#displaced from twitter

[gothampunks]

hi guys..

[dirtytransmasc]

cw - minor vent/irl grief

[saitamastamaticsoup]

Not to be dramatic but since hiori is blasian in canon I need black x readers asap🗣️ like we are DEF not getting any cultural background on this kid (because they just slid it in there like we weren’t gonna recognize in the first place)not that we have any background on any of these children’s parents but I think he should explain how he feels being mixed in Japan because it’s just really funny having these two in the exact same anime, and they are both black 

This is ABSOLUTELY hilarious 😭

Edit: so I’ve noticed a pattern of EVERY character looking like their mother and barely sharing any resemblance to their fathers so ig he gets a pass for being pale BUT there’s even more melaninated characters so let’s give him some sun too!!🥺

Respectfully; come the fuck on

[akajustmerry]

for over a year i've been seeing palestinians campaigning for funds for their survival across social media. i see Palestinians in tumblr notes, twitter replies, youtube comment sections, tiktoks, instagram, etc. there's no social media i regularly use where i haven't seen multiple posts a day from Palestinians asking for help and to be heard. of course, i share and donate what i can. but what gets me is that if I am seeing posts every day then so are the millionaires and billionaires and politicians with the power to end their suffering...and they don't!!!!!

it makes me sick. according to forbes there are over 2700 billionaires in the world with a combined wealth of trillions. it would take less than even 1% of that to fill the gofundmes of Palestinians trying to rebuild their lives. yet the majority of money in these gofundmes is from ordinary folks scrounging spare change. its heartening in a way to watch so many with relatively little pool our resources to help others. but it also makes me so angry because i know there are people with more money than anyone in history seeing the same faces and gofundmes and are doing nothing.

so i'd really appreciate it if you could all help me spotllght Hani Alanqar's campaign. Hani is @haniyassersposts, is only 26, and currently sheltering in a school in Gaxa with his young siblings. He needs 25k to escape the genocide with his sick mother and father and has so far only raised 5k. His campaign is vetted #5 here. let's keep doing what we can to help until Palestine is free.

[thethief1996]

I can't stop thinking about the news out of Palestine. Israel is sieging al Shifa hospital. Videos of people's limbs being severed off are haunting (graphic video tw). The hospital has ran out of fuel and 39 babies in incubators are fending for their lives by themselves, because Israel has stationed snipers around the hospital and is shooting all medical crew that walks into their sight.

First, the narrative was Israel would never bomb hospitals. Now, the hospitals are Hamas bases. Then, we respect journalists. Now, we have a fucking kill list of journalists because they are Hamas collaborators. First, we are not letting fuel in until the hostages are released. Now, we are not accepting the hostages back because that would stop our ground invasion and let Hamas win. And I could go on about every single lie they're making up. If you look up "Hamas rape" on google, the first link leads to Times of Israel saying Israel has found no forensic evidence of sexual violence, and only one eyewitness testimony out of 3.5k people attending the rave. If you Google "Hamas beheaded babies" the top links say they have no evidence for the claim besides word of mouth from extremist soldiers. Israeli extremists think about the ugliest goriest scene they can make out in their sick heads, tell that to a international journalist and they run away with it like it's gospel.

And children are being killed in the name of these lies. Thousands are being displaced in images that remind me of the pictures of Tantura 75 years ago, with their hands up so the tanks don't shoot them. Amputees are leaving the hospitals in wheelchairs hours after their surgeries because they are being shot at. Elders who survived the Nakba on 48 are having to walk towards Southern Gaza on foot (imagine walking from one end of your city to the other on foot), displaced again. People are cheering for the haunting images of white phosphorus bombs being dropped over Gaza. Gazan workers who were arrested in the West Bank are being thrust back into the bombings wearing numbered labels.

This is not normal. We are seeing the early stages of the settler colonial genocide of an indigenous population. Native leaders who have visited Gaza say its refugee camps look eerily like reservations. We can stop this. For the first time we are able to see wide scale accounts from the hands of the people suffering the genocide, and Israel is so scared of it they have cut all communications in Gaza.

This is our litmus test. I think we have never seen more clearly, with Palestine, Armenia, Congo and Sudan how colonialism has made our world a rotten place to live in.

The South African apartheid collapsed due to boycotts. We have to do everything in our power to stop Israel's hegemony. Even talking to a group of friends about Palestine changes the status quo. There's no world where we can live peacefully if Israel accomplishes their goals.

Keep yourself updated and share Palestinian voices. Muna El-Kurd said every tweet is like a treasure to them, because their voices are repressed on social media and even on this very app. Make it your action item to share something about the Palestinian plight everyday. Here are some resources:

Al Jazeera, Anadolu Agency, Mondoweiss

Boycott Divest Sanction Movement

Palestinian Youth Movement is organizing protests and direct action against weapons factories across the US

Mohammed El-Kurd (twitter / instagram)

Muhammad Shehada (twitter)

Motaz Azaiza (instagram) - reporting directly from Gaza.

Hind Khudary - reporting directly from Gaza. Her husband and daughter moved South to run from the tanks but she stayed behind to record the genocide. The least we can do is not let her calls fall on deaf ears.

You can participate in boycotts wherever you are in the world, through BDS guidelines. Don't be overwhelmed by gigantic boycott lists. BDS explicitly targets only a few brands which have bigger impact. You can stop consuming from as many brands as you want, though, and by all means feel free to give a 1 star review to McDonalds, Papa John, Pizza Hut, Burger King and Starbucks. Right now, they are focusing on boycotting the following:

Carrefour, HP, Puma, Sabra, Sodastream, Ahava cosmetics, Israeli fruits and vegetables

Push for a cultural boycott - pressure your favorite artist to speak out on Palestine and cancel any upcoming performances on occupied territory (Lorde cancelled her gig in Israel because of this. It works.)

If you can, participate in direct action or donate.

Palestine Action works to shut down Israeli weapons factories in the UK and USA, and have successfully shut down one of their firms in London.Some of the activists are going on trial and are calling for mobilizing on court.

Palestinian Youth Movement is organizing direct actions to stop the shipping of wars to Israel. Follow them.

Educate yourself. Read into Palestinian history and the occupation. You can't common sense people out of decades of propaganda. If your arguments crumble when a zionist brings up the "disengagement of Gaza", you have to learn more.

