#and every single fucking time its r@pe
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there r rarely any astro originals w actual good writing and gamers mangkuk is a prime example
(the tags got.... Long. feel free to not read)
#HORRIBLE SHOW#if any msians see this just DONT#its about this group of friends tryna become pro gamers#but the script is making me want to throw up#the plot is so stupid#and these characters r so fucking annoying#need astro to stop with their slap stick comedy right NOW!!!!!!!#projek high council happened and they though they could just put amir ahnaf in anhthinf and its gonna be a success#FUCK OFF#his acting here cannot beat him in projek high council coz here he just looks dumb#and dont get me fucking started on the ONE female character in the show#GGGGGGAAAAAHHHH#why is it that every single fucking malay show theyjust HAVE to have the female character relive her trauma again#and every single fucking time its r@pe#EVEN WHEN THERES???? ABSOLUTELY NO POINT TO HAVE JT IN THE STORY??????#EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME#ok in their defense a lot of them are actual sad dramas or romance shows so i can see how the backstory ties in#but this doesnt make any FUCKING sense#theyre trying to be professional gamers#wheres the relation#u want each of the members to have a struggle theyre facing for drama sure#the guys have relatively normal issues#one has to get money bc him and his mum got evicted#another's got social anxiety so its hard for him to compete#another one has a (queer for comedic effect 🙄) older brother thats raising him alone bc their parents died#and despite his brother trying to persuade him to go to uni and get a good life so he doesnt end up like him#hes too fuckimg stubborn and wants to be. a professional gamer. fucking idiot#but like sure!!! those r valid ig#BUT WHAT DOES THW GIRL GEY?????#JFJDJDHJSJDK ITS NOT FUCKING FAIR
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i will not stand green team in my house. i swear to god.
#its really funny to me bc ive seen mfers be like wow rhaenyra used her position and power to r*pe crispy cola cola man which no???#he could've said NO and yknow what he wouldve been backed up because he is 1. a man 2. a part of the king's guard bc he serves to THE king#NOT NYRA#but he got with her bc he HAD the chance and then got pissy because he wanted to marry her#and not only bc of honor as he says but because he feels emasculated that he cannot have power of nyra as a husband#also think abt what hes implying there for one moment: take her out of the world she already knows to a world HE knows very well#like he doesnt love her he only wished to possess her#something something how the 'alpha' male types act when they find a bad bitch but then want her to stay at home mother same vibes here#he wanted to make her dependent of him despite already having a BIG thing over her head#also then to have the nerve to NOT call him what he is a MISOGYNIST bc alicent apparently backs him up???#when like alicent uses the patriarchal system to HURT rhaenyra at EVERY single turn#alicent ruined rhaenyra's life out of spite and envy and jealousy#worst part is that rhaenyra TRIED to amend their relationship#MORE than alicent ever did with her#she gets harwin killed her monster kids get her childrens killed#and ALL the pass deeds that were trying to put her down#also how cole and her both of them killed the lovers of laenor and nyra which mind you#people they loved#and both laenor and rhaenyra knew this and they were okey with it but apparently you gotta ask permition to alicent and cole first#like fuck off#also laenor said im the father which PER IRL MEDIEVAL LAW THAT MAKES THEM LEGITIMATE#and also vyseris saw them as legitimate#and thats it#they ARE legitimate and like Vyseris is slow but not blind (yet akjsdbflak) he knew that Rhaenyra's kids were Harwin's but he literally#did NOT care and it was PRETTY clear that he still made them legitimate#the only time i've seen rhaenyra pull rank its when laenor is like noooo haha i wanna go to war pweaseeee let me go to war#like she literally was just vibing and alicent and cole we're mad and seething
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hii i have a little ellie request. so can we maybe have an enemies to lovers where reader and ellie “hate each other” but in reality ellie just wants to be with reader and she ends up using the strap roughly bc reader didn’t wanna confess after years? (sorry this seems long😭)
i absolutely love this idea omg??
ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER
PART1ONE
part 2two
mdni please<3
warnings: 18+!! smut, 'enemies' to lovers, strap (r!receiving), mean!ellie kinda??, rough!ellie, reader is also mean at first !!
writers note: i love receiving requests like yall are so creative and idkk its just easier to write a req than my own idea🫣🫣 also this turned out to be longer than i expected (my longest fanfic yet!) but even the anon said it seems long so ig thats how its supposed to be🙏
It was another PE lesson you hate so much. It wouldn't be that bad, if not the fact that you're in the same team with Ellie. Ellie fucking Williams.
She would get mad at you for every little mistake you made. You absolutely hated her.
You had to admit she was... pretty. Especially when she had the mix of mad and stern expression on her face. Sometimes you provoked her just to watch her insult every little thing about you she could but you didn't mind. You just sat there with a smirk, sometimes making a mockingly worried face to piss her off even more. Sometimes. Sometimes you weren't in mood for that and you'd actually get offended. Sometimes even hurt. But you couldn't really blame her, that's how it works.
This day, you were literally rescuing your team. Every point was because of you. Every 'that was close' situation was only 'close' because of you. But your luck, or whatever made you win, had to run out eventually. You missed one time.
"What happened? Got holes in your hands? Tired? Not so good anymore?" Ellie asked you with that mocking tone.
Everyone ignored your interaction - they knew what's starting and they didn't want to get involved in that.
"I've done pretty much everything for this team, and the only thing you do is complain, Williams." You said and you could feel your temper rising.
Ellie didn't hesitate to respond to that.
"Well at least I don't do a half-ass job like you. You're really so full of yourself, aren't you? Why not just give up and let someone actually capable take over, huh?" She barked sarcastically.
The other team members didn't even try to hide their excitement now, they just sat back and enjoyed the show, even the teacher was having a hard time holding back the grin on his face whenever Ellie came up with a new insult.
And now, there was no going back.
"Oh, I'm sorry Williams, did your precious little ego get hurt from that? Are my skills threatening your so-called pride? Well if you don't like it, suck it up." You shot back.
If this kept up, you were going to end up with another detention for sure. Everyone knew that you two were like oil and water, but nobody really expected you to get into a shouting match over PE class. Especially, not this early in the morning.
The teacher finally decided that it was enough trouble, and he stepped between the two.
"Ladies, settle down! If you can't figure out how to work well together in a simple PE session, then you'll need more than one detention to figure it out. Go sit down." He ordered, and you two sat down, next to each other.
As if following a silent order, all the other students just went about their business and pretended like nothing had happened.
"You should learn how to shut up sometimes." You said quietly, nervously playing with your fingers.
"You should stop thinking you're so damn important." She snapped back, completely ignoring your advice as she stared at you with the same icy cold look as before.
The teacher came over to the two of you and handed you a form, which you quickly read over. "Maybe it's rough but that's what you both deserve after arguing in every single class. And if that won't help... I don't know what will. Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything, understood?."
In short, the file was saying you'll have spent a month after school doing little school works, like cleaning the gym, with her. It was a frequent way of dealing with problematic students in your school.
You weren't even surprised - the teacher was right. Your little bickers were the main gossip topic and there was no way they'll go unnoticed.
Still, you couldn't help but frown.
"You've got to be kidding me." You muttered under your breath. Spending a month after school doing odd jobs with Ellie was literally the last thing you wanted to do. You knew there was some sort of punishment coming, but this was extreme.
Ellie overheard your muttering, and she rolled her eyes. "It's just a bunch of cleaning, what's wrong, can't handle a little hard work?" She mocked.
"And why are you so happy? Maybe you wished to spend more time with me?" You chuckled, finally looking up at her.
Ellie seemed caught off guard, but she quickly recomposed herself. "Who said I was happy? Sure, I'll love to see you grovel and scrub floors while I sit back and relax." She replied in a sarcastic tone.
You decided to press your advantage, and give Ellie a dose of her own medicine. "Aww, is someone actually admitting that they like spending time with me? I'm so honored." You said with an overdramatized fake fluster.
Ellie didn't even let you finish your sentence before she cut in with her usual sarcastic tone. "Pfff, don't get so ahead of yourself there." She chided. Even then, you could hear some slight annoyance in her voice.
Ellie may have been a jerk, but there was something about her you couldn't help but like. You couldn't explain it, but you liked this banter between the two of you.
Oh, who were you trying to lie to? You liked her. You were just good at hiding it.
You were just about to open your mouth to respond to Ellie's last snarky remark, when you were cut off again.
"Enough."
You both turned to see the teacher staring at the two of you. He sounded more annoyed than before, and you decided it was better to stop your feud before you got in any more trouble.
"You two are already going to spend a month together doing odd jobs. The last thing we need is for you to add another week to that sentence." He warned.
You wanted to say something back, but you decided to shut up before the teacher had to make it worse. You and Ellie just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, before you rolled your eyes and got up from your seat.
After a few more classes, the time of fulfilling your penalty came. You sat down at the gym benches, waiting for Ellie. You waited, and waited, but no one came.
Ellie was faster than you with getting up. She smirked and said; "Well it's not like you actually had anything worth saying anyway, so it's easier for you." With that parting jab, she walked out of the gym.
You expected something like that from her, so you stood up and a few minutes later you were standing in front of her room. You knocked to the door, patiently waiting for her to answer.
After a few moments, you heard footsteps, before the door finally opened. Ellie stood in front of you, her face as annoyed as ever.
"What do you want?" she grumbled, clearly not in the mood to be bothered right now.
"Uh, hello? We're supposed to be doing the clean-up, remember? You haven't forgotten, right?" You said, trying to stay as polite as you could.
She sighed and motioned for you to come in, clearly not ready to go just yet.
You slowly stepped into Ellie's room, your eyes taking in the decorations and mess. It was clear that this was Ellie's world, but you couldn't help but feel a slight curiosity towards her.
"So, why exactly weren't you at the gym?" You asked, finally breaking the tension. You didn't want her thinking you were here to start another argument.
"I had stuff to do." Was the terse response you were met with, nothing else.
"Yeah, of course." You rolled your eyes. "Your room could use some cleaning too."
Ellie smirked when your tone turned from polite to annoyed when she gave you her response, but you couldn't help but notice that she slightly recoiled when you mention how messy her room was. For someone with such a sharp tongue, she sure wasn't enjoying that same kind of treatment.
"Oh yeah? So maybe we should have you clean my room instead." She shot back.
"Actually, boarding school is still school, so that'd count too." You smirked, not so sarcastically anymore. You'd really rather stay in her room than running all over the building with a mop and dirty cloths.
Ellie raised one eyebrow at your reply, clearly not expecting you to just accept it without some kind of snarky remark or argument.
"Alright then." She replied simply, and she walked over to her bed and started to clear out the clutter. You couldn't really deny that her room was in a pretty messy state.
You explored the room, looking for something to start with.
Just then, near other scattered clothes, you saw feminine underwear. Clearly not hers.
"Um, Ellie..." You laughed. "Who's this?"
