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ninzied · 6 months

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his hands are in my hair, his

in which henry’s hand in his hair just does things to him, okay?

He’s not the big spoon all the time.

When they’re pressed for space (the limo in Berlin, for example), he somehow ends up with his head tucked into Henry’s shoulder—blissed out, fuckstruck, arm draped over Henry’s torso, Henry’s fingers in his hair.

Or when Alex falls asleep in other places Henry would call inopportune (listen—the Met Gala ran late and it’s a long train ride back to their brownstone), it’s always to Henry’s body wrapped warmly around his, the soothing feel of Henry’s fingers lightly dragging through his curls, against his scalp down to his nape, and…mmm…Alex can’t help but nod right off.

All right, so, maybe he’s starting to see a pattern form here.

Henry has a thing for his hair. Alex knows it. Alex likes it. (More than likes it—can be very vocal about it in fact—and it’s not not partly because of the way Henry flushes pretty pink when they’re dancing in front of a statue of Venus and Alex makes how much he enjoys it known directly into Henry’s ear.)

Alex is also learning that under the right circumstances, he likes it to the point where his brain short-circuits by shutting off altogether—which, whether it happens while they’re at June and Nora’s or on the couch in their own home, so entirely not his own doing.

Alex can’t help if his boyfriend’s obsessed with touching his hair.

Anyway, case in point: tonight they’re sprawled out on said couch, Alex with a textbook, Henry with David curled up on his other side, the two of them engrossed in their third episode of Bake Off. Alex is so content that he feels warm with it, even halfway to drowsy, even though he still has another chapter or four to get through before bed.

It’s a valiant effort, staying awake, considering Henry’s wound his hand through Alex’s hair yet again, his elbow resting on Alex’s shoulder, and he smells like home when Alex buries his face into his chest, just breathing him in, breathing in this, and—wait. Wait a minute.

Alex leans back, though not far enough to pull Henry’s hand away from his hair. Not that, never that. “How dare you try to lull me to sleep with your hand in my hair right in the middle of biscuit week?” he demands, suitably indignant for someone who’s just yawned so loudly that even David looked reproachful.

Henry levels him with a bemused expression. “Darling,” he says, like Alex is being a little bit slow. “You’re the one who put my hand there.”

“What?”

“You put my hand there,” Henry repeats. The corner of his mouth twitches up in the slightest hint of a smirk, which Alex resolves to do something about momentarily. “You literally reached over about five minutes ago, wormed your way beneath my arm and then bodily forced my hand in your hair.” Almost a full-blown smirk now, and yep, Alex is definitely going to kiss it right off his face in a second. “Wouldn’t be the first time, either, in case you happened to wonder.”

Lies, Alex thinks.

“Lies,” Alex tells him. “That is not a thing.” At Henry’s look, which is altogether too smug for his liking (another lie, thinks Alex again, he actually likes it a hell of a lot), he leans back in, pressing his nose against Henry’s jawline. “But I do like it when you talk dirty to me.”

Henry’s breath gives the tiniest hitch, fingers tightening almost reflexively in Alex’s hair. It sends a full-body shudder down his spine, driving all rational thought from his mind as he presses even closer, and, well—even if it is a thing that he does (it isn’t (oh, it so, so is)), Alex can hardly be held accountable when this is the state it leaves him in, can he?

also on ao3 because why not.

#rwrb #firstprince #firstprince fic #rwrbedit #rwrbsource #i wrote a little instead of giffing today and it was nice #probs going to write a morning sex followup feat. alex's hands in henry's hair this time #henry's hair deserves some lovin' too #(the venus that's at the met btw)#(just realized the gif makes it confusing)#red white and royal blue

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redskull199987 · 10 months

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New Ache

Sodo x fem!reader Part III (new Ghoul/replacement for Aether) Word Count:2k Warnings:backache?(the title is leading, i know), lots of teasing Summary:The Reader takes the place of Phantom in this, replacing Aether and playing the Rhythm Guitar. She was working at the ministry before and was always close to the Ghouls, especially Sodo. Now Papa decided that it was finally her time to shine… tagged: @peachimano (you asked for a next part, so i thought i´d tag you, but tell me if you wanna be removed) Part I, Part II, Part III(You are here) Masterlist

You watched in amusement how Sodo tried to ignore the fierce questions of his fellow Ghouls, while you waited for the bus to start. You would be making your way to Berlin tonight, in order to perform the first ritual of this tour in Germany.

“Come on, just admit it!”, you heard Rain giggling, as he nudged Sodo`s shoulder,”You love her.” Rain nodded his head into your direction, causing you to smile. Before Sodo could say anything in return, you got up from your place in front of him and sat down between the fire Goul and Rain. Both of them looked at you perplexed, as you laid an arm each around their shoulders, pulling them closer. “Be nice to each other, will you?”, You smiled politely, probably a bit too politely, making it obvious that their conversation about Sodo`s and your relationship ended here.

“Why are you guys still up?”, Cirrus mumbled, as she suddenly entered the common area at the end of the bus, where Rain, Sodo, Swiss and you were currently sitting. The others had already departed to their bunks a while ago, trying to catch a little bit of sleep, before the annoying rattling of the bus would keep them awake, while you were on the road.

“Just talking a bit”, Swiss snickered, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Cirrus only sighed at his answer.”You guys should get some sleep, we have a ritual tomorrow!” “She is not wrong.”, Sodo intervened. He slowly got up, grabbing your hand in the process,”Come on, let's go to sleep.”

You said goodnight to Rain and Swiss, as the two of them decided to stay up a bit more, before following Cirrus upstairs, to the bunks. Fortunately, Sodo`s and your bunk were at the end of the row, away from the few already snoring Ghouls and Ghoulettes. Cirrus mumbled a sleepy goodnight, as she got in her bunk across from Cumulus. You and Sodo quietly made your way to the last two beds that were across from each other.

“Careful”, you murmured, as Sodo almost tripped over his own feet, trying to get out of his T-Shirt. “I'm fine”, he mumbled reassuringly, as he had finally changed into his night attire that was lying under his pillow just a few minutes prior. You quickly tried to change as fast as him, but also tripped, as you tried to get out of your T-Shirt. Luckily, Sodo was there to catch you. His hands wrapped around your waist, as you stumbled into his chest, the narrow space of the bus, not making anything easier. “Got you.”, the fire ghoul whispered in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. “Thanks”, you mumbled, trying to step out of his grasp, but you felt Sodo´s slender fingers tighten around your waist. Your breath hitched, as you felt his lips on neck, leaving gentle kisses behind. His hands slowly made their way upwards, as he pulled you closer to his bunk. “Why don't you sleep in my bed tonight?”, he breathed against your neck, making your hairs stand up straight. “It's way too narrow”, you whined, finally escaping his grasp and turning around to look at the Ghoul. “We'll make it fit.”, he grinned, grabbing your hands,”Come on, do it for me.”

You were about to deny his request once more, as you felt the bus roaring alive and only a few seconds later, it slowly started driving.

You were once more thrown into the arms of your beloved, as he caught you from tripping over, as the Bus started. “I think that was a sign”, Sodo grinned looking down at you. His glowing eyes inspected your face carefully. You only groaned in annoyance, slightly hitting his chest:”Fine, but if you wake up with a backache, then don't complain, alright?” “I won´t.I promise”, he laughed, before ushering you to lay down. As you sprawled out on the bed, it quickly became clear that two people would never fit next to each other. So, Sodo did the only logical thing to him, before you could stop him.

He slumped down on top of you.

You groaned slightly at his weight, but as he adjusted himself, slotting his legs between yours and resting his head in the crook of your neck, it quickly became more comfortable.

“Dear satan, how does Mountain fit in these.”, you muttered under your breath, as you reached for the blanket, in order to cover the two of you. Sodo only chuckled at your comment.

