over the course of more than a week

I work at Walmart. This week we had to let three associates go because over the course of our last two quarters our losses due to theft more than doubled, and we need to cut costs in the departments these associates worked in. All three of these associates have children; two of them are single parents. If you make a habit of shoplifting from stores because “the company makes billions every year so they can handle a few hundred dollars in losses,” think about that, and think about the lives you’re ruining. We lose our jobs when you do what you do. Don’t pretend it doesn’t affect us.

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Bisexual Visibility Day [September 23rd]

Callie Torres is the longest running bisexual character in the history of television and she is played by real life bisexual Latina superhero Sara Ramirez. Over the course of her eleven seasons on Grey’s Anatomy, she was married to a man and a woman, both of whom she loved deeply. She never shied away from calling herself bisexual, whether as confrontation or as comfort. There’s really no way to overstate her impact. But she’s more than just what she accomplished. Callie was a joy to watch on TV. Smart and savvy and silly and relentlessly loyal to the people she loved. 

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“I know a place we could go
No one has been there, and no one will know
There it is quiet, forget the violence
You’ve tried so hard to ignore” 

My friend: Are you okay?

What I say: Yeah, I’m good.

What I actually mean: I can’t stop thinking about how Tony Stark “adopting” Nebula would be the greatest thing of all time cause like, Nebula’s had a really shit life dealt for her and Tony knows exactly what it’s like to never live up to “Daddy Dearest’s Standards” so he would be the best new dad ever. There’s also the fact that Tony’s an engineer and Nebula is two screws away from being an android, so we could have a really cute parallel of Tony fixing Nebula emotionally while actually fixing her body parts to make them hurt less. Just imagine Tony bringing her home to Pepper from Titan and being like, “This is Nebs. She’s scary and could kill me with her pinky toe, but she’s been neglected by a purple grape. I’ve known her for less than a week, but I love her. Can we keep her, Pepper? Please?” Of course, Nebula would act all stony and emotionless, but deep inside she’s secretly hopeful that, especially after losing her sister, there is someone in the galaxy who will simply appreciate her for who she is and doesn’t expect more than she can do-

How an ‘army of women’ confronted gymnastics doctor Larry Nassar

There was the one who is pregnant, and the one who still has braces.

The one with six Olympic medals, and the one who went into medicine like her mentor.

The one who said she forgives Larry Nassar, and the one who told him, “I hate you so much.”

Over the course of an extraordinary week, they stood up and spoke out in a Michigan courtroom, telling the world how Nassar — doctor to the stars in the high-pressure world of gymnastics — molested them over and over again during appointments.

Read more of the words of more than 150 accusers here. 

anonymous asked:

Also....I have one more. What about assassin andrew being sent to kill neil but falls in love instead au ❤❤❤

Mostly, Andrew Minyard slits his marks’ throats. One clean slice on the side, a severed carotid artery, blood flow to the brain cut off. A quick death. Not out of mercy, but out of necessity—cutting major veins is too messy, and severing a windpipe is too slow.

So Andrew Minyard goes for the carotid arteries. Mostly.

Neil turns to the next page in the folder. Some of Minyard’s earlier victims were strangled to death. A few have been shot, though likely as a last resort—police reports mention signs of a struggle, bullets in the back of the head like they were trying to get away.

Well, “victims” is a subjective term. Implies faultlessness. Innocence. Andrew Minyard’s victims are never faultless or innocent. Before the Moriyamas hired him, Andrew Minyard operated like a vicious Robin Hood, or a Batman-for-pay, taking relatively small fees to rid real victims of their abusers.

And now he’s after Neil.

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sleep.

summary: #bittercoffee. bucky can’t sleep. the nightmares are back.
word count: 2.3k, you’re welcome
rating: eh, nothing too steamy
a/n: i had a dream i snuggled the fuck! outta bucky, so here u go.

Over the last week and a half, Bucky has become more of a constant in your life than you even imagined possible.

He’d come in for his coffee, watch you and Matt (but mostly you; he was keeping a running tally on how many ways you wore your hair) chatter on about whatever was on the television, and he’d wave goodbye. You, of course, on your way out the door, would send him a text on that stupid flip phone he has. He’s not good at texting - not at all, but you liked to think he was trying for your sake.

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Circles and Lines (SMUT)

A/N: hi this is the first time I’ve ever written anything that wasn’t for school let alone a smut (imagine having to write smut for school rip) sooOoOoo I hope it’s not too shitty!!

“Come overrrrrrrrrr.” Your best friend of years, Gray whined through the phone. You let out a deep sigh. You’ve been working your ass off all week, trying to balance school and YouTube. Not anywhere near as popular as the twins, of course, but you’re working your way up, it’s been a dream of yours since a kid to be known.

“Grayson I’m exhausted. Please, let a girl relax.”

“I have a great idea! Come over and relax here!”

“You’re not giving up anytime soon, are you?”

“Nope!”

“Ugh. Fine. I’ll be there in 30.”

“Thanks, love you Y/N!”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” You hung up, sagging your shoulders. You loved Grayson (more than he’d ever know sadly), but it felt like a chore getting into the car and driving to their home. Your shoulders were throbbing in pain as you were silently cursing yourself for giving in so easily.

Once parked in his driveway, approaching the door to knock, it swung open showcasing a smiley Grayson, immediately engulfing you in a giant hug.

“Y/N! I missed you so much!” He said in the same voice one would talk to a baby in.

“Gray, I saw you last week. Calm down.”

“That’s a week too long. I missed my favorite person.” He pulled away and frowned. Your cheeks turned red from his words and your heart beat a little quicker from such a small comment.

“Alright, alright, let me into your house now.” He stepped to the side and you walked in, making a beeline to the couch, flopping onto it immediately. Unfortunately and accidentally, a lot of weight was put onto your shoulders and a yelp in pain followed.

“What’s wrong?” Grayson asked, lifting your feet so he could sit.

“It’s my shoulders. They hurt like real bitches. I hope I’m ok, but it shouldn’t be anything too bad.” You said, reaching to rub the spots that hurt the most but they were too far of a stretch.

“Ah I know that pain all too well. Usually a massage makes it feel better though. Do you want a massage?”

“Oh ha no that’s alright, I’ll be A-ok.” You could barely handle what his hands did to your body just LOOKING at them. You can’t imagine what kind of malfunction your brain would go through if the feeling of his rough hands trailed your skin.

“I’m just trying to help, Y/N. You’re getting a massage whether you like it or not.” He removed your legs from his lap as he stood up. He then straightened your body upright.

