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: ̗̀┊͙TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE taking reader shopping ⠀꒰ 🎧 ꒱ !⠀⠀୨୧



❝she won ❜ : bold text is stream chat! 💬
STREAMER who comes up with random excuses to do things for you irl stream
“alright,” rafe pulled you into his lap, placing his headset on top of your head. it titled to the side, the mic hitting your chin instead of your lips. “have something planned for today’s stream.”
user: geez she needs her own headset user: hi guys user: a duo game??
“what is it?” you perked up, the headset jostling. rafe chucked, moving it down around your neck. “i take you shopping and say yes to whatever you want,” rafe answered, sliding you closer on his lap.
“really!” your head tilted, smiling down at him. “are you sure?” rafe tilted a brow at you, “yes, really. need to spoil you, it’s been an urge.”
user: wee!! we get to tag along user: can we get food on the way user: need to see more of her wardrobe taste
ᵋ @ barnes and noble ᵌ
“if you want a guy who can play hockey, i could learn in two days,” rafe frowned at the book you held.
user: no you couldn’t
you giggled, placing it in the basket with your other picks. “i don’t. i don’t want this guy, i want him to end up with the main character,” you explained.
rafe nodded with hesitance, glancing at the other books on the shelf, letting the viewers also see. “i’m just saying. . if you were into that fantasy, wizard crap, i could make something work.”
user: what are you talking about user: he’s about to end the challenge user: what did she pick out
rafe pointed the camera at your basket, “they want to see.” “oh!” you rifled through the books, naming them off, “some were being hyped on social media and i’m easily influenced, and others i just like the description,” you explained to them.
“is that all?” rafe didn’t like the little amount you grabbed. “yeah. . should i grab more?” you frowned at your basket.
rafe thought for a second, “i actually don’t need you discovering you have a new type, we can check out.”
ᵋ @ coach ᵌ
“i really don’t need it. that’s not even the challenge, you said anything i want.”
rafe finished paying, grabbing the bag from the cashier. “you pick it up, you want it. i buy it.” he added the bag to the others on his arm.
you frowned at the expensive coach bag, “but i put it down. .” rafe smiled at you, “and i picked it back up. now where else do you want to go?”
user: she won
ᵋ @ popmart ᵌ
the girl gasped, looking between you two, “wait. .” rafe kept the camera pointed to himself just in case the supporter didn’t want to be on video. “. .oh my gosh, it’s you!” she said to you, ignoring rafe.
you put the box you were holding into the basket rafe held. “hi. .” you nervously giggled out. rafe kept an eye on the girl as she stepped closer. he didn’t mind anyone meeting you, he just had to make sure the girl respected you and didn’t try to sneak a picture.
“you are so pretty. . hi rafe,” she tossed a glance at him, looking back to you. rafe smiled at you, not minding at all the attention not being on him.
user: that’s humbling user: no fair she got to see her before us user: she better not be weird. .
“you are too! wait, what are you getting?” you asked the girl, looking at the boxes she had. she stepped next to you so you could see.
“okay, so. on the stream where you guys met, you said you like skull pandas. i’m not really a skull panda girl, but when you said you like them, i was like i have to get them.”
you widened your eyes at her, “no you did not,” you cooed. “that is so sweet. we were just about to check out, i’m so glad we ran into you. .”
“oh! i can leave you guys alone, then. i just wanted to say hi. and i literally won’t say anything about you by the way, i am not like that.” she promised you and rafe.
you frowned at her, “you don’t seem like it. okay, wait. .” you walked back to rafe, peering up at him. “mm. . would you say yes if i asked you to buy her boxes for her?”
you didn’t need to put on those eyes. “anything you want, baby.”
ᵋ @ the thrift ᵌ
“you see the vision, right?” you held the top up to your chest, turning for rafe to see.
he stared intensely, “that’s cute, i can see it. it can go with the hat you picked up,” he reached into the cart, pulling out the hat and holding it up to your head.
you gasped, “you’re so right, okay.” you placed the top in the cart.
rafe read the chat. “wow, they really doubted my fashion skills. that’s rude guys.”
you peeked over to read, some of your face showing in the camera. “no, guys, he helps with my outfits sometimes. he’s really good.” you walked over to another rack, rafe pushing the cart behind you.
rafe read more chats. “now they’re switching up. you guys always go with anything she says.”
you giggled, peering over your shoulder, then going back to rifling through the clothes.
“as they should though,” rafe said.
ᵋ @ rafe’s place ᵌ
rafe placed the bags on the desk, some on the floor that couldn’t fit.
user: this was so fun user: haul time
rafe turned to you sitting in his chair, legs crossed. “they’re asking for a haul, but you don’t have to give one.”
your eyes widened, “they still want to see me?”
user: duh this is your stream
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pazzi - best friends but real lovey dovey on each other and paige does anything azzi wants her to do in front of their teamates
the space between us
pairing : pazzi
content : fluff, slightt angst (friends to lovers, mutual pining)
a/n : thank you anon for this request 🙏 i changed it up a little bit, but i hope you still loveee. also based it off of 23 - 24 roster because i miss niknik and lili. thank you as well for the support on snow day and repped, if you haven't read those, maybe u should? please remember this is all fiction. enjoy reading!
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from the day they met, it was always something a little more with them.
like the way azzi would ask, “can i sit here?” on every away-game bus ride, even though paige always saved her the window seat.
or the quiet, “can i have a sip?” as she reached for paige’s water bottle mid-practice. and paige never said no, she never even blinked.
they were best friends. that’s what they told everyone.
but best friends didn’t flirt like that, didn’t look at each other like this, didn’t act like it had always been them, a team of two, orbiting each other, no one else getting close enough to matter.
they didn’t need to say it out loud.
they had each other. and that was enough.
until it wasn’t.
it started with azzi spending more time with this girl from the track team. bree. funny, loud, magnetic in a way that drew people in. she was the kind of person who never hesitated, especially with azzi when she asked her out right at the door of the champions center, handed her a smoothie and said, “you free friday?”
paige saw it from across the court, of course. yet all she did was watch azzi smile back and say yes.
and something in her chest cracked open, soft and sharp at the same time.
not because she was jealous, not exactly. she was happy for her, but because suddenly she wasn’t the first one azzi told about her day, and suddenly the pre-practice routines were off, the stolen glances in the locker room or the shared inside jokes as the team was being told off by geno.
and paige didn’t know what to do with that.
so she did nothing.
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practice the next day was tense. azzi kept looking at paige like she wanted to say something. paige kept pretending not to see it.
and then, during a full-court drill, paige fumbled a pass and muttered under her breath.
azzi jogged over, concern on her face. “you okay?”
“i’m fine,” paige said, too quickly. “you don’t have to check on me.”
“what does that mean?”
“nothing"
“paige.."
“just go, az.”
the silence that followed was deafening.
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they didn’t talk for two days.
paige stayed late in the gym, long after everyone else had left. it was easier to be around ghosts than to look azzi in the eye and feel that ache in her chest grow stronger.
until friday night, when azzi walked in just as paige was lining up a free throw. she didn’t say anything, just caught the ball on the rebound and passed it back.
paige stared at her.
azzi crossed her arms. “you’ve been avoiding me"
paige swallowed. “i’ve been busy, march madness is coming up”
“you’ve been hiding"
a beat.
“maybe.”
“why?”
paige was silent. she caught the ball again, dribbled once. twice. then let it fall.
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it starts at ted’s.
because it always does. late-night runs after big games, when the adrenaline’s still in their veins and no one wants to go back to their dorm just yet. it’s loud inside, a little sticky, the lights a shade too bright, but it feels like home. like uconn tradition.
paige sits in the corner booth with azzi pressed in beside her. her thigh is warm against paige’s. her hair’s tied back, but a few loose strands fall forward, and paige has to grip her root beer float like it’s keeping her alive.
they’re not talking. not really. just sitting in that kind of silence that’s not awkward, but heavy. azzi’s bouncing her knee. paige keeps glancing at her. she looks nervous. too quiet, too still in the wrong ways.
"paige,"
and even before paige could even look directly at her azzi's already leaning in.
slow.
intentional.
her hand brushes against paige’s jaw like a whisper.
and then she kisses her.
it’s soft. hesitant. it tastes like cherry coke and something sweeter. like hope.
and paige, she’s waited forever for this, dreamed of it, begged for it in silence.
but she pulls back.
just an inch. just enough.
"azzi, stop. you're drunk"
“i'm not, paige.”
paige tenses. "you are, what happened to bree?"
azzi looks down, then back at her. her eyes are clearer than they should be, considering how many fries she just devoured. “i have to tell you something.”
paige stiffens. her hands go cold, but she feels a little hope inside her.
“i never told you,” azzi’s voice doesn’t waver. “we broke up.”
paige’s heart stutters. “when?”
“a week ago.”
“why didn’t you say anything?”
azzi lets out a breath. “because i didn’t want to lie to you about why. or pretend like it didn’t matter when it did.”
paige stays quiet, letting her talk.
“she cheated on me,” azzi says flatly. “with some guy from the LSU football team. i found out the day after that scrimmage. i didn’t tell anyone.”
paige stares. “what?”
azzi shrugs, like it’s nothing. like it’s old news even though it’s clearly not. “i think part of me already knew. not about the guy. just… that she wasn’t the person i wanted to tell good things to. not anymore.”
and then she looks at paige.
really looks at her.
“you were.”
paige swallows. hard. her throat feels too tight. the air’s too heavy.
“you always were,” azzi adds.
paige’s eyes flutter shut. “then why’d you pick her?”
“because you scared the shit out of me,” azzi says. “and because i thought i had more time.”
it’s not perfect. it’s not a line. it’s just true.
“you’re sure?” she asks. “this isn’t about bree?”
azzi shakes her head immediately. “this has never been about bree. not even once.”
“she cheated on you.”
“and you stayed,” azzi says. “even when i made it impossible.”
paige covers her eyes. her voice cracks when she speaks.
“you don’t get to kiss me if you’re not sure.”
“i’m sure,” azzi says.
and this time when she kisses her, it’s different.
hungrier, deeper, like nothing else mattered.
and paige kisses back like she’s drowning. like she finally found the surface.
they don’t even notice kk standing there with her milkshake in hand, eyes wide as saucers.
not until kk blurts, “HOLY SHIT.”
paige freezes. azzi jumps a little, lips still inches from paige’s.
then the rest of the team explodes.
“FINALLY,” aaliyah yells from a booth behind them.
“i knew it,” nika says, pointing her fry at aubrey like she won a bet.
“i had money on them making out before the tournament,” ice mutters.
“you owe me twenty,” aubrey says smugly.
kk just stares. “yo. that was kinda hot.”
paige groans, hiding her face in azzi’s shoulder. azzi’s laughing now, full and free, her arm curling around paige’s waist like it’s always belonged there.
“i guess this means it’s official?” aaliyah calls out.
azzi grins, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“yeah. it’s official.”
and paige, with her heart finally whole in her chest, just nods.
“took you long enough,” nika says.
but paige doesn’t care.
because azzi’s still holding her hand under the table.
and this time, she’s not letting go.
#bucketsp#pazzi#paige bueckers#azzi fudd#lesbian#pazzi is real#pazzi fanfic#pazzi fluff!!#angst with a happy ending
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Challengers: Avengers Edition (Part 3)
Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Fem!Stark!Reader (Established Relationship); Bob Reynolds x Fem!Stark!Reader
Summary: Sam decides to sue, Sam and Bucky are being angsty for no reason, Bob finally talks to Yelena and Bucky, you get invited to a gala and and Joaquin is a lil upset.
Warnings: Fuff, Banter, Angst, Cameos, Joaquin loves Reader a LOT, Joaquin being a cutie, Poor Bob suffers :(,CAUTION: Mentions of Bob’s Addiction, Drugs and Mental Illnesses, Graphic discussion of Bob's withdrawals from drugs and his past, the Void demeans Bob, I am NOT romanticizing pre!serum Bob. He is depicted to have an unhealthy/codependent attachment and that is NOT romantic. Valentina is a piece of shit, SO much Yearning and Longing from Bob, SamBucky are dads and cough best friends, Jealous!Joaquin, Jealous!Bob, Reader is oblivious as hell because she has eyes for Joaquin only, Reader is mentioned to have hair long enough to be let down loose, thats all i think! Let me know if i should add something else!
Also, sorry if the timeline is a lil confusing :(
AN: just watched Ironheart, you guys, PLS WATCH THE SHOW! its sooo good and riri my girl is just amazing! please support dominique! <3
"So...we're definitely suing."
Sam announced as he entered the living area, where all of you were lounging around.
Kamala and Kate were sitting on the bean bags, huddled over a laptop as they watched a show, Scott was scavenging in the pantry for something to eat, Carol had decided to busy herself with digging up some more dirt on Valentina, sitting at the dining table, while Joaquin laid his head on your lap, your soft hand buried in his curls, other hand holding a book. His eyes were closed, hands folded on his chest, light snores leaving his mouth.
All of you, minus Joaquin, looked up in shock.
"What...do you mean?", you asked nervously.
Sam rubbed his eyes.
"Well, they're not ready to expose her themselves. He said their hands are under a rock and that they really cannot do anythin'."
You bit your tongue to avoid blurting out that you and Joaquin knew this already.
"What's next?", Kate asked.
"We'll contact our lawyers right away. I'm not letting that woman think ahead of us for even a second. I've talked to Jennifer already, said she'll meet me tonight. Carol, you're comin' with me", he sighed.
Carol simply nodded her head.
"I feel like I'm getting a deja vu", Scott quipped with his mouth stuffed with Oreos.
"Did Mr. Stark and Steve fight like this, (Name)?", Kamala asked you in curiosity, side eyeing Sam nervously.
You looked at Sam who shook his head in dejection.
"Yes, but worse, because they wouldn't hear each other out", you answered her lowly. Sam sighed.
"Alright, It's nearing 6, so you", he pointed at Kamala, "need to get back, before your mom calls us all."
Kamala’s eyes widened before she pulled up Kate, and they left in a hurry, throwing a quick ‘Bye’ over their shoulders. Carol was staying back because she had to go meet Jennifer with Sam, while Scott left shortly as he had a date with Hope.
Now that the base was empty, you decided to finally have a talk with Sam.
You watched him walk around the sofa and join Carol at the dining table, discussing something with her. Dog-earing your book, you laid it on the couch next to you, gently lifting Joaquin’s head off your lap and putting a pillow under him. His eyebrows scrunched up a little before he curled on his side, crossing his arms sighing sleepily.
You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before standing up and approaching Sam.
“Guys?”
He turned around, frowning at the nervous look on your face, “Yeah?”
“Um-Carol, I’m so sorry, but I need to talk to Sam about something. Would you mind if I steal him for sometime?”, you requested her, not wanting to make her feel left out.
She smiled, “Yeah, of course. Please, go ahead. I need to read this file anyways.”
Sam and you walked over to his personal office, where he stared at you like he’d already read your mind.
“Spit it out, Stark”, he quipped, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You looked at him and covered your face with your hands.
“You’re gonna hate me”, you groaned.
“What?”, Sam stood up straight.
You removed your hands from your face and put them on your hips instead, chewing on the inside of your cheek before spilling everything.
“Uh-Joaquin and I went to the Tower yesterday.”
Sam paused, his eyes wide in disbelief, “You did what?”
“…yeah”, you grimaced.
And Sam spiralled, just a little, out of worry for you two, his eyes wide and face slack.
“Kid, I told y’all not to do this one thing, specifically. What goes on- why did ya’ll even go there? And did anybody see you? Hold on, did Valen-”
“Hey, relax. Nobody saw us, I promise, Sam. We went through the launch pad, so, no security or media people saw us. And no, Valentina wasn’t there either, so don’t worry”, you consoled him.
Sam rubbed a hand down his face, “That doesn’t make it any better, what if they use this against us? What if they’re all going to provoke Valentina against us? This changes everything about the case and now the two of you are caught in the between-”
“Sam-Sam!”, you called him out loudly, holding his flailing hands in yours to ground him.
“I know, we don’t know the team properly, but I swear, they all want Valentina to fall, just as much as we do.”
Sam frowned, “What?”
“Yeah. I don’t know what Bucky told you but he’s right, they’re all lost. She’s holding them hostage and manipulating the Bob guy, who was responsible for the whole black out thing”, you squeezed his hands earnestly.
