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m-arkmywords · 11 months

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"my girl is mad at me. i hope i die."

mark lee x fem!reader genre: straight smut, no plot, just thirsty for mark vibes, continuation of a previous text post for (some. unnecessary) context, minors dni or i'll tell your mum word count: 1,751

"Nah... please continue all the shit you were talking earlier" Mark's breath was hot and it tickled your skin. The hair on your neck stood up. Your mind vibrated with synapses firing crazy, making you weak and wet to his touch. He latched on to your neck with his mouth. "I'm sorry... let me make it up to you" Mark coo'd into your skin and you closed your eyes, unable to speak. "Can I?" He slipped a finger inside you, making gasp. You could feel his ring around his finger, adding to your pleasure. "Mm?" Eyebrows raised, he looked at you with doe eyes from your peripheral . "Use your words baby, I wanna hear your pretty little voice."

"Yes.." You whisper as you breathe out, barely audible.

He spun you around, taking his finger out of you and putting it in his mouth. Lightly sucking on it, he took it out and guided it in gently, in your mouth. "Love how you taste. Can I make you feel good?" Forehead pressing to yours, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. Mark had a way of making you feel calm and drown out the world with just one look. All you could do was nod, absolutely entranced by his eyes. A drooling mess. You just wanted to so good for him.

Slowly leading you to bed, he laid you down at the edge. Undressing you softly, Mark kissed down your body. "My pretty baby" He coo'd.

He placed another, damp kiss. "You're so important to me." "All of this means nothing, if I can't share it with you." He dipped his tongue into your navel, making you squirm. "God, I love having you like this. So weak.. under me.." Leaving kisses in between your inner thighs, he hovered over your core. His breath fanning over your sex. "Such a pretty pussy baby.. so shiny.. lemme show you how sorry I am" He wrapped his arms around your hips to pull you close and you, getting impatient. Grabbed his hair and pushed his head down.

Mark wasted no time, going straight for your clit. He placed his tongue flat against it, curling up the tip as he sucked on your bundle of nerves. After being together for some time now, you both have learned each others body's pretty well. Mark knew exactly what he had to do to get you to become undone. He peeked up at you to check your reaction before he placed two fingers inside you once again. Slowly building a rhythm, Mark could feel himself get lost in you. Humming, sending vibrations as his fingers worked against the spot inside you. "mmm hear that baby? listen to how wet you are.. am I making you feel good?" The room was filled with the obscene sounds of your soaking core and moans.

You nodded your head, obediently "Uh huh" "My favourite sound.. I been thinking about this all day baby" You felt a knot, forming in the bottom of your stomach. Your thighs constricted around his head and he enjoyed every second of it. "I'm gonn-" Before you could finish your sentence, Mark looks up at you with a smirk, face perfectly drenched in your wet, glistening. "Yeah? Breathe baby.. Deep breaths for me, cum for me." his fingers picked up the pace a little and he went back to sucking on your clit. You felt your body get hotter, breath heavier and your eyes shut tight. Energy travelling up from your root, to your sacral.. you were close. You were gonna snap. Your thighs started to shake and your grip on his hair got tighter. Mark pushed his face into your pussy, moving side to side as your moans gradually got louder and the coil of energy inside you snapped. Your hips thrusted back into his face and Mark matched your rhythm. Refusing to let you go, he kept going, making you see stars, letting you ride out your high. His grip softened on your hip once you were done. His big calloused hands rubbed your hips up and down cooing, "You still mad?" Mark licked his lips, using his other hand to help him up off the floor. He lightly smacked your ass, getting between your legs. He freed himself of clothing. Fucking into his fist a couple times, he aligned himself with your entrance.

Your left leg went up in the air as you placed your foot on his chest, lightly pushing him away. "Nope" you said, popping the "P" sound. You got up and pushed Mark on the bed, now switching the roles. You crawled over him, straddling him. "Still mad."

"Babyyyyyyyy" Mark whined, squeezing your thigh, letting you know he needs you. "No. You actually don't deserve to cum." You move, rubbing yourself on his dick. He hissed from the contact but continuing to dig his fingers into your flesh. He enjoyed marking you. "Ah!" He puts his right hand to his chest and faked getting hurt. "My girl is mad at me. I hope I die." He announced, making you both laugh and you grabbed him from under you. Stroking his length, painfully slow, you stuck your tongue out to drop some spit onto the head of his dick, watching the spit trickle down his length. You both watch in anticipation of your next move and you sluggishly work his length. "Babyyyy.." he let out a big sigh. "You're driving my crazy" he moved his hair out of his face. "I'll be good for you, please." He pleaded. Tracing your fingers over his head, you made his body shiver to your touch. "Ok.. Ok.. That was funny. Maybe I'm changing my mind.." You lift yourself up and align Mark with your entrance, once again. You feel him twitch under you and you laugh, at his desperation. "Not so soon" you whisper, bringing your hand up to his jaw to hold it.

