#i would commit crimes for this site

[i-give-you-a-fish]

iNaturalist my beloved

"I hate when I try to identify a cool bug I found and all I see are pest control sites :("

"I saw this cool bug/bird/whatever but Idk what it is"

"I want to learn more about the animals/plants around me but Idk where to start"

"I wish I could do something to help scientists/biologists with research and conservation but Idk how"

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Outdrawn

f/f contemporary romance

two cartoonist who’ve been rivals since uni, and now have competing webcomics online, have to work together on the relaunch of a cult classic at the comic press they both work at

they both struggle with art-related physical and mental health issues, and complicated families

[boneless-mika]

Me: *searches relatively common phrase in porn*

Pornhub (the worst porn site): oh so you're trying to commit a crime. You're a criminal who wants to see NCII on Pornhub

[afellowofinfinitejest]

Vegans do not eat honey for a variety of reasons, and there are absolutely ethical reasons for anyone to decide not to eat honey. Firstly, bees aren't ground up by beekeepers but they do often kill to requeen the hive and it's not unheard of for keepers to kill off the hives in Autumn if the cost of buying new bees in Spring is cheaper than that of keeping them over Winter. Obviously most people kill insects all the time but if a vegan is committed to reducing animal suffering as much as possible the logic absolutely follows to avoid honey.

More seriously, here's a good literature review about the various issues with keeping honey bees. Honey bees compete with local pollinators and when they aren't present the population of wild pollinators increases. Additionally, like all animals transported as goods, they catch and spread disease: "Managed honey bees and bumble bees are likely to be linked to the dispersal of many diseases observed in wild bees, therefore it is reasonable to assume that the proximity of managed bees of any species may be detrimental to vulnerable or declining native bees." Commercially produced honey is part of the problems we have with declining populations of wild pollinators.

I eat honey. I try to eat local honey. But I do not wax lyrical about how me liking my porridge sweet is a deeply ethical choice.

vegans make peace with honey

no shut up do it

[artfulstar]

Woah woah woah. Twitter is shutting down in Brasil? I'm thankful for your mental health but what?

Yep.

TLDR: Elon fired everyone in the Brazilian offices of twitter but legally Twitter can't continue existing in Brazil WITHOUT a legal representative. So now our Federal Supreme Court subpoened him to apoint a new representative or the website is getting shut down in the country

The long version with the context about the fight:

It all started when the supreme court started to shut down in the country profiles of brazilian people who had commited crimes using the website (an example is Monark, a dude who literally used his profile to say we should give n*zis and racists unlimited freedom of speech [he fled to the US to escape prison btw]).

Elon caught wind of this and decided to threaten our constitution and said that he would get the profiles back on because he wouldn't accept a government restricting "freedom of speech" on his platform. The supreme court issued a statement that if he did that, he would face a fee everyday for every account reactivated. It was money so he didn't do that (or maybe turns out he couldn't do it anyway and he was just lying for his lil fanboys).

This was all back at the start of the year but suddenly almost two weeks ago it was reported he fired every single employee in the offices of brazil, including the legal representative.

Then tonight, around two hours ago the official profile of STF replied and tagged elon with the doc of the subpoena because since they didn't have a legal representative, they couldn't do it in the proper way. The subpoena says that Elon has 24 hours to appoint a new guy for the job or the social is getting shut down in brazilian territory.

So we have 3 options for whats gonna happen in the next 24 hours:

Alexandre de Moraes (The guy who Elon started a one-sided beef with) backs down and doesnt shut down the website (highly unlikely)

Elon backs down and appoints a new guy so he doesnt lose the 4th biggest public of his site

Twitter gets shut down until Elon's manchild's ego gives in

thats all <3

Edit:

This was Elon's reply to the tweet. YES he is pathetic like that

Edit 2: it's currently 17:38 brasilia time of 30/08 and Twitter is bound to get disconnected soon, the order has been given by Moraes. People who use a VPN to access Twitter will get fined 50k reais (almost 9k dollars).

Yesterday a note was posted lying about Brazil being a dictatorship and saying that one of the people being censored is a 16yr old girl. The truth is that it's a grown ass man that use his daughters account to promote attacks on delegates, ministers, judges and other politicians. They also call orders to ban n*zi accounts "illegal orders" (WHICH ARE VERY LEGAL UNDER THE CONSTITUTION OF BRAZIL). They also say "we don't want every other country to have the freedom of speech laws the US has" meanwhile they've been trying to impose them in a sovereign state.

I would say what I want to say to Elon but unfortunately my mother taught me to keep those kinds of thoughts inside. Just know they're three letters <3

edit 3: twitter was officially unavailable on brazilian territory by the time it struck midnight of the 31st

Edit 4:

Translation: 🚨 NOW: Elon Musk is looking for executives to represent Twitter/X in Brazil, to negotiate the platform's RETURN in the country, reports Correio Braziliense.

he's going to do what cellbit said kkkmk he purposely let them suspend it, then after a few days he'll come out and be the savior of the brazilian people and say he only did it for us

Don't let elon fool you. He doesn't care and is probably only doing it because his investors are threatening him with money

[trollprincess]

So I have a friend from high school who is a cop. (Yes, I KNOW.) I shared a photo on Facebook of a packed highway of people attempting to evacuate from Hurricane Milton, all while the lanes going in the opposite direction were open and empty. And my Facebook post was basically me screaming, “Open the other side of the highway and reverse it so that people can GET OUT.”

His response was essentially, “Yeah, that is *really* difficult for us to do.” Not in a condescending way, because he genuinely isn’t a huge asshole. (Yes, I KNOW.)

And then I may have vented in my response, in which I tried not to imply that the police were a problem. Because to be honest, I don’t see this as a police problem. I see this as how we have fucked ourselves as a nation by making ourselves so dependent on cars.

There is that poll on this site – or multiple polls, at this point – asking how long people can tolerate being in their cars. And the thing is, Americans (and Canadians as well, I am imagining) have almost no other options. We have to be used to spending a good 12 hours in a car without breaking a sweat. Everything in this country is built around being in a car. There’s a reason when you ask us how far away a place is from somewhere else, we normally give that distance in hours and not miles.

Air travel sucks. It sucks for a multitude of reasons – cost, the hassle of dealing with security, the time suck, etc. – and in an emergency, only a select few are going to be able to use it to get away from a hurricane. And that’s one of the few disasters where air travel is an optional escape.

Train travel sucks. Amtrak is not something you’re gonna be complaining about if you’re trying to get away from whatever disaster you need to evacuate from. But next to so many other countries, Amtrak looks like we’ve been receiving other countries’s leftover railway systems from the 70s. It also doesn’t go everywhere. I live in northeastern Pennsylvania near Scranton, which prides itself on its history in the train industry. We have a museum and everything. We have multiple things named after that museum, including the Steamtown marathon which is happening tomorrow.

Can you get on a passenger train in Scranton? Nope.

(The main argument against this always seems to be that people will come here from New York City and commit crimes, which is hilarious considering if somebody wanted to come here from New York City and commit crimes it’s only a 2.5-hour drive.)