“That’s…yeah, he did say that. What else do you know? You talked to all of ‘em?”, he murmured.
You released his hands and tugged your cardigan sleeves over your hands.
“Most of it was just her manipulating and threatening to expose them. She’d reintroduce all the omitted information from their files, that could turn them into convicted criminals again, if they disobeyed her.”
You swallowed thickly before continuing, “And this Bob guy…Sam, he’s got a heavy past. Drug addict along with a long history of mental illness. Which is why he’s been so unstable and she’s been using him as a weapon. That blackout thing? That was due to a depressive episode that Valentina forced onto him”, you solemnly relayed the information to Sam, who just frowned harder.
“Has she lost her damn mind? She should be put behind the bars for abetting someone, add the scammy stuff later”, he muttered in disbelief.
You pursed your lips, “I know. She’s a fucking leech.”
Sam furrowed his brows. He couldn’t believe this woman had the audacity to groom a mentally ill person to be an indestructible weapon and worsen their condition.
“And no, we didn’t get to talk to them properly, but they seemed pretty over it. Bucky said he’ll talk to them. Did he tell you anything about it?”
Sam snorted humourlessly, “It was just a whole lotta ‘I don’t know, man’, ‘I’m sorry, Sam’, ‘I can’t do anything except wait’”.
That tracks. He’d said the same to you.
“Yeah. He said the same to us. Honestly, you guys are worse than my dad and Steve”, you huffed.
“Excuse me?”, Sam quirked an eyebrow.
“At least those two fought and yelled at each other. You guys don’t even do that. It’s just endless pining and yearning”, you quipped, pretending to look at your nails.
Sam sputtered, “Wh-Wait. No. That’s not what’s happening-”
“Okay, okay, Cap. I got you”, you chuckled, choosing to go easy on the man. Sam glared at you, his face could radiate steam if it could, because he was positively flustered.
“Alright, listen. Here’s what we’re doing next. We have to get the team on our side first. Build the rapport and trust, and then, make them testify against Valentina. She’s holding them hostage anyways, so it’s not like we are lying about it”, you suggested.
Sam nodded solemnly, “Yeah. I was thinkin’ of meeting the rest but I dunno how, without raising a few eyebrows.”
You folded your arms across your chest, “Don’t worry about that. We’ll figure something out. Valentina loves the whole parade. She will probably arrange a gala or a party for the team so that all the big shots visit her.”
“You think she’ll invite us?”, he raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, I’m sure she will. She wants you to see all of this, rub it in our faces and all that crap. But before that happens, we need to file this case, Sam.”
He nodded, “Yeah, of course. Gonna insist Jennifer and might even meet up with Murdock. We need all hands on deck.”
“That’s good”, you nodded before perking up, “Would you mind, if I suggested you to meet up with her at a different place?”
Sam frowned, “I mean, no, but why?”
You chewed on your lip, “I don’t trust her. At all. If you’re gonna meet at a bustling place, she’s probably gonna keep an eye on you. You’d have to take a trip but, it’s important.”
“Yeah, okay, go on.”
“So, dad had this hide out kinda thing. In Virginia. It’s fully surveilled with high tech security, I’ll manage it myself and FRIDAY has access, too. It’s better if all the meetings related to this case take place there. I don’t want you, Jennifer or Carol risking your own assets or lives for this.”
“That makes sense, yeah. Sure”, Sam nodded.
“I’ll send a car to pick up Jennifer. You guys will be okay?”, you inquired.
“No no, we’re good. Virginia’s not that far from here and I know a route, so we’ll be fine. Thanks, kid”, Sam patted your shoulder, a soft smile tugging at lips because he couldn’t help but see your father in you. They had their differences, but Tony Stark was always the first in line to help his team.
You flashed him a sincere smile before turning serious again, glossy eyes looking up at him with so much trust.
“Sam, if there’s any two people, in this whole world who can get through this, it’s you and Buck. You’re not like my dad or Steve. What you have is special. You’re each other’s family. It doesn’t matter that you’re the leaders of two different teams, the two of you will always, always find a way. Please remember that. We need you two to come together for this. And it will happen if you guys just..talk.”
Sam tilted his head, eyes shining with longing and something else.
“I asked Bucky the same, and now I’m asking you the same thing. Promise me, that the two of you will fix this, together”, you croaked.
Sam looked at you for a moment before brushing his hand across your back soothingly, a wet smile spreading on his lips.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I promise.”
You exchanged sad smiles, bringing up a hand to wipe your eyes when there was a knock on the door to the office.
“Bet it’s your clingy boyfriend”, Sam teased.
You snorted, wiping your eyes on your sleeves before Sam walked over to the door, revealing a half awake Joaquin, his hair was mussed with sleep and plaid shirt wrinkled from the tossing and turning.
He looked so warm and cosy, it took everything in you to not tackle him in a hug.
“Good morning, sunshine”, Sam boomed, wrapping an arm around Joaquin’s shoulders and hiding you from his view.
You pursed your lips to stop yourself from laughing out loud.
“Hi….where’s-where’s (Name)”, his sleepy voice cracked as he spoke, a hand rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“She went back at her apartment, man. Said she’d let you sleep for sometime”, Sam teased further. He knew exactly how Joaquin would get clingy and snappy after he woke up and how he’d relax only if you were with him.
That seemed to have snapped him out of his sleep, his back suddenly straightened up in attention, a sad little pout tugging his lips down. As if someone stole his candy.
“Wait, she left? Without me? I was supposed to drop her home, bro. We were gonna go on a grocery run and I was gonna help her with dinner, and I—”
You giggled loudly, both of the men whipped their heads behind to look at you.
Sam in amusement, Joaquin in disbelief.
And then Joaquin grumbled, Sam shaking his shoulders while cackling.
“Oh man, you’re so whipped. I’m never letting you live that down, by the way. You should’ve seen your face!”, Sam wheezed, leaning against Joaquin, who was still grumbling, a whine leaving his mouth.
“Stop it. You guys are the worst”, he groaned loudly and rubbed his face with his hands. You pouted.
“Alright. Alright. I gotta go. You guys can stay if you wanna. It’s too late to go back, anyways. (Name), please look into picking up Jennifer, yeah?”, Sam instructed and squeezed Joaquin’s shoulders.
You nodded and Sam murmured a ‘Bye’ to Joaquin, before leaving.
Joaquin scrunched his nose before bee lining towards you, strong arms going around your waist and head buried in your neck. Letting a smile pull at your cheeks, you bring your arms around his back, smoothing your palms over the wide expanse, feeling his muscles move underneath them as your head leaned against his temple.
“Good nap?”, you asked quietly.
His warm breath hit your chest, soft curls tickling your jaw as he nodded in affirmation.
“Missed you though. Why’d you leave me alone”, you could practically hear the pout in his scratchy voice. You sighed.
“Sorry, baby bird. I needed to tell Sam about everything that happened yesterday.”
That got his attention, pulling back from your neck to look at you, arms still caging you in his embrace, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Oh, damn. How’d it go?”
You busied yourself with straightening his collar while filling him in.
“Well, Bucky called him. Said the same things he said to us. They must’ve had a disagreement because the first thing Sam said after the call, was that we’re definitely suing. So he’s gone to meet Jennifer Walters right now, with Carol. I decided to tell him everything before he found out from someone else.”
Joaquin’s eyes widened, “Please tell me he’s not grounding us.”
You huffed a laugh, rubbing his chest soothingly, “No, I handled it and told him that we had it in control.”
Joaquin breathed a sigh of relief, before you continued.
“So now we gotta wait till Valentina announces a gala or a party or something, which she will definitely do because-”,
“She’s an attention seeker”, Joaquin deadpanned, squeezing your waist, jaw clenched in annoyance.
You snorted, “Exactly. And she’ll definitely invite us, or Sam, at least. I’ve requested him to keep in contact with Bucky and sort out whatever they’ve got going on. We need all of them on our side, and to testify against that woman. Sam has agreed to all of this, thankfully.”
Joaquin smiled in relief.
“That’s good. You’re good. You’re so smart, baby”, he praised, brown eyes oozing with love and pride.
You blushed, ducking your head to avoid his intense eye contact, “Shut up.”
Joaquin laughed and pulled you closer, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, enveloping you in a warm hug, both of you unaware of the storm brewing back at the Tower.
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Yesterday
Bucky and Yelena speed walked towards Bob’s room, the only place where he could be in their absence.
The conference had taken longer than expected, all of them were a cranky and tired mess by the second half. Now they just couldn’t even bear to see each other’s faces or talk to anybody.
But Yelena reminded him of Bob. The events that took place during the day, your arrival, Bucky’s emotional conversation with you and Joaquin, and Bob’s sudden attraction to you, and they immediately got to work, leaving behind the other three to quickly check on the golden boy, who was still in his room, they assumed.
They exchanged a worried look before Yelena opened the door carefully, making sure to make minimal noise so as to not freak the boy out.
The room was dark. The only light that came in, was the moonlight, coating the room in a dark blue hue, highlighting a large lump on the bed, curled up in a fetal position.
For a second, they worried that the Void was out again, both of their hearts thundering against their ribs. Bucky slowly made his way towards the side table, flicking on the lamp that perched on it.
The lamp coated the room in a golden glow, finally shedding some light on the large form resting atop the bed—Bob. Just Bob. No jet black shadow covering him.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Yelena rounded the corner and sat on the opposite side, observing Bob’s sleeping face closely.
“Just asleep”, Yelena murmured, making Bucky unclench his fists.
“Should we wake him up?”, he rasped.
Yelena thought about it for a moment, before nodding hesitantly.
“Yeah. It’s been a while since we left, anyway. If we don’t talk now, we’re gonna keep delaying it and he’ll keep avoiding it.”
Bucky pursed his lips before nodding in approval, letting her do the job of waking Bob up.
Yelena gently placed her hand on his shoulder, shaking him carefully like she was handling a bomb waiting to go off.
“Bob? Wake up, c’mon”, she shook his arm.
A breath left his nose, eyebrows twitching before he suddenly jerked, eyes whipping open in a sudden manner.
Yelena jumped, raising her hands in a surrender manner, Bucky made himself more visible to Bob so as to not scare him further.
“It’s okay, it’s just us. Yelena and Bucky. You’re okay”, Yelena’s raspy voice soothed him.
Bob blinked a few times before sitting up, hands rubbing his eyes to clear his vision of the bleariness. He swallowed thickly, trying to forget the very realistic memory he’d had of you, before clearing his throat.
“H-hey guys. You’re back. That’s..that’s nice. What’s the time?”
“It’s past 9pm, kid. Did you have dinner?”, Bucky asked softly, his voice coated in concern.
Bob furrowed his brows, “9 pm? Damn, I-I don’t know when I dozed off…and no, I didn’t have dinner yet”, he sheepishly admitted, hands playing with the edges of his sleeve.
Honestly, he was still out of it. He wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep, half expecting to have an episode but surprisingly his body had fallen into a slumber.
“That’s okay. We’ll order somethin’ for you”, Yelena offered, exchanging a look with Bucky, who was already ordering some burgers and fries for Bob, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Oh. That’s nice of you. Thank you”, Bob gave them one of his crooked smiles, one that was teetering between a frown and a smile.
Yelena gave him a tight lipped smile before deciding to ask away.
“Bob, we need to talk.”
He tensed up, eyebrows shooting up in fear, a few strands of brown curls framing his eyes, “Wait, what-what did I do? Did the-did the other guy show up again? I’m sorry, it’s just, not been a good day and I-”
“Hey, hey, hey. Relax. It’s nothing like that”, Bucky placated, a hand held out to stop Bob’s ramblings.
Bob’s mouth fell open in disbelief, glassy eyes switching between the two figures in front of him.
“So-what is it..?”, he asked hesitantly.
Yelena gave him a sympathetic look, deciding to ask him directly in that straight forward way she does, “Bob…what happened with (Name)? Why were you acting so…weird?”
Bob froze. Blood rushed to his ears as everything came running back to him. Your face. Your voice. His sudden possessiveness. His jealousy towards Joaquin.
You and Joaquin together.
Bob clenched his jaw, leaning away from Yelena and averting his gaze from both of the assassins in shame and anger—towards himself and towards the situation.
“Nothing”, he simply murmured, closing his eyes tightly to get rid of the voices and images of Joaquin’s hands on you.
Yelena frowned, Bucky shook his head.
“It’s not nothing. You were practically staring holes into Joaquin, I saw your eyes glow golden as well. You looked at her like-like she’s some kinda ghost. Or a god. And you’ve been asleep for what? Almost 8-9 hours? Don’t lie, kid”, Bucky conceded firmly, his voice taking the shape of a tired and worried father.
At hearing Joaquin’s name, Bob’s jaw clenched tighter, somehow. That same green monster clawing his way up his throat.
“Yeah, well, it’s not like he wasn’t being a dick to me”, he scoffed, looking at Bucky incredulously, a strange attitude overtaking him.
Bucky quirked an eyebrow while Yelena’s mouth fell open.
“This! You’re being aggressive, again! What’s with this attitude, Reynolds?”, she cried out, folding her hands across her chest.
Bob narrowed his eyes, those golden tendrils shimmering behind his irises again, “So I shouldn’t defend myself when someone’s being an asshole to me?”
Her eyes widened, looking at Bucky for help, who just scoffed in disbelief.
“Not when you’re ogling said person’s girlfriend like he wasn’t standing in front of you. Not when you’re poking at him for simply standing next to his girlfriend, Bob.”
That struck Bob straight, wincing as if the jab had hit him directly in the chest, shrinking into his skin once again, blue eyes focused onto his fingers picking the skin around his nails in nervousness.
He knew he was acting strange. He knew he was provoking Joaquin for no reason. And he knew he had no right to feel so possessive over you. All of it was wrong and shameful.
But he just couldn’t help it.
Not when you were no less than a god, as Bucky had mentioned, to him.
As damaged as he was, he had feelings too. Real, raw, human feelings.
“S-sorry. I just…I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry. Really sorry”, he whispered with his eyes shut tightly, making him see stars behind his lids as his hands kept picking at each other.
“See? You’ve once again managed to ruin everything….”
That voice was back again. Bob shook his head in denial.
Concerned, Yelena put her hands on his fidgeting ones, separating them before holding them tightly to ground him.
“It’s okay, Bob. We want to help you. But we can’t if you don’t tell us what’s happening. Is there something you’d like to share?”, she gently prodded, bending slightly to look at him.
He still wouldn’t meet her eyes, lips quivering with the sob he was holding in.
Bucky sighed sadly, “Bob…do you like (Name)? If that’s the case, then, I’m sorry to tell you but, she’s already-”
A few tears escaped Bob’s eyes, face scrunched up in pain before he decided to correct Bucky, unable to hold it in any longer.
"You don't get it", he whispered, cutting off Bucky, who paused.
"What do you mean?", Yelena asked from his right, a hand coming up to rest on his shoulder.
They were going to find out someday. It’s not like he wasn’t obvious or anything.
“…I love her”, he finally answered, his voice a weak and tired variant of itself.
The room was suddenly too quiet. Bob swore he could hear the rustle of the mattress and the traffic below. Bucky's mouth hung open as he stared at Bob blankly and Yelena decided to break the silence by blurting out, "What?"
Bob winced again, removing his hands from Yelena's grip.
"That's-you don't even know her, Bob. You just met her. That's not possible", Bucky reasoned, a frown tugging at his already stressed face, the lines next to his eyes more prominent due to the low light in the room.
Bob's jaw ticked, a bitter taste lingering in his mouth as he mulled over Bucky's words. Even though he was right, he didn't know how you were an anchor for Bob. How he'd decided to get his shit together after learning about you. How Angela would convince him to get better by talking about you and your philanthropy. How he'd seen all of your speeches and talks on his friend's borrowed computer and on Angela's TV, who purposefully set it to your interviews when he would stumble into her shop.
Did he know you personally? No.
Had you changed his life? Yeah. In more than one way.
When he had nobody who stuck around in his life, your face and voice was a constant. You were The (Name) Stark, with a face as radiant as the sun, who was incredibly resilient and courageous and with a heart made of gold, and yeah, you didn't even deserve someone like him. But he was sure that if he ever tried to talk to you, just as a friend, you'd never disappoint him like the others did. The others who left him when it got tougher.
