#so this is not a smash stuff sort of protest

[n30nwrites]

Now Sit (Shifter! TF141 x Male Reader)

Part 2 of Good Doggy

Masterlist here

Warnings: None really??? I'm not sure. Some awkwardness but that's cause Reader couldn't give less of a fuck. Some creepy behavior

Updated; 3/5/2024

Beta Reader: the lovely @letmelickyoureyeballs who's saving your guys asses right now

Part 1 here.

The entire house was shrouded in darkness. The windows were covered up in thick fabrics of purples and blacks. You didn't have any lights on, instead some candles that were hastily lit when you had entered the building and a few lamps. Your eyes were thankful for the darkness after the long drive during the day.

Your first trash bag was filled with clothing fabrics, they all needed to be washed so you quickly filled the tub with warm water and laundry soap, sorting the fabrics by color before tossing in the divided groups. Starting with your whites.

You decided to bring more boxes in, figuring the more you unboxed the easier it would be when the rest of your stuff arrived. Your box labeled ‘Gear’ was the first box to be put up, putting it in the closet near the entrance so you could pretend it wasn’t there. Just looking at your uniform brought back memories that you wish you could ignore. The second box was just one filled with knives, your swords were in another container wrapped up tightly in the back of Maya’s car. The Knives were put into your bedroom, you would come back to organize them when you weren’t so hungry.

You had cash ready for your pizza. Along with a tip because people needed to be tipped well. Especially in the service industry.

So when a knock echoed in the open-spaced living room, you had the cash tightly gripped, exact change in one hand and in the other the tip.

Until a man who was very obviously not the pizza delivery driver stood there, your pizza in his hand.

Well you figured it was yours. And there was no way this man was a delivery driver. He was far too fine to be one, if you were honest with yourself.

He was 6'2 which immediately put you on your toes, athletic build with graying-brown hair and blue eyes. He seems to look like he's reaching his 40s, something that shouldn't be so attractive yet is.

God, you needed therapy.

But, smash.

Nope. Nope. It was just inappropriate thoughts of an impossible achievement. You didn't need a relationship, not after your last one. You needed solitude, you needed to live a normal life without constant stares.

"Why do you have my pizza?" You ask him, money being squished.

"I paid for it, figured I could do that for the new guy." He speaks and seems almost cheerful, which is strange.

"I'm not paying you back."

"You don't have to." He handed the pizza to you and you snatched it quickly, almost comically. "Okay, bye." You go to shut the door but he quickly protests.

"Wait, who are you?" He seemed desperate and you didn't understand it. You sat the pizza on the table you had set up right next to the door, which was supposed to hold trinkets and your keys but you hadn't put the bowl there yet. You rolled your hand, rubbing your wrist that had ached from just a minute of holding the pizza. It was something you were working on fixing, just not right now.

"Who are you?"

"John, I live over at that house." He points to the house that Stalker 1 and Stalker 2 stood outside of. It was big enough for you to assume they were roommates, or perhaps a family.

"Can you tell the guys to not stare next time? It was uncomfortable." You blankly told him, before introducing yourself, only saying your first name, same as John did.

"This is a pretty big house for you to live all alone in." He was fishing for information, John knew that it could come off creepy, but he needed to know something about this person in front of him.

His mate.

"I don't live alone." You tell him, and he believes you are lying to him. He doesn't hear another heartbeat, and Ghost and Soap said that you arrived alone. "My Partner is coming with the rest of our stuff."

Partner? Why the hell do you have a Partner? How could you not know that you have three (maybe four with the way this pattern is) men waiting for you, willing to do anything for you. He's angry, and he knows that it makes no sense to be. You had lived your entire life before meeting them, it's not like you could drop everything and move in with him.

Despite everything in his body screaming at him to take you into his home and keep you there, keep you safe. And it's unreasonable, and something he would never do unless he wanted to traumatize you.

His eyes slightly widen at his own thoughts, and he needs to take a step away from you. You muddle his brain, you confuse him. He's had partners in the past, but this was different.

You weren't even supposed to be here.

"I'm sorry for bothering you sir, hope you enjoy your pizza." He takes a step away and turns and you don't bother to say goodbye or even thank him. You shut the door and he can hear you shuffle around and grab the pizza.

Price hates himself for what he's going to do next.

Gaz is almost surprised at the meeting. He says almost simply because he knew Price was going over to the neighbors, he watched the leader leave the house and pay off the pizza man. So something had to happen.

They just had to wait for Ghost to get home. Price was insistent on it, that everyone needed to be there and they couldn't wait nor do it over the phone.

He just wasn't expecting the words.

A theory that you were somehow mates with all of them. Price had revealed your status to him which caused Soap to blow up. It seemed ridiculous, all four of them connected to you.

But Gaz wanted it to be true. If he could just walk over and meet you, to find out.

If Gaz could no longer feel so alone because of you. He would do anything for that. So he didn't care that Ghost didn't seem to trust you, claimed you could be some creature putting a spell on the team, he didn't care that Soap wanted you for himself. He didn't care that Price was still talking.

He went outside and ignored the protests.

And he was lucky too, because a car had pulled up to your house and you walked out, sunglasses on and a large jacket which didn't fit for the weather.

But he could finally see if it was true.

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NEXT

Okay so I skipped my homework to finish this (i'm not gonna be this irresponsible I swear) and I made a poll here where you can decide on if reader is a human or not. I have plot points for both (probably a longer story if not human??? but that depends on what the people want) also please reblog and leave comments I usually lose interests with these and I'm trying not too. Gonna post a Masterlist for this soon, and if you want to follow the story you can follow the tag Good Doggy FF so you don't have to have notifs on lol.

[yuri-is-online]

New scenario in the car: I don't know if you youngster's remember a tv show Recess, but there's one episode where everyone is curious about kissing and stuff and decide to do an experiment and TJ and Spinelli draw the short straws to kiss and report back. When they do kiss, there's this scene of like, fireworks and rainbows going off in their heads (This one)

And just picturing Ace and Yuu playing Spin the Bottle or Truth or Dare (or whatever the kids are playing these days) and having to kiss, mentally it's like this but Seven forbid they let anyone know they enjoyed it, especially Ace/Yuu, so they make a big performance of gagging and going "ew gross" once the kiss is over. Smash vut the them alone in bed flustered screaming into a very tired Grimm/Staring at their ceiling paralysed with committing the feel Yuu's lips to memory.

Or something, hope you're keeping well x

The only thing I really know about this show is that my mom didn't allow me to watch it. I'm oldish myself just. Homeschooled :/

Truth or dare makes the most sense to me. And for some reason I see Epel as being the one who would put up the dare.

"C'mon." He's smirking because he can't really help it, he does find this situation hilarious. "What are ya, chicken?"

And sure, you and Ace try to act like it's a gross idea and make your standard embarrassed protests but Jack is the only one really siding with you because he's a stick in the mud but of course Ace has to call him that out loud. So you know what never mind, Ace have fun kissing the prefect he's doubling Epel's dare and now Epel is clucking a surprisingly accurate chicken call with Deuce as Sebek turns this around on you because. idk you made a joke about "kissing the homies goodnight" to Malleus once and he asked if that meant he should give Sebek a kiss on the forehead and he's never forgave or forgotten.

Anyway Ace tries to play off the nerves because don't worry he's had a girlfriend before. He knows how to kiss somebody alright? Doesn't matter if you've dated before or not, whatever you have to say on the subject is going to fluster him because well. However you feel about this he's wanted to kiss you for a while, and unlike anything he shared with his girlfriend kissing you... he doesn't know how you feel but he can fool himself into thinking there's love in it. It's hard for him to lie when he's pressed so close to the truth. So you both pull away and make big fools of yourselves, but the act is bought because your friends are admittedly sort of dumb.

All of your friends except Grim who has to see you stare at a wall between treating him like a plush toy and screaming about how you are so fucking stupid for not putting an end to that dare while you still could because you wanted your first kiss with Ace to be REAL-

(he doesn't sleep at all that night or really talk to Deuce the next morning. he's got a stupid text message three words long he's typed out and deleted so many times but he really wishes he had the guts to hit send this time because- he wants a do over. he didn't get to kiss you right the first time.)

[least-evil-resident]

After Raccoon

A Canon divergent/sequel/au? Where the missile that destroyed the city was aimed just a little bit to the left. On purpose.

Maybe the Simmons family illuminati stuff comes into play where the direct coordinates are fudged a bit in the final order. So that Umbrella can continue its expirements in secret. Or maybe the government did it in order to use the now quarantined city as a testing ground. Developing their own bows or cures for them? Maybe later on the various organizations like the bsaa and blue umbrella send training squads there. A slightly better version of operation raccoon city, narratively speaking.

Following the Outbreak characters through the initial events? Seeing some of them we left behind? Solving a couple mysteries like what happened to x character after.

It feels very Dying Light where the city is in shambles and cut off from the rest of the world. And maybe later on or in between we can explore the rest of Arklay county, mountains, and raccoon forest. Maybe a Max Brooks style series of chain events/encounters that lead up to and after the end. Short stories about the first hikers to dissappear, the expirements done on them. Anthology about the mysterious cannibal murders and rabid animal attacks.

And then the aftermath. A scavenger city built on the ruins surrounding the smoldering crater. The teams sent in and the survivors trying to get out. Maybe air drops of potential 'cures' or new viruses. Tyrants forming, some of them half sentient or out of control.

A survivor trying to escape the city, then the county, then the mountains and forest. Grabbing weapons and building cars, exploring abandoned or still running umbrella facilities. Only to get nabbed in the end by umbrella/the government they've been dodging for so long.

I feel like there's a lot of potential in exploring what happens after the bomb. How the country outside is handling this open sore in the Midwest. Are there protests and riots and people breaking in without knowing about the undead hordes on the other side?

Do lickers climb the battlements of the walls at night, only to get beaten back by flamethrowers and turrets? How are the people who control the border trained, and what are they not allowed to know? Is there some elite special forces black ops type squad making sure nothing escapes?

Little survivor communities huddled around trash fires, trading company scripts for rations and bullets. Posting little messages to their internal network that's cutoff from the outside internet. Videos of adrenaline junkies smashing zombie heads for twitch streams. That feels sort of Dead Island 2, or a little Dead Rising. How would Frank West handle a t virus outbreak?

And of course, Hunk. The grim reaper. Maybe his new squad is going around doing clean up, trying to get cities back online, eradicating nests. Killing whatever mad scientists or their expirements are left in underground labs. How do they handle survivor groups begging for help? How calloused do you have to be about human lives and casualties? How do you handle a Tyrant that's sometimes just a young woman who can still cry and talk, but sometimes loses her mind and eats people?

I feel like there's a lot of potential for stories to tell in the aftermath. Yeah

[redbayly]

Zutara Fic Progress

Currently trying to get my next chapter finished for "Hot Ice, Strange Snow" and I'm getting close to smashing my laptop in frustration. It's been over a month since I've updated and I'm furious with myself.

