you shiver quickly taking his hands in yours to avoid any further temptation.

“Come home early, and we can finish up what we started.” you breathe tilting your head up so he can really kiss you the way you want.

“Is that all princess?”

“Don’t call me princess.”

“Okay, I’ll be home early sweetheart.”

“Promise?” you ask, grinning up at him.

“I promise.” he says, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“Good, I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, love you.” he mumbles, planting a soft kiss to your knuckles before he lets you leave. His lips splitting with a smile at the way your eyes sparkle and you giggle happily, throwing a soft ‘I love you’ at him before closing the door behind you. He stuffs his hands in his pockets thumb grazing the lace of your panties, he meant it when he said he loved you, he always would, he thinks as he turns his attention to Jungkook who looks equal parts annoyed and amused.

“I was here the whole time.”

“I know, enjoy the show?” Yoongi asks, a smirk kissing his lips at the way the younger cringes.

“So what did you need from me?” he asks pushing away the thoughts of having watched one of his friends (rather enthusiastically) fuck their wives.

“It shouldn't be too hard for a man of your caliber.” he laughs watching the way Jungkook frowns.

@boymeetsweevil did I do good?

#min yoongi x reader #emm writes #an emm writes production #emms yoongi content #genre: smut #genre: fluff #alternative universe: mafia/gang #alternative universe: married #alternative universe: non idol verse #fic verse: obd #obd verse #mine works #mine writings

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awake-not-today · 3 years

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MASTERPOST OF AO3 FICS (Links in titles. Will update regularly.)

NAMJIN:

The (almost) priest and the (kind of) beast // NSFW content

Kim Namjoon has planned to become a priest since childhood. It's all he's ever wanted, believing whole heartedly that it was his calling.

That is until Kim Seokjin came walking into his life and changed everything.

Save Me // Implied NSFW

Seokjin loves Namjoon, with his entire heart and soul.

That's why, when the cycle begins again, he can't let Namjoon love him back.

Accidents Will Happen // Contains NSFW content

Kim Seokjin is the head of the Kim mob, the most powerful man in the city.

Kim Namjoon is the man killing off his men, an assassin of sorts.

Except not really, he's just a poor clumsy boy and people keep dying.

Seokjin has a thing for dumb boys, and Namjoon fits the bill.

Pumpkin Pie // Contains NSFW content

It's Halloween night, and Namjoon is alone in his apartment. His friends are out partying and the candy has run out.

He remembers the cook book his friend Jimin has and decides to use it to make himself a pumpkin pie.

Things don't go according to plan and Namjoon ends up eating something else entirely.

Come Be My Teacher // Contains NSFW content

Namjoon has been out and proud for as long as he can remember and has had no trouble finding a body to warm his bed, boys and girls alike.

Except he's never gone all the way with a boy, doesn't know how.

So he decides to ask his Hyung to talk him through it, but gets a little more than he bargained for.

Follow Me // Contains NSFW content

Seokjin is married far too young and is trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who only views him as a trophy.

Namjoon is the first person to treat him like something more. Seokjin falls for him, but he's scared.

But Namjoon isn't afraid, and he wants to give Seokjin the love he truly deserves.

Blue // contains NSFW content

Namjoon accidentally takes a four hour boner pill and Seokjin sees that as a challenge.

The devil came down to Seoul (and down Namjoon's throat) // future NSFW content

Namjoon knew he shouldn't have trusted his friends not to kill his plants, but unfortunately he did and now his precious bonsai was dead.

So he did the only thing he could do.

Sold his soul to bring it back (obviously)

good boys go to heaven (bad boys go everywhere) //

Namjoon worked too long and too hard to become the king of seoul's underworld, and he was not about to lose his crown because of some dirty cop.

He needed a bargaining chip...leverage. Enter Kim Seokjin, son of the police commissioner and so much more.

jinx removing // heavy angst

It's her, sitting down prettily in her seat across from their friends, while Seokjin is standing across the restaurant alone watching his husband wine and dine his assistant instead.

Seokjin hates her, but right now he hates Namjoon too.

SOPE:

SWEATS // Contains NSFW content

It had all started a few months ago when Namjoon, fucking Kim Namjoon, had been bragging about how comfortable he was in his new sweats. He'd had the members jealous of his comfort, and so he'd given everyone a link to buy their own.

The whole thing was his fault.

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? // Contains NSFW content

"Don't-Don't understand. Speak plainly, Seok-ah.."

Hoseok pulls his hand away, just to get up on his knees between Yoongi's spread legs so they're eye level. He looks into Yoongi's eyes, stare hard and determined.

"I love you, hyung, but I'm also in love with you. I want you to be mine, Yoongi. Only mine."

He’s Sweet As Battery (Man, I Got Nothing) // Contains NSFW content

When Yoongi can't get a beat down right he tends to spiral, holing himself up in his studio for days on end until he breaks the cycle or breaks down.

Hoseok is the only one who can save him from himself, and he's always there to save him.

Let Me Love You // Vague mentions of NSFW

Hoseok is always there to pick up the pieces when Yoongi gets his heart broken. He's always there because he's Yoongi's best friend.

But he loves Yoongi more than that, and he knows that Yoongi feels the same as he does.

So why won't Yoongi just let Hoseok love him?

Hoseok snaps and walks out the door, and Yoongi is forced to face his feelings or risk losing Hoseok forever.