Maybe he was being parasocial. But how would he know the answers to his questions, if nobody gave him a chance to even talk to you? Even a 'thank you' would suffice, he thought. But he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards you any longer. Even being in your orbit was nothing short of an honor for him.
"You don't get it, Bucky. She's-she's saved me. When I had no one, I had her voice to keep me grounded. Even before reaching the lab, I had borrowed a phone, from someone. I used to listen to her speeches every day. On repeat. I'd throw it aside when the withdrawals would start. But I'd feel this...this hole in my chest, craving her voice just as badly as the drugs. And sometimes...sometimes I'd cry my eyes out while I withered on the ground. But my earphones would always play her voice", Bob's voice cracked as he confessed.
Bucky and Yelena were stunned into silence.
The fact that Bob was aware of you before coming here. And unknowingly, you'd played a vital part in his life and where he was today, was so shocking that Bucky stared at Bob's tearful face dumbly while Yelena felt her own eyes water, head turned towards the side to hide her tears.
"I told myself, if I get to meet her, I'm thanking her. For just…being there, even if she wasn’t there physically. For her speeches and work. But...when I saw her, in person today...I realised that...it wasn't just a stupid crush or-or some weird codependent attachment. Her entire energy, the way she holds herself, it's so powerful. I-I haven't been with someone in a long time", he scoffed humourlessly, "Not that anybody wanted a fuckin' mess like me. But, maybe that's why I sort of, fell hard for her. She's been the only constant in my life for the past 5 years."
Bob wiped his tears with his sleeves, nose tinged red and eyes swollen.
"That's why I was also being an asshole to...to Joaquin. The whole 'I know her longer than he does' shit. Even though, as Bucky said, I don't know her, technically", he croaked shamefully, red dusting his cheeks.
Yelena sniffled and Bucky opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unable to take in all of this.
It was a lot. He's getting too old for a love triangle in his own family. And his heart also breaks for Bob. If you and Joaquin weren't, quite literally, each other's soulmates, then maybe it would've worked out. You'd get along with Bob just fine.
But that wasn't the case, and now there were two separate teams as well, so Bucky wasn't sure how to handle this without further breaking Bob's heart.
Because Bucky was sure that Joaquin, being as stubborn and steadfast he was, was absolutely not going to let Bob try anything. Let alone talk to you. Especially not after the intense show down between the two men. Bucky almost groaned at the fact that this was just going to worsen the situation between the teams even more.
Letting out a big sigh, he sat down in front of Bob, elbows braced against his knees as he carefully chose his words.
"Look, Bob...I understand. You knowingly or unknowingly imprinted on her, and you were so used to being the only one who listened to her, that you feel a little disoriented now that your bubble is burst. I get that. But...", he sighed again, "Kid, it's just, not gonna be easy, I'm not gonna lie to you. At least, not as peacefully as you're hoping for it to go. Joaquin is...he's very protective of her and vice versa. And they're literally made for each other."
Bob clenched his jaw harder, the lump in his throat making it harder to swallow. Why was Bucky cutting a deeper wound into his already broken heart?
"So, whatever you do, don't go around picking a fight with him unnecessarily. We're already in a sensitive situation, yeah?", Bucky softly added, trying to be as gentle as he could be.
Bob's vision blurred with tears before he nodded tersely, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes and push back his curls.
"Bob", Yelena's scratchy voice brought his attention back to her. He looked up at her hesitantly. Her eyes were bloodshot.
"We know this will be difficult for you. Maybe in ways that is beyond our understanding. But, please, for your sake, talk to me or Bucky next time. Or...maybe we can start your therapy sessions soon? If that's okay with you?", she offered carefully, eyes trained on his every move.
Bob bit his lip, mulling over her words. Therapy didn't sound that bad, honestly. At least, he'd use all the free time to work on himself instead of withering away.
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. I-I can go to therapy", he admitted, nodding in agreement.
Yelena let out a sigh of relief and Bucky gave him a rare, kind smile, one that Bob had only ever seen on the super soldier's face when he was with you.
The thought almost made him smile. You had a way around making people comfortable.
"I'll talk to my therapist. She might recommend someone fit for you. You can take a trial session and the rest is your decision. That okay?", Bucky suggested.
"Yes. That's okay. Thanks, guys", Bob finally gave them a weak smile, cheeks glistening with tear tracks under the yellow light of the lamp.
Maybe, Bob could get over this. And he prayed he wouldn't see you anytime sooner, either.
-
Minutes after he'd finished his meal, Valentina had called for an emergency meeting. At 11 pm.
Why? Because that attention seeker had decided that she wanted to throw a Gala for the team. 'For the team' was just an excuse, she just wanted to show off. Show off her wealth, show off her so called team and her nonexistent efforts and how she's the new 'saviour' of the American people.
It was all a load of crap, honestly.
But she wanted to host a Gala and she was going to host it by the end of this week. And guess whom she wanted needed to attend this gala?
Sam Wilson. And you.
"We're not doing this", Bucky seethed, fists clenched tightly in anger. He still hadn't talked to Sam, like he'd promised you. And now, Valentina wanted to do this?
He couldn't imagine how betrayed Sam would feel, if he found out that Bucky had purposefully kept information from him. As if he wasn't on thin fucking ice already.
Valentina smirked, "Listen up, Barnes. I don't remember asking for your permission. It's my money. My team. I can do whatever the hell I want to."
Bucky clenched his jaw, the rest of the team glared at Valentina, except Bob, who had a faraway look in his eyes.
"Anyways, there's gonna be investors, shareholders, some of the richest people in attendance, including a real Captain America and our resident billionaire Stark heir. You guys better behave and keep up my reputation, hm?", she announced absently while flicking through her Ipad, Mel looking at her in confusion.
John scowled at the Captain America jab, Alexei's eyes kept jumping between Bucky's tensed body and Valentina's unbothered one like he was at a tennis match, Ava and Yelena exchanged glances before Yelena looked at Bob, who was restlessly moving around in his seat, itching to correct Valentina on her comment on you.
Yelena grabbed his arm firmly, tersely shaking her head 'no'. Bob bit the inside of his cheek to keep quiet.
"And oh, don't you dare invite them on my behalf, Bucky. We will be drafting a sweet and sophisticated invite, okay?", she gave him a sickly sweet smile. Bucky sneered.
"I'm not listenin' to-"
"You want me to release that footage from 10 years ago? Where you almost killed your best friend, who was also Captain America, on that helicarrier?", she narrowed her eyes.
Bucky froze, his vibranium arm whirring from how tightly he was clenching his fists, a mist covering his eyes.
Valentina smiled in victory.
"That's what I thought. Anyways! We'll keep you updated on the group chat. You'll get a phone soon, Robert, do stay active on the chat. Don't miss any texts and we'll have stylists over to give you all a makeover. I don't trust you all to turn up decently", she grimaced.
John yawned while Alexei was already napping on the desk, burly body leaned over his arms entirely, snores leaving his mouth. Valentina rolled her eyes at this.
"Yeah, fine, Jesus. You're dismissed", she waved them off, walking out of the room with Mel in tow.
"It would take one swipe. That's all. Then she'll be gone", Ava casually mentioned.
"Count me in on that. Anyways, I'm heading to bed. I don't have the energy for this", John announced before yawning loudly, trudging away to his room.
Bucky, Yelena and Bob didn't move from their spots, at all. A strange silence and tension seizing their body as they exchanged worrying looks.
Ava noticed, quirking an eyebrow, "What's going on with the three of you?"
Bucky cleared his throat, "Nothin'. Just...fed up with her", he referred to Valentina.
"Yeah, I mean, I don't really like social interactions, so", Bob laughed nervously.
Yelena simply hummed in thought. Ava narrowed her eyes in doubt.
"Uh- I'm going to sleep. Yep. I'm really tired. Yelena, you should wake up Alexei", Bucky coughed, quickly making his way outside, Bob following closely, while Yelena shook Alexei awake and walked out of the room hastily, leaving behind a perplexed Ava, who was not going to live peacefully until she finds out what's up with these three.
So, basically, Bob was not getting over this anytime soon.
Because you would definitely attend the event. And you'd be with The Captain America this time. Just the thought of being around you, dressed in fancy clothes, with the Cap next to you, was enough to make him hyperventilate.
All he could do was pray for a miracle. And that he didn't have one of his extremely high episodes.
But, god, he'd lying if he said that he wasn't excited to see you again.
-
It was the weekend, Sam had surprisingly decided to take a day off, you and Joaquin joining him for lunch at a staple restaurant, catching up with the recruitment process and other life updates over some pasta and drinks.
Sam, was currently telling you all about Riri Williams and her suits, how she'd worked under Princess Shuri and how she just needed some exposure to update her suit.
"I'd love to meet her", you admitted while taking a sip of your cola. The fact that she had benefitted from your dad's grant at MIT and hearing about her potential and intelligence was enough to encourage you to meet her.
Sam gave you a smile, exchanging a look with Joaquin, who was sitting on your right with his shoulder nudging you every now and then.
"I knew you'd say that. Great, I'll ask her to-", he cut himself off as your phones went off at the same time with a text notification.
Furrowing your brows, you looked down at your screen, an unknown number flashed on top of the chat bubble. Joaquin spared a glance at you phone before leaning over to look at Sam's.
"Wait. Is that the same number?", he murmured, cross checking once more.
Frowning, you opened the message and read it out loud for the two of them:
Valentina Allegra De Fontaine and OXE Group invites you for a Gala night to celebrate the New Avengers! Saturday, 7:00 pm, The Watchtower, Manhattan, New York Dress code: Formal PS: Please do not carry any suits or weapons. Invitation limited to you and Sam, exclusively. - Mel Vishwanathan, Secretary to Miss De Fontaine.
"Holy shit", Joaquin cursed.
"Did you get the same text?", you foolishly asked Sam. Sam quickly opened the message and sighed.
"Yep. Copy and paste."
You scoffed, "Knew this was gonna happen. She's too smart for her own good", fiddling with your phone for a moment, furiously typing away.
"How do we know this isn't a trap?", Joaquin asked in curiosity.
You turned your phone to show it to him, "Because it's up on LinkedIn. This is basically an investment and sponsorship event, alright."
Joaquin read the post, which had over 130k likes already, his eyebrows raised in surprise before he passed it to Sam, who whistled lowly.
"Damn. Look at all these people glazin' her up. There's gonna be media and shit too, it'll be a pain in the ass. We'll never get to talk to any of 'em", he shook his head.
You pursed your lips in thought, "Maybe. Not if we separate, though. You take three, I'll take three", you continued before he cut you off, "And you're taking Bucky. I don't care how, but the two of you are talking. That's it."
Sam narrowed his eyes, "You bossin' me around, Stark?"
"That's right, Wilson. This is the only way how a Stark and Captain America team up can work out, remember?", you teased him.
The two of you stared each other down before erupting in giggles.
"Alright, alright, I will. But the moment he's being immature, I'm callin' you in", he proposes.
"I got you, I promise. But he loves you too much to brood for longer, Sammy", you gave him a knowing smile. Sam coughed to hide his.
Next to you, Joaquin was way too quiet. Silently observing the entire conversation with a distant look in his eyes. You quieted down, nudging him to get his attention.
"You good, babe?", your voice took on a soft lilt that it did, whenever you talked to Joaquin. Sam watched him closely.
"Yeah. Just, I'm not invited", Joaquin muttered with thinly veiled irritation, his brows creased, brown eyes looking like pitiful pools of honey as he looked at you knowingly.
You paused, a flash clip of the events that transpired at the Tower playing in your mind, causing you to close your eyes in realisation.
Of course he was apprehensive about this. This meant you'd be around Bob again, and you'd be alone this time, since Sam would be busy with the task at hand.
Sam raised an eyebrow, "I didn't know you wanted to attend Valentina's gala so bad, Joaquin", he joked lightly. He observed your tensed body and Joaquin's clenched jaw, neither of you responding to his joke and that's when he knew there was more to it.
"Okay, one of you better tell me what's goin' on? I feel like I missed a few chapters?", he asked with narrowed eyes.
You glanced at Joaquin, who was still brooding, before letting out a sigh, "Well. Y'know, the Bob guy in their team?"
Sam furrowed his brows in confusion, "Blackout guy? Yeah, Why?"
Joaquin let out a humourless chuckle, "Yeah, he has a damn crush on my girlfriend. That's what happened."
"Joaquin..", you pinched the bridge of your nose.
"Oh, and, he was trying to challenge me or some shit, bro. His eyes were all golden and stuff, as if I was being a hindrance for touching my girlfriend, like, have some class, Jesus", he seethed, getting worked up again.
"And you know what, Sam? He was lookin' at her like I do. Fuckin' stars in his eyes and shit. I can't-"
"Okay, okay. Relax, bird boy. Drink some water", Sam cut him off, an amused smile on his face.
Joaquin almost pouted, leaning back into the seat like a grumpy toddler. You pursed your lips. This was going to be really difficult.
"Guys, c'mon, it can't be that serious. We're not in high school! It's just stupid crush, I bet. And Joaquin, you can stop pouting, it's not exactly her fault that she's a star!", Sam laughed, trying to reason with him. You gave a wary smile at his joke before turning serious again.
"I truly hope it's just a crush. It's going to be a mess to deal with, otherwise..."
Sam gave you a close lipped smile, "Nothing's gonna happen. We'll figure somethin' out if it escalates, yeah?"
"Not before I handle him myself", Joaquin grumbled his breath.
Your eyes widened and you whipped your head around, "Jay, what the hell?"
Sam scoffed, "Easy, tiger. No need to go guns ablazin'. Unless you want another timeout", he warned Joaquin, arms folded across his chest, like a father scolding his son.
That sobered him up. Joaquin sat up straight, glancing at you and Sam briefly, feet scuffing against the floor in embarassment.
"Okay. I'm sorry", he murmured in shame, turning to the side to press a kiss to your shoulder, a soft "'M sorry, baby", spoken into the fabric of your shirt.
You softened up, rubbing a hand down his back. A smile tugged at Sam's lips.
"We'll put you in our comms so that you don't freak out, okay?", Sam suggested. Joaquin nodded in agreement, a hand coming up to rest on your thigh, free hand absently twirling the pasta around his fork.
"Alright, we should inform the team as well. And...maybe I'll call Buck. Let him know beforehand about our plan. That okay?", he asked you.
"Yeah, sounds good. I'll gather some discreet comms that'll stay concealed", you agreed.
"Good", he lowered his voice before continuing, "Also, Shulkie has suggested not to tell them about the entire case just yet. Just to request them to testify. If they ask anything further, we've to ask them to meet personally."
Shulkie was a code name for Jennifer Walters in public, you'd decided.
"Yep, got it, Cap", you affirmed.
"Alright, I need to bounce. I have a meeting with Leila. You guys will be okay?", he glanced at Joaquin, before looking at you knowingly.
Joaquin and you gave him close lipped smiles, Sam taking his leave before clearing the tab. He always treated you two like you were kids on a summer vacation.
You stared at Joaquin's sulking face, hyperfocused on his plate. He did look cute when he was jealous.
"Stop lookin' at me", he grumbled, the natural light filtering through the window making his skin glow, his curls were loose today, falling in ringlets on his forehead and his arms flexed in that gray t shirt he was wearing.
Although his pouting made him look like a chipmunk who had stuffed too many nuts into his cheeks. The thought made you giggle. His nose scrunched up in embarassment.
"Whaaaat, babe, stop", he whined, closing his eyes.
You wordlessly shifted closer, a hand cradling his chin, lips pressed to his cheek lovingly and free arm slinked around his neck.
"You're too cute when you're jealous", you mumbled into his skin and he finally hugged you back, leaning his head into your touch.
He hummed, "I love you, you know that right?", his lips moved against your hair as he spoke.
"Yeah. I know", you reassured, rubbing his shoulder gently, a frown tugging at your lips as you tried your best to hide the sense of dread filling your stomach at the thought of going to the Tower again.
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Part 4
AN: please let me know if it's still making sense and like and reblog!❤️
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TADC x Reader! SFW alphabet
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

