#AND SUPPORTING THE SUB-GEORGE CAUSE!

[arainesque]

wear those shorts girl you'll look sick dw 🙇‍♀️ also pls fulfill the sub george people's needs i beg (but in a non pressuring way i swear)

I MIGHT now lovely, encouraging anon!!!! also PLS, not me posting about shorts before delivering any sub-george content, im so sorry for neglecting him :( (but I Love that ur here for it! sm! has me more hyped to take it up again!) ❤️❤️❤️

SUB-GEORGE WILL SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY! speaking it into existence so I have to do it...............

[overtrred28]

Watch my shattered edges glisten| Leah Williamson x young!reader (platonic)

Summary; Being so good so young brings a lot of attention to you, especially when you make a simple mistake. Leah notices you struggling and helps you as you begin to crack under the pressure. Inspired by "Mirrorball" by my mother, Taylor Swift.

Pairings; Leah Williamson x young!reader (platonic), lionesses x reader (platonic)

Words; 2k

Warnings; sad, swearing, angst.

A/N; Is it too much to ask just to be comforted by Leah. Sorry about the sadness but it's so fun to write and play it out in my head. A little it rushed but I wanted to get something out and i'm off work sick so very clearly bored atm. Enjoy.

It was no secret that Leah felt a need to protect you and basically adopt you when you entered the senior team just a few months ago. You were quite young, like most of the other girls were when they got their first call ups, but there was a naivety and innocence to you that she felt the need to take you under her wing very quickly.

You had excelled very easily in the youth and U23 squads, becoming one of the best defenders for your age and following closely behind in the footsteps of the one and only Leah Williamson. So when you got that call from Sarina inviting you to your first senior camp, you were both excited and extremely nervous to be in the presence of your biggest inspirations.

There was a lot of press when your call up was publicly announced, people who had watched you in the younger squads cheering you on and other fans ready to see how you would fit within the senior team. A lot of the younger players in the squad were more than excited to hear of you finally moving up, most of you playing together and growing up together at national camps over the years. So there was no reason for you to worry about when arriving at St Georges park for the first time.

But the thought about being in an unfamiliar environment with new people and a new team still made you nervous. So it was understandable that you were quiet and reserved for the first day, still greeting everyone but unsure of where your place in the squad was just yet. The girls you had grown up with were lovely as always but it had been a few years since you were all together, so it was different. 

That's when Leah knew she had to make the effort and ensure your transition to the senior squad was smooth and easy, making you comfortable with the girls which would benefit your performance on the field.

"Hey, y/n!" A voice called out to you, making you turn your head to find the Leah Williamson waving you over to her table. You swallowed your nerves before walking over to her with your breakfast tray in your shaky hands. She shifted over to make a space for you between herself and Keira. That was the first and certainly not the last time Leah had made sure you felt welcome and  supported on the team. 

A few camps in and everyone was calling you a mini Leah, not that you minded. You and the older defender had a lot in common, making it easy to get along and create a sisterly bond quite easily. 

Despite being in a lower-ranked team of the WSL, many people already knew who you were and were ready to support you as you joined the senior squad. This helped with your nerves as you waited to sub on during your first national game, hearing the home crowd cheer as your number displayed beside Leah's.

"You've got this little one." Leah whispered as she hugged you, making your heart swell and your eyes roll at the nickname before you ran out and took her place on the field next to Millie and Lotte.

It's safe to say your run with the national team has been going quite well since your first game, finding yourself appearing in every match and even starting in the two in the previous camp.

Your impressive defensive skills and tactics had been noticed when you were on national duty and during regular matches, causing your agent to call you with many offers from many different clubs in the WSL and even other leagues. But there was one that stood out and would be a no-brainer to transfer during the January window, especially as a place to work on your skills ahead of the World Cup this summer.

So you officially left the club that started your professional career at 18 just three years ago and set off to North London, moving into Leah's flat; nice and close to the Colney.

It was in a friendly against Australia where you made a simple mistake that would impact you and your career so harshly, so quickly.

3 months out from the world cup and this one mistake almost cost you your spot in the World Cup squad... or so you were made to believe.

It was a simple mistake that plenty of players all over the world had made before; stepping out that little bit too much during a tackle and risking the player you were trying to mark, especially with the current weather conditions. That's all it took. But you knew the moment your studs hit Kyra's boot, your match was over.

The whistle was blown within seconds of her body hitting the floor and her grabbing onto her foot where your studs had accidently landed. You looked down to where her team was beginning to surround her, frozen in place until a hand on your shoulder shook you out of it and your head moved the ref who was reaching in her back pocket. The red card came into view and although you knew it was coming, your heart still sunk as she wrote your number on the back.

A few of the England girls began to start arguing with ref that it should have at least been a yellow, but you knew there was no point, anyone could see that it was a definite red and you were officially benched for the rest of the game and the next one coming. So with a hung head you walked off the field and over to the tunnel, the voices of your teammates and the disappointed home crowd blurring into the background, everything feeling as though it was in slow motion as the rain continued to fall.

"I'm sorry." You spoke to Sarina who silently nodded her head at you, both a sympathetic and disappointed look on her face as you passed by and walked down to the change room.

You sat down on the bench in front of your cubby and stared down at the boots that let down the team and left them a man down with 20 minutes still to go.

There was something bubbling in your chest that should have been anger at the situation but it was just bitter disappointment in yourself and that was ultimately worse. Water formed in your eyes and your throat began closing up as you bit back the tears that were trying to escape, but you couldn't let them.

You ended up showering and changing into your tracksuit as you waited for the match to end and what you presumed would be a lot of upset teammates ready to storm in and hurl their anger towards you. You curled up in your cubby, headphones on but no music playing, and closed your eyes as you waited.

You were so buried within yourself that you hadn't noticed all the girls coming in and spotting you making yourself so small, breaking all of their hearts as they could see how hard you were taking this.

It was Esme who eventually disturbed you, tapping your shoulder gently, silently nodding to the door of the once again empty changeroom after everyone began to leave for the bus.

She threw her arm around you, tucking you into her side as you walked out to the back and towards the bus where everyone was waiting. Once again you were left alone by the girls on the bus, they could see you were utterly disappointed and didn't want to accidentally make it worse. So although you were sat by yourself, you could feel 22 pairs of eyes on you every so often, but most intensely from a blonde captain further back on the bus.

It didn't take long for the press to have their say on the incident, immediately shaming you for your mistake and basically flushing your name and reputation down the toilet. So as you mindlessly scrolled through social media on the way back, your feed was filled with posts and comments about the incident. You knew better than to read what they wrote about you, but you couldn’t stop, obsessed with reading every article that featured your name. 

Most of the comments were the same, things like "how dangerous it really could have been" and that you were "young and reckless and irresponsible with your choices as a defender." Deep down you knew they were wrong about you but it was hard to fight through the voices saying they were right and that you were a bad footballer. 

Leah started to get worried when you were not only ignoring the other girls, but then you began distancing yourself upon returning home with her. You stayed in your room as much as you could and tried to stay away from Leah but it was hard when living in the same house. 

The night that you got back she barely heard from you, wanting to respect your privacy for as long as she could but when she heard your soft cries through the door she couldn’t ignore it any longer. 

“Y/N?” She knocked softly on the door, waiting for a response but you stayed quiet. “I’m coming in okay.” She gave a warning before opening the door softly, her eyes instantly finding you tucked into the covers facing away from the door. “Oh little one.” 

Her soft voice made a sob finally escape and you began properly breaking down for the first time. She hated seeing you like this, contrastingly different to the bubbly, mischievous person you were known to be. She crawled up under the covers, rolling you over and placing your head upon her chest.

“What can I do?” She began smoothing your hair with her fingers, she knew this is what came with becoming a footballer in the spotlight but she didn’t think it would get you this early in your career. 

“Just hold me please.” Your voice was soft and broken, trying to stop the images and words they were saying from spiralling in your mind. 

“None of what they say is true, I need you to know that.” Leah spoke again after a few minutes of silence, finally feeling your breathing slow and the tears stopping. “It was an accident and you know it, I know it, she knows it and they know it too.” She was referring to Kyra who you had already sent a message to, apologising for hurting her and the media who were riling up a story to fill their articles full of nonsense for more money.