She walked up to you, not seeming surprised or embarrased at all. "I dunno. There's lots of girls visiting." She smirked.
You knew the smart thing to do would be just to drop the topic, but your curiosity got the best of you. Just who was Ellie Williams hanging out with?
"Really? And how many of them leave a pair of underwear in your room as a souvenir?" You asked, trying to keep a straight face, but you couldn't help but be amused by the situation.
Ellie just laughed, and you couldn't help but grin at her confidence in that moment.
"If you're asking if I'm dating someone," Ellie said, looking at you with an amused expression, "then no. I wouldn't call it dating."
You knew Ellie was always too stubborn and proud to just admit it normally, so you decided to push her just a little bit further.
"So it's not just a single person then? What's it? A new girl every day?" you asked with a smirk, knowing you'd hit a nerve there.
The slight flicker of annoyance on Ellie's face told you that you'd hit the mark.
"So what if it is? Are you jealous?" She teased in response, just adding fuel to the fire.
Now, she had the smirk on her face, and you just knew you'll regret what you started.
"Not really. Everyone knows you fuck every girl in the school anyways. Well, almost every." You suggestively pointed at yourself. "That's honestly sad. You should focus on one person, don't you think?"
Ellie took this as a challenge, she just couldn't resist it when you made yourself the exception.
"Oh, you think you're a special case? How cute." She snickered, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased with that response after how much you two had been annoying each other for the past month.
"What do you think, should I consider dating you? It seems like you're interested, isn't that why you keep sticking around?" She asked, looking at you, knowing very well what kind of effect her words were gonna have on you.
"Me? Interested? You're the one finding excuses to talk to me every day, even if it's just another argument!" You shook your head and looked down, trying to hide that your smirk turns into a honest smile.
You felt Ellie's eyes studying your face as you tried to hide your genuine happiness, you tried to play it off, but you knew that it wasn't working in your favor. You couldn't even deny it, because it was true, you were interested in Ellie. Maybe not at first, but after spending time together, you grew to like her, her arrogance, her wit, the snarky smile on her face... and her eyes.
"Oh, so you do care!" She quickly cut in, sensing your weakness as your smile grew.
"Come on, don't tell me you've been enjoying this little game of ours, haven't you? Don't you look forward to it every day? Don't you love the adrenaline that kicks in when you're about to say something that's bound to start an argument?" She asked, taking a step closer to you and lowering her voice.
You could almost see the sparks fly as the two of you stared at each other, both feeling the tension in the air. You were almost tempted to take her up on the offer, but your pride got the best of you.
"You're just full of yourself, aren't you? Thinking everybody craves that attention." You said after taking a deep breath.
Ellie just smiled and walked straight to you, getting up close and personal.
"Well, I know you want it. So stop putting up a facade and admit it."
"I'm not like these sluts you fuck, Williams." You said, trying to keep your voice steady and calm.
Ellie just smirked in response. "You're right, you're not like them. You're better than them. And maybe you are a little special, considering how much you manage to piss me off everyday." She took a step back and looked you up and down. "I kinda like it." She said, and you couldn't help but feel your heart rate go up a little when she said that.
You just stared back at Ellie, not really sure what else to say in this situation. Both of your egos were too big to give the other one satisfaction, and neither would be making the first move.
She finally spoke up; "Your turn to be honest now. Admit you're into me."
She was awfully close to you now, daring you to say something.
"Don't push it, Ellie." You told her confidently, and even though you really wanted to say it, your pride was holding you back from admitting it.
Ellie just smirked and moved even closer to you, until her face was just an inch away from yours. "Say it." She whispered.
You felt your heart pounding faster as you just looked at her, not able to break her stare.
You shook your head. "No way."
She just chuckled at your response. "I knew you'd say that. And now, I'm gonna make you say it yourself."
Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Ellie pulled you close, just enough to make your lips meet. You just stood there, completely stunned by how bold she was, but at the same time, the feeling of her lips against yours was so new and so good as well. You hadn't felt this type of rush before, and you didn't want it to end.
You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a gasp followed by a moan into the kiss, which made her even bolder.
"I'll show you how lucky those so-called by you sluts are." She whispered after pulling away from you, but not for long.
While Ellie's mouth aggresively covered yours, you felt her slowly pushing you towards the bed.
You were barely able to think now, as your adrenaline was pumping through your whole body. Your back hit the mattress, and Ellie continued to push you down as she climbed up onto the bed on top of you.
That's when it hit you.
You realized that your little feud with Ellie wasn't going to end after all, except this time you weren't fighting her.
Instead, you were just enjoying the moment with someone you could almost call a friend.
It felt like there was nothing else in the universe, just a rush of new sensations that you didn't want to end.
Ellie was the one in control now, as you felt her body pressing up against you, her lips pressing against yours, her hands moving around your body without hesitation. You weren't even thinking straight anymore, you just let her embrace you, letting her take control entirely.
You felt her break the kiss for a moment, just to whisper something in your ear. "Say it."
You knew what she wanted you to say, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do so.
Before you could answer, you felt her slowly undressing you. Her lips were tracing paths along your throat, not letting you let out a logical word from it - only little whimpers.
You felt every curve of her body as you felt her lips against your neck, every touch sending chills down your spine.
When you felt her hands move towards your pants, you felt your body respond in the only way you could.
You couldn't think of anything else but her embrace, her warm breath against your neck, and your body slowly being freed from clothing.
Ellie knew exactly how to push your buttons.
Before you could catch your breath, you were left shaking, as her hand slipped into your underwear, which was soon on the floor too. She was teasing your clit in almost painful slow way, watching you squirm.
"Speak up, babe." She whispered mockingly.
But you couldn't. Not because you didn't want, or because your ego didn't let you - you just couldn't. You even asked yourself 'What does this girl wants from me?' as you already forgotten her previous wish. You just weren't thinking straight.
"Come on, do this for me." She kept looking at you with overdramatic concern. You saw her fastening her belt and sliding of her jeans, revealing an obviously-way-too-big strap, which purple color didn't surprise you at all as you imagined it the same way in your dreams.
When you finally came back to your senses, you constructed a whole full sentence answer. But as soon as she saw you opening your mouth to speak up, she slid a few inches of her toy into your soaking cunt. Your planned reply quickly got replaced with another gasp.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked, her hips started thrusting. She had some sympathy for you, so she didn't make it too painful, but she wasn't also so merciful.
You cried out, at first clenching your thighs from surprise, but she was too strong for you to actually succeed.
You leaned your head back against the pillow, squeezing your eyes shut causing a few of your pathetic tears soak into the sheets.
She held your hips, so she won't miss your sensitive spot, but her grip was so hard you swore you can already see the bruises creating right beneath her fingers.
"Honestly, I'm really happy it ended like that. You have no idea how often I'd imagine you instead of some random girl. But it's good to have you really there." She chuckled, not slowing down but not speeding up either.
Your eyes opened wide at this confession. Before today, the nicest thing she said to you was 'what's wrong?', even though it was in an obviously mocking way. And know it turns out she liked you for a long time. Just like you liked her.
"W...Wh- What?" You managed to stutter out, leaning on your elbows to look at her before your vision turned blurry again so you fell back on the pillow.
"You didn't know?" She laughed. "I mean, you were always oblivious, so I shouldn't be shocked but... I thought it was clear." She was speaking slower than usual as every single word coming from her mouth was synced with the moves of her hips. While saying this simple thing, she pushed her strap into you at least twenty times. And she wasn't taking her time, oh, no. She was fast and rough, like you're just a sex toy without feelings. Did you mind? Hmmm...
When you started getting used to the size of her cock and your mind wasn't completely blank anymore, you remembered one important thing your PE teacher said. 'Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything.' None of you were either at the gym or putting up flyers around school. They're going to think you ditched it. Even though you'd rather get into more trouble than end whatever you were doing now, you felt you need to tell Ellie, just in case.
"El-s..." You moaned out and quickly realised it won't be easy.
"What is it?" She asked, seeming honestly interested in what you got to say. "Ready to admit you're absolutely obsessed with me?"
You clenched your fists, squeezing the bed sheets between your fingers.
"Th- no... We should..." You couldn't help but cry out again.
As soon as she heard the two keywords - 'we should' (and she hated when someone was telling her what to do, so that pissed her off) - she understood what you're trying to say.
"Behave? Fulfill our duties? Or...?" She chuckled.
You wanted to speak up, just to not feel so vulnerable as you really were. You only managed to mumble 'we' before one of her hands started rubbing your clit, just like at the start - painfully slow. The feeling made your thighs tense and move closer to each other, wanting to close the gap between them. But Ellie didn't let that happen as she quickly separated your legs.
Her hips also didn't stop moving, and all the sensations connected made you go silent again. Well, not silent - unable to speak. And that were two completely different things.
"I'd take that as a 'we should continue what we're doing right now'. Isn't that what you want?" Even though you're eyes were closed, you could feel her intense stare on you. Then, her mocking tone came back. "What is it with you being so quiet all of sudden? You spent a few of the past years yelling at me, and you can't even say a word now?"
"I ju-st..." You said but then she hit your g spot again, and again, and again... making you go silent.
Your stomach started feeling funny - probably because of how deep in it Ellie's strap was. At this point, you thought you can even feel it in your throat and that's what's blocking your words from coming out. But the funny feeling had a different origin - your release was getting awfully close, and it didn't go unnoticed.
"We're going to have lots of fun this month." She whispered, leaning in to stroke your cheek.
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Coming Home pt. 7
DBF! Daryl, Rick, Shane & Negan x Reader
TW: Severe age-gap w/ older men, smut, consensual sex, handjobs/fingering, groping, some aggression, alcohol usage, piv (unwrapped, reader is on pill though), mentions of r*pe and m*rder (nothing actually happens though), goes from fluff to angst to smut, you chose the enter this emotional rollercoaster, they may be hot but they are hot with feelings, dub-con (technically consent is given, but its morally grey), oral (fem receiving）
Chapter Index
Throughout the rest of Negan's stay, you both became rather close. You gave him a proper tour of the small town you now called home and showed him all your favorite spots. He took you out on a few dates behind your dad's back, you both enjoying your time together. He loved to treat you after fucking your brains out, having you walk around without any panties so he could pull you into a dark corner and fuck you against the wall. He devoured every part of you that he could, it was like he wanted to memorize your body for when he would have to go back home. You had zero unrealistic expectations about your relationship, you were both just there for a good time until Negan had to fly back to Washington. He might not choose to take the job and you were not planning on getting tied down when you just started college anyway. But although you two were on the same page, it looked like some others did not get the memo.
