Magnus

(She/They) 18+ ||Monsterlover and aficionado of men's tits™||

[sassypotatomoose]

With you (Dad Bod! Miguel O'hara x GN! reader)

Pairing: Dad Bod! Miguel O'hara x GN! reader

Warnings: Mentions of body insecurity, swearing, slight innuendos/suggestive content (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: You and your beautiful boyfriend enjoy a rare lazy morning together

Soft golden rays of sunlight flowed through the curtains of the bedroom that you and Miguel shared, bathing everything in a warm yellow glow. It was sometime in the mid-afternoon, and the two of you were still sleeping peacefully, relishing in the warmth of your shared bed.

Miguel had gotten in late last night, finally having come home from a mission that had kept him away from you for three painfully long days. The first thing he had done when he had come in was clear his schedule for the entirety of today. The second thing he had done was crawled into bed next to you and passed out, clearly exhausted.

On rare days like this, you'd typically spend the better part of the morning just laying in each other's arms, enjoying a moment of lazy bliss before being forced to get up to deal with all the tasks of the day. However, today that two of you had planned to do absolutely nothing at all.

You were currently curled up next to Miguel, your face nuzzled perfectly against his soft and hairy chest while your arms and legs were draped over him. You clung to him almost like a koala, his soft, plush body functioning as the world's most comfortable pillow.

The only sound to be heard in the house, was that of Miguel's soft snoring. A sound that had become comforting to you in the time that you'd been with him.

Your eyes fluttered open first, greeted by the sight of Miguel's sleeping face, peaceful and serene. You couldn't help but smile at the way his messy hair framed his forehead, gently brushing a strand away. He stirred at your touch, his own eyes sleepily blinking open to meet yours, a lazy smile spreading across his lips.

"Buenos días, hermosa." he murmured softly, his voice husky with sleep. "How did you sleep?" He asked, bringing a hand up to rub your back tenderly.

"Wonderfully... And you?" You responded with a content sigh, enjoying the way his fingers messaged your back in gentle strokes.

"Mhm... Better than I have in days." He chuckled, pulling you closer, if that was even possible. "Missed being able to hold you, baby." He murmured, leaning forward and pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut, relishing in the plush feeling of his lips. The kiss was short, but full of passion nonetheless, and when you pulled away you couldn't help miss the warmth it provided.

"I missed being able to hold you too, mi osito." You responded, adjusting your head to gaze up at him adoringly through half-lidded eyes, your hand gently kneading at his left pec in a fashion similar to a cat.

He chuckled at the nickname, his cheeks flushing slightly. Since dating you, he had started taking better care of himself, and in the process had gained a bit of relationship weight.

When he had first noticed the weight he'd gained, and the way his muscles had become less defined, he'd been worried that you might find him less attractive. However, you had simply gushed over him instead, assuring him that you loved every inch of him and that if anything, you found him more attractive.

Now, with the help of your constant praise, he was a bit more confident about his body. He would often go shirtless around the house, his belly slightly spilling over the top of the grey sweats he usually wore. He could never really get over the way you'd look at him when he did, always pleasantly surprised by the way your eyes would widen desire and adoration.

He sighed softly, his fingers continuing to glide across your back in soothing circles as he returned your loving gaze. He admired the way that the sunlight seemed to sparkle in your gorgeous eyes, and the way it bathed the rest of your body in an almost ethereal glow.

You were so picturesque in moments like these, he would sometimes question how someone as perfect as you could exist. He wished he could delight in the beauty of these moments forever. The way you looked at him as if there was no one you'd rather see, the way your scent flooded his every last one of his senses, the way your body melded perfectly to fit in his arms... He put every last detail to memory, capturing them in a way that cameras never could.

When he was with you, nothing else seemed to matter.

"I love you so much, y'know that baby?" He murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, adoring the way your eyes fluttered in response.

"I do... And I love you more, Migs." You responded after a moment. You'd been so caught up in admiring him, and the way his soft curls were framing his face, you almost hadn't heard him.

"That's impossible, mi vida." He responded softly, turning so that he was on his side to face you a bit better, practically trapping you under the weight of his arm and leg as they slid over you in the process. Not that you would complain one bit, the soft hair that covered his body made it feel like you were being snuggled by the world's biggest teddy bear.