“This does not change who you are as a person or a player, it happens to everyone and it will go away once they find something new to talk about. But you need to ignore them.” She continued, waiting for any kind of response. “Promise me you’ll ignore them.” Leah looked down at you, tapping your head as a signal to look up at her. 

“I promise.” You gave her a small smile while nodding. 

“Come on, let’s go eat some smileys.” She flung the covers off and pushed you up with a laugh, getting one out of you for the first time since it happened. 

“You have the pallet of a five year old.” You shook your head as you crawled out of your bed. 

“And what about it?” She wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you exited out to the kitchen, pressing a small kiss to your head as you walked together. 

It was at that moment you felt truly grateful for Leah and all she had given you since joining the Lionesses and Arsenal. She took you in and gave you an environment to thrive and be comfortable in a new place when she didn’t have any obligation to. But you would forever be in debt to her kindness and never reject anything she gave to you. 

[punkeropercyjackson]

So,uh,here's my prob with the extremely anti shipping Hobie crowd.Hobie has never been explicitly stated as a familial figure to any Spiderband member and in fact,the first thing we learned about this incarnation of him is that he was gonna be a romantic rival for Miles over Gwen.Now if people hate Ghostpunk because they think it's unnesecessary het drama to Ghostflower or don't want Hobie to date white girls or find the implication of two black dudes fighting over a white girl to be stank,then that's totally valid and i actually agree with the second point as i see Gwen as a half white afrolatina(George is her white parent obvs)because of how i have a lot in common with her and because i feel it fixes the lack of black teen girl rep in Spiderverse,which ofc includes her and Margo being besties and making/supporting solo Margo content instead of misogynoir bullshit,and it's why i feel comfortable shipping Ghostpunk romantically

And with Miles i don't see brothers vision at all due to literally not being able to read their dynamic as anything but Hobie flirting Miles and Miles crushing on him too and i would respect it anway because hey,Punkflower isn't canon either but i've noticed a lot of Atsv fans pushing it as fact and that's where it gets really annoying since it's a CONSTANT thing and Hobie dosen't even act older brotherly to the Spiderband,he acts like their PUNK FRIEND by having a strong sense of community and protecting them and acts rowdy/goofy with them cause punk requires an ultimate rebellious attitude at your core.I also can't help but feel that the perception of Punkflower vs Chaipunk is to get Hobie out of the way of Gwen and Miles as a couple by a good chunk of fake Chaipunk shippers that only do them as a sidedish to G/F and it's worth noting this never happens to Prowlerbyte,a ship that's pretty much only shipped by black fans and therefore lacks the antiblackness in content and motivation

There's also the whole explosion of Noir and Hobie content with almost NONE for Margo and Hobie despite how as i've previously analyzed,Hobie is AFROpunk and Noir's not even punk-Yeah he's anti-fascist but Hobie's punk (sub)CULTURALLY,he was THERE at it's creation,and he's black in every way just like Margo and i find it more than a little offensive as a black punk myself that the same people who hate on canonical queer punk love i.e Gwen being a pastel punk trans girl and Hobie unlabeled and femme and BLACK love i.e Punkflower and Punkbyte also ship Hobie with a whole ass white man from the 1920s who looks exactly Peter B?????Or at be closer to him than his actual communities(i.e Trans people,punks and most importantly NIGGAS).It honestly reminds of Flowerbyte antis who ruin Gwen to turn her into ammo against Margo when she'd never and Margo wouldn't loose even if she did either

Y'all DO know Hobie is meant to be the embodiment of irl black punks and go against antiblack stereorypes,right?So that's why they had Gwen and Miles find him 'insanely hot' and 'loving him'(Miles and Gwen's words,not mine!!)and Gwen and him have a genuinely sweet romance that's mutually beneficial instead of snowbunning and that even with it's final ambiguity-That i am supportive of!I also love Siblings!Ghost Punk and have a hard time picking between it and Gwobie-is meant to symbolize the historical intertwinement between black people and transfems in punk culture?That Hobie while a black symbol first and foremost by far is ALSO an intersectionalist that was shown with him and Gwen and him and Pavitr and black people of different heritage/identities than him(Miles is black nuyorican and Margo is a black girl to his jamaican-english genderqueer)?That we're meant to look up to him as an audience to unlearn propaganda and that a big part of antiblackness is making black people to undateble with passive aggressiveness,right?You know Hobie wasn't /j but /srs,SÍ?????

[eretzyisrael]

by Christopher Rufo

Portland, Oregon, has earned its reputation as America’s most radical city. Its public school system was an early proponent of left-wing racialism and has long pushed students toward political activism. As with the death of George Floyd four years ago, the irruption of Hamas terrorism in Israel has provided Portland’s public school revolutionaries with another cause du jour: now they’ve ditched the raised fist of Black Lives Matter and traded it in for the black-and-white keffiyeh of Palestinian militants.

I have obtained a collection of publicly accessible documents produced by the Portland Association of Teachers, an affiliate of the state teachers’ union that encourages its more than 4,500 members to “Teach Palestine!” (The union did not respond to a request for comment.)

The lesson plans are steeped in radicalism, and they begin teaching the principles of “decolonization” to students as young as four and five years old. For prekindergarten kids, the union promotes a workbook from the Palestinian Feminist Collective, which tells the story of a fictional Palestinian boy named Handala. “When I was only ten years old, I had to flee my home in Palestine,” the boy tells readers. “A group of bullies called Zionists wanted our land so they stole it by force and hurt many people.” Students are encouraged to come up with a slogan that they can chant at a protest and complete a maze so that Handala can “get back home to Palestine”—represented as a map of Israel.

Other pre-K resources include a video that repeats left-wing mantras, including “I feel safe when there are no police,” and a slideshow that glorifies the Palestinian intifada, or violent resistance against Israel. The recommended resource list also includes a “sensory guide for kids” on attending protests. It teaches children what they might see, hear, taste, touch, and smell at protests, and promotes photographs of slogans such as “Abolish Prisons” and “From the River to the Sea.”

In kindergarten through second grade, the ideologies intensify. The teachers’ union recommends a lesson, “Art and Action for Palestine,” that teaches students that Israel, like America, is an oppressor. The objective is to “connect histories of settler colonialism from Palestine to the United States” and to “celebrate Palestinian culture and resistance throughout history and in the present, with a focus on Palestinian children’s resistance.”

The lesson suggests that teachers should gather the kindergarteners into a circle and teach them a history of Palestine: “75 years ago, a lot of decision makers around the world decided to take away Palestinian land to make a country called Israel. Israel would be a country where rules were mostly fair for Jewish people with White skin,” the lesson reads. “There’s a BIG word for when Indigenous land gets taken away to make a country, that’s called settler colonialism.”

Before snack time, the teacher is encouraged to share “keffiyehs, flags, and protest signs” with the children, and have them create their own agitprop material, with slogans such as “FREE PALESTINE, LET GAZA LIVE, [and] PALESTINE WILL BE FREE.” The intention, according to the lesson, is to move students toward “taking collective action in support of Palestinian liberation.”

The recommended curriculum also includes a pamphlet titled “All Out for Palestine.” The pamphlet is explicitly political, with a sub-headline blaring in all capital letters: “STOP THE GENOCIDE! END U.S. AID TO IRSAEL! FREE PALESTINE!” The authors denounce “Zionism’s long genocidal war on Palestinian life” and encourage students to support “boycott, divestment, and sanctions” policies against Israel.

The pamphlet includes chants that teachers can adopt in the classroom. Some imply support for militancy and political violence: “Resistance is justified when people are occupied!”; “We salute all our martyrs! mothers, fathers, sons and daughters!”; “Justice is our demand! No peace on stolen land!”

It’s not immediately clear to what extent the “Teach Palestine!” lessons have been adopted in Portland public school classrooms. But the teachers’ union claims that the district has been “actively censoring teachers” for promoting pro-Palestine ideologies; in response, it has assembled a legal guide for how teachers can keep promoting the lessons under the guise of meeting state curriculum standards.

[fxingdead]

I just wanted to say thank you for the well spoken words on the Caiti situation, as a victim myself in almost the exact same way minus the alcohol, the rhetoric going around on this situation is so incredibly harmful.

There are so many obvious logical fallacies that will now just be used on other victims after this in the impact zone of the internet involved.

