#ICE checkpoints

[rejectingrepublicans]

[br0adsw0rd]

@efervon4u

Given merely a key and a set of directions, the ex-scaldra finds himself at a marked door. Painted with the symbol of the Hex. A six armed fractal. All the doors that the protoframes took as their private quarters had been marked with such. Not out of selfishness, but necessity. Should there ever be a civilian that was ignorant to where exactly each of the members could be found (or if they were unable to otherwise be located in said spots), it was a simple way of letting someone know that one of their protectors resided within.

But that was strange. This marking was only for the original six members. Even the newcomers hadn't gotten their own labels yet. And yet there it was. The glossy bright green paint smiling up at him. Fresh and new and still a bit tacky along its edges. The key fits. The knob turns. And within stood a room four (maybe even FIVE) times the size of his meager supply closet. It all looked recently moved. The desk in the corner, coated with new papers and notebooks and writing supplies. The mini fridge next to it, softly whirring and stacked with chilled bottles of water and a couple cans of soda.

To his right was an actual closet. Not one he had to sleep in. A real closet with real clothes. Outfits supplied by none other than Isaacs. There was even a nice new rug. Sienna, that deep, almost rustic orange, coated the harsh concrete floor. Pinning down one of it's corners was a nightstand, set with a shaded lamp and what seemed to be a still charging laptop. Bulky and clunky, but state of the art.

And the main attraction. A real bed. Not a hammock. An actual bed. Set against the far wall, it had been elevated too high for a normal person to climb up comfortably. However, it was the perfect height for Christov to sit and not have his knees in his chest. Made with new bedding. New blankets. New comforter. New pillows. New new new. And all for him. Beneath the frame was a collection of lockboxes for storage and their keys. Even a small plastic tote that hid new shoes; a pair of boots and an extra large pair of slippers.

And nearly lost in the shock and awe of the gifts was a note. It was almost lost on the patterned, orange pillow cases, but it was there. A white sheet of paper folded up around something. It only weighed a few ounces once picked up, but it unfolded into a small note. Small, painfully neat lettering. Stacked together and perfectly scrawled like the letters themselves were being beaten into shape by their pencil.

"Chris, I know you're a bit of an ascetic when it comes to stuff like this. Sol knows we have to be to survive these days. I want you to know that you deserve this, though. You deserve somewhere bigger than a broom closet to rest your head. Take a few minutes to settle in if you need. I've got your "Welcome home" meal cooking, so meet us in the food court soon. -A"

From the note falls a small chain. A set of dog tags. Nothing new to a soldier, of course. But looking closer gave another perspective. One side held his name and information. Height. Weight. Blood type. Things dog tags usually hold for emergencies. On the back of each, however, was the same symbol painted onto his door. And a strange rank beneath his name.

CHRISTOV USHENIN RND TBL - HEX

[goodhairbadmanners]

Malicious compliance? Don't mind if I do!🍽😋

[wat3rm370n]

Is your local county sheriff making deputies defacto ICE agents?

The answer is maybe, because it’s happening in Bucks County Pennsylvania which is 2,000 miles from the Mexico border, and not close to Canada, nor even too close to the coastline.

BUCKS COUNTY BEACON Exclusive: Sheriff Fred Harran Enlists Bucks County in Trump’s Nationwide Immigration Crackdown The Bucks County Sheriff’s office has an application pending to participate in ICE’s 287(g) “task force model”, which essentially makes local law enforcement officers de facto ICE agents. by Cyril Mychalejko | April 22, 2025 Roughly 2,000 miles away from the Mexico border, Bucks County will soon officially become the next battlefield in the Trump administration’s war on undocumented immigrants. Bucks County Sheriff Fred Harran has applied for his office to participate in ICE’s 287(g) “task force model” partnership, a program described as a “force multiplier” as it trains and then deputizes local law enforcement officers to act as de facto ICE agents as they perform their day-to-day duties. “The final paperwork is in Washington. I got off the phone with ICE an hour ago,” Harran told the Beacon Tuesday morning. “It’s completed on my end and we’re waiting on the final signature.” The approval is imminent.

Political Research Associates have a map of sheriffs who’ve been known to be into this sort of thing: https://politicalresearch.org/sheriffs-map/

I think we need to review what sheriffs have been doing already, like the Rwandan genocide style neighborhood checkpoints stopping people who supposedly “look like immigrants” and asking for their papers I guess.

What is FAIR? The Insurgence: Sheriffs—Season 1, Episode 4 Cloee Cooper Political Research Associates October 24, 2024 CLOEE: This is Stefanía Arteaga, an immigrant rights leader from North Carolina. Stefania: It wasn’t until spring break of my senior year of high school. I remember this vividly because I just remember crying and sobbing profusely. Stefania: I got a call from my mom… It was just.. terrible because I had seen checkpoints before, um, but I had never had an understanding until that point of what the checkpoints actually meant. CLOEE: We usually think of check-points associated with militarized zones, or border-crossings. The check-point Stefania was referring to was inside of a town — sheriff’s deputies stopping people from driving from one neighborhood to another, just for looking like an immigrant. Just think, far right sheriffs like the ones we’ve heard about, with the power to arrest and detain people they think are immigrants. Stefania: Sheriff’s deputies on this two lane road right outside of a park and rec field just stopping people and asking them for identification and a driver’s license… and of course, the immigrant community in East Charlotte, which is heavily Latino, nobody had those documentations.

And it’s eerie how casually checkpoints are mentioned in a proposed anti mask ban bill, just assuming that people should be stopped and identified at random in public and expected to remove a medical mask. What’s next? Just having people stop you at random and asking you to take off your knit hat in the middle of winter? Who thinks this is rational or needed? It seems unAmerican frankly.

Some of these county sheriffs have been deputizing vigilantes, just rando pals who are members of the public.

AP – A New York county with one of the nation’s largest police forces is deputizing armed residents – By PHILIP MARCELO Updated 3:09 PM EST, June 11, 2024 Nassau County officials posted a notice in March seeking private citizens with gun licenses to serve as provisional special deputy sheriffs who could assist in the “protection of human life and property during an emergency.” Twenty-five have completed training in recent weeks, but locals who have been rallying against the scheme question the need for the unit and have raised concerns about the potential for overpolicing after departments across the country cracked down on protests against the Israel-Hamas war. Democrats, who are the minority in the county legislature, and some community advocates say they worry Nassau County Executive Bruce Blakeman — a Republican and staunch supporter of former President Donald Trump — could call up the deputies to quell political dissent, a charge he strongly denies. Critics also contend that emergencies require a different type of volunteer.

This was all happening without much fuss being made about it apparently. So maybe we shouldn’t be surprised. Nobody really reported on when Ivan Raiklin, with ties to Republican movers and shakers, said there were actual plans for county level officials to deputize ex military anti-vaxxers with axes to grind for “livestreamed swatting raids” on people on shitlists – he specified this would be happening no matter who won the presidential election.

I’ve not gotten any straight answers, or any response at all from local officials I’ve written to about this. I just saw Mayor Cognetti of Scranton PA in the news in late January was totally downplaying people’s concerns about these issues. I have not seen any public backpedaling on Paige Cognetti’s part either, considering the distinct unprecedented and disturbing crisis unfolding ever since. The mayor is running for reelection.

