#Meet Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez

[rheya28]

Just like old times

[little-pondhead]

DP x DC idea:

Paulina Sanchez becomes the Wayne family's new PR manager. She works hand-in-hand with Alfred and Tim's secretary (maybe another Amity Parker?) to coordinate meetings with the press and keeps a lid on the family's more unique civilian adventures.

Everything is going well until she suddenly comes onto the comm system late at night, startling Nightwing so badly that he almost misses his next flip.

"Robin, don't forget to assist the civilian. They're recording the fight and will probably post it on their Instagram later."

"Batman, turn to the left a little bit. The street lamp is casting an ugly shadow; you need to seem more mysterious."

"Red Hood, don't forget to return the heads of the gang leaders in a canvas bag this time, not polyester. It'll add to the ambiance of the situation."

Little snippets like these filled their ears each and every night, despite all surveillance indicating that Miss Sanchez was home asleep in her bed. Was someone copying the manager's voice on purpose? Why couldn't they trace where the extra comm signal was coming from? Was Paulina Sanchez a spy sent to rattle their resolve? What was going on???

It was a lot more innocent than the paranoid-stricken Waynes thought. Paulina was simply doing her job according to Amity Park's logic.

Most people didn't have some weird lair in their basement, usually filled with world-ending secrets. But 9/10 Amity Parkers did, so it was a cinch to find the entrance to the Batcave on her first day. And when Paulina signed on as a manager, she didn't realize that the job did not extend to the family's nightlife. Nor did she realize that no one else knew who the Batfamily were since Amity Parkers could clock secret identities in an instant. (Thanks for that wish, Wes.)

So while the Waynes are freaking out about the breach in their system, Paulina is mentally patting herself on the back for being so good at her job. She even utilized her hard-earned sneaking-out and liminal skills to create a fake body double to confuse any aggressive intruders that crept into her apartment while she was gone. And honestly, the Bats have never had such a positive online reputation! Getting Tucker to encrypt her secondary social medias was the right call. Now she can post about her bosses without anything being traced back to her.

Paulina is a little peeved about her overtime pay not showing up on her paychecks, however. Maybe she'll bring that up to Mr. Wayne the next time she sees him.

[esha-isboogara]

lyrical lies

i am a fuckinf degenerate and i’d like to apologize for how disgusting i have become.this is the longest thing i’ve written in a while..i’ve gone off the deep end if it isn’t clear🤭

here is more rick stuff not one person asked for find it here and here and here and here and here and here

✰let’s be honest rick is his own warning, smut , afab reader, age gap!!, calling him god, a bit of manhandling, a bit of dacro (?), shitty porn trips turned full blown story

“he doesn’t bite..just go ask him”. summer whispered, nudging you towards the garage door.

you shook your head in muted panic. you’d seen how angry her grandpa could get over small things and the last thing you were going to do was set him off over a stupid question.

“why don’t you do it summer ? this was your idea, plus he’s your grandfather”. you shot back.

she looked just as scared as you were. “he’ll totally yell at me if i go in there. he can’t be mad at you, you’re a guest”.

“yeah but what if he does ? i don’t want to get on his bad side”.

summer took hold of your shoulders. “y/n. the quicker we get this done the quicker we can get away from my grandpa and do something more fun”.

the garage door opened suddenly caused you both to jump back in shock.

there he stood , an annoyed look on his face. “i’m right in the middle of something very fucking important- is there a reason the two of you are bickering right in front of my god damn door”?

his piecing gaze was enough to make you want to cry. “i..we need help on a science project mr. sanchez sir”. you managed to say fighting back the urge to turn around and leave.

he cocked his head in amusement, his demeanor softening a bit. it was clear you had played right into his ego for better or for worse.

“that’s it ? why didn’t you just say that come in come in”.

you followed him into the garage the papers clenched in your hands.

“not you summer, you - you forbidden from entering. i know you went through my shit two days ago”. rick said, slamming the door in her face.

if only that had actually been the reason. he couldn’t wait to have sweet,innocent little y/n alone. every since she’d bonded with summer over some college tour bullshit he was obsessed. he needed you and needed you bad, as embarrassing as that was.

“what can i help you with sweetheart”? his voice as sweet as saccharine.

you fidgeted with the papers once more. “well i have this project based around quantum physics and since you’re the smartest person i know i figured you’d be the best person to ask mr. sanchez”.

he couldn’t help but smile at that. he WAS a fucking genius and hearing it out loud always made him puff up in pride.

and she has manners too. this was not going to easy. it’s not that he cared about his granddaughters feelings - quite the opposite. but if summer were to find out how he really saw her friend she’d stop bringing you over. and that would just make things a million times harder for him.

“you’re not wrong, i am the smartest person you’ll probably ever meet. and lucky for you i have something that’ll give your professor a run for their money”.

as he rifled through us cabnets filled to the brim with countless inventions he piped up “and sweetheart”?

you felt yourself melting into his trap. “yes sir”?

“you’re a grown fucking woman right ? you can call me rick”.

—————————————————————————

you were like putty in his hands at this point and he’d be lying if he wasn’t loving every second of this. and it only took 30 minutes. maybe you weren’t as innocent as you acted but he wasn’t complaining.

not when you sat atop his lap so pretty asking- no begging him to please you.

“p-please mr. sanchez” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding yourself against his leg. “i want you to touch me , use me please, please mr. sanchez”.

oh god how could he say no to those sweet noises. he’d take you apart right fucking there if he could but alas his family was home and they did not need to catch wind of the things he was doing. he messed with the idea of erasing their memories in his head for a while but figured it would be way too much work in the long run.

“fuuuck. i’ll give you everything you want and more but you have to promise me you’ll shut up. i would hate for your best friend to walk in and see what a slutty mess you’ve become”.

you nodded your head vigorously, happy to finally get some kind of satisfaction. as terrifying as rick was you’d be lying if you said the way he towered over you with such control didn’t turn you on.

“you’re so obedient- smart girl. do me a favor will ya ? get up and lift up that skirt for me , let me see what i’m workin with here”.

you did as you were told, climbing off his lap and giving him a slow twirl.

“good girllll”.

he clenched his hand into a fist. holy shit you were a fine piece of ass. he couldn’t wait to make you his. fuck what summer thought he was going to fuck you so good you’d come back for more.

“fuckk you’re a pretty thing huh ? it’s a wonder you haven’t already been claimed, guess it’s a good thing you came here cause i plan on doin just that”. with those words he was was hovering above you pressing your face down on the metal surface of his work table.

“you look even b-better like this holy shit” he admired from his standing position.

“fu-fuck mr. sanch- rick”. you corrected yourself mid sentence. drool was already starting to pool beside your mouth but you barely noticed with how hot and bothered you were growing.

