#Remove dummy

[saltavenegar]

I think often about what Fidds saw on the other side of the portal

(No color + bonus doodle under the break)

[julik0vatay]

Look who escaped into the real world!!!

A Menace that plagued my mind for past month — The Beheaded!!!

Sir, are you aware that you're a Menace?

Rude!!!

He ended up slightly taller than I intended bc I kept playing around with proportions but I'm not gonna go back on that and change it now.

He has alt heads bc ofc he would — blank, star and round eye, plus two sizes of flame. Initially I tried to make eyes fully interchangeable separates but failed to make it reliable bc of small scale. So I opted out to stick them on with scotch, and make alt designs with eye added directly on the head (another alternative — googly eye >.>)

My color choices are in reference to that cool figure, Poisoned one (and obv bc I have only so many filament colors). Not 100% sure with some of them buuut whatever, its done!

About outfit: some of my choices were made specifically with real pants in mind, that's why I didn't bother searching for more realistic leg alternatives. Also obviously the fact that I used fabric means that there's less range of motion where it gets in the way, mainly knees. But I consider this a fair trade bc it looks cool AF! Also tying all those wraps was NOT EASY!! (they became abit loose after handling so I had to redo them several times x_x)

Mods I made: -flame was edited to be solid, added neck cutout, added eye variants -changed shape of arm a little, original was even more buff (if someone would want him to be absolutely ripped, that would be the choice, haha) -changed proportions of chest armor to balance out arm bulk -made abdomen frame longer for better joint mobility (honestly, my solution isn't perfect, there are couple of places that would benefit from sanding but at least its done and working) -made legs longer to balance out longer torso and arms -edited feet to match new proportions -made pauldron from scratch -made Balanced Blade from scratch -edited Dagger -edited Frantic Sword

I will put this mod up later too!

…That said I have my concerns about the fact that I used fabric for pants. Unlike with Drifter, this one required alot more sewing in a very small scale. Should I like.. include pants pattern with this mod... Would that be Weird for printing site… And Im not really interested in writing sewing instructions as for me personally most of it can be summarized in "keep your stitches small, its all very fiddly". But I do have experience in miniature sewing and some random person online probably wouldn't?????

[gifti3]

s-seven hand caress...

[auto-vivisection]

i reference this pretty often and i forget that its just a chat i screenshotted while playing fucking. epic roblox rap battles or something a couple months ago

[majorpepperidge]

this upcoming loading screen brings up questions abt peabody gfhdghf

[lavenderjewels]

[chradi]

Star Wars LARP once more!!!

[demonsfate]

i got the keychain today.... thought i'd open it just to get a better look at the 2nd jin image attached to it... and they literally broke!! 😭😭😭 i actually legit Cried omg. i didn't mean to but mY GOSH. i spent so much on it (for a keychain, at least) and it's rare... so like the very first thing that happened is it BREAKING?? all i did was just try to pull it outta the plastic! the two jin pics broke off... 😔

honestly, i think it was due to its age. the pieces seemed like they were dry-rotted. i didn't realize that or considered it might be like that. oh weelll.

[makgeolii]

keoni's unsure about most foods already

[sortableroseanimations]

Merry Christmas from the cat on my plant

[rafesangelita]

♡ when bitchy!pogue!reader doesn’t swallow..

warnings: degradation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of oral (m. receiving) and face fucking, slapping, choking, brat taming, asphyxiation, reader loses consciousness, more pain than pleasure

“don’t wanna take my cum in your throat like the obedient slut you’re supposed to be? fine. you’re gonna take it somewhere else then..” rafe yanked you up from the floor by your hair, a mixture of both spit and cum dribbling down your chin as he pinned you down to his bed by the back of your neck. prior to him fucking your throat until you were crying and gagging around his cock, you had been acting bratty all day long. talking back and giving him attitude when it was completely uncalled for, swatting away his hands whenever he wanted to touch you (it didn’t help that you were wearing his favorite outfit and perfume on purpose), but what really did it for him was seeing you flirt with his friends while acting like he didn’t exist.

getting them drinks, bending down in front of them in your denim miniskirt, laughing at their jokes that weren’t even funny.. rafe knew you were in for it when you put your hand on kelce’s thigh and whispered something in his ear that had him squirming in his seat. rafe all but dragged you out of the country club and threw you in the backseat of his truck before speeding to tanneyhill where he was going to give you a rightful punishment that consisted of slapping you around and holding you against the wall by your neck until you tapped out. now he had you folded over in a mean arch, your face pressed roughly into his pillows as he held both of your hands behind your back.