Chlorine // Contains NSFW content

Hoseok wants to swim, Yoongi wants to sleep.

Hoseok always gets what he wants, and Yoongi could never deny him anything.

Who's the king? Who's the boss? // Pure NSFW content

This game they play is never one Hoseok can win, because Yoongi knows exactly how to play it.

hold me up (in the palm of your hand) // eventual NSFW

Family law had left Yoongi jaded. He was tired of the same cases, divorces and custody battles where the kids came last.

But then he meets Hoseok, a single parent who needs his help, and suddenly he has something worth fighting for.

NAMKOOK:

TOUCH // Will contain NSFW content. Check tags for warnings.

Detective Kim Namjoon is investigating the case of a child disappearance, when the child’s body is found, Namjoon finds himself trailing a murderer. During his investigation he remembers a run in he’d had with a graffiti artist one night, and the artwork he’d done depicting the scene in which the child’s body was found.

The graffiti which had been painted a month before the discovery of the child’s body.

Jeon Jungkook is a small time graffiti artist with a secret, the power to see the memories of any living thing he touches. He hides himself away from the world, ashamed of who he is, that is until he’s thrown head first into a murder investigation and becomes the prime suspect.

Can Detective Namjoon find the real killer before he strikes again?

YOONMIN:

A Collection Of Yoonmin Oneshots // Contains NSFW content

Just a collection of oneshots written by request from tumblr followers.

MINIMONI/MINJOON:

you pulled the wool over me (I can see everything) // contains NSFW content

And for the briefest of moments it felt right , felt like Jimin had found the place he was always supposed to be again.

But then Namjoon's phone rang loudly from across the room and suddenly Jimin was crashing back to reality in the worst way possible.

Because he was Namjoon's. Namjoon owned his heart and his soul and his body. But Namjoon? Namjoon belonged to someone else.

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reynie-muldoons · 3 years

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'The Dance of the Celestial Orb' liveblog!

for real this time lmfao

book and show spoilers below

I'm ✨nervous✨ please let our children be okay

0:10 this Sticky arc hurts me so kuch

1:35 this music is BUMPIN

2:22 I just wanna know how she got under there without the dude seeing her

2:47 "all systems go" for the Improvement.... yikes 😬😬😬

2:55 she didn't wait even 5 seconds after they left, the door was still closing when she popped up 😂 can you imagine if one of them doubled back right at that moment

3:18 they look like the dudes from that veggietales movie, I think it was Esther- the island of perpetual tickling?? Anyone??? 😂😂😂

4:00 Kate vented.......

4:51 "not a rat" yeah no shit

5:07 if not for the suspense, I would be jamming out lmaooo

6:10 Mr. Benedict is looking at the shoreline, is he about to watch Kate dive in???? Because I mean that's where she's gotta be going

6:20 "memory challenges"? Is Rhonda talking about Milligan's amnesia, or has short term memory been affected as well??

6:29 .....thank you for answering so efficiently 😂

6:42 "I buy it. I completely.... buy it." RHONDA THAT'S NOT HELPFUL AHSKSHDJKD

6:56 can you imagine seeing your friend go down in a sub then hours later seeing the sub float up in fucking PIECES

7:06 KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!

7:06 please let it be reunion time

7:25 oh hello that's a drop

7:38 *to the tune of Bezos I* come on Katie u can do it pave the way put ur back into it

7:51 she craves that mineral

8:06 Sticky, my child

8:20 oh my gosh they went out and LOOKED FOR HER I care them 😭😭😭

8:23 SHE KNEW HIS DREAM SHE KNEW HIS DREAM TELEPATH TELEPATH TELEPATH

8:34 STICKY STOPPPP

8:40 "jumping to conclusions is a failure of character" wow that really is something Curtain would say

8:52 angry Reynie. He is in rare form

8:54 "and you helped put her there!" OOOOOOOH I SCREAMED

9:03 "I shouldn't have yelled" okay but you kinda should have Sticky needs a wake up call

9:06 "dont apologize. I like this side of you." IS THIS THE START OF REYNIE AND CONSTANCE HAVING THE BEST SIBLING RELATIONSHIP

9:22 "if you really cared about me, you'd want me to be happy instead of standing there telling me who I am" oh Sticky my dude I am NOT digging the manipulation

9:36 Reynie pulling out the BFF card!!! Also Reynie digging in his feet because he knows he's right!!!! That's great setup for his arc as a strategist later

9:48 "I'm telling you, Kate's fine." Narrator: Kate was not, in fact, fine.

10:03 "they'll notice." Sticky has made one (1) good point.

10:11 oh dear god are they fingerprinting this bitch

10:19 all this equipment, has no one walked up to the cliff and looked down???

10:23 HAHAHAHA WAIT THEY ACTUALLY HAVEN'T

10:27 "we've been out here all night" that means Kate has been clinging to a cliff by her fingers and toes ALL NIGHT????

11:04 babe I know it's been a long night but maybe wait a second for them to actually leave before you climb back up

11:15 BUCKET NO

11:22 she has to go get it. There's no way someone wouldn't find that shit, it's in plain view

11:37 "WAS"???? WHY ARE WE SAYING WAS????? NO PAST TENSE HERE MILLIGAN'S FINE

11:43 "I only wish we could've known him better" NOOOPE NONONO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS

11:47 Rhonda back at it as the voice of reason!!!!!

