#feble

[bllflower]

i know there's plenty of discourse about whether sunrise hated either inukik or inukag (pointless, they hate women indiscriminately, see what they did to poor rin), and many people wish they properly portrayed some manga scenes they omitted of either ship. now for me THIS is one of the scenes i wish i had accurately portrayed. naraku so jealous after seeing kikyo and inuyasha embrace he self-harmed and murdered some guy (?

[just-abreeze]

Ven's epilog is starting and I'm so nervous /pos

[quatregats]

Jo: M'hauria de comprar aquest llibre, d'en Manuel de Pedrolo no n'he llegit res

Manuscrit de segon origen, sortint al fons: I jo soc res?????

[juliaridulaina]

Ulls oberts meditant//Eyes open meditating//Ojos abiertos meditando

Una característica molt diferencial del Raja Ioga és la forma i postura de meditar. És una manera que acosta la meditació a tothom, petits i grans, hàbils i neòfits, als de qualsevol religió, als agnòstics i als escèptics. Punts: No heu d’entrar en l’estat d’inconsciència, us heu d’asseure estant alerta. Desaferrar-se del propi cos és la pràctica dels hatha ioguis. Els que fan això son els que…

[exocynraku]

febl

[porcalinecunt]

Hello! Ur writing is so amazing!❤️❤️ may I request brat tamer levi ackerman🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wanna be a brat? brace the consequences ! ʚ♡ɞ

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — reader’s genitalia is not specified. mean dom! levi spanking. impact play. manhandling. hair pulling. anal fingering(?). edging. some degrading.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : hi nonie! tysm for the compliment! you’re too kind :’3 levi is a hard character for me so i hope i did him justice. 🤍 anyways, this will be my last fic before i start grinding on my batfamily fics! so please enjoy! <3

₊˚ෆ BRAT TAMER! LEVI is a rarity you have to seek out for yourself, as unfortunately for your cute little head, the man holds more patience then normal. most annoyances you cause like obnoxious whining or prying at his belt often results in him either brushing you off or a slight chuckle at your feble attempts (not that you’re complaining about the last one..)

₊˚ෆ BRAT TAMER! LEVI however, has his own limits. he won’t tolerate you misbehaving in public or in front of mutual friends nor will he handle you disobaying explicit rules he grounded you in. it’s a constant game of how far you can go just to see levi snap and unleash his pent up frustration onto your poor body. luckily for you, it happened to be one of his more..stressful evenings. despite the crystal clear warning, you pressed and pressed just for a drop of attention. you pouted, begged and touched the crotch of his pants, anticipation his reaction while his eyebrows twitched and his jaw clenched.

₊˚ෆ BRAT TAMER! LEVI finally reached his fucking limit, dragging you by the wrist while you bite back a smile. levi is not a forgiving man, commanding you to strip out of those loose pijamas until you had nothing but your frilly socks on. not only is he pissed, but his strength is near frightening, effortlessly manhandling you like a ragdoll until you were bent over his knee. you whined like a bitch in heat, only for levi to yank you by the hair and force your head towards him. “you keep you mouth shut or i’ll fuck it raw, got that?” safe to say, your lips were pressed tightly together.

₊˚ෆ BRAT TAMER! LEVI is a spanker, period. with your ass high up and your knees held down, levi raised his hand high and struck down on the sensitive flesh. no counting, no breaks, only continuous slapping and squeezing in a painful rhythm. a loud twack! jolted you upwards, only for you to be forced back down as tears stained your face. you could only cry and moan pathetically, weakly saying his name like a mantra you can’t let go of. twack! twack! twack! pain became arousal as you began to rub your thighs together, something levi caught onto in a heartbeat.

