#homelander i will avenge u

[breakfastspecials]

when they changed homelander's hair they also gave me a terminal illness i will surely die of

[tofumoons]

thorfinn and canute’s rlxnship is like 50 layers of fucked up narrative foiling. like what i spent the last ten years fighting and killing for the guy who killed my dad when i was five years old and ive made it my entire lifes purpose to defeat him in an duel to the death to avenge my father even though its the opposite of what he would have wanted for me because ive spent more of my life with his murderer than him and i cant help but resemble him the way a son resembles his father even if he has never been mine. what if ur dad sent u off to war to die and my dads killer both saved u from the enemies and killed ur father figure so you would become a king that could ensure the independence of his mothers homeland. what if my dads killer killed his father too, because his mom was mistreated and abused, and he couldnt forgive that so he killed him in his sleep and framed his half brother. what if i almost killed him while he was faking being asleep but i chose not to. what if my dads killer faked being crazy so he could kill ur father and make u king so ur dad wouldnt invade his motherland. what if i almost went home to my mother and sister but left because i heard about the kings death and when i arrived u had stabbed him, because thats waht he wanted, and he was and he told me i could kill him but i didnt want it like that so he died of blood loss instead, telling me to live a good life. what if the enxt time we met u did not flinch from violence like u used to and instead caused it. what if by then i had laid down my daggers and when we speak we are still on opposite sides of the coin but our positions are reversed. what then.

[delulu-with-wandanat]

I suddenly had a dumb idea for a fic. I noticed there’s a few Indonesian peeps here so this is for u guys, in honor of 17 August. Plus perhaps other fellow southeast asians can relate XD

Gender neutral reader 🫶

Natasha Romanoff x Sibling!Reader

Y/n and Nat were sent to Indonesia for a mission. The mission was a breeze of course but they were still being chased by the enemy. Unfortunately, traffics in this country is INSANE. Thankfully, Y/n had stayed here longer than Nat and has mastered the ways of the locals.

Natasha and Y/n were running away after a successful mission, but their enemy were hot on their trail.

Natasha approached a motorcyclist and tried to force him to get out of his bike. “Sir, I need to use your motorcycle. Avengers business.” The guy looked confused, clearly he didn’t speak any English.

“Hah??” The guys simply said.

The biker kept sitting on his bike, not making a move to get off it. Y/n took control of the situation. “Pinjem motor asu, ato gak gw gorok tuh leher.” They pointed a knife threateningly at him.

The guy immediately got off his bike out of fear and Y/n sat on the driver side. Natasha followed suit and sat behind them while narrowing her eyes. “You can’t just threaten a guy!”

“Dafuq you want me to do, suck his dick as compensation?!” Once Natasha was secured they accelerated the bike. Unfortunately for them the traffic was insane.

“Get off, we’ll have a better chance running.”

“No, I got this Nat!”

“In this traffic, are you insane?!”

“Just trust me! I have mastered the way of riding like mas-mas Gojek.”

“The fuck you mean by mas-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence cause her sibling drove the motorcycle up the pedestrian path. “Y/n, this is illegal!”

“Not in tanah air!” She did not know jackshit of what they meant, but regardless they expertly maneuvered their way through traffic like a mad man. Not even bumping once on a car or other motorcylist.

They constantly honk and earning side eyes from other drivers. Occasionally shouting, “MINGGIR NGENTOT.”

Y/n’s extra few weeks of stay in Indonesia proved to be useful, nonetheless Natasha was feeling slightly, nay, VERY embarrassed.

(LMAO idek what im on tbh but there u go. Under here is the translation and explanation.)

Pinjem motor asu, ato gak gw gorok tuh leher:

Give us your bike, or I’ll slit your throat.

Mas-mas Gojek:

Basically the equivalent of an Uber driver, but they use motorcycles. Known for their incredible skills of slipping between cars during heavy traffic.

Tanah air:

Homeland (literal translation according to google). Another word Indonesian typically use to refer to Indonesia.

MINGGIR NGENTOT:

MOVE CUNT (but like in the rudest form, worst than cunt. Literal translation for ‘ngentot’ is fuck. It don’t make sense but basically yeah.)

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..i would like the very very beginning pls :-)

*SCREAMS* OKAY HERE U GO this is the prologue to my next Carlando AU, "the shadow of radiance":

Most Honored and Worthy Cousin,

I trust and hope that the Goddess keeps you in good spirits and health, and I pray that the Unknowable One guards your demesne with the vigor your great Realm deserves. I was glad to receive your last missive. Indeed, this is a time of fair tidings and much prosperity, and may the Goddess send that it stay so. I write to confirm many of your assumptions and answer your questions to the best of my ability, may the Goddess guide me.

As planned and as noted in your missive, our delegation of promising squires has embarked for Anglosax. If the Goddess’ gaze be tender and true, Hiberia’s best children will be with you by week’s end. I also seek to confirm what you have heard from your emissary in Navar: yes, among the contingent will be the true best that Hiberian soil has honed, our finest and most promising young Knight. Though he has taken his oaths and adopted his shield, he is yet eager to learn from your great country and its most Learned and Accomplished. Your Knight Masters and Scholars will find him an attentive student and a humble one, truly. It is with a heavy heart I send him. He is precious to us, as he will be Lord Protector to his sister, the Crown Princess and - Goddess send - future Queen Ana of Sainz. He is also my only son, Carlos the Younger of Sainz. I entrust him to you, Cousin, as a gesture of good faith and Hiberia’s commitment to our much needed and glad alliance, long may it remain so. Should your Knight Masters find that he is wanting, you may, of course, report so to me. I will set him straight (though it would be a grave change from his demeanor, which is pleasant and diligent). May he honor you, and may he honor his House and Realm.

You are also correct in your understanding that Il Predestinato will be accompanying the Hiberian contingent. He is as good as my son; if not my blood, then by bond. I send him to you so that he may learn of Hiberia’s great ally, and of his lost Homeland’s other great future avenger. He is bright, brave, and talented. However, he is, to be delicate, occasionally naive. He would benefit from an Anglosaxon education, straightforward and unable to suffer fools as it is.

Cousin, I also seek to assure you that I do not take offense to your Great House’s traditions. We are an old House, the House of Sainz, and we would be hypocrites if we did not happily tolerate the idiosyncrasies of tradition, regardless of House and Realm. Although my son was looking forward to meeting the Heir Apparent of your great Realm, he is a patient man, and we are a patient people. We send your Honored Issue our best, and hope that the day they must reveal themselves to be your successor is a distant prospect yet. Else, we watch and wait eagerly for when your Issue decides to surprise us all with a reveal on their terms. How grand, indeed!

My Queen and Good Lady sends her best to Her Highness, your Consort. She has plans to visit before me, Goddess speed her. I fear, Cousin, my fair wife’s mischief is contagious. I assure you, she is harmless - to all but myself. But nevertheless, she sends her regards.

It will be my honor to meet you soon, Cousin. May Anglosax stand strong for eternity. May the Goddess guide your hand. May the Unknowable One favor your rule.

Your Cousin,

Carlos the Elder of Sainz

The Most Serene Realm of Hiberia

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 21

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TWs/SUMMARY: Wanda fluff, Loki fluff, we're getting a whole ass friendship! Dad sucks. The outfits are neat tho! Check the end for a mood board 😍

a/n: dress inspo and aesthetic visuals can be found here, here and here. (Paolo Sebastian, Firefly Path gowns and Viona Ielegems photography).

"Gi-i-irl..." Wanda drawled, seeing me arrive with Tony, both of us freshly showered and still hazy from the amazing orgasms. God only knew what she'd seen in both of our heads - if judging only by the vivid, crimson blush she spouted, it was definitely something very NSFW. Bruce already sat at the dinner table, quietly slurping his soup, his back and shoulders the most relaxed I'd ever seen. He gave me a knowing smile once he noticed my presence in my usual spot by his side.

The rest of the team appeared completely oblivious, preoccupied by their food.

"So, about the party. Got any costume ideas?" I cut straight to the chase, unwilling to wait for Wanda to start asking for details right in front of everyone.

Steve, Bucky, Pietro, Thor and Natasha all answered affirmative, the latter whacking Clint upside the head and firmly stating "no funny business". I couldn't help but wonder what kind of crazy shit the Bird had in mind and was kind of disappointed at Nat's intervention. A good chaotic moment was always worthwhile in my opinion!