Daryl shared what he saw the night of your birthday with Rick and Shane. Shane was just mad that someone got to you first, but Rick and Daryl were furious. How dare some dumb shit come in and fuck you when they couldn't? And then they had to see Negan parade you around like he just won himself the prized pony at the town fair. You were too innocent, too good for a man like Negan. Sure, they didn't know a thing about him, but they were more than certain they could treat you a million times better than he ever could. So they attempted to hatch various little schemes to make Negan look bad. However, none of them made it past the drawing board. The saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend,' did not apply at all to them. They would end up bickering amongst themselves and not a single plan came to fruition.
Any semblance of a truce between the three of them broke one fateful night.
Your dad was out drinking with some coworkers and you were at home, working on schoolwork. Suddenly, you heard the doorbell ring. Cautiously, you crept down the stairs and looked through the peep hole to find out who it was. It was Rick, bloodshot eyes and messed up hair. You quickly unlocked and opened the door, worried about his mental state.
"Hey is everything ok," you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
His head shot up at the sound of your voice, clearly not expecting you to be the one to answer the door.
He didn't say anything which made you uneasy, so you lied about the whereabouts of your dad, "Were you looking for my dad? I can call him if you'd like."
He just stood there, looking at you. Honestly, it freaked you out, murder and rape statistics where the culprit is someone you know flashed through your head as you began to slowly backtrack on your words.
"How about you give me a second and I get my dad. He's upstairs, but it'll only take a second-," you began but Rick suddenly collapsed to his knees.
"Jesus! Rick, what's wrong," you cry out, running to his side.
His hands shoot out, pulling you into a rough kiss. Your body stills in shock, before struggling and pushing him away.
‘HEY," you yell, before softening your voice, "You are not in your right mind right now. Either you calm down and speak, or you leave."
Rick's bloodshot eyes began to tear up and you never thought you would see the day the man would be so vulnerable like this.
"Lori's takin' the kids," he shakily breathed out.
"Oh fuck," you gasped, "Oh god, Rick, I'm so sorry."
He buried his face into his hands and began to sob. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him into the house and led him to a couch. You sat down next to him, pulling a blanket over his shoulders as the poor man broke down. You just held him, allowing him to cry out all his frustrations onto your shoulder.
After a while, his cries slowed to a stop and he pulled away. You offered him some napkins to wipe his face and he did so.
You both sat in silence for a bit before you broke it, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not much to talk about," his voice was rough, guarded, as if he was disappointed in himself for letting you see him like this.
"Is there anything you would like me to do," you asked, your voice kind and gentle, and completely undeserving of the storm running through his head.
"Can I kiss ya," he asked.
"Rick...," you said hesitantly, "You didn't want anything to do with me before and I'm worried that you'll regret it if you do something now. I don't want to take advantage of what you're feeling right now.“
He leaned close to you, eyes pleading, "I swear 'm not gonna regret it. I need ya, darlin'. Please."
He leaned in and pressed his swollen lips to yours. You didn't kiss back but after a moment of him running his fingers into your hair, mumbling words of praise and desire, you gave in.
"As long as you are sure," you said between his kisses.
"'m sure, 'm so sure. Wanted ya for so long, darlin'. Ya got no idea, how hard its been," he groaned out.
"Woah, there cowboy, I got a bedroom y'know," you gave a small smile, pulling Rick up and walking him up to your room.
As soon as the door was closed, he was on you like an animal. Desperate kisses placed against your neck and hands wandering all over your body. You moaned in response, your own hands tugging at the buttons on his shirt. Prying your clothes off each other, you take a moment to appreciate the handsome man on top of you. He pressed himself into your neck growling at the sight of Negan's marks littering your body. He begins to suck and bite over them, as if he was trying to cover up any evidence that Negan had you. Your naked bodies tumbled onto the bed, hands groping and pulling at each others' flesh. Rick lifted your hips, moving down your body, placing kisses as he went.
You offered to take care of him instead, but he looked up at you with his big eyes and pleaded to let him do this. With a nod of confirmation, he dug his face into you, eating you out like a man starved. Low groans of appreciation left his lips, his eyes closing in bliss as he licked a long stripe up your lips. He began to suckle on your clit, causing you to flail at the pleasure. You panted and moaned loudly, Rick having to force your hips down lest you accidently kick him. You reached your peak quickly, waves of pleasure crashing over you but Rick turned it into a tsunami as he continued to finger your slick folds and circle your clit with his mouth.
"Rick, 's too much," you moaned out at the overstimulation, trying to push him away.
He looked like a man possessed, like not a single word you were saying was getting through to him. As you tried to move away, his grip on your hips tightened, leaving marks as he just tugged you ever closer to his face. He kept mumbling incoherent words, you only picking up, "so pretty," "all mine," and, "waited so long." The desperate, sinful phrases he uttered sent vibrations through you, reaching another crescendo as you came again.
"Rick," you cried out in a long-drawn out moan, "Please."
The man blinks, looking like he fell out of a trance. He pulls away, allowing you to slump down in relief.
"'m sorry, darlin'," he said, wiping the glisten off of his face, "You just tasted so good."
"It's okay," you panted, still trying to catch your breath.
Rick takes that as his cue to continue, and he surges forward, spreading your legs and rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds.
"Wai- oh," you moan out as Rick plunges into you with one hard thrust.
He's girthy, stretching you out despite all of the wetness on you. It takes your breath away, but feels amazing and you cling onto his shoulders, pulling him close.
Without hesitation, Rick begins to move, thrusting in and out of you at a harsh pace. Once again, he acts like a man possessed, violently humping you. He bites and sucks on your breasts, pinching and pulling on your nipples. He switches from thrusting to giving shallow thrusts while grinding against your clit. It's like he is trying to be as deep inside of you as he can. He halts his assault on your breasts, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.
In return, you wraps your legs around his hips, helping him reach deeper inside of you. You both moan out sweet nothings, words of empty affection and desire. Eventually, Rick grunts, pushing in deep and stilling, as white hot ribbons pulse out and line your walls.
As soon as he feels that every drop is in you, he slowly pulls out before quickly plugging you up with his fingers, causing you to cry out. He moves his head back down again, lapping at you while his fingers push his cum deeper inside. He tastes the mixture of you both and it makes him happy to know that there is such physical evidence of you together. You cry out one last time, lurching upwards as Rick helps you ride out your high. He finally pulls away completely and you let out a small laugh in absolute disbelief of how good that was.
"That good, huh, darlin'," Rick grinned and you nodded, reaching down to pull him in for a kiss.
You both relaxed into the bed, giddy and cuddled up next to each other.
After a bit of peace, you looked up at him, "Are you feeling better?"
He smiled, leaning down and kissing your forehead, "Much."
"Thank you," he murmured into your hair and you smiled, "Anytime."
The serenity you both created was broken by the sound of the door to the house closing and your dad's voice booming out, "Hi! I'm home!"
Whatever little pocket of peace, the temporary paradise you bestowed upon each other, was shattered with those three words. Rick rolled away from you like a man on fire, dropping to the ground in an effort to scramble for his clothes.
"Fuck," you whispered and the man muttered unholy mantras under his breath as he struggled to put his clothes on.
You put on a nightgown you owned and a robe, "Calm down. He doesn't come into my room without knocking and you left nothing downstairs that would be evidence you were here. You're going to have to wait for him to go to his room before you can slip out the door anyway."
You heard your dad call for you again as his footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and down the hall towards your room. You and Rick looked at each other in a panic.
"I can jump outta the window, a fracture never hurt nobody," he said, already pulling at the window.
Your dad knocked on the door, "Sweetie? Everything okay? Just got back from hanging with the guys."
You signaled to Rick to stop moving and to stay quiet, before calling back out to him, "Yeah everything's good! Just woke up from a nap is all! I'll be down in a sec!"
Your dad yawned, "No worries! Take your time too, think Imma take a shower 'n freshen up."
You could hear him move away from your door and towards the bathroom. Neither you nor Rick moved a hair until the sounds of the water rushing caused you to both sag in relief.
"Were you really about to jump out the window, just to avoid him," you quipped, quirking an eyebrow.
Rick did not look amused, "I really don't want to hurt him."
You put your hands up in a surrendering motion, you really didn't want to redo this conversation again, "Okay, okay. Let's get you out of here."
You poked your head out of the room, double checking that the coast was clear and then motioned for Rick to follow you. You guys climbed down the stairs and reached the front door. You both went out onto the porch and he began to move away.
Quickly, you grasped onto his arm, "You're not going to start treating me coldly again, are you?"
"Pretty sure it was you doin' that, darlin'," he chuckled, but stopped seeing your expression.
"You know what I mean," you pouted.
Rick sighed, before reaching down and pecking you on the head, "I do. And I won't."
You gave a bright smile, practically blinding him. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you planted a sweet kiss on his lips.
"I look forward to seein' you around, then."
Rick nodded, a slight blush covering his face, "Wouldn't miss it for the world, darlin'."
He stepped away, turning to watch you reenter the house before going back on his way home. Life kept draining him, but you kept him going like a solar-powered battery.
Next up:
"YOU DID WHAT TO MY KID?" Your dad roared.
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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Dealer!Ellie Williams x reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Finally reaching our Crescendo and leading into our Coda of this story Ellie and you finally get some time to talk, but that isn’t until we see Seline’s madness from a different view point first
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Seline, blood, violence, fighting, unconsciousness, like 3 lines mention on r!pe, head wounds, one homophobic slur aimed at you and Ellie
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : I am not going to lie to you this is my first time writing a fight scene so its gonging to be absolute shit, and this is only partially proof read I am sorry i was eager to get this out. Also i know that Ellie’s name is just Ellie but i have a hc of when she’s in trouble or someone’s seriously trying to get her attention that she’s called Eleanor
You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from your throat while you, Jesse and Dina all stumbled down the hallway. The three of you looked like drunken soilders as you hand your arms around one another, you being sandwiched between the couple and you sang “I want it that Way” so off key that even AJ McLean would be put to shame. You all swayed side to side singing as loud as you could while trying to not fall making more giggles erupt from your mouths.
As you drew near to Dina’s room though you noticed that the door was wide open. The others noticed it too because soon your singing had ceased and you let go of each other. Jesse put you and Dina behind him and the two of you crept after him in a single file line. With every creak of the floorboards under your toes you winced. If someone was in there you knew for sure they had heard you.
Getting close to the opening, the three of you put your backs to the wall to listen for any commotion of the intruder inside.
“You drugged my drink, you took advantage of me while I was in that state! And because of that— because— because of you I lost that one good thing in my life. The one thing that was keeping me together, making sure I didn’t lose myself! Now she’s gone!”
Ellie?
“Oh please don’t be such a baby about it. Drugged or not you kept whining her name over and over again, you even called me that skank's name on the way here! You mistook me for her.”
The Blonde.