Google Maps screenshot showing Bucks County Pennsylvania with at least another state between the coast or Canada, and several states between Mexico.

[mixingmuses]

He's guessing plumber boy is inviting all those creatures to racing because of an actuall box joining his race.....

[the-library-alcove]

The degree to which American-centric goggles color everything is astonishingly irritating, but I guess it's not that surprising; for all that American Leftists like to claim they're against US Imperialism, they're really quite ready to impose their limited worldview on other people's geopolitics.

So.

Having finally hit my limit on this, a list of things I've personally witnessed American Leftists claim Israeli geopolitics are "like", presented as rebuttals.

No, Palestinians are not like Native Americans.

No, Palestinians are not like African-Americans.

No, Israelis are not like American Settlers.

No, Gaza and the West Bank are not like Native Reservations.

No, the situation in Israel is not like the Western Settlement.

No, Israeli aid to Gaza is not like smallpox blankets.

No, Zionism is not like Manifest Destiny.

No, there is no plan for "Greater Israel" like there was for "sea to shining sea".

No, there are no "Indian Schools" for Palestinians run by Israel.

No, the Nakba was not like the Trail of Tears.

No, the Gaza Border Fence is not like the Texas Border Fence.

No, Palestinians coming in to Israel to work is not like Latinos coming into America to work.

No, fearmongering about Latinos by Republicans is not like the well-substantiated fears about Hamas terrorists crossing the border.

No, the border checkpoints are not like ICE.

No, Palestinians do not, generally speaking, want to become Israelis.

No, Palestinians are not being "blocked from Israeli citizenship".

No, Palestinians are not being "prevented from voting in Israel", because they're not Israeli citizens.

No, the conflict with Iran is not like Trump threatening to invade Mexico to attack the Cartels.

No, the conflict with Iran is not like Bush invading Iraq to deal with nonexistent WMDs.

No, Israel's attack on Gaza is not like America's post-9/11 attack on Iraq.

No, Israel is not attacking either Gaza or Iran for oil.

No, the "states" in a "two-state solution" are not like American states.

No, the medical care Israel gives to Palestinians is not like the Tuskegee Syphilis Study.

No, Arab Israelis are not living under anything like Jim Crow.

No, the Israeli prime minister is not like the American President.

No, the Knesset is not like the US Congress--they have more than two parties, for starters.

No, "Al-Quds" is not like Mount Rushmore... at least, not in the way you think it is.

I'm done for the moment, but if anyone else has any to add to the list, feel free to toss them in.

[bladeupnred]

Sidetracked

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader ~ CW: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), bestfriend!noah is a munchh, i think that's all :) ~ Word count: 1.8k

This ended up being a little longer than anticipated, but hopefully you'll accept it as thanks for all of the love this blog has been receiving. This is the first of many bestfriend!Noah pieces that I'm working on. The masterpost can be found in my masterlist, enjoy!

Smut below the cut. MDNI.

You woke up to the incessant vibrating of your phone, earlier than you had planned to wake up you might add. You reached for your phone with eyes closed, hoping it was an annoying checkpoint in your dream.

“Who the f—,” you finally saw the caller’s name on your phone, your early bird, irritating, best friend, Noah.

“This better be life or death asshole,” you groaned, mumbling still refusing to accept conciousness.

“Awww no, did I wake you sleeping beauty?” you could basically hear the smirk from the other end, dick.

It’s not like he didn’t know, his bedroom is across the hall from yours.

“You know you did, what do you need?” At this point you’re sitting up against the headboard, knowing him he’ll be dragging you out of the house soon.

“It’s hot as fuck today so we’re having a pool day, I’m making sandwiches for us now so get up.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little, the sentiment would have been kind of sweet and thoughtful if he’d let you sleep in.

“Fine, only because there’s food involved. I’ll be down in 20,” you finally stumbled out of bed and headed into your bathroom attached to your room. “Oh, and make me a coffee, bye!” you hung up before he could throw one of those smart ass come backs your way that he’s so good at.

Almost immediately, there was a knock on your bedroom door. You walked over, opening the door to arguably one of the most glorious sights you’ve ever seen.

Noah was on the other side, an iced coffee in hand as if he read your mind—something that he’d gotten eerily good at over the years. But then your focus spanned out to take him all in, shirtless with his usual black swim trunks on. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little worked up at seeing his toned, inked chest, and those arms. There was no denying that you two found each other attractive, and I mean who could you be more comfortable exploring your attraction with than your best friend? To say you two were comfortable around each other would be a serious understatement.

“Hellooo, earth to y/n?” he dipped his hand reaching out with your coffee trying to get your attention. You made eye contact and he was smirking at you like the smug little bastard he was.

“Yeah- just wasn’t expecting you to have my coffee that fast.” What a shitty lie. You grabbed the coffee from him and took a sip, feeling completely flustered all of a sudden.

“Mhmm,” he crossed his now free arms, now getting his chance to take you all in. This was his favorite look on you, although you in any form was enough to make him fall to the ground and worship you. You still had that slightly sleepy, airy look about you, only dressed in an oversized tee—his if you had to guess, and a cheeky pair of undies. He felt his dick twitch at the sight, knowing he wanted to toss out his plans to leave this room any time soon now.

“Okay well I should probably get ready if I’m gonna be down in 20, and you should get back to those sandwiches,” you turn around wanting to just get away from him before you lose any self control this morning. He grabs your wrist keeping you in arms reach and tugs you back in to face him again. Okay, too late.

“Sandwiches are done but that’s very thoughtful of you,” he moves his free hand up into your messy hair petting you softly. “I think I need a taste of something else first though, don’t you?” He smiled down at you, now close enough that your noses were almost brushing against each other.

You looked up at him and nodded, feeling yourself get wetter by the second. Here goes that damned self control.

In the next second he had his mouth on yours, moving you back towards your bed. It was needy and hot, but sensual and attentive. He laid you down, running his hands along your sides, not breaking the kiss. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his middle and felt his cock pressed in between your legs, the thin fabrics of his trunks and your panties the only barriers between you.

You were sure that he could feel the pool between you and you needed him to do something about it soon. Reading your mind again, he tugged on the hem of your shirt.

"Looks good on you, but I need you to take this off," he let go prompting you to take over. You don't know why, but it made you blush. As you started to rip your shirt off, you felt his hands pull down your panties in one motion. You threw the shirt to the floor, turning back to see him kneeling below you. He had his hands holding your inner thighs open and he was examining you fully, and for a second you couldn't tell if you should be embarrassed or flattered.

"Jesus Christ, I always forget how wet you get for me," he smirked up at you. What a tease.

You felt a little embarrassed, but he knew that the embarrassment would turn you on all the more, which is the only reason he'd ever make fun of you, he would never hurt his best friend.

"It's okay pretty, you get me hard as a brick any time I see you, which is only all the time." You were already fighting demons here and now his breath was on your core, so close he could almost taste you.

Then he finally did. Noah ran his tongue up and down your slit, instantly pulling a breathy moan from you. He lived for those noises you made, from your quiet, sleepy moans to those screams you're both sure your neighbors can hear some most nights. He began a cruel, slow rhythm licking you from top to bottom, drawing a beautiful string of breaths and moans from you. You were so close to coming undone for him already.