Using your tongue, you opened his mouth to give him the sloppiest kiss of all time. A mix of your spit falling down his torso, made you almost give in but you had to be strong. You had to get him back. You slowly sunk down onto his tip, making him squeeze onto your thighs once again. "Please" Mark shuddered at your action. "Need to feel you." He begged, now growing distressed by the minute. You once again, moved yourself up and off him, leaving him cursing under his breath and sulking. "Y/N are you trying to kill m-" mid-sentence, you sunk down, one more time. Sooner than expected, taking all of him in which made him throw his head back and let out a moan.

His pleasure is soon short lifted though as he realised that he was now inside you but you refused to move. He lifts his head up to look at you, to silently scream through his eyes, hoping you would get the hint and move. "Oh, hi! Can I help you?" You teased him, pecking his nose. "So.." You begin and he groaned. "What did you eat today?" "Well, I had this sandwi-" mid-sentence, you moved again. Mark's breath got caught in his throat and he cursed himself for falling for it again. You continued to sink down and then back up at an excruciating speed. Your warmth inviting him in, making him roll his eyes. "Yeah?... What was in it?" You continued to ask him questions, casually and as he described his sandwich. Your movements got harder and so did his grip on your hips. "A..nd some lettuce" he let out an airy moan, bringing you to an hault yet again. Mark was becoming a sweaty wreck by the minute and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He felt dizzy, as if he was going to pass out if he didn't get to fuck you.

He let out a deep breath by making a pout with his swollen lips before transitioning into the the smuggest smile on planet earth. "You know what.. f u c k t h i s" He moved closer to you and stretched out his words.

Before you could even process what's happening, Mark had you pinned under him with hands above your head as he pounded into you. He had been getting so worked up that he bottomed out instantly, making you clench around him from the shock. Mark groaned into your mouth, as you did the same. He held down your hands with his right hand, whilst he brought his left to your throat for the second time. His eyes now, looked glazed over knowing he has you at his mercy. Nothing mattered in the world right now. It was just you and Mark. Unable to differentiate where his hair ended and your's began, bodies and skin intertwined with one another. He melted into you. Mark let go of your hands, giving you the freedom to wrap your arms around him as he pushed back your legs, propping them up on his shoulders. "God, y/n, you're so wet" he scrunched up his face as moans and curses rolled off both of your tongues. He was mesmerised by the way his body affected yours. How he could make you feel and how you good you felt around. As the universe felt like it was caving into you both, in the best way possible. Mark put his lips to yours, sloppily kissing your tongue as if his whole life depended on it. His movements became more focused and you felt him twitch inside you, pushing you closer to your orgasm too. "I can feel you baby.. jesus.. you feel.. so good. cum with me y/n." He let out an airy sentence, before you felt him throb inside you. Both of your moans grew louder and your legs shook once again. You both reached climax together and Mark let your legs go, as he fell onto you, face in your neck. Trying to catch his breath.

"Remind me to fuck up my schedule more often please." He teased and you playfully punched his arm. "But, honestly baby.. I am sorry. Won't happen again." He pecked your lips once last time, before settling into your chest and in your embrace.

#mark lee fanfic #mark lee #mark lee x fem reader #mark lee smut #nct 127 #nct dream

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itsmebytch001 · 6 months

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Caught Tagging:

When Aaron opened his front door he did not expect to see his daughter in hand cuffs along with his brother looming over her in his doorway.

Aaron: "Are you fucking joking? Your joking right?" He asked with you sat on the leather couch still in hand cuffs waiting to draw ether your fathers or Uncle's attention to free you from these bracelets.

Jeff: "Nope, I'm not caught her tagging some wall so I thought I bring her to you"

Aaron: "In hand cuffs?"

Jeff: "Yeah in hand cuffs"

Aaron: "...Is this because of that time I left you with by high street to take the fall for me when we threw up on that wall?"

Jeff: "Aaron that was 20 years ago-"

Aaron: "Now your taking it out on the young ones-"

Jeff: "Oh my god, can you shut up and listen!?"

Aaron: "This city's got rapists and murders just runnin around but you took the time to arrest your niece like she killed somebody"

Jeff: "She tagged a government building!" He yelled throwing up his hands exuberated.

Aaron: "Do you even hear yourself right now?! What is your wife gonna think once I tell her you arrested your niece for tagging! Or your son, huh? What's Miles gonn-"

Jeff: "I did not arrest her, but I still could"

Aaron: "Your gonna give your family a record?"

Jeff: "I can't just let her slide because were family"

Aaron: "For tagging?"

Jeff: "For tagging"

Aaron: "Your gonna give your baby niece a criminal record...for tagging?"