People saying that if it was actually bad, then someone in the room would have put a stop to it, when bystander effect, normalized bad practices, and alcohol exists.

People saying that since George didn’t do it purposefully without consent means it isn’t SA.

People saying that if it was serious she would have gotten the justice system involved when most cases aren’t going to be prosecutable in a court of law with minimal proof, and in general often damage the victims more without an outcome that helps anyone, and is often morally objectionable due to the inhumane aspects of prison and US punishment without good rehabilitation.

People saying that she’s either too much or too little traumatized for the experience to be valid, when the incident being morally wrong doesn’t require more or less of an impact.

People saying that people supporting Caiti are saying it’s exactly the same as Shelby’s situation and because it’s not, it’s less valid, when although abuse and SA can have different scales of harm caused, doesn’t mean that SA doesn’t deserve condemnation. Weaponizing someone’s lengthy painful experience to say that we shouldn’t treat another’s seriously is awful. Her story is exactly what Shelby meant to inspire sharing, because this stuff happens in all shapes and forms.

People saying that being emotional or not describing every part in excruciating detail when coming forward for the first time is manipulative and proves bad character or smth.

People saying that because a perpetrator is drunk both sides were equally as wrong and no one can be held accountable.

People saying that cuddling, flirting, being friendly before or after, freezing, not immediately leaving, not saying no, is consent.

People saying that this must be for clout or money because subs are turned on.

People saying that George’s response was a good apology when he said that because the act wasn’t extreme for him he didn’t think much of it, and focusing on many details not actually related to the incident or on other general hatred for dteam to imply bias against them, and generally implied that he was sorry that she felt uncomfortable rather than for what he did. And accepting the apology for Caiti.

People saying that to come forward (especially while not even naming the person) was only to ruin their life, and that that’s the only thing you can get out of coming forward publicly instead of support, peace of mind from not keeping something inside so long, and awareness so other people could come forward etc.

People saying that it was wrong to not handle this privately when that isn’t a viable option for a lot of cases particularly with powerful people involved, or when what you are seeking isn’t necessarily anything from who hurt you, like this is just some petty drama.

People saying that only acts considered more “extreme” and even more sexual should be taken seriously.

People saying because she angrily laughed in her recent response and was extremely explicit about what happened to her that she couldn’t have been shy or hesitant in her first response and is lying.

People actively victim blaming and overemphasizing underage drinking because “she isn’t a victim” when this exact rhetoric will and has been used in these cases time and again and shouldn’t be brought up when SA is even in the discussion, and will be used to guilt people who see it when they become a victim.

People saying perceived consent for other acts or the same act previously is consent for another.

People now believing in an incredibly dangerous definition of nonverbal consent because of dream’s statement, when nonverbal consent has been promoted for the protection of people who go nonverbal, it has to be as clear and exact as verbal consent, either as predetermined signals with a partner, nods, or moving someone’s hand somewhere, not just interpreting body language of a drunk stranger. The whole point of the consent movement is to have signs that aren’t misinterpretable to avoid hurting your partner or someone. If someone internally does not consent, but these signs prove consent, then what is the point? If I thought the signs I was using with someone I loved or a human I respect as I living being, didn’t actually express their wishes, I’d sure as hell try something else.

People saying that because Caiti expressed these signs that they’re calling nonverbal consent that she was lying to George.

People saying that because of that, this is a false allegation and is damaging victims, and some victims weaponizing their own experience to say that Caiti isn’t a victim and should shut up.

People saying that she just changed her mind, and anyone who isn’t reacting absolutely negatively in the moment who hasn’t consented is just having self guilt and is projecting.

People saying that anything other than enthusiastic consent is consent.

More real actual victims are going to fall into one of these categories of criticism and false logic, with it being much rarer that a ‘perfect’ victim comes along by these standards, and an intricate framework for ignoring them has been developed from this incident. If dteam hadn’t promoted and encouraged all of these fallacies from the start I think Caiti could have gotten a proper response to help her move on and not be so much more damaged, and many people wouldn’t have started to see dteam as so tainted by ugliness. In that way everything they’ve done since Caiti first came forward has done perhaps more long term damage than the act itself.

Because of their bias and falling for these manipulative tactics, this audience would just as easily invalidate me, and that hurts, even as I didn’t get as hurt as Caiti and I actually got validation from the people I told and had the confidence to know it was wrong immediately even though I froze and such, all these years later, this fact somehow hurts.

Sorry for the rant, I just needed this off my chest. Thanks again.

Ofcourse it means the world to mean hearing other peoples story’s and your rant is incredibly well worded. I show my support for victims because I know how hard it is. I was always silent for the longest time but now all I can feel is anger and I want people to understand that is more complex than it actually is and you can’t always go to the authorities. When I was 9 I had my 2nd experience this one being me realizing what sexual harassment actually is. I did go to court and I talked to authorities but in the end “I was lying.” I was 9 and they expected me to give full detail on what had happened when in reality all I wanted was to play with my Barbie’s. I didn’t understand what was actually happening cause I was a child. The justice system is incredibly flawed. Sad part is I still see him when holidays come around. It’s sickening. People constantly jumping to blame the victim makes me irritated. To them no matter what you’ll do you’re never gonna be considered a real victim. The idea of how our society reacts to these topics deeply upsets me. I speak for victims who are always told be silent cause they deserve to be heard. Saying she just wants clout is ridiculous when she has so much more to lose than George does. This why most of my post are on these serious topics because I’m not allowing myself to ever be silenced again. I’m also so sorry that you had to experience something similar, I wish every victim the best healing journey. It’s important to remember you’re not alone and there’s people here who believe you and think your story is valid. No matter how big or small your story is, no matter how big or small the impact it had on you is, your story will forever be valid.

[respectthepetty]

Jeng speaking English should come with at least a 10 minute warning so I can collect myself.

goddammit!!!!

Y'all know that I mute and speed up my shows, so I didn't realize he was speaking English until the Thai subs kept coming up; then, I had to rewind and slow it down to hear it, so I could appreciate the cuteness. Jeng bringing out his multilingual side to confess AGAIN made him more adorable!

And because this isn't the first time the use of another language in a BL has caused me to stop in my tracks, let me give you something you didn't even ask for -

My Top Five Favorite Uses of Another Language in BLs!

offered in no particular order

My Only 12% - English

Cake was studying with his pals when he decided to call it a night. He went into his bedroom and apologized to his boyfriend Eiw for waking him up. Eiw told Cake he wasn't really sleeping well because Cake wasn't next to him, and that was all it took for Cake's heart-eyes to be activated. He kissed Eiw so tenderly only to then dedicate an ode to Eiw's entire body, mind, and soul all in English while kissing each part of Eiw's body as he praised it. What a king!

Never Let Me Go - Mandarin

I already thought that Palm liked Nueng's mean side a little too much before Wu and David wandered into Mam's bar, but this exchange solidified that Palm had a specific kink and Nueng was more than happy to offer Palm a helping hand a scolding insult. Nueng took great pleasure calling his boyfriend a fool in every language he knew including Mandarin, and I'm sure that is part of the reason Palm came around to Nueng extending his time abroad for schooling. The more education Nueng has, the more languages he can berate Palm in.

Unintentional Love Story - Spanish

The main couple were great, but I was showing up every week for Donghee and Hotae's friends-to-enemies-to-menaces plot because once they screamed at each other in the alley, the only reasonable next step was to sleep together, no? Maybe that's just me, but Hotae trying to prove to Donghee that he was serious about him by learning Spanish like one of the Hisstrange (Hispanic) men Donghee liked had me screaming, "SECOND SEASON WHEN?" which now I must patiently wait for to see how well Hotae's improves his language skills for his amor.

KinnPorsche - English

The VegasPete arc was a wild ride. They went from spying and torturing to crying and fucking in the span of two episodes, but what was the craziest moment of them all was when after sex and STILL CHAINED UP, Vegas turned to Pete and softly said, "Do you know how sexy you are?" Like . . . bitch, what?! Even crazier was Pete's apathetic response of "mmm" as if he had heard that line a thousand times after bringing countless men to their knees with his free therapy and snarky comebacks. Vegas served a lot of great English lines, but this one took the cake, and the tossed salad.