I am so close. So very close and I want to post the chapter so badly. I probably shouldn't even be distracting myself by writing this, but it's like 1:00am and I'm tired and want to ramble.

I've been reveling in Northern Water Tribe worldbuilding and developing Gran-Gran's backstory beyond just "she was engaged to Pakku and ran away because arranged marriage sucks." There's this whole thing about how regressive policies get passed and some stuff about access to education and student activism and protests.

And then I began writing in stuff about classism and bullying and academic pressure and domestic abuse and reproductive rights and how inherently horrifying the idea of forced marriage actually is. I kind of went off when thinking about all the ways NWT culture probably messes with the people who are part of it. Not that I'm making everything and everyone terrible, I've just been thinking far too much about how sexism influences and shapes culture and people.

Obviously, Katara ain't having any of this shit.

Also, I've decided to make Yugoda a more notable character because she deserved better than, like, five or six lines of dialogue and two background appearances.

Anyway, here's where I'm at story-wise.

(spoilers ahead)

I've dived head-first into Katara starting an underground waterbending class as part of her master plan for a full-on social revolution. In doing this, I ended up giving Katara a bunch of new friends around her age and made things ten times more complicated for myself by building those OCs as characters and using them to explore the effects of NWT sexism.

Aang is having some problems in Pakku's class and unintentionally offends people wherever he goes. He also gets caught up in some tension among the Water Tribe boys that he doesn't really understand.

Sokka gets to witness the effects of sexism on a society and has a proper epiphany about why Katara has always been so mad about it. Like, not just realizing girls can fight, but finally understanding the deeper problems. He has therefore decided to be a supportive big brother who aids and abets in illegal activities if they are for a good purpose. Also, he's thinking of busting out the Kyoshi Warrior uniform for good measure because non-bender girls need a teacher, too (yes, he still has the uniform. He was wearing it when they left Kyoshi and he's not going to get rid of something that important. It's a travesty that he never got to wear it again in the original series).

The main part I'm struggling to get through is the Zuko sections. I've got him into and out of a seedy tavern and onto a northbound merchant ship where he's learning that, while being a deckhand isn't great, you can't yell at people to solve your problems. I'm trying to figure out him having a meaningful chat with the captain who hired him to give him some sort of important life lesson but I'm still feeling stuck.

I'm so sorry, Zuko. You've been taking kind of a back seat in this chapter. I promise, you'll get your spotlight back soon. You just need to get up north and reunite with the Gaang (and especially with Katara).

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Dragon Reborn! Chapter 22: The Price of the Ring

Everyone always wonders why heroes in fantasy stories are so reluctant to get the cool magical artifacts and stuff. This chapter justifies why you should be a little cautious around free doodads, especially when they're enchanted! Anything else would be spoilers though, and if you don't want spoilers for the whole Wheel of Time series, you shouldn't keep reading.

This chapter has the Flame of Tar Valon icon because we're seeing the Accepted ritual again and because Egwene is going to be the Flame of Tar Valon for a hot minute or two. Also the Amyrlin's voice is heard at the end. Lots of meaning, this chapter icon.

But Sheriam seemed to have dismissed the papers from her mind as soon as she asked.

Since the first word out of Egwene's mouth was "Verin," Sheriam probably dismissed them for that reason. She either knows Verin's allegiance or buys the cover that she's a distracted old wmoan.

“I listened to the lectures,” Egwene protested, “and I remember them, but . . . can’t I have a night’s sleep first?”

It's funny to consider that when Egwene gets raised next time, she'll spend a night traveling through the world of dreams.

An Aes Sedai sat cross-legged on the bare rock before each of the spots where arches joined ring, all three wearing their shawls. Alanna was the sister of the Green Ajah, but she did not know the Yellow sister, or the White.

Sadly, we don't know them either. I wouldn't at all be surprised though if they were significant players though, since Sheriam, Elaida, and Alanna all are too.

“She should not be given this chance.” There was iron in Elaida’s voice, and her face was scarcely softer. “I do not care what her potential is. She should be put out of the Tower. Or failing that, set to scrubbing floors for the next ten years.”

Elaida's just bitter that Moiraine has outmatched her in recent all-star recruitment. Cute that their animosity starts so early.

She sounded as if she had said this many times. There was a light of sympathy in her eyes, but her face was almost as stern as Elaida’s. The sympathy frightened Egwene more than the sternness.

If a member of the BA is feeling sorry for you, you know your life is about to suck hardcore.

“There is some sort of—resonance.” She never took her eyes from the arches. “An echo, almost. I do not know from where.”

Two T'A'R access points conflicting with each other?

“Then let her face what she fears.” Even in its formality, there was a note of satisfaction in Elaida’s voice.

Already Elaida thinks Egwene can't survive the punishments coming her way. And already she's wrong. A remarkably pig-headed woman.

Of course Rand was her husband—her handsome, loving husband—and Joiya was her daughter—the most beautiful, sweetest little girl in the Two Rivers. Tam, Rand’s father, was out with the sheep, supposedly so Rand could work on the barn but really so he could have more time to play with Joiya. This afternoon Egwene’s mother and father would come out from the village. And probably Nynaeve, to see if motherhood was interfering with Egwene’s studies to replace Nynaeve as Wisdom one day.

Egwene's first archway takes her to the closest equivalent of a fluffy high school/coffee shop AU that the setting can allow. A true hell for Egwene, who needs shit to do.

Egwene knew��she thought she knew—Whatever it was, was gone.

Egwene's Seanchan trauma is so strong that she can almost recall it across timelines. I think the only reason she doesn't spend any of the three arches in the damane collar is because she's already faced that fear as thoroughly as possible.

When Rand’s head hurt, strange things happened soon after. Lightning out of a clear sky, smashing to bits that huge oak stump he had been working two days to root out where he and Tam were clearing new field. Storms that Nynaeve did not hear coming when she listened to the wind. Wildfires in the forest. And the deeper his pain grew, the worse what followed.

Huh. After my migraines we get sudden thunderstorms and those cause forest fires. Am I the Dragon Preborn? I fucking hope not, though getting channeling as a reward for suffering through the headaches would be fucking fantastic.

But three times now, Egwene had cured someone Nynaeve had given up for dead. Three times she had sat to hold a hand through the last hour, and seen the person get up from a deathbed. Nynaeve had questioned her closely on what she had done, what herbs she had used, in what blending. Thus far, she had not found the courage to admit that she had done nothing.

It's interesting to note that in a world where the EF5 never leaves town, Egwene eventually becomes more capable at Healing than Nynaeve. It might just be that their blocks are different, I suppose, or that Wilders are prone to implausible feats in the initial period that they can't necessarily replicate after the fact, though Rand's channeling outbursts are things he'd do quite easily later.

She halted, looked back at Joiya gurgling in her cradle, at Rand still pressing hand to his head and looking at her as if wondering where she was going. “No,” she said. “No, this is what I want. This is what I want! Why can’t I have this, too?”

Fucking Wheel, making women choose between families and careers no matter what position it's in. How depressing.

She stiffened her back and kept walking, but she could not keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks. Rand’s groans built to a scream, drowning Joiya’s laughter. From the corner of her eye, Egwene saw Tam coming, running as hard as he could.

Really the fact that Joiya is laughing hysterically while her dad is having a horrible meltdown is good evidence that these possible timelines aren't entirely real but are specifically designed as a trap.

“Every woman I have ever watched come out of there has asked that question. The answer is, no one knows. It has been speculated that perhaps some of those who do not come back chose to stay because they found a happier place, and lived out their lives there.” Her voice hardened. “If it is real, and they stayed from choice, then I hope the lives they live are far from happy. I have no sympathy for any who run from their responsibilities.”

And what about your responsibilities to not be an evil witch, Sheriam? Pretty hypocritical of you to judge the women trapped in the ter'angreal when you aren't even a true believer but only joined for political power!

She stared down at her dress, blue silk sewn with pearls, all dusty and torn. Her head came up, and she took in the ruins of a great palace around her. The Royal Palace of Andor, in Caemlyn.

This is of course foreshadowing the eventual destruction of Caemlyn as the central location of the Last Battle that never does quite come to pass under Brando Sando's work.

Once she stepped on a woman’s arm, sticking out from under a mound of plaster and bricks that had been an interior wall and perhaps part of the floor above. She noticed the arm as little as she noticed the Great Serpent ring on one finger. She had trained herself not to see the dead buried in the refuse heap Trollocs and Darkfriends had made of Caemlyn. She could do nothing for the dead.

It's for the best that real Egwene never quite has to steel herself in this way.

“The madness, Egwene. I am—actually—holding it—at bay.” His gasping laugh made her skin prickle. “But it takes everything I have just to do that. If I let go, even a little, even for an instant, the madness will have me. I won’t care what I do then. You have to help me.”

A lot of people think that Egwene judges Rand way too harshly in later books and while I definitely don't think she's as good as a friend as she should have been, I think we can blame this vision for some of it. The Rand of later books becomes more and more like this madman, laughing at inappropriate, mood swinging violently, not always able to channel reliably or effectively. Egwene gets to see the end of the road before everyone else does and even though he's still relatively stable in LOC, she's definitely seeing him take the first steps down it.

“If they take me—the Myrddraal—the Dreadlords—they can turn me to the Shadow. If madness has me, I cannot fight them. I won’t know what they are doing till it is too late. If there is even a spark of life left when they find me, they can still do it. Please, Egwene. For the love of the Light. Kill me.”

While the arches do seem to be psychologically manipulative, they are also great teaching tools. This scenario is clearly built out of Egwene's fear of Rand's channeling ability, but it has to up the stakes even beyond that and so pulls more facts for her to learn from.

It is a thing not done, so far as I know—Light send it has not been done!—since the Trolloc Wars. It took thirteen Dreadlords—Darkfriends who could channel—weaving the flows through thirteen Myrddraal. You see? Not easily done. There are no Dreadlords today.

But there are members of the Black Ajah, who are Dreadlords in all but name. And Sheriam can lie. But like I said, she's not a true believer, she did it for the opportunity. Is she being truthful to Egwene here, both in that the technique has not been done in two thousand years and in that she hopes it has never been done? Is that one of the reasons she holds her position, to recruit naturally and hope that things never turn to filling out the numbers in a different fashion?

Egwene stared into the standing mirror, and was not sure whether she was more surprised by the ageless smoothness of her face or the striped stole that hung around her neck. The stole of the Amyrlin Seat.

Like Nynaeve, Egwene's third vision is of a very similar future to the fate she actually gets. Is that common to all of the women who go through these arches, or is it just that their fates are so firm there's nothing to pull from but the truth?

There was an Aes Sedai at her elbow, a woman with Sheriam’s high cheekbones but dark hair and concerned brown eyes, and the hand-wide stole of the Keeper on her shoulders. Not Sheriam, though. Egwene had never seen her before; she was sure she knew her as well as she knew herself. Haltingly, she put a name to the woman. Beldeine.

"Not Sheriam, though." Fun foreshadowing for Egwene's first Keeper and her removal, that.

That thought shook her. Not that she had been Green Ajah, but that she had to reason it out.