11:59 "I have never met a more competent swimmer" throwback to "the baaAAAYYYY"

12:10 MR. BENEDICT'S FACE HAHAHAHA HOLD ON LET ME TAKE A PICTURE IM DYING

12:11 NUMBER TWO, NOT HELPING

12:14 RHONDA'S FACE HAHENDJDKDN

12:33 "we will go rescue him" because of COURSE he would

12:36 Rhonda is his best wingwoman omfg she's so consistent

12:54 MISS PERUMAL??????

12:56 MISS PERUMAL!!!!!!

13:00 SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT GAKSHDBDHEKSNND

13:09 "how hard can it be? It's an island!" PFFFFT

13:16 oh SQ baby boy please get out of there

13:25 "I certainly have my own suspicions" he said, looking at SQ why are you looking at SQ like that

13:31 SQ GET OUT OF THERE PLEASE IS2G

13:36 here we fuckin go

13:43 the captions have the f in forest capitalized like it's this special place

13:43 new hc that the Forest is a magical place like pixie hollow

13:57 TWO THINGS: 1. YES stand up for yourself baby!!!! 2. Shepard Quaid? Interesting! I don't think we ever got SQ's full name in the books, I hope TLS made that decision!

14:08 your "father hat"??? Oh my gosh shut the fuck up right there don't even continue

14:16 oh yeah real fuckin cute put on your "steward of this institution hat" and call that a good reason to be a shit person

14:43 "No." GOOD FOR HIMMMM GOOD JOB SQ

15:03 Kate's struggling right by the shore where a certain someone would be returning after a very hard swim, it would be a great time for a meeting wouldn't you think

15:09 KATE THE GREAT

15:11 "THE TRAPESE GODDESS" I WILL REFER TO HER AS NOTHING ELSE

15:26 sorry but that green screen of her falling was kinda funny

15:28 soooooo is someone, a very certain someone, gonna catch her...??????

15:36 YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

15:43 IS THIS IT????@?@?!?

15:46 awww poor baby girl you can tell how tired she is

15:46 just putting this out there- they look so good in frame together

15:46 the actor who plays Milligan is fucking huge in stature so I wasn't sure how that would go but it looks so good

16:00 THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER WITH HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I CANT DO THISSSSS

16:20 "keep going." 😭😭😭😭😭

16:23 "you dont understand." Ohhhh I think he does

16:25 "I think I do." What did I tell you, he's got your back babygirl

16:45 I'm so glad she's talking this out, and with Milligan of all people

17:01 it makes so much sense for Kate to feel alone in that situation, and when Kate feels anything less than positive she goes and does something, whatever that something is.

17:05 "So.. I...." "fell off a cliff and nearly died." Thanks for putting things into perspective Milligan

17:05 Milligan is such a good dad stop

17:19 "most of the way" is an understatement LMFAO

17:29 I'm so glad we know the intimate details of Milligan's illustrious swimming abilities 😂 out of all the new things wfrom the show that one wasnt on my radar

17:52 leave it to Milligan to come up with an escape plan off of an island with no water vessel with four kids in tow

18:08 THEYRE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭

18:08 lowkey I'm super surprised they didnt take this opportunity to have Milligan's arduous swim force his memories out and have the father daughter bonding time they deserve. I hope they give that moment ample time to flesh out.

18:13 BUCKET!!!

18:13 wait that shot is so artsy hold up lmfao

18:13 this looks like someone's photography final hahahaha

18:26 THE TENDER MUSIC STOPPPP 😭😭😭

18:41 Sticky is still on that jumping to conclusions bs he got from Curtain

18:44 WETHERALL'S WIDGET 😭

19:31 "Kate... she's in danger..." NO SHIT SHERLOCK

19:36 "and it's all because of me." Not just because of you but love to see you taking responsibility

19:52 once again I am asking WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IN THE OPEN

20:26 "Kate. She has changed." "Not really. She's always been who she is." "Her clothes. She changed clothes." PFFFT HAHHAHA they really took a moment of self-reflection and made it so much better

20:55 AYYYYY KATE'S DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

21:35 yikes yikes yikes

22:16 I love that Mr. Benedict got closure in telling Miss Perumal that her words stuck with him

22:40 the way she just knows Reynie took the position of leader 😭😭

22:54 SHE WROTE HIM A LETTERRR

23:02 "Would it be possible to get this to him?" Ma'am what part of undercover spy don't you get

23:54 it's still really weird that we are now in a position where Reynie is the one who is not trusted and Sticky is the one in Curtain's favor

24:13 and here we see Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues shining through

24:21 "the little things matter. Every minor detail, it all matters!" CALLBACK TO MR. BENEDICT TELLING THE CHILDREN THAT THEY ALL MATTER

24:55 "I can tell with complete accuracy when a person is lying." first of all, no. second of all, I cannot wait for him to talk to Constance.

26:33 why is Mr. Benedict graphically explaining the children's potential trauma so funny to me

26:40 "you're catastrophizing." "Yes. I am. Quite severely. Thank you." WHY IS THIS FUNNY

26:58 MADGE!!!!

27:16 she's so prettyyyyy

27:33 GOOD JOB MADGE!!!!!

