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yanderederee · 12 days

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Event prompt12:

“We’ll burn it down and then we’ll build the world again.”

a/n:using the full context for this prompt; this is JD’s way of expressing how he intends to kill the guys who bully Veronica for spreading false rumors about her… and I want in on that👹

got a little too lost in the sauce and couldn’t find a good time for this as a line of text though; so please accept this instead.

cw: extreme bullying, toxic solutions, murder

Baji seriously had enough.

On the first day of school, Baji noticed your pencil drop under your desk, and decided he’d retrieve it for you in passing. You were so grateful for his assistance, completely over the moon with gratitude. It would have been unnerving, had you not been so sincere.

Usually, he wouldn’t give a normal person like you a second thought. But that sweet smile of yours captured him.

Ever since that day, Baji’s had his eyes on you. You were careful in the way you moved and talked, doing your best not to get in anyone’s way, or say the wrong thing. Soft spoken to a fault, but always kind and considerate.

Baji made an effort to talk to you more in class, soon after. You relied on him occasionally, enough to eventually call each other friends. But your relationship was only began to develop… He couldn’t have known about the bullying you experienced whenever he wasn’t around.

You never told anyone about the extent of your mistreatment. You thought it’d go away on its own— that ignoring it and paying it no mind would eventually make you less entertaining to mess with.

It wasn’t so bad… at first. A teasing here, being shoved there.

And Baji had no idea…

—-Until today.

It was just another school day. Cruelly early, bustling with students who were unusually chatty about the latest gossip hanging in the air.

“Are you serious?! That girl from Class-3?! I never would have guessed...”

“It’s always the quiet ones, I guess. Slutting herself out for attention though? How pathetic.”

“She’s not even that cute, you know Takeru just did it with her out of pity.”

“He told me she’d kept begging him for it! How disgusting!”

“Gross! I hope I never have to sit next to that whore ever again~”

‘Jeez, girls these days are so harsh’ Baji thought to himself in passing. Who were they even talking about? Some girl in class-3? That was his class. Well, he doubted he’d know who it was either way.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Upon entering the threshold of his class, Baji was frozen in shock.

It was routine for him to seek you out and chat with you for the first few minutes of class, before the bell rang.

However, instead of being met with your greeting grin, all that remained was a completely destroyed, empty desk.

Your desk.

His blood was boiling.

That was it. He’d seriously fucking had it.

Immediately, Baji looped his arms through the straps of his school bag, and made a B-line for your desk. He picked it up, and held it upside down by the metal bars underneath.

He wasn’t sure if you’d already seen the damage or not, but he decided right then and there no one else fucking would. It was fucking cruel. And he was pissed beyond measure.

“Baji-san! Just where do you think you’re taking that desk?” His teacher hollered after him. “I’m throwing it away!” He yelled back, a seething rage evident in his tone. If the teacher said anything after that, it didn’t even register to Baji.

Baji had a feeling you were aware of the rumors going around. You were always on time to class, so he was sure you’d also seen your classmate’s cruel defacing.

First and foremost, he was throwing this fucking desk away. Then, he’d go looking for you.

He wasn’t sure where to find you, though.

Possibility 1; you never came to school to begin with.

Possibility 2; you went to class as usual, saw the desk, and ran away. It was a toss up between if you went home or stayed on school grounds.

Those were the most likely possibilities he could think of.

Having finally made his way to the school’s dumpster, he took a moment of rest before tossing it in.

If there was one thing to beware of about Baji, it was his blinding hot rage. He’d practiced composing his tempter while in school. He couldn’t let himself lose his cool so easily. Calm down. He had to calm down, especially before he went looking for you…

However, fate had other plans…

Two wanna-be delinquents could be overhead chatting while ditching class behind the dumpster.

“You mean Y/n, right?”

“Yeah that’s the one! Takeru said she almost drew blood with how bad she was at sucking dick!”

“Poor guy. She probably wasn’t any better in bed…”

More Fucking Rumors…

Baji quickly untied his hair, and slipped his glasses into his school bag. If he couldn’t control his tempter, he could at least try to maintain face.

Baji stalked up behind the two punks, the desk dragging behind him in an eerily tight grip. He soon came close enough in distance to lift it single handedly, and slam it over the back of both of their heads.

Before they had time to react to their sudden assault, Baji just kept wailing.

With both hands, he kept swinging the desk up and down.

When they moved to dodge, he swung against the side.

When they tried to move away, he crushed their kneecaps.

When they begged for mercy, he hit harder.

Over and over, until he began to spin out of control. Wild with disgust and hate, the lies they would have spread were eating up all the sanity he had.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

Fuck.

Every.

Last.

One.

Of.

You.

“Pl… se…. … op… st…op—“ whispered out one kid, his last words sputtering past his broken teeth.

Wait, what happened?

Baji had a sudden moment of clarity. Two kids, beaten maybe a little more than half to death, laid motionless before him.

Shit, did he go too far?

When was the last time he blacked out like that?

But the rage circulating in his fists had yet to subside. “You conscious?” He asked his begging victim. The poor boy’s crocodile tears were response enough. “You ever, fucking dare, say another word about Y/n, ever. And I swear to god. I will fucking kill you.”

The punks were left there, barely alive.

Baji felt thankful he hadn’t gotten any blood on his school uniform, before discarding of the bloody desk at the very bottom of the large dumpster container.

He honestly felt a bit grateful to those two. He’d managed to blow off a good amount of steam thanks to their insolence. He took a deep breath, and began wandering the school in silent deliberation over where you may be.

Where were you… home, or school?

He’d figure he’d try his hand at looking over the school first. Careful to avoid any of the hallway monitoring teachers during classes, Baji checked every floor throughly.

Eventually it came down to the roof, or you’d ran home. Usually, the door to the roof would be locked at a normal school. However, Ryusei broke that lock long ago so he’d have constant access to the roof whenever he needed a nap.

Running up the stairs and through the roof door, he searched the area. Lo and behold, there he found you, huddled into yourself with your back against the wall. You were crying, not caring about how loud you may have been.

Finally…

Even though he’d been searching so hard to find you, now that he was actually there… Baji had no idea what to do. What to say. But he had to say something. His heart was breaking just looking at you.

Slowly, Baji made his way closer. You looked up when you heard footsteps, expecting to have been caught by a teacher. Yet you were surprised to instead see Baji, holding back a bitter expression. Quick to wipe away tears, you looked away right after. “S-sorry, I’m not feeling really well… could you please leave?” You asked shakily.

Baji pressed his lips into a line. “I know… I’m sorry I didn’t know sooner,” he said quietly, dropping to his knees in front of you and pulling you into a hug. “It’s okay to cry. Let it out.”

He made sure to hold you tight. Though, even if you had tried to escape his grasp, the overwhelming urge to cry kept you in place, clinging to him even. There, you cried for a good ten minutes or so, unable to suppress the feeling of being so humiliated and hated.

“I-I didn’t… I didn’t do anything t-that they’re saying I d-did… it’s all lies…” you sobbed into his chest. Baji knew that. He knew it. Hell, even if it was true, he’d still feel this same way.

“It’s okay, I know. You won’t have to worry about that anymore.” Baji spoke clearly, lifting your face to look him in the eyes. “I’ll make sure they apologize, and take back everything they said about you.”

“I promise, they’ll pay for the things they’ve said and done to you. No one will ever think of you in that way ever again.”

Baji promised you with fire in his eyes. While his expression would be scary to most, you couldn’t help the way your heart beat out of its chest at his words.

You were quiet for a while, wide and doe eyed under Baji’s meaningful gaze. “How… do you plan to do that…?” You asked.

Happy to see his declaration helped ease the sadness in your heart, he smiled, and kissed the crown of your head. “Don’t worry about that. Just know by tomorrow morning, everything will be back to the way it was.”

You weren’t sure why, but those words comforted you deeply. You didn’t really believe he was capable of something like that, but his intentions were enough. You smiled back at him, and nodded. “Sure,” you agreed absentmindedly. “Thank you.”

Baji felt as though for the first time since he’s met you, things felt right. You in his arms, smiling, relying on him, holding him back. This feeling he had been unfamiliar with, this whole time, was Love.

As soon as he came to the conclusion, that he loved you. Something in Baji shifted. A creature he had no idea lived inside him suddenly started making itself known.

How could they do this— to someone so undeserving of their malice? Who would ever dare to hurt someone as sweet as you?

It was an extraordinary wrong that they’d committed against you. One that couldn’t go unpunished. He hated them. Wanted them dead. Would kill them. That was the only way to make things right, he began to think.

“Come on, let’s go.” Baji said softly, helping you to your feet. You looked up at him inquisitively. “We’re ditching.” He clarified, offering you a mischievous grin.

Normally, skipping school would be against both your wishes. However, given the circumstances … You grinned back with puffy eyes. You took his hand, and together you snuck out of the school with no trouble.

Having snuck out to a nearby diner, you both enjoyed each other’s company. You two always got along well, his sarcastic remarks were somehow easy for you to read, and kept you fueled with engaging conversation.

Baji seemed like he could be the awkward sort around girls, but in truth, he simply had no interest in getting close with anyone. Only you.

It made you feel better, feel special in a way.

The day had started off in the worst way possible, but now, laughing to the point of tears with the person you liked the most, everything felt like it really would be alright….

Baji glanced at the clock, noticing how many hours had passed by so quickly. “We got one more stop to make before I walk ya home, sound good?”

You nodded at him simply, smiling wide.

… So why were you walking back towards the school?

“Uh, Baji? Where are we going..?” You asked nervously. Baji squeezed your hand reassuringly, throwing a grin your way. “Don’t worry, just trust me.”

And so you did. You took a deep breath to settle your nerves, and put your trust in the person you liked so much.

Standing off in a nearby alleyway just a few streets over from the school, Baji told you to wait behind as he stood at the alleys entrance, scanning students as they passed by, not giving him a second glance.

Soon, a familiar group of voices made your throat close up with anxiety.

“I still can’t believe you actually slept with Y/n! You sure you ain’t infected with her creepiness?”

“Hahaha! As if. It’s nice not having to see her gloomy face at school anymore though.”

“You’re the man, Takeru! Next time, invite me, Kay? I’d—“

Suddenly, there was no more outspoken foul voice speaking. “Mm? Suiren? Oi! Suiren!”

Quiet for a moment, Takeru could hear an unfamiliar thudding should come from the nearby alley.

Baji’s first punch was enough to knock the boy out cold, yet one after the other, Baji’s fist threw punches more fierce than the last.

Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die—

“Wh-what the hell..!”

Baji’s head turned eerily slow, as he watched his friend get beaten in horror. Blood and hair stuck like glue against his cheek. Before Takeru could run or scream, Baji dropped the unconscious boy, and wrapped one large and bloody hand across his face.

“Shut the fuck up. That is, unless you want to die right now.” Baji threatening voice cut deeper than bone, dragging the two boys deeper into the alley and away from prying gazes.

Takeru doesn’t dare take his chances. Obediently, he nodded vigorously, putting his hands up in defense while holding back tears. Whiling scanning the area for a means of escape once his chance came, he quickly spotted a small form not too far off, frozen and wide eyed.

You.

Oh shit, he began connecting the dots.

“Takeru Izukura, right?” Baji asked. His victim wasn’t eager to confirm this. Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t a smart move. Tightening the death grip he had on Takeru’s skull, Baji shoved him against the wall, and began ramming his fist into his stomach.