Another question is whether the ring broke this vision but not the other two because of repeated exposure, or if the future-predicting aspects of both ter'angreal was the thing that let the resonance grow out of control?

That seemed an odd thought, too. Part of her remembered something called the Great Purge. Part of her was sure no such thing had happened.

A much less important question is if the Great Purge of this timeline was more or less successful than the main timeline, considering how things turned out.

The Flame of Tar Valon lay centered in the floor, surrounded by widening spirals of color, the colors of the seven Ajahs. At the opposite side of the room from where the ramp entered, a high-backed chair stood, heavy and ornately carved in vines and leaves, painted in the colors of all the Ajahs.

Our first look at the hall, even if it is fake. Note the emphasis both in-text and in-universe on all seven Ajahs. Even though there's definitely some problems and changes to come, all are consistently treated as an integral part of the Tower until the breaking.

One of the Red Sitters stood. Egwene was shocked to recognize Elaida. At the same time she knew that Elaida was foremost of the Sitters for the Red, and her own bitterest enemy.

Lucky of Elaida to not get taken by the Seanchan. Perhaps the arches neglected that detail specifically to fuck with Egwene more, or perhaps it was an inevitable consequence of whatever butterfly effect we're dealing with here.

One of the Green Sitters was on her feet, anger bright through her calm. “Shame, Elaida! Show respect for the Amyrlin Seat! Show respect for the Mother!”

Obviously this could be virtually any non-Black Green, but I like to think it's Farnah specifically. Could be Faiselle though if it's one of the three actual Sitters Egwene gets, probably not Rubinde since she's an Elaida loyalist in the real timeline.

As Egwene opened her mouth, Beldeine moved beside her. Then the Keeper’s staff struck her head.

No surprise that Beldeine, one of the women who will be sent to box Rand, would betray Egwene to Elaida even as her Keeper.

The pain in her head made thinking difficult, but it seemed important to count them. Thirteen.

Would being 13x13ed here have truly changed Egwene, I wonder? Was Sheriam hoping it might and trying to play towards it, or is this entirely of the resonance and thus not an outcome she could have predicted?

Flames burst from Myrddraal skin, ripping through black cloth as if they were solid daggers of fire. Shrieking Halfmen crisped and burned like oiled paper. Fist-sized chunks of stone tore themselves free of the walls and whizzed across the room, producing shrieks and grunts as they thudded into flesh. The air stirred, shifted, howled into a whirlwind.

Either Egwene is able to throw around way more power than she should be able to (our girls will later find out that setting Halfmen on fire is actually a rather bad choice, all things considered), or the arches are just playing along with her.

Egwene’s mind put a name to the face. Gyldan. Elaida’s closest confidante, always whispering together in corners, closeting themselves in the night.

We do not ever meet a Gyldan in the main timeline. She may be a real Black who just doesn't get up to much in reality, or perhaps the real Gyldan is even more unremarkable and in this timeline Mesaana replaces her, not the Brown (in which case, good on you for punching her out Egwene!). Perhaps she doesn't exist at all, though Beldeine certainly does.

It was unnerving, trotting through empty hallways. The White Tower no longer held the numbers it once had, but there was usually someone about.

Consider that the White Tower is already at its lowest membership count ever and that in this timeline we have no evidence of the reforms that lead to the Rebels having a larger roster. It may well be that with the Blacks mostly purged (or victims mostly purged, since obviously 13 are still running around), the Tower has virtually no one left at this point.

“What would you have done? What? Nothing! There’s nothing you can do. But they said they could give it back to me, with the power of . . . the power of the Dark One.”

So apparently Nynaeve never cured stilling in this timeline. She and Elayne, and really a wide variety of Aes Sedai who you'd think would be a bit sympathetic to our girl here, all seem to be gone. Has the resonance up and put Egwene in a T'A'R nightmare, is that why things are so incoherent? Can she not remember what happened not purely by glitch in the system but because there's no logical way to arrive at this scenario, so there's no memories to give her?

“More than anyone suspects,” Egwene said. “I never held the Oath Rod, Beldeine.”

This of course should technically be another bit of early installment weirdness where Jordan hasn't decided that the Oath Rod is what causes the ageless look, not channeling as a whole, but since we're in a resonance cascade or whatever it might as well be just another mismatched puzzle piece in the mystery that is this timeline.

It would need to be done quickly; there was no point if Rand was gentled while she was still wrapping Warders in Air. Even Warders would break if she loosed the lightnings on them, and balefire, and broke the ground under their feet.

I love how balefire isn't even the final option here. "I'll shoot them with lightning, and if that doesn't work I'll retroactively remove them from existence, and if THAT doesn't work I'll stick their legs in a rock because if they refuse to be balefired they obviously can't be killed, only slowed down."

Twelve Aes Sedai surrounded him, and another—who Egwene knew had to be wearing a seven-striped stole, even though she could not distinguish it—stood before Rand.

You've got to hand it to Elaida. Very few people have a destiny so set in stone that it comes true in an alternate timeline that isn't really even a timeline, but dammit every variation of her that has ever existed is going to usurp the Amyrlin Seat, and that includes nightmare versions.

Thirteen Aes Sedai. Twelve sisters and the Amyrlin, the traditional number for gentling. The same number as for. . . .

No Egwene, focus on that thought. Sure it's really only because of the metaphysics that everyone's arrived on the same number, but what does it say about the White Tower that its court system is only a mirror image of the Black Ajah's most despicable ritual?

There on the tower top, tilted to sit flat against the sloping tiles, was a silver arch filled with a glowing light. The arch flickered and wavered; streaks of angry red and yellow darted through the white light.

Are they having troubles keeping the door open because of the resonance alone, or because Egwene's scenario is so far off the map it's not normally where the arches point to? I know we'll never know, but both answers provide such rich potential for how the arches work at all. Alas.

Light plucked her apart fiber by fiber, sliced the fibers to hairs, split the hairs to wisps of nothing. All drifted apart on the light. Forever.

Pardon the math joke, but isn't that being a bit hyperbolic, Egwene?

Next time: Egwene recovers from her sorority hazing!

[liminalchasm]

hey (<-zonked outta my goard on delta-8) do you guys wanna hear the beauty and the beast retelling that keeps getting into my head

it's about anti-monarchy and the beast's castle is magically transformed at the brink of anti-aristocratic tipping point, and the spell mostly targets his parents and their dukes and fiefs and shit. but he gets turned too. and they get so transformed into the heartless monsters they are that they die, but he's like. 10. so he just gets weird. but alive.

but the thing is the servants sort of turn too but the spell isn't just like 'oh whatever servants are just extensions of their despots' it's that anyone who chooses to stay in the castle stays objectified like that. and they can just leave. and as they leave they'll start to feel human again. and once they're out of sight they'll start to transform. so it's also about leaving a toxic situation in a way

but also because the servants are objectified they can 'break' or rather, be broken, bc beast is a traumatized 10 year old prince. who has always had a habit of just physically throwing shit. he's a spoiled asshole kid. still a kid but yknow. he's thrown tantrums and smashed pottery or filigree worth a lifes savings for a peasant and just gone 'eh whatever get me another, who cares'. he has specifically trashed rooms / stuff to get servants in trouble before bc he's also a petty despot in training. duh. and like 10. his tantrums and lashing out and not taking care of "things" is a symptom of not knowing or caring about the work or materials or people that created them, and the violence often done to "just make a new one"

but when the servants transform... his anger can't kill or hurt them. they can't feel anything they're a silver candelabra and a teapot. the servants can just fix themselves or each other. they'll get really scared about it because it does hurt in a non-physical way, and it's... the curse has been going on for a while (im thinking like decades or better part of a century) but no one knows when the fae queen/trickster/whatever will... if she will ever lift it.

but the servants can leave. and once they leave, they never come back. (they turn human but beast assumes they get killed by a mob, sort of like his parents whole court after turning into various horrible half-dead beasts and fleeing only to run into protests of peasants who were already like 'what the fuck are you feasting about when we're starving you tax hungry despots' (the former king and queen were not well liked. because fuck monarchy))

he's also like. not exactly biological in the same way he was. he doesn't sleep. he doesn't need to eat. what would he eat? the brambles outside the castle? roots from the dead garden? what's left of the orchards? the rabbits that wander in? he's tried it, but he feels no hunger, really. instead of sleep, he curls up somewhere high and becomes stone: a gargoyle.

he can still... sense. sight and smell and hearing and touch, and all the things he used to have physically. it's different, but he has it, when he's awake. when he "sleeps", he doesn't dream, exactly. but it sharpens his awareness of... the castle. everything in it. it's walls. the moss on the stones. the mice and the owls hiding in its crevices. he doesn't generally focus on any one thing. no point. it's all just going on without him. nothing much happens. no one wanders by. no one comes back. the castle seems lost in time to anything human.

[skylarkking]

I wanna know more about Solaris and his cycanthropy please!

-✨️

Hoooooo buddy! You better prepare yourself for the infodump that I have in store!

So to start, cycanthropy is a condition that affects a bots t-cog (like I mentioned before). It causes the transformation sequence to override the intended form and take on the new, more monstrous form. Since the plating and protoform of the inflicted bot are not designed to do this, when the cycanthropy activates it causes the bot to have almost fatal levels of pain.

When the sequence is finished, you are left with a monster. Often times this form makes the bot more feral and animalistic as well. They lose control of themselves and go on wild rampages.

When the bot has expended almost all of their energy, the sequence activates again and they return to their normal form although in severe pain and exhaustion. This often leaves the bot barely functional.

In Solaris's case, he learned that he can stop the condition from activating by disconnecting his T-cog from the rest of his circuitry. This unfortunately stops him from transforming at all and also causes parts of his body to have difficulties with mobility (because the T-cog is part of the mobility line of circuits and stuff). He will have spasms that will cause him quite a bit of pain, but that was something he was willing to deal with if it meant remaining in control of his own body.

However, when he was wounded after saving Optimus from an exploding missile from Telatraan-1, the Autobots would attempt to repair him which included reconnecting his T-cog. Solaris would lash out and say that he can repair himself without their help.

Of course this was only partially true. He would fix his own wounds while in his cell, but due to both his injuries and the side effects of a disconnected t-cog, he would become weaker. He hid this from them for a long time, so long that, when they trusted him enough to not cause problems outside his cell, he would randomly collapse while helping Optimus and Ratchet with some heavy lifting.

Since Sari, Prowl, and Bumblebee were out "camping", Ratchet was the one who discovered the disconnected t-cog and other damaged workings. He repaired the damage and, unfortunately, reconnected Solaris's t-cog.

Solaris would snap awake and shove both of them out of harms way as he would flee the base, the cycanthropy activating after thousands and thousands of years of being dormant. Solaris would become the monster he desperately tried to hide from the others and fled into the woods.

The Autobots would meet up in the woods and split up into pairs. Optimus with Ratchet, Bumblebee with Sari, and Bulkhead with Prowl.