"Not fair, Noahhh," you grabbed a handful of his hair hoping he'd take it easy on you. For just a moment, he lifted his head up looking back up into your eyes.

"Just want a taste and then I'll give you what you want," he turned his head to pepper kisses on your left inner thigh, "Just give me one real quick." He then divided his attention to your right thigh, and you threw your head back feeling overwhelmed with how good he was making you feel. In the next moment, he had his mouth back on your center, this time dipping his tongue further inside you to explore.

You knew you weren't gonna last much longer, and like he knew what you were thinking, he leaned further into you, positioning his nose perfectly on your clit applying pressure. That motherfucker.

"Fuck. you.," you gripped his hair harder, that familiar feeling bubbling up inside you.

You swear that you could hear him chuckle against you, you even think you feel it vibrate through your body.

"Noah, please. I'm gonna," you barely managed to blurt out.

"Come on pretty girl, you're so close," he knew just what to say to coax you to climax. Pretty girl.

There it was. You finally felt your first climax ripple through you, legs shaking in overstimulation.

Noah wasn't letting up yet, licking and devouring your mess, the mess he made. You grabbed his hair for the millionth time, finally getting him to break free from you.

He was so fucking sexy like this. Panting, your juices all over his mouth and chin, and then there was his cock, still clothed and impossibly hard.

You reached for his waistband and tugged them down, tired of the teasing.

"Someone knows what they want," he teased removing the swim shorts the rest of the way and tossing them to the growing pile of discarded clothes nearby.

"Well you said I could have what I wanted," you shrugged at him settling back into the bed ready for him.

Okay, he lied earlier. This was his favorite look on you. Beneath him, naked, all blissed out and giddy--over him.

He moved closer to you, grabbing your hips and guiding you to wrap your legs around him once more. As you complied you felt him position his tip against your entrance.

Feeling eager you started wiggling your hips, which you knew he'd tease you for, but at this point you were begging for any contact again.

"So impatient," he started to slide another inch in, then stopped again. "I told you I'd give you what you wanted."

He quickly slammed further into you until he was buried completely inside. He began a quick and intense rhythm, sliding almost entirely out of you before immediately slamming back into you.

You felt ashamed but this was your favorite way to be with him. Quick, needy, like you couldn't possibly be any closer to one another, falling apart on command for each other.

"No- Noah. I can't. I'm gonna cum again," you managed to get out in between catching your breath.

"Wait for me, I'm almost there," he leaned down and closed any gap left between you. He kissed you, knowing this would be his unravelling. He swears he could cum simply from making out with you, no other contact needed, and he would even try to steal kisses on the daily where he could.

You felt him speed up even further, knowing that he would come undone at any moment now.

You break away to move your lips to his jaw, then start to work on his neck.

"Fuck, gonna cum," he was the one struggling to string words together in between breaths now.

You finally let go, feeling that white hot heat rip through you again, more intensely than last time.

Between your orgasm and the neck kisses, he was ready to fall apart.

He pulled out and feverishly started pumping himself before he finally exploded all on your stomach, painting you white. He hovered over you for another moment, catching his breath.

"One second," he said, getting up from the bed. He came back a second later with a hand towel, dipping back into the bed.

He began to clean you up, making sure he got both your messes cleaned up off of you. You were completely blissed out, looking up at him empty-headed.

When he was finally done, he leaned down to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I'm gonna go get our sandwiches, meet me by the pool?"

Oh yeah, you had original plans to spend the day outside before you got...sidetracked.

You nodded up at him, partially annoyed at how easily he could pull himself together while you hadn't even moved yet. He walked towards your bedroom door, pausing to turn back one last time.

"Oh uh, don't bother putting a bathing suit on, I have a feeling I'll just be ripping it off soon anyway." He shrugged and walked out of your room, leaving his swim trunks by your bed.

author's note: hiiii, i haven't had a chance to make the form but i will be making taglists for my works, so until then if you'd like to be on the bestfriend!noah oneshots taglist, let me know :)

reading this back it definitely feels like i rushed this, esp the ending (which i did) so sorryyyy was just desperate to get this thought outta my head

[redgoldsparks]

California Rapid Response Networks

These graphics are from the California Immigrant Policy Center instagram but you can find the same information with hyperlinks on their website (copied as a transcript below the cut).

California Rapid Response Networks

Northern California

Central del Pueblo Rapid Response Network (Humboldt County) – 707-200-8091

Sacramento Rapid Response Network – Hotline: 916-382-0256

Bay Area

​Alameda County Immigration Legal and Education Partnership (ACILEP) – Hotline: 510-241-4011

Marin Rapid Response Network – Hotline: 415-991-4545

North Bay Rapid Response Network (Sonoma, Napa & Solano Counties) – Hotline: 707- 800-4544

San Francisco Rapid Response Network – Hotline: 415-200-1548

San Mateo County Rapid Response Network – Hotline: 203-666-4472

Santa Clara County Rapid Response Network – Hotline: 408-290-1144

Stand Together Contra Costa – Hotline: 925-900-5151

Central Coast & Central Valley

Kern County Rapid Response Network – Hotline: 661-432-2230

Monterey County Solidarity Network  – Hotline: 831-204-8082

Santa Cruz County Your Allied Rapid Response Network – Hotline: 831-239-4289

805 Immigrant Rapid Response Network (Santa Barbara, Ventura & San Luis Obispo Counties) – Hotline:  (805) 870-8855

Valley Watch Rapid Response Network (San Joaquin, Stanislaus, Merced, Madera, Tulare, Kings, Kern) – 559-206-0151

​​Southern California

Long Beach Community Defense Network  – Hotline: 562-245-9575

Los Angeles Rapid Response Network – Hotline: 888-624-4752

Orange County Rapid Response Network – Hotline: 714-881-1558, Email:  casereferral@ocrapidresponse.org

(San Bernardino & Riverside Counties)​ Inland Coalition For Immigrant Justice’s Resource – Hotline: 909-361-4588

Southern California Bilingual Rapid Response Legal Resource Hotline (if detained by ICE) – Hotline: 213-833-8283

San Diego

(North County San Diego) Alianza Comunitaria – Text Alerts for Checkpoints: Envía “Alianza” al 33733 para español / Send “Alianza2” to 33733 for English

San Diego Rapid Response Network – Hotline: 619-536-0823

Additional Resources:

Videos: We Have Rights (English, Spanish, Arabic, Mandarin, Haitian Creole, Russian, Urdu)

Referrals: Deportation Defense Legal Services –

Referrals: Immigration Legal Services (DACA, TPS, Citizenship, etc.)