₊˚ෆ BRAT TAMER! LEVI scoffed, forcing your thighs apart until he pressed a finger against your asshole. you looked back with a gasp as he brought two fingers into his mouth, lubricating them with his own spit, then rubbing circles around your wet hole. levi was no stranger to anal, yet it never failed to have you tense in anticipation. “mmm..levi..” you moaned. “fuck me..please! i-i can’t wait any lo—AH!” the lingering pleasure was ripped away, only to be replaced with another sting of levi’s strikes. the one time he allowed mercy, you already went back to being a mindless brat in a fucking heartbeat. pathetic.

“want me to fuck you? tear this pretty ass open? then hold the fuck still, minx. until you learn, you aren’t getting shit.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[manoelt-finisterrae]

A fugacidade da sombra

Gustaríanos crer que a sombra é o segredo máis profundo do mundo, que nela dorme unha verdade oculta, máis sólida e certa ca a luz. Mais que é a sombra, ao final, senón un reflexo feble e sen forza, un eco fugaz que se alimenta do brillo que nunca pode posuír?

A luz é o latexo constante que sostén o camiño das estrelas, é o chiscar infinito do tempo que nunca cesa nin se esgota. A sombra, porén, só se refuxia en recunchos e ocos esquecidos, morrendo en silencio ao primeiro raio que atravesa a néboa.

Non hai misterio na sombra, nin segredo que teña peso ou forma; é un espazo de ausencia que apenas se sustenta na nada, un baleiro efémero que desaparece cando a luz reclama o seu lugar, firme, sen tregua, dominando o horizonte coa súa verdade eterna.

A sombra non é máis que un engano, un susurro que se desfai ao instante, un fío de silencio perdido na inmensidade do día que comeza. Só a luz é o alento que move e transforma o curso do universo, a chispa primeira que crea todo o que somos e todo o que será.

E nós, fráxiles viaxeiros deste xogo de claros e escuros, debemos deixar que a luz nos guíe cara ao corazón do real. Na sombra non hai vida, nin camiño, nin respostas certas, só a lembranza vaga dun lume que nunca chegou a existir.

© Manoel T, 2025

[spiralwriting]

Promises

(look at me being productive, woo hoo)

Promises should never be broken.

Despite the knots that tightened sickeningly in my stomach and the salty river that threatened to spill from my eyes with each passing second, that sentiment circled my brain, flashing like a neon sign.

No matter how much it hurt.

No matter how much I wish I could be anywhere but here.

A promise is a promise, no matter the pain it causes.

So in spite of the dread settling in my heart, I face the man I've come to visit- the man I promised to visit.

This is far from the first time I've sat on this decrepit old chair across from the equally uncared for table, but the white hot glare it reflects never ceases to scolded my eyes; exposing them to the ugly truth of the situation. A Truth I'd trade for anything: a miracle perhaps. A miracle I'd use to travel back in time, one I'd use to prevent this all from happening. How? I don't know, but I'm sure I'd find a way.

If only I had the chance.

Today is particularly grim, so grim in fact that I wish I hadn't even bothered rolling out of bed this morning. Although, I wouldn't miss today for the world, even if it causes me unparalleled amounts of agony.

I can't miss today, it might be my last opportunity to say goodbye, because I don't think I can bring myself to come back and face him if things don't end up going well.

"You didn't have to come today..." His voice, soft, yet tense. "I know this must be hard for you..." he feels it too, the pressure in the room.

Sighing, I shake my head, "No matter how I feel, today is important. I want to be here for you before shit goes down."

This afternoon, the final trial, the verdict. It's terrifying, but it's unavoidable. The gang has been together through thick and thin, today is no different. Currently, there have been no hints towards what might happen, so it's completely up in the air, which makes it that much more unnerving. Ashley is supposed to be giving a statement to the court, which is interesting, seeing as nobody had asked any of us to do so.

"Well I'm glad you're here," a small, feble smile spreads across his scarred face "I will admit, I was really happy when the guard told me you did end up coming."

I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face, knowing that I made his day a little brighter during this bleak time. "Good news for you then, I'm not going anywhere, love."

