#Back Benchers

[janesurlife]

Oh fuck off cameraman...you had ONE JOB

[lewishamiltonstuff]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, CONSIDER MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY ALTERED FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY 😭😭😭

[prokopetz]

I kind of miss how pre-2000s JRPGs would just do the cutscenes with whatever characters happened to be in your party at the time – I mean the active lineup, no back-benchers teleporting in for the cutscenes bullshit – and they'd adjust the dialogue's diction and vocabulary to match whichever character landed in whichever speaking position, but not its substance. I'm not saying the result was high literature, but it never got old being able to arrange your party to produce a sensitive heart-to-heart between two characters who had literally never interacted prior to that point, or for a nuanced discussion of the nature of evil to be carried out by a cave-man and a dog.

[rotzaprachim]

The thing is that I’m far to the left of the Democratic Party. I’m so far to the left of the Democratic Party. I vote for them because I have no other options for keeping fascists out of power.

but left democrats and back benchers and American leftists (although there are very similar issues in other countries, such as the uk) need to take a fucking look at ourselves and recognize that left politics in the U.S. are unpopular and unpalatable. No matter how you slice it, they are unpopular at the national scale, and they are unpopular no matter who sells them but in ways which become even more hated when people of color, Jews, lgbt people, and women are the ones involved in selling them. We live in a country that is systemically racist, antisemitic, homophobic, transphobic, and sexist. We can live in a world in which left wing politics become more popular and I have to believe that. But we cannot ignore the fact that the average conservative voter does not vote Republican because he would rather vote for universal healthcare or college debt forgiveness. The Republican response to basic infrastructure has shown that again and again. No, Tim walz was not popular for providing tampons to working class teenagers in public schools. No, promises of student loan forgiveness have not been popular.

If this election was solely about the class rage of white working class man there would have been a national dick sucking of the white midwestern former public school geography teacher football coach and he would have destroyed the nyc billionaire. But there wasn’t. Because his ticket was tied to a Brown woman, and our country is very, very sexist and racist.

The democrats do not pander to their own Democratic base and they are further centrist than i would like- but you have to fucking acknowledge the reason that is, that America is so systemically fucking conservative that trump smeared Kamala Harris as a “Marxist” and people fucking bought it. You have to recognize that this is how the dems fight for votes so the entire country doesn’t go fucking conservative. You have to recognize that “deport all undocumented immigrants,” “ban abortion for rape victims,” and “climate change is a hoax and we shouldn’t waste money doing anything about it” are all common baseline positions among the American voting public. Harris did not loose their vote because she was offering too little socialism - she lost because in their eyes she was offering too much.

so this is for the Bernie bros and the backbenchers and everyone else. Shape the fuck up and hate conservatives more than democrats, and recognize what a minority we are in this country. Delusions of grandeur will do nothing to win it back.

[balrogballs]

Night-Creatures

an indulgent little Russingon vignette/out-take from the postcolonial AU, featuring a quietly queer moment in the margins of the world 🥰 light-study painting mine as well, from mid 2021.

“Hush. We would be Maedhros-and-Fingon in every country in every world,” Fingon says, gently tracing the edges of a tangle with the pointed end of the comb, his toes half-buried in the sand. “Because we have been Maedhros-and-Fingon since we were six and gave the school daily frights when we would run away from under their eye to go fishing in potholes. Maedhros-and-Fingon, the teachers would say — stretch out your hands.”

“And you would always put out two hands and take my punishment too, because I used to cry at the sight of the ruler. Do you remember? Always, you and I, back-benchers, class-skippers, pothole-fishers. Maedhros loves Fingon, and Fingon loves Maedhros, and it will be so always. Terror charge or tsunami. It will be so always.”

“Maedhros loves Fingon, yes,” Maedhros looks out at the sea, watches the red sun bobbing slowly over it like a distant lure, calling to elsewhere. “It will be so always. But why does Fingon love Maedhros? Does Fingon wish to spend his future as the keeper to a rabid dog leashed to a rotting post? He is better than such a life. How can Fingon love Maedhros? In his rage, his stasis, his destructiveness?”