“I don’t really think that’s- oh.” Your sentence was cut short by the tender feeling of Grayson rubbing your shoulders. The pressure of his fingers helped knead the soreness you’ve had there for a while away, and you sat there limp as his hands worked their magic.

“How about we go to my room and finish this there?” He whispered in your ear a few minutes later. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and warmth to your heat. Oops. You nodded reluctantly and almost whimpered when he removed his hands from your shoulders, the pain returning almost immediately. Grayson grabbed your arm and began leading to his room. You were confused as to why he felt the need to do that since you’ve been there a million times, but you kept your mouth closed. Passing Ethan’s room, you took notice on how it was empty, along with the rest of the home. Huh.

Grayson closed the door as you both entered his room, and ushered you over to his bed where you lay down on your stomach, your head turnt to the side watching him.

After approaching you, Grayson climbed on top of his bed and straddled you, his crotch pressing down on your ass. He began his work again and it was even better than before. Some moans slipped out of your mouth, relief from the pain finally being granted.

“Don’t make that noise.” Grayson said in a low voice. You turned to look at him, seeing his eyes visibly darken and felt a poking on one of your ass cheeks.

“Oh. Sorry.” You said weakly. Man, toughen the fuck up girl.

“Take off your shirt.” Grayson said, his eyes burning into yours.

“Why?”

“Because I said so. Shirt. Off. Now.” It was like his eyes held some sort of mind control, because before you knew it, you were ripping that bitch off.

“Bra too.” He demanded. Fuck. After you took your bra off you covered your boobs with your hands, then lay back down on your stomach.

Now you could feel the roughness of his hands as they worked oh so softly, working at untangling every knot ever created. He rubbed in circles and lines, varying pressure in different areas.

“This might hurt a little.” Grayson said, his voice low. He dug his elbow in, then swiftly cracked places all over your back, feeling so heavenly. You couldn’t hold back groaning his name.

Grayson stopped his wonder works abruptly and grabbed your face. “What did I say? No. Moaning. Especially not my name.” The poking in your ass cheeks was feeling a lot more prominent now.

Nonetheless, he continued, his hands moving from shoulders, to mid back, to the side of your boobs where they were massaged very lightly. Your nipples hardened against the soft bed. What was this boy doing to you?

Grayson shifted himself so now he was facing the lower half of your body as opposed to the upper half. “Leg massage.” He mumbled. You were about to protest, saying that that very obviously wasn’t the problem areas he should be focusing on, but like before, your lips stayed shut. His muscular hands started at the ankles, then calves, then thighs. He parted them open slowly and your breathing was becoming uneven. This could not be happening. No, this is just another fantasy. There is no way on this green earth that Grayson Bailey Dolan was actually inching his fucking fingers up your thighs and closer to your soaked core.

Grayson rubbed your heat lightly through your shorts and you whimpered slightly. Holy fuck. A finger poked through the shorts and panties that desperately wanted to be taken off and felt around your labia.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so wet for me.” Grayson groaned and you could come right there right then. “Flip over.” He instructed. This time, you didn’t cover up your boobs when facing him.

Grayson’s eyes met yours as you grazed over his perfect features. What the fuck is happening. He leaned forward and cupped your face. Just before he could close the space, you stopped him, pressing your foreheads together.

“Grayson?”

“Y/N?”

“Ho- wh- what’s going on?”

“Y/N. I want you to listen to me very closely.” You nodded. “I’ve been in love with you since the day we first met. I’ve been wanting to do this for however that long was.”

“Are you being serious? Are you sure you mean me?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything. I love you, Y/N.” Welp, that did it for you. Immediately, you smashed your lips against his. Grayson’s mouth fit perfectly with yours and you groaned out of satisfaction. This all lived up to your fantasies. He licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance which was granted gladly. Gray’s tongue mingled with yours. Nibbling and pulling on his bottom lip, he growled into your mouth, making goosebumps form on your arms. His mouth left yours as it traveled down your neck, biting and marking it’s territory.

“I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.” Gray breathed in between kisses. You groaned his name and he chuckled against your bare skin. He sucked on each nipple lightly and shortly before moving down to your shorts and panties, pulling them off in the blink of an eye. You lay bare in front of him.

“Uh, everything ok down there?” You asked. What’s this pause for. You lifted your head to meet his eyes. You shuddered when seeing his lust-filled gaze.

“Wow.” Is all he said before directly licking a stripe up your core. Wow right back, Grayson. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

He slowly swirled his tongue from your entrance to your swollen clit, tracing the edges painstakingly slowly.

“Gray, please.” You begged.

“Please what?” His hot breath fanned your heat, automatically making you more wet.

“Continue.”

“Doing what? I want you to say it. Beg for it.”

“Eat me out, Grayson, I want you to make me cum.” You said breathlessly.

Supposedly that worked for him because he broke eye contact and stuck his tongue right back into your pussy. He made it so he was just far down enough for his nose to press against your clit, increasingly adding pressure, then licking up and making figure eights.

“You’re. So. Fucking. Sexy.” He spoke in between laps. You moaned out loudly in response. He pulled his face away, it glistening in your juices, and started to rub you with the same fingers that were previously doing wonders on your shoulders. And boy, those fingers were about to do even better things to your core.

He dragged his fingers lazily up and down, spreading more of your juices in their wake. He teased for a little longer before sticking a finger into entrance making you yelp in both surprise and pleasure. He began to slowly pump the finger in and out before adding another.

“Grayson, fuck.” You whimpered.

“You like that? Do you like the way my fingers feel inside of you.” You let out a weak ‘mhm’ in response. “I know what would feel even better.” He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing his head up so you could watch him lick his fingers clean. Shit man.

He stood and undressed himself. In that moment, you have never seen anything more beautiful or sexy and it made your core throb. You wanted him so badly. He rolled a condom over his long, thick length before getting ready to enter you.

“You ready?” He asked.

“More than ever.” He captured your lips and made a deep stride into you. Your walls clenched around his long dick as he filled you completely. You moaned into his mouth and he bit your bottom lip.

“Fuck Y/N you’re so tight.” Grayson moaned, which turned you on even more if that was possible. He found a rhythm quickly and soon found your g-spot, hitting it head on. You were in euphoria.

“Oh my- Grayson.” You dragged out the ending of his name. You reached down to rub your clit as he continued to slam into you, which he apparently didn’t like. His hand shot out to pull yours away and then tighten around your neck, his thumb opening up your mouth.