Anyway, disasters.

If the only option you’re gonna give most people to get out of areas of Florida that are being targeted by hurricanes or areas of California that suffer from wildfires or places in the Midwest that face flooding are cars, then we need a better fucking emergency management system regarding transportation in this country. You can’t just sit there and mock people for not evacuating because they can’t or won’t when getting away from Milton meant sitting on highway for hours with absolutely no gas stations whatsoever nearby having any gas at all. (It just makes me think of those photos of people stranded on the highway in their cars in blizzards where people are like, “Now imagine imagine how bad it would be if all of those cars were electric!“ Well, all of those cars in that photo in that blizzard run on gas and they’re fucking stranded, sooooooo.)

Look, we can change the transportation system in this country. we did it before and we can do it again. We used to have more train options, fewer highways. My small hometown had a fucking trolley in the 40s. Now, if you don’t have a car here, you’re stuck. You can’t even get Uber here. if a wildfire started here and surrounded the town, it would be a clusterfuck.

Regardless of how you feel about the police, if police and fire departments in this country cannot organize an evacuation on a highway in a way that will reduce the backup so that tens of thousands of people aren’t sitting in their cars when a hurricane hits, that’s a problem – not just for those people, but for the police, and the fire department, and emergency management in general.

The people in charge of emergency management are just people, just human. I’m researching the Camp Fire in 2018 right now, and you had a bunch of people calling 911 saying, “I can see a huge fire off to the east. Are we safe? Should we evacuate?” The 911 operators could only work off the information they had. They could have told people to evacuate earlier, but Cal Fire didn’t anticipate the strength of the fire. Which is understandable. Nobody could anticipate the strength of that fire. But the 911 operators were sitting in an office with no windows, and they had no idea what was going on the east. They couldn’t look out and see exactly what was happening. If they could have, they probably would have told people to leave as soon as possible much sooner than they were told to. Instead, they waited for official confirmation, and when they did start telling people to evacuate, traffic managed to back up in a small town of 25,000 people until many of them were trapped in an unimaginable hellscape.

When people need to evacuate from a disaster, and they stay instead, far too many people - including those in positions of power – just kind of wave their hands and say, “Well, we tried.” No, we didn’t. This country made not trying its watchword, and now we’re at a point where unless you own a car, which is a luxury a lot of people cannot afford in this economy, escaping from disaster is impossible. So you can get in your car or somebody else’s car and go sit on a highway and hope your gas doesn’t run out, since none of the gas stations for 100 miles have any gas to give you, or you can stay in your house and hope you don’t die.

Sometimes, I really wish somebody would make me the head of the department of transportation. I would demand an absurd amount of money to build a better train system, to provide better transportation options for smaller towns, to provide extensive training for rescue personnel in managing evacuations like the clusterfuck in Florida this week. I would become an absolute fucking nuisance to Congress. I would be asking for money left and right to make it so that our only options as Americans weren’t to get into cars we can barely afford these days and attempt to organize our own evacuations from the growing number of natural disasters in this country.

Y’all keep posting these polls about how long you can tolerate being in a car at the same time that tens of thousands of Floridians were sitting on highways trying to get away from Tampa so they wouldn’t die in a hurricane.

We can tolerate being in a car all goddamn day. It’s because we don’t have a fucking choice, even when it’s life or death.

[avatarofthetired]

Since listing these brings joy to me

I bring to you

An ever growing masterpost of random absurd tma shit that just can’t be real /pos

- Martin actually has no middle name and added the K because he wanted to

- Jon spelling out LOL in his professional voice

- Jon singing. Brief singing

- “baaaaa” -Jonathan Sims

- Bug sex statement

- Bug sex two electric boogaloo

- Jon and Martin BOTH lied about their ages in order to seem more credible and professional

- Martin lied his way into the most dangerous job

- Jonas master plan relied on Jon being Gay As Fuck

- Being Compeled makes Elias aroused???

- that one plumber who walked into a Stranger site and was just so oblivious that Nikola called in Jude Perry so they could make fun of him and called him to come BACK

- Tim was sleeping with both a man and woman at the police station for information and records

- Tim thought Jon and Basira were sleeping together at first

- There was a guy who used a haunted coffin as his coffee table without realizing

- Bone Apple Teeth

- the existence of monster pig

- salesa was just living unbothered in the apocalypse with a woman he knew was going to kill him at some point

- the entirety of skeptic Jon (oh it’s normal that his body was fully encased in web, oh it’s normal that Sasha’s off to a wax museum every day with her boyfriend that looks like a stock photo)

- Jon asking Why Do You Sound Like That before asking if someone is going to kill him

- there was a guy who got trapped in a spiral maze and just left because he had dinner plans with his mom

- there was a girl who had a ghost in her house burning and she just went back to sleep

- homophobic vase

- real elias the nepo baby pothead who’s worst fear was being caught high

- Elías does his scheduling on Wednesday, he may be a monster but this is where he draws the line

- the s1 archive crew literally just commits crimes for Jon’s follow ups

- Sasha has hacked all of the s1 crews computers because she can

- Jon has never been on drugs but gets offended if you say he would never and also blames everything on drugs

- door man with knife hands

- there’s a guy who sells fucky items that screw people over and everybody still gets shit from him

- Jon was kidnapped three times like a little princess peach

- Gerry and his colorful shirt and shitty dyed hair and eye tattoos on vacation

- Jon keeps the rib that he got extracted by the guy who does fucky shit with your bones in his desk

- Peter Lukas got cancelled

- Peter Lukas only gave his ritual a name because he thought they were supposed to and everyone else was doing it

- Tim Stoker and his audible bisexual finger guns

[nanamisbbygirl]

thinking about prof gojo again, thanks to my muse @yunamoona

original post

all you can think about when sitting in the front row is what happened between you and your professor last night. he found you at the bar, and offered to buy him a drink. you were blabbering on and on about how much you were enjoying his course, but in all honesty you only took it because of the reviews about gojo. girls gushed over his charms and good looks. there were event rumours that he went out with students, and the more you sat in his class the more your crush on him began to form.

so when he had you on your knees, sucking his cock like a good student, you were over the moon. your pussy still clenched thinking about it-- how his big arms wrapped around your neck, how his cologne lingered on your cloths, how his blue eyes pierce into your soul.

but there was one think about professor gojo that wasn't on the review sites; he was mean. mean in the way he would cold call you knowing full well he made you loose your voice. his eyes would glitter with amusement, seeing the way your rough, raspy responses barely had enough strength to leave your mouth.

he loved it even more that you had that cute little pout on your face, it was so cute how easily you became flustered. he wondered how you'd melt all over him after class, all he had to do was to tell you to stay afterwards.

"do you know what the textbook was referring to, miss l/n?" that was the fourth time that lecture that he had called on you. the other girls stared at you with jealousy. it was clear you had become the favorite student.

you shook your head, holding your head low, missing the way his lips stretched into a smile. "stay after lecture, it seems as though i have to remind some of you the importance of keeping up with the readings."

this made you heat up even more, and even though there were twenty minutes left of allowed class time, he dismissed everyone-- everyone except for you that is.

gojo sat at the desk chair that was positioned at the front of the lecture hall. he motioned for you to come closer to him. you felt so guilty, as though you'd committed the worst crime.

