#and. Well. Obviously there's a whole debate about whether they both get that

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In Ep26, when it seems like Eiffel might be about to die from Decima, Minkowski says "No. No! After all the crap we - We still have time!". And Ep30, when Eiffel's given up hope whilst stranded in Lovelace's shuttle, he says "After all that crap, I never made it back."

And when I think about that with the context of the whole series in mind, it makes me a little sad. Because they are both totally right that they've been through so much crap. And they have so much more crap ahead of them.

Before the arrival of the SI-5, before the three deaths they witnessed, before actual direct alien encounters, before Pryce and Cutter and their restraining bolts and evil plans… Before all of that, they've already been through so much.

There's that undertone in those quotes of 'after all we've been through, don't we deserve a break?' But they don't get one.

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Well, I Wasn't On That Tunnel ❤️

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Pairings: Ghoap x Reader.

Warnings: Poly relationship, mentions of death, mentions of guns, rotating POV (mostly Simon's), Spoilers → amnesia, smut, voyeurism

“THE TUNNEL IT'S COLLAPSING! FOLLOW MAKAROV! I'LL TAKE JOHNNY OUT!”

That was the last thing Ghost heard of you.

It's been months since Johnny and you were declared KIA on that mission. 

You weren't even meant to be inside, you were the medic, you were supposed to wait outside. 

But the moment Makarov shot Johnny he panicked.

Ghost panicked.

And Simon panicked.

You came in running, panting for the effort of carrying with you the medical bag half your size. 

You were the one who told them to run. To go after Makarov and kill him. 

You were trying to wake up Johnny, Ghost knew it was a lost cause. He couldn't find the pulse, he was gone.

His Johnny was gone.

The last thing he expected was that he was about to lose you too.

Once outside, he kept looking at the tunnel. Waiting for you to come out, whether it was dragging Johnny's body or alone; it didn't matter. You needed to get out.

But after the tunnel collapsed and you didn't get out, it was Price who finally pushed Ghost away.

He barely remembers getting back to base, doesn't remember what Price kept telling him on the helicopter, doesn't remember skipping meals for days, doesn't remember crying himself to sleep for weeks.

But he remembers your face, he remembers Johnny's face.

Oh, what a coward he was. 

Two people that he loved, that found their way under his skin right into his heart. Two people that Simon wanted to grow old next to, two people that made Simon want to wake up every morning. 

And he was still not brave enough to confess his feelings to neither of them.

He used to stay awake late at night dreaming about how he would do it. After a long time of debating with himself, figuring out what those feelings inside of him were.

Until he figured out it was love, only to them have to face the complex situation of loving two people at the same time.

But even how complicated of a man Simon Riley was, when it comes to his wants it all turns simpler. If on the menu there are two dishes that he likes? He is getting both, obviously. Why choose?

So if all his lonely and twisted life he had never loved anyone, now he suddenly fell in love with two people. He wasn't going to give up one of them and their love just for society's norms.

Murder is also against society’s norms, and he gets paid for it. 

But it was too late now.

Maybe it was for the better.

He could lie to himself, agree that he never confessed because it was not his destiny. 

Not because they would have not loved him back. 

Not because they would have been scared of him.

Not because they wouldn't have been able to see past his mask. 

Not because they would have rather dated each other than him.

It's easier like this.

Simon knows how to mourn a loved one. 

What he doesn't know is, how it's possible he got a message from you this morning when you died four months ago.

You are stepping out of the shower, skin warm from the water and baby hairs sticking to your forehead; when someone knocks on the bathroom door.

You furrow your eyebrows at how hard they knock, the whole door shaking with it.

“Calm down, I'm almost finished.” You grumble, pulling the towel around your body. 

You drag your feet over the towel on the floor to walk closer, and open the door annoyed by the insistent knocking.

“I told you I am almost finish-” Your words are cut off by the barrel of a gun right on your face.

You don't even have time to panic, because you immediately recognise the stupid skeleton gloves holding the gun.

“Simon?” You whisper,scared that if you talk any louder he will disappear. Price and Gaz are behind him, slowly lowering their gun when they see it's you.

There is a glistering layer over Ghost's eyes that if you didn't known any better you'd think are tears.

You push his gun down, the man still immobile as if you were the ghost; and you jump into his arms, circling his neck with your arms.

“It worked! It finally worked!” You exclaim, tears slowly running down your cheeks. “I have been trying to contact any of you for months, it finally fucking worked!”

Ghost struggles to tell whether you are laughing or crying, a mix of the two. But he can't focus on that, he can only focus on your skin under his gloves.

God, how he hated his gloves right now. 

He bites the tip of his finger, pulling the glove off spitting it somewhere. And he snakes his hand under your towel.

He knows is improper, perverted even; but he needs it. He needs to feel your warm skin under his palm, your heart beating loud and fast. 

He surrounds your waist, hands big enough to rest on your ribs, right under your chest. 

Boom, boom… boom, boom… boom, boom…

He sighs, melting onto you, his tears getting absorbed by the mask on his face. He hugs you tighter, daring you to slip from his fingers again.

He bites his lips, copper taste on his tongue, to prevent himself from sobbing.

But the sobs can be heard, and Ghost it's almost disappointed with himself until he notices your body shaking.

It's you who is crying.

And he panics again, pulling back to look at you and you cup your face, apologizing. 

“I'm sorry. I tried my best, I really did.” He can barely understand what you are trying to tell him between sobs. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

He shushes you quickly, he understands; the survivor’s guilt is a special kind of poison. But he understands, he feels it too. 

“It's alright, love. You are alright, everything is going to be alright.” He hugs you again, resting your head on his chest. Mourning Johnny will be easier if you are together, he now hates himself for thinking you were dead; for accepting it.

For mourning you for months and now having you on his arms. 

Warm and breathing. 

He can only imagine what you went through. 

You entered the tunnel because he called for you, and then he left you inside with a corpse. 

How did you get out?

How did anyone see you get out?

How did you find a house?

How did you survive alone with the guilt?

Are the scars on your shoulder for getting out or were they always there?

Were you trapped under the debris?

For how long?

But that doesn't matter, he knew you were strong. That you were clever. That you were better than him. 

He already knew that. 

Gaz and Price remain silent, reading in the situation that there is something underlying that they don't know. Letting the two of you, have your moment. 

It's only when Gaz hears the almost unnoticeable steps get closer that he moves, turning his body and almost dropping his weapon in the process when he sees him.

“Johnny?” That's all he is able to see.

And that's all that is needed to hear.

Price and Ghost whip their head around like they have been smacked, coming face to face with the man.

There are still bandages on the side of his head, he looks thinner, less muscles, sunken eyes and dark bags. But it's Johnny. 

A scarred, angry Johnny. 

Holding the pistol on his hands pointing to Ghost's head.

Looking at him as if Simon was his greatest enemy.

“Johnny…” He tries to talk to him, keeping you behind his back by instincts.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” Johnny shouts, his hands are shaking.

That explains it, why he look like a madman, why he looks so scared under the rage, why he keeps trying to look under him.

“Johnny, it's alright.” You finally say, moving from behind Ghost, softly pushing his arm back. You walk ahead, still only on the towel; and you walk up to Johnny. You rest your hand on the pistol, pushing it down with ease. 

You raise your other hand to the men, the signal of “wait”.

Johnny looks at you with utter confusion, eyes shaking moving around your face for any kind of explanation. His hand move around you, checking for any damage; the hand that doesn't have the gun clinging to the towel. 

You cup his face between your hands, the man bending down slightly to make it easier for you to reach; you whisper something to him making him relax almost immediately. 

And then you kiss him.

On the cheek, right beside the nose making him close his eyes for a second.

But it feels like a stab on Simon's heart. 

He tries to think rationally, you were just calming him down. He knows Johnny is always desperate for physical contact, that's all. Nothing else. 

He really tries to think logically, but logically the two of you are dead and buried under a tunnel. Not standing at the end of the hall, kissing and comforting each other. 

Something about it, about the possibility there is something more going on between Johnny and you; sends Simon's inner gears spinning. 

He sees the virtual space between the two of you, slowly getting in the shape of his body.

You whisper something to Johnny, he nods, touching your forehead with his for a second, before walking back. Looking at Simon with hate on his cerulean blue eyes. 

You sigh, watching Johnny move and turn to the three still shell-shocked. 

“As far as I can tell…” You whisper, once you are close to them. “He only remembers up to when he was 20, little more, little less.”

“So he doesn't remember anyone?” Price asks after a moment.

You shake your head. “Not that he hasn't asked me about, he asked about some people but I don't know them. He thought I was a nurse when he woke up.” You explain.

“What happened in the tunnel?” Gaz asks, looking behind you to check Johnny is not back. “How did you get out? And him? He was dead.”

You shake your head again. “Not yet. Almost… but not yet. I-”

“Bonnie! You want coffee or tea?!” Johnny's voice makes everyone jump.

“Coffee, please!” You answer without skipping a beat and turn to them. “I'll explain it later, alright? It's not the place nor the time.”

Price nods once. “Get dressed, I'll contact the pilot to let them know we are flying back tonight, right?”

“Roger that.” The three of you reply almost by muscle memory.

“I'll be fast, don't rile him up.” You say, before entering the bedroom closing it behind you.

Ghost feels Price's eyes on him. 

Wondering.

Asking.

What's between you and him?

What's between you and Soap?

What's inside his mind?

“Tea is ready.” It all gets interrupted by the amnesiac man calling them to the kitchen.

They walk together, sitting around the table. Gaz and Price find it almost easy to talk to Soap, about how happy they are to see him again, about how they are flying back later, easy chatter.

But Ghost can't. 

Not when Soap finally smiles at Price making fun of Gaz's cap and Ghost's breath is knocked out of his chest. 

That's his boy.

Breathing and warm.

Just like you.

He knows it's the universe talking, telling him not to fuck it up again.

Still, he feels his heart sink every time Soap looks at him with such a sour look. Offended even. His boy.

That would jump at any opportunity to impress him, to earn his respect, his affection. Now locked like he wanted to stab him on the chest, twisting the knife in the process.

He knows it's because of you, the way the man stared at his hand as you pushed it out of the towel didn't go unnoticed by Simon. 

Not the greatest first impression. 

Does it count as a first impression if he has known the man for years? 

You walk into the kitchen not much later, Johnny's eyes lightening at seeing you; his saviour. 

You walk past Ghost, your arm resting on his shoulder as you bend down to slightly knock your head against Soap's.

And that's it, that all Simon's needs. To be involved. He doesn't need to be in the middle of you two, he is fine with being in the sidelines, but he needs to be a part of it.

