every spn convention they try to waterboard jensen into saying he loves deancas and this time he gasped "wincest" when he could finally come out for air. yeah okay why not
I don't even go here but SOLDIERLANDER especially if Soldier Boy is the top and Homelander is the crying little bitch that takes his daddy's cock so well
I stopped watching The Boys at like... Season 3?? So I don't know what's going on but y'know
Oooh! Soldier Boy fucking Homelander while he's regressed making him regress further until all he can do is babble and cry on his daddy's cock oh DELICIOUS
Also here's a random plain background version because I thought it looked neat lol
(These are a direct reference to a scene in the movie "No Country for Old Men")
Christine Daae isn't an angel. She isn't perfect. And yet, both Erik and Raoul take turns placing her on these pedestals. It doesn't help that she is in fact a fundamentally very decent person, so it's easy to make the mistake that she's a saint, which she isn't. She's just a decent person. That's probably one of the hardest parts of the whole story for her, feeling maybe like she doesn't deserve all this intense worshiping.
Her going with Raoul is a good choice for a lot of reasons, but not least of which is because he is eventually capable of seeing her as a whole person when he doesn't let his puppy love blind him. They both have the ability to switch from "My brave sailor! My Little Lotte!" mode to "Hey, actually, you're being kinda full of shit right now" with the ease of two people who've known each other since childhood. And both being dreamy airheads, they need this to anchor them.
With Erik, there's never an anchor. When he lets her go, yes, he is recognizing her humanity and agency, but she is more than ever the Perfect Angel with him but a poor dog ready to die for her. He lets her go because he knows he'll never be capable of being a fair partner to her. And it's romantic and sad, and that's what I love about their dynamic.
Christine: My brave heroic sailor! I dared you to eat earwax and then boogers and you actually did it.
Raoul: My Little Lotte! who never wears the eyeglasses that I know you actually have but so one day you walked into like three lampposts in a row until I swapped which side of the road we walked
Okay I literally have no idea how to square this circle BUT
One of my favourite daddaughter kingdon concepts is that Mel is an affair baby from when Abby was pregnant with their youngest and wouldnât let him fuck her. Melâs mother was a nurse at the hospital where Langdon is an attending (sorry Becca, youâre her older half sister, no twins in this) and she tells him that itâs no problem to pass the baby off as her husbandâs so he doesnât need to worry about it. Only heâs a possessive freak and it makes him insane to think of his daughter growing up thinking someone else is her daddyâŠ
I just want obsessed dad Langdon grooming his underage daughter Mel but the details escape me đ§
This ended up being waaayyyy longer than I expected so here's an Ao3 link as well
Okay anon, I'll admit when I first read this I wasn't sure what to do with it either but then my mind ran away. I actually don't know what the fuck came over me with this one but I really hope you like it.
anyway, here's like 2.8k+ words of obsessive!frank and underage!mel
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Frank knows that by all means this is the best case scenario.
He cheated on his wife and got another woman pregnant. Things could have gone much worse. And knowing someone is loving and taking care of his daughter â that she's not stuck in the foster system, or worse â should satisfy him.
But it doesn't.
He'd been in the delivery room when Mel was born. There'd been complications with her mother post-delivery, so it was Frank she'd been handed to first. The second he'd felt her skin to skin something just clicked. Abby had given birth by that point and he recalled how happy he'd been to hold little Becca the first time, but this was different. With Mel it was like... recognition. Like she was destined to be his, and God help him if he didn't belong to her too.
He understood that reality didn't care about how he felt. That it made the most logical sense for his little Mel to live with her mother and the man who would pretend to be her father.
But it drove him crazy. She was his.
Mary and her husband were nice enough to let him visit her. That's about as much as he could ask for.
For the first few years of her life he'd come by once a week, showering her in gifts and attention. Uncle Frank is what she called him. It stung. But he could swallow it down, so long as he got to see her.
