#the ravager code

[raccoonfallsharder]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well 🩶 Thought you might like to know I’ve (finally) got some more of The Ravager Code out on Ao3. Absolutely no obligation to read it just thought you might like to know. Anyways, have a great day. 😊

i WOULD like to know that!! thank you ♡♡♡ i will definitely go read as soon as i get the chance (maybe this weekend???)

thank you, angel!

[battleswanofciya]

Experiment: The Ravager Code by KC Stratz

It���s an OC story, kinda like a what if Yondu Udonta adopted a girl after Peter left and it includes some much needed content for he OG Ravagers(Stakar, Aleta, Martinex, Charlie-27, Krugarr, Mainframe), it’s so so good and pretty much the only fanfic I keep up with!!!

Anyone got some Guardians of the Galaxy fanfics they can recommend. Don't care what it is about, just something that was so good it left an impression on you

I go first:

Put Your Ray Gun To My Head

It's about Peter getting a nasty concussion during a battle and the rest of the guardians taking care of him while being a bit out of their element, not knowing much about this thing called "concussion". Can only recommend it, very good story

[arsenalsroy]

my outlaws

[shockstarcels]

i love how soundwave is portrayed as a good, and gentle father to the cassetticons, but a monster to the autobots. people mistaken his silence for neutrality, when the truth is he would willingly curse, and vilify the autobots, slandered them with propaganda, until the entire planet of Cybertron and his moon would turn against them.

[blueskyscribe]

Here is how easy it would have been to fix the "Breakdown rejects Bumblebee's friendship / relationship" episode:

Show Frenzy refusing to follow Soundwave's orders (which would pick up the Season 1 plot thread of Frenzy saying "We don't have to follow him anymore") and running wild. Soundwave is so overworked by Shockwave that he can't do much about it.

Breakdown makes the deal with Bumblebee to sneak out to freedom, but on the way to the meeting point he keeps having to go on sidequests to save Frenzy from herself. Like he sees her about to zoom down a steep slope on a cyber-skateboard and narrowly whisks her out of mid-air before she slams into a solid cliff face. Then he sees her about to dive into a "swimming hole" because she ignored that there's industrial strength acid dripping into it that would dissolve her. And so on.

And by the time he reaches Bumblebee he's like "I have to stay with the Decepticons so this dumb kid doesn't get herself killed." And Bumblebee is upset, but understands.

(I would cut out all the crap about racing with the comic book held hostage, sorry but that was so stupid. Maybe there's a 'race' of sorts to save Frenzy from her latest stunt and Bee helps and outspeeds Breakdown . . . I think the only narrative point of the race was to introduce bots getting super-charged by Chaos Lightning.)

Hell, maybe you could even work in something about Breakdown feeling sad that the Chaos Terrans are dead, like he feels like he could have prevented it if he was more involved with them.

It could end with Breakdown returning to Soundwave and telling him that he can come to Breakdown if he needs to share his workload so that he can keep a better eye on Frenzy, and there could be a line like "After all, we Decepticons have to watch out for each other. 'Cause who else will?"

[lime-is-superior]

I have a huge crush on u 😭😭

Come on now don't be shy and say it to my face. I don't bite!

[immobiliter]

✿ what about herta and phainon now that... 3.3 and our discussions happened -- and lingsha/moze as a bonus if you have any thoughts besides what we've exstensively plotted of their schemes already!

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME / @apocryphis

FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies ( assuming that phainon succeeds in dragging herta out for an adventure or two lmaoo ) / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends ( i wouldn't really class them as enemies BUT ) / other

lmao can you tell that i really want them to be friends ventium. i've bolded good and bad influences because i feel like these two could honestly both learn from each other in a really intriguing way, especially as canon grinds on forward. plus if phainon is on a path of future emanator-hood or this is about to be unleashed in him going forward, i think keeping him around another emanator like herta could be really interesting. even if she's no expert on the destruction, with phainon being a pawn at the mercy of forces out of his control and being pulled in opposing directions, i would love to offer herta as an alternative influence. someone who i think would encourage him to assert autonomy over his life and choices in a way that we're not seeing from either the flame-chase journey or lygus going by that end scene in 3.3. that particular scene is just extra ammunition for herta to eviscerate that robot off the face of the planet jsyk phainon lmao.