Read Decolonize Palestine. They have 15 minute reads that concisely explain the occupation (and its colonial roots) and debunk popular myths, including pinkwashing.

Read on Palestine. Here's an amazing masterpost.

Verso Book Club is giving out free books on Palestine (I personally downloaded Ten Myths about Israel by Ilan Pappe. If you still believe in the two states solution, this book by an Israeli professor debunks it).

Call your representatives. The Labour Party in the UK had an emergency meeting after several councilors threatened to resign if they didn't condemn Israeli war crimes. Calling to show your complaints works, even more if you live in a country that funds genocide.

FOR PEOPLE IN THE USA: USCPR has developed this toolkit for calls, here's a document that autosends emails to your representatives and here's a toolkit by Ceasefire in Gaza NOW!

FOR PEOPLE IN EUROPE: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace targeting the European Parliament and one specific for almost all countries in Europe, including Germany, Ireland, Poland, Denmark, Sweden, Netherlands, Greece, Norway, Italy, Portugal, Spain, Finland, Austria, Belgium Romania and Ukraine

FOR PEOPLE IN THE UK: Friends of Al-Aqsa UK and Palestine Solidarity UK have made toolkits for calls and emails

FOR PEOPLE IN AUSTRALIA: Here's a toolkit by Stand With Palestine

FOR PEOPLE IN CANADA: Here's a toolkit by Indepent Jewish Voices for Canada

Join a protest. Here's a constantly updating list of protests:

Global calendar

Another global calendar (go to the instragram of the organizers to confirm your protest)

USA calendar

Australia calendar

Feel free to add more.

[trinketfairy]

I know this strays away from my usual content, but I feel it's important to post about this.

Ehab Rida, founder of the GazaDirectAid account on Twitter, along with his team of volunteers, have put together a toy distribution project for the Gazan children who has been displaced in Rafah.

It goes without saying that play is an extremely important part of healthy development for children, and when Palestinian children are having to live through a genocide that is stripping their childhoods and innocence away from them, it's only become even more important for these kids to not only have methods of distracting themselves from the horrors happening to them, but to also have ways to continue experiencing joy and happiness despite what's happening to them.

Please, donate what you can to the GazaDirectAid relief program- Ehab is doing amazing stuff through his work and I highly encourage lending as much support as you can.

[incoherent-orca]

In ASL and SSL, this is the gesture for "Inshallah," which means means "God willing"; it's used to express hope that a specific future event will come to pass.

🇵🇸 Things you can do below 🇵🇸

🍉 SHARE posts from Palestinians, especially journalists on the ground (copy link on IG works just as well as sharing?). They're literally dying for that footage 🙃 let's make sure it counts

🍉 DONATE an E-sim @connectinghumanity_ on IG

🍉 DONATE to @CareForGaza (Twitter; donation links should be on their profile too). A lot of donation drives are just... making a grab at clout but this one is legit; a number of Gazans confirm that the food/produce is getting to them. The organizer seems to be Palestinian and living there as well

🍉 BOYCOTT brands listed by @bdsnationalcommittee on IG

Official boycott targets: AXA, Puma, Carrefour, Siemens, Ahava, HP, Sodastream, any products from Israel

Organic boycott targets: Domino's, McDonald's, Burger King, Pizza Hut, Wix

🍉 PRESSURE your governments & officials to call for a ceasefire and #InvokeGenocideConvention at the ICJ (rootsaction.org)

🍉 PROTEST. If there are mobilizations in your area, show up to be part of the count. No heroics—do what you feel safe doing and listen to the organizers.

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it was also important to me to include an Al-Qassam fighter in this, because they're often scapegoated by Western media, and also by well-meaning allies who say "but civilians are not Hamas"; there's this attempt to separate militant resistance from the process of liberation as a whole

Yeah, most civilians are not Hamas, but they don't denounce them either. Palestinians call them freedom fighters, protectors.

because the resistance is not a bunch of evil, violent outliers; they are as much victims of the occupation as the women, children, and non-combatants are. Most if not all of them were born under the occupation; a good percentage of them are also orphans.

I will never condemn boys who live along the coast but have never seen the sea.

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And end to the violence can't mean a return to business as usual, where the occupation and apartheid continue and Palestinians are still getting displaced on their own land. it will still take decades to rebuild homes. priceless historical and cultural items & structures have been callously destroyed and can never be recovered. nearly all the children in gaza have been made disabled and traumatized and murdered—what kind of future will they inherit?

israel must be abolished. They, the US, Canada, and the EU, must pay

Inshallah, we will not stop at a ceasefire

Inshallah, we will see complete liberation for Palestine

[dontforgetukraine]

Ukraine Donation Guide Master Post

(Ver. 2 updated Aug 13th, 2024) I will be reformatting this and adding more in the future when I have time.

Also a quick note, all of the groups I have found through twitter have been around long enough for them to be vetted by each other and the brigades they work with. In fact, a lot of these groups collaborate with each other too. Those that are in the fight for Ukraine have been diligent in calling out those that are grifters. Word spreads around quickly if an organization doesn't show up with what they promised. They also use their social media (often Twitter) as a means of transparency for their work.

Remember: When considering on whether to donate, always use your best judgement and donate to those you trust if you do not see what is listed is up to your standards.

Multi-Purpose

United 24 has various fundraisers dedicated to defense and drones, medical aid, rebuilding Ukraine, humanitarian demining, and science and education. You can pick which one you want to contribute to under their various projects.

Liberty Ukraine uses funds for humanitarian aid, medical supplies, protective gear and equipment, and rehabilitation therapy. You can choose which campaign of theirs to donate to.

Come Back Alive is a charitable foundation that supports Ukraine's military with competent assistance while also focusing on security and defense. They also have projects that use sports to help veterans rehabilitate. You can choose which campaign to donate to.

Serhiy Prytula Charity Foundation works to help both civilians and Ukraine's army. You can choose to donate to an active project or any of their general campaigns. Civilian aid campaigns cover temporary housing, supporting crisis and emergency responses, schools, demining, and healthcare. Military aid campaigns cover drones, optics units, communications equipment, and support of air defense teams.

Food Aid

World Central Kitchen works with local partners wherever they are providing food aid. They make sure meals and meal kits are what the local population eats. Even though there is no separate fundraising campaign for Ukraine (that I can see), they still do great work.