♡~Jax~♡
Jax and affection? He's not the type to kiss or hug his partner in front of others. When Caine is on dangerous adventures, Jax will always stick by your side. Need to solve a puzzle? He'll help you, not forgetting to tell a couple of jokes. Are you in danger? He's already running to you. Need a team for an adventure? He'll silently approach you and wink. He didn't immediately accept his affection, considering it to be because you're just a good conversationalist, because what's the point of affection for a person? But... You won. Now you're his partner.
"What's a doll? What would you do without me? Maybe you should try another key to this puzzle?"

♡~Ragatha~♡
She will show her affection through kisses and hugs. She will give you cute toys in every possible way, sewn in her free time from adventures. During adventures, she will be next to you, protecting you and encouraging you if you lose in competitions. But if you need time to be alone, she will of course give it to you. She does not want you to think that she is so clingy. At the beginning of the relationship, before hugging you or kissing you, she will ask your permission. Do not refuse her! :D

♤~Kinger~♤
After losing his dear Queen, Kinger had a very difficult time communicating. Having become attached to you, he will often compliment you, let you into his pillow house, tell you about insects. She will support you in every possible way in all your endeavors, support is provided to you! If she wants to give you a nice gift, she will ask Ragatha, she will do everything to make you happy in this digital world. Do not lose this king!