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other

FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other

ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other

a lot of this stuff is really dependent on how canon unfolds and whether herta and phainon are eventually pitted against each other, but for the purpose of our arc seeing as they are already acquainted, i like to think that we'll be able to bring some nuance and complicated feelings into the mix. she may write him off as boring and not worthy of her time right now, but this is absolutely going to change and i'm very much here for that shift in perspective on her part. if he notices her becoming rather partial to aglaea however, she would like him to keep his mouth firmly shut thank you

FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime ( not crime just good old fashioned scheming ) / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals ( whenever moze isn't on the luofu ) / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other

i'm stuck on who would be the bad influence here because sure moze kills people but lingsha is no saint and she does take a twisted sense of enjoyment in watching her schemes unfold lmao so. i think with these two it's their willingness to accept the worst parts of each other and that they won't judge each other for skirting those moral lines and resorting to what is necessary to protect their own or things that matter to them

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other

FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other

ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other

so... i don't want to cross off romance and rule it out altogether but i just don't see these two going this route at present. i think this is one of those let them both just do their thing and see what happens kind of dynamic. lingsha is a caring individual who would grow to become quite protective over moze i think, but in return i like to think that he would become just as protective over her and that's where i think the ride or die element would come into it

[lazlolullaby]

Stakar: what would your father say? You breaking the Ravager Code? Peter: well, my father was an egomaniacal brain in the middle of a homicidal planet - don't worry he's dead now, but Yondu? *Clicks the safety off, keeps the blaster on Stakar* Star-Lord: He'd buy me an ice cream.

[cleverthylacine]

Today on Subeta

It's Miss Disinformation (about to become a Mrs) live and in gijinka!

In the SG version of VoS, Senator Shockwave arranged for his younger brother to marry the femme that he was mad about. Shots were fired at that conjuncture ceremony which was one of the important events leading to the war.

Also, she is not an idiot who gives away important information on social media. She uses social media to keep the Autobots absolutely running around in circles until they get caught in her web of small believable lies and big flagrant hilarious lies. She is an influencer, in more ways than one, hahahahaha.

[martyrbat]

dcu halloween special (2009)

[ID: a one page story titled “The Lady Who Lives Down the Lane” from the above mentioned comic. In it, three children are all dressed up in some variant of a zombie Halloween costume. They're standing at a iron gate and are staring at a large, gothic house that has all the lights on. The girl tells them, “No one has ever seen her face and survived...” Her friend adds on, “I heard her father made her crazy and her hair turned white.” The third child, a boy dressed like a zombie football player with a fake popped out eye, is unimpressed by the rumors and says, “Big deal. My father makes me crazy too.” He unlocks the gate as the other boy gossips, “I heard she poked out her own eye!” The girl continues, “I heard it from my friend's sister's cousin's boyfriend that she can see the future. For reals.” The skeptical kid dismisses, “Yeah, right. Probably just some stingy old lady who doesn't want to give out candy. Well, I'm not afraid of her.”

The kid walks up to the door and rings the doorbell to reveal Rose Wilson dressed in her Ravager costume! The boy tells her trick or treat and Rose silently raises her hands to her mask. She hooks her finger underneath it and pushes it up to reveal her full face without the viewer seeing it. The child screams out in fear, dropping his candy bag and running away with his friends! But Rose simply picks up the candy and complacently smiles as she says to herself, “I love Halloween.” END ID]

[guardian-angel12]

Yondu with Tess 😂🥰

[raccoonfallsharder]

tessa udonta

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there's just something really fucken amazing about getting the opportunity to draw a badass babe. ♡ meet tessa udonta. she was created by @guardian-angel12 and she's the fuckin coolest. i couldn't see the original art that inspired her (the link looks to be broken for some reason), so everything is based off what i was able to read about her. basically, she's the result of ronan the accuser negotiating with the high evolutionary so the latter would create the "perfect assassin" for the kree. what a bunch of a-holes