“Because he does,” he feels Fingon shrug, as if it all truly is as simple as loving unconditionally. “Because when Maedhros was eight years old he knocked his own brother’s tooth out for calling his Fingon a sissy. When Maedhros was thirteen, he thrashed a twenty year old for the same. That has always been what sits within the rage and destructiveness of Maedhros.”

“Love is just another way of looking at something. Squinting, glaring, scanning, loving. And what Fingon sees in Maedhros as he loves him, is too unexplainable and complex to be confined within the four rigid corners of a single photo. So, don’t ask me silly questions like why.”

Maedhros nods, leans back onto Fingon’s knees and lets him brush his hair out. On the sand, Fingon realises, Maedhros is neither six-foot-four nor the ineffable Comrade, the swallower of worlds, the breaker of knees, he who shatters the earth. Here, away from solid ground, he looks at Fingon with the quiet, terminal exhaustion of a beached cetacean. The way a whale drying out on the sand looks at the first person to come across it, the hopeless, grateful gaze of an irremediable calamity.

He never despairs at what Maedhros is. No, the only thought that ever brings despair to Fingon, is the thought of what he could have been. The artist. The scholar. The marks of violence, Maedhros’ scabbed knuckles marking each election season, the scars on his back, such things never grieve Fingon. He does not mourn the present. No, what he grieves are the dog-eared old textbooks secreted in Maedhros’ drawers, the scraps of poetry torn out of books, the left-handed sketches of a right-handed man. He loves the Maedhros who is, and mourns the Maedhros who might have been.

He lowers his eyes, starts easing out another tangle as the stars start winking awake overhead. And it’s the most natural phenomenon in the world, Maedhros-and-Fingon in the dark, primordial nocturnal creatures crawling out of the day. The sunset carves the hollow through which they disappear each night and cease to exist outside of the queer spaces where their bodies touch. Each night happens and unhappens like a handshake; gentle and unchaste, an exchange of comfort, keeping-time with heartbeats, until the sun rises again and Maedhros-and-Fingon are swallowed by the empty dawn.

[mewnewew]

Sir Crocodile x Gender neutral!Reader

Hey hey hey! Have a fun February ahead! (Or at least try to)

It's tomorrow. Tonight's the last night before he needs to leave for the official departure to Laughtale. He knows how important this is, so Crocodile finishes work and final checks before he heads in for the night and finds his partner sitting near the window, looking out at the sea.

"What're you doing up?"

Looking at him, they answer. "Thinking."

He huffs and moves to the closet space to remove his coat and change out from his clothes. They come beside him and take his hook, to place it near the table next to the bed. He lights up a new cigar and opts to sit on the chair they discarded.

When they come back, he's relaxed, in his sleep clothes, and smoking a cigar as he looks out at the sea of tents, beyond which, is the ocean. They move to sit on his lap sideways so that the side of their torso is leaning on his and their legs are hanging off of his. They're now facing the view, hands in their lap.

"I'm worried."

"Why?" He doesn't ask in a rough way. He can imagine what they're probably concerned about. He wraps an arm around their side, his hand holding his cigar.

They look up at him, eyebrows furrowed. "I....don't want you to go tomorrow."

He raises an eyebrow, a soundless question. They sigh, leaning more into his chest, now looking back out the window.

"I know you have a plan, sorry, plans" they huff, a small grin blooming on their lips.

"But this is it, you know? The big one. You don't know what could be there. I don't even know if you'll be okay. And I know that you can handle yourself but..." they sigh.

"....What if this time, you don't come back?" They finish, a softer tone in their voice. Crocodile lets out a puff, his hand cupping their jaw and tilting it up to meet his.

"Darling, you think I don't know what might be going on in that pretty head of yours?" He says, thumb softly rubbing against their cheek.

