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With the new promo video for coven of chaos or dark hold diaries or whatever they settle on, I think it might be high time I revisit passing notes BUT WE’LL SEE!!! College takes priority, as always and I’m trying very hard to stay enrolled after changing my degree once again
#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡#history teacher agatha#agatha fanfic#agatha fanfiction#agatha wandavision#agatha x reader#agatha all along#agatha harkness#agatha harkness x reader#passing notes agatha x fem!reader#agatha: darkhold diaries#agatha coven of chaos
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Hi Idk if your requests are still open but if they are, please can I request something? 🫣Remember Agatha photos, yes the one with the suit 🥴🫠🫨 I was thinking about Professor! Agatha. I want that. Daddy kink, breeding, and magic of course. Add whatever you want to it. Obviously, Top!Agatha
My Office
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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader
Word Count: 3102
Warnings: Professor!Agatha, Smut, Manipulation, Enchanted Strap, Fingering, A bit of mind control, Use of magic, Squirting, Daddy Kink, Dark!Agatha, Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, Breeding, Cock Warming, Virgin!Reader, Innocent!Reader, A bit of Dacryphilia, Age Gap (Agatha early 40s, Reader early/mid 20s), I think that is it
A/n: Alright so this one got away from me a bit. I made her a bit dark because I didn't want to fully typical professor/student relationship. I did also feel with making Reader so innocent that Reader being a virgin so that Agatha can manipulate her more was fun. Hope you like it and I didn't add anything that you didn't like
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This class was your least favorite. History. You’re in history class with your least favorite teacher, Miss.Harkness. You don’t understand why you are borderline failing this class. You have been a straight A student all your life. You currently have a 4.0 GPA but you still can’t wrap your head around why this one is different. It’s like when you get your test back that you took a totally different test than what is being handed back. You’re beginning to think you are going crazy. How could you be doing this bad on all of these tests? Your GPA is tanking quickly and you just want to cry. And you almost do when another F lands on your desk right in front of you.
“See me in my office after class.” Mrs.Harkness leans down and whispers in your ear. It’s like you can hear the smirk in her voice but you dare not to look. Fighting back the tears that threaten to fall as your eyes shine with them. You just give her a gentle nod as she continues to pass out papers.
Your hands grip the pages looking at all the red X’s on the page. It’s History, it shouldn't be this hard. You studied all night for this test. You’re beginning to think that Mrs.Harkness has it out for you and wants you to fail.
What you don’t know is that she doesn’t want you to fail. She has a plan for you and the only way she can make it happen is for her to make you desperate. So she uses her magic to change your answers. The handwriting looks the same so that you get the question wrong. She likes to tell herself that she would never use her magic in this way but she has to have you. So she continues to make you fail. The only test left is your final and she knows that you are at your most vulnerable and desperate to achieve a higher grade. So now is her time to strike.
After class you walk slowly to her office. Having stopped in the bathroom to clean yourself up after letting a few tears slip down your face. You now stand outside the office door. Frosted glass with Miss.Harkness written in bold letters on the glass. The name mocking you as you gently knock on the door.
“Come in dear.” You hear her call out from behind the door. You gulp down the fear rising in your throat as you turn the squeaky handle and enter the room. There she is behind her desk in a large black chair. She looks up at you with a smirk playing on her lips. She watches your nervous form as you rub your sweaty palms on your pants. “Y-you wanted to s-see me Miss.Harkness?” You stutter out, fear in your voice.
“Agatha sweetie. You can call me Agatha sweetheart. We aren’t in class anymore.” She smiles at you standing from her seat as you awkwardly stand in the middle of her office. She shrugs off her long suit coat that almost reaches the floor. She sets it on the back of her chair leaving her in a white button up shirt and suit pants. You hate to admit it but the older woman is very attractive. If you weren’t terrified of her you may actually have a crush on the woman. But you have no time to think about that. You’re failing her class and you need to pass.
You nod and mumble “Agatha.” Her name feels strange on your tongue. “Sit dear, we have some things to discuss.” She motions for you to sit in the chair in front of her desk. You hesitantly move and sit as she rounds her desk. She moves and sits on the edge of her desk right in front of you. Pushing her sleeves up before gripping the edge of her desk, her legs slightly crossed as she holds herself up on the desk. “I’m very disappointed in you Y/n. I had heard many wonderful things about you from your previous professors but your work has been… underwhelming to say the least. I thought you had some brains in that pretty little head of yours.” Her voice is condescending and you can feel more tears in your eyes. You don’t even register the fact that she called you pretty at that moment. Only focusing on the criticism at the moment.
You look down, not meeting her eyes. “I-I-I” The tears threaten to fall as you try to hold your composure. Agatha thriving on your innocence and your fears. Her finger hooking under your chin as she leans forward forcing you to look up at her. “I don’t understand why. I-I study for hours. I know the material.” Your voice shakes slightly. “Obviously not or you would be passing my class.” She tisk. A tear rolls down your cheek. She moves her hand cupping your cheek and wipes the tear away with her thumb. She has you exactly where she wants you. “What if I told you there was something you could do for me. Something that will let you pass and possibly even get you an A.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ll do anything you ask of me just please I don’t wanna fail.” More tears slip down your cheeks as you don’t even question what she could possibly want from you. All you care about right now is your grade and to pass this class. You can deal with the consequences later. Right now you need this.
Agatha’s smirk grows more sinister. Purple smoke forms around her hand as you hear the door behind you lock. Your eyes widen as you look back at the purple smoke fading from the door before you look back now terrified at the woman in front of you. “W-what are you?” You question her trying to pull away from her touch. Her fingers gripping your chin harshly as she leans down closer to you, her lips inches from yours. “Oh, did you think that history stays in the past? I’m a witch my dear. Delightful to meet you my dear.” She laughs a wicked laugh.
Your mind is reeling from the new information. What could a witch want from you? Is she evil or good? Has she been purposely failing you? How can you get away from her? You can’t seem to understand anything right now. Your mind is going hazy. You don’t even notice the purple smoke this time as it seeps into your mind. You're being pliable to her just the way she likes it.
Agatha leans the rest of that distance and kisses your lips. With the magic she is using on you you kiss her back almost immediately. As the two of you make out Agatha starts to move you both gently. She gets you up on your feet grasping your hips tightly before she flips you pressing you against the desk. With her hands on your hips she urges you to sit on the desk which you do with her help. When air becomes an issue she pulls back her forehead leaning against yours. All you feel now is her and the need for her.
Agatha is pressed against you. You feel a bulge in her pants causing you to let out a whimper. “Oh sweetheart. Do you want daddy to fuck you?” She grinds into you moaning. You look at her with innocence with a touch of fear. Your mind is trying to scream at you to say no but soon that voice becomes small and distant until you can’t hear it anymore. Your only thoughts are of her.
“Daddy?” You say cautiously. Seeing how it feels on your tongue. She smiles at you. “Yes baby.” She says with another grind of her hips which causes you to let out a moan. “I-I’ve never.” Is all that you can get out. Too embarrassed to add anything hoping she gets the hint which she does. A low groan leaving her lips. She knew you were innocent but not this innocent and now she gets to ruin you for anyone else. “That’s ok sweet girl Daddy will take care of you. Do you want daddy to take care of you?” You ponder her question for a moment before nodding your head.
“I need words sweet girl.” Now that she has you she is going to teach you right. “Yes.” You mumble. “Yes what?” She asks, pulling back slightly to see what you would do. “Yes Daddy.” You grip her shirt, pulling her back. “Mmm good girl.” Her words make you blush and let out a small whine. You’re so adorable she thinks.
With her hands on your hips she pulls at your pants motioning for you to let her take them off. You lift your hips for her as she pulls them down and you help kick them off. She moans seeing the large wet spot on your panties. You shy under her gaze and try to close your legs but she doesn’t let you. Her fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. Where you know you will have bruises tomorrow. Her one hand moving and pressing against your clothed bundle of nerves. You squirm at the touch, a throb you have never felt before in core. Her other hand moving up and tugging at your shirt, a signal for you to take it off.
You help take off your shirt as Agatha slowly starts to circle your clit with her finger. You unconsciously start to grind on her hand. Once your shirt is off her hand moves up and harshly grope your breast. She pulls your bra down letting your breast spill over the top. Leaning down and wrapping her lips around one of your nipples moving her hand to the other to tweak and pinch as her teeth scrape across the one in her mouth. The hand that was on your clothed core moves and grips your hips as she pushes closer and grinds against you. You both let out a moan at the feeling. One of your hands moving to her back and the other moving to the base of her scalp, lacing your fingers in her hair and gripping it tightly when she bites your nipple. Letting out a whimper as she groans.
“Fuck baby girl, so wet and needy for me already.” Agatha pulls back before kissing your neck. Sucking and nipping leaving reddish purple marks on your neck wanting people to know that you are taken. As she attacks your neck her hand moves back down between your bodies, her fingers pushing aside your panties. Swiping her fingers through your drenched folds teasing your entrance before easing her finger in. You squirm at the stretch. “Daddy.” You whine. “Shhhh, baby girl. Daddy is going to make you feel so good.” Her lips never leave your neck as she pumps her finger slowly in and out of your pussy. “Yes daddy.” You whimper.
