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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 4 months

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concert, part 1

part 1 here (cw: age gap)

👑 (king): can I come pick you up? Me: yeah, sure, I’m almost ready 👑 (king): good, be there in 10

I look down at his text, smiling to myself, then I get myself ready. Checking my makeup, checking if I have everything in my little bag. Then I wait for him, nervously tapping my foot, thinking about our interactions over the last week.

I haven't seen him since the bar, we've just been texting and my god. He isn’t the biggest texter, but he never fails to answer a single one of my messages. Setting a new standard for sure.

My first message he answered within five minutes, making it a deal and asking me for the details on the concert. And then I had to send him all of my favourite songs, not just by Lorna Shore, but all the bands I talked about that he didn’t yet know. We were just talking about all the topics we could think about.

Like I wanted to know what accent it was that laced through his words when talking English and he told me that he actually was from Austria. I’ve never met someone who was from this country, so naturally I was curious. Especially why he lived here then and didn’t go back to Austria for his leave, which he just answered with a simple “I don’t have anything to go back to.” I didn’t want to pry, so I left it at that.

And he asked me what I did for a living and all my little hobbies. I could talk about those all day long, so there was a lot of back and forth (maybe a little bit more back from me than it was forth from him). I still was curious about his job as well, but I was too afraid to be called nosy again.

By the third day I got confident enough to accompany my messages with pictures. And no, not that kind of pictures. I just snap moments during my day and just them to him. My morning coffee, some scenery from my commute, a screengrab from the game I’m playing in the evening. Because I want to show what’s going on during my day.

It’s nice. It feels nice to talk to him. And we’re still kind of shy, holding back, but some of the texts even get flirty. My favourite thing to do during last week was to call him old every chance I got. Just to get a rise out of him.

I can’t help but feel that the last message has a double entendre. Like I should be the one worrying about keeping up. With him.

The doorbell rings and I go to open my door. It swings open and I almost rear back when his hulking figure towers over me. My god, I have forgotten how huge he is. I mean, I only saw it once when he got up from the table.

He's wearing the same worn leatherjacket and a shirt underneath. A Lorna Shore shirt. He got it right on time for the concert. I know because he sent me a picture when the package arrived.

"Hi.", I say looking up at him.

"Hi yourself.", he answers with a smile. "Looking good."

"Thanks.", I say as I do a little twirl for him, my skirt swaying while I do the turn. When I land on my two feet again, my DocMartens stomping onto the floor, I see his gaze wander up my body.

His lids are hooded, his mouth is slightly opened and I can see the row of strong teeth blink through. Our eyes meet and I feel a zap of excitement running down my spine. It just got harder to breathe. Because he looks at me like I would taste good. It’s actually making me a bit nervous. And I don’t think anybody ever looked at me like that.

“What?”, I throw in his direction, swaying from one foot to the other.

"Nothing…” is all he says, shaking his head. But it doesn’t feel like nothing. “Come on, let's get going. You have the tickets?", he asks.

I point at the little bag clasped to my belt. "Got everything in here." He nods and gestures me to exit the flat. I do so and lock the door behind me, following him down to the street where his car is parked.

It’s a Mercedes G-wagon. A fucking G-wagon. I don’t know which car I suspected, but I guess not this one. Although it makes sense when I see him right next to it. The kind of military look of the car, the colour (black, of course), it being quite an expensive brand, but also an older model, judging from the wear on the outside. Also a spacious enough car for a big man like him.

He stops at the passenger side and opens the door for me. And I can't help but melt a little. The gentlemanly gesture with him looking just like he looks. The big stature, the worn leatherjacket with the tattooed hands showing, the slight aura of danger around him that makes much more sense since I know he’s a soldier, that part of him not fully vanishing even when he’s on leave. The timid smile he gives me when I thank him for holding the door open for me emphasizing the contrast between his hard looking exterior and the softer core.

He waits for me to climb up into the seat, shutting the door for me and going around the car, to the driver's side. I snuggle into the leather of the car seat and look around a bit. His scent engulfs me, a warm, manly note, and I suppress a sigh. This man is just too much, and I'm going to a concert with him.

He gets in and starts the car which also turns on the sound system and a flurry of guitar sounds, drums and the distinguished voice of Chuck Schuldiner blasts from the speakers. I recognize the song instantly. "Oh, I love Spirit Crusher. The whole album actually."

He grins at me. "I thought so, that's why I put it on." He hands me the CD sleeve. "I bought this when I was like... maybe 16 or 17?"

"Oh my god, really?", I exclaim, inspecting the case. I turn to him pointing at the release date on the back, a mischievous grin forming on my lips. "That's the year I was born."

He sighs and rolls his eyes, snatching the CD case from me. "Yeah, yeah, we've already established that I'm old, ancient even." I bite back a laugh, doing a bad job at it. He leans forward, inching closer to my face. “Now what’s so funny, huh?”

I shake my head still grinning. “Nothing.” I pause for effect. “Old man.”, I add teasingly.

His gaze is burning into me. “Uh-huh, ain’t that right.” The slightly threatening undertone is not lost on me and it makes me shift in my seat.

He doesn’t say anything else, just pulls out of the parking space, and drives us to the concert location. The atmosphere gets a little bit more relaxed when he asks me about how work has been today (because we haven’t texted about that yet). I go on a rant because work really has been kicking my ass lately and my boss keeps getting on my nerves. So the car ride to the venue is filled with me explaining all of the details of what’s going on which would’ve have been too much to type out.

I’m still complaining about my boss’s antics when we enter the tall concert building. I show our tickets to the security guys at the entrance and they check us for stuff that you can’t bring into the venue. Well, they check me without hesitation, the security lady patting me down and taking a look into the little bag I have with me.

The security guy that has the pleasure of checking him hesitates for more than just a bit and I can see the little grin on König’s face as he’s towering over him, almost a head taller, and looking the most intimidating I’ve seen him yet.

“Don’t worry, he doesn't bite.”, I joke with the security guard who rolls his eyes, but finally goes to pat down the big guy.

König’s grin turns mischievous, looking down at him while he’s being checked. “Only if asked to.”, he says, glancing at me. And then he fucking winks. And I almost trip over my own feet. I steady myself, going down the stairs, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. Because that planted an image in my head I wasn’t ready for.

He catches up to me. “I’ll drop my jacket off and then we can get a beer?”, he suggests and I nod, following his lead. His hand drops to the small of my back, guiding me as we maneuver through the crowds of people. And I try to ignore how this light touch is making me feel.

We get in line at the bar and something I wanted to talk to him about burns at the tip of my tongue. Especially now that I’ve seen the expression on his face when somebody pushes past me, accidently brushing against me.

“Can you promise me something?”, I ask, putting on my nicest face to heighten the chances of him agreeing to it.

His lips curl into a sly smile when he sees the way I’m looking at him. “That depends on what you want me to promise.”

“Please don't stomp on any of the people if they bump into me.”, I tell him.

“Hm, I don't know if I can promise that.”, he answers with an honest tone in his voice, but the mischief in his eyes is telling a different story. “I have to look out for my concert companion, don’t I?”

“Well, can you at least leave them in one piece? I wanna leave the concert a free woman and not an accomplice to murder.”, I explain, not even taking myself seriously.

He laughs. “I think, we can arrange that.” He playfully nudges me with his arm and I almost topple over because I didn’t expect that. An “Oh shit” drops from his lips while his hands reach for my waist to steady me, and my first reaction is to hold onto him. His arm to be exact. My fingers grab onto his lower arms and I can feel the strong cords of muscle beneath my fingertips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“, he says.

I shake my head, interrupting him. “Don’t apologize, it takes more to break me.” Which sounds completely wrong and dirty in my mind, now that I think about it. But the sentence already left my lips. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his heated gaze on me, even when I don’t look up at him, still holding onto his arm when we reach the front of the line. Ordering beers that he pays for, just like we agreed to. I snatch up the two glasses and head to a quieter corner.

König isn't a big talker, although he seems more relaxed now, so it's still mostly me yapping about stuff that comes to my mind while we wait for the concert to start, him asking questions in between, nodding along, listening, and sipping his beer.

"I'm sorry, I feel like I’m talking too much.", I finally interrupt myself, smiling up at him apologetically.

He shakes his head. "No, it's fine, don't worry about it. I like hearing you talk." And his words make me blush and actually shut up for a brief moment where I can just smile into my beer and bask in the compliment.

“I think they’re starting soon, you want to go in?”, he asks me, smiling down at me.