tessa used to be just your typical terran girl, i think? but now she has the rad-as-hell look of some kind of mercuric goddess ~ silver hair, and silver eyes that glow when she uses her newfound abilities (which don't get discovered till later). what are those abiliites? the ability to manipulate metallic properties and turn her body to steel. which also means it really sucks for her to be on cold planets because lots of metals do not generally respond well to cold temperatures. (love me some powers that have logical limits). pretty sure she was more-or-less adopted by ravagers around age nineteen, which is already an exciting plot point. basically i love her and i need to know more

luckily for me, i now have the ability to read tessa's story (starting with the revised part one). she's such a badass and i can't wait to learn more about her ♡♡♡ relatedly, i need someone to start like, a fanfiction book-club

thank you, my friend, for letting me doodle your lovely badass metal assassin. i love her so much. 10/10 have a crush, and getting to play with her eye-glow was one of my favorite things in the world. i am truly grateful! ♡♡♡

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[cauterisen]

save me biblically accurate / period accurate kimiko/hinata song save me...

[pinkmirth]

thinking about s/o who likes to dress up their vampire bf (yes i'm talking about adrian) and they always make sure that he likes the outfit too. he's just so pretty i can't 🥺

𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖ 𓈒 “DOTE” FT. ADRIÁN ‘ALUCARD’ ȚEPEȘ! ⸻ ( 2k+ ) words of ⨾ fluff + suggestive/nsfw, alucard x fem!reader ( black-coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

my love letter! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ oh my goodness luna, i adore this!!! doting on adrian and clothing him sounds like a dream! it’s moving enough for me to want to put it into words . . . i ended up writing this out to be a teensy bit sentimental, if that’s okay! i feel like he’d be hesitant to receive affection but eventually ends up reveling in it because it’s just what he needed! adrian truly deserves some loveee, and i’m here to give it to him >.< please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading! ❤︎

there’s something you and your lover like to call the ‘ echoes, ’ simply put, for any noise that bounces off the walls resounds throughout the entire castle. it’s a reliable system, and adrian’s able to use it to call your attention from anywhere within it.

“darling,” there goes his soothingly silken voice, ringing out all the way from the east wing. at times, you’re amused at how it can reach you from this far. “would you come over and give this a look, please?”

at his plea, you’ll be there. so you settle down the leatherback-book you’d been reading, slinking the pad of your finger beneath a page to fold it by the crisp outer corner.

“coming!”

you’re sure he feels you nearing, courtesy of your shallow-heeled footsteps thudding upon the wine-red shag of his home’s romanian rugs. he acknowledges your presence by swinging open the door to the primary bedroom.

you didn’t think you’d have to tiptoe around mountain-sized heaps of clothing upon entering adrian’s chamber— his closet’s practically ravaged. although, living with a dhampir was never known to be an experience short of surprises.

in the midst of all the madness is where he stands, still adorned in his cream nightgown. he’s got a garment clutched in one hand and a pullover tunic in the other. the subtle veins running along his slender hands makes his grip look exasperated. alucard appears to be having one of those days— where nothing feels just right.

“what’s all this, dear? thought you’d have been dressed by now,” you call out, making your way around a stockpile of trousers to approach him. gently, your delicate hands come to settle upon the broad expanse of his clothed chest. just as he figured it would, your touch immediately soothes him.

the man sighs before he speaks. “i apologize,” adrian peers down at you from where he stands, dropping both items to rest his hands on either side of your hips, “i’ll make sure to clean up afterwards.”

“no worries,” you hum, offering him a warm, sweet smile. when he tends to grow reckless, you know what he needs most is a dash of affection. “you wanted me to take a look at something, yes?”

“i did,” he mumbles, sunny eyes flitting over to his plundered closet, “though now i’m seriously reconsidering every single piece that i own.”

you don’t make a point to say it, but you know it isn’t about the blouses or the pants or any of those things. it’s his mind that tends to run rampant on all that’s been and all he’s lost. at tines, it manifests into agitation, a period of overstimulation where one thing makes him shirk and another gets him withdrawn. despite it all, he’s consoled that you’re here to reel him back in and distract him from himself in that dreamy little way that you do.

“show me the one you were last contemplating on, adrian.” you do it with such ease, pulling him out of his own head and bringing him back into the moment. for a good second, he thinks of just how lucky one man could possibly be.