“mmm that’s a good girl”. he flipped your skirt up. and pulled your panties down to your knees ignoring your small please for him to be gentle.

he smiled- a shit eating grin looking at how soaked your sex was. “you poor thing- i’ve d-denied you much too long haven’t i ? left this perfect pussy empty for weeks? how did you ever survive”?

usually he engaged in a little foreplay only because his partners were so dead set on it. but he was far too eager to do any of that bullshit right now. he’d been waiting for this.

without so much as a warning he thrust himself inside you, a scream leaving your lips.

his hand flew to your mouth covering it word word word

“shhh shh shhh. i know how much you love my cock but you have to stay quiet. got it y/n”?

he removed his palm for a moment to hear you answer.

you don’t answer though. you’re a babbling drooling mess already. the feeling of his cock filling you up and stretching your walls felt like heaven.

“you’re my god rick - please decide what to do with me and treat me like your slave. you control all my actions i’m nothing but your stupid worldly servant to fill with seed when you please”.

he was a bit taken aback as that comment seemed to come out of nowhere. when it sank in it gave him even more of a reason to keep you to himself.

if he wasn’t carful he’d be giving beth a new little sibling. but oh fuck- she looked and sounded so perfect begging for him.

“fuck yeah i am your god ! i’m a god among men and you’re my mortal pet i can use as i please”.

the whine that escaped her throat was almost pornagraphic. it was hard to keep your composure under the circumstances.

“good pet”.

[angelyuji]

Can you write a itty bitty drabble of our old decomposing man being a yandere (rick sanchez) 🙏🦭

hello my friend. sad news, i was gonna write some noncon with this but also its been so long since u sent me this and i feel bad for taking so long

tw // kidnapping, yandere, rick sanchez, physical abuse, implied noncon

yandere rick c-137 sanchez x gn!reader

in every universe, rick can’t make (y/n) stay. in one, they die. in another, they break up. in the next, they never meet. rick C-137 won’t let what happened to them happen to his (y/n).

you couldn’t breathe, sprinting through the woods. something had exploded in the house, bringing the security down for only a few minutes, but you saw your opportunity and took it. when beth wasn’t looking, you booked it out the back door. you heard her yelling for… him and your legs moved faster. you had finally gotten out, climbed over the brick wall surrounding the house, and ran. you can hear rick scream out your name in rage as you get farther away.

you had gotten to the woods by the time you run out of steam. you collapse against a tree, and rain start to tap against the leaves. the cold drops of rain and the wet dirt beneath you helps cool you down as you catch your breath. you think out your next steps, mumbling to yourself. “no cops, mr. nimbus would help rick. no doctor, rick would get an… alert…. shit.” the tracker rick planted in your skin flashes in your head. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you crawl around, looking for a something sharp. the rain gets worse, thunder and lightning booming in the sky. ‘i’ve been here too long.’ you get up to keep moving when you hear a flash.

“all done running, (y/n)?” rick’s voice comes from behind you, amused. your heart stops and you turn to face him. rick laughs in your face with one look at you, “j-jesus christ, baby. all that just to get caught…. again.” he grins.

“fuck you.” you seethe.

rick burps, “so feisty,” he laughs, “let’s play a game. i’ll give you a 30 second head start and to help you even more, i won’t look at your tracker or use anything to find you, just p-plain old rick. i’ll give you t-ten minutes to keep away and when i catch you in less than 10, i’m going to make sure you never even think of leaving my side.”

“what if i win?” you stare rick down.

he laughs, “you won’t.” he steps closer to you, “you should start running.”

you take off away from him, going deeper into the woods. you can hear rick’s maniacal laughter echo behind you as you run. you couldn’t breathe, panic setting in. you take as many confusing turns as possible, trying to throw off rick as long as possible. the sun had set and the rain stopped. you slow to a stop, hearing silence. you lean against a tree and message your burning legs.

“did i win?” you say, relief settle into your bones and you close your eyes.

“no, baby, y-you didn’t.” rick’s hand wraps around your throat and slams your back into the tree. you choke and your vision blurs as rick’s manic grin comes into view. “s-sweet, stupid (y/n),” he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back. the tears start to fall quicker as pain rockets through your body. he leans in, leaving a trail of wet kisses up your neck before whispering into your ear, “it’s time for my reward.”

[the-ace-with-spades]

Bradley is eleven, will turn twelve in five months, his mom has been dead for over a year, and his dad for over nine.

His homeroom teacher gives him a permission slip for a school trip to some dumb museum Bradley’s probably already been to and says, “Your dad needs to sign it before next Monday.”

It’s Mav picking him up from school today — it’s Ice, usually, but he is supervising night-time flight maneuvers tonight — so Bradley gets in the car and they go over the normal, how was school today, any new grades, any homework to do, do you need to bring anything for class tomorrow.

They’ve stopped at a light and Bradley takes out the permission slip and says, “Mrs. Sanchez said my dad needs to sign it before Monday or I won’t go.”

Mav—Mav freezes. His hand grips the shift gear and he clenches his jaw, not looking at Bradley. The car behind them has to honk for him to snap out of it.

“I’m—I’m not your dad, Bradley,” he finally says.

“It’s just what Mrs. Sanchez said,” he points out. He doesn’t think it’s such a big deal — Mav’s been doing everything a dad would for years now, for Bradley, and Ice has been helping him the last couple of years. It’s a conclusion that many come to and it seems logical. Bradley is sure half of his teachers thought that even back when his mom was alive, Mav had certainly been to enough PTA meetings with her that it’d be an easy mistake.

“You can correct her, buddy, no one is going to be mad if you correct her, okay?”

They arrive at the house and Mav still hasn’t added anything. Bradley shrugs it off — Mav has these moments, sometimes, when he gets all quiet and unresponsive. Ice usually tells him to leave him alone or wait a couple of hours and try to cuddle with him. Bradley is kind of too big for that now, but it seems to help sometimes.

So Bradley asks if Mav needs help with dinner and after hearing no, goes back to his room.

Out of all that mess, he forgets about the permission slip.

He sits down and fills out all the empty lines so Mav just has to sign it — in capital letters, his handwriting isn’t that readable yet — and leaves just that last line with the date and signature empty.

He thinks, once again, about what Mrs. Sanchez said.

He doesn’t feel the need to correct her, still. He barely remembers his dad — he knows he loved them and he’ll never forget all the stories he heard from everyone but they’re, well, just stories. Mav is the one who taught him how to ride a bike and helped him make stupid macaroni projects for art classes, taught him how to count to a hundred, and how to tie his shoelaces and who would notice when Bradley was outgrowing his clothes or needed a new shoe size. Mav is there, every memory he has. Mav loves him like his mom and dad did.

Mav is his dad.