Moonlight Chicken - Modern Standard Thai Sign Language

Heart and Li Ming's story was already the sweetest thing since a nice mango sorbet on a hot day, but add in the fact that Wen, the bridge between Li Ming and his uncle Jim, was not only fully supportive of these two kids finding happiness within each other, but started to learn MSTSL so he could communicate with Heart was what pushed me over the edge. Heart's own parents couldn't be bothered to learn how to communicate with their son, but Li Ming's very-gay-uncle's boyfriend did. Wen knew he needed an ally to deal with these stubborn guys, and no better than the boyfriend of your-soon-to-be-nephew. Ghost Host, Ghost House gets an honorable mention for MSTSL as well.

Bonus

KinnPorsche - English

Ken and Big were two bad bitches and the Regina George and Maddy Perez of Kinn's bodyguard squad. Big had his reasons for disliking Porsche like being jealous that the man he loved was in love with this idiot, but Ken just hated Porsche for being an idiot who upset the guy he was in love with (Ken x Big is canon to me), so when Ken yelled, "Are you fucking dumb, bro?!" at Porsche with Perth's Australian accent, I was cackling. It made me instantly think Ken was the mole because only someone who was rocking with Vegas "but this wasn't the fucking plan" Theerapanyakul could drop bangers like this.

[pleistocene-pride]

Megatherium known as the giant ground sloth or the megathere is an extinct genus of ground sloth which lived throughout South America from the Pliocene to Pleistocene some 5 million to 12,000 years ago. The first known remains of Megatherium consisting of a mostly complete skeleton were discovered in 1788 by Manuel Torres, on the bank of the Luján River in Argentina. The fossil was shipped to Museo Nacional de Ciencias Naturales in Madrid the following year, where it remains. It was reassembled by museum employee Juan Bautista Bru in 1795 and subsequently described by Georges Cuvier in 1796. Cuvier assigned the fossil the scientific name Megatherium americanum from the Greek méga 'great' and theríon 'beast' and americanum being a reference to the Americas. In the centuries to follow dozens of well preserved specimens have been recovered representing some 8 species considered valid: M.‭ ‬americanum‭,‭ ‬M.‭ ‬altiplanicum,‭ ‬M.‭ ‬gallardoi,‭ ‬M.‭ ‬istilarti,‭ ‬M.‭ ‬medinae,‭ ‬M.‭ ‬parodii,‭ and ‬M.‭ ‬sundti which are separated into the two sub-genuses of Megatherium and Pseudomegatherium. With the largest species reaching some 20ft (6m) in length, 7ft (2.1m) tall when on all fours, and 8,400 to 10,100lbs (3,810 to 4580kgs) in weight, megatherium surpassed most modern elephants in size making it not only one of the largest xenathrans but one of the largest mammals known to have ever existed. Megatherium had a robust skeleton with a large pelvic girdle and a broad muscular tail. Its large size enabled it to feed at heights unreachable by other contemporary herbivores. Rising on its powerful hind legs and using its tail to form a tripod, Megatherium could support its massive body weight while using the curved claws on its long forelegs to pull down branches. These large animals likely lived in small groups feeding during the day before spending there nights resting inside of caves and large burrows the animals likely dug using there massive claws. Megatherium became extinct around 12,000 years ago during the Quaternary extinction event, which also claimed most other large mammals throughout the world. The extinction coincides with the settlement of the Americas, and multiple kill sites where M. americanum was slaughtered and butchered, suggesting that human hunting helped caused the sloths extinction.

Art belongs to the following creators:

Megatherium Mother and Baby: Mark Witton https://www.redbubble.com/i/art-board-print/Megatherium-by-MarkWitton/40411556.TR477

Megatherium: Brian Engh

Lost World - Megatherium: Rob Brunette https://www.artstation.com/artwork/3dbQXY

[safetycar-restart]

Mick, who pretty much spends his time doing things for others because it's the best way he can show his love, is doing everyone a favor the moment he sits on Toto's lap.

Toto doesn't say anything when Mick sits on his lap, it's second nature by now (second nature to let Mick get away with everything!). Toto only has his hands on Mick's thighs, squeezing them from time to time, and also Mick's hips.

You're sitting by his side too, with George watching the rest of the race standing behind, but you notice that he's very antsy and just as stressed, so you extend your hand to show him support. George immediately holds it and clings to you and before you know it George is sitting on your lap as well, seeking comfort from you.

Australia might be your busiest day of the year, because George wants to blow off steam and hugs, Mick wants to make sure everyone is relaxed and happy, and Lewis wants to submit nicely (I feel like he doesn't want to do heavy scenes after races, he just wants to clear his mind and relax, Mick giving him a massage under your watch is a great idea!). Toto is glad that you do a good job as Dom in Mercedes, but he is also glad that you and Mick are there grounding him. Australia was definitely bittersweet.

-🌻

PS: all your thoughts were great!!!

YES. YES TO ALL OF THIS.

Firstly, yeah the entire of Mercedes breathes a sigh of relief when Mick plonks himself down on Toto’s lap. Toto was dangerously close to breaking another pair of headphones before he did.

The moment George’s engine failed, Mick just simply slipped off his own chair in the garage and went to Toto. He didn’t even say a word, just shimmed between Toto and the desk and hopped onto his lap. He put his legs between the holes at the back of Toto’s chair so that he could sit facing Toto, resting his head on Toto’s shoulder with his ear pressed against Toto’s headphone so that he could hear the radio chatter.

And that was that.

Toto didn’t move until the podium ceremony, keeping his hands on Mick’s hips to make sure he didn’t fall. Toto didn’t say a word, but he was so much more relaxed, no longer death glaring at the poor strategists next to him.

You end up taking Mick’s seat, deciding that it would be best for you to be close to Toto and also knowing that there’s no way Mick is going to need to his own seat before the race is over. You don’t usually sit with them, preferring to be further back or sometimes even with the pitcrew. But today you know your boys might need you.

George joins you once he’s changed out of his race suit and gave a statement to the media. He stands behind you, looking over your shoulder at the screens in front of you.

He gets antsy as he watches the race, a combination of frustration at his race ending so soon and nervousness from watching Lewis race. You hold out your hand to him and he quickly takes it, squeezing it tight.

He ends up stepping closer to you, resting his cheek on your shoulder and basically hugging you from behind to watch the race, but you can tell he wants to be held. So you just sigh and open your arms, letting George come sit on your lap too. Of course this means you can’t see the screens at all but that’s fine, your job is to help your subs and you’re doing that.

Toto glances at you when he sees George moving, but only smiles when George settles on your lap, clearly pleased you’re helping one of his drivers while he holds your sub.

When Lewis gets back and it becomes evident he wants to submit, then the best course of action might be to let Toto take George? Cause George just wants cuddles and reassurance, and Toto needs someone to ground him. So you send the two of them to Toto’s hotel room, promising to join them with Mick and Lewis once Lewis has gotten what he needs.

Mick doesn’t even consider going with George and Toto. He can see that Lewis needs help so he’s going to be there.

Lewis just wants something calm and comforting, being able to submit without fear and knowing that you’ll look after him. He’s never really been a fan of harsher scenes, but today even less so.

I think there’s something very comforting about Mick to Lewis? Mick just feels so… safe?

So it’s actually Mick who does most of the scene with Lewis, not you. Of course you’re the one instructing him, and you watch them both very closely. But it’s Mick’s hands on Lewis, Mick’s body Lewis is curled against.

And it’s exactly what Lewis needs. He lets your instructions wash over him, your voice becoming a calm background noise as Mick touches him. Mick does only what you ask, obeying immediately without question, being the best sub you could ever ask for.

Lewis gets massaged and then Mick slowly and gently strokes his cock, letting Lewis hide against him as he does so. Mick is rock hard too, of course, but completely ignores that. This is about Lewis, he’s helping you with Lewis.

Once Lewis is calm and recovered, you take him and Mick back to Toto’s room. George opens the door for you, looking sleepy and comfortable in one of Toto’s soft shirts.

The five of you all curl up on Toto’s king sized bed.

It’s bitter sweet, yes, but the aftertaste is mostly sweet.

[shredsandpatches]

Before work this morning I read a book chapter about same-sex desire and the development of modernity in early modern Germany and, like you do if you're talking about capital-M modernity in Germany, it started off with the Faust legend, pointing out that homoeroticism has been part and parcel of the Faust corpus even back when Magister Georg Helmstetter, aka Sabellicus, aka Faustus junior was traveling across Germany causing problems on purpose, even without a Mephistopheles to fuck that old man.