How could someone be strong enough to crack a person’s rib in just one punch? Takeru couldn’t help the pathetic yells that ripped through his throat. As desperately as he wanted to cry his apologies out now, it was impossible to so much as breath with all the air being knocked out of him with every one of Baji’s outrageous punches.

All the pent up rage Baji had been saving was finally making itself known. The events of the day began flooding his mind with white rage. The desk. The rumors. Your tears. All of it. He gritted his teeth so hard he could feel a molar chip.

All because of this asshole. Only a few minutes ago he was laughing about your severe mistreatment, and only now wanted to apologize? Even if he did want to hear his excuses and sputtered sorrows, it wouldn’t be honest. It’d have been reactive.

You stood frozen at Baji’s brutal assault. You had half a mind to step in and stop this whole mess, but after catching a clear glimpse of Takeru’s face… you gulped.

“B-… Baji.” You called out quietly. Upon hearing your voice, Baji immediately stopped. Blood soaking his knuckles and face, he looked your direction, an unreadable expression on his face.

Should he feel shame for letting you see him like this? Maybe he should, but nothing like that came to surface. After your call, all he felt was attentive. He waited for you, as you moved closer, looking his victim in the eyes.

“I want… to hear what kind of apology you have to say.” You combed through your words carefully. You felt hatred for him, but had he given a sincere apology, maybe you could forgive him.

Takeru looked at you, warily. “It’s your fault I’m in this position in the first place—“ he tried reminding you, but a heavy fist broke his nose in response. “Try again asshole.” Baji warned.

Your bully sobbed. “I’m sorry! I fuc-cking sorry, okay! I won’t make shit like that up again!! I swear!”

You felt bile rise in your throat. “That’s it?” You asked, waiting only a few moment for a response. When he looked at you expectingly, you grew angry.

“You don’t even remember the half of what you’ve done to me, do you…” you chocked on tears you didn’t want to surface. “How about a sorry for tripping me down the stairs the first time we met? An apology for ‘jokingly’ pushing me against the desk, and flipping my skirt up for all your buddies to see?” You began listing ways he’d fucked up. His face went pale, now under two sets of hostile eyes.

“That so?” Baji’s deep tone only sent the beaten boy into a cold sweat. “W-wait! I’m sorry for that too, okay! R-really!”

But he wasn’t. Not really. He was just sorry he was caught.

“I don’t give a damn what happens to you. Whatever happens is what you deserve.” You swallowed hard, and took a step back. “Baji…” you drew your gaze back to him and his blank eyes. You didn’t know what to say.

But he understood just fine. “Leave this to me.”

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lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers · 1 year

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I want to write something long form about the teacher strikes and the state of education in England right now.

You’ll hear a lot of teachers in the coming days and weeks say they don’t want to strike, or they feel guilt about striking. I’ve thought about it, and I want to strike, and I don’t feel guilty, and I think I owe it to students to strike. Maybe not the ones I teach now, but the ones I might teach in five years time.

I owe it to some of the Y7s, 8s and 9s I taught last year who were deeply passionate about science. In particular, I’m think of the Y7s who loved our space topic, and may never get taught by a qualified physics teacher. I’m also thinking about the sort of country they’ll grow up in, the opportunities they’ll have and the future they deserve.

I can write some arguments within the liberal, capitalist context we live in, for improving education, and specifically why pay and working conditions need to be improved for teachers and why striking is our only option. I know that’s not what a lot of you follow me for, but they may be persuasive if you know teachers or want to talk to people about why they should support the teacher strikes.

1) There is a national shortage of teachers. This is a fact- we know a large number of teachers do not stay in the profession long term- 1/3 of teachers who trained in the last 10 years are no longer teaching. Other research suggests many of these teachers quit in the first 5 years of teaching. This year, we have struggled to recruit across secondary subjects. In subjects like maths, science, MFL, geography and more, the situation is especially dire- but this crisis is even starting to impact primary schools now. First and foremost, students are going without qualified, subject specialist teachers. In other professions, the Tories acknowledge high pay is needed to recruit suitable staff. Why not teaching- which after all requires a specialist degree and often a post graduate qualification too.

2) This doesn’t just hurt individual students, it hurts the whole country, because it leaves us with a lack of people who are capable of becoming doctors, dentists, engineers, entering other health care professions, working in the STEM fields that are meant to drive our economy. Investing in education grows the economy long term, and is better for society as a whole.

3) But it does also hurt the social mobility of individual students. Richer families can pay tutors, or go private to make up for deficiencies in teaching. But those from low income families can’t. Few parents have the time or ability to bridge the gap themselves.

4) Furthermore, if we think about really vulnerable students- who, make no mistake will be used as a weapon against teachers during the strike- they benefit from well funded schools. They benefit from having consistent adults in their lives. They often take a long time to form relationships with staff. A revolving door of supply teachers (which is the reality in many secondary schools) really hurts them.

5) Teachers struggle to negotiate pay for themselves. Many schools will baulk at the idea of a teacher negotiating on their own pay, and take deep offense, as if the idea of negotiating pay in a capitalist society when you have an unusual skill is totally unreasonable. So, teachers can only negotiate pay on a national scale. And because the government won’t sit down and negotiate, the only thing we can do is take industrial action.

6) Ultimately, schools can’t afford to pay teachers well- so any pay rise needs to be fully funded. Again, hence strike action.

We can say that the teacher shortage is about working conditions too- and it is, for sure. But it’s also true that the teacher shortage appears to be most acute where a teacher’s pay won’t stretch as far because accommodation costs and other costs are high.

I want to take a moment at this point to address the idea of “work to rule”- which doesn’t actually exist in English law, btw.

Action short of a strike in teaching would likely take the form of teachers not running clubs and trips, maybe refusing to do marking as well. These are all things that would negatively impact students, but have a totally negligible economic impact, if at all. It would, inevitably, drag on for months, because the government simply would not notice.

A teacher strike, ideally one that shuts a large number of schools, will have a noticeable impact on the economy, because some parents won’t be able to work or travel. Yes, it’s rubbish for parents, but the impact on students will genuinely be lower than weeks or months of action short of a strike. And it’s the only language the government will listen to, unfortunately.

I want to talk also about what the Tories are doing to education. I alluded to this earlier, but I think it bears exploring specifically.

The Tories are destroying education. At this stage, I think it’s gone beyond neglect, into a deliberate policy to damage state education. They can’t say that out loud, of course, but why else, at a time of massive teacher shortages, would they cut teacher training places from 2024? Why else would they implement the ECT program in such a way it’s driving early career teachers out of teaching? Why else would they starve schools of funding to such an extent?

Why would the Tories do this?

I’ve got two possible theories for you.

One, they want a poor, uneducated underclass, with limited job prospects, in order to exploit them. And educating the working classes and providing them with opportunities for social mobility runs against that.

Two, some tories take a more eugenicist outlook, they think education is simply wasted on said “underclass”. That no amount of good education would improve the prospects of certain groups, so why bother?

Perhaps it’s a little of column a, a little of column b. Certainly, there are strong objections to teachers in state schools sharing opinions that might be contradictory to the governments’.

So I strongly believe this strike is to preserve the future of education.

Obviously, if we consider the wider state of the country, there are lot of important reasons to join a wider worker’s movement. And I’m going to come back to that point about working conditions, because part of that is the shortage of funding in other public sector areas, meaning schools are asked to do more and more with less and less.

It’s increasingly clear Rishi Sunak’s Tories are both fascists and disaster capitalists, who are going to take what they can from this country before their party implodes. And you all know what I think of the political alternatives. It’s also true if we wait two years for an election, people will die- not least in A and E waiting rooms, or waiting for an ambulance.

The Tories are happy to let £42 Billion in tax go unpaid (largely by the rich and mega-corporations), and then they turn around and say there’s no money.

I genuinely think this wave of strikes could be the start of something- of meaningful political change that carries this country to the left. Maybe the some of the current union leaders will not push things far enough, but we are the union, so we must push further. And we can use this opportunity to really influence the UK political landscape, and build solidarity for a mass worker’s union.

#uk politics #education #strikes #trade unions #leftism #teachers #teacher strikes #neu

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ontologicalnightmare · 2 months

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I do not think literature is the primary instrument for social transformation, but I do think it has its potency. So I work to tell the truth about people’s lives; I work to celebrate struggle, to applaud the tradition of struggle in our community… like the fact that the simple act of cornrowing one’s hair is radical in a society that defines beauty as blonde tresses blowing in the wind; … It would be dishonest, though, to end my comments there. First and foremost, I write for myself. Writing has been for a long time my major tool for self-instruction and self-development. I try to stay honest through pencil and paper. I run off at the mouth a lot. I’ve a penchant for flambyoant perforance. I exaggerate to the point of hysteria. I cannot always be trusted with my mouth open. But when I sit down with the notebooks, I am absolutely serious about what I see, sense, know. I write for the same reason I keep track of my dreams, for the same reason I meditate and practice being still— to stay in touch with me and not let too much slip by me. We’re about building a nation; the inner nation needs building, too. … I began writing in a serious way… when I got into teaching. It was a way to keep track of myself, to monitor myself. I’m a very seductive teacher, persuasive, infectious, overwhelming, irresistible. I worked hard in the classroom to teach students to critique me constantly, to protect themselves from my nonsense; but let’s face it, the teacher-student relationship we’ve been trained with is very colonial in nature. It’s fraught with dangers. The power given to teachers over students’ minds, students’ spirits, students’ development— my God! To rise above that, to insist of myself and of them that we refashion that relationship along progressive lines demanded a great deal of courage, imagination, energy, and will. Writing was a way to “hear” myself, check myself. Writing was/is an act of discovery.”

excerpts from Conversations with Toni Cade Bambara, TCB responds to the question, “What determines your responsibility to yourself and your audience?” posed in an interview by Claudia Tate, 1983

#toni cade bambara #literacy #reading #writing #literature

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getlostsquidward · 1 year

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disturbia

pairing: sinister (stephen) strange x reader

summary: stephen gets bored so he scours the multiverse to find his new plaything.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, darkfic, alternate universe-canon divergence, teacher/student relationship, smut, thigh riding, allusion to kidnapping

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Stephen is bored.

When you're all alone in the universe, there is really nothing to do to pass the time – even the very concept of it is already lost.

So when he found a variant that had taken a different path than all of the Stephens, his curiosity was piqued. First and foremost, this Stephen had the patience of handling a class that most of them don't have. He's trying to find something interesting in this variant's life for a change of pace, although the quiet suburban life that this Stephen lives is quite boring by his standards—though it's better than having nothing to do at all.

This day was just like the others, consisting of classes, checking of papers, faculty meetings, and for some days, dealing with delinquent students beating each other up for no reason. That was the closest he got to action.

In spite of seemingly repetitive daily activities, Stephen found a reason to look forward to every day. He has had his eyes on this particular student for a while now, and he was happy you were at the top of his class, making your interaction come easily. The corner of his lips curved upwards as he thought about your last run in; your cheeks heating up profusely as he subtly flirted with you.

However, it was short-lived as he saw you making out with the school’s jock. His blood boiled as he saw his hands all over you; you were both so busy that you didn’t notice the clack of his shoes in the rather empty hallway. He cleared his throat to get your attention, but to no avail.

“I’m very sorry to interrupt Mr. Rogers and Ms. Y/L/N but aren’t you supposed to be in our classroom right now?”

