#Open Farra

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Expoagro de Itapetininga anuncia atrações para sua 51ª edição

A Expoagro de Itapetininga de 2024, reconhecida como a principal feira agropecuária da cidade, confirma sua 51ª edição, prometendo reunir um grande público entre os dias 12 e 21 de abril, no emblemático Recinto de Exposições “Acácio de Moraes Terra”. Este ano, o evento surpreende ao incluir na sua programação a cantora Ana Castela, conhecida como a “Boiadeira”, que fará sua primeira apresentação…

[workersolidarity]

[ 📹 Thousands of civilians are forced out of their homes and jobs in Hamad Town, north of Khan Yunis, in central Gaza. Israeli occupation forces are directing Palestinian families to Deir al-Balah, where occupation airstrikes have been ongoing for 150 days.]

[ 📈 An infographic detailing Israeli purposeful destruction of Gaza's healthcare system and infrastructure.]

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150 DAYS OF NON-STOP CARNAGE: ISRAELI OCCUPATION FORCES CONTINUE TO GENOCIDE PALESTINIANS IN GAZA

On the 150th day of all-out War on the civilian population of the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed a total of 13 new massacres of Palestinian families, resulting in the deaths of no less than 124 civilians, mostly women and children, and wounding another 210 others over the previous 24-hours.

The Palestinian Ministry of Health of the Gaza Strip added that there continues to be significant numbers of missing civilians buried under the rubble of their destroyed homes as IOF soldiers, armored vehicles and artillery shelling prevent ambulance and civil defense crews from reaching the sites of occupation bombings.

The Israeli occupation continues to target hungry civilians in Gaza as they attempt to find food.

In the latest crime against humanity, the Zionist occupation army opened gunfire on starving civilians waiting for flour at the Kuwaiti roundabout near Gaza City, killing at least one civilian and wounding ten others.

Similarly, the Israeli occupation repeated its crime when the IOF shelled a humanitarian aid truck on the coastal road opposite of Deir al-Balah, slaughtering another 11 Palestinian civilians.

Meanwhile, Zionist fighter jets bombed a civilian home filled with displaced Palestinian families in the Nuseirat Refugee Camp, in central Gaza, killing 12 and leaving a number of others missing under the rubble.

Occupation artillery forces also continue to shell the eastern neighborhoods of Deir al-Balah, while occupation air forces resumed its bombardment of the city of Rafah, in the south of Gaza.

In another atrocity, Zionist warplanes bombarded a civilian home belonging to the Al-Gharib family near the Al-Awda roundabout in central Rafah, killing three civilians, including a mother and her child.

At the same time, occupation aircraft bombed the Madi family home in the neighborhoods north of Rafah city, murdering seven Palestinians, including a pregnant woman and her unborn child.

Six more bodies were also pulled from the rubble of the Abu Anza family home after it was bombed yesterday by Israeli jets, bringing the total number of deaths in the atrocity to 20.

In another example of ethnic cleansing, the Israeli occupation army surrounded Hamad Town, northwest of Khan Yunis, in the south-central Gaza Strip, forcing thousands of residents out of their homes, arresting dozens of citizens, and opening fire on anyone trying to leave the city outside occupation routes.

Residents are being pushed out of the city and being told to walk themselves, their families and their belongings to Deir al-Balah, which the occupation regime calls a safe area, but where daily airstrikes and artillery shelling have repeatedly struck civilian targets, including civilian homes, in recent days.

Elsewhere, the Zionist air forces bombed the Al-Farra family home, west of the Jamil Wadi roundabout on the coast of the Al-Mawasi neighborhood, northwest of Khan Yunis, resulting in the deaths and wounding of multiple civilians.

Nothing is sacred to the Zionist army which last night bombed a new cemetery filled with mass graves on Al Hadad Street, in the Jabalia Camp, in the north of Gaza, spreading body parts across a large area and forcing local residents and civil defense crews to rebury their dead.

An occupation warplane also bombed the headquarters of the Engineers Syndicate in the Sheikh Zayed neighborhood in northern Gaza.

Similarly, Israeli artillery fire also bombarded the homes of civilians in the Al-Sabra, Al-Janobi and Al-Rimal neighborhoods of Gaza City, resulting in several casualties among civilians, including women and children.

Two homes were also destroyed when occupation fighter jets bombed two civilian residences in Beit Lahia, in the north of Gaza, wounding a number of people who were taken to Kamal Adwan Hospital.

Additionally, a number of Palestinians were wounded after Israeli air forces bombed a civilian residence in the Bureij Refugee Camp, in central Gaza, while occupation air raids also targeted the Radwan family home in the Jabalia Camp, in the north of the enclave. Artillery shelling also targeted multiple areas in the Jabalia Camp, wounding several more civilians.

In the south of the Gaza Strip, Zionist warplanes and artillery shelling targeted several homes and areas in the city of Rafah.

According to reports from local medical sources, occupation aircraft bombed two civilian homes in Rafah, which led to the tragic deaths of at least 17 civilians.