27:36 wait did she just take the LETTER??? she's delivering the LETTER?????

28:05 WHAT DOES "OKAY FINE" MEAN??? REYNIE??????

28:22 it's sad because it's true 🥺

28:24 "I miss my teacher from the orphanage" the best lies are the ones rooted in truth 🥺🥺🥺

28:48 roll credits

29:16 Reynie honey Orion's Belt isn't on the ceiling

29:29 the way he was so confident that he had it right 😑 Curtain Stop Being a Pretentious Fuck challenge

29:52 our babygirl is so smartttt

29:55 did Milligan plant his prints 😳 oh no OH NO

29:57 MARTINA???? WHATSUEJHDKD

29:57 is this the replacement for when they pin cheating on her????

30:03 THE KEY CARD!!!!

30:11 MADGEEEE

30:21 "one attacked me as a small child" honey you are a small child

30:24 "it did not win," she said, smiling menacingly

30:40 "so we dance again" WHY DID THE MUSIC REV UP WHEN SHE SAID THAT HAHAHAHA

31:01 ✨woodworking is a passion✨

31:58 "was it functional?" "Well I guess that depends on how you define functionality" RHONDA'S FACE IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHA

32:10 OH HEY MARTINA

32:17 wait 🥺

32:22 that has to be SQ :)

32:28 hi sweet boy

32:34 please tell me they did that shot of the sandwich because Madge is about to take it

32:39 LMFAOOOOO

32:44 hi good girl!!! Enjoy your snackies

32:50 oh god oh no the LETTER

33:25 oh wow we're doing this NOW??

33:52 and here we see another example of Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues bubbling to the surface

34:10 hey what if you uhhh weren't such an asshole

34:33 that man's voice is buttery

34:52 REYNIE'S TRYING TO TELL SQ????

35:02 and they're talking about this right in front of the office door, WHY??

35:24 AND THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE OFFICE DOOR, WHY????

35:55 he's letting him go 🥺🥺🥺🥺

36:14 why does that look like a body bag

36:17 oh my gosh it definitely is a body bag, hey Martina

36:25 yep, that's about what I expected

36:36 "whoever did this to me, they're gonna pay" oh girl do I have some bad news for you

37:12 ahhhh, so Martina is the burnt out gifted kid who keeps going out of spite and sheer force of will

37:12 everything makes much more sense now

37:30 ohhhhh my gosh feelings time

37:44 "I think it's awesome." "Yeah. I know you do." THE SHIPPERS ARE THRIVING

37:54 THEY REALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE HUH

38:10 "it's the least I can do" that's an understatement 😬

38:14 AAWWWWW SHKSHSLSBDK

38:20 "I don't know what I'd do without you, Wetherall" STOPPPPP

38:30 HEY BUD UH MAYBE CLOSE YOUR DOOR???

38:38 he's been writing letters to her every night and now he finally gets one back 😭😭

39:34 so Miss Perumal wrote this letter with the intention of it being sent to him, right- why did she write it like that?? 😂

39:34 they've gone to such lengths to communicate in code but the letter kind of undermines that- it was written in such a way that an onlooker would know Reynie was a spy but wouldn't know what he was doing or why. No wonder SQ was pissed

39:41 KATE!!

40:10 BREAKING NEWS: local bastard man treats everyone like shit

40:15 ohhhhh SQ bud please be careful

40:30 "always have time for my son," he said in a clipped voice that implied that he does not have time for his son

40:35 ohhh he's getting RIGHT INTO IT HUH

40:41 you mean to tell me he's never asked about Mr. Curtain's work?? Ever???? Somehow that doesn't seem right to me

40:57 hey uh what if you didn't talk down to SQ at every opportunity

41:02 "would you care to reconsider that answer, son?" "No." DIG THOSE HEELS IN SQ!!!!

41:22 I'm really not digging that Curtain is using the guise of openly expressing his feelings to communicate his anger and his unasked question. Not cool bitch head

41:33 the fact that he didn't answer SQ's spoken question kind of also answers his unspoken question

41:45 "I knew there was something off about that girl. But espionage?" "How do you so convincingly fake a tetherball obsession?" I love that this entire conversation could be about Martina or Kate interchangeably

42:34 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

42:36 IF IT WAS THAT EASY TO FIND WITH BINOCULARS HOW HAD THEY NOT BEEN SPOTTED UP UNTIL THIS POINT?!!?#? HOW????

43:05 Kate advocating for Martina with the Society 🥺🥺 the interaction I didn't know I needed

43:58 "I definitely don't like to leave anything unfinished." "That's true, I've seen you eat." PFFFFT

44:05 YESS YOU GO STICKY USE YOUR ACCESS FOR PRIME INTEL

44:19 "well, you can't succeed without me, so..." baby girl you have no idea how right you are

44:28 please let that be Milligan PLEASE LET THAT BE MILLIGAN

44:32 YEAAAAAHHHHH

44:35 I simply adore him

44:45 "would you mind helping me down, please? I'm stuck." Your honor I would die for this man

44:54 oh shit, Martina's tryna sleuth it out herself.. this can't end well

45:04 is she about to find Kate's marbles or something?? Callback to the book?

45:26 the absolute MURDER in her eyes

45:31 FUCKIN YIKES

45:41 "the clothes of someone who had given up" ASEJDGEIDNDLFK

45:47 well that's not good

46:00 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

46:04 PLEASE let them be on their way already, please

46:14 THEY MADE A BLIMP????