The other bird, Sam, approached Bruce with caution as he wondered if the scientist was interested in doing a paired costume with him, only to be interrupted by Tony declaring, with childish glee, he had a "wicked project" that he and Bruce would be doing together. The scientist gave a resigned sigh and apologized.

Sam wasn't deterred by the slight setback; he approached Clint instead and after being given an okay from Natasha, the Birds decided to pair up. As they should, if you'd ask me.

"I have a costume but I need some accessories. Wanda, Lokes, join me on my lil' shopping trip?" I prompted, wanting everybody to be included. I was fully prepared for Loki to scoff and dismiss my invitation but the Asgardian nodded after a second of brief speechlessness. Didn't anyone invite him to birthday parties as a kid? Either way, Thor gave me a grateful smile, like a proper big brother. Both Asgardians had grown visibly closer during the past couple of months which made me hide a secretive smile behind a spoonful of soup.

It turned out, Loki hadn't exactly been introduced to the buzzing beehive that is NYC. He didn't get out much and when he needed to be somewhere, the man simply teleported to the desired destination. As convenient as it must've been, I still expressed my outrage at his lack of experience doing the usual "touristy" things that, in my opinion, every non-newyorker was obligated to do when visiting. Yes, even if said visitor had literally traveled across different galaxies.

Wanda wasn't much better in terms of city knowledge. According to her, she'd lived here for several years already but never bothered to go beyond the borders of the block surrounding the Avengers tower. The witch didn't have friends outside of her teammates (therapy. they all needed so much therapy. y'all...) so she simply saw no point in going anywhere beyond the local mall.

Which was trash. I mean, I loved Hot Topic and Forever 21 as much as any other young adult with depression and anxiety but it was literally impossible to wear clothes made out of cheap cotton and polyester all the time. I'm pretty sure I would have hives and ulcers if I attempted that.

"We're going on Sixth Avenue and that's final. No friend of mine will be wearing shit from Wal-Mart at a Stark party," I interrupted Wanda's defensive stuttering, using my other hand to summon an Uber.

"That is good advice," Loki, previously silent, added in a sweet tone. I counted on the fashionable Asgardian to be on my side and with his schmoozing skills, I didn't even have to drag Wanda inside the car by, like, her hair or whatever. The three of us barely fit into the small Toyota anyway.

A thought struck me when I had to consciously avoid stepping on Loki's leather shoes and keep away my elbow from Wanda's stomach. "Mister? I'll give you a hundred bucks cash if you turn around and drive to this address," I hurriedly rattled off my home address, delighting in the way the driver nearly did a U-turn at the mention of crispy dollar bills.

We arrived home quickly. Wanda gaped in mild disbelief at the size of my house while Loki looked about as interested as he'd ever be. His face was akin to an expression one made while smelling fresh manure. Opening the garage, I was greeted with an unpleasant surprise of my dad's outrageously painted Corvette standing neatly by my white Range Rover.

Loki looked and felt considerably less tense in the back of my car. The subtle signs of discomfort all but left his face replaced by slight wonder as I explained how to adjust the temperature and turn on the heated seats.

Dad met us at the gates. "You didn't come in to say hello," He pouted. His breath reeked like a five-day drinking binge hangover and he looked a dead man.

"We're in a hurry, dad. There's a lot to be done," I replied curtly, hoping to get rid of him fast. I hated being sober around my drunk father. My fingers twitched on the steering wheel.

"You're like your mother, always busy," Dad's laugh was coarse and bitter. "But at least you find time for Stark and his friends. That'll do your future real good," He clapped once on the hood of my car, heading back to the house with a wave of his hand, just in time to miss the disgusted shudder that ran through me.

I knew my dad well enough to understand the implications of what he meant by his words. In his world, fucking way up to the top was considered the norm. I'd rather cut off my own foot than use Tony that way.

"Sorry you had to see that. I thought he was still in Cali," I gritted my teeth, pulling out of the driveway.

"I'm sorry you had to experience that. I have no kind words regarding your father," Loki's look was sympathetic in the rearview mirror.

"Or your mother," Wanda added, messing with her seatbelt. Loki nodded tersely.

"Aight, aight," I sighed, set on improving the mood. "Let's not poop this party. We're getting some absolutely delicious beverages and wasting my money on outrageous pretty things. My treat."

Wanda's protests were drowned out by Motorhead and Loki's grumbling was overshadowed by Guns'n'Roses. Their resistance didn't stand a chance. Few blocks out, the witch was singing along to November Rain, heavily accented and terribly off-key, and the Asgardian watched New York city intently behind the protection of the tinted rear windows of my ride. He seemed mesmerized by the crowds and the variety of colorful shop fronts. This was the the one and only reason I eased off the gas pedal and drove the speed limit for once.

The atmosphere was, well, magical. Looking at my two companions, I discovered the familiar city anew with every question they asked, every remark they made. The desire to ask in turn about their homelands melted like the tension I was harbouring after the run-in with my father. Content and warm, I had my attention divided between Loki and Wanda juggling their wonder back-and-forth between themselves and the absolutely crazy NYC traffic.

So what if I parked in a no-parking zone just to get us the most delicious coffee in the city? Loki, the resident tea person, ordered himself something unpronounceable, something that made the barista twitch. Wanda got a sugary-sounding vanilla-white chocolate perversion. I just got a mocha, having had outgrown my adolescent desires to experiment with "how sweet can I make this coffee before I literally puke?" beverages.

With a laugh, I instructed them to pose in front of the nearest reflective surface to brag about our coffees on Instagram - this café deserved more recognition. My companions reluctantly obliged.

I wonder if the barista realized just who had bought the coffee - Loki was quite a media darling when it came to fangirls. Tony's PR team did a wonderful job on the Asgardian's redemption arc. The trickster only fueled the utter devotion his fangirls had for him by being extra nice and charming in every video I've seen. I guess you can't out-mindcontrol manners outta somebody, he was raised a prince after all.

It wasn't raining but the autumn chill seeped into the tiny spaces between my layers of clothing. I already managed to regret my fashionable dark academia inspired outfit at least twice, however the matching vibe all three of us had was positively dashing. Loki, wearing his usual onyx black and dark green. Wanda with a burgundy sweater dress and thigh high platformed boots - sweater dresses, out of all things, had no business looking this good on anybody. But she pulled it off.

"You said you've got a costume. Mind sharing what it is?" The witch said, curiously peeking into the windows of a nearby vintage boutique as we took our leisurely stroll with steaming paper cups keeping our fingers warm.

"A fairy dress. It was custom made for me last year and I actually didn't get to wear it. I need some jewelry to go with it," I explained, stopping to show a photo of the dress on my smartphone. "And some shoes, too. Let's hope the party will be held completely indoors, otherwise I'll freeze my ass off."

"Custom made?" Wanda squeaked, looking at the garment in wonder. Loki gave a vaguely approving nod.

"Yeah, there's a company that makes these fantasy dresses. You want one? What did you have in mind for your costume anyway?" I switched the topic quickly, seeing how Wanda withdrew into herself slightly. I heard from Peter she grew up poor, in the middle of a war and I didn't want to make her feel bad or anything. I wasn't good at these things...

"I thought maybe I could match with you," She replied, slowly taking a sip of her coffee.

"Sure. There are a couple of shops with really cute dresses that fit the aesthetic." Marchesa. We need a Marchesa store. And a Zuhair Murad - if there was one on this stretch of road. "What about you, Lokes? Anything in particular strike your fancy?" I asked our silent companion, frantically googling the information I needed.

"Black," He answered moodily.

"Boo, you whore," I rolled my eyes at his scoff. We had watched the Mean Girls recently and he got the reference, immediately raising a sarcastic eyebrow. "You know, you could do so much with this pale aristocratic look you've got going on. How about a medieval vampire?"

"Like Lestat? He's fucking hot," Wanda and I understood each other promptly. She jumped on the bandwagon immediately.

Combining my blunt honesty and her adorable fawning over a fictional bloodsucker, we managed to convince Loki into going on a hunt for brocaded, velvet suits and blouses with ruffles for his look. The trickster revolted at the mere suggestion of procuring some fake fangs, instead magically making them appear and showing them off in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, much to my and Wanda's delighted shrieking. He looked, I daresay, very attractive, like a porcelain figurine. Delicate but dangerous.