Without much thinking you stepped forward, around Jesse and rushed into the dorm. You found Ellie on the ground cornered by the blonde from the party. From her body language, the way she was folded in on herself, her green eyes wide with fear you knew she was scared. You watched the blonde grip Ellie’s jaw leaning in and that’s when you acted. You stepped back on your left foot, and with your right you stomped down. There was a satisfying thud and Ellie’s attacker was on the floor. You were absolutely seething. All this time you had thought that Ellie had just gotten bored of you and found someone else to fuck with but that wasn’t true at all! She was forced and that made you a whole other definition of anger.
Your eyes didn’t tear away from the blonde on the floor, even when Jesse came in to get Ellie out, even when Ellie’s screams to not leave you fell on your deaf ears you stood there fists clenched, your shadow casted on the woman’s body in front of you. The door slammed shut behind you sealing the apartment into darkness without the light of the hallway, your shadow disappearing.
“Get up.” You snarled walking over to the woman, you canvas sneakers thudding against the vinyl floor. You reached down and grabbed a fistful of the faux blonde hair, her dark roots showing. “I said get the fuck up!” You yelled, jerking her up. The woman’s now busted lip was pulled back in a bloody snarl. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You demanded.
“A bitch who’s better than you.” She chuckled spitefully.
And those words right there caused you to snap.
The fight was a flurry of hair pulling and nail clawing. The woman managed to force you to the ground, sending a harsh blow to your hairline with her sharp heel. You could feel the skin bust open followed by warm blood gathering. You were dizzy to say the least, your vision blurred and a loud ringing in your ears but you refused to give up. The woman raised her foot to stomp back down but with every ounce of strength you had left in you, you rolled onto your back and covered your face with your arms so the heel hit your forearm rather than your head again. When she hesitated, seeing you block her attack you took that moment to grab her ankle and push her off you.
Once the woman was off of you, you were able to get to your feet, using the wall as support. Had it not been for the anger and adrenaline in your veins you would’ve been out like a light on the ground already. Reaching behind the blonde you managed to get her in a choke hold, her shorter body wriggling against yours. “What the fuck is your name even?” You spat applying pressure.
An airy chuckle came from the woman as she turned her head slightly to the right so you could see her mean blue eyes. “Seline.” And without any warning she stamped down on your foot and bit down on your forearm. You felt the skin break and in a desperate attempt to get her off you grasped her hair once more and slammed her against the wall.
Seline instinctively let go and her body slipped from your grasp. You watched as she fell into a heap on the floor and you knew the fight was over. You had won.
It was a good thing too because you were starting to feel the after effects of your wounds with the adrenaline wearing off. Your head was throbbing, your legs wobbling as you struggled to walk to the door. You pulled it open, finding Jesse already standing there looking as if he was about to open the door himself.
You squint your eyes as the hall lights filtered in, making your pupils shrink from the sudden change of light to dark.
“Did ja’ win?” Jesse asked. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood, probably shocked from your appearance. What had been probably a five to eight minute fight felt like it went on for hours.
You simply looked at him with the face of “not right now” before going over to Ellie and Dina. You weren’t sure what to say to Ellie at the moment. You had been so mad at her all these weeks that you didn’t even give her a chance to explain. Now you stood here feeling like a fool.
Seline came out after you, one of her broken stilettos in hand, her hair a mess and make up smeared and mixed with blood. A satisfied smile would’ve shown if you hadn’t been so damned exhausted. Seline went twoard’s Ellie and you instantly got closer to your girlfriend, ready for round two should it be needed.
“Y’know what Williams?” She growled “Enjoy your fucking animal you fucking dyke.” With that she spat on the white tip of your canvas sneakers. Oh it was time for round two. But Jesse, sensing what you were about to do, grabbed the back of your shirt to keep you from going forward. And it was a good thing too, you knew you didn’t have it in you to go through that fight again. You all watched her limp down the hallway and into the elevator, the doors closing with a ding. Punctuating that she was out of your life forever.
You looked at Ellie and she looked at you with a meek smile, but upon making eye contact she dropped that smile and looked away in shame. Why did she do that? Were you glaring? You were probably glaring. With Seline gone there was now an unasked question hanging in the air. What now? You and Ellie obviously needed to talk, but oh your head. You felt as if you were going to collapse at any moment.
Jesse’s words were muffled in your ears and you just absently responded “Got it.” to each command. He must have been satisfied because he pulled you gently, your body limply falling into his embrace. You could feel his worry roll off of him in waves. A part of you just wanted to close your eyes and pass out there, give into the sleep that was nipping your skin, its claws pulling at your shirt but you forced yourself to stand back up.
The blood started to collect at the corner of your jaw, collecting until it made a large drop and dripped down onto your shirt.
You weren’t sure what happened after that, you were working on autopilot. You lead Ellie into the dorm, splatters of blood on the wall and the floor. It looked like a crime scene.
Ellie took the lead, gently taking your wrist into her hand and leading you to the bathroom. She was worried, it was obvious that you needed to go to the hospital you were losing so much blood. She was shocked that you were still up and walking. You were shocked too.
Making it to the bathroom, Ellie sat you down on the lidded toilet. Your eyes were down, blurring in and out of focus. She cupped your jaw, her thumbs rubbing it over your bruised and bleeding cheeks. Ellie’s mouth was moving but the ringing in your ears was so loud that you couldn’t even make out what she was saying. You guessed that she had said something about you staying put because you watched her rush out of the bathroom.
Your body leached forward and you tried to grab onto the sink to stop the pull but gravity won and with a loud smack you hit the ground everything going black.
You blinked slowly, finding nothing but a cream color in your field of vision. It took a couple more blinks for the haze to wear off and for you to realize that you were looking up at the ceiling. But who’s ceiling? This one had green stars and planets littered on its surface looking back down on you.
The smell of the bed and pillow that you laid on wasn’t your own. It was more of a cologne than a perfume, a mix of woody patchouli and amber of ambroxan. Ellie’s cologne. The Luna Rossa that you bought her every Christmas and birthday with how fast she went through it. Turning your head to the left you saw a photo strip of you and Ellie making all sorts of different poses within the four frames. There was another one beside it too, a more recent one. With each photo you got more intimate.
The first you turned to look at each other, then in the next Ellie tucked your hair behind your ear, the third she cupped your jaw, the two of you moving closer, eyes starting to close and in the fourth one your lips connected.
Taking in all the pieces, the ceiling, the smells, the photos you were able to figure out that you were in Ellie’s room. Ellie. You sat up quickly, too quickly though. Your head was throbbing still and you put your hand to your wound only to find that it had been bandaged already.
“I would be careful moving if I were you.”
Your head shot up, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. There to your surprise was Ellie standing awkwardly in the partially opened doorway. From the light pouring in from the living room’s window behind her you could tell that it was morning.
“What time is it?”
“Around three in the afternoon.”
“Three in the afternoon?!” You sputtered trying even harder now to get up as you threw the fluffed up comforter off of your body. Your classes! Tests! Lectures! You had missed a whole day of school! “How long have I been out?!”
In your quick movements and your body still being fatigued you stumbled over yourself and the bed itself. Had it not been for Ellie (and well the bed) you would’ve fallen flat on your face.
“Easy, easy,” Ellie gently urged, holding your body to hers. “A little over twelve hours now, I was about to come check on you. Jesse said if you weren’t up within the next thirty minutes to call the hospital.”
You frowned but listened to her words, your eyes focused on her orange and red striped shirt. “Hospital? Why would we need to go to a hospital?” You were a whole world more confused. What trouble could you have possibly gotten into that would make you go to the hospital as well as you waking up in Ellie’s bed.
You remembered Dina bursting in your room announcing you were going out then forcing you to get dressed. Skip ahead to the party you and Jesse did shots together in celebration of your first outing without thinking of Ellie, then you remembered singing Drunken Sailor and Welerman to somehow get to I want it that Way while the three of you made it back to Dinas but after that everything was hazy.
“I tried to be quick,” Ellie sighed leaning against the bed with you wrapped up in her arms. “I was so scared she had killed you or that you were going to die from what happened. So when I saw you on the bathroom floor, all that blood I just, I didn’t know what to do I— I called Joel but he—”
Ellie’s words started to get caught as a lump formed in her throat. She couldn’t describe the fear she felt seeing you out on the ground wheezing in pain, your eyes closed and blood pouring out onto the white tile. She called Jesse who immediately came running back. Neither of them were sure what they should do. If they called an ambulance they would see the wounds and police would be contacted. Police would then want to search all the apartments and they would ultimately find Ellie’s weed selling stash causing you, Jesse, Dina n’ Ellie could all kiss your education good bye.
While in her panicked state, Ellie called Joel who did his best to keep the young woman calm while walking her through the process of cleaning your wounds and bandaging them. He had her focus on the worst one first; your forehead then he moved her down to the bite mark on your arm and then your busted knuckles and lastly a few cuts that litterared your body along with the various bruises that Seline had cursed you with. She knew that had she been in a better physical and mental state she would’ve gone after Seline herself. Make the woman feel the pain that you were feeling but tenfold. Let her understand the hell she had put the two of you through over the past month. Let her see—
Ellie’s thoughts were cut off when she felt something squeeze her body. Her cheeks were wet and droplets were falling onto her shirt and your hair. She didn’t even realize that she was crying until she heard you whispering comforting words into her ear while you hugged her shoulders. Ellie’s eyes squinted with more tears and she hugged you tighter sobbing into your shoulder. She thought she had lost you that morning you walked out, then when she found you in the bathroom. Would it take the third try for you to be gone? Ellie pulled you closer, shaking at the mere thought of having to go through that fear of losing you again.
“I know that you don’t forgive me,” Ellie mumbled into your hair after a while. “And I don’t blame you but—”
“Eleanore stop.”
Ellie instantly stiffened thinking you were upset but when you gingerly cupped her jaw, moving around so you were sitting in her lap; Ellie felt some relief. She wrapped her hands around your waist and forced herself to keep her head up looking at you.
“Ellie, I am not going anywhere.” You started while thumbing her jaw, “Yes, we definitely need to talk but we can fix this. I realize now you were serious when you said you had no idea what you were doing and I should’ve listened to you.” You looked down with a small sigh, “I was just so mad because she was on you all night and the other girls have done it too and I was worried that you had realized how much— how much— I don't know prettier they are, smarter, better than me. And you deserve better! There is so much that I want to give you but I struggle—”
It was your turn now to ramble out your thoughts in a quick and nervous tone, venting all the fears you had mixed in with the insecurities about your body, your brain, your abilities. And Ellie listened, she let you list off each one. With every check to that list she held you a little tighter, pulling you a bit closer until eventually she had you wrapped up in her arms.
It was clear to see that you two were cracked and broken both on the inside and out.
But the good thing about something being broken is you can fix it before it shatters.
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This is important, please read.
TW: war, kidnapping, murder, war included stuff and talk, small mention of r@pe.
So for those who knew or didnt knew, im from Israel, if you havent heard im here to tell you the news that in the past 2 almost 3 days Israel is in war. Hard and brutal war. Gaza and the Hamas attacked in the esrly morning of the 7.10 to be exact at 6:30 am. 50 years and a day from one of our most worse war my country had ever gone through.