"I disagree." You chuckled. "But, I'm too tired to get into a 'I love you more' fight right now, so let's just say we're evenly matched, yeah?"

He let out a chuckle of his own. "Fine, fine. Whatever makes you happy, baby." He smirked, amused. "I'll just have to prove my love for you in other ways later." He teased in a low, sensual tone.

"You are such a perv." You laughed, lightly smacking him in the arm in response. Though, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips, nor the blush that dusted your cheeks.

"I was talking about making you breakfast, you're the one with the perverted thoughts, mi vida." He responded innocently, chuckling once more.

"Oh I'm sure you were." You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes at his feigned innocence and continuing to smile despite yourself.

"I was, truly." He defended with a smirk, his hand moving to push a stray hair from your face. "You just always assume the worst of me." He Tsk'd softly.

"Mhm, sure." You responded, before turning and nuzzling your face back into his chest. "Because you always have the only the best and purest of intentions." You murmured sarcastically.

"Yes, I do. In fact, to prove it, I'll get up and go start breakfast right now, how does that sound?" He said, teasingly beginning to slide away from you.

"No. Absolutely not." You objected, latching onto his warmth and keeping his arm around you.

"Oh? And why not?" He asked, amusement laced in his tone as he gazed down at you lovingly.

"Because this is one of the first mornings we've been able to spend together in months, and we're going to savor every moment that we possibly can in this bed before we get up." You responded, your tone playfully stern. "Breakfast can wait, I'd much rather get to spend at least a few more minutes in your arms... Hell, even after breakfast I may drag your beautiful ass back here."

He chuckled before sighing in contentment, softly snuggling back into place beside you. "Hmm... Well, I guess I can't disagree with that reasoning, mi vida." He says giving you another gentle, yet short and sloppy kiss. "What better way to spend the day than to lay in bed with you?"

Thank you for reading! Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated 💙

Beautiful dividers by @across-the-art-verse

[optionalplane]

attack for @milkhorns

[bgm05]

the reason usa birth rates going down is because we have a whole generation of women whose sexual awakening was Sans undertale and none of the men want to wear jorts and drink ketchup and go Er er er

[mando-fando]

At first, it was innocent. He had never intended to learn your routine, or the way your nose would scrunch up when you read something funny. 

He never should’ve known what days you washed your hair when you showered. 

Never should’ve known your comfort tv show 

Or your favorite type of wine 

Or the type of ice cream that you ate on especially rough days after work. 

But he did. 

Miguel was out on patrol one evening. He sat atop a building and scanned the night with his impeccable vision. His gaze landed on you.

You were laid on your couch watching tv so casually. You lived on the upper levels of a high rise building. You expected total privacy, so your guard was down completely. 

You looked so innocent to him, so normal. 

You were wearing sweatpants and a tank top. Your hair was damp, as if you’d just taken a shower. 

He watched with intrigue as you lifted your hand and reached over to the coffee table to pick up an almost empty glass of red wine. 

You polished it off, still unaware that a masked man watched you from the shadows. 

The show you were watching ended. You picked up the remote and turned the tv off. 

He watched you toss your empty glass in the dishwasher and trudge to your bedroom. 

He snapped out of a daze and drew his attention back to the dangers of the city below him. Below you. 

A small part of Miguel became obsessed with how obscenely normal your life seemed.

He knew he’d never be able to lead a life so calm and casual. 

Was he jealous? Was he infatuated? He didn’t know. 

He returned the next night, a little earlier than before. 

You were in your kitchen leaning against the counter on your phone. 

Your brow was furrowed in concentration. He watched you set your phone down and move some things around on your counter. You pulled out a knife and a cutting board and some vegetables. 

He watched you cook for a long time. He found himself smiling at you taking bites of ingredients. 

His eyes were glued to you as you scooped some pasta onto a plate and sat down to eat by yourself. 

Miguel realized you lived alone. He felt a newfound sense of purpose in protecting you, keeping you safe from the crime hundreds of feet below your beautiful apartment in the clouds. 

You finished your dinner and cleaned up the kitchen. Then, you walked down the hallway to the other side of the apartment that he couldn’t see. 