Know Your Rights Resources

Know Your Rights Materials

Know Your Rights Under the US Constitution – No Matter Who is President (NILC) 

A know-your-rights handout in eight languages to help families prepare for a possible interaction with ICE  

A  Know Your Rights Toolkit by ILRC includes handouts, family preparedness plans and a train-the-trainer toolkit 

Printable ILRC red cards in to distribute to community members (Spanish here)

Know-Your-Rights tutorial videos in 7 languages to help prepare individuals for encounters with Immigration & Customs Enforcement (ICE) (Spanish here) 

CLINIC Know Your Rights flyers

WeHaveRights – Creating an Emergency Plan 

Noncitizen Protest Protection: 10 Things Noncitizen Protestors Need to Know 

KYR / Community Education Preparedness Resources (NIPNLG)

Know Your Rights and Creating Safe Spaces Resource List (NILC) 

Know Your Rights Resources (NIJC)

KYR Community Education Materials:

KYR / Community Education Preparedness – Curated Resources (NIPNLG)

KYR Flyer – English (NPNA)

KYR Graphics – English (NPNA)

KYR Community Education Presentation – English 

KYR Community Education Presentation – Spanish

Train the Trainer KYR Presentation Outline (1 Hour) – English

Train the Trainer KYR Presentation Outline (1 Hour) – Spanish

ILRC Know Your Rights Train the Trainer Toolkit

TRP Immigrant Justice KYR Resources

NAKASEC Resources & Know Your Rights App

Family Preparedness

ILRC Family Preparedness Plan (English / Spanish)

Family Preparedness Plan (TIRRC)

Appleseed Manual on Protecting Assets 

Family Preparedness 2 Pager (NPNA)

Family Preparedness 2 Pager – Spanish (NPNA)

Family Preparedness Graphic Carousel (NPNA)

Deportation & Removal Defense

Building Community-Driven Legal Services to Empower, Protect, and Defend Our Communities: Field Guide for Deportation Defense

Deportation Defense Manual (Make the Road NY)

Community FAQ: What Do We Expect at the Beginning of Trump 2.0 & How You Can Get Prepared (NIPNLG)

[fairy-writes]

hii !! can u do a gen narumi x reader where they fall asleep while he's gaming? that's all, thank u very much !! 🐈‍⬛

SPENDING TIME

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8

Pairing(s): Narumi Gen x Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Video Gaming, Fluff, 

Notes: Hello, my little black cat anon! I hope you like your request! Sorry it’s a bit short!

I STILL REFUSE TO POST GIFS OF NARUMI

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“You should go to bed.” Gen’s voice wakes you up from your doze and you jerk up into a proper sitting position. You had fallen asleep, hunched awkwardly against the corner of the couch. Your neck ached something fierce, and your right leg tingled as the muscles woke up.

You let out a yawn and leaned over on the other side, your head nestling against Gen’s shoulder as he pressed the buttons of his BS5 controller. He was playing some first-person shooter game. You didn’t care to remember which one it was. He played so many games at this point that it was impossible to keep track, even though you did try. 

“I wasn’t asleep.” You say sleepily, and he glances at you from the corner of his eye and raises an eyebrow. You huff, “Fine… I was dozing.” You mumble, and now he just cackles out an ugly laugh. So much so that he snorted in his amusement. 

“You were snoring.” He teases, and you sit up straight,

“Was not!” You cry indignantly. Gen just sticks his tongue out at you and turns back to his game. 

It wasn’t often that he actually played video games on the couch of his apartment. Typically, gaming was reserved for his handheld devices in meetings or in his office under his futon. When he was home, he usually played in the bedroom while you worked on your own work. 

“Seriously though, you should head to bed. I’m not sleeping until I beat this level.” He says as he continues to snipe his opponents on screen with one hand and the other shovel junk food into his mouth. 

“I like watching you play.” You say as you settle back into his side. He doesn’t move, as sturdy as a stone wall despite his relaxed appearance. 

“Bullshit.” He says offhandedly as he makes it to a checkpoint and sits back in the couch as the television screen loads. His arm stretches across the back of the sofa and around your shoulders as you lean your head on his arm. You roll your eyes, though he can’t see it. 

“Fine. I don’t really like watching you play. I just like spending time with you.” You say, and he sits forward again as the game starts back up. 

You sit with him until you fall asleep. 

You wake up not knowing where you are and not knowing what time it is. 

It only takes a moment for you to realize you’re in bed and that it’s a little after four in the morning. 

Wait… Bed? 

You kick off the covers and sit up, looking around you as you realize that you are indeed in bed. Your phone is on its charger, and your water bottle is filled with ice water on your bedside table. Both of which you don’t remember doing before falling asleep. 

Speaking of which… What were you doing before you fell asleep? 

The sound of gunshots coming from your living room helps you remember. 

Gen… He was gaming, wasn’t he? Why wasn’t he in bed yet? 

You wrap your robe around your body and pad out into the front room, where Gen is still pressing away at his controller.

“Gen?” You mumble, and he just grunts, clearly engrossed in his game to really realize that it’s you behind him. You approach the couch, and as the screen celebrates with a loud “VICTORY,” Gen leans back. He tilts his head back to look up at you with dark bags under his eyes, and you comb a finger through his mussed locks. He must’ve gotten frustrated if he was tugging on his hair again. 

“Come to bed, love.” You whisper, leaning down to peck between his eyebrows where there’s a slight scrunch. The skin smooths, and he sighs, exiting to the main menu and tossing the controller aside before powering down the TV. 

“I beat the boss anyway.” He grumbled, allowing you to take his hand and lead him back to your bedroom. You shed your robe and slip back under the covers as he kicks off his socks and does the same. 

Gen tugs you back against his chest. You’re already getting hot. Gen always was your personal space heater. But you can’t bring yourself to care as you slowly overheat. 

After all, you said you liked spending time with him.

[br0adsw0rd]

It’s entirely on purpose.

I gutted one of the big closets and turned it into a room for you. It’s not big by any means, but it’s yours and it’s private.

Also, are you hungry?

I didn't expect this place to be so...

Alive?

Like from the outside you CANNOT tell people live here and that's probably on purpose.

[anomalousrobot]

WHAT TO DO AT AN ICE CHECKPOINT, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE WHITE and/or FEEL THE NEED TO JAM UP THE WORKS.

"The most important acts of resistance are the small ones."

This is taken from the Punk subreddit, please share. Stay safe out there my witches...

The following is making the rounds:

This is getting too real friends. We need to be prepared for us and for the diverse community around us.

Here's the deal:

🔘 Border Patrol can verify citizenship within 100 miles of a border or "external boundary." This includes coastlines, so NYC, Philadelphia, and all of NJ are within the 100-mile zone.

🔘 Border patrol can only ask brief questions about citizenship, and they cannot hold you for an extended time without cause.

🔘 You always have the right to remain silent. You do not need to answer their questions.

🔘 WITH THAT SAID, IF YOU ARE A BORN CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES AND ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE WHITE, YOU NEED TO SPEAK THE FUCK UP.

🔘 The most important acts of resistance are the small ones. Make it difficult and uncomfortable for ICE agents to do their jobs. They are counting on citizens to turn a blind eye and allow them to deport undocumented citizens without challenge. Disabuse of that notion.

🔘 If you are on a train, bus, or anything else and ICE or CBP boards, you need to stand up and loudly let everyone know that they have the right to remain silent or only answer questions in the presence of an attorney, no matter their citizenship or immigration status. There have been numerous reports that confronting the agents in this way has caused them to leave without verifying citizenship. THIS CAN SAVE LIVES. 🙌

🔘 If you see anyone being held up by immigration, loudly ask if they are being detained and if they are free to go.