“m’gonna drill this cunt until you apologize for being a fucking whore, do you understand me?” rafe gritted his teeth, slamming into you without warning. you screamed, feeling utterly helpless as he maintained a death grip on your wrists. in this very moment, rafe didn’t think of you as anything but a bimbo slut with tits for brains. right now you weren’t his girlfriend, you weren’t his ‘pretty princess’— his words, you were just a free-use dummy that he could fuck stupid and toss aside anytime he wanted. “fucking say it!” he slammed into you, watching the way your mascara ran down your cheeks. rafe angled his hips and thrusted, the head of his cock hitting your cervix with a painful blow.

“i’m s-sorry!” you shrieked, thrashing against him in hopes to get away from the unforgiving force of his hips, “i’m so sorry, i won’t ever do it again!” you apologized once more, black spots dotting your vision as rafe continue gripping your neck. rafe slowed down when he heard you, a shit eating grin gracing his lips once he saw you blinking in and out of consciousness. your body fell limp as he spilled into you, a groan ripping itself from his throat as his cock twitched within your soaked walls. rafe looked up at you, removing his hand from the nape of your throat as he rubbed your back, bringing you down from your black-out. rafe blew a little bit of air in your face, the small action keeping you awake as he pulled out.

“i’ll get aftercare ready because i’m not a total dick head, but next time you fuck up like that, expect even worse.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[moechies]

。・🍇゜・。

sukuna who’s eyes widen when he sees his little bunny eating grapes.

he doesn’t know about little hybrids like you, but he’s sure he remembers that little animals like dogs, and cats, can’t have grapes. or they’ll die.

he marches over to you, allowing the ground to vibrate with each and every step. you squeak in surprise, ears standing straight up and turning behind you to investigate the noise.

you tuen your head to see behind you, and his tank of a body is directly in front of your face. you look up, but it seems to drag for miles due to the man’s lean and tall body.

he watches you nibble on the sweet green grapes, 3 of them already stuffed in your mouth all at once. it makes your cheeks puffy and crooked.

“hi ryo—“

he wastes no time with greetings before grabbing you by your jaw, fingers pushing into your mouth to forcibly remove the grapes.

“are you fuckin’ dumb, bunny? can’t ya die from these little green things ?” he growls, situating himself on your fluffy bed to adjust your squirming body. he pulls your body onto his lap, arm laying across your tummy to keep you from wiggling. he tugs your ears back for more leverage, you squirm, and attempt to explain, but he succeeds in removing the fruits with two prominent fingers.

you cough from his intrusion, but sukuna stares at the two grapes in his hand when he was sure there was three in your mouth.

“y’r already coughing , are you going to die?”

he goes back to fish for more, fingers pressing against your fat lips ordering you to open your mouth, but you push him away.

“ryomen ! m’a bunny, not a dog ! i can eat grapes, dummy !” you squeal, hiding your face in his shoulder away from his assaulting hand.

“m coughing c-cause you’re sticking your fingers down my throat ryo!” you whine, and he puts down his hand.

“i thought these things could kill you.”

you feel yourself get hot at his unusual signs of caring, calming yourself before replying. you huff.

“n-no, i can eat it. just puppies ‘nd kitties can’t.”

you look back at him, fluffy ear rubbing against his meaty bicep and tickling him. he flinches away and scowls at the abhorrent feeling, not used to such ‘pests’ being so close to him. you grin,

“y’r still so sensitive, do you not like my ears ?” you raise them, tickling the tip against his shoulder.

“stop it. dumb bunny brat.” he carries you and places you back on the bed, taking his leave along with the carton of grapes.

“h-hey! i still want those !” you reach at him, but he doesn’t even turn back. he makes his way to the kitchen, and you hear a loud thud.

“did y’just throw them away ?!”

he comes back, leaning against the door frame with a smug look, one that turns into a grin when he sees your brows arched together in hopes that he’ll realize you’re angry. what a dumb bunny.

“i don’t like how they’re green.”

[superglitterstranger]

Everything You Need To Know About How To Remove Your School Account From A Chromebook

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[a-pute11as]

i like you, dummy - kika nazareth

word count - 4.5k | summary - you were never really sure if kika's flirting was for show or not, until a game of truth or dare and a spurt of confidence gets you your answer. part 2 can be found here.