He briefly considered swinging to another building for a better vantage point, but he needed to give you at least some privacy. He knew you were safe so long as you stayed within your four walls. 

You eventually returned in a set of pajamas and plopped on the couch. Your face was clean.

A few days later, he switched it up. He visited you in the early morning instead. He heard the distant blaring of an alarm. 

You slowly walked down the hall. Your hair was a mess, and you looked a little disheveled. He chuckled to himself. He found you adorable.

You went through the motions of making yourself a quick breakfast and coffee, seemingly in a bit of a rush. He watched you stick everything into a to-go container and run back to your room. 

You emerged wearing a matching gray skirt and blazer with heels. 

You grabbed your things from the kitchen counter, slung your purse over your shoulder, and marched out the door. 

Weeks passed. He began visiting more frequently. 

Your apartment sat vacant for several days. He began to grow worried. 

He dared to move closer to your window. He told himself he was concerned that you were injured, or worse. 

Before he knew it, he found himself in your living room. 

It was surreal standing in the place that he’d only seen through panes of glass for so long. 

He dragged a gentle finger along the back of the couch. He read the labels of the wine sitting on your counter.

He put one foot in front of the other and quietly opened your bedroom door. 

It was empty. 

Messy. 

The bed was made but the quilt was wrinkled. 

Clothes were strewn on the floor. 

He knew you; you were not the type to leave things this way. 

Something was wrong.  

He heard keys jingling in the front door. 

Miguel swung up into the rafters, poised and waiting for the intruder into your home. 

He heard the familiar sound of your footsteps. You walked in and stood beneath him with a suitcase looking exhausted. 

You reached up and unclipped your hair. You dragged the suitcase behind you and let it fall flat on the floor of your bedroom. 

You pulled your shirt over your head. He averted his gaze. 

You nearly dragged yourself to the bathroom. 

He heard the shower turn on. 

He returned to his original vantage point on the other building. He had been too close. He had seen you. Really seen you.

And he felt his heart flutter in his chest. 

Your face was more beautiful than he’d realized. Your eyes were captivating. He wanted to look at them for hours. 

He wanted you to look at him, to see him too, the way he had seen you. 

You came out of the bathroom and went back into the bedroom. You didn’t emerge for the rest of the night. 

He swung through the city thinking of nothing but your face. 

He couldn’t go a day without visiting. 

There was something about you that he found intriguing. Your life seemed fine, but a familiar sense of loneliness permeated your apartment. He knew it too well. 

He found the building where you worked. He listened to you deliver presentations and delegate tasks to your staff calmly and confidently. 

You consumed his every waking thought. Every time he closed his eyes, he dreamt of you smiling back at him with love in your eyes. 

He could never bring himself to contaminate your perfect life with his destructive touch. You were normal, young, successful. He felt as though he ruined everyone who had the misfortune of crossing his path. 

He would have to keep his distance. Love you from afar. 

One evening, you came home a little later than usual with bright pink cheeks and a smile from ear to ear. 

You were on the phone with someone, and you held it to your ear with your shoulder as you set your things down on the counter. 

“I don’t know… I really like him. I have a weird feeling about it. Like a good feeling.” You said. 

He furrowed his brow, listening more intently. 

“I got super close to him and waited for him to kiss me, but he never did. He’s so shy,” You chuckled. 

A wave of emotions flooded over Miguel. Jealousy, anger, sadness all at once. He wanted you to be happy, but he wanted to be the one to make you happy. 

“I’m seeing him again tomorrow.” You smiled. “We’re going to see a movie. I’ll let you know how it goes! Bye, love you.” He watched you hang up the phone and start your usual evening routine. 

Tonight, your demeanor was so much different. You were almost floating. 

Miguel’s heart ached. 

You kept that lightness in your step for days. 

Suddenly, your routine was all wrong. You’d get home later, no longer making dinner cause you’d eaten with him. You’d take longer showers, wake up earlier, spend longer on your makeup. 

He wanted to hate it, but he couldn’t. He’d never seen you this way.

Miguel began to miss you. The memory of your face up close began to fade from his memory.