"i'm sorry" you tried say, but it hurt to talk, and you gently rubbed your throat. but you still felt as though you owed him an explanation, "after i went home i was just so tired, i didn't get a chance to do the readings." it was a deserpate attempt for him to empathize with your case, after all, he was the reason you were up so late.

"if you can't handle it, maybe i should find another student to give the attention to." he said, twirling a pencil around his in between his slender fingers.

you eyes widened, shaking your head feverishly.

"no-" your voice cracked, "i can handle it 'm sorry." you paused again before continuing: "it won't happen again, sir."

"good" he mused, "now come closer."

who were you to not listen to him? as he looked up at you from his chair, his hands found their way to the back of your thighs, making sure you were as close as you be before bringing you into his lap.

"tell me, i know your sweet little voice is all rough and sore, but who did you wear this cute little outfit for?" in one hand he toyed with the hem of your mini skirt, and in the other he began to unbutton the your cardigan, revealing the low cut tank top underneath.

"for you, sir." you told him quiet. he seemed to like this because as you wiggled back into his body, you could feel the warm bulge that was down your throat the night before.

"that's what i thought..." he reached underneath the skirt, placing his thumb against your clothed clit, tracing small circles. "you're very naughty for that, how am i supposed to give my lectures when you let my imagination run wild. i'm dying to know what under this tiny little piece of fabric."

his voice is calm and collected. he knows he's in control of you, and if he wanted to he could have you unraveling on his fingers in minutes. but where's the fun in that?

"do my fingers feel good like this, baby girl?" you nod with excitement.

"will you please put them inside me?" it's so adorable how you think he'll do what you want just because you ask nicely.

"i would, if you hadn't been bad recently. you neglected your readings for my class." he knows this will have you up in arms, protesting with soft bratty whines. and like clock work, you do what brats do best.

"fine." he agrees, "on one condition." you look at him, nibbling your lower lip wondering what it is he wants you to do.

"if you make so much as a peep, i'll stop, and say goodbye me helping you cum, okay pretty? that means no moans or groans, do you think you can manage?"

you nod.

"good, you don't want me getting in any trouble do you?"

you shake your head.

professor gojo pressed your back against his chest, opening your legs and letting them fall over the chair arms. he feels up the damp spot on your pantings, his heart racing at how wet you got just over a little scolding. he can only image how you'd react if he pushed your ass in the air and gave you a good spanking.

it was easy to tell that you were so close to letting out small whimpers, but you still tried collecting yourself, espeically when he reached into your panties to feel your warm, plush gummy walls.

his fingers were so long and big, he was smiling from ear to ear with the way you were throwing your head back, eyes clamped shut. he hits the spots that no one else could possibly reach, curling up his fingers while his palm applied pressure to your needy clit.

"remember what i told you, don't make any noise, your pussy is loud enough." you were flushed with embarrassment as he mentioned the sloppy noises that came from your cunt.

you tried placing your hand over your mouth, but the professor forbid it. you were pressing down your lips as to avoid making a sound. you couldn't risk not getting to finish, espeically with how skillfully gojo was working away at your pussy.

you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to that long overdue final release, but you couldn't tell him that-- still somehow he seemed to know. he began kissing your neck, nibbiling a little bit at your flesh, hoping to get a reaction out of you.

gojo really was mean, you let out a soft mewl as he bite down on your neck, gasping when you realized what that meant. orgasm ruined. his fingers slipped out of you just as quickly as they slipped in.

"i'm sorry, baby, maybe next time. now we better get going, another class will be using the hall soon." you tried collecting yourself, trying to beg for a second chance, but gojo was adament. he wasn't going to let you just break his one rule.

"don't cry, sweet thing, you'll get another chance. now remember to do your readings." he gave you a little kiss on the forehead, as if that would ease the ache within your core, "i'll see you at next week's lecture, yeah?"

[prettysatomii]

Angel

FOR A MOMENT I WAS HEAVENSTRUCK...

Synopsis: You caught a certain white haired boys attention! This takes place during the Hunter exam arc. Inspo from Kokomi Teruhashi :) Its hard being so perfect. The blossoming of something new. Meeting killua in the hunter exam.

Ridiculously pretty. That's what Killua thought when he saw you. His eyes widened so much you thought that you had accidentally committed a crime.

It wasn't unusual for eyes to linger on you. In fact, if someone didn’t look you would assume something was wrong. But this gaze was different. The bluest eyes you’ve ever seen stared right back at you when you looked across the room.

You were picture perfect. An angel on earth could be debated to be an understatement. You were the kind of girl others tried to replicate. There were girls with some of your features, sure. But on you? They just made sense.

Of course, you always defended them whenever you heard these comparisons! Kindess to everyone was one of your priorities.

Your eyes reflected the sunlight and shined despite the lack of sun. Your hair, face, energy, it was unbelievably perfect. You had a strong aura surrounding you before you even knew what nen was. His eyes lingered on your face before slowly scanning you as a whole. The tunnel was long, and you kept a soft, practiced smile, looking straight ahead. The typical stare never bothered you, but his was... different.

‘Geez..even her bodys nice.’

Killua shook his head, looking down suddenly finding his skateboard way more interesting. He was embarrassed at how obvious he was being.

‘So many poor people are struggling to keep up..maybe I can help motivate them! They’ll be so appreciative.’

You thought to yourself glancing around the exam. The smile-and-wave combo was a classic of yours. It always seemed to brighten the mood.

‘They look so happy! Honestly, I should be thanked by the hunter corporation..’

Despite the interesting crowd, boys would always act like boys. You heard the soft whir of skateboard wheels before spotting him again.

When you'd first entered the exam site, you saw him drinking a soda. Tonpa had offered you one too. You took it politely, saying you’d drink it later. Lucky for you, someone warned you not to, said it was dangerous for a girl like you.

You heard Tonpa ask for his name to cheer to a new friendship.

Killua? If you remembered correctly… he’d drunk two.

Unlucky for you, you zoned out looking at him. He definitely noticed. You tried to recover by waving at him.

‘Oh shit, Me?’

He blinked rapidly, cheeks tinting pink. Killua had stares you down for a moment before trying to save himself and gave a halfhearted wave back.

Was this is his way of trying to act uninterested? That irritated you… not that you’d admit that out loud.

‘How dare you take for granted something other people would die for—‘

Your inner rant was cut off by a boy suddenly next to you.

“Hey, what’s—how—uh…”

Damn, The poor boy regretted even approaching you. He cursed at himself for thinking he could be normal around you when he never talked to anyone. Let alone a girl he found attractive. He fell silent so you decided to step in.

“Hi, my name is (y/n) , what's your name?”

(Y/n)…(y/n)…it suited you. He gulped, eyes darting away from you.

“Killua,”

it came out more passive aggressive than he wanted it to. He was nervous and the poor attempt at acting cool didn’t help. He didn’t want to look at you, but you caught him sneaking glances every few seconds.