They send 2000 rackets to the whole south of Israel, mostly Gaza Strip and the towns and cities next to it. Multiple people were killed as terrorists took down the boarder lines and attacked from all ways, from the ground, air, sea and even in a siber attack. Gaza and the terrorists had caught us off gaurd compelitly. Soliders, police officers, and citizens themselves got to fight terrorists in the streets of those towns that the terrorists took over, they shooted on buildings, homes, every single person they saw.
That whole first day i was fixed on the news, every single second i watched the news and the horrible things that is going im my own country. It was unbeliveble.
In that first day, hundreds of terrorists got into Israel in multiple places, they kidnapped people, held whole families hostage in their own homes, murdered soliders on left and right and send rackets at the whole south of the country. There was a forest party thousands of people were in, those people got surrounded by multiple terrorists without them noticing before it was too late, those people tried to escape for their lives and some managed to do so after running away in cars and on foot, hiding in bushes and trees while people meters from them are being shot and killed. But some didnt have a good ending, those terrorists kidnapped multiple people, killed left and right and its just horrible.
All of those who were kidnapped are or dead, alive and held in some ditch or in Gaze itself, harased and r@ped, those female soliders that just finished school, that just got into the army are held in rooms with so many terrorist and in danger each second. Its so fucking scary.
In the last few days its been going this way. There are currently about 800 soliders, familes and citizens that were murdered from the start of the war, 2500+ injured, and almost 300 that got kidnapped.
The news are never ending and its horrible, all day and night long i hear war planes flying above me to fight in the south side of Israel. Its scary, even teriffying. Because i know that in some point the rackets will reach the place i live in. Im scared. And i know its not even the start.
I've been watching and hearing so many stuff in the past 2-3 days and its nothing any one need to see, feel, watch or even be a part of.
Im sorry to be the one who will tell you this is its the first time you'll hear about this war, but its true, and that my and another 9 million people's lives. Israel will stand tall and we'll win.
Any questions about this can be asked in my ask box, its open and feel free to ask things about the situation in Israel.
Please repost this, so others in tumblr will know and read about this. Its important.
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what a dim fkn lesbophobe.. ofc most prostitutes don't enjoy most times the crusty johns f*ck them but if they're osa they at least have the capacity to enjoy sex involving males and their dicks which lesbians innately do not. it's overdramatic to say that every single encounter a prostitute (who had picked this job) has is SA, that's trivializing the very meaning and victims of SA. there absolutely are het and bihet women who enjoy being promiscuous and getting railed by random males and have decided they may as well make money from that as incomprehensible and dangerous and anti-feminist as it is. but lesbians could never willingly be with a male, so yes, ofc if a male r*ped me - a gold star lesbian, it would be 100 times worse for my psyche than a fellow woman r*ping me. that is not the say that r*pe isn't always traumatic. female heteros can't ever really relate to this because they are female themselves and are attracted to males who oppress them so they'll never understand how revolting the very idea of any physical contact with a male is to us, the softest seemingly consensual hetero 'love-making' 🤢 would still be aggressive r*pe to a lesbian. on the other end, most het women will never that viscerally disgusted by the idea of intimacy with a woman, they don't desire it, but they know and have female anatomy themselves and female genitalia isn't as weaponizable and physically endangering as male either. if you asked most het-attracted women, they'd still choose to be assaulted by a woman if they were forced into such an awful choice. most of them are so lesbophobic and heteronormatively brainrotted anyway that they wouldn’t even perceive lesbian sex as 'real' so being r*ped by a woman wouldn’t be as traumatic for most. so while all r*pists should die eternally in the pits of hell no matter the compatibility of their orientation and their victim's, you are simply lesbophobic and insanely cruel if you think that the doubly inhumane: homophobic and misogynistic 'corrective' r*pe isn't most horrific and traumatizing to lesbians in particular.
So first of all i think you're like completely misplacing your anger, hope it made you feel better to type all that out at least? Like I think you've misunderstood my post maybe lmao, because the POINT of that post about "no prostitutes are lesbians because any real lesbian would kill themselves rather than get touched by a male is very unkind TO LESBIANS who have been sexually abused by men or prostituted. But maybe because I suggested I think its fucked up to say that "osa" women suffer less from being raped you don't care abt the rest.
So to clarify, I dont think attempting to quantify who suffers from rape "the most" is a reasonable conversation to have, it's neither helpful nor compassionate to any victims of sexual assault.
You can recognize that corrective rape is awful (it is and I've never said otherwise) and think that.
Why do we need to build a hierarchy of the different types of sexual abuse and assault lmao? Who does that help? What gives you the right to quantify the pain of other people as well? I could hit you with "well what about victims of incest?" Or something like that and maybe you would double down or make a concession "well okay, under those circumstances MAYBE it's as bad for """osa""" women to be raped as it is for lesbians" but the point of what I'm saying is actually I think that this conversation is gratuitous and I think we've lost by entertaining it at all. You can have a conversation about factors which might exacerbate the suffering caused by sexual assault/abuse without devolving into "and that's why none of you will ever suffer like *I* have suffered" etc and so on. Why does it even seem attractive to you to feel like no one could ever understand how particularly damaged you are? Would you not rather try to relate to people who are trying to reach out through similar experiences to you than like languish alone like this? Like refuse to let people relate to you and then claim that they can't/won't? Idk lol
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tagged by @longtimelie - 13 songs that have been on my mind recently and some blurbs because i love 2 run my dang mouth
black - pearl jam ; one of those songs where i know if i listen to it i gotta have a good cry. just a nice long cry. because holy fuck
all out life - slipknot ; i have mostly been thinking about this one because im learning it on bass by ear and it is so DIFFICULT to hear the bass on that track ....vman if you are out there tell these nerds to turn you up i am suffering out here. plz youre my only hope
r/pe me - nirvana ; naughty title i know but it is one of my favorite nirvana songs and i can't Not put it on repeat every now and then and i can't Not stare at a wall for 8 hours afterwards its about the routine of things
lies - korn ; ngl the main reason i think about this song as much as i do is because i wanna learn how to do the vocal work in this sooo bad SOOO bad i have a pretty good foundation for this typa screamin (i just be making noises that is me i am the noise maker) but i wanna get BETTER at it so i can DO THIS because WHAT THE FUCK!!!!
tornado of souls - megadeth ; other than the fact that i think dave mustaine is probably the cuntiest old man alive? no words. literal party song. good times all around
nothing else matters - metallica ; this was one of my first metallica songs i listened to back in middle school and for some reason for Some Reason it has found its way back to me in small bursts...could be me finding familiarity with it as i learn more about the band but oughh mygod!!!!!!nothing else matters!!!!
new slang - the shins ; early signs of my scrubs rewatching relapse is when i got this thing blasting ... there's no hope for me after that you just gotta understand
given up - linkin park ; watchin video clips of this song being done live has severed my jaw from my skull and permanently stapled it to the floor theres no fucking way no fucking WAY it can sound that good. houly shide
what love? - idkhow ; always gotta show love for what love like honestly? if we're talking instant pick me up songs? songs that fuck silly nasty crazy for no reason? instant bump instant replay all day every freakin day. the music video was so beautiful and the wait was so WORTH IT in this house we love what love
for all the cows - foo fighters ; for SOME reason i always find myself stimming along to this song or humming it or tapping it during work it's just s'darn catchy...whole album is s'darn catchy! what gives!!!!!!!!
good god - korn ; this is quite literally me every single day at work i am not even kidding not even in the slightest. probably not the best for my hearing that i have been rotating this album in my mind for a good two and a halfish months but yeah. crazy how they wrote a whole song about me at work
liberate - slipknot ; this song makes me feel a certain way 🚶 a quite silly and rambunctious typa way
darkness - rage against the machine ; it's the curse of the crow soundtrack i fear. aka one of the greatest movie soundtracks of all time. to me. can't imagine a world where i would ever skip this beauty and i will not ever BE part of a world where i ever skip this song as it comes on. no way no how
tagging @half-doomed & @sinclarsupremacy
#listening to pre kirk metallica and then megadeth right after like sigh i hate when mom and dad fight 😔‼️#but yeah this be the inner workings of my mind
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Now that Sandman is kinda trending I thought I might give my shitty list of things, that were written by Neil Gaiman, for people to read. Enjoy. Or not. (Btw I did not read every single thing he wrote, 'cus that's like a lot and i have somewhat of a social life and other hobbies, but a part of my bookshelf is dedicated to his books so idk maybe I am semi qualified like my old PE teacher who was 100% stoned at all times and wasn't even a real teacher). Also I kinda left out good omens since I think it doesn't need to be mentioned anyways, its a work of art go read it. Additionally I have zero knowledge with comics so yeah u can Google his involvement with comics on ur own.
- the ocean at the end of the line.
I love it. Was genuinely horrific at points. Loved that. ( insert essay on how the book feels like a children's book written by him, but at the same time it's not and dont give your children that to read. Or do. Am i ur mom) anyway there is a very pretty version of it out with lots of pretty pictures in black and white.
10/10 will not read again I already have sleeping problems
- a study in emerald
As a lover for cosmic horror and sherlock homes, this was amazing. U can read it for free online. There is a comic/visual novel(? Idk it is all pictures and text) it's very good.
Can someone explain y most of Neil Gaimans work is illustrated. It's cool but ot doesn't seem very common with other authors.
10/10 more green slimy things yes pls
- his children's books r cool I guess
Coraline, the milk one, I am to lazy to get up from my bed but u know which one if u google it, and the graveyard book. Again all illustrated and/or haver graphic novels(whats the difference between graphic novels and comics/gen)
10/10 they make me feel like I had a cozy and happy childhood
- the sleeper and the spindle
Did I buy this one because it had two pretty lady's kissing? Maybe, but I am just too gay not to. Again illustrated. Chris Riddell did great with this one(I got up from my bed for this, btw it's 'fortunately the milk' for the book that I mentioned before) it's surprising to say the least. A twist on a classic tale.
10/10 pretty pictures, pretty ladies and a pretty story what else do u need
- the view from the cheap seats
Tbh I bought it on sale because no way am I paying 30 euros for a collection of essays and forewords. It was interesting? I guess. I enjoyed it. Half the time I didn't know what he was talking about. But maybe that was just me being on painmeds at the time of reading.
10/10 got some nice book recommendations that I probably never gonna read.
- American gods and anansi boys
So I know that American gods is kinda known and so on, but I never see much about the 'sequel'( it's not really a sequel as much it is just a different tale in the same universe with one reoccurring character. But he dies in like the first few chapters lol. Kinda.) Anyways. I enjoyed it a bit more. Take that with a grain of salt, because I can't remember shit from the books. Again it's either my very horrible memory or the painmeds. But I remember they were entertaining.