You walked in the door earlier than you had in weeks. You slammed the door closed behind you and dropped your things on the floor, not even bothering to see where they landed. 

A look of concern painted Miguel’s masked face. He cocked his head as he watched you collapse onto the couch face first. Your body heaved as you sobbed. 

He began moving a bit closer. 

You looked up to take a breath and noticed the masked vigilante sitting on the roof of the building across from you. 

Your face was red, your eyes swollen from crying. Without thinking, you opened the door to your balcony and looked at him with a curious expression. 

He suddenly landed in front of you with surprising agility. You stared up at his hulking figure and blinked the tears from your eyes. 

He reached a gentle hand out to wipe a stray tear from your cheek. 

A warmth flooded your body. You knew how incredibly dumb it was to all but invite a stranger onto your patio. A genetically enhanced, 6’10” stranger at that. 

Despite your more logical brain trying to find a way back to its perceived safety, you kept your feet planted firmly. 

You had no idea what to say. What was there to say? 

“You saw me crying?” You asked quietly. 

He nodded. “You look heartbroken.” 

You took a deep breath and crossed your arms, suddenly aware of how unkempt you looked after crying your eyes out. 

“It’s…dumb.” You shook your head. “Relationship problems. Or, lack thereof.” You tried to chuckle. 

“There are much worse things to cry about,” he said. He turned his head to the skyline. 

“There are…” you agreed. “I forget that sometimes. I stay home too often. I forget how fortunate I am.” 

You took a step over to the railing and began to lean against it. He shot an arm out and stopped you. 

“Relax,” you smiled. “I’m not going to jump just because someone broke up with me over text.” 

“Sorry, instinct.” He retracted his warm hand. It was hard to tell, but you thought he might be smiling underneath the mask. 

You stared at each other for a long moment. An alarm went off in the distance, drawing his attention. He perched on your balcony railing. 

“Take care of yourself.” 

He was gone. 

You watched him swinging from building to building until he was out of sight. 

Your thoughts spiraled in hundreds of directions. You spent the rest of your evening googling everything about the man behind the mask. 

Obsessed was an understatement. You spent the next day at work reading article after article about him. You watched news clips and indulged in the candid videos of him saving the people of your beloved city. 

You felt your heart thud in your chest as you fell for him. 

It was a naive idea. Surely thousands of people in the city had a crush on him. What made you so special?

But then you remembered his gentle hand on your cheek, and you’d almost fall all over again. 

Who was he?

[effloradox]

he will wait (until you give yourself to him)

pairing: jareth the goblin king x reader

part 2 of nowhere man

notes: when i wrote part 1 of this i had no idea i was going to do a sequel (hence why it’s been nearly a year) but i’m actually really happy with this fic :)

word count: 2.6k

You're not sure how it happened. One minute you'd been walking about the castle, reading one of the few books you'd found in the castle library that was in a language you understood, and the next you'd been falling through the floor down a narrow passage. You suspected a bitter goblin was behind it but couldn't be sure, it had all happened so suddenly. Maybe Jareth had been behind you but you doubted it. Something in the air seems to shift in his presence and you don't remember feeling anything out of the ordinary except surprise. The fall is something of a painful blur and you're somewhat dazed when you finally hit the ground.

Falling all the way into the labyrinth brings back an onslaught of memories, none of them good.

You've never actually run the labyrinth. Given that you had been offered up to the Goblin King, it had never been required of you. In a particularly heated argument when you'd first arrived the King had threatened to put you in here but had fallen short of actually doing so in what he had described as 'an act of mercy'. You'd walked through it together a few times though, Jareth liked to walk you round to display the magnificence of it on days when he was in a particularly good mood, usually because a runner had once again failed to escape it. Being here unaccompanied was much more unnerving.

It only takes a few unknown sounds coming from somewhere in the distance for you to decide to start walking.

It doesn't take you long to realise that the labyrinth is guiding you through itself, presumably back to the Goblin City. The walls seem to shift around in front of you; turning you this way or that way as the Goblin City's silhouette starts to get progressively more imposing. That knowledge brings you some comfort and slows your pace back to your place of residence. You let a hand trail across the rough grain of the labyrinth's walls and find that you never have to take it away, that the labyrinth uses it as something as an anchor to guide you back home.