Similarly, Zionist fighter jets fired multiple missiles into the Nuseirat Refugee Camp in central Gaza, killing two civilians and causing a multitude of additional casualties.

In another crime, an occupation airstrike on a civilian home in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood, southeast of Gaza City, killed and wounded "scores of civilians" according to local reports.

Ambulance and civil defense crews also managed to retrieve the corpses of at least 11 civilians from different areas of Khan Yunis, in the south of the Palestinian enclave.

As a result of Israel's ongoing war of genocide against the Palestinian population of the Gaza Strip, the death toll has now risen to 30'534 civilians killed by the Zionist occupation army, with another 71'920 wounded in IOF strikes.

According to Gaza's Ministry of Health, more than 13'430 children have now been killed by the occupation army, while the IOF have also murdered 8'900 women, and killed 364 medical personnel.

The Zionist forces have also kidnapped an additional 269 paramedics, destroyed 155 medical facilities, knocked 32 hospitals out of service, and bombed or destroyed another 126 ambulances.

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[justanoasisimagines]

Mixed Preference - How they hug?

This Preference contains - Daryl Dixon, Rudolofo "Rudy" Farra, Daniel "Hondo" Harrelson, Alex Mason, Lip Gallagher, Billy Loomis, Juan "Juice" Ortiz, Stefan Salvatore, Damian Priest, Angel Reyes, Negan, Remus Lupin, Tyler Lockwood, Steve Harrington, Eddie Diaz, Kai Parker, Pietro Maximoff, Dean Miller, Miguel Galindo, The Joker

Hey lovelies my requests are open! My guidelines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Daryl Dixon; Daryl holds you tightly. Daryl is not naturally affectionate so when he hugs you he means it. He holds you tightly because you are one of the most important people to him. He fears losing you, so whenever you've been away fro meach other for a period of time Daryl always holds you like he's holding on for dear life.

Rudolofo "Rudy" Farra; Rudy would twirl you around before pulling you in a hug. He loves listening to your giggle when he pulls you back toward him. He always wants to hear your laughter. Hugs with Rudy are lways fun and light-hearted. You always feel warmth and loved.

Daniel "Hondo" Harrelson; Daniel's always wrapping his arm around you from behind. He likes the little jump as you're stared. Daniel loves drawing you close. Daniel loves the way you relax into his touch as you two enjoy the moment.

Alex Mason; Alex loves drawing you into a hug by your belt loops. It's cheeky and flirty as he circles his arms around you waist when your close enough. Alex holds you tightly while gently swaying you side to side.

Lip Gallagher; Whenever you hug Lip, he enjoys slipping his hand into your back pocket. It's an excuse to cop a feel, to drag you as close as he can. Hugging Lip like this always ends up with you two kissing. Sometimes the lazy pecks other times its more passionate depending on your mood.

Billy Loomis; Billy will cradle your head when he gives you a hug. He doesn't care for anyone on this earth except you. When he holds you close, he's trying to protect from the dangers he knows lurks in the shadows. Billy will do anything to keep you out of harms way.

Juan "Juice" Ortiz; Juan loves giving you long hugs. He loves standing or even sitting with you and holding you in his arms. Juan finds it comforting to have you in his arms. To feel close. He dos this specfically if he's had a bad day and he needs to know you're close. It melts everything away.

Stefan Salvatore; Stefan is gentle when he hugs you. He's worried about hurting you with his strength difference. He's always tender with his touch. Whenever he hugs you it reminds him how precious you are to him.

Damian Priest; Damian loves to give you bear hugs. He's always coming up behind you wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you back towards him while he presses a kiss to the curve of your neck. It gives him the opportunity to whisper something in your ear.

Angel Reyes; Angel loves to hug you while you're sitting in his lap. He enjoys beng close to you. The two of you have the opportunit to sit and talk. He can hold you as tight or as lose as he wants. He can kiss you. Angel will always drag you onto his lap to hug you whenever possible.

Negan; Negan prefers to hold you by the waist. Whenever he hugs you, he kns your safe and protected. Negan is also fond of physical touch sometimes he'll find an excuse to give you a hug just to be close to you.

Remus Lupin; Remus love to bury his head into your neck whenever he hugs you. Hugs with Remus are always intimate. You two are always comforted by each other. Hugs with Remus are always warm and welcoming and comforting.

Tyler Lockwood; Tyler pulls you into a hug. He always grab hold of your hand to tug you towards him. He likes to do this whatever you're walking away. He likes to pull you back toward him for one last hug.

Steve Harrington; Steve loves to rest his head ontop of yours whenever he gives you a hug. He loves the feel of your head on his chest, while he can presses kisses to your hairline.

Eddie Diaz; Eddie loves to hug you around the waist. His arms circle around you while you rest your arms on his shoulders. Sometimes he'll rest his head ontop of yours as you two get lost in one another.

Kai Parker; Kai likes to wrap his arms around you from behind. He likes to hold you close and gentle sway you side while he talks to you while he's holding you. It's an excuse to spend time with you after a long day.