He knows you are on his side, you remember him unlike Johnny. You can be the bridge to get him to Johnny; to keep Johnny from running. Make a pack with him; keep the two of you close.

A turmoil of emotions keeps spinning inside Ghost's head, all the versions of himself wanting to be right.

The part of him he thinks is unable to love telling him to let the two of you alone, you are better of without him.

The part of him he thinks is unable to be loved telling him to not even try, save himself the rejection. 

The part of him that is still unsure of what even are his feelings telling him to not get involved, that it would only confuse the two of you.

But then there is also that part of him. The part called Simon Riley; that still holds onto the chance of loving and getting love.

And he looks at you and Soap, the way Soap looks up to you. The way he used to look at him. 

“Let's pack our things up, Johnny.” You say, patting Soap’s back. “The sooner we are back home, the better.”

And you smile at Soap so kindly, so wide, so warm.

He understands how you managed to calm Soap down. Waking up from what he assumed must be something close to a coma after getting shot on the head, not remembering anything, in pain, alone. And then you appeared, so soft and so kind.

He wouldn't blame Johnny if he was already in love with you, with you being literally the only thing he knows since waking up. 

Johnny stands up, walking out of the kitchen but looking back to make sure you are walking behind him. 

The two of you disappear down the hall, voices low as you move away.

“I can't believe they are alive…” Gaz comments, sipping his tea.

“Neither do I…” Price answers, sipping his. “Bloody necromancer…”

And you are, Simon was also dead before meeting you. 

“I'm gonna check on them.” He says, downing the beverage on a gulp that burns down his throat. 

He stands up, Price and Gaz look at him as he does. They are going to talk about him as soon as he gets out, but he doesn't care. 

He has made his choice.

He loves you.

He loves Johnny.

He walks down the hall, seeing the door ajar.

His hand reaches the knob when he hears it.

His blood running cold.

“Johnny…”

It's your sweet voice moaning the name. 

The unmistakable sounds of kisses inside the room.

“I don't like how he looks at you, bonnie.” The man whispers, his breathing unstable.

“He's your best friend, Joh-Ah!” You moan, interrupting yourself as you speak.

“I don't care! I don't know him. You are mine!” The man grunts, the sound of skin slapping slowly becoming more and more clear. 

“Johnny…” You moan again, and Simon is sure that he can hear your cunt squelch around Johnny's length. 

He opens the door the slightest bit, just enough for his eyes to see the way Johnny has you bent over on the bed. 

With you laying on your stomach on the bed, legs hanging from him without strength to push yourself up. Johnny behind you, a foot on the ground and the other on the mattress as leverage to keep sinking into your weeping cunt.

Neither of you bothered to take off the clothes, simply lowered the pants enough for Johnny to get inside of you. Your pants pooling on your ankles, legs limp with the rhythm Johnny has settled.

Simon wishes he could see your face, pleasure painted on your expressions with your face buried on the mattress. Johnny keeps your hands on your back, keeping you pressed against the bed. But the only thing he can see is Johnny's back.

So he sees perfectly fine when the man turns his torso around, still thrusting into you, and looks at Simon.

He looks straight into Simon's eyes, who panic just for a second for getting caught peeking into their room, into them together.

But the Johnny smiles, not the adoration-filled smile he used to gift Simon with. Instead, is the smile filled with pride that he only kept for after winning a match or catching an enemy.

Johnny raises his hand to show him his middle finger.

As he mouths “Fuck you.”

And Simon wants to laugh.

Johnny wants to play?

Then they'll play.

Game's on.

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[cats2019forthenintendoswitch]

Early Adventure Time episodes: Ice King "kidnaps" Wire Princess, a vaguely humanoid heap of scrap with a smiley face painted on its "head" which he obviously made. Finn wants to stop him on the principle of kidnapping being bad, while Jake argues that since his "victim" is an inanimate piece of junk, no one's getting hurt and it might even quell his kidnapping thirst. After a series of shenanigans, Ice King attacks Jake, at which point Wire Princess speaks, revealing that not only was she alive, but consenting to the kidnapping as well, because of Ice King's fluffy beard. But now that she has seen him attack Jake, another fluffy thing, her heart is wavering and she must journey alone to find the true meaning of fluff. The end gag is Ice King screaming "She was alive?"

Middle Adventure Time episode: Raggedy Princess' kingdom is being attacked, and the assailant is revealed to be none other than Wire Princess, whose quest for fluff has turned destructive. PB appears excessively distraught by this, and it's revealed that she created Wire and Raggedy Princess (then known as cloth princess) in a recreation of the monkey experiment to best gauge her approach to ruling, in the early days of the Candy Kingdom. However, when the Wire Princess AI realized the candy people were more driven to Cloth Princess' caring nature, it logically concluded the only biological need of candy people is "fluff", and so tried her best to imitate Cloth's behavior, while Cloth Princess' deeply ingrained love for her citizens caused her to attempt to physically care for them. Declaring the experiment a failure, PB mind-wiped them both, gave Cloth Princess a new kingdom and name, and put WP in sleep mode, as well as left her in Ice King's junk pile. Jake, who has been listening, says "PB, that's messed up, man". Although they deliberate whether to reboot her again, she ends up being smashed by a gumball guardian or something. While everyone staress in shock, Raggedy Princess says "That's messed up, man. Also I didn't have time to say this earlier but I'm fine with either Raggedy Princess or Cloth Princess. So, um, yeah. Anyway, I'm going to call the cleanup crew"

Late Adventure Time episode: A strange techno-magical maze appears out of the blue in the Ice Kingdom. Finn and Jake explore it and find imagery of both softness and some sort of pre-apocalypse university, ultimately discovering it was created by Magic Woman/Betty mind-melding with Wire Princes, who was trying to reverse engineer an AI with love magic infused through Simon or whatever. She inadvertently mind-melded then, accidentally creating the semi-physical maze with her magic powers, and in turn realized that WP was, in fact, not only functional and aware this whole time, but she also had a slowed down perception of time. Finn and Jake sever the link after fighting some techno-nightmares. Magic Woman, despite only having been mind-melded for a day, has experienced a whole year, and appears distraught. But this is only momentary, as she declares that her accelerated madness means that her magic will grow exponentially stronger, and runs off appearing to have a plan. Finn and Jake are worried about Wire Princess going haywire (the pun is pointed out), but she clarifies (her voicebox is working now, but not much else) that actually, since she didn't have or understand emotions for most of her aware existence, she was just fine then. She then goes on a beautiful monologue about how, since she's now bonded to one, she finally, truly understands emotional beings and their complex needs. She renames herself "wire knight", and downloads her consciousnesses onto Finn's arm. A later episode has BMO and Wire Knight debating the trolley problem

[fairuzfan]

hello!! I don't know if this is appropriate (pls do not feel obligated to answer) but i was wondering what were ur thoughts on the israeli grass-roots movement Standing Together. I first found out abt them through a tumblr post that shared this substack article (https://theconnector.substack.com/p/if-its-not-helping-then-shut-the). the article immediately put an extremely bad taste in my mouth towards the movement and its founders, but i dont know if i'm being overly-critical of them.

Hey thanks for sending this in. No worries, it's totally ok. I was actually debating whether or not to publish this, mostly because I was afraid this would distract from Gaza, but I decided that it's imperative to stop normalizers from squeezing their way into the movement. Remember, the demands of the Palestinian people begin and end with liberation. Everything else is irrelevant and pointless to the cause.

So first off — I don't think you're being overly-critical of them at all. The first red flag of both this article and the group themselves is that they often exchange "Palestinian" with "Arab" and "Israeli" with "Jewish." That right off the bat shows me they have no respect for Palestinians and see Jewish people and Palestinians as mutually exclusive categories. I've spoken on this blog before about how racist it is to assume no Palestinian is Jewish and vice versa and this group really illustrates the forced division they imagine within their own goals and wording.

The article itself is quite anti-Palestinian in its erasure — it talks about avoiding words like "genocide," and "apartheid," and "ethnic cleansing" because "they are serious people trying to actually get something done." I really don't understand why not using those words makes you a serious person. If anything, it erases a description of how to define what it happening to Palestinians.

The whole redefinition of "peace" in this article and group is just calmness. These people are not advocating for peace in which families are reunited and land is given back — they are advocating for a muted version of the status quo of the current political system, just with less obviously fanatical governments. Peace cannot be attained when the people directly affected cannot have a say in defining it. They won't even say the word "apartheid." It's not some scholarly word with no meaning — it has actual consequences and effects on people (click). Palestinians are tried in military court. Their movement is monitored and restricted. It means that there are different legal systems for different people (click)! If you reject that this exists, then you're not interested in making the lives of Palestinians better — you're only interested in making your own life more comfortable.

As soon as you remove our ability to say words like "genocide" and "apartheid", you remove our ability to determine what happens specifically to Palestinians based on racism. By only saying "Palestinians are getting killed" an Israeli can come in and say "well so am I, by Hamas! Let's work together to end the killing" when it ignores that this is a systematic effort to completely wipe out all trace of Palestinians from the world.

It's like saying, "Don't say you have arthritis, say your joints hurt. And well, that happens to everyone, so let's just find a way to stop all our joints from hurting!" Then you work with people who fundamentally don't understand your pain and symptoms, oversimplifying your situation to the point of malicious universality. Sure, everyone's joints hurt, but my joints are hurting because my immune system is attacking them, not because of old age. You can't help my arthritis the same way you can wear a heat/cold patch to sooth your joints — there are other problems you're ignoring that all work together to cause me systematic pain and might cause bigger problems in the future if left untreated properly.

Similar symptoms don't mean similar causes and ignoring that is fundamentally ignoring the root issue and attempting to trivialize Palestinian's suffering. As soon as you take away the words to describe our situation, it doesn't sound so bad, does it?

Now, basically, the... weirdest part of the article is this excerpt:

People like him in Israel are very aware of how the left here is talking about them, and it’s not helping. “You can call me a colonizer or a settler,” he declared, “but I’m not going anywhere. And neither are the Palestinians.” When people chant, “Palestine will be free,” he said, “we Israelis hear, ‘without you.’ In the same way that a lot of Palestinians hear the ministers in Bibi’s government speak and think they want to do the same thing to them.” The problem as they both see it is that we are caught between two polar opposites. “Hamas believes in Greater Palestine,” Green said. “And on the other side we have people who believe in the idea of Greater Israel.” Indeed, that concept is in the charter of Netanyahu’s Likud Party. “Both sides have very problematic governing bodies,” he added. And the status quo of maintaining the occupation and managing the conflict has been exploded now.