He kept his calm and composed demeanor, feigning indifference to what had just transpired in front of him.

Both of you broke apart from each other, the boy seemingly used to being caught in a position like that with a sly grin on his face. Meanwhile, you kept your eyes on the floor, on the lights, everywhere, as you couldn’t bear to face the professor.

“I mean,” the jock, Steve, looked at his watch, “you were ten minutes late and Y/N and I decided to kill some time, right, baby?”

You winced at the pet name and took a little peek at the man in front of you. His face was blank, but his lips were pursed and there was a fire in his eyes, and you feel like burning under his gaze.

“Do you have something to say for yourself, Ms. L/N?”

“I-I’m sorry, Doctor Strange.” Before you fully melt at your spot, you whisked your way to the classroom.

Stephen merely gave a last glance at the boy and followed you in. For everyone, the class went as usual, but for you, every minute stretched. It also didn’t help that Stephen kept on calling your name, not uncommon, but instead of the usual banter you have with him every discussion, words won’t come out of your mouth, trapped by the shame.

“Why are you so quiet today, Ms. L/N? Did Mr. Rogers suck in your ability to speak?” Stephen whispered, contempt dripping from his voice.

Your head turned to him, only to find his face a hair's breadth away from yours. Your heart was beating so loud you’re sure he could hear it. Before you can speak, he backed away before saying, “Meet me in my office at the end of the day, Ms. L/N,” enough for those who are near your seat to hear.

Needless to say, you stayed in that state for the rest of your class.

The bell had rung, and you almost ran to the gate if you didn’t know any better. Deciding to swallow your fear along with the shame of being caught making out in the hallway, you ventured to his office.

You took a deep breath as you stared at his name on the door sign, ‘Stephen V. Strange M.D., Ph.D.’ It was not your first time entering his office, but you were usually with your other block mates, so you were quite on edge.

Wanting to get this over with, you knocked on his door. A faint “Come in” confirmed that he was inside.

“Good afternoon, Doctor Strange.”

He was busy typing away at his computer and told you to sit down without looking up.

A good ten minutes had passed, and you were still sitting there, and he hadn’t acknowledged you yet again. You were close to dozing off, his office was rich in sandalwood scent making you relax, and the keyboard clicks almost lulling you to sleep. You jolted upright as you heard your name, and once again you found Stephen invading your personal space once again. If you turned your head to your left you were sure your lips would have touched.

“Sorry about that, Ms. L/N. I was just finishing some workload. Now, about why you’re here-”

“Yeah, about that. Am I here because of…what happened in the hallway or what happened in class?” you cut him off, hoping to get over whatever this is quick.

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N. You should know the answer to your question.”

You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding as he stopped hovering behind you, only to occupy the seat in front. He crossed his arms, staring you down.

Summoning all your courage, you decided to match his gaze, your head held up, proud.

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I’ve known already, Sir,” you bit your cheek to prevent a smirk from trying to rise up on the corner of your lips.

Stephen's eyebrow rose at your newfound attitude. “Where was this attitude earlier? You seemed pretty preoccupied just a minute ago. Was it that good?”

You caught on to what he was referring to. “Yes, it was. It was the only thing in my mind the entire time.”

Lies.

Stephen tried to hold his…anger? jealousy? a bit longer to toy with you. He slowly dragged the toes of his shoes to your legs, “Really? Then you must be turned on by that, aren’t you?”

Your breath hitched as you felt the leather glide on your calf, your mind saying that this should stop as this wasn’t appropriate for a student and a teacher to discuss, more so whatever he's doing—but your body is telling you otherwise. He has barely done anything, but your whole body is on fire, and you'd be damned if you stopped him right now.

Truth be told, you had dreamed of this upon setting your eyes on the professor. He's definitely easy on the eyes, and the passion he has when he teaches is something you've always found attractive. Almost everyone you know has been harboring crushes over other professors than Strange, them saying that his arrogance and cocky demeanor turn them off.

More for you, then.

A breathy whine escaped your lips making him stop at the middle of your knees. He smirked as he noticed your legs opening slightly. As Stephen continued to taunt you, you were left barely processing what he has been saying for the last minute as arousal clouded your mind. How convenient that you chose to wear a skirt today.

He grabbed the sides of your chair and dragged you closer to him like you weigh nothing. His hands rest on your knees, thumb drawing random shapes.

“Cat got your tongue, Y/N?”

His fingertips leave a burning trail across your skin as they find their way to your inner thighs. Barely five minutes have passed and he reduced you to a tongue-tied mess once more.

“What do you want, Doctor Strange?” Contrary to what you had hoped, your voice turned out hoarse.

“Do you like that?” he answered you with another question as his hand made contact with your aching cunt, rubbing up and down your clothed slit to your bundle of nerves with force.

“C’mon Y/N. Use your words,” You were desperately trying to, but only a low moan slipped from your mouth as he rubbed your clit. His tongue clicks, disappointed at your lack of an answer. “Oh, whatever Mr. Rogers did to you.”

“N-no,” you managed to answer. You know he knows that the wetness between your legs has nothing to do with other men, but he enjoys the cat-and-mouse game a little too much.

“I thought you lost your ability to speak, Ms. L/N,” he retracted his hands and stood up, taking both your hands and gesturing to you to stand before him. He leaned closer to your ear, “What I want is you, and your pretty little pussy.”

You moved your head and your lips brushed against his cheeks, “Doctor Strange, Sir...this is– you– we’re not– this isn’t right.”

“Your pussy says otherwise, sweet girl. I barely did anything but look at you, you’re so worked up,” he licked a strip on your earlobe. That…was it. You don’t care for the rules anymore, as long as you get fucked by this man.

Clutching your hand onto his sleeves, you plead. “Sir...p-please, fuck me. I need you, Stephen.”

He groaned at the desperate way you uttered his name. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You nodded, and you hastily took your skirt and panties off. He sat at the comfortably placed loveseat in the corner and you didn’t need to be told twice, you wedged yourself on his thigh, gripping his shoulders for support. His hands stayed on your waist, guiding and setting the rhythm for you.

It was slow at first, Stephen basking in the feeling of you on top of him, committing the image to his memory. He leisurely rocked you into his lap, his eyes never strayed away from yours.

“Look at you making a mess on my thigh. Is it because of Rogers?”

You shook your head furiously, “God, no.”

He raised an eyebrow, daring you to continue. But you didn’t, and instead focused on the task at hand. His grip on your waist slightly softened, and you took this opportunity to chase your release as you ground on his thigh.

Stephen started sucking at the base of your neck, adding to your pleasure and your hands found their way to his hair, tousling the perfectly styled hair. He moaned in response, the vibrations against your skin making it more sensual.

It didn’t take long for your movement to become agitated, your cunt clenching against nothing as you felt your climax nearing. He paused his ministrations on your skin.

“Are you close, princess?”

At a loss for words, you only whimpered in response. You knew it would only take a few more grinds to throw you over the edge because the pleasure had been building for so long. You paused for a time, silently waiting for him to give you permission to cum.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

With that, you tried to keep your eyes open, staring at Stephen's lust-filled ones. Strings of moan and profanities left your mouth as you arched your back, pressing your front into him as your climax peaked. A sigh left your mouth and you limply collapsed to his neck, burying your face.

Stephen lets you relax against his hold and both of you stay in that position for a while. His fingers combed through your hair, massaging your scalp until he tugged to see your face again. He leaned down and kissed you passionately. His beard scratches against your face, but you couldn't care less.

He pulled away, leaving you wanting more. “Are you two a thing, Y/N?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, slightly annoyed at the professor for bringing him up every now and then. “No, Doctor. It just happened, like he said. We were bored. Why are you asking?”

He smiled, for the first time that day. “Do you want this to continue?”

Without missing a beat, you answered, “Yes.”

“Good, because no one touches what's mine.”

When you responded with a shy nod, Stephen has already plotted a way to take you all for himself in his universe.

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tags: @mirikusashes @evelyn-kingsley

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #stephen strange imagine #stephen strange smut #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange x you #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange smut #sinister strange x reader #sinister strange x you #sinister strange x y/n #dr strange x reader #dr strange x you #dr strange x y/n #dr strange imagine #benedict cumberbatch x reader

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torchstelechos · 1 year

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Hi I’m curious what exactly do you mean by bingmei being extremely good at communication? I haven’t read sv in quite some time and don’t remember many of his interactions with anyone other than sqq

Oh goody, I have validation to discuss this! First and foremost, I am studying western communication so I will be doing more general explanations when discussing theories. Second, the translated work I will be discussing is the Scum Villain Self Saving System; Seven Seas Entertainment translation. This is for clarification purposes on examples I will be using to explain what I mean. As for person being studied, I will only be discussing Lou Binghe's (Bingmei for the majority) communication style.

Alright, first off we will be discussing how Lou Binghe speaks to others. This is important because not all communication is *verbal* communication. Going in a chronological order for LBH's communication towards SQQ we see a very specific communication verbal style. LBH uses I-messages (or owned messages) to specifically state how he feels and how he hopes to fix or continue this in the future. Not unusual for students to use towards their teachers, as this is polite to do. However we can see that this continues even as LBH get's angrier with SQQ.

In the very first meeting, SQQ asks how LBH is doing with his cultivation and LBH says, "This disciple is stupid and still...failed to understand." (pg. 30, book 1) which is a perfect example of the I-message set up LBH has. "This disciple" is a statement of possession in his wording, what he is saying is that this statement is true of his own knowledge. "is stupid" is the modifier of this statement and "failed to understand" is the content. Essentially he is purposefully giving a statement that is non aggressive in communication theory of interpersonal relationships. Later, during the carriage incident before the Skinner Demon arc LBH also gives a non-aggressive statement towards Ming Fan "I wouldn't dare" (pg. 53, Book 1). This being another I-statement (added as it is known that SQQ is watching).

"Ning Yingying-shijie went with me to the city's market earlier today, Luo Binghe said. "Once evening fell, I urged Shijie to return, but she refused--then somehow she suddenly vanished. This disciple...searched the entire street once but couldn't find her, and he could only come to plead with Shizun for help."

This is another good example of said I-message use, LBH (even panicked) starts this by explaining the I-message owners (the people who know this info) and says "Ning Yingying-shijie" and "me" in a non aggressive statement opener. By then continuing to explain the situation and modified the information by his own feelings on the matter. By stating that evening fell and that she vanished, he is giving information (content) to SQQ but modifies it by stating that LBH "urged Shijie to return" and "searched" and "plead" he is modifying the information to suggest that he did his best and needs help in a non threatening manner. Another example of this is during the Skinner incident aftermath, where LBH asks SQQ if he may know the reason SQQ used him as bait. Upon given the promise that he would not die, he states, "If this disciple could give up his life for Shizun, it would be an honor." Once again this is a modified statement meant to be nonthreatening in communication theory. Now that we have gone over this era of LBH, lets jump to Meng Mo to explore the Dream sequence verbal communication.

A slight variation from the previous Communication! This era of LBH has made an assumption over SQQ's past actions and now is a tad looser than previous communication events. Instead of being timid with his questions, LBH specifically asks every single question he can to SQQ to verify whats happening and to gather more information. He continues, however to use the same I-mesage format for most sentences towards SQQ. Any and all variation of these statements are towards enemies (Sha Hauling's Demons, and Meng Mo) and when SQQ is harmed. LBH will give more aggressive statements that *demand* information, but rarely does he insult or do anything more aggressive than that in speech. The only times he has done so at this point are in defense of SQQ's life, as at that point he had been under the assumption he was dying. Skipping waaay ahead lets discuss verbal communication in the Abyss scene, as everything up to this point is very similar and does not have an emotional charge to it that would suggest a change in speech.