“go on,” you pat his chest, and his lips flit up into a subtle grin. now more content, adrian scours for it and eventually plucks it off an embroidered chair situated in the corner; only God knows how it got there.

pinched between his index and thumbs, alucard holds up the top, exaggerated sleeves and all, presenting it to you; a simple chestnut colored option that shares the same wood-like hue as the bedpost.

“my twelfth option of the day,” he snidely notes. his sarcasm pries giggle from you. “what do you think, love?”

“it’s quite pretty,” you tilt your head, inspecting the piece with sparkly, concentrated eyes. he admires the way a wispy strand of hair falls along to drape against your face. just precious, he believes.

“it’s a little puffy at the sleeves, though.”

“i knew it,” adrian attests, “this is too . . . flouncy.”

“oh, forget what i said! it’s the perfect amount of flouce.”

“no no, it’s far too much. it’s practically screaming at me.” to that, you chuckle a bit. he can be ever so keen to such minute details.

theatrically, adrian mounts the nearby bed and flops atop the tousled sheets, an exhale leaving the depths of his chest upon impact. “i suppose this is just an ‘only-underwear’ sort of day.” you nearly add that he might as well free himself as a whole and go naked, but the poor man would flush so badly that you choose to refrain.

“you know, adrian,” you scan over his collection, eyeing the finest of silks, puffed shirts and ruffles. his wardrobe practically looks fitting for that of wallachian royalty. “i could make it easy, choose an outfit for you.”

its sudden, how he sits upright and turns to you. his eyes blink just a bit wider, a little slower. alucard’s mouth strikingly quirks upwards in a way that makes you believe he hadn’t been comfortable with the idea— almost as though you’d been meaning to treat him like a child.

“you’d . . . dress me up?”

you retract in the slightest, “only if you’d like. it isn’t a must—”

“please,” he ultimately responds, tone soft and low, “by all means.” it had just been the thought of the sheer intimacy that dazed him. you selecting what would fit him best through your eyes, pulling himself free of his clothes, revealed unto you as you’re dolling him up . . . it all sounds so touching and right now, he wants nothing more.

he can feel palpable relief roll off of you in waves as you beam, “sounds perfect, then.” he calms himself and fixes his countenance, gracing you with a sincere smile. rosy pigment scatters itself upon his face. you catch onto that hopeful glimmer in his eye, one that shows he’s pleased though you can’t quite place it. he’s too softened to say that gratitude has overcome him.

your back is facing him as you rummage around and take your pick, “undress while i put something together, alright?”

“bold request,” adrian characteristically quips. you merely laugh, “you should be bare once i turn around, you hear?”

he hums in acknowledgment, although he opts for tidying up the room first. you can’t see him with your back turned, yet you know he made use of his vampirian speed to grab and fold all his clothes that’d been thrown-askew, including the night attire he’d already been wearing. it amazes you that it only took him a solid eight seconds to complete it all.

“i’m sure that’s convenient,” you muse, turning his way with your selections in hand. alucard’s bare now, adorned in nothing other than his undergarments. a plain and skimpy pair of beige-white breeches shouldn’t excite you so— but god, they hang so low on his hips it’s like they’re barely even there. and how could you possibly ignore the way the cloth clings to his thighs? his arms look strong and coiled like wire, and the chiseled lining of his lean torso is embellished by the fleshy-pink scar that runs past his abdomen all the way up the center of his firm chest.

adrian can only hold your gaze for so long before realizing that you’re drinking him in. consciously, he pivots his head the other way as though to escape it, allowing his lengthy hair to drape down and cover the flushing of his fair cheeks.

you inch up to him, setting the clothes on his bedside. you find his larger hand to interlace with your own, and he only grows redder. there’s an indescribable pride that comes with being capable of riling him up.

“oh, don’t tell me you’re shy,” your hum is sugary like marmalade, “i’ve seen you before . . . you’re beautiful.”

“oh my god,” he whispers, pressing a palm to his heated face. sometimes adrian finds you to be too sweet. he isn’t sure how you haven’t yet succeeded at killing him with all your flattery. he bashfully smiles, cheeks warm as you stand high on your toes to peck them. “you and that mouth of yours.”