She was beautiful. Even when she was younger, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. He couldn't believe he had a hand in creating her, and it only served to make him angrier to think some guy got to take credit for Frank's work.
Things changed a bit when she entered middle school. Mary and her husband appreciated a break and some alone time, so he started taking her on day trips â to the park, a shopping spree, the museum â anything his little girl wanted she would get.
They became a lot closer. She had already loved seeing him when he'd visit, but whenever he picked her up for one of their outings she'd run down the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet, and jump into his awaiting arms squealing "Uncle Frankie!" and his heart would clench, wishing she could just call him what he is â her daddy.
He was grateful for what he could get, but he couldn't stop himself from wanting more. She was his, only his, the moment she was born, yet he'd spent years playing this stupid little charade pretending she wasn't.
So he let himself be a little more lax, when it was just the two of them. They'd hold hands as they walked, she'd sit on his lap on the park bench, they snuggled up together at the movies. It killed him that he couldn't just take her home for some proper alone time. But it soothed the ache when she clung to him every second they were together.
He finally gets his chance when Abby and Becca fly out to visit Abby's family. He'd lied and told her he had an important conference that same weekend, so he couldn't make it. Then he turned around and told Mary that Abby and Becca were having a girl's weekend, so the house was free. He wasn't entirely sure it was going to work, but Mary and her husband jumped at the chance to have a weekend alone â and that's how he managed to get Mel all to himself for two whole days.
(It was kind of insulting, honestly, how much Mary and her husband wanted time away from Mel. If he could, Frank would spend every waking moment with her and never let her go. But it worked in his favour, if it meant he got more time with her).
"Wow uncle Frank, your house is really big."
It wasn't much bigger than her own, but it had a pool in the backyard and two extra bedrooms, so to her it was massive.
"Sorry I don't have a room set up for you, sweetheart. You'll have to sleep in my bed tonight."
Her eyes light up. "Really?"
Chuckling, he ruffles her hair lightly. "Yup. But it's big and comfy, like a giant pillow. Wanna see?"
She nods enthusiastically, so he takes her small hand in his, entwines their fingers, and leads her down the hall.
When they reach the master bedroom her eyes get wide. "Wow..."
"Go on then," he nudges her. "Give it a test run."
Mel giggles and scrambles onto the bed, laying on her stomach with her arms and legs spread out. She's wearing a pair of jean shorts that barely come to her mid-thigh, and a tight-fitting tank top to stave off the summer heat.
Frank feels all the blood in his head rush down to his dick. He's been imagining this for years, his little girl in his bed, spread out for him. His mind is racing with the possibilities.
"What's the verdict, baby?"
"'s comfy," she mumbles into the duvet.
He moves closer to the bed. "Nothing but the best for my girl," he says, drawing his knuckles along her bare calf.
"That tickles, Frankie," she giggles.
Frank smirks. "Oh, does it?" He kneels on the bed, hovering over her with her legs between his. "What about this?" He draws his hand up higher and lightly pinches her inner thigh.
She squeaks out a laugh, and he delights in the way her body squirms.
"Or this?" he asks, poking his fingers into her side, leaving no room for her to answer. "What about here? And here? Still ticklish there?" He teases relentlessly, wriggling his fingers anywhere he can grab.
She's squealing with laughter, but he hasn't pulled out the big guns yet. He knows her weak spot, the back of her thighs right above the knee. He bends down and bites the soft flesh.
"Stop it Frankie, stop it!" She all but screams, barely able to catch her breath, her arms reaching awkwardly behind her to try and shove him off. He listens to her beg for just a moment longer before taking pity and pulling himself away.
"Alright, alright. You win," he relents, sitting back on his heels, both hands up in mock surrender.
She shimmies around to lay on her back, panting and grinning up at him. Her golden hair is splayed around her and her shirt rides up, exposing her stomach.
Jesus Christ. He feels like he's dreaming.
He falls forward, catching himself on one elbow to hover over her, and rests his other hand on the bare skin of her hip.