◇~Pomni~◇
Having got to the circus, you and Ragatha helped Pomni get used to it, were always nearby if Ragata was busy with Gangle, or dealing with Jax. You often sat with Pomni and talked about various topics, trying to distract her from looking for a way out. Often protected her from Jax. When Caine arranges a stunning, amazing and in no way similar to a typical horror adventure, Pomni will walk next to you, hold a flashlight, help with the solution. When she is scared, she will take your hand, will walk with you (she will always do this)). When you are bored, she will try to start a conversation first, just so that it is not boring.

♡~Gangle~♡
This shy girl has become attached to you, which means you are definitely a good person! She will often offer to draw somewhere on the couch, or ask you to pose for your portrait. You will often sit in your room (because it is filled with pillows:D) and draw comics, come up with stories and implement them on paper, if you are bad at drawing, she will help you, give you all sorts of references. When you are lying on the couch, she will play with your hair, make cute hairstyles for you, tying your hair on a bow made from her spare ribbons.

☆~Zooble~☆
Wow, Zooble has become attached to you. You are a wizard, although I exaggerate. Often you just laze around, talk about the circus participants, or just watch the chaos happening in front of you. You will help her find her parts, offer her new ones, or chase Jax. You often refuse adventures and sit with Zooble. If you like to draw, she will draw with you, tell you more about her life. If Jax pesters you, she helps you and drives him away. Just sits with you on the couch, you talk and she just listens. If you chat non-stop, Zooble is the perfect conversationalist!
#Jax x reader#Ragatha x reader#Pomni x reader#TADC x reader#Kinger x reader#Gangle x reader#Zooble x reader#Just for u♡
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Scary Dog privilege