10/10 don't give Blowjobs to people who r driving a car. That's irresponsible. Just don't. (How is that pretty much the only part I remember) there is a short story that acts a bit like an epilogue or side story for American gods. Its good. Again I can't remember the plot, I just remember that it contained an important piece of lore that's finally got confirmed with the side story.
- his short stories
Mmmmmmmh. Read at own risk. I still wake up in sweat at night because of that one short story about narnia. It disturbed me. Alot. I remember Neil Gaiman wrote about this short story in the collection of essays. I hope he loves fucking with people's heads, because he certainly gave me a serious brainfuck. Then again one of the books with a collecting of sort stories is called 'trigger warning' so maybe read that as a real warning lol.
10/10 I am too stupid to understand some of his short stories (certified idiot). But a fool doesn't need to know the intentions of things, he can make fun of it regardless. Anyways. They good. They make idiot happy or sad. Depends on the story. Most likely sad and depressed. Read at ur own risk.
#neil gaiman#feral academia#academia#feral#chaotic academia#feral academic#literature#book recommendations#i am praying to the gods of gay dont make him see this#the sandman#sandman#i guess#i am not proofreading#do i look like an english major?#i minor in italian
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I mean, given that it's taken from the source material and that they (the directors) kind of left some plot holes scattered throughout, the animosity comes mainly from the Minor Family being cunts at every turn unprovoked.
Then you have when book Kinn finds out Vegas' been fucking every single one of his partners... and then its revealed that Vegas is the one that sent those men out to hunt them both down in the woods in an attempt on Kinn's life... and then you have Porsche finding out about the attempted r*pe/drugging thing... and then the Tawan shitshow... and then the final showdown/coup... not to mention the general disdain and condescension the Minor Family has for the Major Family unprovoked.
Just 'cause Vegas is a domestic abuse victim and has gone through misery at the hands of his father, doesn't erase the pain he's caused Kinn trying to one up him his entire life.
And even if we only focus on the show content and not the book, Kinn basically forgets Vegas and the Minor Family exists up until they start actively provoking them and acting up so, really, all the hostility is one sided and not personal until the Minor Family starts making it so.
I don't think there's anything Kinn would want to understand or peel back "layers" from Vegas when Kinn's been nearly killed twice by him/them... and then Vegas nearly did the same to Porsche, Kinn's partner, and Chay his partner's nong, even if it wasn't part of Vegas' plan... like I'm sorry, you don't come back from that and there's no layers they both would want to see past when it's become that personal... Kinn due to the Tawan situation and the whole going after Porsche incessantly knowing it's not genuine, that its only to hurt and humiliate him + endangering his and Porsche's life multiple times. Then we have Vegas for having Gun/Kan abuse him seemingly for being incompetent and not being able to destroy and humiliate the Major Family and then having the person you've craved validation and love your whole life from be killed by the same family whomst you hate and also contributed to this toxic rivalry...
They would both have to put their rivalry down and try to see past their fathers' manipulation and gatekeeping but it has become too personal for either of them that I don't see it happening. Unless of course it's for a united cause but never on a personal level. There's just too much pain on either end for Kinn or Vegas to see past each others' (bad) image of one another for that type of emotional depth and understanding and empathy required. Not to mention that the Theerapanyakul family is not too strong on emotional intelligence as it is (thanks Korn and Gun/Kan for the A+ parenting).
I'm sorry, but I just don't see Kinn moving on from that. The same way I don't see Vegas moving on from that either. It's too personal.
Both Vegas and Kinn would have to put down their egos, their rivalry, and their pain and trauma caused by the other down and away, and that will simply not happen in the course of a few months when they've been at this for years since childhood and have been fed lies and manipulation by their respective fathers long before show's happenings. There's just too much pain beneath both of their bravado.
Valid points raised Anon. My post was more a wish fulfillment thing because I like stories where people use the ✨power of friendship✨ to overcome differences ahaha
Like I said, it wasn't a real criticism of the story we actually got. Just a declaration to want something more. And when I say I can't forgive Kinn and Tankhun, what I really mean is, I can't forgive the writers (and that too not really) for not developing their dynamic more. The show ended without any growth or significant change in the dynamic between the cousins.
And when I say 'tried to understand his layers', it doesn't mean I expect them to forgive him for everything he's done. Nor I believe that being abused is an excuse for how shitty Vegas has been, but it definitely is a little bit of an explanation. Relationships are complicated, people are complicated, you can hate someone and still find that you could trust them with somethings (like Porsche trusted Vegas when he asked V to care of Pete). You can resent someone but still vouch for their character (like Vegas did for Kinn when he assured Porsche that Kinn would never Chay). You can be beaten and humiliated by a person your life and still cry when they die (like Vegas does when Gun is killed)
Like for me, it's just so much more interesting to see characters truly majorly fuck up but still somehow find a common ground to stand on with their narrative foils - if anything the whole mutual hatred makes for some really great banter when they are actually forced to work together - it's just so much more fun!!
I feel Kinn, who constantly screwed up things with Porsche, of all people can and would find it in his heart to sympathize with Vegas. Like just imagine the moral conundrums, imagine the guilt mixed in with the very real (well-deserved) hatred he feels for Vegas, mixed in with his constant need to do the right thing, mixed in with his insecurities. Oooohahahaha imagine Vegas having to make peace with the fact that Kinn isn't an asshole afterall and didn't deserve to be at the receiving end of all the snide remarks. I JUST LIKE STORIES WHERE CHARACTERS HEAL THEIR GENERATIONAL TRAUMAS TOGETHER OKAY 😭😭😭
Thank you for the ask anon, this has been really fun, I love myself a Kinn defender. *Kisses you*
#anon ask#kinnporsche#kinnporsche the series#kinnporsche meta#vegas theerapanyakul#kinn theerapanyakul
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ive never donated to ao3 but just curious why is it bad? this is the first im hearing of this and i want to be educated lol
1) they don't need it.
2) a lot of people actually do need it.
3) they host a bunch of wack shit (actual c/p, r/pe fics, racist fics etc etc) and have bs excuses about why it's being kept up. people also defend this. and it's like. up. still.
4) they do not need it they overshoot their goal by literal tens of thousands of dollars every single time & don't have transparency about where the money is going.
5) the people who donate by and large Have to be a dick about it & doubling down on their fucked up morals by going out of their way to be racist/classist/shitty etc esp to people who have donation posts up and are vocal abt being against ao3
5) literally sm more but its almost 2 am and I am very tired.
6) i cannot strwss this enough. they. do. not. need. it.
also like. why is it bad? see above reasons but i have a question to ask in return..
why would it be good? like? even if u didnt know about this which ok.... uhm thats on u lol. they overshoot their goal every goddamn donation drive.....why tbe FUCK would anyone donate to something that clearly and evidently doesnt need it? and importantly.... what does ao3 really DO? like. successfully? quickly.
#also yeah like yah yah (i think fae said it at least - cant check rn but yeah) said..... this site has been in beta since 2011#qnd everytime someone calls them out on the like. blatant racism etc they give some placating bs abt how theyre workiing on it#the we see u we hear u type shit#and they dont DO ANYTHING!!#like they havent fulfilled any of their promises#any??#its almost 2am and im tired so i might edit this tmrw#anonymous
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same anon as last time))) hello again. for me, while i adore both, i prefer kaohika more. for me, it's a matter of hating people who feminize kao— it's a homo ship for fucks sake. and people act as if one character out of the two just has to be girly. fucking garish (and believe me when i say I've read every hikakao fic online. On non English websites, on AO3, adult fanfiction.org, and yes, every fic on fanfiction.net, and oh, it's fucking disgusting). hika can be cute too, if not more so. like the roles assigned to them in their act is just an act. hika is no more of a top than kao is— if anything, as said in the manga (by Hani-senpai) "
i like to think hika is the more dependant twin. i feel like he just can't live with the thought of being away from kao. and that scene in karuizawa where he acts as if it was nearly the end if the world when kao was only grazed lightly on the cheek. kao is hika's pillar.
but hikakao fics are just written by stereotypical authors nowadays, who reduce kao's character to nothing more than the seductive/uke/cute/coy baby brother (who, for some reason, has all the worst, inhumane things happening to him, like r/pe, pr/stitution, being abused by hika, which is fucking bullshit, being lusted over by creeps, shitty love triangles, crossdressing crap, bc let's be real, if kao ever crossdresss, hika would too) and said authors write some filthy, mindless smut and that's it. some even misusing gender dysphoria or transgender identities, just wanting excuse to treat kao all delicate and super duper uke (and this will lead to awfully written, ooc fics by authors who mischaracterize hikaru and kaoru and soon, the newer authors would follow in their footsteps and spread the disease.
long story short. i now hate top hikaru fanfics with a passion, and only read either top kaoru fics, or just non-smut where it doesn't feminize kao or write stereotypical shit based on their FAKE act (assigned roles). And you might think I'm deluded and completely out of my mind, but yes, this affects me greatly. I love Hikaru and Kaoru. they're my comfort characters, and i've been in the fandom for so long… and seeing the gradual descent to abomination.
thank you for listening to my ted talk, even if you didn't ask :')
YOU. ARE SO. REAL FOR THIS.
The fic im writing rn is switch hkk/khk :)
I have also read every single hitachiinx2 fic on the internet. you name it, ive read it. i 100% agree w u.
ugh like PLEAE LET THEM JUST BE IN LOVE. CAN WE HAVE A FLUFFY HITACHIINx2 FIC??? PLEASE???
its almost like half the writers out there only read and watched up to The Twins Fight (ep 5 in the anime, I dont remember the manga chapter).
I love top kao so so so so much <3 I also love top hika so so so much <3 so long as they treat the twins differently based on personality, not just their stage roles. kaoru is sarcastic, witty, but also level headed. he may get flustered somewhat easily, but he plays it up for his role. hikaru is more quiet, and only fully comfortable with himself when he's just with his brother. he is more emotional as well, but bottles it up.
these things are so easy to see if you just pay attention.
like literally. they are so damn different. the fic im writing rn literally has their povs showing that they enjoy their act, but also find the roles constraining, especially when they just want to be themselves.
also, ofc! im happy to listen to ur opinions (which r very based)
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Harriet Hook; the tired bitch who deserves a break from raising everyone
i have always Headcanoned that Harriet is like, legit the oldest vk on the isle, like straight up the first born vk. and because of this, once she was old enough to scowl at someone, babysitted fucking allllll the big bads kids. she's everyone's mom. everyone respects her, even Mal (when she was on the isle) didn't fuck with her (Harriet held Mal by the ankle when she tried to snatch Harriet's pocket watch one time, she never tried to steal something off of Harriet again) so she's fucking tired after 19 years of taking care of everyone. she needs a nap and three energy drinks thank you very much
more HCs under the cut
its widely known across the isle that if you fuck with Harriet you are either going to have every single vk after your ass or your funeral planned because Harriet's going to fucking kill someone.
she's REAL protective of her baby brother and sister, and while most of the time she hides it (to protect them even further because on the isle fondness is weakness), she will go mama bear mode if you even lay a finger on her siblings. (someone did try to hold them for ransom when Harriet was 12 and...well that person was never seen again)
the Smee twins are just, soooo damn attached to her (their favorite is Harry but Harriet's a close second with CJ being the “fun one” aka the one that lets them blow shit up (harry does too but he wont let them light the stuff up))
at some point EVERYONE had a crush on her (well minus two people, Harry and CJ + most of the adults.) the only one she acknowledged was Ginny Gothel and they had a fling for a bit before they split. (Evie also had a crush on the buff ass-tall ass pirate girl but it never went anywhere because Evie only saw her around a couple times after she was let out of banishment then she was shipped off to Auradon)
Harriet is tol, like TOL. Harry is six feet? Harriet is 6ft 2. Harry hates this, Harriet can still pick him up so she likes to do that and coo at him like she did when he was younger. Harry always says he hates it and its super embarrassing but deep down he likes being held by his big sister. CJ and the twins use her like a jungle gym, she says she hates it but she never stops this.