We arrived at the store that showcased beautiful, airy dresses of silk, chiffon and tulle. The lace was delicate and the seams invisible. I ushered Wanda into a dressing room with a shop attendant that was quietly but strictly instructed to not discuss the cost of the dresses and hide the price tags.

"I want it to be a gift. My friend here deserves no less than a magical experience," I explained quietly, winking at a bewildered Loki.

"Why did you do that?" He asked once Wanda was given a selection of several dresses in flattering colours and led into a separate dressing room.

"These dresses, they're special so they're a bit pricey. And knowing Wanda, she'll make a scene and refuse to let me buy them for her," I idly twirled my phone in my hands. "But every girl wants to be a princess and it's kinda sad she never got to be one. It's more than just a dress, it's more than feeling pretty, although it's a big part of it. She'll feel on top of the world."

Loki nodded. I'm certain he didn't understand it - being a man and all - and I wasn't sure I understood it completely, too. I never lacked pretty or expensive things, always got whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. But for a moment, I thought how it must've been for Wanda - seeing all these girls on TV, looking like pictures - and never having the chance to experience that. A concept that made me so sad, I was tempted to ask the customer service person for a glass of scotch. Being poor sounded depressing as hell.

Suddenly, Loki's cool, large hand landed on mine. "Thank you. I am certain Wanda will be the most beautiful lady at the ball."

I stared at him. Loki understood.

"Well, I... I don't know how finicky you are on gender labels for clothes, but there were a couple of blouses you might want to check out. They've got the neck ruffles and shit." My throat suddenly seized up and I had to clear it before speaking, steering away from the uncomfortably emotional moment. Thankfully, Loki wandered off without as much as a word.

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[mattressdemon]

AT THE MOMENT

Tagged by @helila​

TIME: 4:39 PM

FEELING: you know when you wake up from sleeping or a nap and you feel too warm and sluggish and like theres a fog on ur brain and u dont even know who or what u r.,..

CRAVING: sushi or boba

SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: JOSIES ON A VACATION FAR AWAY COME AROUND AND TALK IT OVER SO MANY THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY YOU KNOW I LIKE MY GIRLS A LITTLE BIT OLDER I JUST WANNA USE YOUR LOVE TONIGHT I DONT WANNA LOSE YOUR LOVE TONIGHT!!!!

FAVORITE COLOR: i like rich peacock green and dark red or maroon

TEA OR COFFEE: either, iced

FAVORITE FOOD: sushi or just meat in general (except for ground beef thats gross)

SWEET, SAVORY OR SPICY: i like all three equally

LAST THING I GOOGLED: i use duckduckgo!!!!! fuck google!!! which means i cant look at my search history sorry 😂

LAST SONG I LISTENED TO: tainted love by soft cell

LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: i think it was the avengers coz my wife wanted to watch all of the mcu in chronological order, but im streaming sonic for my ff14 fc soon

LAST SHOW I WATCHED: big brother season 23 lol my wife got me into it and this season is really good, a group of 6 black people are dominating the competition

CURRENTLY READING: my wife is reading me homeland by salvatore when we go to bed at night... ive read it multiple times but its her first time and its funny to listen to her stumble over all the drow and magical words and be confused by salvatore’s writing. sometimes we both just collectively wish he would stfu

CURRENTLY WATCHING: nothing rn

HOBBIES: looking at the clock and softly saying “what the fuck”

DREAM TRIP: i want to go on an extended vacation to japan

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[singtotheskiies]

an intervention was needed // thor x platonic!reader

request: Hey hey! I hope you're well & safe ☺️ can i request a fluffy but more platonic thor x reader, it's kinda specific: the reader is an asgardian and she's bff with Thor, basically like a sister. So he finally comes back to fight in Endgame after being depressed and shutting her out, and they reunite and there's a lot of feels and he just feels like a disappointment and a mess but she's like.. aw my sweet asgardian boi :( ill take care of u now, and oof i got carried away 😅 ty in advance hun!!

summary: after the fall of asgard, thor shut you out from his life completely. five years later, when that life is in danger, you take it upon yourself to fix things—if you are able.

words: 1497

warnings: infinity war/endgame spoilers, angst (sO much angst dude i never write it but this time,,,, i did), fluff at the end tho;)

a/n: i am SO sorry for the delay in writing this imagine—school has been very tough recently because teachers still feel the need to assign hours of work every day. however, this was a wonderful request, and i am absolutely loving writing, so please keep sending ‘em in!!! i love you all💕

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There were plenty of upsides to being Asgardian—increased reflexes and fighting skills, the ability to down enough liquor to make mortals stare, and of course your special power—the ability to heal physical wounds. Due to your fighting and healing abilities, the Avengers had taken you on as a valuable asset to their pursuit of justice. You had been on Midgard for a few years, now, and while it gave you great joy to be able to help, it was also the root of many of your problems.

You hadn’t been there when Asgard was ravaged by Thanos. Instead, you had been with the rest of the Avengers, discussing a possible threat in Seattle. You had felt the devastating pull in your gut that alerted you of something wrong in your home world. Instantly, you bolted to your feet, screaming for Heimdall to transport you so you could help in any way you can. You shouted your throat ragged, but you learned three unbearable days later that there was no more Bifrost tower and no Heimdall to defend it.

To make matters worse, you suffered not only the loss of your homeland, but also the presence of your best friend Thor. He had entered your room after those three days a broken shell of a man. You had tried to get through to him, to connect and mourn over your losses, but he had been nothing but cold to you.

“You cannot understand my grief,” he told you in a cold, distant voice you could barely recognize as his own.

“We are both Asgardians, Thor!” you cried. “We mourn for the same land—the land of our fathers and mothers before us.”

“And where were you when that land needed your help?” he snarled, turning and glaring at you.

“I screamed Heimdall’s name for an hour,” you spat indignantly, tears beginning to burn their way down your cheeks. “No one was there, it wasn’t my fault!”

“I had to watch my own brother die,” Thor choked, unable to control the tears welling up in his own eyes. “Thanos murdered him like he was merely an insect—but he was my brother. Do you have any idea—“

“Loki was also an acquaintance of mine, and I view his loss with no small sorrow. I cannot imagine the pain you must feel, my friend.”

“Friend,” Thor spat. “I hardly think so.”

“Please, Thor, rid yourself of this anger—I do not recognize you.”

“Perhaps it is for the better.”

With that, he spun Mjolnir and flew to gods-knew-where. You were so numb that it took you hours to notify Tony of the gaping hole through the building.

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You stood stock-still, emotions swirling from shock to embarrassment to pure confusion as you took in the man in front of you. He hadn’t shown his face on Earth the whole five years, and you were completely shocked at what he had done to himself. “Thor?” you breathed. “Why are you—um—well—“

He looked down his nose at you, tilting his sunglasses down with the hand that wasn’t holding a can of beer. Squinting, he tried to realize who he was speaking to. His realization was so slow that you could literally see it blooming across his features. When he recognized it was you, he merely turned around, mumbling something about wanting a Bloody Mary. You stared blankly after him as he stumbled out of the room, your mouth hanging open.

“Not sure what happened there,” Steve said as he came up behind you. “Clearly he hasn’t been taking things well.”

“Yes, I can see that,” you managed.

“Are you doing okay? I know you guys had a fight of some kind the last time he was here.”

“Yes, yes. I’m going to see if I can talk to him and find out what’s going on,” you decided. “He cannot fight like this.”

“I agree,” Steve said, wishing you luck as he left to confer with Natasha.

Although you tried, you had no luck throughout the day in getting Thor alone—mostly due to the fact that you were in meetings nearly constantly, and he seemed to be in a drunken stupor for every single one. It was sort of the elephant in the room for everybody, and you could tell more than a few of them were wondering if he was even capable of fighting in this state. Even you had your doubts about your former friend, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

As it happened, you didn’t get your chance until late that night, when most of the Avengers were in their rooms thinking about the subjects of the day’s meetings. Taking a deep breath, you set your jaw resolutely and made your way through the numerous corridors to Thor’s room. Your heart pounded, but you furrowed your brow defiantly. You were Asgardian, and you definitely had the strength to help Thor out of—whatever this was.

At least, you hoped so.