🔘 Immigration officers cannot detain anyone without reasonable suspicion, an agent must have specific facts about you that make it reasonable to believe you are committing or committed, a violation of immigration law or federal law. If an agent detains you, you can ask for their basis for reasonable suspicion, and they should tell you.

🔘 Always say no to a search and let everyone know that they can and should refuse consent to a search.

🔘 They cannot search or arrest anyone without facts about that make it probable that they are committing, or committed, a violation of immigration law or federal law.

🔘 Silence alone meets neither of these standards. Nor does race or ethnicity alone suffice for either probable cause or reasonable suspicion

🔘 white citizens, you have a level of privilege which protects us from retaliation from ICE for being "rude" and making a scene, which makes it our DUTY to speak up and make sure people without the same privilege know their rights. GET LOUD. YELL. YELL IN SPANISH IF YOU KNOW IT. LET PEOPLE KNOW THEY DON'T HAVE TO SAY SHIT. MAKE ICE UNCOMFORTABLE. THROW SAND IN THE GEARS OF WHITE SUPREMACY.

⭐️ Bonus info- ⭐️ 🔘It is perfectly legal to record immigration agents as long as you are not on government property or at a port of entry. If your train/bus gets boarded, pull your phone out and start videotaping immediately.

🔘 If you are detained or see someone getting detained, get the agent's name, number, and any other identifying information. Get it on video if possible.

🔘 Contact the ACLU or your local Immigrant/Migrant support orgs if you see someone's rights being violated.

(this has been copy and pasted -- please do the same)

Edited to add: You can download red cards in several languages here: https://www.ilrc.org/red-cards-tarjetas-rojas NO DIGAS NADA. Learn it, yell it on repeat.

It's pronounced:

No deegas nahdah

"DON'T SAY ANYTHING"

[br0adsw0rd]

@b3114d0nn4

Unable to sleep. Soles pacing on the tiled floor. There’s a soft squeak of his shoes each time he turns. Between the new circadian rhythm beating down the door of his mind every night and the lack of Ms Garcia, Arthur was far from seeing rest.

Morning light is still seeping in. Inch by vicious inch. An azure bath for the mall around him. What time was it? Four? Five in the morning? It felt like he had been waiting for the entirety of the night before Viktor's tinned voice announces the dawn of a harrowing glorious new day.

He jolts a bit when the mall doors slide open, their pressured hiss and weary creaking alerting him to a change in environment. Leticia. Stumbling. Blood covered. Glassy eyed. Had he totally ignored the sound of her bike pulling into the garage? Hands to his face, chewing worriedly on his nails?

They flick into small claws now, a gasp in his throat as he bolts across the worn tiles. "Lettie!" Barely a cry. Sinking it's teeth into his heart as he watches her teeter and wobble. Furrowing his brows as he practically dives towards the floor upon seeing her tip. A nosedive into his awaiting arms, knees slamming into the floor.

"Lettie. Lettie? Hey?" Arthur is careful as he rolls the majority of her weight into his left arm, reaching up to take her face with his right. To push the blood slick strands of hair from her forehead and tilt her eyes towards him. To lean her head against the tough carapace of his shoulder. Unresponsive. His breath catches in his throat as he shifts her again.

Leans her torso further into his left. Tucking the inside of her knees into his right. The protoframe gives a soft grunt of effort as he lifts her, her mutated tail hanging limp under the Trinity. Soft squeaks as his soles shuffle along the tiles again. Along the surface of the stairs...

Unable to sleep. Body laid into a worn metal chair pulled to her beside. Her hand in his. The whine of tinnitus buzzes in Lettie's head before the muffled remnants of a conversation finally reaches her ears.

"Her ri-------onna b----------orst part."

"Al---ht."

"T-----s minor bruising on the---ng, but... o-------------------, her internals wi---------"

Arthur sits at her beside, far from seeing rest. To his left stands a familiar visage. One she catches glimpses of every day in the mirror. Ashen black chassis and gilded gold. The pair share a few more words before Arthur shakes his head, his free hand rubbing him temples. The newcomer gives a hesitant pat to his shoulder before turning. Taking their leave.

And it is just the two of them. His hand in hers.

[cythena]

COMPLIMENTARY

ꨄ synopsis . on his flight back home, geto expects peace and quiet. he can't wait to relax and get away from his busy idol life for a moment. his plans are disrupted by the charming flight attendant who gives him first class treatment.

warnings . strangers fucking, flight attendant!reader, idol!geto (ig), not proofread and was written for san so if something doesn't make sense that's way, airplane sex, semi public sex, PnV, PwP, fingering, reader wears lipstick idk

word count . 2k

notes . this was san. i love san. he's my man. muah. happy new year.

Suguru is grateful, to say the least, to get onto his flight without trouble. No fan spots him walking through the airport, and he isn’t “randomly” selected at any security checkpoints. Now he can enjoy his first-class flight with his manager sleeping beside him. The flight attendants hustle around him as standard procedure. He relaxes into his seat, ignoring them and letting his body sink into the plush cushioning.

Suguru closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. It’s rare to have this kind of peace during travel, and he plans to savor it. As the flight attendants continue their rounds, he catches glimpses of them moving through the cabin. One in particular catches his eye—you.

Your hair is neatly out of your face, letting him admire your features clearly from across the cabin. Your eyebrows are neatly trimmed, and your eyeshadow is a neutral shade with a sharp wing extending from the corner of your eyes. And is that glitter? Then his eyes fall on your lips—that red lip. It’s outlined by a dark lip liner that he hasn’t noticed on any of the other attendants.

There’s also a brighter smile on your face as you speak to the mother-son duo. It’s not just a customer service smile either; it looks genuine, even when you walk away. His coworkers tend to lose a majority of the charm once they walk away.

You move with an ease that captivates the attention of everyone in the cabin, even though you remain focused on your work.

When you reach his row, you pause and offer a polite smile, your eyes briefly meeting his. "Good evening, sir. Can I get you something to drink?"

Suguru smiles back, feeling a flutter in his chest. "Just some water, please," he gulps, his voice calm but carrying a hint of curiosity. He watches as you move away, feeling an unexpected intrigue. It’s been a long time since he’s been captivated by someone in such a simple, unassuming way.

“Really?” you hum. Your response surprises him as you fill a short glass with ice cubes. “Nothing special?”

He manages to snap back into the conversation when you pour water into the glass and set it on his tray. Shaking his head, “No. Maybe later.” A natural smile falls onto his lips as he looks at you.

“Well, it’s a 13-hour flight,” you say while leaning on your cart. “Call me when you need me.” You let out a harmonious giggle that Suguru swears replays in his ears. You offer him a final wave as you push to the row behind him. He glances at his manager who is still knocked out peacefully.

Suguru shifts in his seat, trying to focus on the in-flight entertainment, but his thoughts keep drifting back to you. Every so often, he hears your voice as you interact with passengers, that same cheerful tone making him smile to himself. It’s rare for anyone to catch his attention like this, let alone during something as routine as a flight.