Pietro Maximoff; Pietro loves to give you bear hugs as tight as possible. When he hugs you, Pietro wants you to feel as close to him as possible. He enjoys hugging you because it brings him comfort. They can convey messages only meant for you both.

Dean Miller; When Dean hugs you, he likes to hold you closer to his chest. He likes being able to rest his head ontop of yours. He likes this embrace because its comforting to have you in his arms while feelings like he's shield ing you away from the rest of the world.

Miguel Galindo; Miguel likes to wrap his arms around your waist. He enjoys the intimacy of the hold. It's a hold no-one else gets. He also likes to press a kiss to your check.

The Joker; Joker loves to pull you closer by the belt loops, to drag you towards him so he can hug you. He enjoys when you resis him even if you're doing it for his benefit.

[blueying]

segue uma listinha de conexões requeridas. todas servem para qualquer gênero, pois blue é pansexual.

MUSE A ━━━━━━━━━ você e blue são frenemies, entretanto, convivem com uma tensão sexual que é frequentemente percebida por todos ao seu redor e até mesmo por vocês, mas se recusam a admitir. ( open )

MUSE B ━━━━━━━━━ parceiros de treino e parceiros de farra. blue adora se divertir de diferentes maneiras e você é o melhor parceiro para isso. ele adora te derrotar e apanhar. ( open )

MUSE C ━━━━━━━━━ são secretamente apaixonados um pelo outro, mas ninguém sabe, nem mesmo eles mesmos. ( open )

MUSE D ━━━━━━━━━ blue conhece você da coreia do sul e é um alívio ver uma pessoa que pense no mesmo idioma que o dele. ( @donararanha + up to 1/4 )

MUSE E ━━━━━━━━━ apple adora brincar e para alívio de blue, o seu pet também. vocês adoram assistir os dois cachorros correndo para lá e para cá. ( open )

MUSE F ━━━━━━━━━ blue é um apaixonado por yoga e não demorou muito para que você se interessasse, então, em dois toques, blue se tornou seu instrutor de yoga. e ele é bem rígido! ( open )

MUSE G (filhe de poseidon ou parecido) ━━━━━━━━━ com seu hiperfoco em animais marinhos, era de se esperar que blue se aproximasse de você, só para tagarelar sem parar. ( closed / @nakika )

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In the last 24 hours, Israeli forces killed 59 Palestinians and wounded 83, according to the Palestinian health ministry in Gaza. During this period, the Israeli military also committed five massacres against Palestinian families in the Gaza Strip. In a statement on Wednesday, the ministry added that medical teams are still unable to recover thousands more of dead bodies under the rubble. Meanwhile, local sources reported that Israeli artillery shelled the Jabalia refugee camp, north of Gaza City. In Gaza City, residents continued to recover bodies of killed Palestinians in the surroundings of al-Shifa hospital, where Israeli forces conducted a two-week-long raid before withdrawing on Monday. Medical sources’ testimonies have described total destruction of the hospital’s facilities and equipment.

In the central Gaza Strip, Israeli strikes on the Nusseirat refugee camp killed five Palestinians, including three children, while in Deir al-Balah, two Palestinians were killed in a strike on the Abul Ajeen neighborhood. More strikes were reported on al-Zahraa town and al-Mighraqa village, while Israeli warships opened fire on the Nusseirat and Deir al-Balah beaches. In the southern Gaza Strip, Israeli forces detonated several residential buildings in the western part of Khan Younis, as Israeli strikes killed three members of the al-Farra family in the center of Khan Younis. Medical teams also recovered three more dead bodies across the city. In Rafah, Palestinians buried 16 victims of Israeli strikes, 10 of whom belonged to the Zuurub family, killed by Israeli strikes on the east and west of the city.

-- From "‘Operation Al-Aqsa Flood’ Day 180" by Qassam Muaddi for Mondoweiss, 3 Apr 2024

[jqui62]

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[handwashonlyco]

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[abajuramarelo]

Não estou grávida de JC (Jesus Cristo)

28/07/23

Não que eu estava preocupada com o 1% de dar errado, mas a cada 100 mulheres, uma engravida mesmo tomando pílula do dia seguinte kkkkk minha querida e amada menstruação desceu hoje, dois dias antes do previsto, nem fez questão de me fazer surtar com atraso, olha como ela é uma querida, antecipou a sua vinda e trouxe paz para o meu coração, minha vida sexual nem está tão ativa assim esse mês, mas nunca se sabe kkkk só pensei que seria terrível estar grávida no casamento da minha irmã, já pensou? Open bar de bebida e eu não podendo fazer a farra, que desperdício. Já pensou eu chamar o meu filho de Jesus Cristo, ele ia sofrer muito, coitado. Hoje estou feliz, finalmente é sexta, graças 🙏🏻