“Yes, we can do that.”, I nod and we make our way into the hall. It’s already packed, but with König it’s easy because the crowd parts, looking up at the tall man when he passes. We find a spot that’s more in the back of the room, so he doesn’t obstruct the view of too many people.

I stand right in front of him, looking up at him, to see him scanning the people around us, observing every little bit that’s going on. His arm wraps around my waist, in theory a small little gesture. But his touch makes me light up, his fingertips softly digging into my hips. His fingers stroking ever so slightly, skimming over the fabric of my skirt, seemingly not even thinking about it. And I take the chance to lean myself against him, feigning the same innocence as he does.

Suddenly, the symphonic part of 'Welcome Back, O’ Sleeping Dreamer' starts playing over the speaker and the concert begins. I smile up at him and jump up and down all excited, pulling at his shirt to get his reaction. He laughs, even though I don’t hear the sound because the whole room erupts in cheers and shouts, only getting louder when the band comes on stage and the drums and guitars set in.

I get the impression that he’s enjoying it as well and the smile on my face gets even wider when he starts headbanging with the crowd. And it makes me happy to see him like that. The music sweeps me up and carries me away and I start to move with the harsh sounds blasting from the speakers.

What I don't know or see is the way he's looking at me when I scream the lyrics from the top of my lungs. How mesmerized he seems when I jump and mosh to the next song, dancing without a care in the world. How my wild and energetic euphoria of being at a concert infects him, even if he's still being a bit self-conscious.

It's been a long time since he actually has been to a concert. And he hasn't been all too sure why he even offered to go with me other than seizing the opportunity to see me again. But right now, standing in the crowd experiencing the thrill of live music once again, he remembers why he enjoyed it so much when he was younger.

to be continued - the concert is not over yet!

part 3 or more stuff in the Masterlist

#metalhead!könig #she likes the dark #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #könig fanfiction #cod mw2 smut #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut #könig x reader #tw: age gap

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kanekisfavoritegf · 7 months

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Double Double Toil and Trouble - Nanami ♡

As always Minors, Blankblogs, and ageless blogs pl don’t interact! 🩷

Warnings: Smut, Edging, overstimulation, aphrodisiac(so drugging), professorsxstudent.

Your legs were folded into your chest, and you laid on your back as you let out moans so loud you were convinced the entire campus could hear you. And as Nanami plowed into you, all you could think was…

How on earth did you end up in this position?

Okay, well, you do know how. That stupid aphrodisiac. It was supposed to be a love potion. Norbara had you convinced it was going to work. You had meant to get him to raise your grade. It wasn't a long-lasting potion nor a dangerous one. One of your wizarding professors at Cat’s University for Warlocks was Kento Nanami, the only professor ever to give you a failing grade. You thought the love potion would last at least an hour so you could convince him to raise it. He was being grumpy and unfair as always. Even the best of students struggled to meet his impossible standards. The potion meant that both of you would have to take it at the same time, so now both of you were complete messes, panting and moaning for the other.

“What? You thought you’d be the first?” He whispered aggressively into your ear as if your moans weren’t reaching the doors of every class nearby.

“Huh?”

“You did this so I’d fuck you and what? Be impressed with how tight your pussy is so I could raise your? Oh fuck, Y/N” His moans were taking over, and so were yours. “You thought- fuck! You thought you’d be the first student I raised my grades for?”

“No, Kento.” You moaned, clenching down on him harder. He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and craving for him just as much as he was craving you. It physically pained you to be without his dick in you.

“Nanami.” He spoke, jerking himself off on his knees in front of your touch-craving body.

“What? Kento, please fuck me. It hurts.” You whimpered a little

“Oh, baby, I know. It hurts me, too.” His panting got harder and harder as he came closer to the edge. “But you have to call me Nanami or Sir. Are we clear?”

“Yes, God, please hurry.”

“Yes, what?”

“Kento!!” You screamed your whole clenching around nothing.

“Nanami! Say it.” He demanded

“Please.” He came on top of your face at your begging, his cum dripping down your face along with your tears. You needed him. “Please, Nanami. Please.” His dick still stood upright and erect, aching for your wet cunt just as much as you were for his dick.

“Good girl. Turn around. All fours. Now.” Wasting no time, you turned, spreading your legs for him and arching your back as much as you could. Shaking your ass side to side a little, tempting him even further.

A cool feeling suddenly hits your cunt as you wait for him. Dribbling down along the slit.

It was spit.

His spit.

He has spat on your cunt and was now toying with his saliva and your cunt with his middle and ring finger. Curling and pumping faster and faster until he couldn't take the pain from being outside of you for one more second. Pushing his cock into you all at once and wasting no time, he began thrusting. Like a man with no mind for anything other than fucking you, which he was, he plunged into you. Over and over. The loud paps of his skin hitting your sopping cunt, again and again, had you convinced everyone could hear and everyone would know.

“Oh fuck, you are addictive. You know that, right? God, I should have never let you take my class. Even without this potion-” His declaration was cut off with a groan, one that signalled his high was approaching. Leaving you moaning and moaning and moaning some more.

“Nanami, I can’t hold on anymore.” It came in waves, your pleasure and ever since he pulled out of you the first time, it had waned a little in power, but now that he was back inside the warmth of your cunt, it was like the waves amidst a hurricane. More powerful by the second, swirling and churning inside you, and one word, one breath, one more squeeze that Nanami made at your skin would have you falling apart under him. In the end, it was a kiss on your right shoulder as he whispered a soft, “I’m cumming, baby.” that took you to nirvana.

The potion effects didn’t wear off until well into the next day, around two in the morning, and when it did. Nanami did a transportation spell taking you home before leaving. Other than your apology and explanation for the original spell, no words were exchanged. He opted for silence as he made sure to get you to your apartment. And when you woke up later that day, you received an email telling you your grade had risen, but you had been transferred to a different class...

Cat’s Kinktober ★ Masterlist

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queer-ragnelle · 5 months

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Feel like malory choose which characters he didnt like and which he did and then went through the motions of doing his retelling but that means stuff like Arthur doing the Mayday Massacre gets like a paragraph and has no influence on the narrative. Malory put a biblical exodus king/herod the great moment in there and then said “dont worry about it :]” meanwhile I literally cannot stop thinking about The Implications

he really did. the largest downside is malory was simplifying the post vulgate, which was already a simplification of the vulgate. so it’s like a horrendous game of telephone & all the depth & nuance is lost.

for example, in the post vulgate, arthur sleeps with morgause when he’s young, before he’s married, & she didn’t realize it was him (it was dark?? medieval logic.) point being that the adultery double standard isn’t a factor, she did not mean to cheat on lot, & arthur was single. that’s a narrative hiccup on malory’s part. furthermore the prophecy of a child born on may day come to destroy the kingdom was vague, so arthur’s intention was to round up the children born around that time, & raise them, until they were old enough to distinguish who was who. lot & morgause were sending baby mordred willingly, thinking this was a good opportunity for their son to be tutored in the high king’s household, only for the ship to crash, & for them to believe their son had died as a result of this summons. but he didn’t, & was raised alongside sagramore, eventually coming to court & learning of his real brothers, the other sons of morgause, that way.

i think the original stories & spins malory included were the best of it, especially gareth beaumains & his adventures with the damosel savage. but much of what he adapted he fumbled, all the motifs are forgotten, characters are inconsistent or hold beliefs which aren’t supported by the narrative itself (ie, mark sucks we hate him! what has he done? shhh don’t worry about that just hate him! team tristan!). kind of a mess!

i recommend the vulgate instead. it’s long. but skipping the history of the grail starting from the story of merlin it gives an in depth explanation of everything at play, all the characters rise to power, & their motivations. then the vulgate proper picks up with baby lancelot. norris j. lacy’s translation is a dream to read with really thorough footnotes to explain any references made or translation nuances.

the PDFs can be read here if you’re so inclined.

#arthurian legend #arthurian legends #arthuriana #arthurian mythology #le morte d'arthur #sir thomas malory #ask #liridi

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talesfromthebacklog · 6 months

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Tales From The Backlog: FaeFarm

6/10

I’ve heard this game being quoted by a few folks as the cozy game of the season. While it is good; the game holds itself back from being truly great.

FaeFarm doesn’t have a ton of substance. It has an awesome aesthetic and solid gameplay, but it made a lot of choices that weakened it in comparison to its competitors. And while it has a strong aesthetic, I would dare say FaeFarm doesn’t have a strong identity.

The best way I’d pitch FaeFarm to other people is that FaeFarm is a strong introductory game that will easily get anyone acclimated to farming/life sims. It is not first on my recommendation list in general for most gamers though.