“Good night, my love”, he finally mumbled into your skin, his breath tickling your neck. You snuggled closer to him, your arms wrapping around his torso:”Sleep well, my firefly.” You felt Sodo smile, as he heard the nickname that you used for him. And soon after, you felt his breath become steadier, his arms falling loosely around you. It didn't take you long to fall into a peaceful slumber too, as you were accompanied by the soft rhythm of Sodo´s heartbeat.

Against all you exceptions, you were the one who had a backache send from hell on the following day. How good that you didn't have a long and exhausting day in front of you. Oh wait, that was exactly the case. So, not long before the ritual began, you were huddled up next to Sodo on a sofa in the backstage area, while everyone was preparing for the ritual. “Does it still hurt?”, you heard Sodo whispering into your ear, as he gently brushed your hair aside. “It's alright now.”, you hummed truthfully, looking up at the fire ghoul. He granted you a soft smile. Something that was reserved for you and only you. You smiled back at him with delight and leaned up to kiss his temple, before you were interrupted by one of your fellow Ghoul´s.

“Come on, Lovebirds. It's time to get ready”

You turned around, as you heard Mountain's deep voice behind you. Sodo only groaned and slowly got to his feet:”Don´t worry big guy, we got it covered.” The smaller Ghoul looked back down at you and held out his hand to you. You looked back and forth between Mountain and Sodo for a second, before finally grabbing Sodo´s hand. He pulled you up with ease.

“See you in a bit.”, you smiled at Mountain before heading towards your dressing rooms.

It didn't take long before Sodo and you reunited in the hallway, both of you now in your full stage gear, your faces hidden and a human form taken. “Ready?”, you asked Sodo before you made your way to get your instruments and step out onto the stage. “Oh, I´m always ready, my love.”, he grinned, the motion barely visible under his balaclava. He quickly took your hand, before sprinting into the direction of the stage, with you in tow.

It didn't take you long to get into the mood to tease around with Sodo again and before you knew it, the Ghoul was on his knees in front of you, strumming on his guitar with everything he had in him. You heard the yells and screams of the fans, but your eyes were fixed on Sodo´s face. You could make out that stupid grin he wore under his mask. It made you weak in the knees, so you did what came to your mind first. You joined Sodo on the floor.

Before the fire Ghoul knew what was happening, you were kneeling in front of him, your guitars almost touching. You grinned back at Sodo, before getting up again after a minute or so, as you felt your lower back starting to ache again. The next time Sodo asked, if you could sleep together in the bus, you really had to say no or you wouldn't survive this tour.

You only grinned, as you slowly walked to the other side of the stage. Sodo reached his hand out to you, but you only blew him a kiss. He jumped up a little, pretending to catch it. He looked at you satisfied, before turning back around, already on his way to annoy Rain. The poor water Ghoul didn't get a single break so far.

As you crossed Swiss´ little podest, you quickly waved at the multi-Ghoul. He gave you a heartwarming grin and excitedly waved back at you. You couldn't help but laugh at his goofiness, before you turned back around, looking at the crowd. A few people right in front of you were waving right at you, as if they wanted to tell you something. You gave them a curious look and pointed a finger at your chest, as if to ask if they meant you. The fans nodded vigorously, so you stepped closer, careful not to fall over the edge. You leaned forward and finally saw what they were fiddling with. It was a pride flag.

You quickly pointed at the flag and then at yourself, asking if they wanted you to take it. A choir of “yes” flew back at you, so with a smile you leaned forward even more, trying to grab the flag, which you now saw was a trans-flag.

If it wasn't for the security guard, who caught the flag, it would´ve fallen to the ground. But he quickly grabbed it and handed it to you. You thanked him with a small nod, before stepping back onto the stage again.

Luckily, you still had a few more minutes before the next song would start, so as Papa was showing off his German skills on the other side of the stage, you proudly lifted up the flag with a huge grin forming under your mask.

You heard the happy screams of the fans who handed it to you, as you waved at them. But unfortunately, you knew that you couldn't keep holding it up, for the rest of the ritual. You needed both your hands to play.

After a few moments of considering, you realized that Papa had almost finished his little speech and was about to announce the next track. so, without further ado, you turned on your heel and walked over to Swiss. His head turned towards you, as he saw you approaching. He quickly realized what you wanted to do, so as you held the flag up to him in an asking manor, he nodded happily and immediately reached out for the flag. You stood on your toes, so that he could reach it and as he caught it, he lifted it into the air, just like you had done it only minutes prior. You laughed at the happy Ghoul and waved at him a last time before turning back around, as the next song started.

As you almost ran into cirrus, you knew it was time for mummy dust. The Ghoulette grabbed your shoulders gently to stop you from running into her. A grin laced her lips, as you could hear her mouth the word,”Careful!”, into your ear. You only nodded back at her before she made her way to the middle of the stage.

It didn't take long before you were joined by Rain and Sodo. The three of you were keeping a low profile while Cirrus performed on the keytar. Everytime you heard her play it, you were amazed by her. The Ghoulette was very talented and you hoped to be as experienced as her one day.

As your gaze was longing on Cirrus, you felt someone bump your side. you quickly looked up and saw that it was Sodo who had nudged you. As soon as he caught your attention, he leaned closer to your ear. “You´re almost making me jealous, when you stare at her like that, my love”, he mumbled. You felt your cheeks redden, thankful for the mask that hid it. You didn't even have time to reply, as he was already waltzing off again. Your gaze was longing on the fire Ghoul and it stayed on him until the song ended.

The teasing would never come to an end, you thought to yourself. But after all, you didn't even want that. That was the exact reason why you loved this band so much, and you hoped that it would stay like that for the rest of the tour.

Minus the backache maybe.

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sere-rine · 1 year

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~My Magnet~

Atomic Blonde Fan-fiction Imagine. (Lorraine Broughton x Fem Reader.) Summary: Lorraine came back to Y/n after leaving her suddenly to do some work in Berlin. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Possessiveness..

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“Let’s head home.” Agent Kurzfield say to Lorraine once she takes her seat on the plane.

“Yes, home.” She said and flashes of her and Y/n suddenly flooded her mind. Their memories together, all the nights you are tangled together under her blanket and the way she would snaked her arms around your waist every time she gets a chance.

Lorraine is an MI6 agent so love is not something she expects her life to have. But with Y/n, she just can’t help but be protective over the woman. She wants to spend all her free time with you and tell you how special you are to her.

But now, she don’t know how to face you since she left you with nothing after an intimate night. She can’t help but be hopeful that in those almost three weeks she’s away, you would forgive her, well if you can’t, she’s going to give it her all to make you accept her in your life again.

“So what are you going to do once we’re home?” The agent ask Lorraine and she sighed.

“A lot.”

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Lorraine is now at her place and she found it clean, not even a dust. You are not in her bed nor in any corner of the room. She slumped at the couch and is convince that you are certainly not happy when she left. On the top of the storage of shoes beside her front door she found a set of key in a keychain. She heave a sigh and went to her closet. It’s your keys that she gave you, so you can just enter the flat whenever you want.

She’s rummaging through her closet trying to find a clothes that is yours. She found one. A long sleeve dress that is black and white stripes. (The one on the GIF)

She takes a sip of alcohol and pulled the telephone to her. She punched your number and waited for your answer.

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“Y/n, a call for you!” Your friend shouted from your bedroom. You looked up and head upstairs to answer it.

“Get out now will you? You need to give that clothes back Serena, i’m not kidding!” You said after putting the telephone on your ear, and your friend just laughed and yelled ‘Right, right!’

“Hello?” You said after your friend closed the door. You didn’t hear anyone on the other side so you asked again.

“Uhm, Hello? Who is this?” After that you waited for a second and looked at the telephone. Maybe Serena was just pranking you so you decided to drop the call. You are about to, but you heard a someone talked.

“I missed your voice.” Your breath hitched. You always thought that she just used you since you just met in a club. Have one intimate night and never thought that it’ll continue. You practically lived with her for a week and then for almost three weeks ago she left you with not a note nor anything. You waited for her that day but she never showed up. Every once a week you’ll come back to check on her, thinking she’s already home but she is not. You cleaned her condo and left the keys not wanting to come back again after three times.