A yawn suddenly overtakes that smile, drowsiness swallowing my body. "You look exhausted," concern shadows his face "you haven't been sleeping right again, have you?"

I run a hand through my hair, averting my gaze to look at the dull concrete walls of the room instead of his rather unimpressed expression.

"Don't worry about it, just a couple of late nights." My eyes return to meet his, but he doesn't seem convinced.

"Mmhmm."

I can't help but laugh bitterly at his disbelief. I'm aware that he knows me far too well to fall for that blatant lie, and he knows it to.

"Let's be real here, the words 'sleep schedule' haven't been in my vocabulary since I was 12 and they released clumpy."

From the serious look on his face, he didn't appear to like my joke too much. "Has this whole thing been stressing you out? It's okay if it has, i understand that but it shouldn't stop you from functioning. You still need to take care of yourself-"

"Relax! It's nothing to do with this, it's just work n' shit." Lier.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He sighs in defeat, wether he believes me or not, he doesn't push further. "How have you been anyways? Up to anything interesting?"

I think for a moment, resting my head lazily in my hand, whilst the other traces imaginary shapes across the fridgid table. "No, not really. Life's been pretty boring since we lost most of the group." My eyes narrow "I spend most of my time working now, trying to get enough money to get myself a place." Head shifting to look at him once again, my hand stops and relaxes. "When I'm not working my ass off, I'm usually here." Or drinking my life away in the dark abis my room.

He sits back in his chair, tilting his head slightly, something I've always loved about him, even now, it's so... Cute. "When's the last time you spoke to ash?"

Mirroring his actions, my face falls in distain. "Not recently, that's for sure. I've talked to her about all this, but she's certain none of it is real, that were just deluded by childhood fantasies." A scoff falls from my mouth "So I haven't bothered with her."

"I know it's frustrating, she's expressed the same feelings towards me when she's been here, but you can't isolate yourself like this." He moves forward, holding his chained hand out for mine. I oblige. "You're gonna end up alone, and that's not what you deserve."

My grip on his hands tighten as I attempt to conceal my frustration, "I know, I don't want to end up alone, it's just so... Ugh!" Ripping my hands from his own, I rub my face, aggravated "I just don't understand how after everything she still doesn't believe us. After Larry, after Todd, after..." My gaze falters and falls to the table "... You."

"Her friends are getting hurt, and I don't understand how she just doesn't care." I burry my face in my hands.

After everything we've been through together, her complete disregard for anything I, or anyone else has to say, is pushing me to the edge. I know I'm not insane, despite what she might think.

"Don't say that," guilt consumes me at the somber tone of his voice "she does care, in her own way, she just... doesn't understand. She's still out friend, remember that."

I peek at him through my fingers, he's leaned forward again, brows knitted together and sad look in his eyes. He's hurt by her disbelief, I can see it, but like always, he sees the best in her, like he does with everyone. Like he did with me. He's so sweet, so kind, and I'm once again brought back to how. How could this happen? I believe him when he says he had no choice, but why. Why sal? Why the most genuine, most loving man on this earth? It's not fair.

But when has life ever been fair to him?

My head falls forward, hands dropping and hair covering my shameful face, "Yeah, sorry, you're right. I'm just frustrated, you know? It's hard to understand where she's coming from but... She probably feels the same way, huh?"

"Yeah, she does. Can't blame her, she was never as involved as we were in the cult."

The guilt falls away with the force of a waterfall, replaced with uncontrollable rage at the mention of the cult. They caused all of this. I haven't thought about, nor touched anything to do with it since the incident. Why would I when all it does it cause harm and heartache to those who get involved? As soon as this whole thing is over, I don't plan on sticking around long.

"Alright Mr. Fisher, times up." A guard saunters lazily into the room, looking at a sheet of paper. "you've got an appointment with Dr. Enon before your trial."

Blankly, I stare at the man that interrupted our conversation. The world around me begins to dissolve as I realise the time that approaches.