Jeff: "If I catch her on it again, sure"

Aaron: "I'm not sure if your my brother man"

Jeff: "Look, I'm not trying to be the bad guy"

Aaron: "You put my child in fucking handcuffs!"

Jeff: "You don't discipline her! You see her tagging shit, skipping school and you don't even ground her!"

Aaron: "Oh my God, Please get out of my face with this shit"

Jeff: "I'm not leaving until you ground her!"

Aaron: "Don't tell me how to raise my child, I only see you like twice a year, mild your fucking self"

Jeff: "I-"

Aaron: "Outta my house"

Jeff: "What?"

Aaron: "Out of my house, now"

...

Jeff: "Fine"

Aaron: "FINE!"

Jeff: " FINE!"

He yelled while slamming the door. Once Jeff had stormed out Aaron looked back at you and realised you were still in hand cuffs, he quickly opened his door to yell down the hallway.

Aaron: "You really gonna leave your niece over here with hand cuffs on?! HUH!?"

Jeff, from down the hall: "Get them off your self!"

Aaron slammed the door himself and sat himself onto the couch with you.

Y/n: "Your two argue like teen girls"

Aaron:"... shut up, you don't understand what it's like to have siblings"

Y/n: "There's still time, Diana's been talking about having another bab-"

Aaron: "I'd rather die"

#platonic yandere #yandere morales family #yandere miles morales #aaron davis #rio morales x reader #dad aaron davis #uncle aaron #yandere spiderverse #jeff morales #aaron davis x reader

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darlingdekarios · 8 months

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so this is goodbye.

rating: mature for canon themes length: 1,752 content: Arthur Morgan x f!reader, established relationship, hurt no comfort, set in the hours leading up to Arthur's death, mentions of blood (tuberculosis related), canon compliant

Arthur Morgan's most important goodbye - the one he gives to you.

"Let's just go together."

It was an impossible plea - one you knew the answer to long before he turned to face you, blue eyes transparent with the cold truths of the situation. For as many roads as you'd taken together, it seemed the path had thinned - going forward, there was only room for one.

"You and I both know it's too late for that now," his voice was thin, the result of his lungs failing in every aspect - you couldn't stand the sound of him like this anymore. "Even if we ran, I'm on borrowed time. I'd just die on you tomorrow, we both know it."

It was true, there was no denying it - only a fool would try.

"I'd rather you die with me in peace than at the hands of men who never deserved to be in your company," your words fell into the air like shattered glass, broken beyond repair.

"I will die in peace knowing you're safe," he promised, reaching forward to grasp both of your hands in his. It occurred to you this was the last time you'd feel his hands against yours. "But I can't do that if you don't go now, while you have the chance still."

His thumbs ran across your knuckles, memorizing the feeling of them one last time - the same thoughts in your mind echoed in his. You tried to steady yourself, deep breaths in and out to pretend you were okay - the façade dissipated when a quiet sob left your lips, though he'd been waiting for it all along. Just like his death, your brokenness over it was inevitable.

"I'm not ready to say goodbye," you choked out, words squeezed through a throat that felt smaller by the minute, much like the world closing in on you. "I should…I should be with you until the end. I should be by your side."

"They won't allow that. You've been by my side all this time, don't you ever forget that counted for something. Everything we did together counted for something."

Some part of him was glad for all the trouble that was about to be caused so you had to go your separate ways. In truth, since the doctor had informed him of his fate Arthur was certain of one thing above most others - he didn't want you to be around when he succumbed to this cough, despite the fact that seeing your face as his eyes closed one last time would be a dream for any man. He didn't want you to watch him suffer, because he didn't want you to live with that suffering forever.

So now in his final hours, finally in a semblance of control of his own actions, his mind and heart were radiantly in love with you - so much of his remaining energy focused on your ensured survival through another day. He could only be thankful for the time he'd received with you, for every day you'd spent telling him you loved him - particularly knowing he never deserved something as divine as your love.

Any amount of time with you was more than a man like him had earned in life to begin with.

But as for you and your heart?

"It hasn't been enough time. We didn't get enough time, Arthur."

Tugging you forward gently his arms wrapped around you in a hug, the only comfort you'd ever found in this life wrapping you in warmth once more. He was filthy, but that wouldn't stop you from taking as much of him as you were allowed now - your face buried into his chest, arms tight around his torso, clinging to him as though it gave you life.

He pulled away to shed his jacket from his frame, reaching around you to wrap it on your shoulders. He'd always preferred it on you, anyway.

"But the time we did get made me a happy man," he reminded, his voice earnest and truthful, words offering no amount of doubt. "You made me want to be a better man."

His hands came to your shoulders to squeeze gently, holding you against him still.

"I need you to promise me you're not gonna turn that horse around and go back up there after me," his voice was serious, steady - it left no room for disagreement and yet you couldn't help the desire to do just that. "You've got to promise me. You are not to follow me. That's no place for you anymore."