Let’s dig into why that is.

I want to first talk about what I think FaeFarm gets absolutely right. Tools and your weapon don’t take inventory slots. They get to exist in a separate pocket and switch out for you automatically. Brilliant. Loved this. I never knew how much I wanted a system like this. This should just be the standard from here on out. Period. Inventory management is a key part of the gameplay in these games but at the same time I feel like most people want stuff like their pickaxe always on hand.

Especially in a magic world. This isn’t Resident Evil, let me carry around essential tools.

This along with the infinite shed inventory that can be accessed by all of your work stations are so good. But It still draws the line where it can’t be accessed just anywhere and I like that.

The dungeon “elevator” chart that shows you what item that is on each floor you completed is also a great quality of life improvement. The rates they appear also appear on that chart which is another neat touch. It adds to the sense that you’ve completed an area.

Flower breeding is here too. It’s a simple mechanic, but I enjoy making fields of rainbow flowers. I always enjoy this mechanic when it’s present.

Then there’s the actual farming. Which you could theoretically skip altogether. The game offers several vegetables but things are in categories. So whether you have a potato or an onion the game simply classifies it as a root vegetable. Which ruins the point of the variety. And while FaeFarm has seasonal vegetables, most of the plants you have you can plant during any season. I can grow corn year round if I want to. (That is a complaint)

Don’t get it twisted, the farming is fun. It’s a lot less time/stamina consuming which makes it so you can run around doing your other activities. I like that the super moves cost mana rather than stamina so you can save it for other things. But the variety feels… shallow when they all end up being processed into the exact same things. You get the feeling that it didn’t matter what you picked or what season you picked it.

This isn’t just the farming, by the way. Fishing, catching critters, foraging. The only things that truly get differentiated is metals and gems. Which some people may like, but I don’t.

I feel like that’s the common theme with FaeFarm. It’s a shallow experience. Which isn’t meant to be a knock against it. But the game definitely comes across like it’s… structured for young children. And I acknowledge it is. That’s not a bad thing and not all games need to be deep, but this shallowness affects the core gameplay. It’s going to be the difference between the game being remembered or forgotten for its competitors. I’m cool with being wrong but I think FaeFarm is gonna disappear from gamer’s memories very quickly.

The shortcuts in FaeFarm (especially after you get your faerie wings) are a lot more satisfying than other games. Especially with the winged double jump. You can swim too! Moving feels good. I love that there are unlockable fast travel points.

Combat is fine. Animal care is standard fare. The dungeon crawling is solid. The enemies are standard fare. I really have nothing special to mention about these aspects. The story is standard fare. It’s cute. I like it. The drawn cutscenes are cute:

Coming back to those aesthetics, let’s talk about THAT: I’ve always had a soft spot for fem fantasy. Unicorns, mermaids, faeries, I unapologetically think it’s cool. That’s what attracted me to FaeFarm as a gamer.

But there’s a lot of small choices that make this aspect less fun. I thought there would be a large number of looks. There’s really not. Which is a shame because I think this aspect is actually really important to aesthetic games like this.

There is a surprising lack of options. From clothing, to dye, to the wings themselves. And these options expand over time but I can’t help but feel that some of these aspects, like dye, shouldn’t have been locked in the first place.

I get unlocking recipes and stuff. But it annoys me 100% of the time when a high aesthetic game makes dyes an absolute chore to get. Like let me live my life? And then the game doesn’t even let you pick the color of your starting outfit, so god forbid you want a hair color that doesn’t match.

It’s a nitpick but I stand by that nitpick. Games like Animal Crossing handle the dye situation a lot better. If you’re going to emphasize customization there should be some aspects that inherently make it more enjoyable. And they do emphasize it! You get rewarded for decorating by raising your stats. They leave little secret furniture recipes everywhere. They want that to be rewarding. But it’s not necessarily fun, it’s a means to an end. Let me have fun, because decorating currently is something only to boost my stats. And with a small furniture catalogue that would’ve gone a long way to making me want to actually decorate my house.

And then there’s the same face syndrome. Which is a shame because the body types and designs are largely really good. It feels wasted… and lazy.

Side note: I was thinking about what the models looked like. And the models from FaeFarm kinda look like the nicer Roblox characters folks like to make. Not saying that’s positive or negative. No complaint here.

The chibi sizes are a nice proportion. I don’t like the games (Harvest Moon does this frequently) where the game equates chibi characters to look like babies. I hate that. Especially with romancable characters. FaeFarm actually strikes this balance well.

Too bad the dialogue is… juvenile (It’s also super bland, but again you don’t play FaeFarm for the dialogue so I think that’s ignorable). FaeFarm isn’t meant to be deep. But it is hard to want to woo certain villagers when they act like actual children. And again… I acknowledge what FaeFarm’s target demographic is, but with romance NPCs it totally can turn me off to those sections of the game. It is what it is. I don’t care if it’s meant for children, I can still critique it.

Rune Factory does that shit too. Sometimes they even put in actual children which is a big ick. It genuinely can ruin the experience for me. Argyle suffers from that problem the most.

I dated this guy. Nhamashal. He was fine. I was either going to pick him or Pyria. I picked him because he matched my house better. Lol.

As far as I’m aware there is practically zero benefit to befriend or romance anyone. There is no functional benefit and the NPCs have near nothing interesting to say so there isn’t an emotional benefit either. (This is partially untrue. Friends will give you the same empty radiant quests over and over. But you would have made more money going and doing other things. So I consider them a waste of my time.)

FaeFarm’s residents don’t have enough identity or dialogue to care about whether you exist or not. I don’t even think my husband sleeps in the house. He just kinda mills around the farm now.

FaeFarm is a good game. But it isn’t first on the list of games I would be apt to recommend to other people. I’d suggest Rune Factory and Stardew Valley over Faefarm. But if you were looking for something new and you’ve already played those games, FaeFarm is perfect.

And… again Faefarm is a strong introductory game. It has a good, decently quick but in-depth, tutorial on how the world works. But that’s all I consider FaeFarm. It’s an introductory piece. I disagree with this being the cozy game of the season. I would say that’s too generous of a compliment. But it does get a lot right.

I would recommend FaeFarm over Story of Seasons and Harvest Moon. I get that some people like the slower pace but I just think games like FaeFarm, Rune Factory, and Stardew offer more complete experiences. “Harvest Moon” especially has really fallen off. I don’t touch those games anymore. I moved over with the real Harvest Moon to Story of Seasons.

#faefarm #fae farm #farming sim #gaming #Tales From The Backlog #TFTB #stardew #Stardew Valley #Harvest Moon #Rune Factory #Story of Seasons #Nintendo #Nintendo Switch #Faeries #Faerie #Fairy #Fae #cozy games #cozy gaming

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ididntwanttohavetohauntyou · 7 months

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On the double standards of Taylor’s love life and Swifties’ role in Taylor’s reputation

{Fair warning: this is kind of long and I actually originally wrote it during the Ratty stuff but it’s relevant now and this post from @9w1ft (specifically the tweet) made me think that maybe this needed to be really laid out there. }

Disclaimer: I am in no way claiming to know what Taylor’s sexuality is definitively, nor am I suggesting that every relationship she’s had with a man was fake, or that she is a lesbian. I myself have experienced enough bi erasure and biphobia to know better, but I had to put this out there explicitly so hetlors don’t have that as a “gotcha”.

Swifties have the lowest possible standards for whom they consider to be a boyfriend of Taylor’s.

Their standards are a) the media has to stir something up b) they have to interact distantly in some public capacity before they c) walk around together (holding hands or not).

I can give you the names so many women with whom Taylor acted like that, often for longer periods of time and with more interaction than a couple dinners and pap walks or whatever she’s done with those men. And that’s without time to go do research which would doubtlessly turn up more names.

To name some examples:

Karlie Kloss, Diana Agron, Selena Gomez, Gigi Hadid, Blake Lively, Cara Delevingne, Martha Hunt, Sophie Turner, Lorde, all three Haim sisters, Zoe Kravitz, Emma Stone, Camila Cabello, Lily Aldridge, Lily Donaldson.

(To be clear, I’m not suggesting that Taylor dated all or most of those women.)

Now, I have no doubt that if most swifties looked up photos of Taylor with a lot of those women they’d go “they aren’t even doing anything in that picture” or “they’re just walking side by side” or whatever else.

THAT’S THE POINT

I’m 1000% sure that if you photoshopped a man into basically any of those pics people would assume they’re dating because they’re walking together.

