#Raymond has the right to judge you now
Note
Only friends is messy and I love the messy! But then I think about the other messy stuff that has yet to be messy but will be messy when it comes to light!
For example, Like is Sand still ‘helping’ Rays Dad? What with?
Wild Ass Theory -
RAY'S KARMA'S COMING!
ANON! You know I love a wild ass theory, yet I have none for Only Friends. The show feels normal to me, and not as unhinged as I need in order to make a wild ass theory but . . . @nothingsbetterthancoffee, I was answering this ask when your ask popped up
TLWR: Ray's dad is paying Sand to babysit Ray.
And Ray is gonna be really fucking LIVID when he finds out that Sand is working with his dad!
Because Sand is definitely helping the dad with something.
And Sand almost getting arrested to save Ray after he made a pact with Nick to move on makes me think that the something Ray's dad asked him was to make sure Ray doesn't end up in prison.
The dad is too busy to keep in eye on Ray, so he asked Sand to do it instead. Even though Sand has genuine feelings for Ray, the dad is paying him to keep an eye on his son.
Let me allow Dangerous Romance, where we also see the poor boy x rich boy dynamic, to explain this arrangement.
Get the poor boy who is close to the rich wild child to monitor him in exchange for money. It's a win win!
But remember just like his fellow Slut for Christ Kang, Ray is quick to throw out that his poor boy is, well, poor and by extension apparently a money grubbing whore.
So I'm pretty sure having a magical honeymoon stage
Only to find out that daddy is paying this whore to take care of you would really set Ray off.
And to add to this Wild Ass Theory - it'll be Ray's karma.
I'm not getting into the morality muddy waters about this. I'm not writing if any of this is right or wrong. Instead, let me present the facts:
Karma
Boston recorded his friends making out, used it to get Top to have sex with him since he was jealous of Mew, then threw it in Ray's face to ruin his chances with Sand.
And Nick recorded him having sex with Top, told Sand about it who told Ray, who then told Mew and now everyone hates Boston.
Play stupid games (record your friends in an intimate moment and use it for your advantage), win stupid prizes (your recorded tapes, plural with an "s", become your downfall).
Then there is Mew, our beautiful virgin who judges his rich boy friend who does drugs and his other slutty friend.
Who then gets *cheated on by a rich boy who does drugs and sleeps around, then proceeds to do drugs and attempt to enter his slut era. (I'd argue Top did NOT cheat, but that's not what this post is about).
Ultimately, you will become the one you hate.
And now here we are with Ray. Raymond. My Ray of Sunshine. Fellow Slut for Christ. The love of my life! Who constantly degrades Sand by throwing money at him and calling him a whore.
Sand has tried to be a friend to Ray.
And yet . . .
Ray has made it where they can't be friends.
There are twenty million instances where Sand has told Ray that Ray treats Sand like a driver, a drinking buddy, a cook, a therapist, a nurse, and plenty more, but never a friend. There are fifty million instances where Sand has commented on Ray throwing his money at Sand to avoid acknowledging his fuck ups. Then there are another hundred million instances of Ray implying or directly stating that he thinks Sand is a whore.
So wouldn't it funny if this friend group is actually getting confronted with THEMSELVES?
Boston got hurt by the exact same thing he hurt others with. Mew got hurt by all the things he judged others about and is now turning into that.
And Ray is about to experience his own self-fulfilling prophecy because if you speak of the devil whore enough times, he will eventually appear.
#only friends#only friends the series#wild theory time#this is ray's karma#what goes around comes around
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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 9
A contemplative episode this week, as most of the characters stop struggling and start accepting some shit. But while some people come to correct conclusions (Ray and Mew break up, but can you call it a break up if you were never actually together?), others just decide to make the same mistakes and hope for different outcomes (Sand keeps trusting Ray instead of himself; Mew decides to give Top another chance). We're moving into the last act of the story now, and it's anybody's guess where we land up when the dust settles. Last week y'all judged Ray the most audacious by a mile. Lemme put my glasses on and see who I'm feeling this week.
🔺1. Nick (6)
Team Second Option!
Nick and Sand's loser friendship and their self-awareness of same is one of the most delightful parts of a truly delightful show. I can totally believe Nick suggested them hooking up, this is EXACTLY how these things go. Them dissolving into giggles over their kiss and cuddling each other to sleep was a beautiful friendship moment. Another beautiful moment was Nick's acceptance that he really had just fucked things up with Boston (we will ignore the fact that the boy just can't HELP spying on that man having sex with other people🤣), apologising in a heartfelt way and attempting to move on. I think Nick's heart might be the only one at ease at the end of this ep, so he wins the week.
⭐2. Boeing
My room is right here as well.
IT'S MOND IT'S MOND IT'S MOND MOND IS HERE AND HE LOOKS GOOD AS FUCK! It's time to find out what the hell this is all about, but whatever it is looks kinda fucked which YES.
🔺3. Sand (11)
We are just masochists.
The loser camping trip did a lot to make me feel less irritated with Sand this week. Sand has always been incredibly self-aware about how much him having feelings for Ray is a suck move, but having him state it all so baldly and call himself a masochist this episode did move the needle for me. Architect of his own misery? Yes, but knowing he lowhighkey ENJOYS the misery makes all the difference. You know what king, you do you. Swing wildly between euphoria and despair while you're young enough to find it exciting.
🔻4. Boston (2)
Gay, straight, pan, whatever the fuck you want to be. I just opened your eyes.
Oh sis, I saw you trying there, but the lack of impulse control as always will land you in trouble. He should have sent Atom packing after that party, but sad, lonely and pissed off are a bad combo, and one thing Boston consistently does is make poor decisions when he's feeling some typa way. He clearly served up a top tier dicking though, because Atom is in LOVE. Inconvenient at best. As I keep saying though: you can't keep a bad bitch down, and Boston's one of the baddest. This too shall pass.
🔺5. Ray (12)
I am thick-skinned. I don't care.
*deep negro spiritual sigh* How DARE you bust up the loser camping trip Raymond. I'll not forgive you for that one. Ray, rejected by Mew, demands Sand's company for an ego-boosting dopamine hit (including the sex that Mew denied him, natch), continuing to treat him like a servant and a possession. But this time Sand calls him on it, and that maybe means he thinks about it a little? TBD. I do think Ray WAS actually honest this episode about his feelings (hence the rise in rank), but he was still trying to get what he wanted out of Sand. He and Mew ended their ill-advised relationship as friends though, so that's a positive. Rehab seems to be on the menu next week so anything's possible. I still think these two are terrible for each other, but they're 21, I guess it's allowed.
🔺6. Top (7)
I just want you to know that the person you think loves you the most is not that good.
Watching Top work Mew's moms over all Mew's objections was gross, and I'm fortified anew in my feeling that this dude's vibes are just OFF. Top...circling Mew like this, working Cheum, working his moms, making the move to excise Ray but not actually pulling the trigger because he knows taking the high road will appeal to Mew...look this show has 3 more eps to prove me wrong but something ain't RIGHT with this 'un. Top's money, his good looks, his sweet words, that's all it seems anybody pays attention to, but something underneath...anyway, his strategy's working, right up until the moment Mew runs into Boeing on his fucking doorstep.
🔻7. Mew (3)
I just thought if I became someone else, I'd be stronger.
Well the slut spiral was fun while it lasted, but I guess the morning after a coke bender is generally unpleasant and Mew's a paper tiger not a real G. Mew's trying to keep up the party boy persona but he's not built for this shit, his heart's not in it and Ray trying to literally get in his pants crashed him back to reality. He's totally going back to Top, Boeing or no Boeing.
⭐8. Mew's moms
I saw you on Mew's Instagram. You look better in person.
Oof. Look they're cute and they obviously love Mew, but their son is clearly uncomfortable and unhappy with Top around and they're ignoring that. They may not know what happened, but the room ain't THAT hard to read.
🔻9. Atom (1)
Did I just get nailed and bailed?
Atom tried dick exactly once and it's got him outside Boston's house in the middle of the night begging for more of the same. My bunny boiler hopes have fizzled for both Nick and Sand, maybe Atom is the one I've been waiting for.
🔹10. Yo (10)
Good can't buy love.
Mae Yo with the read this week: 'good can't buy love'. I really want Mom and Cool Stepdad back together. GO GET YOUR MAN YO!
🔻11. Daddy Dan (4)
I'm not going to be your boss tonight. Call me Daddy Dan.
The cringe is through the roof. Well he might get to sniff it but a sniff's all he's gonna get before Nick's back in Boston's bed, and that's just a matter of time at this point.
🔻12. Cheum (8)
The evil spirit left you already, huh?
Will Cheum ever learn to mind the business that pays her? Her lack of interest in her brother's clear and obvious heartbreak is contrasted unfavourably with her overinvestment and overinvolvement in the Mew/Top saga. I also somehow feel like last week's self-interested moment of solidarity with Boston won't survive contact with her brother getting exactly what he asked for and breaking his own heart with it.
#only friends the series#bless this mess#only friends weekly character rankings#i support gay wrongs#only friends#only friends series#bl meta series
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OC in 15
Tagged byy @thegreatobsesso (through my main)
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
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(to Raymond) “Your careful and my careful are different things.”
2.
(to Mika, about Raymond) "He might end up hating me, but what keeps him safe and alive is none of what he’s told you getting out. To the police or the Syndicate.”
3.
(to Raymond) "I know you don’t like the spell, but I don’t even know who [I am without the focus spell] okay? I’ve been focusing since I let you go. You don’t want the person from before that.”
4.
Context: Raymond and Terran are talking about why Terran let Jesse live, and also why Terran had in the past let Raymond live/saved his life.
Raymond: “Everyone’s real.”
“Yeah, but you taught me that. Everyone who did feel real to me back then saw everyone else the same way I had. Maybe it was partially because you seemed to care, unlike anyone else did, but ultimately, I think that was it. You were real. So maybe all it took was talking to Jesse for him to be real to me. And I don’t know if that helps, because maybe you’re right that it should be everyone, or maybe it would be better if it’d come from something you said or did…”
5.
(to Raymond) “Focusing isn’t why I worry about things. Do you just not like me telling you what to do?”
6.
(I'm going to count this as dialogue. It's a thought passed from Terran to Raymond that, as thoughts are, is a little jumbled:)
Tried to (can’t move) found Jodi, tried to free her (stuck) caught— failed— (The Judge) Mika was here, gave them something— mistake— Judge using me to bargain (care about me?)— can’t move— don’t do what they want.
7.
(to Mika) "You and Raymond were so good at knowing what the right thing to do is. I watch you do all this and see how much you hate it, because you know it’s wrong. But I’ve only known that based on you guys’s example.”
8.
(The actual dialogue here is 100% not true. But him lying here imo is a big part of his character. Basically, Terran needs to convince Alex that he isn't a threat, and recently Zachary advised Terran that Alex would exploit him caring about people. His denial here, him lying, in a way, really is about how much he does care. Also, I think it says a lot about him that he can and will solidly deny things like this in order to protect those he cares about. He's basically claiming that he doesn't care if Raymond lives, it was more about rebelling against Zachary than anything else. He ha also stated recently, in his thoughts, that to him, "freedom" is just being with Raymond)
“I want to leave. I want to quit.” I said, turning back to [Alex]. “Disobeying Zachary by letting Raymond live wasn’t the best way to go about it, I admit. But now he’s gotten me what I wanted. And you get what you want out of him. That was the deal you guys had, right? I’m not a threat to you because once this transaction is finished, I have what I wanted. Freedom.”
9.
(to Mika) “I already know enough [about my parents' death]. I appreciate learning about them in the journal, I’d be willing to learn more about who they were, but not this. I don’t want to know how they died. Zachary has taught me a million way to kill someone and he knows a million more. I don’t want to know which one it was.”
10.