Hours pass, and the cabin begins to settle. Most of the passengers are either asleep or engrossed in their screens. Suguru glances around, noticing the row beside him is still empty. Just as he’s about to recline and close his eyes, you appear again, this time without your cart.

You pause next to him, flashing him that same bright smile. “Looks like my break lines up perfectly with your row being empty,” you tease lightly. “Mind if I sit for a bit? It’s not every day I get a flight so easy.”

Suguru blinks in surprise but quickly recovers, nodding. “Not at all. Be my guest- if that won’t get you in trouble.”

You wave his concern off while you slide into the seat beside him, smoothing out your uniform as you settle in. “Hospitality is very important, especially with such a special passenger. So,” you begin, leaning slightly toward him, “what brings you on this flight? Work or play?”

Suguru chuckles softly, running a hand through his hair. “A little bit of both, I guess. Mostly work, though.” He hesitates for a moment, then adds, “What about you? What made you wanna be a flight attendant?”

You laugh softly, resting your chin in your hand. “It’s a little silly. Don’t laugh.”

He nods, unsure of what tale could result in your career choices.

“I wanted to be a singer.” Suguru quirks a brow which urges you to continue with your explanation. “Well, a performer, more so. One night, I was chatting with a friend who said something that really had me thinking. Anyone can be a performer, singers have their stages, and me—I have this as mine.” You pat the leather armrest you lean on.

Suguru listens intently, a small smile tugging at his lips. “That’s not silly at all,” he says softly. “In fact, I think it’s... poetic.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Poetic? That’s one way to put it. But I like to think it’s true. Every day, I get to meet people from all over the world, and for a few hours, I’m part of their journey. No matter what. That’s special, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Suguru agrees, his gaze softening. “You get to create memories for people, even if it’s just through small moments.”

You glance at him, slightly surprised by his thoughtful response. “Exactly,” you reply, your voice tinged with admiration. “Most people don’t get it, but you do.”

Suguru shrugs modestly. “Maybe because I know a thing or two about being on a stage.”

Your eyes narrow playfully. “Oh, so you’re a performer, too? What kind of stage are we talking about?”

Suguru hesitates for a moment, debating whether to tell you the truth. “Something like that,” he says vaguely, a small smirk playing on his lips. You tilt your head, sensing there’s more to his story, but decide not to push. Instead, you smile and lean back, enjoying the unexpected ease between the two of you.

He chuckles softly, his smirk deepening as he watches your curiosity linger in your eyes. “What about you? You ever dream of being on a stage again, even for a moment?” he asks, his voice dipping lower.

Your breath catches for a beat, the question catching you off guard. You glance around the dim cabin, ensuring no one is listening, before leaning in slightly. “Sometimes,” you admit, your voice just above a whisper. “But I think I’m better at making people feel special in little ways. It’s more... intimate.”

Suguru’s gaze flickers to your lips for the briefest moment, a movement so subtle it’s almost imperceptible. But you catch it, and your heart skips a beat.

“Intimate, huh?” he murmurs, his voice soft, yet carrying an undeniable edge. “I can see that.”

You shift in your seat, your fingers brushing near the corner of your lips and make a small smudge in the red. You continue eyeing him with a dangerous glint in your eyes. It doesn’t match the sweet smile playing on your lips and the delicate sound of your voice. As his eyes dart across your face and seem to linger on the bit of red against your skin, he feels the need to adjust his pants.

He curses himself, knowing he’s not being subtle about this at all. But before you can take a glance he clears his throat. “Sorry…but you don’t think I could get another water.” He almost wheezes out the last word.

“You know,” you begin, your voice light but laced with risk, “I could show you where we flight attendants really work behind the scenes, as I get you this water.” You add the last part with light-hearted sarcasm.

Suguru raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued but he soon catches onto what you mean. “Behind the scenes?”

You nod, biting your lip as a mischievous glint lights your eyes. “Follow me,” you say, standing up and motioning subtly toward the aisle.

Suguru hesitates only for a second before rising, his heart pounding in a way that has nothing to do with turbulence. As he trails behind you, the dim glow of the cabin lights seems to heighten the tension, every step feeling more deliberate, more charged. He passes by passengers focused on their screens and just hopes they don’t feel like looking up.

You lead him to the back of the plane with little to no passengers all spread around the last few rows. Another coworker of yours sits idly on her phone with one of your complementary cookies in her hand. With one glance at you and your guest, she gets up with a knowing smirk which leads Suguru to believe he’s not the first lucky passenger of yours.

The crew lavatory is a bit more spacious than the economy one but smaller than the first class. It gives him enough space to sit you up on the sink and let you wrap your legs around his slim waist. He steadies his hands on your hips while your hands sink into his soft locs.

You think he’s going in for a kiss when he leans closer but defers towards your ear. His lips brush against you as he softly murmurs, “Hospitality is important, right?” You nod. “Then you’ll make your guest feel special?”

He smashes his lips onto yours with a passion you’ve never seen before. He kisses you like you’re the last bit of oxygen on Earth. His hands work quickly at your uniform, opening your blazer and undoing the buttons to your white blouse. Then he tugs your pencil skirt up over your hips.

Once he pulls away from your lips, he peers at the slight smudge of your lipstick. It’s far from his liking but his eyes are quickly pulled lower to your matching set underneath your clothes. He lips his pink lips while rubbing his thumbs over your plush thighs.

“Is this part of your uniform? Or did you wear it just for me?” he hisses. You reply with a crooked smile that’s wiped when he hauls your hips closer to the edge of the counter.

He glances down between your thighs and slides two fingers between your folds to test. He lifts them into the cool bright lighting of the bathroom. A shimmer reflects on the strand between his fingers. You don’t get a good look before he wraps his lips around his fingers. You moan at the sight yourself.

He sets a quick pace with his digits. His fingers move in and out of you, slick gathering around your cunt, and dripping onto the counter and down his wrist. You squeeze his shoulders while your head falls back against the wall. Your jaw hangs open while your eyes shut from the pleasure.

Suguru uses the hand holding onto your, he snakes it up your spine and grips the back of your head. Your eyes snap open as he slots his lips against yours again. He’s less precise with the way his lips move against yours. He doesn’t let up with the way he kisses you, taking every opportunity to swirl his tongue around yours.

You pull away. “Oh f…fuck,” you hiss. “I’m gonna…”

“You wanna cum?”

You nod.

“Okay. Cum for me. You can do it.” He whispers as his fingers continue their pace. He forces you to hold yourself up while his other hand rubs your clit.

You feel your mind go blank once he adds his second hand. Your moans start to crack while your pussy clenches around his fingers. He blocks your body’s natural reaction to clench your thighs. The sound you make when he pulls away has him holding in a whimper himself. He quickly pops his fingers in his mouth for a taste.

You don’t get time to acknowledge it before you feel his tip prodding at your clit. Jolts of electricity shock through your body.

He lets his head fall onto your neck and his cheek rubs against your necktie. He lets out a shaky curse followed by a dry chuckle and can barely lift his head. “Fuck me…You’re gonna kill me.”

“Sorry,” you pull his head back up so you can look at him. Your tongue swipes over your lips and sends Suguru into a spiral. He sinks the rest of his length into you at lightning speed. You’re stuffed before you can even blink. Your manicure scratches him through his shirt.