"Arthur, I…"

"Now, I don't want to hear it," he grabbed both of your hands again, squeezing them in his - even now you could feel his strength waning. You were hanging on his every word, memorizing how each syllable fell from his lips - already dreading the day you couldn't remember his voice anymore. "Please listen to me. Those men up there…they're nothin' more than animals now. They will kill you to hurt me, and you're all I have left that they can use. Already lost John…don't make me lose you, too."

There was so much…too much to say in this moment, this goodbye you'd known was coming and yet had sprung so suddenly. It was impossible to pick which words to give him, which words would hold the most meaning - which would make him feel the most fulfilled. They were in your mind like debris picked up by a tornado, far too much chaos to make sense of.

"I can't do it without you. I'm not ready to live without you."

"You're goin' to have to, sweetheart," his hands left your shoulders to hold your face instead, thumbs running over your cheeks as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. His next words were whispered against your skin - his private form of begging between the two of you, one last time. "You go on and you live your life, and you don't ever try to find Dutch or Micah or any of 'em, outside of Abigail or Charles or Mrs. Adler. Forget the rest of 'em. Please."

He leaned away to meet your eyes again - you gave yourself a moment to hold your response purely to enjoy the splashes of color in his blue eyes, knowing no other would compare to these hues again. You nodded, knowing this is what he needed, knowing it was the only remaining peace you could offer him.

"I won't go lookin', but if I see Micah or Dutch again I will put a bullet between their eyes, Arthur," you promised, eyes dark as you spoke the names of the men who he would soon face. "I swear I will, even if it's the last thing I do."

"I know you -"

He was overtaken by a cough, the worst one yet - he leaned against a tree to support himself but you were also there - just as you had been all these past weeks. You rubbed his back as he coughed, reaching upward to smooth his hair away from his slick forehead as it fell about. He tried to motion you away when blood spurted from his lungs, spraying the grass beneath you. You held strong, instead pulling a cloth from your satchel to wipe his mouth.

He loved you with a passion you were certain no one else could come close to matching. You could see it manifested in his eyes.

"You are the best man I have ever known, Arthur Morgan," your words were quiet, movements delicate as you wiped the sweat from his brow as well, pushing his hair back again. One of his arms wrapped around your waist again, a wheezy breath sucked into his lungs as he watched you talk. "You deserved far better than what the world gave you."

"I got more than I deserved."

When I got you.

His eyes gave life to the words he couldn't bring himself to say aloud.

You stepped closer despite the fact he tried to push you away again briefly, ignoring his plea as you wrapped your arms around his torso again, pinning him between yourself and the tree, wondering how long you could get away with holding him there. Almost as if he sensed your thoughts he kissed your forehead weakly, a heavy, raspy sigh huffing from his lungs. You turned your head to kiss his cheek gently.

You both nuzzled your heads together for a moment, enjoying the closeness and serenity of one another for as long as the cruel circumstances would allow. When he pulled away it was to lift you back onto your horse - one he'd gifted you years ago now - strong hands rubbing your thighs one more time.

"You go on 'n' get out of here," his voice was firm, resolute - you had one option as to what to do next. "And don't you dare look back."

He withdrew from you, turning his back to hide the way his Adam's apple bobbed as the threat of tears welled in his chest, something he'd sworn from the beginning he'd never do in front of you. As he climbed on his horse the leather reins shook in his trembling hands, leaving you for the last time becoming the hardest thing he'd been asked yet.

He heard the hooves of your horse as you attempted to retreat, and was painfully aware when they stopped - an immediate fear taking over him that you wouldn't be able to go through with this.

"Arthur," you called out, the sobs chasing the end of your words a hammer to his heart each time. "I loved you. I do love you…I will love you always. Every day."

He turned his horse to you, glistening eyes mirrored by your own as he rode up along side you. He removed one of his gloves to reach out and hold your cheek in his hand, thumb wiping a tear from beneath your eye gently.

You would never let yourself cry again.

"So many things I should've done different," for everything that was happening, Arthur sounded at peace with what he had chosen, content with all that he was leaving in the world as long as it included you. "I don't know what happens when we die, but I know if this…all this shit in life…ain't it for us…I'll be waitin' for you."

He released your face to reach for your hand, raising it to his lips in one final kiss. With that, you watched Arthur Morgan set off on his final ride.

masterlist. red dead redemption masterlist.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic

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tormentedblogposts · 2 months

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John: I cant like dave! I'm straight! I like girls. I even dated this blue troll girl! I'm not gay. John: Jake you're straight right??? You cant like both girls and boys right??? Jake: *sweats in besexual*

Dave: bro i think im in love with john like john egbert the STRAIGHTEST guy i know dudes does not like me back. Im so calling it. i see it now. Gayve strider d rider gets dumped by nerd boy. this is the end im gonn die. get an ambulance Dirk: Straight he says?