"You and I both know that the future is unpredictable. That the only thing we can do is plan and try to change the outcome to something we want"

He squeezes their cheeks together lightly "Anyway, if you think that after all our time together I would still leave you, you're a fool."

They push his hand off, laughing.

"Like I would ever think that!"

Hours later in bed, he looked at them, wrapped in his arms, slightly drooling in their sleep, hair messy. He pressed a kiss to their crown, letting his lips linger on their skin, as he closed his eyes. He wouldn't put their worries on the back bencher here. Not when they did have a point. He was a young boy when he had the wish of becoming the king of the pirates. That plan and that innocence fell away a long time ago. Then what came after was anger, an anger so fierce he wanted to create a force equal to the World Government. To tear it down, creating a utopia. Somewhere along that path, they arrived, creating a place for themself in his heart. He loved them, and he didn't want to lose them, ever. He would give up his position as a Cross Guild officer if it came to it. He didn't want to leave them. So he tried to commit every part of them to memory. He hugged them slightly tighter, burrowing his nose in their hair.

The next morning he got ready at dawn, before looking back down at them. They were curled up in the spot that he left, seeking the warmth from earlier. He walked over quietly, hooking a corner of the bedsheet higher to tuck them in. He bent over, kissing their forehead as he cupped their cheek. He stayed like that for a half second, his forehead against theirs before moving away, closing the door.

When they awoke, all they would see was a ship in the far off distance, almost too far to see by naked eye alone and the feeling of lips on their forehead, with the almost sensation of a hand cradling their cheek.

[mychlapci]

Professional cop bencher Jazz, getting cops off the street and into his sheets. Keeping Orion and Prowl pregnant and whispering sweet promises in their ears.

Jazz is doing a real public service... keeping cops off our streets and keeping them pregnant and horny in his bed.

At first he'd promise it's a one time thing... then it's all about how he wants just one more baby, please? Until Prowl and Orion don't want to hear promises about how they can go back to their old lives. They are perfectly content lounging around, constantly pregnant and caring for bitlets <3

[pedge-page]

Heyy I don't know if you've written anything about this, but what if the Miller's had a surprise third baby (cryptic pregnancy?) and this time it was a boy except he slowly becomes into an absolute menace for society (picture Louise Belcher from Bob's Burger)

My family has called me Louise bencher plenty of times so yes, I can 100% get behind menace to society.

I have not decided yet if the famalam is going to have a 3rd baby or not (I'm still milking Ellie's stories for all shes worth).

But hypothetically, let's say baby #3 happens and it's cryptic. Like holy shit can you imagine you go into labor and Joel is like "babe idk what prank you're pulling but it's hurting my ears"

And then you two go to the hospital because the pain hasn't stopped and find out it's a whole ass baby coming.

Joel would pass out on the spot.

And then its a boy ! And Joel is back on his feet like it was nothing because oh BOY a BOY??? in HIS family? Has his penance been rewarded?

Ellie and Sarah don't like Joel Jr (idk this baby boys name yet but Joel is content calling him Joel Junior, or JJ). Especially Ellie. Like that's HER daddy. She's the daddy baby. She is not sharing with this little bean just cuz hes a BOY.

And then JJ is an absolute godzilla and now Joel thinks he wasn't the special gift at the end of his rainbow afterwards.

And you have to slap the shit out of Joel for almost suggesting it could be Tommy's kid because Joels son would NEVER be this heinous if it were truly his.

You remind him that this is just the male version of Sarah and he's like "oh ... I guess that's true"

So turns out you had 3 babies exactly like you!

- - - -

Guys I also wanna say that Tommy is getting quite the arc soon. Even though we've already been playing with Ellie now, I still have her pregnancy announcement, baby shower, birth to go through. And Tommy is going to have a lot of story to cover during those as well so I'm very excited for this whole family next (out of order) chapter!

[hermiones-amortentia]

Muggle AU!

Ron, The back bencher who barely passes his classes and spends most of the time doing weightlifting and beating up people meets posh, class topper Hermione and they hate each other.