46:17 Goodyear is QUAKING

46:35 why the fuck is Number Two in red, that's upsetting on principle

THEYRE JUST ENDING IT THERE???? goddamnit!!!!

How surreal is it that next week is the finale?? Idk if I'm ready for that????

#mbs disney+#mbs liveblog #the dance of the celestial orb #the mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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The Hashi [Mikey x reader]

Bayverse, sfw

Imagine going down into the high plank position. Now, add a staff to the mix, balancing precariously across the back of your neck. And the staff was not allowed to teeter-totter, lest it fall. Finally, make that last two hours straight, with your shoulders and abdominals on fire, Mikey in a handstand next to you, and Splinter keeping a very, very watchful eye.

This was you punishment. Though, undeserved?

Not quite.

"Mikey, I'm dying over here," you strained out, wobbling in your plank as you shoulders started to give. You'd already collapsed four times, to which Splinter made you get back into position once more after a minute or two. Had you been able to, punishment would have been ongoing, but the both of you knew that you simply couldn't hold that continuously like Mikey could.

"Do—don't worry, angelcakes," stuttered Mikey as his arms began to tremble under his weight. "I don't think it's gonna last much longer."

Splinter gave a dry laugh from across the room, "Wrong, Michaelangelo."

You groaned as your body violently shook, the staff balancing across the back of your neck threatening to fall over. "Master Splinter, we're sorry," you grunted, "We shouldn't have gone out, we know that now!"

Sweat fell from you forehead. Your lower half was beginning to dip under the pressure. Splinter ambled next to you, and you felt a poke at you hip by his staff. You quickly fixed your posture.

"The both of you knew that you were not allowed out, yet you went regardless," said Splinter, authoritarian figure looming over you. You were about to fall again when Mikey caught your attention by waving his hand, still balancing on the other arm, and giving you a shaky thumbs up as you craned your neck to look at him. Splinter continued, "I have told you two this, but you did not listen."

"We just wanted to have fun," Mikey stated, cringing as his arms began to tire out.

Splinter whipped around and gave Mikey a narrow-eyed look. "While you two were out on a date, we were all here, worrying about you. You could have been attacked!"

Mikey fell silent. You didn't dare to speak a word on it, because, inarguably, Splinter was right. You and Mikey had been irresponsible, and now you were feeling the repercussions of that decision. You struggled to hold up your bodyweight while also being conscious of the staff on your neck.

"If you had thought I would not come after you as well for this, y/n, then you were mistaken," Splinter stated, tone low and calm. "You are a part of this family now, and so you will be treated as the others are."

Letting out a shaky breath, your eyes flitted up at Splinter, who knelt next to you, before you buckled. Except instead of busting your chin on the hard concrete as you'd expected, his calloused hand caught your chin, and he helped you up. He had now a softer disposition and motioned for Mikey to give him the clear to come down from his handstand.

Your legs were far too shaky to move but barely as Splinter draped his own across your shoulder, beckoning Mikey to join him at his other side. He spoke, "You two have learned your lesson, I assume?"

Mikey sighed and shook out his tired arms. You rubbed your shoulders. "Definitely," you answered, wincing.

"Yes, sensei," Mikey replied dejectedly.

Splinter lead you out into the hall. "You are free to go, then." He dismissed you both.

Now alone, you let out a deep breath, relieved to be released from the Hashi. Mikey was quiet for a moment, so you turned to him, who was grinning as if he'd forgotten all about having to hold a handstand for two hours. He bumped your shoulder with his fist and chuckled.

You let your body melt as he swept your legs out from underneath you and picked you up in his strong arms and began to walk, planting a chaste kiss on your cheekbone. You smiled like you were beginning to forget the previous struggle yourself. Was your little date the previous night worth the punishment? Perhaps not. Splinter was correct—it had been dangerous with all the criminal activity around, between the Foot and others. He didn't regret it, though. Even with the blood rushing to his head in his handstand, he couldn't help but think about how he was glad you were there with him.

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@sheepdarkhours helped me with this idea :D

It's vague and I didn't really go into detail about the night that got them into trouble, but I kinda just wanted to focus on the present.

#tmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt michaelangelo x reader #tmnt x reader

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chadprez · 3 years

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Butterflies

Warning: Not an X reader fic, angst, character death.

tagging: @kyojiros-camgirl-gf @leftsidebonfire @ask-narancia-ghirga @its-that-guy-again @cesca-untoldstories

Not everything can go your way, and that's the hurtful truth.

Tanaki learned that a long time ago.

Spring and Summer was Tanaki's favorite seasons. It was always so bright for her, she could were cute little outfits. Go flower picking with Avdol, or catch butterflies. Her bare feet in the grass, sometimes not getting anything in between them. There was nothing like it.

Especially Florida, weather was unpredictable, alligators, snakes, and the heat. It was all unbearable for the poor lady, sometimes she wish she never agreed to going with Jotaro.

Getting his daughter out of jail is one thing, meeting your own daughter is another thing. Especially when she's pissed off at you, although who is she one to blame? Tanaki feels guilty of course, but she has to prove to her that she's sorry.

Ever since the loss of one of her daughters, she's not the same anymore. Her cheerful demeanor dropping, maturing as they would call it.