#homestuck #dave strider #dirkjake #johndave #pepsicola #jake english #john egbert #dirk strider

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dnftopia · 10 days

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dnf + guilty as sin lyric analysis (delusional version)

I was validated by 1 anon so Now i need to do this. Its very crazy (WARNING!)

My boredom's blown deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry?

this part is soooo pre-meetup dnf. "my boredom's blown deep / this cage was once just fine" reflects so much on both of them -- dream having to watch all his friends meet george from across the world while being stuck in his house for years, and george being bored in london while also barely leaving his flat.

their cage was "once just fine" because we know that before they realized that they wanted to live together and just wanted george to visit, they were fine being across an ocean. But once the visa application started they expressed pretty clearly how much it affected their mental health to be apart from each other -- hence "am i allowed to cry"

I dream of cracking locks Throwing my life to the Wolves or the ocean rocks Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox I'm seeing visions, never mad or bad or wise

"i dream of cracking locks" might as well be a metaphor for the visa aka their lock to the door keeping them apart. and "throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks" is clearly a metaphor for controversy or the general public (the wolves). at the same time dnf are apart they're also becoming increasingly famous, dealing with newfound controversy and criticism.

"crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox" -- use of the word paradox makes me feel like there's some differing use in the meaning of the word "crashing". like the painful feeling of crashing against ocean rocks (controversy) versus crashing against him being comforting (dnf relying on each other for support and love). and "i'm seeing visions" -- wanting to be with each other sooo badly it encroaches on both their waking thoughts and their dreams

What if he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind One slip and falling back into the hedge maze Oh what a way to die

this is pretty clearly a "what if my feelings are unrequited" type thing to me. what if i'm his but he doesn't see me as his? one slip (i.e. a slip of the tongue revealing too much of their inner feelings) could ruin everything. Which like. in any friends to lovers relationship i feel that's a very real fear

I keep recalling things we never did Messy top lip kiss

do i have to say anyhting for this one WE KNOW DREAM THOUGHT ABOUT KISSING GEORGE. MULTIPLE TIMES

How I long for our tryst Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

yeahhh more pre-meetup dnf longing for their eventual meeting. without ever meeting each other, and without george ever seeing dream's face, somehow they still want each other

I keep thesе belongings locked In lower casе inside a vault Someone told me, "There's no such thing as bad fights, only your actions talk" These fatal fantasies given way to labored breath taking all of me

they keep their feelings locked up Ohh my dnfies. "there's no such thing as bad fights, only your actions talk" is like an actions matter more than words thing or alternatively could be flipping the saying "keep fighting the good fight" on its head a bit. again "fatal fantasies" of what could be post-meetup consume both of them so fully it's difficult to focus on anything else

We've already done it in my head If it's make believe Why does it feel like a vow? We'll fold apart somehow

THIS ONEEE. "we've already done it in my head ... / why does it feel like a vow?" Like come on. we know dnf have had many conversations about their future together and they're both fully committed to staying together as long as they can. the question for them is whether the other person feels that platonically or romantically

My bed sheets are a blaze I screamed his name Building up like waves crashing over my grave Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

Yeahh. dont need to go into detail on this one because we all get it. #DNFESEX!

What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway

aside from the Dresus comparisons. "rolling the stone away" in the context of christianity symbolizes rebirth and an intrinsic change. To me it could be seen as a metaphor for coming out publicly . "they're gonna crucify me anyway" -- we literally saw this happen with dream in real time. he doesn't come out and he's accused of queerbaiting, he comes out and people invalidate him and call him names LIKE. This hurts me

What if the way you hold is actually what's holy? If long suffering propriety is what they want from me They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly I choose you and me, religiously

even if they face vitriol and public scrutiny DNF WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE EACH OTHER TO THE POINT OF RELIGION!

Thats it the end. Thanks for reading peace and love Please support me and my crazyisms

#THIS WAS FUN #i'd like to do more of these honestly #dnf

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worrywrite · 1 year

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I'm still trying to wrap my mind around Men at Arms.

It's a fantastic book, but it is also so different from Guards! Guards! in tone. And maybe that's where the key is. It's not that the villain of the story is perhaps one of the most proficient killers in all of Discworld (all two and a half of them... D'Eath, Cruces, and The Gonne) and their goal is to actually kill. It's not even that the crimes that the watch are investigating are murder, because even though paid assassinations are legal death and murder are part of the setting. Death is literally a character here, though much more briefly than G!G!. Frankly, I don't even think it's because of the racial allegories.