Noticeably, his speech pattern doesn't change but we get a new message type in this! A you-message are usually aggressive in communication style as you are stating something about someone else that might not be true, however in this instance it is a true statement. Probably implying that LBH would not have stated such a thing if he was not sure of what he was saying about SQQ. He states, "But Shizun, you said before that just as people can be good or bad, demons can be good or evil" which is a you-message with the content being people and demons with modifier being good, bad, and evil. Hes basically using past words to clarify an assumption in this instance, which isn't necessarily a wrong thing to do but there are better ways to ask this. He even continues this by saying, "But you said..." at a later part. Ending this scene he says, "Shizun, do you really want to kill me?" all around this scene is a rather good example of what I mean by LBH being a good communicator! Hes sticking to asking clarifying statements, and using I-messages to explain whats going on. Not only that, but hes not in the wrong for this scene and doesnt know that SQQ is agreeing with him in his mind. (pp. 248-249, book 1).

Lets skip to the next book and discuss the Jinlan City incident. Which I can say with immediate disdain, is when Xin Mo comes out to play in LBHs speech patterns. Before the abyss, LBH used a lot of I-messages and only stated things he knew to be true about himself (what he felt) and what he knew about others (information shared or told to him by said individual). Afterwards, due to both Xin Mo and trauma, we have an individual who uses a lot more you-messages and makes a lot more assumptions about individuals around him. He still asks a lot of clarifying questions/statements however, and even makes some of his more aggressive you statements tilted in such a way that SQQ could deny it.

Examples of what I just said appear in the chase scene: "No, I should say, a relentless hatred towards me." (pg. 54, book 2). and "Does Shizun honestly think that I would kill, burn, massacre cities, and inevitably topple countries just because of that half of my lineage?" (pg. 55, Book 2)

Its also the first time we get something new new from LBH, he starts insulting people in book 2! Towards SQQ he says, "Utter hypocrisy!" which is a major first for a lot of LBHs speech patterns. If he did insult people before this, he did so in a polite conventional way (email style lmao). Speeding up to get to the prison scene, there are more notable moments in the accusation stage where LBH continues to use more you messages to state what he does know about SQQ. This reads more along the lines as a defense, and a way to subtly imply that he wants to make sure he wasn't misunderstanding SQQ previously. As all you message statements he uses tend to be more questioning in nature (unless about how LBH was treated or taught by SQQ specifically).

In the prison scene, LBH states direct facts to LPM (its in a month, what are you doing, etc.) while towards SQQ he asks more clarifying questions about why he did what he did and what he wants. Its only after being refused answers that he reverts back to using more I-messages. "I knew the answer, but I still asked Shizun. I'm so stupid." (pg. 100, book 2) (Again with the stupid comment, it would appear to be a theme).

In the confrontation on rooftop scene, a tad too long for me to quote if we wish to get to emotional bids and nonverbal communication in this post, LBH is spitting mad and Xin Mo is active to an absurd degree because of backlash. This also has an affect on LBH! (something I will continue to point out because I am losing my mind over fanfic after fanfic acting like LBH is always yandere girlfriend mode 24/7. Hes not!!! Its literally Xin mo!!) He states his feelings over his past, and what he felt towards SQQ at that moment in mostly aggressive style communication. This being a lot of yous and a lot of accusation speech. This leads to the explosion and Xin Mo being cleared from LBH. He almost immediately starts using only I-messages again and clearly goes into shock, but he does revert back from you messages at this point.

Ironically, I found that when LBH is talking to himself (presumably) he only uses you messages because he thinks hes talking out what he knows to himself. As such, he does not worry about being polite at all before he kisses SQQ in his dreams. Its only after that he uses an I-message towards SQQ, and its more or a clarification statement. At around this point in the novel we get a healthy does of what a stable Xin Mo carrying LBH, and its someone who uses equal amount of you and I messages.

Going to book 3, we'll just go over his ending monologue/breakdown because. Listen, we're a few pages into this and I highly doubt anyones going to read this far. I feel like Peerless Cucumber absolutely wailing about PIDW latest chapter, this is an absurd post.

Anyway, towards absolute desolation, we will start discussing this segment with "Is that so? But I don't trust Shizun anymore." (pg. 287, book 3). Almost every line in this segment is a picture perfect communication breakdown on what and why LBH feels the way he does in an interpresonal relationship. He specifically states how he feels about SQQ, how this happened, why this feeling specifically, and what this means for them now. He then states how he feels about himself, and why! This is very important, because this is the basis of solid verbal communication. LBH even states how they can continue and how all this can be fixed. Of course, none of this is healthy but hey! It's theoretical good communication, not healthy communication (the major issue I see in this fandom is differentiating the two). It's after this last breakdown that he defaults to I-messages for the majority of the Ridge arc. It becomes more childish as time goes on, I will admit, but Xin Mo is full influence on LBH at this moment in time. It's after the papapa to save the world that we see something interesting, LBH goes back almost fully to just I-message speech pattern. This is notable because this is after everything intense happened and he has had time to think it over. Before now, when left to his own devices and forced to reckon with SQQ almost dying he would revert to you-message centric speech patterns but this is after Xin Mo. Since this is no longer a factor, LBH has taken to falling back towards his disciple era speech patterns. Basically, LBH has begun to take on a healthier and theoretical amazing communication technique because this is forcing SQQ (and others) to acknowledge the scenario and feelings of the matter.

Now getting onto Emotional bids! This is something LBH does almost the entire three books, any and all times LBH has stated "Shizun" by itself was an emotional bid. (emotional bids being an act or word usage to get your relationship pattern to acknowledge you or to showcase that they care about you). It's important to note that LBH's main way of emotional bids is verbal, he almost never goes the physical route for emotional bids. Yes, he does use physical means to make SQQ pay attention to him but this is more along the lines of staying in the conversation than acknowledging LBH specifically as someone SQQ cares for. Its only during the hand holding time that LBH uses an emotional bid in such a way, its also why it hurt LBH a lot more when SQQ seemingly turned away from it. Of LBH and SQQ, LBH uses the most emotional bids and lets SQQ respond to them in anyway. SQQ is, however, an idiot and doesn't notice most of them or actively misreads them. Its actually funny how many times I can count an emotional bid that SQQ ignores in a chapter (more than 10).

Nonverbal communication, ah how I hate thee in this instance, it covers 60-90% of human communication. LBH is more of a verbal communicator but also does use haptics and proxemics to communicate. Touch and distance, he uses these to insinuate different scenes and feelings on SQQ as a whole. Basically, LBH uses verbal communication to clarify but uses touch and distance to set tone for this communication exchange.

Now, what does LBH do wrong in communication? Strangley enough he does one thing very wrong despite the fact that he asks for clarification communication a lot. He mind reads (the act of assuming what someone is thinking) a lot because of the mixed signals he gets from SQQ. SQQ lacks the ability to verbally communicate certain things because of the system, this makes LBH have to decode a lot of nonverbal communication in hopes of understanding things. He fails. A lot. This is fair to him, but this is the main problem that facilitates the miscommunication of the entire series. Both LBH and SQQ think they know the other better than they do, and thus lead to problems when they actually do try to communicate with the other. Frustrating! I know!

TLDR; LBH as a whole is a theoretical good communicator with a slight assumption problem, but I didn't say that its healthy communication :3

#svsss #scum villian self saving system #lou binghe #luo bingmei #Sweet potato binghe #Im so sorry how long this got I was very excited and only could discuss LBHs communication :(((#Give me time and I could also do SQQ whos AWFUL at communicating to an absurd degree #one of his main problems is that he uses I messages to lie about himself its wild #Anyway I hope this explained what I was thinking??? Fair warning I tried to explain what certain things meant but if it doesnt make sense #this is something that can be looked up online as long as you end the item with communication #because I-messages communication will pop up with description if needed #also this focuses on interpersonal relationship communication I didnt even touch media communication #hehehe I like it when silly guys are good at communicating its wild #answered ask #ah fuck forgot to mention this has no extras in it because I havent read them yet forgive me

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itsevanffs · 1 month

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a lot of tag games

i'm just gonna combine them into one post because otherwise i think the next like 10 posts you see are all gonna be my tag games. below the cut etc etc

so, first and foremost, @aglassroseneverfades tagged me in a get to know tag game:

Relationship status: proud cat owner. i'm committed

Favorite color: probably the colour of alana's eyes. or her nose. or her beans. but cardinal red is a close contender

Song stuck in my head: nothing in particular, but i've been listening to all of cam ostrom's stuff on repeat recently. also bought his first EP the second i found him haha

Favorite food: broccoli and camembert pie (quiche?) with cashews

Last song I listened to: another familiar window by cam ostrom

Dream trip: home

Last thing I googled: tumblr

@raehb336 and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger tagged me in a wip tag game:

post all the names of the files in your wip folder, no matter how obscure or ridiculous. ok. it says to tag someone for every wip but i don't think i can tag like 80 people and i honestly don't want to. i have these in alphabetical order based on fandom btw

FS: rewrite

GF: cat eyes

HP: 2.5

HP: a/b/o fic canon adjacent

HP: a/b/o fic sacred nests

HP: a/b/o fic teacher/student

HP: a/b/o incest for monsieur

HP: a/b/o incest scarves

HP: a/b/o laundry au

HP: a learning experience

HP: at the expense of the world

HP: audio fic

HP: blood in your mouth

HP: blood relations 6

HP: boogeyman au

HP: chav au

HP: childhood pictures

HP: cnpg

HP: crash & burn

HP: curfew

HP: DNP

HP: DNA

HP: doll au

HP: egg creature fic

HP: emd fic of fic

HP: enamoured

HP: eton au

HP: fae au

HP: favours

HP: forced fem au

HP: forcedpreg kidnapping au

HP: futuristic ABO au

HP: hold me down (fuck me up)

HP: hooker au

HP: icarus au

HP: incest au 20

HP: incest inf nc

HP: in the dark rewrite

HP: junkie au

HP: lucifer au

HP: maid au

HP: mamma mia au

HP: mirror au

HP: monastery au

HP: monastery au 2

HP: new politics

HP: oedipus fic

HP: oviparous

HP: ovipos intersex

HP: priest incest au

HP: priest au n

HP: rage, rage

HP: red riding hood au

HP: reverse a/b/o au

HP: robot au

HP: romeo & juliet au

HP: smart move

HP: snow white au

HP: songbird au

HP: stalker au

HP: storm & silence au

HP: swan lake au

HP: tentacles

HP: the darker the weather

HP: the mark upon your heart rewrite

HP: therapy au

HP: tomcest bar sex

HP: tomcest sr 6

HP: vampire au

HP: vee pov genfic

HP: vespertine rewrite

HP: violent resurrection fic

HP: vol de lys

HP: zombie a/b/o au

RG: lecture

SS: swallowing smoke

SV: cnc

SV: eggs

SV: final exam

SV: god's just sleeping

SV: jumper au

SV: slowly

SV: sugar

SV: the worst

SN: demon

and no, these aren't all my fics, they're literally just the ones marked wip. my total fic count reaches 169, because i keep track.