I fear it is gauchely anglocentric of me, but I did raise an eyebrow at the brief survey of sub- or super-textually gay Fausts skipping directly from Faustus Georg to Goethe to Mann (both Manns) without even a nod across the North Sea to the first serious dramatic treatment of the story, however. I mean, yes, it's a chapter focused on Germany but Marlowe was only a couple of steps removed from the German source material (the 1592 English Faustbuch is pretty close to the 1587 Spiers). Granted I don't think Doctor Faustus was much known on the continent, even much later--Goethe read it some time after he finished Faust I--but I think it probably supports the larger point that of all the playwrights working in early modern England it's Marlowe who gloms onto that particular subject matter, even without the German social context. Worth a footnote, anyway.

(NB. I am not seriously offended, just to be clear)

[carpedzem]

the whole tagging debate is so based. there are a couple times I was happy to see a sub ship of the main polyamorous relationship be tagged (mostly in other fandoms) but the pain of people overtagging is real. wasn't it back in like early 2021 that it was very common to get a fuckton of benchtrio or sbi fics while looking for dnf cause dnf were mentioned as a couple in one chapter? honestly don't get why people just don't add it into the general tags but instead put it into the relationships

THE AMOUNT OF FICS I READ ABOUT BAD EVIL C!DREAM JUST TO GET SOME C!DNF CRUMBS AND USUALLY IT WAS ONE SENTENCE HOW C!GEORGE HATE HIM NOW AND SUPPORTS C!TOMMY... no one will ever give me back this time...😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[cromwellrex2]

The Third Civil War, August-September 1650: ‘all in disorder and running, both right wing and left.’

Dunbar: Cromwell’s Greatest Triumph

Highlander Pikemen at Dunbar by Graham Turner. Source: Warfare History Network website

WITH HIS unseemly betrayal of Montrose and, in effect the cause of High Church Scottish Royalism, Charles had given himself little choice but to accept wholeheartedly the requirements of the Scottish Committee of Estates and to relinquish Anglicanism. This conversion was not a happy one: Charles departed the Netherlands on 2nd June 1650, and when his ship was forced to dock in Helgoland, seeking refuge from Commonwealth naval pursuit, his accompanying Scottish commissioners required him to sign further binding conditions as sub clauses to the Treaty of Breda, confirming his adherence to Presbyterianism ‘in the presence of Almighty God.’ Charles was now effectively a theological prisoner of the Kirk. When Charles landed in Scotland he was immediately subjected to a regime of Puritan religious indoctrination, in an attempt to purge the young man of what the Covenanters believed were his Popish inclinations, inherited from both his father and his mother. Whereas Argyll’s government were determined to use the influence of their reluctant convert King to justify its suppression of all opposition to Presbyterianism within Scotland, it was not at this stage seeking to extend its creed to England, despite the terms of Breda and the Solemn League and Covenant. The English Commonwealth however were not so sanguine. For the Independents of the Rump Parliament and the New Model Army, the combination of ideological Puritanism with a Presbyterian version of Royalism was a potentially deadly threat, with the risk that any number of dissenters in England could rally to this new challenge to the still barely legitimate Commonwealth. The English Council of State believed a fourth Covenanter invasion of England was inevitable and it determined that the New Model Army should pre-empt this by invading Scotland first.

The command of the expedition was awarded to Oliver Cromwell, but not before a sincere attempt by both the Council of State and Cromwell himself to persuade the old warhorse Sir Thomas Fairfax to do so. Fairfax however declined. He was a reluctant supporter of the Commonwealth, having opposed the execution of Charles I, and was also a sincere Presbyterian who was genuinely troubled by Parliament’s reneging on its commitment to the Solemn League and Covenant: he could see no justification for an invasion of Scotland. On 22nd June, Fairfax, probably the most successful and influential Parliamentary commander of the civil wars, called a permanent end to his military career. Perhaps typically of this general, characterised as he was by his loyalty, dignity and humanity, his departure was prompted by a point of principle. He retired to his estates in Yorkshire, never to return to the political or military fray, his reputation intact.

Cromwell, the champion of religious toleration and opponent of Presbyterian fanaticism, had no such qualms. Promoted to Lord General by the Council, he was provided with an army of 16,000 men, a third of which was cavalry. It was a strong force but as importantly was the calibre of the officers Cromwell had recruited to his staff: Charles Fleetwood, John Lambert, Thomas Pride and George Monck were some of the best military men in the New Model Army, battle-hardened by the fighting in the two previous civil wars and in Ireland. Cromwell still hoped a peace could be negotiated and, once he reached Berwick, called on the Scots to renounce any attempt to invade England. The Scots, with an English army at their gates, unsurprisingly refused. Cromwell crossed the Tweed and into Scotland on 22nd July.

The Committee of Estates put an army of 20,000 in the field under the command of the experienced and capable David Leslie, a veteran of Marston Moor and Philiphaugh. His defence of Edinburgh, organised in a fortified line between the capital and Leith, proved effective against an initial English assault and Cromwell broke off hostilities, but this apparent strength was deceptive. The effective civil war that had overthrown the Engagers following the battle of Preston had led to much purging of Scottish military forces by the Kirk party and the replacement of experienced men with godly and enthusiastic, but poorly trained, replacements. The contradictions of Covenanter policy were also underlined when a visit by Charles to Edinburgh was enthusiastically received by many of the soldiers led to a further purge of 4,000 of the troops, suspected of recidivist Royalism, organised by the radical Presbyterian ministers embedded in the Scottish army.

Nonetheless, Cromwell still found it difficult to bring the cautious Leslie to battle. After a number of inconclusive skirmishes, the general withdrew to Dunbar. His army was wracked with dysentery at this point and by the end of August, his force had been reduced to no more than 12,000 effective fighting men. It began to look as if the Commonwealth’s pre-emptive action may well fail. Leslie sensed weakness and therefore moved his much larger force out of Edinburgh and looked to a pitched battle to defeat decisively the English invasion. Leslie occupied a strong defensive position overlooking Cromwell’s troops on Doon Hill, but urged on by his officers and the Presbyterian ministers, convinced the English were fatally vulnerable, the Covenanter general ordered an advance. As the Scottish forces streamed down Doon Hill towards him, Cromwell allegedly murmured to his officers: ‘God is delivering them into our hands, they are coming down to us.’ However at a subsequent council of war on horseback, Cromwell’s officers recommended that battle be avoided: that the infantry and artillery should be evacuated by sea and the cavalry should force its way south and both should then regroup in England.

Cromwell was not happy to take this advice. He had noticed that as it formed into position, the Scottish right flank was over-extended. In discussion with Lambert, he decided to reorientate his own army by focusing its strength, both cavalry and infantry, on the Parliamentary left, thereby dispensing with the traditional formations of strong infantry flanked by cavalry. This manoeuvring took place under cover of a rainy night, unobserved by a soaked Scottish enemy, confident that victory was already theirs. At dawn on 3rd September, the Commonwealth left, supported by artillery who had also moved into position overnight, assaulted an unsuspecting Scottish right flank, led by Lambert’s cavalry. This caused disarray until Leslie reinforced his right with cavalry and pikemen. Monck’s infantry were hard pressed and began to retreat back across the Broxburn River. Cromwell decided to throw in his reserves not to reinforce Monck, but to attack the stretched Scottish left. This caused complete confusion as Cromwell’s personal mounted guard crashed through the Covenanter ranks. When the Scottish cavalry broke, the battle was essentially over. In the rout that followed some 3,000 Scots were killed where they stood or in flight and some 10,000 were eventually made prisoner, offered the choice of military service in the army of their enemies or enslavement in the Caribbean. Cromwell had won possibly the greatest military victory of his career: it is little surprise that the Lord General took his extraordinary reversal of fortune at Dunbar as a sign of divine providence.

The battle of Dunbar, although ultimately decisive, was not the end of this third British civil war. Although Cromwell occupied Edinburgh on 7th September, Leslie, whose offer of resignation was rejected by the Committee of Estates, regrouped his surviving forces, numbering approximately 4,000, and took up strong defensive positions at Stirling. Cromwell, meanwhile, master of much that he surveyed, determined to finish the menace of the Solemn League and Covenant once and for all, by negotiating an end to militant Presbyterianism in Scotland, thereby also ending Scotland’s attempt to restore Charles II to his throne and any further threat to the integrity of the English Commonwealth.

