#they are a group of exhausted 13 year olds and one 4 year old. and you are on a fucking island. where are they going to escape to

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Look. We give Milligan a lot of shit for constantly throwing himself off of cliffs/buildings (justified) (affectionate). However, I do think we're letting McCracken off the hook for straight-up launching himself *through* a second story glass window in order to kidnap a group of children faster. On some levels, he and Milligan are the same brand of insane and this is why they work so well as enemies. In this essay I will-

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"it's 2024 antisemitism isn't a problem anymore you just want to be oppressed."

here's a non-exhaustive list of antisemitic incidents, attacks, and pogroms during my lifetime. if you're not jewish, i am guilting you into reading this entire list. i really do not care if it takes forever or makes you feel bad. read it.

1993

state farm settles a $30mil lawsuit after it was revealed that state farm kept a list of prominent jewish lawyers referred to within state farm as "the jewish lawyers list" where any claims made by those attorneys were automatically forwarded to state farm's fraud unit, purely on the basis of the attorney's jewish identity. state farm employees testified confirming the list had been used to discriminate against ethnic minorities.

1994

four days after the cave of patriarchs massacre, a man shot at a van full of jewish students, killing one and injuring three others. he is reported to have shouted "kill the jews" as revenge for the cave of patriarchs massacre.

a white supremacist fired ten rounds at a synagogue in eugene, oregon.

a jewish community center in buenos aires, argentina was bombed, killing 85 people and injuring 300.

1995

a japanese magazine ran an article that stated "the 'holocaust' is a fabrication. there were no execution gas chambers in auschwitz or in any other concentration camp. today, what are displaced as 'gas chambers' at the remaints of the auschwitz camp in poland are a post-war fabrication by the polish communist regime or by the soviet union, which controlled the country. not once, neither at auschwitz nor in any territory controlled by the germans during the second world war, was there 'mass murder of jews' in 'gas chambers'."

1996

in turkey, an islamic preacher distributed thousands of copies of a book called "the holocaust lie."

1997

jean-marie le pen was convicted and fined for remarks minimizing the holocaust, and then accused the president of france of being "on the payroll of jewish organizations, and particularly of b'nai b'rith."

1998

osama bin laden stated that israel's ultimate goal was to annex the arabian peninsula and the middle east and enslave its peoples. he claimed that the us state department and department of defense were controlled by jews for the sole purpose of serving israel's goals. he also claimed that israeli jews controlled the governments of the us and uk, directing them to kill as many muslims as they could.

1999

iran arrested 13 iranian jews, accusing them of being spies for israel, including a 16 year old boy. ten of them were sentenced to 4-13 years in prison, and eventually when they were freed they left iran for israel.

a man was arrested in paris for attacking a bartender because he "believed she was jewish."

several synagogues in sacramento were set on fire by a group of eight or nine men.

a man shot and killed one person and injured five at a jewish community center in los angeles.

2000

a man broke into a jewish woman's house, shot and killed her, then set her house on fire. he then drove to the synagogue where she was a member and fired into the windows of the synagogue, then exited his car and spray-painted two red swastikas on the building. he drove to another synagogue where he shot and shattered the synagogue's glass windows.

on yom kippur, two molotov cocktails were thrown at a synagogue.

a synagogue in syracuse, new york was set on fire by a man who reportedly yelled "i did this for you, god!"

a sukkah was destroyed at a synagogue in st. paul, minnesota.

a synagogue in harrisburg, pennsylvania was set on fire before yom kippur.

during the 2000 presidential election, lee alcorn, president of the dallas naacp branch, criticized al gore's selection of senator joe lieberman for his vice-presidential candidate because lieberman was jewish. alcorn said "if we get a jew person, then what i'm wondering is, i mean, what is this movement for, you know? does it have anything to do with the failed peace talks?" ... "so i think we need to be very suspicious of any kind of partnerships between the jews at that kind of level because we know that their interest primarily has to do with money and these kinds of things."

2001

in belgium, the vice president of one of the country's largest parties gave an interview on dutch tv where he cast doubt over the number of jews murdered by the nazis during the holocaust. in the same interview he questioned the scale of the nazis' use of gas chambers and the authenticity of anne frank's diary.

2002

osama bin laden stated in a letter that jews controlled the civilian media outlets, politics, and economic institutions of the united states.

a synagogue was set on fire in toronto, ontario, canada.

men rammed two cars through the courtyard gates of a synagogue in lyon, france, then rammed one of the cars into the prayer hall before setting the vehicles on fire. eyewitnesses reported seeing between 12 and 15 attackers. this was the first of a series of attacks on jewish targets in france in a single week - which coincided with passover - including at least five other synagogues.

a synagogue in marseille, france was burned to the ground.

a synagogue in strasbourg was set on fire.

a synagogue in paris was firebombed.

"richard nixon tapes" were declassified, which confirmed that billy graham, a famous evangelist and civil rights advocate, had agreed with nixon that jews controll the american media, calling it a "stranglehold."

a synagogue in tunisia was bombed, killing 20 and injuring 30.

a gunman opened fire at the airline ticket counter of el al, israel's national airline, at the la international airport. two people were killed and four were injured. federal investigators concluded that the gunman had hoped to influence us government policy in favor of palestinians and that the incident was a terror attack.

in an interview for a french magazine, a french actor, comedian, and activist dieudonne m'bala m'bala described "the jews" as "a sect, a fraud, which is the worst of all because it was the first."

white supremacists planned to bomb a series of institutions and people associated with the black and jewish communities. targets included the united states holocaust museum, the new england holocaust memorial, and steven spielberg.

2003

terrorists attempted to bomb a jewish cemetery, and succeeded in bombing a jewish community center and jewish-owned italian restaurant in morocco. 45 people in total were killed.

a molotov cocktail was thrown through the windows of a synagogue in los angeles, california.

the prime minister of malaysia drew a standing ovation for his speech. an excerpt: "[muslims] are actually very strong. 1.3 billion people cannot be simply wiped out. the nazis killed 6 million jews out of 12 million. but today the jews rule this world by proxy. they get others to fight and die for them. they invented socialism, communism, human rights and democracy so that persecuting them would appear to be wrong so they may enjoy equal rights with others. with these they have now gained control over the most powerful countries. and they, this tiny community, have become a world power."

two synagogues in turkey were bombed, killing 55 and injuring over 750.

2004

romania officially denied the holocaust occurred on its territory up until 2004.

the film 'the passion of the christ' was released, causing backlash against the jewish community for protesting the antisemitic tones of the movie.

a jewish school library was firebombed in montreal, quebec, canada.

jewish cemeteries were defaced with swastikas and a funeral home set on fire in wellington new zealand.

2005

m'bala claimed during a press conference that the central council of french jews was a "mafia" that had "total control over french policy exercise", called the commemoration of the holocaust "memorial pornography" and claimed that the "zionists of the centre national de la cinematographie" which "control french cinema" prevented him from making a film about the slave trade.

the muslim brotherhood leader denounced what he called "the myth of the holocaust" in defending iranian president's denial of the holocaust.

a polish radio station during the polish election promoted antisemitic views, including denial of the jedwabne pogrom. their support of right-wing conservative law and justice party is considered a major factor in their electoral victory.

a group of 15 members of the state duma of russia demanded that judaism and jewish orgqanizations be banned from the country. 500 prominent russians demanded that the state prosecutor investigate ancient jewish texts as "anti-russian" and ban judaism.

islamic extremists planned to bomb a number of synagogues and an israeli consulate in california.

iranian president denied the holocaust during a speech in zahedan. "they have invented a myth that jews were massacred and palce this above god, religions and the prophets." he suggested that if the holocaust had occurred, that it was the responsibility of europeans to offer up territory to the jews.

2006

a man stabbed nine people at a synagogue in russia.

the iranian state-sponsored "international conference to review the global vision of the holocaust" opened, with its focus being to question the facts of the holocaust. the iranian foreign ministry spokesperson stated "the holocaust is not a sacred issue that one can't touch. i have visited the nazi camps in eastern europe. i think it is exaggerated."

mel gibson was arrested for a dui, and reportedly yelled at the police officer, "fucking jews... the jews are responsible for all the wars in the world. are you a jew?"

m'bala was fined for defamation after calling a prominent jewish tv presenter a "secret donor of the child-murdering israeli army."

ilan halimi, a french moroccan jew, was kidnapped, tortured, and murdered. he was dumped on the side of the road, 80% of his body covered in burns, and died from his injuries on his way to the hospital. the kisnappers thought halimi was wealthy because he came from a jewish family, and the gang confessed that they believed all jews to be rich which motivated them to target several jews. the halimi family reports being told that if they could not raise the money for the ransom then they should get it from the jewish community.

a man targeted the jewish federation of seattle when the organization showed up in search results after he typed the phrase "something jewish" into a search engine. he forced his way through the building's security door with several guns, a knife, and ammunition, taking a 14 year old girl as a hostage. he is reported to have said "i'm only doing this for a statement" and "i'm a muslim american; i'm angry at israel" before the shooting spree began. he then took a pregnant woman hostage, saying "now since you don't know how to... listen, now you're the hostage, and i don't give a fuck if i kill you or your baby." the woman reported him stating "that he was a muslim, and this was his personal statement against jews and the bush administration for giving money to jews, and for us jews for giving money to israel, about hozbollah, the war in iraq, and he wanted to talk to cnn."

2007

holocaust survivor elie wiesel was attacked by a holocaust denier in san francisco.

jewish professor elizabeth midlarsky had a swastika spray painted on her office door.

2008 - gaza war

a leading member of hamas made a statement that israelis "have legitimized the murder of their own children by killing the children of palestine... they have legitimized the killing of their people all over the world by killing our people."

a belgian jewish magazine received a dozen death threats on its website, including a threat to carry out a suicide attack to "avenge the suffering of the palestinians."

protestors in indonesia shut down the country's only synagogue, threatening to drive out the country's jews. they stated that "if israel refuses to stop its attacks and oppression of the palestinian people, we don't need to defend [the synagogue's' presence here." the synagogue has been shuttered since.

a man sent a letter threatening to bo b the ida crown jewish academy in chicago. the letter said that explosives would be set off around the school unless violence in gaza stopped by january 15 2009.

south african deputy foreign minister was quoted saying "[jews] in fact control [america], no matter which government comes into power, whether republican or democratic, whether barack obama or george bush... the control of america, just like the control of most western countries, is in the hands of jewish money and if jewish money controls their country then you cannot expect anything else." she later claimed she "conflated zionist pressure with jewish influence."

antisemitic graffiti, including swastikas, appeared all over turkey. a sign was put up at the door of a civic group's office saying "jews cannot enter, dogs can." anti-jewish articles began appearing in turkish newspapers, and there were several hundred documented examples of antisemitic messages. as a result, turkish jewish immigration to israel increased.

in yemen, jews experienced verbal and physical harassment. jewish children were injured, one seriously, when muslim students threw stones at them. anti-israel protestors also attacked several jewish homes, smashing windows and pelting them with rocks, and injuring at least one jewish residence. a yemeni jewish family was extricated from yemen to israel after suffering continuous antisemitic attacks and death threats. a grenade was also thrown into the courtyard of the family's home in raydah.

a molotov cocktail was thrown. at a synagogue in brussels. rocks and other objects were thrown at a jewish school. a jewish home was the subject of arson. afterwards, hundreds of protestors tried to march toward the jewish neighborhood but were held off by police.

a man opened fire on three israeli cosmetics salesmen and two customers in a shopping mall. the shooting, which followed a period of harassment against the cosmetic stand, resulted in two israelis being hit by the shots. the perpatrator explained that he was motivated by the middle east situation.

sixty-six antisemitic incidents were reported in france, home to europe's largest muslim and jewish populations. numerous synagogues were attacked with petrol bombs and damaged in various towns. a car was rammed into the gates of a synagogue in toulouse and set on fire. a petrol bomb was thrown at a synagogue which set fire to an adjacent jewish restaurant. offensive graffiti was also sprayed on synagogues throughout the country. in paris, a rabbi's car was torched, a. jewish student was attacked and stabbed four times, and a 15-year old girl was assaulted by a gang.

a jewish community in germany was daubed and later stoned, and the central council of jews in german reported a significant increase in the number of hate mails and death threats during the conflict.

synagogues in multiple cities in greece were vandalized and suffered arson attacks. in athens, the walls of a jewish cemetery were sprayed with antisemitic graffiti "jews israelites murderers." neo-nazi slogans like "ax and fire to the jewish dogs" were used at anti-israel protests. a monument commemorating the murder of greek jews was vandalized with slogans like "greece - palestine no jew will remain." a seminar at the jewish museum of thessaloniki was cancelled after receiving threats, and the leftist parliamentary party of coalition of the radical left declined to attend the greek national day of remembrance of holocaust heroes and martyrs because of the attendance of the israeli ambassador. in ioannina the local jewish cemetery was vandalized with several tombs broken. the corfu synagogue was vandalized with graffiti such as "shit on israel" "jews nazis" and "murderers." the shoah memorial was also vandalized with graffiti regarding gaza. in larisa both grouns from the extreme right and extreme left targeted the local community. leftist and palestinian demonstrators attempted to vandalize the synagogue during a march, while later the same day groups linked to neo-nazi groups vandalized the shoah monyment and organized protests in front of the synagogue asking for the expulsion of jews from larisa. jews were attacked as "christ killers" and "smelling of blood" "they are the worst thing of the 20th century" and an eminent member of the greek orthodox church spoke of "zionist monsters with sharp claws" and "jews puhished for killing christ" and being "god killers."

italian trade union flaica-cub issued a call to boycott jewish-owned shops in rome in protest at the israeli offensive. it was condemned as antisemitic and reminiscent of the italian race laws under fascism in the 1930s.

a molotov cocktail was thrown at a jewish owned building in amsterdam following an attempted arson of a jewish institution in arnhem. a synagogue and jewish owned building were targeted by stoning. at an anti-israel demonstration in utrecht, some demonstrators shouted "hamass, hamas, jews to the gas."

during the 2009 oslo riots, the largest anti-jewish riots in norwegian history, muslim youth attacked the israeli embassy and yelled anti-jewish slogans in arabic, including "death to the jews" "kill the jews" and "slaughter the jews." in one incident, young men beat a 73 year old man who was carrying an israeli flag while shouting "bloody jew - get him!" they only stopped attacking him when they realized he was not jewish.

a jewish burial chapel in sweden was the target of an arson attack and a jewish centor was set on fire twice in three days.

there were approximately 225 recorded antisemitic incidents in the uk during the war. synagogues were firebombed, jews received verbal and digital abuse, and a gang tried to force their way into jewish restaurants and shops, specifically focusing on the london jewish family centre. a jewish motorist was also dragged from his car and assaulted. antisemitic graffiti with slogans including "kill jews" "jews are scumbags" and "jihad 4 israel" were sprayed in jewish areas across london and manchester.

a molotov cocktail was thrown at a tample in chicago, and in lincolnwood a synagogue's glass doors were shattered by a brick and "free palestine" and "death to israel" were spraypainted on the building. a jewish preschool in california was graffitied with swastikas and antisemitic messages.

argentinian jews wearing kippot were physically attacked on public buses and jewish cemetaries were defaced. a gang attacked argentinian jews near the israeli embassy in buenos aires.

in bolivia, vandals removed a star of david from a monument from the plaza israel and started spraypainting "plaza palestina" on jewish murals.

during shabbat, the caracas synagogue, venezuela's oldest synagogue, was defaced with "property of islam", and an armed gang of 15 unidentified people broke in and the security guards were bound and gagged while the gang destroyed the offices and the repository where the holy books were stored. they daubed the walls with antisemitic and anti-israel graffiti that called for jews to be expelled from the country, and also stole a database that listed jews who lived in venezuela.

2008 - cont

the harvard crimson school paper ran a paid holocaust denial ad.

a chabad house in mumbai was taken over by two attackers and several residents were held hostage. a rabbi and his wife, who was six months pregnant, were murdered with four other hostages in the house by the attackers. according to radio transmissions, the attackers "would be told by their handlers in pakistan that the lives of jews were worth 50 times those of non jews." injuries on some of the bodies indicated that they may have been tortured.

2009

hamas refused to allow palestinian children to learn about the holocaust, which it called "a lie invented by the zionists" and referred to holocaust education as a "war crime."

an irish journalist claimed "there was no holocaust... and six million jews were not murdered by the third reich. these two statements of mine are irrefutable truths."

tapes were released in which billy graham is heard in conversation with richard nixon referring to jews as "the synagogue of satan."

four men were arrested in new york in connection with a plot to blow up two synagogues in the bronx.

a neo nazi entered the united states holocaust memorial museum in washington dc and shot and fatally wounded a security officer.

2010

the last surviving romaniote synagogue in greece was targeted for an arson attack.

a synagogue in cairo, egypt was bombed.

a synagogue in sweden was attacked with explosives.

2011

six jewish institutions were attacked by vandals in montreal, including four synagogues and a school.

j.z. knight stated "fuck god's chosen people! i think they have earned enough cash to have paid their way out of the goddamned gas chambers by now."

the manhattan terrorism plot to bomb various targets in manhattan, including a synagogue.

2012

a man killed four jews, including three children, outside a school in toulouse, france.

a synagogue in sweden was attacked with an explosive decide, shattering a window.

2013

alice walker expressed appreciation for the works of antisemitic conspiracy theorist david icke. she said that icke's book "human race get off your knees" would be her choice if she could have only one book. the book promotes the theory that the earth is ruled by shapeshifting reptilian humanoids and "rothschild zionists."

louis farrakhan delivered an antisemitic speech, referring to jews as "satanic jews" and "the synagogue of satan", controlling america's government and other sectors, reportedly saying that president obama "surrounded himself with satan... members of the jewish community." farrakhan also said that the jewish people "have mastered the civilization now, but they've mastered it in evil... who's the owner of hollywood that creates images and makes the people think that what is created on screen is the way we should live? that's satan... satan has devoured so much of humanity. ... the people that own hollywood are the same people that control your press, the same people that control your media, the same people who are the publishers, the same people who are the distributors, the same synagogue of satan, and they put you before the world in this disgraceful manner. ... jesus was the last hope for the jewish people but they rejected him. they are now in control of the media and the airwaves, gaining access to the 'sacred territory' which is in the minds of the people."

the supreme leader of iran grand ayatollah ali khamenei questioned the validity of the holocaust, saying "the holocaust is an event whose reality is uncertain and if it has happened, it's uncertain how it has happened."

2014

kkk leader killed three non jewish people at a jewish community center and jewish retirement home in kansas, the day before passover.

residents of a village in spain called "castrillo matajudios" ("jew-killer camp") since 1627 voted to change the name of the village.

2015

four jews were killed when a gunman attacked a kosher supermarket in paris where the gunman held 15 other hostages and demanded that the kouachi brothers not be harmed.

iran organized the international holocaust cartoon competition, a competition in which artists were encouraged to submit cartoons on the theme of holocaust denial.

louis farrakhan accused jews of involvement in sept 11 attacks.

swastikas were spraypainted on a jewish fraternity at uc davis on the 70th anniversary of the liberation of auschwitz.

a french settlement named "la mort aux juifs" or "death to jews" finally changed its name after a denied attempt in 1992.

a synagogue in copenhagen was taken by a gunman during a bat mitzvah celebration where one jewish man on security duty was killed.

stanford university student senate candidate molly horwitz was asked by a student group how being jewish would affect her decision-making.

two synagogues and a jewish neighborhood in san antonio, texas were vandalized with antisemitic graffiti.

2016

natasha waldorf of alameda was subjected to two boys sending her text messages that included antisemitic slurs, two other students joked about the holocaust and when she confronted them they told her that "hitler should have finished the job."

the campus chapter of students for justice in palestine at the university of california irvine was sanctioned because they disrupted a program hosted by a jewish campus group and intimidated jewish students.

2017

alice walker published a poem on her blog titled "it is our (frightful) duty to study the talmud", recommending that the reader should start with youtube to learn about the evils of the talmud.

a huge wave of threats, including bomb threats, were made against jewish community centers and other institutions in the united states around the high holy days.

sarah halimi was murdered in paris.

the chicago dyke march organizers singled out and approached a group of women carrying jewish pride flags and began to question them on their political stance in regards to zionism and israel, and then expelled them from the event. the organizers attributed the reasoning to the star of david on the flag as a "zionist expression." the organization's twitter account also used the phrase "zio tears" in a now deleted tweet. "zio" is a slur originated by david duke.

the new england holocaust memorial was smashed with a rock.

in ukraine, the space of synagogues holocaust memorial display was vandalized by neo nazis.

the chairpersons of the chicago slutwalk wrote, "we still stand behind dyke march chicago's decision to remove the zionist contingent from their event, and we won't allow zionist displays at ours." the organizers made the following declaration about the star of david: "its connections to the oppression enacted by israel is too strong for it to be neutral."

a jewish cemetery in missouri was vandalized.

the unite the right rally took place in charlottesville, virginia, where white nationalists chanted slogans like "blood and soil" "jews will not replace us" "the goyim know" "the jewish media is going down."

a synagogue in sweden was firebombed.

2018

trayon white, an american politician, posted a video to his official facebook page showing snow flurries following, and alluding to the rothschild family conspiring to manipulate the weather.

an israeli man wearing a yarmulke was attacked in berlin; the attacker reportedly beat him with a belt and shouted "yehudi" ("jew")

tamika mallory, an american activist and one of the organizers of the womens march, attended an antisemitic speech by louis farrakhan, a figure she had previously refused to denounce. during the three hour speech, farrakhan claimed that "the powerful jews are my enemy" "the jews have control over agencies of those angencies of government" like the fbi, thta jews are "the mother and father of apartheid" and that jews are responsible for "degenerate behavior in hollywood turning men into women and women into men."

a republican candidate for senate in california openly called for a united states "free from jews."

11 people were murdered at the tree of life synagogue. on social media, several people made the claim that they "should not be mourned if they were zionists."