During the search Ratchet would tell Optimus that, based on the fact that Solaris's t-cog was disconnected and how he acted, he believed that Solaris had cycanthropy although Ratchet thought the condition was a myth.

Eventually Ratchet and Optimus would find Solaris in his monster form surrounded by destroyed trees and smashed boulders. Much to Ratchet's protesting, Optimus would approach Solaris and try to calm Solaris down.

Optimus would eventually get through to Solaris and even managed to touch his muzzle. The contact would coax a sort of purr from Solaris and due to how relaxed he felt from the touch, he would end up changing back to his normal form.

With the help of Prowl, Solaris would gain control over the cycanthropy and manage to change at will.

Anyway, thankyou for listening to my ramblings lmao

[Questions? Intrusive thoughts? Drop em in my ask box!]

[whats-wild-to-you]

omg the one where u steal his clothes 🤭 could u write a smut where he goes feral so u purposely do it more often please

-> aforementioned request

feral huh? 😏 ngl there is something extremely sexy about wearing your boyfriend's clothes and him looking at you like a caveman 🥵🥵🥵 ______________________________________________

You spontaneously slept the night at Jay's again so you naturally had no clean clothes to put on the next day. Coming out of the shower you called your boyfriend's name, only to be met with silence.

Tiptoeing around the house naked and wet, you passed by the kitchen, noticing the yellow post-it on the fridge that wasn't there earlier.

I went out for a run. I'll bring back breakfast.

Smiling, you threw the towel over your shoulder and went straight to Jay's closet. Taking stock of everything that was in it, you decided to wear a pair of white basketball shorts and his red workout top.

It was much too big on you and revealed some major sideboob, since you had rinsed out your bra under the shower earlier.

"Oh well, it's not like I'll be going out in that outfit!"

Grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you walked over to the kitchen, browsing on the internet while you waited for Jay.

He came back 30 minutes later, completely drenched in sweat and panting. It was only 11am but already 30 degrees celsius hot. Who in their right mind goes jogging in that heat?

"You're going to get a heatstroke!"

"Where are you?"

"Kitchen!"

You stood up off the chair, ready to scold him, when he walked in only wearing his shorts. You too had gotten rid of his shorts earlier as they constantly fell off your hips.

"Goddamn, woman!"

"What? You said I could borrow your stuff!"

"I know I did, but-" He stopped himself, licking his lips.

You looked puzzled for a second, but then looked down at him, his shorts forming a tent over his growing bulge.

"Jesus Christ!"

You had no time to protest when Jay picked you up and carried you to the bathroom with him. Getting rid of both of your clothes, you barely managed to inform him that you had already showered, before he dragged you inside the shower cabin with him.

Lathering himself up in soap, you caught a glimpse of his wicked grin and understood immediately.

Boyfriend was horny. It happened a lot after he worked out, but usually you weren't there so his hand ended up doing all the work.

You raised an eyebrow as he inched closer and closer to you and eventually rubbed his soapy body against yours.

"We should probably rinse this off before we do any sort of acrobatics or we might break our necks." You snickered.

He stepped under the shower head, and all you could do was watch how the soap traveled down his perfectly sculpted body. Then he placed you under the shower head, admiring your curves.

In a matter of seconds you had jumped on his lap, smashing your lips on his. You moaned into the kiss, and Jay seized the opportunity and slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Deepening the kiss, he pushed you against the wall, the back of your head hitting the tiles but the pain wasn’t comparable to the one growing between your thighs. What should have been a painful moan quickly turned into an aroused one as you felt Jay's hand traveling in between your legs. He rubbed your clit, making sure you were wet and ready for him, then grabbed his pulsating cock, tantalizing your pussy before it disappeared slowly inside you.

You drew in a sharp breath which made Jay stop but he pushed through when you bit and sucked on his bottom lip, begging him to continue.

You wrapped your arms behind his neck, helping him to support your weight, while you pushed your hips forward, allowing Jay to penetrate you even deeper.

His thrusts became more rhythmic and soon he picked up the pace. Yout tits were bouncing up and down in front of his face and small beads of sweat covered his forehead. His muscles were tense from lifting your entire body weight, so you told him to put you down. Immediately you turned around, presenting him your juicy ass, your swollen pussy peeking through your tightly closed thighs. Jay slapped your ass cheeks a couple times until your skin turned red and you moaned delighted. With his left hand he spread your ass cheeks while his right one was guiding his cock to your pussy. He pulled your hips towards his lap, further intensifying the feeling, while you begged him to thrust deeper.

"Damn, woman! Any more deeper and my balls will disappear inside you too!"

There was something so raw and blunt about his statement that it made your pussy clench around his cock, holding it hostage.

"Faster, babe!"

He obeyed immediately, bending your knees until you almost squatted as he angled his leg up on the wall, practically mounting you like a horny bull.

You began to see stars and it didn't take long before you climaxed, your legs wobbling as you struggled to stay vertical.

Jay then picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, placing your wet body on the sheets and spreading your legs as far as he could.

You were still sore and oversensitive when he shoved his cock deep inside your convulsed pussy and continued thrusting in and out of you. Trying desperately to muffle your animalistic moans, you grabbed a pillow, pressing it on your face. You were sure you'd be too sensitive to feel any joy but noticed how you got wet again in record time, Jay's massive cock now sliding in and out of you with ease.

You felt Jay angling your legs so he could have better access and moaned into the pillow as you felt his thumb circling your swollen clit.

"Fuck!" He hissed and made your whole body erupt in goosebumps. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead onto your stomach. Soon his breathing became irregular and you knew he was about to cum.

Before that could happen, he pulled out his cock, leaving you empty and protesting.

"No! Get back in!"

His thumb was still rubbing your clit, the friction sending heat waves throughout your whole body. His other hand came up and grabbed your breasts, roughly playing with your nipples, before he slapped them, making the skin burn. You were winding under his thumb, ready to explode again, needing nothing more than his hard cock around your throbbing pussy.

Throwing the pillow aside, you gazed at him, a mixture of lust and rage. How dare he deny you his cock?

He watched you cum from the touch of a single thumb and smiled devilishly as you squirmed under him, performing some kind of elaborate exorcism.

You were still panting when you felt your aching pussy being spread once more as Jay's cock penetrated you deeper than ever before. In a matter of seconds he screamed out your name together with some expletives and collapsed on top of you.

Minutes passed before any of you could move, and even then your movements were in slow motion.

"Damn!" You chuckled at his stunned remark and freed yourself from under his weigh. Turning him onto his back, you straddled his hips in a desperate attempt to get him hard again.

"Not so fast! I need a minute, you insatiable woman."

You giggled and slid down his body until you were face to face with his worn-out cock.

"Let me help you then!" You announced as you started licking up and down his shaft, licking off all of your collective juices.

"Fuck!"

You had almost licked him clean and he was already twitching again.

"Ride me!"

You squatted down, hovering over his now hardened cock. He wasted no time shoving it inside you, thrusting his hips rhythmically, the only sound being his balls slapping against your skin.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

HI VALVAL!!!! I LOVE HALLOWEEN! EVEN MORE THAN CHRISTMAS AND YOUR FLUFF EVENT IS MAKING ME EVEN MORE EXCITED!!!

Can I have a Killer (and the Kid Pirates) x fem!reader with the hauted house prompt? I feel like Kid is afraid of ghosts because he can't punch them X) Thank you very much for this event ❤

🎃🎃🎃 LOVE YOU BYE BYE 🎃🎃🎃

HAVE A GOOD SPOOKY MONTH!!!

KERO BBY!!!!! I DO TOO I LOVE HALLOWEEN!!!! AHH I'M SO GLAD!!!! Of course, you can!!! I will gladly do this for you!!! Omg literally was dying writing this like I was laughing so hard! I hope you enjoy this babes!!!

TW: none

WC:613

“Ooooooo let’s go in that one!!!” You tugged at Killer’s arm pointing at the creepy looking haunted house. Before Killer could respond Kid spoke “No , nope we are not going in there.” Kid spoke demanding we not go inside there. “Kid come on, we came to this part of town because the creepy abandoned houses we could find some good stuff.” 

“Yeah stuff that can be possessed and watch us get into a shipwreck MIND YOU your captain can’t swim.” Kid’s eyes twitched.

You and Kid bickered back and forth for a few moments, Wire and Heat were just watching you both go back and forth at it. Killer let out a sigh before he spoke “Okay why don’t me and ______ go in, Kid you don’t have to come in if you are scared.” 

“I am not scared!” Kid protested, flaring his nostrils. “Just to show you I’m not scared I will show you!”  you both saw him storming into the house knocking down the front door “I AIN’T AFRAID OF NO GHOST!” “Says the person who can’t fight spirits saying they don’t fight fair…” you sighed, you heard a small chuckling coming from the Killer who had his helmet on. “Shall we go.” you asked him as he nodded, both of you held hands as you entered the creepy house. You could see the cob webs scattered everywhere , caked dust and the smell of something that died in there. You could hear the stopping coming from up the second floor that was Kid. “The more he stomps like that the more likely he will fall through the floor.” Wire sighed. 

“Can you both check on him and stare at me and _____ are going to look down here.” Killer asked Heat and Wire as they both agreed and proceeded to go up stairs. The floorboards squeaked with each step you walk into the house. Looking through the cabinets smashing some spiders and seeing some rats run past you. You kept getting an eerie feeling being inside the house like a sort of heaviness.  

You stood a bit closer to Killer “It feels off in here, can you feel it?” asking him. “Yeah I’m getting the same feeling. Just stay close just in case.” Killer was keeping his guard up while still roaming through the house. You both could old photos on the wall of what it looks like a couple that used to live in the house.  Hearing an occasional tap on the walls or knocking on the wood that was close. You both felt a cold wind pass through you both sending chills up your spine. Killer took you by the hand “Did you want to continue in here?” he asked you.

“Yeah, just for a few more minutes then we can go.” Both of you saw a door. When Killer opened the door it led towards the basements you couldn’t see as it was completely blackened. You could hear the sound of shuffling feet . Both you and Killer looked at each  before responding to one another “hell to the no.”  Whatever was down there it wasn’t something from this world you could sense. 

Killer closed the door. “We should g---.” Killer was cut off by the screaming Captain startling you. 

“I”M OUT NOPE! Something grabbed my ass!” Kid shouted he practically threw down the stairs.  Seeing Wire and Heat coming down the stairs  “We weren’t near the captain when something grabbed his ass.” Heat wanted to make that clear.

“We should be heading out anyway, something is in here and it doesn’t like us…” Killer said.

“Apparently the only thing it liked was a Kid's ass.” You spoke.

[3seven-gambler]

#⌁꒰Ichiɾo, Sɑmɑtoki ɑnd Jγuto with ɑ Fem!S/O who tɾies to not kiss them꒱

⋆ 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 944.

⋆ 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: fluff, SFW.

࿐♡Ꮲꭱꮻꮮꮻꮐꮜꭼ:

When you went out with your friends and they respective partners, including yours, every now and then they would look at you in a weird way. You always wondered what it was, but you didn’t really care. After all, you haven’t done anything wrong! One day though, you were alone with your friends, no significant others involved this time.