@aglassroseneverfades tagged me in a picrew/uquiz combination, so that's going here:

i don't know if i 100% agree with the quiz but i do like taking care of people, up to a point. beyond that you're on your own, though i can help take care of some of the cleanup.

@toast-ranger-to-a-stranger tagged me in seven sentence sunday, which is good timing on my part because it is in fact sunday:

Mr O’Hara hums. “You like the rain?” “I don’t like-like it,” Miles begins, then changes his mind. “Well, I like it when I’m inside. Not when I’m stuck in a downpour in the middle of nowhere.” “I don’t think Brooklyn counts as the middle of nowhere.” “I live outside the boundaries of human norms.”

that's seven, right?

@aspengray tagged me in a 'get to know' tag game:

3 ships you like: miguel o'hara/miles morales, tomarrymort, and uhh the christian grey/anna steele dynamic i invented in my head. they're cute i like em

first ship ever: god. uh. that depends because it's either bella/edward from twilight, or it's... wait no it is just bella and edward, winx... wait no i watched it in dutchl. so yeah either bella/edward or bloom and that teacher guy from season 2 or three. jesus christ what was his deal. he was hot though

last song you heard: i see you by cam ostrom (it changed because i have spent like an hour on this already)

favourite childhood book: twilight

currently reading: the witcher blood of elves by andrzej sapkowski

currently watching: i don't watch series or tv but i'm always in the mood for a rewatch of spider-man across the spiderverse

currently consuming: water with syrup

currently craving: nothing. i just ate soup

@moontearpensfic, @atredys and @goldenzingy46 tagged me in 10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags, to which i have no context but i just assume you pick your favourite of each fandom:

voldemort - harry potter

miguel o'hara - spider-man: across the spiderverse

rikkard ambrose - storm & silence

john winchester - supernatural

bill cipher - gravity falls

rosalie cullen - twilight

geralt - the witcher

sans - undertale

jim - the jrasl original fiction universe

me - irl

in no particular order. i ran out of actual fandoms i like about 5 entries in so forgive me for cheating. link to jrasl for context though, jim is actually a fictional character and i want him to crack me like a glowstick

@alittlebitofharrypotterinmylife tagged me with yet another get to know tag game, but a different one from the previous two:

last song: crossing the bridge by ólafur arnalds

favourite colour: prussian blue

currently reading: sources on extra virgin olive oil

sweet/savoury/spicy: spicy all the way tbh. i have been craving the burn

relationship status: single

current obsession: miguel o'hara's scrumptious tits. have you SEEN his chest. apparently we were deprived of additional ass which is a travesty but he's still so big that i had to seriously reevaluate my previous love for twinks the second i saw him

erm yeah. sources for the images used as text breaks are all me. moi. follow me on @itsevansart or whatever, do what you want. i am so glad i am caught up. i think. maybe i missed a few but we'll see <3

thanks for the tags though! this year has been brutal but i'm so glad it'll be december soon and we can all get a well deserved break. what do you mean check the calendar? what's a calendar?

#very long post #tag game #tagged #i tried to make it humourous #a little bit #have a good timezone

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meraki-yao · 7 months

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Hi! Thank you for reflagging my little rwrb ask game. Here are some numbers as another thank you and because I’m a little bit curious :)

1, 2, 11, 12 and 16 💜

Feel free to ignore the ones you don’t feel like answering, if there are some!

First and foremost thank you so much for making this ask game!!! and also thank you for asking me!!! Writing this was really fun :D

What was your introduction to Red, White and Royal Blue? How did you become aware of it, what was your first impression of it?

It was completely coincidental. The day the trailer came out it popped up on my recommendation, and I was intrigued so I watched it, and then I couldn't stop watching it. I swear, within like, three days, I watched it at least 30 times, and I ran to get the book two days later

My first impression after watching the trailer for the first time was that it looks a little cliche, like something I'd find on Ao3, but it also looks like a genuinely fun and delightful movie, and I think I would have a really good time watching it. And I did!

2. Team Alex or Team Henry? (I know you love them both equally but choose anyway. OR choose depending of the circumstances. Like, "I’d go shopping with Alex but I’d marry Henry. Or I’d hug Alex but I’d go karaoke with Henry. I don’t know. Try something.)

I love both boys in both universes/mediums in different ways, but I'd say I personally relate a lot more to Henry, particularly movie Henry

11. Choose your prison. Would you rather live in a royal palace or in the White House?

If we're talking about the buildings themselves, I'd say the palace, mostly because I grew up with fairy tales and I like that regal, medieval/classical/romantic aesthetic.

12. Share one of your unpopular opinions about the book and/or the movie.

Ooo, this is gonna be a slightly longer one. I was thinking about making a full post on this but I might as well just answer it here.

This has to do with the bonus chapter: I didn't really like it? Or more accurately, it made me feel kind of... disappointed or sad. With all due respect to Casey of course.

It took some time but I came to terms with Alex wanting to work in smaller law firms, especially after talking to my law student friends. My issue is Henry's abdication.

It's just, so much of the original book is about making history, about being in a prominent position AND being gay. Henry keeps track of gay monarchs, and they tend to have to hide or give up something one way or another: King James I had to commission the translation of the bible and sort of... lie about his relationship (I'm technically not religious, but I did read the bible a lot as a kid, and I really don't think the relationship between Jesus Christ and John, namely teacher and disciple is comparable to a very, very homoerotic relationship), and King Edward II (Yes there are two gay kings in Henry's name) had to exile his lover. So to have Henry finally be a royal who can keep both his title and his love would be historical, just as they said they wanted. Henry can step back from royal duties without stepping down: irl Princess Beatrice while still a working royal, had a full-time job in 2017 and split her time between New York and London. Henry could have done something like that. I understand that in the book the royal family is a lot stricter, rigid, and overall awful than in both real life and the portrayal of the movie, but I thought that with Princess Catherine coming back to take charge at the end, things would improve, fixing the system instead of going "fuck the system". Also this might be because of certain things happening in my life right now, but I'm kind of sick of seeing stories where you have to choose one, instead of coming to a compromise. You don't get all the good, you don't get all the bad, you find somewhere in between, and that's okay.

Plus given the more benevolent portrayal of Henry's family, especially his grandfather in the movie (I wrote a whole essay about it), if we get a movie sequel, I really don't want Henry to abdicate, and it also makes less sense.

But then Casey posted a story about their thoughts when writing the bonus chapter, about the boys taking a break from making history, not giving up; preserving their flame instead of letting it burn so hard that it burns out. That made me wonder if my perspective and opinion on the bonus chapter are affected by me being young.

16- Pick a line and/or a quote for each:

-You have to sell the book/movie to someone who doesn't know anything about it.

Bith "But you're the one who decided to put your dick into the heir of the British throne!"

yeah I think that summarizing the initial selling point pretty well

-The quote that makes you the most emotional.

Romance/ Love wise:

Book: the entire fucking list, but also "give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there's so much of you." (I started sobbing when I read it)

Movie: "I'll break the sound barrier for you. "

Lines that make me emotional for personal reasons:

Book: "I honestly have never thought I deserved to choose. But you treat me like I do."

Movie: "But Henry, Nothing will ever happen to you."

(I feel like just from that you could tell what my personal issue is lmao)

-A quote/line that could be a life lesson to you.

Both: "Sometimes you just gotta jump, and hope you're not standing on a cliff."

This was so much fun! Again thank you for sending in the numbers, and if anyone else wants to ask me (the list is here!) please do!

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #rwrb book #rwrb thoughts #rwrb ask meme #I really like talking about my thoughts and I have a lot of them

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kazumahashimoto · 1 month

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He held off the two biggest, baddest war machines BY HIMSELF that one time as if it was a regular Tuesday.

He's a giant hypocrite and a goofy dad.

He's the only one who looks at himself becoming a monster and goes "someone should stop me" instead of going psycho.

He's Angeal Hewley.

Uh anyway, um, an ask...

How many times can his farm boy muscles bench press Sephiroth before he gets tired?

well firstly i'd like to apologize for the wall of text i'm about to give you but unfortunately you HAVE just activated my trap card by calling angeal a dad. i feel strongly about this o7

angeal is, plain and simple, not old enough to be zack's dad and i truly feel like that is an important distinction. angeal is 25. he should be at the club joke. but literally like, he is far too young and zack is too old for this to work.

besides that point, i feel like slapping the Dad label onto angeal is reductive not only of his character but also of his relationship with zack. "dadgeal" is a quick and simple, small quirky way to describe their relationship to one another. not saying you constantly have to wax poetic about them (the way i like to LOL) but it gives them a certain flavor they simply do not have.

the relationship between zack and angeal is a complicated one. and it's not that i can't see the paternal aspects of the way angeal treats him, but at the same time it's so much more than that. like i think i said this somewhere a few months ago but to me the paternal aspects of angeal are more like, accidentally calling your teacher "mom" because as a kid at school a teacher fills a similar role in that space, or a teacher referring to their students as Their kids, because at school they might as well be. but kids don't generally Really see their teachers as their parents, or teachers viewing students as their actual kids. there's nuance. and with angeal, especially from zack's perspective, they have more than just a student and teacher or mentor and mentee relationship. they also have something different from a father and son relationship.

even for me as someone who enjoys viewing them in a brotherly fashion, i think one of the most important pieces to understanding their relationship is when zack is knocked out after falling through the church's roof, imagining talking to his mom, when he says, "i want to help out a friend."

a friend. not something vague like "someone important to me", or even something more distant like "my mentor", what he calls angeal is a friend. despite the fact that angeal is nine years older than him, is higher ranked than him, and is in a direct position of authority over him, zack first and foremost views him as his friend. this shows his innocence he still has, it shows how deeply he cares for angeal in such a simple yet important way. zack sees angeal as his friend before anything else.

this is where i think the paternal aspects really reduce their relationship, trying to fit it into an easier box to make cheeky jokes about, rather than acknowledging how, especially on zack's end, he does not view angeal in that way.

and i don't think angeal views zack as being his son either, at least not seriously. like, i can envision him referring to zack and others as "son" that way older men do with boys just cos he feels like the type to try and Act beyond his years, but he's still just 25. he's not gonna see a sixteen year old as being his kid like that.

it's kind of late rn so i feel like i'm losing my train of thought here a bit but the bottom line for me is that zack and angeal just don't ever treat each other like father and son. they're obsessed with each other and thinking about each other constantly and angeal wants to protect him and zack looks up to him, but that doesn't make them father and son, even in a cute quick jokey way. they are friends. zack does not just see angeal as a figure of authority over him, he sees him as his friend. no need to replace that with a different type of authority figure.

anyway, to answer your question, theoretically if sephiroth were to allow himself to be bench pressed, i think angeal could do it long enough to have me staring gayly at his arms the whole time

#sorry my wall of text beam is hitting you specifically you're the only person who's asked me anything LOL #guy who feels very strongly and specifically about zack angeal fwiendship <-#longpost #asks

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catflowerqueen · 10 months

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It makes a lot of sense why Sun would be worried about Moon gaining access to magic again, but I think most of the issues last time were more down to Moon being horrible at communicating what he was doing rather than what he was actually doing. …I mean, yeah, burning down buildings is bad, but it did seem like he was mostly targeting businesses committing fraud and such, and he was waiting until they were empty first, so…

I do have to wonder if more of the worry is down to fears about the same/similar scenario as what caused his amnesia in the first place happening again, or Moon being irresponsible with magic in general, or if it is more that giving Moon another option like this means Moon might think a different, equally dangerous and sacrificial plan would be better than the catalyst one—and if that plan is magical in nature, then Sun won’t be able to do it in Moon’s place.