"You're so pretty, Mellie," he whispers, eyes raking across her, her socked feet, knobby knees, the flushed skin of her neck and cheeks. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
"You tell me all the time," she says, suddenly shy.
He dips his head down to nose against her cheek. "Not nearly enough," he mumbles. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"Frankie," she whines, wriggling beneath him. "Don't tease me."
"'m not," he mumbles, dragging his lips across her jaw. "Am I really the only one who tells you that?"
She nods.
"What about your-" he swallows, "your dad?"
"No. He doesn't, um..." her voice gets small. "I don't think he likes me all that much."
Frank just about sees red.
He's spent years letting that man call himself her father, and he doesn't even have the decency to treat her like one?
"He's a fucking moron," he says lowly.
"Frankie!" Mel giggles, shoving his shoulder lightly. "You swore."
He pulls back to look at her. "I'm serious, Mel. You deserve better than him."
Mel smiles up at him. "It's okay, Frank,â she says simply. âI've got you."
He softens instantly, and smiles back at her. "Yeah, baby. You've always got me. I'm yours."
He leans down and kisses the corner of her upturned mouth and she giggles, wrapping her arms around him.
It shouldn't feel this good, having her under him. It shouldn't feel so right. But it does, it really does. He lets the hand on her waist skim up until he feels the edge of her training bra.
Frank keeps waiting for her to tell him to stop touching her like this, but she never does. She likes it. Instead of shying away she always preens into him, like a sunflower towards the sun, like some part of her knows who she really belongs to.
Now is no different. She hums and buries her face in his neck, and he uses the position to kiss along the curve of her neck, down the slope of her shoulder. He slots a knee between her legs and presses it against her with light pressure. Mel makes a soft noise in the back of her throat and shifts to push herself further against him.
"Feel good, baby?"
"Mhm," she nods.
"I can make you feel really good, sweetheart. Do you want that?"
"Yes please," she whispers into his neck.
Always so polite, his girl.
He extracts himself for their position, just enough to look down at her.
"This is something only daddies get to do. But you don't want to do this with your daddy, do you?"
She shakes her head, "No."
"No, you don't. That's right. So if we do this I need two things â one, this has to stay our little secret. No one else can know, especially not your parents. Understood?"
A fervent nod of her head.
"Good. And two, I need you to call me daddy. If you donât, we have to stop. Can you do that?"
Another nod.
"I need to hear you say it, baby."
"...Yes, daddy"
Frank groans. He's been waiting years to hear her call him that, but nothing could have prepared him for how sweet it sounds coming from her lips.
"Good girl," he praises, rewarding her with a kiss to her jaw, "very good girl. Say it again for me, sweetheart."
"Daddy," she breathes, "daddy," like a dam has broken, whining as she begins to grind herself against him.
"Fuck, baby, that's it. I've got you," he mutters, trailing his lips down her chest, over the fabric of her tank top, the petal soft skin of her stomach. He shifts to lay between her legs and presses a kiss on the bare skin of her pelvis, right above the button of her shorts.
He glances up at her to find her already watching him, eyes wide, lips parted, breathing heavy.
His heart feels like it's in his throat, beating so loud he can hear it in his ears. His perfect, perfect girl, staring down at him, waiting, trusting him to make her feel good. If only she knew just what she means to him.