I rise to my feet, legs feeling numb, and as if I could collapse at any moment. My steps feel staggered as I make my way out of the melancholy room. In contrast to the dull, lifeless room I previously sat in, the seemingly endless halls are pristine, bright and somewhat less depressing. Though, it still feels devoid of life.

My body turns and takes a step forward towards sal.

"I'll see you in the court room, okay?" My hands caress his mask, fingers running smoothly across his scruffy hair. Guiding his face up, I lay the ghost of a kiss on his forehead, keeping it there for a moment. "I love you, Sal." A whisper, a secret, a promise, only for us to hear.

A relaxed exhale releases loudly through the holes of his prosthetic, head leaning against my chin slightly. "I love you too..."

"Come on, let's go!"

I glare at the guard overtop of the mop of messy blue hair, releasing his face and taking a miniscule step backwards. A smile sits painfully along my face as we say our farewells and I watch him turn and make his way down the hall.

I stand there for what feels like hours before he finally rounds a corner.

My face falls.

[empyrean11]

dancing boys (and Febles)

[mononijikayu]

the horrifying what happened to aemma in episode one about this is that it is only when the woman is ACTUALLY dying or are already dead that c-sections are performed. that told me they do not care of about the historical telling of the story AT ALL. so i just wanna break down the situation and why i dont think that scene in episode one was necessary in the way it was.

now we have a precedence of this shown in the form of queen dowager alyssa velaryon in f&b. the first birth of her marriage to rogar had not been good, she was already weakened by that and her second pregnancy in the marriage was worse, to the point she was dying.

the maester informs that alyssa was already dying and that the only solace they could give is dreamwine. if she had consented or never woke up, we dont really know - but either way the baby, jocelyn, would actually die if they hesitate longer and that if nothing is done, alyssa could take the baby with her as well.

so jaehaerys and alyssane are told and its jaehaerys that tells rogar - that alyssa is dying and the babe could be as well, but they would have to cut her open. rogar was horrified but its something that had to be decided. yet it was a hard choice to make, because no matter the outcome, there would be pain and death - brutal one at that.

but because alyssa was already dying, it was offered as an option and hence it aligns heavily with the medieval standards. in fact, we can find this in a book by historian renate blumenfeld-kosinski called not of woman born where she talks about this.

there's a passage where she mentions saint thomas aquinas and the conundrum of conducting a c-section as soon as possible to annoint the child in holy baptism, to 'save its soul' from damnation — which details a conversation but saint thomas wrote against that, in defense of the mother and explicitly details that he rejects killing the wives.

if the mother is already dead but child is still alive, that's where you move to cut open because the child would die just the same as the mother. thomas rejects the idea that you should kill the mother in order to baptize the child. it is so interesting that the church is against abortion, but one of its outspoken individuals has this sort of perspective.

in fact, there is a passage on three instruction manuals for women's health and medicine called trotula (the little work of trotula) in medieval italy in the 12th century. the midwives who study these texts are encouraged to take care the mothers first. this was at a time where people are HIGHLY religious and would have caused such a social taboo. it was a shock wave to the population seeing these radical ideas for the first time.

the text on c-section on the trotula goes as follows: "whan the woman is feble and the chyld may noght comyn out, then it is better that the chylde be slayne than the moder of the child also dye." - which means it was highly encouraged that they ONLY CUT when the woman is already dying or is dead. this text tries to tells that the mother and child need tp be looked on but women need to be cared for as much as the child. if there is any other way, it should be taken. only in the event of no more choices should there be cutting.

in fact the woman who was behind ideas in trotula — trotula of salerno was a radicalist in her time. she believes both women AND men can have defects. specifically how men's semen can be medically unfit to conceive a child. and that WOMEN should not be suffering at child bed, discussing the use of opiates from herb plants to help with pain and just like saint thomas, she believes that women are not meant to suffer or die from childbirth and that women should not have to make up for the sins committed by even in eden.