I mean, that kind of amounts to the same thing? In that Sun wants to make sure Moon stays out of danger first and foremost? I just worry.

Anyways, it was sweet how much both Sun and Golder Freddy showed their care for Moon here. Golden Freddy being surprised that Moon couldn’t/still couldn’t remember him, and then I think feeling honestly sad about losing that student-teacher relationship—though he didn’t show that part as overtly. That’s just the sense I got. But it was clear in any case that he really was worried about Moon, since he warned him about the reignition process being painful.

And Golden Freddy worried over Sun, too, and expressed fondness for him, which was also great. He really is supportive of the brothers, despite his hands-off nature, and that’s wonderful.

Moon’s spinning and “sleepwalking” was also very funny. Hopefully he didn’t damage his face too badly.

It was also great how incensed Golden Freddy was at Eclipse, and then his utter bafflement that the guy is apparently hanging out on the sun.

#SAMS #sun and moon show

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ktenvs3000w24 · 4 months

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Developing a Sense of Place and Connection with Nature

Welcome friends to my Nature Interpretation Blog. This blog is part of assignments working towards a Certificate in Environmental Conservation at the University of Guelph. I am a female, living on the east coast of Canada and I am in my mid thirties. I am taking ecology for fun which is a good clue into understanding my current relationship with nature. I am curious about nature. It interests me to learn about how organisms grow and interact with their environment. I find strength in understanding the environment around me and understanding my role in it.

On any given day I wear a number of hats and I try to include some aspect of nature and environmental citizenship in all areas of my life. I am a multi disciplinary artist, mother, naturalist, horticulturist and citizen scientist. For me, nature has always been the greatest teacher. I am constantly soaking it in and learning from my environment. I would consider myself a student of the Earth first and foremost. From the pond that I spent hours at as a child, to the ocean continues to fascinate me, I am constantly in awe of nature.

As a professional horticulturist, I am a steward of plants and trees, but I am also a student of them. As I spend my days caring for plants in public parks, nature can at times look like work. I try to take time and look for beauty in the small, seemingly hidden wonders in landscapes. I have learned that enthusiasm is contagious and I try to use it to engage those around me. I have found that expressing sheer wonder for nature and acknowledging its incredible intricacies, I am able to excite folks into their own acute observation of nature. It is my hope that conversations with those around me will perhaps lead to developing future environmental stewards. I have grown and developed place throughout my life in many different ways. However, these days I find a sense of place as a member of my local mycology group. This mushroom and lichen interest group leads regular nature interpretation sessions, and yearly citizen science forays. It is through the informal, conversational wisdom that has been passed to me from other members of this mushroom foraging community that I developed a love, respect and understanding for place. It is through this community that I have learned about the ecosystems in the Boreal forests that I love. I have developed an incredible respect for indigenous wisdom, and a better understanding of the stories and history of the people, plants and place that is Ktaqmkuk. In exploring the world around me at a slow mycologist pace I have developed a fuller understanding of place. In order to find the best mushrooms in nature, we must pause and inspect the environment - take it all in. Look at the bigger picture, take in the topography but also the look towards the very smallest of clues such as spores. I try to take that wisdom with me in my daily life. The world is a very complex ecosystem, and it is important to be open and curious to all it has to offer.

I have not always had a voice when it comes to nature interpretation. I didn't always know what to say, and still sometimes I still stumble. However, in listening and being a part of a citizen science community I have slowly found that voice. I look forward to further understanding my audience, and strengthening that nature interpreter voice. Hopefully this course will not only help me become a better nature communicator, but also help me understand and learn from interpreters of all backgrounds in the future. I've included below a picture of a mushroom I found this past summer. Hydnellum peckii is weird and wonderful, and likely can be found in a coniferous forest near you!

#ENVS3000W24 #UOGUELPH

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naerwenia · 1 year

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Sinful Kisses - Mozus Trein x f!Reader

Woah, more Mozus Trein? It turned out to be more difficult than I expected, and I’m still struggling on cutting sentences. They don’t need to be a paragraph long. Made while listening to Philip Glass, mostly Akhnaten and Satyagraha.

Professor Mozus Trein x fem student reader A continuation of Careful Kisses, but definitely works on its own!

NSFW, smut included. Other warnings include teacher/student relationship, age gap, dom/sub undertones, Trein likes to give pain, this may or may not be readers first time, fingering and oral sex, PiV. There is a dubious undertone, at least it felt like it while I was writing.

Enjoy!

It had been a few weeks now after the incident, the kiss. Mozus Trein tried to keep it as nondescript as possible, calling it the incident rather than what it was, a kiss. But also, it was not just a kiss, more akin to the youth making out. Still, he tripped over his own words and thoughts, making the encounter have more significance just by calling it by what it was. His own actions didn’t make the situation any better, as he just kept his distance, hoping both of you could just move on, but a large part of his heart did not want to. He wanted to treasure the moment you had, wanted to share another moment like that every day for the rest of his life, but he had to tell himself in no uncertain words that it was improper, out of the question, and most of all, it would be wrong of him to tie you down so early in your life. He didn’t care too much about you being younger, though it was certainly attractive, just like the large age gap, and all the differences between you two that he forgot the moment he was with you.

You were sitting on his desk, inside his office, and he was in front of you. The kisses you shared were sloppy, your skirt pushed upwards just a bit and Mozus could feel your panties against his hand, already soaked.

The classes had begun again, and professor Trein had seen you many times during these weeks, but had not stopped you to talk to you nor had you stopped by. Mozus Trein was a professor first and foremost, and still you managed to make him forget that, forget he was your teacher and you his student. Even during classes you made him lose the words he had carefully crafted to teach. Having to ignore you intentionally, to not embarrass either of you, was one of the hardest things he had to do everyday, but it had to change.

Unfortunately it meant he was colder than usual to everyone, not just you, as he did not get the sweet smile to ease all his worries, and the touch of your soft hands to remind him he was still a human. Now, trying to find a way to solve the confusion between you two, Trein felt like he had let you down, probably made you feel alone, confused, and rejected. All Trein could hope for was that you would understand and accept his apology, so that he could step back to a more fatherly role, and be a guardian to you.

He had to talk to you, as the situation had become quite unbearable to him. As the kiss you shared had been interrupted, you ran away, and there had been no words exchanged after that. Today, however, Trein was determined to talk to you. All the dreams he had lately were about the kiss and you, it was all too much at this point, and his heart could not take it anymore. He had the logical words in his mind, ready to be spilled out, but that wasn’t really what he wanted and he could not see you saying those words either. Everything had gone too far, and Trein would go further if you did not stop him.

His steps were quick and determined, ready to make this right, but the way to Ramshackle Dorm felt longer, more hazardous, and even gloomy, but it was a trek Trein had to do for your both’s sake. As he got closer to the dorm, however, he heard music, haunting music that lingered in the air, but was at times followed by laughter. It sounded like you were having fun with someone. Someone else, someone that Mozus did not know, and probably didn’t approve of. Laughing, dancing, that’s what it sounded like, and somehow it all hurt him. It was different, so different from anything he had felt before, as a sort of dark shadow swallowed his heart, and it told him to run to you, but he kept his walking pace, just to make sure he calmed down a bit to not do anything rash. The thing he wanted to do was to take you to his arms, see that you were safe, and show them you were his… his to protect, guard, and guide. He wanted nothing else, Mozus tried to tell himself, even when his dreams had shown him all the possibilities and his mind kept repeating them whenever you reminded him of something he had dreamed of, which, unfortunately, was a lot more than a man of his standing should dream of a student of his.

Rather than wait at the door after knocking, he made it inside himself, like you had often asked him to do as you tended to keep the main door open. It was the only time he wasn’t going to mention it, the first and only time. The first thing that caught his eye was that you were dancing with Jack Howl, counting steps, trying to teach him a dance, while the ghosts played some instruments that the time had forgotten and three of the Spelldrive club were just hanging around, looking at the dance you were teaching.

You didn’t stop when Mozus stepped in, too entranced by the music and dance, genuinely happy to be so close to a friend and spending time with a group of friends who indulge your silliness. It all began when Mozus just didn’t seem to want to even look at you, less be there to talk the kiss through, so you had to find things to take your mind off of him and just move on. Keeping busy worked for a bit, but what the kiss reminded you of was that you needed closeness, touch, something else. While you spent time with the few students of Savannahclan that seemed to tolerate you, as well as the always sweet Epel, who also took part in Spelldrive, they mentioned the need for more movement based training. Just out of curiosity you asked if they had tried dance, which Leona dismissed out of hand, but Epel got what you were going for, beginning to talk about balance, flexibility, and coordination, and Jack was at least ready to try it once. So here you were, dancing tango, with Jack while Epel tried to copy your steps and Leona was just watching, almost impressed. But the sudden appearance of professor Mozus Trein made everyone move their attention to him rather than the steps you were showing. You had seen him, but tried to take a few more steps and seconds for yourself rather than face him right away, only stopping as the music stopped, looking up to Mozus, a man who was barely holding back his feelings from what you could see.

“Everyone out, except you, young lady,” Mozus said loudly, his voice strong enough to be heard over the music, stepping away from the open door behind him, and most left quickly, the ghosts first, and Leona last. Confusion coloured the air, but the authoritative voice and presence Mozus carried left little room for questions or arguments.

Here you two were, looking at each other in the dorm’s hallway, a fireplace crackling in the common area, where you silently invited Mozus to join you on the sofa, just by sitting down yourself and waving your hand, beckoning him to sit down. He sat himself on the other side. All you could do for a minute was to almost stare at each other, eyes shifted down as neither of you could look the other straight in the eyes, but you found yourself softening in his presence, feeling the same warmth you had before. Soon your gaze shifted from annoyed to worried, unsure why Trein was here, what had aroused so many emotions he almost yelled. But rather than have an honest conversation, he chose a role, just sitting there and looking down at you, like a disappointed father. The way he carried himself at that moment, the way his face only showed contempt, made you want to cry, as his silence felt like a condemnation of you as a whole, not just your actions. For the first time his presence felt unnerving, not comforting like usual.

“Are you my teacher, my father, or something else, a lover perhaps? What do you want? You can’t take all those roles, and I too have wishes. Please, just tell me,“ you said looking down, keeping your hands in your lap, gripping your skirt, the same jumper skirt he had bought the fabric for. He had said how much he liked it, how he appreciated your modesty and resourcefulness, but wished you knew how to ask for help, ask for anything, and here you were, asking him for answers.

All that was going on in his mind was trying to understand why he was jealous. Mozus Trein hadn’t felt the emotion since he was a young man, but somehow seeing you gleefully dancing with another man made him jealous, even if it was just a classmate to you. Even more confusingly, Mozus was jealous about you, his student, for dancing with another student. Jealous of a student for dancing with you. It was stupid, it was inappropriate, but he just couldn’t let go of the feeling. Trein was mad at you for letting Howl so close, but more than that, he was mad at himself for feeling this way. It was against all he stood for, all he had believed in, but the way you made him feel was so strong he could not let you go, he could not let you out of his grasp again.