She slowly starts to pick up her pace. A second finger joining the first as she pushes them both in. You grip her even tighter, digging your nails in whining at the slightly painful stretch. Small whimpers and moans leaving your lips egging her on to go faster curling her fingers. Your walls start to clamp down on her fingers letting her know that you are close. “D-Daddy I feel funny.” You whine trying to squirm away but Agatha growls digging her fingers into your hip. She quickens the pace wanting to see you fall apart around her fingers. She pulls back watching your face. Your face is scrunched up and you're trying to grip at any part of her that you can reach. “Let it go sweetheart. You can do it for daddy.” You shake your head, tears filling your eyes, but your body is telling a different story as your wall clamp around her fingers, your legs quivering. “You’ll feel so good. Just let it go. Don’t you want to cum all over daddy’s fingers?” You whimper and nod, finally letting the feeling take over you. Cum coating her fingers as she fucks you through your orgasm. Slowing down her pace before pulling out causing you to whimper at the loss. She pops her fingers in her mouth moaning at your taste. “Fuck sweetheart you taste devine. I should have done this earlier.” Your mind is hazy. She has you and your mind is hers.
Your panting and lean your head forward onto her shoulder as you try to regain your composure. Until you hear the sound of her zipper being undone. You pull back looking at her. She shuffles her pants and boxers down as a purple strap springs out. It is large and you wonder how it will fit inside of you. She watches you intently as her hand wraps around the appendage. She moans as she jerks it. Your eyes moving up to hers being met with blown pupils. “Fuck Daddy is going to be able to feel how wet and warm you are. How tight your little cunt is. Fuck when your cum coats my dick. I can explode just thinking about it.” She moves back between your legs, a confused look on your face. “Daddy enchanted this cock. I’m going to be able to feel all of your perfect pussy.” Her anticipation has her already swiping her strap through your folds gathering your juices onto it. Nudging your clit ever so slightly as she does before moving it down and nudging it at your entrance.
She slowly pushes in the head of her cock popping into your entrance and making you whine. “Daddy it won’t fit.” You already feel the painful stretch and so full from just the head. “I’ll make it fit sweetheart.” She kisses your lips to distract you as she slams forward fully sheathing herself in your warm tight pussy. You cry out at the painful stretch, her mouth swallowing your cries as you try and push her away but she is stronger than you. “Hurts Daddy.” You whine. “Shhh it’s ok daddy will make it feel better.” She starts to slowly thrust her hips. Tears are falling down your cheeks as she leans her forehead against yours wiping your tears away gently.
Keeping her pace slow but thrusting deep as she watches your face turn from scrunched up pain to melting into pleasure. Both hands dig harshly into your hips as she picks up her pace. Her patience wear thin as she needs to fuck you. To make you cum on her cock. “So fucking tight. Fuck!” She says her hips are snapping into you. Your pain gradually turns into pleasure the more she fucks you. Your legs wrapping around her waist and your fingers digging into her back. She smirks no longer holding back and jackhammering into your willing pussy. Both your moans filling the office. She is fucking into you so harshly that her desks squeaks on the floor and papers start to fall off her desk, but neither of you care.
“Mmm so good. You're such a good girl for me taking my cock.” She mumbles against your lips. The pleasure building causes your brain to turn to mush. Your moans bouncing off the walls. “G-Good.” Is all you’re able to mumble out.
Agatha’s hips slap against your ass as she continues to pound into you. Angling her hips perfectly to hit that spot deep inside you that you're seeing stars. Her thrust is becoming more erratic as your walls start to tighten around her cock. “Fuck! I’m going to fill this pussy so full of my cum. Would you like that baby girl? For Daddy to fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Get you pregnant, breed you. Make you my pretty little housewife. I bet you would look so hot swollen with my babies. Fuck keep you pregnant all the time just so I can fill your horney needs all the time. Continuously fill this pussy till you're dripping and so dumbed down you’ll still be begging for more.” You moan loudly a small gush of liquid coating her cock as you're turned on more. “Oh fuck you like that baby girl. I’ll make it come true. Keep you as mine forever.” Your walls clenching tightly around her cock making her moan.
“Please!” You moan out. You’re not sure what you're asking for whether it is to cum or for her to get you pregnant. You're close to falling over the edge again so you use your legs to pull her closer. Agatha is so close too. Her hand moving down and her thumb rubbing tight fast circles on your clit. Your loud moan edging her on. Her pace quickens again to an inhuman speed as she chases both of your highs. She feels you clench again. “Cum baby girl. Fuck! Cum on Daddy’s cock.”
That’s all it takes. You both fall over the edge at the same time. Liquid squirting out of you onto Agatha as you feel a warm sticky liquid paint your walls. You're both moaning as agatha continues to thrust, riding out both of your highs, her thumb still circling your clit. You whimper as it starts to become too much. She slows down her thrust until she stops leaving herself sheathed inside of you. Her hands firmly planted on either side of you on the desk as both of your chests heave. Your arms wrap tightly around her as you nuzzle into her neck.
Your mind and body are exhausted, but you feel complete like this is what you have always wanted in life. Your mind is absent of the original reason for coming into this office. Your only thoughts are filled with Agatha. You're both there in silence, the only sound is the sounds of your breathing. A comfortable silence between you two as you both enjoy the presence of one another.
Agatha pulls you back and you let out a small whine. She moves your hair out of your face and wipes the tears off your cheeks. She has the kindest, most gentle smiles as she kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, before kissing your lips gently leaning her forehead against yours. “Daddy needs to grade some papers. How about you be a good girl and sit on Daddy’s cock while she does that.” You nod. “Mkay Daddy.” Knowing that this night will change your life forever.
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I hate when they change like vital plot points of a book to fit in a movie. I mean, first of all the iconic F outfits. The Circus of Talents. We lost Princess Uma, a bad bitch if there ever was one. Anyway thoughts below but I can’t add a read more on mobile so sorry. Spoilers obviously.
Thoughts on the School for Good and Evil movie
Good
- The design and aesthetic of all of it was beautiful. I mean like everything was elegant and stunning and just visually incredibly pleasing.
- Sofia Ann Caruso is a great Sophie, she’s cringey and mean and overdramatic. She is the love child of Megamind and Regina George.
- Also Theron and Washington made great professors.
- The Tedros had a cool sword, iconic dumbassery, was pretty and also had cool fits which is how I like my men personally.
- Sophie and Agatha’s friendship at the start was super natural and well written.
- Soman cameo.
- I loved the little addition of Professor Anemone previously being a history teacher. It was just such a nice little touch to the world building and her character.
- The inherent creepiness of the casting for Rafal. I mean I always imagined him looking like a teenager but him looking like he’s in his twenties and trying to claim Sophie as his child bride really adds that extra layer of ickiness.
- Literally everything with Gregor Charming. An icon, a legend, he is the moment.
Bad
- Sofie Wylie is a good Agatha but they wrote her so blandly. Also like where was the initial awkwardness? We deserved bitchy goth loner Agatha. And like it would’ve been cool if Agatha was more conventionally unattractive. Like no hate to Sofie Wylie she’s absolutely gorgeous but it would’ve been nice if she did have that whole thing of yeah people don’t think she’s pretty but then her personality begins to outweigh that.
- Where the actual everloving fuck where Anadil’s rats? I was promised little rats. I was robbed.
- Why were all the Ever girls such bitches? I mean like passive aggressive? Yeah sure. But they were outright bullies.
- The plot change of Rafal purposefully letting Good grow complacent and vain. I think it’s more interesting when you have Good who genuinely have grown complacent without the manipulation of true evil or whatever. It adds more weight to it.
- The Circus of Talents was iconic and we deserved to have the wolves and fairies reveal.
- The blood magic? I mean like what? You have regular magic, no deus ex machina necessary.
- More development between our girls and Teddy. Like I love him being a pathetic little scrunkly but it felt like everything happened in two days. This may have been better adapted as a show considering it’s meant to be covering a whole year of school.
- We deserved hot pink finger glows.
- Lack of iconic book characters: Princess Uma, Castor and Pollux, the Golden Goose, the little pets they had, Anadil’s rats (yes I’m bitter), the librarian dude whose name I’m forgetting, he has Giles vibes, the seer, you know the dude.
- I wanted to see Hort’s frog pajamas.
- The actual explanation for the nemesis stuff like in the books.
- Where was the witches/Agatha friendship? Sophie betraying Aggie to avoid going home? Dovey caring about Good?
- More mean Sophie. Give the people what they want
- It felt so queer-baity. I know the book three twist but like it was just annoying.
Edit - Also the iconic line ‘I’m worse than my father. Because I still love you.’
All in all it was a fun movie but having loved the books as a kid I felt like they didn’t really get done justice. Two and a half hours wasn’t enough to cover the whole story adequately in my opinion.
#school for good and evil#sge sophie#sge movie#soman chainani#agatha of woods beyond#charlize theron#kerry washington#lady lesso#kit young#sofia wylie
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Countdown to Coven of Chaos: Day 338
Agatha, storming in very upset: “IT’S UNBELIEVABLE!! LUDICROUS!! AN INSULT TO THE VERY FIBER OF MY BEING!”
Wanda: “What happened?”
Y/N, trailing behind with the boys: “Billy and Tommy’s history project is what happened.”