The tone in Men at Arms is different because the first one to die is a clown. Because Pratchett literally killed the joke (the entire thing and all of its subsets). There's nothing funny about a clown funeral, the dogs are the biggest allegory for racial issues, a gun really is evil, Cuddy literally draws the short straw. It's all literal. Everything is extremely literal. For once, Ankh Morpork isn't a joke. For once, the city feels like a city. And it's the book where Carrot, the most literal character there is, becomes a man (literally and in every sense) and takes his mantle of leadership.

Everything in Men at Arms is literal. Because the villain killed the joke to death and it was the shining moment for Carrot to step up.

There's also an extensive running bit that even the silly construction of the silly, courtesy of Bloody Stupid Johnson, is actually stupid. Within the narrative itself, the book is calling itself out. It is saying that this absurd veneer that we have found ourselves on is just that. This city was built on itself, on its own bones, on the the bones of empires--fueled with the blood of many. The architecture beneath Johnson's flawed works, the aqueducts and sewer systems below the city, are vast and strong and powerful--maybe even beautiful. But they're dangerous. The past is incredibly dangerous. Even Carrot, whose potential is very much rooted in the past of the city, is dangerous. His victory is not one I expected in the moment it came. The line about how you must hope that whoever is looking at you from the other end of their weapon is an evil man... Was harsh and true and honestly a little frightening for a story which also contains a scene where a sentient rock man chucks a dwarf through the skylight of Schrodinger's pork warehouse to save both of their lives.

Perhaps this puts the rest of the book in context as well. Especially the things that made me cringe when I read them. Like everything about Coalface, Angua being included in the story because she was a woman and every book needs at least one (preferably one that can leap over a building or deadlift a draft horse), the high school clique-ificarion of all the guilds, Vimes talkin to the nobles after dinner and almost letting himself believe he could be like that (even though he ends up laying into them with some excellent biting sarcasm), Vetinari not being in control and not realizing it. It's all very real, but real like a real serial killer in real life and not a crime drama. Maybe even real like a normal guy in a costume with their mask off.

Maybe not.

It's not a perfect book (which bites, because G!G! was nearly there), but it remains a very intentional book. I feel like less people have read it than G!G!, and I can see why. It's messier, it's not as funny, there's a lot more allegory and it's a lot more blunt.

But it's still extremely topical (sadly). I retain my opinion that it may be one of the most important books I've ever read. And I'm beginning to understand, finally, why.

#gnu terry pratchett #Discworld #terry pratchett #city watch #guards guards #men at arms #literary analysis #short essay i guess

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jsuisunptitsucre · 27 days

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The Full Trailer arrived and I can tell ya.

That I'm gonn' die from excitement

Source : amc's instagram

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real-sun-wukong-fan01 · 1 year

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Ok so instead of the future going into the past(mk’s gang) how about the past going into the future (Jttw crew) but instead of it just being Tripitaka, bajie, wujing, and Bai long past WuKong’s there too! Even though future WuKong is still there.

You can't do this to me I'm a sucker for this ideas (blame my gacha life phase.)

Other than the immediate change of the buildings, language and looks (the lights, transports, people, fashion) would be overwhelming, it would be this:

- the two wukong actually getting along.

They are gonna be twins for a day and it's gonne be the best thing!

- Tripitaka would like to meet immediately, if possible, the future sun wukong. And this successor everyone talks about.

- Bajie going straight to annoy last wukong.

- wujing would also like to see his friend, just to meet and talk though, unlike Bajie.

- Ao lie would be curious, especially because he has a descendant.

• MK would be super excited, like tang, to see the jttw crew. and would ask a lot of questions, but before he can talk, everyone starts asking questions to him.

"is your master around?"

"how is he to you?"

"did you run away? Did he beat you?"

"was he rude?"

"we apologize for your master impolite and barbaric behavior.. he's trying his best."

• Mei and Ao lie would go along way too well. The dragon horse would fell in love with the kid immediately, he loves her already. How energetic and happy she is, he'll try to be a good grandpa.

• future wukong would want to avoid any of his friends, he knows he would break down crying. He knows. He knows.

But.. wujing got him. It was a good time..he might have cried, but that's fine..at least he met the one who didn't die.

it was a very..very long hour of wukong purring on wujing.

• past and future wujing would share each other lives, how in the future wukong and him are still friends, how he took anger management, how he has cats! Y'know.

• Tripitaka would be SHOCKED to see how much mk adores and idolizes wukong, and how calm wukong is.

It's just- incredible. He can't believe it and he doesn't. He doesn't accept that.

really, it's hard to accept a reality completely different than the one you know.

so, he'll always make sure wukong isn't too harsh, rude or a bad mentor to MK.

No stimming, no fights, just teach the kid how to be a monk. Isn't that why he's your successor? No?

• Bajie on the floor, because HUH? WUKONG? SIMPS? FILMS? FAME? POSITIVE FAME? I'M SORRY?