(to Rayymond) “I’m constantly disappointing you. I’m always doing the wrong thing, the only difference is lately I’m finding excuses. I’m terrified of Alex paralyzing me again. But when I say you should leave without me, it’s what I owe not just you, but everyone— because I’ve always been sacrificing others for myself, haven’t I? Not even for my own life, just for…approval. The only difference lately is that you’ve become a part of who I’ll sacrifice others for, except you don’t want me to do that, and even if I try I don’t know how to do it. Even if I was ever able to leave, I can’t escape myself— everything I’ve done and everything I still want to do. And maybe we’ll all better off if you and Mika can escape and I’ll no longer be able to—“
I'll leave it there, since it said 15 of fewer, many of these are long, and I'm catching up to where I am. This was a lot of fun, and I definitely want to do this again for Raymond and Mika. I kinda wonder if I can even do it with Zachary. Please feel free to tag me again on this XD.
It's definitely difficult doing a POV character who's so often hiding things. I knew going in that this would most show up when he's talking to Raymond. But going through I saw some Very Raymond lines and Very Mika lines, and I think I talk more about Terran's character here, but I would like to pick out the lines that show the other characters whose only ways of showing their character is their dialogue (and actions).
Tagging @sleepy-night-child @squarebracket-trick @enbydragon02 (ik you might not be far enough in anything for this so you can just look XD) and @drippingmoon
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Shout out to my Sebastian fans, y'all know who you are. Trigger warnings are in the tags.
Sebastian is leant over the desk with his head in his hands. He's breathing heavily, trying to keep himself together.
“Are you alright, Prosecutor Debeste?” Judge Courtney asks him. “Do you need a recess to get yourself together?”
“No, Your Honour.” He stands up straight. “I'm fine.”
“Alright, then if there are no more objections, I'm ready to hand down my sentence. For obstruction of justice, kidnapping, blackmail and murder, I sentence the defendant, Blaise Debeste, to capital punishment.”
Blaise doesn't react. I think he knew it was coming and has accepted his fate.
“Court is adjourned.”
As soon as the gavel slams, Sebastian scrambles out from behind the prosecutor's bench and runs out the door. I find him just outside the courtroom, his forehead resting on his fists, which are pressed against the wall. He's shaking with uncontrollable sobs.
“Sebastian.”
He reacts, but doesn't move away from the wall.
“Deep breaths,” I tell him. “You'll be alright.”
I place my hand gently on his upper back. He flinches initially, but then leans into me.
“It's so much,” he says. “I'm feeling everything at once, I can't…”
“It's all over now. I know that was difficult. But you accomplished it.”
I can hear footsteps. I look to see Blaise being taken back to his cell by the bailiffs. He stops in his tracks and glares at his son. Sebastian stares back, still sobbing.
“All your life, I thought you were just an incompetent idiot,” Blaise says. “But the moment you gained any capability, you used it against me. You traitor.”
“No, Pops. You're the traitor.” He sniffs and wipes his face. “We're supposed to uphold the law, not bend and break it for our own benedict.”
“Benefit,” I correct.
“Benefit, right. You don't care about the law or me. You never have. So go away.”
“You-”
“Go! You're dismissed.”
Blaise leaves. Sebastian is still trembling, scrubbing at his face. A crowd of people start to exit the courtroom. Some stare or try to interact with him, but I keep him shielded from them.
“Do you want to go somewhere more private?” I ask him.
“I want to wait for Justine.”
“Alright.”
She's the last to exit the courtroom. Sebastian seems to calm down a lot as soon as he sees her.
“Congratulations, Sebastian,” she says. “How are you feeling?”
He gives a vague response. “My head hurts,” he eventually settles on.
“That's probably from the emotional stress,” she says. “Do try to take care of yourself tonight, don't do anything too strenuous.”
He nods.
“I'm very proud of you.”
“You are?”
“You've come a long way in the time I've known you. You've grown into an intelligent young man.”
“Justine? Can…can I have a hug?”
“Of course you may.”
He's a little taller than her, so he has to stoop over slightly as he clings to her. Courtney rubs his back, softly.
“Thanks, Justine,” Sebastian says. “For everything. You've always been there for me. You've taught me so much.”
“You're welcome. You've proven today that my teachings were not in vain. You've saved a great many people from that man.”
He pulls back. “Justine? Were…you scared of Pops?”
She avoids eye contact. “There was always a…certain risk of being known to him. But I did what I had to do and was aware of the possible outcomes of this.”
“You thought…that something might happen. And it did! Your son…Pops tried to…I'm sorry.”
“That wasn't your fault or your responsibility. And it's in the past now.”
“Is he okay? Your son, I mean.”
“He's fine. It's very sweet of you to be concerned. But know this, the person you saved the most today, is yourself.”
Sebastian wipes his face. “Really?”
“Seb!” Kay bursts out of the crowd and throws herself at Sebastian. “You did it!”
“Put me down! Put me down!”
“Kay, put him down.”
She does. “I knew you could do it. Mr Shields and I were cheering you on from the gallery.”
“Metaphorically,” Raymond clarifies, also appearing out of the crowd. “I didn't want Kay getting kicked out for making a racket. But you did a great job, kid, we were all with you.”
“Thank you, everyone.” He wipes his nose again and Courtney gives him a tissue. “But I don't know if I deserve all of this praise. I…I needed a lot of help. I never could've got this far without all of you.”
“Needing assistance from others doesn't make your achievements any less valid,” I say. “You're allowed to be proud of what you've done.”
“I don't know how I feel. This is supposed to be a good thing, you're all happy, but I just…” He starts crying again.
“Y'know, Seb, maybe you feel so bad because you're overthinking this,” Ray says.
“Huh?”
“Blaise was your dad, so you feel like you have to feel sad and guilty that you had to convict him. Right?”
He nods.
“But if he only ever made you feel bad and didn't care about you, maybe he wasn't a real dad. Know what I'm saying?”
Sebastian considers this for a moment. “I don't have any other dads.”
“Maybe not. But you still have a family.”
Sebastian slowly looks at each of us one by one and eventually breaks down sobbing. But this time, I think it's for a good reason.
“We should celebrate,” Kay says. “Because your dad can't tell you what to do anymore. And so that you know you did the right thing. I mean there's no point punishing yourself, you're not the criminal.”
“Okay.”
“I know someone who always goes out for hamburgers every time he wins a trial,” I say. “Does that interest you?”
“I am starving. I guess I didn't notice cos I was so focused on the trial. Thanks.”
“Let's go.”
And that's how the case ended. With a wound that would take time to heal. But I knew it would, and that a certain young man would come out stronger on the other side.
#The trial is Blaise's sentencing not the actual trial for whether or not he's guilty#I did this because I wanted it to feel like the case is really over and for it to really hit Sebastian that his father is#Going to be executed for his crimes#His actual trial was some time before this#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#fanfiction#ace attorney fanfiction#aai2 spoilers#aai2#ace attorney investigations 2#sebastian debeste#kay faraday#raymond shields#justine courtney#blaise debeste#tw court#tw execution#tw death sentence#tw death mention#tw crying#tw abuse implied
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If a company(brand) hiring the celebs to endorse their product ,the celebs are not allowed to promote or be seen using the competitor poducts.
The so called celebs have signed a contract and are being paid to promote on that company(brand).
If a celeb decide to be seen with competitor brand product,it as seen as unethhical and unprofession by the celeb.
Even if the company is worth millions ,the company will not lose money because their endorsers are seen with competitor but its because the company brand has been built a on reputation and if a celeb is unprofessional it hurts the brands image.
The celeb will lose contracts and sometimes can pay a hefty fine if that was included in contract for being unetical twarde the brands.
If a celeb lose brand deals, it can jeopardize the celeb by showing how unloyal and unprofessional they are to a brands and won't be hired in future for endorsement.
Its stains their career.
Also when a celeb is hired by Brands they have to be on their best behaviour too.
If the so called celeb starts trending for eg controversial, inappropriate,or offensive stuff,they will be dropped by their Brands.
Celeb can and will lose brand endorsements for unprofessional behaviors.A list celebs are not spared.
Its how the real world works,
Its same with products,sports,fashion,cars etc.
gGo do your own research, google it too.cepebs lose major barnd deal.there are countless celebs losing brand deals.
Hollywood celeb do something dumb,even if it accepted by hollywod it does not go well with general public and gets called out,
So imagine a hollywood celleb trend for being unprofessional to their brands or hurting brands reputation than they lose all deals.
"Charlize runs out of time
Charlize Theron found herself in an even sticker situation when she substituted her endorsed product for a competitor’s. Designer Raymond Weil paid the model and actress for rights to her wrists for two years, so she could wear only his watches. Theron did not play by the rules though, and went to a press conference wearing a Dior watch. Gasp. That didn’t go down too well with Weil, who went onto seek £12 million in compensation"
"LOS ANGELES - Actress Charlize Theron has been ordered to appear in court for breaching her contract with Swiss watchmaker Raymond Weil, which is seeking $20m (£12m) in damages from the Oscar winner for wearing a Christian Dior watch.
The legal action stems from a 14-month contract Theron signed with Raymond Weil in 2005, which stated that she must only wear Raymond Weil timepieces during public events, especially when the paparazzi is present.
In 2006 during a film festival in Austin, Texas, Theron was snapped at a press conference wearing a Christian Dior watch, with photos appearing in newspapers across the country the next day.
Theron fought the initial claims, stating simple oversight rather than a deliberate breach of her contract.
However, last week a New York judge ruled that Theron was guilty of repeatedly ignoring the terms of her contract with Raymond Weil, citing several other instances of breach, including a separate advertising contract with Christian Dior and a Montblanc billboard in Geneva.
Judge Colleen McMahon told the courts: "By wearing a Christian Dior watch at the film festival, Theron breached her covenant not to 'wear publicly any watches other than Raymond Weil.
"Theron recognises as much, calling her decision to wear the watch 'regrettable'. It was more than 'regrettable' it was a clear breach of the agreement."
Both sides have been ordered to reappear before the courts in November for a pre-trial settlement. Should both parties fail to reach an agreement, the case will go before a jury next year."
"Charlize Theron has settled the $20 million breach of contract lawsuit against her, according to papers filed in Manhattan Federal Court Monday"
But now if you mention how kpop idols do dumb stuff and end up being unprofessional to their brands,the idol fans go crazy.
They say Idol is giving Idgaf attitude or is seen as rebellious.
Than if thats the case, why they so controlled by their own agency and company and can't speak their mind or give opnions and controlled like robots. Every celebs image is controlled but more so in South Korea.
Its because mostly in south korea ,where majority are misogynistic, racist and all types of phobia , topic for another day.
And so if celebs were allowed to speak and give opinions there would be no one there who would have international brand deals,is the reason why all celebs there are controlled to a point by their agency that is not seen natural to international public.its because they know their behaviour will not go well worldwide ,only in their society and bubble its allowed.
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Book Excerpt: Testament
From the time I was a teenager, I was fascinated with the history of witchcraft in England and its emergence in the early colonies of the future United States. Like many people, my interest in this topic began with learning about the Salem Witch Trials in the early 1690s. Around the same time, I took an interest in learning about the practice of witchcraft itself. I taught myself about traditional witchcraft, Gardnerian wicca, and Italian hereditary witchcraft. I was especially fascinated with the lore of Aradia, known to Italians as the Queen of the Witches. I read books from such well-known authors as Raymond Buckland, Raven Silverwolf, Raven Grimassi, Charles Leland, and many others.
Eventually, I began to wonder if other British colonies in North America suffered a similar witchcraft hysteria. I found that New York, previously known as New Amsterdam, also had a brief witch problem. Similar to Salem, this witch hysteria was motivated by politics and land grabs. There’s very little information regarding the specific details of New York witchcraft cases. I used what details I could find to help me write this book as close to reality as possible. For the rest, I used my imagination.
In this excerpt, Singent Straubb shares the experience of his first day on the job as an apprentice magistrate. In my opinion, this is the most important section of the entire book since it shares Singent’s first impressions of his employer, Magistrate Jacob de Heart, and his fellow co-workers, Blackburn and Sterling.