Agatha: “APPARENTLY the teacher took issue and complained that their history project on the Salem witch trials was “too dark” for a class of 10 year olds!”
Wanda: “Okay, any reason why?”
Y/N: “Boys, show your mother your project”
Billy and Tommy: *place a diorama of a small Agatha tied to a stake surrounded by little members of her coven lying on the ground*
Agatha: “Look at this! It’s the most accurate a history project could get! They have me as a primary source!! - Look they even made a little shriveled up Evanora after I drained her of all her magic!”
Wanda: “So, what I’m hearing is that you thought it was a good idea that the boys bring a popsicle stick and clay effigy of your dead mother into a class of fifth graders?”
Agatha: “Yes! It was so good too! Billy even used some telekinesis to make the witches fly!”
Y/N: “We were called to pick them up from school immediately after that.”
Wanda: “Can’t imagine why.”
#this has been my favorite one in a while#agatha harkness#wandavision#house of harkness#agatha all along#house of harkness counter#hahndavision#marvel#wanda maximoff#agatha harkness x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#wagatha#wanda x agatha#coven of chaos#coven of chaos counter#incorrect marvel quotes
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Glass Onion (2022): Mixed company, mixed feelings
This movie is very Current Year, even though it finished shooting in 2021 and is set in May 2020. One minor joke early on; Blanc plays Among Us during lockdown, because he's so bored.
I am not making that up.
I had the same issue with the first movie. I wasn't sure what all the Topical References™ added to the movie. And I know we love to say that great art is timeless.
But as someone who actually does read a lot of old, public-domain, popular books, many had topical social issues in them. Heck, the first Doc Thorndyke book is about fingerprinting, which was cutting edge science at the time, and even makes a self-depreciating joke about it's inspiration, Sherlock Holmes.
I've enjoyed the odd Clancy or Connelly or Cussler or Cavanaugh or Patterson thriller. And those tend to be pretty topical. (obnoxiously so, in one case) Not to mention my love of the Vorkosigan Saga, which was so progressive in the 80s it's still progressive now.
I've also seen stories that had poorly integrated topical issues and much better-handled ones in the same show. The same episode, even.
So I don't know why the political stuff in the two movies rankled. I'd say my issue is "politics I disgree with", but I just mentioned enjoying a book series which is clearly waaay to my left.
Heck, both movies are blatantly inspired by Agatha Christie, and I distinctly recall topical stuff in my mum's old copy of *Third Girl*.
Like, literally the whole plot.
I read it a long time ago, but I think I'd still enjoy it.
Other, less important criticism. And spoilers.
-Blanc intially felt like a caricature, which was very different from the way he appeared in the first movie. turns out that's deliberate. He later says he was playing up the folksy Southernness.
Even though he's an internationally famous detective who lives in a $10,000,000 Park Avenue penthouse.
Don't ask me about the high-waisted pants, the cute little scarf around his neck, or the 19th century bathing costume he wears to the pool. Apparently his style in this movie was partially Daniel Craig's idea.
Also, he's gay.
It's not made explicitly clear during the film, and the guy he's living with could be a roomie or friend or assistant, but Johnson confirmed it. I'm not sure what it adds to the film, except an explanation for the scarf.
And also some irony when Birdie flirts with him, even though he's famous and probably publicly known to be gay. Heck, just his visible discomfort in those scenes would be irony enough, whether or not he liked women.
Miles Bronn
-possible shallow Elon musk parody
--he’s fooling people w/ fake genius, when he's really just a charismatic idiot. And one who gets swindled, possibly.
-There's one bit of irony. Early on, Miles guests on his private island get a COVID vaccine. It later turns out Miles is an idiot.
Since the movie takes place entirely in May 2020, the implication is that Miles should know it's basically impossible to develop a proper vaccine in just a few short months.
Cough.
The actual main protagonist isn't Blanc, it's Cassandra "Andi" Brand and Helen Brand. Andi is a tech genius who Miles ripped off. And also murdered. So her twin sister Helen, a teacher, steps in.
Anyone familiar with the Trojan War is probably going "hey, wait a minute..." Did I mention that this takes place on a Greek island in the Aegean Sea? Which has Troy on its borders?
And the first things we see in the film are tantalizing wooden boxes?
Helen poses as Andi with Blanc's help, so they can investigate the murder and figure out which of Miles friends, “the Disruptors”, killed Andi.
Both Brands are played by Janelle Monae. A famously left-wing singer and actress, whose biggest film role was in the movie Hidden Figures, where she played one of a team of black women in STEM forgotten by history.
And in this movie, Monae plays two hidden figures, eclipsed by white men. One maliciously, one charitably.
Birdie
--Birdie is an idiotic middle-aged singer who keeps getting cancelled because she does dumb stuff.
-She sexually harasses Blanc. This is possibly why Blanc's gay, to make it extra ironic.
-She's introduced at a party during lockdowns. When she arrives at the island, she wears a completely decorative facemask.
-Birdie prides herself on her honesty. In this case, it means she's inconsiderate and narcissistic, with no filter. Which makes it kinda ironic (or something?) when the day is saved in the end by a combination of lies and truth.
Duke
-Dave Bautista plays an alt-right mra. Supposedly.
-He supports a girlfriend and his mother, who abuses him. He's three or four times mom's size. He goes "Mom, I told you not to interrupt when I'm recording!" and she physically slaps him. Not even any ramp-up, she just does it.
She also tries to disrupt his call with his friends by "helping" him solve Miles' puzzle box, right up until it's done, and she stops caring.
So the show decided to mock MRAs by...making one a male victim of domestic violence and emotional abuse from a woman.
And from what I saw on Youtube, plenty of people didn't notice the irony. In fact, I found an official Netflix short of the scene, and the comments were glad he was getting "put in his place" because he politely asked him mom to let him do his job.
Also, remember when I mentioned how Birdie sexually harasses Blanc?
This movie includes two examples of the exact sort of issues MRAs talk about all the time.
-I know he's supposed to be a parody, but of who, exactly? jordan peterson? andrew tate? Pewdiepie? All of the above?
I think they even got some alex jones in there when they mention how he sold pills. Specifically, "performance" pills for men, made from rhino horn.
-Duke carries a gun near his crotch at all times for most of the movie. Specifically, an underpowered Tokarev, I've read. On top of the abuse, he also self-cucks himself so his GF can try and pillow-talk Miles into supporting Duke's next endeavour.
Subtle.
And while I was looking up the gun, I found someone on /r/liberalGunOwners saying "well, maybe it's supposed to look Russian because he's pro-Putin like a lot of right-wingers?"
That's possible, but it would be a really obtuse reference in a movie chock full of really blatant references.
-Also, there's something a tad ironic about a supposedly (alt-)right influencer being a large, muscular, tattoo'd Hispanic man. Unless that's supposed to be a tan.
Claire
-Claire is a left-wing, environmentally friendly politician. She wears beige, and always looks terrible (to Katheryn Hahn's frustration). She's also a hypocrite.
Some TVTropes editor: it's about progressive politicans that gradually turn conservative.
No, the message here isn't "conservatives bad". It's "hypocritical left-wing politicians are bad". And I'm not sure about the "left-wing" part.
Duke is a hypocrite because he self-cucks for advantage, and is also physically abused by his tiny little mom. Claire is just a straight up liar, as politicians often are. There's a contrast between his performative peacocking in every aspect of the way he presents himself, and Claire's beige cold mess.
I'm not kidding. That was the stated intent of her costume and makeup.
-claire calls duke an MRA. I'm not sure if the writers were wrong, Claire's wrong, or Duke actually calls himself an MRA in-universe. He's certainly a traditionalist, which MRAs usually aren't. He also wants women to get back in the kitchen, which MRAs usually don't.
And finally, there's Miles’ No 2., tech wizard Lionel, who spins Miles' straw - or napkin ideas - into gold. In fact, he spends most of the movie with a gold wishbone pin on his lapel. GEDDIT?
Duke is a right wing tradcon MRA who cares about physical appearances even though he has a bad social rep, Claire is a left-wing progressive with a terrible physical appearance and a good social rep, Birdie is an idiot who keeps saying un-PC things, and Lionel is the smart guy, who is apparently more or less apolitical.
Also, the movie has obvious inspiration from Christie's "And Then There Were None". And maybe Clue. Or Among Us.
Or all three.
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I've been thinking about seer powers and just what it all includes cuss the show kinda died before we could properly learn. Obviously Ethan can see the future, and I think the past? But what else, what more is there?
In fiction and older mythologys 'seer's or other prophetic people normally invoke a god of some kind so I think it would be intresting if Ethan found a spirit of a god from the old religion. I'm not saying he becomes religious, more aware of supernatrual forces that we might perceive as gods. I think the forces he'd most likely worship are 'life' 'death' and 'nature'. Obvious and a bit lame I know, but life and death are a cycle and are essentially the withered the past and the ever growing future. With nature, its a mixture of the two and connects him to his friends.
Another thing is (at least in western mythologys) A LOT of phrophetic people end up having problems with their eyes, either becoming blind or loosing them. It's obvious Irony, but I do think it would be intresting that Ethans normal vision changes the longer he's awakened his powers. Maybe its to the extent of needing glasses and eventually going fully blind, although I think a more intresting take would be for Ethan to be more aware of supernatrual elements with either a 'aura' arround non-humans and magic artifacts. Another option would be to see 'fate striken objects' or things like the red strings of fate. Just small bits of the future that he KNOWS exist and he can't change, but play no obvious goal to himself.