If Bradley’d really think about it, Ice is getting really close to being his dad, too. He’s making Bradley’s school lunches and helping him with his English homework from time to time, and he comes to Bradley’s matches and, even if Mav will never admit it, he’s the one who choses Bradley’s Christmas and birthday presents. He makes him hot chocolate when he has nightmares and stays with him for hours in the living room, reading plane manuals out loud, in the same tone his mom used to use to read his bedtime stories.

Bradley calling Mav his dad is as logical as people assuming he is his dad. And maybe it can be the same with Ice, in the near future, or maybe even now, if he agrees.

Bradley wants to call Mav dad.

So he grabs the permission slip and goes to the kitchen to tell him that.

“I don’t know, Ice, I just don’t know.”

He doesn’t notice Bradley there, standing with the piece of paper in his hand in the doorway. The phone’s cord is stretched across the kitchen, almost completely straight, as he talks with the handle between his ear and shoulder, slicing an onion at the same time.

“I’ve always wanted to have kids, as unrealistic as it seemed, but not like this,” he continues. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this, I’m not his dad, he’s not my son, it’s just wrong to think that, I’m not—He can’t think that.”

Bradley blinks. Once, twice, a third time. Takes a quiet step back behind the doorframe, flattens his back on the cold wall. Holds his breath.

“I mean, you’ve always said you don’t want kids,” Mav says, the knife clanking on the cutting board as he changes the hand holding the phone. “We made do with the situation, obviously, but we’re not his parents—”

Bradley doesn’t want to hear more.

*

Bradley was right — he’s already been to the Castle Air Museum. More than once, with his mom, with Mav and Ice, and with Uncle Slider and Aunt Sarah.

His dad didn’t sign the permission slip but Mav did.

It’s sunny so they’re left to wander around the outside display. The tour was boring — their tour guide couldn’t even answer the questions about engines and wingspans and takeoff capacity and it was so disappointing to know more than the adult that was supposed to teach them, again.

The rest of his class went with the tour guide, to see the open cockpit of the Mentor but Bradley just turned around to the F-4 that was on the edge of the display, old and partially reconstructed with cheap metal and plastic. He sits down on the grass in front of it and lets the sun shine at the modern paint that should not belong on the fuselage of a Phantom.

Mrs. Sanchez comes over, standing above him, looking at the Phantom with an appreciation that is clearly less understanding and more awe at the sight. She hums before asking Bradley, “You don’t want to see the cockpit with everyone? Maybe they’ll let you sit in the pilot seat, today. Our group is small.”

The open cockpit belongs to T-34, a piston-driven one they stopped using in the fifties. “I flew one of those, but it was a T-34C, powered by a turboprop.”

Mrs. Sanchez looks at him, tilting her head a bit, not really understanding what Bradley said, like most people don’t when he talks about planes. ”I suppose it’s not that impressive of a place when your dad is a naval aviator, is it?”

Mav told him to correct her so he does, “He’s not my dad.”

He brings his knees closer, wishing she’d go away. Instead, she sits down next to him, her white pants smudged green by the grass in seconds.

“Is something wrong at home, Bradley? Is your—Is everything okay with Pete?”

“Yeah,” he says because he doesn't want to be whiney. He’s already been enough trouble. “His dad flew one of those.”

Mrs. Sanchez looks at the plague in front of them to remind herself of the plane’s name. “A Phantom?”

“Yeah, during Vietnam War.”

“He must be really proud of Pete then.”

Bradley supposes he’d be. “He didn’t come back.”

Mav lost his dad, too, and then his mom. He met Bradley’s mom in the foster system and she became like a sister to him. Bradley probably wouldn’t even know Mav if Duke Mitchell was alive.

Bradley was in the foster system for three weeks when his mom died, before Mav and his case worker had filed all the appropriate paperwork. He was placed in a foster family in the neighboring town — the wife, Sandie, didn’t work and would take him to school every morning, and the husband, Robert, was a corporate lawyer, bent from six to five. They would take Bradley to church every Sunday with the rest of the kids even though Sundays were the only days Mav had enough time to drive out of Fresno and visit him while the paperwork was still in progress,

They were nice, he supposes, and some of the kids called them mom and dad, so they couldn’t be too bad.

“Is there a way I could go back to the foster system?” 

Mrs. Sanchez looks away from the plane, clears her throat, and asks gently, “Why would you go back there?”

“I dunno, just—Is there a way to put me back there?”

“I don’t think so, no, Bradley, not unless—” she breaks off, taking a deep breath, and says softly, “I’m sure Pete wouldn’t like that.”

Maybe he wouldn’t like that but it’d make everything easier for everyone.

*

It’s a few weeks later. Mrs. Sanchez hasn’t mentioned anything to Bradley even if she keeps on looking out for him during recess so he doesn’t think she’ll drill the topic.

Mav and Ice have both gone to the PTA meeting which Bradley finds odd. They’ve always been very careful about their relationship — his mom had given him a talk about how he couldn’t call Ice Mav’s boyfriend when he was six, well, Bradley had called him his husband because he didn’t really know the difference back then, and he had been instructed to keep it a secret.

He’s never mentioned it to anyone, since then, especially not to Mrs. Sanchez. He used to think it was stupid because they were both his parents and they should both be allowed to come to his plays and career days and charity fairs, but now he supposes it was convenient since Ice didn’t want a kid and probably didn’t want to be included in all those parental stuff anyway.

They pick him up from Uncle Slider and Aunt Sarah’s place but they don’t say anything. Usually, they at least mention that Bradley has good grades.

Maybe he’s doing something wrong, again. He got into one fight a couple of weeks ago but Mav said it was alright as long as it didn’t happen again.

“Can you come up to the living room once you unpack?”

Bradley takes his time. He unpacks his English homework, the only one he couldn’t do but also one Uncle Slider couldn’t really help him with — Aunt Sarah probably could but she’s been sleeping the whole time because apparently being six months pregnant is making her super sleepy. Contemplates asking Ice for help with it but decides it’s probably better he doesn’t.

He needs to start doing these things alone. He can’t bother them forever.

In six years, he’s going to be in college, and he holds onto that thought.

“So, your grades are perfect and we’re really proud of how well you’re doing in school, but—But Mrs. Sanchez mentioned a couple of things about your behavior,” Mav says.

Bradley doesn’t sit down with them on the couch even though they left space for him in the middle. He also doesn’t reply anything.

They both look at Bradley for a long moment and he fidgets under their gazes.

“Mrs. Sanchez said you asked her whether we—whether we can give you back for adoption,” Mav begins. “We’re just worried about where that question came from, Bradley, we aren’t going to—”

He said we like Ice actually wants anything to do with Bradley’s guardianship.