Animal Rescue

Hachiko Foundation works to help displaced pets and strays in frontline areas. They help with veterinary care, outdoor shelters, setting up feeding stations, and rehoming animals.

Medical Aid

Hospitallers (Website) is a volunteer organization of paramedics that was founded in 2014. They evacuate the wounded, provide medical aid on the frontlines, assist in rehabilitation, and transfer of the deceased to burial sites. They are also supported by Ukraine Charity. Visit Hospitallers' website to see how many they have evacuated, different methods you can donate, and more information about them.

Other

Saint Javelin (Twitter; Website) is a great place to get apparel, gear, and other cool loot to show your support for Ukraine. They don't take donations, but instead raise funds through their shop with a portion of their sales going towards humanitarian aid and critical items needed by the defenders (generators, pick-up trucks, medical supplies etc). Part of their shop has items made in Ukraine to support Ukrainian businesses. Overall, their products are high-quality. I include them due to their impactful presence in the Twitter community I follow and how they make Ukraine visible in an alternative way. Consider buying someone a gift from their shop.

The Kyiv Independent (Twitter; Website) is a great English language resource for news about Ukraine. I include them because I think supporting good journalism is incredibly important, especially now when the information space is fraught with Russian propaganda, misinformation, and disinformation. My followers have probably noticed I've pulled a lot of quotes from their stories in an effort to amplify Ukrainian voices and experiences. Look on their website for more information on different way to support them, such as their Patreon.

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If you're on twitter, there are a number of groups and people that fundraise for Ukraine and for specific units fighting on the frontlines. If there is no official website, a PayPal for donations is listed in their profiles. When considering on whether to donate, always use your best judgement and donate to those you trust if you do not see what is listed is up to your standards.

@/Teoyaomiquu almost always has a fundraiser for Liberty Ukraine with a specified purpose. At the time of writing this, he is currently raising funds for engineering equipment such as excavators. One such excavator is already in Kursk. Follow him to stay up to date with what he's fundraising for.

Dyga's Paw (Twitter: @/dzygaspaw) is a smaller group that has recently raised funds for starlinks, drones, batteries, and Ecoflow generators. You can look at the fundraising campaigns they currently have on their website.

@/DefactoHumanity represents and founded Planet of the People with their website U(a)nited for Freedom. She frequently posts updates about their fundraisers and what their partners need. They are known for providing Frontline medical aid supplies, protective equipment and other military aid, technical equipment (starlinks, drones, scopes, etc), and infrastructure equipment (generators, vehicles, power stations, etc). They even have a merch store of the battalions they partner with if that's your jam. Here is their link tree if you wish to explore more. And in case you're curious, there is an article bout the founder here.

@/wilendhornets (Website) specialize in making high quality drones that have gotten a lot of praise from Ukraine's army. They have attracted a lot of media attention too. Check out their website for the list of articles that have been written about them. Their Twitter is very active with strike footage.

Ants Kitchen Hub (@/ants_kyiv) is a volunteer kitchen that makes dry rations for the Ukrainian army. They are more active on their other social media. To learn more about them, check out their link tree.

@/frontlinekit (Front Line Kitchen) is represented by Richard Woodruff. Originally they made shelf stable food for the Ukrainian army, but now their fundraising has branched out to other campaigns such as raising funds for medical supplies and drones. They are a well known group that many battalions have come to for help.

@/bekamaciorowski (Rebekah Maciorowski) is as combat medic and nurse who helps provide medical care to soldiers and civillians at the frontlines. She raises funds for medical supplies and other equipment, but also helps train soldiers in first aid. More of her social media that features her work can be found in her link tree.

@/UkraineAidOps (Website) is another organization battalions frequently go to for help. They fundraise for all sorts of equipment from medical supplies to drones. If you're interested, they also have a shop with patches from different brigades and flags signed by soldiers. Their shop also includes a separate section called the Victory Gallery where artifacts from the war are turned into art. This includes shells that are painted on, scrap metal from downed enemy planes are turned into keychains, and pieces of a rocket are turned into lamps.

Chris Garrett is the co-founder of Prevail. His organization deals with humanitarian demining as well as training for trauma care, training of bomb disposal, and education to the public. Prevail works with local agencies in Ukraine as well as the army.

Project Konstantin (Twitter; Website; Linktree) is still going strong after the death of their founder, British paramedic Peter Fouché. His digital ghost can be found here. They collaborate with the military, thus giving them an insight into what is dearly needed. They often raise funds for starlinks, personalized first aid kits (IFAKs), generators, portable power stations, and other nonlethal military equipment. I regret forgetting them the first time this post went around. Visit their website to see everything they have done and more. It has more information on what and how they do it than this post can cover.

One Team One Fight (Twitter; Website; Linktree) has some of the original members that worked for Ukraine Aid Ops. They formed their own group after differences with the previous one, and are still helping Ukraine. They are very visible on various social media showing what they have accomplished in their deliveries to various brigades. They're another group that seeks to bring starlinks, drones, medical supplies and protective gear to the battalions that come to them for help. Check out their website for more information on their current fundraisers, their achievements, and received recognition.

NAFO 69th Sniffing Brigade (Twitter; Website) Another small group that focuses their funds on delivering drones, generators, vehicles, and saving the occasional furry companion. They are very diligent in their updates for their fundraising campaigns. Check out their website for more information and the articles written about them.

Postmaster General Boomer (Twitter; Website) focuses on humanitarian aid, animal aid, and logistics. Boomer is the beloved pet of one of the founders and the secret boss/mascot. They have many transparency reports and are diligent in reporting the various "tours" they do in getting supplies where they are needed to go. They are based in Germany but have built up many connections during their existence. They have also worked closely with Ukraine Aid Ops.

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I am sure I have forgotten some, so please reply or comment with any more I should add to this master post. I will edit and update as I see and evaluate more.

Last updated: Aug. 13th, 2024

Version updates listed below

August 13th, 2024 Added:

Hospitallers

Saint Javelin

The Kyiv Independent

Project Konstantin

1 Team 1 Fight

NAFO 69th Sniffing Brigade

Post Master General Boomer

[moonlightwritingf1]

More than enough | LN4

⟡ ݁₊ .🎄❄️.₊ ݁⟡ summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N feels out of place in Lando’s glamorous world, but he reassures her that he loves her for who she is.