“i’ll leave you alone before you overheat,” you tease, halting your affections to return to the task at hand. “you love to toy with me,” he breathes out, and your giggle confirms it. you then display your choices; fitted pants of black leather paired with a warm-tan blouse, one that brings out the shine of his sharp eyes and adds a flush of vitality to his fair skin. interestingly enough, it resembles the color of his golden hair. you’d gone with something similar to his typical style so that he’d feel comfortable wearing it; though you know he’s been rather picky today.

“is it okay?” the way you await his approval makes his heart throb right within his chest. if only you knew that you handpicking anything for him was enough to make him fall in absolute love with it. it had never really been the outfit— he’s sure he just needed you all along.

“more than okay.” he smiles up at you, lips soft and pale-pink. you wonder if you’d end up altering the mood if you leaned down to kiss him. “well chosen, dear.”

“i know just what you like, don’t i?” you sound quite delighted, and it warms him up inside. “but of course. it’s my closet, after all.” the both of you share a knowing laugh that makes you feel so wholesome, so bound. you’ll be sure to commit the feeling to memory.

he then rises to his feet, standing a solid foot above you as he works his way into the bottoms you chose. a pout overtakes you, pretty lips pursed as you whine, “i could’ve done that!”

“you’ll get to fix the blouse. sounds fair, yes?” adrian knows if you were to have worn his pants for him, the hard-on he’d sport would’ve been more than embarrassing. you’ve seen each other vulnerable a good amount of times, and made love even more than what could be counted, but during a moment like this would only sully the mood, he’s sure.

with a hum, you give in. “fine,” your fingers trace against the threading of his shirt, “sit back down for me. you’re too tall for me to dress you from here,” alucard’s always found the contrast in size between the both of you to be endearing, especially whenever you go on to mention it. you’re surprised he decides to choose obedience instead of poking fun. he takes his place upon the bed and makes room for you to settle atop his lap. it’s instinctive, how quickly his hands reach for your waist. he rubs them along the patterning of your corset.

“arms out,” you’re a little less content when his touch leaves you, though you adore how well he listens. you ease the top over his head, onto his arms and finally onto the rest of his frame, tucking away the mussed locks of wavy blonde hair that fall array.

“i’ll brush it out for you later, adri,” you murmur, smoothing down the frizz before bringing your hands to cradle his cheeks. his face looks simply ethereal this close; flawlessly structured, handsome yet elegant. once again, his hands find their rightful place upon your sides. you watch him melt in your very hold when you coo, “my pretty boy.”

he whimpers a lowly call of your name. “thank you . . for all of it.” you know these sort of pocketed moments mean so much to him. his gentle pitch wavers with the subtlest hint of desire; you’d know the sound of it anywhere. still soft-spoken, though the slightest bit deeper. raspier, even. he only reserves such a tone for you.

your response is hushed, just about breathless, “always, adrian.” the pair of you are so close that the straightened tip of his nose grazes against your own. when the tension grows too thick and you can no longer escape his lips reeling you in like magnets, you finally lean into him and let your mouths slot, warmth blooming between you. his lithe fingers roam and you suckle at his bottom lip, prying a soft groan out of him.

alucard kisses you with longing, the span of his fangs subtly clashing against the pearly white of your teeth as he works at prodding his tongue inside, nipping at your lips and tasting of you. he frees out soft, little ‘ i love you ’ amongst all the licking and sucking.

you both wind up toppling down onto the bed, with his back to the mattress and your squished breasts to his heart. making out with a man such as adrian always gets so heavy; you’re panting into each other's mouths, swallowing up the other one’s sounds, and you just can’t seem to help but slowly roll your hips into the stiffness of his crotch. a handful of minutes with him already has you entirely soiled.

“this is becoming something else,” alucard breaks away with a huff, fighting himself not to rip off the clothes you just adorned him in.

but fuck, you aren’t helping. “allow it, then . . .” is your solution, bringing the plush surface of your lips to suckle along his jaw, against the column of his throat, right down his neck . . . no point in refraining now. you eased him of his worries, and he only wants nothing more than to repay you.

“quite a shame, dear.” it truly is— especially considering that you put together such a stylish assortment for him. “now everything must be undone.”