Well, first off, Hamas is not the only one who believes in "Greater Palestine." Palestinians around the globe have been fighting for that since 1948. Second off, it's quite odd that you would center yourself in the wake of the ongoing slaughter of 10,000 people, with no end in sight. Right now, I would assume you'd be advocating for an end to the mass killings first and foremost, but you seem to be more worried about your right to stolen land.

Third, this completely erases the violence done to Palestinians the past 75+ years in favor for a "peace" that will only allow citizens of Israel comfort in their lives. Sure Palestinian citizens of Israel might have more comfortable lives, maybe (although I doubt it). But what about Gaza, which has been ravaged by Israel? What about the people in the Occupied Territories, whose economy depends on Israel, which controls it? What about the millions of refugees around the world who can't so much as see the place where they grew up because they've been exiled? The colonization of Palestine by Israel is not so old — there are people STILL ALIVE who participated in the massacres of Palestinians in 1948 and 1967 and walk around without facing any real consequences for that. My great-grandmother had seen both and she only passed away a couple of years ago. Where is the "peace" for her? Where is the "peace" for millions like her who still dream of going back to their childhood home?

This group AND the article tries to cloud your view into illustrating two opposing groups with equal power. They aren't. Palestinians, unfortunately, endure systematic oppression both within Gaza and throughout Palestine. Each and every time they try to resist peacefully, they've been shot, abducted, or imprisoned. The Great March of Return is one such example. BDS is also an example, yet that has constantly been outlawed by American governments. There have been a plethora of Palestinian artists, writers, and filmmakers who have been silenced or killed for advocating for a Free Palestine. Most recently, this included Heba Abu-Nada who was an award winning poet and writer who was martyred on October 20th after getting shelled by an Israeli missile. Ghassan Kanafani also was assassinated last century. The list goes on. Palestinians have no hope of "changing the system from within" because that internal change will always depend on the mercy of the Israelis that pretend to ally themselves with the Palestinians. Someone in Gaza cannot leave their refugee camp and go back to their ancestral home because no one in this group is advocating for that — and remember, the right of return is an essential part of the demands of the Palestinian people and we cannot ignore that for a forced "peace" that favors calmness over actual justice.

Now as we examine the group themselves, here is their mission statement/goal:

Standing Together is a progressive grassroots movement mobilizing Jewish and Palestinian citizens of Israel against the occupation and for peace, equality, and social justice. We know that the majority have far more in common than that which sets us apart and only a tiny minority benefits from the status quo. The future that we want-peace and independence for Israelis and Palestinians, full equality for everyone in this land, and true social, economic, and environmental justice — is possible. To achieve this future, we must stand together as a united front: Jewish and Palestinian, secular and religious, Mizrahi and Ashkenazi, rural and urban, and people of all genders and sexual orientations. As the largest Jewish-Arab grassroots movement in Israel, we are committed to creating an alternative to our existing reality and building the political strength to make this transformation possible.

Yet again, they are separating "Palestinian" and "Jewish," reinforcing this dichotomy that's so harmful. AND they're interchanging "Palestinian" and "Arab," which erases the diversity within Palestinian society. A group that makes the distinction between "Palestinian" and "Jewish" shows that they are not interested in the restitution of Palestinians but rather solidifying their own position within society by emphasizing a false dichotomy between "Palestinians" and "Jews" with no potential for overlap.

They mention "true justice" but "true justice" doesn't exist if there are no reparations towards the people who have been exiled and displaced, murdered, and tortured the past 75+ years. Justice is not an abstract concept — it is adhering to the demands of the people most impacted by systematic oppression, which is the Palestinians.

Looking at their leadership, there are only a couple of Palestinians with the vast majority of them being non-Palestinian. Sorry, but I'm wholly uninterested in "peace" and "equality" movements that are not made up of majority Palestinians. It's only common sense that you would expect such a movement to be led by Palestinians themselves — but this group seems to use Sally Abed as a token Palestinian who furthers their narrative of wanting "peace" in Israeli society. And even looking at their action items, you can see they make a point about emphasizing safety for the *Israeli* citizens above all else, stating that their far right government does nothing to serve the citizens of Israel. They claim it will also bring safety for Gazans, but how? You can advocate for a change in the government, yes, but if the people in Gaza are subject to getting their rights taken away based on the whims of whoever happens to be in power then no amount of "internal" activism in Israeli society will help them. They will always be at the mercy of the people who have a vested interest in erasing the people of Gaza and the West Bank so that they may take over their land.

Please remember, the civil rights movement of the 60s and the BLM Movement of this century were led by and FOR Black people of the United States because they were the ones making the demands for a change in their circumstances. Because at the end of the day, the people who are the most oppressed deserve the right to decide how their future appears and should not be dictated by the oppressor in any way.

This group tries to make a separation between the "Israeli people" and the "Israeli government." Right away, I have to laugh. They act as if the colonization of Palestine is too old for anyone to remember its origins — no. I had family living in Palestine as recently as '67. Maybe *this* generation didn't choose to settle in Palestine, but the previous generation did. And the generations before that. Before 1948, Israel didn't even exist. Hell, before a couple hundred years ago, BORDERS didn't exist. Not to mention, mandatory conscription means that most civilians will have been directly part of the suppressing forces, making them liable for the material effects of colonization. Why are people so resistant to the idea of undoing colonialism and its effects? I cannot think of any other reason than because they have a vested interest in keeping those borders up, in emphasizing nationality because they're one of the groups of people that is benefited from the establishment of a "Jewish State."

So in that, unless you call for an end to the idea of the "Jewish State" in Palestine, then I cannot think of you as a sincere advocate for Palestinian rights — this group especially plays at normalization of a muted version of the status quo rather than actual justice and reparations. The "Israeli advocates" within this group will benefit first and foremost in their own activism — therefore it's hard for me to view them in a positive light.

All activism for Palestinians should center around giving Palestinians reparations, as well as giving reparations to all indigenous victims of colonization. I think this group only tries to muddy the waters to make people forget what they're fighting for. I honestly do not understand why liberation scares you, if it means that no nation-state will have complete and total power over you and your family.

"Free Palestine" is an anti-colonial movement. Such a thing is possible — but you have to try to make it possible. Those against the unending liberation of all people are one of those who have the most to benefit from the continuation of colonization.

Right now, your main concern should be the people of Gaza and the people of the West Bank, and ensuring their safety and longevity in the face on continued erasure. "Peace" is all well and good but who exactly gets to define that? Who gets to benefit most from it? Unless you can unequivocally answer "ALL Palestinians," then you're not an ally — you're only interested in helping yourselves.

Remember — the fact that we even had to fight for our rights is itself an injustice. At the very least, ask the people who are most affected what they want before you listen to Israelis who have a vested interest in keeping the state of Israel alive.

[roolette]

loved your smoke nsfw alphabet and hoped that you could do the same with Johnny? thanks 😁

You KNOW I can do that

Johnny Cage NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Gonna be real, it takes him some time to get into the habit of doing aftercare. He's used to quick hookups, emotionless sex, etc, and he isn't sure how to go about aftercare. Still, he tries. First, he'll offer you a towel. Then, he'll actually be the one to clean you up. Eventually, aftercare becomes normal for him, and he gets really excited about being able to hold you and kiss you after sex. He likes to lie against your chest and kiss your neck

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

All of it. For both you and him. For him, I mean, isn't that obvious? He's THE Johnny Cage, he's sexy as fuck. Specifically, he really likes his hands. For you, he thinks that you're just hot, and he likes the whole package. He really likes your neck, though. Easily kissable and looks great when marked up.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

If you let him cum on your face, he's yours forever. Literally loves the way you look with his cum dripping down your cheeks. Will wipe it off your face and have you open your mouth so he can stick his finger in. He thinks it's the hottest thing.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's a total exhibitionist, and really likes the idea of people seeing the videos you two have made together. Obviously, he'd never do anything without your consent, but if you were ever down, he'd make sure the world knew just how good he fucks you. You'd probably be trending on Twitter.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced in sex, not as experienced in something as intimate and loving as you two. He'll have to remind himself that it's okay to go slow, that you aren't going anywhere, and he can take his time with you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He likes when you ride him. He gets a front row seat to you loosing yourself on his dick, and it's the perfect view. He'll hold your hips, thighs, and ass while you ride him, making sure you don't slow down. He'll tease you, too, and it quickly turns into banter.

"C'mon, don't tell me you're getting tired already, hun."

"You can't be the one calling me lazy right now."

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He makes so many jokes. Quips, quotes, everything in between. "Wow babe, you're so tight, that's so cool." There's just a lot of laughter and love here. You two have interrupted sex because you ended up getting into some weird debate or joke.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Man is HAIRLESS. Waxed. Such is the life of a star. He doesn't care about whether or not you shave, though. Hair is natural, after all.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

As much as he's goofy, as much as he dirty talks, there is obvious love and care in every move he makes with you. He wants you to have a good time, and he'll check in to make sure you are.

"Are you good? Like, you're sure? I can move?"

"I've been good for the past five minutes, Johnny. You can fuck me."

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He doesn't WANT to jerk off, he has the hottest partner in the world, so there shouldn't be any need for that. However, his work has him traveling a lot, which means sometimes he has to do what he has to do. Luckily, with the videos he has of you, there's plenty of jerk off fodder. He also likes phone sex if you're down, and he'll send plenty of pictures that manage to have both his face and dick in the picture- gotta include the whole package.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I've done a whole post on this here, but I'll add on to it! He likes using toys on you. If you're afab, he'll hold a vibrator to your clit while he fucks you. He also really likes lingerie, no matter what gender you are. He thinks it looks so good on you, and he'll pull the fabric to the side and fuck you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In your big bed, obviously. Also against the kitchen counter. Besides the obvious, he likes to fuck you at parties, in some side room or in the corner, not exactly in front of everyone, but dangerously close to being caught. He'll hold his hand over your mouth, whispering in your ear.

"Shh, shh... c'mon, you want everyone finding us out?"

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Everything. Breathe and he's hard. He likes when you dress up, and any pretty outfit is in danger of getting ripped off later. Also, if he's sitting down somewhere, randomly straddling his lap will absolutely do it for him.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doesn't like HEAVY bdsm. He likes spanking you, but beyond that, he usually just feels weird and guilty if he hurts you any more beyond that. He's the furthest thing for a sadist. He won't get turned on if you cry during sex, he's going to check in and make sure you're okay.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preferred receiving in the beginning, and still loves it. He likes seeing you look up at him with wide eyes while you suck his dick, holding your hair and guiding you along. Once he got a taste of you, though, that all changed. He could give you head for hours, loves to hear the noises you make. Don't make him choose, he loves both.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Likes going fast and rough, quickly making you cum before doing it again. He's an energetic guy, and going fast works for him. There are, of course, times when he'll go slow, drawing things out and making you squirm.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

LOVES THEM. Thinks they're exhilarating. He says they blow off steam, but he usually just ends up more riled up after.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He's game for the most part, except for anything that will hurt you too bad. Besides that, he wants to try different stuff with you, and he's pretty openminded.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I don't think this man gets tired, ever. He can last multiple rounds, and he wants to make you cum as many times as he can. Likes to hear you whining and begging for release one more time.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

As I've said, likes using toys. If you're down to peg him, he is SO down for you to peg him. He gets pretty bratty and whiney when you top him, taunting you. Luckily, you're quick to put him in his place.