⟡ ݁₊ .🎄❄️.₊ ݁⟡ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

⟡ ݁₊ .🎄❄️.₊ ݁⟡ word count ━━━━━━━ 3.3k

It had been a few months since Y/N and Lando officially became a couple, and their relationship, on the surface, seemed perfect. To anyone looking from the outside, they made sense. Lando was the charming F1 driver, the face of McLaren, with a life that sparkled with wealth and fame. Y/N, on the other hand, was just… normal. A girl working a 9-to-5 job, living in a modest apartment, with a family who loved her but had never lived a life that even vaguely resembled the high-profile world Lando had been born into.

Despite their differences, Y/N had tried to fit into Lando's world. She had met his family early on, and while they were kind to her, there was always a nagging feeling in the back of her mind—a sense of displacement. They were used to a world of private jets, exclusive events, and yachts on the Mediterranean. They lived in mansions, surrounded by wealth, while Y/N lived in a small, simple apartment, surrounded by bills and the everyday stresses of a normal job.

Then there were his friends—people who moved effortlessly in a world of luxury. They had inherited money or made it in ways Y/N couldn’t even fathom. Lando fit in perfectly. They adored him, teased him, and welcomed her with polite smiles, but Y/N always felt like an outsider. No matter how much she tried, she always felt too ordinary, too out of place. The women around Lando seemed to tower over her, perfect in every way, always dressed to the nines and never without a smile on their lips. Some were subtle, others not so much, but it never took long for Y/N to realize they were sizing her up, wondering what her place was in Lando’s life.

Some even went as far as to tell her that she wasn’t the type of girl Lando should be with—that he could find someone more fitting for his lifestyle. Someone who understood the world of F1, someone with money, someone who didn’t work a normal job. Each time, Y/N tried to brush it off, but the sting lingered, festering in her mind long after the conversation ended.

It wasn’t just his friends. Lando’s fans were no better. They adored him, but many made it clear they didn’t like the idea of him being with someone who wasn’t a model or a celebrity. Every time Y/N scrolled through Instagram or Twitter, there was a new comment or post about her, comparing her to other women Lando had been seen with or making cruel jokes about her. It was hard not to let it get to her, especially when it seemed like every time she was with Lando, someone was trying to remind her of how little she belonged in his world.

Yet, despite all of this, Lando never wavered. He adored her. He spoiled her with love, kindness, and everything she could ever want. He introduced her to the world he lived in—he made her a part of it—but no matter how much he tried to include her, she always felt like she didn’t belong.

One night, after another event with his friends, Y/N couldn’t take it anymore.

The night air was cold, sharp, and crisp, but Y/N barely noticed the chill as she walked beside Lando through the bustling streets. Christmas lights twinkled overhead, casting warm glows on the white snow beneath their feet. It was supposed to be a perfect evening—one of those moments that Lando had promised her would be magical. Yet, all she could focus on was the growing tightness in her chest.

They had just left another gathering with Lando’s friends. Another evening spent in a world so foreign to her. The chatter, the laughter, the way people moved through the night so effortlessly, like they belonged to the luxuries they’d been born into. Lando’s world. The world of private jets, yachts, exclusive dinners, and thousand-dollar bottles of wine. It was all just too much for her, and it only highlighted how different she was. How out of place she felt.

Lando was perfect in every way. In every room, he was the center of attention. His charisma, his smile, his effortless charm—it was no wonder every woman in the room seemed to gravitate toward him. And she couldn’t blame them. He was beautiful. He was everything.

But the truth was, Y/N didn’t feel like she belonged there. She had tried, for months now, to fit in with his world, but every time she walked into one of those lavish settings, it felt like she was drowning. No matter how much Lando reassured her, no matter how many times he told her he loved her, no matter how many times he’d pull her close in front of his friends, there was always that nagging thought in the back of her mind: He could do better. He deserves someone who fits in here. She was just… a girl. A girl with a 9-to-5 job, a normal, middle-class family—someone who didn’t understand luxury or fame. Someone who wasn’t born into this world.

Lando noticed the change in her the moment they got into the car. She was sitting stiffly beside him, her eyes focused on the dark streets outside. The usual warmth and excitement she exuded were absent, replaced by something quieter, something more fragile. He could feel the tension in the air, and his heart sank. They had spent so many perfect moments together—laughing, talking, exploring new places. But tonight felt different.

He didn’t need to ask. He knew.

"Y/N," he said softly, reaching over to gently squeeze her hand. His voice was steady, but there was an underlying concern that cut through his words. "What’s going on?"

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she looked out the window, watching the blurred lights of the city as they passed. Her hands were folded tightly in her lap, and her shoulders were stiff, like she was bracing for something. It was as though she couldn’t bring herself to speak, and that was enough to make Lando’s heart tighten in his chest.

"Talk to me," he said, his voice firm, but still soft, the quiet command laced with a touch of frustration. He didn’t like seeing her like this. He didn’t like the way she seemed to be slipping further away with every passing minute.

She let out a shaky breath, her eyes fixed on the moving lights outside. "I can’t keep doing this, Lando."

Her voice cracked just slightly, and the words hung heavy in the air. Lando’s brow furrowed, and he leaned closer to her, his heart thudding in his chest. "What do you mean?" He needed to hear it, needed to understand what she was thinking.

She swallowed hard, not looking at him. "I don’t fit into your world, Lando. I never have. I don’t know why I keep pretending like I do." Her voice was small, almost lost in the air between them, but Lando could feel the weight of every word. "You deserve someone who fits here. Someone who understands this life, someone who doesn’t feel out of place with all your friends and family. Someone who—" She broke off, shaking her head, and the words didn’t come out. Instead, she let out a bitter laugh, the sound a little too hollow, too hurt for him to ignore. "Someone who isn’t me."

His chest tightened. He had heard the doubts in her voice before, but never so clearly. Never so full of self-doubt. Lando had always known she felt out of place, but hearing her say it out loud, in such a defeated way, made something shift inside him. It made him angry—not at her, but at the situation. At the world that made her feel so small in comparison to everything she wasn’t.

Lando reached over and gently turned her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Y/N, you listen to me." His voice was low now, his grip on her jaw firm but gentle. He needed her to understand, needed her to see what he saw in her. "You are not out of place." His words were deliberate, like he was trying to carve the truth into her, make her feel it deep in her soul. "You belong in my life, exactly as you are."