Almost all of Taylor’s supposed boyfriends have had significantly less interaction with her than those women, but people don’t hesitate to say she’s dating the men. Her team can and will deny it, but swifties will add a name to their list anyway, and that creates a whole other problem.

The sl*t shaming:

In my opinion, the sl*t shaming that Taylor has experienced for about the last 15 years has been, at least in part, because of swifties who jump to conclusions about men she’s seen with. When her own fans believe she’s dated however many guys, it’s that much easier for the media to repeat that and twist it to be negative.

If you wouldn’t look at a random guy and girl standing within a few feet of each other or walking together and come to the conclusion that they must be dating, why do you assume that about Taylor? Or, for that matter, does every person of the opposite gender that you associate with have to be your SO?

[And yes that can easily be turned around on Gaylors, but the whole point is that we aren’t solely using proximity to link potential exes or lovers to Taylor. We actually do the analysis of the lyrics, we break down the connections, we do the research.]

My point is that swifties have contributed on a large scale to Taylor’s sl*t shaming in a way that should make them think twice about who they claim she’s dating. Unfortunately as we’ve seen with this M*tty situation {and now the football guy}, they don’t seem to have the self awareness to realize how they’ve aided such a disgusting campaign of hate.

One more thing: you can say that no one will say those things now anyway because Taylor is on top of the world and they wouldn’t dare sl*t shame the Queen of Pop or “The Music Industry”. You might even be right. But if you do this and feel no guilt or shame over how your actions may have played a part in the several intense periods of sl*t shaming that Taylor has gone through previously, you need to think about why that is.

Taylor said it best in her speech at the Grammy museum in September 2015. She was introducing Blank Space and talking about the situation that made her write the song.

“In the last couple of years the media have had a really wonderful fixation on kind of painting me as like the psycho serial dater girl… It got pretty out of control there for a couple of years because… every article would be like, Taylor Swift Standing Near Some Guy. Watch Out Guy!”

That sounds insane, and it was definitely worse then than it is now, but the fact that it’s happening right now at all is ridiculous. Swifties need to stop helping the media tie Taylor’s name to men as if that makes her relevant. She’s a highly awarded singer, songwriter, and performer who has set and broken records (and then broken the ones she’s set) countless times. Swifties need to stop pretending that dating someone is what makes her interesting or we’re no better than the people who think she only writes breakup songs.

#sorry that this is so long #I’m sure I left stuff out though so definitely feel free to add #okay i’ll shut up now #kaylor #gaylor #gaylor swift #lgbetty #friends of dorothea

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headcanons: dating Jeremiah Fisher

he would be sooooo touchy-feely. just like constantly needing to feel you against him - holding your hand, arm around your shoulder or waist, hugging you from behind, pulling you onto his lap, resting your legs or heads on each other, absentmindedly scratching your back or playing with your hair. physical touch is 100% his love language

but words of affirmation aren’t far behind. he has a million nicknames for you, ranging from the cutesy standard ones to the ridiculous plays on your name

constant affection. making out in the pool…and in the outdoor shower. pulling over the car on an empty road to kiss you. dipping you low at the deb ball and giving you the kiss of a lifetime

as we’ve seen, he can be a jealous one. he’d never tell you what you can or can’t do, wear, etc. (in fact, he hypes you up in everything you do) but he always has an eye on you just in case someone else gets a little too close

your dates would be so much fun. sure, maybe dinner or a movie every now and then, but he’s always trying to make new memories for you two. amusement parks, concerts, mini golf, laser tag - he just wants to have fun with you

which also leads to skinny dipping at 3 am

coffee/breakfast would be waiting for you when you woke up. he knows what you like and makes it for you, and it makes him proud to see you enjoy it. even when he tries new recipes that aren’t his best, you always try it just to make him happy

he plays the BEST music. all of your favorite artists came from his playlist

he’ll let you choose the show or movie and then complain about what you pick, but he secretly enjoys all of your favorites

grumpy jeremiah isn’t very fun but you’re the only one who can calm him down when he’s in a mood

you wouldn’t even have to ask him to carry your purse when you’re out - he offers

both of your phones are full of selfies of each other, and of you as a couple, including his lock screen

some of the best ones have made it to his instagram, too

you guys don’t feel the need to talk every moment of the day, but he always texts you when something reminds him of you

everyone loves you, his family and the conklins both, and you’ve gone on all versions of double- and triple- dates with belly, conrad, steven, and shayla

he says the first i love you, at a moment when you least expect it, but it’s absolutely perfect

#tsitp imagine #tsitp fanfic #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah x you #jeremiah fisher x you #jeremiah #jeremiah x reader #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher imagine #jeremiah fisher fanfic #oc

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Congrats on your PhD acceptance!!! Was this the uni you wanted to do your PhD in, or is it a 'safe' choice?

It’s both the place I wanted the most and the one where I thought I had the highest chances of succeeding. I don’t think there’s such thing as a “safe” option when it comes to PhD programs and there is no point in applying to schools that you aren’t fully convinced about, but this uni for me did feel “safe” in the sense that this was one of the programs I knew the most about how it would be.

Last summer when I narrowed down the schools I wanted to apply to, I came up with 10 names, all places I would have been thrilled to attend – submitting a good application is so time-consuming that it’s not worth spending time over something I felt lukewarm about. No university was perfect, but none had drawbacks I couldn’t live with. As I was very sick in the fall (and still not feeling 100%), I knew I needed to focus my energy and not apply to all 10 this round. So, I decided to apply just to this university, with the fallback plan to apply to the 9 others next autumn if I didn’t get in.

The reason why was twofold. Firstly, there’s timing – I had been building a good relationship with several people in the department and the supervisor I wanted was hiring this year and this year only. I had momentum I needed to capitalize on, whereas for the other schools which cycle I’d apply wouldn’t matter much. Secondly, I thought that this was the program I would prefer over all others except one, given the choice. Two main reasons for this:

My supervisor!! I have concrete evidence that my supervisor will be a good one. She’s an expert when it comes to my specific methodology, which is super important to me, and she know so much about the topics I’m interested in – and she was the one introducing me to some of these in the first place. She’s very supportive and gives great feedback that actually pushes me further. She has a good network of other scholars. These are all things that will contribute to my success, more so than the name of the school. There are obviously great supervisors at other schools too, but here I know for sure

The money. In the context of the other universities I was considering (i.e. in Europe/UK), this is where I’m going to get paid the most. As I said, I would have also managed with a lower salary, but, trust me, knowing I’m going to get paid this much is a relief - living on £20k/€23k/$25k circa is too restrictive no matter the location. Not only I will not have to worry about money ever for the next four years, but I will also be able to put enough money aside to buy a house, because we're not talking about a 2-3k more, we're talking about almost double of what I would have gotten in other places. Because of the money and the benefits, I don’t have to feel like I’m putting my life on hold until the end of the PhD, but rather I can afford to do anything I want, be it travel or build a family or join the expensive pottery studio or whatever.

The drawback: this university is not well ranked worldwide. What will get my CV checked out for AP positions will not be the name of the institution, but rather my work, which is a lot of pressure because getting something under review at a top journal is no easy feat. At the end of the day, I would try to do my best and I would have high standards in any case, so at least I’m in an environment that will support me & if I struggle getting a job post-graduation I will have a safety net to fall back to.

The only place that would have been better / I would have chosen over this uni would have been INSEAD, but my chances of success with them were way lower (I’ve been told by them that my quant GRE score would already screen me out, even though I don’t even want to do quant research), so I don't mind too much not having applied.