The more he uses his visions the stronger they can get. Things like being able to walk arround them, letting them stay for longer, maybe even hearing peoples thoughts whilst in the vision. I think an intresting idea would be that he could 'retrigger' a vision if he really forces it, but it leaves him with a migrane as it takes a lot of mental energy. Maybe even physical. The gang starts carrying sweets on them so he can atleast get a small sugar rush so that he doesn't collapse or get to shakey.
One last thing that I think would be sick, though holds no purpose to his powers, is whilst he's dreaming he has 'visions'. BUT these visions arn't always focused on him or his life. Sometimes they arn't even happening during his life time. This leads to him writing multiple note books of his preminitions like Nostradamus or the good omens Agnes Nutter. He predicts all sorts of things and eventually his books become marveled for their 99% accuracy. I think it would be cool to see a reverse of this where he has flashback visisons and he's in history class and the teachers all "and we will never know what Agatha Christie did for those 11 days she vanished" and he has to physicall fight the urge to shout that HE knows because HE saw her in his dreams. His history essays are always exciting to read because he pulls a LOT of facts outa his arse by accident.
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Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes - NUMBER ONE
HAPPY EASTER! TIME TO CELEBRATE WITH THE MOST NON-EASTER-Y THING EVER!
Welcome, everybody, for the final entry of “A Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes!” Throughout this month-long event, I’ve been counting down my Top 31 Favorite Fictional Detectives, from movies, television, literature, video games, and more!
We’ve finally come to the end of March, and the time has come to unveil my topmost personal pick.
SLEUTH-OF-THE-DAY’S QUOTE: “Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”
NUMBER ONE IS…Sherlock Holmes.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s most famous creation is one of the most frequently adapted, reimagined, and referenced characters in the history of English literature. I think the only other pieces of literature who can compete are Bram Stoker’s “Dracula” and possibly Lewis Carroll’s “Alice” stories. Therefore, while so many other characters have carried the title in their universes of “the World’s Greatest Detective,” it’s no surprise most people still associate that phrase with Holmes, and it’s no surprise that Holmes takes the top spot. Through sheer universal appeal and constant reinvention, he’s clearly earned the rank. If Edgar Allan Poe invented the modern detective story with C. Auguste Dupin, then Doyle’s Holmes perfected the formula, and created the icon that pretty much every famous detective character since then has tried to emulate or push against since then.
It's not entirely clear WHY Conan Doyle made Holmes. I’ve heard multiple different accounts and explanations for how the concept came into Doyle’s mind, and what prompted him to create the great detective. However, if the reasons for his creation are unclear, what IS clear are Holmes’ origins. Doyle was chiefly inspired by a former teacher of his, Dr. Joseph Bell; a slightly eccentric surgeon who was one of the first forensic experts in history, and would eventually gain some recognition when helping the police on the infamous Jack the Ripper case. (He also may have taken some inspiration, according to at least one source, from the real-life Scotland Yard Inspector Richard Tanner, who worked on the slightly-less-well-known Franz Muller case - the first recorded murder committed aboard a train.) Mingling this inspiration with various unique qualities that seemed to stem from his own imagination, Doyle created the ultimate detective: the first Private Consulting Detective in fiction, and easily the most renowned.
It is humorous, in hindsight, to then realize that Doyle didn’t actually care that much for Holmes, overall. A bit like Agatha Christie with her own much later creation, Hercule Poirot, Doyle came to feel dissatisfied with Holmes. This wasn’t so much because of Sherlock’s personality or motivations, but simply because Doyle saw the Holmes stories more as a sort of lucrative hobby than anything else; he sensed that other works of his, which he felt far more passionately about, were being sidelined by this strange gumshoe. Doyle, like Christie, attempted to kill off Holmes…but unlike with Christie and Poirot, Doyle could not keep the detective dead. After a few false restarts, he finally brought Holmes back for good, and really didn’t stop writing for the detective till 1927, only three years before the end of his own life. The reason for this was simply money: Doyle came to realize that Holmes was what paid the bills, and what everybody wanted most to read. So, for all the other great things he created (Holmes was far from Doyle’s only literary claim to fame), it would be his contribution to crime fiction for which the good man would forever be best recalled. For better or worse, Doyle had created a character who truly seemed immortal.
The Sherlock Holmes stories set the benchmark for just about every famous detective to come. All of the classic tropes are basically here. Eccentric main character with multiple layers? Check. More mundane sidekick who provides an anchor for the audience? Check. A touch-and-go relationship with the official police, riding a fine line between rivalry and amiability? Check. Ability to solve crimes that no one else can seem to figure out? Obviously check. It all begins with Sherlock Holmes, before and beyond anything else. Nearly every character on this countdown up to now would not even EXIST if Sherlock Holmes had not been created, and had not been a success. He is the first great, true hero of literary fiction, I would argue: yes, there’s mythology, folklore, and other such things, but in terms of something with defined roots in what can be classified as resembling contemporary times, Holmes was the one who started everything.
Obviously, there have been way too many interpretations of this character to even ATTEMPT to list. I mean, for God’s sakes, I did a whole countdown – much like this one – where I listed no less than forty-one separate interpretations, including the honorable mentions. And even that one couldn’t cover EVERY version of Holmes I know and have some fondness for. He’s EVERYWHERE. He’s fought Dracula, Jack the Ripper, and Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde almost as often as he’s tackled his arch-nemesis, Professor Moriarty. He’s been depicted in stories that are romantic, comedic, “edgy,” and every other tone you can think of. He’s made it into just about every medium there is, and has been portrayed excellently from seemingly all four corners of the globe. (Which is especially impressive, because a globe shouldn’t HAVE four corners!) From his roots in England, to America, to Russia, and even to Japan: Holmes is inescapable. Whether he’s focused on playing the violin, pumping cocaine into his veins, dealing with a three-pipe problem, or engaging in fisticuffs or even swordplay, he’s always on the move and always up to something odd, and we love him for it. I don’t think anyone would disagree with me when I say that, for sheer recognizability above all else, Sherlock Holmes more than earns my recognition for being My Favorite Fictional Detective.
“It’s Elementary, My Dear Watson.”
Thank you all for joining me! Were there any famous detectives you like that didn’t make the cut? Any in particular you’d have placed higher or lower? Feel free to let me know! Take care, everyone, and make sure to get a clue. ;)
#list#countdown#best#favorites#top 31 fictional detectives#gathering of the greatest gumshoes#number one#sherlock holmes#mystery#crime fiction#murder mystery#literature#sir arthur conan doyle#film#movies#tv#television#anime#and everything else#seriously#sherlock is everywhere#for good reason
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Book recommendations for autumn
Although the temperature outside is shockingly high, I have already stepped into my autumnal state of mind. I can't think of a better fall activity than writing a Tumblr post with a list of books one can read while drinking a pumpkin spice-flavoured coffee while snacking on biscuits and listening to the rain.
Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie
(or any other criminal novel, preferably read by night while covering yourself in your favourite blanket.)
Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
(a brilliant parody of gothic novels and delusional teenage girls, perfect spooky vibes)
Dead Poets Society by N.H. Kleinbaum
(gay teenagers study poetry under the most magnificent teacher in entire literature)
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
(It's even more cringy than you remember it from your middle school years)
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
(Obnoxious terrible characters study antiquity while losing themselves in the process)
If We Were Villains by M.L.Rio
(The same as the Secret History but make it Shakespeare-obsessed theater kids).
Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone by Remus Lupin
(A classic, as long as you don't live under a rock you've probably read it already, nonetheless it wouldn't be an autumn book list without this novel, although it's a love-the-franchise hate-the-author situation)
Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo
(This book will make you regret not being a posh kid who can afford to go to YALE, it makes the idea of joining a secret society extremely appealing).
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
(A broke law student kills a usurer, which is the beginning of an avalanche of disaster. Spoiler, The book ends with him becoming a catholic while dating an ex prostitute).
Little Women by L.M. Alcott
(Watch Greta Gerwig's adaptation for an extra fall vibe, the book is wonderful as well. Makes me regret not having sisters).
Jane Eyre by the one and only Charlotte Bronte
(Aka why romanticizing Victorian England is an indicator of idiocy).
Persuasion by Jane Austen
(A novel that will gaslight you into believing that if you're twenty-seven your bloom is gone, you might as well never leave the house again if you're not married).
Frankenstein
(This book freaks me out so much, it's gorgeously written.)
Macbeth
(The moral of this drama is to never trust three witches you meet when strolling over Highlands).
Wuthering heights
(I could write an entire essay about how superior Mr. Darcy is to Mr. Rochester, but Wuthering Heights still is one of the best novels I've ever read. The spooky vibes are immaculate, it made me want to travel to Haworth during fall).
The picture of Dorian's gray
(Dorian Gray would've hated the "aged" TikTok filter.)
The invisible life of Addie Larue
(The first line of this book is a summarization of its plot, for the entire novel "A girl is running for her life.", However, we grow to love her in the process).