Journal of Singent Straubb
3d day of August, 1665
It is late in the evening, very late to judge by the fact that mine is the only illuminated window on the street, and I have only just returned home. I would very much like to retire and put this day to an end, but I must record the events of the day now whilst the details are still fresh in my mind. Where ever shall I begin? I suppose it's best to relate the day in its entirety and, once that has all been recorded, I shall better be able to express my feelings, those emotions swimming around in my head that would keep me from unconsciousness even if I were to retire right at this very moment. Speaking of sleep, I slumbered very little last night and I suppose that's just the way of it for anyone about to realize their dream with the next sunrise; I was awake and out of bed long before my father. Hoping to make an exceptionally good first impression, I bathed thoroughly with a sponge and some lye before dressing in my best Sunday suit. I remember thinking to myself as I prepared for the day that my first week's pay must be spent on new clothes and better toiletries. An officer of the courts should certainly be far more presentable than the average citizen. He should be a physical manifestation of the highest principles of law, or so I'd imagined in my dreamy mind.
By the time father was up and preparing for his own day, I was ready and anxious to head out the door to begin my very first day of apprenticeship. It was all he could do to get me to sit down at the breakfast table for a mere five minutes, but I did concede, not wishing to disrespect him so soon after he'd agreed to allow me to pursue this dream of mine. As soon as he placed the fresh milk, steaming eggs, and toasted bread in front of me, my empty belly reminded me that I'd neglected one of the most important morning duties in my excitement. As I ate the prepared meal with enthusiasm, he spoke softly, kindly to me.
“Son, you are about to go out into the world to make your mark as a man and nothing could fill me with more pride.”
I glanced up at him briefly before I gulped down half of the glass of milk. He must have read my thoughts in my expression because he continued:
“Perhaps this isn't the profession I would have chosen for you, but I am proud of you, nonetheless.”
“Thank you, father.”
His benevolent smile, which has very rarely made an appearance in our household since mother's passing, graced his moustache-shrouded lips. “I have every confidence that you will become the fine hard-working and upstanding gentleman that your mother and I have dreamt you would be.”
“I will strive to never disappoint you or to tarnish mother's memory.”
He smiled once more. As that smile faded, he produced his pocket watch and presented it for me to view as he said in mock alarm, “Now go! You mustn't be late on your very first day!”
I was the first to arrive at the courthouse, yet it wasn't long before I was greeted by those same men that had detained my father this past Sunday. They looked mismatched in their fine suits here as I had a better opportunity to see them than I had had outside of the church. The more outspoken of the men introduced himself as Mr. Blackburn. He was easily a foot shorter than his associate, Mr. Sterling, and bigger, bulkier than both Mr. Sterling and myself put together. He wasn't fat though. Far from it. He was solid muscle from head to toe and so fit, in fact, that when he walked, no part of him jiggled with the flabby flesh of obesity. He was bald, which I think added to the menacing, overbearing appearance of the man.
His pale eyes, more the color of a stormy sky than that of a clear ocean, pierced through me in such a way that an icy shiver ran up my spine. His bulbous nose was crooked with crude knots spread along the ridge; it had clearly been broken more than once throughout his life. Also worth noting is the condition of his overgrown hands, which I'd had ample opportunity to observe during our handshake. His hands were harsh. I don't think there is a gentle bone in the man's entire body and, if not for his brutish demeanor, I am certain most would think him little more than a clumsy oaf. The skin was rough as one might expect of a man that had spent a lifetime engaged in hard labor. The knuckles on each hand were red as though the skin had been battered with repeated abuse and they were as scarred as they were discolored. Tiny yet noticeable nicks, scrapes, and abrasions marred his fists in such a way that he could only have obtained such scars from a lifetime spent in a boxing ring or in street brawls.
In some ways, Mr. Sterling was as different from Mr. Blackburn as night from day, yet he seemed just as menacing and as brutal in his own way. He was more than six feet tall, standing, as I've already mentioned, a foot taller than Blackburn. It was nearly impossible to estimate his true height because his lanky body was slouched and, when he was viewed from either side, it seemed that his prominent spine was permanently curved. I remember noticing this, disturbed by just how visible that column of bony ridges appeared beneath a thin layer of skin and clothing. I thought to myself that such a condition was sure to cause problems as he aged into his later years. Lacking the muscle mass of Blackburn, he was as slim as he was tall. His sleek, black hair was trimmed short and I found his emerald eyes to be most misleading as they lent to the impression of a warm, gentle heart even though they were set in that unwavering stoical face. His nose had clearly never been broken, judging by the manner in which the perfectly straight bridge sloped downward. It seemed as though that sloped nose overhung past his thin lips, though I'm sure that was just an illusion created by the dwarfed angle at which I looked up at him. Multiple scars mapped his face from forehead to chin and the depth and length of each marking suggested that they had been left there by sharp blades of knives or swords. The wounds had obviously healed without the benefit of proper medical treatment as the skin had folded over itself and had left more pronounced scars than what should have been formed. Another clue that Sterling was no stranger to knives came when he reached forward to shake my hand. Chance, in the guise of a temperate breeze, blew his jacket open as he extended his right arm in camaraderie, revealing a sheathed bowie knife secured to his leather belt. It was only then, when he'd observed the recognition of the weapon in my own eyes, that those unwaveringly stern lips formed a smile.
These were not nice men and, to be perfectly honest, keeping their company stirred within me feelings of uneasiness, disquietude. I was only too happy to agree when they, at length, suggested escorting me to the magistrate's office.
I felt, as we entered the courthouse, that I was finally going to meet a true legal professional and, better still, I was going to take my rightful place at his side. One can imagine, then, the dismay I felt upon walking into Magistrate de Heart's office and finding him in a state of disarray...to be very polite about it. The office, as one might expect of a newly erected and recently occupied government building, was sparsely decorated with only a single portrait of His Majesty, Charles II, adorning the cream colored walls. In the center of the room sat a massive desk, hand-carved of oak and heavily varnished. Behind that desk, the magistrate sat in a plush, leather chair, which looked more like a throne than a chair suited to a government employee. Papers were scattered across his desk to his left and to his right, but, directly in front of him, there sat a silver serving tray with a half-eaten pig sprawled across its breadth.
As we entered the office following a brief knock, the man behind the desk was passionately devouring one of the sow's legs, his full lips dribbling with grease and slobbering over the meat just as he might slobber over a lover's lips. The sounds of him suckling at his feast, pulling the grease down his greedy gullet, and the noise of his moist lips smacking together as he chewed echoed throughout the chamber. In between bites, he waved an arm toward one of the three vacant seats facing him and motioned for me to join him. As I drew closer, I could see the sweat beading upon his brow; his hairline was so far receded that he may as well have been bald. Although he wore a makeshift paper bib, his black robe was stained with pig grease where the bib could not protect him. Blackburn and Sterling had remained stationed at the door as though they had been assigned to guard the magistrate. Jacob de Heart picked up and dropped the serving tray, urging the men forward with a chubby, grease-soaked hand.
“Get this slop out of here!”
Sterling removed the tray as Blackburn used a fresh rag to help the magistrate clean himself.
“Forgive me, but I had not had the chance to breakfast this morning, thanks in no small measure to my bothersome wife.”
“I understand, Magistrate.”
“You are my new apprentice. Are you not?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied with the utmost zeal. “Singent Straubb, with two B's.”
“Well, Singent Straubb with two B's, how much do you know of this court and your position herein?”
“My father, upon informing me of the position, had very little information for me. I do know, through my own researches, that the Court of Assizes is here established only recently and that its purpose is as ecclesiastical as it is legal.”
“Come again?”
“Oh...Well, sir, it's my understanding that this court's function is to investigate and try instances of witchcraft and heresy. Is that not so?”
Magistrate de Heart nodded. “It is. As well, English law, under which we must operate, demands that the accused be tried by two magistrates. The truth of the matter, Straubb, is that His Majesty couldn't be bothered with the day to day workings of these colonies. He is aware, as are we all, that, for the most part, a great many of the colonists are tax evaders, criminals...undesirables. He does, however, expect English law to be strictly enforced.”
Magistrate de Heart glanced up at Blackburn and Sterling ever so briefly as he'd uttered those last two words. I took the exchange to mean there had been disciplinary problems with the men in recent history.
“It is this contradiction that has led His Majesty to insist upon these trials without having provided for the necessary regulations. As it is becoming more troublesome to find established magistrates willing to come to these abhorrent colonies, I have taken it upon myself to retain an apprentice magistrate. That is you, boy.”
“I understand. I am most eager to begin.”
"What know you of English law?”
“Everything!”
“Everything?” The magistrate's robust laughter was so deafening in the small chamber that it was nearly impossible to hear Blackburn and Sterling chuckling from behind.
“What I mean to say, sir, is that I have been studying the law since I was a small boy. I am familiar with most principles and procedures.”
“And the witchcraft laws? Are you equally familiar with them?”
“No, sir. I must confess that I am not.”
“I would be very much surprised if you were as there are none.”
“Sir?”
“Don't misunderstand me, boy. There are regulations for the establishment of this tribunal, but much of what we do will be governed by the actions of the Dutch in their recent trials.”
“I see.”
“And do you still feel up to this task?”
“I do, sir.”
“Time will tell, boy.” The magistrate arose from his chair with no small measure of struggle and the chair itself creaked and groaned with relief upon being unburdened of his massive weight. Drawing the handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped the remaining pig grease from his lips and jowls. “We have a guest awaiting our attention.”
“A guest, Magistrate?”
I arose as well, turning in time to see this 50-something year old minister of justice glance at his fellows, both of whom had maintained their positions at the door. The magistrate's grin at these two men left me with an uneasy feeling for what reason I could not fathom. Though I momentarily felt foolish for being so suspicious of my employer, the ensuing chuckles of Blackburn and Sterling once again set the hairs upon my neck prickling afresh. I tried reminding myself that I knew nothing of these men -for good or for ill- and that they all were, as a matter of fact, officers of a most high court. Yet, I still could not shake the wariness I felt in their presence. I told myself that it would be quite foolhardy to act or even to speak upon these suspicions, but, as I am generally a good judge of character, I had determined to observe these men with a cautious eye until my suspicions were either confirmed or disproved. My thoughts were interrupted when the magistrate spoke to me upon leading our party from the office.
“Our guest, Straubb, is a neger slave by the name of Tiekka, accused of heresy and of the practice of voodoo.”
“May I know the details of this case?”
“Here.” He handed me a stack of neatly arranged papers, each page filled with the writings of a female hand to be judged by the bubbly beatific cursive known to be most common amongst women. “The statement of Tiekka's employer and only friend in all of this great colony.”
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The BlackList Season 10 Release Date : Everything You Need To Know
The Blacklist's 9th season of the hit series will air on October 21st, 2021. It was renewed in 2021 early for another season (via Deadline). The long-running crime drama has long been loved by fans who are captivated by the main character's mysterious, captivating central mystery.
"The Blacklist", which was inspired by Whitey Bulger , a Boston mobster, has been a unique procedural because of its unique perspective.
Former showrunner John Eisendrath said to Collider, "One of the most enjoyable things about working on shows like this is trying out how a criminal would view things."
Season 9 will premiere this fall. Viewers may be curious about The Blacklist Season 10. After another season filled with shocking betrayals, unexpected plot twists and shocking revelations, what will the show look like? This is what we know so far about Season 10, the cast and plotlines of "The Blacklist."
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The Blacklist Season 9 : How It Ends ?
Red reads to Liz's little girl Agnes a story at the end of "Boukman Baptiste." At Isabella's home, Dembe does the exact same thing for his granddaughter Elle. Many people believe that Katarina, a writer for The Blacklist, has confirmed that Liz is her mother.
This scene between two men reading a book to their grandchildren could be another clue as to Red's identity. These books are intriguing as well. Red is currently reading Agnes Pippi Longstocking by Agnes Pippi Longstocking. This story tells the story of a nine-year old girl who lives with her monkey and horse as pets.
Pippi is lively and loves to share stories about her adventures. Like Agnes, her mother died when Pippi was young. Red is told by Pippi that her mother is watching over Pippi in this section. Pippi was also lost at sea by her father, leaving her orphaned like Agnes.
Dembe reads to Elle from L. Frank Baum’s The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Dembe quotes a passage from the ending of the story, when Oz asks the Lion for courage. Oz tells the Lion bravery is when you face danger even though you are terrified.