Ship: Barty Crouch x gn!Reader
Summary: Barty gives you free scary dog privileges
Warnings: mentions of liquor, clubbing/partying, mentions of killing and selling organs but it's light hearted
Content: no gender markers used for Reader, no named friends, Barty looking like a creepy stalker, a bit of suggestive allusion towards the end
WC: 1.6
AN: this post by @aza-writes inspired this but I low-key hate how it turned out, esp the end but wtv live goes on y'all
Tags: @glowingatdawn
You and your friends stumble out of the club, laughter ringing in your circle like a sweater well loved and worn. It engulfes you in the sort of warmth that makes you feel invincible against the bite of the cold night air, one that makes the shivers that run down your spine from the whiplash of the temperature change so very worth it.
”I can’t believe she did that,” one of your friends snorts, almost falling over her very own foot as she tries to navigate her exit into the street without help. It fails—horrifically so—when she faceplants into the pavement with a cry that sends another round of laughter through your group.
“Oh- Oh my god you look so funny right now,” another friend wheezes, steadying herself against the wall of the building. Somewhere in your warm haze, you remember to take a few steps and help your friend on the ground up, biting back bouts of giggles as you inspect her face to make sure she didn’t sustain any notable injuries, aside from some red rashes that run across her cheeks. But then again, it might just be the bite of the air, you figure, or the remnants of the booze in her body. You did have quite a few drinks, you recall. Not enough for you to be blackout drunk, but enough for any vehemence against loudly giggling at the sight of unsteady steps and random objects to vanish into thin air.
You pull your jacket—which doesn't belong to you, but that doesn't really matter— tighter around you, a smile spreading across your face as you and your friends begin to make your way down the street into a denser populated region, the neon signs of clubs and bars almost succeeding in luring you in for a second round. Somehow, the lot of you resist the temptation, fuelled by the knowledge that a second round of dancing and partying will procure the worst hangover known to mankind come tomorrow.
So instead, you waddle down the street like a heroic gang of baby gazelles trying to learn how to walk, clutching onto each other for much needed support as you keep recalling funny memories and jokes from your time together, laughing until your throats are raw and frayed.
You begin to sober up two blocks into your little walk, and by the time you and your friends wait at the curb of the third block, you note that they’re all standing much straighter with barely any help, their faces no longer flushed from the liquor, merely from the cold. You’re standing together, phones out as everyone tries to navigate the trials of getting home. Who’s getting a ride? Who’s getting picked up? What route shall be taken and when is everyone getting home? Questions that are important and probably should've been discussed before you spent four hours dancing your souls out, but spontaneity has always accompanied your friend group on your outings like a loyal companion.
”We just got an Uber, we can drop you off on the way,” one of your friends suddenly says, but you shake your head to decline, a small smile on your face. “It’s okay,” you placate her immediate pout, “I’ll walk, my place isn’t too far from here.” An uproar immediately ensues, with protests and threats of clinging to your legs like koalas should you dare to have enough audacity to actually walk by yourself rising amongst the masses.
”It’s like, way too late!” someone yells.
”And too fucking dark,” another complains with a huff and an eye roll that you can only mirror. A hum of agreement rouses though your friends, each of their gazes trained on you with a fiery protectiveness you’re deeply thankful for, yet severely amused by. “Yeah, what if some creep snatches you up? Like that guy across the street who’s been watching us the whole damn time!”
You look up to the figure they point out, a tall man leaning against a lone street light, clad from head to toe in black. He’s wearing a black cap, a black sweater with a pair of black ripped jeans that are much too baggy on his frame and a black mask that has safety pins which match the ones on his pants and sweater. He’s holding a phone in his hand, the screen illuminating his masked face, but his attention is clearly stuck on your group, despite his face being barely visible. Your friends push you behind them as soon as the man kicks himself off the lamp pole and heads in your direction, but you can only giggle at their antics.
“Scary ass fuckhead,” the person closest to you mutters, his eyes never once straying from the man approaching you, “dressed like a criminal and watching people like a fucking stalker.”
”So true,” you agree once the man is within earshot, pushing away your friends to walk to him, “Scariest man I’ve ever seen.” You ignore their confusion and protests, colliding straight into the man who wastes no time in pulling down his mask and capturing your lips into a passionate kiss.
”Missed you, Precious,” Barty murmurs into your cheek, peppering your entire face with warm and sloppy kisses that momentarily make you forget you’re still in company. By the time someone clears their throat, your face is warm for reasons other than the cold nipping on your skin. Instinctively, you tuck yourself into Barty’s side, his warmth seeping through the layers of his clothing into your own. He smells faintly of smoke and cologne, like he’d hastily put out his cigarette before coming to meet you here in a hurry, lest he let you wait too long.
His mask stays down now, revealing his sharp features, bushy eyebrows and various facial piercings that decorate his handsome face. Acid green streaks peak out from beneath his cap, and really, it does nothing to dispel the scary image your friends had branded him with.
“Guys, this is my boyfriend Barty,” you introduce, a smile etched into your face as you take in their reactions. It seems like they can’t really wrap their minds around this man being your boyfriend, the gentle and devoted lover you occasionally speak about. Clearly there must be some sort of mistake, because this guy? He looks like he’s ready to stab someone in the back alley and sell their organs on the black market.
”Nice to meet you,” someone in the group finally stammers when the awkward silence stretches for a beat too long, and Barty revels in the shock, a wide grin stretching across his face. His eyes turn into crescents, dimples on full display as he tips his head in acknowledgment of the greeting. “Pleasure to meet you all,” he replies smoothly, eyes glinting with mischief and chaos. You lean into him, much too used to the antics and hum with satisfaction now that he’s by your side. “In any case, he’s walking me home so I’ll be okay,” you tell your friends, soothing their earlier worries about your safety.
“Oh yeah you’re safe with that one,” a friend of yours snorts —the one who pointed Barty out in the first place. “Right?” You agree, beaming as you look at him, “he’s like my walking scary dog privilege! Perks of having a scary boyfriend.”
Anyone looking at Barty right now might’ve thought you just proposed to him with the way his entire face lights up and breaks into a blinding grin, his whole body suddenly vibrating with excitement at your statement. His hold around your waist tightens, pulling you impossibly closer into him, like he might want to melt into you and never let go again.
“Damn right,” he brags, placing a kiss atop the crown of your head. His lips drop, ghosting over the shell of your ears as he lowers his voice into a whisper meant only for your ears. “I fuckin’ love when you call me scary,” he confesses, voice holding not an ounce of shame at the sentiment. You feel the blood rushing to your head, his voice in combination to his smell and proximity driving you to the edge of madness.
”Alright folks,” you announce suddenly, pushing him away from your face and addressing your friends with a tight lipped smile. “We’re off then, text in the group chat when you get home!”
You exchange your goodbyes, rushed and quick before darting off, Barty’s hand tightly clasped into yours as his voice keeps replaying in your head like your favorite song. When you glance at him over your shoulder, you see him glowering and glaring at anyone who stares at you, his expression effective in driving people’s attention away. The small crowd parts in front of you, letting the both of you pass without much trouble in the face of his terrifying demeanour.
In the blink of an eye, you find yourself stumbling up the stairs to your apartment, your hands immediately tangling in his hair as soon as you close the door behind you and rip his cap off. He lets you do as you want, pushing you against the wall to welcome the hungry kiss with which you attack him. He's clearly pleased with himself and the success of getting you home safe yet again, humming with satisfaction when you bite his lip, hard enough to draw blood the both of you taste.
“Love when you say I’m scary,” he murmurs in between each hungry kiss he returns, a gasp falling off his lips when you pull at his locks. “Makes me so fuckin’ proud of myself,” he adds, head dipping into the juncture of your neck to nibble and bite at the skin.
Barty might be scary to others, but to you? He’s never been safer.
#marauders#hp#slytherin#barty#barty crouch jr x reader#barty crouch imagine#barty crouch jr fic#barty crouch junior#barty crouch jr#barty crouch x reader#barty crouch x yn#barty crouch x you#barty crouch jr x yn#barty crouch jr x you#barty crouch junior fic
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please write that nastylot meta if you feel so inclined!!! i’m a believer as well <3
i’m not sure how coherent or well-written this will be but i have SO many thoughts on their dynamic(s) so i’m gonna try my best to put them together
i think what makes nastylot so compelling to me is that all three of these women have been ostracized or outcasted in some way. either by society, their friends, their families, or some combination of all 3, misty, natalie, and lottie are all intimately familiar with what it means to be “othered.” this seems to bleed into all of their romantic relationships, as well, with lottie being the only main character without a canon love interest, misty’s multiple failed attempts at dating, and natalie’s inability to achieve stability with any of her partners
… which is why it makes perfect sense to me that these would be the three characters most open to polyamory out of anyone. lottie seems like the most obvious candidate for someone who would be into it— out of all three of them, i think she’s the one who craves togetherness and community the most. misty’s desperation is more evident in her drastic and, oftentimes, outright dangerous attempts to get people to pay attention to/like her, but, unlike lottie, misty never really stoops to the point of changing herself for anyone. instead, misty hovers around people like a lost puppy looking for its owner, hoping they’ll see her for what she’s worth if they only get to know her. lottie, on the other hand, takes the opposite approach, projecting an image of stability and leadership while hiding the parts of herself she’s been taught to hate (see: her mental illness)
misty and natalie both have something lottie wants desperately: the ability to be completely and utterly themselves. misty never changes for anyone, despite many people’s attempts at getting her to. natalie is similar in this way, maintaining her sense of morality no matter how bad shit gets in the wilderness + being one of the only survivors who openly admits that what happened to them was traumatizing despite the unspoken agreement to never acknowledge it. lottie, on the other hand, falls so deeply into this role of prophetess that she built in the wilderness that she maintains it into adulthood, creating an entire commune that surrounds her with worshippers so that she can feel connected to people after being isolated and ostracized in her youth, no matter how empty or fickle that connection is
the thing that sets lottie’s connections to misty and natalie apart, though, is that they’re based in the harshest parts of reality that the other survivors tend to look away from: the shared trauma, the innate understanding of one another’s desire for intimacy, and the knowledge that each of them are so fundamentally damaged that they will likely never receive it in anyone but each other. so of course lottie is the key here. she’s the one who proposes the idea of polyamory, likely positing it as a spiritual thing and asserting the importance of the collective (think about how she referred to shauna’s baby as “our baby;” how she acknowledged the wilderness as “just us;” how she’s often speaking in “we”s in both timelines)
misty may initially reject this— despite her desire for a romantic relationship, she’s very much a traditionalist in how she views romance. she has an idyllic perspective on what a relationship should look like, often falling into this dreamy fantasy and imposing unrealistic expectations on the guys she’s interested in. she convinces herself she’s dating ben because, in her mind, it’s a fun, thrilling teenage romance when, in actuality, it’s a nonexistent, one-sided relationship that would be extremely disturbing if it were ever to actually materialize. she even does this with walter, romanticizing him before realizing that he can’t provide her with the emotional support or understanding she actually needs. and i think she realizes this at some point in season 2, on the commune with natalie and lottie and the other remaining survivors who actually do understand her, and that’s when she opens herself more to the idea of polyamory
even though i can see her showing some hesitancy, much like lottie, misty also values the idea of community and would likely open herself up to polyamory more quickly than natalie. where i think natalie’s main issue lies, however, is not with her holding onto some vague idea of monogamy being the “right” way to have a relationship (she was a punk kid in the 90s, trust me she doesn’t give a fuck about that) but moreso with her own commitment issues. i think her issues with her father influenced her in such a way that she began associating emotional intimacy with her dad’s violent outbursts from a very early age. on top of this, her mother seems to have been emotionally distant up until she died, setting a bad example for her from the time she was a young girl that never corrected itself
she’s known to have a lot of hookups in high school and this seems to continue well into adulthood, but there’s a reason they tend to stay as hookups rather than full-on relationships. travis is the closest thing to a real relationship she had and that was far from stable— except for her dynamics with misty and lottie, which seem to not only mimic romantic relationships in the adult timeline (her and misty working together to solve travis’ death, her becoming lottie’s right-hand woman completely unintentionally and “adopting” lisa with lottie) but provide her that sense of stability she can never seem to associate with relationships in both timelines (misty and lottie protecting her from the others in the wilderness, misty and lottie saving her from herself as her addiction/mental health issues spiral in adulthood)
this is also something natalie realizes in season 2 while on the commune— think about how she was initially so wary of lottie, only to give her trust over to her completley. think about how she was initially confrontational with misty, only to be genuinely happy to see and involve her when she joins them. after a while, i think natalie would realize what a critical part of her healing journey letting go of her commitment issues is and ultimately allow herself to be loved and love both of these women; not just from a distance, but as an actual romantic partner
and that is precisely what makes nastylot the most feasible polyamorous relationship out of anyone imo. each one of these girls has something to gain from entering an established partnership with the others, and each of them have a unique, mutual dynamic with both of the others that makes the idea of them entering a relationship entirely believable. i love love love most polyjackets ships but what makes nastylot so compelling to me is its genuine canon basis that a lot of other ships just don’t have
but don’t get me wrong here: i can absolutely meta-ize just about any polyjackets ship involving the main cast. so if anyone has any requests… my ask box happens to be open hehe
#this was such a fun meta to write i wanna do more#thinking especially about tailottievan or tailottieshauna because tai plays such an interesting role in both#and travlottienat or travlottiekilah#yj#yellowjackets#nastylot#lottienat#mistylot#mistynat#lottie matthews#misty quigley#natalie scatorccio#polyjackets#lottie matthews x natalie scatorccio#misty quigley x lottie matthews#misty quigley x natalie scatorccio#meta#letters#anons#long post
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S. Baum at Erin In The Morning:
On this day, June 24, in 1973, Sylvia Rivera—a founding mother of the queer and trans liberation movement—took to the stage for the fourth annual Christopher Street Liberation Day Rally, as it was called back then. Now, we know it as Pride. Despite the the parade supposedly honoring the movement she helped ignite, Rivera had to climb up onto the stage at Washington Square Park in New York City and take the mic by force. As she looked out onto the crowd of people gathering to honor the Stonewall Uprisings, just four years prior, members of the crowd erupted in hisses and boos. She began: “I’ve been trying to get up here all day for your gay brothers and your gay sisters in jail that write me every motherfucking week and ask for your help, and you all don’t do a goddamn thing for them.”
This might be unfathomable to queer activists today, especially younger ones, for whom the names Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson borders on holy. But that wasn’t the case in 1973. Rivera and Johnson were women of color, were sex workers, were in and out of houselessness. They lived among the street queens routinely hauled off to prison for merely “walking while trans.” And there are important lessons we can and must take from them to make sense of the terror we face and feel today. “I have been beaten. I have had my nose broken. I have been thrown in jail,” Rivera told the crowd. “I have lost my apartment for gay liberation and you all treat me this way? What the fuck's wrong with you all?” The most marginalized in the community have always been both the most likely agitators to fight for change, and least likely to reap its benefits.
So, this Pride Month, as corporate logos flicker in and out of rainbow hues and elected officials reveal themselves to be fair weather allies, there’s one particular group we should keep in our minds, hearts and activism: the incarcerated trans community. Disparately targeted by state violence, cast aside in mainstream conversations about trans health, rights and life, and vulnerable to the most gut-wrenching whims of this administration, they challenge traditional paradigms about transgender rights. In a world that tells us we must be good enough, must pass enough, must conform enough to be worthy of freedom and liberty, it is profoundly radical—and necessary—to say, “These, too, are our people.” We must not allow our government or our movement to consider those living on the margins expendable. If it becomes morally palatable to discard some of us, they will one day discard all of us. Being “one of the good ones” just won’t cut it, especially as more and more facets of trans life become criminalized—through health care bans, through “drag bans,” and through the criminalization efforts targeting the supportive teachers, doctors or parents of trans youth. It's a terrifying truth, but it is also true that trans communities of color have been subjected to police violence for as long as there have been police. In other words: This battle is not new. We have come this way before, and for some, it has always been this way. The resistance did not start or end with Stonewall. It’s also important to note that trans people are more likely to be incarcerated not because of some biological predisposition towards crime, but often because of systems outside of personal control—racism, sexism, and transphobia, entrenched in our systems of law and punishment and in our everyday lives.
[...] As for Sylvia Rivera—let us remember how she organized among the street queens and the queer kids without families to go home to. That the work was messy, and sometimes violent. That there was never a golden age of unity within the queer liberation movement, that there have always been partitions based on race, class and privilege. If we want to survive, we need to keep us safe—every last one of us.