Se bem que não tenho nada programado para o final de semana, mas rolê sempre encontro então é isso, não sei até quando vou conseguir manter essa vida de rolezeira, ave Maria, meu corpo anda cansado, ando estressada, é a falta de sexo semanal, mas padrão quebrado já era, melhor aceitar o Vênus retrogrado e sei lá, li que é para repensar coisas de autoestima, e não começar nada, nenhum relacionamento, nem nada, nem mudar de visual, droga, marquei cabeleireiro semana que vem, vou cancelar kkkk mentira, não acredito tanto no signo para isso, LP provavelmente riria de mim se eu desmarcasse o meu cabeleireiro só porque o Vênus está retrogrado. Estou esperando LP perguntar quando vai me ver kkk mas ele tá cheio de plantão essa semana Tururu e eu menstruada 🙌🏻 o importante é não estar grávida kkkk faz 2 semanas que não o vejo e provavelmente fará umas 3 semanas para poder vê-lo, por que eu sou assim? Será que tô mesmo com saudade dele? Vênus retrogrado em leão é para repensar os relacionamentos e questionar? Porque eu tô bem assim, questionando tudo ultimamente…

[workersolidarity]

[ 📹 Scenes of terror as Zionist occupation snipers open fire on two civilians visiting their destroyed home in the city of Khan Yunis, in the south of Gaza. The video documents the last moments of the siblings Amr and Muhammed Al Farra, who were both shot by the occupation sniper fire, and left to bleed out in the street where they both eventually died.]

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💥ISRAELI SLAUGHTER CONTINUES WITH 16 NEW MASSACRES OF PALESTINIAN FAMILIES ON 147TH DAY OF GENOCIDE💥

On the 147th day of Israel's ongoing genocide in the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed a total of 16 new massacres of Palestinian families, resulting in the deaths of more than 193 civilians, mostly women and children, and wounded another 920 others.

As a result of Israel's ongoing blockade and starvation of the Gaza Strip, four infants died this morning at Kamal Adwan Hospital in Beit Lahia due starvation and dehydration, raising the death toll of infant mortalities since October 7th because of famine to 10.

In an update on the Israeli massacre of Palestinian families waiting for food aid at the Nabulsi roundabout on Al-Rashid street two nights ago, when Israeli occupation forces opened machine gun fire from armored vehicles onto crowds of starving people before running them over with tanks. The death toll in the atrocity has risen to 112, with another 760 wounded. However, a number of victim's bodies remain at the site of the tragedy, unrecovered by ambulance and civil defense crews that remain under fire from the IOF.

After a withdrawal of occupation forces from the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood, east of Gaza City, large numbers of dead and wounded Palestinians were transferred to Al-Shifa Hospital in the al-Rimal neighborhood of Gaza City.

In Jabalia, in the north of Gaza, several casualties among civilians were recorded as a result of Zionist artillery shelling of the Jabalia Refugee Camp. According to local reports, occupation artillery shelling and fighter jets bombed the Al-Ajrami, Daghish, Qarmout, Abu Hamam, Shasha'a and Al-Dawi family homes.

Similarly, IOF warplanes bombed the Al-Qarinawi family home located in the al-Bureij Refugee Camp in Deir al-Balah, in the central Gaza Strip, resulting in the martyrdom of 10 Palestinians and wounding several others.

Israeli aircraft also bombarded a civilian residence in the Nuseirat Refugee Camp, located in the central Gaza Strip.

Meanwhile, the Zionist air forces have also continued with the constant bombing of the city of Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip, after which, paramedic teams and civil defense crews recovered the bodies of at least 22 Palestinian civilians from separate bombings, including the bodies of two young siblings, which were transferred to Al-Najjar Hospital in Rafah, also in the south of the enclave.

Three Palestinian were also killed after occupation aircraft bombed several tents housing displaced civilians west of Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip.

At the same time, another two civilians were killed and six others wounded as a result of IOF artillery fire targeting displaced Palestinians along the coast of Rafah, while a simultaneous strike north of Rafah resulted in the wounding of two others.

As a result of Israel's ongoing genocide of Palestinians in the Gaza Strip, the Zionist army has killed in excess of 30'228 Palestinians, mostly women and children, and wounded another 71'377 others since October 7th, 2023. Thousands of civilian corpses also remain trapped under the rubble of their homes.

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[justanoasisimagines]

Mixed Preference - Their Nickname for you

This preference contains - Jack Gibson, Travis Montgomery, Marcel Gerad, Eddie Diaz, Enzo St John, Alex Keller, The Joker (Heath), Ian Gallagher, Geralt ofRivia, Tyler Lockwood, Lucas (Vanguard), Billy Hargrove, Negan, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Emmett Cullen, Lemon, Rudolfo "Rudy" Farra, Billy Loomis, Dean Miller,

Hey Lovelies, back with a mixed preference. As always my requests are open! My guidelines are pinned at the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the divider and the banner

Jack Gibson; Babe/Baby

"Hey Jack?" "Yeah babe."

Travis Montgomery; Sweetheart/Angel

"Hey Travis?" "Yeah Sweetheart."