-“You know, Y/N, we are all grown up people here, we all got our partners and stuff but, you sometimes are really unbearable with your boyfriend.” Say one of your friends.

-“W-what do you mean?”

-“You keep kissing him, all the time. I mean it’s ok to do it here and there, but you do it all the time…” say other one.

-“B-but, that’s how we work… and he doesn’t really care.”

-“Are you sure about that? I feel like he doesn’t really like it.”

You stayed silent a few moments, letting your mind wonder a bit.

-“Look, we are saying this just because we’re sort of worried about it, but what about this. Let’s see how much you can take without kissing him! You can only get kisses from him.”

You didn’t really want to do this, it wasn’t wrong what you did, was it? But you didn’t got a choice.

-“Ok, I accept”

࿐♡Ꮖꮯꮋꮖꭱꮻ Ꮍꭺꮇꭺꭰꭺ:

⋆ Ichiro notice that something was off when you came back.

⋆ Normally you would shower him in kisses, thing that he actually loved.

⋆ So when you just waved and him and say –“Hey love” he was really sad.

⋆ -“Did something happened to you?” he asked worried.

⋆ -“Nothing, why you ask?”

⋆ He had certain blush on his face –“Well… you always give me kisses when you are gone for a while and… you didn’t do that this time…”  he confronted you shyly.

⋆ -“I uhm… do you actually like it when I do that?”  you asked with certain hope in your voice

⋆ -“Well, of course” he said like if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

⋆ -“Oh…. Then they were wrong after all” you said, smiling.

⋆ -“What do you mean?”

⋆ You explained Ichiro what your friends had told you and they little game they made you play.

⋆ When you finished, you could fine some traces of anger in his eyes.

⋆ -“A-are you ok, Ichi?”

⋆ -“Your friends are totally wrong, if they don’t like it then they can’t just ignore us, and if they care about you then they’ll have to drop it. I love you and I love how affectionate you are with me.” he said walking towards you, and then he grabbed your face with both of his hands.

⋆ -“So please, don’t ever agree on playing silly games like that one, hm?”

⋆ Before you could answer, Ichiro practically smashed his lips into yours, melting into a long and sweet kiss.

࿐♡Ꮪꭺꮇꭺꭲꮻꮶꮖ Ꭺꮻꮋꮖꭲꮪꮜꮐꮖ:

⋆ Samatoki found it weird that you didn’t kiss him when you came back from hanging out with your friends, not even once.

⋆ You would grate him normally, but you walked past him, going straight to your shared bedroom.

⋆ He quickly follow you, laying on the door frame from the bedroom.

⋆ He watched your every movement, waiting for you to notice him.

⋆ When you did, you lacked eyes with him, questioning eyes were now all over you.

⋆ -“Uhm… is something wrong?”

⋆ -“You forgot something, don’t you think?”

⋆ -“What?”

⋆ -“Tsk, are you really going to make me say it? You didn’t kiss me.”

⋆ You let your gaze drop to the floor –“I… I can’t, sorry…”

⋆ Samatoki panicked for a moment –“What do you mean by that?!”  he protested angrily.

⋆ You explained the little game your friends set up and why.

⋆ When you finished, or actually before you could, Samatoki pulled you to him and kissed you roughly, taking all your air away.

⋆ -“Don’t you ever, ever, agree on something so stupid like that, you hear?”

⋆ You simply nodded.

⋆ -“Good girl.” He said before kissing you again.

࿐♡Ꭻꭹꮜꭲꮻ Ꮖꭱꮜꮇꭺ:

⋆ Jyuto wasn’t home when you got back.

⋆ So while you waited, you decided to make dinner so you could eat together.

⋆ A few hours later, you heard the front door open, accompanied of the sound of a familiar voice greeting you.

⋆ -“S/O, I’m home!”

⋆ -“Hey! I’m in the kitchen!”

⋆ Jyuto made his way to where you were, and he hugged you, waiting for your lips to met his.

⋆ But when you didn’t, he separated from you and looked at you weirdly.

⋆ -“What is it?”

⋆ -“Well, I’m just waiting”

⋆ -“Waiting for what? Oh! Dinner? It’s almost ready, I did your favorite” you said smiling.

⋆ -“Are you trying to prank me or something?” he asked irritated, all what he wanted was to come back home after a long day of work and be showered in affection, as you usually did.

⋆ -“Uhm… no? I don’t know what you mean honey, sorry…”

⋆ Jyuto wasted no time in grabbing your face softly with one of his gloved hands, caressing your lips with his thumb.

⋆ -“Then let me show you”  he said giving you a passionate kiss.

⋆ When he let go your lips, you notice that he was waiting for a response.

⋆ You let yourself go off from his touch and avoided his gaze.

⋆ -“I’m not supposed to do that…” and you quickly proceeded to explain the early events with your friends.

⋆ Before you could even finish explain, he made you kiss him again.

⋆ -“Stop. I don’t need to hear that anymore. I love you and I really like your affectionate side, is all I want whenever I come back after work, and what I want when I wake up and basically is want I want everyday of my life, so never again do something so silly like that, do you understand, darling?”

❥ 𝖱𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. || 𝖣𝖮 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖱𝖤𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳/𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤.

[rotationalsymmetry]

Yeah. Most volunteering is... not something that requires technical skills. You find a group and ask how you can help (or if you're really up for a challenge, you find a group that doesn't have a local chapter and contact someone in a different chapter to ask how to start it up. Which generally people only do if they already know a few people who want to get going on the thing with them.)

Volunteering that does require technical skills (like translating or, say, maintaining a social media presence) is very valuable because not everyone can do it. But a lot of things that need to be done are just things that take effort/time, and are sometimes inconvenient. If you happen to have free time during the day (and can get out and do things) that's very useful for things like joining strikers on picket lines or, again, arrest-related support like showing up for bail hearings.

Some areas have a lot going on and some, depending on how niche your politics are, you're going to have to look for groups that have different politics but who do work that you think is worth doing, or else start your own. I mean, I'm used to San Francisco and SF is full of political groups. So many. So there isn't really a question of how to get involved so much as which one to get involved with, I mean I found fliers for really neat groups at the library, you know? And then you go to one protest and you get fliers and newsletters from 20 new groups. But some places aren't like that and it's harder to find people to do things with.

Fwiw I'm not overly convinced that throwing bricks is an intrinsically worthwhile activity unless it's pretty well targeted -- I mean, criticizing brick-throwing tends to take attention away from cop violence, so I don't necessarily point this out often, but...from a "what can I do?" perspective breaking shit shouldn't be the primary thing that comes to mind. I...kinda suspect a lot of the "soup for your family" stuff is coming more from a place of human beings tending to find violence fantasies emotionally satisfying than from a place of seeing a clear cause/effect line between smashing stuff and getting good changes. But *shrug* people can have legitimate disagreements over this.

I mean; even if you think brick-throwing is good action, you still gotta support people who get arrested you know? And people can get pretty long sentences from property destruction.

If there's any "advocacy" organizations where you live that you want to support (like, idk, a group that tries to get bike lanes approved, or a group that politically fights against the criminalization of homelessness) those sorts of organizations pretty much always need data entry and envelope stuffing and calling members to get them to give more money -- most people are able to do at least one of those. Normie charities like food banks also need a lot of general labor volunteering that doesn't require special skills. The difference between charity and mutual aid matters, but also... people having food or socks or a place to sleep also matters.

I do think there needs to be sort of a...happy medium between the people who think political positions are a spectator sport, like football, where you participate by cheering for your side and insulting the other side; and people who get into some kind of leftism (or environmentalism or...) and figure they have to shape their entire life around it and need to be constantly Doing Something and can't relax unless they've Earned It first. (Grind culture for the politically aware.) Because, sure, there is Need, but there is also being a person, and a person doesn't need to earn their right to exist and rest and have comforts and joys by doing All The Things until the world is better.

I got this ask and didn't know if I could answer it publicly so here's a copy-paste of it:

Question: how do i find some way i can help? you say that direct action isn't the only way someone can help the oppressed, but i don't know if i'm good at anything. i'm no hacker, i'm a terrible cook, i don't know anything about first aid, i can't fight, or sew, or make things with my hands, i can't lead, i can't plan anything, i couldn't even become an anarchist on my own, i had to adopt it from other people, i can't write very well, i'm not an artist. i always see posts about Heres What You Can Do If You're Too Much Of A Big Fucking Pussy To Throw Bricks, and i can't do any of what they suggest either. i'm about to become a proper adult, i need to know what i can do, but nothing seems within my ability.

There are jobs in activism that require no trained skills at all. If some people got arrested and expected to get out between 8 and 12 pm, some people have to spend 4 hours outside the jail in the dark with a hot container of coffee to make those comrades know that the community hasn't forgotten about them and to make sure they have a ride home.

Everyone who does do work that requires a skill, started out not knowing how to do that skill. I learned to cook for large groups by walking into an activist kitchen and asking if they needed some help washing and cutting veggies, (which is like 80% of cooking for large groups anyway). I learned first aid by taking a class. I learned how to paint nice banners by paintings a lot of ugly banners.

People in their 30s and 40s and 50s etc are more likely to already have some skills than people who are just becoming an adult, and that's normal. There's no shame in that and you are not failing at anything just because you're not skilled at any activist thing yet. These things take time.

Getting where you want to be in activism is going to take time learning to do stuff. Sometimes there's a class for that, a lot of the time its a matter of walking up to or messaging activists and saying "hey do you need help with this? I don't know how to do this yet but I'd like to learn".

[omgsquee2001]

Stay By Our Side: Part 1

//I just want to clarify that I don’t own any of the art or the gifs used in these parts. I apologize immensely to the creators of the art/gifs if it seemed like I was taking credit for the art that was used. Again, I apologize.// 

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Okay, so according to Mr. Aizawa, Kirishima and Bakugou’s room should be just down the hall here. You thought to yourself as you walked down the hallway. You were in your third year at UA and you were going to be attending a Hero Gala at the end of the week. By some stroke of luck, the classes of UA High were given a vacation to an island, and, thanks to AllMight, you were given special access to a really nice hotel.

“Ugh. So damn late,” a familiar voice said. You stopped in front of one of the second to last doors on the third floor. “I hate flying and jet lag and all that crap.” Yup that was definitely Bakugou.

“Bakugou, it’s only eight. Don’t you want to hang out a bit before bed?” The familiar voice of Kirishima asked. You could hear Bakugou scoff.

“Tch, no way! I gotta sleep. I’m so exhausted.” Bakugou complained.

“Oh come on man! I brought Smash Bros.” Kirishima said. You felt like now would be a good time to make yourself known. You opened the door, gaining the attention of your fellow classmate.

“Um, excuse me. Sorry for the intrusion.” You said, walking in and closing the door. Bakugou looked at you, wearing his normal scowl. Kirishima looked at you, and his eyes lit up, a bright smile crossing his face.

“Oh hey! Looks like out bunkmate showed up. You’re [Y/N], right?” Kirishima asked, walking up to you.