When Will the Blacklist Season 10 Be Released?
The Blacklist Season 10 Release Date
As of right now, there is no release date for the tenth series of The Blacklist. If we could estimate a release date for the series, it would be in 2023. These are just speculations. We will have to wait until the official announcement about when the series will arrive.
If you haven’t yet watched the series, check out this promo for Season 9.
The Blacklist Season 10 Plot
We got a hint about what The Blacklist season 10 might be all about in the Season 9 finale. We now expect the series will move beyond Raymond Reddington's quest to vengeance on the murderer of Liz Keen. Marvin Gerard was briefly reunited with Wujing (aka no. The blacklist number 84 shows Wujing as the suspect. He stated that he is currently serving life without parole.
Wujing plans to escape, but he must get to the courthouse to do so. He has no reason not to be heard by the judge. Marvin gives Wujing the reason he needs. Marvin is released from prison and shoots and kills him. But, before his death, Marvin tells Wujing that Red was the reason they were all locked up in prison. With the support of all the criminals who were wronged by Red, Wujing manages to escape the prison and decides that Raymond Reddington should be killed. The next season will see Wujing and the other criminals pursuing Red and plotting to kill him.
Cast of The Blacklist Season 10
The next season will see some of the most prominent characters return, including:
James Spader is Raymond Red Reddington
Diego Klattenhoff is Donald Ressler
Harry Lennix and Harold Cooper
Amir Arison, an actor who played Aram Mojtabi over the past nine seasons of the show, has also quit the show. He is preparing for his next project, The Kite Runner, where he will be playing the starring role as Amir. Laura Sohn, the FBI agent Alina park for the last three seasons, will also be leaving the show.
Arison stated in a statement to Deathline that "It has been such an honor to play Aram Mojibai for 9 year on The Blacklist. It is not lost upon me how fortunate I am to have had the opportunity to work and grow with a role with this amazing cast, crew, writers, and producers. However, I couldn't pass up the chance to fulfill a childhood dream and be on Broadway as 'Amir' in The Kite Runner. The stage adaptation is both stunning and timely. Aram is still alive and well with the possibility of a return at some point. This was supported by my producers, network, and studio. It feels organic story-wise with the events of the past season to take that step, and it couldn't be better.
The Blacklist season 10 trailer: When can I watch it?
No release date means no trailer for the moment.
Sorry, guys.
Keep your eyes and ears peeled for our update, because you'll see it here first.
The Blacklist's Age Rating
The Blacklist is TV-PG rated, meaning it contains content parents might find inappropriate for their children's ages. Parents may wish to share it with their younger children.
Parents may need to supervise the theme and/or the program may contain some suggestive dialog, infrequent coarse language, certain sexual situations, and moderate violence.
The Blacklist airs Fridays on NBC and is yet to get a release in the UK.
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You’re Wet, You’re Naked
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
A/N: Here’s Part 3 of Charlie spending a hot smutty night with his biggest fan Y/N! This fic is also my next entry for @band–psycho’s Bingo Challenge! In this Part 3, now that Charlie has read some of the smut that you’ve written about him... you’ll get to reenact those filthy fantasies with him 😜
Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, teasing, punishment, spanking, dom!Charlie
Request: This anon request + separate request from @rayslittlekitten (Charlie reading smutty fanfics)
Bingo Square Filled: Losing a bet
Word Count: 2.9k
… Continued from Part 2 [Read Here]
Charlie Hunnam is having entirely too much fun scrolling through your whole collection of sin.
And he’s still convinced that he’s going to win. He’s determined. Thinks that if he digs deep enough, into some of the dirtiest stuff, he’ll find some kind of content that will make you die of embarrassment.
“Hmm, apparently this Miss ‘Y/N’ is a glutton for punishment...” he remarks, noting that it’s a theme in a lot of your works. Pronouncing ‘Y/N’ like ‘Wyenne’ as if she’s a real woman.
“Well, Miss ‘Y/N’ won’t tolerate that tone of judgment, Mr. Hunnam. She loves getting spanked and has no fucking shame,” you huff, acting all confident and tough. “And you do know that those letters stand for ‘your name’?”
“Yeah, I’m getting a sense of the whole reader-insert thing. But who ever said I was judging?”
“That smirk on your stupidly beautiful face, for one thing.”
“Hey, listen—if I’m gonna judge Miss ‘Y/N’ for anything...” he taunts, as he skims through the first piece of fiction that you’d ever written about his character from The Gentlemen, Raymond, “...it’s the fact that she’s apparently obsessed with being called a filthy little cunt.”
... Oh no. You suddenly feel like a damn tomato, which is exactly what Sir Hunnam wants.
He’s basically just won; you should’ve known to never doubt him. Your desire for this man to call you ‘cunt’ is really not even the kinkiest of kinks you have about him—no, not even close—but somehow it just feels embarrassing as fuck and he just knows.
“What’s the matter darling? Thought you’re proud of all your kinks.”
“I am, but—”
“Mmm, but what?” he sneers, pulling you near, lips brushing up against your ear. “You’re getting all bothered and hot. Did I just hit the fucking jackpot? Tell me, slut.”
“You’ll never get me to admit embarrassment, if that’s what you want.”
“Oh, but I always get what I want,” he goads you on, as all your walls start crumbling down. He’s won, without a doubt. “So stop fucking around. ‘Cause if I can’t win a confession from this pretty little mouth... guess I’ll just have to win it from your naughty little cunt.”
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Conveniently, the limousine ride is now done, and Charlie Fucking Hunnam takes you up to his hotel room for a night of filthy fun. There’s a special private entrance for celebrities to make sure that you won’t be seen by anyone. He literally sweeps you off your feet, like it’s your damn wedding or something as he whisks you to his swanky penthouse suite.
Apparently he’s feeling quite inspired and has a raging erection, from the smut that he just read from your collection, which was straight up pornographic. It’s clear that he intends to bring those fantasies to life and work his magic.
By the time you stumble through the door, you’re moaning like a whore, and ready to go at it. “But Charlie, we—we can’t reenact that fic...”
“Why the hell not, you little slut? I thought it’s what you’d want...” he grunts, as you both tumble down onto the mattress. Your skin and his are separated only by a few layers of fabric. He’s planning to act out the fic about Raymond dishing out smutty punishment, now that he knows just what a slut you are for spanking and for being called a cunt. His dirty talk is such a drug and you’re an addict.
“Because in that fic ‘Y/N’ never gets to suck on her man’s dick.”
Charlie’s suit-clad physique is pressed against your dress so that you can feel every perfect inch of him. “...And that’s a problem?”
It’s no secret how badly you want him. “I’ve only been dreaming about your big cock in my mouth every night of my life, Mr. Hunnam.”
Those words off your lips fucking fire him up, as the dominant side of him starts to erupt. With a growl he lifts off of your body and stands at the foot of the bed, removing his suit jacket. Looking down at your body as if it’s an object for him to corrupt. Made for him to attack it.
“Why don’t you get down on the floor, you dirty little whore,” he says, watching as you eagerly obey. Your butt is burning up with the need for this sex god to smack it. “That’s it, on all fours. Hands and knees. With that pretty ass facing towards me.”
This is so much like the setup for your fic with Raymond Smith and you have never been so horny. Pussy soaking so intensely as you relive what you wrote in your own stories. Charlie’s hardly gotten started, and already you are probably dripping through your panties all across the carpet, sorry you’re not even sorry.
Of course he loves to see you following his orders in a hurry. Pours on praise that has your senses going blurry. “Such a perfect little slut for me...”
You whimper in submission, as you get into position. You are in literal heaven—except for the fact that from this angle you can’t witness his perfection. Of course you try to turn your head in his direction; thankfully he makes it easier by moving now to stand in front of you so you can look up at his magnificent face and his massive fucking erection.
He then begins unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants, and you are filled with the most all-consuming need you’ve ever felt, utterly hypnotized with every move of his masterful hands. The thought of laying eyes on his cock has you in a trance. And maybe more than just your loving gaze—maybe you’ll get a fucking taste, if he commands...
This isn’t how your Raymond fic began, the fic that led Charlie to win your little bet. He’ll get back into it again. But just for now he’d rather go off-script instead. He’s focused on that thing you said, when you were spread beneath him on the bed. How you’ve been wanting for so long to give him head.
“So you’ve been dreaming of this big cock in that slutty mouth of yours?” he teases, as his right hand reaches in his pants and squeezes. “Just how badly do you want it, whore?”
“Sir, there is nothing I want more...” you breathlessly implore.
“It’s everything you live for? Everything you’ve ever dreamed?”
All you can do is nod, submitting to this god, desperately kneeling. By now you’re thirsting to the absolute extreme and bursting at the seams. Your mind is reeling. Here you are at the mercy of Sir Charlie Hunnam, and damn, there is no better feeling.
“Mmm, well maybe it’s time to stop dreaming...” he declares, destroying you with his stare, blue eyes gleaming, promising you hell and heaven and taking you there, “...‘cause baby, you’re about to get the real thing.”
And so you are. When Charlie finally whips out his perfect cock, so long and thick and pink and hard as a damn rock... you die of shock. You’re seeing stars. The piece of meat throbbing in front of you is beautiful as fuck. This is hands down the greatest moment of your life so far. You can’t believe your luck.
“What’re you waiting for, you filthy whore?” he quips, wrapping his fist around his shaft and slowly guiding it toward your thirsty lips. “Now open up that pretty mouth of yours and suck.”
Never have you obeyed an order any faster. You could seriously spend your whole life servicing your master. Swirling your tongue around the tip, eyes rolling back into your skull, in pleasure as you savor the flavor of his arousal, wrapping your lips around his thick girth in an act of total worship, taking him deeper down your throat than you’d have thought physically possible.
Admiring the view, Charlie smirks devilishly down at you, the evil fucking bastard. You both groan in satisfaction, getting off on your reactions. He knows that he is your whole world. That you’d do anything to serve him as his dirty little girl.
“Mmm yeah, right there...” he snarls, twining his fingers in your hair, the husky rumble of his voice making your toes curl. On the next upstroke you pull back to tease your tongue around the pink tip with a playful little twirl, then quickly seal your lips around his length again to take him deeper than you’ve ever fucking dared. Gorging yourself on his enormous, gorgeous cock. And all the while your eyes are locked. “Ughh holy fuck—right fucking there...”
At this rate his gigantic dick will probably break your jaw and you don’t even fucking care.
Reading your mind, he swiftly strips out of his shirt, so you can look upon his sculpted upper body which is honestly divine, so goddamn beautiful it hurts. The sight of Charlie Fucking Hunnam’s chiseled muscles just intensifies your thirst. You love him so much you could die, expressing that as passionately as you can with every movement of your mouth as you kneel down between his thighs, gaze up at him with wide unblinking eyes. Completely motherfucking mesmerized.
“My God, you’re perfect...” Charlie moans as you continue with your service. Clearly loves the way you’re worshiping his dick just like a good little slut should. “So good... so fucking good...”
He’s buried deep inside your throat, and from the luscious way he pulsates on your tongue you know he’s ready to explode. Reaching around to grab his ass, taking those firm muscular globes within your grasp, you make sure that he stays in place and wordlessly beg him to feed you with his load.
“Mmm...” he hums, smiling suggestively as he caresses your cheek with a smooth sweep of his thumb, “...does my perfect little cockslut want some cum?”
Even if you could talk, even if your mouth weren’t so stuffed full of his cock, you’d be struck dumb.
“Wait just a few more seconds,” Charlie taunts, “and let me fuck this pretty face of yours, you dirty fucking whore. Why don’t you reach down and play with your cunt. Touch yourself till that sweet pussy squirts out all over the floor.”
Oh holy fuck—before you can even process what he just said, he grabs a firm hold of your head, and starts to ferociously hammer your mouth with his huge rock hard cock. He’s thrusting so fast you can’t even keep the pace to slurp and suck. You didn’t think your throat could take him any further, but he shows you just how wrong you were.
And it’s all that you can do to follow orders, reaching up your dress and into your panties to rub your pussy while he furiously face-fucks you like bloody fucking murder.