2019

belgium outlawed kosher slaughter.

rep ilhan omar tweeted an allegation that american support for israel was rooted in money spent by pro israel lobbying organizations.

several mps quit the labor party under jeremy corbyn citing "culture of extreme antisemitism and intolerance."

a subway poster in brooklyn with a picture of ruth bader ginsburg was valdalized with the writing "die jew bitch" and a swastika.

multiple violent attacks occured in brooklyn.

a synagogue in turkey is attacked with a molotov cocktail.

one person was killed and three were injured during a shooting at a passover seder in california.

a synagogue was attacked by a lone shooter in germany.

a kosher grocery store in jersey city, new jersey was attacked and five people were killed.

jersey city mayor steve fullop said a trustee of the jersey city board of education should resign in the wake of her comment after the above shooting about "jew brutes" that according to her have "threatened, intimidated, and harassed" black residents. the trustee asked whether the public is "brave enough" to listen to the shooters' message, and said the local rabbis were selling body parts. she remained on the board until 2022.

a jewish elder was killed and four others were injured at the home of a hasidic rabbi during hanukkah in new york.

2020

the tomb of esther and mordechai in iran was subjected to an arson attack.

the jewish center at the unitersity of delaware was subjected to an arson attack.

six igbo synagogues in nigeria were razed by soldiers, and at least 50 people were killed.

a synagogue in portland was subjected to an arson attack.

2021

george washington university's chapter of tau kappa epsilon fraternity reported that their house was broken into and vandalized, and their sefer torah destroyed.

2022

four hostages were taken at a synagogue in colleyville, texas. the attacker believed that the rabbi could call another rabbi in new york and secure the release of aafia siddiqui, a pakistani operative imprisoned for attempted murder and other crimes. siddiqui tried to dismiss her lawyers on the grounds that they were jewish. she said the case against her was a jewish conspiracy theory, demanded that no jews be allowed on the jury, and that all prospective jurors be dna tested and excluded from the jury at her trial if they had "zionist or israeli" dna. she wrote a letter to president obama, asserting, "study the history of the jews. they have always back-stabbed everyone who has taken pity on them and make the fatal error of giving them shelter... and it is this cruel, ungrateful back-stabbing of the jews that has caused them to be mercilessly expelled from wherever they gain strength. this is why 'holocausts' keep happening to them repeatedly! if they would only learn to be grateful and change their behavior!"

kanye west states that he "likes hitler" and is a "nazi." he still occasionally goes on an antisemitic twitter bender.

2023-2024 - current war

in october, an egyptian police officer shot and killed two israeli tourists and an egyptial tour guide in alexandria.

a jewish man walking to synagogue in johannesburg was accosted by a male jogger screaming antisemitic insults at him. the jogger then assaulted the man, knocked him over, and kicked and punched him while he lay on the ground.

a jewish cricket player was stripped of the captaincy by cricket south africa, claimed to have been a measure to reduce protests at the world cup.

a synagogue in tunisia was severely damaged during anti-israel riots with hundreds of people filmed setting fire to the building.

in armenia, unknown assailants set fire to a synagogue in yerevan and disseminated the arson attack on social media.

the associated press noted a rise in antisemitism on chinese social media. an israeli employee of the israeli embasee in beijing was stabbed and injured on october 13.

a 16 year old in australia was arrested after planning to attack a synagogue in vienna.

gravestones in belgium were damaged and many stars of david were stolen from a cemetery. only the jewish section was vandalized.

danish police arrested at least four operatives who were planning attacks on jewish or israeli targets in denmark.

in paris, stars of david were painted on multipe spots on several building fronts in a southern district. similar tags appeared over the weekend in other suburbs. antisemitic chants were filmed on the paris metro, "fuck the jews and fuck your mother, long live palestine. we are nazis and proud of it." a woman in lyon was stabbed and a swastika was graffitied on her home.

overall, french jews have noted a huge increase in antisemitism, with a surge of 1200% since october 7.

in berlin, the houses of several jews were marked with a star of david. two molotov cocktails were thrown at a synagogue.

israeli students in riga, latvia reported receiving hate texts and threats from other students.

lectures on the holocaust at utrecht university of applied sciences in the netherlands were postponed indefinitely.

a norwegian medical student at a rally in warsaw was pictured holding a poster of the flag of israel in a trash can alongside the text "keep the world clean." far right polish lawmaker grzegorz braun used a fire extinguisher on a lit menorah and removed it from the wall during a hanukkah celebration, saying "there can be no pace for the acts of this racist, tribal, wild talmudic cult."

residents of dagestan gathered near the flamingo hotel after reports that refugees from israel were being accomodated there. the protesters demanded that all hotel residents come to the windows to look at them. when the guests did not do this, stones were thrown into the building. the residents demanded to check the basements and let them into the hotel. police arrived and allowed protestors to check the hotel to make sure it was "jew free", and after this a message was posted outside the hotel that jews were prohibited from entering.

an antisemitic ralley was held in cherkessk, demanding the "eviction of ethnic jews."

a local jewish religious national-cultural community center under construction was set on fire in nalchik with the attackers writing "death to the yahuds" on the wall.

a mob stormed the uytash airport in dagestan after the arrival of a red wings flight from tel aviv. messages spread on telegram that a direct flight from israel was arriving, with calls to come to the airport and prevent the plane from landing. dozens of protestors stormed the airport and reached the runway, some of whom managed to climb up onto the plane's wings. 20 people were injured, two of whom were seriously injured. there are reports from passengers of rioters checking cars going to and from the airport for jews.

a synagogue in melillah, a spanish enclave in north africa, was attacked by a mob chanting "murderous israel" while waving palestinian flags.

pro palestinian demonstrators burned an israeli flag and chanted "bomb israel" outside a synagogue in. sweden.

i have to break up the sections because tumblr apparently has a character limit.

multiple cases of antisemitism were reported by students at concordia university with jewish students facing verbal and physical threats from both other students and faculty members. footage of a professor yanise arab shouting at jewish concordia students to "go back to poland, sharmuta (whore)" went viral alongside another video of a student using the slur "kike."

two jewish schools in montreal were targeted with gunfire overnight, and one was struck with gunfire a second time a few days later.

a jewish community center in montreal was attacked with a molotov cocktail.

jewish students and teachers of the peel district school board reported antisemitism and violent threats, including a teacher posting "jews are the problem" in a private facebook group.

a sukkah at caltech was vandalized with anti-israel graffiti. a man threw rocks through the glass doors of a synagogue and cafe in fresno, the second with a note reading "all jewish businesses will be targeted."

at columbia university, a woman assaulted an israeli man with a stick after he confronted her for ripping down posters with pictures and information abuot kidnapped israelis.

a man was arrested for sending threatening emails to a. synagogue in charlotte, north carolina.

a man in new york's grand central terminal punched a woman in the face and told her it was because she was jewish.

seven members of "white lives matter" california held a demonstration, holding up signs reading "no more wars for i$rael."

professor russell rickford spoke at a rally, saying he had found hamas's attack "exhilarating."

the illinois comptroller's office fired one of its lawyers, sarah chowdhurt, over antisemitic remarks she made on the instagram of another lawyer who is jewish.

a building next to a jewish fraternity at upenn was vandalized with antisemitic graffiti reading "the jews r nazis."

a man broke into a jewish family's home in los angeles, yelling "free palestine" and "kill jews."

threats against the jewish community at cornell university were posted online, threatening to shoot rape, and murder jewish students and encouraging violence against them.

paul kessler, an elderly jewish man, was killed at a rally after being struck in the head by a megaphone by a pro palestine protester, causing him to fall.

a woman was arrested after ramming her car into a black hebrew israelite school in indiana, mistakenly believing it to be an "israel school."

a man fired two rounds from a shotgun into the air outside a synagogue in albany and made threatening statements. he is alleged to have said "free palestine" at some point during the attack.

a game between the girls' varsity teams from the leffell school and roosevelt high school early college studies in yonkers was stopped when roosevelt students began to hurl antisemitic slurs at leffell students, with one yelling "i support hamas, you fucking jew", and during the third quarter became aggressive and violent during the play resulting in injuries of leffell's players.

participants in a pro-palestine rally in sydney changed "gas the jews", and several individuals in melbourne made death threats against jews, one group harassing a rabbi and his son, and another asking where to find jews, saying they were "hunting for jews."

a man in new south wales threatened to kill four jewish teenagers in a car with an israeli flag draped on it.

neo nazis marched in melbourne, displaying a banner reading "expose jewish power" and distributing neo nazi literature.

a sydney jewish man was verbally abused for wearing a kippah.

pro palestine graffiti was spray painted on the fence of a synagogue in auckland, and an unsuccessful attempt was made to set the property on fire. google maps had mistakenly listed the property as the local israeli consulate.

new zealand jews report a surge in antisemitic threats.

in new zealand, one child was physically assaulted and another had a swastika and a star of david drawn side by side on their school shirt. children were greeted by their peers with nazi salutes, being called "dirty jews", being told "jews control the world", and jokes about jews being gassed, and the blood libel claim that jews "chop off babies heads."

the us and israeli embassies in buenos aires received bomb threats via email, including one which said "jews we are going. tokill you all."

three people were arrested under suspicion of planning an attack on the maccabiah games.

brazilian authorities arrested two suspects in a. hezbollah backed terror plot to attack synagogues and other jewish targets in the country.

a column on the israeli embassy on colombia was vandalized with a swastika, start of david, and the word "terror" in hebrew.

if you made it to the bottom of this list and actually read everything, reblog with the tag "heard." that's really it. i just want to know that people hear us begging for people to speak up.

[derehono]

24.02.2022.

The day that changed my life forever.

24th of February 2022 should have been my usual day. No, not usual. A wonderful day. I should have been checked with a doctor, gave notice to teachers in high school of my absence, and then fly away on vacation, my parents wanted it so much.

On 23rd of February 2022 I felt happy. I had a secure, happy life, preparing to finals, hanging out with my friends, already having an offer from university.

Until 5AM 24.02.2022.

I had not a single class in my school since then.

I haven’t seen my friend group in 2 years.

I didn’t have my finals.

We did not have that vacation.

“Daughter, wake up. This old psychotic man attacked us. We are leaving.”

That was my first photo of the day, trying sarcastically keep myself normal. I remember that actual emptiness, reading my classmates texts about how their windows were shaking because of explosions, the sky was orange. They sent that video.

He called it “a special military operation”.

I collected random clothes, some hobby stuff just to keep my sanity, grabbed my pet, emptied my safety locker. I was scared that russians would intrude into our home and steal all my savings, so I throw away key to that lock. This key became my symbol of war, I have never found it even after return.

When I with my parents and pet got out of flat to car we heard for the very first time air raid siren. We would hear so many more of them, we would learn to differentiate them, but then we were confused.

It was my second photo. People were going away. Foot, cars, bicycles. I remember such a surreal picture. Some moms were carrying their toddlers, one woman was carrying a bucket of water with turtles, other people were carrying cages with parrots, with dogs, with cats, with exotic pets despite air raid siren, temperature, rain. Everyone was so confused and scared.

Few days later the road we were riding was occupied. Bridges destroyed. Factories burnt. Supermarkets demolished. Houses in ruins. Road in holes. On the side of the road burnt cars with “DO NOT TOUCH, POSSIBLY EXPLOSIVE”. That gut wrenching feeling seeing photos of dead bodies and recognising the place.

But back then it was still lively, not a road of death. I remember reading news then. First victims, first shelling. Invasion from East. Invasion from Kharkiv region. Invasion from Crimea. Invasion from Chernihiv. Invasion from Zhytomyr. And we were in Zhytomyr region at that moment. Explosions in Kyiv. The border was destroyed.

I felt nothing. Just emptiness.

This precious girl was keeping my head cool all the road. She was also scared and irritated, but she was so strong, such an amazing girl. I am so proud of her.

We were heading to my grandparents who lived closer to West Ukraine, so we would be safer. The road that takes usually just 4 hours but that time it took 13 hours. 13 hours of driving exhausted and nerved. We saw soldiers, trucks, jets, how barricades were built, signs were removed.

But we made it. We were lucky. Lucky to be alive, to have family alive and mostly close to West, further from russia. Even though, part of my extended family still was under occupation in Chernihiv region, suffering from such close border with belarus.

When we arrived, we were just silent. Then collected mattresses for shelter, asked grandpa to grab some patrol (we knew that they would definitely destroy reservoirs and literally next day the started doing that), and just fell asleep in something that we arrived in, being so scared.

That day I also cut ties with russian friend who I am shamed to admit having. He was proving me that this is just a military operation, no one would be harmed.

Then, arrived spring that I will never forget but at the same time never remember. I remember 10 people in one floor house. I remember the whistle of rocket that woke us up. I remember sirens. I remember news. I remember losing hope. I remember first photos after deoccupation of Kyiv region. I remember how forgotten friend of my dad suddenly called him saying that his city is fully destroyed, his neighbour right on his eyes was exploded attempting to get into the car and evacuate.

I remember my first mental breakdown. How I was crying in the darkness, but quietly so no one would notice.

We were able to return home three months later. But we are just lucky. Someone would never return. Someone is not even alive to see their home again. Someone’s home is forever destroyed.

I was lucky that I have secured my place at foreign university before war, but my whole family is still in Ukraine.

War is not over at all. 20% of Ukraine is occupied. So many displaced civilians, so many deaths. No one could even count, we do not have any access to bodies. Only way to identify is to deoccupy and find mass graves. No other means. Children are suffering from PTSD even in such a young age. Almost in every city, big or small, you would find graveyards covered in Ukrainian flag, grave of the soldier.

Maybe media does not talk that much of us, but it doesn’t mean that everything is alright. Avdiivka is destroyed, right now operation searching for people under debris of the civilian house after attack is undergoing.

And this is happening all the time.

Who was punished for Olenivka? Who was punished for destruction of Kakhovka Dam? Who was punished for all fully destroyed cities? Who was responsible for all that absolutely atrocious videos torturing Ukrainian soldiers?

Please, remember, Ukraine is still on fire. People are still dying. Soldiers cannot even counterattack because they do not have enough ammo, just for protection. Information war is also waging, sharing all that misinformation, Nazi narratives, russian propaganda.

Remember.

Help.

Share.

russia is a terrorist state.

Glory to Ukraine.

Glory to the Heroes.

[heich0e]

When Umemiya and Mom get married, do they give Kosuke a little brother or little sister?

i think ume and reader are happy with their family as it is, and feel content not to have any more kids together. kosuke is every bit a son to hajime. he loves him unconditionally, with his entire heart. you have the conversation of course, but both of you are in agreement. you're more than satisfied with what you have. exceedingly grateful for it. you can't imagine anything more.

hajime graduates with his degree and qualifications as a child psychologist, and he starts his career soon after. most of his work is clinical, but outside his normal clinical role he volunteers with the alternative care sector: helping out whenever he can in group homes and family homes—just like, and including, the one he was raised in.

he comes home late one day, almost a decade into your relationship, dishevelled and clearly exhausted. kosuke (13 now, getting taller each day, and going through the phase where he only wants to hide in his room and play video games) has already gone to bed for the night, and you're left curled up on the couch waiting up for your husband's return. when he walks through the door he comes right to you, falling to his knees before you on the living room floor and burying his face against your tummy as he wraps his arms around you and holds tight.

it takes him a moment, pressed up against you with his grip still firm, but he tells you about the two little girls he met through the child guidance centre that afternoon: 4 years old and the other not yet 1, biological sisters, orphaned and facing separation since the youngest requires an infant care facility that isn't able to accept older children. hajime tells you with a strain in his voice how even when the baby gets old enough to transition to a family home, there's no guarantee the two will ever be reunited.

hajime's job is hard—he's seen countless heart-wrenching cases like this over the years, but he always endeavours through it because he knows that's what he has to do to help. you've seen him be others' strength so many times, seen him bear that weight without complaint or waver, but you can see how this time it's eating away at him.

it doesn't happen overnight. there are long, difficult conversations that have to happen: some just between yourself and your husband, and some with your son. there are meetings held in strangely lifeless playrooms in transitional facilities, where you get to know the two girls. meetings where you come to understand why hajime was so wholly taken by them, and come to care for them in just the same way.

and then, however unexpectedly, your family—the one you thought was perfect just the way it was—grows; two little sprouts appearing overnight after a rainstorm, who get to blossom under your care.

you never expected to have another child, let alone two of them, and certainly never expected to be raising another baby—especially not at your age.

you never thought you'd get to see hajime up doing midnight feeds, or diaper changes, or wake up to him dozing beside you in your bed with a teething baby on his bare chest because it was the only way he could get her to sleep. never thought you'd see your husband learn how to braid hair, or play dolls, or paint tiny little toenails.

you never pictured kosuke as a big brother, or anticipated how naturally he would take to it; reading bedtime stories, wiping away tears, and putting pink plasters on scraped knees he then kisses better.

but hikari and himari came home, changed everything, and from that moment on you couldn't imagine your life without them.

[blackbloodedisabel]

PLS EXPLAIN THE ISTHER RESTRAINTS PELOPSSEEE

okiedokie

ok so. Isther's restraints are designed to be very very heavy to stop her ever escaping the big cave. they aren't magic (yet) just heavy. they are also designed to fit a 2 year old. how will 17 year old Isther overcome this?

welllll she won't for two years. this is why her wrists and tail are kinda fucked(?) in a way I have yet to conceptualise. ok. so for two years she's just kind of. lying on the ground because her restraints are too heavy to move and barnacles are growing on her restraints and she's being fed by the monster parasites and obviously. she's suffering. and one day 4 year old Isther has reached her absolute limit and the presence of the monsters she can feel around her isn't as comforting as it used to be and she lets out this quiet little sob using her Chorus. and idk how much I told you about how people bond with magic jewellery but. if you sing/scream/cry with any kind of strong emotion or intent while you are wearing a piece of magic jewellery you'll probably form a bond with it. aneeway. Isther's desperation and exhaustion are strong enough to bond her to her restraints (something something symbolism idk) which means a) their weight is being magically negated and she can move around okay and b) she can slightly shift the shape of the metal to be cover more of her arms/peduncle etc but allow space for her to grow. after this she can find food for herself and move around the cave and yaknow. bond with some of the monsters more or whatever. this lasts another 13 years until the questing group find her

it's worth remembering that while the weight of her restraints does not affect Isther, it does affect everyone else. this is why Io can't just physically push her off at the end of the story. Isther's restraints are toooo heavy lol rip.

in terms of what they look like they're (horizontally) thin, blackened/tarnished metal rings that cover most of her neck/wrists and peduncle. also they have barnacles and limpets on them idgaf that's not accurate ok.

[xitsen]

Came here because of the “They don’t deserve you” comic, staying because that wendigo fairytale AU looks SO GOOD IM SO EXCITED. I am in LOVE with Alastor’s design especially!! And Charlie looks super adorable. Any thoughts you’d like to share about the AU? If not that’s totally fine, no pressure. Looking forward to seeing more from you!

🥹♥️ Thank you.

And well uhh. 25 random facts?

1. Everything in this au(except flashbacks obviously) is going on nowadays!

2. Charlie, her family and Alastor don't really show up to people but if they do, the person usually doesn't make it alive haha.

3. Charlie never saw a human. She knows that she looks similar to humans but doesn't know how exactly.

4. Magne family and Al live deep in the forests which people from the nearest villages don't go to. Some of them(usually old people) are scared because of the disappearances in the forests, but others don't go there simply because of dangerous animals.

5. If you know something about the Appalachian mountains and their reputation... Well, I can say that the place where everything is going on has the same vibe.

6. I haven't decided yet if Vaggie, Angel, Husk and Niffty are alive or not. They may be mythical creatures as well.

7. Fauns are gods in this au but they're kinda cursed. Before the curse fauns could shapeshift to humans and have fun with them and also freely use some magic but now they... I would say they can't. They also have different powers but using them has some consequences so Charlie usually doesn't use them at all.

8. Fauns can't but Alastor can! He can shapeshift to his human form or to any other person. But for short periods.

9. To shapeshift as other person he needs to eat them =D

10. Alastor is hungry. And he's hungry for human flesh only. All the time. And that's his curse. He can't really control himself if he doesn't eat all the time. But he keeps an eye on his schedule lol.

11. To use any of his powers he has to eat more. For example, by default, he can be in human form for half an hour and for that, he needs to eat a full-grown adult. But if he wants more, he needs to eat more than that.

12. Alastor can mimic other people's voices. But again. He needs to eat them first.

13. Alastor has different strategies for hunting. It's really not common that people to go to the forest if they're not forced to do so. He can whistle, and call for help with the voices of people who he ate or with his own voice. If someone who he wants to attract is a relative to one of his victims he will shapeshift and pretend to be exhausted/wounded. And because no one has ever found the bodies of these people the relative will run to help.

14. Alastor usually doesn't touch children. Usually.

15. He also prefers to not touch police or people who look for disappeared people in big groups because it's useful for him to make people think that it's safe here if you're not alone.

16. He doesn't like dogs, dogs know where he is and it makes it harder for him to hunt.

17. He lives near his house at the swamp.

18. Sometimes Charlie steals apples. Well, she doesn't know that she does because in the forest everything belongs to everyone. But she loves to explore new places and sometimes steals people's food. That's actually how she met Alastor lol.

19. Charlie says that Alastor grows the best apples she has ever tasted. But he will never tell her his secret technic.

20. Alastor doesn't feel hunger for animal meat but sometimes just cooks for himself in his house.

21. When they first met Alastor tried to eat Charlie, lol. Even if they're kinda close now he still thinks about how she tastes. He thinks about it a lot.

22. Alastor doesn't have that big connection to his shadow as og Alastor does. They're... Not "friends" here. You'll see.

23. Charlie is about 25 in human years. And about 2000+ years in general. Alastor is about 35-40. But it has been years from the moment of his death. Or of the moment of his new life.

24. Alastor can't really die. His punishment is to exist forever with his sins and guilt about them. He doesn't regret it tho. Well. Usually, he doesn't.

25. Fauns don't age. Their body just stops at some point but this point is very random. And they don't die. That's their punishment as well.

That's all that i remember for now lol. Thank you for your interest!!