And now she’s back but you don’t know what to feel. “Lorraine?” you asked even though you already know. That deep voice? You will never forget it, for it always bring goosebumps into your body.

“Yes baby, it’s me.” She said and out of panic you drop the call. You bring the phone back to it’s place on the wall and looked at it. You waited for it to ring again. If it’s really Lorraine, she will call again. Seconds past and it didn’t so you release the breath that you unconsciously holds and sits at the edge of the bed.

You flinched when the telephone rings and you run into it. You hold it first but you decided to answer it. “Hello?” You asked.

“It’s me, please don’t drop the call anymore babe.” She said and you can’t help but scoff at her.

“God, where have you been? You left me and then you’re just gonna talked to me on the phone and say ‘I missed your voice?’ huh?” You said with building anger on you, and a mocking voice.

“Well it’s true. It’s true and i’m so sorry.” She said in a soft voice that you can’t help but melt at her apology. But you shrugged your thoughts. You are supposed to be mad at her. “I went to work. They needed me.” You rolled your eyes at her even though you know she can’t see it.

“Whatever, why did you call? What do you need?” You spat at the phone. You're not fuming anymore because now you know that she's safe. Your worries dissipates and relaxed feelings overcame you. But you know it’s just for now. You don’t know how you will react when you actually sees her, but that thought will be for next time.

"I need you." She told you and you just laughed.

"Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine. You don't need me. You want me." She paused for a second but continued.

"Wanting you is shallow, but needing you is something that I don't want to but I. can't. help." You pursed your lips and ended the call. You can't fall for that. She left you like that once, most likely, she'll do it again. You left your room even though you can hear the phone rings.

Serena entered your room without you noticing because she likes your mirror more than on her room. You continue to prepare the ingredients you need for your dinner. Serena caught your attention after she's finished "Y/n, are you going to go out later?” She asked you out of the blue.

“Nope, I’m staying in.” You said to her without even looking at her. She swiped her keys from the counter and hung her jacket onto her one arm.

"Ok, then I have a parcel that's going to arrive so, will you wait for it?" She asked and you just nodded at her.

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Hours passed and it's already dinner. You expect for Serena to join you so you prepared dinner for two. Exactly after you placed the last fork, someone rings the doorbell and you looked at the door out of instinct. Serena should just enter because you saw her get her keys.

You walked your way to the front door and you peeked at the peephole and saw a blonde woman who surely knows how to surprise you every fucking time.

You sighed and proceeded to open the door while your eye is rolling. "What are you doing here Lorraine?" You said in a monotone voice with a hint of irritation.

"Dinner." She said after she puts her shades out of her eyes and there you saw and remembered the feeling of her looking at you. The way she sent chills all over your body whenever her blue orbs were pierced at yours is something that you really missed no matter how hard you deny it.

"Sorry I prepared only for two people steak dish."

"Good, Serena told me your address." She uttered and I heave a sigh again. Of course it's her. She set you up and you shouldn't be surprised anymore.

"Yes, right, so you've talked to her?" You asked after stepping aside to let her in for you don't have any choice now. After a week of being with her, you knew already that she'll insist her way when it comes to you.

“Yeah, on the phone earlier she answered it. She sounds nice.” She muttered lowly but enough for you to hear. She’s busy scanning the whole room and you guide her into the bar place where you prepared the dinner and waited for her to sit down while you’re already sat.

“Well I guess let’s eat.” You said after she sat down. The whole time you and her didn’t speak but you can feel and see in her peripheral vision that she keeps glancing towards you or the room. For you it’s awkward but for her you don’t know, being quiet is one of her specialty. Well that silence between the two of you was broken by her after dinner while you’re busy washing the dishes. She’s facing you and leaning the counter while you’re back is on her. You can smell the smoke that she’s puffing and you can’t help but feel the nostalgic feeling of being with her on that short amount of time. This feels like the same but you know it’s not.

“So Serena, she’s your friend huh?” She asked and you just answered her with a ‘hmm’. “Just your friend?” She continued and that’s when she got your attention. You turned off the faucet, dropped the spoons that you’re currently washing,wiped your hands and faced her.

“Yes, and so what if she’s more than just a friend?” You questioned her.

“Nothing, it’s just, I hope you know you’re mine.” Your eyes widen at her sudden possessiveness over you and that made you laugh sarcastically.

“Wow, you came here to say that?” You fixed your posture and because she’s leaning on her back, your height are just the same. “After you left without even a notice, nor note?”

“It’s because of my job.” She casually said and it makes you mad now.

“I don’t even know your job. Haha, it’s so funny how much is your effect on me and all I know is the shallow things about you.” You said and puts your hand into your head.

“You does the same to me.” You looked up at her and her gaze is as piercing as ever.

“You know what I think? I think i’m just the woman who caught your fucking attention on that fucking bar, i’m just someone you found lovely because I submit to you better than anyone you had ever met and i’m just the woman who you think you can fucking use and fucking leave whenever you want to.”

“Don’t put words into my mouth. I have been through a lot just to see you again.” You seemed so high that you can’t even hear and comprehend what she’s saying. At the moment your vision is dark and all you want is to burst.

“If I let you in, into my life again and the heaven above knew how much I want to do that, who knows what more you can do? Who knows how much pain you can inflict to someone like me?” She was about to say something since she puts out her cigarette and also straightened her posture and now she’s looking down on you, but you ignored all of that and continue your outburst.

“I have been used physically and emotionally more than I have eaten and add this too much pain and too much torture. I am so fucking tired of my life. So don’t you ever say I’m yours if you don’t plan on keeping me.” You spat, you didn’t notice how your hands are on your head scratching you scalp and your breaths are now fast and deep. That’s where she stepped towards you and hold your wrists in between her and you.

Your having a panic attack and she doesn’t know what to do. Your thoughts are spiraling and she can’t think of a better way to calm you down other than to crashed her lips into yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden contact, your heartbeat seems to relax now that you’re back into your senses. “Fuck you.” You whispered at her.

“No, fuck you!” She hissed that left your mouth wide open.

“Fuck you for thinking i’m only using you. You can’t stay into my condo for a week when i’m only using you.” You are speechless at her words and she’s not yet finish.

“I have this dangerous job and I can’t guarantee my safety, but i’ll guarantee yours. I will sacrifice the whole fucking world for you and I felt that with just a week with you. What more when I spend the rest of my days with you?” You are about to say something but she puts her index finger into your lips to shut you up.

“Shh, and for your fucking information, I don’t just plan on keeping you because Y/n fucking L/n, you are in my fucking dreams. How the hell can you do that? So don’t you ever doubt me.”

“I can’t help but doubt you Lorraine and you can’t blame me. One day you just pop out of nowhere, bought me a drink, fuck me, spend a week with me and then left me. That’s not so assuring. In just a short moment, you managed to squirm your way into one of the unforgettable person in my life that I don’t wanna lose.” You spoke lowly, clearly tired.

“I am in the middle of my work and all I can think about is you. Like you said, in just a short moment you managed to become my magnet. My job is so fucking vicious and time demanding. I may not came back for days, weeks, months, or years, but know that i’ll always come back to you. I want you to be the one waiting for me when I get home because you are better than most rewards and salaries I can get.”

You looked into her eyes to see any hint of falseness but no, she is so genuine that is overwhelming for you. You have never been looked at the way she’s gazing into your eyes. You can’t help it but close the small distance you two have.

Your kiss is slow and passionate. You pour into this kiss all the feelings that you can’t voice out at her. Her one hand is gripping your waist, and the other one tapped your thigh. You jumped and wrapped your legs around her waist and she placed you into the kitchen counter. You made out like some horny teenagers now that both of your kisses are fiery and hungry.

You pulled away after seems like forever and she used this opportunity not to stop but continue to ravish you down into your neck. You can’t help but moan at the feeling of her hands under you shirt, one groping your left breast and one caressing your right outer thigh. She bit and suck you all over your necks. You’re sure you’ll leave this kitchen counter with a lot of marks by her.