Marcel Gerad; Beautiful/Baby

"Hey Marcel?" "Yeah beautiful."

Eddie Diaz; Sweetheart/My Lover

"Hey Eddie?" "Yeah Sweetheart."

Enzo St John; Love/Sweetheart

Hey Enzo?" "Yeah love."

Alex Keller; Beloved/Peach

"Hey Alex," "Yeah Peach."

The Joker; Beautiful/Sweet

"Hey J," "Yeah Beautiful."

Ian Gallagher; Babe/ Sunshine

"Hey Ian," "Yeah Babe."

Geralt of Rivia; Love/Mine

"Hey Geralt," "Yeah Love."

Tyler Lockwood; Princess/Sweetheart

"Hey Tyler," "Hey Princess,"

Lucas Riggs; Treassure/Honey

Hey Lucas," "Yeah Treassure."

Billy Hargrove; Cupcake/Angel

"Hey Billy," "Yeah Cupcake."

Negan; Sweetheart/Baby

"Hey Negan," "Yeah Sweetheart."

Simon "Ghost" Riley; Love/Angel

"Hey Si," "Yeah Love."

Emmett Cullen; Babe/ Sugar;

"Hey Emmett," "Yeah Babe."

Lemon; Darling/Beloved

"Hey Lemon" "Yeah Darlin'."

Rudolofo "Rudy" Parra; Gorgeous/ Mi Carzon

"Hey Rudy," "Yeah Mi Carzon."

Billy Loomis; Doll Face/Sweetness

"Hey Billy," "Yeah Doll Face."

Dean Miller; Babe/Pumpkin

"Hey Dean," "Yeah Babe."

Köing; Schatz/Leibling

"Hey Köing," "Yeah, Schatz."

[lovelyyy-luna]

cosmic comics {pt.1}

fandom: stranger things

fic summary: y/n finds herself back in her hometown. But this summer is going to be a wild ride for Y/N and the party.

chapter summary: y/n comes back to Hawkins and spends time with her cousin and his friends.

warning: scars on the wrist

word count: 1897

a/n: this part is pulled from the show. But the next ones are not because it takes too long for me to do. It will have most of the highlights from the show.

date: july 9, 2021

PART 1 |

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It was cold. You could feel the springs from your mattress poke at you through the thin layer of fabric. Footsteps echoed from outside your room. You knew who it was and you just wanted him to go away.

The metallic creak of the door rang in your ears and you froze. The light from outside your room illuminated the cold white walls that held you.

“Come on, you had your rest. Time for another trial run.” the man's voice boomed.

You grunted a no but the other men beside him grabbed you.

You were kicking and screaming. “No! I don't want to go back! Please! I don't want to go!”

Your cries vibrated through the halls.

They held you down as they put patches on your arms and chest. They then push you through the gate, shutting it behind you. You bang on it hoping that they change their mind. But you knew they never would.

The man's voice came upon the speakers, “If you do this, you can go back to your room.”

You uneasily started to walk through the hall. When you get to the dark, pulsating portal you slowly reach out to touch it and its fleshy vine wraps tight around your wrist pulling you in quickly.

You jerk forward waking up in a state of panic, it even scares your taxi driver, “Whoa kid! Have a bad dream?”

“Yeah,” you say, rubbing the indented scars around your wrist.

“Well luckily we're almost to your destination,” he smiled at you through the rearview mirror.

You smile back and look out the window. The houses from the familiar street rolled into a blur, you never thought that you would be back. But here you were.

The taxi pulled up to your aunt’s house. Memories of you spending time there came flooding back, you playing with your cousin and his friends, joining their campaign, and all the nerdy shit you did back then.

The driver grabs your luggage and puts it on the curb. You took a deep breath and opened the car door. You didn't understand why you were nervous. This town made you uneasy.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your aunt squealing in excitement and the taxi driver screeching off.

“Oh Y/N! You're here! How was your flight?”

“Hey Auntie C, it was okay, got stuck next to a crying baby but overall okay,” you chuckle, “Sorry that I came on a later flight. I was late to the first one.”

“Oh that's okay sweetie, so tomorrow I’m going to pick up Dustin around noon at the bus stop and his little friends are going to do a little surprise thing. I have your dad's old car in the garage if you want to use it tomorrow.” she stops herself, “Oh I’m sorry dear. I don't know if you're ready to talk about it I mean if you-”

“Auntie, it's okay, I'm okay. I just want everything to go as normal as possible. Okay?”

“Okay, hon. So your room is already made and ready for you to make it yours,” she says with a giddy smile and walks you into the house.

The next day you had a bit of a late start to the day. You had a bowl of cereal and your aunt had already left to pick up Dustin. You put your headphones on and Queen flows through your room.

You looked at your clock and they should have been back by now. You just close your eyes and let the music consume you.

Screams came from in front of your door. You open the door and a group of kids stand there and scream at you. You scream back not knowing what the hell is going on.

The screams die down. Your cousin spoke from behind his friend who was blinded and crying, “Y/N! You're here?!”