“We love you, Bradley, we promised your mom we’d take care of you and—”

He isn’t their son. He’s a promise they’re keeping and nothing else.

“Can I go back to my room?”

“Buddy—” Mav begins again.

Bradley doesn’t want to hear whatever he has to say. He already knows everything he needs to know.

“I know you love me, I know you won’t give me back. It was just a stupid question, is all,” he says because that was the truth — they promised his mom they would love him and here they were, trying very hard to do that.

They don’t need to pretend it’s anything else.

“Okay,” Ice says, carefully. “I’ll make you some hot chocolate and we can talk some more—”

“I just want to go to sleep.”

There’s a moment of silence and they give each other a meaningful look before turning back to Bradley.

Ice notes, “It’s not even seven.”

“We painted the whole nursery with Uncle Slider, I’m just tired. Can I go?”

“You’re not in trouble,” Mav says.

“I know,” Bradley tells him even if he isn’t so sure about it. “Can I go? I still have some homework to do.”

part two/Slider POV now here

[y0ur-l0c4l-sc3n13]

BATMM MECH! AU

GUYSGUYS I'M SORRY THIS TOOK A LONG TIME, BUT I HAVE IT NOW!

BLAZE

INFO:

Age (mentally): 23

Gender: Male

Serial Number: 447-722-100

HCs:

��Was the first Mech AJ chose when he got his license

🔥Always calm and level-headed

🔥 Probably the only sane person of the group

🔥 Tries his best to take care of AJ (oh yeah he’s a bit of a menace in this AU lol)

🔥 Loves going outside when he can, but is fine with racing too

🔥 Tolerates Crusher, but tries to get him to stop being a bitch

STRIPES

INFO:

Age (mentally): 23

Gender: Male

Serial Number: 800-832-1355

🐯 Used to roam in the wild by himself, but was brought in by the Sanchez’s family

🐯 Is now kind of a part-time park ranger (and that’s the reason he loves taking care of animals)

🐯 Him and Darington would be besties and do the stupidest shit together argue with the wall /pos

🐯 Can see in night vision and Heat vision

🐯 Definetely has ADHD

🐯 His “claws” are blades, but don’t worry, they’re dull enough to not cut through your skin

DARINGTON

INFO:

Age (mentally): 22

Gender: Male

Serial Number: 236-780-994

HCs:

🌟 Was handed down to Rick from his dad (a former Stuntsman)

🌟 His right “eye” was broken due to accidentally landing face-first onto a sharp pole during a biking performance

🌟 Would die on an island first in 1 minute if you left him there lol

🌟 Would be the type of mf to say "chat"

🌟 Wears the weirdest clothes even if no-one likes it

🌟 A bit more popular than Blaze since he’s been there the longest (and has a decent stunt record)

STARLA

INFO:

Age (mentally): 24

Gender: Female

Serial Number: 563-030-899

HCs:

👒 Is the mom friend in the group 

👒 (Based on a fact in the official wiki) Is VERY hardworking, do much so that she overworks herself until her fuel is 1% and will be VERY upset if she can’t work hard enough

👒 Was handed down from Mr. Jackson to his Granddaughter

👒 Used to be a Bull-rider, but has now retired since her former owner is now in his senior years (But she still enjoys some bull-riding when she has the time to!)

👒 Can and WILL be the embarrassing mom type at times

👒 Loves to cook and take care of the animals at the barn

ZEG

INFO:

Age (mentally): 25

Gender: Male

Serial Number: 457-334-008

HCs:

🍏 (Canon?) Space nerd lol, will ramble about some randoms things about space anytime he can

🍏 Guys he’s learned to toughen up a bit!

🍏 Likes to take Hugo to meet his other dinosaur friends

🍏 Is the tallest of the group, and the oldest

🍏 Yes, his hugs might potentially crush you, but he means well 

🍏 Drinks oil from gas stations sometimes

🍏 Goes to Stripes’ place occasionally and chat about taking care of animals/dinos and exchange tips

WATTS

INFO:

Age (mentally): 23

Gender: Female

Serial Number: 269-120-130

HCs:

🌩️ Is a Mech that needs to charge (y’know, cable and all that jazz)

🌩️ Electric energy can be VERY unstable when mad, but lessen if she’s sad

🌩️ wheels and "pods" on her arms show how much electricity she is currently has

🌩️ VERY easily excitable, so much so even a fire might start if the sparks from her electricity could start a fire

🌩️ Very curious about Axle City

🌩️ Sometimes plays around with Gabby’s tools when she gets bored

RULES:

-Credit me when you use these designs (ex: Design(s) by [my user!])

Do's:

-Change their clothes/ hairstyle (as long as you don't change their hair type)

-Genderbend/AU

-Get inspired by my designs!

Don'ts:

-Whitewash/racebend them

-NSFW

-Change hair types/change their body shape

(Inspos: @darkland-blood , @ril-sillyart1st , and @sarinefcyid (for Blaze's head thing))

[your-local-dead-poet]

DPS BOYS AS ANGEL FACE SONGS

Neil: Be More | Honestly, this one is kind of self-indulgent. This is my favourite song on the album and I am also head over heels for Neil. So… but still, it kind of fits him. Neil is the romantic kind of guy. He definitely slow-dances to this song or just lies on his bed with his eyes closed while this plays.

Charlie: Something About Her | When you ask Charlie his favourite song he will definitely say ‘High’ to sound cool and all, but it’s actually ‘Something About Her’. He likes the romantic edge it has to it, though he would never tell anyone. I also feel like Charlie would do great in the “playboy falls for one girl that doesn’t like him” trope. And the last line of the song just feels like him realising he might be in love for the first time ever.

Todd: Until I Found You | It is a classic and he loves this song. He sings it in the shower and plays it when he needs inspiration for his poetry. And yes, he daydreams about Neil to this song.

Knox: Only Girl | You cannot tell me this song isn’t Knox-coded. Especially with the whole Chris situation he’s got going on. He definitely sings this to her. He also yaps to the other poets about how Stephen Sanchez just ‘gets’ him.

Pitts: Shake | Oml, you have never seen better funky moves than when Pitts puts this song on. He is VIBING. Sometimes he drags Meeks along to dance with him. And when the saxophone solo hits he starts playing air saxophone like his life depends on it. Charlie is actually very impressed by how accurate it looks.

Meeks: High | Like Pitts, he is vibing. But this is more low-key. I also think that he’s just here purely for the vibes, because I definitely headcanon my boy Meeks as ace. But he just ignores the lyrics. Also, he doesn’t do air guitar but he has an out-of-body experience during the guitar solo. This is also the song they play when they’re chilling during cave meetings.