[two-bit-too-high]

I know this is random for my account but here this is something that me and one of my school mates wrote we don't do this a lot so it ain't great.

Also I finish school soon so if y'all have any prompts or suggestions for stories send them my way if you feel like it no pressure of course so i ain't bored out of my brain

Not proofread and we are both dyslexic yippee

1/?

Here enjoy 🥳

Dinner time is one of the most important times in the X mansion, many hungry mutants to feed and many with short tempers. So it is up to the resident chef Remy LeBeau to fight and win this war of hangry mutants with as few casualties as possible. It was only midday and poor Remy had already run into a problem; his powers had been on the fritz making almost anything he touched explode in his face, just what he needed tonight but he kept going on with his day.

When 6pm came around he started to prepare everything, he needed to make a classic mac and cheese can’t go wrong with that right. 6:30pm first victim, a pot of water. Remy went about getting set up when out of nowhere the pot of water he was holding started to glow purple “Shit” he says before the pot exploded sending pieces of metal flying across the room in every direction and splashing him with the cold tap water. He shook off the water and started again with another pot and more water.

6:49pm victim two a jar of cream. He made his way to the fridge grabbing out the cream, cheese and milk as he closed the door he felt something start to vibrate in his hand “oh no” he said with a flat tone before proceeding to be covered in cream. There was cream up the walls and splattered on the roof “great just great just what gambit needed ”he adds as he wipes cream from his eye.

7:15pm the splatters of cream were all cleaned up and he got back to work. 7:26pm there is a knock on the kitchen door. It was Scott Summers. Remy had sent him to the shop to grab more cream from him “here you go gambit” says scott when he passes him the cream. “Thanks summers” he says as he takes the cream with a pair of tongs instead of his hands and places it on the counter. “Why the tongs?” Summers asked “Gambit don’t want to have to clean up another mess” he replied and put the tongs down on the counter next to the sink.

7:38pm everything was going well. there had been no other casualties, human or otherwise, until a certain someone walked into the kitchen. Rouge, Remy’s situationship,wife if he had his way. Her company completely distracted him from anything and everything including the boiling water on the stove. “Hey cher” he says “hey remy” she replied as she sat down at the kitchen island “what ya making” she asked with a smile “Cajun mac and cheeses, a classic back home” he says watching as her hair shines in the lights of the kitchen. “Ooo sounds nice” she says “my momma used to make something similar all the time” she added “oh really now?” he says.”umm Remy your water is boiling over” she says in a hurried tone “Merde!” he says as he runs up to the stove and turns it off. “Gambit needs to pay better attention to the other hot stuff in this room” he says under his breath referring to the food.

7:56 pm he and Rouge had been chatting for a few minutes while he kept cooking. At the moment he was cutting up the Andouille sausage. Everything was going well until once again just like the pot of water and cream before the knife started to glow purple and vibrate. “CHER GET DOWN!” he yells as he lets go of the knife and ducks under the kitchen island pulling Rouge with him. The knife like the pot before explodes into several sharp metal shards that fly into the walls and into the benchers. “You alright cher?” Remy asked as he got up from under the island. “Yeah I'm ok” she says as she follows him out and shakes her hair back to normal. “The professor is gonna kill gambit for that one” he says as he starts to pick the shards of knife out of the wall.

“Remy how about you let me finish dinner” Rouge asked “ ya sure cher” he replied “i’m sure you just tell me what to do,ok sugar” she says with a smile “oh alright then, cher” he says reluctantly and with a roll of his black and red eyes. 8:20pm two hours 20 minutes and 3 casualties later dinner was finished. Everyone was seated at the dinner table merely enjoying themselves eating.

A certain master of magnetism was sitting at the end of the long dinner room table picking at his plate “something wrong Magneto” asked Remy “its very spicy” Magneto replied “is it or are you just very white” Remy snapped backed there is an audible gasp from everyone at the table with Kurt Wagner chiming in with a long oooo. Magneto gave both Remy and Kurt a death stare before going back to eating.