“Lorraine, t-the d-dishes, ahh, hmm, I- i need to finish-” You didn’t get a chance to end your sentence because of her lips came back into your mouth.

“That dishes ain’t gonna run baby girl. And yes don’t worry, you’ll finish before this day ends.” She said and hungrily dive down into your neck again. She lift you off the counter and made her way into your bedroom, while you’re busy quietly gasping and moaning her name. Her blonde hair is now a mess because of your hold into it but she doesn’t care, neither of you did.

“Serena... Serena might b-be home any minute.” You said after she lays you in bed. She’s now sitting on your stomach and she removed her shirt. You can see her almost naked top part of her body. She’s is still with her brassiere and you are already drooling over her. The way your eyes scan her body, builds ego inside of her.

“Oh don’t worry, she’s safe on her friends’ house. No one is gonna disturb us tonight. I’m all yours, and you. Are. All. Mine.” You take a gulp and brace your self, for this is gonna be a long night.

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#charlize theron #charlize #atomicblonde #atomic blonde #lorraine #lorraine broughton #middle aged actresses #fanfiction #lgbtq #gxglesbianlgbt #gxg #gxg imagine #imagine

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bighermie · 18 days

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Senior NPR Editor Admits RussiaGate Was a ‘Swing and a Miss’, Expresses Regret over Hitching Wagon to Schiff https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2024/04/09/senior-npr-editor-admits-russiagate-swing-miss-expresses-regret-over-hitching-wagon-schiff/

Sure, after the damage is done. Total asswipe.

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rhapsodynew · 12 days

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1967: Nick Mason, Richard Wright, Syd Barrett and Roger Waters in London. (Rex Features)

Photos of the band members from 1967. (Features of Dezo Hoffman/Rex)

May 30, 2011: Roger Waters performs in Paris in honor of the 30th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. (Getty Images)

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Roger Waters' father was a staunch pacifist and, at the height of the fighting, led an alternative service — driving an ambulance. But one day his father's views changed dramatically, and he went to the front, where he died in 1943, during the offensive of British troops in Italy. That is why the theme of war and parents with children occupies one of the main places in Roger Waters' songs.

Roger was extremely indignant when, after his departure from the band in 1985, the remaining members did not run away at all, but continued to perform as Pink Floyd. Waters tried hard to sue them for the name, but it took him so much time and money that he gave up as a result. A peace agreement was signed, according to which Pink Floyd continues to work under their own name, and Waters can travel the world with a large inflatable pig (no joke, this was an important point of the agreement) and everything that is somehow connected with the album The Wall.

The overly sexy cover of Waters' first solo album, The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking, caused a lot of gossip and protests, especially in the feminist community. The model for the picture was the soft porn actress Linzi Drew. On many reissues of the record, her ass was covered with a black die. The fans liked the disc, but the critics had a bad luck. Rolling Stone magazine, out of habit, showed off by slapping Waters' solo album with a stake and calling him a "bottom."

July 2, 2005: Dave Gilmour, Roger Waters, Nick Mason and Rick Wright on stage in Hyde Park, London. (Rex Features / Brian Rasik)

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endlich-allein · 10 months

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Berlin, 15-07-2023 : Happy to have seen Rammstein in Berlin for the first time. I wasn't very well placed but at least I got to enjoy this magnificent and historic stadium. It's quite something to see Rammstein at home ! Despite the circumstances. The show went off without a hitch, and it seemed to me that everyone had a good time. And everyone seemed relieved, even Till who made a slight lyrical change during Angst "alle haben angst vorm Lindemann". It was extremely hot but finally the rain came during Engel, creating four rays of glitter around the b-stage✨ From where I was, I didn't see all the boys' interactions, I just know that Till didn't really appreciate the rain and didn't wait for Richard, so he got off his boat by himself, his arms full of inflatable sharks 😅 I can't wait to see them again for their second show, this time from the pit !

Photos by @ andreaskah996

#rammstein #berlin 15.07.23 #till lindemann #flake lorenz #paul landers #christoph schneider #richard kruspe #oliver riedel #rammstein 2023 #europe stadium tour 2023

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aita-blorbos · 5 months

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AITA for abandoning my sister in Berlin or something?

Some backstory: I (F, marriageable age) and my sisters (also F, marriageable age) have a little bit of a rivalry with another family, all of us are trying to get husbands but it just hasn't been working out. There's only like 4 eligible men so it's been difficult, especially since our attempts to "ice those bitches" (as my dear sister would have said) failed.

Long story short, a lot of us ended up dead and I got hitched with one of the rival girls (let's call her J) and we mayyyy have become serial killers but you didn't hear that from me ;) My beautiful wife and I decided to bring my sister along on one of our truly timeless (heh) adventures and she kind of accidently started WW2. Obviously J and I didn't want to stick around for that but we also didn't want her following us around and making even more problems. So, AITA for leaving my sister behind?

(OOC y'all i fuckifg forgot which sister did which thing h elp)

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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I’m sorry but ever since the premiere/white pants all I can think of is Chris getting absolutely RUINED by Sebastian. Do you have any more ideas?

Premiere and more premiere then, why yes, the inspiring... pants. Definitely just his pants. And, okay, fine, here's the Berlin premiere pants too, just for, uh, fun.

I mean that is very fair that that's all you've been able to think about... what else is supposed to be going on in your head? It's all Chris Evans all the time for me, babyy

As far as my own ideas though, really all I can fucking think about lately as far as Chris getting ruined by Sebastian just keeps going back to Chris getting rimmed 🥴

Honestly, its most likely y all I can think about as a result of Minnie's most recent fic

"Moment's Silence" by @musette22 (rated E. - 3.2k - one shot)

Either way, y-e-s, Chris 👏 getting 👏 fucking 👏 rimmed 👏

I imagine that it wouldn't start out as what they're planning for the evening, if this is unfolding after all the energy draining press and travel, but it gets going in that direction when inspiration strikes Sebastian as he's laying back on their bed. Prone and naked with the sheets cool under his rapidly heating body, his hands fisted in those very same sheets as he stares down at Chris. Chris is between his spread thighs, kneeling with his heels under his ass and his cock in one hand meanwhile the other hand idly slides up and down his own leg or swipes at the sensitive points of his nipples, making himself gasp, his abs clenching, thighs tensing, working where he's holding himself up.

They're in no hurry.

The lube is sitting, waiting diligently, by one of Sebastian's knees but it's not been touched yet beyond being broken out of the nightstand drawer. Sebastian knows Chris intends to use it. Use it to slick himself up (rather than just using pre-cum like he is now, breath hitching and catching, feeling good). Use it to wet his fingers and wet Sebastian's hole and slide into him, real slllllow, making Seb feel every inch of that fucking cock.

But for now, Chris is working himself slowly, patiently, as he looks over Sebastian like he's nothing but a piece of meat. Spread out before him, just waiting, like a good boy, for him to decide how best to tear into him and make a feast of him. What position does he want? How hard does it want to start? Does he wanna get him to cum right away, then keep going until he hits it again, crying, or does he wanna drag it out until Seb is crying and begging to be allowed to finally cum?

Decisions, decisions.

This was supposed to be Chris' treat, get through the press and have Sebastian's body. Whatever he wanted to do with it. It’s his. Take it. Take him.

But...

Lifting his head just a little ways off the mattress, giving himself a crick in his neck and not giving a fuck because of the mouth-watering sight of Chris fisting himself: big, thick fingers wrapped loosely around his hard, thick shaft, playing with the slit of his cock every now and again, thumbing the throbbing veins wonderfully spread over his dick to make himself groan, blurting out more shiny wetness, occasionally reaching down to squeeze his balls... yeah, fucking fisting himself and Sebastian can do nothing to stop the words from coming out of his mouth, "wait! Wait, Chris-"

And Chris instantly lifts his head from where his eyes had been burning holes into his bare body, eyes caught somewhere between his hips or thighs or... yeah. Down there. Staring at him down there so intensely that he felt it like a brand, his eyes hot and sizzling on Sebastian's skin. Chris also takes his hand off his dick without even thinking about it although it must feel like a tragedy with the way his heavy dick twitches and leaks a little more, unhappy without his attention. "What it is, baby?" Chris asks softly, concerned, that nitch appearing between his eyebrows. His large hand pets up Sebastian's shin and knee to his thigh, soothing.