Harriet's eyes flash red just like her fathers, Harrys, and CJs do when she gets pissed. they have only turned red (aka stayed red after they flashed) three times in her isle life. once when James almost killed Harry and she shoved him into the wall and broke his leg. twice when someone took Harry for ransom, and the third when someone tried to r*pe her and she killed them (no one tried to touch her again after that, along with anybody under her protection)
Harriet was born in September, September 12th to be exact, so she's a Virgo.
Harriet has sacrificed eating and a comfortable sleep to make sure Harry and CJ got a satisfied belly and warm bed multiple times before, she was both relived and sad when Harry got his own apartment and started getting regular meals at Ursula's chip shop and CJ moved in with Freddie and conned enough money to get her own food easily.
she approves of Uma but she sometimes misses the days where Harry would follow her around like a duckling.
she's Bi with a preference for women (she still has one-nighters with Ginny)
she is the only girl on the isle that the Gaston twins will listen to (she's fucking scary guys, and she has kicked their asses multiple times to make them listen)
she has her own ship that used to belong to her dad but she won a bet with him and just took it. its called ‘The Scarlet Maiden’
her crew is made up of mostly older vks, all younger than her of course but still older vks, Sammy Smee is her first mate.
uhhh das all i got for Harriet heh.
@camscendants i know you simp for Harriet so here <3
#Descendents#descendants#disney descendants#Harriet Hook#art#my art#harriet hook descendants#tw; mention of rape#harriet headcanons#headcanons#descendants headcanons
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ok so. i know a lot of this has probably been said before, but i wanted to put my two cents in. very rambly and disorganized because i am just like that.
i think everyone in this fandom needs to examine the way they interract with male vs female characters. why is it easier for you to focus on and create content for male characters that have appeared in 2 episodes maximum, then it is for the women that are in the main cast? why do you gravitate towards ships between two male characters who have never met (specifically jonah and like. his harem of old british men. usually based on one single line of dialogue) then the actual, canon wlw relationships?
like dont get me wrong, when lonely eyes first started cropping up it was funny! i enjoyed it, i enjoyed the multiple divorce jokes, because it was a small fandom in joke that made fun of some old bastards. and now its the second most popular ship in the fandom. now its so popular, people think its canon before they start listening. why are you unable to muster that same kind of enthusiasm for any of the female characters? gertrude and mary have very similar appeal to lonely eyes, and yet its a fringe ship that nobody ever talks about. gertrude and agnes have very significant moments and mentions in the podcast, and yet the only people i see talking about them are wlw.
or we could talk about michael and helen! helen who, as of this moment, has become a key player in the storyline. helen who yeeted michael out of existence, who took over the power of the distortion by her own choice, and with her own strength. and so often i see her relegated to "vodka aunt that coos over jonmartin" is that a bad take on her? of course not! but having her only purpose be to comment on the male characters rubs me the wrong way.
lets talk about elias and mary. elias gets praise, and love, and devotion, regardless of the horrible things he does. the entire fandom has the reputation of eliasfuckers now because everyone goes so crazy for him. mary is just as evil, has just as sexy a voice (i assume lol cause tbh? eel eyes does not do it for me and never will), and people just. hate her. full stop. why is that?
it seems like manuela has been. completely forgotten. i Never see anyone talk about her. she has just as much appeal as the male avatars, so why are you so uninterested in her? sasha and tim have the same amount of importance, and both have died, but there is So much more focus on tim. why.
daisy/basira and melanie/georgie are incredibly well developed relationships, their stories are as beautiful and tragic and intimate as jonmartin, but the f/f and m/m fic ratio on ao3 is abysmal. because it seems to me that the only people writing about them are wlw.
which happens.....a lot. het relationships and gay relationships are for everyone, but lesbian ships? thats just for gay women. everyone goes head over heels for mlm movies, regardless of sexuality, but wlw movies never receive the same kind of treatment. why.
this isn't even touching on the. blatant and disgusting fetishising of mlm. elias is evil because hes gay and skanky. tim is bi so he must sleep around. tim and martin are both mlm in the same vicinity of each other so they must have had a friends with benefits relationship. jon/elias and peter/martin have significant age differences and power disparities, so they must have an incredibly fucked up sexual relationship. jon is ace, but yall just fully ignore that so you can write horny fic of him. (and im going to be completely honest, if you get legitimate joy from writing manipulative r*pe fic involving these characters, Especially involving an ace character, ( edit: i apologize for my wording here, i didnt intend to compare trauma between ace and non ace ppl. my point is that jon seems to be the main target in these fics, and that they seem to be a direct response to his asexuality. fic like this is bad regardless of who is targetted). than that is a big problem. you arent "exploring dark topics in a meaningful way" youre writing fucked up porn for your own sick enjoyment. get angry at me all u want lmao but i stand by that)
i could go on about this forever, but what im really asking is for people to look inward and ask yourselves why you are so against connecting and interracting with female characters? no one is saying you cant like the men, but if theyre the only ones you care about? thats a problem. there are more women in tma then there are men, but they still feel like the minority because of the way the fandom acts. this isnt just a tma problem either! you can put as many rounded out female characters as you want into your content, and every time without fail they will be pushed to the side in favor of the men.
and dont come at me with "oh if you want content of the women you should make it" like we fucking are. the issue is that wlw are the only ones doing it. just take a second and think. are you ignoring the female characters in favor of the men? why? why is that your first instinct? why do you not feel the need to go against that instinct?
#the magnus archives#tma#i used to have so much more love for the male characters too but now im just tired lol#long post#ok to rb#rape mention tw
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A weapon of mass financial destruction
Some things are hard to understand because they're complicated.
Some things are complicated so they'll be hard to understand.
The harder you look at the finance industry, the more evident it becomes that the complexity is deliberate, a means of baffling with bullshit.
Private equity is one of those baffling and mysterious phenomena that only gets worse with scrutiny: how is it possible that a handful of companies are able to borrow vast sums to buy up and then destroy successful businesses? Can that really be their business-model?
Yup.
"Private Equity at Work," Eileen Appelbaum and Rosemary Batt's 2014 analysis of the social consequences of private equity takeovers. It identifies many destructive PE practices, but singles out one as especially deadly: "club deals."
https://www.russellsage.org/publications/private-equity-work
In a club deal, "two or more PE funds join together to acquire a huge enterprise, and share ownership." The presence of multiple marquee names on the deal (like the Toys R Us acquisition, with Bain, KKR, and Vornado in a single "club") puts billions on tap from lenders.
Club deals' easy access to credit made them hugely popular, constituting 40% of leveraged buyouts in 2004. But the uncritical fortunes showered on club LBOs emboldened a series of increasingly destructive grifts that caused club deals collapse in popularity.
The "save businesses, fuck workers" Trump stimulus sent trillions of Fed dollars sloshing into the finance world, fuelling multiple asset bubbles, from cryptos to single-family dwellings - even a violent trading-card frenzy.
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/05/14/business/pokemon-cards-target.html
To that list, we can now add Club Deals 2.0, with billions being marshalled by PE alliances who are bidding against one another to acquire Medline America's largest manufacturer/distributor of medical supplies, serving hospitals and doctor's offices.
https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2021-05-06/top-buyout-firms-said-to-club-up-for-jumbo-lbo-of-medline
As Appelbaum writes for The American Prospect, this is cause for alarm. To the PE clubs, Medline is an asset, used to secure debt financing that can be handed out to fund managers and investors. To the rest of us, Medline is a matter of life or death.
https://prospect.org/economy/private-equity-club-deal-coming-to-a-pension-fund-near-you/
To remind us of the awesome destructive power of PE club deals, Appelbaum provides us with a rundown of their terrifying history:
The 2006 $5.4b Tishman Speyer/Blackrock deal to buy Stuyvesant/Cooper Village in order to undo its rent-control status, evict its tenants, and go condo. Tenants organized, and the fund went bankrupt in 2010, dodging the $200m it owed tenants for illegal rent overcharges. Though the fund managers made out fine on that deal, its investment partners weren't so lucky: "the Church of England, the government of Singapore, and three public-employee pension funds in Florida and California, lost a total of $850 million."
The 2007 $48b KKR/TPG/Goldman Sachs buyout of Texas energy giant TXU (AKA Energy Future Holdings). Bankrupt by 2012. PE extracted $538m from the deal, and millions more in "fees" to oversee the company's implosion. Investors lost 95 cents for every dollar they put in.
The 2004 Cerberus/Sun/Lubert-Adler/Klaff buyout of Mervyn's department stores: asset stripped, bankrupt by 2008, liquidated, destroying thousands of jobs and stiffing suppliers, kicking off a wave of knock-on bankruptcies.
The 2006 $30.7b Apollo/TPG buyout of Harrah's (now Caesar's): eliminated much of the 30,000 unionized employee workforce and cut the IPO offering from $17/share to $9 in 2010. Investors lost 40% of their cash.
The 2000 Caxton-Iseman/Sentinel acquisition of Buffets Holdings (Ryan's, Hometown Buffet, Old Country Buffet, Tahoe Joe's, etc). Bankrupt by 2008 after the PE extracted more than $250m. Thousands of jobs gone, forever.
PE firms claim that they are Good at Business in ways that the people who run profitable companies that employ people in good jobs that do things other people value simply are not.
With leveraged buyouts, PE firms borrow billions by putting up the companies they're targeting as collateral (like nonconsensually buying someone else's house by taking out a mortgage that puts their house up as security!).
Credulous lenders - your pension fund, your government, even your church - put up the money, accepting deals in which the key assets of the business are immediately liquidated to pay huge management and special dividend fees to the PE company.