Here's a lil spoiler for Alastor's past comic ;>

[istherewifiinhell]

saw the post about blobjects again and just remembered even tho i dont REALLY crave like. Material goods as just STUFF to have (i like my digital collections just fine thank you) the most tf toy ever

imma call him baja blast hot rod

[ID: A redeco Hot Rod toy in blue tones, and made of entirely clear plastic. He's mostly a cyan colour, with some accents like his thighs and spoiler in a more greeny aqua, and his windshield and tires in a lighter/more translucent blue. He's got foil decals in the same aqua, and gold for his head lights and flame detailing (plus chrome on his engine block). Painted sliver face. 1. Standing in bot mode, 2. Car mode from above. 3. Group shot with other decos of the mold. (Red clear, dark red and chromed, dark red, and light red). 4. The car mode from a diagonal/high angle. showing some of the side, the tires, his triple exhausts. END]

images from seibertron.com

hot rod is one of those tf design i think is just undivisably perfect. tho unlike whirl my icon guy its not in a like. every design iteration every shitty toy way. it just his movie design is the prettiest boy ever. and i have STRONG opinions that they should make his key colour Fucking Pink Again we already have so many fucking red tfs cmooooonn.

[ID: 1. TF the movie (1986) Hot Rod, head shot profile, he's magenta pink with orange and yellow accents. 2. TF Cyberverse (2018), head shot front, he's bright red, orange and yellow accents. END]

[NO dissrespect to CV roddy as a design OR character. I love him so much. He's very pretty, and it is a GOOD red, I'm just saying. what if pink???]

For the blue razz tho, ill make the exception.

Now if I did want to actually possess this thing? Not even bringing that this a 13 year old a japanese exclusive from e-hobby, that came in a three pack. [from tfu.info] Okay. AND ON TOP OF THAT. All that clear plastic..... If you know toy people stuff you were probably already thinking it. I mentioned it as soon as I saw him even if don't KNOW this model has this issue. The shit is just really brittle, and ppl mention it enough on toy reviews that even I have a flinch response.

So uhhh all that said lets just do a quick search here. tfsource? out of stock, also. TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS. I found exactly ONE listing on ebay for the same. jesus.

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#5

Makes you wonder how Lila's even so likeable when all she does is brag about all her "achievments" and throws pity parties for herself for all the struggles she's had to overcome. Irl a person like her would be f*cking exhausting, and that's regardless of whether they would even be lying or not about their amazing life.

irl, people like that are some of the most despised people I've ever come across. I've had the immense displeasure of knowing several through my life and holy shit. the novelty wears off very, very quickly. especially when the person who makes everything about themself and their problems and their achievements and me me me all. the. time. never does anything for anyone else.

Lila never does anything beyond "wah help me or you're a bad person" and that does not ingratiate a lot of people to you. she makes everyone else carry her stuff, she doesn't hang out at group events, she doesn't invite anyone to her home, she doesn't organise outings, or take notes for anyone else, she doesn't even seem the type to wish anyone a happy birthday nevermind give them a card or present or cake! tack on the lying, which any ordinary 13/14 year old kid would be happy enough to demand proof for, and you have a classmate who is: unhelpful, selfish, self centered, annoying, and untrustworthy. like??

that's not even getting into the fact that, from the class' pov, Lila is flaunting her wealth and connections and making promises that are never delivered upon. regardless of whether or not she's lying that's pretty annoying and disappointing.

like, i get we're supposed to think Lila is some kind of genius manipulator but like?? she's no Azula, and even then, Azula was betrayed by the people closest to her so... even someone who has power and real manipulative skill and the capacity to follow through on her threats still could not remain ingratiated to her only friends forever.

and Lila? she doesn't have any power, or anyway to follow through with her threats other than with middle school bullying. her time in the spotlight is running out, and when it does she is gonna be the most hated kid in school.

252 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

#4

Speaking of time travel powers, here’s a few things that rabbits are commonly associated with to draw power from, instead of doing an alice in wonderland rip off.

Good luck. Lucky rabbit’s foot anyone? The Rabbit could activate a power where the recipient has unbelievable good luck for a short period.

Fertility/rebirth/spring time. Rebirth could easily work to give the Rabbit a healing power or some kind of restoration. Healing people from Akuma influence perhaps?

Being really, really fast. Kinda self-explanatory.

Alertness/watchfulness. Possibly a foil to the Fox, an ability to see through tricks and illusions.

This is literally like. From maybe 10 minutes of research and thought. And already I’ve got 4 powers and none of them are time travel. Time travel is the number one thing you want to avoid if you don’t want plot holes in your story. But yeah, sure, let’s just make the Rabbit have a power off of the white rabbit’s obsession with being late, sure. Soooooo clever. 🙄

278 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

#3

A continuation of this post :)

Ladybug wasn't usually this early to patrols, an unfortunate consequence of her busy lifestyle and general scatter brained tendencies. But today, she decided it was vital she was early. Patrol had consumed Marinette's mind all day, the events of last night shadowing her every thought, every action.

She couldn't believe Chat. The- the sheer entitlement of how he felt about her, the way he had treated a civilian who demanded an explanation, who demanded better. She’d taken the matter to Fu and he had been as horrified as she. Marinette had her orders, and though she resented the idea, she’d offered a compromise. Marinette would talk to Chat, and if he atoned, the punishment would be reduced. She could only hope Chat would admit his mistake, and come forth as his real self, as honest and kind and valiant. Chat’s actions last night left her reeling in disbelief.

But more than that she couldn't believe herself. To act out her frustration and anger on Chat it was so unlike her! And maybe she had overreacted a tiny bit... Chat worked really hard after all! He was always there when Ladybug needed saving, or when she needed a shoulder to cry on...or when... Ladybug dragged her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them. She couldn't really think of anything else Chat Noir did...but that didn't matter! He was her friend and her partner, it was out of line of her to confront him like that, no matter how she was feeling.

But the way he spoke to a civilian last night...a hero should know better. Ladybug shook herself. It wasn't productive to dwell on such thoughts. Chat Noir was her partner, maybe Marinette really was just acting like a brat.

"My Lady!" At the call Ladybug flipped her yoyo open and checked the time. Chat Noir was an entire hour early to patrol. She sighed. She envied how much spare time he had.

"Hello Kitty," Ladybug said. She unfolded her knees and leaned back, looking at Chat over her shoulder. "Are you always this early to patrol?"

Chat Noir sat lightly beside Ladybug, so close they were almost touching. She inched to the side. He followed.

"Of course M'lady! I'd never miss a moment of your company." Chat leaned in, eyelids lowered in a gaze Ladybug assumed was meant to be debonair. "And why does my dearest lady sit alone so early on this fine evening? Hoping to have some extra...Chat Noir time, perhaps?"

"I was hoping to speak to you, actually," Ladybug said. Chat perked up at that, his ears pricked and his tail curled into a heart. The sight would've been funny if she hadn't seen the way he spoke to her civilian self last night.

"Finally ready to confess your love? Let's do it with a kiss." Chat Noir puckered his lips, closed his eyes and leaned in so close Ladybug could see each individual eyelash, blond and pale against the black of his mask.

"Actually I wanted to talk to you about last night." Chat drew back, blinking open startled eyes. His lips were still puckered for a kiss. With the wide, gaping eyes and puckered lips, Ladybug found her partner looking rather more like a fish than a cat.

He recovered quick enough, adopting a toothy grin, running a hand through his hair like some kind of cartoon bad boy. "Oh really? Were you that impressed by my performance? Wait until you see how I perform on a date." Chat finished his declaration with a wink that was beginning to feel smarmy and Ladybug was fighting the urge to call it quits and go home.

"I mean, Chat, that I saw you and that civilian girl talking last night. After we fought Gigantitan," Ladybug said. She glanced at Chat through the corner of her eye, noting to herself the way his spine stiffened and his smile was bordering on pained looking.

"Oh, you know how fans are M'lady," he gave a flippant wave of his hand. "She declared her love to me and I tried, so hard to let her down gently, but she just reacted like a crazy person. Accusing me of all sorts of heinous lies, y'know."

This? This was Chat Noirs explanation? He just...just lied! Right to her face! He. Lied. Ladybug gripped her yoyo so tight that if it weren't magic, it surely would have shattered. She worked her jaw as Chat continued rambling, lying about the conversation as easy as breathing. God, and she thought Lila was bad.

"And, well, when that crazy girl started accusing me of being selfish when just moments before she was throwing herself at me, begging to be my girlfriend, well..." Chat Noir grinned and shrugged. "You have to tell those freaks exactly where to shove it, am I right?"

Ladybug's eye twitched. That. Was. It. Marinette hadn't been too hard on Chat Noir last night, not in the slightest! No, no Marinette was going to give Chat a piece of her mind. And Marinette thought Fu was being too hard on Chat! Well, Chat Noir won’t know what’s hit him by the time Ladybug is through with him.

But first.

"Why are you lying to me?" Chat went deathly silent. Ladybug had only murmured the question, but it still seemed to have the impact of an asteroid.

"Bugaboo, you know I would never lie to you! We're partners, would I ever, ever betray your trust by lying to you?" Chat pressed a hand to his chest and directed sad, teary eyes at her. Ladybug’s stomach twisted. She knew this was a bad idea, but it was too late to back down now.

"I was there, Chat, I heard every last word. And that girl never 'threw herself' at you. You're lying. You know I hate liars." Chat Noir lowered Ladybug with a look of condescending concern. It was familiar in a way that made her skin crawl, she had seen that same, patronising look time and time again but where?

Chat Noir tutted and flicked a stone off the ledge with a careless flair. "M'lady I think your ears are failing you, you misheard. That did happen. Maybe you should get your hearing checked. I know a great-"

"And there you go again!" Ladybug shouted. She stood, threw herself to her feet really. Her body trembled with every ounce of unbridled rage she was feeling. "You're still lying to me!" Chat Noir’s ears pinned back and he gaped up at her like she’d struck him.

Chat Noir stood slowly, eyes on Ladybug, and clamped his hands tight on her shoulders.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he murmured, voice welling sincerely. He gave Ladybug a gentle shake. “M’Lady, you’re acting like a crazy person, I have no idea what you’re talking about. You must be seeing and hearing things.”

Ladybug gaped at Chat Noir, turning his words over in her brain. She knew what happened last night, she was there. She slapped Chat Noir. Papa had held her while she cried, she stood there while Chat Noir told her, told a civilian that they should have stayed dead. He was just treating her like an idiot now.

Ladybug wrenched herself out of Chat Noir’s grip, lowering her hardest glare at his teary eyes.

“Chat Noir.” She took a deep, shaking breath to calm her nerves. “You have let your feelings for me take priority over your duty to the civilians of Paris. Your treatment of the Dupain-Cheng girl last night was abhorrent, no hero should ever tell a civilian that they should have been left to die. And above all else, you have the nerve to lie about it to my face.” Ladybug held her open palm out to Chat Noir. “The Guardian of the Miraculous agrees with me. You are no longer fit to hold a Miraculous, and are hereby ordered to surrender the ring of the Black Cat.”

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294 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

#2

It's bizarre that the deuteragonist (Adrien) has basically been replaced by his love rival (Luka), his ex-girlfriend (Kagami), and his ""antagonist"" (Felix). Like, they make the parallel better than the original. His "calming" attitude, his social "awkwardness," and his "justified" anger have all been done better as separate characters.

Literally!! The creators are doing absolutely everything they can to make Adrien the bestest person ever except actually. Write a character who is kind, awkward and brimming with righteous anger who happens to be called Adrien Agreste.

Felix has all the connections with Hawk Moth and Mayura, plus the initiative to investigate them 2 episodes into his career.

Kagami is the awkward rich kid fencing prodigy struggling to make friends.

Luka is the genuinely sweet and charming love interest with just a hint of mystery.

Everything we're told Adrien is, these three show us without fanfare.

306 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

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Adrien never puts any effort into his relationships with people. He's always handed things or having people do things for him. You have no idea how much I want the others to realize this and rethink their friendships with Adrien, but I know it's never gonna happen.

you said it, bestie. like, all relationships are a two-way street but Adrien's written in such a way that like, people adore him for doing fuck-all. like.

in Origins Nino becomes Adrien's bff because...............they sit next to each other.

Chloe chases after Adrien because he's rich and a model. neither of which are like. even within Adrien's control.

Marinette is obsessed with Adrien because he gave her a speech and an umbrella like, one time.

Kagami???? WHY does Kagami like Adrien? he is like wet bread. no backbone, no true drive or passion. because they're fencing partners??? that alone is not a solid basis for friendship, nevermind dating.

the rest of the class? they like Adrien because....he's Adrien.

like i'll give Gabriel and Emeilie a pass for their weird infatuation because that's kinda what parents are meant to be like (kinda). they're meant to love their kid no matter what (again Gabriel, kinda).

but friends? like Adrien's just floating through life all la-di-dah until he needs to cry about something and everyone rushes to comfort him because....The Script Said So. come on. what a weak-ass friend Adrien is.

when did Adrien ever plan Nino's birthday? or help with a party or a picnic? hell, he straight up ditched his friends in Glaciator because Maribug didn't want to go on a date. what kind of weak-sauce, limp-spined, lily-livered chump friend is that?

anyway Adrien ought to be a better friend or everyone else ought to move on to better pastures. but that will never happen because aDrIKinS iS PeRfECt

386 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

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Hi there, I'm really interested in your forum! Are email addresses kept private from staff and member? Thanks

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3 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

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Hello! Do you rp?

Hello!

This blog itself is not a roleplay blog. It's the social media account for a forum roleplaying website called Scripturient. So, yes, technically we do rp! Just not on Tumblr.

If you are in search of roleplay partners or a new place to roleplay and you are over the age of eighteen, you are more than welcome to join our community!

3 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

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Hey there! I’m absolutely interested in maybe trying to jump ship in the tumblr rpc, because I just can’t with them toxicity, the virtue signaling, I’m just so exhausted. I miss forum RP- anything I should know or the process of maybe joining you forum?

Hello!

We're sorry to hear you've been experiencing that. The only basic requirement for joining our site is that you are 18 years old or older. All we ask is that our members familiarize themselves with our rules. We do have a requirement that posts are tagged for potentially triggering content, which is detailed in our rules.

You can find help with navigating the site on our Help page if you need it and the staff's PMs are always open to assist. When you join, you'll receive a welcome PM with some links and suggestions of where to find partners on the forum, too!

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We hope to see you around the site soon!

5 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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Scripturient is a forum website for literate adult writers to roleplay together. It can be described as a multigenre, panfandom, sandbox site. There is no overarching setting or plot. Writers can create public or private roleplay threads in whatever universes/worlds/fandoms they like!

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13 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

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Scripturient: a mature literate forum roleplaying website

Scripturient is a forum website for literate adult writers to RP together.

🖋 18+

🖋 Places for both group and private roleplays

🖋 No minimum word count but there are literacy rules for roleplay posts

🖋 Mature content is allowed with a clear warning tags requirement

🖋 RP focused but with places to socialize and share writing outside of roleplays

Come be a part of our growing community!

17 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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Put Up or Shut Up

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Steve hadn’t been looking for love when he drove to Eddie’s, certainly hadn’t expected to find it in the shape of you perched on the soft couch with kohl rimmed eyes and chipped black nail polish, but maybe that’s what made it so special. | ft. “You’re really not together?” “No.” “You wouldn’t mind if I asked her out, then?” requested by anon.

Pairing: Steve x fem!Reader 

Warnings: Set in season 4 but no spoilers aside from Eddie/Hellfire’s existence. No physical description of reader other than dresses in black/alt style, Eddie’s the annoying best friend who is enjoying seeing Steve suffer (in a friendly way, of course), and, uh, I think that’s it?

Word Count: 6.1k

Stranger Things Masterlist 

“No, man, you gotta tilt the - here, let me help.”

Steve huffed, the sound exaggerated and infinitely exhausted, as Eddie - who’d been content criticizing the decorations from the sidelines instead of actually hanging them for the better part of an hour - pressed his cigarette into the ashtray and crossed the backyard to reach for a corner of the homemade banner.

The paper was filled entirely with a hodgepodge of drawings - the only ones with any sort of artistic merit belonged to Eddie and Will - all in celebration of you. It included scribbled messages, little well wishes and inside jokes, as well as a handful of stick figures drawn in your favorite colors. Eddie was right, it was mostly crooked, as were the other decorations Steve had strung up since stepping into his backyard, but Steve knew it would make your day.

A small part of him hoped you might tear up - happy tears, never sad, elated at the thought and love that went into making the day special for you - just so he would have a chance to pull you into an embrace. It would give him an excuse to hold on to you tight, to wrap you in his arms and keep you close as you attempted to keep the others from seeing your red-rimmed eyes, and as pathetic as it was, it was all he could think about as he tacked his edge of the banner a little higher up the fence.

Though silence was unusual for the both of them, a hush that Steve had learned to anticipate when left alone with Eddie befell them as they worked. Their friendship was still uncharted territory, not exactly uncomfortable but not quite established enough to be completely at ease as they were both so different.

It was built around a shared fondness for a group of outcast children - no longer children, teens, edging into that age they both recalled with a grimace as they anticipated the hell they would soon be put through - and had moments of understanding, moments they were completely on the same page, but Steve was often reminded that Eddie had the upper hand.

Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will all deemed Eddie significantly cooler than Steve - Max called them both losers, El liked both well enough - and Steve blamed it all on Eddie’s hair and metal and fondness for Dungeons and Dragons. Still, that was of little significance when something even more devastating was happening.

Somewhere between driving Dustin to Eddie’s for what the fourteen year old menace deemed to be the most incredibly important conversation of all time - it wasn’t, it was about a one-off campaign Dustin wanted to DM, with Eddie’s blessing - and Eddie crashing into Family Video in search of a new horror film with you in tow, Steve developed a crush on Eddie’s best friend.

That first trip to Eddie’s trailer was the first time you met - not really; Steve was reminded that you were in his graduating class, that you sat a row over from him in at least two classes, but he spent most of his high school career with his head so far up his own ass that it was a miracle he’d remembered anything at all. 

When Steve first saw you, you were perched on Eddie’s couch, dressed mostly in black and grinning as you watched Eddie and Dustin roughhouse in the living room. You looked markedly different than the last time he saw you - something he realized after taking a look through a high school yearbook when he couldn’t sleep, flipping pages until he came across a familiar face - but you still smiled at him, friendly in a way he hadn’t expected, and greeted him by name.

There was nothing there at first, other than an acknowledgement on Steve’s part that he found you attractive. Something about your look - messy eyeliner, dark nail polish, and silver rings all topped with a sunny smile - caught his eye in a way it never had before. The shorts and skirts you wore were different than the modest, muted tone pieces he’d seen you wear in high school and he could admit that he appreciated the change.

The more Steve was able to interact with you, however, the more smitten he became.

At first, your interactions were fleeting. Steve saw you with Eddie whenever he dropped Dustin off or picked him up, felt his heart beat just a little faster when you smiled at him and laughed every time you leaned in to share conspiratorial whispers about how the pair of you were being replaced by your respective friends. He saw you when you ventured into Family Video with Eddie, laughing as the metalhead sorted through the abysmally understocked horror shelf with a pout, before you seated yourself on the edge of the counter and asked about his day.

Slowly, and almost without his notice, you became a bigger part of his life. Dustin dragged Eddie - who, in turn, dragged you - into movie nights, all stuffed into the Wheeler’s basement or scattered around Steve’s living room. Robin invited you to swim with them, sat with you under the umbrellas on the deck and laughed as you watched the children gang up on him and Eddie. You began to wander into Family Video on your breaks from the music store across the street, usually with some kind of treat in hand for both him and Robin, just to spend a few moments with people your own age.

Steve imagined you all got along so well because you all lacked friends your own age - he had Robin, now he had you and Eddie - but he soon realized that he genuinely enjoyed getting to know you. It had nothing to do with wanting to expand his social circle beyond a group of children, he truly liked having you around. He enjoyed your company, soon realized that seeing you was the highlight of his days, and was almost upset when he realized that his initial observation that you were attractive had developed into a full-blown crush.

Initially, Steve tried to keep his crush to himself. It would go away - the feeling of liking someone again was novel, juvenile, something he hadn’t felt since Nancy, and he just needed time to get it out of his system, just as he had when he’d initially crushed on Robin - so there was no need to make things difficult. He was glad to have another friend, someone he could count on, and the more he was able to observe you and Eddie, the less likely he deemed it that you would be interested in him, anyway.

However, Steve’s poker face was dreadful, almost nonexistent, and the more time he spent with you, the more obvious his crush became to everyone.

Robin realized it first, not long after Steve did - a realization he felt certain was due to how difficult he found it to just be normal in your presence, how hard he found it to stop thinking about kissing you or holding your hand after he realized his feelings truly were less platonic and more romantic. She’d seen enough of his attempts at flirting over the course of their friendship to recognize the look in his eyes when you wandered in, could see the way his gaze followed your form as you flitted around the store, and was the one who broke the news to Steve that you were single.

Upon learning that you were just friends with Eddie - physically close, comfortable with one another, but just friends - Steve fell even harder and Robin resurrected her scoreboard from the dead. Each interaction with you seemed to earn Steve a tally mark on the ‘you suck’ side of the board but he decided he would take it, just so long as he was able to see you smile.

Eddie was next, slower to realize but able to catch each of Steve’s tells the moment he did, and was delighted by the turn of events. He wasn’t exactly fond of the idea of them together but he was amused beyond belief and made it his personal mission to irritate the hell out of Steve any time he had the chance. Eddie dropped hints so large they may as well have been anvils, hints that landed at your feet but never seemed to make you blink while Steve was constantly on the verge of an aneurysm.

The friendship you shared with Eddie was always physical - one of the reasons Steve initially assumed there was more than friendship between you - but he played it up any time you were in Steve’s presence, always keeping an arm around your waist or shoulders, and grinned each time Steve rolled his eyes.

If you noticed, you never said anything. Though, as time wore on, Steve began to imagine that you simply hadn’t realized. Like him, feelings weren’t exactly your thing - you joked that you sometimes felt like an alien, not quite in touch with them in a way so many other people were - and Steve knew that if anything were to happen between you, he would have to make a move.