The moment was not going as planned, whatever the plan used to be was now thrown out of the window, as Mozus realised he could not just tell you your relationship should be just more like father and daughter at most, so he could protect and help you. You were there now, in an arms reach, looking at him with those doe eyes, almost crying, making his resolve, and heart, break. He wanted to comfort you, make you smile again, but the position of your body, the slightly flushed face and messy hair made his mind race. You were a flower ready to bloom, a caring soul that understood, but your innocence scared him and made him lust for you more. Too pure for this world, yet sinful in the way you carried yourself. Your arousing, yet calming presence, and Trein could not help but push you on your back and kiss you, taking the lead like he was never supposed to. His kiss was answered with only a hint of hesitation, only for you to open fully as his hand petted your face, and the other made its way to your waist, keeping you pinned between his arms and under his weight. Trapped, eyes wide, you looked so beautiful and vulnerable underneath him, unsure what this all meant as Mozus had not said a word after his outburst, but all he could think of was making you know how he felt and how much he wanted you.

Rather than be the reasonable adult, Trein wanted to continue the kisses on the couch, but the only thing stopping him was his jealousy; he did not want anyone to see your face radiating bliss and pleasure from the kisses and touches he gave you, so he dragged you to your room. Away from the possibility of being found out, Mozus took off his cape, hanging it on the clothes tree next to the door, then putting his jacket there also. All you could do was sit on your bed, looking at the man, your teacher Mozus Trein, taking off his clothing in your room. To say the least, you were intimidated, yet eager. Trying to calm your racing heart, you focused on your breathing, taking deliberate, deep breaths, but as your eyes met his, your breath stopped and you looked away.

Mozus walked to you, got on his knees between your legs, and with just two of his fingers, made you look him straight into your eyes. He could see your confusion, he understood the look, but had no words to comfort you or to explain himself, just kissing you, letting his actions talk for once and all he could say was that he desired you and could not stop.

Trein could not help himself as he pushed you down on your bed and made the hem of your dress move up, exposing your knees and the flesh of your legs, leading up to your underwear. Rather than just ravish you at that moment, he took his time, slowly letting his hands feel your legs from your thigh to your knee, and then slowly taking off your knee socks, kissing the skin he exposed. All the way from the knee to the toes, he left warm kisses, memorising the soft skin, the feel of you in his hands, and the form of your feet, slightly massaging them, making your toes curl. Taking his time, kissing your legs first down and then upwards, stopping just before panties, but as his kisses made it back up, he let his mouth wander.

Kissing the fabric of your panties, your hips, and then down to your pussy, Mozus did his best to give you a hint of sinful pleasures, a taste of what’s to come, and as his fingers touched you, he knew it was working. Soaking, breathing quickly, you were ready for him, but he wanted to first study you, feel your skin, indulging himself in the feel of most of you, before taking you thoroughly to himself. He wanted to know you, all of you, and letting his eyes take in all of you was a part of it.

Rather than removing the underwear now, he let it wait, moving to remove the jumper skirt first, pushing it over your head and throwing it to the floor, quickly followed by your shirt and bra. You were naked under him, and as you tried to cover your breasts, Trein’s hands moved your arms gently above your head, pinning them down with one of his hands. It left you open, vulnerable, and Trein could not help but look at you, moving hair away from your face, gently feeling your face. He wanted you, you could clearly feel it, and his eyes told you the same. He was hard, and the slight friction from letting his hips touch your clothed sex made him take a sudden breath, close his eyes as he finally got to feel you against him. He couldn’t wait, but managed to keep himself from rushing it, if just barely.

Every curve of your body, every bone he could feel, Mozus touched them all. His body laid on top of yours, so you were enveloped in his presence and his warmth, securely against him. Safe, relaxed, aroused. There was no point in fighting the feelings, the touch, so you just enjoyed the moment. Trein’s hand grabbed your ass, felt the skin down the back of your leg, then back up, to the back of your lower back, going up and then making it to the front, to your breasts, all while his mouth kissed your breasts, the crook of your neck, your collar bone, the side of your jaw. Every kiss was deliberate, and the skin he knew would be covered by clothes the next day was marked by rough kisses. Each love bite had you moaning, slight pain contrasted by the soft caress of his hand and a sweet kiss left on the bite with his lips. Even when your hands were only lightly bound by his hand, you did not fight it, letting him take his time with you, while the hand around your wrists felt more like a reminder you belonged to Trein now, and you accepted it, enjoying him and the power he had over you.

His tongue was rough, yet he teased your breasts with it, licking your nipples and blowing cold air on them, making the nipples hard and easier for him to tease. The feel of your squirming under him as his mouth paid all its attention to your breasts, knowing how his touch was tickling you slightly, it was heavenly. Finally seeing you so animated under him, reacting to his touch, was all he had hoped for, even better than the dreams where he had heard you beg for him. This was better, as you willingly submitted to him and pushed back into his touch, seeking his touch, while at the same time opening your legs wider, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer. He could not say no to you, kissing his way to your lips, and kissing you deeply, letting his tongue feel yours and enjoying the kiss you gracefully gave back to him, both of you letting your kisses and touches linger a bit longer.

“Dear, love”, Trein said, breathlessly, pulling back to see your face, to ask a question wordlessly, only to receive a firm nod and a quiet “yes” from you. Mozus didn’t even try to wait longer, as he knew what he wanted and wanted to make sure you knew it too. No matter if this was your first time or hundredth, Trein wanted to make sure he was the only one who could satisfy you, only one to make you feel all the pleasure you were always supposed to feel.

For a moment, Trein left your hands, and took off his belt, only to use it on your hands, tying them together and then to the headboard. As swiftly as he could, he took his shirt off and then his trousers and underwear, before slowly hooking his fingers on the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down. An embarrassed expression made it to your face, but Trein did not care. You were beautiful and he did not care what you looked like, all he wanted was you to feel as beautiful as you were to him.

Mozus Trein’s fingers made it in you, sinking in as you moaned, as the initial intrusion felt so sudden even when you knew it was coming, but it felt so good. Trein’s fingers were long and strong, and as he started to move them, slightly curling them deep inside, he drew out the most innocent of songs from your lips. The song was of pleasure and slight hesitation, unsure of what to do, or how to feel, if any of this was really the thing you wanted, but Trein did his best to ease the tension, ease your fears by giving you pleasure, guiding you closer to the peak of pleasure with his fingers. Just to ease his own curiosity about you, he went down on you, leaving a trail of kisses, to put his lips on your swollen lips coated in your wetness, and made way to kiss your clit. Starting slow, with light touches, but quickly putting a bit of pressure on it with his tongue, while continuing to finger you, slow but deliberate moves to get you ready for Trein, to make you relax a bit for him.

A long strand of your arousal and Trein’s spit connected you to as he moved his mouth away from your pussy, and then he withdrew his fingers, your arousal all over his hand, and rather than waste it, Mozus spread it on his cock. The warm wetness coated him, and he pumped his cock with his hand, just out of habit, even if he clearly did not need it. His eyes were fixated on your face, and even if you did not look him in the eyes but stared at the ceiling, still a bit shy under him, you knew his gaze was warm and patient, and you wanted him to continue to touch you.

With one hand, Mozus turned your head to look at him once more, a silent question on his face, and you nodded, pleading once again with your quiet words for him to continue. And he did, pushing himself inside you, watching your face go through so many emotions and feelings; Pain, pleasure, surprise, fulfilment, and his own face must have had the same range of feelings before settling on pleasure, almost breathless from the first thrust. It made him want more, and rather than wait for you, he began thrusting, moving, pushing for you to accept him, to mould you around his cock. It was an uncomfortable start, almost too much for you, but as rough as the start was, the quicker you came around and adjusted to the feeling, your pleasure building up as Mozus got rough with you.

His hand moved to grab your neck, not to constrict your breath but to assert control, while the other moved to grab your breast, feeling it, pinching it, playfully enjoying the control he had over you. But what he really wanted was to make you come all over his cock and at the same time come inside you. The feeling of you tightening around him was so sweet, and Trein wanted more, quickening his pace, which made it irregular, as he wanted to also get as deep as possible, feeding your moans when he hit your cervix. It was a moan made out of pleasure and pain, and Trein could feel and hear your reaction how much you enjoyed it, just like he enjoyed the feel of you around him, but wanting more, he decided to push you more, wanting to hear more of you. His hand left your neck and made its way down to your leg, finding a soft spot on your thigh, and pushed it.

The pain you felt was pulsing on one exact spot, as Trein had found your pressure spot, which made you feel immense pain with a careful push of a finger. You screamed from pain, your legs wrapped tighter around Trein, and you tried to struggle, but you could not escape his grasp. At the same time, your pained screams were mixed with pleasurable moans, enjoying the high caused by the pain, tightening around Trein’s cock, keeping him inside, needily wanting to feel more of him, wanting him to push against your cervix. Trein could not help but feel the same, pushing you down to the bed, keeping you pinned down as he did his best, chasing the high you gave him, panting heavily, pushing his own limits too.

Your pained moans mixed with his moans through gritted teeth, both of you giving up the last traces of self-control, and he let go of the pressure spot and your hands, choosing to push your legs up and on his shoulders, doing his best to fuck you as deep as possible. But rather than let you come without pain, Trein pushed both of his index fingers to other pressure spots on your thighs, slightly higher this time. You trashed around, or at least tried to, but he had you locked in place, hands tied with a belt, and body pinned down on your own bed by your professor, and rather than let you just come, get over the edge through only physical touch, he whispered:

“Slut”.

And with one hand, he made you look straight into his eyes as you came, coming hard on his cock, gripping him harder than before, while tears flowed down your cheeks, eyes locked in his gaze, as he came inside you, with a small smile in the corner of his lips, letting out a groan, slowly slowing down his pace, just enjoying you milking his cock, the warmth around him gripping tight, taking his cum and keeping it inside you. Trein tried to catch his breath, looking down into your eyes, but as he saw your emotionally confused face, he let go of your legs and lowered himself down to kiss and cuddle you.

“Sweet, my dear, oh dear, you are so sweet”, Mozus said, kissing you, letting you wrap your hands around him as he took off the belt. He couldn’t believe all that had happened, but here you both were, in each other's arms, enjoying the afterglow of an intense experience, and Trein did his best to comfort you, but did not pull out just yet, trying to remember every small movement and pulse your pussy made before he had to pull out. He turned on his back, pulling you to rest your head on his chest as you cuddled him under his arm, tucked there, safe, while he kissed your forehead and said:

“My dear, I love you more than you could ever know. You are too sweet for this world, dear.”

You closed your eyes, safe in his arms, feeling loved, yet still shuddering from the strong emotional load, overwhelmed by everything you were made to feel, but now you were safe.

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hardly-an-escape · 3 months

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tagged by @threefill on my main but I'm choosing to answer here since this is where I corral my fandom related nonsense :)

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

I don't know that there's a particular ship that I was obsessed with as a teenager that I don't care about anymore... I read some awful Orlando Bloom RPF back in the day, I suppose that would count?

Which ship would you consider your first one?

Han/Leia for sure. they made me feel all tingly.

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

the first fanfic I ever remember writing was a Star Wars EU when I was literally in 6th/7th grade, which I guess was nominally Han/Leia because it was mostly about their kids (Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin). I had no idea what fanfiction even was at that point, I just loved Star Wars so much and had read a lot of EU novels and wanted to write my own story. which is where the best fanfiction starts, no? the first fanfiction I remember deliberately seeking out because I wanted more was either Spuffy or Wolverine/Rogue. or the aforementioned Orlando Bloom RPF. which I would prefer not to think about.