"Is that all you can do? I'm barely feeling it here."

"Shut up, Johnny. I'll give you something to feel."

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He's the literal worst. The type to finger you under the table with people there. He'll whisper in your ear, promising all the things he's going to do to you. And don't worry, he keeps every promise.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not only does he whine and moan, he TALKS. He will babble on and on about how good you feel, how well you take him, how hot you are. It's flattering, of course, but I don't think he could shut up if he tried. You wonder how he manages to cum when he's so busy talking.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Thinks it's hot when you wear is clothes. No one can wear them better than him, of course, but he loves the way it's just a little too big on you. He'll fuck you in one of his shirts.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Longer than thick, and he knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Again, breathe and he's hard. He's pretty much always willing, but understands if you're not. He'll always respect your boundaries. Sex is only fun if both people are into it, after all.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He likes to stay up talking with you, but since you guys usually do more than one round, it's easy for him to get tired. Likes falling asleep with you against his chest. He feels safe with you.

[promiscuouscutie]

All Yours pt. 5

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 Word Count: 1657

Warnings: mentions of attempted murder, Ethan having dirty thoughts as usual lol

You put your dishes away, barely listening to Anika’s voice. You were thinking about Ethan. You wish he kissed you earlier. It looked like he wanted to. Why didn’t he? Was there something on my face? Did he all of sudden lose interest in me? You began to feel insecure.

“Did you even hear what I said?” Anika almost shouts. Your eyes widen and you apologize. “I’m sorry! I know you’re worried about our friends. I am too.”

“Are you?” You felt taken back, offended. Anika can see your obviously hurt expression, immediately looking down at the wooden floor. “I’m sorry. I don’t…I didn’t actually mean that.”

“Then what did you mean, Ani?” You snap at her with an attitude. She was surprised by your tone. She sighs heavily and leans against her hand on the counter.

“Mindy’s just getting to me is all. You know she’s been pointing fingers at you, me, and Ethan.” You sigh, agreeing with her. Mindy was a horror fanatic through and through. She knew all the tells, all the tropes. After the murders on campus, she immediately started accusing you and the others. You knew she meant well; she’s scared. You all were.

“It can’t be one of us,” you state.

“Why not?”

“Because I refuse to accept that. We’re all good friends! We haven’t done anything to each other.”

“But one of us could have a secret vendetta. Did you ever think about that?” You practically laugh at the idea.

“I don’t think any of us are capable of killing. I know I’m certainly not. I couldn’t take a life.”

“Well you can tell Mindy that. Because she still thinks it could be you. Actually, she’s been putting all her money on Ethan.” Your ears perk up at the mention of his name. Ethan? Sweet Ethan?

“No way! It can’t be him.”

“Oh? Why not?” Anika smirks. You know she’s not blind. You care about him more than the others, whether you’ll admit it or not. Her question is a test.

“Ethan freaks out any time he sees an insect. You really think someone like that could kill a person?”

“He could just pretend to freak out so you’ll comfort him. You always do,” she points out. You thought about it; she wasn’t totally wrong. You did always calm him down. One time he saw a spider in his room and he practically jumped to the ceiling shouting cuss words. You calmly took the spider and brought it outside, careful not to hurt it. He looked incredibly anxious when you held it, telling him it was going to be okay. But faking it? No way.

Anika’s phone vibrates. Yours does the same. You both read the group text sent by Tara, and the color drains from your faces.

“Oh my god!” You both grab your bags and rush out the door, even forgetting to turn the TV off.

The whole group is gathered in Sam’s apartment, watching a movie to distract from the fear in the air. You were squished between Ethan and Mindy, keeping quiet.

30 minutes ago, you and Anika were comforting the Carpenter sisters. They were attacked by Ghostface, almost killed by a shotgun. Tara was hysterical, and Sam appeared shut down. Mindy and Chad arrived shortly after, and Ethan was the last to come. He claimed he was with his father, which you believed. Mindy was skeptical of course, but when was she not?

Chad suggested watching a movie to calm the nerves. After some debate, you all settled on Jennifer’s Body. Ethan chose to sit next to you before anyone else could claim the spot. Mindy took your left to sit with her girlfriend and the others were in chairs or on the floor.

Throughout the movie, you swore you could feel Ethan’s eyes on you. You felt his fingers graze your hand, as if debating to hold it. You thought it was cute. He’s too nervous to ask. You finally take his hand into yours and smile at him, as if to tell him it’s okay. His face reddens before he looks back at the TV, smiling.

He wants to kiss you so badly right now. He almost did earlier. He was so close, so close to feeling those soft lips on his. But no. Duty calls. He took his frustration out on the Carpenter sisters, hoping to kill them and make himself feel better. But they got away, damn them. Fucking bitches.

You notice Tara leaning on Chad’s shoulder, completely passed out. You could see her mascara under her eyes from the tears; she looked exhausted, mentally exhausted. You began to feel nervous. Would Ghostface attack you next? Mindy? Anika? Chad? Quinn? Ethan?

“Should I put her in her room?” Chad asks Sam. She sighs, staring at her little sister. “Yeah. Thanks, Chad.” Chad smiles and picks Tara up carefully, walking to her room. Sam sets the remote down on the coffee table and stands up from her chair.

“I’d like it if you all slept over. That way I know you’re all safe. I’ve got blankets and pillows. Just..figure out who’s sleeping where in here.”

You and the others nod before she walks off. The four of you look at each other awkwardly. Mindy yawns and stretches her arms up. “Well I say Ani and I get the couch since we’re a couple. You got a problem with that?”

“No,” you and Ethan say in sync. Mindy smiles. “Great! You guys can sleep on the floor.” Ethan rolls his eyes at her, which you notice. You laugh a little as you set your purse by a chair, planning to just sleep in it. Maybe your back would hurt a little in the morning, but it would be better than the pain from sleeping on the floor.

Ethan brings the other chair next to yours, as if to sleep next to you. Sam comes back out with pillows and blankets, handing them to all of you. “If you need anything else, let me know. I’ll be up for a little longer.”

Mindy and Anika cuddle on the couch, already passed out. The only ones watching the movie were you and Ethan. You were covering yourself with a gray blanket, holding yourself for warmth. Ethan is still awake, occasionally stealing glances at you.

You look back at the girls, checking if they were still asleep. You slide your hand under Ethan’s blanket, searching for his hand. Ethan sees this, almost flinching. In his eyes, it looked like you were going for his dick. You? Being inappropriate? Right in front of your friends?

Of course you weren’t doing that. You found his hand and squeezed it, taking him out of his fantasies. “Ethan? Can I ask you something?” You whisper to him.

“Anything,” he smiles.

“Were you gonna kiss me earlier?” You ask. Ethan looks at your lips. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you do it before you left me?”

“I thought the moment was ruined.” You sit up in your chair, pulling the blanket down to your lap. You start staring at his lips too, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Would you kiss me now?” Ethan’s brain starts to combust. You amazing, pretty girl.

“Do you want that?” He asks. He wants to make sure this is what you want. He wants you to feel safe with him. You move closer to him and touch his shoulder, as if to hold onto him. “Please, Ethan? I wanna kiss you.” Your voice sounds a little whiny, sending Ethan over the edge. If you used that voice on him again, he might just crumble to your feet.

He has imagined this moment, dreamt about it. He can’t mess up. He wants it to be perfect for you.

He presses his lips against yours, and your hands go to cup his face. This was heaven for him. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Your body, right in his hands. He grips your waist, squeezing it. You feel him pull you closer, and you let him. You want to be against him, to feel his warmth. Where is this going? Are we just kissing? Is something else going to happen?

You try to look over at the couch, trying to check if the girls were still asleep. When you break the kiss, you hear Ethan whine a little at the loss of your lips. He starts to kiss down your neck as his hands wander downward. You gasp, almost too loud. “Ethan! What if someone sees?” You nervously whisper to him.

He pauses. I don’t care. I’d fuck you right now regardless. But you didn’t think like that; he knew that. He looks over his shoulder, feeling relieved to see the girls still passed out. “They’re asleep.” He looks at you again, noticing how you’re fiddling with the string on your shorts. You look nervous. It’s cute to him. He likes that. But what if you weren’t ready to do more?

He takes his hands off your ass, moving back to your waist. “We can stop if you want,” he says softly. He notices your eyes shift down, avoiding his.

You like kissing him. You like touching him. You’ve been thinking about him recently in a romantic way. And yet, you didn’t feel ready to go further. You felt embarrassed, immature. He squeezes your waist again. “I mean it. We can stop.”

“Okay,” you finally say. His hands leave your waist. “Do you wanna go to sleep?” He asks, as if to ease you.

“Mhm. I’m feeling tired.” He nods, pulling your blanket up for you. You grab onto it, holding it over your chest. You lean against his shoulder, still wanting to be close to him. He allows this, accepts it immediately.

He watches you close your eyes, slowly drifting away. He smiles to himself. All mine. My sweet, dumb thing.

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[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Why do both Shanks and Mihawk feel like they'd get endlessly riled up by being teased throughout the day (gentle whispered promises of what's to come, discreet teasing touches that linger too long yet still not enough, obviously purposeful peeks of skin) yet in completely different ways too. Like brat taming aside, Shanks feels like he'd be so into a more devious teasing of 'playing with almost getting caught but not', yet Mihawk somehow gives the 'so subtle only I am noticing what my partner is doing' vibes, AND ALSO Shanks is giving 'likes devious teasing' energy and Mihawk is giving 'like "submissive" teasing energy's (in the sense that Shanks would get more riled up by someone giving more smirks, teasing, touches and being more outwardly obvious about it, and Mihawk would get more riled up with whispered 'I can't wait for you to-' kind of teasing ((mostly because it feeds his ego 😂)) and subtle touches and stares where nobody but him can decipher the meaning) and this fluctuates depending on their mood obviously, plus whoever's perspective when it comes to writing them, but still. T H E M. THEMMMM.

Oh dear lord yes they both are. Two sides of the same coin, but both?