You knocked on the door and were met with silence for several moments. Raising your knuckles, you were just about to repeat your action when you heard a faint mumble.

“‘s there?”

“It’s me.” You inhaled deeply, praying you wouldn’t be electrocuted on the spot. There was another, even longer silence, before—

“C’me in.” You were floored at his response, but recovered and turned the doorknob softly. The sight you were met with broke your heart.

Thor sat on the floor, leaning against his bed with tears tracking their way down his face and into his beard. Cans of alcohol littered the floor, and you could smell the sickly-sweet stench from where you stood. You forgot the five years of silence in an instant and rushed to his side, sitting down next to him.

“Thor?” you managed, and he turned his tear-filled eyes on you. As he took in your worried face, his own crumpled and he began to sob anew, nearly falling into you as you wrapped your arms around him. You simply let him cry for a while, rubbing soothing circles on his back with your thumbs. Eventually, he sat back up, his motions slow and sad. “What is it?” you ask.

“Seeing my brother die—my home laid waste—how do I move past that? How can I live knowing what has happened? I was unable to save Loki or Asgard,” he said, his words falling with deadly conviction. His voice lowered even more as he finished. “I couldn’t—I couldn’t even save myself.”

“Oh, Thor,” you whispered. These five years must have been pure hell for him. His eyes were tortured as they looked into yours, and without thinking, you took his hand as you spoke.

“What you have witnessed will no doubt haunt you for the rest of your life. I say now as I did five years ago that while I mourn with you, I cannot fathom how deep your sorrow must be. I can tell it has plagued you these last five years, and I only wish I had tried to fix things earlier. Thor, you could not have done anything more to save our world and everyone in it. You may be a god, but that does not mean you do not have limits. You fought hard, my friend. And I am proud of you. I am.” He was watching you intently as you spoke, tears renewing themselves as you went on.

“But this—“ You motioned to the alcohol scattered around the room. “This is not like you. You do not deserve to fade away into nothing, brought down by your own devices. Instead, you must take your grief and rage and use it as motivation, use it to heal. Only then can you find within yourself what you so desperately need. And I will be here every step of the way to help you through.”

Thor’s eyes overflowed again, but this time you could sense relief radiating off him. He drew you in for another hug, and you held him tight, knowing this is what he had needed to hear all this time. “Thank you, my friend,” he whispered in your ear.

“I am happy to do it, Thor. I would do anything to help you,” you told him sincerely.

“I must also apologize from the depths of my heart for shutting you out. The only thing my actions accomplished was create more hurt for both of us. I needed you by my side and instead I pushed you away.”

“It was only natural, Thor. You were grieving and were unsure of how to handle yourself. All is forgiven now,” you said, smiling at him. “Now, if you feel able, shall we go to the kitchen? I find that Midgardian food is most helpful in times like these.” You stood up, extending a hand to him.

And for the first time in five years, Thor felt hope coursing through him and found that he, too, was able to smile.

[abigailnussbaum]

The Boys 2x07 - 2x08

I’m actually not going to say much about the first of these episodes, which was enough of a table-setting hour that I didn’t even bother giving it its own review. There are, as usual, a few well-crafted moments that show off the thoughtfulness that this show applies to its characters and worldbuilding - Maeve’s silent reaction when Annie asks her to come with her; the realization that horrible as she is, Stormfront is still a better parent than Homelander is or could ever be. But the for the most part it’s just setting things up for the finale (and next season).

Also, this is not the point of my discussion of the finale or the season as a whole, but it does need to be acknowledged that both Annie and Rebecca are made to apologize to their love interests for things they have no business apologizing for. “After everything I did to you”, Annie says to Hughie. What... what did she do? Aside, that is, from holding him to account for his own behavior? (Some of which, like his role in the death of Translucent, he is still lying to her about.) S2 seems to be working really hard to make Hughie its moral center, with both Annie and Billy using him as a sort of external conscience, which is really hard to justify given everything we know about him, and undermines Annie considerably as a character. You want to explore her darkness? Great - episode 6 did that really well. But Hughie doesn’t have to be a paragon for that to happen.

This, however, is not my main reaction to the episode or the season. Several times over the last few weeks I’ve found myself thinking that S2 of The Boys was going to be about getting from here to there. You see this sometimes - a show comes out of the gate with a gangbusters first season, something really thought-through and exciting. But also something that is very much about itself rather than an opening volley for a continuous story. And when the writers sit down to write season 2, they realize that they’ve left themselves in a bind - maybe you’ve broken up interesting pairings or teams; maybe you killed off your most magnetic character; maybe you’ve locked everyone in a situation that will make future stories impossible. So the next season becomes about getting all the pieces and players to a place where you can start telling stories again.

Watching the finale, however, my reaction to it was that it was taking the show from here to where it started. It’s almost shocking, how hard this finale works to put every destabilizing plot element from the end of the first season back in the toybox. The Boys are no longer fugitives. MM and Frenchie get to go back to their lives. A-Train goes back to the Seven. Annie is back in her old outfit. Ryan gets packed off into CIA foster care. They re-refrigerate Rebecca (I’m not quite over that one - imagine knowing enough to realize that the saintly dead wife is a tired trope, and revealing that she’s alive and has an agenda of her own, and then killing her again; between that and the Girls Get Things Done combo attack on Stormfront, there’s a real whiff of Avengers: Endgame about the whole affair). Sure, there are a few new details - Hughie is supposedly going to get some distance from Billy, and goes to work for a congresswoman who is, unbeknownst to him, a supervillain - but for the most part the episode gives off the feeling that this entire season has been a whoopsie, a hurried, tire-screeching U-turn with no plot or thematic weight.

What’s meant to distract us from this, of course, are the Nazis. And I’m not going to say that there hasn’t been some good stuff on that front during this season, or even in this episode - Stormfront’s line, “they agree with me; they just don’t like the word Nazi” slides in like a knife. But it also encapsulates the problem with this entire storyline - that once you introduce the idea of a Nazi superhero, “superhero” stops being the most important, or scariest, word in that combination. 

You see this, of course, in the way that the plotline is resolved, with the public categorically rejecting Stormfront once they find out she’s a Nazi. And you know what? I’d take that. I’d sign up to live in a world where there’s a non-zero chance of being disintegrated by a stray speedster or catching a heat-ray intended for someone else, if it was also one in which the public was so immediately hostile to Nazism that it could strangle your career and movement in its crib to be credibly called one. Because that is a better world than the one we’re currently living in. And, well, if you’re writing a supposedly trenchant political commentary and your satirical world is less horrible than the real one, something has gone seriously wrong.

The thing is, The Boys has a pretty serious problem. It can’t be a pure superhero story, because that would very quickly expose the hollowness of its critique of superheroes - you can’t mock corporate girl power posturing in episode 3 and then revel in it yourself in episode 8 without revealing how little you actually have to say. But when it tries to be political, it keeps running up against the problem that the ills it uses superheroes to expose - capitalism, racism, militarism, evangelical christianity - are a hell of a lot scarier on their own than the metaphor that’s being used to expose them. 

That’s a thorny problem in its own right, but the show’s response to it is positively glib. Not only does blowing the whistle on Stormfront immediately shut down that entire storyline, but the show then wastes no time in pivoting to set up next season’s story arc, “what if Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was a supervillain?” The implied equivalence isn’t just galling, it retroactively makes everything that worked about the Stormfront storyline seem shallow and insincere, the show posturing rather than making a genuine political critique.

After two seasons, I think we have to conclude that this is a show that works really well on the anthropological level - given a situation, it explores it with great insight and creativity, and in a way that connects to real-world ills in surprising and illuminating ways. That worked really well in the first season, when we were just learning the show’s world. But when asked to tell a story in that world, the show stumbles horribly, failing at almost every level. The characters remain strong, and those anthropological insights are still sometimes sharp enough to make the entire thing seem worthwhile. But at this point I’m struggling to imagine how The Boys can justify its continued existence. Maybe, having rebooted their setting so thoroughly, the writers can now get around to figuring out a story to tell within it. But I have to say, I’m not very hopeful.