in fact, c-sections were also heavily regulated by local authorty. jakob nufer in 1580s for example was a veterinarian who found that his wife was having such a hard time with childbirth that he was so concern and begged to be allowed by local authorities to perform a c-section on his wife because he feared she would die and he succeeded, which his wife surviving AND that child living a long life according to the records.

historians have said that this would not happen just without any reasonable cause to do forced c-sections on their wives for the fact that their wives are also belonged in other royal houses and strong noble families. the people in charge needed these alliances and connections in order to keep the peace going. foul play cannot be a must, the childbed is risk enough for these alliances already. marriages and childbed tied the peace together. alas, the best childbed care is a MUST.

aemma's death would have been fine as a regular death in childbirth or even a similar situation as alyssa's, which would have at least dignified her death. unless it was the natural progression of childbed and or foul play, aemma arryn would have no need to die like that on her childbed. this was not a good way for aemma to die.

it was just insulting to the book material, historical record and aemma herself. not to mention to viserys i. losing his son was tragic enough but having him decide prematurely without her consent, without her actually nearing death or without discussing it in depth with the maester and or not insisting any other way was so off to me. he would have been making a bunch of questions, this was his wife - she was tied to house arryn and she was a high ranking woman. he would not HAVE had her cut open like that when she was not dead yet or actually on her death bed.

[scotianostra]

Mark Alexander Boyd was born on 13th January 1563 in Penkill, Ayrshire.

Born Mark Boyd, the Alexander was his own grandiose addition, was the great-grandson of Robert Boyd, Grand Chamberlain of Scotland. He was educated at Glasgow College under the care of his uncle James Boyd, the Archbishop of Glasgow, his father having died when he was a child. He appears to have been a recalcitrant student with a hot-headed nature and it is said he was advised to move abroad to pursue a career as a soldier of fortune. In any event, he went to France at the age of 18 to study Law in Paris under a Latin tutor and later studied Law in Orleans, then Bourges. Having to quit Bourges because of an outbreak of the plague, he moved to Lyons and then Italy

On his return to France he joined the army of Henry III, fighting on the Catholic side during the French Wars of Religion in spite of being a Protestant himself. After being wounded in the foot he resumed his Law studies in Toulouse but was imprisoned on suspicion of being a spy. However, he escaped to Bordeaux with the help of friends, later spending time in La Rochelle, Spain, and The Netherlands.

In conjunction with this extraordinary itinerant life, this colourful, eccentric character wrote poetry mostly in Latin and Greek and had two collections of Latin poems published in 1590 and 1592. He returned to Scotland in 1595 where he unsuccessfully sought the patronage of James VI with a flattering poem. He died of fever in Ayrshire in 1601. His only known poem written in Scots, the Sonnet of Venus and Cupid, also known as “Fra banc to banc” was rediscovered and published in 1900 by Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch in his Oxford Book of English Verse and championed by Ezra Pound.

The pic is a 17th century engraving of Boyd, the second a £20 note with an excerpt from "Cupid and Venus" by Boyd.

Fra banc to banc, fra wod to wod, I rin

Ourhailit with my feble fantasie,

Lyk til a leif that fallis from a trie

Or til a reid ourblawin with the wind.

Twa gods gyds me: the ane of tham is blind,

Ye, and a bairn brocht up in vanitie;

The nixt a wyf ingenrit of the se,

And lichter nor a dauphin with hir fin.

Unhappie is the man for evirmair

That teils the sand and sawis in the aire;

Bot twyse unhappier is he, I lairn,

That feidis in his hairt a mad desyre,

And follows on a woman throw the fyre,

Led be a blind and teichit be a bairn.

[idkhonestlyy404]

curse my feble hands for photoshoping something so foul

i was too lazy to draw the whole meme...

[james--murray]

!!!

[Adam doesnt knock or go in, but he stalks around the garden, every now and then he slides a drawring or a note underneath the door.]