He undoes the button of her jean shorts, listens to the metal drag of the zipper, and tugs the flaps back. Underneath she's wearing a pair of simple white cotton panties with a tiny satin-pink bow in the center of the waistband. He can see through the fabric the thin patch of dark brown hair, just starting to grow.Â
Frank pats the side of her hip. âUp.âÂ
She listens, lifting herself up so he can shimmy her shorts off and toss them to the side.Â
Itâs almost pure instinct, the way he dives in. Mouth open, tongue laving against her through her panties. She squeaks and jerks her hips, attempting to free herself from the sudden stimulation, but he hooks his arms under her thighs and holds her still.Â
He groans into her. She tastes so fucking good â sweet and fresh and his. He watches through his lashes as she arches off the bed, hands scrambling for purchase in the sheets, delicate, breathy whimpers escaping her.Â
He ruts against the bed, desperate for any bit of friction. Heâs been hard the moment she got in his bed, now itâs almost painful. He wishes he could take her all the way tonight, but heâs not stupid. He knows he has to take his time. And he wants to. He wants to be all her firsts, and he wants to savour every second of it. So, despite his painfully hard erection, heâs happy with just this, for tonight. Maybe tomorrow he can teach her how to use her own mouth on him.Â
âDaddy,â Mel whines, drawing him from his thoughts, âplease.â Â
The moan he lets out vibrates through his entire body, and he begins grinding against the mattress in earnest. She has no idea what sheâs begging for, he thinks, the lengths heâd go to to please her, the plans he has in store for her. It makes him almost dizzy.Â
âShh,â he soothes, giving her a break and presses his wet mouth to her inner thigh. âItâs okay, baby. Iâll give you what you need, okay?âÂ
Her head has fallen back on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising and falling rapidly, but sheâs nodding, twisting the duvet in both her hands.Â
âHere, honey. Would this help?â He takes hold of one of her hands and puts it in his own hair.Â
She tilts her head down and cracks her eyes open, watching as she draws her small fingers through his this hair.
âYes,â she breathes.Â
âYes what, baby?â
âYes daddy,â she says, breaking into a smile.Â
A breath shudders out of him and he thinks maybe he can fast-track this just a little bit. He tugs her panties off in one go, then rearranges her legs to sling over his shoulders.Â
âFuck,â he breathes. He draws his thumb through her wet folds, spreading them apart. She looks like a Georgia O'Keeffe painting. His pretty flower, pink, soft, glowing.Â
âMel, baby, youâre the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen.â
âFrankâŠâ she squirms.Â
He fixes her with a stern look. âWhat did I say?âÂ
He hums and thumbs her entrance. âThatâs my good girl.â
He spreads her open again, taking a moment to admire her innocence. âTug as hard as youâd like, okay? It wonât hurt me.â
She gives an experimental pull. âAre you sure?âÂ
âPromise,â he says, then dives back in.Â
If he thought she tasted good before, this is like heaven. He can fit almost his entire mouth over her, and licks a fat stripe against her before focusing on her budding clit.Â
She yelps and bucks her hips, inadvertently grinding into his mouth, and tugs sharply on his hair. He grunts, rocking his hips into the mattress, and shifts to prod at her entrance with his middle finger, slowly sliding it in, knuckle by knuckle.
âOh,â she breathes, sweetly, almost like relief. He dares further and presses the pad of his finger up, up, up, into that spongy part inside her, and she keens. He pulls his free hand down and snakes it into his pants, below his boxers, and lets out a stuttered groan.Â
He watches her, fucking himself with his fist, and keeps fucking her with his finger, a slow slide in and out, curling and uncurling, all while he continues to suck and lick and nibble at her clit.Â
âDaddy, daddy, daddy,â she whines, tugging at his hair urgently, âI think- I think Iâm gonna pee.âÂ
âThatâs good, baby,â he mumbles against her, âthatâs really good. Means itâs working, means daddyâs taking real good care of you.â
âBut-â
âShh, sweetheart. Itâs okay. Just trust me.âÂ
He moves with more fervor, sucking and licking with a messy sort of precision. His finger jerks into her at a rapid pace, and itâs only a few more minutes of this before her whole body seizes and sheâs cumming with a long, high-pitched whine. Â
Her thighs clench around his head, her heels digging into his back, her hand tugging hard on his hair, and it barely takes a few more thrusts before heâs spilling into his own hand.Â
Sheâs whimpering when he pulls away, shifting himself up the bed so he can get a proper look at her. A few tears have spilled from her eyes, painting her pink, flushed cheeks, and sheâs still trying to catch her breath but sheâs radiant. Satiated, even. Like something's fallen into place for her as much as it has for him.Â
He leans down and kisses her tears away. âThat was so good, baby, you did such a good job. Iâm so proud of you, Mel.â She whimpers and wraps her arms around him, tugging him closer to her.Â
He keeps his face an inch above hers, watching the aftereffects of her first orgasm wear off. He cups her cheek, softly thumbing the skin below her eye before she finally opens them.Â
âThere she is,â he smiles. âYou doing okay, baby?âÂ
âMhm,â she hums, still dazed. âThat felt really, um- really good.âÂ
He smirks and kisses the corner of her mouth. âTold you Iâd take care of you, sweetheart.âÂ
âYeah,â she smiles. âyou always do.âÂ
âThatâs right, baby. And I always will, too.âÂ
She observes him for a moment, then draws her fingers up to rest against his lips, watching her own movement.Â
âThank you, daddy,â she whispers.