“When you’re in my hands, only I get to play with your clit, got it?” His hand added pressure and his brooding hazel eyes bore into your own. The only sound you could muster was a long ‘mmmm’. You had to admit, you never thought that you’d be into choking, but this was undeniably turning you on.

“Oh. You like it when I choke you? You’re so dirty, I love it.” He smirked as he stuck his thumb in your mouth, which you swirled your tongue around and he chuckled. His other hand reached down to rub your clit and he got back in his rhythm. Your orgasm built up a lot quicker now and you started to feel a knot form in your stomach.

“Gray. Grayson. I’m close baby.”

“Not yet. Hold it for me princess. Just a little.” You whimpered and you didn’t know if you’d be able to but you were trying. You focused on his face and you wish you could take a picture and frame it because hot damn. It looked like he was in deep concentration, a thin layer of sweat sitting upon his forehead.

“Ok baby girl. Cum for me. I wanna feel you come around my dick. Keep your eyes open when you do.” He grunted and that was it. You came, crying out his name. Your orgasm hitting you hard, making your thighs quake and you held onto his biceps. Your walls clenched around Grayson’s dick and you felt him cum inside of you. He rubbed your clit as you came down from your high. He soon pulled out and lay down next to you.

“Wow.” Is all you could say.

“Wow is right. You’re amazing.” He breathed. You turned to your side.

“So. What you said about you being in love with me or whatever. Is that true or were you just saying it so you could get into my pants.” He turned to look at you then grabbed you hand, intertwined your fingers, and kissed your knuckles.

“I was being completely honest. I am completely honest. I love you, Y/N. So so much.” Your heart fluttered and you cracked a huge smile. So this is what it feels like for someone you’ve been in love with for forever tell you they love you back.

“I love you too, Grayson. So so much.”

For the record, your shoulders had never felt better.

YOI Fan Rec Friday

Hi! Thank you for all your requests this week! If you don’t see your rec, it means that it will be on next week’s list!

Rec’d by @theoneandonlyzoe and @streganicha:
Traslations on Ice series by Jenrose, Gen-Explicit, 101k (WIP)
The series begins with Victor’s point of view through the show, but then quickly moves into a post-season 1 continuation from several points of view.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Yu-topia Gentleman’s Club by Aradellia (CurtusPatronus), Teen, 45k (WIP)
Victor hadn’t exactly wanted the end of his long training day to finish at the bottom of a glass alongside his friend Chris, however he hadn’t expected Chris to drag him to a strip club, of all places. Of course, he also hadn’t expected to be introduced to one of the most alluring and blinding dancers he had ever seen in his life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
You Set My Heart on Fire by whelvenwings, Teen, 34k 
Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate’s skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he’s trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov… well, it seems slightly less than fortunate.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
heartbeat by shizuoh, Mature, 9.2k (WIP)
the warm bodies au where zombie viktor falls for human yuuri

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Rec’d by @xxxbladeangelxxx :
I Saw Your Reflection in the Waters of my Heart by Saingirl101, Explicit, 26k (WIP)
“I know it can be a lot to take in.” Viktor said with amusement clear in his voice.
“I don’t understand.” Yuuri said quaking slightly under Viktor’s gaze and warm hands, “Why would you ever want to meet someone like me?” He looked down. “I’m nothing special.”
Viktor’s brows pinched together as he let out a breath as if in disbelief, his head tilted slightly so the light of the moon reflected in his horns. “I have never thought of you as anything but extraordinary, Yuuri.”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
wires by mizbritishnyxian, Gen, 5.7k (WIP)
Viktor doesn’t go to Japan. He has a season off, mourns for a love he never had, and wonders if continuing is even worth it anymore. Maybe, somehow, he’ll find the one he’d fallen for. And maybe, somehow, he’ll be able to convince himself that they’re in love with him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by HQ_Wingster, Teen, 67k (WIP)
Whether it’s the tremolo of a note ringing out in the distance or a splendid duet between two individuals, music had a way of bringing people together. Music had a way of tearing things apart. Music had a way to express an open heart. Music had a way of gutting a life until everything bled.For one individual, music was his world. For music, it reunited a part of the world that he thought he had lost.

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Rec’d by @bookfreaksworld :
Seventh Heaven (The Lion and the Eagle) by NinjaMatty, Mature, 70k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence 
The war is over. Katsuki Yuuri just wants to go home and forget about it all. But his heroics brought him the unwanted attention of the Emperor of his nation. As a thanks for his bravery, he is gifted an Omega barbarian. He tries to be positive about it, but the present ends up being a poisoned gift indeed. Is keeping Viktor worth the trouble?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Senescence by Katyaton, Teen, 9k (WIP)
Life hadn’t been fair to either Viktor or Yuuri - A chance accident after the Sochi Grand Prix was all it took to irrevocably change both of their lives for good. However, when an innovative technology emerges that promises life after death, it seems they may have the chance to make everything right, despite the distance and years that have kept them apart.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
And we’ll keep moving, me & you by Natsumi, Mature, 3.8k (WIP)
Saint Petersburg is cold, Victor is busy, and Yuuri worries. Until he doesn’t anymore.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
we were together; i forget the rest by TrumpetGeek, Teen, 2k (WIP)
It’s in the moments between sleeping and waking, when he becomes conscious of Yuuri in his bed and in his arms -soft moments just before sunrise when he can hold out his hand and admire the way the gold creates shadows on his skin.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
I’m Right Here by merigold, Gen, 8.7k
Yuuri’s sick. Viktor’s more than a little charmed at the chance to take care of him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Fondue by BastetCG, elenathea, Mature, 55k (WIP)
Male dancers are not supposed to dance en pointe. Yuuri knows that. Everyone knows that. But he can’t help but want to. He wants to be graceful and beautiful and float across the stage. And if he can find the confidence to explain that to Viktor, Viktor might just be able to help.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Forgotten Memories by Otakugirl1228, Teen, 12k (WIP)
In this world there are such things as soulmates, a persons one true love. You will know when you meet them the clock on your wrist will stop at zero, and your entire world will fill with color for the first time. But what if your soulmate didn’t have either of these things happen to them? 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Katsuki Floating Bicycle Shop by turtleduck, Gen, 1.2k
Victor likes Yuuri’s family’s cute little bicycle shop. He likes the view, the colors, and the fresh air. But mostly he likes Yuuri. Up on the floating island that is the shop, he finds the two of them stuck in their own little world.