"N-nothing," Sebastian squirms under his gaze, his own plan suddenly vividly coming into his mind's eye. The image of Chris, Chris letting him-

Fuck.

Can- can he really ask for that?

Oh, God, Seb chokes down a whine, he didn't think this through.

Sebastian squirms more, breaking their eye contact much to Chris' disapproval, shown in how he murmurs, "nah-" and knee-walks closer, getting higher between Seb's spread legs, so much closer to him that Sebastian has to spread his legs even wider to accommodate the large man "-don't do that, baby," he scolds half-heartedly, clicking his tongue then grabbing Seb's chin. Forcing their eyes together despite Seb's embarrassment. "Whaddya want, sweetheart?" He asks, voice low and full of gravel, "name it and it's done. You wanna stop? Slow down? 'S okay, I don't gotta have you tonight. Whatever you need, I promise."

"No, no, not that-" Sebastian disagrees vehemently, eyes helplessly flicking down between their bodies to gaze at Chris' hard, thick cock where it sits against Chris' body. Up between the perfect cut of his v-line. God. Not to be dramatic, but Sebastian might die if he doesn't get that inside him at some point tonight after being starved of it for so long, their work schedules not aligning. Unfair. His own fucking career cock blocking him. Grinding up against air instead of Chris' great fucking dick, the bastard dodges him expertly as he moves, teasing him, Sebastian is reminded of how badly he wants to lick him all over. All that pale, freckled, and inked skin: his chest, his is abs, his v-line, his dick, his... yeah.

Oh, yeah. Right.

Sebastian licks his lips to trap a little, high sound inside him. He doesn't want it to escape when his face is already burning so much with embarrassment.

Chris simply clears his throat.

Christ, the power Chris has over him- Sebastian flicks his eyes back up instantaneously, cheeks pink and getting pinker with the hungry amusement spread across Chris' handsome face.

"What? What is it?" He asks again, leaning down to cage Sebastian in.

Just them.

Just Chris looming over Seb, caging him against their bed. His heavy weight hot and arousing and safe over top of him.

Chris leans closer.

Now they're just a hair's breadth apart.

Closer.

Their lips brush.

Sebastian gasps, electricified. Nothing else fucking matters. Just this. Just them. Chris on top of him, staring at him like he's ready to devour him the moment Seb gives him permission and lets him off leash. Not yet though. Instead, Seb shamelessly angles for a kiss with his chin, otherwise completely immobile under him.

Chris meets him half-way. Crushing their mouths together hotly.

Sebastian stumbles, "I- I don't want you to fuck me yet... w-wanna lick you. Can I lick you?" hot against his slick lips where they're breathing in each other's hot, humid air. Heads spinning. Clutching on to one another for a semblance of stability, trying not to yet lose themselves to their lust entirely.

"God," Chris groans, resting his forehead against Sebastian's like the admittance has taken something out of him. A gut punch of arousal. Fueling his fire. "You wanna blow me, huh?" He rumbles, lips brushing Sebastian's flushing skin.

"No, I, I wanna-!" his cheeks burn hotter. If that's even possible. Burning hotter. Melting him a little inside, melting him especially because-

Chris is smirking down at him, a little lost in what he actually means but on board with whatever it is. Intrigued.

"I wanna, uh, I wanna rim you." Seb breathes out, quiet yet hot over just saying it. Let alone imagining it. Licking his lips with the idea. As much a he loves blowing Chris, taking that fucking cock into his mouth and throat... he wants. He wants- "Iwannarimyouwhileyousitonmyface." He gasps, sealing the fantasy said aloud with a frantic, sloppy kiss. Hoping to bury his confession under the meeting of their mouths.

"What?" Chris repeats himself as they pull apart, one string of spit stretching between them. Sebastians eyes stay shut for a little too long and it has Chris chuckling at him, shaking his head a little side to side by the grip he has on his dimpled chin, "take a breath." He does. "Good." His whole body lights up with the praise. "Good boy," he murmurs, doubling down Seb's sparks. Yes. "Say it nice and slow. I wanna hear what you want."

"I-" he starts.

He can't finish...

"I-" he goes again, "I want you to, uh, um, I wanna have you, you sit on my face so I can rim you."

"Oh-" Chris says, blinking...

Processing...

Then,"oh, you kinky fucker," Chris rasps as it clicks in his head, grinning wildly. His grin os almost feral. "Yeah?" His eyebrow raises, suggestive, arousal written plainly across his handsome face, "you wanna have me over your mouth? Sitting on your face? You wanna put that mouth to good use, huh, baby? You gonna make it good for me if I let you have kt?"

"Y-yeah," Sebastian whines. Yes, yes, YES too all of it. His thighs squeeze together since his hands can't figure out how to get to his cock. He can only grip the sheets harder. Squirming. Drowning.

Is-

Is Chris really gonna let him-? Chris is rarely, rarely on bottom and even then it's just drawn out, careful fingers, then a toy or Seb's cock, it's never-

Sebastian knows Chris hasn't been fucked before him. He can safely assume he's not been rimmed before either. So. Yes. Oh. Oh, he's gonna be another of Chris' firsts. He's gonna show him. He's gonna blow his fucking mind. He's gonna-

"C'mere," Sebastian gasps, hands suddenly coming alive and tugging Chris up, fingers scrambling and nails digging a little to hard into his biceps, his shoulders. He feels like he needs to give this to Chris like he needs to breathe. He wants it more than he wants to get off himself. His tongue feels clumsy in his too empty mouth.

It's a damn good thing Chris is on the same page, reading the same fucking line as he is, just as frantic as he says, "yeah, yeah," and gets up.

But then hesitates. Not know where to go.

Sebastian grabs his hips like a drowning man finding something to hold him afloat, grabbing at him, telling him, "backwards-" he trips over his own breathing, "sit backwards, it'll be easier. C'mon." He knows he shouldn't rush this but he's desperate.

Chris is too.

Righting himself so he's facing the opposite way, moving up the bed so he's on his knees next to Seb's face. Blushing and holding his own cock. Hesitating again.

Sebastian lets go of a slurry of words, soothing and praising and-

Yes.

Chris straddles his face, gently cupping and holding his cock and balls out of Seb's face, mistakenly thinking that Seb doesn't want to be smothered by him, and hovers. Kneeling again. His legs are spread wider this time, heels not tucked under his wonderful ass. Which is for the better since it frees his backside up for grabbing.

First, before anything else, Seb grabs his ass. Handfuls of both cheeks, digging his fingers in a little and making Chris groan, arching his back to push into his hands. Sebastian groans in response. He surges up to nip at the soft, sensitive flesh of his inner thigh.

"Seb-" Chris grits out.

He doesn't sound nervous exactly, he sounds like his dick is hard but he doesn't know what the hell to do about it. On uneven ground. Not afraid of what's happening but, yeah, yeah, get your head in the game, Seb reminds himself. He can make this good. He can make this the best for Chris. Centering himself and blowing out a breath - that absently goes all over Chris' most sensitive areas, leaving him shivering - Seb slows himself down.

He can start slow. He has self-restraint.

Okay, he can start pretty slow.

They're both worked up, dicks hard and leaking, blood thick and hot as lava in their veins, so... it's not that he doesn't have self-restraint, it's just that he doesn't wanna tease him. It's that. Yep. That's it.

He starts slow but not too slow, placing and sucking kisses and little bites to the inside of his thighs. Squeezing the muscle and soft flesh of his thighs and ass in his hands and coaxing Chris to jerk himself off a little as he does it. Letting go of his balls to grip his cock and gifting Seb with a silver plated offer for Seb to slurp at them. Licking. Sucking. Taking his balls into his mouth. Touching his balls with squeezing fingers. Making Chris moan and gasp and give in more.