Guuuuhhhh BOTH—

Also Shanks is Miguel and Mihawk is Tulio and I will not be accepting any debate on this subject

Heads or Tails

Shanks and Mihawk x AFAB!Reader

NSFW headcanons

♫♬The Fratellis — Chelsea Dagger♬♫

I was good, she was hot, stealin' everything she got,

I was bold, she was over the worst of it

Shanks being more obvious about it, for sure.

Shanks has no issues at all with public displays of affection. Lives for the thrill of it, to be honest.

The more obvious you are, the more riled up he's going to get.

Sit yourself down in his lap, cup your hands around his ear, whisper all your filthiest fantasies while he's in a situation where he has to wait, and he's going to have trouble remembering how words work, much less sentences.

Just smirking to himself when you lean down behind him and wrap your arms around his neck, press yourself against him and brush your lips to his neck.

The more you tease him throughout the day, the more he's going to tease you once he has you alone later.

Laying you across his bed and slowly stripping your clothes from your body between slow, teasing kisses across every inch of skin he exposes.

Being absolutely relentless about it, his lips and fingers trailing softly all over your naked form, giving you just enough pleasure to make you beg for more.

Swirling his tongue around your nipples, trailing his lips slowly down your stomach, brushing them across your inner thighs, glancing up to meet your gaze and flashing a grin at you.

"Oh, but princess, you made me wait all day. I think you can wait just a bit longer."

Mihawk is going to act like you're annoying him the whole time.

Tossing a warning glare at you when you slip your hand up his thigh under the table.

Scowling when you brush past him and whisper a few vulgar words in his ear.

Pulling you to him when no one else is looking just to scold you and ask whether you're looking to be punished.

But you know damned well he's looking forward to it just as much as you are.

You know how much he enjoys you being an insatiable little brat.

You know he loves putting you in your place, and you love giving him reason to.

You know that once you're behind closed doors, he's going to pin you to that door by your wrists, look you right in the eyes while he slowly slits open your clothes with kogatana before sheathing the knife and tossing it aside.

Refusing to release your hands while his free hand roams across every inch of your exposed skin.

Caressing your neck and your waist, squeezing your breasts, your ass, rubbing hard against your clit, reveling both in your helpless moans and the sheer amount of control he has over your body.

Nipping at your neck while he murmurs in your ear every last little thing he intends to do to you.

"Now tell me, my darling little bird...who is the one in control, here?"

[xiaosorbet]

you try to get kaveh to stop working so hard, only to find that he’s not exactly doing work. (kaveh x reader)

1.5k words, no warnings, fluff, reader and kaveh are roommates, written with kind of a college au in mind but nothing specific is mentioned, gender neutral reader

“don’t you need sleep?”

your voice resonated throughout the small bedroom, accompanied only by the scratchy sounds of pencil against paper. your roommate kaveh sat at his desk, focused on some assignment of his.

“no.” his tone was blunt and sure, leaving little room for debate, although the eyebags settling below his tired ruby eyes begged to differ.

you rolled your eyes from your place on his bed. you should’ve expected that answer.

he didn’t look up from his work at all. he was encased in his own little world with his work - although trapped seemed a more fitting word. he spent countless nights just like this: working on a project last minute either because he had scrapped his previous work on the grounds of it being imperfect (to you, everything he came up with seemed fine. amazing, even), or because his inspiration had conveniently only chosen to appear right before a deadline.

a helpless sigh left your lips. you continued to lie on your stomach, watching him with your chin on your palms. he was obviously tired. it seemed the more tired he was, the more stubborn he chose to be about not taking a break.

it was always hard to get through to him on nights like these. bribery, trickery, words of persuasion… none of them worked. each time you tried to coerce him away from his work, seeing him grow more fatigued by the minute, his determination and complete and utter stubbornness won out.

your concern for his wellbeing as his roommate and friend was always clouded by his desire to not only meet expectations, but exceed them and constantly deliver perfection even at the expense of his own health.

but tonight, you would have none of that.

“when is that even due?” you asked him, once more trying to get his attention. if it wasn’t extremely urgent, then you wanted him to get the rest he so sorely deserved, even if he didn’t agree.

a pause. you saw his eyes dart to the side, away from you. “…around this time tomorrow.” he said it haltingly, as if he was a little unsure.

you raised your eyebrow. “will you be busy the whole day tomorrow?”

“well, no… but this is really important. it needs to be perfect,” he turned to you then, resting his cheek on his knuckle. he blew out a small exasperated breath, like a frustrated child would.

and here he was once more trying to justify his simply ungodly working hours with the fact that it needed to be the best. in your ever-changing lives, that was one constant you wished he would break.

feeling somewhat fed-up with his uncompromising will to work himself to death, exhaustion clear as day on his face, you stood up and approached the desk. “let me see it.” you were sure that whatever was on the paper was more than good enough already. he was always too hard on himself.

as you moved closer to his workspace, he sprung into sudden alertness, the hand where his face had been resting moved away, and he covered whatever he had been sketching with both his forearms. you furrowed your brows in clear confusion. he had a sort of deer-in-headlights look on his face.

“kaveh?”

you stared at him, waiting for an explanation. he remained still, arms not budging, eyes looking everywhere but at you.

“come on, i’m sure it’s already amazing. and even if it isn’t, you still have the whole day tomorrow to work on it. you clearly need some rest.”

“but i-” he began. his arms moved towards himself, pulling the scattered bits of paper closer to him, farther from you. you didn’t let him finish speaking.

“tut! no buts. show me.” his behavior wasn’t too unusual; sometimes he’d refrain from showing people the rougher, less coherent of his ideas. but you didn’t care whether it was fully fleshed out and polished or just the messy beginnings of a concept. everything he spun with his mind and fingers seemed to capture you. nothing he did was imperfect to you.

you wished he’d see that, especially during times like this. “i’m sure it’s already amazing, just like everything else you draw.”

“that... that’s not… i…” he stumbled over his words as a faint blush, soft and pink as a flower petal bloomed on his cheeks.

taking advantage of his momentary discomposure, you quickly leaned in and seized a piece of paper from underneath his arms, ready to shower his work with compliments in hopes of convincing him to take a break from pressuring himself so much.

rather than the scribbled words and architectural sketches you were expecting to see, your eyes were met with none other than yourself.

rough sketches of you from the neck up, drawn from different perspectives, this angle and that. all in kaveh’s unmistakable style. you’d know it anywhere, the quick strokes that seemed to move faster than his own train of thought, like his hands knew exactly what to do. except you had never seen it like this, lines moving and curving into each other to form a portrait of a person—of you.

you were speechless. the drawings were beautiful. artful, even. for one thing, you were stunned because you didn’t know he was capable of something like this. and for another, the subject of the art in question was you.

in the time you took to stare at his drawings, kaveh had stood up and watched you silently, waiting for you to say something. you’d expected him to jump up and grab the paper immediately, but it seemed that despite his initial adamance in not letting you see it, he now wanted to see your reaction.

a flurry of emotions flutter around in your chest. mostly bewilderment; the fact that he drew you… and so… beautifully… was this how he saw you? was this really how you appeared to him?

“kaveh… did you do these?” you knew it was stupid to ask, but you wanted him to confirm it nonetheless. when you turned to look at him, he immediately averted his gaze.

“yeah, i did.” his voice was quiet and shy, so unlike the usual confidence he had when talking about his works. he seemed now like a child bracing for judgment.

you tried to move into his line of sight. you wanted him to look at you, to see how you felt about it. to see the astonishment and amazement in your eyes when you spoke. “i love it. why did you try to hide it?”

finally, he met your eyes in earnest. his face reddened once more. his usual loud and bright demeanor was replaced by something softer, more fragile. “isn’t it obvious?”

you shook your head, but it seemed that your body was aware of something your mind hadn’t caught on to yet, a warm flush creeping up your neck and your cheeks. he stepped towards you and held onto one end of the paper. you unwittingly breathed in his scent. you encounter it every single day, every time you pass by him, every time you do the laundry. but in that moment, the smell of him suddenly felt much more intimate.

“look, it’s not finished. they’re just rough sketches.” he glanced at the paper before setting his gaze on your face, looking at you sheepishly. a bittersweet smile played on his lips. “i want to draw you to perfection. i want to capture the way i see you in all of its entirety. these don’t even come close.”

and there it was again, his ever-present perfectionism. it confused you; why would he put so much effort into drawing you?

and suddenly, the answer came as quickly your question had. kaveh’s face inched towards yours, his eyes holding desperate meaning, like he could read your mind and was trying to answer with his expression.

kaveh, he…

“it’s already perfect,” you mumbled. you found yourself in a trance, lost in the emotions held in his gleaming red eyes, yet still wanting to reassure him. “…everything you make is beautiful.”

“not nearly as beautiful as you.”

all of this was to get him to rest… you knew what was happening, but you couldn’t let yourself forget that he needed a break still. eyebags still sunk underneath his eyes.

and yet… while you wanted him to stop working so hard—real work or otherwise—part of you now felt that you just wanted him all to yourself.

and so what you did next was what you’d later call a stroke of genius, a master stratagem to achieve both of your goals. not only that, it was also an expression of what you couldn’t quite put into words just yet.

you leaned in and planted your lips gently against his.

despite the tiredness you knew he was harboring, you felt his lips move to form a little smile as he kissed you back. your heart fluttered in pleasant surprise. you felt kaveh’s grasp on the paper wane before he let go completely to cup the side of your face instead.

after a couple seconds of chaste kiss against smiling lips, you pulled back and he grinned at you, his face lit up with joy, all but forgetting about his earlier discontentment. you smiled back at him before reaching to place the paper back on the desk behind him.

“now… how about a break, hm?”

[lunar-years]

The rest of the team is now totally used to the sight on the coach of Jamie sprawled over Roy's lap fast asleep while Roy just stares stoically dead ahead, but hes also got his arms wrapped around Jamie and anyone watching closely would see his hold tighten every time the bus breaks or turns to prevent Jamie from sliding off

YEAH!!

Random headcanon hour I think Roy is veryyyy “we must be Normal Coach and Player we must not mix Work with our Relationship” (on the surface at least lmao) so on the way to any game he insists on sitting up front with the coaches away from Jamie and Jamie sits with the lads and They Don’t Interact. This is also a weird pregame ritual where they do not talk directly or interact outside of like, Roy’s pre-match hype speech to the whole team. Because to talk one on one or whatever would be bad luck. BUT. On the way back. Well. That’s a different story.