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Rec’d by @saltprincevictor:
Tenebrae by unexpectedtrash, Explicit, 5.9k (WIP) CW: Religious content
Viktor is on his way to ordination. Yuuri is a novice Jesuit, devoted to music and to his order. They love God with all their heart, all their strength, and with all their mind

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Open up and See by rabidgopher, Not Rated, 2.9k (WIP)
In which Victor is in love with a stranger on the internet, and barely knows the boy who runs that rival bookstore.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Forged by Fire by Judchen, Teen, 4.2k (WIP)
Duelling is a form of art reserved only for nobility. With the help of Viktor, Yuuri plans to change that.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
An Honest Accident by undermyumbreon, Gen, 3.2k
After Yuuri completes his Short Program in a figure skating competition, he finds that he didn’t exactly finish it perfectly. Victor tries to comfort Yuuri and help him work through the embarrassment.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Unintentionally Yours by articas_ursula, Teen, 8.8k (WIP)
Yuri foolishly barges in right before Yuuri’s heat starts; Victor attacks him, thinking Yuri wants to steal his mate; Yuuri nearly kills Victor for harming “their pup”; Yuri just wants his skates back. We will proceed from there.

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Rec’d by @saltprincevictor:
Without fear, without metaphor by reginar, Teen, 6k (WIP)
Yuuri was never one to use more words than necessary. Underutilized it, even, his family and friends would remark. Still, there was a certain relief that came with easy communication. Then he started wanting to use words for more. He even ran his mouth quite a few times in the past months, much to his embarrassment. And he quietly admitted to himself that it came with the sudden barrage of Victor Nikiforov into what he expected to be peaceful life and probable retirement in his hometown.  

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The love behind a mask by Porkcutletkitty, Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
Yuuri could still remember everything about the mysterious skater, who’s true identity was hidden behind immaculate masks. He remembered how kind and caring the man was and how it felt as if time itself would stop and stare when the man held him in his embrace. He also remembers how that world crumbled into dust when the mysterious man disappeared without so much as a kiss goodbye. It seemed that all traces of the man were gone from existence and yet four simple words brought Yuuri’s world into shambles.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
hailing frequencies by carnivores, Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
In which Yuuri goes to Starfleet Academy, falls in love, stops a war, meets his soulmate, becomes a Communications Officer, and gets engaged. But not necessarily in that order. Also, Phichit seduces a Vulcan. Because of course he does.

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Rec’d by @yuurioniceismylife :
Stay the Night by Shadow_sensei, Mature, 6.3k 
Yuuri Katsuki spends a week sleeping at an old hotel in St. Petersburg, expecting nothing more than a comfortable bed and a clean bathroom. Instead, he makes a mysterious encounter with a man he can neither see nor hear, who can only communicate with him by writing in the dust, and whose identity is only divulged to Yuuri within his dreams.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Changing Shapes by stardropdream, Explicit, 14k
Yuuri thinks about kissing Victor again and starting over from square one. But Yuuri knows that Victor’s stamina isn’t as robust as Yuuri’s own, and he doesn’t quite feel bold enough to make demands while in Victor’s bed. But now that Yuuri is getting semi-regular sex, he finds that he really can’t stop thinking about it most of the time. 

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Rec’d by @exile-wrath and @umadosedefanta:
That Old Time Religion by Tawabids, Teen, 57k **Graphic depictions of violence
Yuuri is pretty sure that when an impossible stranger turns up and tells you he’s the god of victory, it doesn’t matter how good-looking he is. The moment he asks you to abandon your mortal life and come back to his mountain kingdom with him, you turn around and walk away.

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Rec’d by @ainiyuku:
For you, Falling by LiaoftheDawn, Gen, 5.4k
Yuuri’s uneventful evening took a sudden and unexpected twist after his friend and crush Victor Nikiforov came throwing pebbles at his window, eyes sparkling, smile bright with the promise of a surprise. “Surprising Yuuri is my thing after all, right?”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
An Autobiographical Account of the Gross Misfortune of a Japanese Economics Student by NotTheTomato, Teen, 6.4k
In which Yuuri has a Flair for the Dramatic™, there is sexually-charged academic debate, and cravats flutter in the rain - defying physics, but looking amazing.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A Dog is for Life by teamJNPR, Explicit, 6k (WIP)
Never quite over Vicchan’s death, Yuuri has avoided getting a new dog. So when Phichit coerces him into dog-sitting for famous chef Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri is reluctant.But now Phichit’s made a promise, and Yuuri can’t back out now.(Victor, on the other hand, is ecstatic to find his new dog-sitter is this cute)

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Rec’d by anonymous:
One Hour Photo by youaremarvelous, Teen, 8k (WIP)
It takes an hour to develop photos, but it’ll probably take longer for something to develop between Viktor and the oblivious but cute cashier boy.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
blood is thicker than by icanhinatashouyoutheworld, Teen, 11k (WIP)
“You might be Yuri’s biological parent, Mr. Nikiforov. But I’m his father. If Yuri wants to go with you, that’s one thing,” Yuuri Katsuki’s voice flows quiet and dangerous into the room “but if he doesn’t, don’t think that you’re taking my child away from home,”

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Rec’d by anonymous and @i-am-here-with-stupid:
Signs of Love by dia_dove, Explicit, 122k
After being discovered by his peers as an omega, Yuuri runs from the world of figure skating. It’s only to see his friend skate that he returns to the rink one more time. When he runs into skater and alpha Viktor Nikiforov, his body reacts in a way that neither he nor Viktor expect.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Drive by proantagonist, Explicit, 12k (WIP)
A story in which two sets of best friends road trip across America together.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Ways in Which Yuuri Tries to Play Off a Love Confession by fuxked, Gen, 3.5k (WIP)
A collection of ways in which yuuri tries to play off accidentally confessing his love to Viktor in various settings.

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Rec’d by @theneverendingpurplesky:
(Don’t) Ring the Wedding Bells by cuttlemefish, Explicit, 31k (WIP)
As (loosely) inspired by real life, this is the wedding reception AU (you didn’t ask for, but will get) in which Yuuri Katsuki catches the bride’s bouquet and (shortly after) gets smashed at a wedding reception, then dirty dances with his best friend, (sort of) seduces a (hot) platinum-haired trust-fund baby named Viktor, and ends up being hounded for his identity (by said trust-fund baby and his friends and family) on social media.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
we are lost, but we are not gone by persephoneggsy, Mature, 26k (WIP)
The Dollhouse deals in fantasy, but Victor Nikiforov just needs one night. At least, until he finds himself wanting more. And it’s all because of Eros, the beautiful Active that’s consumed his every thought.