Within a few seconds the room had exploded into chaos forks and spoons flying in every direction, up, down,left and right. There were people ducking under the table and using pot lips as shields. And in the middle of all this chaos was Remy. a few minutes before the chaos erupted they all had been just peacefully eating then Remy's fork started to glow and vibrate in his hand. Before he could say or do anything to warn the others the fork exploded in his hand and just like the knife it sent metal shards flying.it flew right into Magnetos temple pushing him back off his chair and onto the floor. “Oops” he said just before the chaos started to rage around him. So in the end there were 4 casualties of Remy LeBeau making dinner. But at last the war was over now to get Kurt to do the dishes.

[janesurlife]

look at these idiots... proper back bencher behaviour

[jillthecia-agent]

I suppose I could talk to some people, try and get the squeaky wheels moving... But I don't know about that for me. I genuinely like it here.

@the-master-of-space-and-time I do not get a pay rise if you blow up a planet. I only get a pay rise if I catch you. You want to help me so much, turn yourself in.

[eretzyisrael]

An insurgent force has entered British politics. The Muslim Vote had no rosette and advanced no meaningful manifesto beyond a set of deeply sectarian principles. It stood candidates tactically, and owed their allegiances purely to religious and ethnic interests. 

It had a single set of demands, all related to Gaza. This was a non-party. Yet in numbers, its victory was equal to Reform.

On the day of the election, Jeremy Corbyn proclaimed: “Today, Palestine is on the ballot.” If victorious in Islington North, he added, he would “stand up for the people of Gaza” and campaign tirelessly for “an end to the occupation of Palestine”.

This was the kind of single-issue politics we have come to expect from the former Labour leader. But he is now a prophet of the new sectarianism in our politics.

In Corbyn’s constituency, about 13 per cent of residents are Muslim. The result matched the trend: in seats where that number pushed above 10 per cent, Labour’s results were down by 11 points. Across the country, Sir Keir’s party was enjoying a famous victory, but a powerful counter-current flowed from a single cause, rooted in a single demographic group.

Across the country, comfortable Labour majorities swung to razor-thin margins or outright losses, as Muslim voters turned their backs on the party. 

In constituencies where in the 2021 census at least 40 per cent of people described their religion as Muslim, the Labour vote share suffered an average drop of 33.9 percentage-points. These areas were typically in Bradford, London and Birmingham.  

In Bradford West, where the highest share of adults say they are Muslim at 59 per cent, the Labour candidate Naz Shah only barely managed to eke out a majority. 

Shah has spent several years as a Labour shadow front-bencher and campaigned on putting pressure on Sir Keir Starmer to end arms sales to Israel if elected. Her vote share plunged by 44.6 percentage points from the last election, to 31.6 per cent.

She only had 707 more votes than independent candidate Muhammed Ali Islam who had pledged that Bradford “shall not turn a blind eye” to the suffering of Gazans and vowed to fight “apartheid and genocide” in Palestine.

The pattern that saw Labour struggling in areas that had higher than average shares of Muslim voters held firm when zooming much farther out. 

[mchlgayser]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ft kageyama tobio

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your neighbor, your friend, and someone you and everyone claims to like you a lot has taken time longer than you expected to confess - so you force him to.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ( ✮ )

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: jealousy, and indirect confession

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This one is pure shit, the idea inspo is based on my old fics on Wattpad but I redo it, don't really like it but don't hate it either, just a so-so but let me know what you think in the comments. happy reading xx

'Good morning, Tobio!' Kageyama who just got out of his house is stunned, to say the least, he is late, so late for school, and the second he hurried outside the house, he sees you on the front porch of his house with a bag slinging over your shoulder and waiting for him.

The boy's face flushed bright red seeing you, he took upon your face with a neutral expression glued 'What are you doing here?' He questioned, looking down at you with a furrowed brow 'Oh, I was waiting for you. Come on we'll be late.' You take his hand in yours as you drag him along.