If they win, obviously they’re both very happy and feel more loose. So then after, Jamie very deliberately hangs back to be one of the last on the coach so that he can obviously makes eyes at Roy and wait for Roy’s “permission” to sit with boys celebrating on the way home (this is just Roy head-nodding at him). Roy always does nod and let him, of course. Only problem is that Jamie is notoriously sleepy after games and so even if everyone is happy-partying-etc, Jamie passes out halfway through the trip on whosever shoulder he happens to be next to, lmao. Then when they get to the Richmond car park, Dani and Sam always have to debate: ‘do we wake him up?! 🥺’ until Roy stomps back there and is all ‘I’ll take it from here’ in his Roy Voice, and then eases him off Dani’s shoulder or whoever and onto his own 🥺 but then as soon as the last boys are off the coach and they’re alone he’s barking at Jamie to wake tf up so they can go tf home and flicking the side of his head to get him to awake ckdhdikwk. He’s very gentle helping him off the bus though and he always carries jamies bag for him because sleepy Jamie is bad about leaving shit behind ❤️

If they LOSE…I think Roy is a massively sore loser tbh, lol. So while I think he can hold himself together enough to be moderately motivational in the locker room, once they get to the bus everyone knows to give him a wide berth. He’ll come into training the next time with a wealth of new ideas for them to try and be all business about it and deadpan calm about their fuckups, but right after a lose, he is fuming simmering in anger and you are better off Not Talking to Him and for the love of god Do Not Approach. The only person he lets near him is Jamie. Jamie always sits with him when Roy is Like That, and usually they don’t talk at all, but when Jamie eventually falls asleep on Roy’s shoulder Roy has an arm gripped around him steadying him at every bump.

Reversely, if it’s a game where Jamie specifically plays poorly (whether they won or lost), Roy will be like “oi Tartt! You’re up here with me” and Jamie will of course Go and Roy will talk to him in Soft Tones and no one else on the team understands how or why but Jamie always ends up asleep on Roy’s shoulder by the end of the ride one way or another.

Anyway, yeah, the bus as a sacred space or whatever

[bucky-h0e]

A/N: It has been a hot while, but I am slowly working my way back into the writing scene. I missed writing these but unfortunately, Uni took priority but on the bright side, ya girl got her masters degree!

This one is more focused around Sam and Alpine's relationship.

Anyway, enjoy!

How Alpine Celebrates Mother's Day

Now, Alpine does not have the best relationship with her parents.

Why else would she have immediately gotten herself adopted by an ex-assassin? (or did she adopt him?)

So when she met Bucky, and he started doing little things for her and supporting her in a way a father would, she buckled.

she immediately started thinking of ways to celebrate father's day for him

But then when Sam entered the picture, Alpine had a moment of realisation at 2am whilst watching big foot documentaries

she had Bucky

strong, protective, grumpy old ass who would put himself between her and any threat that popped up in her shenanigans

and she had Sam

sassy, enthusiastic Sam who encouraged her shenanigans

she had a whole family dynamic going on and she was going to celebrate that

for the first time in her life, she had a family and she wanted to show them both how much she appreciated them letting her be in their lives

lets be honest, she didn't give them a choice

but she could still show her love for them

now she didn't know what days to celebrate each person, she just knew she wanted to give them each their own day

so one day (quite literally mother's day - Alpine lost track of time and procrastinated too long), Sam and Bucky are at the latter's apartment, just chilling having a guys night

catching Bucky up on all the movies he's missed

having a couple of beers

just two friends, relaxing, laughing, having a good time

peaceful

until Hurricane Alpine struck

She came barrelling in, bags in hand that she was trying and failing to hide

balloons floating behind her she she kept trying to pull down behind her back

hair an absolute wreck, out of breath and trying to play it off

"Oh hey i didn't know you'd both be here what a surprise"

"Alpine you made us download a collective calendar, you know damn well it's guys night"

"shut up you love that app"

she struggles to get a coin out of her pocket, cursing at the balloons hitting her in the face and dropping the bags

"Uh.. you need a hand there Al?"

"NO IT'S FINE"

punches the balloons into the hallway and turns with a wild smile

"Flip the coin"

Sam is scared

Bucky is confused and debating whether or not he should put a restraining order in

"why?"

"no reason"

"well there is a reason obviously"

"no, no reason"

"i think there is a reason, what are you going to do"

"why do you assume i'm up to something?"

"the last time you made us flip a coin with no context you sold Bucky's arm"

"Hey when a blue lady comes knocking on your door looking for a gift for her raccoon friend, you oblige"

"do you know how LONG it took for me to get my arm?!"

"you're being so dramatic you literally got it back a few days later"

"I didn't get it back, Shuri made me a new one."

"Even better"

"She keeps texting me warnings about raccoons"

"She's looking out for you"

Sam is loving this, he remembers the day he walked in on Bucky frantically looking for his arm whilst Alpine sat on his couch cry-laughing out of pure stress and enjoyment.

Though they were slightly concerned by the fact that a) Nebula came to Alpine to get the arm and b) Rocket now had cybernetically enhanced piece of Vibranium.

safe to say Alpine was in trouble for a while

"Can you just- will you flip the coin? I'm not going to sell any appendages or organs to otherworldly beings."

"When did you sell organs?"

".... What organs?"

With that knowledge, Sam and Bucky flipped the coin, Sam calling heads whilst it was in the air, with it landing on his call.

victorious, he grimaces and looks at Alpine

"You can't have my wings."

"I don't need 'em, you wait here. I will be back"

grins and runs out, half tripping over the forgotten balloons as she goes and running into her door in the process.

Bucky decides to pray for Sam whilst the latter looks at him nervously

"I should be worried, shouldn't I?"

Bucky sighs and shrugs, "It's Alpine."

it's silent for a little while, they can hear loud shuffling and curses coming from across the hall

"Yes, be worried"

Sam is debating whether or not to run now or just accept his fate

it's too late though, because Alpine comes rushing back over with a card, some flowers, the balloons that had been poorly hidden behind her back and a box of chocolates

both men are seriously confused, but Bucky is also slightly annoyed

sure, Sam wins a coin flip and gets flowers, Bucky wins a coin flip and get's his arm stolen

makes sense

"Happy mother's day Sammy!"

"What"

"OH MY GOD"

Bucky is no longer annoyed, laughing and grinning at Sam

Sam is confused

when did he become a mother

when did he sign up for this

"Al what-"

"I know, I know. But I never-.." she pauses, handing Sam his gifts before shuffling, Bucky stops laughing at this point because he knows when Alpine is about to dump some trauma

"I never had a good relationship with my family and it's mothers day today and I was like I could just celebrate you two on father's day but you've both helped and supported me in different ways and you don't deserve to share a holiday besides you'll just argue, so i thought this was a better way and-"

"AL!"

She huffs and glares at them both

how dare they interrupt her nervous ranting

didn't they know its the only way she could c o p e

Bucky grins at her, glancing at Sam as the latter stands and gives her a tight hug

Alpine is surprised, she genuinely thought Sam would be annoyed but hugs him back anyway

is kind of embarrassed and awkward

poor baby is not hugged often

but relaxes soon enough when she spots Bucky smiling at the pair on the couch

Sam's hand rubbing soothing circle on her back before they pull apart and he grins at her

"Thank you kid. Really. I'm- I'm happy you think of me as your family, you know I'll always be hear to support you."

"Aww thanks mama goose"

Bucky snorts

literally a few months ago this man thought Alpine was a cat

now look at them

Alpine is positively glowing

she literally could not contain herself and she goes back in for another hug, laughing as Sam begs her not to call him any type of nickname

"I'm serious, do not call me mum in public."

"Are falcon's motherly?"

"I regret so much"

"Aw man am I getting disowned already?"

"Yeah no, you've done it now. You're my kid forever now bitch"

"Sammy you can't call your kid a bitch"

"I can if its affectionate"

Sam is buzzing, despite now having to reject every mother bird pun Alpine makes, shaking his head at all of her new bird pun name suggestions

He didn't like to admit it, but he was always somewhat jealous

sure he was friends with Steve before, but it always felt like Steve and Bucky.. and Sam

and then with Alpine it was Bucky and Alpine... and Sam

but now he had Bucky

and he had Alpine

he had a family here in New York

and he loved them

would he admit that?

no, he would actually rather cease to exist once more

but he knew they knew

an unspoken bond between the three of them that all three would die protecting

as if they would ever let Alpine do that though, she cuts her finger just trying to slice an apple and he and Bucky go absolutely insane

but they make this an annual celebration, though Sam refuses to admit it is for mother's day

"I am not your mother"

"uh huh, okay"

[saintsenara]

Absolutely no pressure if it really does make you uncomfortable to talk about but I would LOVE to hear about why dramione pisses you off... first and foremost because I'm a card-carrying dramione hater and there's nothing quite as enjoyable as a fellow hater articulating their haterade. Please. I'm handing you the mic. Go to town. (If you want!)

thank you very much for the ask, anon - and it's very sweet of you to ask whether dramione makes me sincerely uncomfortable [it doesn't, and if there's ever a day when i find harry potter shipping preferences that deep i shall face god and walk backwards into hell]. i subscribe to one belief in fandom above all others - that you can write yourself into, and out of, the most nonsensical premises if you are willing to engage with your characters in their full spectrum and if you have enough nerve. which is to say, there is almost certainly dramione out there that i would regard as interesting and well done, which feels coherent as a premise within which to situate both hermione and draco's canon selves, and which does so by being unsparing in how it deals with the whole "he thinks she's literally subhuman" thing...

but the reason i don't like dramione as a pairing is because i've never actually seen it done in a way that actually is interesting.

i'm on the record as a straightforward hater of fanon!hermione - the preternaturally perfect, incandescently beautiful "brightest witch of her age" [lupin means by this - please, i am begging you all to understand - that she's clever for a fourteen-year-old, not that she's some sort of epoch-defining intellect] who makes you wonder if we've all forgotten the early-00s flame wars over mary-sues. i am also on the record as a hater of the classic draco-in-leather-pants version of the other half of our pairing - draco is an insecure, pointy little dickhead whose jokes always flop, and he is so much more fun in this form than he is as the suavest man alive.

and, obviously, dramione is famous for being beholden to these characterisations [something, if i may, which is really letting harmony and snamione off the hook...]. and that is just so boring! even in a setting in which an author doesn't want to deal with the context of blood-supremacist prejudice - and good for them! why not! - i would much rather see fics think interestingly about how mashing draco and hermione's personalities together would actually go. how would he handle her constant need to debate things? how would she handle his fits of crippling jealousy? how would he handle her stubbornness? how would she handle his self-interestedness?

and i think something quite striking could actually come of this... as i've noted elsewhere, draco's narrative mirror is ron, who is obviously a ride-or-die hermione stan, and there is - therefore - a way set out within the arc of canon for thinking about how hermione and draco might interact. it could be a genuinely fantastic piece of enemies-to-lovers fun, but this would involve both hermione and draco's canonical characteristics being thought about [and harry and ron's: the former always seems to come around to dramione really quickly, while the latter is written as a death-eater-adjacent boor who doesn't want the woman who "belongs to him" to be happy], and i'm afraid that the vast, vast majority of dramione writing seems to have no interest in doing this when "just make him suave and her perfect" exists...