Given what this man is doing to your face, pounding you into a submissive haze... all it takes is a few flicks of your fingers on your clit to cause you to start cumming all over the place. In all your days, until today you didn’t know you were a squirter.
“That’s a good little cunt,” he grunts, taking such pleasure in what he just witnessed, that suddenly he himself reaches his finish. Shoots his sweet creamy load down your throat as you swallow down every drop of it like nobody’s business. So fucking delicious. “Mmm, is this what you want? Yeah, know it is. Take that cum while you sit there all soaked in your juices.”
His dirty talk is fucking ruthless. Gets off on the fact that he just made you do this. Once he finally slips out of your mouth you attempt to thank him for the privilege, of serving as his little cock-sucking bitch, but your cum-slathered tongue has become absolutely useless.
That mind-blowing session of sucking his dick... you can’t believe that that just happened. It was so far beyond anything that you’d ever imagined, ever written in your fics.
Speaking of which—you know that he still plans to finish what he’d started with that fic about the punishment, and calling you a cunt. Even though you just came the thought of that already makes your pussy twitch. It’s everything you want.
He doesn’t waste a second, getting you into position for another round of wrecking. Lifting you up off of the floor to throw you down onto the sumptuous king bed. Recalling those words he had said, during his talk show interview—wet and naked—two words that had inevitably made him think of you.
Now that he has you in his bed, he can do literally anything he wants to do. “So you’re already plenty wet... I think it’s time we get you naked.”
Charlie is handling you like a goddamn rag doll and you cannot fucking take it. Somehow every move he makes is carefully steady and soft, even when he’s terribly rough. You don’t know how he manages to make you feel like your whole body is a precious treasure even as he breaks it. Makes you feel more alive than ever and yet... super fucking dead.
“How much do you fancy this pretty little dress, princess?” he asks, reaching beneath the cloth to grope your ass, as he hovers above you on the bed. “Would it be alright if I just... rip it to shreds?”
“God, yes...” you gasp, melting into the mattress, as he takes a fistful of the fabric in his grasp. And does exactly as he said he would. The sensation of your dress getting savagely torn to pieces feels ridiculously good.
Your bra and panties follow afterwards. Leaving you naked like a whore, exposing your glistening core. Charlie looks down at it with such insatiable thirst. “You know I’m gonna spend the whole damn night eating this sweet pussy of yours...” he purrs, which sounds like such a blessing and a curse—you can already tell that he’ll be edging you to death and telling you to keep yourself from cumming till you fucking burst. “But first—”
He suddenly flips you over, grabbing hold of your shoulders, and repositioning your body on all fours.
It’s finally time to reenact that fic of course.
“First I’m gonna have to punish you for being such a filthy fucking cunt,” he sneers, sinful lips pressed against your ear. “For writing all that smutty fiction, all those pornographic words. These kinky fantasies about me that made you cringe in embarrassment. I’m gonna have to spank this naughty little ass until it hurts.”
“Yes, sir...” you yelp, your inner slut unable to be helped, trembling in pleasure.
He’s leaning over you now from behind, blowing your mind. “Now is that what you want? Are you done fucking around, cunt?”
“Yes, sir...!” again you answer, powerless to say anything else before your master.
“That’s a good slut,” he mutters as he slides his palm across the bare skin of your butt. “You gonna be my perfect little whore? Take everything I have in store, and beg for more?”
Before you can even say ‘yes sir’ yet again... the punishment begins.
Sir Charlie Hunnam doesn’t need you to respond, to know that this shit is exactly what you want. You scream in ecstasy, fulfilling all your fantasies, each time his hand comes down. Don’t even bother keeping count. You lose all sense of your sanity, and your whole fucking identity, here in the presence of someone so unimaginably dominant.
“That’s it, cunt. Take your punishment,” he taunts, his words and actions straight out of the smut that you had written about Raymond. Spanks you raw until your skin is fucking flaming. Every second of this experience with him is even better than the fiction. You could never have imagined such a heavenly sensation of submission.
It goes without saying that you don’t get to have another orgasm till Charlie gives permission. Thankfully he himself is near the edge as well; from his heated breathing and the feeling of his throbbing cock when it brushes against your skin you can just tell. And he wants both of you to come undone at the same time again. So he gets into position...
But in the moment just before he plunges in and splits you open, as you have always been hoping... he leans in to whisper words into your ear, which are for sure the hottest thing that you will ever fucking hear: “Now Miss Y/N—I’m gonna fuck you better than any damn thing you’ve ever written.”
That is a promise and you both know it. And you can’t fucking wait for him to show it. Fuck you in ways that take you someplace far beyond the filthy fantasies of fanfiction.
And that is how your love affair with Charlie Hunnam began—how you lost a bet, ended up in his bed, wet and naked, just as he had said. It’s a night you won’t ever forget... one that you hope will happen again...
You may not know it yet, but Charlie hopes that too. Already knows he’ll never get enough of you. This is the first but hopefully not the last night you’ll get to spend. Lucky for you two—unlike any piece of fanfiction that finishes once Miss Y/N is done playing pretend—this real-life romance that you’ve started... never has to end.
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“You can’t judge a book by its cover. But you can by its first few chapters, and certainly by its last.” -Red
What does this last chapter tell us?
While I know we have another season to go, to watch our beloved characters mourn, change, and ultimately grow, this was the last chapter of “The Blacklist” as we know it.
This last chapter (this season) was at times: confusing, exciting, heartwarming, confounding, frustrating, and heartbreaking. I’m still wrapping my head around it.
To the fans: I am sorry. I got into this show this year. I am heartbroken. I can’t imagine what fans, who invested eight years, blogs, fics, lives, into this show must feel. I ask myself, “do I wish I had never even seen this show at all?” It’s easy to wish the pain away. But when the pain dies down, something good must have come from it all, right? It changed us in some ways - maybe confidence, maybe wardrobe choices, maybe friendships, along the way. There were good stories in there through the years to inspire.
To the writers and producers: In the wise words of Ron Swanson, “Don’t confuse drama with happiness.” Don’t confuse high drama with good storytelling. Don’t confuse the fact that the fandom is engaged and talking about that finale as if you have done a good job (the alternative being a flat, predictable end). Yes, you moved people, most to tears. You broke their hearts. You told a tragedy. You also made your fans question the last eight seasons, and their role in it. You didn’t inspire us with this last chapter. You made us ask ourselves, “was it all a lie?” Meaning, was our investment in this story all for naught? I’d be willing to bet the majority of your female audience needed to see Liz Keen in their lives, needed her bravery, vulnerability, and ability to pick herself up and dust herself off and try again. If what we ultimately get at the end of this show is Reddington’s redemption, that’s not enough. We needed to see the female win something. She lost.
Raymond Reddington said, “Value Loyalty Above All Else.” What about the die hard fandom? What did their loyalty get them in the end? Where was the show’s loyalty to its fan base, still hanging on after all this time when others stopped watching? One thing I came to love about this show very quickly, was how smart it was - it didn’t pander to the audience; there was no contrived, hokey crap. Giving your fans a satisfying ending, does not mean it has to be puppy dogs and rainbows. It doesn’t have to be a zero sum game. The storytellers here decided to write the tragedy, because not all stories have a happy ending. But after the year we’ll all had, a little ray of sunshine wouldn’t have been so terrible.
I came to this show this year, drawn in by Keenler. I realized this love story was a C storyline, and would not get as much screen time as I would like (or it deserved), but week after week I craved more of it. I jumped head first into the deep end. The finale was heartbreaking. I never cry. I cried through the episode, I sobbed afterward. I sobbed the next day and the next. I can’t re-watch that last scene; I can’t listen to that beautiful music composed specifically for that scene. It’s too emotional. I can’t re-watch those beautiful Keenler scenes, like the Wing Yee dinner in the office. Now, it’s tainted.
Individually, the characters on the show are great, but we found out this season that the spark of the show, Megan Boone as Liz Keen, is what ignited the story in each of them. Yes, we will tune in to Season 9 to initially watch Ressler (I could watch Diego read the phone book), but it was Ressler as he related to Liz that made his character come to life. Every look he gave Liz, every hero moment, was in relation to her, how it advanced their characters’ relationship from one of mistrust to complete trust.
I don’t think I will ever understand the business of show, the sausage making, the deals, the games they play. I wish those nuts and bolts of the business didn’t interfere with the storytelling, but we all know they do.
I have to thank Alyblacklist and her tumblr for EVERYTHING. She fueled this fire for me. I hope she gets some closure - the powers that be should recognize that.
I will continue to wrap my head around the “why” of it all. I will tune in to Season 9 to see how they explain some things or at least talk through the hurt (at this point I don’t care anymore about the mythology - too little, too late). I hope people continue to post good stories from the show - BTS, bloopers, actor info and news - those things act as a salve for the wounds left by the finale.
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Mika & Terran argument
I haven't shared an excerpt in a while and I got a good amount done last week.
I'm not sure how much context to give. Reminder of the basic premise that Terran faked Raymond' death and never told Mika, Raymond's twin sister, that he was alive. That's all come out now, and Terran has to face to consequences of keeping it from her. Terran at one point in the scene gives a recap of the preceding events.
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When I headed to the hotel, bag of Mika’s things over my shoulder and the folder and birth certificates tucked in the pocket of my jacket, I traveled through back alleys. Staying out of the more public areas may not have actually been safer, but it felt it. I knew when someone was following me through the messy side streets more than I did on the busy main streets.
I paused when I saw Mika.
I’d been coming to see both of them, but I’d expected them to be in the room. Mika was sitting on the steps of an abandoned shop that shared an employee parking lot with the Veranda. She hadn’t seen me yet. She was wearing the same jacket she had on yesterday and her hair was in a braid swung over her shoulder. A gray cat was nuzzling its face into her hand, and I could see the edge of a smile.
My presence would ruin that smile.
But it seemed stupid to sneak past her, and we were otherwise fairly alone. So I approached her, keeping a few feet back before announcing myself.
“Mika.”
Her head snapped towards me, the sudden movement making the cat back away. The hint of a smile left and turned back into the hatred she always shot at me. Without speaking to me, she turned back into the cat. “Yes, that’s right. Run away, you know when someone’s dangerous, don’t you?” she said.
I hoisted the bag off my arm. “I have your things. Clothes. Toothbrush. Pajamas. That facial stuff in the bathroom.” I trailed off.
“Well, I’m not keeping it out here, am I?” she said, not accepting the bag, so I put it back over my shoulder.
I didn’t know what to say. “Where’s Raymond?”
She turned back to look at me. Her eyes narrowed. “Oh really? You’re asking me now? How the tables have turned. Shall I lie and say he’s—“ Her own emotions cut her off, not able to say it even to accuse me. I watched as she swallowed hard, knowing what it felt like. She crossed her arms. “Abigail called.”
“Shit,” I muttered. I knew he’d agreed to do whatever and help them find the trove, but so soon?
Mika didn’t say anything, just stared in angry silence.
I wanted him here. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted him to tell me why Zachary was wrong. And I was still so tired. I’d noticed my body aching on the walk over here.
“You know what? Give me the bag. Thanks a lot, and fuck off.” Mika said. She stood up and held out her hand for it.
I was really tired of her being mad at me. “I’m sorry, should I not have saved your brother?” I snapped. I swung the bag off my shoulder and let it fall to the ground between us. “Before you were mad at me because I did. Now you’re mad that I didn’t, make up your mind.” I could feel myself saying stupid, hurtful things, adding fuel.
“Oh, this is just my wildest dream, isn’t it? That the one person I attempted to trust has been keeping this from me—“
“Oh and it took you how long to extend the slightest olive branch?”
“You should have told me. You should have told me day of, I deserved to know.”
“Mika, do you really not get our situation? I know you know it. I know you know that this is all fucking life or death, you recognized that we’re both terrified. You think I kept this from you for fun, to watch you squirm? I kept it from you to protect him.”
“Because I’m a danger? You think I would put him in danger?”
I balled my fists, holding them at my sides. “You did exactly that, Mika!”
“Oh this whole Judge situation? You think I want him being used like this?” She looked me over. She took a step down the stairs she’d been sitting on and shook her head. “He’s doing this for you. He’s being an idiot.”