[newsbites]

News from NL, Canada, 20 June.

The CEO and founder of OceanGate Expeditions, Stockton Rush, is believed to have been aboard the company's Titan submarine that disappeared en route to the wreck of the Titanic.

Rush was a pilot and aeronautical engineer who built his own experimental aircraft and submarine, and founded OceanGate Expeditions in 2009.

Rush was interviewed about his Titan sub in November 2019, where he emphasized its homemade aspects and explained that the safety of his missions is a concern during the journey to the dive site.

2. The CEO of St. John’s International Airport believes an income guarantee would help attract more airlines to the region.

Airlines are looking for incentives, including guaranteed revenue, due to changes in the sector globally.

Stakeholders in Newfoundland and Labrador need to discuss incentive programs with the government to level the playing field with competing jurisdictions.

3. Emergency crews responded to a single-vehicle crash on the Outer Ring Road.

4. St. John's City Council has approved an 8-foot high locked fence around the stage on George Street to prevent vandalism and homeless individuals using it as sleeping quarters.

The development was passed despite opposition from some councillors who believe it does nothing to address the root causes of homelessness.

Supporters of the motion believe there are sufficient supports for those displaced, and the fence is a matter of safety for both visitors and those sleeping on the stage.

5. A 19-year-old man has been charged for his alleged involvement in a hit-and-run accident in Bay Roberts that left the driver of a dirt bike critically injured.

The driver of the car fled the scene but later turned himself in to the police.

The accused has been charged with multiple offenses, including failure to stop after an accident causing bodily harm and operating a vehicle without insurance.

6. A woman was arrested for assaulting another woman and damaging property in Corner Brook. The victim sought refuge in a vehicle, which the accused then attempted to damage.

[whatisonthemoon]

Watergate, Contragate, and Foreign Campaign Contributions

The following is excerpted from Contragate: Reagan, Foreign Money, and the Contra Deal by Peter Dale Scott Why would the Reagan administration, whose ideology is supposed to be one of patriotism mellowed by pragmatism, have such a huge investment in a cause that is so controversial here as well as in Nicaragua? The Reagan response is to point to the murder and torture committed by left-wing terrorists, and to the Caribbean Basin’s proximity and strategic importance. But many who give credit to both arguments have replied that the contras, by their excesses and sheer incompetence, are weakening rather than strengthening support for the U.S. in the area.

A different question is whether the funds from Guatemala, P-2, Somoza, and other WACL sources, helped generate the private “verbal agreements” that Sandoval Alarcón referred to. The recycling of profits and AID funds from foreign countries back into American elections is perhaps one of the largest and least discussed scandals of the last three decades. WACL countries in particular, whose survival and affluence so often depend on U.S. support, have repeatedly been at the center of such rumors.

This would seem to be an appropriate topic for any Senate investigation into any illegal contra activities and cover-ups. But Congress in the past has proved most reluctant to pursue the question of illegal foreign funding in electoral campaigns. Renata Adler has described how the congressional inquiry into Watergate faded at the point when traces were uncovered of large funds pumped into the Nixon campaign from the Far East (Adler, 1976: 76–94). Nor did Republicans pursue similar allegations that dogged the campaign of even that cleanest of candidates, Senator George McGovern.41 Silence on such matters serves the interests of both parties.

Some of the points made by Renata Adler, a member of the staff investigating Nixon for the House impeachment inquiry, bear closely on the Reagan-WACL connection. She referred to theories “that Nixon was driven from office by a conspiracy within government itself—more specifically, within the CIA.” And she drew attention to the inability of the CIA “to give any satisfactory account” of its involvement in the Southeast Asian narcotics traffic, where its airline Air America collaborated with members of Taiwan’s WACL chapter in supplying the opium growers of the Golden Triangle (Adler, 1976: 77, 90; Scott, 1972: 204, 206).

Adler did not refer specifically to the very efficient sabotaging of the Nixon White House by Howard Hunt, nor to the fact that Hunt’s White House services went into their disastrous high gear after the June 1971 departure of Kissinger for Beijing.42 But she specifically named Anna Chan Chennault, perhaps Taiwan’s top lobbyist in Washington, as someone who had raised campaign funds for Nixon from the Philippines, Hong Kong, Japan, and South Korea (Adler, 1976: 92–93). Citing evidence too complex to review here, she concluded that:

the South Vietnamese administration, not wanting peace to be at hand just yet, used some of the enormous amounts of money we were pouring in there to bribe our administration to stay in (Ibid.: 91).

The bribes were in the form of illicit foreign campaign contributions—possibly in 1968, and more clearly in 1972. Though she refers to him only as a Nixon “White House official,” Adler refers to two distinct sub-plots where in each case a principal suspect was Richard Allen, the man who in 1980 became Reagan’s principal foreign-policy adviser (Ibid.: 91; 94). 

In the 1968 case,

Mrs. Chennault’s activities had aroused the suspicions of the Washington intelligence community, and a plethora of agencies seemed to be watching her closely. According to published reports, the FBI tapped her telephone and put her under physical surveillance; the CIA tapped the phones at the South Vietnamese embassy and conducted a covert investigation of Richard Allen. Then, a few days before the election, the National Security Agency... intercepted a cable from the Vietnamese embassy to Saigon urging delay in South Vietnam’s participation in the Paris peace talks until after the [U.S.] elections. Indeed, on November 1, her efforts seemed to have paid off when President Nguyen Van Thieu reneged on his promise to Lyndon Johnson, [and announced he would not take part in the exploratory Paris talks] (Lukas, 1976: 283).

There are enough similarities between Allen’s career and Deaver’s (both men having gone on from the post of White House official to become the registered foreign lobbyist of Asian countries) to suggest that Adler’s hypothesis for the origins of Watergate (bribery by illicit foreign campaign contributions, and the potential for blackmail thus created) might explain the workings of the Contragate mystery as well. In 1980, as in 1968, the WACL coalition apparently decided to conspire against an American Democratic incumbent, the main difference being that in 1980 the role both of illicit foreign funds and of American intelligence veterans appears to have been more overt.

Congress should certainly investigate this possibility. But there is perhaps a better chance of a searching and objective inquiry if a truly independent special prosecutor is appointed to investigate the affairs of Mike Deaver. Deaver is already under scrutiny for his lobbying activities in South Korea. Some of these involve the U.S. Ambassador in Seoul, Richard Walker, a WACL participant since as far back as 1970.

Deaver’s connections with South Korea go back at least to February 1981, when he “ushered President Chun Doo Hwan of South Korea into the Oval Office to meet Reagan” (San Francisco Chronicle, August 11, 1981: 6). Chun was in fact the first of the WACL dictators, shunned by Carter, to be received into the Oval Office. In a sense his visit, like Sandoval’s, was a trial balloon for Reagan’s new policy of tilting towards WACL and away from Carter’s support of “Human Rights.”43

Chun’s visit to Reagan is said to have followed a period of intense involvement in Latin American WACL intrigue by CAUSA, the political arm of the South Korean Unification Church. The links between Moon’s church and the South Korean Central Intelligence Agency are so overt that a decade ago they provoked a U.S. Senate investigation.44 CAUSA officials are reported to have offered $4 million for the García Meza Bolivian coup of July 17, 1980; and one of them is said to have worked directly with Klaus Barbie in organizing the coup.45 When Congress ordered a cutoff of military aid to the contras in 1984, CAUSA worked with Refugee Relief International, a creation of Singlaub and of WACL, to ferry nonmilitary supplies to the same contra camps. An informed observer said that “the ‘big three’ countries that were expected to aid the contras [militarily] were Israel, South Korea, and Taiwan” (Anderson, 1986: 129; Washington Times, October 8, 1985: 5A). Robert Owen, said to have served with Singlaub as a cut-out contact between the National Security Council and the contras, is a former registered lobbyist for South Korea (Miami Herald, June 8, 1986: 26A; NBC “Nightly News,” June 13, 1986).

It is unlikely that Deaver’s lobbying activities were more than a small part of the apparatus securing the Reagan-WACL connection. The full story, if it could be told, would probably lead to grey intelligence-political alliances that were already in place when Deaver was a young boy. Undoubtedly Cline and Singlaub, not to mention Reagan himself, would know more about such matters. 