but, of course, there is a second major objection which i know many people have to dramione: that he is a member of a terrorist organisation which believes in eradicating people like her, and that he believes wholeheartedly in that organisation's beliefs.

and my feelings about this are more complicated.

because, to be frank, as someone who has - only this week - written harry having a sensual little snog with his parents' murderer, i can't really get up on my high-horse about people shipping the heroes with the villains. and, indeed, i won't - another fandom [and life!] principle i have is that the potential of redemption for everybody is one of the most important things about humanity; that even the most evil people can repent and repent sincerely; and that love is strange and unpredictable.

i do think something interesting could be done with draco having to unlearn literally everything about his life, and with both him and hermione grappling with their personal limits when it came to remorse and forgiveness as they realise that, against all the odds and no matter the heavy weight of the past, they want to make something together. but, once again, the standard move in dramione seems to be a sort of "nooo, he didn't really mean it!" or a "hermione gets over it immediately because he didn't rat them out when the snatchers caught them!" [no - he didn't rat harry out. he doesn't seem to have a problem with hermione getting tortured by bellatrix...] or a "well harry using sectumsempra means i'm over the fact he called me a mudblood" or "uwu he was sixteen". and, once again, i think it's dull!

and this, of course, brings us to the other category of dramione - the one in which she's a dirty little fucktoy for a sadistic pureblood lord. while this is at its worst in other hermione/death eater ships, we've all seen the fics: hermione is given to draco as a forced bride; hermione is given to draco as a sex slave; hermione is given to draco to be degraded etc.

i have no moral objection to people wanting to read and write this stuff, because i'm neither a cop nor a priest. my objection, once again, is that this is dull.

i think there is something really, really interesting which could be done with draco finding himself attracted to hermione despite what he's been raised to believe about her, above all for the way this could be used to play with the gendered dynamic we might expect to find when this trope is used.

discrimination is justified by societies - again and again throughout the course of history - with the claim that it protects women [and men's claim to them]. we can imagine easily that this is the same in the wizarding world because voldemort literally tells us so - in the opening chapter of deathly hallows he explicitly equates tonks' marriage to lupin as the cause of the "rot" in the black family tree, before he goes on to murder charity burbage while accusing her of supporting miscegenation.

what we see less frequently is the idea that men need to be protected from the other - societies are much more amenable to seeing men's behaviour as hypocrisy [and tolerating this] rather than moral corruption, and we can assume in the wizarding world that it would be perfectly acceptable for a pureblood man to have a muggleborn mistress or a half-blood love-child in a way it never would be for a pureblood woman.

so how does draco justify his attraction to hermione to himself? how does he keep her a secret? how does he think of women more generally, if he has a pureblood wife at home and a muggleborn woman he cheats on her with? does he see nothing contradictory about sneaking off into broom cupboards and then strutting into the slytherin common room and telling pansy parkinson that hermione is a digusting mudblood dog?

or, does he get the other side of the coin? do lucius and narcissa think he's being corrupted? is his temptation all-consuming? will he lie about hermione attacking him to save face? will he turn on the tears and place her in unimaginable danger and then feel only the slightest hint of regret?

and i just think that has so much more potential than your standard "draco's sadistic but, more importantly, he's hot" stuff.

because i will read things that are objectively baffling if they are, at least, interesting. dramione nation, i'm begging you... just be interesting.

[gabessquishytum]

Okay so the 🤜 anons addition to the young Dream au is making me go berserk. Hob living three doors down from Dream's parents and sneaking around with their barely legal son is just chef's kiss. 10/10, been thinking about this all day.

But your addition made me think: a/o/b

So, Hob's not rich as in get-away-with-murder rich (aka. Dream's family), but he's doing very well. He made some very smart investments and now his job and the investment's interest earn him enough so he can live in the Endless' posh neighbourhood. He's moved there just a few years ago, and rumours have been going wild between the fine mum's and old money fathers as to why Hob's single and won't show any interest in a relationship.

After all, he's a very handsome alpha in his prime, he's rich, educated, kind. There are no scandals connected to his name, no children out of wedlock - what the fuck is wrong with him?

There are some rumours going around - mainly that he lost his first wife and won't consider marriage again (he'd never been married, so he doesn't know where that's coming from) and/or that he can't get it up (he's not sure about that either) - which eventually at least stop the stream of mamas trying to marry off their omega children to him and/or proposition him themselves.

Hob being Hob did intend to fuck over these upper-class wankers by basically reverse gentrifying the area. He still wants to do that, but a week after he moved into his swanky house the real trouble falls into his lap: Dream Endless.

He's a bratty little attention whore, displacing Hob from his own sun lounger in the backyard, because "he can't sit in the sun for too long or his teint will suffer". Hob's speechless because this is his fucking backyard, but he also moves because he's never seen anything as breathtakingly beautiful as Dream. And the way he smells-

Hob can't decide whether he wants to fuck him or lick him all over first. (spoiler: he get's to do both eventually)

Dream shows up the next day and the next and the day after that, not five minutes after Hob's made it home from uni. His demands are becoming increasingly outrageous considering he does not live with Hob and they actually don't know each other that well. And yet Hob complies, because he wants to give Dream all of his attention and spoil him rotten.

Mama and papa Endless are so fascinated. Dream is usually such a complicated child, always getting himself in trouble, but since he regularly visits the nice professor, debating about whatever, he's so much better behaved. Maybe they should grant him his wish of studying art if that's how well-mannered he becomes then. Hob's future spouse will be so lucky, he's so good with kids, they will all be perfect little angels.

Meanwhile, white they are still praising the positive influence Hob has on their son, Dream finally pushed Hob past his breaking point, causing him to corner Dream in the kitchen. And then eat him out on the kitchen counter. And the fuck him against the door. and then in the shower-

Scene flips to mama Endless: "Dream hasn't thrown a tantrum all week! He actually agreed to a suggestion we made!"

While three houses down, Dream's bouncing up and down on Hob's cock, begging for his knot and his babies and-

This goes on for ages. Dream turns into a model of well behaved high society child in front of his parents and slutty brat for Hob, who will resort to stripping whenever he feels Hob's paying more attention to his research than to Dream. Dream has mastered the art of climbing down the trellis beneath his window to visit Hob at any time of the night. He's sleeping there way more nights than he does in his own bed. His parents have no idea.

Obviously, the whole thing blows when Dream's parents find them fucking in the living room and kick their son out. Only now they spent a year or more praising their new neighbour for how good he is with kids and their son for how much he matured.

They are so livid when the neighbourhood learns that 1) Dream, even though he might be a bit you, managed to console Hob's broken heart and 2) apparently his broken cock too because the entire street can hear, and sometimes see, them fucking like animals and Dream's pregnant within half a year of moving in with Hob (after he finally wore him down and begged for him to fill him up with pups often enough)

respectfully, might I request the 💄 emoji if that's still available?

Oh no I'm deeply obsessed with this!

The best thing is... Hob doesn't want a sweet, obedient, housekeeping omega! He likes his bratty firecracker Dream and he equally loves that Dream is a proper little slut! He wants Dream to have a proper life of his own and do his own thing, and he's not opposed to Dream having a bit of fun (as long as it doesn't go too far).

And the funny thing about all of the above? Dream suddenly wants to be a well behaved omega. He wants to settle down and be married and mated and he very much wants as many pups as Hob in willing to put in him.

Hob is like "are you sure you don't want to go out with your friends?? make silly youthful decisions??" Because he kind of thought (in a sad way) that Dream was using him to rebel against his parents. Well, Dream was. But now he's fallen in love.

Imagine how annoying it is for Mr and Mrs Endless to see their renegade son walking down the street, demure in a pretty white sundress and holding on to Hob’s arm. There's already a little visible bump at the front of his dress where his pregnancy is making itself known. Hob smirks knowingly but Dream ignores his parents - acts like they aren't even there at all. He's got better things to think about. Like the babymoon that Hob has promised to take him on.

Hob is so head over heels in love with his omega its almost sickening for everyone else. Sometimes he thinks he's dreaming, and then he wakes up to find Dream sitting on his dick at 3am cause he was horny... and he's like "ah yes same ole slutty Dream. oh how I love him."

[trans-buckleyy]

"#I just think Eddie and Buck want something completely different from a relationship" i think i agree with you on this (still trying to parse my thoughts) but i was wondering if you'd mind elaborating? i'm curious about your thoughts!

give me a couple days to go back and rewatch some eps and I might be able to get back to you with a proper answer lol - so have this thing which is basically me chucking thoughts at a wall and seeing what sticks (BEFORE ANYONE KILLS ME THIS IS ALL PERSONAL INTERPRETATION - plus im human and get stuff wrong sometimes)

I think Eddie's looking for a taste of normality really, someone who provides that "mother" figure for Christopher (which, how healthy or needed that is is debatable). None of his relationships have been with first responders and tbh I think he would feel worse if he let Chris get attached to someone as a parental figure and they also put themselves in danger all the time (doesn't apply in the same way to Buck currently because even though he's so close to Chris, he's very obviously not a mother figure, plus they're coworkers so it's a whole other added dynamic). To be clear what Eddie wants may not actually be healthy but that doesn't change the fact that it's what he's looking for in a relationship. A lot of other people have said this but he doesn't really actively look for a romantic relationship for the most part, he's very much a 'hope it clicks' type of person (which is funny considering his views on fate). He doesn't really seem the type to want to work for a relationship, which is quite impractical with being a first responder. Tbh my personal head canon is that he's somewhere on the aromantic spectrum but that's just me.

Buck is very much the opposite, he might not communicate well all the time - which they're working on this time - but he's been actively seeking out a romantic relationship from s1. Imo he's had to work for all of them (partly because of his awful luck when it comes to dates), he wants someone who's going to put in just as much effort to the relationship as he is. Hello, abandonment issues. Eddie puts effort into his friendships but it's a question of whether that would translate into any of his romantic relationships, the only LI he's had so far that he was friends with before was Shannon and there was a lot going on there. (None of this is me attacking Eddie nor is it meant to sound that way). I think Buck also prefers someone a little more emotionally mature than he is, not in a bad way, he just needs someone who is also willing to have the hard conversations and not hide things from him (Eddie and Buck are both repressed as hell, but this season's SLs are exploring that).