[captainhandsomes]

rafa ur tags on my edit 😭😭 I FEEL THAT. as soon as i heard the song i was like holy shit this is literally stevetony (ALSO EXILE AND HOAX!!!!) and the thought wouldnt leave my mind til i made the edit

i’m only just now properly listening to this album and:

EXILE “you're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now? you were my town, now I'm in exile (...) all this time, we always walked a very thin line you didn't even hear me out, you never gave a warning sign” (this one is actually my favorite one in the album, i think. bon iver is my lord & savior and this song h u r t s)

MY TEARS RICOCHET “if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too. even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe? all the hell you gave me? ‘cause I loved you, I swear I loved you, till my dying day (...) we gather stones never knowing what they'll mean (this is just. the worst coincidence lol) (...) I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home (IS THIS NOT IW STEVE?!)”

THIS IS ME TRYING “I didn't know if you'd care if I came back, I have a lot of regrets about that (...) and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regrets about that (...) it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound, It's hard to be anywhere these days, when all I want is you you're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town”

HOAX “screaming, "give me a reason" your faithless love's the only hoax i believe in don't want no other shade of blue but you no other sadness in the world would do (...) you know I left a part of me back in New York you knew the hero died, so what's the movie for you knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart (...) my only one my kingdom come undone my broken drum you have beaten my heart don't want no other shade of blue but you” STRAIGHT UP NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME, PAL

in conclusion: taylor swift is a stevetony shipper & she wrote this album after watching avengers: endgame (2019)

[tarithenurse]

Agent of Hope - 19

Your world falls into ruin together with the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcements Logistics Division when you find out that your boyfriend isn’t one of the good guys. Pairing: Brock Rumlow x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader Contents: Hmmm...weapons, fluff, dealing with trauma, mention of rape, masturbation, violent reaction, difficult choices, more fluff, and kissing. A/N: Thanks to all of you who like and especially reblog <3 On a second note: been looking for houses (need to move out of my parents’ place with my husband bc omfc).  Also that GIF just is epic.

19 - An offer you can’t refuse

…   Romanoff   …

The tinny jingle from the Goldfish commercials doesn’t cause hesitation to the hands moving rapidly to find and connect the right parts needed in the task of assembling three different guns. Only when the last weapon is locked (and loaded) does Natasha spin the cell phone on the table with a frown. Unknown caller, but the small dots in the corner indicate that Jarvis is tracking down the number already and will have an answer in three…two…one…ugh! Langley.

“Afternoon.” The tone is flat enough to show the lack of enthusiasm without being downright rude. “What more does Langley want post-hearings?”

She can almost hear the crooked smile. “Hrph…I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, miss Romanova.” The twist to the last name sends shivers down the former Russian’s spine but the familiar voice continues. “I’m agent Ross…we met during the hearings…?”

The silence is allowed to reign in an attempt to get the man to talk, maybe say too much. Meanwhile, Natasha brings the Glock 26 behind the back and starts to dismantle it, counting the seconds it takes before every piece of metal is spread out on the couch cushion behind her, careful not to lose the pins or the little spring for the trigger.

“Miss uhm…miss Romanova? You there?”

Nervous. Not enough. “…yeah.”

“Good! Good. Yes…” Some paper rustles through the line. “Right…I know the hearings’ve been long and prob’ly bothersome,” agent Ross hesitates to allow for some comment but gets none, “s’I can completely understand and respect if y’aren’t interested, however…I believe that you may ‘ave information that could be of benefit to u- to the Agency, I mean, in terms of filling some gaps. Erm I think…what I’m trying to say’s would it be possible for you to – off record – have a look at our older intel?”

Wait…waaiit…one more second. An intake of breath is Natasha’s cue. “You want me to shed light on old cases that’ve gone sideways?”

“Well –“

“You think either SHIELD, Hydra, or maybe my former handlers could’ve botched it for you guys?” By now the short agent’s sputtering in embarrassment, maybe hoping for the weak protests to soothe any slights the insinuation could have caused. “Send me a top ten and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Really?!”

Yeah, why would I? Simply put, Natasha hates being out of the loop, and the spy in her is aching for the chance of (legally) getting hold of CIA intel. More than that, though, she’s learned the hard way how precious the currency known as “favours” are. Owe someone something? They’ll have a hook in you forever. Someone owes you? It can be the difference between life and death. An IOU from a CIA agent…that could be handy.

“No promises I can actually tell you more than y’know already.”

Movement behind her makes the Avenger turn her head, a smile already curving her lips at the presence of [Y/N] who eyes the weapons (and parts) cautiously.

“Oh, no! That’s okay, no worries!” An idiot might refuse the tentative offer and Ross is far from that. “I’ll compile the files and get them to…you…uhm…”

“I’ll text you an address.” A slightly oil-greased finger hovers over the phone already. “Bye, agent Everett Ross.”

…   Rumlow   …

The fly circles the room a few times before finally settling on the person in the corner, climbing across brown-stained jeans in short sprints before reaching the lax hand and taking off again. Next time the insect lands it’s by the dried spatter on the wall where the bullet had made a small crater when it exited the skull of…who was that? A glance at the pens and the old-fashioned glasses makes Brock guess at some dusty field of expertise like history or literature. Whatever it had been, the man had decided it was better to risk it all and go looking for Hydra on nothing but a rumour.

“Don’t mind zat,” Strucker dismisses the sight easily, “ze interesting zing is zis.” Careful not to touch, he points at the darkened veins and (with the help of a metal rod) the unnaturally blue eyes. “Ze experiment was quite a success, my friend. We are able to channel ze power of ze weapon into humans.”

“They all end up like this so far?” The eyelid hasn’t lowered again, so the endless glow of space is staring blindly at Brock no matter where he moves. “A bullet in the brain? Why did he get that?”

Chuckling softly, Strucker wipes the little stick in a handkerchief which he folds before depositing both in a pocket. “Zis man gained immense strengz but lacked control.” Oh. “Perhaps zere is a stronger connection between the state of mind and ze results zan we anticipated. We are now looking for actual volunteers.”

…

Fuck. However Loki did it remains a mystery still, but Brock won’t give up the hope that it will be possible to figure out how to control another person with the staff. Damnit, he’d seen the bit of salvaged footage and read the debriefs portraying the events when the Asgardian came to Earth and brainwashed top agents in no time.

The results of Strucker’s and his team’s work is vital both for the promotion of Hydra’s scheme…and to get anything useful from [Y/N] when she will get back again. I’ll be damned if it kills her. Brock’s all too aware that his craving for the ex-girlfriend wouldn’t be condoned if anyone knew – to be fair, he doesn’t quite like it himself because it makes him feel like he isn’t in control of his own damn mind. Every dream is either about missions and kills, sending adrenalin pumping through his veins, or they feature every detail of [Y/N].

The little smile when she was lost in thought. Her spine curving to jut the breasts upwards, skin subtle under Brock’s hands. Remembering the teasing hitches in her breath on a sunny morning, light filtering through the windows to catch in her hair as they made their bed creak together a lifetime ago.

“Godfuckingdamnit!”

Already, an erection is pressing painfully hard against tac-pants and Brock shoves a fist down to reposition the stubborn cock only for a new memory to appear the moment his fingers close around the shaft. Shea-butter mixed with sweat on pebbled nipples…perfect taste. There’s not much room to move the hand, but at least the pants are easily opened allowing for longer strokes.

The speed accelerates with each recollection, fist tightening and twisting while the echoes of [Y/N]’s moans are replaced by cries tearing from her throat when he took her with force. Fuck, it was so good, the man admits to himself, the struggle…oh yeah…the…the control. Breathing laboured, Brock has to lean against the wall, unable to stagger the last few steps over to his cot. She’d begged and pleaded, and he had been the one to grant her peace…or not.

He grunts as he comes. White stickiness spurting between his fingers, adding to the blurry haze from the inability to focus on anything else than the rush thrumming through the veins. It’ll be a short reprieve before the need returns like an endless hunger that nothing can sate. One thing can. But [Y/N] isn’t here, she’s tugged away somewhere with the fucking Avengers and that makes it all a million times worse because to think that Romanoff or maybe even Steve get to be close to her. Get to touch her, smell her.

It stings pleasantly when the hand connects with the drywalling and the structure behind it, thin strings of cum hanging from the torn plaster. At least that clears Brock’s mind a bit.