Cameron: I Need You Most Of All | Cameron isn’t really the romantic type, but he does appreciate this song. He even does little 50s dance moves. Not to mention, my man is a shower singer and goes all out when this one comes on, he even attempts the ridiculous high note towards the end and fails miserably (don’t we all). But Charlie has actually caught him and recorded him from a distance (just the singing) and now uses this as blackmail so Cameron can assist him in pranks he pulls on teachers or Mr. Nolan.

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Jolyne's Teacher Pt. 1 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Masterlist | Chapter 2- Panic

Small Summary: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class. You thought most of the teacher reports regarding Jolyne were lies or jokes but they turned out to be true. Jolyne likes to do things on her own even showing up to the schools annual Open house by herself. Seeing as she was by herself you take back to her house and meet Mr Cujoh for the first time. You and Mr. Cujoh seem to hit if off after a few months of talking… but you can't help but notice some bizarre things keep happening around the Cujoh's

Small mentions: SPOILERS, Jotaro gets divorced sooner then what is stated in manga

Chapter 1- Open House

A new school year had just begun which means new students and new names to learn. We had a meeting on Friday since school starts again on Monday. "Did you get Malcolm Sanchez this year?" A lot of the teachers were asking who they got this year and how lucky they were that they didn't have so and so students. I normally keep to myself when it comes to that talk, but, "Hey Y/n did you get Jolyne Cujoh this year? I had her for second grade."

"I do, why?" A few teachers that were listening chuckled and laughed, "Jolyne is quite the hand full."

"Be careful with her."

"I heard she starts fights with other kids for no reason."

They started to gossip about her and her family, "The father is a good for nothing husband that's why his wife left him-" I decided to walk out and not listen to them. You never know a family's circumstances so you can't judge them so quickly. If Jolyne is the type to do those things then it might be for a reason.

**A month later**

"And that is how you divide..." I turned around to look at the rest of the class, "Any questions?" A few students raised their hands, and I called out to them and answered their questions. I'm a third-grade teacher for room 203, "I'll be doing separate tutoring at the table in the back tomorrow if any of you are still having trouble with math. The bell is about to ring. Please make sure to pack all of your things away and take your math packet with you today so you can practice at home."

They all got up from their seats and grabbed their belongings from the cubbies, "Ah I almost forgot. Alright, class listen up." I clapped my hands to get their attention, "Remember today is Open house at 6 pm at the school. It's a chance for your parent to meet your new teacher. When you come to the school go through the main office and then come to my classroom. I can't wait to see you all later tonight." The bell finally rang, "Have a great rest of your day class! Those of you who are taking the bus can go and those that are getting picked up, stand in line in front of the door and wait for me."

I noticed one of my students Jolyne Cujoh looked upset as she stood in line she was in the back of the line. "Morgan start opening the door! Jolyne is something wrong?"

"I can't come to the open House today... my dad is busy working." She looked upset about not being able to go. I locked the door to the classroom. "It's okay if you're not able to come... Trust me nothing special ever happens at an open house." I chuckled, "I know but... you're one of the best teachers I've had so far and I want to be there today."

"Okay... well, do you have any other realities that can take you?... What about your mom or grandparents?" I looked at Jolyne who was looking down at the ground as we walked to the car pick area. She went quiet, did I ask the wrong question? "My grandparents live in Japan and New York, plus... my mom and dad aren't together anymore." Shit, what do I say now? "I'm sorry to hear that Jolyne... Well, maybe Annie's parents can take you tonight. You two live near each other so maybe you could go together." Jolyne lit up at the idea I gave her.

"I'll go ask her parents! Thank you Ms. L/N." She waved goodbye and entered the car with Annie I waved back to them and made my way to my car.

I forgot the other teachers had spoken about Jolyne's parents being separated due to the father working so much that he doesn't have time for them. But instead of taking Jolyne with her, she left Jolyne with her father, and he doesn't have time a lot of time to spend with her. I feel bad for her she probably spends most of her time alone at home or at a friend's house. Poor Jolyne.

I went home changed my cloth and got ready for the meeting. As I arrived at the school I saw someone sitting in front of the classroom door, "Jolyne, what are you doing here? Where's your father?" She was sitting alone, "He couldn't come he got stuck at work."

"Did Annie's parents take you here?" Please tell me they did! "No... I came here by myself." I blinked a few times trying to understand the situation at hand, on the inside I was screaming and panicking. A child walked alone to school and probably no one knows where she is... great... and its raining to it off... just what I needed to start the open house, "Okay, Jolyne I want you to stay by my side for the night. If anyone offers to take you home you tell them no, okay?" She nodded, "Good, let's go inside the others should be coming soon."

As the other students and parents entered the room I kept calling Mr. Cujoh's number, but no answer. I'll have to leave a voice mail since it's already six pm and I need to start the meeting, "Hello Mr. Cujoh this is Y/N L/N I'm Jolyne's Third-grade teacher. It appears Jolyne had made her way to the school to open house. She is here with me in the classroom at the moment. When you can please call back at this number." I hung up taking a deep breath, hopefully, he gets back to me soon. "Welcome to today's open house, I'm Ms. L/n, it's nice to meet you all..."

After speaking and presenting myself to the parents, I made sure Jolyne stayed within eyesight she sat at her desk and was drawing while I talked to some parents and answered any of their questions. Some of the parents gave me their contact information and then left. Now it was just me and Jolyne in the class. "Jolyne, this is your father's phone number, correct?" I showed her the phone number, "Yeah, that's his number." I might have to drive her home if no one calls or comes within the next ten minutes. Luckily I live nearby so it's not much of a hassle.

I called his number again, "Hello Mr. Cujoh, It's Y/N L/N Jolyne's teacher again. The open house is over and I can't stay any longer in the school since the main office is closing soon. I'll be taking Jolyne home, hopefully, we can talk by then, See you soon." I was about to hang up when Jolyne took the phone from my hand, "Jolyne!" She started laughing, "I'm okay dad, Ms. L/n is really nice and she'll make sure I get home safely! Bye, dad! He's gonna be so mad when I get home!" I chuckled taking the phone from her and hanging up. "Alright, let's go to your house."

Pulling up to the driveway there was a car that was parked, that must be Mr. Cujoh's car. We both got out and walked to the front door. I held an umbrella covering us both. I felt something touch my hand, it was Jolyne she held onto my hand as footsteps can be heard from inside. The door swung up and a tall man stood in front wearing a white sleeveless turtleneck, his hair looked a bit messy, "What is it?" His voice sound upset and angry, he looked so intimidating that I didn't know what to say to him. Our eyes meet causing me to flinch and look at Jolyne, "Jolyne!" He bent down hugging Jolyne in his arm and then let go. "Where have you been?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!" He took a deep breath, "Go to your room, we'll talk later."