And the more time you spent together, the harder it was for him to keep from acting on his feelings.

To everyone around you, it was obvious that you had more in common with Eddie. You shared the same taste in movies, music, books, hobbies; your sense of humor was the same, a little odd and a little sarcastic; you both looked like darkness incarnate, dressed mostly in black, but smiled more than nearly anyone else. Still, you and Steve complemented one another in a way that made his heart soar.

The pieces that were so different - the hobbies, the taste in music and movies and books, the general disposition - filled gaps that had evolved due to your respective comfort zones. Steve could count on you to introduce him to new things, things he would’ve never given a second thought otherwise, while he gave you a glimpse into more popular culture. You brightened his day, gave him reasons to smile that would’ve never occurred to him otherwise, while he encouraged the sarcastic streak he’d only seen you use with Eddie.

Time spent alone, together without Eddie or Robin or the kids, began to happen more often and Steve knew that he was fucked. He didn’t need to remember that he was throwing you a surprise birthday party, hidden away in his backyard with your best friend - with whom he had so very little in common, other than you and the friendship of a wayward teenager -, to be reminded of that.

Still, Eddie never passed up the opportunity to remind Steve of just how bad his crush had gotten.

“Y’know,” Eddie hummed, breaking the silence that had grown suffocating as they worked to string lights along the edge of the fence. “A pretty little birdie told me you like Bradbury.”

Steve wasn’t much of a reader - that was a fact most people knew - but you were and he could hear the implication in Eddie’s tone. A small part of him was elated that you talked about him, overjoyed that you’d talked about him to Eddie, potentially in the same way he talked to Robin about you, but the bigger part was embarrassed that he’d been caught.

The only reason he’d picked up a Bradbury book in the first place was because he was your favorite and Steve knew that was a fact Eddie also had tucked away in his memory. Eddie’s snicker made Steve roll his eyes, even as he felt an embarrassed heat creeping up his neck and settling in his cheeks. “I know this might surprise you, Munson,” he huffed, a little too defensive as he focused on tracking a strand of lights to the fence, “but I can read. I graduated, remember?”

“Ouch.” From the corner of his eye, Steve watched as Eddie recoiled dramatically and threw a hand to his chest. Ringed fingers clutched at the denim and leather, gasping all the while, and Steve sighed as he turned to face him. “Low blow, Harrington,” Eddie declared, though he was grinning as he spoke. “I’m just saying, I never took you for a contemporary American literature kinda guy, let alone a sci-fi kinda guy. I Sing the Body Electric! isn’t exactly a part of Hawkins High’s English curriculum.” Steve spared a glance at the worn paperback - sitting abandoned on the table, left where he’d tossed it the moment Eddie stepped into his backyard with a bagful of supplies - with yellowed pages and dogeared from his attempts to read through it, as Eddie snickered. “You’ve got it bad, man.”

Eddie was right - Steve knew that, had admitted it to himself - but he’d never dream of speaking that aloud. Eddie had enough ammunition as it was, could see right through Steve without him admitting what everyone already knew to be true. Instead of huffing something witty, snapping back with a quip that would make Eddie laugh, Steve turned his attention back to the remaining decorations.

“Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and help me get the lights up, dude. Everyone will be here soon.”

The party was a joint effort, something he and Eddie decided to do for you with little discussion, and he was glad this was where they’d ended up. As much as Steve loved spending time with you alone, he truly enjoyed seeing how seamlessly you fit into the group of misfits that he loved so much.

Though you were a relatively recent addition to his life, it seemed as if you’d always been a part of it and, as he waited for you to walk through the gate, he knew that he wanted you to continue being a part of it for as long as you’d have him.

Everyone loved you, a fact that was made evident by the effort they all put into helping prepare for the party, and he could practically feel the excitement as they all began trickling into the backyard. The kids had a gift for you - a walkie of your own, just like the one he’d been gifted only a year prior - and nearly blew the entire surprise the moment they heard your car pull into the driveway.

Robin had been charged with keeping you distracted, something Steve knew she would do well - though he’d questioned it when Eddie first proposed the idea, wondering if she would distract you so well she forgot about the party or accidentally let it slip - and stepped through the gate first. He could see the struggle to hide her smile, the way she lifted her hand to her mouth to cover her face, and would’ve rolled his eyes had you not followed so close behind.

The moment you stepped through the gate, the world around him disappeared. You were all he could focus on. The dress you wore was one of his favorites - a dark blue one, just a little shorter than most of the others in your closet, that was always accompanied by that denim jacket covered in patches and pins - and he was left to wonder if you’d worn it because Robin told you you’d see him later. Each time he saw you, he was struck by how beautiful you were; could feel it weighing on his chest, heavy and warm, and curling around his lungs in the most pleasant way.

In the flickering fairy lights and fading sunlight, Steve could see the warmth illuminate your eyes. Just at the sight of all your friends, before anyone could even yell surprise, he saw a burst of something fond and so grateful it almost hurt cross your face as your lips parted in surprise. And when the disjointed yell filled the night air, rang in his ears and settled heavy on his chest, he could see that he’d gotten his wish.

Even in the low light, it was obvious that you were blinking back tears - as tough as he considered you, as tough as everyone saw you, you had a marshmallow heart, easily dissolved by those around you, and it only made Steve fall harder - and Eddie was the first to reach out for you. Though he only held you for a moment, Steve felt anticipatory jitters fill his stomach as you turned to him with a watery smile.

Before he could so much as blink, you closed the gap and tossed your arms around his waist. Steve exhaled at the contact - relieved to feel your warmth bleeding through the layers of your dress - as his own arms wound around your shoulders. His hands pressed to your back, fingers dipping beneath denim to pull you in closer, and he laughed quietly as you buried your face in the cotton covering his chest.

“You’re gonna get makeup on my shirt, you crybaby.” The tease came out softer than he intended, a whisper into the breeze and so fond he knew there was no way you’d take it to heart, as his hands brushed along the expanse of your back. He’d let you ruin every shirt in his closet if it meant having you this close, though that went unsaid as your shoulders shook in quiet laughter.

“M’not sorry.” Though he couldn’t see your face, Steve could hear the grin in your voice - a little watery and just as fond as his own teasing had been - and laughed a little louder as you wrapped your arms tighter around his waist. He was grateful you couldn’t see him, couldn’t see the pink dusting along his cheeks or the red tips of his ears, as you whispered, “Thank you. This is really nice, Steve.”

Desperate to regulate the beat of his heart, calm it to a reasonable hum, and swallow the butterflies swarming in the pit of his stomach, Steve squeezed your shoulder. “It’d be a lot nicer if you took a look around, sweetheart. I decorated.”

Behind you, Eddie scoffed and reached for the pack of cigarettes stuffed into the pocket of his leather jacket. When Robin shot him a look - one Max and El mimicked and held with a conviction that made everyone else snicker - he huffed and returned them as he clarified, “We decorated, Harrington. It was a joint effort, man.”

Steve felt the shake of your shoulders as you laughed, the puff of your breath warming his skin even through the fabric of his shirt, and never wanted to release his hold on you. You fit perfectly in his arms, as if you were made special for him, and the warmth of your body pressed to his filled his chest with an ache he hadn’t felt in years.

Still, there was a party to be had and the knowing smiles of all of your friends made him roll his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure I wouldn’t have gotten anything done without your supervision, Munson.” Steve squeezed you once more, his fingers pressing into your hip as you laughed, before he released his hold on you and gently nudged you away. “Everyone helped with the banner. Go check it out so you can cry some more,” he ordered softly, grinning as he caught sight of your glittering eyes.

The smile on your face grew tenfold as you caught sight of the banner. It was unlike any Steve had seen from you before, so bright and happy that he’d gladly throw a thousand more parties just to see that smile again, and he couldn’t help but laugh as your eyes watered.

“I don’t expect gifts, but I hope someone got me a box of tissues. Talk about useful.” The joke earned a round of laughter - everyone was starting to realize just how soft you truly were, how easy it was to dissolve you into tears -  as the kids wandered closer to point out their contributions to the banner.

Though you weren’t looking at him, Steve still raised a brow as he leaned against the small table filled with the widest selection of junk food Bradley’s offered. “We were supposed to get gifts?”

Steve grinned as you shot him a look over your shoulder, eyes narrowed playfully, and watched as you shook your head. “You’re the worst, Harrington.”

“Only for you, babe.”

The conversation tapered off then, left with fond smiles shared across the back yard and faded into a buzz of overlapping chatter as the kids swarmed you. He caught bits and pieces as they began recounting details of their day - little moments that earned a comment from Eddie when they mentioned Hellfire or a teasing gasp from Robin when teenage drama became the topic at hand - and he watched fondly as you took it all in stride.

There were gifts, he’d made sure of that. The walkie was the biggest - all the kids chipped in and, when they fell a little short, he, Robin, and Eddie picked up the slack - but there were a handful of little parcels, all badly wrapped, stacked behind the piles of junk. Eddie got you a cassette, some metal band you both loved; Robin, a new bracelet from the thrift store you both frequented. Will painted you a beautiful nature scene, inspired by a photograph you’d taken, Dustin had worked with Eddie to build you your own Dungeons and Dragons manual, and Max refused to tell anyone what her gift was but Steve knew it was bound to make you tear up yet again.

An increasingly familiar warmth, one he only seemed to feel in your presence, settled in the hollow of his chest as he wandered over to a lounge chair. It nipped at his skin like the warmth of summer - fitting, given the scent of your perfume, the way it always reminded him of a warm summer day - and crumbled the remaining desire to try and hide his smile as he observed the scene at hand.

Like him, you had a small family. Your parents were around, always eager to welcome him, Eddie, Robin, and the children into their home, but no siblings and few close friends outside of the people inhabiting his backyard. You once confided that you found solace in the chaos, found it comforting to be confronted with the chatter of a handful of children and a few seemingly out of place young adults, and he swore that was the moment he knew his heart belonged to you.

“You’re staring, Harrington. It’s getting creepy.”

Eddie fell onto the lounge chair beside Steve, soda in one hand and a cigarette in the other, as the kids competed for your attention. You’d been talking to Max, spent most of your time listening as she filled your ears with words he’d never even attempt to guess, and Eddie pointedly kept his gaze on you - eyes following your every move, watching fondly as you moved to ruffle Dustin’s hair - while he glanced down at the Coke in his hands.

There was no way to pretend he hadn’t been caught - no way to pretend he hadn’t spent the last hour observing you, watching from a distance as you relished in the time you were spending with everyone - but this was a conversation they’d had a thousand times already. Eddie caught Steve staring, poked and prodded until Steve got annoyed, and ultimately ended up leaving with you instead of leaving you with him.

Tonight was going to be different, though.

Steve ignored Eddie’s observation, deemed it unworthy of a response, and instead turned to him with a concentrated frown. “You’re really not together, right? No feelings, no secret crush, nothing more than friendship?”

A question repeated a thousand times, asked one too many times to be excused as casual interest on Steve’s part, that never failed to make Eddie roll his eyes. He took a sip of his soda before he sighed. “No.”

It was a conversation they’d had a thousand times by now but that didn’t stop Steve from asking a question he knew the answer to. “Then, you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out?”

Eddie scoffed as he finally tilted his head to fix Steve with a look he couldn’t quite read. Eddie sized him up, eyes narrowed in a concentration Steve wasn’t exactly used to seeing from him, before he laughed. “I wouldn’t,” Eddie assured him, “but it’s not like you’re going to. You were going to ask her to see a movie. Then, you were going to ask her to go to the diner with you. Then, it was that museum in Indianapolis she kept talking about. We’ve had this conversation so many times, I think I can have it entirely by myself at this point, Harrington.”

Steve knew what Eddie meant. The conversation was routine at this point, something they both expected to happy nearly every time they occupied the same space, but he still huffed as he cut his eyes at Eddie. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Eddie declared, standing and poking an accusatory finger at Steve, “that it’s time for you to put up or shut up, Harrington. Ask her out or stop asking me the same questions. Not to be a dick, man, but everyone knows. If you’re serious, it’s time to do something about it.”

As Eddie walked away, wandering in the direction of the group - eager to claim the attention of the children and buy you a moment - Steve reminded himself that the touch love act was just that. He’d tried being nice, coaxing and encouraging, and Steve was grateful that Eddie hadn’t given up yet.

Though he could annoy him to no end, Eddie loved you and had grown on Steve in a way he’d never expected. He wanted the best for both of you, his best friend and the guy who - he begrudgingly admitted - made her happy, and Steve was grateful for the push as he watched Eddie nudge you in his direction with a raised brow.

Robin met Steve’s as you crossed the concrete deck, brows raised and the question of whether this would be the moment burning bright, but he ignored it - rolled his eyes, even as his cheeks flushed a warm pink - and let his attention role solely to you.

Before he could so much as blink, you settled into the chair Eddie occupied only moments earlier and tilted your head to grin at him. The night had gone dark around you all, the air had grown cooler, but in the twinkling string lights, Steve still marveled at the brightness of your eyes.

“Hi, stranger. I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.” You hadn’t - Steve knew that - and he was partially to blame. As much as he’d wanted to monopolize your time, spend the night celebrating by your side, he’d been selfish. There were so few moments he was given to just sit, to observe without fear of being caught, and he’d taken full advantage of the chance to watch as you floated around his backyard.

“The kids have been glued to your side. Think Henderson’s annoyed Eddie gave you an out.” From across the deck, Steve could see the suspicious look in Dustin’s eyes as he watched the interaction. As much as Dustin loved Steve - and Eddie - he’d lamented Steve’s crush on more than one occasion and made it clear that if Steve fucked up, there would be no help as he sought redemption. “They all love you. You know that, right?”

That knowledge wasn’t the most important thing in the world and it changed very little - there wasn’t much to be gained from the love of a group of teenagers you known less than a year - but Steve was grateful that you treated it as if it was.

The curve of your lips, a soft smile that you reserved for him, blinded him. Nothing else existed, nothing else compared, and he nearly missed the soft laugh that escaped as you tilted your head to glance at the group who’d since set their sights on Eddie. “If I didn’t before tonight, I totally do now.” He caught the way your eyes lingered on the small mountain of treasure, the few little trinkets you’d been gifted, and felt his skin heat despite the cool night air. “I’m gonna have to stuff the walkie under my bed to get some sleep, though, huh?”

It was a moment of levity, needed as the air suddenly began to feel a little too stifling, and Steve laughed. “Oh, yeah. Can’t tell you how many times Henderson’s radioed me in the middle of the night because he was bored. He spent thirty minutes talking to me about Suzie last week.”

“It’s sweet,” you cooed, grinning at him as you reached out to grasp his forearm. “Young love and all. Max has gotten to the point where she’ll say something about her and Lucas before she realizes what she’s said. It’s too much for my heart.”

Steve’s mouth felt a little too dry, full of cotton and words he imagined should remain unspoken, as your fingers trailed over the back of his hand. He had no idea what shapes you were tracing against his skin, couldn’t focus long enough to decipher them, but that didn’t matter when you glanced at him from beneath your lashes and smiled.

“Who would’ve thought,” he hummed, a little breathless and with far less bravado than he intended, “that the pretty metalhead would be such a hopeless romantic.”

“I wouldn’t call it hopeless,” you teased, grinning as your eyes met. “Hopeful, maybe. An optimist, despite the black clothes and metal. I don’t think you have much room to talk, though, Romeo.”

The thud of his heart against his ribcage sounded a little too loud, felt a little too hard, as you shifted closer. The creak of your lounge chair and the scruff of metal against concrete should’ve grated on his nerves but when you shuffled close enough for him to smell your shampoo, everything outside of you ceased to exist.

“No, I think I’m pretty hopeless,” he teased, light but self-deprecating in a way that made you frown.

“Steve.” The chiding was soft, lacking the necessary heat, but he still flipped his hand to brush his thumb across your palm in apology, anyway.

“You didn’t let me finish, babe.” He levels you with an unimpressed look, lacking any real disappointment, as you shake your head. “Hopeless, but a little optimistic, too, especially when it comes to love.”

“That why you keep going on all those dates?”

Weeks had passed since Steve had last gone on a date. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t really fathom the idea of going out with someone who wasn’t you. But, maybe you had a point. He’d gone on a thousand dates - not really, but that’s what it felt like some days - in search of love, someone to hold close and make laugh.

As his eyes returned to yours, bright and warm even in the dim light, Steve smiled. “Maybe, but I think I know what people meant when they said you find love where you’re not really looking for it.”

Steve hadn’t been looking for love when he drove to Eddie’s, certainly hadn’t expected to find it in the shape of you perched on the soft couch with kohl rimmed eyes and chipped black nail polish, but maybe that’s what made it so special. There was no forcing it, no expectations beyond getting to know someone he should’ve known a long time ago, and though Steve was terrified to fuck it all up, he hoped you’d give him the chance to explore the warmth filling his chest.

“You think you’ve found love?”

The raise of your brows was wary, cautious, but a little amused as your fingers drifted higher to trace the band of his watch. He wondered if you really had no idea, if you really couldn’t see the way he looked at you, especially when it seemed so fucking obvious to everyone else.

“I’m not sure.” His answer was syrup slow, nearly a whisper in the darkness as he glanced at you from beneath his lashes. “But maybe you could help me figure it out, let me take you on a date.”

Wide eyes, blinking slow and a little dazed, lingered for a moment as your lips parted in surprise. Steve could see the flicker of emotion as you processed his request but before he could grow nervous, afraid of what your response might be, your mouth turned up at the corners.

“Depends, Harrington. Where’re you takin’ me?”

Steve’s grin matched yours, a little blinding and a little giddy, as he shifted his body just enough to reach for the small box he’d hidden. “This was going to be the plan for our first date. It gave me a deadline,” he explained, only a little heat flooding his cheeks as he passed you the box, “but it’s in three weeks and I don’t think I can wait that long.  Maybe our first date can be at the diner, or the drive-in?” He missed the warmth of your hand immediately, wanted to chase it with his own, but knew that could wait as he studied you.

“The diner sounds nice, but so does the drive-in. Honestly, I think we could just sit in the park and I’d be happy to call that a date.” The honesty was not new - Steve expected blunt, soft but straight to the point - and felt a little dizzy as your words rang in his ears. “But now I’m curious.” He barely remembered the gift, a rectangular box that was lighter than anything else, until he heard your gasp. “Steve, holy shit.”

Two small pieces of paper - pieces he’d gone to Indianapolis to pick up, nervous all the while on the chance you turned him down - peeked out over tissue paper. They were tickets to see Tom Petty, an artist you both agreed on and listened to amicably in the solitude of his car, away from the teasing of Eddie and Robin and the kids, and he could see the glittering of your eyes as you raked a finger over the paper.

“It’s not metal,” he teased, grinning a little as he pressed his hand to your knee. “But I thought it could be fun. Neither of us have seen him so I figured we could make a day of it. Go to that museum and walk around the city a little, just to explore, before the concert. What d’you think?”

“I think I’m going to cry again. You gotta stop reducing me to tears, Harrington, s’not nice.”

“Not my fault you’ve got a marshmallow heart, babe. C’mere.”

Steve grinned, heart light and head fuzzy, as he pushed himself into a seated position on the lounge chair and held open his arms. With no hesitation, you closed the gap and settled on his lap with your arms thrown around his neck. He could feel your breath fan across his skin, sticky and warm and a little dizzying, as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo.

“Thank you, Steve. I’m so excited.” The words were muffled by his skin, spoken into his neck in a way that made him shiver, and he tightened his arms around your waist as he hummed. “Is tomorrow too soon for a date? I know we’ve both got to work but, you know, maybe after?”

“If I wasn’t worried the kids would trash my house, I’d take you out right now, babe.” He wanted to, would have were it not for the children shouting across the deck, but tomorrow would do. He’d waited months already, could wait less than twenty-four hours, and you seemed to be of the same opinion as you lifted your head to glance at the rowdy bunch as they cornered Eddie.

“That’s fair. Tomorrow, then. The diner, after work?”

When you looked at him like that, soft and sweet and so fucking pretty, Steve would’ve said yes to anything. So, he nodded. “It’s a date.”

As hard as he tried, Steve couldn’t keep the smile off his face the rest of the night. No matter where you went, it was never far and his hand rarely left yours. He was grateful that the teasing had been staved off - likely a kindness granted for your birthday, one that wouldn’t be extended beyond the night - but knew he wouldn’t be so lucky when you were out of earshot.

The next morning, when Steve wandered into Family Video with a spring in his step and a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes, he was met with the sight of Robin standing behind the counter. She held her board in one hand and a marker in the other. When he raised a brow, she drew a single tally under the ‘You Rule’ heading.

“Way to go, dingus. You got the girl.”

Steve Harrington got the girl and he was going to do all he could to keep you.

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Author’s Note: I’m playing softball for the first time in like ten years and I think I have heat stroke, send help. Or Steve. Either one works. I always get so nervous to write Steve. I feel like he’s so ooc. Ugh. I’m trying my best, I promise.

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“The horror, the exhaustion, the inhuman indifference to life and constant exposure to the language of hatred left their mark. Combined with the complete absence of food they also produced, in the Ukrainian coutryside, a very rare form of madness: by the late spring and summer, cannibalism was widespread. Even more extraordinarily, its existence was no secret, not in Kharkiv, Kyiv, or Moscow.