That would be it. Autumn is one of my favourite seasons, and I can't wait to get the most out of it. I'm sorry in advance for the person I'll become after drinking Pumpkin Spice Latte for the first time this year. May the Christian Autumn Girls rise and sweaty, sun-burned summer preferring children fall.
#fall#romanticizing school#romanticizing autumn#fall books#bookish thoughts#booktok#books and reading#classics#classicalliterature#harrypotter#janeausten#dark academia#academia#aesthetic
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GwenDerick/FredDolyn Hogwarts AU
Their houses color (as Ravenclaw: blue & Hufflepuff: yellow) if mixed will become their color motif : green
Hence why I am coloring the background (probably not that clear in the photo IG?) with CPC X Hogwarts AU color theory : the wittiness of Blue's Ravenclaw from Frederick and the kindness of Yellow's Gwendolyn - make birth of Green if mixed together, their color motif in CPC - hence heart <3
Time spent to drawing and coloring? so long lmao I am indeed a rusty artist - and yeah art-blocker ~ thou I am enjoyed the sufferings of drawing Frederick's hair, coloring Gwen's soft green hair, and drawing their respectful insignia of their Hogwart Houses (a badger like a possum imho)
Frederick being a Ravenclaw (due to bookworm he is) & Gwendolyn being a Hufflepuff (the kindest soul fits here) is based from this HC CPC BLR post as the following :
--------------------------------------------------------------------- This part skippable, I just want to expand the lore of CPC in Hogwarts AU with the following of my headcannons - comes from me being a Potterhead and playing the game "Hogwarts Mystery" - hence the example: the mention of 'frog choir' as music extracullilcular for the example. So, some of the HCs are differentiates with Cookie's HC and I am lessening everyone's age so they're could all in Hogwarts = I am not following their canon ages told by LambCat and CPC ) :
All Pastel siblings (Maria/6th year and the diva of the frog choir's club with her muses are ; Celestina Warbeck and Bozart/Schozart), Lorena/5th year and the Quidditch's star playing the role of Chaser, Jamie and Gwen/4th year - Jamie's the best friend of house elves and since he enrolled the feast's quality greatly improved & Gwen's helped her twin with best subject is Potions-her kindness able to even softens Snape's rock-hard's heart) are Hufflepuff
Yet the Plaid brothers are in different houses, Frederick Ravenclaw (4th year, his best subject is History of Magic, the underdog of top student that not expected to excels at the class that literally a 'sleep-fest') - Lance Gryffindor (6th year, have miracles of could passed OWL to NEWT class and overall is described nicely by Aqua in here) - Blaine Slyterin (7th year, kinda bitter that he's not becoming the head boy even thou he's "know-it-all, could-do-all" perfect. Excels in all classes except Divination - by having Outstandings score)
Prez (Calpernia) is the head girl, while Whitney is the head boy - 7th year and final year at Hogwarts they are - they're have "mysterious strained" past but now working on it. They're as Cookie's HC, both from Ravenclaw. For Curtis-Ravenclaw, somehow I feel he actually lotta older than them, so I placed him as the assistant professor of DADA (as the one that holding the syllabus lectures, so the things that will taught kinda structured) - dw he'll never get the curse/jinx of 'No DADA teacher can lasts more than a year' because he's not teaches it. Asa could becomes the healer's assistant for madam Pomfrey - but I am not sure as student (so being 7th year) or already graduating. Miss Agatha feels to have similar vibes with Prof. McGonagall, while Molly is to madam Hooch with her agility - but I just don't know if they're in the time of Hogwarts studies (September - June) or not.
The parents which have history in the following houses: Leland Slyterin, Izzy Ravenclaw, Jack Gryffindor and Lilyth Hufflepuff) - and we have more characters in the AU!!
Monika - IMHO it will be interesting if she's in Gryffindor - as what she wants is to be braver (like Ben Copper in Hogwarts Mystery game, he's a coward but learnt to be braver)
Beckett and Bernadette will be in Hufflepuff
Orson in Ravenclaw Idk other Princels thou prob in Slyterin (interesting dynamic hating Blaine in same house ngl)
So in Summary, My HC's of Hogwart Houses as following :
$= they're already graduated from Hogwarts School
[number]= the year they're are, is not following canon and basically I make the ones at twenties in 7th year >/\<
Gryffindor : Lance [6], Saffron [7], Thermidora [7], Monika [5], Miss Agatha $, Jack $
Ravenclaw : Frederick [4], Prez [7], Whitney [7], Leopold [6], Orson [5], Curtis $, Isolde $.
Hufflepuff : Gwen, and Jamie, [4] Maria, [6] ,Lorena [5] Jolie, [6] Renee and Bernadette [5], Griffin [7], Beckett [6], Horace [5], Asa [7/$], Molly $, Lilyth $
Slytherin : Nell [6] - the top student of Divination, Syrah [7], Aurelia [5], Abbi [3], Suzanna [6], Leland $.
So many CPC characters fits in Hufflepuff IMHO, yay for them being so pure kind-hearted sweet people !! ^^
#cursed princess club gwendolyn#cursed princess club#cursed princess club frederick#my art and yeah no improvement haha#but I love the background coloring with their color theory
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INTERVIEW WITH A WRITEBLR — @talesofsorrowandofruin
Who You Are:
Nerissa || she/her
Aro-ace fantasy and mystery writer. Obsessed with history and languages.
What You Write:
What genres do you write in? What age ranges do you write for?
Adventure, drama, fantasy, historical fiction, horror, mystery, paranormal, psychological, sci-fi, thriller, and tragedy. Young and new adult.
What genre would you write in for the rest of your life, if you could? What about that genre appeals to you?
Fantasy. I love being able to create new worlds and languages.
What genre/s will you not write unless you HAVE to? What about that genre turns you off?
Romance. I simply have no interest in it.
Who is your target audience? Do you think anyone outside of that would get anything out of your works?
Primarily readers between 15 and 25, but I'm sure people older and younger would still be able to enjoy my works.
What kind of themes do you tend to focus on? What kinds of tropes? What about them appeals to you?
Dysfunctional families, controlling/abusive mothers and abusive teachers, complicated histories, characters pretending to be something they're not, enemies-to-lovers. They appeal to me because the first two are unfortunately things I've experienced in real life and the others provide plenty of opportunities for drama.
What themes or tropes can you not stand? What about them turn you off?
Love at first sight, giving up everything for love, love triangles, most romantic tropes actually. I can't relate to them and the characters strike me as selfish idiots.
What are you currently working on? How long have you been working on it?
I have one main WIP at the minute: The Unfortunate Moth, an Agatha Christie-inspired murder mystery. I started it in January.
Why do you write? What keeps you writing?
I'd go crazy if I didn't write.
How long have you been writing? What do you think first drew you to it?
For years, since I was ten at least. I love reading, so I think that drew me to writing.
Where do you get your inspiration from? Is that how you got your inspiration for your current project? If not, where did the inspiration come from?
Other books/films/series, historical events, places I've been, and dreams/nightmares I've had. I got the inspiration for my current WIP from Murder on the Orient Express.
What work of yours are you most proud of? Why?
Currently Totentanz, because I love the black comedy in it.
Have you published anything? Do you want to?
Only online so far, but I plan to traditionally publish some day.
What part of the publishing process most appeals to you? What part least appeals to you? Why?
Most appealing: holding a physical copy of my book. Least appealing: querying, getting an agent, basically everything else.
What part of the writing process most appeals to you? What part is least appealing?
Most appealing: writing the first draft. Least appealing: editing.
Do you have a writing process? Do you have an ideal setup? Do you write in pure chaos? Talk about your process a bit.
I set a goal, either on Pacemaker dot Press or NaNoWriMo, and do my best to meet daily word count goals. I usually have a vague outline of the main events and come up with everything else along the way.
Your Thoughts on Writeblr:
How long have you been a writeblr? What inspired you to join the community?
Since 2018. I joined the community because I thought it would be helpful to interact with other writers.
Shout out some of your favorite writeblrs. How did you find them and what made you want to follow them?
Through posts reblogged by my mutuals.
What is your favorite part about writeblr?
Tag games and being able to see snippets of other writers.
What do you think writeblr could improve on? How do you think we can go about doing so?
Can't think of anything.
How do you contribute to the writeblr community? Do you think you could be doing more?
I reblog other people's WIP intros and answer tag games.
What kinds of posts do you most like to interact with?
Excerpts from other writers' WIPs.
What kind of posts do you most like to make?
Responses to tag games, GIFsets, WIP intros.
Finally, anywhere else online we may be able to find you?
Wattpad, FictionPress, AO3
Questions For Fun:
What is your favorite language, real or fictional? Why?
A tie between German, Georgian and Japanese. German because I like how it sounds, Georgian because it looks really cool (though I haven't learnt any of it yet 😅), and Japanese because so many of my favourite musicals are either originally in Japanese (Takarazuka Revue shows) or have been translated into it (Elisabeth das Musical).
Have you ever made a conlang? What was the process like? Would you ever do it again?
Yep! I'm still working on a conlang for The Power and the Glory. It's loosely inspired by Tolkien's languages with influences from Icelandic and Armenian. I also invent words in other conlangs when I need them for other WIPs, but I haven't created full languages for them. I use Conworkshop and its word lists and word generators.
What's the most "out there" thing you've done to get ideas/inspiration for writing? Would you do it again?