All her interests starting to fade away, except for one.

And that was butterflies.

Strange enough, she loved the ones that were completely white, like moths. So white that they almost glowed in the nighttime, guiding you like fireflies. Tanaki was always drawn to those.

She always hated when it rained, it always indicated something bad was happening. And it makes her feel sleepy, sometimes she wished she could just make it go away.

But she couldn't.

And simply, that was reality.

Tanaki only realizes that now.

"Mrs. Onigiri, your time is up."

But she could never believe it.

Her body feels lighter, but the rain makes her feel heavier. This was not the spring she wanted, not the grass all wet. The smell of a wet outside place.

Yet here we are.

She feels as if she's walking on thin ice, wondering what did she do wrong? The effect of his stand didn't take place did it? It couldn't have, it shouldn't have! She didn't break the promise! That's the only way the stand works! Right? So she couldn't have!

A butterfly flies in front of her before flying away, realization finally hitting her. The masked man smirks.

She broke her promise.

Looking down, her foot starts to slowly disintegrate into a while butterfly. Painlessly, but scary.

She didn't scream, nor yelled. She's realized her time was up, she broke the promise. All she had to do was not cry, yet she did.

"Mom?"

Christene couldn't believe it, she's disintegrating in front of her very two own eyes, her mother is dying. And there's nothing she can do. Tanaki looks over her shoulder, a sorrowful look in her eyes. She knew it too, they both did. Tanaki Onigiri was becoming no more. Just butterflies, her favorite kind.

"It seems you've come to realization, you're starting to die, decay, soon you'll be nothing but butterflies. This is your punishment for breaking the promise, now you must suffer."

The Rockstar goes to step closer, but is stopped by Tanaki, giving a sad smile before falling into Christene's arms, her body starting to disappear. It’s unbelievable.

She can’t believe it.

She won’t believe it!

But the look in her eyes says it all.

And that’s what she didn’t want, she wanted reassurance that her mother would be okay, that she would come back, just like her brother did once!

“Sweetie.. I’m so sorry.” Tanaki doesn’t make eye contact with her, but she’s truly sorry. She’s sorry for not showing up, for everything that’s upset Christene. Ever since the death of Cornetta, she hasn’t been able to function properly. Sometimes she wishes she could go back and redo her actions.

Her eyes half lidded, half of her body gone while she continues to disintegrate. All Tanaki could see was white butterflies, they calmed her down. A soft smile still present on her face. Her end was coming closer and closer, soon she would fade into nothingness. Maybe this was her punishment, for being a horrible mother, just like Christene said.

“MOM!! I’m so sorry! I am! I shouldn’t have yelled at you, called you a horrible mother! Please don’t leave, you can’t! What about Zo? Cornetta! She’ll cry!”

Christene goes to grab her hand, squeezing it to keep her from closing her eyes. Hoping that she’d stay with her. Looking into her eyes searching for a answer. Although her ruby red eyes shows it.

Cornetta couldn’t be..

“Cornetta you say? Oh.. heh.. I guess you didn’t hear.. Well, I’ll be seeing her in the afterlife..”

She is!

Her eyes widen as she realizes that she’s getting closer and closer, looking in her eyes once more to search if she was lying or not. But she couldn’t find an answer.

“Christene, I’m very sorry.. give my regards to your sisters and father for me will you? And don’t forget Jotaro, tell him I’m sorry also... I hope everything goes well with you and Jolyne..”

Tanaki finally makes eye contact with her, her eyes tearing up. She’s close, and she knows it, it’s only a matter of time.

“Mom..”

Letting go of her hand, Tanaki grabs onto her cheeks. Smiling the best she could, wrinkles showing. Keeping her charming nature even at the sight of death.

“I love you dear.”

What did she say?

The final butterfly goes into the sky.

Tanaki Onigiri, was finally no more.

Christene had finally come to realization with reality, it was surely the hurtful truth.

She face plants into the grass, getting her navy blue jumper wet. Not paying any mind though. Her hands curl up into balls as she sniffle.

Those sniffles turning into full on sobs.

“What a shame to see her go, but it had to happen.”

Christene wipes her eyes and nose, her face contorted into anger. Scowling at the masked man named Rasputin. A yellow aura surrounding her. Summoning her guitar, she finally stands and points to him.

“I’ll kill you.”

#Tanaki Onigiri #Christene Onigiri #Character death #OC death #Angst #apollo writes #my writing #I'm so proud of this #save

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rebelcap · 4 years

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We are not just friends — Part 16

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

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She didn't even look at him, just took another drag of the cigarette her hands were shaking. God, she didn't want to do this at all.

Chris sighed and walked up to her, maintaining his distance and Sofia looked up to him, locking eyes for a moment and everything came rushing for them.

"Hi," Sofia mumble and looked down again, putting one arm over her chest. "What's up?"

Chris chuckles and leans on beside her, putting his hand out for the cigarette and she gives it to him.

"Nothing, really," He said shrugging.

"You sure about that?" She quickly asked and absolutely regretted asking him that. Sofia chuckle. "Forget about it."

"I tried," Chris spoke putting the cigarette on his month. "And I can't get over you—

"Stop," Sofia quickly interrupted him shaking her head making Chris snap his head at her. "You shouldn't even be speaking to me."