Many survivors witnessed either cannibalism or, far more often, necrophagy, the consumption of corpses of people who had died of starvation. But although the phenomenon was widespread, it never became "normal," and - despite the assertion by the machine tractor station official that people were unaffected by cannibalism - it was rarely treated with indifference. Memories of cannibalism often divide between those who heard stories of it having taken place in other distant villages and those who recall actual incidents. The former, distant in either time or space, do sometimes describe cannibalism as having become "ordinary.” Ten years after the famine, a traveller in Nazi-occupied Ukraine claimed to have met "men and women who were openly said to have eaten people ... the population considers such cases the result of extreme need, without condemning them." A report from the head of the OGPU in Kyiv province to his superiors in the Ukrainian CPU also mentions cannibalism becoming a "habit." In some villages, "the view that it is possible to consume human meat grows stronger every day. This opinion spreads especially among hungry and swollen children." (page 256)

“For all of these reasons, estimates of the numbers of dead have in the past ranged widely, from a few tens of thousands to 2 million, 7 million or even 10 million. But in recent years a team of Ukrainian demographers have looked again at the numbers that were tabulated at the district and provincial level, then passed on to Kharkiv and Moscow, and have come up with better answers. Arguing that "there was some falsification of cause of death in death certificates, but the number of registered deaths was not tampered with,” they have sought to establish reliable numbers of "excess deaths," meaning the number of people who died above an expected average. They have also looked at “lost births," or the numbers of births that did not occur, by comparison to what would have been expected, because of the famine.' Thanks to their work, agreement is now coalescing around two numbers: 3.9 million excess deaths, or direct losses, and 0.6 million lost births, or indirect losses. That brings the total number of missing Ukrainians to 4.5 million. These figures include all victims, wherever they died - by the roadside, in prison, in orphanages - and are based on the numbers of people in Ukraine before the famine and afterwards.

The total population of the republic at that time was about 31 million people. The direct losses amounted to about 13 per cent of that number. The vast majority of casualties were in the countryside: of the 3.9 million excess deaths, 3.5 million were rural and 400,000 urban. More than 90 per cent of the deaths took place in 1933, and most of those in the first half of the year, with the highest numbers of casualties in May, June and July.

But within those numbers, there are other stories. For one, the statistics show a sharp and notable drop in life expectancy over 1932-4, across a wide range of groups. Before 1932, urban men had a life expectancy at birth of 40 to 46 years, and urban women 47 to 52 years. Rural men had a life expectancy of 42 to 44 years, and rural women 45 to 48 years.

By contrast, Ukrainian men born in 1932, in either the city or countryside, had an average life expectancy of about 30. Women born in that year could expect to live on average to 40. For those born in 1933, the numbers are even starker. Females born in Ukraine in that year lived, on average, to be eight years old. Males born in 1933 could expect to live to the age of five. These extreme statistics reflect, simply, the very high death rates in that year of children.” (pages 279, 280)

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

India Lima Yankee - Chapter 10

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2564

Warnings: Terminal illness (brief but there)

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when her Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: As Long As You Love Me Beautiful Soul

Chapters: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11 Chp 12 Chp 13 Chp 14 Chp 15 Chp 16 Chp 17 Chp 18 Chp 19 Chp 20 Chp 21 Chp 22 Chp 23

Rooster

Maverick continued to push them all to the brink of their limits and sanity. Rooster, in particular, found himself more and more aggravated. It didn't help to overhear Hangman on the phone with Juliette briefly. Rooster couldn't determine what they were talking about, but then again, he probably didn't want to. The two of them seemed drawn to each other. Even after his and Hangman's near-fight in the bar, Juliette still gave Jake a second chance after what seemed like a heated discussion at the bar. It'd even ended up with Hangman giving her a kiss goodbye. Rooster had had to push down the bile rising in his throat at the sight.

At the end of training, Rooster had full intentions of heading to the Hard Deck with the others until he received a text from the last person he ever expected.

 Admiral Kazansky.

That's how he ended up on the front porch of the old, familiar household where he used to spend so much time, some of which the adults never knew about. Rooster remembered Juliette, after he would get into a fight, sneaking him up into her room via the oak tree that still stood strong and steady next to his ex's childhood bedroom window. It was during one of those nights that they'd finally confessed their feelings for each other, and the rest was history until the day he walked out on her in a state of rage and damaged pride.

Taking a deep breath, Rooster knocked politely on the door. Sarah Kazansky opened it a few moments later, her eyes lighting up with joy at the sight of him. "Bradley! It's so good to see you, honey!"

She pulled him into a hug, and Bradley forgot how much he missed her. Sarah had become like a second mother to him, especially when his own passed away. He never said goodbye to her, just like he'd never said goodbye to any of the Kazanskys when he and Juliette broke up. He cut them out of his life like they were nothing after they'd treated him like one of their own, and he couldn't fathom how they could let him back into their life after that with grace and smiles. Then again, they were the Kazanskys. They were the epitome of class, strength, and family. No matter what happened, they were always there for each other and those they considered family. Rooster once found himself included in that group, but he'd forfeited his rights when he abandoned them.

"It's good to see you too, ma'am," Rooster managed to reply, swallowing his rising guilt.

"What are you doing here?" Sarah inquired, moving aside so he could enter the house. "If you're looking for Juliette, she's still at work, but she should be home shortly."

"I'm actually here to see Admiral Kazansky. He messaged me earlier."

Sarah nodded. "Very well. Follow me."

She led Rooster down the familiar hallway. Not much had changed other than a few more photos being added to the wall of memory lane, including one of Juliette at her graduation. She looked stunning in a dark blue and white dress, the nautical style no doubt a nod to her father's profession. Still, he could see through her bright smile the exhaustion in her eyes, easily missed by those who didn't know her. Next to her, Admiral Kazansky smiled alongside her, appearing equally tired and much skinnier than Rooster remembered, almost like he was sick.

"Honey, Rooster is here to see you," Sarah announced. No response came from inside the office other than a gravelly cough, but she moved aside and motioned for the young aviator to enter. Rooster obeyed, and the moment he stepped inside the highly-decorated Admiral's office, his heart dropped to his stomach. Rooster had been right about Iceman looking sick in the photos. The sight reminded him too much of his mother's illness and rapid decline. A knot of grief and terror that hadn't made its presence known in years reared its ugly head at the idea of the untouchable Iceman being afflicted by an illness. Other than wondering what could be wrong with the Admiral, Rooster wondered how Juliette was handling the diagnosis, whatever it was. 

Iceman sat in his desk chair, flanked by two German Shepherds. They lifted their heads at the sight of Rooster but, judging him not to be a threat, lay back down.

Iceman stood up with effort, and Bradley moved to assist. The Admiral let him, holding onto Rooster with weak hands. However, the smile that graced his face told Bradley that Iceman still had spirit left in him, that whatever sickness he had hadn't taken all of him yet. The men sat down, and all Bradley could think of to ask was, "Sir, what happened?"

Iceman turned to the computer and typed out an answer. Throat cancer.

Rooster leaned back in his chair, letting the words sink in. Nothing he could say seemed to suffice for the gravity of the situation. An assault of memories flooded Bradley's mind of his mom's cancer, and suddenly, he felt like he was eighteen years old again being given the horrible news. Rooster thought he sounded like a child when he asked, "H-how bad is it, sir? Do you still have it?"

Ice nodded solemnly and typed another answer on the computer. It's terminal. There is nothing else doctors can do.

"Is there anything I can do to help, sir?"

Allow me to apologize.

"Apologize for what?"

For pulling your papers. It was at the request of a dear friend and brother.

Rooster sank into his chair. Deep down, he always assumed Iceman had some part in what happened. After all, Maverick would've needed help pulling Rooster's papers from the academy, and no other person in the Navy would've helped him do that except for Iceman, considering how many superiors Maverick had pissed off in his career. Rooster had let the idea fade because he was with Juliette, and he'd already lost his dad, mom, and Maverick by that point. He couldn't leave Juliette because of something her dad may or may not have done and lose her in the process too. Of course, he'd lost her anyway…

"How many favors did he call in to have my papers pulled?" Rooster asked, the question suddenly nagging at them.

All of them.

The answer gave Rooster mixed feelings. He understood Maverick had been terrified to lose him and would've done anything to prevent losing Rooster like he had Goose. Calling in all the favors, he had proved as such. On the other hand, Maverick's decision set Rooster back four years in his dreams. That was hard to forgive. Still, although Bradley wanted to be angry and upset, he was emotionally drained from his frustrations with Maverick and his useless pining for Juliette. He couldn't argue with Ice too, nor did he want to, especially with him being ill. "You were helping a friend, sir, and you apologizing is more than Maverick ever did. I appreciate it."

Thank you. I know you have not forgiven Maverick for what he did, but listen and learn from him. Accept what he has to teach you. It will mean the difference between life and death on this mission.

Rooster nodded, unwilling to accept Iceman's words, even though he wholeheartedly knew them to be true. Like Juliette, seeing Maverick after all this time hurt. As much as Rooster hated him for pulling his papers, he missed the man who had filled his father's footsteps. He'd been there for as many major milestones as possible, no matter how far the job took him. Rooster dreamed of being like Maverick since he was a kid, and he still wanted to be, a truth he couldn't voice aloud. Not yet.

Iceman patted Rooster's leg affectionately as if he could hear precisely the thoughts running through the aviator's mind. He then turned to his computer and typed out: One more thing. How are you and Jules?

"It's been tense," Rooster admitted, his heart tightening with the memories of the past couple of days. "It's hard when she hangs out with the same people I call my friends, not to mention she's kind of seeing Hangman, I guess, but I can tell she wants space from me, so I keep my distance from her."

I know you're upset with her, but-

"I'm not. Not anymore. Honestly, I forgave her not long after we broke up. What happened wasn't her fault, and there was nothing she could've done to stop Maverick even if she wanted to."

Does she know this?

Rooster shook his head. "No, sir, and I don't think it'd make a difference now even if she did."

You won't know unless you tell her. 

"She would have to be willing to listen to me, and-"

A knock interrupted them, and Sarah poked her head in. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Rooster, what would you like to drink for dinner?"

"Oh, I'm not-"

"Honey, you didn't think Ice would invite you over at dinner time without having you stay for it, did you? Now, what would you like to drink."

Rooster smiled gratefully, although his nerves were going haywire. Juliette would undoubtedly be eating with them, and he didn't deserve to be treated like family when he'd left them hanging out to dry like Hangman did to his wingmen. "A beer, ma'am. Any kind is fine."

Sarah nodded and left the two men. Iceman pushed himself up, and Rooster stood with him. Keeping a watchful eye on the Admiral, afraid he might fall or need assistance in his frail state, Rooster escorted him to the kitchen. There, he discovered it wasn't just the three of them. Juliette wasn't home yet, but her older brother, Jack, and his wife, Lillian, moved around the kitchen helping Sarah.

"Well, I'll be damned," Jack said, grinning from ear to ear. "Rooster!"

"Hey, Whiteout," Bradley replied, shaking the man's hand and giving Lillian a hug. "Long time no see."

"It's been ages, brother. How've you been?"

"Good. Yourself?"

"Good, good. Have a surprise for you, by the way. Hey! Tommy and Liam, get in here!"

Two identical little kids, no older than five or six, barreled into the kitchen at full speed and into their father's arms. With ease, he scooped them up and said, "Rooster, meet my twin sons, Tommy and Liam. Boys, this is Bradley Bradshaw, a.k.a. Rooster, a.k.a. Brad-squared. Say hi!"

"Hey, there boys," Rooster greeted, holding his hands for them to high-five. They gave him a gentle slap, but he pretended to be knocked backward by the strength. "Oh my God, look how strong you two are! Your parents are going to have their hands full with you!"

The boys giggled, but their eyes lit up at the sight of something behind the aviator. At the top of their lungs, they screeched, "Jules!" Jack barely managed to kneel down before the twins leaped out of his arms and into Juliette's. She wore a sleeveless Navy blue business dress and white peep-toe stilettos. She looked stunning, but all compliments lodged themselves in Rooster's throat. He doubted he could say any of them without sounding like a love-struck, love-sick puppy.

"There's my favorite nephews!" she exclaimed, enveloping them in a hug. Like her brother, she scooped them up with practiced ease, holding them as if they weighed nothing. "You two want to take Raptor and Lightning out for me?"

"Yeah!" The boys exclaimed, struggling to be set down. They called for the two Germans to follow them, and Rooster watched them bolt out the back door. Sarah and Iceman watched them from the kitchen window, the latter resting his chin on his wife's shoulder.

"Hey, Jules?" Whiteout called over his shoulder while he pulled the roast chicken from the oven. "Could you go grab the remaining groceries from my car? You might need to make two trips."

"I'll help," Rooster offered, knowing Juliette wouldn't refuse the assistance in front of everyone. He needed to inform her that he hadn't intended to stay, to be here when she got home. Juliette desired distance between them, and Bradley wanted to respect her wishes. He followed her outside to Whiteout's Tahoe, and, as Juliette opened the trunk, he said softly, "I didn't know I'd be staying for dinner. Your dad asked me to come over and-"

"I know," Juliette interrupted, sliding a couple of grocery bags over her arms. She straightened and looked up at him. "Mom texted me before I got home that you'd be joining us."

"I'm sorry. I know you want me to keep my distance from you. I'll leave as soon as I can without seeming rude."

Juliette's brow furrowed. "Bradley, that's not- when I said I'd keep my distance, I didn't mean I wanted you to-"

"Jules!" Tommy (or was it Liam?) announced loudly as he sprinted over to them with the two German Shepherds on his heels. "They peed and pooped!"

Juliette raised her eyebrow at them. "And did you two pick it up like you're supposed to?"

"Liam did! He's washing it off his hands now!"

"Oh, God…" Juliette briefly squeezed her eyes shut in grim acceptance. "You did use bags, right?"

"Yeah, but the bag broke, and we didn't have another one, so we-"

"Okay, rule number seventy-eight with the dogs: if the poop bag breaks, we don't pick it up with our hands. We go tell the closest adult so they can get you another one, okay?"

Tommy nodded, but Rooster somehow doubted this would be the last time it happened as he watched the kid sprint back inside the house.

"Believe it or not, they're the tame ones," Juliette remarked, closing the trunk. "Their older brother, Mitchell, has grown into an absolute menace. He's either going to be a spy or a criminal, and there will be no in between."

Rooster chuckled, taking two of the bags from her. "I remember him being a terror. Are there any more groceries?"

"Not that I could see. I don't know why my brother thought this would be two trips."

"Hey, uh, what were you about to say earlier? Before we were interrupted by poop hands?" Rooster asked, trying to throw a little humor into the question to lessen any potential awkwardness that came along with it.

"I think my answer will cause a much longer discussion than what we have time for before dinner," Juliette replied, shifting the bags in her hand. "We can finish the conversation later, though, if you want? If it's not too late when we finish dinner?"

"Yeah, just let me know when you're ready." Rooster looked over at the old oak outside Juliette's old bedroom. "At least you don't have to sneak me in and out anymore when we want to have a conversation at night."

A sly, reminiscent smile flickered on her face, and for a few brief moments, the past disappeared between them. Rooster saw the old adoration in her eyes when Juliette stared up at him, the look he'd been dying for her to give him since their surprise reunion a couple of days ago at the Hard Deck, the look he'd only seen her give Hangman so far. Maybe, just maybe, Rooster still had a chance with her, as slim as it may be.

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[ev-cupcake]

This is my first fanfic. Do I know what I’m doing? No. Did I stay on theme? Not very well. Does this make any sense? Nope.

Jasonette July day 1 AIM

Society has been giving us targets for most of our lives.

High grades.

A stable future

A healthy lifestyle

Good looks”

The list goes on. But sometimes, some people, are given a much more serious target:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, was one of those people in one of those times. When she was 13 years old the universe gave her a new target: Victory. Victory, against an emotional terrorist. Victory, against a foe who was more skilled and more prepared than she was. Victory, against something worse than this poor child had ever even thought possible.

Gabriel was defeated after 4 years of war. And the peacock Miraculous was reclaimed. But Nooroo was lost. Ladybug and chat Noir have continued to patrol to assure Paris that they will be there when the danger returns.

Now a 20 year old Marinette alongside her partner (aka brother) faces the same target she faced years ago, but now, hopefully, she has better aim.

*****

“When doing archery there are a few things you need to know:

1- Check your stance, you need a firm foundation.

2- Relax your shoulders, if you’re too stiff you can’t make the proper minuscule adjustments.”

“You just said I needed to be firm?”

“There is a difference between being firm and being stiff.

3- be aware of your surroundings but don’t focus on them, there are a million factors that can affect your aim but they shouldn’t distract you.

4- if the target is moving don’t aim at where it is, aim at where it will be…”

Red hood zoned out as Arsenal explained archery to an over excited street kid. They had just finished patrolling when a small group of kids called them over. They figured they had a few minutes spare so they stopped. Hood wasn’t surprised that they seemed more interested in Arsenal than in him, after all hood wasn’t as familiar to the kids in star city as he was in Gotham, but he still felt a little bit salty about it. So he interjected.

“You know most of those hints apply to using a gun too.”

“Hood, we are not teaching children how to use guns!”

Arsenal shot him down before he could really interfere.

“Yeah yeah. Ok.” Hood looked at the kids and smiled, under his helmet, at seeing their excitement. After a few more minutes they had to head back to base (Roy’s apartment). Just as they were leaving hood turned back to the kids:

“If y’all ever need food, there’s a place three blocks down on the corner of 3rd street that hands out their leftovers to kids after they close.”

He saw the younger ones perk up at his words, but the older kids looked skeptical. It broke his heart that kids so young had to be so wary of the world around them. After assuring them it was safe, more than once the kids seemed more open to the idea. With that done they headed off.

They landed on Roy’s fire escape as quietly as they could, Lian should still be asleep since she had an exhausting day at the park yesterday. They clambered inside to find her on the couch facing them, only half asleep.

Roy walked over and picked her up. “What are you doing out here sweetie? You should be in your room.”

She looked up at him with tired eyes. “I wanted to s’prise you”

“Yeah ok Princess.”

Jason lounged on the couch and plopped his helmet on the coffee table as Roy took Lian back to bed. “G’night pumpkin!” He said just as they left the room. There was a barely audible response of “g’night uncle J.” Before the door closed.

A few minutes and a sleeping child later, Roy flopped next his best friend on the couch. “So… how long are you going to be in town?”

Jason groaned and leaned his head farther back. “Not much longer. B neads me in Paris to check out strange activity because, APPARENTLY, everyone else is busy.”

“It can’t be THAT ba, can it? You’re going to Paris.”

“You can come with you know, I’m sure Lian would love to visit Paris.”

“Yeah, no can do. She’s in school, remember?”

“Worth a shot.”

“Do you know what you’re dealing with or is ‘strange activity’ all you’re working with”

“The only info I have is that Tim found a website about some sort of butterfly villain in Paris but before he could get more information the site ceased to exist.”

“Hang on, did, did you say butterfly villain?” Roy said barely holding back laughter.

“ absurd isn’t? B isn’t really concerned but he wants me to check it out ‘just in case’ the paranoid b…”

“Language.” Roy cut him off.

“She’s asleep she won’t hear me.”

After a small glare from Roy he just slouches farther. “Fine. Anyway now I have to go babysit some fairy tale because Bruce has paranoia.”

“Like I said, it can’t be that bad. Just think of it as a much needed vacation.”

“You know what? Yeah! I’m gonna go enjoy myself. It’s not like this is worse than dying.”

*****

This was worse than dying. Ladybug should know. She’d died many times before. But this…

The new hawk moth is worse than the last one. Gabriel only weaponized surface level emotions, but this guy? His latest akuma victim was someone suffering from PTSD. Paris turned into an all out minefield for 3 hours. Sure ladybug had seen a lot of death the last time but it was never this bloody. Ladybug felt the weight of her lucky charm in her hand. She had never received a firearm before. She hoped tikki’s luck would guide her in this. She took aim and let out a small prayer before she pulled the trigger. As soon as she let go she was knocked to the side by some flying debris. When she got up she saw that the bullet had shot straight through the crowbar that was swinging at the victim's side. She spotted the white butterfly and did her basic catch and release. Ladybug looked out over her city with tears in her eyes, and, with an arm that she was sure was broken, she managed to toss a polka dotted gun into the air. She felt it as the pink mass flew through her and her city providing healing and warmth. She envied those that had died first. They hadn’t had to watch everyone around them die. It felt wrong to envy them. It’s not as if their experience was a good one. But she did. She also blamed herself for what everyone was going through. If only she had done her job and found the butterfly miraculous the first time around. But there was no changing that now. For now she searched the scene with her eyes for her pseudo brother. She soon spotted chat as he slowly stood. He looked at her and nodded. They both walked towards the victim. The job wasn’t done yet.

“It’s ok sir. You’re all right. What’s your name?”

“Jason Todd”

[beybladefanboy]

A brief review of every Beyblade Metal Masters episode

Gonna try and keep these briefer than the Fusion ones were though I can’t make any promises once we get into the meatier episodes.

Episode 1: Seeking the Legend 8/10

Gingka seeking out the new Pegasus is a fun little adventure and the scene where he actually contacts and claims Pegasus is honestly epic. It’s a really good way to start a season. Masamune’s stuff… well I don’t like Masamune but I admit his introduction is well done.

Episode 2: The Persistent Challenger 7/10

Masamune is a stalker in this episode. There are too many stalkers in this show. Also Gingka gains complete control over Galaxy Pegasus way too quickly. It takes one scene and suddenly all of Gingka’s struggles become working with a group rather than with a new bey. Him not being used to his new Pegasus is only brought up one other time after this. Kenta is great here at least.

Episode 3: A New Challenge 6/10

Masamune and Gingka honestly exhaust me. There’s a couple funny moments but we’re three episodes in and I’m already tired of their bickering. Mei Mei and Chi-Yun are good new characters though, even if I don’t like Chi-Yun.

Episode 4: Ticket to the World 7.5/10

Kenta not making it to the world tournament was bad writing. Besides that, this episode is actually very entertaining. Lotta fun little battles and funny moments.

Episode 5: Fierce Battle! Leone VS Eagle 9/10

Kyoya learned from his battle with Ryuga. He creates rubble to use in his tornado and make it stronger and use against the opponent. Also this battle is freaking epic. It starts the best plot in Masters and is just Kyoya and Tsubasa being total badasses.

Episode 6: Soar Into the World 7.5/10

Tsubasa vs Yu is a good battle and then Gingka has a mini depression episode which is… fine. Cute episode.

Episode 7: The Beylin Temple in the Sky 7.5/10

I don’t know why Daxiang was so entertaining on this rewatch but he was. He is genuinely introduced well but he also just makes me laugh. Also Masamune has a rare smart moment in this episode.