[tvintedspvrkmoved]

hahahah i'm losing my mind ??????

so two very cool things are true right now which are :

- in twelve days my best girl will have existed in some form for an entire year - i'm about to be able to say there are officially HUNDREDS of you here ???? like as in the plural form ??????

neither of these things make any sense to me , but since both are true i figured it would be a good time to do what i guess is a little follow forever type thing. SO. here are some of the people who have helped emma grow and develop and also helped me grow and develop as a person and as a writer 🤍

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@dalphahale : honestly a day one bc i didn't really do very much with emma until around march i think and that's around when we started writing if i'm not mistaken ?? one of the best / most show accurate dereks i've ever come across and one of the best people too !!!! you're an incredible writer and honestly a saint in human form for putting up with me ooc lmao it's an honor to bless your dms every day with the most random and chaotic messages and thoughts and only be a LITTLE bit judged for it 😂 derek and emma are one of the most adorable ships i've ever seen and derek and allison are iconic as well i just think you're the bee's knees okay you're stuck with some form of my chaos indefinitely i fear 🤷‍♀️

@stanfordprepped : jared. JARED. another og and one of my best friends in the rpc. samemma is so unbelievably iconic and i'm so amazed and proud of everything that's come from them and from us writing together and from you in general i'm SO excited about charlotte's development and about samlena and about just all of our dynamics ahhhhh you are so unbelievably strong and talented and you deserve every good thing in the entire world bc the love and respect that you hold for others even on your worst days is so admirable i can't even fathom it sometimes.

@multi-royalty : MADDIE MY BELOVED i ????? owe so much of everything i've accomplished this year to you 😭🙏 you not only pulled me back when i was debating whether or not to even continue writing , but helped to develop some of my most cherished muses and threads and plots and headcanons. you're the sweetest little bean in the entire world and i can't even begin to thank you for everything you've done for and with me and the light that you bring to this community even when you can't see it 🤍

@guiltye : bitch i'll yell FOREVER at and about you are you kidding ????? your writing gives me literal chills and the plots that we have are some of the deepest most complex and incredible dynamics i've ever been a part of. you've been through so much this year and kicked ass until you got to the other side and still managed to help ME through so much too and i'm sure so many others and i just adore you okay i live for all lilly content but especially your ooc posts bc i just think your brain is so neat and i love getting to glimpse into it sometimes you're just incredible 🥹🤍 ps thank u for letting me yell about noah kahan without abandon and getting in ur feelings about him with me lol

@boundforhale // @stilesstylelinski : obviously i had to put y'all together you can't split up the gremlins okay. i love you both so much and i actually can't even begin to describe how much you guys have helped me this year both to be a better writer and to get through so many rough patches irl. i'm still not entirely convinced that australia is real but if it DOES exist i will not rest until i can fly there and we can all meet at a central location and proceed to just implode the whole universe with the sheer chaos and buffoonery. y'all are actually family at this point i don't know what i would do without you fr

@carp3diems : LISTEN HERE BITCH bff bestie angel i love you to pieces and if you ever leave me again i'll riot !!!! you're genuinely one of the coolest people i've ever met and i love all of our dynamics so damn much but what we've created with colbemma is just so insane and incredible and i know i just screamed about this in the dms but i genuinely cannot believe they started out hating each other lmao they're truly iconic and i can't wait to see how they continue to grow and thrive and also how YOU continue to grow and thrive

@redhoodiskra : A. you are an actual ray of sunshine and so incredibly talented and WAY TOO HARD ON YOURSELF and completely amazing and fantastic and i just love you a lot !!!! stiles and emma and the little family they've created make my heart so happy and so do all of our other dynamics !!!! we haven't written much on @westwingsolo yet and we absolutely should change that bc i'm in awe of you and your writing and the creativity you bring to your muses they're both so special and you can 100% see the love you've put into both.

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[amethysttribble]

There’s so much packed into the Unchaining of Melkor, like

Manwe and the Valar said that Melkor would be imprisoned for three ages, and when that time was up, they let him out with parole (can’t leave Valmar). When he served his parole without issue, they let him out totally. Whether this was a reasonable move, I can’t say, but Tolkien does pretty much say it wasn’t a well informed move (“for Manwe was free from evil and could not comprehend it”). Your mileage may vary on how much you get out of this explanation.

But for my money, letting a prisoner serve their sentence and not suddenly extending it as it’s about to end is a good thing to do. Not seeing the evil in Melkor’s heart there after? Eeehhhh, Ulmo and Tulkas both have their concerns and doubts so this obviously wasn’t the perfect deception.

And we can quibble about whether that was an appropriate amount of sentence time in the first place, but I don’t find that to be an interesting question

What I do think is an interesting question:

Did Manwe unilaterally “[give] [Melkor] leave to go freely about the land”

and

Did the Valar ask the Elves what they thought about releasing Melkor into wider Valinor?

Within my knowledge, I don’t think the text offers us a good answer to either of these questions. Could really go 50/50 on the Valar question, with either Manwe making that call (as the Valar sans Melkor seem very cool with him having ultimate authority) or it going to a vote and Ulmo and Tulkas losing.

For what it’s worth, the text in Morgoth’s Ring says “Manwe gave him leave to go freely about the land”, but that isn’t definitive for my purposes, as that could just be legalese around how decreeing works. Tips the scales a little bit, but doesn’t %100 need to imply anything about the decision making process.

The Elven question, though. That’s more interesting and complicated still.

My first instinct would be to say, no. The Valar don’t seem to ask the Elves for counsel in the base text. But here, Morgoth’s Ring has something else to say as well, because concerning the Statute of Miriel and Finwe, “Manwe considered the words of Finwe; and after a time he summoned all the counsellors of the Eldar” (note that this is in the EARLIEST version of this story).

Once we get to the version of this story in LACE, the elven counselors have disappeared and the Valar debate among themselves.

By the time we get to Later Versions, the text becomes, “Then Manwe was moved with pity for Finwe, and he considered his plea. But because this seemed to him a great matter and not lightly to be judged, he summoned the Valar in Council. Of the long debate that they held the Elves wrote a record, for their chieftains were permitted to be present.” Complete with footnote (I), which leads us to:

“This debate of the Valar not wholly feigned [meaning: dramatized by record]. For the Eldar we’re permitted to attend all conclaves, and many did so (especially those that so deeply concerned them, their fate, and their place in Arda, as did this matter) …. Later, my father commented against the beginning of this note that the Eldar would not be present at this debate (‘certainly not Finwe!’) and that the Yalar would have informed the loremasters of the Eldar concerning it.”

Which is a whole lot of mess! The answer keeps changing.

There’s a whole lot of room for debate between “summoned all the counsellors of the Eldar” and “chieftains were permitted to be present” and the subsection of ‘permitted to be present’ being “permitted to attend”.

“Would not be present at this debate,” is also in there, but to me that seems to be a very specific instance, which isn’t applicable elsewhere except insofar as ‘this hearing was closed to protect privacy and not give offense’.

So, I now wonder, how closely are we using ‘present’ and ‘attend’. Are the Elves permitted to watch the contribute to the debate? Personally, by the time we get to later texts, it doesn’t feel like it. The Elves are allowed to sit in the gallery, but not contribute.

But I can’t say that interpretation is airtight and the text can’t be interpreted differently!

So, it feel like, under most circumstances, at the VERY LEAST, the Elves were allowed to watch Melkor’s parole hearing. Their ability to debate the matter is up to debate, the people and/or their kings might have had a say! Or the chance to present their stance before the Valar, if not a vote.

I have to bring up the line, “both the Valar and the Eldar had profit from [Melkor’s] aid and counsel,” as part of why he was realeased from parole. Were some of the profiting Elves speaking on his behalf? Either in or out of council?

Personally the odds seem slim on the Elves having a formal voice. Informal, I believe they probably did, but I’m not giving anyone democracy points for that. But going off the supposition that the informal voice was, I think the norm, does it still apply to the question of Melkor?

Because this is Melkor, Manwe’s brother-

It makes me ask the question: for family privacy, was his trial closed, too?

Maybe!

I have no answers, just a lot of thoughts and possible interpretations and at the end of this I didn’t even ask the question I wanted to examine, which is: the Vanyar rejected Melkor. Did they do so at trial or after, and how did Manwe feel about that?

[diaryofanormalkid]

I’m so sick of the abortion debate honestly. There’s no more accountability for murderers—I mean “mothers.”

This has got to be the dumbest generation ever. Era. Whatever you wanna call it. In this essay I will— jk. But am I? I might turn this into one if I really feel like it.

“My body, my choice.” Argument is complete garbage. Because the whole argument crumbles to shreds as soon as they fall into the outcome of bringing another body into the equation.

I think they forget to realize that human rights apply also to human fetuses that grow inside women. And we have science to thank for reminding us that human life begins upon conception.

So they can deny alllll they want, saying “it’s not a baby, it’s a fetus” “it’s a clump of cells” “it doesn’t have consciousness” “it’s not developed enough so therefore it doesn’t hurt the fetus”

Alllll these points are pure BS when the facts point to a fetus being alive and a LIFE worthy of finishing its development. And this means we have to advocate for these ones who can’t speak or choose life for themselves.

Human rights don’t stop at the mother who holds the baby in her womb. Human rights are spread across all sectors and are meant to be EQUAL, even among fetuses that have just been conceived.

Because every fetus is human DNA that eventually grows into a uniquely designed person. So no, the mothers choice is not more important than that baby’s choice. They are both equal.

And before you say “but the mother is the one who has to live with the consequences, while the baby isn’t even born yet.” Does that mean the baby’s human rights don’t apply until birth?

Humans rights can’t vary upon the location of the human (womb or birthed), the stage of development of the human (infant or adult), or the quality of life they have (able vs disabled) or else I’m afraid we’d be going down a slippery slope by starting this rhetoric.

The baby didn’t ask to be created. This was the result/outcome of a choice made by its mother and biological father. Babies shouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of their mothers/fathers terrible decision making process.

If we really want to get into the “my body, my choice,” argument, let’s start here: the mom gets to choose 1) if she is having sex or not (in most cases), 2) who she is having sex with, no?

[obviously I’m not referring to rape/incest cases, in which I would leave these cases in a completely separate circumstance, but argue that I still don’t think abortion is the right option.]

So on that note, why is it all of a sudden a phenomenon for pro-choice individuals to drop all accountability on mothers and give them a free pass to murder if they absolutely do have a choice?

A mothers third option, whether to keep the baby or not, is essentially deciding whether she’s going to be a murderer, violate a baby’s human right, and lose her motherhood, or keep the child.

So in conclusion, my body my choice is a fair argument, so long as you actually apply that to the baby as well. Because if a mother can’t advocate for her own baby, then who will?

In conclusion, just think about what you’re really choosing when you decide to sacrifice your baby because of an irrational decision you made. Abortions really are murder.