“kika i’m home!” you announced, walking into your shared apartment and dropping your bag to the floor as you slipped your shoes off. 

you sighed, automatically removing your hair from the tight ponytail you had put it in for training, your kit still clinging to your body as you were desperate to get home and stop your headache getting any worse. 

standing still for a moment, you let your eyes shut as you raked your fingers through your head, any desperate attempt to ease the tension pounding through your head. you stepped into the kitchen, needing some kind of cold liquid to soothe the sensation. grabbing a bottle of ice cold water, you opened it, quickly taking a gulp as you let the cold water somewhat calm your senses. 

that’s when you realised how quiet your apartment was, ridiculously quiet considering kika had been home from rehab for hours. normally music would be blasting as she sat on her laptop or a show would fill the silence. today it was nothing. it was possible that she had gone out for coffee with one of the other girls, but usually she would text you. 

“kika where are you?” you called out again, starting the painfully slow walk down the hallway, to the living room, knowing any quicker would send intense spells of dizziness to your head. 

“aqui chica!” she finally responded, her voice travelling from the living room, well at least she was home. 

“my head hurts so much, medical said i should sleep but i don’t even know if i can lay down without it hurting my mo-“ your sentence was cut short as your eyes fixated on a sight that took your breath away completely. 

leaning on her crutches, her phone pointed at her reflection in the mirror, she posed as she showed off the white, green and red pattern bikini she had recently bought. she had told you the green and red reminded her of the portugal flag, stating that wearing it during the offseason would be the perfect excuse to buy it, but you agreed with her no matter what she said purely so you could see it against her tanned skin with your own eyes. 

she didn’t pay much notice to you, not turning to meet your arrival, instead adjusting herself slightly as she continued her photo session. her lack of attention on you allowed your eyes to roam the view you had stumbled upon. 

the bikini fit her perfectly, the green strings sat high on her hips as it hugged her lower body perfectly. while the top had a scoop neckline that bought innocent attention to the slight cleavage that it revealed. against her skin, the colours burst to light, complimenting everything about her, to her toned abs to her gold necklaces that she only took off for matches. 

you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, appreciating the sight in front of you with every inch of your being. 

“oye have you gone deaf?” kika said, snapping you out of your deep gaze as she clicked her fingers in front of you. 

“what?” you blankly questioned, trying to avoid the heat from rising to your cheeks whilst stopping your eyes from dipping any lower as she looked at you. 

“i asked you like 3 times, do you like it?” she interrogated, referencing the sight you had just been staring at so intensely. 

“y-yes of course i do, it looks really nice” you spoke so quickly that you weren’t even sure she’d have time to translate it before moving onto the next topic, “how was rehab?” you quickly diverted, your hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you tried to clear your mind of the insanely inappropriate thoughts in your mind. 

“no no, i need actual opinions, like the colour looks good, or the top is too tight.” she expanded, rolling her eyes as she directed herself back towards the mirror, tugging on the fabric as she inspected it. 

your lips pursed as you watched how her hands glided across her body, fiddling with different aspects of the minimal fabric she was wearing. 

“so?” she pressed, her eyes darting at you through the reflection of the mirror. 

“i think the colours are beautiful, they really uh pop against your skin, it looks like it fits really…” your breath bitched slightly “really well and uhm i like that it goes with your necklaces” 

“are you sure?” she shrugged, an unsatisfied look falling onto her face. 

taking a deep breath as you looked towards the floor, there was a possibility you’d regret the next things to leave your mouth “you look really good.” you muttered, it wasn’t quite the words you wanted to leave your mouth but close enough. 

“que?” kika turned herself in your direction and raised an eyebrow, you couldn’t tell if she heard you and was just pressing you to hear it again, or she actually didn’t hear it. 

“you look really good, kika, like really good.” your cheeks flushed a deep red as the words came out louder than expected, a shine of sweat across your forehead from the sheer withhold you had on the situation. 

“no need to shout amor, i’m glad you like it though” she winked, before studying your face, her head tilted as her tongue flicked across her bottom lip, “liked it that much that you’ve gone red and sweaty?” kika mocked, reaching her hand up to your face that you quickly smacked away before it got too close. 

“shut up, i just finished training,” you hissed, your face going an even deeper red, “what time are the girls coming over?” you tried to divert the conversation again, now looking anywhere but the women stood in front of you. 