Episode 8: The Third Man 6.5/10

I don’t like Chao Xin or Masamune. So no thanks to this one. It’s not a bad episode, it sets up the first battle well, I’m just not into it.

Episode 9: The World Championships Begin! 7/10

Okay this was actually pretty cool. I feel like the sequence of Masamune’s arc feels out of order for some weird reason but the battle of this episode is still good.

Episode 10: Lacerta’s Will 7.5/10

I want to punt Chi Yun across the stadium. What is his problem?! I know Tsubasa had to be driven to the point where he goes dark mode but come on. That being said, the scene where he does snap gave me chills so this episode has that going for it.

Episode 11: The 4000 Year Old Secret 7/10

This battle’s fine. A little lukewarm honestly, especially after the last one but not boring.

Episode 12: The Bey with a Hero’s Name 5/10

Why establish an entire team just to have them defeated in one episode and completely forgotten? That’s… that’s boring. These guys are boring. Also while I do like Julian, god do I hate the whole, “yeah I can rotate both ways because I’m rich” nonsense. In one fell swoop, it makes reverse rotation, something that was previously a huge deal and was the mark of evil, into just some silly quirk. It’s one of the worst things the series has done overall.

Episode 13: The Wintry Land of Russia 6.5/10

This whole episode is the characters chilling on a train and… it’s honestly fine. Madoka falling for the first intelligent person she’s ever seen in her life is pretty amusing and Lera… would’ve been a great character if she’d actually been used properly.

Episode 14: How Grand! The Cage Match 6.5/10

Gingka has no arc this season but he has a bunch of tiny character moments scattered throughout the season, with this being one of them. It’s an okay battle, with an obvious conclusion (both Gingka winning and the way he wins).

Episode 15: Libra Departs for the Front 7/10

Okay seeing Yu battle is really nice and the way he wins is fun. I don’t really have any complaints about this one, I just like other episodes more.

Episode 16: The Festival of Warriors 7.5/10

Gingka, Masamune, and Yu are so disrespectful in this episode, I don’t think they get into enough trouble for the stunt they pulled here. Sophie and Wales are awesome though.

Episode 17: We Meet Again! Wang Fu Zhong 5/10

This episode doesn’t do anything objectively wrong, unless you count wasting time on the teamwork theme that honestly goes nowhere this season and just annoying the crap out of me. I’m sure the bickering is supposed to be funny, and there’s some moments here and there but overall, this episode honestly feels like a waste of time.

Episode 18: The Scorching Hot Lion 9/10

This episode is such a breath of fresh air after the stretch of honestly overall boring episodes so far. This is a simple but fun story that introduces both Nile and Demure well and further cements Kyoya as the best person in the room at any given point… before Ryuga took his spot.

Episode 19: The Shocking Wild Fang 8/10

Kyoya you probably shouldn’t have revealed Reverse Wind Strike like that but I’ll forgive you because I love you. Also, Team Wild Fang slaying some fools is great.

Episode 20: Horuseus vs Striker 8/10

Masamune is so goddamn irritating on this episode. Nile kicking his ass is so unbelievably satisfying. The battle’s also just fun in general.

Episode 21: Eternal Rivals 10/10

This is Kyoya and Gingka’s best one on one battle and one of the best battles in the series if I’m being honest. There are so many back and forths and the conclusion that Kyoya and Gingka are on the same level powerwise is actually really cool. It’s a lot more interesting than Gingka winning, which was the only other option storywise at this point.

Episode 22: The Third Match: On the Edge 9/10

This episode is brutal. They really knock Tsubasa around and build up to his breakdown, which is a doozy. Every painful thing that could happen with this plot happens here: Tsubasa knocks away Yu, destroys the stadium, attacks his eagle, makes Hikaru panic so badly that Ryo takes a break from being a terrible person to shield her from the falling glass. That moment was the first one that made me cry when I first got back into Beyblade.

Episode 23: The End of a Fierce Struggle! 7.5/10

(Warning: I talk about abuse again in this section, specifically a parent abusing their child. Just know this anger is coming from a personal place but if it’s a triggering topic, I suggest you scroll past the majority of this part. I talk about the rest of the episode in the last paragraph.)

NOT FORCING INJURED CHILDREN INTO WHAT HAS BECOME A WAR ZONE IS NOT “SPECIAL TREATMENT”! IT SHOULD BE STANDARD PRACTICE THAT ANY TEAMMATE ON ANY TEAM SHOULDN’T HAVE TO BATTLE IF THEY’RE INJURED.

I really REALLY hate Ryo. I don’t care that Gingka and Kyoya wanted to battle, they shouldn’t have even been allowed to in the state that they were in. They couldn’t even launch their beys properly and were in physical pain the entire time. I’m sorry to bring this up AGAIN but this is yet another way Ryo abuses Gingka. He put him and his bey in physical danger and whether you consider this active harm or neglect, it’s still abusive. I don’t get how Gingka doesn’t linger on shit like this. Here’s how I’d fix it: Have Ryo refuse to force his injured son to fight and THEN someone (perhaps someone else in the WBBA, it can’t just be Ryo and a couple of teenagers) argues he’s showing favouritism and Ryo ends up feeling like his hands are tied and he has to make Gingka battle. That wouldn’t have completely excused it but it may not have made me completely hate him for two seasons in a row.

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Okay, I got really angry for an episode I honestly like. Besides the WBBA’s disgusting decision, this is a pretty fun battle. Masamune shows he learned his lesson from Nile and actually works with Gingka as a team to defeat him and Kyoya, which is nice to see. Masamune has some good moments here and there in this show and this is one of them. Also Kyoya really shows how much he’s grown this season, letting himself rely on a teammate and not blaming him when they lose. He actually accepts the loss very graciously, even encouraging Gingka to keep winning. It’s really sweet.

Episode 24: The Creeping Darkness 7/10

Yay the dark Tsubasa thing has been explained! That’s really interesting. Mei Mei and Chao Xin’s battle against Sophie and Wales is okay, nothing special though.

Episode 25: The Axe of Destruction 6/10

I don’t like Chi Yun, so this episode doesn’t do it for me. They spend way too long on his backstory for my liking. I think it would’ve been better if Chi Yun’s backstory with Da Xiang was explained in an earlier episode or something. Overall, this episode feels like filler despite being Klaus’s introduction.

Episode 26: The Dragon Emperor Returns 9.5/10

RYUGA! Gosh he never fails to make me smile. I was feeling kinda down when I rewatched this one and the moment Ryuga appeared in his flash of lightning, I was smiling ear to ear and melting at his story of overcoming the dark power. This character means so much to me, I’m a little in awe. And you know what else means a lot to me? The Dark Tsubasa arc. Getting a visual on what is going on in Tsubasa’s mind is really powerful and the animation and acting are honestly stellar. It’s also nice to see Excalibur. Just overall a great episode.

Episode 27: Exceed the Limit! 8.5/10

Okay, I like this battle. Masamune and Klaus are so respectful to each other it makes me respect them and the battle is so back and forth it’s kind of exhilarating. Also, Ryuga gets some cameos. Yay :)

Episode 28: Dark Eagle 9.5/10

“Everyone has darkness in their hearts, instead of trying to suppress it, we should accept it as part of ourselves and learn to control it.” That message alone boosts this episode so high in my mind, I freaking love it. I also just think the Dark Tsubasa arc was overall exciting and interesting and this was a great battle and conclusion.

Episode 29: Gravity Destroyer 8.5/10

Gingka kicks Julian’s butt because a hot homeless person with a crush on him gave him some tsundere pointers and honestly, that’s beautiful.

Episode 30: The Midday Street Battle 7.5/10

“Don’t wander through the slums of Brazil alone, kids. You’ll get beat up and left for dead on the streets.” This show is so brutal I swear to god.

Episode 31: The Brazilian Trap 7/10

“If you lose at Beyblade you can still live a normal life.” He says to a kid who once had the threat of death over his head if he lost to a sadistic snake boi.

“You who has never had to worry about not having a place to live.” He says to a kid who was at the very least implied to be homeless before the Dark Nebula took him in and again, kidnapped and tried to kill him

Why do the characters never once bring up these points? The Garcias are clearly intended to be hypocrites, why not call them out on it directly? Also, Masamune is really stupid but I find myself laughing at this incompetence.

Episode 32: The Explosive Cyclone Battle 7/10

Selen out here playing Punch Out while the rest of us are trying to do actual boxing. Is that reference lost on my Beyblade crowd? Ya dodge a lot in Punch Out. The Cyclone Battle stuff is fine I guess and Gingka losing to Argo, getting a major loss in the World Tournament is pretty cool.

Episode 33: Charge! Ray Gil! 8/10

“You think we’ve had an easy time?! My path so far definitely hasn’t been an easy one either!” You fucking tell them Tsubasa. The Garcias definitely could’ve and should’ve been called out more but this was a great battle despite that. I love that Tsubasa’s dark side comes back for just a moment but he’s able to overcome it with the support of his friends and faith in his abilities that have gotten him this far. Also that scene with Ryuga at the end is downright legendary.

Episode 34: The Friend’s Name is Zeo 7.5/10

Pretty chill episode, besides the backstory bit that made my heart ache. Also Coach Steel is great.

Episode 35: Our Slogan is Number 1! 8/10

An entire flashback episode devoted to Team Dungeon? You’re really setting me up to get my heart broken aren’t you?

Episode 36: The Plot Thickens 8/10

This is mostly exposition for the arrangement system and team Starbreaker but it’s interesting exposition and definitely important going forward. It also has the introduction of my beloved Jack and shows my beloved Ryuga kicking ass.

Episode 37: The Compass of Fate: Byxis 8.5/10

More Ryuga, and the introduction of Damian. And Zeo being an angsty sad boy. And Tsubasa and Yu getting attacked. A lot happens in this episode for a seemingly uneventful one.

Episode 38: The Wicked Peacock: Befall 8.5/10

Peacocks can’t fly you beautiful disaster. What the hell has Ziggurat been teaching you, Jack? This is a really good debut for Jack, I can’t help it. He’s so much fun.

Episode 39: The Guard Dog of Hades: Kerbecs 8.5/10

This episode is painful. I like Julian, even if he’s a bit annoying, so seeing him being humiliated and tortured like that was brutal.

Episode 40: The Furious DJ Battle?! 9.5/10

Kenta feeling overshadowed and ignored by the others is straight up set up in Masters. Not in this episode specifically, but it is a good example.

Putting that aside, this episode is really funny. It feels more and more like a parody as it goes on, even before the Blader DJs show up, but especially when they do. It’s like a crazy fanfiction or something. I love it.

Episode 41: The Final Countdown 9/10

This episode is literally just a shot of pure pain and depression. Why must these children be traumatised all the time? :(

Episode 42: The Dragon Emperor Descends 10/10

Yeah, I have no idea how I left this episode off my Top 5 Masters Episodes list. I adore this episode. It’s a great show of both Ryuga and Jack’s power and personalities, showing how unhinged yet passionate Jack is, and showing Ryuga being a total badass who can actually be quite clever and a bit sadistic even without the dark power. It’s obvious he was toying with Jack from the start, to me at least, but going as far as humiliating him like that was pretty brutal. I just love both of these characters so seeing them clash is just perfect, and a neat little surprise for first time watchers.

Episode 43: Spirits’ Last Battle 7.5/10

Lots of exposition in the first half, but it’s important and some of the revelations and characters’ reactions to it are pretty impactful. Gingka vs Damian is a pretty predictable setup but it’s a reasonably fun time.

Episode 44: Showdown! Gingka vs Damian 7.5/10

I actually didn’t remember Storm Bringer coming back at all, that’s really cool.

“You really are just a victim in all this.” Okay, Gingka acknowledging that about Damian is a really powerful moment and I do feel bad for Damian despite it all.

Would’ve been nice to get a moment like this with Reiji and Jack but I digress I guess :/

Episode 45: The Miraculous Spiral Force 8/10

Ziggurat discusses global warming, overpopulation, and the energy crisis, all of which are still issues to this day and weren’t even as well known a decade ago when this came out. That is the catalyst of Ziggurat’s plan. This show has some serious balls and it does not get nearly enough credit for it.

Episode 46: Charge! Hades City 8/10

Fun episode with a lot of little moments for even the less major characters to shine.

Episode 47: The Fallen Emperor 9/10

I talked about this fairly recently in my “great things about Masters” post but I love the way Julian and Da Xiang’s character arcs meet and contrast in this episode, Julian drowning in shame from his failure, feeling like he has nothing left to lose with his pride and family legacy seemingly destroyed while Da Xiang took his failure as an opportunity to improve and teaches Julian to do the same with their battle and his words. Beyblade’s consistent theme of getting back up after a loss and to keep moving forward is a really important one and it’s very prevalent here.

Episode 48: Befall’s Trap 8.5/10

Jack finally got off the drugs, that’s nice. He and Tsubasa’s battle was fun, two really great characters clashing is always nice to see. Also, Jack is very funny and cute.

Episode 49: The Wild Beast Unleashed 9/10

Kyoya is really really really hot and badass. No thoughts, only simping.

Okay if I have to provide a thought, I like the whole “you need actual experience to be good at something” message that Kyoya is preaching. Kyoya is cool.

Episode 50: Rampage! Tempo 7.5/10

Okay, some of this science is so wrong it has to be intentionally them going with magic over science, which they absolutely should not do when the plot is rooted in science.

Ryuga’s cameo was super hot though.

Episode 51: Galaxy Heart 8.5/10

Kind of a weird finale. There is a battle going on but the thing that saves the day is Gingka and Ryuga launching their beys at a machine and sending an explosion to space, which is fun in its own right. Also the team dungeon stuff is excellent as usual.

[raven-of-domain-kwaad]

Get to know the blogger

Got tagged by @blitzindite for this one. Thanks Oliver!

I’ll give some no pressure tags to @starknstarwars, @swtorpadawan, @sleepswithvillains, @a-master-procrastinator @palepinkycat and anyone else that sees this and wants to give it a go.

1. Why did you choose your url?

I wanted to make a Star Wars blog and I also wanted to show that I was a big fan of the old pre-mouse EU. So I took my favorite EU character, Tahiri Veila, and played around with her experiences to make my url. During the New Jedi Order book series, Tahiri was experimented on by Yuuzhan Vong and an artificial personality, Riina of Domain Kwaad, was created in her mind. I simply replaced the name Riina with my own internet handle Raven and got Raven of Domain Kwaad.

2. Any sideblogs?

This is technically a sideblog actually.

Main is @the-raven-of-highever which is mainly Dragon Age stuff

I also have @ssv-raven which is a mess of Mass Effect, sci-fi, fantasy and other assorted nonsense

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I think it was 2014 when I first got onto tumblr

4. Why did you originally start your blog?

Originally I made my main for the Assassin’s Creed fandom. Oh boy was I obsessed with AC. Fell hard in love with the Kenway family and Ratonhnhaké:ton / Connor in particular. I was sad when the tumblr fandom just sort of fizzled away and died after being such a fun and big group that I really liked.

5. Why did you choose your icon?

@palepinkycat gave me that incredible piece of my OC Amarra Kine for my birthday and I was immediately head over heels in love with how it looked. I just had to make it my icon so I could always admire it.

Love you Pinky! Thank you so so so much for the gift and all of your amazing artwork for the fandom!

6. Why did you choose your header?

That was another @palepinkycat piece actually and my very first commission. It is of my OC sisters Ryscha and Amarra Kine. They are the main focus of my SWTOR canon so I figured it was appropriate to put them up there as my header.

7. What is your post with the most notes?

This one which I made as a joke after the Echoes of Oblivion trailer came out. Just a silly bit about how Knights and Warriors must be very sick of the Emperor by that point.

8. How many mutuals do you have?

Not a clue. I know I have a number of SWTOR mutuals though

9. How many followers do you have?

115... now excuse me as I go and listen to the song of the same name from CoD Black Ops Zombies lol

10. How many blogs do you follow?

200 but a lot of those haven’t posted in years. Lots of old Assassin’s Creed, Overwatch and trans fem blogs that got lost or just stopped posting after the various fandoms died and the porn ban cracked down on people.

11. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Lol this is tumblr buddy. Of course I have

12. How many times do you use tumblr a day?

Uh... lots. Though in my defense it is my only form of social media. Never had a facebook, twitter or anything else and it is probably going to stay that way.

13. Have you ever fought another blog?

Nope. Is that a thing people do? It sounds exhausting.

14. How do you feel about “need to reblog” posts?

You know how after watching commercials you are filled with the desire to actively avoid the product being advertised? Yeah that is generally what happens to me with those “need to reblog” things. Like buddy I have come to tumblr to unplug from all the atrocities that are happening in the world. You telling me I need to focus on this makes me want to actively ignore it.

15. Do you like tag games?

I do! They are fun and I enjoy reading the answers that other people give.

16. Do you like ask games?

Definitely. I don’t always answer the asks in a timely manner but I do love writing about my OCs

17. Which of your mutuals do you think are tumblr famous?

Not a clue. Got some mutuals that seem to be well established and appreciated members of the SWTOR fandom but no one appears to be tumblr famous.

18. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Funny story. My partner and I actually met because we were tumblr mutuals. We were both in the Mass Effect fandom and just started DMing each other about our OCs. Started playing Mass Effect 3 online matches together and eventually decided to try out a long distant relationship. It worked and we’ve been living together for five ish years now.

Don’t currently have any crushes on any mutuals but my partner and I are poly so who knows what may happen in the future lol

[harrysgloves]

In the Middle

Harry Styles x Reader x Florence Pugh

Story Summary: Florence and Harry are smitten with their makeup artist on set. 

Word Count: 10k (dear god I got carried away. I’m so sorry)

Warnings: Language // Threesome // MFF // Oral Sex (Female Receiving) // Unprotected Sex // Spanking (I couldn’t not include this) // Dirty Talk // W | W (obviously) // Mentions of religion (it’s more a metaphor.. not sure how to explain that?) // 

Authors Note: Woooo boy, she’s finally done. Been working on this baby for a while so please comment. I’d love to hear your feedback! Also, the reader has an adopted last name in this... Not sure if that bothers anyone or not but if it does please tell me and I won’t do that in future fics.

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It was your first day on this movie set and honestly, you were scared shitless. This movie was so star-studded you were almost positive that you'd say something stupid to at least one of them. That'd be just your luck, your first job as lead makeup artist and you'd let some gibberish crap fall out your mouth. 

You took a deep breath, standing in front of the door to your trailer. Your trailer. It was so surreal, you were finally getting your lead moment, and all you could think about was 'I better not mess this up and get black listed.'

"Gonna open the door or are ya goin' to do makeup out 'ere?" The voice from behind you caught you off guard. You wished you wouldn't have let out the shriek when you jumped around to see the beautiful specimen of a man standing in front of you.

Of fucking course it had to be one of the main actors.

Your face heated. Your cheeks burned hotter than the sun when you heard him chuckle from his spot. His hands shoved deep in his pockets as he looked at you like you were the most amusing thing he'd seen in a while.

"Don't scare the poor girl." His co-star said as she walked up from behind him. Her hand slapped against his chest as she walked past him and towards you. His grin never faltered as you stood there completely starstruck and trying your best to not be a blubbering idiot.

"Here, lemme help." She said as she held out her hand. A sweet smile forming on her lips when you handed her the keys.

"Always make me out to be a dick, love." Harry mumbled to Florence when she finally found the right key to your trailer door. 

"Easy to make you out to be a dick when you are one." She said with a shrug. He rolled his eyes but you could tell it was all in good fun. "If he messes with you, jus' tell me. I'll take care of him."

"Think she's gonna 'ave to talk to us 'fore she goes tellin' on me." He smiled widely as he teased you. Whatever shred of your usually vibrant personality had been completely washed away by nerves. You couldn't believe you were standing in either of their presence.

If only your 13 year old self could see you now. Even she would be telling you that you're a fucking idiot.

"We don't bite." Florence said as she pulled you inside your trailer. Your head nodded because honestly it was the only way to guarantee that you wouldn't say something stupid.

"Unless yeh want us to." Harry teased. Florence immediately shot him a look you'd never want to see directed at you.

"I'm good." You squeaked out. Your bag being quickly thrown on your table before you turned on all the lights to the place.

It was simple but it was completely yours. You were finally the head honcho, the boss, the shot caller. It was all up to you- how the makeup looked, how the prosthetic were applied. It was something you were pretty sure would never happen to you but knowing Olivia Wilde definitely had it's privileges.

You'd never imagined working on The Lazarus Effect would lead to almost a five year friendship with so many great opportunities. Plus, she didn’t judge you for your train-wreck of nerves you had your first day of work.

"So yeh know us. Wot's yeh name?" Harry asked you after mindless banter with Florence. Her head filled with curlers turned to look at you standing over Harry. The foundation you were dabbing on his face smeared slightly as your nerves picked back up. 

You were never good at the talking part of the job. Not until you warmed up to people a bit. You were definitely more reserved of the makeup artist in the industry. You stuck to yourself for the most part and only your closet friends knew how you really were and you really preferred not getting mixed up in any celebrity business.

"Um, Y/N." You said as you sat the makeup brush down on your table before moving to start taking the curlers out of Florence's silky blonde hair. The perfectly formed curls bounced out, your fingers ran through them to diffuse them a bit. 

"Been doing this long?" She asked as you busied yourself with hair. Trying your best to not pull or tug on it too hard and hurting her on accident.

"Not long." You said, the nerves you had dissipated a bit when you talked about something that you enjoyed doing. "Five years but I mostly did low budget horror films."

"Step up from that then, innit?" Harry asked, both their eyes burned into you. Your face immediately heated again at the attention.

"A bit." You said as you finally took the last roller out of Florence's hair. You were so close to being done and getting away from everybody long enough for your anxiety to let up. "First movie I get to be in charge of the makeup department."

"Explains the nerves." Florence hummed out as she sat up in the chair, fluffing her own hair a bit as she examined your work.

"Yeah, sorry about earlier. I get a little lost in the mornings without coffee." You paid close attention to them both smiling at you. Somehow feeling like you were missing a joke until they both spoke at the same time.

"You should do tea instead."