Her eyes welled with tears, and her breath caught in her throat. She opened her mouth to protest, but Lando cut her off before she could speak.

"You think you don’t belong here," he continued, his voice strained, his words edged with an emotion that was close to anger. "But you’re wrong. You are everything I want, everything I need. You don’t have to be rich or glamorous, you don’t have to live in the same world as the people around me, because you are my world. You think I should be with someone who fits in, someone who gets this life? I don’t want that. I don’t need someone who’s just another beautiful face in a crowd. I want you. Only you. I’ve wanted you from the moment we met, and I don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks. I don’t care about the people who think you’re not good enough for me. I don’t care about the girls who try to make me doubt what I have with you. All I care about is you."

She looked at him, her breath shaky, her lips trembling. The words he was saying hit her like a storm, washing over her in waves of warmth and confusion. She wanted to believe him. She wanted so badly to believe that he meant every word. But how could she? How could she believe that someone like him, someone with his life, would choose someone like her? A normal girl. Someone who didn’t fit the mold. Someone who wasn’t part of his world.

"I don’t belong here, Lando," she whispered again, the doubt in her voice unmistakable. "I don’t belong with your friends, with your family, with… all of this. You deserve someone who fits with your lifestyle. Someone who can understand it. Someone who can live it."

Lando’s face hardened with frustration, but his eyes never wavered. He moved closer to her, until their foreheads were almost touching. "What part of I want you, and only you do you not understand?" His voice was raw, aching with the weight of his feelings, as if the very act of speaking those words was a release, a plea. "I don’t need someone who fits into my world. I need someone who is my world. You are that person, Y/N. You are everything I want, and I don’t care what anyone else says. I don’t care if you don’t understand this life or if you feel like you don’t belong. I belong with you. And I’m done trying to prove it to anyone else. I just want you."

The world outside the car faded. The noise of the city, the lights, the fast pace of everything—it all seemed irrelevant in this moment. All that mattered was him. All that mattered was his voice, the desperation in his words, the way his hands held her like she was the most precious thing in his life.

Y/N blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay, but they came anyway, silent and heavy. She had never felt so conflicted, so torn between her own insecurities and the undeniable love she could see in Lando’s eyes. She had always feared this moment, feared that one day he would see the truth about her, about how out of place she really was. But here he was, telling her, with every ounce of his being, that none of it mattered.

"Don’t doubt me," he whispered, brushing his thumb against her cheek, wiping away the tear that had escaped. "Don’t ever doubt how much I love you. Because you are enough. You’re more than enough for me."

Her heart swelled in her chest, and for the first time in a long while, the weight of all her fears lifted. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t need to change for him. Maybe, just maybe, she already had everything he’d ever wanted.

She pressed her forehead against his, whispering through the tears, "I love you. I love you so much."

Lando’s lips gently brushed hers, sealing the unspoken promise between them. "And I’ll love you forever," he murmured. "Just as you are."

In that moment, Y/N finally believed him.

The car was silent now, except for the soft hum of the engine and the gentle rhythm of their breathing. Lando's fingers gently brushed through Y/N’s hair, every stroke comforting, every touch a reminder of the truth they had just shared. Her heart was still racing, but now it was in a way that felt light, like a weight had been lifted from her chest, the heavy burden of doubt that had suffocated her for so long now dissipating in the warmth of his words.

He leaned back slightly, keeping his hand on her shoulder, his thumb still lightly tracing circles on her skin. "You know," he said softly, breaking the silence, his voice almost a whisper, "I've been wanting to say something for a while now, but I didn’t know how. I didn’t know if you’d... get it. Or if it would scare you."

Y/N turned to look at him, her eyes still red, but a soft smile now tugging at her lips. "What is it?"

Lando hesitated for a moment, his gaze dropping as if searching for the right words. When he spoke again, his voice was low and filled with sincerity, every word weighed with care. "I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life than I am about us. This—" he gestured between them, his hands moving slowly, almost reverently, "this is the real deal for me, Y/N. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t care about all the distractions, all the people who think they know what I should want. I just want you. I want to build a life with you."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she could feel the lump in her throat rise again, the overwhelming surge of emotions threatening to spill over. She had always thought she was the one holding back, the one who couldn’t find the courage to admit how deep her feelings went. But hearing him say it—he was sure. And that certainty felt like an anchor, grounding her to something she hadn’t fully allowed herself to believe in until now.

"Do you really mean that?" she whispered, her voice shaking, the vulnerability in her words raw and fragile. "You’re sure? Because this life—it’s nothing like what you’re used to. It’s messy. I’m not glamorous or perfect. I don’t have the life that matches yours."

Lando gently cupped her face, tilting her chin up so that her eyes met his. There was no hesitation in his gaze, only warmth and love. "I mean it," he said, his voice steady. "I don’t need perfection. I just need you. You’re perfect to me, in ways I didn’t even know I needed. I know you don’t always feel like you fit in with my world, but I don’t want you to change for anyone. You don’t need to change for me."

She could feel his words sink deep into her, each one unraveling the walls she’d built around herself, walls that had kept her from fully accepting the love he was so freely offering. She had always held back, afraid that sooner or later, he would see through the cracks in her armor and realize that she didn’t belong. But the more he spoke, the more she realized that her insecurities, her fears, were nothing compared to the love and devotion he was offering her.

Y/N wiped away a stray tear, her voice thick with emotion as she looked at him. "Lando… I’ve never loved anyone like this before. You make me feel like I could be so much more than I ever thought I could be."

He smiled softly, a look of tenderness softening his features. "You already are more than you think you are, Y/N. And I’m so damn lucky to be the one who gets to see that every day."

There was a long pause as the car continued its steady journey through the city streets. Y/N felt her heart swell with each word, each confession. For so long, she had doubted herself, thinking she wasn’t enough for him, that she wasn’t worthy of the life he could give her. But here he was, telling her that she was the one. Telling her that everything about her, even the parts she didn’t like, were the reasons he loved her.

"Do you ever get scared?" she asked quietly, her fingers lightly tracing the edges of his hand. "I mean, with all of this. The pressure, the people watching you, the expectations. Does it ever scare you?"