Probably watching an unsubtitled musical in a language I don't speak. I do this regularly, and sometimes my attempts to understand the plot give me ideas for my WIPs.
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💜 Passing Notes - Agatha Harkness xfem!Reader (she/they pronouns)💜
Modern High school teacher AU
Ch 21 💜Bonus chapter💜Ch 22
(18+ Chapter, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)
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Summary: y/n had no intention of becoming a Westview resident again, but here they are, moving into their parents’ old home and taking a job as an English teacher at their old high school. While these sudden changes hadn’t been part of y/n’s life plan, what they really didn’t expect was to come face to face with the former graduate that her Musical performances had always been compared to during high school, Agatha Harkness. They also didn’t expect this older woman to take such an interest in her, despite y/n distant demeanor. (Two former Westview leading ladies turned high school teachers develop an interesting relationship over their first school year together)
Warnings: ✨smut✨it's just smut. (vaginal fingering; R receiving, some minor oral fixation and minor swearing) (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)
Word count: 1,869
A/N: well, hello again! it's been a minute, hasn't it? but I'm back for the moment! I've been taking some time to prioritize school and my friends, but I promise I haven't forgotten about you or our lovely Agatha. at the very least, I refuse to leave this fic unfinished, so here's to getting things back on track! As always, feel free to leave questions or thoughts in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 💜
Passing Notes Tag List: @danvers97 @romanottsmaximoff @500daysofmarissa
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There was a sparkling eagerness in Agatha’s eye as she shut her front door behind you to resume previous activities. After a flurry of stumbling to remove shoes and coats, hands wrapped around your shoulders and the small of your back, attaching to you like vines around a tree as she squeezed. She began leaving sloppy kisses on your neck to replace the ones you'd wiped away on the ride home. You gripped her shoulders tight, shutting your eyes as you took in a shivered breath through your teeth. It was clear that her foreplay in the dressing room had only been the first level of her potential.
As she kissed you in the entryway of her home, you were consumed by her intoxicating electricity that made your head spin. Only a few thoughts could slither through your mind, and you realized only now that Agatha had time to plan this. She was always calculated and prepared. She had the time to plan out every movement, every stroke, and every breath that she’d pull from you. She was going to work you till she’d had her fill, and you couldn't be happier.
She moved you backward, your shoulders slumping against the wall as she moved from your puffy lips back down to your throat. Her teeth had begun scrapping at your skin, elating a delicious sting that faded as soon as it arrived. She had you weak in the knees, and if she didn't get you upstairs now, she was going to have to carry you herself. But you had no doubts she would be against that idea. Your breath had quickened and you squeezed your eyes (and coincidently your thighs) tightly shut as you tightened your grip on her hair and her shoulder. You heard her hiss as you inadvertently tugged her scalp, but the noise was promptly followed by an electrifying sucking feeling against your neck followed by the smooth, soothing feeling of her tongue.
“Agathaaaa,” you said in a voice that came out as more of a whine than you intended. You'd leaned forward, your forehead against Agatha’s shoulder, your nose brushing against her neck now. You felt rather than heard the groan in her throat just before she nodded, pulling just far enough from you to guide your upstairs.
She let you lead her into the bedroom by her hand after ascending the stairs and shut the door behind her. Turning towards you once more, you would have expected her to pounce, but instead, she’d momentarily returned to a rather gentle, sentimental state. Her hands found your cheeks, guiding your forehead to rest against hers. You warped your arms around her middle, fingertips gently scratching at her back. She shut her eyes and took in a long breath.
“You’ll tell me what you want, right?” she asked rather quietly. You stalled for a moment before nodding. “And you’ll tell me to stop when you need me to,” she asked. You nodded again.
“I’ll tell you loud and clear,” you murmured, adjusting to moving your hand over her ear, tucking hair beyond it, and dragging the pads of your fingertips over the apple of her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled once more. She leaned up and kissed your hairline before her gaze returned to yours.
“I just needed to be sure,” her smile returned, bright and wide like the Cheshire she was as she turned, her hands running down your arms as she backed away from you, teasing and guiding you up the stairs. You followed with no hesitation and once the door of the bedroom was shut behind you she was on you again. She pulled you forward as she backed up, falling onto the bed with a satisfied moan reverberating from her throat. You’d never imagined Agatha would be all that vocal in bed, but something about her adamant eagerness elated something very strong from you, making your skin hot with anticipation.
She had you straddle her waist, making it easy to push her back to the bed and unbutton her blouse. She stalled for a moment, eyes flickering between your hands and the satisfied grin on your lips as you momentarily took control of her. You revealed the black lace braw under her top and just as your hand was about to skim over her obscenely soft skin, she took your wrist in her grip. You furrowed your brow, ready to protest, but she shooshed you, cooing as she kissed your knuckles.
“Angel, I don't know how much longer I can handle not having you tight around my fingers, so if we can please move things along, I think that we’d both appreciate it,” your eyes widened and you felt as though your ears must be steaming with the imagery that flashed through your mind. Agatha seemed to get the message as she grinned again, sitting up on her elbows as she indeed her chin, wordlessly asking you to scooch.
You did as she asked and found yourself pressed into the pillows of Agatha’s bed as she scaled over you. Her blouse was still left open, only held together by a few buttons at the bottom. You watched with anticipation as her breasts moved up and down with each breath she took. Once above you, she nudged your attention back to her eyes with her pointer finger under your chin.
“I never knew you found them so distracting,” she commented with a satisfied hum. “Maybe I should start wearing more lowcut v-necks,” you smiled and began to laugh, parting your lips for your own retort, but whatever words were on your tongue were quickly made incoherent as Agatha attacked your collarbone while one of her hands wandered up under the sweater you still had on. Her hands were cold against your burning skin, sending a cascade of goosebumps over your chest as she dipped into your bra cup.
Her fingertips began to squeeze and toy with your chest, testing the waters of your pleasure with curiosity. While it was quite enjoyable, you began to squirm under her. The image of her dipping down to the heat building just below still burned into your mind as she kept at your neck. You let go of a strangled moan from frustration that had Agatha arching her brow and leaning back ever so slightly. You bit your lip, squeezing your knees together under her form and you sighed as she smiled.
“What happened to ‘moving thing’s along’?” you murmured, reaching up to pull her head back down, bringing her lips against your own while simultaneously taking her free hand and guiding it to the button of your slacks. Her fingers fumbled for a moment too long and you took control, brushing her away as you continued to kiss her, biting her lip as you undid the button and zipper for her. You felt her brow scrunch and she pulled away from your lips with a huff of breath that fanned over your nose.
“I don’t know if I like you doing all my work for me,” she murmured. You scrunched your nose as you laughed.
“You're taking too long. I’m ready to get the job done myself if I-” you cut yourself off with a strangled moan from surprise as her fingertips rather roughly dipped into your underwear, gliding past your clit as she assessed the situation, shall we say. She began to slowly circle, watching your brow tighten as your eyes screwed shut at every stroke. You heard her hum against your ear as your fingertips dug into her curls, tugging with a delicious sting to her scalp.
She dipped into you ever so slightly, teasing you with a pleased expression on her face. You grit your teeth as you waited, but groaned with relief as the pad of the thumb inched inward, finding your clit and applying the perfect gage of pressure as her two fingers finally glided in. she started out slow, as though she was still testing what was right, but quickly found a nice rhythm of swirling her thumb along with curling her fingers in and up that had you squeezing your eyes tight and making the most pleasant sounds she could never have fully imagined conjuring (and trust me, she’d imagined it).
“You’re doing an amazing job,” she purred, leaning forward to brush her nose against your jaw as she placed warm, wet kisses as she pumped in and out. “Maybe I’ll give you one of those gold star stickers I have on my desk when I’m finished with you,” she teased, her teeth biting down on the skin of your ear as she chuckled. Part of you wanted to scold her for the comment, but the other, more devious part that was absolutely devouring the affection she was giving you reluctantly let out a throaty moan as you buried your face in her chest as she shifted to lay beside you, her hand remaining deep in its place as she pushed knuckle deep into you.
Her pace quickened and you felt that star-striking pressure begin to properly build in your stomach, ready for you to burst. In a desperate attempt to thank her prematurely, you pulled her neck toward you, forcing sloppy kisses on her untouched skin. You absently added your teeth to the mix as you began to squeeze around her and the most gorgeous moan of pleasure escaped her chest. The vibrations of it against your lips were enough to send you over the edge in her arms and you let go of a pitched whine, hot and ready against her skin as you came down hard on her fingers.
You felt dizzy and kept your eyes shut tight as she pulled you down, her free hand brushing away the sweaty bits of hair that clung to your forehead. She pulled out slowly and you let go of another, more pitiful whine that had her chuckling softly under her breath as she kissed your cheek, your eyes fluttering open.
“That alright?” she asked you when you could focus on her again. Your eyes wandered to her hand, which she was moving to wipe on the blanket beside her. You reached out your hand, gesturing to her. She gave the appendage to you with a questioning look, and without much warning, you took the digits between your lips, slowly swirling your tongue around them as you tested the fruit of her labors. Her eyes widened and she might have even begun to blush, but it was hard to say with the minimal light in the room. You hadn’t bothered to properly turn all the lights on upon your arrival. There had been more pressing matters at hand, clearly.