#long rant!!#p #can you tell i value safety

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Ranking All the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Specials

So, I’m in the process of finishing the script for a review of all the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer specials. However, I don’t know if I will realistically be able to complete my video before Christmas, so here is my ranking of every Rudolph special, from best to worst.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964): Despite all the memes (“Deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable!”), the original Rankin/Bass Rudolph special holds up much better than most of the internet gives it credit for. It has memorable characters and songs, it is well-paced and does not try to cram too many subplots into its runtime, its stop-motion animation was quite good for the time (and has a unique charm nowadays), and it actually fixes most of the issues with the original song and story. It’s a classic. 9.5/10

Rudolph’s Shiny New Year (1976): The follow-up to the Rankin/Bass special is not as good as the first one, and the lesson of “If people laugh at you, it’s because you bring them joy and that’s a good thing!” is kind of reprehensible, but it’s still pretty alright. It certainly has some nice songs and creative ideas, and Red Skelton is charming as Father Time, although I can see why it didn’t become a holiday staple like the first one. For one thing, it’s less well-paced, and doubling it as a New Year’s special and as a celebration of America’s Bicentennial felt stranger. Still pretty good. 7/10

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1948): This Max Fleischer short aired a year before the song’s release and thus is more closely based on the original Rudolph story. The animation is kind of janky (as a lot of Max Fleischer’s shorts are in hindsight, even though he was an animation pioneer) and the story is a bit standard, but it’s still a decent short film and a noble enough screen debut for the character. 6/10

Rudolph and Frosty’s Christmas in July (1979): Rankin/Bass pulled out all of the stops for this big epic crossover film between Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Frosty the Snowman, and Santa Claus Is Coming to Town, their own Avengers: Endgame that also doubled as a sendoff for Rudolph and Frosty, who would never star in a Rankin/Bass project after this. However, despite some creative ideas, the plot felt all over the place, with far too many subplots and too much lore to keep track of, plus we did not need a explanation for Rudolph’s nose powers. We could have accepted it as simply being “magic,” and making him a chosen one poses more questions than it answers. Still, at least it was imaginative, which is more than I can say for the post-Rankin/Bass specials. 5.5/10

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer: The Movie (1998): GoodTimes Entertainment’s attempt at rebooting the franchise has diminishing returns, and reeks of the usual GoodTimes stench. The plot beats and characters felt very derivative of the original Rankin/Bass special, as a lot of GoodTimes movies feel derivative of other films, but this one felt even more obvious since even the songs themselves felt derivative of songs from the first Rankin/Bass one. And the $10 million budget clearly didn’t go to the writing or animation, so I have to wonder where it went. Presumably to the voice cast, and while it does bring in some well-known voice actors (including John Goodman, Whoopi Goldberg, Debbie Reynolds, and Monty Python’s Eric Idle), they cannot save this special from mediocrity. 4/10

Rudolph’s Lessons for Life (1996): There’s a reason this special has been forgotten and isn’t even mentioned on Wikipedia. I only found out about it thanks to TV Tropes. Rudolph’s Lessons for Life feels like a remake of Max Fleischer’s Rudolph short, but a lot worse. At least the Fleischer short was good for the time. This special’s framerate feels like a PowerPoint presentation at points. The only copies that exist of this special are 240p VHS rips, so don’t bother watching unless you are a serious Rudolph completionist. 2/10

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and the Island of Misfit Toys (2001): GoodTimes Entertainment’s second attempt at a Rudolph movie, this one continues from the original Rankin/Bass special and ignores the two sequels. This movie easily has the worst animation of all of them, summoning memories of Foodfight! to mind, and even if you look past the animation, it’s seriously uninspired. The plot lifts beats from the original Rankin/Bass special, and the villain is ripped from Toy Story 2. Perhaps the only decent plot element is a subplot about an island where toys can get plastic surgery? But even then, it’s wasted because they do nothing with it. And the celebrity voice cast--including Richard Dreyfuss, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Rick Moranis--do nothing to help. This is bad. Awful. Burn it. Purge it with fire. 1/10

And that’s my ranking! What do you guys think? Leave your own rankings in the comments below, feel free to discuss if you have any questions, and look out for my review sometime next month!

#rudolph the red nosed reindeer #christmas #christmas specials #ranking #rankin/bass #animation #cartoon #rudolph #jamie lee curtis #rick moranis #richard dreyfuss #john goodman #debbie reynolds #whoopi goldberg #eric idle

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Okay I know I just went over this earlier and a did make a tutorial on TikTok but I feel like saying it here,

burning CDS is easy as FUCK

Or, a little explanation on how I make custom CDs

disclaimer: I use windows so if you use anything else I’m so sorry

I’ll add pictures to go along with this later!!!

things you absolutely NEED

a computer/laptop

(If said computer/laptop doesn’t have a built in disc drive) an external disc drive (there are pretty good ones for like 20-25 dollars!!)

CDs/DVDs obviously (either R or RW, the only difference is that you can rewrite RW CDs and DVDs)

also! DVDs obviously hold picture and video as well as audio, so do what you want with those

Technically step one

if you thrifted CDs like I did, or found really old ones in a box in your home somewhere, MAKE SURE THEY ARE EMPTY!!! If you want to keep the stuff on them, there’s an option to rip them in windows media player legacy (which is what I use to burn them as well)

then to erase it, open file explorer, click on the CD/DVD in your disc drive, click the three dots on the toolbar and select “Erase this disc” (this usually doesn’t take too long)

Actual Step One

if you want to make a mixtape, make a Spotify playlist of all the songs you want and copy the link to it (or any other platform, I just find it easier to make a Spotify playlist because I can download it), if you’re just doing an album then get the link of that album instead (make sure both of them can actually fit on the CD you have! Mine can hold like…74 minutes of music)

then use this handy little Spotify downloader to download a zip file of all the songs (sometimes it messes up and will exclude some, make sure to double check they’re all in there…if not you can download them individually too)

Step Two

in your files, open up the zip file of all the music, select them all, and copy them to music (there’s a whole section for it that media player uses, trust me you’ll see it)

then open windows media player legacy and double check it’s in there—usually it’s gathered by artist

step two and a half

Okay so most of the time I go to organize -> settings -> privacy -> and uncheck all the top boxes. You don’t have to, I just do that…idk why I just have.

Step Three (the easy part)

first make sure the CD is set as an audio CD (and also that it’s actually in the disc drive), and click the burn tab

drag all the songs you want on the CD into the burn list, and reorder them however you’d like! There are options to shuffle them and organize them specific ways if you’d like. Once you have everything all set you can click start burn and all you have to do is wait! It’ll eject once it’s done

Step 4 (optional)

If you have a jewel case, you can print or draw your own custom covers and backs!!!! You can also draw on CDs with a sharpie marker if you’d like. Just remember that slim cases have different sizing than standard cases. There’s also stickers for CDs that cover the fronts of them(? Or so I’ve been told…)

Step 5

make sure the CD actually works, try playing it on a different device if you can, and enjoy!!!

Step “what if I don’t have a CD player?”

well I’m gonna tell you you probably do and just don’t know it! do you have a DVD player laying around your house? That’s a CD player! do you have an old ass computer that would suck with burning the CDs itself but still has a disc drive an everything? That’s a CD Player!

do you have a shitty old karaoke machine? Chances are it has a spot for CDs! THATS A CD PLAYER!

Of course you can get a new one if none of these are functional devices for you or you just don’t have them, but I just wanted to point out that a lot of things can be used to play CDs

or you can help me bring back Walkmans and discmans….if you’re listening to music on the go…./silly

Also! Some cars have spots to play CDs in them!! Your CD doesn’t have to be limited to your home!!!

also also, I’m 70% sure that a lot of game consoles can play DVDs but not CDs. Saying thing incase the information is valuable for someone who wants to watch a good movie on DVD or something….

#S.K thinks #Made an edit to point out that a lot of things are CD players

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Charles Augustus Milverton pt 2

We return to The Worst.

“You would not call me a marrying man, Watson?” “No, indeed!” “You’ll be interested to hear that I am engaged.” “My dear fellow! I congrat—” “To Milverton’s housemaid.”

Holmes.

Holmes... did you...

Did you fucking seduce some poor woman just to get information?

“But the girl, Holmes?”

Thank you, Watson!

“You can’t help it, my dear Watson. You must play your cards as best you can when such a stake is on the table. However, I rejoice to say that I have a hated rival who will certainly cut me out the instant that my back is turned."

There's that, I supposed. But I am disappoint.

I did not remember this part of the story.

I seemed to see every possible result of such an action—the detection, the capture, the honoured career ending in irreparable failure and disgrace, my friend himself lying at the mercy of the odious Milverton.

You're acting like this is the first burglary he's committed, Watson. This isn't even the hundredth burglary he's committed.

Though I do appreciate this glimpse into Watson's anxiety.

“Yes,” I said; “it is morally justifiable so long as our object is to take no articles save those which are used for an illegal purpose.”

Watson ponders the nature of ethics and morality and contemplates the justness of the justice system.

A case of two wrongs making a right?

"Between ourselves, Watson, it’s a sporting duel between this fellow Milverton and me. He had, as you saw, the best of the first exchanges; but my self-respect and my reputation are concerned to fight it to a finish.”

Holmes: I can take him. Let me at him. I can take him!

Watson: Only if I come, too!

Holmes: NO! You might get arrested.

Watson: I feel like there are some double standards here.

"You know, Watson, I don’t mind confessing to you that I have always had an idea that I would have made a highly efficient criminal."