Lando was quiet for a moment, thinking, as if the weight of her question had settled into him. Then, he smiled softly, his thumb brushing the back of her hand. "Yeah, sometimes," he admitted, his voice calm, but there was a flicker of honesty in his eyes. "It’s overwhelming, the way everyone expects you to be perfect, to have it all figured out. But when I’m with you, when I’m holding you, none of that matters. It all feels so small, so insignificant. Because I know what really matters. And that’s you. That’s us."

Y/N blinked, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips despite the tears still in her eyes. "I didn’t think it would be like this," she said softly. "I didn’t think love could feel like this. Like everything else fades when it’s just us."

Lando’s thumb brushed her lips lightly, a soft, intimate gesture. "I don’t think anyone can prepare you for it," he murmured, his face inches from hers. "But that’s the beauty of it. I don’t need anything but you. You’re my anchor, Y/N. You’re the one I come home to, the one who makes all the noise in my life disappear. And that’s everything."

The words hung between them like an unspoken promise, a promise that Y/N could feel in every part of her being. She could feel the sincerity, the devotion, the unwavering certainty in him. She had always been scared to believe in something so real, so intense, but now, in this moment, she knew that it was worth it.

"I want this," she whispered, leaning closer to him, her lips brushing against his. "I want you. I want this life. I want to try."

Lando’s lips pressed to hers, soft and tender, a kiss full of emotion and promise. He kissed her slowly, deeply, as if trying to pour all the love he had into this single moment. When they pulled away, his forehead rested against hers, and there was a sense of peace between them, a quiet assurance that they had finally come to a place where nothing else mattered.

"I don’t need you to try to fit into my world," Lando whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. "I need you to be with me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted."

Y/N let out a breath, her heart racing as she realized, with the clearest certainty, that this was her place. Not in the world of F1, not in the world of luxury or fame, but here, with him. With Lando.

"You’ll never have to worry about me not being enough again," she whispered, her voice steady, her heart finally at peace. "I promise."

And for the first time in a long time, she truly believed it. They were enough. They were everything. And nothing else in the world mattered.

[northgazaupdates]

18 March 2025

Update on the recent IOF bombing campaign

From journalist Hossam Shabat on Twitter and Instagram:

Scenes of children with their torn bodies returned, the screams of mothers returned, the bombing returned, the massacres returned, the burning of tents over the heads of the displaced returned, everything we wished would never return returned.

IOF bombing has resumed throughout all of Gaza. North Gaza has only a single functional hospital, which is in a resource crisis. Hossam explains on Twitter and IG:

The Israeli aggression continues amid the destruction of the healthcare system in northern Gaza. Currently, only one hospital remains operational-the Indonesian Hospital-which is suffering from a severe shortage of medical supplies and equipment. It may no longer be able to accommodate the large number of wounded and martyrs, with essential imaging tools such as X-rays and CT scans unavailable, in addition to a critical fuel shortage. We are witnessing a healthcare system that has not recovered from previous attacks, leading to a humanitarian catastrophe by all measures.

A large portion of the ~200 Gazans murdered this morning were children. Footage from photographer Mahmoud Shalha in north Gaza is linked here for citation purposes, but please be aware that it is extremely graphic and upsetting.

Photographer Osama Abu Rabie reports via Instagram story that the IOF bombed Erbakan School, housing an undisclosed number of displaced people (likely several hundred) in Jabaliya al-Balad.

Please continue monitoring these journalists’ accounts, and those of their peers

Please don’t stop fighting for Gaza

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free🇵🇸

[halalchampagnesocialist]

Some people on Twitter were defending Yuval’s speech by saying that he’s speaking to a Zionist/Israeli audience when he said what he said. This is the same Yuval that had to delay his going home to Israel because he faced threats from his own society because of the film he made. This is the other side of it too. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what your politics are or your activist credentials are or what your identity is. After October 7 (and quite frankly before), any time the Palestinian narrative is highlighted, even when Gaza or Hamas are not involved, it’s disparaged by Zionists. You can’t talk about the ethnic cleansing or displacement in the West Bank, which has only increased since Oct 7, without some idiot being like “well, release the hostages!” or something. This is to say that after a year of what we’ve witnessed, we don’t need to make the Palestinian cause more palatable for (liberal) Zionists. After a year of genocide, we need to focus on doing more solid work, including changing the conversations we have around Palestine. We’ve moved past the point of early 2000s style co-existence rhetoric.

[dirtytransmasc]

cw - minor vent/irl grief

[cluelessatthispoint]

A Dragon's Hoard pt.1

(Mythical AU of the 141)

(This fic is inspired by bluegiragi and docdudo.)

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You've never been one for the warmth that most people eminate. The kindness that sparkles in someone's eyes when they see someone they know and love. The way a person's tone changes to show their interest in a conversation, or how families get close and share hugs amongst one another. It's sweet, you think. Sweet but pointless. Smiles can be faked, tones can be raised and lowered on a whim. Scrunchingbupbyour nose in disdain as you spy another group of travelers walking along the beaten path. The sounds of their laughter and idle chatter already fading as the sounds of gravel underfoot growing fainter.

A pang of envy settles between your ribcage. The feeling of it twisting and festering almost burns. Never once had you ever experienced that. Never a tender smile or a kind word was ever directed at you. Thinking back as far as you can, there was always one constant: being alone. Ever since the great fire raged six summers ago, you've been displaced. Wandering and begging for scraps of food or even taking refuge within the churches when the bitter cold sweeps across the land. It is a harsh life for a child your age. Eleven years old and orphaned. Truly, if the orphanages weren't so full and if the staff cared, you figured you'd be stuck there. But seeing as they were full to bursting and low on income, you were throw. To the curb and barely spared a glance by any passersby.

Which brings you to the present. Living in the woods as best you can, your lean-to near the city's walls, but far enough to be undisturbed by mercenaries and gangs. The farther out away from the city the more people fear to tread. The tales of the great dragon who prowls the far edge of the woods have been told by young and old alike. Each story growing more fierce and bloody with each retelling. But so long as you're living without being pestered by people it's fine by you. Scowling as the bright sun shines brightly overhead, you practically have to squint to make out the shapes of birds flying overhead or in the trees. Sling shot in hand and a pain in your empty stomach spurs you on to find a meal. There are plenty of edible roots this time of year, with a few already back safely tucked into the confines of a nook in your lean-to. The only piece left to a decent meal would be some protein. With the birds twittering and chirping overhead. The sounds of mother birds feeding their squalling chicks is grating to your ears. Already irritated beyond compare from hunger pangs and envy. You screech out an angered shout as you set off your loaded slingshot amongst the trees. A sick hope of the rock somehow hitting a bird makes you smile bitterly. But the only thing you can hear is a gruff chortle followed by a accented baritone voice.