#lego monkie kid #sun wukong #monkey king #journey to the west #jttw #monkie kid #lego sun wukong #sha wujing #Tripitaka #zhu bajie #MK #lmk ao lie #mei

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swirlymarimo · 2 years

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Hiyori: Zorojuro! You're awake!

Zoro: *waking up*

Hiyori: This is good news I should get your friends right away.

Zoro: Where is my Sanji?

Hiyori: You're what? Sanji? Is that one your swords?

Zoro: My husband. Is he alright? Where is he?

Hiyori: Oh you must mean the friendly cook. He's been with you this whole time he only recently stepped out and that was only due to your two crewmates forcing him to take a break.

Zoro: He's coming back?

Hiyori: I believe the moment he's left alone he will return to you. He seems to care for you very much.

Zoro: I should hope so. *wiggles his ring*

Hiyori: Um, I'm afraid I must apologize for how I acted before. I was unaware that you were wed.

Zoro: An apology isn't necessary. Thank you for your care.

Hiyori: Of course. You did save me afterall, quite a few times actually.

*knock*

Hiyori: Come in.

Sanji: forgive me for my absence miss hiyori, I brought you a lunch for keeping an eye on my Zoro.

Hiyori: It was no trouble at all.

Sanji: *sees Zoro* Marimo! You're up!

Zoro: *relieved* Nice to see you again.

Sanji: *tearing up* You idiot! I thought you were really in trouble this time! You're extremely lucky for Chopper and the other doctors.

Zoro: I wasn't gonne die. I promised to see you after didn't I?

Sanji: About that...

Zoro: You don't need it anymore.

Sanji: Huh?

Zoro: I can tell you're still you. The real Sanji, my Sanji.

Sanji: *crying into Zoro arms*

#zosan #zoro x sanji #zoro and sanji #zosan script #not incorrect quotes #original zosan script #my post #kozuki hiyori #zosan married

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falloutjuli · 1 year

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As promised an almost 900 words tiny excerpt from my Johnny x Reader fanfic that I’m Working on, featuring a very jealous Johnny and Reader and Diego being besties! (Because Diego and Reader are both kinda dummies)

the whole thing is at 4k words now and still needs a bit of work but eh. Enjoy a teaser. Its gonne be mighty fine and Im editing it from Fem!Reader to GN!Reader because idk. Felt like it uwu.

Anyways, enjoy the tiny teaser hehe.

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And during the time you three lived together until now... You became good friends with Gyro and developed a crush on Johnny. Much to your dismay but it is what it is.

Checking your phone, you saw you almost had to leave so you checked yourself one last time in the mirror before you walked in the living room to get to your room.

"Holy cow, Y/N! You look stunning!" Gyro commented, a big smile on his face. "Thank you, Gyro, didn't know you could be nice."

"Didn't know you could look like that." You rolled your eyes and entered your room to get your bag.

You kinda had hoped Johnny would have said anything, but he kept quiet, much to your disappointment, but you couldn't change it. Yet it kinda hurt you, making you doubt for a second to actually wear the fancy clothes you picked out for tonight.

Maybe you should cancel? He surely made a mistake asking you in the first place…No, you told yourself, you'd go out and enjoy yourself.

That was tonight’s goal. With bag and shoes now gathered you exited your room and tried to push away the looming stress and nervousness inside of you.

"I'll be gone then; I hope you two will have a great night too." You said and looked at the two horse lovers who were seated on the couch, playing games.

"We'll be fine. Just remember, if he shows any red flags, or you get a weird feeling, call me and I'll come get ya!" Gyro said looking at you sternly.

"Don't worry, as soon as he begins to resemble you, I'll give you a call." Gyro needed a second before he got what you were implying.

Johnny snickered along.

"Well, I best be going then, until later!" And with that you left the room and consequently the apartment. "Man, you're really messing up your chance." "As if I ever had one." Johnny answered his friend and sounded defeated. You stood outside the restaurant, nervous, unsure if he'd actually show up.

"I hope you weren't waiting for too long, I'm sorry for my delay." A voice from behind you said and made you spin around, smiling once you saw him. Diego looked fine tonight, and you wondered how it came to be he asked you out of all people available to him.

You were bored out of your mind. Gyro and Johnny had been out riding for like one and a half hour already and they were still nowhere to be seen.

It wasn't their fault that you felt a little down today and therefore declined riding with either, so you didn't blame them.

You weren't big into riding yourself but coming with them to the stables, seeing them in their element and with Slow Dancer and Valkyrie and sometimes riding with them was such a highlight.

You loved how Gyro kept talking to his little "bella" as if she was his girlfriend and you loved seeing Johnny being happy while he rode on Slow Dancer.

But today... after your mood plummeted thanks to your feelings towards a certain blond rider, you rather sat in the shade near the stables and were on your phone.

To your surprise, some strange legs entered your view and in front of you stood Diego Brando.