“Nice to meet you, Killua. I’m glad you said hi to me.” You offered him a small smile.

He blinked, surprised by how easy you made it sound. No teasing, no pressure. Just genuine warmth.

A beat passed before he nodded, almost to himself. “Yeah. Me too.”

It was quiet for a second, not awkward, just enough to make the air between you feel different. You looked forward again, keeping pace with the crowd, and for the first time since the exam started. Killua found himself slowing down just a little - like he didn’t mind matching your pace.

“You have a nice name,” A second later you added, “I’ve never heard it before.”

The smile plastered on your face only grew. His face twitched as you spoke. It seemed like he didnt recieve much compliments… You almost felt sorry for talking so much.

Killua was cute. His nonchalant attitude intrigued you. But you weren’t here for that.

You were here to become a Hunter. To prove that you were more than perfect—you were one in eight billion. Not just a pretty, pampered girl. You could pass this exam. And you’d do it with ease.

He opened his mouth again, trying to find the words to thank you or say something. But before he could, he noticed… the intruder.

A girl had slowly drifted to your side.

Pon. Ponzi? No—Ponzu.

You’d approached her back when the first phase started, and now she was talking to you. You made easy small talk with her. She seemed comfortable, even a little nervous, avoiding eye contact with anyone else. Odd.

Killua, meanwhile, was practically shooting daggers at Ponzu.

He had clearly talked to you first. And she had the nerve to interrupt?

With a huff, he pushed off and skated to where he eventually stopped near a green-haired boy.

You noticed his absence. Eyes scanning the crowd until you spotted him again. He was beside the other kid, but his gaze flicked directly to you before looking away.

You smiled to yourself, this exam was going to be more entertaining than expected.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Could I request Aegon II x wife!reader, where after B&C but before Rook’s Rest, Aegon and wife!reader are stressed by the war and loss and blame each other, and end up sorta hate-fucking/make-up sex on the small council table. Knife kink would also be a plus.

Misery & Forgiveness.

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x Queen!Wife!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,351.

WARNINGS: references to grief/loss [of a child], mourning, mentions of death, p in v sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, degradation kink, swearing, knife kink, breeding kink, angst!!!!!!

A/N - in light of the official trailer and seeing my angsty anguished man, this request seems very fitting to write for. let me ease your mind baby 💖🙏🏻 also belated little birthday shout out to one of my dearest friends on this hell site @bucknastysbabe thank you for putting up with my shenanigans and changing my life, ily xoxo

Mayhaps if Aegon had been there, if he had only just stayed in the confines of the Keep, his presence, a formidable one, by your side and the accompanying guards at your ever close bay, mayhaps, your firstborn son would still be present... Breathing.

"It's your fault, Aegon... Your fucking fault."

The arctic tone in your broken voice was tangible enough to make Aegon tense. Lke venom to a wound, his body stiffened with each word you had uttered.

It felt as though time had ceased since the awful, bloodshed night: gradually losing any ounce of sense, struggling to recollect except for fragments of the tragedy itself. The torment deranging your mind, with the thickened concoction of grief, sadness and rage. Rage you inflicted towards no one other than Aegon, himself. The same Aegon, who had proclaimed his everlasting love and duty towards you, and the children you may bear in future. A man that took his place as King, and ultimately his royal vows before the omnipresence of the Gods and man, who promised to protect, preserve and honour your place as his wife.

There was once a time, you had undoubtedly believed this: clinging to his every word with such certainty. Only to be led astray with the brutality of reality.

"His blood, Aegon... His innocent blood is on your hands. Make no mistake, the guilt you bear will be a punishment the Gods see fit—"

Desolately, you sat slumped amongst the furnished, wooden seats of the once purposeful Council chambers, which now felt as though the vast hollow and emptiness of the room itself, was nothing beyond a swallowing void, with no other purpose than as proving to be an empty room amongst the many strewed along the endless, stony corridors. In your bare hands, the torn, lifeless fabric, the same cloth that your beloved eldest born had worn that same night, laid carefully sprawled against your lap. Remnants of maroon messily stained across the soft fabric: twisted as it was, the realisation that his scent still remained lively brought a wave of reassurance and calm over you. A warmth that you had once felt when you would, or could, hold him in your arms.

"My baby boy—"

"Ours... He was our son, Y/N. You do well not to forget that you are not the only one grieving."

The naked palms of your hands stung raw against the sturdy timbre of the table. Radiating what felt like the heat of the past year's summer, seeping with vexation. Standing your ground, as you steadily focused solely on your defeated husband sat upon the opposing end. Aegon had an odd way of displaying any emotion that was not remotely intertwined with lust or desire. He loved you, you could not deny this nor did he ever expel the love for his children, however when it came to the raw, harsh realities faced by the cruel hands of the Gods... Aegon was a different man.

"Fuck you! May the Gods sentence you to fucking Hell, Aegon. For the crimes you've committed to this family. For the torment you've elicit unto us. Failed not only as a King, though as a father..."

With a sudden snap of his neck, a rapid instinct to his movement, Aegon reciprocated his attention towards you. Glaring at you since you'd been summoned into the council chambers. Although his violet eyes seemed foreign, as though they belonged to a strange onlooker. For the manner in which he saw you now, was one he had never invoked before. Aegon often looked towards you with lust, love and affection. His gentle eyes seemed to exhibit a persistent warmth onto you, and yet now... His presence was ever so chilling.

"Is that so? Is that truly what you think of me?"

Despite the sincerity in your words, silence was all that you could muster. With now merely droplets of grief swelling in your eyes, as you weakly let them stream down... How the Gods could be so cruel, for how much of your son was mirrored in Aegon's face.

"Come here," the unwavering note in his husky voice was deceitful enough to compel you to do so, finding yourself standing before the man you embraced as husband.

As Aegon stood formidably, his hand slowly noticed towards his waist, before pulling out the dagger that had rested on his belt in its leather red sheath.

Trepidation had succumbed, taking a step back in reluctant defence, although Aegon's free hand had gripped your wrist instinctively, holding onto for dear life.

"Do not think that your words will go unpunished just because you are my wife... Need I remind you of the etiquette you are to show me. The respect I'll surely fuck out of you."

Your heated breath felt retched with each heave, feeling the very effort, the sheer contraction of your muscles enabling each breath. Aegon's lavender orbs paralleled mesmerising remnants of amethyst, and yet cut just as sharp: lingering over your meek body, with a certain morbid lust.

Lifting the blade to your exposed chest, where your gown was subtle enough to tease at your accentuated bosom, its chilling steel blade petrified you, as though a winter blizzard had vanquished you. Even the very act of thinking, you had thought, would unsettle Aegon. Without so much as a warning uttered, he seized your preserved state and carved open the dress and corset with it, with a precision that proved Aegon just as much as an efficient striker as his younger brother.

"Hmm, my wife... The whore with a sharp tongue and pretty face. And these tits—"

"A-Aegon, not now—" You shakily whimpered: the hand that remained firmly gripped on your wrist, had now snaked its way around your body: with the other still tied to the dagger, explored, tracing every fine curve and crevice of your exposed front.