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

no clue.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

no, I definitely have my own opinions about particular ships but I've just never been that particular kind of active in fandom.

Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

nope, there are definitely pairings I don't really vibe with – but I can see the advantages/disadvantages in almost every ship. just because I prefer one over another doesn't mean I have something against the one I don't love.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

Dream/Hob

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

I mean, definitely Dream/Hob at the moment. there are definitely other perennial faves, but that's foremost right now.

Is there any couple that, to this day, that you are extremely mad about not getting into?

no? I don't really understand the question. if I like a couple or pairing then I just get into them? what's not to get?

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?

not really. I guess I can see the merits in some ships I didn't really get when I was younger, for whatever reason. and vice versa.

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

I don't think so?

What is your favourite crack ship?

PUMPKINTHIAN

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

definitely Dream/Hob right now. Steddie and Clintasha as runners up.

What do most of your ships have in common?

I'm honestly not sure. I guess there's often some element of a normal person and a rebel? but it's also the general idea of people who are somehow on the fringes finding each other and coming together?

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

honestly, I can get on board with almost anything if it's well-written. I don't love teacher/student relationships or similar power dynamics, just because I work in education and it's a sensitive topic. but even that I can see how it's hot under certain circumstances. idk, I'm very much live and let live when it comes to ships – if I don't like something I just assume it's not for me and I won't read it!

too lazy to tag other people right now but if you want to answer these questions you should consider this your tag <3

#and yes I mean you #whoever you are #tag game #fandom

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scotianostra · 16 days

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15th April 1710 saw the birth of William Cullen, physician, chemist and metallurgist in Hamilton.

Quite a day for the physicians/educators and key figures in The Scottish Enlightenment.

Cullen was born in Hamilton and educated at Glasgow where he became Professor of Medicine before moving to Edinburgh to take up a sequence of professorships at the University. Like a true "lard o' pairts" he became First Physician to the King in Scotland and President of the Royal College of Physicians in Edinburgh. In addition, he was a founder member of the Royal Society of Edinburgh.

William Cullen was a key figure in the Enlightenment. He was a friend of Adam Smith and David Hume but his achievements have not been so well recognized. Cullen was a great teacher who explored the relationship between medicine and science in a spirit of liberal inquiry and he played a major role in establishing the Edinburgh of his day as the world’s foremost medical centre. He attracted many students from overseas, and the medical schools and institutions founded by his pupils set the pattern for medicine in North America.

It was in Edinburgh, in 1756, that he gave the first documented public demonstration of artificial refrigeration. He used a pump to create a partial vacuum over a container of diethyl ether, which then boiled, absorbing heat from the surroundings. This created a small amount of ice, but the process found no commercial application.

William Cullen introduced the terms Neurosis and Neuroses and gave descriptions of anxiety disorders, eating disorders and other psychological problems 100 years before such disorders were acknowledged and accepted by physicians in general It was for these reasons that the Eating Disorders Services for adults was named the Cullen Centre by NHS Lothian.

He died on 5th February 1790 at his country house at Kirknewton in Midlothian, he is buried in the village Cemetery.

There’s a wealth of info on Cullen in this article here https://www.jameslindlibrary.org/articles/william-cullen-1710-1790/

#scotland #scottish #history #educator #physician #chemist

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p3chris · 1 year

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The Tribute to Murdoch Swan that No One asked for

*some rather vague references to the latest manga chapters, but otherwise no spoilers*

If anyone needs a reminder as to who Murdoch Swan is, he is the interviewer who somehow manages to look more haggard than the two gentlemen beside him who are, respectively, 12 and 19 years older. In the one chapter or 20 minutes (or 15?) he appears, he repeatedly insults Yor and makes Anya cry. That, and he also enrages Twilight to the point of physical violence, and would have been quite dead if not for the noble sacrifice of a hardwood coffee table and a mosquito. To put simply, he is a nasty scumbag.

However, despite his brief appearance, he gets a relatively well-fleshed out backstory and is an effective plot device that 1) sheds light on the social setting in both Eden and Ostanian society and, 2) advances the plot by setting several important character and relationship developments in motion.

We infer from Twilight's thoughts and Swan's own words that Swan's charmed life (wife, child, prestigious career in Eden that was smoothly paved by nepotism) had recently hit a rough patch when his wife, presumably sick of his behaviour, divorced him and he was denied custody of their child.

Rather than humbly reflect on the interpersonal missteps that led to such a resolution or reminisce about happier family times, Swan instead entitles himself to a self-appointed mission to prod and provoke the uglier sides of people to shatter their happy family image and prove they are as miserable as he is.

Thing is, despite his pettiness, he is actually quite smart with how he goes about it. He knows his father still has great influence over the academy despite no longer being in active service, and that gives him power over both his fellow interviewers and his interviewees. His questions and taunting are chosen with precision. He knows what to ask and say to create tension between people and to attack their weak points. His interviewees can only either defend themselves on the spot and appear rude or disharmonious, or suck it up during the interview and resent one another after that. Of course, he only does this to the families who don't have the political or social clout to threaten him.

That Eden has him in the faculty already raises a red flag about the culture and environment in Eden. The irony of Swan being an assessor of candidates for Eden's hoity-toity standards is that he is himself a poor role model. A later chapter reveals that there are many badly behaved students from his Kline Hall. We also see that it is not just Swan who lacks regard for the children he is tasked to educate; we see that some of Anya's teachers are neither wise nor enlightened. In the latest hostage situation, we also see that Eden’s priorities are incredibly messed up. Eden is, first and foremost, about connections, prestige and networking rather than education.

Twilight hit the nail on the head when he called Eden a school that made light of children's feelings and told Anya she would probably not want to go to this school anyway. Too bad it's his mission.

Swan’s behaviour also overtly reflects the attitude of Ostanian society, namely in the way it treats women. His chauvinism is obvious, but not isolated - it is implicit in the way Walter Evans directs the cooking question to Yor, in the way Henderson credits Loid Forger for the elegance the entire family exhibits, in the way that Swan directs all his attacks at Anya and especially Yor rather than at Loid (and I highly doubt it was entirely because Loid appeared flawless).

In earlier and subsequent chapters, we see more gender inequality in Ostania at work: how positions of higher prestige and leadership are mostly, if not entirely, occupied by men, how women are socially expected to aspire to conventional marriage by a certain age and how older unmarried women are viewed upon with suspicion. To me, I also see a little of it in the way Yor is quick to put herself down and how she chooses to elevate Yuri academically instead of investing in herself in any manner.

The way I see it, despite Twilight initially hoping not to offend Swan, the Forgers were already in trouble with him: the more Swan perceived Loid and Yor as a loving couple and the Forgers a perfect happy family, the more he wanted to tear them apart.

But it was his nastiness that strengthened the Forger family and moved the plot along, because in the course of his appearance, he managed to:

a) Trigger Anya’s protectiveness over her parents and strengthen her resolve to go to school for Operation Strix

b) Trigger Twilight’s protectiveness over Yor and Anya. Feeling awful over how the abuse they suffered is the least he (Twilight) could do because it would have been real scummy of him to remain unmoved at the unfair treatment of the two innocent civilians (or so he thinks) he got involved with his mission. The interview also showcases Twilight's liberal views (yes, it was most certainly Twilight, not Loid, who attended this interview) - that he does not believe in traditional gender roles and is accepting of individual strengths and weaknesses, that children deserve consideration and respect, and that wellbeing is not physical but mental and emotional as well.

c) Indirectly reawaken Henderson’s pride over his calling as an educator, leading to his impulsive punch and quite importantly, resulting in him becoming Anya's homeroom teacher (given the lack of investment from her other teachers, this is likely a very good thing.)

d) Trigger Yor’s protectiveness and motherly instincts towards Anya and made Anya cherish having a mother.

To me, the impact of this is a very big one. After all, Chapter 1 is about the start of Twilight and Anya's relationship. Chapter 2 is about the start of Twilight and Yor's relationship. Chapter 3 is about the Forgers finding a bit of their footing together. Even up to Chapter 5, Yor at times still appears uncertain around Anya.

In Chapter 7, Yor is motivated to try to be a better mother to Anya, and Anya sees her mother’s vulnerable side. From this point onwards, Yor and Anya's mother-daughter relationship takes off and they are subsequently seen spending a lot of time together. We also see that Anya might love Papa more, but she never doubts Mama's love.

e) Indirectly cause the events in Chapter 7, which leads to many significant events and long-lasting developments in SxF:

i) Yor and Anya's combat training.

ii) Anya punching Damian on Orientation Day. Henderson, as homeroom teacher, reduces three Tonitrus bolts to one at his discretion.

iii) Becky becoming Anya's best friend.

iv) Damian subsequently developing a crush on Anya.

v) Yor's cooking endeavours

See how important this scum is to the story?

#spyxfamily #spy family #twilight spy x family #yor forger #anya forger #loid forger #murdoch swan spy x family #henry henderson #walter evans spy x family #eden academy spy x family #small role big impact #as much as I dislike him I really have to credit him for Yor and Anya's relationship progress

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@iiryoku said : ✔ for any of my HSR muses you find interesting c: ↬ a quick and easy plotting guide

BLADE / YINGXING

My muse(s): dr. ratio ( bold ) & dan heng ( italics ) & caelus ( underline )

Do I know your muse(s): ( unfortunately ) yes | no I a little | tell me about your muse

mostly depends on what relationship you want to explore — i’ve seen so much dan heng and blade modern fanart so i adore it lowkey

Pre-established relationships? yes | no I depends on the relationship

a lot of this is dependent on the verse and it also relies on whether you’re up for renheng or not — i’m extremely flexible when it comes to them but i want to emphasise your comfort comes first and foremost and i’m more than happy to work around it

Feel free to: message me ooc l message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme I reblog this with your preferences - let's find common interests!

CAELUS

My muse(s): dr. ratio ( bold ) & dan heng ( italics )

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no I a little | tell me about your muse

modern dancae makes me insane fr

Pre-established relationships? yes | no I depends on the relationship

can you tell i love dancae , but also ratio doesn’t mind caelus as long as he’s not daft too often

Feel free to: message me ooc l message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme I reblog this with your preferences - let's find common interests!

SAMPO

My muse(s): dr. ratio ( bold ) & dan heng ( italics ) & caelus ( underline )

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no I a little | tell me about your muse

i could absolutely see a modern verse with sampo however i think it would need a lot of fleshing out

Pre-established relationships? yes | no I depends on the relationship

sampo is such a mixed bag like you either hate him or love him — honestly anything is possible with him

dan heng definitely needs to warm up to sampo he’s always on the offence in his presence hehe and ratio has little to no opinion while caelus is like rolls eyes

Feel free to: message me ooc l message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme I reblog this with your preferences - let's find common interests!

SUNDAY

My muse(s): dr. ratio ( bold ) & dan heng ( italics ) & caelus ( underline )

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no I a little | tell me about your muse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no I depends on the relationship

this is so dependent on how 2.1 plays out and i for one am so excited to see what occurs

Feel free to: message me ooc l message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme I reblog this with your preferences - let's find common interests!

#* ✦ 𝐈𝐈. ❮ asks ❯ ⸻ ❝#* ✦ iiryoku #* ✦ iiryoku | blade #* ✦ iiryoku | caelus #* ✦ iiryoku | sampo #* ✦ iiryoku | sunday #i spent my entire shift doing this aha #but yes i went through all your hsr muses

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