© 𝒫𝐼𝑁𝐾ℳ𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻! ⸻ all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! ❤︎

[bunnydracula]

my friend mohamed’s cat, amy, is older than all three of his children! he carried her with him when he and his family were forced to evacuate their home in north gaza due to the brutal colonizing forces and their us-funded death squads ravaging palestine for its land.

here is amy now - she’s been skin and bones since the genocide has prevented mohamed from accessing adequate care for her illness. still, she makes his children smile and he hopes to get treatment for her when they are able to evacuate into egypt. just the same as mohamed plans on finding care for his wife, who is suffering from advanced uterine cancer, mohamed cares a great deal about this little cat.

here’s another picture of amy and of the two birds that mohamed’s family escaped north gaza with. how incredible is it that so many palestinians refuse to abandon their beloved animals, even as the occupation indiscriminately brutalizes and destroys all life?

something beautiful happened! this tiny kitten has joined mohamed’s family in the tent! abdul rahman, sarah, and lynn all love this kitten and hope that they are able to bring it across the border when the rafah crossing opens back up.

despite serious illness, mohamed’s daughter sarah talks constantly about how much she loves these cats and wants to play with them again. mohamed tells me that she loves cats more than she loves her own parents sometimes. i understand her. can you help keep her safe and ensure that she can bring these animals with her to egypt?

donations increased temporarily after the election results were called, then slowed down again as americans seem to retreat back into themselves. please let these people hold your attention this time.

mohamed is #192 on this verification sheet.

if you would like an alternative method for donating, please use this cashapp QR code to send money to mohamed’s fundraising coordinator. we are in constant contact and mohamed confirms to me that 100% of these funds are sent directly to him without delay.

please help me protect this family and their pets.

[chrollohearttags]

mini part 2 of love thy neighbor

something something..plug!sukuna finally getting comfortable enough to fuck his pretty little neighbor turned girlfriend like he means it (really wants to without holding back). He’s always pictured you as the daintiest, softest thing to ever exist. From the first day you guys met, there’s been this innate sense to protect you from any sort of danger. Especially the ones associated with his line of work…he knows you're cut from an entirely separate cloth than he is yet, you always try your best to fit into his world. Because of that, he tries his damndest to shield you from it. He never wants you to worry yourself with his problems or what he may be doing. Hell, he’d hate himself if you ever caught a glimpse of one of his transactions or got caught in a heated situation. Ryo has such a terrible habit of trying to soften things, despite the fact that you’ve told him how much his infantilizing bothered you.

“I’m just going to the store, I forgot flour..”

“That was just the delivery guy, had to meet him downstairs.”

dressing it up in flowery and honestly nauseating language. Make no mistake, you weren’t thrilled about his lifestyle by any stretch of the imagination. The violence and drugs wasn’t some turn on like portrayed on social media and trust, Jesus would come back before you ever partook. But you weren’t some exalted being that needed divine protection. You had been through so much already, this paled in comparison.Hence why one night, as the two of you were standing in the kitchen of your apartment..you’d confront him on it!

“What are you talking about? I don’t treat you like a kid, (y/n). I’m just tryna’ look out for you..damn.”

“I know that, Ryo. But you act like you can't even talk to me. Shit, you even speak in code. I’m not asking you to tell me all your business but don’t talk to me like I don’t know anything.”

perhaps, it would’ve been wise to stop the sentiments there but alas..you’d open up a can of worms you weren’t prepared for.

“I mean..you literally fuck me soft. Like you don’t want me to break or something.” And in that moment, something just clicked. As if everything you had said finally resonated and he understood. Mainly because you were suggesting that he couldn’t please you where it counted. Ryomen Sukuna was many things and being a prideful, snarky bastard was at the top of that list! And any notion challenging that had to be dispelled!

“I what? Did you just—“

“Look Ryo, just forget I said anything. It’s cool, I appreciate you looking out for me—“

but just as you went to turn heel in your silky robe, wine glass in hand..he’d spin you around until you were well in his clutches. That towering frame hulking over you with those toned muscles coiling you like a snake. You’d never felt smaller before in your life..

“Nah..you obviously had a lot on your mind, sweetheart. Speak up.” That once calm demeanor had obviously shifted to one that was seconds from coming unhinged and there truthfully wasn’t anything you could do to sate it.

without so much as breaking eye contact or that deviant smile that had crept upon his face, he’d plant a heavy smack against you before tugging you closer. It was apparent that he wasn’t going to back down nor did you want him to..to even admit something like that, you wanted more of him. And who was he to deny his beloved’s request?