Kageyama Tobio, this stoic-looking sixteen-year-old kid is your neighbor, your friend, and someone you and everyone claim to like you lot. A lot happens since you two knew each other. It has only been a few months since you moved out from your hometown to Miyagi but over time the boy grew an overwhelming interest in you. It was apparent to everyone including you - everyone but him. It also grows on you about him, his passion for volleyball, and vice versa.

It was obvious that he likes you and you like him and there were a few times you encourage yourself to make the first move but your gut tell you otherwise and to wait until he makes the first move.

But as time passed, the opportunity never comes falling, but you would always console yourself to wait, I mean, after all, patience is a virtue. But Oh, God, it's been over three months since that, and no signs from the boy. You are growing impatience each second passes and today was finally it. The day you reached your limit. No more waiting is what you told yourself. If Kageyama won't make the first move. You'll force him to.

You two walk to school together, your hands occupied with a red-bean-flavored taiyaki. You look at him pointing one finger to the snack 'Want some?' He declines the offer making you huff in disappointment. You two continue walking and are met by Hinata, also on his way to school.

'Kageyama?! Oh Y/n, hello!' You smile at the tangerine-haired boy and wave at him 'Hi, Shoyo! Are you late to school too?' He chuckles, scratching the back of his non-itchy nape 'I overslept,' You chuckle before finding yourself occupied conversing chats with him.

You two walk to school, Shoyo pushing his bike instead and strolling with you to school leaving Kageyama behind, creating daggers on both your and Shoyo's backs.

The school period ended, and you, Kageyama, and Hinata are on your way to the school's gymnasium where their usual practices are held. You three change shoes as they two went running to the small circle of people warming up. You stand by the manager, Kiyoko Shimizu, and their manager, Ukai Kenshin along with the other assistant manager, Hitoka Yachi.

'Hello Yachi,' She smile at you shyly before she held her hand up to wave back. The boys began practicing their new formats with the coach and Kiyoko on the side, writing down on her clipboard. You watch them, partially Kageyama with water bottles in hand. 'Have Kageyama said anything to you?' You turn to Yachi with your forehead creasing 'No. I honestly don't know what is inside that bird brain of his.' You sass with a tinge of dissatisfaction lacing behind you. Yachi sat down on the benchers with you beside her 'What about your plan?' You knew, by all means, she implies the vicious plan you, and Kiyoko came up with to force Kageyama to confess to you.

'I... Don't know. I don't wanna feel half-bad doing that to him and use Shoyo for my benefit.' She glance your way before she went to Kageyama's 'But doesn't Hinata agree to it? Should be fine right?' You are reluctant to reply to her so you smile.

The day went smoothly, the boys practice like usual, always in their best mood and the same goes for the coach. Everyone is on their 100%. Everyone except you. Are you still in the train of thought about what Yachi said earlier? Should you continue with your plan or should you cancel and wait.

Half of the day ended, and the guys are now resting, and chugging down their water bottles while you and Yachi go around and handed them a clean tucked of towels to dry off their beads of sweats. Everything is fine until a senior from your club came inside the room, looking for you. The senior came and looking for you to talk and you followed him outside for privacy. The boy exchanged looks between each other, especially with Kageyama. Everyone could say that they did notice a certain behavior of the senior towards you and so did Kageyama. Obviously, when you two went out to have a time alone, they're all on Kageyama, eyes widen for him to go and snatch you away but all he did was roll his eyes.

'What?' He's quick to gnaw on, Daichi shakes his head at him 'It's obvious Kageyama. You liked her.' He widens his eyes in surprise, his cheeks hot and warm with blood gushing up to his ears. He put his hands on his ears to minimize the tingly sensation but he didn't move nonetheless.

It's been over ten minutes but you never came back, the boys look over at Kageyama to see him practicing his servings 'Kageyama, you should go and check on Y/n. It's been so long.' Kageyama drops the ball 'Why me?' Daichi shrug his shoulder and then went back to scolding Tanaka and Nishinoya for being nuisances.