Jolyne waved goodbye as she walked in. Her father watched as she left us alone. "Thank you for bringing her here... Ms..."

"L/n, Y/n L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cujoh I'm Jolyne's teacher. She came to the school's open house today." His eyes widen, "I'm so sorry about that... please come inside it's raining you could get sick." He moved to the side allowing me to enter, "Thank you." I walked into his house, he closed the door. Taking a look around there were quite a few pictures of Mr. Cujoh and marine animals. "I'll have to repay you for today. I'm so sorry for all of this." I could tell he felt embarrassed by this even though the tone of his voice says otherwise. "It's fine... It's actually the first time I've ever had a student do that. It's sweet seeing a student to support their teacher." I smiled to myself as I followed behind him.

"Still, I can't thank you enough. Jolyne... She's very special... to me." As we walked in there were a few pictures of him when he was younger with a group of friends and pictures with Jolyne. "Here," I was busy looking at the pictures in the house that I didn't notice we were in his office room. I looked down at his hands he had two twenty-dollar bills. "This is for gas money and as a thanks." I lightly pushed his hand away, he looked at me confused, "Don't worry about it Mr. Cujoh. I live near the area so it was no trouble at all." He put the money away.

"Well do you drink? I can take you out for drinks this weekend if you'd like." Is he asking me out?... No, he's just being nice. "I'm not much of a drinker... how about some coffee, I know this nice coffee place nearby. We can meet there on Saturday morning."

"Yeah, sure. I'll pay for your coffee then. Maybe you could tell about how Jolyne is doing in class." I smiled at him, "Yeah, defiantly." He cleared his throat, "It's getting late you should be heading home, I bet your partner is worried about you." I showed him my hands, "I'm not married... Divorced."

"Sorry, I didn-" I cut him off, "Don't worry about it. Anyway, let me give you my personal number. The number I was calling you with before is actually my work number." He gave me a pen and paper, and I began writing my number and name down. "Call me on Friday night so we can make plans for the time we'll meet."

"I'll call you Friday then." We walked over to the door, "Were you calling my phone before?" I was about to leave, "I did but you didn't answer." He sighed, "My phone ran out of battery, and star... Never mind. I'll see you on Saturday then." He opened the door for me, "Drive carefully and get home safely."

"Will do. Bye, Mr. Cujoh." We said our goodbye and I headed home. If today's event I just wanted to sleep it off.

Series Masterlist

[notjustjavierpena]

twenty questions for fic writers <3

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

As of right now, it is 119

2. what’s your total AO3 word count?

378.842 words

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Pedro Pascal, Detroit: Become Human

Formerly: Rick & Morty, Gorillaz

4. top five fics by kudos

The Magic of a Wand

Homework and High Tea

Oh, Mr. Sanchez

But We Never Spend A Day In Bed

As Long As You Need

5. do you respond to comments?

I do, all of them, but I take a while sometimes!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think it might be a oneshot that I wrote many years ago where I imagined Diane and Rick Sanchez did not end up together. They were simply teen lovers, now meeting backstage after 30ish years after a concert by his successful band The Flesh Curtains.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of the pieces in hubby!javi and wife's series!

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not actual hate but I've gotten a few uncomfortable and unnecessarily critical comments. Mostly people who don't agree with my characterizations and try to tell me how to write.

9. do you write smut?

Definitely.

10. craziest crossover?

I don't really write crossovers.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Fortunately never!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but it sounds fun to do!!

14. all time favorite ship?

Crowley and Aziraphale 🥺🥹

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Six Weeks or my dbf!joel series. I do however hope to suddenly be hit with inspiration! ❤️💖

16. what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue!

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. Flowery language. I have a never-ending fear of it not being visual enough and therefore dull to read.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Go for it! I do it but I have a native speaker look it over 💖❤️

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Hahaha, the anime Kuroshitsuji.

20. favorite fic you've written?

There's a whole lot to choose from but to get an idea of who I am as a write, my favorite and best work is either:

Swelter

All Roads Lead To Someone

Baby-Making

Thanks for the tag, @kteague !! 💖❤️

My tags (obviously no pressure): @janaispunk @msjarvis @yxtkiwiyxt @vivian-pascal @morallyinept

@endlessthxxghts @wildemaven 🤞🙌

[countlessrealities]

CUPID'S ARROWS EVENT || Active !

@yournamedarling sent: "Mr. Rick I need your help there was another Rick in here and he was really scary and he kept asking me questions about other Rick customers and making me uncomfortable and then he put a force field over the bar and he made me sit down and then a police officer got split in half and then I had to give him a really expensive absinthe and then he threatened me and then he probed my brain and my brain hurty and I throwed up." They are still probably feeling the brain probing effects which is causing them to talk in run-on sentences.

Under normal circumstances, Rick would have rolled his eyes at the "Mr" that Yu-nae had used to address him. It might not be as bad as being called "Mr Sanchez", but it still feels ridiculous and just not him. Not to mention that he would have most likely told the bartender to slow down because he was "making no fuckin' sense".

However, these aren't normal circumstances. So, instead of being annoyed or at least confused, the scientist finds himself staring at the other with wide eyes, as if he was seeing them for the first time. And damn if Yu-nae wasn't making a very different impression compared to their actual first meeting.

Had their features always been so charming sharp? Had the bags under their eyes always made those irises stand out like that? And their intriguingly androgynous form...how hadn't he noticed it before?

Well, fuck it. It doesn't matter because he is seeing it now. And this seems like the perfect occasion to do something about it. He can't miss it, now, can he?

"H-Hey, hey, easy, beautiful. L-Let's start with the essential things, shall we?" He starts, almost purring out the words, as if he had been oblivious to the other's distress. "T-There's no 'mister' here, j-juuust Rick."

He leans into the bartender's personal space with his best charming smirk.

"B-But damn, it seems like someone played a f-fucking number on your head. M-Maybe someone should screw it back in place? I-If it wasn't clear, I-I'm volunteering.~"

And he goes as far as wiggling his eyebrows in a way that's openly suggestive. If Yu-nae hasn't caught up with the fact that something is very much out of place till now, this should be explicit enough to warn him.

[esha-isboogara]

one more hour

remember how i said i’m not doing anymore rick content? well it’s been a few days and i couldn’t help myself. sorry y’all 🫶🏼 his speech pattern has been tripping me up too so excuse how “normal” the speech is ,, i plan on going back and editing this

i’ve been on a kick tbh sooo if you want more click here and here and here and here and here and here

rick fucks summers best friend in the kitchen.