[^ alot like this.]

..

[Sun's hoof steps are quite loud compared to the silence.]

[It eyes the paper with confusion, checking past the blinds to see if he was still even here]

[cupofkale]

AI CANT DO SHIT. WITHOUT REAL PEOPLE REAL ARTIST AI COULDNT DO SHIT IT ISNT A PERSON IT DOESNT KNOW WHAT A APPLE IS IT DOESNT KNOW COMPOSITION IT DOESNT KNOW ANYTHING IF YOU ARE USING IT STOP FUCKING USING IT YOU FEBLE MINDED FUCK YOU ARE RUINING EVERYTHING STOP USING PRODUCTS FROM COMPANIES THAT USE AI IF YOU CAN DO NOT SUPPORT AI.

[a-c-perez]

Numerologia d'en Salvador Illa (alies "Isla"), candidat a President de la Generalitat.

Un personatge fosc aquest candidat: acusacions de malversació, de provocar un sobrecost d’infraestructures, de fer compres a dit sense concurs, d’inflar els costos ... deixat anar per la "Justícia" Espanyola i observat per l’Europea ... no m'estranya gens el malnom de "enterramorts" que li apliquen a les Xarxes!!!

Anem a la seva numerologia ... tenim un personatge que es mostra als altres molt Dogmàtic i controlador (5) però que també ho és internament, és el que veus. De mena té facilitat pel treball dur i constant (4). No es pas un personatge creatiu, dons es deixa portar per "el de sempre", la força del costum (5) ... i és el que vota el públic sociata i possiblement els ex-Ciudadanos: Llei i Ordre (5) !!!

Estructura la seva vida d’una forma bàsica, es considera un líder (1) que prenc ell sol la iniciativa i les decisions ... el qual l’allunya dels altres i mostra una mancança total d’empatia, alhora que no suporta que res ni ningú el faci ombra (1).

La seva vocació (81) s’escau amb manar, organitzar, el lideratge de mà dura ... té la disposició per fer la feina bruta on no importa l’altre i prima la manca total d’empatia.

Nascut al 1966, s’arrela en els valors tradicionals i la família (6), amb tendència a dubtar, variar de parer ... per finalment quedar-se amb el dolent conegut (66) abans que allò desconegut però que pot ser millor.

Molt lluny de ser el líder que dona directrius i deixa fer del s. XXI ... les seves aspiracions professionals i polítiques es fonamenten en l’ordre i el control (85), mantenir-lo tot ben agafat, amb molta por als canvis (13) i ja no dic pas les revolucions!!!

Si alguna vegada va haver un veritable desig de canvis per la via política, aquests es van esmicolar per la manca d’espiritualitat (22), tot degenerant en una meta de perpetuar (20) la situació heretada.

La gent és atreta per la seva introspecció, aspecte de persona culta (32) la serietat (5) que emana i que representa els valors "de sempre" ... resta clar que el seu votant és abans no res molt conservador (4) ... han enterrat el Socialisme i l’auto-determinació dels Pobles de la que tan es vantaven !!!

La seva forma d’actuar amb (95) carisma d’autoritat, d’aquell que sap controlar els resolts del poder (5), que es situa tot sol dalt el pedestal (9) on no el puguin fer ombra i tot ho pot veure venir. Tot plegat és caut, sospesa molt les seves accions (14) per mantenir-les dintre l'ortodòxia.

El seu posat transmet un missatge (32) d’introspecció i professionalitat, sempre orgullós dels seus estudis, que se sàpiga les escoles i els seus títols ... però alhora defuig mostrar els seus sentiments tot centrant-se en els seus èxits i guanys professionals i polítics (5).

El seu poder (95) es fonamenta en tenir a les seves mans les claus del Partit i en mantenir-se per sobre de tothom (9) i és aquí on els propers poden veure la seva part emocional; si la té, d’home dur (1), treballador, exigent (5) ... que fa mans i mànigues per manegar els seus sentiments i no mostrar-los (14).

