#this is more

[pinklesbianstraberry]

Guys, I was just thinking about it a little bit

But doesn't Yoojin have a few fetishes?

In chapter 41-42 of the novel, when Director Song strangles him, he doesn't see it as a bad thing and even grows more fond of him. And yes, we can say that this is because Yoojin realized the director did it out of concern for him, but it's still suspicious.

Later in the chapters where they are dismantling the Awakening Center and cleaning up the organization, Yoojin mentions how unpleasant it is to have the organization's leaders tied up in front of him and how he wishes he could have young, attractive men tied up in front of him instead...

Later in the chapters where the puppeteer tries to take Director Song away and they are forced to enter subspace with the Chinese man (I'm so sorry, I forgot his name and couldn't find it anywhere), he mentions how he would like the servant in subspace to have Sung Hyunjae's face and call him "master." Then they have a conversation where he tries not to look like someone with strange fetishes, but it only makes him look worse (because he is someone with a strange fetishes).

There may be, and I know there are, many more moments like these.

Han Yoojin is extremely strange and has curious fetishes about dominating and being dominated. I won't even mention how he fantasizes about Director Song "giving him his leash" or how he fantasizes about him losing his temper and breaking everything, him included (like another blond we know)

[daveydoodle]

I don't want to go out to clean off the car later 😞 ❄️🌨️

[owlinanotheruniverse]

dunno if this has been said before but I'd Be Fine (If I Never Saw You Again) by All Time Low is such a percico coded song. more specifically Nico singing it about Percy:

I know I'd be fine If I never saw you again I don't mind, I'm fine It really isn't hard to pretend

trying to convince himself he can live without Percy yet...

I know that I'd be fine if I never saw you again 'til I see you again

he just can't resist him. Nico keeps going back, Percy keeps letting him in, and each time Nico's reminded of how much he needs Percy in his life

and this bit:

There's no one quite like you I hate that I like you But when I'm inside you There's nothing I won't do Try to resist but it's simply no use Your delicate wrist got my neck in your noose

like that's so Nico and Percy in a fwb but Nico still has all his feelings for Percy buried inside of him! Nico who hates his feelings yet knows, deep down, there's no one who could match Percy for him. constantly falling back into bed with him, crumbling into his own desires unable to stop himself as he has himself trapped in Percy

yet then they part again and the cycle repeats...

[durgekin]

Yeah I’m actually not even that devoted to you I really just want to kill and doing it in your name gives my unshakeable cravings for violence a purpose. Think of this as an act of convenience

[bvckbiter]

Smartwatermagic but it's a Ta wins au🤭👀?

(I already have too much anons in your askbox, need to rectify that)

hmm... this actually gave me a scene idea so i hope you dont mind if i hijack with a rough ficlet...

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The Titan Army demigods had a cardinal rule on the battlefield: lose sight of Annabeth Chase, and you started counting the seconds you had left to live.

Though technically in this case, Alabaster hadn't lost sight of her. He's walking back to his assigned quarters in the ruins of Olympus, a golden-grilled shed where Hephaestus formerly kept his robots (he really tries to not think of what it means that Kronos placed him here...), when she ambushes him with a knife to the throat.

She's fast, and Alabaster knows he'd lose on any good day, even moreso that he hasn't slept for 2 days straight now. So his back hits the wall with an unceremonious wheeze, metal biting at delicate skin.

"Free him," she says lowly.

"I don't know who you're talking about."

Annabeth slams him against the wall once more, the back of his head making painful contact. His vision goes awry and refocuses when he's eye-level with one of her boots.

The other grinds his spelling hand down onto the ground to stop him from casting any magic.

"Play dumb again, Tory, and your hand gets the knife. You know who I'm talking about; you've been ordered to execute him tomorrow."

He snorts, meeting her piercing gaze. "Keyword: ordered. If you want to save Jackson's life, save your threats for those on top."

But of course, someone like Annabeth Chase doesn't need something that obvious explained to her. She crouches down, and Alabaster's jaw drops in a silent scream as the increasing weight on his hand threatens to tear it apart.

"You owe him a blood debt," she haughtily tells him.

Alabaster's eyes narrow. "No the fuck I don't," he hisses.

She smiles, a cat capturing the canary. "Your little brother, the one who just turned 12. The one who warned you that the ship was going to blow up. How do you think he knew?"

Blood drains from his face. Peter had refused to tell him.

"A life for a life," Annabeth says, then she goes in for the kill: "Ethan would agree."

"Shut up," he snarls, even as his throat goes tight. "Don't you dare pretend you had any love lost for him."

"Oh, Tory..." She grabs his face and turns it up to better see the tears pooling against his waterline. "It only matters that you did. Now, will you free him or not?"

[stromuprisahat]

about suppression of the Streltsy uprising: If there is doubt [regarding his active participation], there is none on the matter of Peter's responsibility for the mass tortures and death, or on the question of his presence in the torture chambers while flesh was being flayed or burned. To us this seems brutal and degrading; to Peter it seemed necessary. He was indignant, he was angry, and he wanted to hear the truth himself. "So great a distrust of his boyars had taken possession-of the Tsar's mind," says Korb, "that he was afraid to entrust them with the smallest part of this examination, preferring rather to devise the interrogatories and to examine the accused [himself]." Besides, Peter never hesitated to be a participant in the enterprises he commanded, whether on the battlefield, on shipboard or in the torture chamber. He had decreed the interrogation and destruction of the Streltsy; he would not sit back and wait for someone to bring him news that his command had been obeyed. Yet, Peter was not a sadist. He did not enjoy seeing people tortured—he did not, for instance, set bears on people merely to see what would happen, as Ivan the Terrible had done. He tortured for practical reasons of state: to extract information. He executed as punishment for treason. To him these were natural, traditional and even moral actions. Few of his seventeenth-century contemporaries, Russian or European, would have argued this principle. In fact, at that moment in Russian history, what counted was not the morality of Peter's act but its effect. The destruction of the Streltsy inspired in the Russian people a belief in Peter's harsh, implacable will, and proclaimed his iron determination to tolerate no opposition to his rule. Thereafter, despite his Western clothes and tastes, his people knew that they had no choice except to follow. For beneath the Western clothes beat the heart of a Muscovite tsar. This was part of Peter's plan. He did not destroy the Streltsy simply to wreak vengeance, or to expose one specific plot, but to make an example, to terrify, to force submission. The lesson of the Streltsy, burned in blood and fire, was one from which we today recoil, but it cemented Peter's reign. It gave him the power to work his reforms and—for better or worse—to revolutionize Russian society.

Peter the Great: His Life and World (Robert K. Massie)

[crassivity]

pov: you are a menace to am’s datacenters (NSFW under cut!)

oh haha i am so stuck and helpless and breedable here, hope that no angry mean computer decides to fuck me about it :pp