✰just rick talking his shit , afab reader , he’s an ass but i love em

“you need to shut the fuck up y/n-like seriously do you want summer to walk in here”?

you shook your head and bit your tongue. despite his palm being clamped against your mouth muffled groans could still be heard. it wasn’t your fault he was making you feel this way though.

all you wanted to do is enjoy a nice dinner with your best friend and her family. she was going off to college soon after all. nothing too special just a pre- goodbye kind of thing.

but of course rick just can’t contain himself- he’s eager to get one last fuck in before you go off with his granddaughter.

“fuckkk-i’m gonna fill you up and you’re gonna keep my cum inside you every single day so those boys at school know you’re fucking taken”.

the groan that came next was muffled against his palm. you’d love nothing more, like a proper slut of course.

gripping the counter you tried your best to bite down on all the noise threatening to leave your mouth. the sound of skin on skin was progressively getting louder. if you weren’t so cockdrunk you’d worry about summer or one of her family meme hers walking in. but in your state of mind that was not happening.

“make yourself useful and move your right leg up-no your right leg fucking idiot. you’re that high off cock you don’t know your right from left? stupid whore”. rick grabbed your leg and moved it up , giving himself the perfect angle to reach deep into your stomach. “there we go , just needed a little help hmm”?

just that tiny bit of praise was enough to open the flood gates of your body , your vision went blurry as you came all over his abdomen. the noises you made were nothing short of pornographic.

finally rick let go of your mouth, slowly as to make sure you don’t make any sudden noises. “t-that was amazing mr. sanchez”. you breathed out,not moving from your previous position aside from moving your head to meet his gaze

“oh sweetheart we’re not done. that was just the appetizer. just wait till we’re done with this ridiculous dinner”.

[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

Characters Added To Ask List:

Buck Spivey (SWAT)

New Fics:

Chicago Med:

Madness of a Genius - Jack notices you're the only one not paying attention during a donor event.

Different (NSFW) - You and Jack are a little different from normal people.

French - You and Jack share an intimate moment at an event.

Fucked Up - You and Jack each have your own special brand of fucked up.

Every Morning - Jack's mornings have changed for the better.

Pictures of You (NSFW) - Jack carries a certain picture of you when he goes abroad.

Love Bites (NSFW) - Mitch had no idea you were so filthy.

Pill Popping - Mitch confronts LJ about what happened in St Clair.

Morbidity and Mortality - Dean runs into the love of his life at a Morbidity and Mortality meeting.

Mrs. Fuckin' Polite - Sam walks into a nightmare when he comes home one night.

The Fall - Sam and you end up back where you started before the divorce.

Cobra Kai:

Inspiration - Terry helps you find inspiration after you run into your ex.

Dirt - Daniel learns more about you and your business.

Lunch - Terry decides to have you for lunch instead.

Criminal Minds:

A Little Rough (NSFW) - Things get a little rough between you and Luke in the gym.

Favorite Kind of Night (NSFW) - You're Luke's favorite kind of night

FBI:

Every Inch Of You (NSFW) - You and Stuart spend the night together after two years apart.

Fire Country:

Gossip - Bode doesn't realise the two of you are the source of some small town gossip.

Trust - You are the only person Bode trusts entirely.

Test Flight - You've always loved flying. (Manny Perez x Reader)

Haven:

The Next Step - You tell Dwight you want to take the next step in your relationship.

Law & Order:

Cancelled - You cancel your plans after Nick comes home exhausted.

NCIS:

The Anniversary - Nick comes over to help you through a difficult anniversary.

Into The Light - You and Nick make a decision about your relationship.

NCIS New Orleans:

Summertime Blues - Dwayne discovers your leaving NCIS.

Lullabies - Dwayne sings you to sleep.

The Prettiest Damn Thing - Douglas regrets having to leave the morning after.

Something Special - You decide to give Douglas something special after you notice how stressed he is.

Take What You Need (NSFW) - Sebastian wakes you in a special way.

SOA:

First Ray of Sunshine - It's been a year since Juice has felt any sunshine in his life.

Supernatural:

Gatlinburg - Dean falls in love in a tiny town in Tennessee.

SWAT:

Truly I Do - You find Buck at the beach trying to clear his head.

Beg So Pretty (NSFW) - Sanchez can’t stop thinking about how pretty you beg.

Yellowstone:

Tattoo - You take a moment to admire Walker as he sleeps.

[nikarie5]

Sugar Rush - snippet

Rating: General audience. No ships. Juvenile diabetes, bullying, racism, and sexism. Incorrect medical advice. Excessive use of commas and run-on sentences.

General description: Remus helps one of his summer Cubs navigate how to continue in sports after a diagnosis of Type 1A diabetes. Thanks to @lumosinlove for the characters, @noots-fic-fests for the prompts and cards, and @hazelnoot-analyst for their archive work :)

Remus sifted through his inbox, which was usually pretty quiet during the summer months before training camp kicked off. There would, however, sometimes be the odd e-mail from a parent related to the Cubs teams he coached, so he continued to check his Lions' e-mail everyday. Sure enough, today, he had two e-mails, one from the ice manager about when the Cubs were expected to arrive for their special arena tour the coming week. One from - hmmm - one from the administration forwarding an e-mail from Mr. Sanchez, father to one of the more gifted Cubs Remus has coached in the past three seasons. Lucía had joined their program as a seven year old, and now, at nine, was one of the best skaters and players on the ice. She had worked hard to catch up to the kids who had grown up on the ice, learning to skate as soon as they could walk, and she showed an instinctive grasp of hockey tactics and reading plays on the fly. She had missed last week, and he hoped this wasn't bad news. Remus clicked open the e-mail, scanned it quickly, then let out a breath. It wasn't good news, but it certainly wasn't as bad as he feared. Lucía had just been diagnosed with juvenile diabetes, and was afraid that she couldn't play hockey anymore. Remus fired out a response, inviting Lucía and her father to a meeting before the next practice. Then, he hit the books. Well, he hit the internet, collecting resources from reliable sites he already knew of and sniffing out some sites with information that might be more accessible to an 8-year old, and some resources in Spanish, just in case. Then he called his buddy Jake, a former NFL tight end Remus had met during his courses at Madison. Jake, a Type 1A diabetic, did a couple of sessions at the university each year for aspiring trainers on how to assist athletes with diabetes, and Remus had stayed in touch. He also fired off an e-mail to Luke Kunin, who had started working with the Madison sports trainers in high school while Remus was finishing up his program, even though Kunin's freshman year was after Remus' graduation. The following Tuesday, Remus felt ready to go. He met Lucía and Mr. Sanchez in the lobby, and ushered them through to his office so they could be assured of privacy. It broke his heart a little to hear Lucía look so defeated when she declared that she couldn't play anymore. Diabetic Mexican girls have no place on the ice, her doctor said. At that, Remus shot a look to Mr. Sanchez, whose jaw had clenched so tight, Remus was afraid he might crack a tooth. "But, you are from Honduras. Lucía, don't believe anything someone says if they can't even get that right once you've told them. Your doctor is very, very, very wrong." "The school says it too, and other players. Only some girls can play hockey, and not brown girls, and not sick brown girls. They say I will get a sugar rush and fall down whenever I skate fast. And they say I will get too fat to skate, only fat Mexicans get diabetes." "I am sorry you had to listen to that. None of what they say is true. I will keep a stronger ear out for that kind of bullying and ask the other coaches to do better too. That kind of attitude does not belong on the ice, in the locker room, or anywhere."