…   Reader   …

Lying awake all night, it’s almost a relief to sense the grey dimness take over the room and allow the outlines of furniture to stand out – not even Natasha’s steady breathing has been able to calm your mind after the hours of training spent to tire out your body at least. Why this time?! You’ve spent more than enough nights trying to escape nightmarish memories and negative thoughts but this…this issue is different and you’re happy with the decision you’ve made. I should just tell her.

It’s almost possible to make out the contours of Tasha against the white pillow, darker hair spreading like a halo of smoke. You know she sleeps lightly. Brushing your lips featherlight across her cheek, and she already turns to find your mouth with her own. Sweet and lazy kisses, a single tug to your bottom lip. Morning breath is a non-issue when she invites you into a bubble of gentle safety. Home.

“Morning, babe.” Her fingers tease the shortest hairs in your neck. “You’ve managed to sleep at all?”

There’s no reason to answer, just plant a peck on her nose. “I’ve made up my mind,” you offer as consolation, “and I hope you’ll understand why it’s important to me.”

The love never disappears from the touch while she sits up against the headboard. If it was light enough, you think you might see cautious interest mingled with concern in her eyes because Tasha isn’t as good as hiding it as she thinks she is. That’s a secret though.

“Okay…” She drags you onto her lap, straddling her so the strong arms can wrap around your waist. “Is it about the call from Ross?”

The scent of shampoo still clings to her hair as you bury your face in it, happy to talk into the red mess. “Yes, but mainly it’s about wanting to do what I can.”

Of course your reasoning isn’t perfect, but Natasha doesn’t interrupt even once as you explain how you want to do your part to support the hearings and the new request from the CIA by giving a testimony. Gifted or not, at least there’s information about Brock that can be of use and it seems someone else than just the Avengers are trying to clean things up…hopefully that includes tracking down the people that can be identified to Hydra through the data dumped on the net the day SHIELD fell. You promise to keep the ability secret to anyone outside of Natasha and her friends...admitting that you’ll have to be careful although you’ve got the most convincing cover to any strange phrasing “thanks” to what Brock and his people have put you through while in their hands.

The colours have returned to the world by the time you finish explaining. Dusty lavender heightens the rosy cheeks of the woman looking at you with a serious expression that makes your stomach knot. I have to do this. It’ll be hard as fuck, but it feels right. Feels important.

“I’ll let him know,” Tasha whispers, pulling you in for a tight embrace, “and I’ll be with you all the time.”

[creepingsharia]

A Month of Islam in America: April 2019

April was a busy month. While the media was focused on their multi-year collusion with Democrats - a treasonous fraud perpetrated on the American people - Muslims were busy being Muslims.

After they took over the House in the 2018 elections, Democrats stopped producing the House Homeland Security monthly report on terror, aka the Terror Threat Snapshot, so most people, politicians included, are unaware of the ongoing threat.

This is our version with a focus on Islamization in the U.S. that is much broader than just terror (jihad). It's only what we had time to aggregate.

Click any hyperlink below to read the full story, then share to your social media sites using the buttons on the bottom of each post.  Note: The sharia police at Wordpress did not want you to see this information so original links will not work until we have time to update them all.

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Future generations will thank you!

April 2019

Jihad & Terror

Maryland: Muslim who harbored hatred for “disbelievers” planned to drive U-haul truck into crowds at National Harbor (DOJ)

Federal prosecutors say a man inspired by the Islamic State group stole a U-Haul truck with plans to drive it into a crowd at National Harbor, the popular dining and entertainment hang out just outside of Washington, D.C. 'For two years,

Rondell Henry, 28, has harbored ‘hatred’ (in his words) for ‘disbelievers’ who do not practice the Muslim faith.'

Montana: Albanian Muslim immigrant who discussed US attack arrested at gun range (NBC)

Fabjan Alameti, 21, an Albanian national who talked about joining ISIS and attacking random people to avenge a shooting at a New Zealand mosque was arrested at a gun range in Montana, authorities said Thursday.

Maryland: Muslim arrested after using car to strike and injure woman; kill woman in Virginia (MCP Press Release)

The Montgomery County Department of Police – 5th and 6th District Investigative Sections, have charged Muhammad Taha, age 29, of the 23300 block of Observation Drive in Clarksburg, with crimes related to two incidents occurring in Germantown and Gaithersburg. The same individual was arrested in Prince William County, Virginia, and charged with 2nd Degree Murder, Felony Hit & Run, and other charges for events that occurred on March 24, 2019, in the Manassas area.

California: Muslim arrested in planned attack on Santa Monica Pier, Long Beach rally as “retribution” for mosque attack (ABC)

Mark Steven Domingo, 26, was taken into custody Friday on domestic terrorism charges.

Domingo expressed “support for violent Jihad and an aspiration to conduct an attack in the Los Angeles area.” As part of the plot, Domingo allegedly purchased several hundred nails to be used as shrapnel inside the IED. “Domingo said he specifically bought three-inch nails because they would be long enough to penetrate the human body and puncture internal organs,” U.S. Attorney Nicola Hanna said.

Michigan: Dearborn Muslim charged with receiving terror training from ISIS (DOJ)

Islamic State fighters provided military-style training to a machine-gun toting Dearborn man captured on a Syrian battlefield last summer, prosecutors said Wednesday. Prosecutors leveled the allegations in a new indictment against

Ibraheem Musaibli, 28, who was brought back to Metro Detroit last year and charged with conspiring to provide material support to a terrorist organization.

Michigan: Muslim terrorist tells judge ‘still has jihad in his heart, regrets he didn’t kill cop, kill more people’; gets life sentence (WXYZ)

Fifty-one-year old Amor Ftouhi will spend the rest of his life in prison. Federal Judge Matthew Leitman imposed the sentence in Flint after hearing Ftouhi say he regrets he didn’t kill the cop, regrets he didn’t kill people, and regrets he couldn’t get a machine gun.

He told the judge he still had Jihad in his heart and Jihad in his blood.

Texas: Muslim teen pleads guilty to plotting mass shooting jihad at Frisco mall (DOJ)

A state judge sentenced Matin Azizi-Yarand to 20 years in prison Monday for solicitation of capital murder and making a terroristic threat, state and federal prosecutors announced. The 18-year-old is eligible for parole after serving 10 years.

Azizi-Yarand was arrested last May for plotting to shoot civilians and police at a Frisco mall in a rampage authorities said he was timing to coincide with Ramadan

Wisconsin: Muslim pleads guilty, faces 20 years in prison for attempt to join ISIS (DOJ)

Federal prosecutors said Yosvany Padilla-Conde, a Cuban national, agreed to assist Jason Ludke in an attempt to join ISIS by traveling from Wisconsin through Mexico to Syria and Iraq in order to work under ISIS’ direction and control.

New York: Muslim Sentenced to 20 Years Prison for Attempting and Conspiring to Provide Material Support to ISIS (DOJ)

Adam Raishani, aka “Saddam Mohamed Raishani,” 32, of the Bronx, New York, was sentenced to 20 years in prison to be followed by 20 years of supervised release for attempting to provide and conspiring to provide material support to the Islamic State of Iraq and al-Sham (ISIS), a designated foreign terrorist organization.

Illinois: Bosnian refugee woman pleads guilty to funding fellow Muslim who died waging jihad in Syria (DOJ)

An Illinois woman on Thursday pleaded guilty to a federal charge of conspiracy to provide material support to terrorists for her role in funding a St. Louis County man who fought and died in Syria.

Mediha Medy Salkicevic, 38, of Schiller Park, Illinois, agreed with prosecutors’ claims that she sent money via PayPal to co-defendant Ramiz Hodzic, who then used the money to buy supplies that he sent to Syria. Salkicevic could face up to 15 years in prison at her sentencing in June

Missouri: Muslim Refugee Pleads Guilty to Providing Material Support to Terrorists (DOJ)

Armin Harcevic, 41, pled guilty today to an indictment in this case that charged him with one count of conspiring to provide material support to terrorists and one count of providing material support to terrorists.

Missouri: (Another) Muslim Refugee Pleads Guilty to Providing Material Support to Terrorists (DOJ)

Ramiz Zijad (aka Jihad) Hodzic, 44, of St. Louis County, Missouri, pleaded guilty today to one count of conspiring to provide material support to terrorists and one count of providing material support to terrorists.

Wisconsin: Muslim woman pleads guilty to providing support to ISIS (DOJ)

Waheba Dais posted videos with instructions for making explosive vests and bombs — and exchanged information with other suspected ISIS sympathizers on how to make poison.