“I said..speak up, sweetheart…”

muttering before he’d position you against the countertop and slide those tattooed fingers into the seat of your pantries. Stroking that clit before nipping at your neck, even bringing his opposite hand up to clutch it.

“I can’t hear you over how wet she is f’r me.” that menacing cackle rang out in your ear and caused your entire body to shudder in the process. It wasn’t long before he had you writhing around, whimpering and begging for him to stop teasing you. All the while, he was too busy ravaging every inch of that delicate skin. Leaving hickies where they shouldn’t have even been visible, hungrily lapping at your stiffened nipples and pumping two of those thick digits in and out of that tight cunt. You were a dripping, insatiable mess in a matter of no time!

“Y’know..I only held back because I thought you couldn’t handle it. But you’ve been holding out on me. Huh, sweet girl..look at you, about to come and I haven’t gotten started.”

“Okay, Ryoooo..fuck. I’m sorry, baby.”

he could sense that you were close but he wasn’t feeling nearly as generous tonight. You were going to eat those little words of yours. As you began slamming down on his hand, hoping to reach that orgasm; perfect tits bouncing and drool gliding down your chin from the sloppy, nasty kisses, it was snatched away in a matter of seconds. Your body reacted with a sudden jolt as if all the air had escaped your lungs. “Nah, you ain’t sorry yet, sweet girl. Turn that pretty ass around and bend over.” His instructions were very clear and yet it hadn’t registered that he was being aggressive. That was until he grasped the back of that curly hair, shoving you face down on the countertop and taking a fistful of that silky material into his palm. He’d pop your asscheeks once more, demanding that you spread them wider.

“Soft? I was being nice, baby..tryna be respectful..” seconds later, Ryo had slipped those sweats down to his ankles and his aching cock in his hand..stroking it before smacking it against your sensitive slit.

“But if you want me to treat you like one of my sluts, that’s no problem.”

Already seconds from coming undone, (y/n) nearly flew up from your spot when you’d feel that heavy shaft glide in and split you open. And how he’d normally begin with just the tip, you were met with three inches off the bat and you’d better be prepared to take all eight! Medium sporadic strokes turned to fast paced thrusting that led to you being jolted around as if you were weightless. A steady hand gripped your throat and fish hooked those same fingers that had gotten you warmed up into your jaw. Forcing you to balance on your tiptoes whilst that hard cock pounded you. His pace was rough, his movements were harsh but surprisingly…

“And look at you, you like that shit, don’t you? Like being called a slut…felt that pussy squeeze me when I said it.”

that was all but confirmed by the uncontrollable smiling and soft giggles emitted from your mouth. It may have been unbecoming of someone with your background but it felt too damn good! So much so, you had made a creamy mess of him and he craved it all. Bucking and snapping his hips, Ryo crossed his arms against the perimeter of your plump backside, wrangling that ass in whilst marking it with plenty of slaps. Each one makes you cry out for the next and scream his name.

“The fuck you waiting for..come on this dick, bitch. Don’t hold back now. Make a fucking mess. That’s what I make my whores do.” Having awoken something in him that had lied dormant since you came into his life. That veil had lifted and Ryo wasn't interested in playing it safe. He was going to make sure you’d be hooked just like one of his addicts.

“Oh my God—shit! I’m coming..” reaching back to rub your swollen clit until you exploded into a squirting mess all over the floor and you guys’ feet. “Goddamn..that fucking pussy feels good.” Yet, you weren’t getting a break anytime soon. It was right after that orgasm that he’d hastily spin you around, hoisting you into his grasp as he propelled you on his cock once more. At this point, that little hole was nothing more than a glorified flesh light..sucking him in and squelching all for his pleasure. Tears had begun to stream down to your face but that satisfied grin remained and he’d continue fucking his little doll brainless and utterly stupid until he felt himself pulsating.

“Cum in my pussy, daddy. Please!”

“Fuck that, I’m nutting in all these holes tonight. I got a lot to make up for.”

safe to say, you had awoken a monster!