Then, point by point, Remus demolished the false statements, explaining that diabetes is different from a sugar rush, and that with careful management, Lucía can not only play any sport she wants, but excel at it. He shared the tips from Jake and Luke about how to wrap Lucía's new continuous glucose monitor and pump so that they were protected without impeding movement or insulin flow. He talked about nutrition and managing diet in the sense of being aware of how your body was feeling, and learning when and what to eat ahead of expected activities, and how to recognise a low. He shared his stories of working with Kunin, and how the whole World Junior team kept jelly beans in their pockets and on the bench, just in case Kunin needed to quickly raise his blood sugar. He talked about how the discipline and awareness of how her body is feeling that Lucía will develop while managing her diabetes might help her with the work needed to become a professional athlete, if that is a goal she decides to pursue (although nothing can guarantee anyone will make it to a professional, - and doesn't Remus know all about that, he thinks silently to himself - but diabetes certainly shouldn't stop her).

An alarm started to ring from the desk, and noting that it was almost practice time, he gave Lucía a handful of the temporary tattoos Jake had courriered over to him, some a simple blue circle, others the circle with the words Insulin Dependent written underneath. Then he sent Lucía off to change into her gear, but asked Mr. Sanchez to stay behind for a second.

"What your doctor said to Lucía was incredibly inappropriate, damaging, and incorrect. Is there any chance you can switch doctors?"

"I have already started the process to transfer Lucía to a pediatrician who specialises in juvenile diabetes." "Good. If that doesn't work out, please reach out to us here, and we will try to share more resources and make some connections with organisations the Lions work with regularly. Also, if I may be so bold, please report that doctor to the state board and the US Department of Health and Human Services. I have to head to the ice, but, please, don't hesitate to reach out to me if you have any other questions or concerns about Lucía playing hockey. I can set up another meeting like this anytime this summer. Lucía is a gifted player and a great leader on the ice, hockey would be worse off without her playing."

[darkmaga-retard]

Meeting with the head of Rospotrebnadzor Anna Popova

Karl Sanchez

Sep 16, 2024

Head of the Federal Service for Surveillance on Consumer Rights Protection and Human Wellbeing Anna Popova

She has a very long title and list of areas to manage the most important being the management of what the Kremlin calls “measures to ensure epidemiological safety in the country.” Given what’s known about the Outlaw US Empire’s experiments on developing biological weapons of mass destruction, a new emphasis was placed just after the SMO’s start and the discoveries of what was present within the CIA’s BioLabs located within Ukraine. The Kremlin further notes the conversation was about “the work of the unified information and analytical system of Rospotrebnadzor and the development of a pathogen monitoring network.” Based on what Russia’s discovered, this work has strategic significance. I’m certain much was discussed after the cameras were turned off:

Vladimir Putin: Good afternoon! You have a professional holiday. I congratulate you. In recent years, you and your employees have experienced serious challenges, in fact, together with the whole country, of course. You have done well, and I hope you will do so in the future. How is the work going? A. : Mr President, thank you very much.

[asimmons2012]

Meet Pedro

here’s another oc his name is Pedro Sanchez I was inspired by one of my favorite SMG4 characters Mr. Puzzles

[buney-kat]

Songs list! All romantic or similar in nature. Ones that make me daydream, feel, and ache.

Sweet:

Exist for Love- AURORA

Emergency Contact- Pierce the Veil

Too Sweet- Hozier

Saving Flowers- salute, Rina Sawayama

Baby I'm Yours- Arctic Monkeys

Cariño- The Marías

Nonsense- Sabrina Carpenter

Even When I'm Not With You- Pierce the Veil

Meet Me in the Woods- Lord Huron

Fool for Love- Lord Huron

Say It Back- tv room

Love You Like A Love Song- Selena Gomez & The Scene

Mr Valentine- YAZ

Hey Lover!- Wabie

Two of Hearts- Stacey Q

Moonlight- Kali Uches

Light Shower- Melanie Martinez

She's My Collar- Gorillaz, Kali Uches

CYBERKISS 2 U*- BLACKSTARKIDS, beabadoobee

Plug Me In- Lil Soda Boi

Stars- dacelynn

Until I Found You- Stephen Sanchez

Never Ever Getting Ride of Me- Christopher Fitzgerald, Kimiko Glenn

Crush- Tessa Violet

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)- Edison Lighthouse

✧༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻✧

Spice:

HONEY (ARE U COMING?)- Måneskin

EYES ON ME- asteria

Supernatural- Barns Courtney

Stuck- Thirty Seconds to Mars

AMERICAN HORROR SHOW- SNOW WIFE

Howlin' For You- The Black Keys

La Cama (Tengo Ganas de Ti)- El Secreto de Herbie

READ YOUR DIARY- Måneskin

Girlfriend- Trevor Something

Rush- Troye Sivan

R U Mine?- Arctic Monkeys

NASCAR- Stella Smyth

Tension- Kylie Minogue

Lipstick- Charlie Puth

Love From The Other Side- Fall Out Boy

Tongue and Teeth- Subtlety

I H3ART YOU- Boy Fantasy, g0r3c0r3

Me and Mr Wolf- The Real Tuesday Weld

Eat You- Caravan of Thieves

The Summoning- Sleep Token

Wonderland- Natalia Kills

Tú Con Él- Frankie Ruiz

Me Necesita- PRETTY MUCH, CNCO

Missing Kitty- Kreayshawn

Novia- Jake Daniels

Killer- The Hoosiers

Mx. Sinister- I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

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Salty:

Creatures in Heaven- Glass Animals

Duele El Amor- Aleks System, Ana Torroja

Bewitched- Laufey

The Night We Met- Lord Huron

The World We Knew (Over And Over)- Frank Sinatra

Capable of love- PinkPantheress

The Devil is Human- AURORA

Billie Bossa Nova- Billie Eilish

Por Tu Maldito Amor- Vicente Fernández

I'm Yours- Isabel LaRosa

Scary Love- The Neighborhood

Test me- Melanie Martinez

Cherry Flavored- The Neighborhood

When the Night Begins to Fall- James the Seventh

Play date- Melanie Martinez

Treehouse- Alex G, Emily Yacina

Washing Machine Heart- Mitski