"Why? it's always the same with you. You never want to speak with me, always shutting me out at whatever thing you feeling. I can't be open with you, never."

"This is about you repeating a behavior, as usual. Came to a party with some other bitch and here you are, talking with your ex whatever." Sofia said and looked at him. "Those this whole scenario doesn't feel like a fucking Deja Vu?"With that he remembered, she was right and he shook his head.

"It's not the same,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, because I wasn't in love with her—

"Still, you bring her here knowing that I'm here. Witch, it's worse. What the fuck is your point? are you trying to hurt me?" She asked eyes getting glossy. "to prove me something?"

"She wasn't even supposed to be here,"

"She's still here."

"I'm not trying to hurt you," Chris said raising his voice a little. "I don't wanna hurt you, ever."

Sofia was shaking as her heart was jumping on her chest, she had so much shit to say to him. There were so many things on her chest.

"I know I said a bunch of crap to you, that u shouldn't have told you. I'm sorry for that, I lashed out at you and it was my fault because I'm an asshole." She grabbed the cigarette from his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry."

"I know you are, I haven't been easy with you either, I know I just wanna do things fast all the time and I was too selfish, I'm sorry I stop speaking with you,"

"It just backfired," Sofia sighed, feeling her throat tighten. "All my doubts, the feelings I was trying to repress. Everything that I was trying to avoid by keeping you at arms lengths, it just…" Sofia wipes her tears quickly. "I didn't want to fall in love with you, I didn't want to be vulnerable because I'm scared of people that I care about leaving me. So, I pull shit like this all the time, not only with you. Mostly I don't care because I can manage on my own, but with you…"

"Sofia," Chris said softly but she didn't acknowledge him, just keet looking at her hands, millions of things going through her head. She didn't even know where to start.

"All that I think about it's you, even when I feel like maybe I'm getting better, maybe I'm gonna be me again—boom, Chris, Chris would have laughed at that, Chris would love this, I wish Chris would be here, Chris Chris Chris," Sofia explained.

"I feel that way too," Chris mumbled. "It's unhealthy how much I can't be without you."

"And it sucks, doesn't it?" Sofia mumble again. "I hate the hold you have in me, I hate that it bothers me so much that you were holding her hand when I saw you. It really hurt, I felt actual pain on my chest."

"She's…" Chris sighed. "it's not serious with her, we are just… We've dated before, very briefly."

"You don't have to explain anything to me, in fact, I think the one that probably needs an explanation it's her," Sofia said getting off the wall and extinguish the cigarette on the wall.

"She knows," Chris said looking up, trying to get her to look at him but she was just avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry I bring her, it was a dick move."

"Yeah, it was." She sighed again and finally looked at him. God, he was so fucking beautiful, she just wanted to reach out and touch him. "You're a good man, Chris." Sofia bit her lip, barely containing the tears. "I'm sorry I'm too fucked up—

"You're not fucked up," He reaches out and grabbed her hands, Sofia was too weak to pull away. "Look at me," He spoke softly to her and she did. "You're not fucked up, not for me, not for everyone. You're an amazing woman, outspoken, proud of who you become against your shortcomings. You deserve patience," He said wiping a tear that fell on her cheek.

"I hurt you and you're here praising my ass. You're crazy," She said and Chris laughed, pulling her even closer.

"Yeah, crazy about you." He said sliding his hand on her arms, she was cold. "as I was saying, you're amazing, you deserve all the time in the word and I wanna give you that."

Sofia looked at him, trying to find that but there wasn't. "You still wanna be with me?"

"Yeah, I never stopped wanting that. I never wanted it to end," He nods, grabbing her hands as she looked down at their fingers.

"I'm scared,"

"I know, honestly… me too," Chris shrugged. "But I don't wanna end this because of that, you're worth it."

"I don't wanna think about this now," She sighed still looking down at their hands. "Not when she's… here and it's Mandy and Luke party, we shouldn't out of respect for all of them." Sofia took a step back and pull her hands out of his.

"Yeah, you're right…" Chris sighed, rubbing his beard. "I'll speak with her, let her know and then we'll talk. What you think about that?"

"Okay," She nods looking at the door. "I should," She pointed at it.

"Me too," He said and bit his lip before she could even make it to the door. Chris grabbed her and plant a kiss on her lips, Sofia felt her knees buckle and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"God, I've missed you," Sofia said against his lips.

"I love you," He mumbles back and she just kissed him deeply. Chris pulled her close and Sofia just felt weak, she wanted him so much all the time.

"We shouldn't be doing this," She mumbles, and Chris sigh, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I know," Chris said. "I know we have to talk things first, figure it out… I just, can't help myself"

Sofía smile and hugged him and they stood there for a little while. Just hug it out for the time being.

~~~

"So she left," Scott told Chris as soon he rejoined him, Chris frown and let Scott elaborate. "With some very attractive gentleman, said she's gonna pick up her luggage in the morning,"

Chris made a face but couldn't be bothered, actually, this was pretty good… considering he just was kissing the actual woman he wanted to be with.

"And you have lipstick all over your mouth," Scott pointed out hiding a smile. "You two finally talk."

"A little," Chris said looking at Sofia who was happily dancing with Amanda's dad. He smiles at the scene, "We agree that we're going to figure it out."

"Fucking finally, mom's dying to meet her." Scott smiled as he affectionately punches his arm making Chris laugh.

"I'm telling you this, I'm going to marry the fuck out of her someday."

"Yeah, mom's gonna love her as we do." Scott smile.