More Jihad in April

California man threatens to kill First Baptist Dallas pastor ‘in the name of Allah’ (Dallas News)

South Carolina: “Submit to God thru Islam” and “Muhammed is his prophet” spray painted on church on Palm Sunday (Charlotte Observer)

Last Two Muslim Terrorists Involved in Kidnapping and Beheading American Journalist Daniel Pearl Arrested in Pakistan (NY Times)

New York: Muslim Limo Company Operator Indicted in Crash That Killed 20 (NBC)

Minnesota: Somali used machete in string of Target store robberies in St. Paul (CBS)

Judicial Jihad and Dhimmitude in America

Feds Give Up – Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) is Not A Federal Crime

Texas: DOJ Forces Islamic Cemetery on Farmersville, Against Citizens Wishes

San Francisco: Judge frees Muslim terror suspect who had one-way ticket, talked of killing U.S. soldiers

Michigan: Court affirms sharia, orders $50k payment in Islamic marriage agreement

Utah: Teen who left homemade bomb in high school, swapped school flag with ISIS flag, gets probation

Minneapolis: Judge sharply restricts media, public access to trial of Muslim cop who killed unarmed woman

Islamic Rape & Violence Against Americans

Texas: Muslim Couple Who Enslaved African Girl for 16 Years Get Just 7 Seven Years in Prison

Immigration Jihad in America

ICE: More Than 10,000 Illegals From Terror States Still in U.S. After Ordered Removed

California: How did a Muslim refugee – arrested for ISIS cop killing – get into the U.S.? (VIDEO)

Texas: Jordanian (Muslim) pleads guilty to smuggling Yemeni (Muslims) into the U.S.

California: Convicted Muslim terrorist-turned-US citizen to be deported following 9-month prison sentence

California: Muslim refugee researched deadly Islamic terrorist attack in N.Y. before running down Jews at L.A. synagogue

Sharia in Your Community

Philadelphia Int’l Airport submits, allows Muslim cabbies to keep makeshift (illegal?) mosque on property

New York: More on the NYPD-looking Islamic Patrols in Brooklyn

Illinois: Muslims unveil plans for new multi-million dollar mosque near golf club

Sharia in American Education

Detroit: Another school district will close for Muslim holiday, as Islamization continues

Utah: 50 Salt Lake City teachers to be “trained” by Islamic groups on ‘how to grasp the needs of Muslim students’

Minneapolis: Public elementary school kids get coloring project on anti-American Muslim Ilhan Omar

Kansas State University Muslim Group Hijacks Holy (Maundy) Thursday for “Hijab Day”

Islamic Jew Hatred in America

California: Muslim doctor who tweeted she’d purposely give all Jews wrong meds is fired by second hospital

CAIR Official: “i wish hitler was alive to f*** up the jewish ppl”

California: Muslim refugee researched deadly Islamic terrorist attack in N.Y. before running down Jews at L.A. synagogue

Sharia Adherents in Elected Office

Democrats Bernie Sanders, Kamala Harris Want to Allow Islamic Terrorists Like Boston Bomber to Vote

More Terror-linked Muslim Groups on Capitol Hill as Rashida Tlaib and AOC Host AMP

Minnesota: Rep. Ilhan Omar pushes for release of jailed Muslim Brotherhood leader

Fraud for Jihad in America

Michigan: 4 Muslims charged in $70M health care fraud scheme

New Jersey: Muslim Couple Plead Guilty in Illegal $4M Food Stamp Fraud Scheme

Louisiana: Muslim husband and wife – who had multi-million dollar business – busted receiving Medicaid

Ohio: Muslim charged in illegal halal slaughterhouse, dumping animal blood in waterways

Video: New book exposes Qatar and the Muslim Brotherhood’s financing and Islamization network

Victories Against Sharia in America

Oklahoma: CAIR dismisses lawsuit against “Muslim-Free” gun range

Minnesota: City of St. Cloud Orders Cease-and-Desist on Mosque’s Look-alike Police Car

And if that weren't enough - the Islamic invasion and the sharia supremacists leading it are targeting Utah this year:

Utah: Newly Formed Muslim Group Working to Elect…Muslims

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As we have been warning for 11 years, if the threat of sharia is not stopped in its tracks, you will lose your right to speak freely, and even commenting or criticizing Islam and Muslims will become a crime.

This has become such a reality that Wordpress has implemented sharia law and will not allow any criticism of Islam or reporting on terrorism committed by Muslims. Despite the sources of the information being the DOJ, FBI, CNN and other large media outlets.

Sharia law is in effect in America.

[sakihime]

🌸 A B O U T

Name: Saki  咲 Alias: Samurai Jackie, FOOLISH SAMURAI. Species: Human Birthdate: Nov 22 Age: physically, she is twenty-five years old. But she is ageless due to Aku’s time-traveling spell.

About: Saki was born to the Emperor and Empress alongside her twin brother, Jack. Prior to Aku’s rebirth, the Emperor and Empress planned to have their children train under the greatest warriors of their time in order to prepare them both physically, mentally, and spiritually to defeat Aku and reclaim their homeland.

Years later, Saki returned to the temple after her training, only to discover that Jack had already left. She had no weapon to fight Aku with, as Jack had already taken the sacred blade to go vanquish him. Though hurt by his abandon, she decided to stay with her mother until her passing. Her mother had a sword crafted for her, though it was nowhere as special as the sacred blade, or so she thought. Little did she know that her mother’s kind spirit was forged into the blade as done by the gods ... She left the temple to go directly to Aku’s lair. She knew something was wrong when she entered ... Jack’s presence was nowhere to be felt. Fearing the worst, she went in for the final battle to avenge everything she and her brother lost.

But, as fate would have it, she was tricked by the demon and flung into the future where his

 e v i l                  i s                               l a w .

Personality: She is very humble, strong-willed and of noble spirit. She practices meditation on a daily basis in order to keep herself balanced and in harmony. A woman of few words, but she is mentally strong, disciplined and resilient. 

Abilities: A classic samurai with great skill, Her greatest skill lies within using her sacred sword. She relies on swiftness and precision in her strikes in a balance of both attack and defense.  She is also skilled in melee and many styles of martial arts. Her body is honed to the absolute limit of human potential which was gained from spending a majority of her life training to defeat Aku, and facing adversities on a daily basis. More abilities tba.

[lakecountylibrary]

Remembering the Great Hunger

March is Irish-American Heritage month. While we often celebrate our heritage with parades, the wearing o’the green, corned beef and “Slaintes,” we also remember the road to America taken by our ancestors. Many have been here for quite a long time but a huge number of emigrants from Ireland arrived during/immediately after The Great Hunger.

The Great Hunger/Irish Famine/Potato Famine was the reason behind the Irish population, in Ireland, being cut by approximately 20-25%. About one million people died from starvation or disease stemming from starvation during these years.* 

I once had someone tell me that an Irish music selection was so depressing but that the next one I played was so fun--that is the complexity of the Irish. The rich history of Ireland’s people is both despondence and despair mixed with joy and cheer. You cannot enjoy a great Irish pub song without also understanding the morose ballads.

This past week I watched the IFC film Black ‘47. It is a historical fiction film set during the times of the famine. Feeney returns to his Irish homeland after serving the English army in foreign wars only to find he now has a personal obligation to avenge his family.

It’s not an easy watch but the actors do a wonderful job of setting the grim scene. You can see the development of tragedies and also the questioning of stances by some characters. This film is not a documentary, so here are some read-alikes if you’d like to learn more about Irish history:

Adult Nonfiction:

Atlas of the Great Irish Famine --This large volume is as beautiful as it is tragic. The information included inside will give a depth of understanding to the history.

The Killing of Major Denis Mahon by Peter Duffy

Famine Diary by Brendan O Cathaoir -- Includes excerpts from The Irish Times and primary resources

The Famine Ships: The Irish Exodus to America by Edward Laxton -- includes words taken directly from passengers and those living through these experiences

DVD Documentary: The Story of Ireland -- an informative overview of the history of Ireland (BBC Video, 2012)

Youth Nonfiction: Feed the Children First by Mary E Lyons -- This provides a brief overview of the famine suitable for older adolescents.