Giving in more while on top of him.

"Sebastian-" he pants, "I, you, God- God. Fuck. Ngh- Seb!" His words make no fucking sense but they're doing the same to Sebastian that his filthy dirty talk does. He's so hard.

And with his balls in his mouth, musky and heavy and perfectly hairy, Chris suddenly doesn't hover as much, trusting Sebastian more. Lowering himself more, giving more room for Seb to play.

He licks up everything Chris gives him, literally and metaphorically. Loving it. Sloppy with it as drool rolls down Seb's chin. He shudders, dick throbbing thinking about his own excess spit being Chris' cum instead. Busting and painting him a pearl necklace. Losing it with that sound he makes every time, deep and growling and delicious.

Sebastian is worked up more, boiling on the inside with the added heat, so he can't imagine how Chris is feeling. He can help with it though. He can let his balls fall out of his swollen, red slips with a downright obscene slurp (Chris whines with it, holy shit) and shift his focus to licking from his balls to his hole. He does it once to start, spreading Chris' cheeks with his hands to give himself room to eat. him. up. without actually putting his tongue on his entrance. He gets juuust close enough to his hole to have Chris' thighs shaking though.

"Seb-!" Chris gasps his name again. "Seb, please, you gott-ah!"

Sebastian licks him between his legs from balls to hole for real this time. Getting his tongue on his hole for the first time. Just a quick taste.

Chris squirms. Moaning on top of him, "oh, ah-!"

So, of course, Seb has to do it again. Lingering at his hole this time. Giving the pink, tight muscle the attention it deserves. Paying it with kitten licks. Getting it wet.

"Nnngh!" Chris makes a sound that in any other context would be hilarious. Here and now it's just mind melting. No big deal.

Sebastian keeps at it. Licking. Flattening his tongue sometimes and pointing it other times. Broad wet strokes. Quick wet kitten licks. Nibbling at him. Biting. Sucking. Licking more. Lapping.

Tasting him.

Eating him.

And now just holding himself up against the onslaught of pleasure by himself isn't enough. So, Chris twists himself around to bury his fingers in Sebastian's hair. His other hand is either on his own cock or somewhere else on his body because Sebastian doesn't feel it. Yet he does feel sparks fly down fast from his scalp as he pulls at his hair to the base of his dick. Shooting bright and hot down his spine.

"Mmm, ngh, oh, ungh, huhhh, mmh, yeah, yeah, Seb-! Seb! Seb- oh, that feels- hhnng, that feelss s'good!" Chris makes sounds he will be entirely embarrassed about later when not getting his first rim job. For now though-

Grabbing his ass in a harsher grip as his nerves and control over himself fray, Seb spreads him more and swirls his tongue around his hole. Getting him wet. He bites the flesh of his ass then laps the sting away in apology but Chris just arches his back with another mind melting sound against his teeth, grabbing onto his hair harder, so it doesn't matter that much after all. God. Chris' balls smack his chin as he moves. Restless. Aroused. Needy.

Chris whines again.

And, fuck, he really is sitting on Sebastian's face now. All of his weight. Suffocating Seb under his body.

Sebastian is buried under him.

Good fucking God.

It ruthlessly hurls more arousal at Seb's already overwhelmed body. There's going to be not just a puddle of pre-cum on his abs when he's had his fill of Chris, he's going to have a pool. A pool of pre-cum if he somehow manages to not outright cum against the torrent of Chris' excitement.

Excitement in moans and squirming and pulling at Sebastians hair all while grabbing his own cock. Using Sebastian for his pleasure as he pleasures himself. It's hungry and gluttonous in the most incredible way.

A moan tumbles out of Sebastian, muffled against Chris. Yet, it only serves as inspiration for Sebastian to bury his face deeper, desperate for more of his man. Desperate to smother even more sounds into him. Getting off on getting Chris off. On fucking fire.

Now licking even more insistently, pushing his tongue in slightly, Seb uses his thumbs on both sides of Chris' hole to stretch him open just a little and get his tongue inside. And-

"OH!" Chris moans, grinding back hard and tight and pulling Seb's face up against him with the grip he has on his hair. He can't get enough of it just by moving back. He needs more than that.

Holy shit.

Sebastian moans too, not quite as loud or as enthusiastic, but, hell, he's not the one with a tongue inside him. Still, it's fucking good. Great, really. He's having a great fucking time. The whole bottom of his face is soaked. It's dirty. Filthy. His lungs are screaming for air but he refuses to come up for any, instead his thumbs work harder at Chris' tight body. Opening him up for as much of his long tongue as he can work into his tight, tight, tight hole. Because, fuuuck, he's so tight and hot and velvety inside.

He's heaven on his tongue, so much so that Seb can't remember how he survives the feeling of this hole- this tight fucking hole around his cock.

He is consumed by the act. Entirely.

So consumed by it that it almost feels as if it's an out of body experience. Like he's watching himself pleasure Chris with everything he can - his thumbs at the edges of his rim, stretching him, and his tongue going for it - from the outside perspective. Not that what his mouth is doing can be seen around Chris' perfectly round cheeks or his thick thighs where they're spread on either side of his head. Chris kneeling, shaking, while jerking himself off over Seb. His cock standing up, curved, throbbing, and drooling against his clenching stomach.

Chris' face is red, flushed high on his cheekbones and his mouth is gaped open, gasping. And suddenly he doubles over when Seb teases his rim with his thumb more, sliding his thumb inside him, giving him something to clench down on, and then moving to sloppily mouth at his balls with his thumb still thrusting inside Chris... searching and finding his prostate. Pressing on his prostate until he can't hold himself up. Moaning. Body shocked with the pleasure. Hense the doubling over.

Lerching forward to catch himself with one hand on Sebastian's thigh. Anchoring himself. Moaning. His unstyled hair hangs over his forehead, sweat making it stick to his skin and also making him gleam.

He is fucking beautiful. Flushed, sweating, and panting, moaning- whining over his first rim job. He doesn't fucking know what to do about it, hips grinding back and down - impossible body tight with need - searching for everything he needs blindly.

Sebastian gives him everything he needs but is unable to let his thumb have all the fun. Sucking, lapping one last time at his balls to go back to fucking him with his tongue, but he doesn't remove his thumb... he fucks him with both. Full and wet. Rubbing his prostate. Humming. Encouraging him to take and take and take.

Sebastian gives him everything he needs until he makes his man groan and choke, "Seb! Sebastian! Oh, God-!" as he cums. Squeezing his dick hard as he jerks and spills. Loud and unashamed, too caught up in his pleasure...

Anyway-

I hope you enjoyed this, uhhh, ramble about my obsession with Chris getting rimmed.

#asks #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #fandomfluffandfuck

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glassprism · 1 year

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Mark Seibert is going to become to POTO what Thomas Borchert is to Tanz der Vampire. He's going to always come back for the check. He'll play the Phantom in Vienna. In Berlin. In Paris. In the West End. They'll reopen Broadway just for him. He'll go on the World Tour and star on the Moon. He'll have a one man show where he plays all the parts. ALW will say it's best production ever. There's no escape. He'll hate every minute of it, and we'll know, and yet some ask for me. There's no escape.

I am very here for Mark Seibert signing his soul over to Phantom. Mark Seibert playing the Phantom throughout Europe when it goes on tour. Mark Seibert having a special run in the Chinese production because he's popular there. Mark Seibert defying Equity to open the Broadway revival. Mark Seibert performing Phantom to the penguins in Antarctica. Mark Seibert taking a submarine to perform Phantom at the bottom of the ocean. Mark Seibert hitching a ride on a generation ship to Tau Ceti to bring Phantom to our newest colony.

I'd say he's signing a contract in blood, but we all know he's already given that to Elisabeth.

#GP gets asks #anonymous

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teyvatiantraveler · 8 months

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Name: Erika Riess

Height: 6ft

Age: 32

Pronouns: she/her, he/him (when it's convenient)

Allegiance: Independent

Backstory:

Erika Riess was born in Heidelberg, Germany to two ghouls. She doesn't remember much of her childhood before the age of 12, when she was taken in by a human woman called Iva as a favour to her parents.