“no no, you’ve gone really red, what are you thinking in that head?” she teased, taking a shuffle forward as her eyes stared deep into you. 

“n-nothing,” you defended, your voice raising slightly before you shook your head, “i’m going to shower, put some clothes on before everyone comes over.” you walked in the direction of your room. 

“i thought you liked this view better, querida.” she laughed, her eyes tracking your direction. 

“shut up nazareth.” you stuck your middle finger up in her direction, not bothering to turn around and show her your beet red face anymore. 

closing the door behind you quickly, you pulled your phone out your pocket, instantly pressing onto the messaging app your fingers quickly typed away. 

you - i’m going to fucking crash out, i walked in and she was in a fucking bikini???? i swear i nearly saw the fucking light, i can’t keep doing this

ellie 🩵 - ooh she sent me pictures of it, it’s very pretty, i bet that was a great thing to talk into

you - ellie please let me move in with you, i can’t keep doing this, she asked me for a shoulder massage the other day and then asked why my hands were shaking

ellie 🩵- she’s doing it on purpose you twat, she knows exactly how you feel and she feels the same way 

you - there’s no way, she just likes seeing me get flustered i swear

throwing your phone on your bed, you let out a deep sigh. thank god you had an ensuite bathroom because there was no way you were walking back out there like this. taking a quick shower you changed into some semi-decent clothes, never knowing how casual to dress when it came to the girls coming round to play games. it was either joggers and a hoodie, or 400 euro jeans and a top that had been specifically made for them. 

hesitantly walking out to your living room, you were met with kika, wearing actual clothes, watching her recent netflix obsession. her booted ankle propped up on the sofa, as she leant back into the corner.

“finally! come watch with me.” she smiled, patting the spot on the sofa next to her. 

you hovered awkwardly near the sofa, eyes darting between kika and the netflix show playing quietly behind her. she looked so relaxed, curled into the corner with a blanket over her lap. her expression softened when she saw you still standing.

“come on, i won’t bite, unless you ask nicely,” she added with a teasing grin.

you rolled your eyes, finally dropping down onto the couch, shoulders heavy from training, head still pounding. you kept a careful distance, but kika noticed anyway. she tilted her head slightly.

“you look dead,” she said, like it was a casual observation.

“thanks.” you muttered.

“i mean that in a concerned, loving way,” she added, sarcastically sincere. “lie down before your brain melts.”

your body refused to move, lie down where? on her lap?

“come here.” she tugged gently on your arm. you didn’t resist as she guided your head to her lap, her thighs surprisingly soft beneath you despite the toned muscle you knew was under there.

“you’re ridiculous,” you mumbled, but you didn’t move.

“and you’re exhausted.” she replied, brushing her fingers through your hair without hesitation. the simple touch made your whole body freeze for half a second, but you didn’t say anything. couldn’t. not when it felt that good.

her fingers moved slowly, threading through strands and lightly scratching your scalp. you hated how easy it was to melt under her touch. hated that this wasn’t the first time she’d done something like this, and definitely not the first time your heart had started pounding because of her.

“training was rough?” she asked quietly.

you nodded against her lap, eyes fluttering shut. “long day. nothing new except the extra laps i had to do for being late.”

there was a beat of silence.

“i miss it,” she said softly. “the noise. the pitch. even the boring warm-ups.”

you opened your eyes just enough to glance up at her, catching the way she stared blankly at the paused tv. she looked calm, but you could see the tension in her jaw. she hated being sidelined, more than she’d tell you.

“you’ll be back before you know it.” you said, your voice quieter now, softer.

kika hummed like she didn’t believe you, but her fingers didn’t stop.

“you’re a good liar,” she murmured after a moment.

you didn’t respond to that. mostly because she wasn’t wrong, she still had months of recovering left and that was only if everything followed the plan.

the silence settled again, not heavy, but thick with everything you refused to say. you could feel her watching you from above, and it made your cheeks warm, but you didn’t move.

the moment was broken by a loud knock on the door, followed by a very familiar voice yelling, “we brought snacks!”

kika sighed and rolled her eyes, “of course.”

you groaned as you sat up, stretching your sore arms. “i swear ellie has a sixth sense for interrupting at the worst times.”

“she has a sixth sense for a lot of things,” kika said, eyeing you as she adjusted the blanket over her lap.

you froze, trying not to read too far into that.

“don’t give me that look,” you said quickly, brushing your hair back and heading for the door, “nothing was happening.”