"Now you wish not to argue, is it? What's changed? Too stupid to fuck and fight at the same time, my sweet thing? Is this how I get you to shut up, dearest? My fat cock in that tight cunt of yours is enchanting enough for you?"

"A-Aeg, o-our baby— I-I n-need you, more than ever—"

The flat surface of the Valyrian blade had now reached further below for your liking, yet ever so cautiously with his lightest touch, hovering the glacial, flat blade over your entrance.

"Ughmf— Making a mess on your Grace's heirloom, huh? The slut that you are for your King, yes? Oh, the things that I let you get away with Y/N... Now let your King fuck the misery out of you."

Disposing the blade with a haste and harsh throw across the table, the loud clatter of it hitting against the wooden surface: Aegon's free hands, with a ferocious and swift motion lifted you atop the edge, as he hastily undid his trousers. The hard bulge had been a distinguishable sensation throughout the discourse, intentionally pressing and grinding himself against your lower abdomen and hips, needily sapping for you to feel him in his vulnerable state.

"If the Gods see it fit and bless you with another babe, it would seem that the Gods have not yet rendered me a pitiful father... And I shall prove it to you."

Vigorous thrusts that rendered you feeble and shaky, succumbing to his every bit with each overpowering movement: craving for more as his fat, pulsating cock dug itself deeper inside of you, feeling it make its burrow deeper into your cunt, deep within the pit of your stomach almost.

"Fuck, Y/N! I-I failed you, f-failed this family... L-Let me make it up now... Good girl, good slut—"

The hot mess spoiled below, spewed across your meaty thighs and Aegon's, and yet as he spilled his seed deep inside of you, caving over you as his hulking weight dropped over you with a warmth and protection that you had been yearning for since your loss.

"I meant it, Y/N... Forgive me, do not think— That I wanted this for us... Take my word, or take my life."

general taglist [bold means I could NOT tag you] - @fan-goddess @malfoytargaryen @bibli0thecary @m1ndbrand @connorsui @elegantsplendour @sylasthegrim @arcielee @s-we-e-t-t-ea @sahvlren @watercolorskyy @hypnos-daughter-certified @urmomsgirlfriend1 @backyardfolklore @snowprincesa1 @darylandbethfanforever9

Aegon ii taglist - @who-told-you-this-was-butter @f4ll-for-you @jawline-of-steel @daughter-of-the-stars11

credit for the divider - @/benkeibear

[avaantares]

USAmericans: If you want to save your democracy, participate in it.

I've heard from people both IRL and online who feel helpless and overwhelmed in the face of SO MUCH awful news -- from the hostile fascist takeover of our government to the dissolution of our foreign aid agencies to the establishment of "detainment camps" (we all know what they really are) both inside and outside U.S. borders.

It's easy to feel hopeless and overwhelmed when there's so much to take in. In fact, that's exactly what the perpetrators of this crisis want you to feel. They want to flood the opposition to the point that we stop fighting back.

But here's the thing: We still have elected officials in Washington, and midterm elections loom on the horizon. Midterms can (and often do) switch which party holds the majority of seats in Congress. Even if your elected officials are Republicans, they can't alienate their entire constituency if they want to keep their jobs. The more dissenting voices they hear from their home districts, the more motivated they will be to listen.

If you want Elon Musk to keep his paws off your Social Security number, or if you want the USAID office reinstated, or if you oppose racist policies being enacted or prison camps being built or literal war crimes being committed (as Trump has proposed), contact your representatives now. Don't put it off, don't feel intimidated. Add one more tally mark to the "opposed" column in their offices.

How to make your voice heard in four easy steps:

Go to this site: https://www.usa.gov/elected-officials/

Put in your home address (or an address near where you stay, if you do not have a home address) to access a list of your elected officials ranging from the President all the way down to city offices.

Expand the "Federal" tab. Find your U.S. Senators and U.S. Representative. Their phone numbers should be listed under their names. (If it is not listed, you can Google their name and "office phone number" and it should turn up. It will have a 202 area code.)

Call each of their offices. Calling is more effective than emailing. If you are unable to call, you can email, or you can call and email, but if you're going to pick just one, calling has MUCH more impact.

Note: If you call during office hours, you will likely speak to a staff member who will take your name and address or email and ask what issue you would like to comment on. If you call after hours, you can just leave a voicemail. If you hate speaking to strangers on the phone, write down a couple of sentences about your chosen issue in advance, call after hours, and read your statement to the voicemail. It takes less than a minute.

Sample Scripts:

It doesn't have to be complicated! You can just say something simple like this:

Hi, my name is [name] and I live in [city/state]. I am calling to state my opposition to [whatever outlandish thing Trump just proposed]. I would like [elected official] to take steps to oppose this in Congress. Thank you.

Or you can go into more detail about a specific issue:

Hello, my name is [name] and I live in [city/state]. I am calling to express my concern about the unlawful seizure of personal taxpayer information by the DOGE. Elon Musk has no legal right to access the sensitive personal and financial data of millions of Americans, and I am very concerned that my Social Security and bank account numbers are now in the hands of a group with no government oversight. This is a clear violation of our privacy, and the potential for abuse of this information is high. I am asking [elected official] to protect [his/her] constituents by enacting legislation to restrict the DOGE, and working to restore the authorized, Congressionally-funded departments that Elon Musk has taken over or shut down. Thank you.

Additional tips:

Be polite. Yes, everything the Trump administration does makes us want to swear a blue streak, but the person taking your call or listening to your message is a low-level staffer or intern, and they didn't make the policies you hate. They are responsible for recording and collating the data about calls received, however, so don't give them any reason to omit yours.

Be brief. Your goal is to add one more tally mark to the list of "constituents who oppose Elon Musk having their personal bank account numbers," not to write a persuasive essay explaining what identity theft is and why this is a problem.

You can call more than once. Don't spam a bunch of calls about the same issue, but just because you called this week about the DOGE doesn't mean you can't call next week about illegal ICE raids, or the week after that about the Department of Education being dissolved, or the week after that about the detainment camps. If another issue comes up that concerns you (and let's face it -- it will), call and leave another message! Keep their phones ringing.

[rotzaprachim]

as a you know Filipino Ashkenazi Jew with a lot of problems with German and Japanese historical revisionism.:: all these posts comparing the request to not be violently antisemitic to all Jews due to the crimes or the state of Israel to being like “it’s 1939 why won’t you think of the GERMANS or JAPANESE being so unFairly demonized” are not only deeply stupid and poor comparisons but also…. Very historically short sited in terms of the fact that the Ussr and the United States very much DID carry out brutal atrocities against whom they deemed to be disloyal German and Japanese people. Like that did happen, and carrying out reciprocal attacks on people deemed to be part of a violent group or state is a very disturbing part of human history!

