#No Violence

[12g4ugegirl]

Onding. (Sova x Reader)

Summary: You wake at an odd hour to Sova not there. It takes some convincing to get him back to bed but reader eventually does.

Genre: Light fluff, light angst?

Pronouns: NONE

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: I don't think there is anything? (if there is smthn lmk)

A/N: I love wintry men. First fic in a LONG time bear with me. also lmk if you want more I have more ideas for a plot line for this ehe.

You woke softly, reaching a hand behind you, patting the still-warm space. It was cold without him. You let out a small groan, gripping at the fleece blanket to try and absorb more of its warmth, it wasn’t enough. You blink slowly trying to convince the weariness of sleep to leave you, at least for now. It’s still dark. The pale lonely moon staring down at you from the window. You rolled over to where he should have been, his empty pillow and the comforter lovingly bundled around you. You let out a small sigh, turning back and looking at the window.

It was snowing.

It wasn’t a heavy storm, a light dancing snow decorated the treeline below the moon. You rolled over once again, facing the closet. The small hearth in the corner of your shared bedroom flickering dimly. You nodded to yourself, your eyes still protesting being open. You forced yourself up, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and checking the time, 3:42 am. You rubbed the side of your face, stretching your eyelid. Your feet slid into your woolen slippers, shedding the warmth of the fleece and comforter. You shivered as you stood, holding your elbows as you grabbed a fluffy robe draped on the closet door, wrapping it around yourself. You clenched your robe close to you as you began to walk around, peeking out of the bedroom. The hallway was dimly lit, fading light erupting from the large fireplace in the living room. Your hand slid across the wall as you approached the warm glow. You checked the corners of the living room as your hand hit the threshold. You saw him, Slightly right of the doorway, a tall figure stood in front of the kitchen sink, hunched over, staring out the window. You took a couple of steps forward before calling his name quietly.

“Sasha?”

You peeped. He didn’t turn to you. You exhaled through your nose in a sort of sigh. You shuffled up to him, your slippers dragging against the wood grain. Your hand lightly rested on his bare shoulder. He had slept in a white beater and a pair of long flannel pants. He was much better accustomed to Russian winter than you were. His gaze intently focused on the treeline, watching, waiting. He had the gaze of a hunter as he watched, his prosthetic eye glowing dimly in the moonlit kitchen.

“Sasha”

You called quietly next to him, your hand lightly rubbing up his shoulder and to his back, your eyes leaving him to watch the tree line.

“I know, ласточка, I know.”

When you turned back to him, his gaze was soft, his attention on your features, on you. You held his gaze briefly before that sweet goofy smile crept across his face. His posture has straightened from how he had hunched over, staring at the trees past the property. He was calm again. You knew the look he had in his eyes.

“Sasha-”

He had pounced on you. Muscular forearms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the floor and spinning you in a subtle bear hug. He held you close to him, his joyful chuckle escaping his throat. Something that made you smile as you reciprocated. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders as he adjusted his grip to hold you more comfortably. You cupped his jawline, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His face lit up, pink dusting his pale complexion in the moonlight. You giggled, watching him get flustered from something so small. Your thumb ran over his cheekbone, feeling the divot his scars left.

“Come back to bed, please?”

You whispered. He smiled at you, his eyes squinting with his smile. His silken blonde hair fell over his shoulders giving him an angelic glow in the moonlight. Your eyes are desperate to grasp, to hold every moment of him in your memory.

“Soon, ласточка.”

He nodded, setting you on your feet. You kept your hands on his face, stealing a quick kiss from him. The pink dusting across his cheeks and the tips of his ears grew more vibrant. He didn’t know how to react. Cute, you thought, releasing him from your icy grip. He ran his hand along the backside of his neck, glancing back to the window. You frowned at his almost longing look. He was worried.

“Work again, Sasha?”

You interrupt his thoughts, his gaze jumping over to you. He nods sheepishly.

“I know you can’t talk about what you do Sasha, but it’ll be okay.”

You ran a hand over his forearm, leaning your head against his shoulder as you tried to deduce what was out in the woods.

“I’m sorry, ласточка.”