“didn’t say anything was,” kika shrugged, smugness already dripping from her voice.

you opened the door to find ellie and a few of the other girls already kicking their shoes off, arms full of snacks and more energy than you wanted to deal with. ellie gave you a once-over, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“your face is red,” she said.

“it’s hot out, we live in barcelona now, remember” you deadpanned.

“it’s been raining all day” her eyebrow raised at your words, a smirk flickering across her face.

“shut up, ellie.”

your living room was quickly filled with your team members, filling your coffee table with snacks as a pile of card games were flung out of ellie’s bag. of course the girls sat conveniently so your only option was right next to kika. even the good floor space had been taken by jana, salma and esmee. 

you wiggled yourself down, reaching for a bag of doritos, resting them on your lap as you snacked on them. the room was full of several conversations, ones you were zoning in and out of, until there was a unanimous silence in the room. 

“so comfy sofa, incredibly red face, suspicious timing, anything you wanna share with the group?” ellie grinned, her eyes focusing into the direction of you and kika. 

you blinked, “i.. what? i was literally laying down, i have a headache so i wanted some kind of rest before you guys took over my house.”

“were you laying on top of kika then?” salma interrupted, sending a knowing elbow to jana, who had been sat next to her.

“nena come on, even your hair was messy.” patri laughed from the other end of the sofa, her eyebrows wiggling as she spoke. 

“we were watching netflix,” you huffed, busying yourself with the doritos in your lap, “you’re all so annoying.” you muttered. 

you watched as esmee whispered something in jana’s ear, the two of them in fits of laughter. you didn’t bother asking, not wanting to hear the filth that was leaving their mouths. 

“let the girl breathe.” kika mocked, as if she wasn’t enjoying this far too much. 

ellie leaned back, arm stretched over the back of the couch. “she can breathe, just not when you’re within a two-meter radius apparently.”

you sent her a sharp punch to the arm, alongside a death glare, which she absolutely ignored. 

“she was lying on me like i’m her personal mattress,” kika added casually, popping a dorito into her mouth.

your entire body stiffened as you turned to face her, “you literally told me to.”

“did i?” she asked innocently, but the little glint in her eye told you everything.

the girls around you burst into fits of laughter, the urge to hide yourself away for the rest of the evening was incredibly tempting yet you couldn’t help but smile at the laughter that surrounded you. kika sent you a smug grin, knowing full well she had caused this commotion. 

“can we just play some games?” you groaned into your hands, which were now covering your face as the girls around you continued laughing.

their laughter finally died down, as ellie picked up a pack of cards, “how about truth or dare?”

“ellie we played this in england camp when we were like 14, we are adults here.” you rolled your eyes, assuming the girls would be on your side.

“would seven minutes in heaven suit you better?” ellie retorted, her eyebrow raising as she made the suggestion. 

your face dropped, your cheeks immediately flushing a bright red as your brain short circuited trying to think of a response.

ellie quickly shook off her smug look, noticing the deafening silence in the room around her, “okay so truth or dare or cards?” she asked.

“truth or dare, i think it would be fun.” jana confirmed, the other girls agreeing with her. 

“are you scared of something?” patri asked, wiggling her eyebrows in your direction. 

“no, i just thought we would be playing something that was actually fun.” you shrugged, continuing to eat the doritos on your lap, but in reality you were scared this game would be the thing to make you crack.

maybe part of you agreed that kika did have feelings for you, and you knew for certain that you had feelings for her, but part of you couldn’t shake the feeling that her endless teasing was just a show. as if she was playing a part to your friends around the two of you to keep them entertained, but she still continued her attempts to make you flush red in private.

ellie shuffled the deck of cards, explaining that each person would take a card, and whoever had the highest would be able to ask anyone in the room ‘truth or dare’. the first few rounds were relatively harmless, ona had to sing her favourite song with an interpretive dance, jana admitted having a crush on her pe teacher, and esmee dared salma to text her ex something mildly suggestive to then say ‘wrong number’. the usual, only slightly unhinged things. 

and then ellie pulled the highest card, the queen of hearts, her eyes immediately locked on kika.

“oh no.” you muttered, sinking into the sofa cushions, hoping they’d swallow you whole.

“truth.” kika raised an eyebrow, completely unphased to the pending question.