“Well, now I’m jealous,” she said, propping her head up on her elbow. You arched a brow, letting her take her fingers back. “I didn’t get a chance to taste you,” she stated bluntly. You laughed, scooting forward to kiss the pulse point under her neck.
“We’ve got plenty of time if you'd like a sample,” you murmured against your skin. She felt her shiver eagerly under your touch and knew you were in for it again now.
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Just a lil check in to say hi and see how you’re doing. So how are you doing? I hope you’re doing well! Are you itching to write anything in particular lately?
-ex lurker
I'm doing alright, I'm learning how to manage myself and emotions better.
I have been more leaning towards sfw works recently, I still like smut as the next guy, but there are so many other ideas I want to explore first.
Angst, fluff, drama, character studies especially. I want to show more attention to Laezel, Minthara and Karlach. I feel like I've been focusing on Gale, Shadowheart and Astarion too much recently.
Oh but also dragons, and alternative universes! I've been storming a couple prince Wyll ideas but haven't came up with anything yet.
Thank you for checking in anon, I saw your message too and it made me feel better. How are you doing? I hope you're doing well and all, i hope you're staying safe and healthy.
Real Life events and vent below.
I've been preparing for my niece's birthday, i got he the most beautiful cinderella dress I could afford. Which isn't much but It's something that I hope she likes. Also I never realised how hard it is to get your hands on bts merch until 5 of my nieces suddenly became hard-core fans of them.
My dude it is a major struggle, each time I want to order something then look away for a second, it's suddenly sold out.
But it's eating me up, how my niece gets a safe and happy birthday while newborn children are being taken off life support and forced out of hospitals in Gaza. That video of the kids playiny and sliding on the gaint hole in the street previously made a rocket. I don't think I have the right to call myself human anymore, it's beyond horrific what's been happening to them.
Funny thing is, I have always known about the Palestine conflict, we literally read about it in our history books in schools. I remember being in middle school and going home to ask my parents about it, i remember the teachers tearing up when bringing it up. I remember the clear discussions of the horrors happening right now there.
And all of that was softened up and watered down as much as possible for a kid to comprehend. Much like I had to learn about the major world wars, the Palestine history and the many many treaties that were broken by their colonisers took a whole chapter or more out of the school book.
I can't even begin to describe how important and how aware the middle east is of Palestine even before the current genocide intensified. It's straight up embarrassing and shameful how little the current middle east cares or sends aids for Palestine. After all that history, after all those talks and promises.
The rich ones are pandering to the west for a speck of dust of acceptance, ereasing their own culture just to become nothing more than a vacation spot for foreigners.
If you're wondering why the Palestine people have no-where safe to go to, is because all their arab neighbouring countries closed off their borders to them. So they can deep throat the coloniser's dick more I assume.
As much as my own country is corrupted and fucked up, the one right thing we did is that we never recognised Palestine's colonisers as an actual country and never will.
I learned english as a kid on my own to be able to read uncensored books, Agatha Christie ones. The arabic translations clearly had a lot of plot holes and cut content and it frustrated kid me endlessly.
But I didnt realise it would come at the cost of my own culture. I feel like It made me no better than the arabs who suck up to westerns and put english on a pedestal. The same goes for the rest of my generations, we are all young adults and we couldn't have been more disconnected from our roots.
That's why the westernisation of the middle east was barely met with any resistance from us, the young adults who were supposed to be the front line of defence against corrupt governments. The second I saw them fully celebrating Christmas and using fake snow to pander to the west is the second I realised just how doomed we are. They don't even actually celebrate anything, they're playing dress up with someone else's religion and history.
We have our own celebrations, even our own calander with our own new year yet it's forgotten just for us to act out what we saw in Hollywood and Disney movies.
Our own princess, fairytales and folklore. Yet I still bought that Cindrella dress for my niece.
To add insult to injury, the closet thing to a traditional arab princess dress in that store was akin to a caricature of a bellydancer dress.
I'm not better than them. Indirectly or not, all of our combined actions had a hand in dooming Palestine, in dooming our brothers and sisters.
And Christmas will come, and the same arab countries who didn't allow women the legal right to drive a car until 2017-2018, would celebrate it alongside the world. Pretending it's one of them, pretending it's not like its "terrorist" sister countries so please please pick me up foreigners!!
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Name: Gideon "Sully" Sullivan
Species: Human (Non-powered)
Occupation: Kindergarten Teacher
Age: 29 Years Old
Played By: Chandler
Face Claim: Noah Centineo
“Well, I for one know everyone's a little different. We all deserve an equal chance.”
Gideon Sullivan grew up in a coastal town with his parents and older sisters, an average life for an average human. As a child, he and his siblings would roam the streets and beaches, and as long as they were home by nightfall they had free reign to do as they pleased. They thought themselves to be regular explorers, the simple roads and shores were like unknown land for them to discover.
There was a house by the beach that they all avoided, and not just them, but the entirety of the town seemed to give it a wide berth. No one knew who lived there, or if anyone did at all, but it gave everyone the creeps. Something about it just felt… off. And of course, when something seems off limits, the children of the town made it a game to see who could get closest, who could touch the door, who could look in the windows. But no one dared to enter.
One day, as the sun was beginning to descend in the sky, Sully and his siblings were hanging out on the beach with some neighborhood kids. And, of course, their fun turned to the classic truth or dare. When it got to Sully, they dared him to not only open the front door of the house, but to go inside. He looked at his siblings, wondering if he should switch to truth, but knew that they would never let him live it down, and turned to walk to the house. He walked up the creaking steps to the door, and it was as if it was waiting for him, because it simply swung open when he tried the handle.
Going inside, the place looked completely abandoned. It was a tiny home, a few doorways leading off to different rooms, but what really interested him was the hundreds of water logged books in the main room. They were scattered around, stacked in piles in a large semi-circle. He crept forward to look at them, entering the circle, not noticing the worn out chalk lines on the floor, and as he did everything stopped. He heard a sound like thunder under water, as of waves were crashing around him, and everything went dark.
When he woke up, he was soaking wet, his sister's shaking him and looking terrified. The house was dark as the sun had set outside, and they had obviously come looking for him. With him awake, they took him home, and they never went near the house again.
His life seemed to resume normalcy after that. It wasn’t until he was in middle school, pulling an all-nighter for a history project, that he realized something might be… off. He went into school that morning, exhausted, and sat down in his first class of the day, only to look at his teacher and see scales. And teeth. He rubbed at his eyes, trying not to stare, but he couldn’t believe his eyes. In the end, he chalked it up to his exhaustion, thinking it was only a hallucination. But then it kept happening. Any time he was tired, any time he stayed up a little too late, he would see things. Monsters. People he had seen for years, strangers, people just passing by. They would all suddenly be different.
This continued through high school, and into college. He even took a minor in mythology to try and make sense of it, and it did help, at least a little. It didn’t exactly give him a reason, but it made it easier to accept. And it gave him direction. Every so often he would hear mention of a place called Wicked’s Rest, and if he was going to find out why he could see the things he could, he figured he might as well start there.
Character Facts:
Personality: Compassionate, enthusiastic, empathetic, paranoid, timid, stubborn, naive, soft, ambitious, selfless
He is the youngest of three, he has two older sisters named Agatha and Magnolia. They are fraternal twins. They love making his life hell.
He has been writing a children's book called "Everybody is Special" over the past year.
He has two cats named Atreyu and Falkor. They are his best friends.
His last relationship ended badly, with his long term partner
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Some Fics I Have Written
I decided that the time has come to have an easier way to find some of my stories. For now, this is it.
Les Miserables Fics
A note: With one single exception, all my Les Miserables stories are modern AUs and require zero knowledge of canon. I've included a few archetype notes below in case you're unfamiliar but intrigued.
ExR
Archetypes: Enjolras is a principled, charismatic leader; Grantaire (R for short) is the doubting lout who loves him.
Drive Me Home (2015, T, 12k)
Grantaire is a driver for hire. Enjolras is not great at taking a hint.
One Word (F/F AU, 2015, E, 10k)
Enjolras gets massages and falls in love with her masseuse.
Island Living and the rest of the Politics! AU (2016 - 2021, E, 75k)
In which I have a lot of feelings about US politics and express them through the ongoing antics of a political speechwriter and the disillusioned server he yells at in the coffeeshop.
Count ’Em (2017, E, 8k)
After being treated shittily by the guy he likes, Enjolras tries to not be shitty to the guy who really likes him.
Educational Videos (2019, E, 24k)
College AU in which Enjolras discovers pornography and finds himself drawn to one particular guy in the videos.
Meanwhile, A Glacier (2021, E, 71k)
The world is melting and everyone is the world's best climber.
E/R/C
Archetype note: Someone has to be the loyal and sensible brains of a group. Enter Combeferre.
Combeferre’s Tattoos (2016, E, 15k), Grantaire’s Tattoos (2018, E, 7k), and Enjolras's Tattoo (2023, E, 12k)
A three-man love story.
Cos/Ep
Archetype notes: Cosette is a cheery adopted orphan who's converted her acres of loss into a readiness to love; Éponine, raised to be a heartless criminal, is pretty sure there's nothing left in her worth loving.
Temporary Hold (2017, E, 22k)
College AU where Cosette decides maybe pretending to date will solve her focus problems. It does!