Sylvia Rivera, who fought for trans inclusion, was booed at Christopher Street Liberation Day Rally in 1973, as she gave a speech reaming the largely white LGBTQ+ community for looking down on marginalized members of the community.
#Sylvia Rivera#Transgender#Stonewall Riots#LGBTQ+#LGBTQ+ Pride Month#Christopher Street Liberation Day Rally#Drag#LGBTQ+ History
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currently untitled Sarah ends up moving in to Vic's and actually growing a relationship with Vic and Robert... might change things later...
Okay so I’ve been having some thoughts about Sarah having more of a relationship with Robert and Vic because she is a Sugden and I think it would be really cool if the show remembered that and let her explore that side of her family—as well as potentially become a catalyst for rebuilding the Sugden Family since they have all disappeared as the Dingle Plague swept through the village. (I kid but there are just way too many Dingles and not enough other families and I’m gonna need that to change). Anyways, I had some stuff planned for Robert helping Sarah and becoming closer to her as she goes through her cancer and IVF stuff and was struggling to figure out when and was going to change the timing and then today’s episode (26 June 2025) happened and I was hit with inspiration--but incredibly limited time. So I wrote this little thing out quick and want to go back and work on planning out this fic and actually seeing what happens with it. (That and all the other fics I keep talking about... please feel free to come and talk to me about them because I've been really struggling with writing and creativity this year and might need some pushes)
Victoria was anxiously wringing her hands as she walked with Robert through the hospital. He’d just gotten back from another day up at the farm when Vic’s phone rang. Sarah had called her from the hospital crying and basically begged Vic to come and get her. It seemed like they weren’t that close since Vic had seemed unsure what to do until Robert said that they should go to the hospital. If Sarah’s upset, especially upset enough to call Vic and not a Dingle, then they were going to be there for her.
Robert was along for moral support—for both Vic and Sarah, whichever one needed him most. It felt nice, almost normal, to be someone who could be there and support the people he cared about. Or at the very least, he could pretend for a little while.
“What are you doing here?” Cain’s voice was hard as they walked up to Sarah’s room.
“Sarah called. Asked me to come and visit,” Victoria said, leaving out that she begged Vic to take her home, let her stay. That was a fight for later, when they knew if Sarah was even getting out today.
“Why would she call you?” Cain asked, looking at Robert.
“Well she is family,” Victoria said. “Besides, she just had a major surgery. If she wants us to visit, we’re coming.”
“She’s not letting anyone in,” Charity said. “So best you turn around and head back home.”
“I think we can go in and see what Sarah wants,” Robert said quietly. “And then we can all go from there.”
He turned to go and knock on the door, peeking his head in seeing Sarah laying in bed. “Sarah, me and Vic are here if you’re up for a visit?”
“Uncle Robert! Auntie Vic!” Sarah said, her eyes filling with tears. “You came. You came to get me?”
Robert opened the door, feeling Victoria being pushed into the room with Charity and Cain hot on her heels.
“What’re you talking about?” Charity asked. “Come and get you? What do you mean?”
“Right,” Victoria said. “So Sarah did call and ask us to visit, but she also asked if she could stay with us for a little while.”
“You want?!” Charity asked, but it was unclear if she was directing that toward Sarah or Victoria. “She just had major surgery. She needs to be resting and recovering with family! With people who care about her!”
“And that’s you, is it? The people who never supported my decision? You think I can recover and just get back to normal after this?” Sarah asked. “I can’t. I can’t be around you both right now. I just need to be somewhere else.”
“Besides, like Vic said, we’re her family too,” Robert said.
“Not like you were ever there for her before,” Cain said.
“Well, I’ve been a bit preoccupied being in prison,” Robert said.
“And before that?”
“Would you lot or Debbie have really wanted me to be around?” Robert asked. “But that’s not the point. The point is right now, Sarah is asking for this and I’m going to support her and be there for her.”
“You don’t even know what’s going on,” Charity said.
“I know she’s our niece,” Victoria said. “And that she wants to stay with me. That’s all I need to know. Well, that and any medical stuff that I need to help with.”
“I’m going with Auntie Vic,” Sarah said. “And I’m gonna stay there with them for a while.”
#look i just have a lot of thoughts about robert having relationships#and sarah is in desperate need to be away from the dingles#robert sugden#victoria sugden#emmerdale#sarah sugden#i am honestly not sure if i like this new direction or not cause the last one was them having coffee and then sort of it becoming regular#but this feels a bit more organic with the way the story is now... i don't know#i just needed to get something out of my system today so I can let go of this a little bit#my writing#emmerdale fic
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sometimes, i think about how ☝︎this rando☝︎ from the [redacted] anime inspired me to tl idol sengen out of spite for her butchered characterisation
#thank you [redacted] anime skinwalker mona for your disservice#it’s been yearsssssssssss since the [redacted] anime and i still can’t let go of my genuine irritation m a n.#sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and remember [redacted] anime hiyori going ‘thank goodness it wasn’t *real* trauma :)’#wrt aizo’s backstory (as told by ken)#and how she p much went ‘you’re so cute. no wonder why that guy tried to [assault] you. meanwhile im so plain :( poor me :((’ to ‘‘mona’’#after saving her from a creep#i s w e a r everyone in gen retcon (except for juri and. like. koichiro** and the longleg**) was done soooooo dirty by the [redacted] anime#**the shortleg and the longleg were somehow somewhat nice(??????) in the [redacted] anime that it’s in equal parts hilarious and unnerving#i think the [redacted] anime would’ve been better if it had. like. kept hina’s initial saltiness towards hiyori (from the daikirai novel)#bc that *sure* was some light drama** that would’ve added some much needed depth to [redacted] anime hiyori’s characterisation#**said drama kind of involved hiyori seeming to pick up on hina’s dislike for her and trying to speak more formally*** around her and stuff#***e.g. of her trying to speak more formally: she tried to use ‘watashi’ instead of ‘uchi’ (and even corrected herself) when talking to hina#both hina and hiyori were such sopping wet creatures in the novels#that it’s genuinely a pity that they were portrayed as nice helpful senpai + airheaded kouhai in need of guidance in the [redacted] anime#anyways!!!!!!! back to mona#i really. *really* didn’t want the [redacted] anime’s portrayal of her to be *the* image of her in everyone’s minds so. yeah.#hence the idol sengen tl misadventure. that’s the main reason for it. really~~~~#the side reason was asuna. no. seriously. that ‘well duhhhhh’ face in vol 2’s post-asumona concert really sold me on her women’s wrongs lol#oooofffff i should really get ‘round to re-typesetting the vol 1 and 2 chapters some time soon… but i ✨lazy✨#p l e a s e don’t say anything about how bad the early chapters are~~~~ i ✨k n o w✨ i revisited them to check something or othee#and left cringing and wanting to cry out of shame. ahhhhhhhh they’re t e r r i b l e#though i’ve been having dreams of revisiting my tls and realising that i. like. left entire speech bubbles empty#w h y am i dreaming of tling man. i’m d o n e with it frrrrrrrrr im freeeeeeee (and manifesting s2 with all my heart s o b s)#anyways. lols. sorry for clogging the dash~~~~ im exhausted and when im exhausted i have the *neeeeeed* to ✨yap away✨—#in any case [redacted] anime skinwalker mona doesnt count as mona to me lmaoooooo#mv mona? yes mona. novella mona? yes mona. idolsengen manga mona? yes mona. honeypre (rip) mona? yes mona. [redacted] anime mona? n o t mon#anyway to the anyway!!!!!!! if you’ve read this far p l e a s e remember to support the official release~~~~~~~#and let’s all hold hands and ✨manifest✨ idolsengen s2 together~~~~~~~ mitsuki focus arc p l s—
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I still haven't recovered from Sydney actually oh my god. I went a little um. Crazy. On the snapshots. And I started trying to figure out which pose to do with who and if I should do something special with yooh because she's my ult bias but ultimately I was like well but I love them all. Hearts for everyone. So the first six were in Melbourne and genuinely every single one of them was magical and I don't regret a single bit of that money because I'm first of all so happy I got to thank all of them in person but also I'm going to treasure those pics forever but then Sydney was like. The Big one. You know. AND SHE PRANKED ME.
[I removed the image because I got Scared people who know me could see the image and realise it's me even with the blur lol. She's giving me bunny ears]
So now I have six hearts and yooh doing this which is better than I could have ever imagined 😭 the spike in my heartrate halfway back to the SVIP hitouch line when I opened my photos and realised....
#not roulette#yea i still have the crisis hair dw about it#see this is one of those moments where if i were attracted to women i would be COOKED#i didnt even realise it was possible to love her even more but somehow that concert experience managed to do it#like fuck. i get why some fans go crazy#to be front row and have them looking right at you is an experience i will never forget#but i mean. my most delulu thought ive ever had about her is that i think we could get lavender married and make it work#because i think we are kinda similar in a lot of aspects#e.g. her speech at melbourne hit me really hard because i felt like i would feel the same way in thwt circumstance#but thats kind of one of those delulu thoughts thats not really actionable#and as someone who is capable of romantic love the latter definitely just feels. more unhinged.#its just this crazy intense... nothing emotion#its kind of interesting being asexual with a romantic orientation because like. there are a lot of neural pathways in my brain which#feel like they should fire but just Dont#and how the point at which they dont nonetheless almost completely arbitrarily but reliably differs for men and women#there arent enough words in the english language for these things#its really frustrating#not to drop the asexual manifesto but so many things feel so different to each other and i really truly believe its not just the asexuality#but because sexuality is somewhat of the final boss of intense emotions there is not nearly as much urgency to unpack any of the rest of th#subleties if you can just use that as a yes/no barometer#but i LOVE her#in every way that i am capable#and im just so happy she is still here with us#like im having somewhat of a y/n moment rn but its not really about that im the end because im not usually the kind of fan who would even g#all in on the parasocial benefits but i just really did want to say thank you. partially out of the semi delusional belief i think it would#make a difference rn. i told her i would support her no matter what happens in the future. because its true#and that support has nothing to do with desperately needing to get back into that 1:1 snapshot in future although i would not say no#it was built on a genuine love for what the group has accomplished and all of the things they put out and i dont need anything from any of#them other than promising theyll do their best to keep going in the future#hey did you know in business class they ask what wine you want with your meal and then just keep filling the glass back up again
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blorbos from my brain
#beloved villainxcivilian wip. i need to draw you#post unrelated to previous few. mostly#if anyone's reading this post and curious: vague superhero/villain-containing setting; mc is a woman who gets out of a shit relationship#w a local hero by selling his work laptop to a local villain and using the money to flee the province/whatever with her cat & suitcase.#gets set up w a tiny apartment. barely leaves. severe anxiety that she's gonna be tracked down by either her ex or the villain to tie up lo#loose ends#eventually unwinds enough to leave; takes a 3rd shift at an ancient tiny library with old archives#local supervillain (not that she knows at first) becomes a repeat visitor looking over the old city blueprints and hwhatnot on file#eventually unwinds enough to start a mayyybe situationship#he's not blind she's clearly very distrusting n nervous even if she's got a crazy good customer service face so he's very slow abt it#lets her set the pace of whatever they're doing#which simultaneously reassures her and makes her nervous#because it could be a mask. it could be a trap. she literally has no way to really know#gets worse when the truth about his profession comes out#mental breakdown. lots of yelling. butter knife brandished like a weapon (<- taken very seriously)#once shit settles a lot of time is dedicated to figuring out how they want to continue this. if they want to#given that there is realistically a crazy power dynamic between them. she's an immigrant who had to uproot herself from literally everyone#and everything she knows and has; has no support system in a country she is technically not legally supposed to be in;#he is very influential; having both notable scores of money socked away and a potentially a mole in the local policing force#if he wanted to make her disappear in one way or another it would not be difficult for him#much how her ex was becoming. extremely overbearing so to speak#so Yah trying to navigate that. very serious discussions if they can make that work out or if they should split#bc i want a happy ending i think they make it work! not sure about the specifics but theyre good#i think he doesnt realize how badly shes fucked up until at some point after The Breakdown he puts together that she's the reason the hero#in a few provinces away got completely Fucked by the local villain scene#and putting that together with her severe anxiety and not-great living situation. why she would've possibly done that#anyways. the inspiration for this all was mostly out of distaste for most of the romantasy books i have to see in various fandom tags#male love interest who doesn't really respect boundaries VS. m.l.i. who is extremely respectful of boundaries while managing to remain a vi#villain by the laws of the genre/setting/otherwise plot#(and asking the question of what does villainy mean in this context)
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Still haven't messaged my mom back. And I don't think I'm going to.
#you know how they say time makes you look on the past with nostalgia and that's why elderly people think so fondly of past decades? not me#there are moments I look back on with nostalgia sure but the overwhelming feeling of looking back on my childhood is just whatever I do#wherever I go whatever happens that will not be my life again. my memory is long I made a promise to myself I intend to keep I don't forget#support you having your grandkids if their mother is deemed unfit yes. take the older two myself if it comes to it yes. move provinces to#live with you to look after the five of them together where you would be my only adult connection and there's a language barrier and I have#no work history and I'd be between five hours and nine hours away from any other connection I have answer's an absolute fucking no. I've#seen how you are with my sister how you were with my brother. who do you think they call when they've had enough of you? do you not#remember most of the beatings I took was because I was standing between you and my brother? of course not because according to you you#never did beat me but if you think I'm not aware that would turn on me again the second I'm no longer distant and just visiting if you#think you'd find nothing to complain about because you've built up this golden child ideal of me in your head and want to forget how it was#when I was actually in your care you are very very wrong. I remember. I know that inconveniences a lot of people who want to forget#unpleasant things about themselves. me too to be honest I have memories I wish I could erase but I can't especially with regard to my#sister. I defended my brother but not her. not enough. and it's probably why I give so much to her now more than I should because it's#enabling but it is what it is I guess. I won't use my memories against anyone just for the sake of it but I absolutely fucking will#to protect myself or others. you want a redemption arc without admitting to anything? keep being patient and kind towards#your grandchildren even if you end up having to take them and if you can't do it for all five of them then accept that it's better for the#older two to be with me. that's it. those are your options: the older two are with me so you only have to look after the younger three or#you need to buckle down and learn from your past mistakes to look after the five of them and all that is *if it even comes to that* which#as things are it's not in danger of that! it was a regular fucking visit to monitor the situation that's all; they're not getting taken#literally every time she freaks out about something it's a 50/50 chance it's actually something or she's invented a completely#twisted version of events
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maybe sumeru being the fucking massive nation that it is is a blessing in disguise. so i always have a place to do chill exploration when i get sick of my artifact luck
#⇢₊˚⊹ 🩷∥ruby∥yo,ide yo !!#i have almost 2 million mora just off exploration#all the better to fund my journey to triple crowned lyney#also i'm sitting at tree of dreams level 30 right now#since i'm not getting any dream solvent from weeklies#i figured i should just farm dendro sigils and get 1 dream solvent plus a bow billet for a guaranteed r1#also also#since i got sayu on main while trying to pull for freminet#(yeah risky move i know. but i have no self-control okay. plus i'm still at like 20-ish pity and i'm on a 50/50)#(anyways.)#i've been using her in my exploration team obviously. and i've been leveling her so she can be an actual healer at the same time#so once again i need maguu kenki drops. which i was dreading#but i took my lyney team to fight it#and oh boy#it was almost /easy/#i think it took less than a minute to beat. which is a first for me#and this is with 5/4/4 talents and 2pc 2pc berserker/glad and a level 80 ibis piercer#(granted his supports are actually fairly well-built which helps a ton but still)#(also jsyk im just using the ibis piercer while i grind to get midlander bow billets okay. i obviously know its not a great weapon for him)#(and i don't have to say anything about my marechaussee luck i hope)#tangent,but i tested out teams in the sumeru weapon mats domain because i honestly forgot what was in there#and turns out that just benny and kazu are enough to clear it. yeah. just the two of them. lyney didn't even have a chance to deal damage#on the one hand,that's great for friendship farming. on the other hand,bruh.
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god okay I'm gonna go back to taking it at 7am I can't start every morning feeling this shite
#not just mood im feelinf rly nauseous :-(#and its just so fucking hard titrating this shit alone like its such a rollercoaster. physically and mentally#im so tired. if the booster shit doesnt work next week ill probably just stop. ik itll be a pain if i want to get back on the titration#waitlist and i should use every week of the 12 ive got to try everything but i dont know if i can keep doing this without support#and i have a full time job man. like if i was unemployed or it was the summer break from uni then it wouldnt be such a problem#but i need to be able to hold myself together enough to work while im going thru all this and i cant do it by myself its too much#i wish i could actually like. talk to my dr face to face or videocall i hate only communicating via email for this#its so distant and cold. like i have to type all the bad shit ive been experiencing into a box and she marks it as read and thats that#just want one person to actually care. in a way that i can recognise. but i guess thats too much to want and im looking in the wrong place#sorry for patheticposting from work its rumination thursday. whatever ive gotta do to make it thru the next 7 hours innit 👍#.vent#.diaries
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GAZA 😭😭🇵🇸🔗⬇️
support us we lost our home and our workes😔💔