“boring.” salma sang, her hand resting on her chin as she chimed in. 

ellie smirked, sitting up straighter, “okay, if you had to kiss someone in this room, completely hypothetically, who would it be?”

you choked on your drink, but kika didn’t look away from ellie, instead her smile twitched as if she was very aware of the way you were going rigid beside her. 

kika didn’t say anything for a second. she tilted her head like she was actually thinking about it, then turned to look at you with an expression so unreadable it made your stomach flip.

you felt every pair of eyes in the room watching. you froze in her gaze. 

“i think we all know the answer to that.” she flung her arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer into her touch as your eyes widened.

your teammates howled, and if that wasn’t a confession, you don’t know what is, you sent a wide eyed look to ellie, unsure of what to do. 

“she meant you dumbass,” ellie laughed, grabbing a pillow and hitting your arm with it. 

“shut up, i know what she meant!” you yelped, your face now the same shade as the doritos packed you had been previously munching on. 

“it’s true amor.” kika mumbled into your ear as the rest of the girls continued with the game, her hand lazily drawing patterns on your shoulder, helping you relax into her embrace.

the game continued, jana attempting to do a handstand, which would’ve had your physio’s eyes bulging out of their heads, whilst salma tried to feed her a strawberry as she was upside down. 

and that’s when it fell on patri, a determined smirk across her face as she instantly locked eyes with you, “truth or dare.”

“dare.” it slipped out without you even thinking, you were sure your brain just repeated the last thing you had heard rather than putting any actual consideration into it. you could’ve chose the easier option, the safer one, but you betrayed yourself quickly.

an amused look fell upon patri’s face, as if she wasn’t expecting your answer, ellie leant over, whispering something in patri’s ear before her face lit up even more, “give kika a massage.”

your eyes shot to ellie as your mouth gaped open slightly, “i hate you.” you mimed, ellie simply sending a sweet smile in return.

“is that okay with you?” kika asked, barely above a whisper causing you to turn and face her direction, kika would tease you until the world fell apart but knowing you were comfortable was always the most important thing to her.

you nodded in return, appearing to be somewhat confident yet your hands immediately started their routine of beginning to shake as soon as you got close to her. 

she sent you a reassuring smile in return, she could probably sense some of your anxiety, she had gotten ridiculously good at that since the two of you started living together at the start of the season. with that she turned her body round, scooping her hair and bringing it to one side of her neck, tugging slightly at her oversized sweatshirt as she did so. 

you inched forward. your fingers found her shoulders, tense and warm beneath the fabric of her shirt. she hummed as you started to knead gently at the knots in her muscles, trying to ignore the sheer proximity of the two of you. and then her head tilted, and she let out the softest moan when you hit the right spot. you swallowed hard, trying to keep some kind of composure at the sounds that left her.

“god, your hands are shaking again,” she murmured, just loud enough for you to hear. 

you froze for half a second, “shut up,” you said through gritted teeth.

“we both know that’s not what you want.” kika whispered teasingly. you swore you were going to lose your mind if you didn’t take your hands of her skin. 

begrudgingly you dropped your hands, your heart sinking to your stomach as you did, readjusting yourself so you were back in your original position as kika did the same.

the room was silent. 

“so should we leave now so you guys can fuck or?” patri teased, causing the girls to resume their everlasting laughter. 

kika didn’t say anything, she simply sent you a look over her shoulder with her stupid little smirk that could make you fall to your knees at an instant. 

you were in so much trouble.

the noise slowly disappeared as your friends filtered out, saying their goodbyes in small clusters whilst patri asked you to be quiet for the neighbours sake.

you stepped into the kitchen for a moment, letting out a long breath, one hand dragging down your face as you leaned back against the wall. 

“you good?” a familiar voice asked, of course it was ellie. 

you glanced at her with narrowed eyes, “i’m not answering that.”

“that bad?” she asked with a grin that could’ve tipped you over the edge.

you simply shrugged, not able to find the words to actually explain what was going on. you sighed and crossed your arms. “i just don’t know if i’m ready.”

ellie studied you for a moment, then nodded. “i know. and she knows. that’s why she doesn’t push”

your eyes flicked towards your front door where kika was now showing jana something on her phone, pretending not to listen even though you could see the corner of her mouth twitching with the effort not to smile.