"Never going to happen. I need my coffee to function." You said pointedly, knowing deep in your heart that you would forever be a coffee lover. 

"No way." Florence scoffed but you didn't miss that hint of a smirk on her lips as she looked towards Harry.

"'Aven't had the right tea."

"I'm not abandoning my one true love like that." You said with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Boyfriend doesn't get mad that coffee is your one true love?" Florence asked while Harry nodded his head in agreement. 

You couldn't help the laugh that left your. A fit of giggles you didn't think you'd be letting out near them any time soon or ever. Your hand came up to tell them to give you a second to compose yourself. Their eyes moved back and forth between each other and you, confusion clearly etched into their expressions.

"You really think me, who couldn't even open the door this morning, is out hitting on people? Honestly, that's the best compliment I've ever gotten." You said as you turned back around to sit down the rest of the curlers in your hands. Random giggles still escaping from you as you shook your head in disbelief. 

"They could've came onto yeh." Harry said like he was trying to figure you out. Another burst of laughter came from you when you turned back around, hands on your hips as you looked at both the ungodly beautiful people in front of you.

"I'm not really the type that attracts attention but really this was a great confidence booster." You smiled at them, whatever words both of them were about to say was interrupted by the knock on the trailer door.

"Hey, you guys are needed on set." Some assistant said quickly before walking away from the trailer. 

"Guess we gotta go. We'll see you in a bit." Florence smiled brightly at you before turning and walking out the door with a cute bounce in her step.

"See yeh, love." Harry mumbled, his hand ran through his thick brown curls that you'd spent too much time styling for no reason. He followed her out the door. His long confidant strides quickly caught up with Florence. His arm around her shoulder talking to her as you shut the door.

Maybe working with them wouldn't be so bad. Maybe you'd even learn how to not be a total mess around famous people or maybe you could even make new friends. It was a nice thought you decided, they both seemed genuinely nice to you and you could always use new connections to get yourself out there a bit more.

>>>

It only took 4 hours and a shit ton of retouches on everyone's makeup to finally get to your break for the day. Your feet were sore, your whole body felt like it'd been beat up, and you still hadn't had any caffeine. If you didn't get any in you soon you'd be cast in the next remake of Godzilla.

You quickly jumped at the opportunity to run like the wind when it was announced it was lunch time. Your sprint towards freedom was stopped at the sound of your name being called out. You groaned quietly to yourself, cursing whatever god out there for hating you this much. 

All you wanted was a damn coffee, was that too much to ask for?! You didn't think so, but apparently, someone out in the universe had it out for you today. 

Fast footsteps sounded from behind you as you stood in your spot. Yes, you were making them come to you because fuck them for not realizing lunch time meant you didn't want to chitchat.

"Wanna grab lunch with us?" Her voice rang from behind you, making you feel like such an asshole for making her walk to you.

You turned around to see the group of people she wanted you to have lunch with. Which included everyone from the set. Not just her and Harry, everyone. 

Your eyes widened as you looked at all of them. There was no way you could fake it through lunch with all those people you didn't know looking at you. Expecting you to be able to answer simple questions about yourself. Being able to carry on a semi decent conversation. You were exhausted at the mere thought of trying to not seem like a total nutcase for an entire hour. 

"Thanks but I think I'm going to put on a pot of coffee in my trailer." You said as your eyes moved away from the crowd of people back to her. Her face couldn't hide emotions even in the slightest bit. Her eyebrows furrowed, lips rolled into her mouth, trying to not look disappointed but you could see the hint of it lingering behind her eyes.

"Sure. Have a good lunch." She said in a soft voice that made your heart feel like it was getting ripped out of your chest. 

You stood and watched long enough to see her shaking her head at Harry. His arm around her shoulder as he frowned down at her before looking up to you. A soft smile across his lips before he bent down to say something lowly in Florence's ear.

You turned on the spot and headed for your trailer. A sigh of relief left you the second the door closed. You were always the type that needed recharge time. You had to be alone for a bit here and there during the day so you could unwind. Wash all the anxiety from being around people off you.

You hit the playlist you had saved on your phone as your chill out music. The coffee pot in your trailer gurgled in the background over your music. The slow soft beats filled the air around you. Swirling beautiful with the scent of the coffee.

You lived for this shit. 

"Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise.

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies."

You were at the best moment, the cup of coffee in your hand, your voice echoing the words of the song you had a slight obsession with when a knock came from your door.

"Shit!" You yelled when the coffee from your cup splashed out at your knee-jerk reaction to the interruptive knock. The hot liquid barely missed you but still… you could cry over spilled coffee, right?

You threw down a towel you had in arms reach on the floor before scurrying to the door. Hoping it was Olivia here to tell you that she decided to go in a different direction and needed to replace you as head makeup artist.

"Scares like a cat." Harry said more to Florence than you when your head poked out of the door. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile forming on your lips. 

"You made me spill my coffee." You said with a fake pout. Harry's eye brightened as his dimpled smile came across his face. 

"Good, we brought you something better." Florence chimed in, a cup of something that definitely wasn't coffee in her hand was now glaring at you. A bag of take out boxes in another.

"Ew." You scrunched your nose as you looked at the offensive cup. Your hand finally opened the door enough for them both to slip in.

"You guys didn't have to bring me lunch." You brows furrowed. Why were they being so nice to you? You had no idea. You weren't really the friendly type, not until you warmed up to people at least.

"Noticed yeh didn't 'ave lunch with yeh. Can't run on coffee and no food." Harry shrugged slightly. Like it wasn't a big deal that they somehow managed to notice you had no lunch with you that day. Your confusion grew more by the second. Maybe this was how people became friends? You weren't entirely sure.

"Love this song." Harry muttered before he plopped down on the love-seat in your trailer. His feet kicked up on the coffee table, obviously making himself at home in your space. 

"It's a good one but nothing tops 'Dreams'." You said as you took a seat on one of your makeup chairs, Florence sat on the other side of Harry.

"You two have the same bad taste in music." She groaned as she fished out the first take out box from the bag she had in her hand. Your shocked gasp made her pause.

"How dare you say that about our Lord and Savior, Stevie Nicks. You should be ashamed of yourself." Your dramatic voice and Harry's laughter of agreement made her roll her eyes at you both. Quickly going back to unpacking the bag they brought for all three of you.

"Want us to turn on 'Wonderwall' for you?" You asked through a voice cracked with laughter. Her green eyes immediately snapped to yours, narrowing at you.

"Fuckin' hell, that was a good one." Harry mumbled out, his arm wrapped around her as he smiled widely at her fake pouting.

"See if I bring you lunch ever again." She mumbled under her breath. Finally done unloading the three take out boxes and all the utensils out of the bag. 

You gave her a fake pout. Her eyes rolled when she handed you the box. You were too curious for your own good most of the time, right now though, you were scared to open this box and some weird ass Hollywood "lunch" would be staring back at you.

Harry's amused eyes kept meeting yours when you'd look up from your box to whatever the hell they were eating. Nothing but rabbit food and not the good kind either, whatever they were managing to shovel down their throats smelled like rotten eggs. You were trying your best to not be a whiny brat about getting free lunch when you heard Harry let out a chuckle from his side of the room. Florence immediately looked up to see you staring blankly at the box in front of you.

"Gonna open it up, kitten?" Harry asked with an infuriating smug smile on his lips. Your eyes rolled at the nickname but you couldn't deny it stirred something in you.

"We didn’t get you steamed kale." Florence giggled when the sigh of relief left you. 

"Thank fuck. I thought I was going to have to gag that crap down." You smiled when you opened the box. A plate of harmless looking pasta sat in front of you. All the carbs and wonderful goodness in the world that you absolutely adored. 

Leave the healthy shit for them, you thought.

"Wait!" She yelled from across the room, you jumped slightly at the loud sound making Harry laugh. "Got to try this first."

"No way. I'd rather eat the stinky kale then whatever's in this." You tried to push your hand away from the drink she was adamantly trying to hand you. 

"Come on. Jus' fo' fun, yeah? Never 'ave to try anything new again with us if yeh don't like it." Harry said. Florence head snapped around to him quickly before looking back at you. A curt nod of her soft blonde curls told you she agreed with him.

You took the cup from her. Cautiously opening the lid to peak at the color of the drink. A bright green color stared back at you. Your nose scrunched up at the sight but the smell wasn't the worst, not compared to the steamed green leaves the other two were eating. 

"Bottoms up. If I die, tell my parents I was forced to drink this." You mumbled out right before downing half the cup of cold green liquid. You hoped if you chugged it the way you did cheap beer when you were 19 would mean you wouldn't taste it much.

You were wrong but surprisingly you were thankfully you got a good taste because it was fucking delicious.

Your eyes brightened when you took the next sip. Slower this time to actually enjoy the drink. 

"Told yeh she'd like it." Harry said with a smug smile across his face. The look of triumph directed toward Florence who pushed his shoulder with her own at his comment.

"Sod off, Harold."

"This is really good." You said in between drinks. A very prominent caffeine buzz started to hit you by the time you'd finished the last drop.

"Got more caffeine too." Harry smiled brightly. Florence rolled her eyes as she stabbed a piece of kale with her fork.

"Yeah, well, the pasta was my idea and I'm sure she'll love it." She grumbled like it was some sort of contest between them.

It didn’t take long for you to realize you actually liked hanging out with the both of them. They were able to keep up a conversation with ease, even whenever you didn't feel like talking they both could somehow sense it. They weren't draining to be around, which really surprised you. 

The both of them could joke and tease. You and Florence ganged up on Harry. Harry and you on her. Florence and Harry on you. Nonstop teasing, jokes, and enough laughter you could feel your cheeks ache by the end of lunch. 

You definitely could see yourself being genuine friends with both of them.

>>>

To say you three managed to get close fast was an understatement. You three practically became inseparable by the end of the first week of shooting. If all three of you weren't together at least two of you were and the other one wasn't far behind.

It quickly became a joke on set. People constantly had to find where the three of you had snuck off to. Which was usually to the food table that was set up for the actors but Harry insisted that it was for everyone, even though you knew it wasn't.

He didn't care though, he just wanted to make sure you actually ate for the day and not just down caffeinated drinks for a meal. Florence on the other hand, was more than willing to invite you to lunch every single day. Her pleas for you to join the two of them was impossible to turn down after a while. 

You figured it was pointless anyways since they brought back food for you every time you said you weren't hungry. So today was the day you'd finally gave in to her cute pouting.

"This place looks like they have those really small dishes that cost more than my rent." You mumbled to Florence as you approached the building that looked like it had jumped out of a magazine.

"You'll love it!" She beamed brightly from beside you. You wanted to believe her, you really did, but you were more of a cheap bar food type of girl. In fact, the bar by your house now knew you by name whenever you walked through the door. Which was only slightly pathetic, but you didn't have many friends and you weren't that good at making new ones, so you weren't in any position to hurt her feelings by not liking this place.

Her hand slipped casually into yours as you neared closer to the building. Harry rounded the corner from parking his car right before you two crossed the street. His long legs stride easily over to you two, his arm around your shoulder. 

That was another thing that had threw you a bit off guard at first. They both were so touchy. Your hair, your face, holding hands, hugging, hands resting on your thigh. One of them always had a hand on you any time they could. It was a little strange at first but you quickly realized this was just how they were with you.

And you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't enjoy it now. 

"I can feel yeh bein' nervous from 'ere." Harry said so closely to your ear you could feel the soft touches of his lips against you. 

Your breathing seemed to stop for a second before you swallowed the feeling and turned to him. Eyes wide as you glanced back to Florence, trying to tell him to shut up before she realized you didn't want to be eating French cuisine.

He chuckled, shaking his head before pulling you back to the table that was already set up for you guys. 

This was fancy and you were so out of place. The small table in the corner tucked you guys away from everyone. The stark white linen over the table had you anxious from the moment you sat down. Who the fuck puts white on a table?! At least the dim lighting had your back. This way no one could see you choke on a snail as you faked your way through this lunch.

Florence hand rested on one of your legs, Harry's on the other, both of them deliberately choosing to ignore your anxious feet tapping on the floor.

"Sweetheart?" Harry called you out of your panic from looking at the menu that was in French. Screw your 14 year old self for taking 4 years of Spanish in high school. "I can order fo' yeah if you want."

"Oh, I think I'm gonna have the, um…" you paused, squinting at the menu of fancy font. "Langue de boeuf?"

"Okay, 'm not lettin' yeh eat tongue." Harry snickered when your nose scrunched up. Who in their right mind would ever want to eat that?

"Wait…" Florence said as she sat down her menu in front of her with her one free hand. Your eyes glinting over to see her looking so confused, yet so adorable with her scrunched brows pulled together. Her head tilted as she blinked a few times at you. "Do you- do you not like French food?"

"I've just… never had it before." You settled for a half-truth, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

"Your last name is François!" She said as her cheeks turned flaming red. Harry's snicker from beside you did nothing to help her embarrassment. Your hand quickly squeezed his, hard, under the table to tell him to stop.

"I'm adopted," You smiled widely at her surprised expression. It's not like she knew you were adopted and she really was being so sweet planning all this out, thinking you'd feel at home here. "And the only thing French about my dad is he knows how to say beget."

"God, I'm so sorry, if- if I'd known, I'd neve-" 

"Flor, please," you smiled as you took her hands away from fiddling with her menu. "I never told you. It's not a big deal. Besides, now you two can order for me in your fancy French words."

You dismissed her worrying with a wave of your hand and a gently prod of the menu. If anything, this was the most heartwarmingly considerate thing anyone had ever done for you. At least she tried to include things with the three of you that you'd also like.

When the, equally nervous as you, waiter finally approached your table to take your drink orders you were glad those two were handling everything. It felt sort of like being spoiled and you'd take that any day of the week. 

"I know you." The waiter, Grayson you learned from his name tag, said after a few awkward seconds of standing in front of the table. You were only half listening, assuming it was for either one of the obviously famous people sitting beside you. "Yeah! That's right you're Y/N Y/L/N-François!"

Your eyes widened, cheeks heated as you squirmed in your seat. Both Florence and Harry looking back and forth between you and your new fan.

"God, your makeup on insta is amazing. The special effects stuff is so good. Really, I'm a big fan." He gushed as you mumbled out a small thank you, your hand clutching the complementary cup of water in front of you like it was a life raft. "Here, you can have my insta handle. Maybe you can DM sometime."

His movements to start writing down his Instagram information came to a screeching halt when both Harry and Florence shot him glares. The tension grew thick between the three of them. Some sort of a weird show down as you tried to drink your water and ignore the awkwardness.

Maybe they didn't like their friends being bothered at lunch when they were with them? You weren't sure. In all honesty, this never happened to you but you could see why this would be annoying for them. They had to deal with it all the time.

This is what they'd do for any of their friends. Right?

The tension finally eased when the waiter left the table. Your cup finally placed back down on the white linen when you let out a sigh of relief. You weren't one for strangers and they both knew it. Maybe they were just telling that guy to screw off because of your nerves, yeah that was it.

The rest of the lunch went much better than you expected. Conversation between you three was never a problem but even the food was amazing.

The two of them had great taste.

"Come on. Gonna be late if we don't get out of here." Florence mumbled, her hand already in yours as she pulled you out of the seat. You didn't even have time to get a word out when Harry threw down an ungodly wad of money on the table.

"You didn't have to pay for me." You said when he caught up to you. His hand on your lower back as he guided you through the door.

"What kind of date would that be?" Florence said without thinking. Your confused eyes shooting to her briefly before looking at the horrified Harry. "Lunch date, meant lunch date, with friends."

"Oh," you said, still a bit confused but chugging through it so you didn't have any awkward conversations. "Still, thank you."

Harry's tensed shoulders relaxed when he gave you a nodd. His eyes shot daggers to Florence over your head as you three started walking.

"I'm sorry!" She mouthed silently to him. You were completely oblivious to the mimed conversation between the two as you walked in front of them.

>>>

"Lookin' sweet today, kitten." Harry's voice from behind you made you jump in your skin. Your hand over your chest like that would somehow stop your nerves.

"What's got you all dressed up?" Florence asked as they both stood in front of you on set. 

Your hands fiddled with the tight black lace top you had on. It complemented your bust so well but it made you feel awkward and out of place, like everyone's eyes were on you. Plus the pants that hugged your ass tighter than cling wrap weren't helping with the shameless stares from people.

"Is- is it too much?" Your words stumbled over themselves as your face heated.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Yeh look gorgeous like always." A slight frown danced on his lips as he looked down towards you. He could tell something was up by your anxious movements. Your eyes flickering around the studio like you were constantly on the lookout for someone.

"Okay," you sighed, your hand running over your hair as you tried to calm yourself down. "You guys know the sound technician, James?"

Their faces solidified to stone at your words. Both of them rigid as they looked at you. Not a hint of emotion detectable in their expressions.

"He asked me out." You felt uneasy, unsure of the decision to go to lunch with him. You felt like you were going to die in a ball of nerves at any second. This was exactly why you didn't date.

Sure, you'd gone on a date here or there. Mostly when your very small friend group got tired of you third wheeling at all the couples activities. You'd then be set up with someone, it wouldn't work out because you were one shred away from being a nutcase, and that would be the end of it.

"You can't go out with him!" Florence said shrilly, her eyes widened as the words came out of her mouth.

"Why?" You asked, eyes glancing over to the guy in question.

"He uh- he uh," she stammered, her hand slapped Harry against his chest twice for him to answer for her.

"He sniffs people!" His words rushed out of his mouth. Your eyebrows scrunched together.

"What?" You asked, as Florence hand rubbed the temple of her head before shooting a deathly glance at Harry.

"Yeah, Harry, what?" She asked, obviously annoyed but you weren't sure why. It wasn't like she was about to go on a date with the guy.

"I saw him. He likes to, uhm, yeh know." Harry looked at the ground before his hands shoved into his pockets. "He sniffs peoples hair."

"Wow," your hopes of going on a date that didn't involve cheap beer and 25 cent chicken wings suddenly blew up into flames. "Well, thanks for telling me."

"It's okay, Y/N, we'll go out to lunch." Florence said softly, her hand in yours as she gidded you off the set.

"Thanks guys." You smiled softly, head rested against Harry's chest as you three walked.

>>>

"We've got to tell her." Florence spoke quietly as she snuggled into Harry's side. His duvet wrapped tightly around the both of them in his oversized bed.

"I don't know.." He glanced at the fallen face of his girlfriend. "This all could backfire and then she won't even want to be friends."

"But, things don't feel right. It's like she's our missing piece." Her bottom lip started to tremble, corners of her eyes held onto tears that she refused to let fall. 

"I know, I feel it too." He sighed as he laid back on his pillow. Looking up at the ceiling. A large feeling grew in his stomach, despair. You didn't seem like the type who dated adventurously or tried different things in your life. 

He wanted you. God, how they both wanted you. You, their missing piece. Your presence made the both of them feel that indescribable warmth of home in their chest. Your laugh, your smile, your terrible sense of humor, and the way you had no idea just how desirable you really were.

"One of us should make a move on her." Florence said, finally breaking the silence between the two of them.

"Think?"

"Think it'll be the only way to know for sure if she likes one of us or not."

>>>

That Friday morning started like all the other mornings since you'd been on this job. A new mystery cup of tea in your hands that Harry had brought for you that morning. Their makeup was done long ago but now they hid out in your trailer until some intern was forced to go and find them. 

This had been your three's new morning routine for the past three weeks and surprisingly, you weren't bothered by having your quiet time interrupted by them. You were actually starting to look forward to these morning's. 

"Do you want to come to dinner with us tonight?" Florence asked you from her spot on the love seat. Your head lifted from the trashy magazine you were mindlessly flipping through on the floor. You chuckled as you shook your head at her, turning back to the obvious lies written in ink.

"We won't make yeh eat anythin' weird, kitten." Harry smiled easily when he moved off the couch to sit by you. His arm around your shoulders when you looked up in disbelief. 

"I could pick the place." You suggested a cheeky smug smirk across your face when they both looked like you'd asked them for a kidney. "See, I knew you two wanted to eat somewhere gross!"

"You always want tacos!" Florence groaned flinging herself against the now unoccupied side of the couch that Harry previously sat at. A pout on her face as she tried to get you to change your mind.

"I do not." You scoffed. Okay, maybe you did but still those two could use a real meal or two.

"What if we do food and a movie at mine?" Harry asked, interrupting yours and Florence's teasing back and forth.

"Yes!" She agreed eagerly, her bright eyes filled with excitement and you knew you couldn't say no even if you wanted to.

>>>

You had to admit, you were fucking nervous to go to Harry's house. The neighborhood your old Camero chugged through was definitely not like your neighborhood at all. It was all fancy houses, nice lawns, and security everywhere. You felt like you were a step away from breaking into the pentagon when you rolled up to the gate for the guard to let you in.

You stood anxiously on his front step. The 6 pack of Coors Light seemed like such a bad choice now. You mentally cursed yourself for being so stupid, how could you think someone who lived here would be okay with your cheap beer? You were four seconds away from faking a stomach ache and going home to your hole of an apartment when the door opened. Harry's smiling face with that cute little dimple popping out stared at you looking so out of place.

"Don't gotta be nervous, yeh know?" He asked when he took your hand in his, pulling you into the house.

"Well, you did say you two would bite." You crack a smile at his bark of a laugh. Nerves easily washing off you when you made it into his living room. 

"Where's Flor?" You asked, eyebrows raised when you turned to him.

It wasn't that you minded being one-on-one with Harry. You two got along great but you figured the blonde would be here already, the two of them seemed inseparable.

"On her way." He shrugged, his ass hitting the seat of the couch, motioning for you to do the same.

"What're we going to watch?" You asked as you sat down beside him, his arm around you when sat back from placing the beer down on the floor.

"Anythin' yeh want." He said, his eyes trained on you as you wracked your brain for a film those two would watch with you without complaining.

"Only watch horror." 

"No way, nope. Not watchin' a scary movie. Yeh'll never sleep." He joked, his arm tighter around you as he pulled you into his chest. 

"Not sleeping here so it's not gonna be your problem." You poked back, your head leaning against him. God, he smelled amazing.