But unlike Reagan, unlike Cline and Singlaub, Deaver’s activities have suggested to federal investigators that he may have violated U.S. statutes. Thus he can now be made to talk about how these connections were forged. Under oath.

  40. Delle Chiaie, the more seasoned and sophisticated of the two terrorists, somehow eluded capture. He “was later to claim that, through infiltration of both the American and Italian intelligence services, he knew in advance of the plans” to seize him (Linklater, 1984: 300). 41. The firm of Miles Rubin, McGovern’s financial chairman in the 1972 campaign, has been revealed as the depository of secret funds from Suharto and his financial partner in one of the largest recent scandals in Indonesia (May, 1978: 225). 

42. Kissinger left Washington for Beijing in late June 1971; Hunt was hired as a White House consultant on July 6. 

43. To facilitate the Chun visit, and the resumption of normalized relations with South Korea which followed, the Reagan administration delayed publication of the State Department’s statutorily required report on international human rights, which noted a “deterioration” of human rights in South Korea in 1980 (New York Times, February 2, 1980: 8; February 10, 1980: 10). On his return to Seoul, Chun announced harsh new labor laws banning strikes (New York Times, March 1, 1980: IV, 4). The United States followed with an announcement it would sell $900 million in arms to South Korea, including 36 F–16 fighters (New York Times, March 27, 1980: 9). 

44. See Anderson (1986: 66–70). The church was also promoted with assistance from Sasakawa Ryoichi and Kodama Yoshio, two of the CIA’s most notorious contacts in Japan. 

45. See Anderson (1986: 302) quoting Le Monde Diplomatique (February 1985).

[urmommies--girl]

Anon: george weasley x reader but george has a praise kink. that’s all i need in life. (also i love your writing)

Warnings: Smut +18, switch!George (leaning sub), switch!reader (leaning dom), praise kink, unprotected sex, p in v,

Word Count: 169

“S’this what you wanted, Georgie?”

You moved at a quick pace on your boyfriends dick— using him as you pleased.

“Fuck- yes. Shit- don’t stop, Y/n. Please.” He begged with wide eyes, grabbing at your waist for support.

“Such a good boy for me, Georgie.” You smiled softly.

Your hips bucked quicker as you chased your release causing a moan to spill from your boyfriends lips.

“Keep that up, y/n. Shit- I’m almost there.” He grunted.

You continued the pace until your own high approached— releasing all over George’s cock and abdomen.

“You gonna be a good boy and cum for me, Georgie?” You hummed.

George nodded as his hips slammed up into you in a desperate attempt to spill his seed into your waiting hole.

A sigh fell from the both of you when George’s warm, white liquid flowed into your womb.

“Fuck- thank you, Y/n. So good.” He breathed desperately.

“Your welcome, Georgie. You did such a good job for me.” Your fingers softly stroked his cheeks.

[moonxhunt]

Caught their eye

Dream Team x female reader smut

// degrading, praise, discord sex, dom sub vibes

•

It was late on a Friday night with no streams, just a discord call of planning future events. Your leg rested in Nick's lap, his hand on your inner thigh, thumb stroking into the soft flesh. The vibrations of his occasional laugh shook through his body and against yours, filling your soul with nothing but warmth.

The four of you had been friends for a couple months now, and the three of them for longer. You'd won Nick's love or host a while back and even though he'd been quiet for most of it, he'd really taken a liking to you.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea." You listened to him talk to his friends. His fingers curved into your thigh, making you gasp and tense up. His eyes met yours, brown orbs staring at you with a confident smirk.

"What was that?" You heard Clay in the background.

"Nothing, I just saw something on my Twitter." The coverup slipped from your lips quickly, eyes sternly looking back at the smug man. Leaning forwards you hissed, "what are you doing?"

The fingers on your thigh burrowed deeper into your bare skin and Nick got close enough for his hot breath to tickle your neck, words into your ear. "Not a single sound." The tone of his voice was rough yet playful, sadistic and dominant. It burst through your body with a deep bundle of nerves in the very pits of your stomach.

After receiving your soft and intimidated nod, he sat back in his chair and continued the conversation. When every ended, fingers creeped up your skin, until he'd managed to sneak into your underwear. A long finger slowly dragged through your slick folds, another gasp almost leaving your lips before it was contained by your teeth. Nick eyed you in warning, the pad of his thumb now circling your clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves shot out an explosion of tingles inside your body, and you had to bite down on your thumb to contain the whine that built up in your throat. Nick watched you, adding pressure just to watch how sensitive you were for him.

You were able to contain yourself for a few more minutes until the whine left your lips. His finger had pushed inside of you, aching walls clenching against him for any sort of release.

"Really Nick, on call?" Clay's teasing words were heard through the headset, the thought of him listening to you being enough to let out another whine. "Seems like she enjoys it though, doesn't she?"

You fixed your posture, about to defend yourself, when another finger slipped inside of you and curved in that peculiar way that broke you within seconds. A combination of a gasp and a groan escaped from your throat, Nick's smirk evident through the corner of your eye.

"She's quite a slut." He spoke, eyes burning into yours as his fingers slowly pumped inside of you- agonizingly slow. Your skin suddenly burned with some type of mix of arousal and humiliation.

It was surreal, really. Clinging on to the man you loved while he brutally pleasures you, his friends listening in the background. It was humiliating, yet.. yet, it overwhelmed you with a new lusting for attention. You wanted their eyes, their hands, their touch- all of them.

"P-please.." the whimper left your lips, your face burrowing into his shoulders.

"Please what? Speak up, slut." It was George's turn to speak, the tone of his voice dominant and rather surprising to all of you. He'd never been so assertive before.

"N-Need you.." you whined into your boyfriend's hoodie. His fingers curved inside of you, hitting the spot that made you cry out in pleasure.

Nick slipped his fingers out of you, slickly coated with your juices that spread around your needy and aching hole. He leant forward and unplugged his headset, turning on the camera in the process. Hands shuffled and moved to grip your thighs and put you in his lap, and you were met by not only your flushed reflection but also two hungry pair of eyes that stared back at you.

"All red and blushing." Clay teased, his softly degrading words flying straight to your core.

"This is okay with you, right?" Nick's lips brushed against your ears with the whispering question for your consent, earning a small whimper of confirmation.

His rough fingers now gentle as he pulled your shirt over your head, cold air coming in contact with warm flesh of your chest- breasts jiggling ever so slightly at the movement. You could see their hungry eyes take you in, a smirk on Clay's lips while a straight and tense expression lingered on George's features. The sight, the feeling, the knowing that you were about to get ruined in front of these men- it made your breath hitch.

You could feel Nick's hard cock through his sweatpants, not being able to help yourself as you rocked your hips against him. A small groan left his lips, hands flying down to roughly grab on to your sides.

"Careful." He hissed against your ear. A smirk played on your lips, knowing that even despite the control they had on you- you had the power to make the man beneath you crumble. You were able to grind against him one more time before his fingers plunged inside of you with a punishingly rough and fast pace. Loud and lewd noises left your lips, your body falling back into his.

"This what you wanted?" Nick's head came to rest against yours, lips tickling the top of your ear. "To be fucked like this in front of an audience?"

"Such a little whore, taking it so well." Clay praised you through the call, and you could see his movements through the camera. He was palming himself, jaw tightened and eyes on you- the sight enough to push your mind into the thought of having the two of them inside of you at once. "Putting on a show for the two of us, you're nothing but a horny slut aren't you?"

The fingers that moved inside of you picked up a brutal speed. You could hear the lewd noises that escaped your wet cunt, mixing in the air with your high pitched and uncontrolled moans. Your body shook and moved with the ruthless pounding as the tension built up. Squeezing around him, you felt yourself come undone on his slender fingers.

"Just like that baby." Nick practically groaned against your hair, the lewd sight before him all too overwhelming. A chuckle was heard in the background and you could just about lift your closing eyes to look at Clay through your eyelashes. His fingers were tightly wrapped around his large and flushed cock, slowly pumping up and down. There was something so intimately explosive about knowing that you were the cause of his lust. That you, your body and your moans, had caused his horny state.