We know, Holmes. You talk about it all the time. One of your favourite things to say is 'if I were a criminal, I would be very good at it.' In the last story you told a police officer all about how you sort of wanted to be a burglar... and in fact are a burglar because you keep burgling places.

This is not a secret! It is the opposite of a secret! You would tell someone that you kind of want to be a criminal if you just happened to be standing behind them in a queue!

I'm surprised you don't introduce yourself as 'Sherlock Holmes, private detective, which is a good thing because I've always been convinced I would make an excellent criminal.'

Literally no one is surprised that you have a state-of-the-art burglary kit lying around.

And no one is surprised that Watson will make the masks.

"On the other hand, like all these stout, little men who do themselves well, he is a plethoric sleeper. Agatha—that’s my FIANCEE—says it is a joke in the servants’ hall that it’s impossible to wake the master."

I see no reason for this capitalisation other than Holmes shouting the word like he wants the world to know.

This is so weird.

The place was locked, but Holmes removed a circle of glass and turned the key from the inside.

He's not even picking the lock, he's literally cutting holes in the windows.

He seized my hand in the darkness and led me swiftly past banks of shrubs which brushed against our faces. Holmes had remarkable powers, carefully cultivated, of seeing in the dark. Still holding my hand in one of his he opened a door, and I was vaguely conscious that we had entered a large room in which a cigar had been smoked not long before.

Hand-holding and B&E, the perfect date!

We were in Milverton’s study, and a PORTIERE at the farther side showed the entrance to his bedroom.

Ooooh, it was capitalised because fiance is a french word... okay then. Sure. We'll go with that.

My first feeling of fear had passed away, and I thrilled now with a keener zest than I had ever enjoyed when we were the defenders of the law instead of its defiers. The high object of our mission, the consciousness that it was unselfish and chivalrous, the villainous character of our opponent, all added to the sporting interest of the adventure. Far from feeling guilty, I rejoiced and exulted in our dangers.

Watson:

With a glow of admiration I watched Holmes unrolling his case of instruments and choosing his tool with the calm, scientific accuracy of a surgeon who performs a delicate operation.

Too late.

I understood the joy which it gave him to be confronted with this green and gold monster, the dragon which held in its maw the reputations of many fair ladies.

Wow. This imagery is intense. Holmes playing on Watson's chivalric instincts really went deep, huh? A dragon with ladies' reputations in its maw. Watson's out there fancying himself a modern-day St George, I guess.

Then the footsteps continued backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, within a few yards of us. Finally, there was a creak from a chair, and the footsteps ceased. Then a key clicked in a lock and I heard the rustle of papers.

Dun dun duuuuuuuuun

Cliffhanger time.

Now, I do think I remember what happens next. But still. Who has come into the room? Will Holmes and Watson be discovered and their career change into crime be cut off before it can truly flourish? Will Watson ever get over this simultaneous hit to both his competency kink and his chivalry kink? We may never know.

#Letters from Watson #Charles Augustus Milverton #Sherlock Holmes #long post

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Can you PLEASE help try and understand why I find it so hard to tell if my collegue likes me? He's told me he isn't the one to chase a women and that he would wait for someone who meets his standards to go for him. There's this flirtiness between us and have deep conversations, but I just dont wanna make the first move without more signs..He's a Scorpio Sun, Capricorn Venus, Libra Mars. Help me understand some signs if I should go for it. Im personally a Aries sun, Taurus Venus and Scorpio Mars

You know, that’s really tough.

It’s the ol’ Aries in love with the Scorpio.

I’m an Aries and I was once in love with a Scorpio. We slept around a bunch, but he never relationshipped me, which is what I wanted!

In the end, it was very traumatic.

In synastry, Aries make a Quincunx aspect with Scorpio. It’s when 2 planets are 150degrees apart.

Here is a quote from online:

//“Here’s what makes Quincunxs challenging aspects: “Quincunx have nothing in common, like two irreconcilable notions,” says DeFranco. //

I do think Quincunx is a very hot 🥵 aspect, but it seems like the signs can barely understand each other.

Aries is DIRECT energy. Scorpio is INDIRECT energy. What they have in common is that they’re both ruled by MARS. 🔥 (but Scorpio is also ruled by Pluto in modern astrology)

The only advice I can give you is to tell you about the mistakes I made in my situationship with a Scorpio, since I have never successfully dated one:

1. Don’t insult them. Aries can get this way sometimes. We are hot headed and impatient and we want what we want. And sometimes we do it just to flirt or seem funny. Insults roll off us, so why not them? It will not roll off them. They will hold onto it for eternity. That’s the Pluto in them.

2. Don’t sleep with them. Scorpios are s3xy individuals and they know this. But s3x isn’t what they’re after — they’re looking for a deeper connection. They want soul mate energy. S3x is nothing to them compared to MAKING LOVE! They want to bare their all to someone. They want to feel HELD and CHERISHED. They understand the difference of “just s3x” and they think it’s cheap, even though they indulge in it constantly (double standards). They want to be with someone that they can see themselves starting a family with, so they’re not looking for a loose woman. They test people.

3. Above all else: Be their friend first. You can’t force someone to love you, tragically. But you do have the control to be someone’s friend. Scorpios are terribly misunderstood and more than anything they want that friend they can talk to anything about. Be patient. Give them their space. Go on a nature walk with them. (Pretty sure they enjoy quiet areas with nature). Invite them to hang out and do peaceful things together (since they’re a water sign, they are very sensitive to energies and can’t be around too many ppl for too long). They like to pretend they’re tough, but they’re soft. Way more soft than an Aries can even admit to be.

4. Be vulnerable with them. This is a very challenging thing for an Aries to do — being vulnerable. We spend our whole lives pretending we are TOUGH AS NAILS AND NO ONE CAN HURT US. But we are the babies of the zodiac (the first sign) and we aren’t as tough as we like to think we are. If you have known this guy a long time and are dying to tell him how you feel — just do it! But be completely honest. No jokes to lighten the mood. No insults to seem more macho. Just be vulnerable. Put yourself out there, even if he might break and shatter your heart. Do it anyway. This is the only way to a Scorpios heart. They need to know if you’re just as soft as they are. That makes them feel safe.

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Hey! Could I request maybe a fic where your and kurts fans have been trolling you non stop that kurts cheated on you but it hits a breaking point when a photoshopped image hits Twitter. When he next sees you you tell him to go away that you don’t wanna see him rn and he’s confused ugly crying with no idea what he’s done wrong. When you tell him he shows you it’s photoshop and soothes you that he loves you and only you. Basically it’s the first time he actually gets really spiteful towards having a fanbase. Np if it’s not your type of thing or anything!

I LOVE THIS IDEA FR!

the perfect pair (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

this is cannon to my other stories! mentions of alcohol but that’s about it. this one kinda hurt to write lmao

you were tired after working a double shift, angry that one of your coworkers decided to not show up. you cursed yourself for being such a pushover sometimes, not ever standing up for yourself. you had to cancel on kurt for the night and it made you sad because you really wanted to film with him.

the drive home was unbearable, your legs felt like utter shit since you were tasked with running around and stocking food shelves for too long. your music was quiet, mumbling along to your monthly playlist. you got a few messages from kurt but you ignored them until you got home.

as you parked, you noticed your roommate was home and had another car over. you quickly got all your stuff together and ran up the stairs to your apartment, fumbling for your keys. you managed to find it and unlock your house door. you dropped your bag on the floor next to the welcome mat. you looked up and was quickly greeted with your roommate and a few other people pouring shots, quiet and staring. you felt so uninvited that you picked your bag back up and stomped off to your room.

you threw everything down on the floor and started undressing. you found some pajamas and got them on fast. you threw yourself onto your messy bed and sighed, finally feeling okay.

you opened your phone and noticed it was already 10:20 pm. you can't believe you were suppose to be gone by three in the afternoon, you could've been able to see kurt. you rolled your eyes in annoyance at the situation. you clicked on kurt's messages:

kurt: how was ur shift?💙

kurt: i miss u tbh ☹️

kurt: bobby is being not the nicest and i wish u were here with us 💔🙃

you smiled at his cute messages and responded telling him that you would see him tomorrow. he was free for the day and so were you, content for your fans would be nonstop tomorrow. you soon found yourself on twitter looking at your timeline.

it was all pretty standard tweets, people just messing around. you checked your replies on your newer tweets, always loving what people had to say. you noticed some people talking about how they saw kurt with another girl. you shrug it off and switch back to aimlessly scrolling. people pull weird shit like that all the time.