"Well now, what have we got here so far in my end of the woods?"

Your eyes widen as you can see a figure come stumbling out of the foliage. His tone possessive as he mentions the woods being his. A large hand on his head rubbing the sore spot of where the rock made impact. An apology rises to your warbling vocal chords only to be cut off as you see the large, curling horns protruding from his head. Smoke billowing from his mouth in a steady stream as he lets out an amused chuckle at your speechless state. Stretching his arms overhead in a mocking show of strength. You can see one large green wing furled in close to his back.

"Well?"

His deep voice sends a wave of fear through your bones. He could easily snap your neck with a flap of his wing, or crush you with his bare hands if he wanted to. Gazing wide eyed in fear...you can only think of how the stories that were told were true. Looking up at the hulking figure, you can see why the stories were never the same. This dragon...this man...this creature is somehow both. A hybrid of sorts.

Not bothering to stay around and chat. You bolt as if the devil himself were after you. Your tiny legs running as fast as you can. With the way your autonomic nervous system is kicking in. Your legs feel both like jelly and pins and needles from all the adrenaline. Panting heavily as you run the feeling of copper rises to your tongue as your lungs strain for air. Running was never your strongest attribute. The hybrid could tell that as well as even over the beating of your heart in your ears you can hear him running not to far behind you. His strides much longer than yours, a grin on his face as you can hear a giddy sort of chuckle rumblebfrom his chest.

"What's a hatchling like you doing all the way out here sweet thing?"

A pair of strong arms wrap securely around you as you flail and kick wildly. The scent of smoke and sweat fills your nose as you scratch at the arms holding you in place. The rumbling timbre of his voice sends vibrations through your body as he holds you securely against his chest.

"Been watching you for a while hatchling, all alone in these woods. Should have been eaten a long time ago."

As if those words weren't frightening enough, deep down in the pit of your belly you know them to be blaringly true. The amount of times you've stayed up in the night fending off wild animals were more than enough to prove his point. Tensing in the Hybrids strong arms, he adjusts his hold as if holding a squirming newborn fawn. His hot breath ghosting over the top of your head and neck. As if sensing your blinding fear, the hybrid chuckles, a rumbling purr rising from the chest behind you.

"Hush now...Papa's here, lil treasure. Papa's here."

Stilling immediately out of fear at the hybrid’s words. Whether condescending or not, you can't help but relax slightly. The fight leaving your tired body as soon as the adrenaline runs out. Your heart pitter pattering in your chest almost painfully. Sucking in greedy lung fulls of air, you can't help but relax begrudgingly against the warmth that the massive body behind you eminates. You're stuck here now.

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We all know who the dragon is :) it's everyone's favorite tired dad Price!

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[sumechiayuu]

Noury (@/Noony_Boony on twitter, she is a Palestinian JJK fanartist who unfortunately lost her eye due to the attacks) has recently made a reply thread post of Palestine donations on march 1st, going to try and link all the ones I can on here due to twitter thread links unfortunately not working if you have no account

Donations to Noury’s cousin who recently lost his uncle and home

Donations to the Zack Family to escape from Gaza

Donations to Ahmed Abu Rabea

Donations to Mai and her family

Donations to the Daniel family

Donations to help this family escape Gaza

Donations to help Farah and her family

Donations to help Ahmed Hamouda’s family

Donations to help this family escape Gaza

Donations to help this family of 7 escape Gaza

Donations to help the Abdelwahed family escape Gaza

Donations to help Hamza

Donations to help Mohamed Hallam Abuzaid and his family

Donations to help Saja’s family escape Gaza

Donations to help Mohammed’s family

Donations to help Sohad’s family escape Gaza

Donations to help Ismail Morshed’s family

Donations to help Mohammad’s family escape Gaza

Donations to help Hala Nassar’s family escape Gaza

Donations to help this family escape

Donations to help this family escape

Donations to help Akram’s family

Donations to help this family in Gaza

Donations to help this displaced family in Gaza

Donations to help Saif

Donations to help this Palestinian med student

Donations to help this family evacuate Gaza

Donations to help Loai’s family escape

Donations to help Sarah’s family

Donations to help Nour and her family escape

Donations to help Ahmed’s family

Donations to help Mahmoud rebuild his bakery

Donations to help Walaa’s family escape Gaza

Donations to help Hafez Badawi’s children

Donations to help these children in North Gaza

Donations to help Miar’s family

Donations to help Ismael’s family escape Gaza

Donations to help this handicapped child escape Gaza

Donations to help rescue this family

Donations to help this family whose home was destroyed

Donations to help Jenin’s family

NOTE: If I missed any others you are free to respond with other links. Also, here is a link to Operation Olive Branch, a spreadsheet with other 100+ funds. All your help counts to help the Palestinians

[bajibitch]

Democratic Republic of Congo 🇨🇩 | Sudan 🇸🇩

Links to help and learn more about what’s happening in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Also do NOT say free Congo 🇨🇬 when referring to the issues happening in the Democratic Republic of Congo 🇨🇩. They are two different places with different flags. Instead say free DRC.

Focuscongo.com • Friendsofthecongo.org

Don’t replace your electronic devices for newer versions and if you need to, you can buy a refurbished one. As someone who’s had the same refurbished phone for seven years, I promise you it isn’t bad. It works the same. Here’s a list of books you can read to learn more, recommended by Friends of the Congo.

Here’s links so you learn more about what’s happening in Sudan 🇸🇩 Talk about Sudan.

Here’s people and organizations you can donate to:

Help Sudan Tarada Initiative • Help A Family of 11 Leave

Eyes on Sudan • Zubeyda Adam and Family

The image says:

13,000+ people have been killed. 26,000+ people injured. 10M+ displaced, making Sudan the largest displacement crisis globally. 25M+ need humanitarian assistance and support, 14 million are children. 4M women & girls at risk of sexual violence. 1OK+ cholera cases with 275 associated deaths. 3.5M+ children suffer from acute malnutrition.