Iva did her best to take care of Erika but her need for human flesh proved difficult to satiate. This lead to Iva both ingratiating herself to the local ghoul community and experimenting to find the limited range of human foods she can eat. Iva loved Erika as her own daughter, even going as far as to catch her up on her education so she could get into school.

Eventually, Erika was discovered due to killing high-ranking CCG officers, but not by the CCG. Marcus Kennedy, a former CIA handler looking to assemble a team to pull off high-profile, high-stakes assassination contracts, was looking to replace a former employee who had turned coat.

Erika joined Marcus on the promise that he help mask her identity and facilitate her move to Berlin. Marcus initially gave her a trial contract: Sneak into the French Bureau's national convention and kill their top officer. This was to see how she worked with the team of Marcus, Arctus, and Jonty. Marcus acts as her handler, Arctus is the hacker and analyst and Jonty is a smuggler and weapons procurer.

The contract went off with a few hitches (unintentional kills, people getting suspicious of her) but it overall showed her potential. Erika got her wish of moving to Berlin, and gradually became untraceable. She now operates on a schedule of one week off, then two weeks travelling around the world and completing contracts with the aid of the team.

Erika is known as a shadow among both her colleagues and her contractors, and only works through her handler. Each member of the team has veto rights on any contract, though they don't usually use them unless they go against the existing blacklist.

Rumours are currently saying that Marcus and the team are currently looking at expansion into Tokyo, offering their services against the heart of the CCG.

#tokyo ghoul #oc #tokyo ghoul re #I'm sorry but I need to spread the brainrot #also feel free to ask any questions about Erika #There's a bunch of stuff I haven't really mentioned here to save this post being any longer than it already is #Erika Riess

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laguera25 · 10 months

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When these Berlin concerts go off without a hitch, I'm going to point and fucking laugh at all these melodramatic weebs conjuring scenarios of getting shot and stabbed by deranged protestors out for blood.

Good Lord, people love to play protagonist in a telenovela.

Weenies are going to stage a meaningless protest and congratulate themselves, the fans will have a good time, and that will be that.

#rammstein

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lucan-multiverse · 3 months

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cosmic sidestep - their multiverse part 14

[Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4], [Part 5], [Part 6a], [Part 6b], [Part 7], [Part 8], [Part 9], [Part 10], [Part 11], [Part 12], [Part 13]

There’s a tense silence on the bridge as Isaac surveys the ship in front of them through the Berlin’s copious holoscreens. It’s nothing like any of his crew have seen before, clearly not of their world, and clearly not of Luc’s either.

Their intra-reality visitor, his son in a different universe and a man he now thinks of as a friend- looks defeated.

“Are you sure?” Isaac asks quietly again. He can feel the devastation rolling off Luc in waves.

Luc nods, slowly. White knuckled, he grips the edge of the console like it’s the only thing holding him up and his face, still boyish despite his almost mid-30’s years, is a mask of utter desolation. Isaac knows Luc had been pinning all his hopes that the next thing the rift spat out would be his husband and his parents-

They’re all saddened to know it isn’t.

“It’s nothing I’ve seen before,” Luc finally manages to ground out. The way he keeps his face unexpressive, not betraying his inner turmoil, and the way he forces himself to straighten and look Isaac in the eye makes Isaac surge inwardly with an unexpected pride. Isaac can see the history of his military background in him, the way his fathers have raised him. Sees the same bulwark strength Isaac carries echo in him. He half wonders if he could ever shape Luca like this, before realizing with a pang that chance has passed. “Not in your databases, nothing in mine,” Luc continues. “Whatever it is…. It looks like it’s barely functional.”

“Have there been any hails? A distress call? Beacon? Anything?” Isaac half turns, directing his question to the flame haired girl at a nearby console. Soraya’s hands fly over her controls, a furrow between her brow. Isaac had been concerned to learn of the girl’s budding relationship with what was arguably the most volatile of the phoenix left on his ship. He couldn’t turn around now without the brooding golden phoenix lurking in the shadows on the bridge, as though watching over his new playmate. The captain wanted to order Soraya to keep her distance, to not let whatever fascination she had developed for the phoenix to catch a foothold inside her heart - but in light of the way he himself had taken up with a phoenix of his own, it would be hypocritical to say the least.

A Captain should lead by example and in this, he couldn’t.

He felt Mason at his back now, calm and quiet, also watching Luc stare out at the ship floating beyond their sensors, and wished they were still in his quarters, wished he was still full and riding waves of bliss with Mason’s arms around him.

Wished, pointlessly, that no new crisis was presenting itself.

He’s so goddamn tired these days.

“No, Sir,” she answers. “Nothing.”

“Hail them again,” Isaac says and Soraya soon nods to signal an open channel. He takes a breath and steels himself.

“This is Captain Isaac Cerrillo of the System’s Alliance starship the SSV Berlin. Unidentified ship, you are in restricted space and have entered our sensor range without authorization. State your identity and purpose immediately. Failure to comply will result in defensive actions.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“No response, Captain.”

Isaac doesn’t bother to hide the frown. Beside him, Luc’s face is a mask of concentration. There’s something uneasy in Isaac’s gut he can’t ignore.

“Burgaw, where is Lieutenant Ryan?”

Burgaw looks up from her datapad. “He’s not rostered on until eighteen hundred hours. He’s currently in his quarters.”

With Luca, she doesn’t bother to add.

“Get him up here. I want him on the helm if this vessel proves to be unfriend-“

“Aye, aye, I’m already here,” a grumble comes in a distinct Scottish lilt. Ryan stalks past and Isaac pointedly ignores the hitch of his pants as he does up the last of his uniform’s zipper as he walks. The grizzled pilot’s hair is a mess and Isaac doesn’t need to turn around to know Luca will be lurking in the background.

Isaac swallows down the bad taste in his mouth like always. Luca is happy with the pilot, he reminds himself. It’s all that matters.

Ryan unceremoniously orders Strickland out of his pilot’s seat and settles in as the younger man skulks away. Isaac barely gives Ryan all of five seconds before he issues his orders.

“Lieutenant Ryan, adjust Berlin’s heading away from the unidentified vessel and warm up the engines. We don’t know who they are or what they want and I want a quick exit strategy. If it so much even twitches, I want it burned in the slag of our FTL drives. Keep us ready for immediate evasive action.”

Ryan’s voice held a note of grim satisfaction. “Aye, Captain. Understood.”

Isaac didn’t get a chance to relax before Soraya made a small sound of surprise. He turned his head sharply to look over her shoulder at her screens. “What is it, Ellis?”

“Sir, there looks like there’s some kind of… Sir, I think they’re scanning us.”

“So there is someone on that ship.”

“Yes, Sir. It seems so.”

“Is the scan a direct response to ours?”

Soraya frowned. “No, Sir. I don’t think so. They shouldn’t have been able to detect it.”

“Scan them back and make it obvious. Armaments, lock all weapons on the unidentified vessel and open a channel once we’re in position. I’m not taking any chances. Lieutenant Ryan?”

It’s only the subtlest lurch under their feet as the Berlin’s core spun up. Out the viewports, the position of the stars shifted.

“In position,” Ryan growls. The vibrations of the Berlin felt oddly soothing as Isaac braced himself once again.

“Channel open, Captain.”

Isaac took another breath. “Unidentified vessel-“

There’s a crackle over the comm and a new voice fills the helm of the Berlin’s speakers. A voice, oddly familiar and enough that beside him, Luc’s knees almost buckle.

Isaac’s blood goes cold. “On screen,” he orders curtly.

On the wide monitor in front of them, the transmitted image skips and flickers before settling and a collective gasp as the face on the other end comes into view.

Isaac hadn’t been prepared for it but in hindsight, perhaps he should have been

“Nice ship ye got there,” Blake Ryan drawls, but he’s older. Worn. Hardened. There’s a dangerous edge in his voice Isaac recognizes.