Like Stalin absolutely DID carry out a massive purge of supposed German counter revolutionary forces, which included an awful lot of people whose whole connection to Germany was having some kind of affection for the German language or culture, and ALSO a bunch of leftists who literally had fled Nazism to join the revolutionary cause in Russia! He killed German Jews! These purges have had disastrous long term effects, too, given that they just obliterated the German left that wasn’t outright Stalinist. The ussr DID deport German speaking ethnic minorities that had been in Russia for generations to Siberian labour camps, where plenty died! And the U.S. absolutely DID illegally round up Japanese-American citizens and residents to internment camps! Where I grew up, a bunch of the men who were interned were Japanese language teachers and religious officials who’s own sons risked their lives and died to liberate Italy and France from Nazism. And in both cases, the language used to justify such actions was often not that they were committing violence against German or Japanese people, but simply “disloyal” “fascist” or “imperialist” elements.

a lot of people to talk about these events, if they do, do it with a distancing voice - how could people have been so crazy to believe this? Yet they happened in a situation of genuinely unfathomable violence carried out by the German and Japanese states, violence in which proclaiming with bullets the superiority of German and Japanese peoples, language, culture, and religion was an active part of the fascist endeavor. There was a real feeling in response, then, that fighting against the German and Japanese peoples, language, and culture was going to DO something against fascism. But forcing Volga German children to suffer didn’t save one Jewish child from being slaughtered by Hitler. And forcing Japanese American children to suffer didn’t save one Filipino child from being killed in Manila. Of course their suffering of Volga German and Japanese American children wasn’t *as bad* as the systemic murders of Jewish children in death camps - but because it was *less bad* doesn’t mean that it was all right, or that it helped anyone else. All it did was cause more suffering.

If anything, presenting entire language and cultural groups as being inherently demonic, as fighting THEM rather than specific states and fascist policies, cut off allies or refused to see them where they were there. Many of the activists purged by Stalin were active anti-Nazi leftists, including German Jews. And many of the Japanese American families interned had sons who despite their oppression would go on to serve in one of the most decorated battalions to liberate Italy and France from the fascism, scaling the alps in the middle of winter and learning not to scream when they fell. idk. The uncomfortable lesson of history is you often just can’t hit back - especially at an entire perceived ethnic or religious or cultural group - without hitting sideways or down. It’s that painful and that simple. But all these people who say these things now would have done that then.

[oogalybooglay]

/start our restart/

(you, our fishy (Sebastian) and p.AI.nter get a restart to life)

(HAPPY ENDING AU! HAPPY ENDING AU! BECAUSE U GUYS AWESOME!!!!!!!)

You and Sebastian had been planning to escape the hadal for a while, and with help from p.AI.nter, you got the chance and used it.

Urban shade crumbled from their experiments and framing you and Sebastian solace of crimes to you didn’t commit being exposed to the world in front your eyes (and screen) and you were sent with the mission of bringing Sebastian home (and p.AI.nter joined with)

the drive home was….. strange…. You… hadn’t been changed with experiments, and your family? They knew about Sebastian, the whole world did. Sebastian was crammed in the back of the van you were driving, Staring out the window, you both holding back tears (p.AI.nter would be too, if he wasn’t a computer) he hadn’t seen the sky in 11 YEARS! You hadn’t been in the site nearly as long, but still missed your family, and the world.

Sebastian watched the clouds, like he always did when he was human. He could point out every kind of cloud in the sky, he had a soft smile, he couldn’t even think of a snarky comment.

“I never… I never thought I would have a second chance….… but here we are… and honestly? I’m ready… I’m so SO ready…”

You smiled, p.AI.nter was sketching the clouds he could remember. You were driving to your family home near the sea, you could FEEL that your family was excited to see you again, after being framed, put on death row taken and into the hadal by urbanshade. But now? You were free, urban shade is almost definitely never coming back, and a HUGE, HUGE bonus? Sebastian and p.AI.nter were safe… that’s all that mattered really, thats all that mattered to you….

“Second chances are hard to come by, but here we are…..now let’s go

start our restart”

THIS IS GOING TO BECOME A SERIES! I HAVE BEEN PREPPING FOR THIS MAN (this isn’t the au I was talking about in my very first post, but this is one)

[invincibledc]

💕𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐭💕

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

𝟐𝟎0𝟑!𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

TW: slight harassment

💗NO ONES POV:💗

FRIDAY, 3:40 PM, SUNNY DAY

It was a slow day. No crimes being committed, no monsters, no Slade. Nothing. Just you relaxing.

Relaxing on the couch, watching your favorite cartoon while popping fruit in your mouth. You were enjoying your day, heck, you were enjoying your whole afternoon. As you go to throw a fruit into your mouth, a certain Tamaranean came up behind you.

"Hello cutest bat!" Starfire yelled out loud, prompting you to choke on your fruit as you look up and tap on her am rapidly. Starfire yelps scared and punched your back, making you fly out of the couch and land on your stomach. But at least she had taken the fruit that was stuck in your throat out.

You gasped for air as you look at starfire who is now embarrassed at how she scared you to choking. "Sorry friend Bat." She says with a smile.

"It's fine Star..." you said with a weary smile while siting up. Starfire floats over to you and sits by you. "So what you need?" You fully smiled, grabbing your bowl of fruit. You were still hungry despite the scare the girl had given you.

Starfire's smile disappeared as a flustered look overcomes her. "I...I would like to do the hanging out with you." Your eyes widen. Surprised she didn't ask anyone else.

"Me?" You questioned pointing to yourself with a raised brow.

"You." She retorted with shy smile, pointing to you.

You both sat there at the ground staring at each other with you being criss crossed and her having her legs underneath her. Her hands on her thighs. She was staring with the same flustered expression, you chuckled with a small smile.

"Sure, let me get dressed then."

You were in your silk pajamas, so of course you had to change if you were going out with your friend.

Starfire smiles at you and flies up excitedly with a bright smile. "Glorious! I will wait for you the cutest bat."

You sat up chuckling at the nickname she had started to pick up when you left your ski-mask behind as a way to hide your identity. She use to pout when you pulled a trick with having another mask under your mask when she first wanted to see your face.

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You walked out your room and over to where Starfire was standing in the living room. You had picked out a street wear attire. You had your classic and definitely not 99th white tee shirt with your usual denim jeans that hung a little baggy with your white sneakers.

Honestly your short sleeves showed off how toned your arms were from training and working out. It like a sleeper build but you could tell that this Bat definitely had some muscle for a teen.

You still kept your domino mask on, feeling as if it helped made you feel cooler. Even if you did have it on with your silk pjs. Starfire use to pout when you deny access to see your face. You have to follow the big bat's rule strictly anyways.

"Yo! I'm ready Star." You had a toothy grin as starfire smiled excitedly.

Next thing you two knew, she was soaring through the air with a giant white bat on her trail to the city. As the two landed on the sidewalk, you dropped down transforming slowly back to human in your civilian outfit.

Dusting yourself off you looked at starfire in her usual. You frowned, now that you thought about it. Starfire doesn't really have any clothes other than her usual outfit. Guess it time to use your real self.

As starfire was looking around, civilians walked pass her. But soon as she turned to look at you, you looked normal. And not like the normal she usually sees. You didn't have your domino mask on. Your eyes were [e/c] colored and slight appearances you had before were gone and completely human.