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Rec’d by @mariellis1d:
Grinkov by waldorph, Teen, 5.3k **Major character death
The 2022 Olympics were Yurio’s to lose.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Blackbird by sixpences, Mature, 102k **Graphic depictions of violence
The year is 1942, and Europe is at war. Captain Victor Nikiforov, an intelligence operative for the NKVD, has been trapped in Berlin by the German invasion of the USSR. Posing as a Nazi industrialist, his days are spent charming information out of Axis diplomats to try and keep the Red Army fighting another day. Yuuri Katsuki, a foreign-educated bureaucrat in the Japanese Embassy, has secrets of his own concealed beneath his unremarkable demeanour. When he uncovers Victor’s real identity, it will alter the course of both of their lives forever.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Never Look Away by gabapple, mamodewberry, Mature, 108k (WIP)
Everything Viktor knows and loves is tangled up in the world of competitive skating- a world that, for him, is quickly coming to an end. Standing at the precipice of the inevitable, he must decide how his tale unfolds: should he retire into quiet obscurity? Allow himself to be eaten alive by the younger, more vicious competition?

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Rec’d by @glass-o-lemonade:
Forever Love by shadhahvar, Gen, 5.9k **Major character death
After a long and happy married life with each other, Yuuri and Victor have raised a daughter together, seen her married, and witnessed the birth of their first grandchild. When illness takes Victor away from Yuuri too soon (ever would be too soon), Yuuri is left to work through grief and make the most of his life until he sees Victor again.

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Rec’d by @roseus-jaeger:
You have a Brother!? by RoseusJaeger, Teen, 3.6k
Katsuki Yuuri thought his date with Victor to the park would be peaceful until a very familiar-looking man decides to crash it.In addition, Victor gets hospitalized and Yuuri finds himself grateful this stranger showed up in their lives.

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Rec’d by @infinitely-skybound:
On Matters of the Heart by infinite_imagination, Teen, 15k (WIP)
In a world where magic is rare and soulmarks even rarer, Yuuri, the youngest prince of Hasetsu, has somehow managed to be born with both. His name means strength and courage, but he doubts he is enough to become worthy of his soulmate, or if he even wants them.


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Autopsy Report

You would not believe what kind of shit I’ve pulled out of people.

Hi, I’m Mike. I cut into dead bodies for a living. It’s not exactly the kind of job that gets you laid, but it pays the bills. Anyway. Back to what I was saying. Fucked up shit in dead bodies. The weirdest ‘normal’ thing I’ve pulled out of a person was a hairball out of someone’s stomach. And when I say hairball, I mean it looked like the woman had swallowed a cat. She was a suicide victim. Probably bit into her hair because of anxiety. I get it. My little sister has issues with that sort of thing.

Wow. Off topic again. Clearly I’ve pounded those beers a little faster than I thought. I’m not here to talk about hairballs. No. I’m here to talk about something really weird.

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YA'LL THIS HEADCANON THOUGH

i just had an a m a zing thought. HEAR ME OUT

what if after keith discovered he was galra, his traits start kicking in? i’m assuming that his galra heritage is dominant as fu ck

it’s small things at first, like his ears start popping out and his eyes go golden from time to time

until it gets kinda weird and also hella confusing

one day lance wakes up and showers and all that, ready to train

he opens his door and shrieks so loudly it has the entire team running to his room

cause right in front of lance’s door is a giant fucking elephant-like alien dead on its side. it looks like it was cleanly killed, cause it didn’t have any excess blood or jagged cuts

everyone freaks out with lance who wants that thing away from him as soon as possible

they work fast and soon it’s gone

and lance turns, only to see a really red keith. like. really red. redder than his armor red

keef’s ears are twitched in agitation, and lance resists the urge to coo and stroke them because keith’s eyes are going golden - which is a bad sign

“kei - ”

lance doesn’t even get to finish his question because keith just growls really loudly before stomping away

a few hours later hunk goes to lance and asks, “did you and keith have a fight again? he’s been sulking in the training room and hasn’t stopped growling”

and lance is all “what?? no???? is he okay?????”

the next day lance wakes up and goes to his door a lot more cautiously…. to see a box in front of it

he opens it and gapes widely, what the fuck???

in it is about ten different gems, all unlike any other color lance has ever seen, and he cooes over them, before going back to his room and careully tucking the box away

lance gets to the dining room and sits down. surprisingly keith is the last to join the ohers, stumbling through the door

and everybody notices how his hair is ragged and the heavy bags under his eyes, but the most porminent thing is the giant, goofy grin on his face

lance goes red (holy shit keith’s smile is what he lives for) as keith sits down beside him, tired and worn but very very happy

the next day there was another gift. this time, really pretty and silky robes

of course lance squeals over them and yanks them on immediately, twirling in front of his mirror and loving it

he likes these gifts and all, but he wonders who they’re all from???

fast forward about two weeks later and lance’s room is overflowing with gifts, all more lovely and extravagant than the last

but lance is more worried about keith - cause although the red paladin is now constantly grinning and purring, he’s also always very tired and exhausted

it gets to the point they have to address the issue

they all gather up in the control room and ask keith what’s going on

when he doesn’t answer, pidge goes, “where have you been visiting all these nights? don’t think i haven’t noticed red missing from her hanger”

and keith goes red but he’s still silent

they all ask him one at a time, until finally it’s lance’s turn. he breathes and says, “keith, buddy, please. just tell us?”

and keith looks at him with wide eyes before nodding slowly. they all hold their breath as he finally says, “… i was gathering.”

“gathering?” allura asks. “what for?”

“i don’t know!” keith spouts. “i just - i had to, okay???”

and pidge lights up as she gets her computer and starts typing. “aha! i knew it - i mean, not really, but i had a suspicion.”

“the galra are a very affectionate and loyal race,” pidge reads. “they often express romantic interest in another by courting; typically, courting is a way to prove that they are worthy of the other’s affections. it starts with usually a good hunt, to show that they are able to provide the other’s needs. from then on, they continue to lavish the other with beautiful gifts and trinkets until their courtship is accepted.”

silence.

then explosion.