“Um yeah,” you say awkwardly, “good to see you guys.”

“Um listen, I'm happy for this little reunion but I can't see because someone sprayed me with Farrah Fawsett hair spray!”

You laugh and guide Lucas to the kitchen.

You dab a wet washcloth onto Lucas’s eyes, “So dude welcome home,” you say to Dustin who was getting a cup of juice from the fridge.

“Thanks! Um Y/N I'm sorry I didn't come to the funeral.”

“It’s okay, dad would always say that knowledge was more important than anything.”

“I know but-”

You cut him off, “Besides it wasn't even really a funeral, just a ceremony.” you gave him a weak smile, “Um Lucas I think you can wash your eyes yourself.”

Lucas takes the cloth and stands next to the redhead. You speak towards the redhead, “Sorry I didn't catch your name,”

“Oh, it’s Max.”

“As in MADMAX?”

“Um yeah,”

“Oh and that would make you,” you point to the girl cuddled up with Mike, “El. Sorry, I'm not a stalker. Dustin would send me letters over the past couple of years about what happened in this godforsaken town.”

They all looked around at each other with a worried look, Mike cleared his throat, “Um Y/N what exactly did Dustin talk about in the letters?”

“Oh well, there were a lot. The highlights were Will’s disappearance, meeting some girl in the woods, all becoming friends, meeting MADMAX and both Lucas and him trying to win her over, and the winter dance. That's all that was memorable.”

They all sighed with relief.

The kids then mingle with each other, except Lucas and Max because Lucas was still whining about his eyes, and in the living room Dustin shows off his little projects he did at the camp.

“But this… this is my masterpiece.” Dustin grunts, picking up his machine, “I would like you to meet...Cerebro.”

“Um, what exactly are we looking at here?” you say laying down on the couch.

“An unassembled one-of-a-kind battery-powered radio tower.” he scoffed.

“So, it's a... a ham radio.”

“The Cadillac of ham radios.” He snaps back at you. “This baby carries a crystal-clear connection over vast distances. I'm talking about the North Pole to the South. I can talk to my girlfriend whenever and wherever I choose.”

The word girlfriend makes you sit up, “Girlfriend?” you and his friends repeat.

“Yup her name is Suzie. Suzie with a ‘Z’. She's from Utah.”

“Girls go to science camp?” Will ask questions.

“Suzie does, she's a genius,” Dustin said proudly.

“Is she cute?” Mike asks.

“Think Phoebe Cates, only hotter.”

Then Max and Lucas come out of the kitchen, “What’s going on?”

“Dustin has a girlfriend,” you say and they both have a shocked look on their faces.

You laugh and he asks you if you can take him and his friends to the hills. You agreed and walked into the garage and there it was. Your dad's old car. When you and your parents first left Hawkins over three years ago, it hadn't been driven since. The group stands around waiting.

Max speaks up, “Um Y/N you can drive right?”

You clear your throat, “Yeah of course but I dont have the keys, looks like we're walking.”

“Y/N the keys-” mike starts but you had already walked out of the garage and back into the house.

The walk to the hills was a little brutal. The hills felt like they were getting steeper and you were practically done.

“Aren't we high enough?” Lucas asks.

“Cerebro works best at a hundred meters.”

“You know, I'm pretty sure people in Utah have telephones,” Max says with an attitude.

“Yeah, but Suzie's Mormon.”

“Oh, shit. She doesn't have electricity?” Lucas asks

“No, that's the Amish,” you say.

“What are Mormons?” Will whispers to you.

“Mormons are super religious white people.”

Dustin overhears, “They have electricity and cars and stuff, but...since I'm not Mormon, her parents would never approve. It's all a bit…”

“Shakespearean,” you say.

“Shakespearean.” He says, agreeing with you, “Like Romeo and Juliet.”

“Star-crossed lovers!” you project jokingly.

“Hey, guys!” the whole group looks back at Mike and El, “This is fun and all, but, uh…”

“I have to go home.”

“But we’re almost there,” Dustin said.

“Sorry man,” Mike said.

“Curfew,” El chimed in.

Mike and El holding hands walk back down the hill.

“Guys! Can one of you leave me a message letting me know you got home?!” you call out to them. Mike looked back at you giving you a thumbs up.

“Curfew at 4:00?” Will questioned.

“They’re lying,” Lucas said.

“Well, they’re dating. I'm sure when you guys start dating you’ll want to be with your partner alone,” you say, continuing up the hill.

It took a little bit to get up the hill. The rest of the group kept complaining about every little thing and you didn’t blame them.

Dustin finally set up his machine. The static was the only thing that you and the group heard for a long time. Dustin grew frustrated and knew his friends were thinking he made her all up.

“Suzie. Do you copy? It's Dustin. Over.”

You kneel to your cousin, “Hey I'm sure she's there, maybe she's just busy.”

“Yeah. It's around dinner time.”

He tries again, “Suzie this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over.”

When he let go of the button it was the same static and his heart sank.

And again, “Suzie, do you copy? Over.”