Eijiro Kirishima, of Class 1-A! Quirk; Hardening! His Quirk allows him to harden and/or sharpen any part of his body at will!

You smiled and nodded.

“Mhm. I’m [Y/N] [L/N].”

[Y/N] [L/N] of Class 1-A! Quirk; Elemental! [Y/N] is able to control the different elements of nature, Water, Earth, Fire, and Air! If their emotions get the best of them, they can get out of control with their quirk and cause some major damage!

Bakugou looked at you.

“Huh, you. I thought Sparky was our third roommate.” Bakugou said.

Katsuki Bakugou of Class 1-A! Quirk; Explosion! Katuski’s Quirk allows him to produce powerful explosions. He does this by sweating a nitroglycerin-like substance from his skin which he can then detonate at will!

You shook your head.

“Nah. Mr. Aizawa said that he was with Sero and Shoji.” You said. Bakugou hummed.

“Oh. Whatever then. Get in here. Just take your shoes off so you don’t get the floor dirty.” Bakugou said, looking away from you. You quickly took your shoes off, lining them up next to the boys’. Kirishima looked at you, smiling.

“You can have the bed by the window if you want. I wanted that one because I love the view, but you can have it.” He said. You looked at him, slightly shocked.

“O-oh, are you sure? I don’t want to take your spot.” You said. Kirishima smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sure! Here, let me just move my blanket,” he said, grabbing his blanket that was on the bed. “I’m sure Bokugou doesn’t mind me taking the bed next to him.” He said, placing his blanket on the bed next to Bakugou’s. You smiled at Kirishima’s kindness. He was much better than Bakugou was, but you were sure that Bakugou had his moments. You hadn’t realized how heavy your suitcase was until you tried to lift it to place it on your bed. Kirishima looked over, hearing you struggle slightly. “Oh, jeez. Your suitcase looks kinda heavy. Here, let me help you.” He walked over and grabbed it for you, despite your protests. With a little bit of struggle, Kirishima lifted your suitcase onto your bed. “And, there you go!” Kirishima said. You smiled at him.

“Thank you.” You said, smiling at your classmate. The red head smiled back. Bakugou growled and looked at Kirishima.

“Oi, Stupid Hair, clean all your stuff up. It’s all over the floor. Why’d you bring so much stuff? We’re only here for the week you idiot.” Bokugou grumbled. Kirishima walked over to the bed.

“I will, I will. I’m still sorting through my clothes and you forgot to bring your dress clothes for the Gala so I had to bring extra.” Kirishima said. Bakugou scoffed.

“Tch, whatever. Just clean it up. I don’t see why you had to empty your suitcase all over the floor anyways.” Bokugou said. You rested a hand against your hip, raising an eyebrow at Bakugou.

“Your spot isn’t very flattering either, Bakugou.” You said. He had set his suitcase on the bed, having it open. Bakugou glared at you.

“Oh shut it you! My spot isn’t nearly as messy as Shitty Hair’s!” Bakugou shouted. Kirishima chuckled and looked at you.

“He’s so cranky today, isn’t he? Sorry you got stuck with us.” He looked over at Bokugou. “Come on, Bakugou. Lighten up, I mean, look where we are.” He said. You nodded.

“Kirishima’s right. Getting to go on vacation like this doesn’t happen everyday. It’s so nice here!” You said, looking out the window. Kirishima nodded.

“Yeah! And thanks to  All-Might, we were able to get the best reservations right next to the beach." Kirishima said. Bakugou's mood didn't change. 

“I’ll lighten up tomorrow. I just want to sleep.” Bakugou said, sitting on his bed. Kirishima sighed. 

“Seriously? Come on! Let’s all watch a movie or something. Or maybe play some Smash Bros?” 

“No.” 

“Mario Cart?” 

“No!” 

You sighed, looking at Bokugou. 

“You seem way too cranky right now, man. I mean, it seems like you’re always kind of cranky, but right now, you’re like, extra cranky.” You said. Bakugou growled and glared at you. Kirishima looked at you. 

“Hey, wanna come with me to Kaminari’s room? If this old man wants to head to bed so early, we can go have some fun with the others.” He said. You smiled. 

“Sure! That sounds like a lot of fun!” You said. Bakugou glared at Kirishima. 

“The hell did you call me?” Bakugou growled. Kirishima rolled his eyes. 

“Oh come on! You go to bed at like, eight every night! You’re like a grandpa just admit it!” Kirishima said. You chuckled lightly at the bantering going on between the two. Bakugou growled. 

“Oh shut up. I’m not. I’m just tired. We had a long flight today and I barley got any sleep the night before because you had to keep me up, pestering me about what damn bathing suit you would bring.” Bakugou said. Kirishima nodded. 

“That was super important!” Kirishima said. Bakugou rolled his eye sand looked at you. 

“Hey, you. Aren’t you tired at all? I saw you nodding off on the plane earlier.” Bakugou said. Kirishima looked at you and nodded. 

“Oh, you’re right. I saw that to. Hey, if you’re tired, you can totally sleep.” Kirishima said. You smiled and shook your head. 

“That’s sweet of you, and I’m alright. I’m not nearly as tired as I was. Plus, I want to hang out and get to know my two roommates better!” You said, smiling. Bakugou looked at you. 

“What? You want to hang out? Ah, you too? No way! You guys are going to get out and let me go to bed.” Bakugou growled. Kirishima crossed his arms and looked at the male. 

“No way! You can’t just kick us out of our room.” Kirishima said. Bokugou glared at Kirishima. 

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you try and stop me, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou challenged. You sighed. 

“Alright, how about we make a deal,” you said. Both males looked at you. You looked at Bakugou. “How about you hang out with Kirishima and I for a bit and then we’ll leave you alone, all right?” You asked. Kirishima looked at you and smiled. 

“Yeah! I like the sound of that.” He looked at Bakugou. “Well, how about it, Bakugou?” He asked. Bakugou growled and crossed his arms. 

“And what the hell is in it for me?” He asked. You and Kirishima looked at each other. 

“Uh, a fun time with friends, making beautiful memories, you know, the basic social interaction.” Kirishima said. Bakugou shook his head. 

“Yeah I’ll pass. I’d rather sleep.” Bakugou said. You sighed and rolled your eyes. There was just no getting through to this guy. Kirishima sighed and pressed his hands together in a prayer position. 

“Please?” Kirishima begged. Bakugou sighed and rolled his eyes. 

“You’re not gonna leave me alone unless I agree to this, are you?” He asked. Kirishima lowered his hands and shook his head, smiling. 

“Probably not. I mean, look at [Y/N] here,” You looked up, hearing your name. “They look so board! Come on, Bakugou. Let’s hang out with them!” Kirishima said. Bakugou closed his eyes and sighed. 

“Fine,” he relented. “What do you idiots want to do?” He asked. Kirishima smiled and fist pumped the air. 

“Yes! Haha!” He looked at you. “I knew we’d get him!” Kirishima said. You smiled. Kirishima then put his finger to his chin in thought. “Hmm, well, I heard this place has a pool, you guys. Want to go?” He asked. You looked at him and smiled. 

“You had me at pool. Plus, I bet it’s empty right now.” You said. Kirishima nodded. Bakugou sighed. 

“I guess. But I’m only going for a bit. Seriously I need some,” 

“I know we’ll let you sleep, don’t worry man.” Kirishima assured. He looked at you. “Now here, go get in your bathing suit. You can have the bathroom. Bakugou and I’ll change here.” Kirishima said. You nodded. 

“Kay. I’ll be quick.” You said. Kirishima smiled. 

“Don’t worry, take your time.” He said. You got your bathing suit and walked into the bathroom, changing into it. You chuckled when you heard Bakugou growl at Kirishima, 

“Don’t throw your clothes at me, Weird Hair.” Kirishima just laughed. “All right. I’ll meet you two down there.” Bakugou said. 

“Hey, come on. Look, I’m done changing. You should really wait for [Y/N]. They’re still changing. It’s not very manly to ditch us, Bakugou.” Kirishima said. Bakugou scoffed. 

“Tch. You think I care?” Bakugou asked. When you were done changing, you opened the door and stepped out. The two males looked at you. Kirishima’s eyes widened. 

“Woah! I mean, you have a really nice bathing suit. It suits you.” He said. You chuckled and smiled. 

“Thank you, Kirishima. Your bathing suit suits you as well. It looks very manly.” You said. Kirishima smiled. 

“You think so? Thanks!” He said. Bakugou growled. 

“When you’re done being weird, I’ll be out in the hallway waiting for you two dumbasses.” Bakugou said. Kirishima chuckled. 

“Sorry. We’re right behind you, Bakugou. Lead the way.” Kirishima said. Bakugou opened the door, Kirishima holding it open for you. You smiled at Kirishima. 

“Thank you.” You said. Kirishima smiled. 

“No problem.” He let the door shut, the two of you joining Bakugou in walking to the pool. “Pools just down the hall from here. We really lucked out with our room.” Kirishima said. You nodded. 

“Mhm. Great view of the beach, close to the pool. We could probably just go straight to the beach, but I doubt that Mr. Aizawa would be okay with us leaving the resort at night.” You said. Kirishima nodded in agreement. Bakugou opened the door to the pool. That was when you three spotted a familiar green haired teen. 

“Hey!” Bakugou growled. Midoriya yelped slightly. 

Izuku Midoriya of Class 1-A! Quirk; One for All! When activated, green strands of electricity form around Izuku’s body! (This is the best way I know how to describe it)

“O-oh. Kachan.” He stammered. Bakugou glared at Midoriya. 

“Where do you think you’re going to, Deku?” He asked. Midoriya looked around nervously. You frowned and looked at Bakugou. 

“Hey, there’s no need for the attitude, Bakugou.” You said. 

“I-I was just, uh, going for a swim.” Midoriya said. “I saw that this place had a pool so,” 

“The hell you are,” Bakugou said, cutting Midoriya off. “Get back to your room, you stupid nerd.” Bakugou growled. You then saw a familiar half white half red haired teen behind Midoriya. It was Todoroki. The son of Endeavor.

Shoto Todoroki! Quirk: Half Cold, Half Hot! The left side of his body can produce ice, while the right side of his body can produce Fire! He refused to use his right side for a long while because it is a reminder of his father, Endeavor!

He looked at the green haired teen. 

“We can just swim tomorrow Midoriya.” Todoroki said. Midoriya nodded. You frowned. 

“Bakugou.” You scolded lightly, not that he listened to you. Midoriya looked down at his wrist. 

“Oh, r-right. Look at the time. It’s pretty late anyways. Good night.” Midoriya said, walking out of the pool area. You and Kirishima looked on. 

“Uh, good night, Midoriya. Todoroki.” Kirishima said. You looked at Bakugou and frowned. 

“Bakugou, that was pretty mean.” You said. Bakugou glared at you. 

“Do I look like I care?!” He shouted. You narrowed your eyes. You moved your hand out to the side, little bits of water collected at your fingers. You were activating your Quirk. You didn’t care if Bakugou was your roommate. He shouldn’t act that way towards a fellow classmate. Kirishima lay a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance. You relaxed your hand, the water droplets subsiding. 