Kageyama grumbles under his breath as he slow-walk to any possible place you and the senior would be at.

'I...' He heard a voice say from behind the gymnasium. He wander to the spot he was sure he heard the voice spot you and the senior. His figure towering over you and you both are extremely close to each other.

'I don't know Takashi, you seem like a very nice guy, I adore your passion for sewing a lot too but... I don't think I'm able reciprocate your feeling.' A glimmer of satisfaction flow through the blueberry-haired boy. He continue watching the scene before he unfold.

Takashi smiles at you, his eyes creasing a bit with his dimple showing 'But won't you at least try? We can go on dates but if you are still reluctant to choose me then I'll stop.' You stare into his eyes 'I...'

A sharp and husky voice came contact with you two, Kageyama strutted to where you two were with an annoyed expression 'I'm sorry, but I don't think Y/n will be able to do that.' Takashi gives him a smug smile 'And why is that?' Kageyama who is an inch taller than the boy continues inching his form to his with an intimidating look 'That's because she's mine.' You look between the two taller boy in gawking eyes.

He confessed

Kageyama confessed to you, to Takashi.

Kageyama grabs your hand dragging you out of the place 'Wait Tobio! What is that about?!' He stops his movement abruptly 'What do you mean, Y/n?' He asked, wondering.

'Back there, just now, you confessed! You told me - Takashi, I am yours.' He looks at you, head tilting before his eyes widen in bewilderment. He can't be serious. You can't be serious. That must be a lie right? There's no way...

'That's because she's mine.'

He's doomed. He just said it. He admitted he liked you. Kageyama is in panicked and already on the verge of running and he did but you held his hand 'Where are you going? I haven't given you my answer, yet?' He shake his head trying his best to pry free but you tighten your hold 'What if... I said that...' He close his eyes, already waiting for the rejection to come from your mouth 'I like you too.'

'It's okay, I understand that - Wait, what?' You purse your lip together to prevent laughing at the flustered boy 'I said that I like you too, Tobio.' His face is poker, still but his body reacted. His whole face becoming a hot pink down to his neck. His neck hair stands with anticipation 'So, would you be my... Girlfriend?' You ended up snorting at his confession.

'I don't know,' His head drop at your sudden unexpected answer 'Sure,' His looks on you making you smile

'You guys are so cute together!' Both Tanaka and Nishinoya exclaim, Sugawara laughs at the antics while smiling at you 'So cringe,' Sass Tsukishima with a sour utterance. Both you and Kageyama rolled your eyes at him

'Whatever, Sour-Shima.'

[renegade0897]

This asshole thinks Williams is McLaren giving Red Bull a hard time for the championship.

James bro, if I can compare you to politics, you're a back bencher in Parliament, meaning you're basically useless. Show some respect bud, Sir Frank would fucking bitch slap you from the grave at the fucking disgrace you're bringing Williams.

[sleepymccoy]

So, in order;

Overwhelming majority of first nations people ask for a voice to parliament, enshrined in the constitution

Labor campaigns on this as their major issue and win government.the Liberals are demolished in this election by votes to independents and greens

Over the following year every state (and a by-election!) election goes to Labor too

Labor finalise the language of the referendum (required to change the constitution)

Liberals pussyfoot around their response due to excessive division in the party room (and not wanting to announce something unpopular before the Aston by-election, which they lost anyway lol)

Lib leader Dutton finally announces that as a party they will vote no and rules out a conscience vote to let Libs who disagree vote how they like rather than on party lines

A few Libs leave the party, but they're mostly not holding office. Most notable is Ken Wyatt, who was the Liberal's minister of indigenous affairs when they were in power

The shadow attorney general, a major Liberal, announces he's leaving the front bench as the party line rule only applies to front benchers. Back benchers can sorta approach everything as a conscience vote

Dutton reveals he lives in a different world where he is not responsible for anything;

What the fuck?