“Dustin she's not there,'' Will says.

“She's there alright? She'll pick up.” Dustin snaps back.

“Maybe Cerebro doesn't work?” Max says.

“Or maybe Suzie doesn't exist,” Lucas says.

“She exists!” Dustin yells back.

“She's a genius and she's hotter than Phoebe Cates? No girl is that perfect.” Lucas spits back.

“Is that so?” Max asks behind him.

“I mean… you're perfect,” Lucas starts to stammer over his words, I mean, like, per... perfect in your own way. In your special... your own special way.”

Max starts to chuckle, “Relax, I was teasing. I'm obviously perfect and Dustin's obviously lying.”

Both Max and Lucas start to walk down the hill.

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked.

“Home,” Max said.

“Let me know when you guys get home!” you yell.

“Well... guess it's just you and me, Byers.”

“Um... it's late. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow we can play D&D. Or something fun. Like we used to?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Welcome home.”

“Yeah.”

“Well you still have me,” you say smiling at him.

Then his machine started to let out a distorted radio chatter.

Both of you huddle around Cerebro. “Suzie? Suzie, is that you?” Dustin yells into the mic.

A voice comes through the speaker. A man speaking what you think is in Russian. The message repeats itself a few times and then ends.

You and Dustin look at each other, both confused. You suggested that it was time for you to head home and he agreed. You made it home and your aunt had made Dustin’s favorite food for dinner.

Your aunt had asked Dustin lots of questions about his camp and he was more than willing to talk about what he did. Once you were all done, you put the dishes away and all went into your rooms. You sat on your bed looking up at the ceiling.

The message from the voice was playing over and over in your head. It was familiar but you didn’t know what it meant.

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Steve Harrington / Stay with Me?

Summary: After high school, you had never thought you would ever even become friends with Steve Harrington. Over the course of a week, you and Steve grow even closer than that, while foiling Russian plots, of course (contains some spoilers of Season Three) 

Word Count: 3,173

“Stay with me?” 

If Steve Harrington had asked you that nearly a week ago, without hesitation, you would have scoffed in his face, turned, and left. 

But now...you hesitated. 

Who knew that a week could change so much? 

“Come on, why don’t you just apply?” Robin had told you, handing you the application, “Slinging ice cream all summer with me has to be better than babysitting these rugrats.” 

Just then, Steve stumbled out from the back, Dustin in tow, “Think again,” you muttered to her, rising, “Come on Dustin, I told your mom I’d have you home by now.” 

“I told her, I don’t need a babysitter,” he nudged Steve, giving him a pointed look, “Tell her, Harrington. Tell her I can handle myself!” 

Steve looked between the two of you, seemingly tongue-tied, “Nice hat,” you said to Steve, before turning your attention to Dustin, “That’s an argument for your mom, kiddo, not me. All I know is if I don’t have you home soon, neither of us will be able to leave your house for a very long time. That means no more visits to the mall.” Dustin opened and shut his mouth, clenching his fists, before walking around the counter, muttering several curses under his breath, “Say goodbye to your friends.” 

“Bye,” Dustin said curtly, turning on his heel, and you followed after him, before Steve stopped you. He handed you a book, a Russian to English dictionary, and you frowned. 

“It’s Dustin’s. He forgot it,” he gave you an attempt at a charming grin, and you returned a weak one, turning to leave again. But he stopped you, leaning over the counter, his hat now off, “Have I seen you around before?” 

Robin rolled her eyes behind him, pretending to stick her finger down her throat, before disappearing into the back again. 

You stared at him, dumbfounded, “You’re joking, right?” he blinked, and you sighed, holding your forehead, “Your friends, the ones you used to hang out with Tommy H. and Carol? Remember them? They used to harass my friend, calling her weird, screaming names at her, whatever they thought about her that day that they found particularly odious. You used to just stand there. Saying nothing. Kind of like you’re doing now.” 

Steve frowned, words gone again, “I-I’m sorry, I-” 

You shook your head, telling him off wasn’t as satisfying as you thought it would be. It was more akin to screaming at a kicked puppy, “It was a long time ago. My friend is doing better. She’s off at college still, working as a research assistant over the summer, and I’ll be heading back after summer’s over.” 

You began to step away, but he stopped you again, “I’m sorry for what happened with your friend, but that’s not me anymore. I’ve been through a lot these past two years, and I’d like to say I’m not a total asshole anymore.” 