You had heard of him, his reputation was that to thank for, and Johnny and Gyro had their run-ins with him and loved to rant about him.

"Hey there." You said unsure of what exactly would happen now. You looked around and only spotted a girl with short pink hair nearby.

"Yeah, hey. I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out sometime?" You sat there dumbfounded.

A popular, good-looking guy, many girls surely would die for, just casually asked you out, without having ever spoken a word before. You blinked a couple of times.

"Eh..." was All you could answer before you saw the chance this was. A date, with someone who seemed interested in you and might make you realize you never actually crushed on Johnny.

"Sure. Why not." You said and Diego looked pleased.

"May I have your phone to give you my number?" Slightly embarrassed you handed the man your phone who quickly typed something in with his none gloved hand.

"There you go. Send me a message later yeah, love?" His British accent did make your knees a little weak.

Mindlessly you tugged a lose hair string behind your ear and looked at the newly made contact of "Diego 🦖" while said contact began striding back to his friend, who you assumed must be Hot Pants, the guys had also told you about her.

Not too long after that, Johnny and Gyro were back too.

"Did ya get bored waiting for us?" Gyro asked as he helped Johnny unmount. "A little."

"Your fault for not coming along. We found a real nice new path near a small river."

"I'll come along next time, then you can show me, yeah?" You answered Johnny and decided to keep the thing with Diego for yourself.

You knew if you let them know now, they'd go on a rant of how horrible he is and how you should never even talk to him unless you want him to eat your firstborn or whatever.

They sure painted him like a horrible person but to you, Diego seemed a little charming almost.

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#aint that a teaser?#do tell what you think and what youd maybe like to see happen #maybe ill include it if it fits the plot uwu #johnny joestar x reader #johnny x reader #jjba x reader

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jennyandvastraflint · 6 months

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Xena Reactions S1Ep14!

Some guy running through the woods

Average interaction between my idiot brothers

HEHE XENA

Gabrielle 🥰

A "Titan's key"? Sounds important

A puzzleee

AJDHDHSH SHE ATE IT. SUCH A MENACE

Nice to meet you "GO AWAY"

Ambrosia! Ohhhh

"We were to be married" Gabrielle is like 😐

Is this disgusting dude the man they're looking for?

Yup

Super awkward trek together.

"Hate's a pretty strong word. But maybe the right one."

I'm not like Other Bloodthirsty Warlords much

Xena's like GF come here

"And I'm asking you to trust me" AAAAA

"There's four of us" "There doesn't have to be"

Xena prepared to rip him to shreds for threatening her gf. She's just like Vastra fr 🦎

GABRIELLE WITH THE BAG

Bruh, he just killed him

They just leave the guy in the woods. Lol.

WHAT NICE HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS. Skeletons on wheels

Arrows again

Oh and a bridge. Of course.

Course it breaks

OH FFS WHAT IS WRONGGGG WITH THIS GUY

The bridge rips.

I FUCKING HATE HIM

👀 She saves her girlfriend

"You stinking, smelling scumbag"

Can we just agree that both these men are SHIT.

"She's worthless" oh Xena is pissedddd

"If she dies, you die" HHHHEHEHE I LOVE LESBIANS WILLING TO KILL FOR THEIR LOVER

GABRIELLE. WHERE. GIRLFRIEND???

Don't talk to the man........

GET YOUR SHIT HANDS OFF GABRIELLE YOU CUNTFACE

HEHEHE XENA GONN KILL HIM

"Don't mess with my (girl)friend"

"You hurt my friend and I'll rip your throat out" Hehehehe Xena your lesbianism is showing

Gabrielle you're so cute I love you

"Nonamea".... Almost like it has... No name...

OH SHIT. They just dishonoured the temple thousandfold...

"Your doom is assured!" *sees his men be beaten up* "However, I might be mistaken" sjdhdvsgsh

Let's settle for the men are both idiots

"Well this is going to be a pleasant evening" GABRIELLE XDDD

"Rock. Rock. Rock!" kicks sand. XD

AHAHAHA GABRIELLE BEAT HIM

"Don't pull a ring" ffs he pulled it XD

Ohhh, treashör.

TITAN'S KEY.

NAURRRR IS GABRIELLE GONE TOO

"if you let me go I'll build a temple to you"

Gabrielle i love you btw

FFS of course the guy stepped onto something

It does look very pretty

STOP PUTTING A KNIFE TO GABRIELLE'S THROAT

He was stabbed or whatever. Idc

Xena is very strong. Lovelyyy

Oop. Did she shoot him with his own knife

"Pls gimme my redemption arc before I die" How about no. Die <3

Ahhh,her wedding bracelet

Anyway back to lesbians.

"He was a good man" debatable.

Anyway. Lesbians.

#v watches xena #also i couldn't even be arsed to remember the names of the two guys. Petroclus(?) and... The other guy #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

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