He mutters, his arm wrapping over your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. You nuzzle your head against him,

“It’s okay Sasha,”

You reassure him, taking his hand in yours, and giving his larger hand a little squeeze. He nods, clearly wanting to say something, but keeping his mouth shut. You followed his gaze out once again to the snow-dusted woods. You couldn’t see it in this weather but you knew out there was a mountain, one Sasha warned you of several times. You tipped your head, looking up at him, the blue glow ever striking now. You didn’t want to disturb him, he was deeply focused. You stared with him, out that window at the light snow, the dusting piling up on the outside of the pane, briefly losing yourself in the piling snow. You felt a kiss gently pressed to the top of your head, an exceedingly delicate kiss. You turned your head to Sasha, his gaze solely on you now.

“Ready to go back to bed now?”

You whispered, a smile reaching your lips once more. Sleepiness was creeping back into the space behind your eyelids.

“Yes, ласточка.”

He nodded, and an equally warm smile was returned. You wrap your arm around his own, leading him away from the window and down the hall. He follows along like a large puppy, keeping up with your pace with his longer strides. Dragging him into your shared bedroom, you ditch the larger robe, flopping down onto the bed with a contented sigh. Sasha follows suit, waiting for you to roll over to your side of the bed before falling onto the bed. You laugh as he rolls over to look at you. You brush his silken blonde strands from his face, his awkward little smile awaiting you. You exhale through your nose with a little smile in response. Before long his arms wrap around your midsection, pulling you to him. His face is buried in your chest, your hands playing with his long platinum hair.

“Sasha,”

You chimed softly in a sing-song voice, his arms pulling you tightly to him.

“Ласточка.” 

He mumbled into your chest.

“Hm?”

You hummed, still running your fingers through his long hair.

“I love you, ласточка”

He didn’t look up to you, his face still hidden in your form.

“I love you too, Саша”

An attempt to pronounce his name closer to his home language.

“Promise me you won’t let anyone in when I’m not home, ласточка”

A common demand of his, reasonable though, you thought. His line of work wasn’t the greatest, one of a more military background. He had a lot of enemies, he wanted you to be safe.

“Yes, Sasha, I promise.”

You chuckled, stroking his hair as he held you close. He nuzzled his face deeper into your chest.

“Even if they look like me, ласточка”

“Mhm”

You hummed, your finger twirling his hair as sleep slowly crept over your gaze, you didn’t quite catch the last thing he said.

“Ласточка, promise me, please.”

You blinked wearily.

“Yes, Sasha, I promise.”

You mused in your sleep-polluted headspace, your eyes fluttering open and shut, your hand still intertwined with his pale blonde hair. You adjusted, resting your cheek on his scalp with a contented sigh. You got one last glimpse of the tall Russian holding you, his fair coloring accentuated under the moonlight. His grip is firm and protective, unwaveringly loyal. A little smile crept across your face as you drifted into a dreamless sleep.

[celestialdragoncookie]

India?Indo

Pakistan?pak

Indo pak?

NO!

[intelligentchristianlady]

The Next Steps

Dear disappointed Democratic voters,

Take a breath. Don’t lash out.

Plan to join the PEACEFUL resistance.

Embrace your family and friends. Reach out to the ones who are far away.

Embrace your community. Try to help where needed in any way you can.

If you can cook, feed people. Share your talents.

Be kind to everyone, including yourself. Smile at people and thank them. Every kind action, every positive action helps let in the light.

Do the things that nurture you. Try to avoid self-destructive comfort behavior.

If you pray, try to do that a lot.

Remember to make sure you and your children and elderly relatives get all necessary vaccinations this year.

You might also consider stocking up on canned goods and dried beans and so on. (Tariffs = higher prices).

No hatred. No revenge. No violence.

We will get through this.

In the name of God, Amen.

[saddayfordemocracy]

Kader Attia, Intifada: The Endless Rhizomes of Revolution (2016) 

A forest of leafless trees of iron rebar emerged from piles of rubble, slingshots bound to their bifurcated branches. The makeshift weapons recall those used by Palestinians against Israelis during the First Intifada in 1987, in protest against Israel’s occupation of the West Bank and the Gaza Strip.

 “It is an artwork about the history of violence and the agency of resistance as a form of existence, and does not call for violence in any form,” Attia said.

Courtesy: Nagel-Draxler

[carminia69]

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

A HELLCHEER PROPOSAL - Eddie and Chrissy, by @emeriart , commissioned for With a Little Help From My Friends, but the following excerpt is from a prior fic called Into the Shining Sun…

“I’m not trying to scare you,” Eddie blurts out, “I’m the one who’s scared. I want you to fly, sweetness, I don’t— I don’t want to tie you down. I want you to have everything you want. I don’t want you to be unhappy years from now because you realized you could’ve done so much better than me.”