"Why—"

You cut her off quick with you putting your hand in a motion of "wait".

You then blinked, trying to focus your vision before it stopped with your tunnel vision. You could finally see as you let out a sigh.

"My earring that someone made, so I can blend in with civilians more easy."

Starfire was now more confused as there were no crimes and monsters around. "But there are no harmful things or villains?" She walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder with a worry look.

"Are you hiding from something?"

You chuckled and placed a hand over hers, "no Star, I'm good. I just want to feel like a person instead of a hero today. Or even a bat." You said as you dragged her around.  You hummed as starfire looked at your hands locked with her own. She felt the urge to intertwine, but before she could even dare to do so. You let go of her hand and showed her to a candy store, honestly thanks to Beast Boy to showing you this place.

"Soooo...if we're gonna hang out I at least want to show you to a candy place I've been thinking about showing you to." You scratched the back of your neck. Starfire cups her hands together smiling at you. "Let's go shall we?" She wraps her arm around yours. You both walked in and were amazed at the colorful colors.

There was even a train holding candy in the back of it while small kids were running around with some of the parents following their own kin. Starfire's eyes were wide with a twinkle at how beautiful and delicious it looked. You turned around seeing some cotton candy flavored fun dip. Starfire ooh'd at what you held, you held it to her and immediately she ripped it open and dumped it in her mouth.

You sweat dropped at how eager she was to eat it. After she gulped down the favorable dust of fun dip. She hummed with a bright smile.

"I am in love with this shop! We should get more for our friends." She exclaimed, grabbing your arm as she checks out more candies in the shop.

It ended with you having to almost spend $1,000 of candy before you stopped her and left with a drained expression while she was excited for the rest of the day.

"Cmon Y/N, we have the more shopping to do!" She exclaimed as she walked ahead of you sighed.

"Is this how boyfriends feel when their girlfriends spend a lot of money?" You thought as you held the medium size bag of candy that the team would adore later. You followed the giddy girl who seemed enlightened by being by you.

As you two walked around, you seen a mall and smiled. "Let's go there next." You pointed to the mall, the Tamaranean girl nodded at your words as you opened the door for her to enter first. What starfire didn't expect was so many people, she unconsciously wrapped her arm around your muscular one with a weary look.

"I wish to not to lose your side....." she said softly for you to hear her. You looked at her, "you won't lose me." You said confidently as you guided her through the crowds of people. It was Friday, of course there's a lot of people and teens around.

Some teens and adults look at Starfire a little weird, making her lean her body more into you. Making her feel self conscious as she looks down. You seemed to notice as you walked over to a some mall couches. Putting down the bag of candy on the couch, you grabbed her two hands in your own.

"You okay Starfire?" You asked with a small smile. She looked up to your face, "I am not sure...they look at me as if have a Zornian muck beetle for a head.." she says with a sadden tone. Facing to the ground around. Your smile turned into a frown as you only shake your head. "Well, they're idiots for staring at you like that."

She looked up confused before you started to talk again. "Cause all I see is an amazing girl that's gonna have the best day with me." You said with a smirk, grabbing her hand as you walked forward. You had grabbed the bag of candy as well. She felt a smile curve onto her face as her spirit seemed to brighten.

You took to her clothing store, you wanted to spoil her. Thanks to Bruce's allowances, you helped the Tamaranean girl pick out some things that caught her eyes and what caught yours. You waited outside of the dressing room, passing time with playing candy crush on your phone.

A girl that looked like she work here walked by you, not noticing you before she took a double check at you and stopped walking.

You were too busy crushing this level, you smiled at passing it before the sound of someone clearing their throat grabbed your attention. You looked with a raised brow, in your view you see a girl who looked about your age with a black crop top and cowboy pants with sandals. She's a Mexican girl with a light blue eyeshadow and winged eyeliner. Her curly dark brown hair really looked good with her tanned skin.

"Why hello there handsome, how are you doing?" She said as she held her arms behind her back and leaned forward at you. You felt awkward as you never had an attractive girl give you attention.

"Uuuhh..yeah I'm doing good..." she smirked at you being awkward, mistaking it as being nervous around her. She walked up closer to you, she almost towered over you. Placing her hand on your arm, her eyes widen.  Squeezing it before she pinched your cheek.

"Well aren't you a sharp one. Working out haven't you?" You tried to speak before she shushed you with a finger to your lips. "Don't say a word cutie."

The curtain of the dressing room a certain girl was in was pushed open. You immediately pushed the girl away from you. Almost sending her across the whole store. Starfire exited out of the dressing room, her timid steps alerted you fully as you felt as time stopped.

Your jaw went slack. Starfire had crossed arms, her beautiful red hair complemented the beautiful dark purple crop top sweater that the sleeves hanged perfectly on the side of her upper bicep. She  wore with denim shorts. She still wore her gauntlets, her metal arm band was invisible due to the crop top sleeve. She had white converses with it, either way at least the top and shorts was cute and fitted her well.

Starfire stood there staring at you anxiously, waiting for your comment as you felt a goofy smile appearing on your face.

"Woah. You look beautiful Starfire..." The anxiety melted off the girl's shoulder as she giggled happily. She felt her heart swell with warmth hearing you complement her.

"Thank you friend bat!" She smiled as she hugged you tightly. Your face mushed against her chest. You felt oxygen leaving your body. You gasped for breath as you squirmed but patted her back welcoming her. As she let you go, you felt your back almost popped out and air finally come back to you. The worker you had pushed far away came back.

"Oh. Is this your girlfriend or something?" She said with slight mischievous expression. Starfire looked at the confused at who she was. You jolted from the girl, sweating bullets as you felt Starfire grip your arm and pull you to her side.

"Who are you?" Starfire says, raising her brow at the girl. "And I am the girlfriend you are talking about." Your mouth dropped open, you were certain she doesn't really know what a "girlfriend" is meant here. The air felt tense before you stepped up and spoke.

"Hey! So Uhm, Star let's go to another store. Heheheheh....." you chuckled nervously, pushing the alien girl away from the other. The dark colored hair kept her smug look as Starfire turned around and made a "I'm watching you" gesture towards her with an annoyed look.

After the whole encounter, Starfire quickly changed back to her original outfit. You carried her bag, going to the front to pay for the top and shorts. Starfire still kept her arm around yours, while you paid for the top and bottom. Feeling as if you both should leave the mall, you did.

You took a deep breath of air meanwhile Starfire still had a stank face. She felt a certain way at how that girl looked at her bat, she couldn't point to it as she huffed. You turned around to face her confused. She just stood there with puffed up cheeks and back faced to you.

"Star...you okay?"

"I am certainly not the okay...that girl seemed like a grimplork..." She then sharply turns to you. "Do you have a certain relation with her?" Her eye brow was raised in a way you felt you had to answer correctly, and honestly. "What?! No." you sweatdropped at the accusation.