“I’m sorry, who was tied to a chair and who was willingly handing over the trove? Do you know how mad Zachary would be if he found out about that? Do you know realize that that’s why the Judge wants Raymond?”
“No,” she shook her head.
“Mika, you handed it over to them! That didn’t look coerced to me.”
“No. That’s on you.” She insisted.
And this was ridiculous. Maybe I’d starting saying things to be hurtful and angry, but that was so blatantly false. “Let me recap for you. I sneak into their room to free Jodi, who was your freind. I get caught, tied up, and paralyzed. You walk in on your own volition and hand over tot he judge a whisper full of information, which Raymond is forced to interpret in exchange for my life. Please explain to me how this is on me.”
I can see tears in Mika’s eyes, and for a moment I think it’s because I’m right. But she shakes her head again. Stubborn as always.
“Terran, why do you think I was doing that?” She asked, this time her voice cracking a little instead of pure anger. “You think I thought it’d be fun to betray Zachary? You think I thought Oh, I sure hate working for him, how about I got help out the guy in charge instead? You gave me no other choice. You made it so I was alone, just like I had been ever since you took him from me. Don’t deny that—even if you didn’t kill him, you took him from me. Why do you think I reached out? And you pushed me away again. That was supposed to give me freedom. You think I would have put Raymond in danger if I’d known?” She turned away to hide wiping an eye with her sleeve. “And what, I’m supposed to trust you now? What else would you keep from me?”
I couldn’t find a reply to that. Her words sunk in. I remembered how she’d tried to reach out, to help me find Jodi only for me to push her away… to avoid her running into Raymond. And maybe I’d been wrong this whole time. She could keep a secret. Maybe I should have told her.
I’d never cared until now how much she hated me. She was hating me for something I didn’t do, so I never took it personally. Never even really cared, for a long time, it wasn’t very important what she thought. But now she was hating me for exactly what I had done. And the hurt that Raymond’s death had caused her… that I’d caused her… that didn’t just go away with his return to her life.
I dropped focus. “I’m sorry,” I said. I avoided meeting her eyes, just started at the ground. “You’re right. I should have told you. I should have told you a long time ago. I should have trusted you and not pushed you away.” I sat down on the stoop. “When I did that, when I saved him, it was the first good thing I ever did. I wanted to protect him, but I was also protecting myself. It was easier to keep you in the dark.” I fiddled with the zipper of my jacket. She didn’t say anything. I found myself continuing talking. “You and Raymond were so good at knowing what the right thing to do is. I watch you do all this and see how much you hate it, because you know it’s wrong. But I’ve only known that based on you guys’s example.”
The cat Mika had been petting, that had disappeared at some point, suddenly jumped up next to me. It curled next to me, a small warm body against my leg.
Mika let out a sigh. “Just don’t keep anymore secrets,” she said.
I reached over to the cat, running my hands cautiously over its body. I know they sometimes bite without warning, but the cat just lifted its had and looked at me.
I wasn’t sure if that meant we were okay, apology accepted. I glanced at her, but her expression was unreadable, as she just stared at the cat. At least he wasn’t angry or crying. “Zachary and I burned your house down,” I said. I looked back at the cat, which had relaxed again. I stroked its forehead. So soft.
“I figured he had,” she said, taking it much better than I’d thought she would. “He’s burned you before, too, hasn’t he?”
She’d asked me that back then, in the bathroom, when I’d helped her.
The memories twisted in my gut, but I kept stroking the cat and it was easier to say. “Yes. Before you and Raymond arrived, it was pretty common. But it was to teach me.”
Mika sat down next to me. She reached over and pet the cat under its chin, and it leaned its head towards her. “You didn’t deserve that.”
“It’s okay,” I brushed it off instinctually.
“Yes, burn a child to teach him a lesson, that’s totally fine and normal.”
“To teach me to be an assassin. To survive,” I argued.
“Fine,” she said. Then, she added, “You look like crap, you know.”
I managed a small smile at that. “Yeah, I didn’t sleep very well.”
“And poured energy into him yesterday,” she added. I’d forgotten about that. “Of course you’re drained.” A pause. “Did you come here just to bring my stuff or did you want him for some reason?”
“I wanted to bring your stuff” I said. But now that I was trying to be honest, I added, “And I didn’t really want to just stay at home.”
“Now there’s a sentiment I can get behind,” she said.
The cat decided it was bored of us and stood, walked behind Mika, and then let away.
“I found something else,” I said, remembering what was in my jacket pocket. I reached in and pulled out both things. The birth certificate I handed over first. “From your old house,” I explained. “I thought you might need it if you do manage to leave.”
Hint of a grin. “Thanks,” she said. She read it over, then folded along the seams and stuck it in the bag of her things.
“I also found this,” I said, taking out the folder. I tilted it towards her.
“What is it?” She asked, but she opened the envelope, and I waited for her to discover it herself. “A journal?”
“Your mom’s.” Suddenly I was afraid I’d lost something by giving it to her— what if she didn’t want me to read it? “I haven’t read it. But I think there’s stuff about my parents in there, too.”
She stroked a hand over the book. “Let’s go inside,” she said. “We can look through them together.”
Thank god. It was just as good as saying she forgave me. I gave her a smile— I think a real smile, for the first time with her— and stood, following her into the Veranda.
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Family Shatters Episode One, Shattersquad Needs A Pet
So! Family Shatters is finally out! And I’m here to provide a run down of the episode and my general thoughts! If you don’t want spoilers, you should blacklist the tags RvB Spoilers or/and Family Shatters Spoilers I’ve been waiting awhile for this! So let’s jump into it!!
First off, before going into anything about the plot or writing I’ll just say it up front that the animation is not very good. The characters move very unnaturally, there’s parts where there chestplates bend, and it’s all very uncanny. There are a couple walk cycles that are okay but overall the animation just does not feel right. I still think they should have done ACTUAL machinima for Family Shatters, it would have fit the vibes MUCH better. Okay, now onto the plot!
It’s all in the title! Shattersquad needs a pet! One and Raymond have made a PowerPoint about why Shattersquad should be able to get a pet:
I find the reasonings very silly! My favorites being “Someone to blame property damage on!” and “West can take care of it during College!” Implying that the Shatterteens are all going to just go to collage at some point which…may have just given me an idea for an AU!
Eitherway, One and Axel want a dog! Axel wants a very very specific dog and that’s like, his whole thing of relevance lmao. And Ray, East, and Phase want a cat! Phase’s reasoning being “they have knives for hands!” and East’s being “their purrs lower your blood pressure.” It’s nice that they have different reasonings! (Also look how East is sitting in this shot, what a goof I love her xP)
East and Phase also definitely have a “Spooky Twin” thing going on. In this shot, they just magically pop up behind Raymond to talk about why they should get a cat. And they have a shot where they say the same thing and move in the same animation.
“That’s Three votes for Cat!” “You guys can’t BOTH have a vote!!” “WHY NOT?” “Because you’re the same person?!”
Okay while that WAS silly, East and Phase seemed to be kinda upset upon being told that. Even if this is noncanonical I really like that they’re both trying to be their own person! This would be like telling Alpha and Epsilon only one of them could vote for the Rs and Bs pet, and that just wouldn’t be fair!
Anywho, West has to ruin a good thing as per usual, and shuts down their Pet Talk. Bringing up the point that they’ve actually already killed a pet. Tiny’s goldfish, bubbles “I LEAVE. FOR ONE WEEK.” “I TRIED MY BEST D:” One sounds a bit horrified when she tries to defend herself, most of the VA work still isn’t wonderful but that was rather good! West ends up hanging them a rock with google eyes and they leaves the room.
So now Shattersquad is without a pet! Oh what a cruel world they li—
Andddd Phase apparently already has a cat! She’s had it as a secret for a WHILE! As “I’ve found it’s better not to ask for permission” And is that here room in the back?
It sure is!! And judging by the bunk beds, she shares a room with East! I wonder who sleeps on the bottom bunk with the plushie…? The top bunk does NOT look like it’s made what so ever so I’m keen to guess the bottom bunk is East’s lol. Eitherway, Phase walks back into their room and Raymond and One run off to go get a dog And we get this horrifying shot of Raymond holding a cat with suspenders that I assume is from their PowerPoint
And that’s the episode! Overall…? It was okay! The animation was a bit…really kinda bad, and some dialogue and VA work was clunky, but overall I did like the writing more then some episodes of RvB18! And it got a couple laughs out of me, like when Phase just pops up in the hallway with her cat while One and Ray are walking. I just hope they put more work into the animation, it’s extremely jarring at times. But I think this is a good direction for Shattersquad! Just being goofs! It’s what I’ve missed about RvB, and while it still doesn’t totally feel like a proper RvB episode, I think it’s a step in the right direction! Plus I just…love seeing my Pink and Purple girls again, I’m really hoping for a Shitty Love Triangle episode about them and One xD. That’s all for now! I have to…go actually prepare that content I need to, haha!
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Enjoy your dinner.
Movie: The Gentlemen
Characters: Raymond Smith x Reader
Categories: Teasing
you’re reading part one | part two
Takes place a few weeks before the movie timeline.
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3rd Person P.O.V.:
Her father knew very well that she did not enjoy these kinds of events. Richlings bragging about their richness to other fat cats. Not to mention the young ones. The ones her age, who did not have to flip a coin to get any of the wealth their parents owned. Dirty or good money, does not matter. It is more dirty than anything else though. And she knew that also. Another reason for her to usually not stay longer than needed.
It has been a while since her father has last asked her to join him and her mother to a dinner party. It was way more just a synonym for let’s see who will embarrass themselves first by drinking too much of the way too expensive bottle of rum. Long translation - but a hundred percent correct.
And even though she loathed going, she always used the opportunity to make the largest impact possible without trying to say a word. She loved the longing stares and the surprised ones every time she did indeed attend alongside her parents. Today it was just her father though. Her mother was out in Paris, probably spending all the pocket money her loving husband gave her. At least their love for each other seemed honest.
(Y/N) P.O.V.:
When I walk down the stairs to stop in front of a mirror in my hallway, I hear another honk of the limousine waiting outside. I sigh, grabbing a light coat and throwing that over my arm, holding a small clutch in my hand. After locking the door behind me, I greet Mitch with a smile.
“ ’Ello Miss (Y/L/N), hope you are doing well today.” I hold back a roll of my eyes, long forgotten how many times I made him call me by my first name. If I had to guess, probably around 64 times. He doesn’t work for me, he works for my father and my father alone.
“Very well indeed, how about you, Mitch?” He smiles, about to answer, when a voice from inside the car calls out.
“-You can chat on the way there, we’re late as it is.” Now I do roll my eyes at my fathers words and send Mitch another small smile. He nods, closing the door when I’m in, going back to the drivers seat.
“Wow, darlin’, you look lovely tonight.” I greet him with a kiss to each cheek and buckle up.
“Thank you, is that a new suit? I’ve never seen you wear burgundy red.” He nods, smoothing out the fabric.
“It is, it is. You’re a smart one. I despised the colour but your mother thinks it looks expensive and high-class. And you know her- there’s no telling her no.” I chuckle along and we get a few small-talk questions out the way before we finally arrive at the mansion. Some old business partner of my father’s. I can’t keep names in mind so I usually go the shy and long time no see route. It usually works.
My father helps me step outside and Mitch rides off, picking us up later again. Before walking after my father I take a deep breath and exhale, placing a smile onto my face. Fake- but no one seemed to notice the last few times. So no worries there. Walking up the stairs, an arm wraps around mine and I glance up to my right, frowning at the sudden physical contact. James. Yes, the one person I loathed the least. Or you could say - who I actually liked a bit. I grin and bump my shoulder with his as he guides me up to the entrance.
“Hello there gorgeous lady, haven’t seen you around a lot lately.”
“Well, can you blame me? These types of gatherings do not amuse me much. They rather support my boredom and make me want to drown in expensive alcohol. I don’t want to turn into an alcoholic.” He smirks at my statement but shakes his head.
“You’re a special one, you know that?” I nod, sighing dramatically. I look up front, where my father is already involved with other suit-wearing snobs.