“she pushes in her own way.” you muttered.

ellie laughed softly, “yeah, but it’s never to hurt you. you know that, right?”

you nodded slowly, “yeah, i know, thanks for not making it worse.”

ellie winked as she headed for the door, “i’ll save that for training tomorrow.”

and with that, she disappeared, leaving you alone in the quiet of your apartment. well not really alone, kika had now moved back into the living room and had gotten comfortable on the sofa. 

following her lead, you slumped down on the sofa, letting out an over exaggerated sigh. 

“i’m surprised you aren’t still red from all that teasing.” kika mocked, a smug grin on her face. 

“you’re just as bad as the rest of them, no in fact, you’re worse than all of them.” you narrowed your eyes in her direction. of course she was the instigator of all of it, even if ellie and the other girls spurred it on with everything they had. 

“it’s because it’s obvious.” she shrugged, her eyes drifting to the tv, it was some kind of reality show that was being used to make background noise. 

“what’s obvious?” you asked, a deadpan look on your face as your eyes stared into the side of her head. 

she simply shrugged her shoulders again, a small laugh added this time, denying you of any verbal answer. 

“kika, do not ignore me.” you huffed, frustration evident in your voice, but she still didn’t grant you a reply. 

standing up, you walked over the tv, turning it off and standing directly in front of her. 

“hey, it was getting to a good part!” kika defended, reaching for the remote but you were quicker to grab it. 

the two of you stared at each other for a moment before kika sighed and leaned forward, now looking up at you, “do you really want me to say it?”

“well i’m missing something that is so obvious to everyone else so yeah say it,” your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“i like you,” she declared, “like, a lot.” 

you blinked, letting out a short laugh “well yeah i’d hope so, we’ve been living together for months, it’d be a bit worrying if you didn’t.” your arms now dropping to the side as you relaxed slightly.

“no, you idiot,” she said, shaking her head, a smile creeping onto her face, “i like you. i like how oblivious you are. i like the way your cheeks go so red when people are teasing you, or how you scrunch up your nose when you’re trying to deny something. i like that every night since my injury you’ve laid in bed with me to make sure i can sleep or checked i’ve taken my medication and done my rehab.” 

she barely paused for a breath, words spilling out as she continued to ramble.

“i like how much you care about everyone, how you show love in quiet little ways. i like how you can’t walk past a cat without petting it. i like how you walk around the apartment in my hoodies like they belong to you. i like how you make my water exactly how i like it, without ever needing to ask. i like your laugh, your smile, your eyes, honestly your whole face. i just… like you.” she took a deep breath, the first one she had taken in what felt like hours,

 “i like you, dummy" her soft smile lighting up her face "so much more than just friends.”

you stared at her, stunned, jaw practically on the floor, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“amor, i have not been subtle” she laughed, standing slowly. your arms instantly shot out to steady her, offering an anchor of stability as she stood in front of you. “somehow you never got my hints, even when i told you i wanted to kiss you” 

then out of nowhere a spurt of confidence appeared, “so kiss me”. 

“que?” she blinked, surprised at your sudden boost of bravery. 

“i said kiss me” you repeated, “if you want to“ 

you didn’t even finish the sentence before her hands cupped your face and her lips met yours. the kiss was soft, almost hesitant, like time itself had paused to watch. your whole body melted into hers, hands resting on her waist, moving together as if you’d done it a thousand times before.

when she finally pulled back, both of you were smiling like idiots. she pressed her forehead against yours.

“so i’m assuming you like me too,” kika suggested, her thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

you let out a breathless laugh, “i guess you could say that.” 

“you know they’ll never stop teasing you about this.” kika muttered. 

you threw your head back, groaning as you did, “i know.”

“neither will i.” she grinned, eyes gleaming as if she’d won a trophy, looking entirely too proud of herself. 

you glanced at her, shaking your head but smiling anyway. she was so pleased with herself, her usual smirk on her face as if she knew exactly how this would end.

maybe the teasing wasn’t such a bad thing.

a/n - part 2 thank you for reading! as usual any feedback is always appreciated, my asks are open!

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Israel doesn't want to repopulate Gaza, you loveable dummy

Seriously, find one Israeli on this site who'll say otherwise. And no, quoting Ben Gvir doesn't count (assuming you even know who that is) anymore than quoting, say, Rudy Giuliani would count for anything, even though he supposedly spoke for the president of the USA for a time.

Hamas has 136 hostages. Including women, and actual literal babies, assuming they're still alive, that is. This could all have ended weeks ago if they'd fucking returned them. Israeli society would physically march on Benjamin Netanyahu's home and remove him in a coup if the hostages were returned tonight. But as long as they have Israeli people, and are unwilling to negotiate their return, that's an ongoing war crime. Is Israel evil for being a bull in a China shop trying to get back a "mere" 136 innocent civilians? Maybe. But Hamas started this and they can end it, they just don't want to. Please, justify that.