The orgasm came quick and hard. Nick slowed his fingers while leaving small and light kisses behind your ear, before slipping them out of you and up towards your mouth. You didn't even attempt to fight the urge to have his fingers in your mouth, instantly wrapping your lips around them and tasting yourself.

"Fuck.." Nick whispered, his other fingers moving to grip your jaw.

When you shifted to look at yourself through the monitor, you were met by the sight of his large hand almost covering the bottom of your face. It was such a lewd sight, your head moving to bob as you sucked his fingers desperately.

The shifting beneath you didn't last long until he eagerly pushed himself inside of your wet cunt, a hissing noise leaving his lips.

"So fucking tight."

You moaned against his fingers that pushed further into your mouth, all the way until you gagged on the tips.

Breaking the silence, it was now George's turn to let out a loud moan. His eyes were stuck on your body, hand fast as he jerked himself off with small grunts leaving his lips. The sight made whine, all of them letting out a soft chuckle at your desperate state.

"You like that, huh?" Clay taunted as your eyes met his. "The thought of us ruining you together, you'd want that wouldn't you." You responded with another wine, tightening around the thick cock inside of you. Nick let out a hiss, just about to move his hips to thrust into you when Clay interrupted.

"Hold her there for a while, will ya?" The blonde man cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Clench around him as tight as you can, show us how much of a slut you are."

The aching muscles of your insides tightly wrapped around the large cock inside of you, a series of whines leaving your lips- mixing with the groans of the man behind you. This was enough to send Nick into a feral mode, his hips moving at a brutal speed as he began thrusting into you. Skin slapped against skin, wet noises echoing through the air.

"You might be a whore, but you're my whore." Nick growled into your ear. He pulled his hand away from your face to, with his other, grab underneath your legs and prop you up so he could fuck as hard as possibly into you.

It was so overwhelming to have him ruin you at such a pace and manner. His large cock stretched out your sensitive and swollen insides, filling you up to the very brim. His skin slapped into yours until it stung, and the air was filled with moans and his heavy breathing.

Suddenly Nick's thrusts slowed down, leaving you as a whining mess craving for more- gently clawing at his thighs.

"Show them how much of a whore you are for me, baby." His hands ran down to gently rest on your waist, the support behind you suddenly removed as he sat back in his chair.

Nodding softly, you propped yourself up against his desk, rolling your hips as you began riding him. The tip of his cock hit in sensitive spots that gave you a mix of pain and pleasure- heavenly feeling overcoming you. Your fingers curved around the edge of the black wooden desk, eyes locking with George's. He looked flustered and caught, shy almost. Even with the cocky expression of his combined with his lusting for dominance, he was shy.

The sight of the British man resting back in his chair, cheeks flushed dark and brown hair messily spread on top of his head, it gave you a whole new level of confidence. You let your lips hang open in a sultry expression as you put on a show for him. Hips moved skillfully, eyelids hanging low and back arching- all for him. All to see how his breath hitched and his darkened eyes burnt into you.

Nick huffed behind you, feeling possessive and jealous of the show you put on for his friend. He couldn't blame him for wanting what he had, for wanting how perfectly you fit around him as nothing but his little cocksleeve. He tightened his hands on your hips and began pounding into you again, catching you off guard and making you stumble forwards into the desk. It didn't take long for your second orgasm to come, creaming around his pulsating cock that harshly hit up into your cervix- surely going to bruise it.

His thrusts were getting sloppier but rougher, the fairly organized movement becoming desperate and hungry. He was close. You tried to beg to have him release inside of you, to fill you up and breed you, but your words were muffled into a whine.

"What's that, baby?" His tone was a bit softer this time as he whispered into your ear, gentle contrast against the thrusts that were nothing of such.

"C-cum inside of me.." you cried out quietly, holding on to anything and everything your hands could grab. It was enough to send him over the bridge.

"So good for me." He moaned before coming undone inside of you, warm white liquid filling you up to the brim. Nick stayed inside of you while he placed soft kisses on your neck. "Such a good girl."

"Mhm." You hummed, falling back into his arms that gently embraced you. You were tired, but you hadn't quite noticed just how tired until you realized you hadn't even noticed or seen him turn the computer off and reach over to grab a towel.

"You okay?" The whisper tickled your neck. Nick was cleaning you up, the hands that had been so rough just a moment ago now soft and careful. "Too rough?"

"No, just perfect."

He placed a soft kiss on your temple, throwing the towel towards the bin before pulling you close into his arms.

[itsfeckinwimdy]

FC Chapter One - An Introduction Of Broken Hearts

Eventual cc!Karlnap x fem!reader (romantic) (soulmate au)

cc!Tommyinnit x reader (platonic) (family)

Reader Pronouns: She/Her.

Summary: As the title says.

Word count: 0.7k (764) words.

Soulmate attribute: A compass points towards your soulmate.

FC Series Masterlist / Soulmate Multi-Series Masterlist / Soulmate Extra’s Masterlist / DSMPMasterlist

Published: 21/10/2021

"Yoooooo, thanks for the £50 mate!" Y/n thanked the donation that came through with the loud alert sound that was created for larger donations, bits, or amount of gifted subs.

"Y/n, tell us the middle name story," Brian read out the donation causing Y/n to pause placing blocks. She switched to the third person and zoomed in on her characters face before switching to full-screen camera and staring directly at it.

"No," she stated bluntly, "Chat, you need a level seven friendship before you get to unlock that backstory and most of you are at zero still. So no. No middle name, and no story," she then laughed out.

She continued to build the basement under her house on the server, answering questions she received in donations and reading what her twitch chat was saying.

Turning her character around, she visibly flinched and let out a sharp breath in surprise as she saw Sapnap stood behind her.

He crouched and punched the air around her before joining the vc she was in as Y/n held her head in her hands.

"Hi!" Sap spoke out letting out a small giggle of happiness. Sapnap would never admit it, but he missed being able to talk to her. The duo would talk regularly, both on stream and off-stream ever since Ellis introduced Y/n to the dream team, with the exception of George as she already knew Mr pretty privilege. However, Sapnap didn't feel as if he could spend enough time with her.

Call it a meaninglessness crush or whatever, puppy love, if you will, but Sap genuinely cared about the Simons girl and his heart swelled with joy when he got to speak with her. But a voice in the back of his mind kept causing him to doubt all of his actions towards her. That she didn't care for him in that way. That it was all pointless.

But maybe that wasn't true. Maybe he had a chance...

Nah, Y/n would never like him.

Y/n Simons. Middle name requiring a level seven friendship. A twenty-two year old twitch streamer, MCC champion, and unfortunately the older sister of Tommyinnit, was a uni-graduate and now a somehow popular gamer who played said games in front of an audience who devoted part of their bank accounts' savings to her each month in the form of twitch primes.

Whilst attending university she met fellow twitch streamer and now best friend, Ellis Featherstone who went by the online name of Feathers or FeathersIsNotAlright. The two became good friends and later decided to move in with each other after they finished their respective courses and worked out that they could financially support themselves whilst being YouTubers and Twitch streamers.

Y/n had also met George through Ellis, the two being soulmates and having a third one out there. The duo had the red string of fate soulmate attribute, where a string, invisible to those except the soulmates, connected two (or more) people at all times and apparently turned gold once they met. Or the piss string as Ellis had dubbed it.

The two never remained faceless or nameless. Y/n's surname being known because of her being Tommy's older sibling, and Ellis' being known after their sister joined the duos streams multiple times during lockdown, their sister being a 'famous' person due to the fact they were a driver in formula one, but that's a story for another time.

Y/n let out a quick laugh, dragging her hands down her face before replying to the brunette, "Hi Sap, how are you?"

"I'm good! Are you doing okay?" he replied, unbeknownst to Y/n, a blush covering his cheeks.

As the two moved past the awkward small talk, a fluttering feeling began in Y/n's chest. It was a swelling feeling, but one that wasn't entirely pleasant.

It always happened when she spoke with Sapnap, the weight becoming more prominent. She had only felt this way a few times in life and each time it was with a few specific people.

And maybe she was pushing this feeling down and trying to ignore it for a long as possible because it could only end one way. And maybe she wasn't ready for her heart to hurt again; and maybe, it was just a stupid crush that would fade over time.

And maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that the brunette felt the same towards her, even if it was just a small amount.

But thinking about it, why would he like her.

She was just another person on the internet thousands of miles away from him.

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