My children are sick from the cold and the spread of diseases, and they are all in pain. I have been displaced with my children many times, and each time we had to bleed her precious evacuation money to buy transportation and transportation.


These conditions are absolutely catastrophic. It's the end of the world. No child, no mother, no person should have to go through this.
You can help by donating and sharing so we don't have to struggle anymore. All we are hoping for is to get enough money to evacuate to Cairo so we don't have to rely on the black market for simple things like food anymore.
You can help.
Please take time out of your day to donate to my family, our campaign is moving very slowly and we need your help.
Please help my family get out of this hell. We, like all human beings, deserve safety, comfort, and warmth, and now you have a way to help provide these things for us.
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Dear, please don't let me down, we deserve life and we deserve your generosity and kindness towards us, you are our lifeline and with your generosity you give us life even a little, but you relieve us of injustice and the cursed war, you are the hope and life once again, be side by side hand in hand, we will make a big difference with faith, strength, will and determination, we will reach the goal, we are very close, I hope you participate and contribute if you can. 💜🇵🇸🍉🍉💐💐.
I am a mother of three beautiful little girls, Sana and Hanan. Hla has been sick recently and Hla needs to be vaccinated very soon, but I can tell you that the situation has been very difficult in Gaza and the campaign has been slow lately.

Thank you to everyone who donated and participated from the bottom of my heart, but my campaign needs more support and interaction. I think that my campaign did not receive the required interaction and attention. It is not my fault that I am Palestinian so that I do not receive support. I think that other campaigns and non-Arab campaigns take momentum from interaction and support. It is not my fault that a Palestinian is marginalized for the sake of my children, humanity, and children's rights. Help m🙏🏻🙏🏻💔💔.

My name is Tahani, I am 30 years old from Gaza and I have three very young children, Sana, Hanan and my youngest, Hala, who grew up during the war. Our house was destroyed, I was displaced several times and I am currently separated from the rest of my family - my husband, brothers, sisters and parents. I cannot tell you how stressed I am.

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I am doing my best to take care of my children by myself, despite facing hunger, thirst, disease and the threat of death. The other day, there was heavy shelling near me and another family close to us was killed. Life in Gaza is now hell and I tell you that we are living as if we are waiting for our turn to die.

I am Tahani from Gaza, I am 30 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to maintain my family. I am married and a mother of three children: Sana, who is seven years old, Hanan, who is five years old, and a girl named hla. She grew up during the war and in very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital directly to the tent. I cannot describe the extent of the suffering and difficulty of living in the tent.

But I need help. The situation in Gaza is very bad right now, with the IDF preventing aid from entering and the food, water and medicine that is available are very expensive. Please share and donate to help me and my children survive and eventually leave Gaza.
Thank you all. I hope you will support me to save my life and the lives of my children🇵🇸🍉🍉.

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We are trying to survive in miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Deir al-Balah, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza. No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressure, doubts and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones. In Gaza, it is not only hunger, disease and fear; it means actual death.
We have been forced to move more than 7 times, and my house has been completely destroyed, and I cannot provide enough milk, diapers, medicines, and vitamins for my children.💔🍉🇵🇸😭
Now, I find myself in this difficult situation, and I strongly and humbly ask for your help to save the lives of my family, especially my children, by getting us out of Gaza. The situation in Gaza has become unbearable due to slow death as a result of hunger, thirst, displacement, the spread of diseases and continuous bombing.🍉🇵🇸💔
The past months have been full of hell and horror. This war has gone on for too long, and our mental health and lives are constantly at risk. We have reached a point where there is no hope anymore in Gaza, as if we are waiting for death. Even if a ceasefire is reached, the devastation in Gaza in all its forms cannot be quickly repaired
Please help me and my children to get us out of genocide🍉🇵🇸💔.
Your help will contribute greatly to alleviating our suffering. I hope you will share my story with your family and friends.💔💔
I will be forever grateful for your kind assistance in this difficult time🇵🇸🇵🇸
Thank you for your kindness and generosity❤️.
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You're a reasonably informed person on the internet. You've experienced things like no longer being able to get files off an old storage device, media you've downloaded suddenly going poof, sites and forums with troves full of people's thoughts and ideas vanishing forever. You've heard of cybercrime. You've read articles about lost media. You have at least a basic understanding that digital data is vulnerable, is what I'm saying. I'm guessing that you're also aware that history is, you know... important? And that it's an ongoing study, requiring ... data about how people live? And that it's not just about stanning celebrities that happen to be dead? Congratulations, you are significantly better-informed than the British government! So they're currently like "Oh hai can we destroy all these historical documents pls? To save money? Because we'll digitise them first so it's fine! That'll be easy, cheap and reliable -- right? These wills from the 1850s will totally be fine for another 170 years as a PNG or whatever, yeah? We didn't need to do an impact assesment about this because it's clearly win-win! We'd keep the physical wills of Famous People™ though because Famous People™ actually matter, unlike you plebs. We don't think there are any equalities implications about this, either! Also the only examples of Famous People™ we can think of are all white and rich, only one is a woman and she got famous because of the guy she married. Kisses!"
Yes, this is the same Government that's like "Oh no removing a statue of slave trader is erasing history :(" You have, however, until 23 February 2024 to politely inquire of them what the fuck they are smoking. And they will have to publish a summary of the responses they receive. And it will look kind of bad if the feedback is well-argued, informative and overwhelmingly negative and they go ahead and do it anyway. I currently edit documents including responses to consultations like (but significantly less insane) than this one. Responses do actually matter. I would particularly encourage British people/people based in the UK to do this, but as far as I can see it doesn't say you have to be either. If you are, say, a historian or an archivist, or someone who specialises in digital data do say so and draw on your expertise in your answers. This isn't a question of filling out a form. You have to manually compose an email answering the 12 questions in the consultation paper at the link above. I'll put my own answers under the fold. Note -- I never know if I'm being too rude in these sorts of things. You probably shouldn't be ruder than I have been.
Please do not copy and paste any of this: that would defeat the purpose. This isn't a petition, they need to see a range of individual responses. But it may give you a jumping-off point.
Question 1: Should the current law providing for the inspection of wills be preserved?
Yes. Our ability to understand our shared past is a fundamental aspect of our heritage. It is not possible for any authority to know in advance what future insights they are supporting or impeding by their treatment of material evidence. Safeguarding the historical record for future generations should be considered an extremely important duty.
Question 2: Are there any reforms you would suggest to the current law enabling wills to be inspected?
No.
Question 3: Are there any reasons why the High Court should store original paper will documents on a permanent basis, as opposed to just retaining a digitised copy of that material?
Yes. I am amazed that the recent cyber attack on the British Library, which has effectively paralysed it completely, not been sufficient to answer this question for you. I also refer you to the fate of the Domesday Project. Digital storage is useful and can help more people access information; however, it is also inherently fragile. Malice, accident, or eventual inevitable obsolescence not merely might occur, but absolutely should be expected. It is ludicrously naive and reflects a truly unpardonable ignorance to assume that information preserved only in digital form is somehow inviolable and safe, or that a physical document once digitised, never need be digitised again..At absolute minimum, it should be understood as certain that at least some of any digital-only archive will eventually be permanently lost. It is not remotely implausible that all of it would be. Preserving the physical documents provides a crucial failsafe. It also allows any errors in reproduction -- also inevitable-- to be, eventually, seen and corrected. Note that maintaining, upgrading and replacing digital infrastructure is not free, easy or reliable. Over the long term, risks to the data concerned can only accumulate.
"Unlike the methods for preserving analog documents that have been honed over millennia, there is no deep precedence to look to regarding the management of digital records. As such, the processing, long-term storage, and distribution potential of archival digital data are highly unresolved issues. [..] the more digital data is migrated, translated, and re-compressed into new formats, the more room there is for information to be lost, be it at the microbit-level of preservation. Any failure to contend with the instability of digital storage mediums, hardware obsolescence, and software obsolescence thus meets a terminal end—the definitive loss of information. The common belief that digital data is safe so long as it is backed up according to the 3-2-1 rule (3 copies on 2 different formats with 1 copy saved off site) belies the fact that it is fundamentally unclear how long digital information can or will remain intact. What is certain is that its unique vulnerabilities do become more pertinent with age." -- James Boyda, On Loss in the 21st Century: Digital Decay and the Archive, Introduction.
Question 4: Do you agree that after a certain time original paper documents (from 1858 onwards) may be destroyed (other than for famous individuals)? Are there any alternatives, involving the public or private sector, you can suggest to their being destroyed?
Absolutely not. And I would have hoped we were past the "great man" theory of history. Firstly, you do not know which figures will still be considered "famous" in the future and which currently obscure individuals may deserve and eventually receive greater attention. I note that of the three figures you mention here as notable enough to have their wills preserved, all are white, the majority are male (the one woman having achieved fame through marriage) and all were wealthy at the time of their death. Any such approach will certainly cull evidence of the lives of women, people of colour and the poor from the historical record, and send a clear message about whose lives you consider worth remembering.
Secondly, the famous and successsful are only a small part of our history. Understanding the realities that shaped our past and continue to mould our present requires evidence of the lives of so-called "ordinary people"!
Did you even speak to any historians before coming up with this idea?
Entrusting the documents to the private sector would be similarly disastrous. What happens when a private company goes bust or decides that preserving this material is no longer profitable? What reasonable person, confronted with our crumbling privatised water infrastructure, would willingly consign any part of our heritage to a similar fate?
Question 5: Do you agree that there is equivalence between paper and digital copies of wills so that the ECA 2000 can be used?
No. And it raises serious questions about the skill and knowledge base within HMCTS and the government that the very basic concepts of data loss and the digital dark age appear to be unknown to you. I also refer you to the Domesday Project.
Question 6: Are there any other matters directly related to the retention of digital or paper wills that are not covered by the proposed exercise of the powers in the ECA 2000 that you consider are necessary?
Destroying the physical documents will always be an unforgivable dereliction of legal and moral duty.
Question 7: If the Government pursues preserving permanently only a digital copy of a will document, should it seek to reform the primary legislation by introducing a Bill or do so under the ECA 2000?
Destroying the physical documents will always be an unforgivable dereliction of legal and moral duty.
Question 8: If the Government moves to digital only copies of original will documents, what do you think the retention period for the original paper wills should be? Please give reasons and state what you believe the minimum retention period should be and whether you consider the Government’s suggestion of 25 years to be reasonable.
There is no good version of this plan. The physical documents should be preserved.
Question 9: Do you agree with the principle that wills of famous people should be preserved in the original paper form for historic interest?
This question betrays deep ignorance of what "historic interest" actually is. The study of history is not simply glorified celebrity gossip. If anything, the physical wills of currently famous people could be considered more expendable as it is likely that their contents are so widely diffused as to be relatively "safe", whereas the wills of so-called "ordinary people" will, especially in aggregate, provide insights that have not yet been explored.
Question 10: Do you have any initial suggestions on the criteria which should be adopted for identifying famous/historic figures whose original paper will document should be preserved permanently?
Abandon this entire lamentable plan. As previously discussed, you do not and cannot know who will be considered "famous" in the future, and fame is a profoundly flawed criterion of historical significance.
Question 11: Do you agree that the Probate Registries should only permanently retain wills and codicils from the documents submitted in support of a probate application? Please explain, if setting out the case for retention of any other documents.
No, all the documents should be preserved indefinitely.
Question 12: Do you agree that we have correctly identified the range and extent of the equalities impacts under each of these proposals set out in this consultation? Please give reasons and supply evidence of further equalities impacts as appropriate.
No. You appear to have neglected equalities impacts entirely. As discussed, in your drive to prioritise "famous people", your plan will certainly prioritise the white, wealthy and mostly the male, as your "Charles Dickens, Charles Darwin and Princess Diana" examples amply indicate. This plan will create a two-tier system where evidence of the lives of the privileged is carefully preserved while information regarding people of colour, women, the working class and other disadvantaged groups is disproportionately abandoned to digital decay and eventual loss. Current and future historians from, or specialising in the history of minority groups will be especially impoverished by this.
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