"Star..let's just go around for more shops? Maybe it would take your mind off whatever that was." You said trying to light up her mood, she seemed to give you a pointed look. It soon melted seeing your eyes as she nodded and grabbed your hand. You lead the way to another clothing store. One that seemed her style.

It was small little montage with each other, trying on clothes as you put in another street wear fit. Meanwhile starfire wore a beautiful sundress that fit her perfectly. You clapped seeing her twirl in it. You two went to an arcade, playing air hockey. Starfire was confused on how to play before you got behind her and showed her how to play. She got the hang of it quickly and immediately liked it.

She sadly broke the puck, you had to pay for it with a drained expression. Now you felt how Bruce felt when he spent money on you for the first time. Either way you liked spoiling the Tamaranean girl who bowed apologetically at the arcade owner. You both left laughing at the situation though. You grabbed her hand again and walked the streets of Jump City.

Starfire seemed to understand more, it seemed like the cars and the sound of people faded out as her attention was stuck on you.

The way you pointed to more stores, the way you looked, the way you were so kind to her, made her feel...like she was really apart of your life. Her eyes softened with admiration on her face. You two hung out almost the rest of afternoon. It soon was getting a little late as the sun was starting to set.

You checked your phone you had hidden in your pocket, it read 6:30 PM.  "Alright Star, it's time to go back home." You took off the earring in your ears. A small blinding light took over you and you looked like your usual self. Pink glowing eyes and [color haired with or without white streaks]. You slick put on your domino despite Starfire already seeing your face.

Starfire smiled at you, "Yes..let's go home Y/N." She says floating off the ground now.

You shuffled the bags on your arms meanwhile Starfire put her hands under yours and flew off. You both had an amazing day with each other.

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Starfire landed down perfectly with you first and then her. You massaged your under arms since she did have tight on you. You still had the shopping bags you bought for her and the candy. After massaging your arms, you looked up to her. The afternoon sky and sun looking beautiful on her golden skin. You smiled admiringly as she shyly smiles, "I enjoyed today with you." She says softly.

You chuckled at her being shy, you didn't really understand why since you two have hung out before. "I did too, I'm glad you loved shopping." Starfire feels her shyness goes away as you walked up to her, slight craning  your neck to look at her. "I just wanted you to feel how teenage girls felt on earth." You shifted a little with the bag. "Yknow, shopping and having usual fun like humans do."

It was a time like this where Starfire felt her heart racing again. The bat's compassion was surly winning this Tamaranean's heart. The way you took care of her the whole day. Even if it was her idea, it was something she liked a lot. She didn't know what to feel as her cheeks flushed, her hair flowing in the warm humid air. "Anyways, you can get your ba—" Before you could try to say anything and give her the shopping bags that were hanging on your arms.

She kissed your cheek. Cupping your face as she pressed her lips against the side of your face. It felt like your hearts synched as time went back to place. Her lips left the bat's cheek as she held a smile.

You froze there with wide eyes, feeling like a statue. She took this chance as she quickly taken the shopping bags from you and flew inside the tower. Not without getting the bag of candy too.

Just leaving you there as you broke out of the trance and touch your cheek. You felt your face heat up. A goofy smile appeared on your cheek, you then teleported away with a small blinding light and a heart left behind.

[stil-lindigo]

Hello, very confused and overwhelmed outsider here. Looking at posts here and on news sites I see such pradoxical views, one saying to not support Palestine is to support genocide and the other saying to not support Israel is to be antisemitic. I wonder, and I am going around asking people on different sides of the war, do you believe it is possible to support both the lives of Palestinian people and the lives of Jewish people?

Feel free to ignore this ask or to point out any ignorance on my part. I hope you have some peace in your day/night, I can only imagine how stressful it is to have so many people asking so many serious questions.

hi anon. I’m gonna try to make this is as concise as possible, since I’m technically writing this on my lunch break. Yes, it is possible and in fact very easy to support the lives of Palestinian and Jewish people because - and this is the important part - Israel and Zionism is not Judaism. Depending on who you may ask, Zionism began as a pure-hearted desire for Jewish people post-WW2 to create a place that would always unequivocally be safe for Jews, but as I am not Jewish myself I feel like any description I might give comes off as insincere and not fully grasping the scope of that mission. But no matter what Zionism once was, it is now the belief that Jewish people have the right to commit genocide against indigenous population so that they can establish their ethno-state. And you can split hairs all you like, but after the past four months, my belief in that has only solidified.

Perhaps the strongest opposition to Israel comes from Jewish people themselves, who’ve popularized “not in my name” as a protest chant. Holocaust survivors have come out in droves to protest the actions of Israel, and they’re often the strongest front of any protest action since - yes, you’re right - mainstream news is very committed to selling the idea that this “war” is Jews vs Muslims which is just inflammatory racist garbage. There’s more to it than I can easily get into right now, but just for a start, it completely erases the existence of Palestinian Jews or Palestinian Christians, and also ignores Israel’s historically abusive and degrading treatment of their own Holocaust survivors in their population.

This “war” is not a war. It’s a genocide, where the total amount of bombs dropped on Gaza is officially over twice the impact of a nuclear bomb. One side is asking for a stop the fighting, for aid to be allowed through, they are asking for clean water and food as their women have been forced to rip off scraps off tents to use as menstrual products. One side has had all 35 their hospitals bombed (a war-crime the first time, and it continues to be a war crime every time it still happens), over 100 of their journalists have been targeted and murdered (more journalists than were killed in all of WW2, and btw this is also a war crime). And the other side films TikTok’s levelling apartment buildings, looting houses, kicking Palestinian hostages, stripping them naked and urinating on them. Israel has rained white phosphorus down on Palestine, they have bombed Palestine indiscriminately, they have destroyed archives, historical locations, they have done their best to rob Palestinians of their dignity and empathy and still, they’re not done.

Oh and the excuse that they’re just doing all of this to save the hostages? Hamas offered them all back in exchange for a ceasefire. And the Israeli prime minister, Netanyahu, said no.

In the future, try to get your news from trusted news sources like Al Jazeera, and following journalists on the ground like Bisan and Motaz.

[adhdnojutsu]

8yo Jewish girl, Ella Elyakim, kidnapped by the leaders of the Free Palestine movement and held at gunpoint to beg for her release. The wokermelons call her a murderer, a thief, and an oppressor. Hmmmm. I thought we cared about "literal children". Oh wait, there's also this🙄

By the way, why doesn't Hamas demand land in exchange for the hostages? Say, 1000 square metres adjacent to the Gaza strip per hostage? This would quickly grow into a respectable area. Instead, they demand the release of mostly mass murderers. That alone proves beyond the shadow of a doubt that it's not about land, it's about killing Jews they wouldn't wanna share the land with even if Palestinians ruled it. They didn't wanna share before 1948, in fact, they've been killing us since they first colonized our indigenous land in the 7th century and maliciously put their temple on the suspected ruins of ours in a gesture of violent colonization 100% identical to building a Columbus monument on a Native holy site:

https://medium.com/@Ksantini/the-list-of-crimes-committed-by-muslims-against-jews-since-the-7th-century-0ff1a8eb0ad0