Hello, since you asked for one Israeli, here, I'll give you multiple statements:

Hundreds of activists at an Ashdod gathering in late November called for the reestablishing of Jewish settlements. “Let it be known that you support the appeal to renew Jewish settlement throughout all of the Gaza Strip. The nation is waiting for you”— Yossi Dagan, head of the Samaria Regional Council.

Israel “should fully occupy the Gaza Strip”— Heritage Minister Amichai Eliyahu, of the far-right Otzma Yehudit party.

An Israeli real estate firm pushes to build settlements for Israelis in Gaza. “Wake up, a beach house is not a dream” reads the ad.

Israeli Knesset member Limor Son Har Melech posted a video of herself in a boat with other settlers off the coast of Gaza. “Settlement in every part of the Gaza Strip … A large, extensive settlement without fear, without hesitation, without humiliation. This land is the land that the creator of the world gave to us.”

Israeli Settler, Daniella Weiss says Palestinians who live in Gaza, have no right to stay in Gaza.

An Israeli soldier saying that Israelis should start “investing” in Khan Younis.

Also why would the words of Ben Gvir not count? He is an elected minister, his words hold weight and they expose Israel’s clear intent to make Gaza inhabitable for Palestinians so that Israelis could settle in there— by destroying the infrastructures, making the health system collapse entirely, bombing entire residential neighborhood, Israel is trying to ensure that Palestinians wouldn't be able to return back to their land, because there is nothing livable left there.

And I'm glad you bring up all of this ending if the hostages were returned— Hamas tried to strike up a deal for the return of ALL the hostages, in exchange of the release of all Palestinian prisoners. Israel refused. You know why? Because this has never been about hostages and their safety for Israel.

There is a reason why Israel shot its own hostages when it mistook them for Palestinian civilians, waving a white cloth. There is a reason why the IDF called to shoot indiscriminately on Oct. 7, knowing that it could kill some of the hostages too. Because Israel wants to kill Palestinians, to "thin out its population" (or maybe we shouldn't take into account the says and actions of Netanyahu too ://). This is why it targets schools and mosques and hospitals and ambulances and refugee camps. Israel knows that if it does get all its hostages back, then there would be nothing to “justify” its genocide in Gaza (although, as UN Secretary-General said : "Nothing can justify the collective punishment of the Palestinian people. The humanitarian situation in Gaza is beyond words")

Israel is the only reason why the hostages aren't fred yet. THEY are unwilling to negotiate the return because they don't want to stop this genocide. What good is a five days ceasefire only for the bombings to return? Do you even realize how psychologically traumatizing it is to have a countdown of when your massacre would resume? The only acceptable deal is for Israel to establish a permanent ceasefire, something that it refuses to do. The only one to blame is Israel.

And you say Israelis would instigate a coup to oust Netanyahu, that's nice, then what? Will you return the land to its rightful people? Will you give back Palestinians their rights unequivocally? Will you call for the dismantlement of Israel that was built on massacres? The reason why Israelis are angry at Netanyahu is rooted in the unresolved hostage situation. Just because you don't support Netanyahu doesn't mean that you aren't a zionist who finds the murder of more than twenty thousands Palestinians justifiable. A young girl had her leg amputated with no anesthesia on the kitchen counter of her home and you talk about “Israel being a bull in a China shop”? You consider the targeted attacks on civilians as careless actions by Israel? It actually astonishes me how inhumane some of you can be.

And here is what Dr. Refaat, who was targeted and murdered by the IDF btw, had to say about this matter:

Whether it's Netanyahu or someone else, it does not matter because Israel as a whole is an occupation, one built on the bloodshed of palestinians.

And it is funny how you choose to distort history whichever way you like it, to regard October 7th as an isolated instance that happened out of the blue. Hamas didn't start anything, Hamas was created in response to the indiscriminate and careless shooting of palestinian civilians in the first Intifada, that was decades ago. October 7th was a resistance to an ongoing colonization, Israel started this when it displaced and murdered palestinians on 1948. None of this would've happened if Israel did not colonize Palestine. It has been 100 days of this ongoing genocide, wake up and stop deluding yourself into a reality where Israel is the victim.