“I know- I am.” I try sounding posh, but fail miserably, making us both laugh. I still have my arm wrapped around his’ as we get offered a drink and then he is off. Talking business, making connections. A life I would not want to live. That is why James and me could never be more than friends. Even though he might wants change my mind on that one day - I would never accept his advances.
“Well, well, well. If it is not little Miss (Y/L/N) Junior. How are things going?” I turn, taking another sip of champagne as I recognise the slimy man in front of me. His eyes wandering up and down my presence.
“Oscar- what a nice surprise-” My fake smile widens and I let him kiss my knuckles briefly - even though some of the potatoes I had for lunch earlier wanted to revisit. He must be double my age - I never thought of that. 50 at least.
“Would not be that much of a surprise to you if you would join our parties more often.” So it is his housing we are inside of right now. Good to know...
“Oh, Oscar. You know I am a busy woman. Cannot have fun all the time.” My smile starts to hurt my cheeks but I keep it up. Having held it for longer. My record is 24 minutes and 37 seconds. Yes, I know. Very impressive.
“But you never fail to make a grand entrance, what a gown on you - just lovely. Perfectly fitting for you, an extraordinary woman.” His sickly, slimy words feel like nails scratching on a chalk board but I hold back a flinch, nodding once. Not quite sure how to reply. I glance down at my drink, assumingly and very unconsciously having drank it all.
“Oh, would you look at that- I think I need a refill, it was lovely chatting-”
“-Let me get you a new one.”
“No need, Oscar. I will just go myself.”
“Oh please, I insist-”
“-Here, take mine. I don’t drink Champagne.” I turn to my right, looking at the source of the new voice. A man I have not seen before stands there - a neat three piece in dark blue, adoring his well shaped physique. His dirty blonde hair combed back to perfection. He rearranges his glasses with his free hand before it disappears in the pocket of his trousers. The other one still holding out the glass to me. I realise I held a breath and nod at him, this time smiling genuinely.
“Thank you-” I drift off, not taking my eyes off his. A little staring contest going on. I accept the drink and take a sip. Not having blinked once. Just like him.
“-Raymond. Raymond Smith.”
“Nice to meet you, Raymond Smith. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
“I know that.” I quirk an eyebrow at his answer, him staying silent though, a small smile grazing his lips.
“Well, why don’t I give you a little tour? We have a whole new balcony on the east wing-”
“-no, thank you Oscar. I just found a way more interesting activity.” I cut him off, not taking my eyes off of Raymond Smith. I see his lips twitch but he is holding back a smirk. Which makes my smile grow. I only hear a huff and grumbling.
I then break the eye contact, feeling rather lost now and walk past him, closely past him. My shoulder barely touching his jacket. I can feel his eyes on my back, making me sway my hips a tad more than usual. The things the right man can make you do.
I decide to sit down at an empty table and pick out some of the delicate canapés placed in the center. It looks like a mushroom tartlet and once inside my mouth I nod to myself. One thing that makes me come back to these parties is definitely the appetisers and the drinks. Lot’s of effort goes into them but no one seems to enjoy any. Either because they are busy laughing at jokes that are not funny or because they think others would judge them for eating. I learned to not care, ever, about what someone thought of me because I eat more than them. Their loss.
“Enjoying the food, I see.” I chew quickly and swallow thickly, holding a napkin to my lips as Raymond sits next to me at the round table, taking a tartlet himself. I hum.
“I do, cannot be mad about the food. I am a true gourmet, what can I say. But- you probably already knew that, did you not?” I grin at him, watching his chew and making eye contact with me once more. He chuckles, shaking his head.
“No, did not. I will note it down though.” His teasing tone sparks my interest and I wonder how far I could go. Or what he works as. Why I have never seen him before.
“Tell me, Raymond Smith, who are you?” I turn toward him, leaning my arm on the table and tilting my head slightly, full attention on him. He wipes his hands at a napkin, eyes cast down as he seems deep in thought. Choosing his words carefully. One of the only men here who do.
“I don’t really exist. I just - like a good dinner party every now and then.” I bite my lip at his cheeky reply, trying to hold back all the things running through my mind.
“Can I guess?” I lift my head and he nods, gesturing for me to go ahead. He leans back slightly, probably expecting the most cliché answers anyway. So I think again, observing his posture and the drifting of his eyes every now and then. Back over to the big table. A couple people sitting there. He must be here either with his wife or colleague. I shake my head at the wife, he wouldn’t be sitting here with me if he had one.
“Well, seeing as you’re not here by yourself, you must be the right hand to someone or - maybe you are the kid of a big fish.” He smirks, nodding. One must be correct. I go with my first instinct. “-a right hand man it is.” I look back over to where he seemed to focus earlier. I do know a few of them. One being a partner to my father’s business. Another one the son of said partner. And then - no way. Micheal Pearson himself. The Micheal Pearson. Sticky bush Pearson. But Raymond would not be involved-
“-I see you figured it out.” My eyes snap back to Raymond and I close my mouth, licking my dry lips in the process. I tense up, not knowing if running would be an appropriate reaction. But then again - I never cared about appropriate behaviour that much.
“And I also see you’re taken aback.” It sounded more like a question really. But I only nod, sending him a small smile.
“It is not every day that I cross paths with true gangsters.”
“I will take that as a compliment. And just for your information-” He leans in closer, elbows on his thighs. “-there are a few more gangsters here than you would like to care.”
I gulp at his intense eyes, he leans back up and stands to his feet, smoothing out his suit and buttoning his jacket.
“Well, if you would excuse me, my duties as a right hand man are needed. Have a good rest of your evening, Miss (Y/L/N). Enjoy your dinner.”
“You too, Mister Smith.” He nods, walking off. I look after him, Mister and Misses Pearson walking off with him and exiting the building. I let out a breath I was holding and sink back into the chair. Not without being haunted by those icy blue orbs.
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Welcome to Deadwood - HPHL Wild West AU Masterpost
HPHL Wild West AU Masterpost
This is a masterpost for all the lovely AU-versions of the HPHL community for the Wild West AU. The creators will be tagged and linked accordingly.
If you want me to add your own OC to the list, please reply to/reblog THIS POST right here so this list stays a little more organised and I will update it as soon as I can 💛
The small city of Deadwood lies in the middle of nowhere, deep in the wild, wild west, forgotten and forsaken by everyone but its inhabitants and the dust settling on every building. The only reason to go to Deadwood is to forget or be forgotten.
Lately, however, a stream of newcomers has rattled the quiet community. Some of the new faces are famous, some infamous, but one thing is for sure - the peaceful days in Deadwood are over.
@lifeofkaze
Selene Fraser: Having run away from her family's home in Scotland, Selene opened a saloon in Deadwood called The Gold Dragon, together with the business partner Reuben Willows. She gets confronted with her past when an unexpected visitor arrives in Deadwood and shakes her to the core.
Tag/Masterlist: Death Comes To Deadwood
@the-al-chemist (shortened character texts copied from @the-al-chemist )
Ophelia Burke: She’s a wanted woman, a femme fatale, frequenting saloons in search of inebriated wealthy men to seduce and rob. She’s doing very well for herself.
Ethel Hexley: Ethel is a farmer’s daughter who dreams of becoming a judge, but is stuck working as a lowly clerk in the Sheriff’s office. Her plucky attitude and skills see her rising to the role of Deputy.
Jim Hexley: Jim Hexley took over his parents’ small cattle ranch, and is struggling to keep it afloat, more out of a sense of duty than of passion.
Tag/Masterlist: Deadwood Project
@catohphm
Danny Gibson: A well-seasoned Marshal of the United States, Danny is sent by his superiors to investigate the increased rate of crime in the forgotten town of Deadwood.
Tag/Masterlist: Find Danny's masterlist here
@cursebreakerfarrier
Galen Stagg: After recovering from a serious injury, former travelling sheriff Galen Stagg found his peace in retirement on his ranch alongside his wife Siobhan and his beloved animals. But when his home appears to be in danger, he can't fight the call of righteousness and saddles his horse one last time.
Arthur 'Teddy' Elison: Teddy lives a busy life as deputy sheriff to the town of Deadwood. He tries to do his best to uphold the law and protect the people of his hometown from crime and law alike - manifesting in nobody else than the sheriff himself, Teddy's own father.
Emerson Page: Emerson is an (in)famous gambler, whose name is spoken in whispers in every saloon in the wild west. Gambler by day, train robber by night, he knows all the tricks to evade the law. Things change when former sheriff Galen Stagg is sent to hunt him down, however.
Akira Crane (text copied from @cursebreakerfarrier ) : His name is well-known across the whole of the North American continent, but his face? Not so much. Stories are whispered about the Phantom Assassin yet nobody knows what’s true and what’s just a fairytale to scare the faint-hearted. Akira could drift into a saloon, sit right beside you, and you wouldn’t look at him twice.
Tag/Masterlist: Find all of the amazing art and content here
@kc-and-oc
Siobhan Llewellyn: Siobhan is in charge of the horses of Deadwood. If anything is the matter with your steed, she is the first address in town. Her serivce isn't cheap but unrivalled and she never loses her head, no matter how extreme the situation or strong the whiskey. That is, until travelling sheriff Galen Stagg makes his appearance in town.
Eliot Gerard: Eliot "The Bone-Saw" Gerard is Deadwood's resident medic. There are certainly more skilled or more adept doctors to be found in the west, but he does all that he can with the little means he has in Deadwood. If there's one thing you can say about him, is that he's passionate - whether it is about healing his fellow residents or his daily trips to The Gold Dragon Saloon.
Oliver Gerard: Where his brother Eliot's favourite is The Gold Dragon, OIiver is to be found in Deadwood's second establishment, the gambling parlour The Harvest Moon. He plays the piano there for a living and romances the dancers for fun - so far, to no avail.
Tag/Masterlist: Find all things Shiv, Eli and Oli here
@hogwartsmysteryho
Nolan Miller: On his mission to become the richest man in Deadwood by far, banker Nolan Miller knows every trick available to get his hands on every property he sets his eyes on. Some are fair, some are not but then again - so is life.
Vinny Raymond: Deadwood's resident sweetheart, Vinny owns a shop that sells every item imaginable under the sun. His specialty, however, are the sweets he either sells or just plainly gives away for free. He is especially popular with Deadwood's children but no one could ever not love Vinny.
Anastasia Jennings: What's the best thing you can do in a world built on the backs of horses when you don't like them? That's right, open a shop solely dedicated to them. Anastasia's workshop is the place to go if you need a new saddle, bridle or riding crop. Her consulting is as impeccable as her leatherworks.
Tag/Masterlist: Find all the information on Nolan, Vinny and Anastasia here
@unfortunate-arrow
William Devlin: A piano player in one of the local establishments, William’s not quite sure what he’s doing in Deadwood. He watches the tension boil as he plays the piano, occasionally sketches, and falls in love with a certain saloon dancer.
Tag/Masterlist: HPHL Wild West AU
@whatwouldvalerydo
Leila Hellebore: Nobody knows what notorious outlaw Leila did to earn the hefty sum rewarded for her head. The only thing that's for sure is that her presence means trouble for whoever crosses her path. But if you earn her loyalty she'd die for you - figuratively and literally.
Talia Crane: Talia is the current sheriff of Tombstone Valley, a town just as small as forgotten as Deadwood. She replaced her father after he met an untimely demise - some say at her hand but no one would ever dare accuse her to her face. Where she is dangerous with a gun, she is deadly with a whip and any outlaw riding into her town should better think twice about crossing her.
Tag/Masterlist: All things Leila, Talia and their stories are here
@thatravenpuffwitch
Adelia Selwyn: Calamity Addy is the daughter of famous outlaw leader Reg Selwyn. When her father gets shot in Deadwood, she bands together with the sheriff's son and deputy to prevent Deadwood falling into the hands of an even greater criminal than her father ever was.
Gwen Archeron: Having made her fortune as a gambler and thief, Gwen is the owner of Deadwood's second establishment, the gambling parlour The Harvest Moon.