Fiction: Galway Bay by Mary Pat Kelly The Irishman’s Daughter by V.S. Alexander Only the River Runs Free by Bodie Thoene

See more of Beth’s recs

* Gray, Peter. "Great Famine." Encyclopedia of Irish History and Culture, edited by James S. Donnelly, Jr., vol. 1, Macmillan Reference USA, 2004, pp. 281-284. World History in Context, http://link.galegroup.com/apps/doc/CX3434700178/WHIC?u=merr17317&sid=WHIC&xid=191d3563. Accessed 12 Mar. 2019.

(You will need an LCPL card or your participating institution’s credentials to access this resource)

[hmrtia]

THE DC AU THAT I SAID I’D MAKE A DETAILED POST ON 

i should probably note that the majority of my limited knowledge of DC in general is on the lanterns i’m in luck , but i’m still u kno not the know it all of that so yeah

the whole main point of this tho is RED LANTERN ATLAS . for anyone who doesn’t know that end of DC , on the emotional color spectrum , red represents rage . 

a well loved hero , atlas hawthorne is more of a weapon than a person . a storm in a mortal body , one who wished to carry the heavens — rather , he believed it was what he was meant to do . a kind heart , atlas was prone to putting himself in harms way in order to defend others . he continued this pattern for years , agreed to many experiments that led to making him the human weapon . for twenty years , he has been twenty six , the prized possession of the military . surrounded by hero worship , a superficial love , atlas began to realize that something was wrong . 

initially , he believed his rage was toward the country that had stolen the holy land of his mother’s people . the country that killed the people of his father’s homeland — & a part of it was . but , the other part was the realization of the pain he had suffered . how many times had he bled for others , simply expected to pick himself up again ? atlas , the hero who felt no pain , the human storm — became a storm . 

it was , perhaps , the ring that saved him after a gruesome battle — covered in blood & hating the country that had hurt those he cared for & the people who valued him only for his strength , he becomes a monster of rage . a danger to those around him & to himself . for a time , he was simply a mindless thing , the weapon that the military had wished for him to be , but not for them . before feeling a strange pull to a place far beyond his imagination , ‘ hurricane atlas ’ brutally murdered the higher ups of the military who had dared to hurt those he held dear , & those who had broken his body to make him their weapon . thankfully , rankorr ( @ragetamed ) shows up & puts a stop to atlas’ rampage — but the damage is still done & with the circumstances , may never be undone . 

in time , perhaps , atlas will find that this change gives him the acceptance & understanding that he lacked before . he can’t be someone’s hero , but he can be their avenger .  

[ageofgeek]

guys

guys, l i sten

captain marvel was so good

i’m screaming internally

w a hT a G od OD FUCKING GMOVIE

i cried so much f UCk me

(spoilers under the cut)

brie larson as carol is the goddamn love of my life, i fucking love her, i would fucking die for her, but more than that, i would live for her

and nIChoLAS JOSEPH f URy!!! my boY!!! i love him so much!!! he’s so young and he loves carol so much and i can’t even blame him for being ~salty~ at the Avengers because look, I wouldn’t be impressed either if I had an adventure with a LITERAL GODDESS 15 years before

also, holy shit, lashana lynch was amazing, she was such a good and strong character, and lil monica!!! so cute and also so supportive of her mom! like, shit, this movie passed the bechdel test and then some with flying colors, monica rambeau basically having two moms who are air force pilots is just the SHIT and i needed it

no mention of monica’s father, no romantic interest for either maria or carol. just maria and carol being bffs and raising a strong little girl together, and i just??? it’s so good??? like, i totally 100% support everybody who ships maria/carol after this movie (i kind of do, but my overwhelming love for carol/rhodey is standing in the way), but even if you view their relationship as platonic, their sisterhood is just so strong and i’m so happy that they depicted such a strong female relationship. it’s just, F U C K, so empowering, and also, how real women live

all of the characters were so well-written - the only really “weak” aspect that I was kinda disappointed in was Jude Law’s character (Yon-Rogg). I really loved the twist that annette benning was the original mar-vell, and jude law turned out to be just another imperialist soldier of the kree empire. it was such a great change - having carol get her inspiration and her name from another woman, not the original 616 male superhero.

also, the fact that this movie explicitly acknowledged that the kree are imperialist and genocidal - and the skrulls largely misunderstood refugees who are seeking a homeland? such good political commentary. like, hmm, an imperial power seeks to conquer the world through military invasions and overthrowing regional rulers, only to create refugee crises, insist on patriotism, create needless fear about “the enemy,” and crack down on dissent within their own society. Hmm. I WONDER WHAT SOCIETY THAT COULD BE AN ALLEGORY FOR ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º) 

this also makes sense re: why carol was across the universe when thanos began looking for the infinity stones - she was helping the skrulls resettle, and also (presumably) helping to weaken the kree empire.

speaking of which - that after-credits scene though. THAT AFTER-CREDITS SCENE. I was really not expecting them to have Steve, Natasha, Bruce, AND Rhodey! Like, I’m so glad that they found the pager and continued activating it, trusting Fury to know if something was important enough. And then Carol appeared, and GUYS, they weren’t in the same shot, but RHODEY AND CAROL WERE IN THE SAME ROOM!!! listen, okay, i ne ED this romance ok they’re so cute and rhodey deserves to be happy, don’t do this to me, marvel.

that being said, i am not fucking ready for endgame, shit, it’s only like 2 months away, i am NOT PREPARED for this bullshit

anyway. in conclusion, i love captain marvel. also, goose was adorable and i want to cuddle him desperately.

[pokemonruby]

i cant find the og ask meme post but can u do some for wren my boy 🥺💖

of course!! i'll pick some questions that i could align with him ^_^

11. What is your favorite type of media (TV, movie, books, etc)?  Name some specific favorites (which shows, movies, books, etc do you like)!

"H-huh? Oh, erm... w-well... i-if I'm allowed to... to talk about it... um... there's this one book that... that I've been re... reading lately... It's... it's a story about a prince known as Sigurd... who... er... who embarked on a quest to avenge his fallen homeland... You see, he hailed from a lineage of fearsome warriors whose rite of passage included slaughtering a dragon or some other dreaded beast and thereafter using its flesh to carve exquisite armor -- and donning said armor was equivalent to accepting the crown, so to speak... Sigurd was young, but he swiftly overcame each and every trial -- even slaying a great dragon known as Fafnir who has been terroizing the land for centuries now, transforming its deep black scales into an elegant set of chain mail! However, just days before his coronation, an enemy nation invaded, mercilessly butchering anyone who dared to oppose htem, setting fire to the royal city... The entire royal family, including the erstwhile king, perished amid the struggle. Due to the valiant sacrifice of his most trusted retainer, Prince Sigurd managed to survive... However, his once, noble heart became engulfed by rage... Hardening into a ruthless killer who unapologetically killed and massacred for the sake of his revenge! It's a rather dark story, but an incredible one nonetheless... and Prince Sigurd is just... Ah, he's everything I could envision in a man... Strong, unflinching, indisputably handso... Oh... Oh gods, I didn't -- er, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to rattle for this long, I... uhm... eek!" (Wren proceeds to flee the scene, face red.)

12. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (on vacation or permanently!)

"In... In a book I once read, it... it talked about a myth... mythical garden in the north... Despite the colder temperatures, the flowers... they apparently never wilted, never eroded... Their beauty... eternal... otherworldly... The book said that... that it was within this garden that the world we live in came to be... W-well... it's just a legend, of course... but if such a place really did exist, I... I'd love to visit it for myself... if only to see the flowers, I mean."

22. What’s the easiest way to flirt with you?

"Fl... flirt? I... I... I would p-prefer if you didn't...! I... I'm not that... I mean... you wouldn't have any reason to pursue someone... someone like... m... me any... anyways... I'm... I'm horribly clumsy, you... you know? And... absentminded... and... I can't do a single thing right, I... I'm a complete and utter disaster...

... and yet, Lysander... I wonder... I wonder why he seeks to make me smile nonetheless? Always showering me with... eloquent words and... always heeding my meaningless rambles... And then, the other day, he... he gave me a bouquet of wildflowers... Their meaning... yes, it was something along the lines of... "I hope to get your attention... I want to be noticed by you..." ... Wait, wait... is he... has he been... flirt... flirting... with... with me... aaaaaaahhhh!!"