She stops walking. Takes his chin firmly in her hand, turning him to face her. “Edward Wayne Munson, there is nobody in this world who’s better for me than you.”

He laughs, heart soaring, even as two big tears roll down his face. “Okay, so, what’s the word, then?”

She kisses the tears away. “What word?”

“You said all I have to do is say the word. What’s the word?”

“Oh… it’s more like a few words, I guess. Something like ‘Chrissy Cunningham, love of my life, will you marry me and be mine forever’ should do nicely.”

“I think I can manage that.” He glances around. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Well, I’m not gonna ask you to marry me and then give you my ugly skull ring, am I? We’re at the fair, I oughta try to win you a ring, or at least a teddy bear or something, right? Come on.”

“I like your skull ring.” She giggles as he tugs her hand. “I like all your rings.”

“Nope. Too ugly for a fantastically beautiful woman like you. Just come with me!”

“I’m coming, angel. Anywhere you wanna go, I’m coming with you.”

Hand in hand, laughing, they run down the midway together.

Shameless self-promotion: like what you read here? Into the Shining Sun (warning, this one is pretty angsty)

[horrorfreakshow]

No violence sunday!! (I know it's Wednesday)

[dinosaurwithablog]

This is one of my all time favorite Colombo episodes, It's All in the Game. Throughout this entire episode, Faye Dunaway is trying to seduce Lt. Colombo. He plays along, but he's faithful to his wife. He gets so cute as he gets flustered and blushes. I love Colombo. He's such a great guy. I've been watching this show since it first aired in the 70s. I can almost recite the dialog because I've seen them all so many times, but I still watch. It's a crime show with no violent scenes. I love that. And I enjoy watching Colombo solve the crimes using just his mind and deductive reasoning. I wish all police shows were like this. It makes for a much more interesting show. I get no anxiety watching it. If you're ever gonna watch an episode of Colombo, I recommend this one. It's great

Faye buys him the perfect gift as she tries to seduce him. He loves his wife and dog more than anything so she bought him a dog bed from Saks Fifth Avenue. Hoity toidy dog bed for real. She's very good at her craft. He was very happy 😊 😃

[ercolinoo]

Painted this for the 25th of November! I wanted to talk about the struggles of native and Palestinian women! I decided to paint Bisan, a famous Palestinian journalist.

[paolabazzali]

Tagliare la corda

25 Novembre 2024 - Giornata Internazionale per l'eliminazione della violenza sulle donne.

[funadeya]

DEAD STOCK

VEGAN

NO VIOLENCE🐄🐓🐖🐝

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Eddie: I kicked a woman once

Steve: What the hell is wrong with you?!

Eddie: I was in the womb, chill bro

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

BEST SIBLINGS EVER - Eddie and Max, by @emeriart , for my story With a Little Help From My Friends

…She finds him again in front of a candy display, singing to himself as always, apparently debating the merits of Red Vines versus Twizzlers. When he notices her he grins and starts singing to her, flourishing the package of Twizzlers as an imaginary microphone. So don't you ever be ashamed, when you're only lonely… And oh you can call out my name... when you're only lonely...

Max feels herself blushing a little; those lyrics are a bit too on the nose today. “You’re such a nerd. How the hell do you know every single song that’s been on?”

“Uh, hello? You can thank your best friend for that.” She giggles at his fake sarcasm. “El and Hopper love all this corny shit, and when my little Ella-bella wants me to play something for her, I play it. It gets stuck in my head.” Unexpectedly he grabs her hand and twirls her, as if they’re doing a fancy waltz. No, there's nothing wrong with you… Darling, I get lonely, too… He crescendoes up to hit the high note perfectly, and an older woman behind them smiles.

“You’re adorable,” the woman says fondly. “I wish my son and daughter got along as well as you two.” She beams at them, and Eddie grins back. “Yeah, my sister’s pretty awesome,” he tells her, pride and admiration in his voice. “She hates my taste in music, though. Can’t imagine why.” The woman bursts out laughing, Max laughing right along with her. Eddie simply resumes picking out candy, as if he hasn’t done anything out of the ordinary.

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