You briefly wonder when you started to consider the Goblin City as your home. You're quick to dismiss that thought, that's something to haunt you before you sleep for the next few nights rather than right now. The last thing you need right now is to have a complete breakdown.

It's almost peaceful being on your own for a while. Goblin's don't venture into the labyrinth if they know what's good for them, many of them have been lost here and ended up in the bog of eternal stench so they tend to avoid it like the plague. Being unwatched for maybe the first time since you arrived here is a luxury you don't plan to take for granted.

You lose yourself in a daydream quickly, following the path being set out in front of you. It takes longer than it should for you to realise you're not as alone as you initially assumed. In fairness to yourself, it's been a long time since you've seen an unfamiliar face. You hadn't even known Jareth had taken someone recently. No one had made it anywhere near the castle for so long you'd stopped looking out the windows of the castle for them.

Another human stands in front of you, a panicked look etched onto their face. They move towards you quickly, taking a firm hold of your arm.

"Oh thank god! I thought I was the only one! You have to help me!" Their grip on your arm is firm, bordering on painful. If they see you wince they don't react, only holding you tighter. "I need to get out of this place! Do you know the way?"

You shake your head. "No, sorry. I don't know where I'm going." It's a half truth, but they don't need to know that. The runner's face pinches with frustration before it softens into something you think might be pity.

"How long have you been here?" It's a question you're not sure how to answer.

"I'm not sure. What date is it when you're from?" They give you the date they remember it being and the pity blossoms into something more tangible as your face falls. Years. You've been here for years. When they speak again, their voice is much softer, like if they speak any louder you might shatter in front of them.

"My name's Taylor. What's yours?" You give yours in a similar fashion. Your voice comes out thin, defeated. They take your hand in theirs, giving it a light squeeze. "We can work out how to get out of here together, okay? I won't leave you behind." For the first time in years, you actually take them at their word. You don't believe them, only the Goblin King himself could truly free you of this place, but you believe their sincerity.

They're 7 hours into their run, they tell you. Over half way but they've made good progress from your reckoning. The shadow of the Goblin City lingers over the two of you in the mid-day sun as they lead you down this turn and that, talking more to themself than you but you don't mind much. You're not feeling particularly conversational at the moment.

You realise long before the runner that you're going in circles. Big circles, ones that aren't particularly obvious if you're not familiar with the labyrinth, but circles nonetheless. Whilst the labyrinth had felt like something of an ally when you were on your own, it feels like an enemy to the runner. Given how well they'd done in the first half of their run, you can't help but feel bad that you're hindering their chance at freedom so badly. You almost want to tell them to leave you behind but you fall short of actually doing so. Their grip on you is tight, like they're worried you'll disappear into thin air if they let go of you for even a moment. Time passes in a blur like usual but having another human around is oddly grounding. They keep checking on you, asking if you need a rest or some water, both of which you turn down. From your estimations, you'd been walking through the labyrinth for two hours when something seems to shift in the air. It sends a chill down your spine.

"Ah, there you are dearest." The voice of the Goblin King cuts through the silence of the labyrinth, leaving you and your fellow human frozen to the spot. He's dressed in his ceremonial robes, a flurry of fabrics in a breeze that wasn't there before he appeared. A look of irritation passes over his face as his eyes land on your entwined hands. You tug your arm away like the runner's hand has burned you. The fae are possessive things, you don't want to think about his reactions to everything that's transpired in the last few hours.

"Your highness." You bow, more out of habit than any real respect you have for him, then immediately realise your mistake. The runner looks at you with an unreadable expression, eyes darting between you and the Goblin King suspiciously. Strike one, you think. No runner would ever bow to the person trapping them like a rat in a cage.

"How do you like my labyrinth? Quite a tricky thing isn't it?" Whatever was going through the runner's mind is dropped when they process the Goblin King's words. They stick their chin out at him, standing a little bit taller.

"It's not that tricky. We're making good progress." They almost sound like they believe what they're saying which is the most impressive thing about the runner.

"Oh, is that so? From my estimations you've been walking in circles for almost two hours." The runner's expression drops for a moment before recovering. It's enough though, you see the first signs of doubt take root in them. You're painfully reminded just how much the Goblin King likes to trick and manipulate people.