“you WERE COURTING LANCE - ”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US???”

but all that mattered was lance had gone increasingly redder and redder, with keith’s ears flattening to his head as he waits for lance’s reaction

it’s not the one he’s expecting

“you… got all of those… for me?” lance whispers in awe, staring at keith with wide eyes

keith hesitates. then he nods

and lance surges forward, pressing kisses frantically all over keith’s face

and keith is purring, l o u dl y, as he grabs lance and pulls him closer

“that’s - amazing - i can’t - believe - love you - so much - ” lance whisers between kisses

finally, they pause to take breath, and keith says, “i still haven’t given you your last gift.”

keith slowly takes lance’s hand and presses it to his chest. and keith smiles, and it’s sweet and beautiful and go r g eous as he says, “my heart. but you’ve always had it to begin with.”

“um, guys, we’re still here” pidge gags loudly

turns out that keith’s genes had kicked in and his instincts had made him court lance, whom he had been in love with since the garrison. it was why he was always so tired - he had been up all those nights getting lance’s gifts

it’s also why he was so upset during the first day; he had taken lance’s shock as rejection

of course, keith’s stubborn so he continued courting lance anyway

bonus:

“hey, pidge?”

“hm?”

“when are you going to tell the others you helped keith sneak in and out?”

“shh……”

The Apology of Rachel Amber

I’d like to give my not-so-humble opinion on the whole “RachelAmberisamanipulativebitchffscantyouseeit?” matter.

To me Rachel Amber is, if anything, a hot, charming girl with a magnet personality that most of us would oh-so-loved to have as a friend in high school.

Also if Rachel is manipulative what would Max’s definition be?

Please take a moment to meditate on the following points:

1- she was Chloe’s best friend
2- she left when Chloe’s dad died
3- she didn’t stay in touch ( Chloe’s dad died. Max, where was your empathy?)
4- she got back to Arcadia Bay but still didn’t get in touch with Chloe (just a  reminder that she makes contact, by accident, in the parking lot after ONE month )

Max excuse was :”I just wanted to settle in first and not be such a shy, cliche geek. I totally would’ve contacted you…”
Excuse me, after 5 years you still wait a month, ‘cause you know, what difference does it make? Eeek.

If you choose any of the available Max’s answers , when they’re in Chloe’s truck, none of them is satisfying because none of them is a real answer as to why she didn’t stay in touch with Chloe at such a critical moment in her life.

Chloe: You were happy to wait five years without a call or even a text.

Option 1) Max: I wanted to. I was just so tripped out over leaving Arcadia…
Option 2) Max: Give me a break! I was going through changes…like you…
Option 3) Max: I’m sorry. I know things were tough on you when I left…

If I were Chloe I would have been furious! It would have taken me far more than a week to reconnect and trust her again; of course Max more than makes up for it in the end and that’s why I was and still is all for Pricefield (and Amberprice before Max return).

This leads me to… Rachel Amber.


Is she manipulative ?  Or simply as manipulative as any other teenager can be: she is beautiful, talented, intelligent, smart. This is the perfect teenage crush, whether you’re a boy or a girl, that’s why everybody liked her, she was charming and transversal.

I don’t think for a moment that Rachel has betrayed Chloe, she was just living her life in full mode on, of course she wanted to get the heck out of Arcadia Bay, almost every teenager dream of a life away from her/his hometown (unless of course you were born in NYC, LA, LONDON  and so on) making it big, living the dream, perhaps even with your bff tagging along ?

So, I guess Chloe can feel betrayed (original LIS) for two reasons, depending on the choices you make in BTS :

-Rachel was indeed Chloe’s gf 
This might be the outcome of your choices in BTS (mine for sure!), so the fact that Rachel ends up with Frank sucks BUT it doesn’t mean Rachel and Chloe were still together when that happened. If that was the case, well, things happen, and in that letter she wrote to Chloe, you can feel Rachel’s pain, cause she knows this will hurt Chloe’s feelings, and she really didn’t know how to tell her. Life is about taking chances, going further, committing mistakes. If Rachel fell in love with Frank (I never thought it was Jefferson), what was she supposed to do ? We don’t know if Rachel literally cheated on Chloe, because we don’t know if they were still together when that happened. This, either way, doesn’t change, in my view, the love and affection Rachel had for Chloe. SHE was there to pick up the pieces when Max was in another city and burned bridges. This would f***ing hurt me more than anything else and I am still in shock that so many, in Lis fandom , quietly fly over it.
That’s the biggest betrayal of all: leave your bff hanging out to dry after an incredible loss and then coming back after 5 years like nothing’s happened.

- Rachel was Chloe’s bff (or she was aware of Chloe’s crush but did not reciprocate) so she should have told her, cause you know, that’s what bff do…
Most of the times, though, things are not always black and white. Sometimes you fear the reactions  and judgment of a loved one. Will she think less of me? Will I be a disappointment ? Will she get over it ? You know, this kind of reactions.

Of all the people in Blackwell Academy Rachel chose Chloe. For a reason: she likes her. She feels a connection. She surely also likes that edge Chloe has, the rebel without a cause, the punk rock attitude. But Chloe is the perfect companion for Rachel, at least in that moment in time.

 Just like that friend or lover you lost contact with, that perfect song that spoke to your soul or that book that changed you forever, Rachel will leave an indelible mark in Chloe’s life. Life, as we know, will turn out to be very different for both of them. 

After all… Life is Strange.

The Bruises -- Billy Hargrove

Written By: @aliedelanie

Request: “Can I get a ST x reader for Billy? His dad had just been really pissed off the entire weeks and took it out on him. It got really bad that night, he shows up at your house at 3 am. hes crying in your arms and tells you whats been happening all week (you were busy with school and work so you didn’t have time to see him the entire week) but you’re the only person that he’s ever told about it because you’re the only person he trusts. you’re like “I know babe, but its gonna be okay” lotta fluff plz”“Hey, could you do one with Billy when his father let’s out his anger on him for some stupid reason and he doesn’t want her to see him this weak but she comes over because she’s worried and takes care of him? Only if you’re comfortable with that, of course! Thank you!”

Warnings: Mention of violence.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Words: 606

Listen to: All of Me by John Legend

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empressfortuna  asked:

Do you have any advice for someone putting together an RPG system for fun and to maybe play with friends? It's something I've started a couple of times (and I have a concept I really like sitting around that I'd like to try to flesh out into a system at some point), but I'm interested in what advice an industry professional has for an amateur.

Sure thing:

1. Start small.

If you’re an author, you don’t write the next Game of Thrones as your very first work, and if you’re a game designer, you don’t go straight to writing the next Dungeons & Dragons.