As someone on twitter called out, since it applies here too. Do not say, free Palestine and then slap on free drc, free Ukraine, free list of other places… if you’re not adding ways to help, or providing information on their situation. It doesn’t help the other places because their tags just get filled with information on the genocide of Palestinians, when it should be sharing all of their problems. Don’t use their tag without talking about their situation as well.

Last thing. Don't let the aesthetic of your blog be the reason you don't speak up about what's happening. You can make a post filled with links and add you’re little banners and whatnot while helping others. And don’t worry about your following count, if they leave then they aren’t worth having around. Also post ways you can help and don’t worry about what you aren’t able to do, negativity does nothing to help. Don’t tell everyone you’re not able to donate, just spread awareness so those who are able can provide.

[revelboo]

Saw this awesome costume on Twitter and it reminded me of ur new tfa waspinator story :>

What would readers costume be like? Love your content btw :33

Oh, my goodness that’s so cool! I figure reader has an antenna head band, a foam thorax with a stinger attached with a belt and iridescent wings with backpack style straps and face paint- nothing this elaborate 🤣

Shitpost incoming: 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️ CW: fem reader, physical pregancy, bugnancy, ugly puppy royally screwed up

Mistakes

Waspinator x Reader

• Face tipped up into the spray of the little shower the Autobots had rigged up for you as you scrub honey scented shampoo into your hair, you’re rocked forward as Waspinator joins you and wraps his arms around you from behind and you feel the heat of his spike against the middle of your back. Clingier than normal ever since he’d tried to ‘spark’ you and it had backfired on him. You still haven’t quite come to terms with the fact that he’s weird, alien energy pregnant. Better him than you, though. Can’t believe he’d tried to spark you without actually talking about it. Well. Actually, you can. He’s not really much in the way of impulse control.

• Clawed hands palming your belly to pull you back into him, his mandibles tease your damp hair. And when you turn, he catches your chin and kisses you, glossa stealing inside to make your scent shift for him as your breathing hitches and the soft hands that were about to push him away draw him closer instead. Feels guilty for taking advantage of the way you react to him when he does this to you, but you’re slicker, uninhibited and needy when he kisses you. Cupping your butt and helping you hoist yourself up, legs wrapping around his waist and the sides of your soft feet sliding against the top of his thorax as he pins you and lines himself up. “Little mate,” he groans, sinking into you.

• He freaking drugged you again, know it even as you cup his face and your mouth crashes against his. Feeling like you’re nothing but heat and need as he moves inside you and it’s addictive. Head falling back against the back of the shower as he thrusts urgently inside you, your shoulders and head sliding against the wall with every deep drive. “Just like that,” you moan, that tide building inside you with shocking quickness as you buck against him, squirming restlessly. “Don’t stop.” Gasping when you come apart and he keeps going, hips rocking until he hisses and drives deep. Feel the heat of him overloading inside you. And his plating shifts, spark snaring you as you climax again. Tangled in him and confused as something pulls and his mouth is on yours again. And you give in to the pull, shivering as he overloads again with a groan.

• Everything becomes a haze of need as he hauls you out of your little wash rack and to your shared berth. Mouth on yours again as you laugh against him while he’s trying to mound pillows for you, pulling out only long enough to lay you down on your belly, hips propped up and then he’s inside you again, rutting into your silken heat. Thinking about sparking you again. Needing it. You’d sparked him the last time he’d tried and the time before, it hadn’t taken. Thought it had, then couldn’t sense the sparkling. Wants you with his young, to see you cradling a sparkling. Hips pumping as you push back to meet him with urgent gasps and whimpers, he’s moving faster against you, wings flaring out.

• Fingers clawing at the blankets as he overloads again, hips grinding against you before he’s hissing and pulling out. “Wasp,” you whine in protest, trembling and needing more. The aphrodisiac in his saliva stringing you tight. Turning you into an addict for the feel of him inside you. And when he’s pressing back inside you, something’s different. He’s thicker, feel the faint burn of him stretching you and he’s barely moving inside you, feeling like you’re almost being dragged and pushed by his shallow thrusts. “What?” You slur, wanting to ask what he’s doing as he bends so his back brushes yours and he’s snaring you again, his spark pulling you under as his hips keep moving in slow, hard surges that press you into the pillows under you. Hear him groaning, hissing and pressure. Feeling something push into you. And again as his warmth and heat sink into you, cocoon you in him. Again and you relax into the weird sensation.

• Growling, wings flicking as he fills you, he drapes himself against you, coaxing urgently and feeling your confused alarm. His own confusion tangling with yours. Because he’s not entirely sure what he just did, only that he needed to. Pulling free to make you whimper, the loss when he severs the connection with his spark aches through him. Staring at your spread thighs as you tremble and he realizes what he did. Tensing because he knows you’re going to be upset. And you’re unresisting, sprawled on your belly, thighs shivering and slick with his release. Antenna tucking back when you don’t yell at him. “Did you just fucking lay eggs in me?” You ask, voice soft and even more terrifying than if you’d been yelling.

• “I’m not even religious,” Ratchet growls staring at the readout on his scanner. “And I’m deeply offended by this blasphemy.” When Waspinator had run into Medbay with his naked mate dripping his slick and freaking out that he’d laid eggs inside his little human, Ratchet was fairly certain it couldn’t get worse. How could it? After scanning the human, though, he stands corrected. “You’re sparked.” He says, head lifting to glower at Waspinator. Who’d backed up the wall and now has his aft wedged in a corner on the ceiling. “You’re also sparked,” he adds and the human doesn’t react, staring at absolutely nothing. “I’m not sure how that’s going to interact with your human pregnancy.” And your head turns to just stare at him. ‘I’m not pregnant. I haven’t been with anyone but him,’ you say slowly. How? How is this mess now his problem and how has that little idiot managed to impregnate you with a hybrid when it shouldn’t be possible? Venting raggedly, he stares at the scanner and considers throwing it. Resigning as CMO and letting someone else deal with this. “Those eggs are apparently viable, as well.” Flinching when you just start laughing, the sound high and hysterical, tears running down your face as Waspinator whines and cowers on the ceiling. He’s not getting compensated enough for this idiocy. “Congratulations?”