you found a thread on kurt that had showed up because one of the fan accounts you followed retweeted it. it was titled ‘why i don’t think kurt and (y/n) aren’t actually together’

you and kurt hadn’t made yourselves exclusive yet and especially hadn’t told the internet what had been going on between the two of you. your relationship was a point of attraction to your guys’ content. everyone was on the ‘will they or won’t they’ train. you both did play up for the camera, accidentally saying something slightly off or holding gazes too long. they ate it up every time, the viewers making edits, fan art, and fanfiction. it was something else.

kurt: i know we will see each other tomorrow but i want u rn 😭

you: maybe you can pick me up after i wake up and get ready? then we will have the whole day together :)

kurt’s message gave you anxiety for a moment, scared that he knew what you were reading or something. when you finished answering him, you went back to twitter. you read through people’s ‘proof’ which was weird and utter bs.

then you came across an image of kurt and a girl. the tweet had said that he had been seen with a different girl and they were caught kissing. your heart nearly shattered. you didn’t understand why you were so upset, you guys weren’t fully official anyways but for the last month you both had been all over each other. hell, you were his first kiss and his first cuddle, most of his firsts. no way he used you for that and then turned around to start with other girls.

you shut your phone off and tears started streaming down your face. you didn’t know what to do. you thought kurt wanted to be with you. he talked about how much he cared about you, how happy you make him, how he wants to always please you…

this couldn’t be happening.

you cried yourself to sleep, more exhausted than before.

you woke up to the sound of your roommate slamming the front door. you stretched and sat up, looking around your room in a tired daze. you saw your alarm clock said it was already the afternoon. you were shocked at how tired you actually were but you got up.

you noticed your phone had a bunch of notifications from kurt asking if you were still sleeping and when he should get you. he was always spamming messages which didn’t bother you none. you told him that you had just gotten up and that you were getting ready.

as you sent the message you remembered what you had saw the night previous. you opened your phone up to check twitter again, hoping it was just a bad dream, your brain pulling pranks.

soon your whole feed was talking about it. you threw your phone against the bed in a fit of rage. you didn’t want to back out of hanging out with kurt, you thought maybe you could confront him. you knew kurt wasn’t the smartest, maybe he just took a picture with a fan and she asked for a kiss on the cheek so he did it?

you weren’t completely sure.

you took a shower and dried your hair, then just getting in some comfy clothes. you just wore black leggings and a white tank top, a red jacket zipped up to your chest. you put on a pair of vans and kurt had already said he was there. you sighed and put your hair up with a claw clip then headed to your front door. you opened it and jumped at the sight of kurt being right there, smiling his goofy smile.

“shit kurt!” you said, hand over your heart. “you scared me.”

“i just wanted to see you,” he smiled. “wanted to walk you to the car n’ stuff.”

you nodded and nervously bit your lip, hesitating to walk out the door for a moment.

“can i talk to you before we leave actually?” you nervously held onto your arm.

“yeah of course!” he came in and closed the door behind him.

you awkwardly started pacing, nervous to say anything. tears already started rolling and you didn’t know how to stop them.

“what’s wrong?” he said, his tone changing from the happy demeanor he had.

“the girl,” you started talking, voice trembling.

“what girl?” he asked quickly.

“why w-were you with another girl?” you managed to choke out with minor hesitations.

he gave you a confused look, pushing the hair out of his face. he leaned on the arm of the couch.

“i haven’t been with any other girl?” he perked up.

that made you angry. he shouldn’t play stupid. he’s better than that.

“kurt, don’t fuck with me,” you said in disbelief. “you used me because i was nice to you and now because you have like-more followers or something, you push me to the side? it’s fucked up.”

he tried to walk up to you but you gently pushed him away.

“what’s going on?” he said in a panicked tone. “i don’t know why you would say that, i care about you and- like a lot!”

“no you don’t!” you yelled, tears streaming down and the situation escalated. “just get out kurt, you can find some other bitch to make content with. i’m out.”

he was crying as well, hurt that you would insinuate he’s lying. he didn’t want to make content with anyone else, he didn’t want to leave you. he didn’t understand where any of this was coming from. he wanted to kiss you and prove that he wanted you.

“i’m s-serious,” he cried out. “i don’t know what you are on-on about!”

he choked out desperate cries like a child trying to state their case. you furiously pulled out your phone and went straight to twitter as he sniffled in the background. you found the picture almost instantly, your heart sinking all over again, more tears drowning out kurt’s heavy breathing.

“this!” you shoved the phone in his face. “i thought we were like, together kurt!”

he grabbed the phone and looked at it, wiping his eyes with his jacket sleeve. his brows furrowed and he tilted his head slightly.

“that’s a screenshot from one of my old videos,” he mumbled out. “i don’t know who that girl is.”

“bullshit!” you screamed out.

he started scrolling, and you just cried harder. you hadn’t felt this bad since you had first moved to california. this shattered your heart. he was the first real friend you had made and you guys both went viral together. he was the reason you had anything.

he then shows the phone to you, showing you the exact photo of him minus the girl. it was in fact from his youtube video.

you felt mortified, embarrassed, awkward… you looked crazy the way you were sobbing.

you grabbed your phone and turned it off, throwing it on the couch. he looked at you with red tear stained puppy dog eyes.

“you don’t have to worry (y/n),” he sniffled out.

you immediately cling onto him, engulfing him in a hug. you held on tight and he reciprocated. you didn’t want to let go.

“i’m so sorry,” you cried again. “i just saw the picture and everyone was saying that you were cheating. i’ve never been cheated on so i felt so sick.”

he held onto the back of your head and he pulled away to look down at you. he wiped the tears from under your eyes and you smiled up at him.

“i would never,” he reassured, his thumb under your jaw. “i’m gonna be here for a long time-uh, if that’s okay obviously.”

you laughed and closed your eyes nodding. he pulled you in again, rubbing your back as you squeezed tight. he was angry, why would people want to put something like this out to get in between you two? his fans always said dumb shit in his lives or on his youtube comments, but no one had actually crossed boundaries before. he didn’t even have any boundaries, he let people say horrible shit about him or write nasty fanfiction that wasn’t for the faint of heart. he never told his viewers what was right or wrong and now he was going to have to come out with your relationship and tell them to knock it off.

“hey (y/n),” kurt whispered against your head.

“mhm?” you hummed out.

“i think we should tell the viewers that we are like dating-or seeing each other, not dating sorry.” he fumbled his words per usual.

“we can tell them that we are dating,” you pulled away to look at him, your arms still around his waist.

“actually? like you want to?” he asked, his eyes big.

“yeah,” you smiled. “i just nearly lost it as you for being with another girl, i think we are basically dating.”

he giggled and pulled you into a kiss, surprising you that he initiated the kiss first.

#joe keery #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle x fem reader #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle/reader #kurtsworld96 #spree #spree movie

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The criticism of Angel Reese is an old but consistent story in sports. When white athletes are demonstrative, they’re playing with passion and showing their love of the game. When Black athletes reveal their feelings, they’re disgraceful and “classless.”

Black women receive especially harsh scrutiny when they show confidence, cockiness, or any other strong emotion. Serena Williams dealt with this throughout her entire career. Remember the pearl-clutching that occurred when the tennis legend did the “C-Walk”—on the grass court at Wimbledon, no less—after beating Maria Sharapova at the 2012 Olympics? Also known as the “Crip Walk,” the dance originated with the Los Angeles Crips gang in the 1970s before crossing over into popular culture. A lot of non-gang-affiliated Angelenos—including Williams, who grew up in Compton—do this dance as a tribute to the L.A. area. When the NBA player Brent Barry, who is white, did the C-Walk during the 2003 NBA All-Star Weekend’s three-point shooting contest, nobody accused him of irresponsibly promoting gang culture.

Reese has dealt with these double standards and hypocrisies throughout her career, even back in high school, when she was one of the top-rated players in the nation. On a website that covers women’s basketball, an opposing high-school coach questioned “celebrating a player (w god given height and talent) and zero humility or impulse control. As a female coach of female high school ballers, I find this behavior repulsive, unacceptable, unflattering and unnecessary. You can have swag while not acting like a punk. Highlight some other girls in the conference who aren’t as genetically gifted.”

In January, during LSU’s narrow 79–76 victory over Arkansas, Reese received a technical foul after blocking a shot with one hand while holding her shoe, which had come off, in the other. After the block, Reese stared down Arkansas’ Samara Spencer. The two exchanged words and Reese was given the penalty.

The spectacular play went viral, but an intense debate broke out among fans about Reese’s behavior—even though male players are often celebrated when they make similar moves and jeer their opponent. Despite the significant advancements women have made in sports, they are still sometimes told that it’s unseemly for them to be as aggressive and in-your-face as men.