"I still have four hours left then. We can still escape." They take your hand again, making a point of you being a united front. If they notice the tremor in your hands, they don't comment.

"We?" For the first time since he appeared before the two of you, the Goblin King seems to actually start taking the runner seriously. The way his gaze lands on you makes you shrink slightly. Strike two, maze runners aren't meant to be afraid of the Goblin King. They're angry at him.

"I'm not leaving them behind. We're going to leave together." The Goblin King lets out a soft noise of acknowledgment at the runner's words, a smug looks settling on his face. He turns to you and, for the first time in a long time, you think he might actually be angry with you.

"I must say you've done a wonderful job, my dear. Wasting their time like that pretending you don't know where you're going. Very commendable." His lies have an instantaneous effect on the runner as they rip their hand away from yours. Strike three, you're out.

"What's he talking about?"

"You didn't really believe you'd just happened upon another human who got lost here did you? I thought you were supposed to be a bright one." The Goblin King speaks before you even dare to utter a syllable. Denying his claims would only serve to make you worse off in the long run but the betrayal on the runner's face is something that is going to haunt your dreams for a long time.

"You tricked me!" Their rage is burning hot, eyes a burning storm, and when they move quickly towards you, it partly horrifies you that you instinctively step closer to Jareth, hoping he'll protect you from their (well placed) fury. He does, of course, whether intentionally or not. The floor of the labyrinth almost seems to give way under the runner's feet and they fall through with a startled cry. Maybe into the oubliette, maybe somewhere worse. You're not sure you have it in you to care. It's clear their time in the labyrinth has come to an end. There's a heavy silence between the two of you for a moment.

"Is that why I'm here? So you can play with your food?" Jareth almost looks offended at your accusation. There's a whisper in your head that you'll pay for that comment at some point but there's a lot of things that have happened today that you'll probably be paying for so it almost feels logical to get all your insubordination out in one fell swoop.

"Come now dearest, even I'm not that cruel. Not towards you, at least. No, that was a goblin who had ideas above his station. I'll deal with him later."

"Oh." A wave of numbness passes through you as you turn away from the Goblin King, steadying yourself against the wall of the labyrinth which almost seems to move forwards to meet you halfway. You briefly wonder if you're going to pass out or be sick.

"Oh come now, it's not all bad (Y/N)." You freeze at his words, turning slowly on your heel. The triumphant grin on his face makes only serves to make you feel sicker. How could he…

"'You heard me." You curse yourself. You'd been so careful to never give him your true name, content to let him call you whatever else he desired to avoid doing so. It was the only thing you had over him. You hadn't even thought about handing it over to the runner when they'd asked, too overwhelmed by the situation to think about the potential consequences of your actions.

"I hear everything that's said in my lands, but you already knew that. Remarkably careless of you really. If I'd known this was all it would take to make you hand it over I would have dropped you in here eons ago." Him knowing your true name feels like a death sentence in what has been years of living in purgatory. If you had any misguided visions of one day escaping his capture and being free of this place, they've been dashed by one foolish decision on your part.

"I…" You want to lash out; scream that this isn't fair, that none of this is fair. This isn't how your life was supposed to be. Your words fail you though when you look back up at the predatory smile Jareth wears.

"It's only fair, dearest. You've had knowledge of my true name for all this time, it only makes sense that I deserve yours in turn. I've been so incredibly patient don't you agree?" You've wondered many times since that fateful night whether the name he gave you was his true name or just another lie regardless of what he promised. The idea that he freely gave you his true name even when he could've easily deceived you once again stirs something in you whether you want it to or not. It does nothing to reassure you of your fate though. Knowledge of true names is power in this realm, and you're starting to wonder if today's events make you a liability to him. Being his little pet isn't fun but it's kept you relatively safe for all this time; today is the first time in a long time that you question why you're still permitted to grace the halls of the castle.

"So what now? I become just another of your goblin slave?" His face scrunches with displeasure at your question, like you've suggested he wear the same outfit to two consecutive balls.