A good target for a beginning designer is a game that can be set forth in about 5000 words - i.e., basically a sixteen-page pamphlet if you’re aiming for print publication. Have a look at other very short RPGs to get a feel for what the minimal set of stuff you need to include is. Good examples include:

Several of these look like they break my length guideline, but that’s because they include introductory fiction, sample adventures, GM advice sections, etc. Ignore all that for now - zero in on the rules themselves.

2. Start with premise.

Not setting, not mechanics - if you start with those, you’ll end up with a collection of neat worldbuilding bits and dice-rolling tricks that don’t actually add up to anything.

Have a clear idea in your head of what the prototypical session of your game, the Platonic ideal of an adventure, looks like from beginning to end, and ensure that all of the material you write - rules, setting, etc. - directly supports that premise. You can branch out later, but it’s absolutely critical that you get that core right first. If you’re not sure whether a given piece of material directly supports that core? It probably doesn’t - lose it.

3. Outline, outline, outline.

Resist the urge to just leap in and start writing. You can note stuff down for later if you want (see point 5, below), but if you just start writing, at best you’re going to end up with a disorganised mess; at worst, you’ll become irresolvably stuck when you run into some critical aspect of your premise that you haven’t thought about yet.

Good organisation is much more important in game rules than it is in prose fiction, so effort spent here pays off huge later. A good game outline should ideally drill all the way down to what you plan to talk about in each individual paragraph. Use headings and subheadings if you have to. When you’re finished, you should be able to start writing your game simply by picking a portion of your outline and filling it in.

4. Give yourself deadlines.

This is the corollary of point 1, above. Even within a work of limited scope, it’s easy to iterate forever and never get anywhere, or to turn things over and over in your head without ever committing it to writing until all your enthusiasm for it dribbles away. Your first RPG should take no more than a couple of weeks to write; make time to work on it every day during that span.

(In fact, writing a complete RPG of this scope in a single day is an exercise that a lot of designers use to keep themselves sharp. You can Google “24 hour RPG” for numerous examples. Do not attempt to do this as your very first game, of course - it’s basically hard mode game design.)

5. Take notes.

Once you’re in the game-creating headspace, neat ideas on how to address various bits of your premise will be occurring to you at all hours of the day. If you have school or a day job, it’ll often be at times when you can’t drop everything to chase after the idea in question. You may be confident that you’ll remember it for later. You will not. Keep a notebook or a tablet on hand so that you can jot stuff down as it occurs to you.

6. Be a dictator.

Don’t be afraid to tell people how they ought to play the game. Some folks will tell you that this is bad design. These people are wrong. All game rules encode assumptions about how the game ought to be played; some games are merely more honest about it than others. You’ll save yourself a heap of trouble by being one of the honest ones.

7. Beta readers. Lots of ‘em.

This ties into the preceding point: as you write, you’re going to be making a vast array of assumptions about how the game ought to be played and how the rules are supposed to be executed. Many of these assumptions will seem so obvious to you that it wouldn’t occur to you to write them down, or will be so deeply embedded in your thinking about the game that you don’t even realise you’re making them.

The ability to step back and go “okay, what assumptions am I making about the player’s understanding and prior knowledge, and are these assumptions warranted?” is a skill. Unless you’re a technical writer or something in your day job, you do not yet possess this skill. The upshot is that your first attempt at a game (and your second, and your third…) will be incomprehensible to anyone who’s not you.

This doesn’t mean you’re a bad game designer. It does, however, mean that you need to get as many sets of eyes on your work as possible, and you need to respect and seriously consider the questions they ask, no matter how obvious the answers feel to you.

8. Never throw anything away.

You’re going to have many ideas that you can’t find a place for in your game. You’re going to have many more that you end up cutting because they turn out not to directly support your premise (see point 2, above). Don’t just delete them - keep a master document of your of unused ideas, preferably on Google Drive or another cloud-hosted service so it’s always accessible and impossible to accidentally lose.

Not only are you accumulating a store of material for future projects, but emotionally it’ll be a lot easier to give material you’ve put a lot of thought and work into the axe because it’s not working out in your current game when you can tell yourself that you’re not getting rid of it for good: you’re just not using it right now.

your peraltiago concept of the week #1

everytime jake peralta is taking a selfie with amy santiago, he says something to make her laugh super hard the second before tapping the shutter button. this means that in every single picture he’s ever taken of them, amy ‘s got her mouth wide open, nose scrunched up and eyes almost closed, pure joy written all over her face. 

 he is, of course, always looking very proud of himself.

retired

commission for @i-the-fangirl who wanted a fic about Cap’s retirement.

(fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship)

The day Steve announces his retirement as Cap, the internet breaks.

That’s what Tony says, anyway - personally, Steve thinks it’s a bit of an overstatement. Sure, he is the top-trending topic on Twitter for almost forty-eight hours, and his retirement is announced in just about every magazine, newspaper, and TV show, but nothing actually stops working.

Tony just rolls his eyes when Steve tells him this, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. After so many years together, it feels more like a reflex than an action, something as easy and settling as breathing.

“Fox News and CNN have been speculating about who’s going to replace you for the last day and a half,” he says fondly, rubbing a thumb over Steve’s laugh lines. “You broke the internet.”

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In the Vietnam War, for example, the picture most people had was of middle-class radicals, the New Left, fighting against the war and the hard-hats supporting it and beating up the antiwar students. Yet more war production was stopped by workers carrying on ordinary strikes in the course of their lives in the plants than by the whole antiwar movement put together. There were strikes at Olin-Matheson, which made munitions, at McDonnell-Douglas, which made fighter planes, on the Missouri Pacific railroad, which transported war materials for shipment from the Pacific coast. In a few instances, strikes lasted a couple of weeks, and the shortage of planes and war material reached the point where the Johnson administration was getting ready to take over the plants to stop the strikes. 

This was not because the workers were anti-war. Many workers were, but many weren’t. What the workers were doing was trying to live as human beings in the process of production. It is important to understand two things about working-class struggle. First, it is an inherent necessity and takes place all the time whether the means are socially approved or not. And second, the bourgeoisie is constantly aware of that fact, and the related potential for major social upheaval, and goes to great lengths to protect against it, to derail it, and to prevent it.

—  Martin Glaberman
What she wanted (BH one-shot)

2 x 14 extended moment

Summary: Jughead finally sees her - the notorious Dark Betty. But as they both discover, what they actually want is so much more simple. Assertiveness. Honesty. Release. And, yes, even intimacy.

“So… you want me this way?” she asked, her voice low and measured.

“Yeah, babe,” Jughead replied sincerely. “I do.”