Reese’s bold play and her appearance—she wears long hair and long lashes and carries herself unapologetically—has made her a target. “All year I was critiqued about who I was,” Reese told reporters after LSU’s championship victory. “I’m too hood, I’m too ghetto—y’all told me that all year. When other people do it, y’all don’t say nothing. This was for the girls that look like me.”

Black women are constantly stereotyped as overly aggressive and confrontational. A couple of days before the controversy with Reese unfolded, the University of South Carolina coach Dawn Staley, who is Black, scolded reporters for characterizing her team, most of whose members are Black, as bullies. It was as if she was forecasting what Reese was about to face. “We’re not bar fighters,” Staley said. “We’re not thugs. We’re not monkeys. We’re not street fighters. This team exemplifies how you need to approach basketball on the court and off the court … Some of the people in the media, when you’re gathering in public, you’re saying things about our team and you’re being heard.”

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#angel reese #double standards #two americas #racism #racialized misogyny #racial stereotypes

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 2 years

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Better with Age

In which Shuji is old and introduces the novel concept of "women years" to you. And there's cake bc it's Shuji's birthday.

notes: Shuji isn't serious ever yall know not to get angry over a dumb joke, surely. Reader and Shuji's relationship left undefined but they care very much for each other in some way. tragically unedited. Happy Shuji Day!

“Happy birthday, jackass!” you sang the words and turned the corner in your apartment to reveal Shuji’s birthday cake. No one who knew you two would be shocked by the bright purple script on plain white buttercream frosting that read you’re still alive, unfortunately. A simple happy birthday could never cut it, not since Shuji pulled his congrats, you’re legal birthday cake stunt at your 18th birthday. In front of your parents, no less. “Sorry there’s no candles, we didn’t have enough, ya old fuck.”

“Old fuck? Who do you think you’re calling an old fuck?” He said, eyebrow cocked in a frankly shockingly confident display of denial of his age.

“Your 33 year old ass.”

“Better than being,” his eyes flicker upward for a second and his right pointer finger draws nonsensical lines in the air with a precision that suggested real math, “38.”

You gape at him, mouth open and eyes narrowed a tiny bit, but your lips curl up at the edges, poised to laugh any second and betray your mock annoyance, “38?? I’m only 25 Shuji.”

Shuji juts his chin out and to the side ever so slightly, mocking how a pensive academic making a rebuttal in some debate might, “In standard years maybe, but haven’t you heard women age one and a half years for every one a man ages?”

“Shut up.”

“You’re basically over the hill, y/n.” He half shrugs and digs a finger into the cake frosting and then to his mouth where he sucks the digit clean of its diabetes inducing coating. “I literally don’t make the rules.”

“Women do not age in dog years!” You half laugh the exclamation, jerking the cake back from his reach. The apples of your cheeks are blurry at the bottom of your sight and for some reason something shifts and everything just feels right. Like you were meant to bicker with this idiot your whole life.

Shuji huffs disapproval at your stinginess with the cake or your words. Maybe both. “Of course women don’t age in dog years. Dog years are seven to one standard year, you silly goose.” The tall man leans over to boop your nose. He even has the nerve to do it with his sticky, sugary finger and laugh when you wrinkle your nose and dip away. “Now give me that cake-“

“You’re trying to make yourself feel better and it’s honestly a sad look, you know that?” There’s nothing but amusement behind your words as you two banter.

“Feel better? Why would I feel anything but great, doll? Men age like fine wine-“

God you could just kiss that dumb look right off his face.

“That was the last straw.” You declare, and with dexterity even you didn’t realize you had, you climbed up the kitchen counter all while balancing the cake on a hand. For once you smirked down at him, holding something out of his reach. “Get fucked, shortie.” You jeered down at him.

“Ya little shit,” Shuji’s hand half darted to your ankle. It was only meant to be a bluff to spook you into coming down, but instinct made you reach up and hop out of reach. The wet splat of icing followed by the dull thud of the plate knocking ceiling was deafening. It drew both your eyes to the cake you gingerly peeled off the ceiling, little chunks and crumbs lopping off from where the plate dug into the softness of the spongey cake. You looked at each other for a few long seconds before the giggles started. Shuji’s giggles were infectious like nothing else. It wasn’t long until the cake was discarded, and you were doubled over laughing hysterically on the counter, head rested on Shuji’s shoulder.

When the laughter turned to half huffs to catch your breath, as you were wiping tears from your eyes, Shuji piped up, “Can I get a rain check on that?”

“Survive another year and I’ll bake for you again.”

He kisses your forehead then, quick but soft and somehow packed with fondness. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“You’re the worst,” You say, but I love you is what he hears.

#hanma shuji #shuji hanma #shuji hanma x reader #look maybe theyre friends maybe theyre together #pls don't @ me for using the tag T.T #anyway #happy birthday hanma shuji #my darling #the light of my life

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Useful Tips: Pie Edition

I am my family’s Official Pie Provider for the Thanksgiving feast, and since I’ve seen several posts of Thanksgiving advice, I thought I’d share mine.

If you’re going to Thanksgiving at someone else’s house, pie is a great contribution that won’t require oven/stove space or otherwise throw off the host’s prep schedule--and there are plenty of easy-mode options.

This advice is mainly for those baking for omnivores; however, my extended family includes one vegan and one gluten-free person in the usual Thanksgiving crowd, so I have tips for accommodating those dietary restrictions.

1. There’s no shame in using purchased pie crust. For a single-crust pie, like pumpkin or pecan, the frozen ones that come in a foil pan work well. For a double-crust pie, like apple, the refrigerated kind that you put in your own pan work better. They’re usually near the biscuits and rolls that come in a tube.

2. If you decide on a from-scratch pie crust, I use Betty Crocker’s recipe. Use vegetable shortening (like Crisco), all-purpose white flour (the basic stuff that comes in a 5-pound sack) and ice-cold water. Pastry chemistry is delicate, so unless you’re an expert, don’t experiment with substituting different fats or flours. (The linked recipe is already vegan; for gluten-free I do a crustless option. I can’t speak to any other dietary restrictions, other than to urge you to seek out a piecrust recipe designed and tested for that need, rather than attempting substitutions on a standard recipe.)

3. The secret to tender, flaky pastry is to handle it as little as possible. Once you put the water in, you’re mixing just enough to get it to hold together. Do your best to get it rolled out and into the pie plate in one try. If it tears when you pick it up, try to stick it back together in the pie plate rather than rolling it out again.

4. Pumpkin pie is one of the easiest pies you can make! The recipe from the Libby’s can is what everyone likes & expects at Thanksgiving. (Feel free to use store-brand canned pumpkin--they’re all the same--but get the recipe from the Libby’s website.) There are two common beginner mistakes with it, but I’m about to tell you how to avoid both of them:

First, make sure you buy evaporated milk, not condensed. (They are right next to each other; if you’re there in the store and you aren’t 100% sure you remember which you need, grab a can of Libby’s pumpkin from the shelf and look.)

Second, read the baking instructions the whole way through. (You have to start it at one temperature and then turn it down.)

5. Pecan pie is just about as easy as pumpkin. Use the recipe from the Karo syrup bottle. (Store-brand corn syrup is fine, just get the recipe from the Karo website.)

6. The classic apple pie is a little more time-consuming, since you have to peel and slice the apples, but it isn’t difficult. I use the Betty Crocker recipe. This one is the easiest of the Thanksgiving classics to make vegan--just leave out the butter, and make sure your pie crust doesn’t contain milk. (They usually don’t, but check just in case.)

7. Speaking of dietary restrictions, if anyone at your Thanksgiving table eats gluten-free, you can bake some of the pumpkin pie filling separately for them. (If you’re using a purchased crust, the recipe from the Libby’s can will probably make a little more filling than will fit anyway.) Just put it in an oven-safe dish and stick it in the oven with the pie. (My cousin who eats gluten-free doesn’t require cross-contamination precautions, but if you aren’t sure about the person at your Thanksgiving table, ask them!)

8. Finally, here’s another easy fruit pie recipe. This one uses a simple from-scratch shortcrust, that you mix up and then press into the pan, so it’s a good option if you aren’t confident with pastry but don’t want to buy a pre-made crust. The recipe is for peach pie, but you can do it with apples or pears for more of a fall flavor if you want. Just make sure you slice them thinly & check for tenderness at the end of the baking time--being a firmer fruit, they might need a few minutes longer than the recipe says.

#pie #thanksgiving #baking #life tips

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