Finalment, el seu punt feble (60) passa per la presa de decisions, actua amb massa precaució, sens visió de futur ... tot plegat sempre triarà allò segur i conegut sens arriscar, el qual no el fa la persona adient en temps dinàmics.

[humaforever]

I want to sit on their lap and feed them grapes.

(also Huma, obviously. Harry is talking about Uma)

Obviously their crew is involved, because I love them

______________________________

One lunch. That's all they wanted. One normal lunch.

But alas, Harry would not allow that, so the crew of the Lost Revenge would just have to suffer.

"Look at her Gil" Harry sighed dreamily

Gil glanced up in the direction that Harry was so intently staring at and found that Uma was talking to that Audrey girl. She seemed to be telling a story as she absently indulged on a fruit cup.

"I see her" Gil said, not paying much attention as his main focus was on his food

"Do you? Do you really? Because you don't seem to be admiring her beauty the way you should" Harry said

"I'll leave that to you Harry. Besides, she doesn't look any different than she did when she was sitting with us two minutes ago." Gil said

"It doesn't matter" Harry gripped Gil's arm "She got a new outfit, did ya see that?"

"Yes Harry, I've been with her all day" Gil said

"Do you see how pretty she looks in it!?" Harry said

"Yes Harry" Gil said flatly

Harry sighed as he dramatically laid half of his body on the table "Gods I just want to sit on her lap and feed her those grapes she's eating"

"YOU WANT TO WHAT!?" Jonas suddenly exclaimed, he had been avoiding the conversation before but he could no longer do that

Harry raised his brow at the other boy "You heard me"

"You are sick, you know that?" Jonas said pointing a fork at Harry

"I'll tell you when I find a fuck to give" Harry said

"It's just crazy to me that you would say that when you know there's children around" Bonny shook her head

"Children?" Harry questioned, as far as he was concerned there were no young children in sight

"Desiree, Harry. You know she's just a baby" Bonny said

"Fuck you!" Desiree exclaimed "I'm older than you!"

"Babies aren't allowed to say fuck" Gonzo told Desiree

"Forget the child, he said that right in front of my salad" Jonas said

Gil rolled his eyes "Here we go again with the salad"

"I'm starting to think that Jonas is more romantically involved with this salad than Harry is with Uma" Bonny said

"Not possible " Harry said "No one has ever been more romantically involved with anything or anyone than I am with Uma"

"Gag me with a knife" Gonzo muttered

"My salad is still present!" Jonas cried

"Fuck you and your salad Jonas" Harry said "I'll straddle Uma and feed her your god damn salad"

Jonas gasped

Desiree hit her head against Bonny's shoulder "I think I'm gonna puke"

"Didn't you ever learn about, I don't know, decency, privacy?" Bonny asked Harry

"No, and neither did you so I don't want to hear about it" Harry said

"Everyone around us can hear you Harry" Gil said

"Good, they need to know that I'm Uma's" Harry said

"Trust me, they know" Gonzo said

"I think that message was clear when she pinned you against the wall during the first day of class" Desiree said

Harry smiled widely "That was fun"

"Well, as long as you're having fun" Bonny said dryly

"As long as Uma's having fun" Harry clarified

Jonas chuckled "Man you are down so bad"

"Sounds like a compliment" Harry said "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go feed my girl a grape" he said as he got up and left the table

"At least that's over" Gil said as he watched Harry saddle up next to Uma

There was a moment of silence

"...I wanna feed Uma a grape" Desiree spoke

"Oh God, he's influenced the children!" Bonny cried

Jonas took Desiree's face in his hands "I know your feble young mind doesn't understand yet but this is not the path you want to take! Des we can't deal with another one!"

"Shut up. And get your hands off of me!" Desiree said slapping Jonas' hands

Gil and Gonzo shared an exasperated glance.

Who were they kidding, this crew would never catch a break from themselves.