PE rakes in hundreds of millions - even billions - and saddles the company with vast debts whose interest payments drain its profits. Meanwhile, the company is forced to lease back the capital assets the PE company sold off, exposing it to rent shocks and price hikes.
While the PE barons who devised this Excellent Business Strategy charge the company millions more in "management and consulting fees" in exchange for yet more of this species of commercial wisdom.
It's a (terrifying) sign of just how stupid big money has become that club deals are back. A leveraged buyout of Medline puts the whole medical system in jeopardy (raising a question: why didn't antitrust regulators prevent Medline from becoming a single point of failure?).
There is no credible case for PE making Medline a better company. As Appelbaum writes, "it's a highly successful company with no low-hanging fruit in the form of operational, marketing, or business strategy improvements requiring PE’s secret sauce."
Sticking Medline with $10b in leveraged buyout debts and saddling it with millions in payments for "management and consulting" will necessitate massive junk-bond raises and a spiral towards inevitable bankruptcy.
As Appelbaum writes, that doesn't mean that the funds bidding for the company (Advent/Bain/CVC, KKR/Clayton, Blackstone/Hellman) won't make out like (literal) bandits on the deal.
For decades, we've been sold the narrative that wealth is the reward for brilliance, in a concerted effort to overturn Balzac's maxim that "behind every great fortune there is a crime."
We've been told that we're not qualified to comment on finance matters because we don't understand its complexities, the underlying, unquestionable axioms that make it somehow necessary and valorous to destroy productive businesses in the name of capitalism.
We've been told that economic malaise is the result of workers demanding a living wage (especially through unions) and "burdensome regulations" that put the incomprehensible genius of billionaire saviors in shackles, to the detriment of us all.
Reality has finally come for that self-serving myth. At a time in which American union membership is at historic lows, support for unions is at historic highs, and our trust in big business has plummeted:
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2021/may/13/americans-are-more-pro-union-and-anti-big-business-than-at-any-time-in-decades
Starting in 2012, and for first time in half-century the history of the American National Election Studies, public sentiment moved for unions and against business (historically, trust for unions and business rise and fall together).
The latest ANES data shows the most intense divergence ever, with all age groups and political groups hold "record or near-record positive views favoring labor over big business." Republican support of unions, which has grown since 2012, is at an all-time high.
The PRO Act, a landmark pro-union bill, is currently before the Congress, with strong support from the Biden administration. It presents the possibility that public sentiment will turn into public policy, making lasting change to our politics:
https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/07/pro-act-class-war/#sectoral-balances
Billionaires have always been sterling exemplars of class solidarity. Even when their private equity funds result in wealthy investors losing hundreds of millions of dollars, they stick together and argue for preferential treatment for capital gains and finance deregulation.
Today, we see serious signs of class solidarity among the rest of us, the first in many decades. All it took was decades of hugely destructive financial engineering, a nation brought to the brink of collapse, and a planet on fire, all in the name of "efficiency."
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Riddikulus- twelve
jungkook x reader, hogwarts!au, enemies to lovers!au
Warnings: MENTIONS OF PREVIOUS NON CON TOUCHING, mention of r*pe (the word is only used once i believe but its still there, language, arguing, seonghwa calls the reader a whore
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Much to your embarrassment you woke up with Jungkook’s arms still wrapped tightly around you. You were in the hospital wing, your head still on Jungkook’s chest. Your head felt like it would explode if you tried to move, plus Jungkook smelled good.
You tilted your head up, ignoring the way your head pounded. You were staring, and you knew it, but Jungkook looked so peaceful when he was asleep. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you took in all the details of his face. The mole on the end of his nose making your mind whirl. He was too handsome for his own good. A fact you knew well, even before your stomach had started flipping everytime he grinned a bunny smile in your direction. Your eyes flickered down to the mole just below his lips, his pretty pink lips. His very kissable lips.
“It’s rude to stare,” he said, sleep still in his voice as he opened one of his eyes to squint at you.
“I wasn’t staring,” you muttered back, pushing off of his chest, and trying to get away from him. You had to hide your shocked noise as he wrapped his arms back around you and pulled you to his chest again.
“You were staring,” Yoongi’s voice echoed coldly from behind you, causing both you and Jungkook to jump apart. You looked around the bed, embarrasment filling your body as you made eye contact with your friends.
“Hi, yes we are all here,” your brother smirked at your embarrassment and Jungkook’s guilty face.
You coughed awkwardly, avoiding Jimin’s knowing smirk, and Yoongi’s disgusted face.
“How are you babe?” Tae asked, coming to sit beside you on the bed.
That’s when you remembered what Seonghwa had done. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before bringing your hands up to your eyes and rubbing them, as if that could erase the memory of his unwanted touch.
“I’m fine,” you said, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“But you sho-,” Tae started, snapping his mouth shout as Yoongi harshly called his name.
“I’ll be fine Tae. I promise,” you spoke as confidently as you could, hoping that everyone around you bought the reassuring grin that was plastered on your face. You didn’t think they did.
You sat with your friends talking about anything besides the elephant in the room, and you were grateful. You weren’t ready to think about the events of yesterday, plus it was getting close to exams, and you didn’t want to be a burden.
After Madame Pomfrey cleared you to go back to the common room, Jimin was all over you. Practically yanking you out of the hospital bed before Madame Pomfrey had even finished talking. So it was no surprise to you that as soon as you stood he was throwing your arm over his shoulder and insisting that you give him all your weight.
At your pleas for help, Yoongi just shrugged. You had a feeling that he agreed with Jimin, and that you wouldn’t be let out of their sights anytime soon.
The walk back to the common room was surprisingly calm, despite your overwhelming fear of seeing Seonghwa. Jimin was doing a good job of distracting you, talking even more than normal. You were relieved really, at least until Yoongi asked a question, the question.
“So you and Jungkook?” He asked, barely glancing at you as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You had been dreading this, and to be honest you were surprised it took them this long to ask you what the whole, cuddle thing had been about. You really didn’t have a good answer.
“I don’t know, Yoongs,” you started, “I mean I wasn’t even conscious when I went to the infirmary. Why didn’t you two pull me away from him or something?”
“We were the first ones to the infirmary, well besides JK of course. But to be honest princess, you wouldn’t let us. Trust me, Kook tried to move and we tried to move you, but every time his arms left your body you let out this whine.”
“What?” you asked, your footsteps faltering, “Why would I do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know?” Yoongi asked, teasing grin on his face, “Maybe you’re starting to like Jungkook.”
“Take it back. “
“I mean, it kinda looks that way, princess,” Jimin added, “You were staring at him with MAJOR heart eyes when you woke up. It was gross.”
“Shut up,” you snarked back, “Maybe I just feel safe with him because he stopped me from getting raped. Did you ever think about it like that, Jimin?”
You shouldn’t have snapped, but you were getting angry. You didn’t like Jungkook. Maybe as a friend, but that was still only sometimes. You felt guilty when both the boys quieted, an uncomfortable silence hanging between the three of you for the first time in a long time.
“I can’t wait to beat Seonghwa’s ass,” Yoongi muttered, and you knew you weren’t supposed to hear it. You ignored the thoughts that were pushing their way to the forefront of your memory. Throwing Jimin’s hand from your body at the feeling of the unwanted touches that made your skin crawl.
You tried to shake your panic as Yoongi pushed the door of the common room open. Your palms were clammy, and you took a deep breath before grounding yourself and walking inside.
The common room was bustling as it normally was on a weekday morning. Slytherins of all years were talking with their friends, running around gathering their books, and some of the more rebellious students were eating their breakfasts with stolen goodies from the kitchen.
No one batted an eye as you walked past, not a single soul noticing your ripped shirt and messy hair. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding when you made it to the stairways to the rooms. You promised the boys that you would be ok as you headed to your room. A shower and a fresh change of clothes helped you push the memory of Seonghwa’s hands on your body. It only partially worked.
You weren’t shocked when you found the boys in the spot where you left them, their clothes from last night unchanged as they followed you back out of the common room and to your first class. Unsurprisingly, Jimin never let you leave his sight, escorting you to each and every one of your classes.
When you made it to Potions, you couldn’t help but hesitate at the door. This was one of the only classes you had with Seonghwa, and you weren’t ready to face him. Jimin waited patiently outside with you, saying nothing as you stood staring at the doorknob. He simply grabbed your hand and squeezed. His touch enough to push you to walk through those doors. You could do this.
You made it to your seat, ignoring the harsh gaze that was boring into the back of your head. Jungkook wasn’t here yet, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to ignore his gaze without some sort of distraction.
“Hey, whore,” Seonghwa’s voice echoed from behind you, “My buddy wants to get laid, and I figured you’d be up for it. He loves it when girls put up a fight, and well baby, we all know how good you are at that.”
You couldn’t breathe, and you were pretty positive that you were shaking. Besides you trembling like a leaf, the fear you were feeling completely immobilized you. You weren’t able to do anything but think. Your eyes shutting firmly as you tried to get the feeling of Seonghwa’s voice in your ear as his hands roamed freely over your body out of your mind.
“Fuck off man. You’re lucky I wasn’t allowed to beat your ass up last night, because I guarantee you’d be in the hospital wing for weeks.”
You heard Seonghwa laugh at that, still unable to move, and barely regulating your breathing. Your ears were ringing again, so much so that you didn’t hear Jungkook call your name the first few times. When he touched your hand gently, you jumped out of your seat.
“Shit,” Jungkook muttered, raising his hands in the air, “Princess, it’s just me.”
Your mind was racing, but you knew Jungkook was safe. This was Kookie, the boy who you had been tutoring the past few months, the one who drove you insane and made you want to pull your hair out. But he was safe.
“Uh- sorry,” you muttered, grabbing your bag and interlocking your hand with his. You needed to feel him to ground you and your thoughts.
“Don’t apologize,” he whispered, “Let’s switch with Minnie.”
At the sound of his nickname Jimin was already by your side, throwing murderous glares at Seonghwa and tugging his fuck buddy desk mate with him two your previous table.
You let Jungkook lead you to Jimin’s previous desk. If he thought your hands interlocked together was weird, he didn’t show it. Allowing you to grip tightly to him well after you both had settled into your new seats. You let his hand go a few minutes later, after most of the panic you were feeling had subsided.
At the loss of your touch, Jungkook glanced over to you, smiling gently as your eyes met.
“Thank you,” you started, “for saving me.”
“You have nothing to thank me for,” he responded easily, the smile growing on his face.
“Also sorry, about last night, and right now. I just, I dunno you seem safe to me.”
“Oh, you mean you don’t just like using me as your pillow all night long?” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows, the first genuine laugh you’ve had since yesterday springing from your lips before you could stop it.
“You tell no one about that Jeon, you hear me?”
“Aye aye, captain,” he grinned at you. And for the first time since this horrible day started, you felt just a little semblance of normalcy. Provided to you by none other than the smiling bunny boy beside you.
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