"Sure yeh are. Got beer with yeh, can't drive drunk, kitten." His fingers lifted your chin when he spoke to you. Your eyes meeting his briefly before they flickered to his lips.

Have they always looked that good? Or was the intoxicating scent of his cologne making you drunk on him? 

You couldn't tell and honestly, you could care less what the reason was when his face seemed to inch closer to you. He was going to kiss you, you realized. Your breathing seem to halt in your throat when he was millimeters away from you. His nose pressed lightly to yours, setting your soul on fire. 

Your stomach turned and flopped, that familiar chill of desire ran down your spine all the way to your core. Your hands wanted to grip onto him, kiss him with a passion when the doorbell rang.

You jumped in your skin. Your body jerked back from him. Your big round doe-eyes staring blankly into his face. He groaned, eyes squeezed shut, resting his forehead against yours.

"She's got the worst timin'." He muttered before getting up from the couch to answer the door. The breath you'd been holding in released when he left the room.

Did you really about kiss your friend? And not only was he a friend, he was a coworker. You groaned, hands covered your face as it burned in embarrassment. What the hell were you thinking? You knew better than to ever mix business and feelings, especially when it came to famous people.

Florence entering the room with her sweet smile put a stop to your insanely degrading thoughts. You'd simply just pretend this never happened. Push it to the back of your mind and forget it, yeah that would be the solution.

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"Why do we gotta watch this scary shit?" Florence asked, her hands covering her eyes as Jason stalked through the forest after innocent teenagers.

"You've literally acted in horror movies." You smiled at her glare she shot at you. Her head laid on your shoulder as she whined loudly. Harry sat on the other side of her, his hand rested on her thigh.

You had no idea how to even begin to feel about that. An hour ago he was trying to kiss you and now he was rubbing her thigh. You didn't understand but refused to acknowledge the fact that the kiss almost even happened.

There was definitely tension between the three of you, awkward feelings floating in the air around his oversized living room. You tried your best to shove it down, to ignore whatever happened with you and Harry, especially since Florence was here and you had no idea what she would think.

"Let's take shots." She said as she flipped off the TV right as Jason's machete swung wildly through the air towards screaming teenagers.

"Trying to get us drunk?" Harry chuckled as he stood and walked to the kitchen. That smile on his face that could melt hearts.

"Duh. You two are being weird." She said as she eyed you up. Your face heating so much you swore you'd burst into flames. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just you know, stupid stuff." You waved your hand, dismissing her question. An unbelieving hum coming from her as Harry came back in with a bottle of tequila and shot glasses.

"Oh fuck," you groaned at the sight of the bottle, your old enemy that made you say the dumbest shit glared back at you.

"Gonna be able to keep up, kitty?" Harry asked as he sat down a full shot glass in front of you on his coffee table. 

You wished you'd been the type of person who was smart enough to see a bad idea staring you in the face.

You were not that person.

The shot stung and burned your throat the whole way down your throat. The potent liquid turned your stomach into knots whenever it hit the acid there.

Maybe you'd regret this tomorrow morning but it'd make one hell of a story.

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"Yeh never dated?" Harry asked, the upper half of his body swayed back and forth as he sat crossed legged on the floor of his living room. 

"Nope." You answered back before shooting what had to be shot number 10 down your throat. The once burning drink now felt like water when it went down.

"Wait, are you a virgin?" Florence asked, her eyes wide as she stared at you. The serious look on her face made you bust out laughing.

"I'm not a virgin. I just don't date."

"But you're so pretty. Anyone would date you." Florence said, her hand brushing back the hair from your forehead that was beading alcohol induced sweat.

"Don't have the time. Always busy." You said with a sigh. Sure, you wanted to date but your working schedule made it impossible. You couldn't even have a cat you were so busy and you fucking loved cats.

"Ever date more than one person at the same time?" Harry asked when he looked up from his shot that sat in front of him. Testing the waters, he thought, if you said you'd never do that at least you'd be likely to not remember the next day.

"Nah." You shrugged, completely missing the look Florence shot Harry's way. A warning to not push the subject.

"Y'could." He suggested as the warm feeling of sleep started to surround your body. Your eyes feeling more and more heavy by the second.

"That means two people would actually have to like me." You gave a short laugh. Your eyes closing, head falling back to lay on the couch. You'd only rest them for a second, you thought.

"We like you." Florence said quietly from beside you. Her statement being answered with your soft snores.

"She's never gonna agree to it." Harry mumbled, the shot in front of him finally being thrown to the back of his throat.

"But-" Florence started, her hands running over your hair. "I don't know, Harry. I just like her so much. Things feel right when she's around."

"I know, sweetheart." He said as he stood from his spot. His arms encircled you, picking you up as Florence stood from her spot on the floor. The two of them and the passed out you made your way to his room. The big plush bed you would have loved was soft under your body. Your hands closed around the pillow under your head.

"I wanna keep her." Florence said as she laid down beside you. Her hand rested over yours as Harry climbed into bed on the other side of you. 

"M'too but I think I scared her when I tried to kiss her." He said quietly, the both of them speaking in whispers over top of you.

Florence sighed, her lips pouting as she stared at your resting face. She knew weeks ago she liked you. Knew from the moment you laughed wholeheartedly at her terrible jokes that she wanted you. The same gleam bounced in Harry's eyes whenever he looked at you but you never noticed. 

You never took any of their flirting seriously. Never paid a second thought to them asking you out or trying to take you to nice places. 

It made a bit more sense to them now that they knew you never dated but how the hell could you not pick up on their shameless flirtation? Harry called you kitten for God's sake.

"Jus' gonna 'ave to be blunt." Harry said a while later. The both of them doing nothing else but listening to your soft snores.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow."

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You woke up the next morning to a pounding in your head. Your eyes barely saw anything through the foggy vision of your sleepy eyes. You swallowed down that dry feeling in your throat - water, you needed water.

You groaned softly as you pushed yourself up from the bed that wasn't your own. You knew you'd end up crashing the night at Harry's but you didn't expect to end up in the same bed with him, with both of them.

You figured that was honestly better than you and Harry alone in the bed together, at least you know you didn't do anything with Florence laying next to you two. 

You slipped out of bed, easily. The both of them didn't move a muscle as you snuck out of the house and towards your car. Maybe it was rude for you to run off like this but you needed to nurse your hangover at your own place.

You sighed, throwing your phone on your cluttered kitchen table when you finally made it home. The traffic was awful and of course everyone was laying on their horns like that would somehow help the long line of idle cars.

Your head was killing you when you sat in your shower. The water running over you was warm and much-needed. The hangover seemed to wash down the drain with your lavender soap. 

You were calm, in your element, when frantic knocking at your door interrupted your shower. You cursed under your breath, cutting off the water quickly. Hoping it wasn't your elderly neighbor who always seemed to need help moving boxes on Saturday's.

"I'm coming, Ms. Thompson!" You yelled as the knocking grew more frantic. Your bathrobe tightly around you when you opened the door. The both of them looked like a mess of anxiety and worry.

"Uh, hi?" You said with the door barely opened enough for your head to stick out. Water dripping off you collected on the floor at your feet.

"Hi? Seriously?" Florence growled, her usually sweet and calm voice laced with irritation as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at you.

"Where's yeh phone? We thought you wondered off in the middle of the night or sumthin'. We were bloody worried, Y/N." Harry said as you opened the door for them to come in. 

"It's dead." You gestured to the useless piece of technology sitting on your table. Harry hands ran over his face as he shook his head. Florence's lips pursed as they both looked anywhere but at you.

"Am I missing something?" You finally asked after what felt like hours. "'Cause I feel like I'm being scolded by my parents right now."

"You can't be serious. God, Y/N," Florence fumed in a way you'd never seen before. The confusion in your mind growing larger by the second. "What would we have done if something happened to you?

"Uhhh…" your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked towards Harry for help. You had no idea what the hell you did to make them so worried about you.

"Can yeh sit down?" Harry asked you, his head nodded in a gesture towards your couch. Anxiety crawled through your skin as you walked over to sit on your plain and basic couch.

Harry's hands smoothing down the front of his pants and Florence foot tapping like mad on your floors did nothing to calm your racing mind. All three of you sat in tension on your couch. You were sandwiched between the both of them. Their shoulders pressed tightly against yours and maybe if it was under different circumstances you'd enjoy the close contact.

"We like you." Florence blurted out into the silence of your living room. 

Your widening eyes looked at her in complete disbelief until you burst with laughter. The snorting chuckling sounds died quickly when they both seemed to clam up.

"You're serious?" You asked, both of them seemed too nervous to answer at first. Harry's concerned filled eyes connecting with yours briefly before looking at the ground, his hands, his rings. Anywhere else.

"We do but we get if 's weird fo' yeh. We can just forget it if yeh want us to go back to bein' friends." He rushed out nervously as you let out a breath of air.

"I'm just surprised someone, who doesn't sniff people, likes me." You mumbled, hand pushing back your damp hair out of your face. Harry's snort of a laugh and a shake of his head had your eyebrows pulled together before Florence called your attention again with her nerve wrecked voice.

"I can't believe you didn't notice." Her hands fiddled together with nerves. "We kept asking you out."

"I'm a bit dense." You said with a short laugh.

"Whaddya say?" Harry asked as he took his hand in yours. Florence doing the same with the other. Flutters in your stomach blossomed at their touch. One hand, soft and silky like satin, the other, rough and calloused at the tips but smooth towards the palm.

You swallowed the nerves down. Your mind filled with so many doubts, so many thoughts all at the same time. Anxiousness mixed with excitement. It was new, different, and you had so many questions.

"How- how would this work?" You asked, both sets of eyes brightening at your words.

"How ever you want." Florence rushed out. The prospect of you actually considering this had her heart racing almost out of her chest. Really, she'd agree to anything you wanted as long as it included you three being exclusive.

"We… just date?" You asked, your brows furrowed as you stared at your hands. Your mind trying to turn out the logistics was going to drive you absolutely insane.

"Well, yes but y'know… the three of us." Harry gestured to the three of you.

"Won't someone get jealous?" You asked him, your head tilted to the side as you watched his lips purse in consideration.

"Guess if one of us gets jealous we gotta talk 'bout it. Work it out." He said, Florence nodding her head in agreement from beside you.

"And.." you started to get nervous about your next question, the one that had been blaring in your mind since this conversation started. "The sex?"

"Already tryin' to bed us, kitten?" Harry joked as Florence shot him a glare. Your face heated and eyes widened, maybe this was a bad idea, you were already about to die from embarrassment.

"Shut up." She whispered yelled from beside you like you wouldn't be able to hear it. Harry's eyes rolled in his head that smug smirk on his face.

"We don't have to talk about that for a while if you don't want to. We can figure it out later." Florence said softly from beside you. Her hand taking yours again, her thumb ran soothing circles against the back of it.

You shrugged, your lip between your teeth as you thought about what it'd be like to have both of them. A familiar heat worked up in the bottom of your stomach.

God, even just picturing it was getting you started. You could only imagine what it'd be like when it actually happened.

"The little minx." Harry laughed as he leaned up to look at you the thoughts you were thinking clearly wrote across your face. "Think she wants t'give it a try before settling on an answer, Flor."

"Hmm," she hummed from beside you, a smile cracked on her face as she brushed the damp hair off your shoulder. "Think she needs some more convincing?"

"Yeah, looks like it to me." Harry words floated over you, through the air above you. Your mind tried to desperately grab at the words, make sense of them, but it was useless. You were already gone at the mere prospect of the rest of the day's events.

"Can I kiss you?" Her word brought you down to earth but only barely. 

Her plush lips made you forget how sentences form or words could be spoken in the English language when they hesitantly met yours. They were soft, not demanding to take control. She let you come to her. Let you set the pace that you were comfortable with.

Your hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her addictive gently touch harder into you. A heavenly sounded moan slid from her mouth when your tongue slipped its way in. You could have gotten lost in the way you moved so insync with each other when she pulled back.

Your deep breathing and closed eyes made her grin widely. Maybe you would be okay with this arrangement. 

Harry's hand in yours again got your attention. Eyes snapped open to see the pretty blonde in front of you smiling smugly.

"Can I kiss yeh?" His thick accent somehow sounded richer in this moment. Your head turned to the other side to see his usually bright green eyes darken with lust. The sight of him like that could keep you satisfied for a month, maybe longer. 

"Yes." You barely had the word out of your mouth when his lips pressed forcefully to yours. Demanding movements of his mouth led you in the kiss, determined hands grabbed your hips to lift you onto his lap. The sudden movement through you off balance. Your ass hitting his very prominent boner made you moan.

Holy shit, how the hell were you supposed to handle all of that?

You whimpered as he pulled you back from him. His hands running under the robe to your unclothed ass. His calloused fingers felt rough against your skin as he groaned, his head against the back of the couch as Florence moved over beside you two.

"We can stop 'ere." Harry said through gritted teeth when your hips moved over his, chasing the feeling of his retreating hands.

Florence hummed her agreement as you sat back fully on Harry's lap. Your mind ran circled around you. The last thing you were thinking right now was quitting this.

"I want to see you kiss." You said through your nerves both their wide eyes blinked up at you. Not thinking you'd be wanting to go any further. 

Florence acted quickly, her hands on either one of Harry's cheeks as she pulled his lips to hers. The two of them were obviously familiar with the other. They'd been doing this for a while, you assumed.

Whatever worries you had about being jealous or not liking the three of you together all at one time quickly went out the window. They were fucking hot together. The sight of them wrestling for the lead sent a flood of arousal straight to your core. Your hips grinding against Harry's lap, desperate for any friction. 

"Think we got her answer." Harry mumbled into Florence's mouth, a smile on his lips as she laughed. Your face heated as she faced you with that sweet smile.

"We better make sure she doesn't change her mind then."

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It was an absolute mess of limbs as you three rushed to the bedroom. Lips against lips, tongues sliding against one another's to a point you weren't sure where Harry started and Florence ended. 

"Gonna make yeh feel so good, princess." Harry's deep voice vibrated against you. His lips pressed tightly to your ear, turned upwards at the corners in a sinful smile. His hands gripped the back of your legs tighter, bringing them closer to God and you further and further away from ever having a front row ticket to the pearly gates. 

If this was why you went to hell, it'd be fucking worth it.

Her teeth grazed the inside of your bare thighs. Just enough to get your attention back to her pretty head of blonde hair between your legs. Harry's head against your shoulder as he watched her work you into an absolute mess of whines and she hadn't even done anything yet.

"So sensitive, baby." She smiled against your skin. Her perfect white teeth biting a bit harder into you before sucking the flesh of your inner thigh into her mouth. Marking you as theirs. 

You whimpered, head against Harry's shoulder as your fingers dug deep into his forearms that were holding your legs open for Florence. His throbbing erection leaking a river against your ass every time you squirmed in place. 

Hot breath fanned against your core. Her dainty fingers ran through your exposed folds and maybe, if you had more shame, you would have held back the pornographic moan that came from you. But you couldn't help it, they'd been absolutely teasing you relentlessly. Wanting to see how you ticked.

"Please, fuck," your hoarse voice cracked as you looked down at her. She was laid on her stomach arms crossed in front of her as she shamelessly studied you. "Flor, please."

"We're getting there." She mumbled, her fingers stopped their movements, one finger slipped into your absolutely dripping pussy. 

"Fuck." Harry breathed out as another moan fell from you. A subtle shift from his hips had another wet spot starting on your back.

"She's soaked, Harry." Florence held up her fingers that were doused in you up for him to inspect. A hum coming from him as he kissed against your neck that was littered with marks he'd left.

"Think y'can give us that answer now, pretty girl?" He smiled at your defiant 'humph', you were going to be so much fun to tease. "Come on, wanna hear y'say it. Then, yeh can get what y'want." 

You debated it for a second, your pride or your relief.

"I wanna be your girlfriend." You mumbled through nerves. Never one to be vocal during sex wasn't going to be an option with them. 

"Didn't hear yeh."

"Fuck," you groaned, face heating to blazing temperatures you didn't know existed outside of the sun. "I want to be your two's girlfriend!"

"No need to yell, baby." Florence said with a smug smile up to you. 

"You both ca--" you started to tell them both to shove off when her tongue finally, finally, ran across your swollen clit. 

You swore your eyes actually rolled back in your head.

"Told yeh we'd give yeh what you wanted." That smug smirk on his face as he watched you starting to fall apart.

Her tongue was flat and thick against your folds. Wild and untamed in it's adventures to find all the spots that made your toes curl. Her moans from your taste echoed through you.

"Holy shit," she breathed out, her mouth disconnected from you only briefly. Her thumb pressed on your clit, rubbing lightly. "Gotta taste her for yourself."

"Will after yeh finish. Don't wanna hog her all to m'self." 

You felt like you were going to explode. Here there were, casually talking about you like you weren't even there. It was so fucking hot.

Her hands grasped onto Harry's thighs as her whole face practically buried itself into your core. You'd been eaten out before, but not like this.

Her tongue switched so effortlessly between slow, thick, long, strides to quick, tight, circles on your throbbing bundle of nerve endings. She seemed to be a step away from reading your mind. Two fingers pushing into you right when you needed them the most.

"Gonna cum, pup?" Harry grunted against your skin. His eyes never left the absolutely sinful scene in front of him. Kisses pressed against your neck, your shoulder, anywhere he could reach.

"Yes, fuck, oh-" your voice carried through your small apartment. So loud, so lustful, you didn't even recognize it was yours at first. Her fingers hitting that spot inside you so perfectly, your tightening walls couldn't take it anymore. 

A release in a way you've never experienced before finally hit you. Your whole body shivered from the force of it. Eyes closed tightly, head against Harry's shoulder. It was so good it almost hurt.

When you finally started to surface from that hazy feeling of pure bliss you were being lowered onto the bed. Your legs that had been held open for so long ached and throbbed but it was so fucking worth it.

"Think y'can handle another one?" Harry smiled down to you as he hovered over the bed. Florence settling beside you, her hand over your hair to calm you down.

"Yeah." You barely breathed out, eyes connected with hers briefly. How the hell could someone look so sweet and adorable after wrecking you? 

You hummed, head leaning up to give her a kiss. Lips connected with hers as you reached for Harry's hand. His cool rings relieved the burning hot skin of your hands as you pulled him to your guys level. 

His lips replaced hers against yours. His hands taking time to explore the curves of your body, your chest. Fingers dancing against your budded nipples. Your overly sensitive body was aching for another release as you moaned into his smirking mouth. His hand kneading your flesh in brand new ways.

"Ass up, sweetheart." His cocky tone of voice had your heart beat picking right back up as you turned over onto your knees. You rested on your elbows, hand motioning for Florence to lay in front of you. Her eyes widened as she stared you down.

"Well, don't be shy." You smiled as she crawled over to you, her legs laid open on the bed as your arms wrapped around her thighs.

"Just, just, surprised this is happening." Her words stumbled out as your tongue started to explore her folds the way hers had done. Gently soft pressure against her core, hardly enough to taste her, teasing.

Payback for them taunting you in the beginning. 

Her breathing caught in her throat, her elbows barely keeping her upright when you finally got a good taste of her and fuck, was she delicious. You moaned, hands dug into her thighs as your tongue slipped into her tight hole.

You could do this the rest of your fucking life.

Harry's distraction finally broke when Florence's eyes opened again. Green eyes meeting green eyes as her hand tugged your head down harder into her core. His tongue wet his lips before his hand traveled down between your legs, fuckin' hell you were soaking almost down to your knees.

He wanted to be gentle with you, soft, loving. Show you how much he liked you but when you shifted your ass back into him. Wiggling back and forth for him, he couldn't help himself. You little temptress. His hand landed firmly on your ass and what he didn't expect was the full fledged roar of a moan that came from you. His dick twitched from the sound.

"Fuck," your voice muffled by the her silky wet cunt. Her hand lifting your head up just enough to see your eyes as Harry started to slide into your velvet cave. His hand bruising your hip as he cursed under his breath.

"Feel good, H?" Florence wore that smug smile as his lust blown eyes met hers. His snappy comments and witty attitude put at bay by your contracting walls having a hard time keeping up with his girth.

"God, sweet girl, your pussy is fuckin' tight." He thrusted a bit further into your narrow opening, your hands dug deep into Florence's legs as you whimpered. Her hands ran over your hair as she shushed you.

"Oh my g--" you choked out as he finally settled fully in you. His hands pulled the round flesh of your ass back to see where you two were connected. He pulled out only a little just to push slowly back in. His head fall to his chest as your vortex sucked him back in. "Move, please, move."

Your hips only swayed slightly before he was pounding into you. You were thankfully you had a job in front of you to do or else you would have been reaching another orgasm in mere seconds. His length hitting that spot inside of you every single time. 

You had to force yourself to concentrate, to not let your eyes roll back into your head whenever he pumped into you. Your tongue ran circles around her clit, your fingers slid into her easy. Nothing but moans filled your small apartment, your bed creaking from how hard he was thrusting into you.

You felt so sorry for your downstairs neighbors.

Her hand tightened in your hair as his hand tightened around your hip. You were pushed, pulled, tugged, manhandled, and holy fuck was it making your walls clench tighter. Your tongue was more determined than ever to make fast work of getting her off when you felt your fast approaching end over the horizon.

"Oh, oh," she moaned her hips bouncing down on your face as she fucked herself on your tongue and fingers.

"'M close." Harry grunted from behind you, his hand slapping down on your ass again.

You didn’t have the time or capacity to enjoy the stinging pain that went through your body. Tingling sensation all the way through your core when you felt the walls against your fingers start to contract. A wildly erotic moan came from her as Harry's hand reached around to rub fast pace circles on your clit.

Stars danced along your vision as your release hit you. Sloppy thrust of Harry's hips slowed down as a warmth filled you. Overrunning from your puffy, abused, pussy down your legs to the bedspread. Your body collapsed into the open arms of your now girlfriend as Harry leaned over your back.

"Why'd we wait so long to do that?" You asked once your mind cleared from the fog of your two orgasms. Laughs came from in front and behind you. Chaste kisses against whatever available skin was in their reach.

"We could always do it again, love."