“Heh…mhm…gonna let me fuck you? Make you feel real good, baby?” he asked, nodding like he was answering for you. “That’s right.” He pulls out halfway but quickly pushes himself back in like he’s cold without your warmth around him.

Your hands sneak underneath his shirt to push it up. You were curious about what he was hiding underneath his black t-shirt – a masterpiece handcrafted by God, clearly. He seems proud of it, you assume, by the cocky smirk on his face as he wraps both arms around your back.

You wrap your legs around him as he thrusts. He settles on how hard he wants to fuck you and it’s hard.

Your hands grab at nothing as he fucks into you. He fills you up completely and leaves you empty for less than a second. His thick cock hits that spongey spot every single time.

You’re not sure if you love the way he’s wrecking your insides or the butterflies he’s giving them more. He continues pressing kisses across your face. He cushions your head from the hard wall and mumbles sweet words.

“God. You’re so pretty…Feel so good, too…Do you feel good? I wanna make you feel good – lemme make you feel so good,” he babbles. You can clearly make out his pussydrunk words and all they do make is make you wetter and your cunt louder.

He adjusts your hips and completely changes the angle you’ve felt his cock at. This new angle has you screaming and creaming all over him.

“Please please please,” you whine pathetically.

“Yeah. Cum for me, you’re so pretty when you cum.”

You whine again, even louder this time. Your back arches into him and you let yourself go. Your eyes cross from the pleasure while your brain forgets how to function momentarily. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath.

“Such a greedy girl, cumming for me twice,” he mocks. His teasing is short-lived and his high is rushing. “Where do you want it?” His voice is almost a whisper.

“Inside?” you ask so politely it has him shooting without another thought. He pulls you close to his chest. His head hangs by your ear again, you hear every shaky breath and curse. He buries his head in your neck again.

“Think I just fell in love,” he confesses playfully when he pulls away.

You can’t resist the grin on your face as you come down from your high. He continues to hold you as he helps you redress and straighten your clothes. He buttoned your blouse up and pulled your skirt back down. He even readjusted your necktie again.

You look so pretty, he thinks to himself. It almost bothers him.

He smiles at you. His gaze locks onto your lips, a flicker of mischief crossing his features. Without a word, his thumb grazing your bottom lip presses firmly enough to smear your lipstick. Your mouth widens in a gasp which helps him even more.

He pats your cheek and leaves you with one more kiss. He lets you fix yourself up and returns to his seat.

It’s only a few minutes before he sees you again. You stop by his seat and set two things on his tray table: a glass of whiskey neat and a small business card. He glances up at you and notices something that’s got his pants in a tent again.

Your lipstick was still smeared.

He doesn’t get to comment on it. “Complimentary,” you say before continuing down the aisle.

He takes a look at the pretty card. There’s a red kiss mark on it with his name and seat number. On the other side: “Call me when you land! XXX-XXX-XXXX ���”

He had a few days off when he returned.

[butchniqabi]

first off im safe, but im fully losing my mind. media is only focusing on these unfortunate rich peoples million dollar homes 🥺 meanwhile poor and historically black communities have been razed to the ground, unhoused people are having their only source of shelter taken from them through criminalization of homelessness, and ice is knocking on doors and setting up fucking checkpoints while people are EVACUATING. thats not even to mention the injustice of 1/3 of california fire fighters being incarcerated (including some that are MINORS) i feel crazy. I FEEL CRAZY!!

[br0adsw0rd]

Amir wasn't the only one taking to maintenance...

Aoi's little chop shop in the garage had relinquished a SINGLE corner of space for storage of the specific variety. Whetstones of varying weights. Sandpaper of varying grits. Polishing cloths. And an ugly as sin, handmade grinding wheel wired to a nearly depleted car battery. Arthur sits at a ratty, pock marked fold-able chair, running a cloth dipped in mineral oil to his blade. He'd already ground and sanded out the scratches and pits from it's surface, now giving it a bit of protection and extra shine. Still, the cacophony he produced could probably be heard echoing within the mall earlier.

He stands and sheathes the blade, relocating to his office for some last minute items. Passing through the food court, he crinkles his nose at the sight of the arcade. He was still doing his stretches. This was going to be a while...

Arthur approaches the threshold quietly, at least as quiet as he can, and stops to lean on it. Arms folded. Mouth frowning. "You're certainly taking your sweet ass time..." Pretty rich coming from the man who treats blade maintenance like a ritual. "Are you almost done or are we not heading out until tomorrow morning?"

And the MOUTH on this guy... "I refuse to believe you've had a pattern to this at any point in time, Amir." Hands on his hips, he stands straight for a moment. Amir was... prone to distraction, yes, but he had to admit the man had determination. If he was correct, this would last about another fifteen minutes. "It's not like we're going anywhere! Not like we're about to bust a supply depot wide open or anything!" Sarcasm was not used often by Arthur, so its potency in revealing his displeasure was doubled. "Yes, I'm sure both the rot and those LOVELY gasheads will just wait around for us to show up. Good job."

Amir gives him attitude again and he crinkles his nose once more. "You're insufferable..." That's all he gives him before Arthur turns and crosses the arcade threshold again, leaving Amir to catch up as he returns to the security office.

They file into the room one after another, Arthur ignoring the peppy Volt practically bouncing on his heels behind him. He begins to gather any remaining needed gear. "Aoi's been skimming the radio lately, and she got Quincy to help confirm this,-" Two way radio. Bike keys. Both found home at his belt. "-but I guess there's been a big cache of supplies hiding out right under our nose." Flashlight. Ammo. Pistol. He pauses to eject the magazine, looking it over to make sure it still slid fast and easy before loading it. "We're gonna be the distraction, something I'm sure you'll be great at." Thank GOD he wasn't proposing a stealth mission to Amir of all people. Arthur finishes loading his gun and stops to look down its sights, thankfully pointing it at the wall out of safety. Just making sure everything is in the right place. He lowers t and finally turns to Amir.

"The idea is causing as much carnage as we can away from the site. Draw as much attention as we can physically handle and keep them occupied until we get the go ahead." His pistol is holstered into soft leather, it's wielder moving to retrieve the primary option. "I expect you to have no problem achieving both those points. I'm going with you mostly as back up." AX-52. A beautiful piece of machinery. And quite heavy. Arthur hoists it up onto his back and straps it into place, flashing Amir a smirk. "So I'm on babysitting duty today..." A dark, self deprecating sort of smirk. He wasn't joking with the man, more laughing to himself at the irony of it all.

@br0adsw0rd

The arcade probably wasn't the best place to be warming up, all things considered, with the uneven beat-up carpet and numerous corners and sharp edges to fall on or bump into, but, just like with anything else he did, Amir had his reasons. The ambient noise from the various cabinets not only helped to drown out any potential distractions, but had the added bonus of helping him determine how long he was holding each stretch without having to check his watch constantly the entire time -- the title theme for Caliber Chicks II was around 45 seconds long, and LETHAL KONFLICT played the same exact 30-second demo loop every five minutes while idle. Much, much easier than counting in his head, and it left his mind free to wander while he went through the motions. Up on the tips of his toes, rolling back onto his heels, and back up again, over and over until he estimates that it's been about three minutes since he started. Heel-toe rocks, 180 seconds. Check.