“Don’t mind him. He’s always like that. Especially towards Midoriya.” He said. You sighed and nodded. 

“Yeah. I just wish I could understand why so I could try and help.” You said. Bakugou growled. 

“What’s going on between me and that stupid Deku is none of your concern, you extra. So don’t but into it.” He said. Kirishima sighed and opened the pool area door. He looked at you. 

“Anyway, after you,” Bokugou stormed through. “Ah, Bakugou!” Kirishima scolded. Kirishima looked at you. “Okay, after Bakugou then.” He said, making you chuckle a little bit. The pool area was a fairly good size. What caught your attention, was the hot tub near the back of the pool area. 

“I’m getting in the hot tub.” Bakugou said, having already taken off his shirt and setting it and his towel on a lounge chair. Kirishima’s eyes widened. 

“They have a hot tub? Yes!” He shouted. He proceeded to take off his shirt, leaving him in his swim trunks and setting it next to Bakugou’s stuff. You stood in place, debating on whether you wanted to get into the pool, or join the boys in the hot tub. On one hand, swimming in the pool would be pretty fun and it would give you a chance to practice with your Quirk more. On the other hand, relaxing in the hot tub after a long flight did sound pretty good. “I’m coming too. Hey, you,” Kirishima said, breaking you out of your trance. You looked at Kirishima. “Want to get in with us?” He asked. You looked at him. 

“You don’t mind?” You asked. Kirishima smiled and shook his head. 

“Not at all! Here, take my hand.” He said, holding out his hand. You took Kirishima’s hand, letting him lead you to the hot tub, where Bakugou was already relaxing. “You can sit right between us.” Kirishima said, letting you get in first. You got yourself situated, sitting next to Bakugou. You let out a sigh as the warm water hit your body. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to relax. You felt the water move slightly as Kirishima sat next to you. There was a comfortable silence, until Kirishima asked, “Hey, [Y/N],” 

You opened your eyes and looked at him. 

“Hmm?” You hummed. Kirishima smiled. 

“Sorry, I know you’re trying to relax and everything, it’s just, I don’t know that much about your Quirk. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about it?” He asked. You smiled and shook your head. 

“I don’t mind at all! Ask away.” You said. Kirishima chuckled and smiled. 

“Alright. So, I guess my first question is, what is your Quirk?” He asked. You smiled. 

“My Quirk is called Elemental. Basically, my Quirk allows me to control the Elements of Nature. Water, Earth, Fire and Air. I can also somewhat control a little bit of metal.” You explained. Kirishima’s eyes widened. 

“Woah! That’s like, super cool! Now, my next question would be, could you show me how you use it?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Of course! I’m only going to focus on Water, since there’s less of a chance for something to go wrong,” you said, chuckling. Kirishima chuckled as well. You lifted your hand, willing the water from the pool to bend to your will. “Normally, my Quirk only works on fresh water or salt water, but I think I could get it to work with the pool water.” You said. You started moving your arm and your hand back and forth. Almost instantaneously, a blob of water came shooting from the pool and gathered at your fingers. You held the water still for a moment and then resumed the back and forth motion, the water moving effortlessly with the movements.  

//Not my Gif//

Kirishima stared in wonder at your Quirk. Even though he didn’t show it, Bakugou was also slightly impressed. You moved your arm to the side and spread your fingers, willing the water to move back to the pool. Once it went back, you lowered your arm. Kirishima smiled and looked at you.

“That’s a pretty cool and powerful Quirk, [Y/N].” He said. You smiled.

“Thanks. The only draw back is, when I get too emotional, angry, sad, I, I loose control. I enter a state where my Quirk blocks everything out and my powers take control. It’s almost impossible to break me out of that state. I hate it when I get like that.” You said. Frowning, you looked down at your hands, resting on your knees. Bakugou sighed.

“You shouldn’t worry about that, dumbass,” he said, making you look at him in surprise. “With Mr. Aizawa’s Quirk, you won’t have to worry about that. He’s our teacher. He’ll help you learn to control it.” He said. Kirishima smiled and nodded.

“Yeah! What Bakugou said,” Kirishima said. You looked at Kirishima. Kirishima smiled at you. “You also have us, and our fellow classmates. And the other teachers at UA. If you ever need help, we’re all willing to help you out.” He said. You smiled.

“Thanks, guys. That really means a lot to me.” You said. Kirishima chuckled.

“No problem!”

You all descended into a comfortable silence once again, the only sounds that were heard was the bubbling of the hot tub, and the three of you breathing calmly. Kirishima looked over at Bakugou, and chuckled.

“Is Bakugou asleep on your shoulder?” He asked quietly. It was then you realized that there was a light pressure on your shoulder. You looked over and sure enough, Bakugou was asleep on your shoulder. He looked so calm and peaceful compared to how he normally was. Kirishima chuckled quietly. “Oh my gosh! He totally is!” He said. He smiled at you. “You two look so cute.” He said. You looked at him, slightly shocked.

“Huh? You mean as a possible couple?” You asked. Kirishima chuckled.

“Haha, don’t think about it too much, but yeah, kind of.” He said. You looked back at Bakugou. “Ah, I wish I had brought my phone with me, but he’d probably kill me if I took a picture.” He said. You chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah. He probably would. ‘What the hell, Shitty Hair! Delete that picture!’” You said, imitating Bakugou’s voice. Kirishima laughed.

“That was a great impression!” He said, trying to keep his laughs down. He sighed and looked at Bakugou again. “I guess he was pretty tired, huh. We should probably bring him back to our room, but he looks so peaceful and waking him up is kinda scary,” Kirishima said, chuckling. You chuckled.

“I bet it ends up in explosions, huh?” You asked. Kirishima chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah. Most of the time. Here, I’ll wake him up,” he said. He reached over and gently poked Bakugou in the cheek. “Hey, Bakugou. Blasty. Explosion boy,” he kept poking Bakugou in the cheek. Bakugou’s eyes twitched. He then grumbled and opened his eyes, glaring at Kirishima.

“Hmm?” He hummed. Kirishima smiled.

“Hey sleepy. Let’s head back to our room, k? And you totally drooled on [Y/N]’s shoulder.” Kirishima said, trying to hold back his smile and laughter. Bakugou groaned and lifted his head. You eyes must have been playing tricks on you. It looked like Bakugou might have been blushing. But as quickly as it had probably been there, the blush was gone.

“No I didn’t,” Bakugou said, glaring at Kirishima. “S’just the water from the hot tub.” Bakugou said, sitting up and stretching, groaning as his muscles popped. Kirishima chuckled.

“Sure. Alright, come on guys, I guess it’s probably time for bed now.” Kirishima said, standing up. You and Bakugou followed, getting out of the hot tub and walking over to your towels. You dried off and put your dry clothes over your swim suits. Bakugou was the first one to the door, like always. You fell into step with Kirishima. You looked at the red head.

“Bakugou’s kinda cute when he’s tired, isn’t he? Less, ‘Die! Die! Die!’ you know?” You asked. Kirishima laughed and nodded. Bakugou glared back at you and Kirishima.

“Shut up.” He growled. You and Kirishima chuckled.

“Alright, alright,” Kirishima said. He glanced at you. “Just between you and me, he’s kind of cuddly when he’s tired.” Kirishima whispered as you got to the door of your shared hotel room. Bakugou glared back at Kirishima.

“The hell are you saying to them?” Bakugou asked. Kirishima chuckled.

“Nothing.” Kirishima said. Bakugou huffed and opened the door, the three of you walking in. Kirishima sighed. “Ah, alright. I’m pretty tired myself too.” He said. You sighed, opening your suitcase and getting your pajamas out.

“The hot tub was pretty relaxing though, wasn’t it?” You asked. Kirishima nodded.

“Mm. You can go change into your pajamas in the bathroom, [Y/N].” He said. You nodded and went into the bathroom. Taking off your swimsuit, you dried off the rest of your body and changed into your pajamas.

“Idiot, fold your clothes.” You heard Bakugou tell Kirishima.

“I will, I will.”

Once you were done changing, you opened the door and walked out. Bakugou and Kirishima had changed into their pajamas as well. Bakugou sighed.

“Alright. I’m going to bed now. You idiots better be quiet.” Bakugou said, moving his suitcase to the foot of his bed and pulling back the covers, slipping beneath them and letting his head hit the pillow. You nodded.

“Alright. Good night, Bakugou.” You said. You set your own suitcase at the foot of your bed, pulling back the covers and laying down. Kirishima laid down in his own bed and turned off the lights. You closed your eyes, about to let your mind drift away, when Bakugou spoke,

“Hey. I’m cold,” he said. You opened your eyes and looked at Bakugou. Kirishima turned in his bed and looked at the male as well.

“Huh, you’re cold?” He asked. You nodded.

“It’s not that cold.” You said. The AC wasn’t on and there were no windows cracked open to allow a breeze. Bakugou growled.

“Shut up, both of you. Just get over here.” Bakugou said. You and Kirishima sat up in your beds.

“Where’s this coming from all of the sudden?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou growled again.

“Just come on.” He said. You smiled slightly and pulled back the blankets. Kirishima shrugged and did the same.

“Well, okay. Come on, [Y/N]. Let’s warm Bakugou up.” He said. You smiled, climbing out of the bed.

“Right behind ya, Kiri.” You said. You walked up to the bed. Kirishima looked at you, smiling.

“Here, you can get in between us.” He said. You blinked.

“You sure?” You asked. Kirishima nodded. You shrugged and crawled into bed, laying next to Bakugou. You felt the bed dip as Kirishima crawled in next to you. Warmth enveloped you with the two boys laying on either side of you. You felt the blanket move as Bakugou turned to face you. He hummed.

“Hmm. You’re warm as hell.” Bakugou said. You arched an eyebrow.

“Thanks?” You asked, not knowing if that was meant to be a compliment. Kirishima hummed as well.

“They are, aren’t they.” He said. There was a moment of silence. Kirishima yawned. “I’m pretty comfortable. Are you comfortable, [Y/N]?” He asked. You yawned as well, nodding.

“Yeah. I’m comfortable.” You whispered. Kirishima smiled. You felt him nuzzle his nose into your back slightly. You thought nothing of it.

“Good. Bakugou is being pretty cuddly right now. That’s rare. You’re lucky.” He said, making you chuckle slightly. Bakugou groaned and yawned.

“Both of you shut up. Let me sleep.” Bakugou said. You yawned again.

“Sorry.” You said, finally letting your eyes close, letting your mind drift away. Kirishima sighed.

“Alright. Well, see you two in the morning. Night.” Kirishima said. He let his eyes close as well, relishing in the warmth that both you and Bakugou gave him. He felt his heart flutter. Feelings were rising in Kirishima’s heart that he didn’t quite understand. He would wait a little longer to tell you and Bokugou.