"Hardly. Gosh you really do think little of me, don't you?" You don't respond to that, not trusting yourself to hold your tongue. There's no sense in digging yourself a deeper grave at this point. He tuts his annoyance at your silence but continues, more than used to this particular song and dance. "You seemed to know so much about fae culture when you first arrived and yet you're entirely ignorant to the most important information."

"And what information is that?" The question spills out before you can reign it in. The smile on his face is a terrifying mix of sinister and triumphant. You're once again painfully reminded that the thing in front of you is far from human.

"Anyone who knows a fae monarch's true name and is known by them in kind becomes their consort." Your legs almost give out underneath you as you take in his words. Consort. The word spirals through your mind, unsettling every part of you it reaches. He wants to marry you? You're aware that he's started talking again but you can't make out the words, it's like your head is underwater and everything coming through is muffled. He huffs a sigh of irritation at you but doesn't push it which might be the most generous thing he's ever done for you.

The labyrinth seems to almost melt away from your sight, rough grain softening to smooth stone underneath your fingertips. You blink and you're back in the castle, your long-forgotten book only an arms reach from you. Jareth is nowhere to be seen so you allow yourself to slide down the wall, unable to support your own weight anymore. The cool touch of the stone soothes you for only a moment. A tear escapes your eyes before you can stop it.

You're never leaving this place.

[bogleech]

This is one of those true, declassified government things that always sounds made up but one of the things Henry Kissinger did with his career was use the CIA to help turn small, prosperous socialist nations into fascist dictatorships just to keep those nations powerless and possibly to keep socialist systems *looking* doomed and futile to the American public, like maybe just to scare Americans out of demanding better infrastructure or universal income. Yes it sounds like an insane conspiracy theory a maniac would invent. It also happened multiple times and several generations of people around the world are still living in misery because of it.

[luxflora]

[pfaugh]

Operation Condor - Wikipedia

[xeansicemane]

Remember folks, the two types of conspiracy theory are "Things the CIA or FBI has admitted to doing" and "Antisemitism"

[orpheuslament]

friendships end. relationships end. fictional man whos doing even worse than you is forever

[sassypotatomoose]

There's nothing more beautiful than a big beefy man in lingerie 💕

[depsidase]

[depsidase]

[ye-olde-tardis]

Because we have to talk in code about this on tiktok, I'm here to help spread some helpful tips to all my American anti-fascists out here who may need it. If you see police car that looks like this, (predominant blue stripe),

This is an ICE car. They are out and about right now hunting down immigrants, legal and illegal.

If you see them- or really, any police car- lurking, scream at the top of your lungs.

"La Migra"

Help save a family.

[nerdreamer]

[pears-palette]

An important PSA to remember!

[ID in Alt]

[seven-winged-liar]

now more than ever, it is imperative that you spend time with people you love and doing things that you love. be prepared but please please please don't dwell on things that have yet to happen. you have to have hope for a better future in order to build one. it's gonna be okay. we're gonna make it. i love you.

[heraelis]

via NYPost: Immigration and Customs Enforcement is preparing to launch a “big f–king operation” across sanctuary cities — including Chicago and New York — immediately after President-elect Donald Trump’s inauguration, multiple sources told The Post.

Starting Jan. 21, multi-day “ground operations” will be launched across cities that have served as safe havens for migrants because the local authorities do not cooperate with the federal government when it comes to immigration issues, sources said.

[jewish-sideblog]

“Elon didn’t mean to sieg heil, he’s just autistic”

Do you guys remember when Kanye said he was gonna go “death con” on all the Jews? Do you remember how his apologists said he was just off his bipolar meds? Do you remember that he doubled down, said he didn’t actually have bipolar, and he had been misdiagnosed by a Jew doctor? Do you remember he proceeded to meet with prominent white supremacists and told infowars he was a Nazi who loved Hitler?

Nobody ever believes the Jews the first time, even though our culture has spent literally thousands of years learning the warning signs. We know what we’re looking at. It’s two consecutive Nazi salutes on a white supremacist’s inauguration day. You can downplay it all you want, but this coal mine’s canary isn’t coming back to life.

[a-confused-loser-venting]

going to say something stupid but

with the way things are going now, i think killing people who ruin and oppress the lives of millions is morally right