She seemed to mull that over for a while before straightening up, a small smile playing on her lips, confidence suddenly evident. As though it had just occurred to her that she could be daring and seductive and experimental without the wig, or a stripper pole behind her. That she was sexy to him simply because she was Betty Cooper.

Author’s notes: Thank you to the incredible @jandjsalmon and @theatreofexpression for being the most incredible, hard-working betas in the world, for your suggestions, input and support. Special thanks to @aunt-imogene for the gorgeous gif (I owe you that Suit!Dylan fic, babe). 

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jin scenario | very punny

Originally posted by jjilljj

You sign up for a Christmas pen pal project to keep the boredom at bay over the holidays… but your pen pal partner might be a lot closer to you than you think…

prompt: You and I both sign up for a Christmas Pen Pal project to exchange postcards letters over the holidays.

pairing: jin x reader

warnings: contains a lot of terrible dad jokes

requested by @felifli | 7.6k words | fluff, university au


Christmas is the most boring time of year.

It’s the time of year when your university friends all travel home to their family, leaving you alone on campus, lamenting over the price of plane tickets that stand between you and your home far away. It’s the time of year when you have the city to yourself, with no one to explore it with, wasting free hours in cafes, sipping on gingerbread lattes, and staring out the window at the skies that promise snow, but never deliver. It’s the time of year when the only conversation you get is with your family over Skype, asking you how you’re doing. And while you make sure to show a smile for them, as soon as they disconnect your face falls back to blank, losing all Christmas joy.

You’re desperate for this year to be different. You’ve piled up your work, asking to help with articles for the university newspaper, and planning to get ahead on reading for your course. But already the idea of three weeks with only work is freezing up your heart. Even if you won’t admit it.

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Eric Bittle Is A Problem

(AO3 here)

Eric Bittle is becoming a problem. Not the problem Jack thought he was going to be in the beginning, no, he hasn’t had to worry about Bittle not pulling his weight on the team since pretty much the first time they played together. And certainly not now, when they work so well together on the ice. And off of it, too; it was surprising, but Jack considers Bittle to be one of his greatest friends, even if sometimes it feels like there’s maybe something shimmering around the edges of their relationship, something Jack doesn’t quite understand, it’s good with them, comfortable and fun in a way Jack isn’t used to.

But he’s becoming a problem, worse, a distraction . A menace, really.

The first time it’s a problem, Jack and Shitty had gotten back from a beer run, and Shitty was explaining some essential feminist theory to him as they made their way from the car to the Haus, “And that, my Canadian friend, is why intersectionality is so important. Like, you can’t really understand anything  unless you understand all of the realities and identities that inform a person’s existence, my man. I me-” as Jack turns to enter the kitchen, the rest of Shitty’s lesson is lost to a loud thrum in Jack’s ear that he distantly realizes is the rush of his own blood through his veins as he almost fumbles the case of beer and the bag of fancy nuts and chocolates that he thought Eric might appreciate- for his bakin g- and had purchased on a whim.

He manages to save the beer and the bag of goodies, but not to suppress the inelegant “ Buh -” that escapes his slackened mouth. Because Bitty is bent over at the waist, looking into the oven and making a satisfied little hum at the progress of whatever is baking in there, and he’s wearing those shorts, the short, short shorts that barely qualify as such in Jack’s opinion. And the way he’s bending is causing his muscles to tense and bulge, and his butt . Oh, Crisse , his butt is like a work of art and on display right in front of Jack, and he is in so. Much. trouble.

Jack manages to turn his random noise into a reasonable approximation of “B-Bittle,” and to reassemble his face into a generally neutral expression as Bitty stands and turns toward him and Shitty, who now stands next to Jack and thankfully doesn’t mention his near stumble. The late afternoon sun slanting through the window catches in Eric’s hair and he appears to glow for a moment, Jack manages not to choke on his sharply indrawn breath at the sight, because Eric Bittle is beautiful, and Jack is awed that he hadn’t noticed it until now.

“Oh, hi, y’all,” Bitty says brightly, a genuine smile lighting his face and stretching his lips distractingly. “You’re just in time, because this pie is almost done, so if you wanted some, you’ll just have to wait for a few while it settles,” Bitty checks the timer with a brief glance before looking back toward the doorway where Jack is still frozen, he quirks a perfectly shaped blond brow as if to ask what Jack’s problem is, but when he speaks again, he says “Did you two have fun at the store?”

Shitty moves into the kitchen, patting Jack’s shoulder on the way, “It smells swawesome in here, Bits. You’re the best!” Bitty grins and a slightly pink tinge paints his cheeks as he watches Shitty begin to put away his beer and the few other groceries they procured. He looks back at Jack, eyes darting briefly to the bag he is clenching before settling back on his face, a curious little smile on his pink lips. It spurs Jack into action, finally, and he moves into the kitchen holding the bag out like an awkward shield.

“These are for you,” he says, sounding too loud to his own ears, and maybe too loud in general, because Shitty looks over from where he’s stacking beer into the fridge with a strange look on his face that Jack will not analyze later. He continues, careful to regulate his volume this time, “Um, for your baking, I mean. I thought you’d like them,” he amends. Jack can feel his face heating, hopes Bitty doesn’t notice, that he writes it off as the heat from the oven, but when Bitty takes the bag and their fingers brush he feels the flush deepen. It gets worse still when Eric opens the bag and he makes an excited little sound.

“Oh, gosh, Jack, thank you! I know just what to make with these,” Bitty places his hand on Jack’s forearm and squeezes gently, repeating a thank you and grinning at him, his smile is open and fond and it warms Jack in a different way than the hot flush that he knows is painting his face and neck now.

“ Bienvenue ,” Jack says, voice a little too quiet and close now. Bitty smiles at his slip into Quebecois. It’s almost too easy to slip into the quiet of the moment, the little bubble of space around them, warmed by the sunlight through the window. They stay close, looking at each other for what feels like a long time, but realistically can’t be more than a second or two, then the sound of Shitty shutting the the refrigerator door and exclaiming “Shit, Bits, that pie smells fuckin’ delicious! Think it’s done yet,” effectively breaks the moment.

Bitty laughs and turns away from Jack, his fingers trail along Jack’s arm leaving a warm tingle lingering on his skin. The buzzer sounds as Bitty steps away fully, and Jack shakes himself, realizes he’s still holding the case of beer and places it on the counter. Bitty looks at him briefly as he takes the pie from the oven, and Jack feels the confusion rumbling through him play across his face, but Bitty thankfully looks away before he notices.

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