Estrid Soelberg: If you're an outlaw and value your head right where it is right now, you better not cross this former Texas ranger on the hunt for bounty.
Tag/Masterlist: Everything Calamity Addy and her friends is here
#wild west au#masterlist#masterpost#other ocs will be added when I get infos on lists and tags 💛#death comes to deadwood#deadwood project#wild west masterlist
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Okay I don’t usually create posts on here but I’m rewatching random episodes of The Blacklist and what started out as watching the fun adventure episodes has now turned into watching episodes that are sparking theories. Don’t continue if you are not currently watching season 9.
Rassvet - season 6 episode 19
Dom is telling Liz the story of her mother. To me it feels like Dom is telling a story but allowing Liz to give him clues of where she wants the story to go and he goes with it. She mentions pieces she thinks she has to this story and he never corrects her. Ultimately the story leads Liz to believe that our Reddington is Ilya Kolsov. When she confronts Reddington about it he doesn’t confirm or deny like he always does. Reddington then goes to Dom and demands to be told every word Dom told Liz so then he knows what this crazed story is about who he supposedly is.
Kuwait - season 7 episode 4
We find out that Cooper was involved or turned a blind eye to smuggling in 1989 while he was in Kuwait in the Navy as a Lieutenant. He and another Lieutenant who disagreed with the smuggling were “ambushed” and Cooper was lead to believe that when his fellow man was kidnapped he was eventually killed. Raymond Reddington was part of an oversight panel who interviewed Cooper about the incident. Reddington had given Cooper the flashdrive with the interview and other information from that op on it.
The Rassvet episode sparked me to wonder if Raymond Reddington has always been an alias due to Ilya’s phrasing of “the woman who invented him” when suggesting to Katerina someone become Reddington to get the money out of the banks and that she was the best for getting all the personal details for someone to become Reddington.
If it was always an alias then being a Navy Intelligence Officer is a great long cover and gives access to the information that Katerina and Reddington were compiling creating this Blacklist that we learn about being an actual place at the end of season 8. And in the Kuwait episode I’m sparked to wonder if Cooper has been an inside man working under Reddington since their navy days. Alan Fitch was an insider into the Cabal for Reddington. Reddington has to have insiders and probably several in all governments across the world. He had to have an insider in the FBI before he turned himself in. He asked specifically for Harold Cooper when he turned himself in. Cooper recognized him as Raymond Reddington. Cooper was on board with the immunity agreement idea with very little argument. There have been times of Cooper not liking what Reddington has them do or what he does but that helps his cover of being where he is at in the FBI. He has to not always be okay with killing or stealing or letting criminals go.
Could Cooper’s involvement with Reddington for so long have something to do with him being framed for his wife’s ex lover’s death now in season 9?
I’m rewatching The Judge Season 1 Episode 15 now because it again shows us a bit of Cooper’s past and connection with Tom Connolly who ended up with the Cabal. And also that Cooper isn’t as straight and narrow as we would like him to be either as he supposedly coerced the confession from Rifkin.
October 2002 is when the incident happened in Afghanistan. And in 2003 is when Rifkin was tired and convicted as an enemy combatant. The investigating officer was the senior FBI agent in Afghanistan at the time, Harold Cooper. The federal prosecutor on the case was Tom Connolly.
When Liz tells Reddington that Cooper is missing Reddington doesn’t seem to understand why she thinks it’s the Judge and what Cooper had to do with the Rifkin case. This would imply that if my whole Cooper working with Reddington for decades thing is the right track that there are lapses that Reddington was working on other things and didn’t know every move every player in his long game was making.
Some navy background on Reddington is given in this episode as well. Reddington visits Admiral Richard Abraham and based on their conversation they were in the naval academy together. He says he was sidelined and that when Reddington left it was a mess. And he says “nobody believed WE couldn’t see it coming. Maybe WE helped you, maybe WE facilitated your treason. Even without any evidence, it was enough to destroy some careers.” “Rooming with you was the worst thing that every happened to me,” says Richard.
Ultimately I guess right now I’m thinking that Raymond Reddington was always just an alias and not an actual person. And I think Cooper has been an asset on and off for decades.
The Harem - season 4 episode 11
Proof of Reddington having people in all governments in his employment. Emma Knightley is former MI6 and it as if she was in some similar situation as Liz where he inserted himself in her life and took over. She wants out and he lets her out in exchange for the WITSEC list. He doesn’t want the list out cus he doesn’t want anyone finding Mr Kaplan’s sister who is on the list. And he lets Liz believe he killed Emma because of her betrayal being like Mr Kaplan’s, which Dembe told Liz that Red killed Kaplan.
Alan Fitch aka The Decembrist- he first appears as the guy who hired Anslo Garrick (1:9 & 1:10) to test Reddington’s loyalty. Then in Berlin Conclusion (1:22) he shows up while Reddington is detained and orders a transfer of Reddington but also that he be allowed to make his escape. 1:22 is also the episode that Meera Malik (CIA agent put on the task force by Diane Fowler) is killed in the club. They kind of put it on Tom getting Berlin the intel of the Task Force but part of me always wondered if maybe it was actually eliminating someone who once helped Diane Fowler and then also helped Reddington therefore making her loyalty conflicting.
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HOMILY for 15th Sun after Pentecost (Dominican rite)
Gal 5:25-26, 6:1-10; Luke 7:11-16
Here in the Rosary Shrine, I celebrate Mass both in the reformed Roman Rite, and also in the Dominican rite. Consequently, on most Sundays I would have a different set of Scripture readings to pray and think about, and so I would sometimes write two different sermons. Over the course of the year, as I’ve now read through the whole of the Lectionary in the older form of the Mass, I am frequently struck by the epistles that are appointed to be read during this time after Pentecost. The vast majority of the passages are from the pastoral epistles, which deal with relations among Christians. Hence the epistles read in the Mass are directed ad intra, instruction for the Christian assembled for divine worship, and they tell us how we are to treat one another, how we should behave within Christ’s holy Church, and thus the kind of virtues we should foster as disciples of Jesus Christ.
Consider, for example, this sentence from St Paul’s letter to the Galatians today: “Brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual should restore him in a spirit of gentleness. Look to yourself, lest you too be tempted.” Just before this passage, St Paul has listed the fruits of the Spirit, among which is gentleness. So, here again, he exhorts us to be gentle with one another, particularly when someone has fallen into sin, presumably even serious sin. In the Greek text, the fruit of the spirit, translated as gentleness is prautes, which means mildness of disposition, meekness, just as Christ says in Matthew 11:29 that he is “meek [or gentle] and lowly in heart”; the same Greek word, prautes is used here. The Latin translation by St Jerome, interestingly, uses two different Latin words for prautes. In Galatians 5:23, when St Paul lists the gifts of the Holy Spirit, prautes is translated as mansuetudo, which means tameness, mildness, clemency. And then, when the same Greek word recurs in today’s epistle passage, in Galatians 6:1, the translation of prautes is lenitas, which means softness, tenderness, and leniency. So, how are we to treat a fellow Christian who has fallen into sin? St Paul says that one who has the gifts of the Holy Spirit would behave gently, with mildness just as Christ is mild and un-condemning with us, and with leniency.
Why is this? Because we have clay feet, we are fallible sinful people too, because we too might be tempted and fall into sin. Hence, he says: “look to yourself”, watch out, mind your own business! Hence Our Lord also warns us in St John’s Gospel: “Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.” (Jn 8:7). Or in St Matthew’s Gospel: “Judge not lest you be judged” (Mt 7:1), which is not a call for us to relinquish any discernment of right from wrong, but rather a warning not to presume to condemn another Christian. For, as St James says in his pastoral epistle: “He that… judges a brother… judges the law. But if you judge the law, you are not a doer of the Law but a judge. There is [but] one lawgiver and judge, he who is able to save and to destroy. But who are you that you judge your neighbour?” (Jm 4:11-12)
The Holy Spirit, therefore, gives us his gifts of wisdom, understanding, counsel, fortitude, knowledge, piety, and fear of the Lord, so that we might bear fruit, including the fruit of meekness, gentleness, lowliness of heart. For it is with a spirit of gentleness that we shall be kept from falling into the grave sin of spiritual pride, of judging and condemning a brother or sister in Christ. St Jerome’s use of the word mansuetudo, tameness, suggests that the Holy Spirit is seen to be at work in our lives when he tames us, and so we are held back from harsh judgment of a fellow Christian, and so we exhibit that other fruit of the Holy Spirit, namely, self-control.
Among the gifts of the Holy Spirit are those that affect our knowledge–firstly, knowledge concerning God and the revelations of God and the means to salvation. But also true knowledge about ourselves. So St Paul enunciates a fundamental truth for us in today’s epistle passage: “If any one thinks he is something, when he is nothing, he deceives himself.” Those who are wise, who fear God and who have understanding will be able to say, without self-recrimination or self-effacement or without destroying one’s proper sense of self-esteem, that, in truth, “I am nothing”. The great Dominican mystic, St Catherine of Siena, told her confessor, Bl. Raymond of Capua that Jesus appeared to St Catherine in a vision and told her: “You are she who is not.” With these words, this wisdom and knowledge imparted by a supernatural grace to her soul, St Catherine was thus given a remedy for pride.
For as Blessed Raymond of Capua went on to say: “Here is a healing remedy, for what wound of pride can enter into a soul that knows itself to be nothing? Who can glory in anything he does? And thus, all vices are driven out by the words, “You are not”. Then, Bl. Raymond adds: “Here too are many anxieties diminished. For, [as Blessed Raymond says] “whenever I or any of the other friars was afraid of any danger, Catherine would say, “What have you to do with yourselves? Leave it to Divine Providence. However much afraid you are, Providence still has his eyes on you and is always aiming at your salvation.”
This, my friends, is saintly wisdom, given from on high by the Holy Spirit. For many in our age are rapt in pride, and they do not even know it. Many people, for example, appear anxious to save the world, or to save the planet and its environment, or to save the Church, and their anxieties arise not because these causes are not worthy of our attention and care, but because they vaingloriously think that the salvation of the Church, of the world, of other people depends on them and their particular action, and so they become activists and campaigners, and they anxiously can think that the outcome depends on them. But St Catherine and Holy Scripture suggests that this is precisely the dangerous hidden deception of pride: to think that I myself am a saviour. But I am he who is not. So, “look to yourself” says St Paul. “Leave it to Divine Providence” says St Catherine. Hence today’s epistle says: “Let us do good to all men, and especially to those who are of the household of faith.” Our spirit of meekness and gentleness towards our fellow Christians, therefore, overflows into benevolence for all people but especially for those who are also baptised into the true Faith, into the life of grace in Jesus Christ.
Sadly, many interactions among us Christians and particularly between Catholics on social media cannot be said by onlookers to be benevolent or gentle or meek in spirit, and this is true even when the comments are directed towards the Holy Father, the Vicar of Christ! Earlier in his letter to the Galatians, before he lists the fruits of the Holy Spirit, St Paul lists the “works of the flesh”. Among them are “anger… dissension, party spirit” (cf Gal 5:20) – a better translation for the latter might be something like tribalism – and I think one has to honestly and prayerfully reflect on how we behave online, how we speak to one another and about one another, and then ask ourselves: do I exhibit the works of the flesh or the fruits of the Holy Spirit. “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control”, says St Paul (Gal 5:22-23).
Now, don’t get me wrong: sometimes we do need to fight for what is right, and to make a stand for the vulnerable as we did at the March for Life yesterday. Where sin abounds, we should do what we can in justice and in charity to stop it. However, we must do so in all humility, with gentleness and meekness, without judging and condemning the other, because we know that but for the grace of God, we too would and could and often do fall. For as Our Lord says: “Without me you can do nothing.” (Jn 15:5). Indeed, without God, we are nothing, and can do no good.
Therefore, St Paul declared to the Corinthians: “God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, so that no human being might boast in the presence of God. He is the source of your life in Christ Jesus, whom God made our wisdom, our righteousness and sanctification and redemption; therefore, as it is written, ‘Let him who boasts, boast of the Lord.’” (1 Cor 1:28-31) So, let us always first look to ourselves in order that in all things we keep looking to the Lord!
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