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[firespirited]

the wildest stupidest thing just happened, I live in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. I go out to walk Talia the chihuahua 100 yards from home, see the local yobbo on a moped who doesn’t wear a helmet and does wheelies and whatnot up and down the one way street and he’s sat on his scooter looking ill with two police dudes crowding him so I snap a photo, like 30 m away and I’m obvious about it then put my phone away because I’m going to keep walking past him and ask is everything’s alright sirs, has there been an accident? yadda yadda neighbourly stuff. I walk up and before I can say anything sunglasses cop gets in my face wants to know why I took a photo and I need to hand him my phone right now because that’s illegal and must be deleted. (assume all caps speech from sunglasses)

If he’d been remotely polite and non-threatening, I probably would have complied, dog knows I’ve let systemic medical violence happen like I was watching it as an omniscient narrator. but because he came on so strong I’m frozen and robotic and worried for the young man if he’s this furious at a passerby.

I yammered something about just making sure the dude’s ok, you never know, sometimes things get out of hand and sunglasses wants to know why I’d assume that and I mumbled theyoungmanisn’twhitesosometimesthisdoesn’talwaysgogreat. Partner was chilling but sunglasses was really upset that “I’m profiling him”. Thank goodness he didn’t say reverse racism outright because that might have made me laugh - I have zero social skills and this man looks like this but buff skipped leg day full black uniform, black upper arm tats and crew cut #2.

I stay frozen (my brain is starting to feed me fawn/de-escalation/police soothing sympathy lines -because duh you guys know my childhood and teens- but it’s not making its way to my mouth) and don’t hand over my phone, “is that legal sir?” “yes it’s illegal and dangerous to publish photos of police. you are in violation, police endangerment, if you refuse to hand over your phone you’ll be sent to the gendarmerie” and somehow gendarmerie snapped me back: I can deal with gendarmes, the locals are fairly chill: they helped us sort out a restorative justice plan about ten years ago when a helper stole a large amount of money. I said “ok. yes. gendarmes, sir are you really sure this is legal?” and so he told me to sit down and the gendarmes would be called. I feel oddly relieved that I’m forced to be present with the young man so I sit right there in front of the moped (Talia was so unbothered by all of this - she would make a terrible guard dog), though he’s looking alright, I think he was just scared so I text M: “I’m close, at the olive grove corner but in trouble with the police for taking a photo, could she look up my rights” (I don’t have data).

Anyway five to ten minutes later, sunglasses has made a bunch of phone calls. I’m told I’m “allowed to leave” but sunglasses “would like to give me his strong opinion that I'm extremely prejudiced and shouldn’t interfere or make assumptions”. I get up and walk away with the intent of staying half way down the road but the gendarme car had arrived and a bunch of folks had appeared as it’s the end of school so I asked the dude if he was going to be ok and he said “yeah, it was my bad and it’s cool” and walked to M coming down the road - she had not looked up if it was legal, just thrown on a jacket and run out.

Anyway https://blog.droit-et-photographie.com/retour-sur-le-droit-a-limage-des-policiers/ it is totally legal to film police or gendarmes AND legal to publish. Sunglasses is in ‘us vs them’ mode, I could see it from his body language from far away and that’s a THEM problem (that and his collagues are smashing skulls left and right on TV right now).

This is so stupid and surreal, I barely leave the house, I live in a tiny town on the border of provence and haven’t been able to protest in decades and my crip-ass with a tiny dog is getting in trouble? LMAO.

Moped yobbo will need to redo his permit with the gendarmerie. It’s not a police matter*, i saw a police van and assumed there had been an accident or a crime. Pretty sure these two were supposed to be in town in case of protest vandalism but saw moped youngster and decided to rack one up.

this is the photo, a blurry thumb photo, it didn’t need emoji censoring and they’d moved away from the dude by the time I could snap.

PS if you’re french download the Urgence Violences Policieres app

*Turns out there are 8 police officers in town and they have jurisdiction over protests, curfews, mayoral protection, dangerous animals and traffic.

[fixomnia-scribble]

Big damn personal rant after very little sleep and two large coffees; scroll on by as you like.

I forgive far too quickly and am so hasty to land in a neutral-to-positive mindset, when I need to let myself rage around and actually, be rightfully and righteously furious for a while. Oh, there are many many reasons, all linked with a life history of ADHD-masking and anxiety about taking up space, being seen as uncooperative, uncontained, and god forbid, needing to ask for anyone’s help. Knowing that is still at some distance from actively working at it - and why, indeed, would I want to start dismantling the coping mechanisms that have served me so well and gotten me through seriously awful shit, in the midst of a rising pile of stressors? I don’t have much of a gene for anger, but I do need to up-regulate it instead of letting it fester into bitterness.

This is sparked by the family-viction notice, BTW. I would not want to be the daughter in the situation, who must know that her father has evicted a 12-year tenant with two and a half months notice, so that she can move in. “I don’t feel good about it either,” was the landlord’s protest. I would bloody hope not. I am not remotely interested in arguments that “well, that’s the law.” It is a bad law, unjustly applied and subject to broad overreach from its original intention. There is not a single moral, ethical or reasonable argument to support the way it is applied. I did not ask him to contemplate how he would feel someone doing the same to his daughter, because a) I am too nice and b) I need landlord references, and must grit my teeth on that.

This eviction is the result of the student housing crisis in my city - never mind that I am also a student. Which means I am also dealing with my end of term Grad papers and presentations, getting my 120 undergrad students through their final papers, trying to sort out an unwanted job search/change, AND NOW having to completely dig out and uproot my life, all at the same time. That’s the mental and practical mountain. At the heart of my emotional reaction is the combined sense of being invaded in my home and utter powerlessness about it. Nightmare level stuff. Just after a parkade/car smash break-in, too. (/rant)

I am so easily set off by injustice. I’ll go full Mama Bear on behalf of others, and find resources and supports and case law, dammit. When I am the one affected by an unjust situation, though, my outward reaction is to squirm away from wrathful feelings (silver linings! neutral mind! you should actually thank the person for giving you the chance to grow...real classic victim-brain stuff), and immediately assure people that I’m fine, it’ll all work out, even better than before! and here are the possible solutions I have already found. Heaven forbid I should open the door to my parents’ tendency to grill me very hard for information or try to get me to perform an emotional reaction, just because they need to feel like they’re doing something and are needed. Let alone put any more goop on the shoulders of friends who are also dealing with their own goop.

Before I sign off on this rant I need to point out the incredible depth and long history of a handful of very dear friendships, which have let me stumble through learning to admit when I’m overwhelmed and pissed off and terrified and feeling bruised. The above is not about you. As you know, you’re not people that I need to be “on” for. You’re my people. Huge difference. Difference beyond words. You know who you are, and if it’s possible for me to fling any more armloads of appreciation and adoration at you, well, just tell me where and when.

And yeah, it’ll all work out, even better than before. Already have a pile of possible solutions. Many of them due to the abovementioned friends.

[vespcrtines]

Oh, thank God. He didn’t catch the Romeo thing. Josie’s whole chest sagged with—what? Relief? No, wait, maybe disappointment. Or relief? Or maybe something pricklier, something that tightened up in her ribs and made her want to fidget and fuss and cry and laugh all at once. Disappointment. Unless that was relief? Shoot.

She didn’t know. Her head was starting to throb, the world tilting ever so slightly sideways, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out the right way to breathe. Maybe it's something she'd sort out later tonight, tucked up in bed, picking apart every word with twitchy fingers, panicking when she couldn't find a way to sew them back together. If she'll even be tucked up in bed, with the way her head was pounding—Mom would kill her before letting the chance of an untreated concussion stick under her roof.

Wait, none of that matters right now!

Right now, the worry catches fast on the way Frankie's hand flies down to his knee, the way his freckled face twists up into something pained, pinched, something she recognizes way too well. Her heart lurches sideways and slams right into her ribs.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, Lord above.

Had throwing Josie hurt Frankie?

The thought alone sends her flying into motion, crashing through the house like a small, frantic hurricane, crash, thump, smack, smash. She barely keeps her feet under her, skidding wildly on the stairs with her arms out for some semblance of balance, ricocheting off the landing, stumbling over one of Mom's throw rugs so hard she pinballs straight into the wall. Hanna-Barbara style, with her arms smashed outward, stars bursting behind her eyes, tweety-birds around her head that looked strangely like Tanny, but she barely lets it sit to simmer. She has bigger, more urgent problems to attend to: Frankie Buchanan—hero of the hour, her knight in shining armor, her best boy friend (damn, stupid, ugly space!) in the whole wide world—was hurt and it was all her fault.

(And did he say it would be lonely without him in here? He was right, of course, but how did he know that?)

Panting, gasping, wild-eyed, she throws open the door and practically launches herself outside, her hands grabbing Frankie's shoulders before he could even let that poor, strained smile falter.

"Are you okay? Oh my God, Finn, Frankie, are you okay?" she babbles, eyes scanning him frantically like she could spot the damage just by sheer will. "Did I kick you? I definitely kicked you, didn’t I? Oh, Finn—shoot, just lean on me, I'll get you inside, I'll lay you up on the couch—I'll make you some tea, okay? Some of Laurie's fancy tea, not the perfumey stuff, I know where he hides the good bags!"

She's already trying to wedge herself under his arm, half ready to fireman-carry him inside if he so much as wobbled. She doesn't care if he protests, she doesn't care if it was dramatic. Frankie got hurt saving her and now it was her sacred duty as the damsel in distress to make it right.

Even if she might knock them both over doing it.

That scream of hers could shake the heavens...well, okay. Maybe that's a little too poetic for Josie launching clear through the window. Perhaps it could be heard halfway to Grambleton, but most realistically, it could be heard by that shack Uncle Shannon calls a home just across the way. It's loud enough for the hairs on the back of Frankie's neck to stand up, concern etching into his freckled features.

What's worse is the cartoonish clatter of objects crashing on the other side. Shoot, here he was, trying to be all heroic and such, a pudgy fireman saving a kitten from a tree. Which, for-your-information, is really hard and often leaves you stuck in a tree yourself, only to be saved an hour later by your eerily strong baby sister...not that he speaks from experience.

He's about to call back out, the start of "Jo" on his tongue when her frizzy head pops out of the window, grinning ear to ear. He abruptly stops as his own, all too bright smile stretches across his lips. Oh, thank goodness! He lets out a breathless chuckle, blue eyes wide and sparkly as she speaks, his nose crinkling in delight at the sight of her busted overall buckle. A small price to pay, but it's far better than a broken bone or concussion on Josie's end.

"Well, I don't know about alla that, Jojo," he says in between little chuckles. "I don't think I got the actin' chops for that." Or a strong enough jaw, but he omits that part. He doesn't need to air out all his insecurities to his darling friend.

A sharp pain stabs at his knee again, Frankie's hand flying down to rub it -- the sting is sharp enough for the word Romeo to fly right over his head, his face scrunching up for a moment before he lifts that same hand towards her in a thumbs up.

"I'm all good, don't you worry," he lies with a strained grin. "You mind letting me in, though? I'm sure it's awful lonely in there without me."