And then, from the pilot’s seat, a simple, depressed, “Aw, fuck.”

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First Novels Exploring Social Media

A Burning by Megha Majumdar

Jivan is a Muslim girl from the slums, determined to move up in life, who is accused of executing a terrorist attack on a train because of a careless comment on Facebook. PT Sir is an opportunistic gym teacher who hitches his aspirations to a right-wing political party, and finds that his own ascent becomes linked to Jivan's fall. Lovely - an irresistible outcast whose exuberant voice and dreams of glory fill the novel with warmth and hope and humor - has the alibi that can set Jivan free, but it will cost her everything she holds dear.

Taut, symphonic, propulsive, and riveting from its opening lines, A Burning has the force of an epic while being so masterfully compressed it can be read in a single sitting.

Fake Accounts by Lauren Oyler

On the eve of Donald Trump's inauguration, a young woman snoops through her boyfriend's phone and makes a startling discovery: he's an anonymous internet conspiracy theorist, and a popular one at that. Already fluent in internet fakery, irony, and outrage, she's not exactly shocked by the revelation. Actually, she's relieved—he was always a little distant—and she plots to end their floundering relationship while on a trip to the Women's March in DC. But this is only the first in a series of bizarre twists that expose a world whose truths are shaped by online lies.

Suddenly left with no reason to stay in New York and increasingly alienated from her friends and colleagues, our unnamed narrator flees to Berlin, embarking on her own cycles of manipulation in the deceptive spaces of her daily life, from dating apps to expat meetups, open-plan offices to bureaucratic waiting rooms. She begins to think she can't trust anyone - shouldn't the feeling be mutual?

People Like Her by Ellery Lloyd

Followed by Millions, Watched by One

To her adoring fans, Emmy Jackson, aka @the_mamabare, is the honest “Instamum” who always tells it like it is.

To her skeptical husband, a washed-up novelist who knows just how creative Emmy can be with the truth, she is a breadwinning powerhouse chillingly brilliant at monetizing the intimate details of their family life.

To one of Emmy’s dangerously obsessive followers, she’s the woman that has everything—but deserves none of it.

As Emmy’s marriage begins to crack under the strain of her growing success and her moral compass veers wildly off course, the more vulnerable she becomes to a very real danger circling ever closer to her family.

The List by Yomi Adegoke

Ola Olajide, a celebrated journalist at Womxxxn magazine, is set to marry the love of her life in one month’s time. Young, beautiful, and successful—she and her fiancé Michael are considered the “couple goals” of their social network and seem to have it all. That is, until one morning when they both wake up to the same message: “Oh my god, have you seen The List?”

It began as a crowdsourced collection of names and somehow morphed into an anonymous account posting allegations on social media. Ola would usually be the first to support such a list—she’d retweet it, call for the men to be fired, write article after article. Except this time, Michael’s name is on it.

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ATEEZ’s Hongjoong Reveals He Broke His Front Tooth During Amsterdam Concert

ATEEZ’s Hongjoong suffered an unfortunate injury during the first stop of their Europe tour.

On February 10, ATEEZ kicked off the European leg of their “THE FELLOWSHIP: BREAK THE WALL” world tour at the Ziggo Dome in Amsterdam.

The following day, Hongjoong revealed on the fan platform UNIVERSE that while the concert had otherwise gone off without a hitch, he had chipped his front tooth while performing.

“You know something?! My tooth broke again… this time, it’s kind of a big deal!” wrote Hongjoong. “I think it’s just a healthy tooth..! But I hit it with my mic, hehehehehehehe. It’s my front tooth! I don’t have veneers, so it’s just my real front tooth… but you can kind of see it, hehehe. I look a little silly. When I go [back] to Korea, I’ll go to the dentist.”

However, he reassured fans, “It doesn’t hurt!! When I get really into performing at a concert, I keep hitting [my teeth] with the mic.” He then added in English, “Yes I broke my teeth myself.”

In response to fans’ questions about the broken tooth, Hongjoong elaborated, “From a distance, you can’t see it! But from up close, I look silly, hehe.”

We hope Hongjoong’s tooth is okay and that he gets treated soon!

Meanwhile, ATEEZ will be performing at Berlin’s Mercedes-Benz Arena on February 14 and 15 for the next stop of their tour.

Credit: Soompi

#ateez #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #kq entertainment #soompi #2023 world tour #the fellowship: break the wall

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Meet Varian Fry.

Varian Fry was an American journalist who saved over 2,000 anti-Nazi and Jewish refugees, including many of the most distinguished artists and intellectuals of Europe.

Born to a wealthy Protestant family in New York, Varian attended Harvard University, where he founded the influential literary magazine Hound & Horn in 1927. After graduating, Varian began working in Europe as a foreign correspondent.

In 1935, Varian was at a popular cafe in Berlin when he witnessed an event that would change the course of his life. Two Nazi thugs approached a Jewish-looking man quietly enjoying a beer. As the man put out his hand to lift his mug, the Nazis gleefully nailed his hand to the table with a knife.

Horrified, Varian immediately wrote an article for the New York Times detailing the brutal Nazi treatment of Jews. He went on to pen several books about the worsening political situation in Europe, and raised money to support anti-Nazi activity.

Varian was deeply frustrated by the staggering apathy of American leaders and the general public. The problem was not that nobody knew the Jews of Europe were in danger; the problem was that nobody cared.

Along with other New York intellectuals, Varian created the Emergency Rescue Committee, a shoestring operation dedicated to saving European artists and writers. They reached out to Eleanor Roosevelt, who worked on behalf of minority civil rights in America, but the response was deafening silence. Neither the President nor the First Lady were interested in helping the endangered Jews of Europe.

After the Germans occupied France in 1940, Varian traveled to Marseilles, a port city filled with refugees desperate to escape. With $3,000 in his pocket and a list of artists, writers and musicians under immediate threat of arrest, Varian undertook the most successful rescue operation by an American in World War II.

Varian began by sheltering people in his hotel room. Posing as a relief worker, he operated an underground railroad, secretly forging documents and smuggling thousands of people out of France to the relative safety of Portugal, North Africa and the United States. What began as a rescue mission for artists and writers soon expanded as more and more desperate people came to him for help.

The American Consulate in Marseilles obstructed Varian at every turn, with the notable exception of Vice Consul Hiram Bingham IV. The US State Department, staffed by many anti-Semites and desperate to avoid an influx of Jewish refugees, pressured Varian to return home. He would later say that his biggest enemies weren’t the French or Germans, but the Americans.

Varian spent 13 months in France before being expelled by the Vichy collaborationist regime. He felt like a failure. Varian later wrote, “If I have any regret at all about the work we did, it is that it was so slight. In all we saved some two thousand human beings. We ought to have saved many times that number. But we did what we could. And when we failed, it was all too often because of the incomprehension of the government of the United States."

After the war, Varian worked as an editor, business writer and college Latin teacher. Diagnosed as manic-depressive, Varian was increasingly troubled by his inability to save more people. He died of a cerebral hemorrhage in 1967, at age 59.

The list of people saved by Fry includes such cultural luminaries as Marc Chagall, Max Ernst, Andre Breton, Marcel Duchamp, Franz Werfel, Claude Levi-Strauss, Hannah Arendt, Jean Arp, Max Ophuls, Alma Mahler, Arthur Koestler, and many others.

Cubist sculptor Jacques Lipchitz was one of those saved by Varian Fry. At Fry’s memorial service, Lipchitz described him as “a race horse hitched to a wagonload of stones.”

In 1994 he was awarded the title Righteous Among the Nations by Yad Vashem, Israel's Official Holocaust Memorial.

Varian’s son planted a tree in his honor at Yad Vashem in 1996. The ceremony was attended by US State Secretary Warren Christopher, who apologized for the State Department's abusive treatment during the war years.

It is impossible to measure how many masterworks of art, literature and music would not have existed without Varian Fry.

Rabbi Yisroel Bernath

#Varian Fry #Holocaust #righteous among the nations

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