One (2018, M, 6k)
Cosette is cursed, but it's okay.
All and Everything and Enough (2021, T, 2k)
A small second-person story about how it is nice to belong.
Objectively Delightful (2022, T, 4k)
We're at the combination Climate Crisis and Global Pandemic. There are cabbages.
JVJ/J
L’Homme Armé (2017, M, 13k)
This is my only non-AU Les Miserables fic, and my only story about these fellows. Valjean saves Javert, and now they'll never escape each other. I had fun writing in Hugo's wordy style.
Simon Snow Fics
SnowBaz, etc.
Archetype notes: Simon is a proud and very magical orphan; Baz is a proud and posh vampire. Penny is smart as heck; Agatha is elegant. Because canon continued to develop after the writing of these fics, there are likely major divergences, but I think the stories below are good ones.
Watford without Watford (A Series) (2015, T, 38k)
My first fic, written after Fangirl; the Humdrum takes over Watford, and everyone has to flee!
This is Mr. Pitch (and the rest of the Teachers! works) (2016, E, 104k)
US teacher AU. There's magic and vampires and every teacher archetype, and, eventually, a lot of sex.
Harry Potter Fics
HP, etc.
Not going to bother with archetype notes. The writer of these books is a transphobic jerk; I still like writing about the characters sometimes.
The Proximity Problem (H/D, 2018, E, 21k)
Harry decides to get married to basically whoever shows up. Guess who he picks?
Quick Escapes (H/D, 2018, G, 1k)
A tiny moment in a coffee shop.
The Shipwreck Game (H/D, 2021, T, 4k)
A storytelling story on the beach.
High-Energy Conditions (H/D, 2021, M, 1k)
A tiny bit of sex-pollen dialogue.
Ginny Weasley and the Time Broom (G/P, 2021, E, 5k)
Pro Quidditch player Ginny schools the team's new publicist, Pansy, on the history of the sport. There's some time travel, some sex, and a burning at the stake.
The Minister of Firmaments (Hermione/Pansy, 2022, E, 22k)
Hermione, who is unimaginably important, cheats on Ron with Pansy. A bunch. Everyone likes it.
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Being Rhian And Rafal's Sister or Brother Would Include ( School For Good And Evil )
TW: May Be Mentions of Past! Violence
Fandom: School For Good And Evil
Summary: Y/N ( You / Reader ) is the younger sister / Brother or triplet of Rhian and Rafal, and the rest is history.
Rhian & Rafal ( Female! Reader Sister )
• If you were 1 -3 years younger, you would be more close to Rhian, he would be the brother you would go to first. He understood you the most, where Rafal was... To say more challenging?.
• If you were their triplet sister, then both would be your number one since all three of you were born on the same day.
• Then Rafal would be your partner in crime, whenever you would be vengeful, he would come to your aid.
• Either way Rafal would always tries to challenge you. It wasn't until you three were older, his threats would mean different.
Rhian - Sister Reader
• If Rhian was your favorite brother, then you would grow up to be calm, patient, and warm.
• You were an ever girl to some. Always dress nice, and smell pleasant. You were every female dream and every male desire.
• Then come the time when both Rhian and Rafal were selected to be the school masters of both school.
• You were happy but sad at the same time. You didn't have a chance to see them as often.
• But when both had free time, it wasn't long.
“ You have to understand we are very, very busy”.
“ Not busy enough to see your sister?!”.
“ Yes, Hon. I'm sorry. But in life,, you can't always be underneath us”.
“ F"ck you ”.
“ Ugh”.
• Always at the library, learning new things and getting smarter and smarter.
• Volunteer to work at the school, and become either a dean or Teacher.
• In the end, it was okay... Until.
Rafal - Sister Reader
• Let's see Rafal and your relationship will be different. He is not Rhian, Nor does he want to be.
• The relationship between you and Rafal is... Strained in some way.
• He is all about Revenge, killing, Crime, and just evil.
• but if you needed help in some way. He would be there for you.
• Offer to kill someone? Done, he'll do it without hesitation.
• Hurt someone? Done, he'll do it without hesitation.
• Prank? Done, he'll do it without hesitation.
• You would always braid his hair ( What was left of it anyway )
• He would be uncomfortable with affection, since it's weakness.
• But for you? He'll make it do.
• Always up for dueling with him.
• Somehow you would always win.
• Him hating every bit of it. Even if you rub it in his face.
• And Rafal would always love you... Even if he doesn't show it or just make excuses for it.
Rhian And Rafal ( Male Brother! Reader! )
• Hating them growing up.
• Rhian was okay.
• Rafal was too competitive.
• You were somehow half Good and Evil.
• So you didnt fit in either schools.
• but somehow you ended up in -
• Evil Or Good School ( Your Choice )
• You work at the school with both brothers.
• Somehow feeling left out. But in a way, it was your fault.
• Growing up, you use to always bully and beat up your brothers.
• Especially Rafal.
• Rough playing with them both and always win with any games you offer or they offer.
• Rhian would understand and laugh it off. But Rafal? He would make it a challenge ( in a playful way )
• Students at the school.
“ Professor Mistral? Or L/N how are you this morning?”.
“ I'm doing good, [ Student Name ] thank you for asking ”.
• Loving the school and always trying your best to make sure everything goes well.
• That wasn't until Rafal killed your Brother Rhian that day that change your world for the worst.
• Skeptical of him since then.
• Not really liking him or disliking him after that.
• Your relationship was different after that.
• Rafal was pure evil...and you were not.
• You still had a good side to you.
• On the day of his death. You would always visit his grave.
• Welcoming Agatha and Sophie inside the school.
• it wasn't until you saw how your brother change after Sophie.
• Your view changed
• But then the Storian spoke.
• And you knew it was all over.
• You had no choice but to help defend the school.
• It was in your nature.
• It all worked out in the end.
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Any other ideas anyone wants to see with Rafal or Rhian?
Just tell me and I'll be happy to write it for you.
Thank you for reading!
Mwah!
- Aaliyah / Harmony
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l'inetto (overthinking)
<<I noticed something in these miserable years of my life, especially in high school. But in order to better explain my example to you, I need you to consider Pascoli's philosophy on the Fanciullino. Unfortunately I am not as inept as Zeno Cosini, I miss that conceit, that arrogance that despite his inferiority to society because of his anti-social behavior, he manages to feel superior through his culture. Unfortunately, I am not Pirandello's victor who through panism and madness succeeds in detaching himself from society by having his true self merge with nature thus annihilating his social self. I still can't be that crazy man I want to be. To be able to name that Divine Indifference of which Montale spoke in his poems. Not the vanquished Pirandello who, through humor or intelligence, managed to make his way in society, as he did in Patente or Uno, Nessuno e Centomila.
I can’t see two magnets moving away from each other without touching each other and not being amazed by an invisible energy moving objects as we often see on TV, seeing a chemical reaction, even the most banal, even seeing a flame changing color according to the metal burning, I can’t help but be amazed.
It doesn't matter how many times I see the house of Pirandello, the causes, it doesn't matter how many times I see the theatre of Regina Margherita di Girgenti, I can't help but feel an inconceivable enthusiasm.
That's because I'm like a child discovering for the first time what life means.
Enter a bookstore and see the works of Agatha Cristie, Montale, Ovidio, Machiavelli, Parini, Cassandra Clare, and get excited as if it were the first time I saw them. Looking at the sea with an unthinkable sense of nostalgia, as if I hadn't seen it for years and that was my last day. I can't help but get excited about the things I love, with that hint of euphoria and ecstasy, which make me so happy. I feel like a child who discovers again and again and again the world also and revisits the same things over and over again. For me, reading, observing, studying is a reason for happiness. How do I hide such emotions? I can’t for sure, Freud said that the I am not is not a landlord of its own but must rely on uncertain news from someone or something it doesn’t know. We don't control our emotions and our thoughts. And I'm happy with very little. But the truth is that none of this exists and never can exist. As soon as I look around, at the height of my amazement and enthusiasm, I can't help but see the eyes of my teachers and students, my friends and family, staring at me with that emotion-eating gaze. To meet those stares stunned by my happiness and joy, which they call madness and madness. To hear their accusing voices of my exaggerations, of my senseless scenes only for the pleasure of a teacher, when he too tends to look at me with the same gaze that she looks at me - I shift my gaze to the professor of history -, her cold and accusatory gaze. I cannot help but feel uneasy until anguish takes the place of my happiness and anxiety of joy. My ears, which only wanted to hear the waves of the sea collide against the rocks and the beaches, the tracks tremble when the train arrives, must now try not to listen to those inner voices which cannot be silent and utter a beautiful word.
And every time they are tempted to fall into a certain melancholy, thinking how wrong I was to accept the proposal to leave my comfort zones, the walls of that dusty library, the beloved solitude. My happiness is annoying, it's disgusting, it's annoying. They still look at me like I'm crazy. I would love to continue to be, I would like to let them think that, because I'm proud of it, I would like to be the victor who comes out of society like a madman and is free to see the world through the eyes of a child without ever having to worry about the world around him. I would like to be happy without my anxiety or those looks, killing me. I am inept because I do not conform to society because my happiness is different from that of others, my happiness is somehow wrong, although it is not my fault. >>
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