And Christ, if he isnât the luckiest man alive.Â
For anybody not caught up: Tennessee just passed a new map that pretty much makes it so black neighborhoods have no power in local votes. Two things about this. While protestors were chanting "No Jim Crow", white Tennessee lawmakers were caught laughing on video. On top of this, Representative Justin Pearson and his brother KeShaun Pearson were arrested for trying to give their takes on the matter (which is not only their legal right but literally his job). If you give a shit about black people, help fight this. We can't allow a return to Jim Crow.
A local paper had some great photographs, all taken by Nicole Hester:
The day before, Rep. Justin Pearson tries to attend a Senate Committee meeting and is barred access by the Sergeant at Arms.
Lawmakers and protesters link arms as the descend the capitol steps.
Once inside the chamber, Democratic representatives continued to stand together with arms linked.
They continued standing together with arms linked as votes were cast.
Democratic representatives take a group photo protesting the redistricting.
Rep. Justin Jones burns a photo of the Confederate flag with the words, We will not go back.
And stomps the ashes.
KeShaun Pearson being escorted from the building by the Staties.
KeShaun Pearson (left) being taken into custody. Rep. Justin Pearson (right) showing his support of his brother.
Additional information: State lawmakers have been gunning for Pearson and Jones nearly their entire terms. Most notably, in 2023, the House expelled them for participating in a protest at the Capitol. Their districts had to have special elections to have them reinstated.
Pearson is one of the plaintiffs of a lawsuit seeking an injunction against the redistricting.
The city most affected by the redistricting is Memphis, where locals are fighting against xAI's data center, which has been operating with very little oversight and is poisoning the people who live there. Here is a previous post on that with more information and more sources.
Apparently my brain has been taken over by Twilight currently and specifically Jella because I'm team Jacob TRASH and always will be (sorry for being a brown girl wanting the brown boy to win...) ANYWAYS-
I love the movies, I really do but they lose something. New Moon is of course my favorite but the book is amazing for the little things. Jacob doesn't have to be told that Bella doesn't enjoy music or the fact that he shouldn't bring up Edward or the Cullen's in general, he learns that on his own from the way she reacts and says nothing just changes. Doesn't even bring it up just tries his best to be the distraction she needs. Bella calls him again and again "my Jacob" when he's acting more hardened like being a wolf made him vs when he lets his guard down and lets her in. She calls him her own personal sun as well and just AHH
Jacob doesn't turn for so long even though he's from an alpha line because Bella makes him so unbelievably happy... Their "breakup" scene made me SOB when I was like 9 because I don't know that hurt worse than what Edward had done. Him breaking the rules to come see her and apologize afterwards. Just the pack dynamic as a whole god I love it so much...
Edit: THE RUNNING AWAY SCENE. BELLA LITERALLY SAYING SHE WOULD LEAVE WITH HIM TO GET AWAY FROM IT ALL. COME ON-
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