Not that he didn't care for warming up, he knew it was important, but the same routine every day for however many years starts to get tedious without any distractions. Lifting up his right knee to his chest, holding it there for about fifteen seconds, and then back down and on to the left, so on and so forth for another three minutes. Knee hugs, 180 seconds. Check.

He did much longer reps nowadays, though. Had to -- learned that the hard way. Thirty seconds of each just didn't cut it anymore. Ever since the good doctor's interventions, he found himself pushing and passing limits nearly every day. Soon enough, he had a feeling he would outpace his current routine and be upping the times and reps yet again. Bending his right knee back, grabbing his heel and holding it tight against his glute for fifteen seconds, back down and now the left, repeat for another three minutes. Standing dynamic quad, 180 seconds. Check.

In a way, it was a point of pride. Any mechanic or tech worth their salt knew that a piece of machinery was only as good as its maintenance routine, and thinking of his body as another piece of equipment in need of calibration felt… more apt than ever lately. And, his routine was pretty damn good, if he said so himself. Can't go giving the serum all the credit there. cross-body shoulder stretch, 60 seconds each side. Check.

But on the other hand, of course, this all took time, and patience was never one of Amir's strongest suits. Arthur had given him the heads-up that they were planning on heading out… how long ago, now? Twenty minutes, about? He was nearly finished, but still, a much longer lead-time than he was sure anyone would like, himself included. As Amir lowered himself down into a full plank for the last handful of reps, he could feel eyes on him. He didn't bother turning around. An impatient sigh and the rustle of tactical gear as Arthur leaned against the wall of the arcade's entrance told him exactly who was waiting on him before he even opened his mouth to speak. This back-and-forth was routine for them by now, and Arthur's remarks thankfully didn't distract Amir much as he continued, bringing his left foot up next to his left hand and leaning into the stretch.

"Yeah, yeah, nearly finished…" Holding the first position for a few seconds, Amir then turned to lift his left arm straight up. As he did so, Amir was able to glance over his shoulder in Arthur's direction. "Just started the last stretch. Twelve-to-eighteen reps on each side. You've gotta know the drill by now, big guy." That was, of course, not at all the routine, and Arthur had to have known it, because he protested immediately. Amir grinned, but didn't slow down. Hold for ten seconds. Back down into the lunge. Back to a plank. Now to the right leg, rinse and repeat. Arthur was predictable. By the time he was done messing with him, his usual four reps each would be done, and he'd be ready to roll.

"Awright, fine, fine, you're twistin' my arm," Halfway done. "Tell ya what -- I'll knock it back to ten each, just for you." Amir suppresses a laugh - not for Arthur' sake, of course, but to keep his form. He's turned away again, but he can tell from Arthur's tone alone that he's This Close to either dragging him bodily out of the arcade, or leaving without him altogether. Amir lets him finish huffing and puffing, trying not to look too smug as he wraps up his final two reps, aaaand… Done! Runner's stretch, four reps each side. Check. Amir relaxes his arms and legs, dropping down onto the arcade carpet for a moment before jumping back up.

"Ooo-kay, that's prrobably good enough!" Another grin as he dusts himself off. "Remember, though, if I pull anything because you were rushing my warm-up, that's on you, not me. So!" Amir claps his hands together with a frustrating amount of enthusiasm. "Where are we hitting today?"

[thethingsidolmao]

Sneaky Sleepover - jeonghan story

You had just settled into bed, the soft glow of your phone lighting your face as you scrolled absentmindedly through messages, when his name popped up on your screen.

Jeonghan ❤️ 3:02AM “Can you come over? I can’t sleep… I need you.”

You blinked at the message, heart thudding a little harder. You two had only been dating a month — mostly digital dates over FaceTime, little messages during his breaks, and evening walks along the Han River whenever schedules aligned. Yet, even with the distance, the bond had grown fast and deep.

You called him. He answered immediately.

“Babe,” he mumbled, voice thick and low. “I might be a little drunk.” You could tell. His tone was syrupy sweet and slurred at the edges, soft and needy.

“Are you okay?” you asked gently. “I just want to see you. I missed you all night. Come here… Please.”

You sighed, already pulling a hoodie over your pajamas. “I’m coming. But if Seungkwan catches me, I’m blaming you. You know how this man loves his sleep.”

When you arrived at his place, the building was quiet. You slipped into the elevator with your hood pulled low and your heart racing — not from nerves about seeing Jeonghan, but because sneaking past Seungkwan was like trying to get past a security checkpoint with a siren strapped to your back.

Jeonghan’s apartment door creaked open before you even knocked. He was standing there with bedhead, a loose white tee and sweatpants hanging from his frame, his face flushed and glowing.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, pulling you in like he’d been waiting for air. He smelled like peach soju and his cologne. His arms wrapped around you instantly, and you stumbled into his embrace, laughing quietly.

“Shhh,” you reminded, glancing down the hall. “Oh right… Seungkwan…” he giggled against your neck. “Don’t worry, I texted him earlier that I was going to sleep early. He doesn’t know.”

“He definitely knows,” you muttered, but let him tug you inside.

His room was warm and dimly lit, a soft playlist humming in the background. He collapsed onto the bed, pulling you with him. His hand found your cheek, eyes glassy but so full of affection.

“Take my makeup off?” he asked, eyes fluttering. “I’m too lazy.”

You nodded, grabbing his cotton pads and cleanser from the nightstand. He sat between your legs, head tilted up obediently, trusting you entirely.

“You always take care of me,” he murmured, as you wiped the shimmer from his eyes.

“Because I like you, dummy.” “I like you too. A lot.”

You paused. You’d both said it in texts, casually, but hearing him whisper it now — skin bare, guard down — felt different. Realer.

“Done,” you whispered.

Jeonghan turned, eyes shining in the dark. He leaned in and kissed you. Soft and slow, his lips tasting faintly of strawberry chapstick and leftover liquor. One kiss turned into another. Then another. His hand rested on your waist, pulling you closer until your foreheads touched, breaths mingling in the quiet.

“You’re like… my comfort person,” he said sleepily. “When you’re here, I can finally breathe.”

You smiled, your fingers threading into his hair. “Then breathe, Hannie.”

You laid down beside him, facing each other, your fingers intertwined. You hadn’t planned to stay, but his warmth and the softness of the moment lulled you in. His breathing slowed.

Before you knew it, your eyes were drifting closed.

The morning light filtered through the blinds when you stirred. You were still in his bed, Jeonghan’s arm draped across your waist. You blinked, trying to piece together the time — and the fact that Seungkwan hadn't barged in screaming. He had to have heard you guys, right?

Then you noticed it.

Two iced Americanos sat on the nightstand.

You sat up slightly, groggy, confused… until you saw the sticky note:

“Hope you’re both happy and hydrated. You owe me. – Seungkwan ☕”

You groaned, falling back into the pillow as Jeonghan chuckled sleepily beside you.

“Told you nothing gets past him,” you muttered.

Jeonghan just pulled you back into his arms with a satisfied hum. “And yet… worth it.”