~~~

Sorry I took so long!

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africanuniverse · 5 years

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SHADEism

Human skin color ranges in variety from the darkest brown to the lightest hues. An individual's skin pigmentation is the result of genetics, being the product of both of the individual's biological parents' genetic makeup, and exposure to the sun. In evolution, skin pigmentation in human beings evolved by a process of natural selection primarily to regulate the amount of ultraviolet radiation penetrating the skin, controlling its biochemical effects.

[1]The first thing I’m going to adjust the bases on is the definition of shadeism.

Let me critique this subject a lot more so that you can get a brief understanding of the importance of colorism.

The hatred toward the color of our the skin degenerates daily. Something so unique and minor that one would look upon it as a disgrace to humankind. From the darkest to the lightest in hues, we til’ this day is still under the rocks of society where each and every last one of us must live completely isolated on the inside for the simple fact that we are being antagonized from the outside. It's like an anathematization and the possibility of total exile from living comfortably within our truth; our skin. Neither one of us can change the way we passed traits from our parents from their offspring, so why are we fighting against each other, denying one another, cutting out, destroying pathways, blocking, and tripping each other motives to better themselves, waiting for the right moments to completely discriminate, have a prejudice emotion against an individual that is trying to live own his/her own way of life. When you think about society and the way people are treated because your similarity isn't the way you see fit, just because this person has gained a lot in life and you personally feel left behind, so much that your dark mindset ignites the flames of hatred to do harm to that person and his/her successful endeavors.

How can someone endorse this into their daily livelihood?

No matter where you are, there are people behind you or talking to you face-to-face who thinks you are indecorous to the nation. Imagine yourself of color, taunted, haunted, and detrimentally pressured into what you should or shouldn't do, or how your rights are unjust, or how someone can live based off of another person's threats. If I told you that the speech I am doing right now was bumptious, as if I’m too cocky or he knows it all, or I’m taking the lead. It’s kind of like saying I’m speaking too much at a speech, It's saying I’m not loud enough with a microphone turned all the way up, It's saying I cannot be human and within my own skin because my color shows and it's not to your likings. This era seems destitute only when, as they always say, “The white supremacy” takes away from the Africans who would love to keep us in a lower economy with desuetude parks, fuel pumps, water pipes, infrastructure, and apartments.

Can we all breathe?

Why pollute the nation with hatred and ...we do not need a destroyer we need restitute within our community! We do not need a hesitater we need attestors that can get up and vote, that can attest to their own business, that can make a print with their own fingertips, a mark of intellect from their scars. We aren't just planted here on earth to get oxygen, there are cause and effect everywhere we walk, there are people dying and committing suicide just because they could not fit in, bashing, harassing, and manipulating one prosperous mind into a group that diminishes someone's health, then, therefore, suffocating each other without the knowledge that your being threatened just because you are breathing the same air I'm breathing, but that makes plenty of sense as long as my income is accumulating, as long as that liquidation from the bank is feeding his/her belly. But when the wind blows a different way...walk your path.

Who are we?

Gondwana

“The supercontinent Pangaea comprised most of today's land masses. Greenhouse climate conditions that enveloped the Earth for long periods in the deep past – millions of years before humans added their current substantial contribution – werecaused by the break-up of the supercontinent Pangaea”

A mutation in the tyrosinase gene resulting in impaired tyrosinase production leads to type I oculocutaneous albinism, a hereditary disorder that affects one in every 20,000 people

Tyrosinase activity is very important. If uncontrolled during the synthesis of melanin, it results in increased melanin synthesis. Decreasing tyrosinase activity has been targeted for the betterment or prevention of conditions related to the hyperpigmentation of the skin, such as melasma and age spots. Several polyphenols, including flavonoids or stilbenoid, substrate analogs, free radical scavengers, and copper chelators, have been known to inhibit tyrosinase. Henceforth, the medical and cosmetic industries are focusing research on tyrosinase inhibitors to treat skin disorders. The derived TYrosinase allele is associated with lighter skin pigmentation in human populations. It is most common in Europe, but is also found at lower, moderate frequencies in Central Asia, the Middle East, North Africa, and among the San and Mbuti Pygmies.

Now, Those viewpoints are clearly stated FOUND. These are highlights of a few. Afterward, you do the math.

Uncontrolled to controlled.

Lighter skin to melanin

Targeted to betterment

Medial cosmetic to complexion

Here is a sweet taste of history for the people who still look at someones skin tone in a negative light instead of tuning into their ancestry.

Early humans evolved to have dark skin color around 1.2 million years ago, as an adaptation to a loss of body hair that increased the effects of UV radiation. Before the development of hairlessness, early humans had reasonably light skin underneath their fur, similar to that found in other primates as with peoples having migrated northward, those with light skin migrating toward the equator acclimatize to the much stronger solar radiation. Most people's skin darkens when exposed to UV light, giving them more protection when it is needed.

Above all, we are coveted, correlated, and we coruscate int this planet as one.

If Pangaea was never to be divided will we still be together?

God split the continents, he didn't split unity. We are the universe and God is the creator. Thank you and Amen.

- Milz L Mayhorn

@africanuniverse

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