You glanced back at Dustin, who was glaring at the two of you, “I know. You’re nice to Dustin. Old you wouldn’t have given that kid the time of day. He’s is going through something right now -” something about a girlfriend he may have possibly made up “- and he needs you.” He nodded, “But doesn’t mean you have a chance in hell with me. Got it?” Steve nodded dumbly, and you offered him an actual smile, “I’ll see you around, Harrington.”

~~~

And see him you did, since Dustin ended up stopping by the ice cream place every day to see Steve, and eventually Robin. At some point, you grew tired of sitting at the counter by yourself, reading, and you rounded the counter into the back room. All of them jumped, including Robin, as Steve fumbled for the tape recorder, pausing it, “What are you guys doing?”

“Nothing,” Dustin answered quickly, and you rose a brow, saying nothing. You looked to Robin, who avoided your glance, and then there was Steve. By all means the weak link. You strolled over, sitting on the table next to his chair, tilting your head.

“Harrington, what are you guys up to?” Steve shrugged, clearing his throat, as he tried to look anywhere, besides your bare legs that brushed against his own, your too short shorts riding up. You nearly smiled at the thought, Steve Harrington being bested by you? “I know you know, and if you tell me, I might make it worth your while.” 

“Don’t break, Harrington, come on.” Dustin hissed. But it was too late. Steve locked eyes with you, and you snatched the tape recorder from his hands, as everyone else groaned. Robin hit Steve, who stared at you dumbfounded. You hit play, hearing the random message play. 

“Is that Russian?” 

“Your ass is grass,” Dustin told Steve, and you glared at him, “Steve uses Farra-” Steve went for Dustin, as you only stared at all of them in confusion. 

“What the hell is going on?” 

Since Steve had been the one to spill the beans, he was the one who got to explain to you. 

“So you guys are doing this because a fourteen year old thinks a Soviet plot is happening here, in Hawkins?” Steve shrugged. 

“Wouldn’t be the craziest thing to happen here,” You scoffed. 

“I’m sorry, we must not live in the same town,” Steve only slipped his hands into his pockets, shrugging, “Tell you what Harrington, find any Soviet plots, you’re taking me along.” 

“That would be a no,” Steve slipped his hands into his pockets, “why would we take you?” 

“Because unlike you, I’m actually a responsible babysitter,” you stuck your tongue out at him, brushing past him.

~~~

The elevator felt like it dropped several hundred floors, along with your stomach, which you must have left behind on the tenth floor you dropped. When it finally stopped, you collapsed on top of Harrington, practically in his lap. You tried to gather yourself, but you couldn’t seem to make sense of anything. Blood roared in your ears, heart still trying to exit via your throat.

“Comfortable?” Steve called from underneath you. You felt your cheeks burn, stumbling to your feet.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, and he offered a small smile. 

“Did I just get the stone-cold Y/N to blush?” he remarked and you rolled your eyes. 

“Stop flirting,” you replied lamely, a shaky chuckle following. 

“I don’t plan to, but...looks like we got bigger problems,” Steve said, looking around the now elevator they were trapped in. 

~~~

“If you die, I die,” Dustin told Steve, as he stared at him flabbergasted. Steve didn’t think Dustin had meant it at first, thought he would back off as Robin and Erica did, after some convincing, but he didn’t listen. He bit his lip, but conceded. 

“Okay,” he said, turning to the box. And you stepped up, as the both of them raised an eyebrow. 

“If I let this kid die, I might as well be dead. His mother would kill me,” you said, though you looked just as nervous as he did. Did he imagine it? Or did your hand twitch, nearly curling around his own when your fingers brushed his accidentally. He shook it off, opening the container, pulling one of the large glass containers of neon-green liquid out. 

“Dare you to drink it,” Erica remarked, and you snorted. 

“Pretty sure you’ll get something worse than a stomachache from that,” you looked around the elevator, “what the hell is this place?” 

“Beats me,” Steve sighed, “but does it matter if we don’t get out of here?” 

“Thanks for the reminder,” you muttered, wandering over to a corner, slumping against one of the walls. Steve frowned, as the others broke off.

“We should all try to get some sleep. I’ll take first watch,” he said and no one protested, and he settled up at the table. After a few minutes, he could hear the quiet snores of both Erica and Dustin, and even Robin had fallen asleep. He glanced at you, and found you drawing circles in the floor, “You okay?” 

You scoffed quietly, as he approached you, “I’m stuck in what seems to be a secret Soviet facility, where we very well may be forced to drink green sludge to survive. And even worse, you were right.” 

Steve chuckled bitterly, “Do I win a prize?”

You scooted over, “A seat beside me,” Steve was going to remark that wasn’t much of a prize, to sit next to someone who was wrong, but he didn’t want to risk it. Shot in hell or not, he still really wanted to sit next to you. Besides, he thought, settling down next to you, they very well may be in hell right now, “Do you think we’ll make it out of this?” 

“Don’t know,” he muttered, and you nudged him with your shoulder. 

“Harrington, that’s not an answer a girl wants to hear trapped in a Soviet facility,” Steve shrugged, leaning back, both his hands resting on the floor behind him, brushing your back. 

“Honesty is the best policy?” you snorted, chuckling. 

“Well, aren’t you a regular after-school special,” 

“And you said I wasn’t a responsible babysitter,” you laughed, cut off by a shiver leaving your body, “Are you cold?” you nodded, and he wished he had his jacket. This would be the part of the story where it would be really nice for him to have his jacket to wrap around your shoulders. But he never really was a good boyfriend, was he? 

“I never thought I would end up here,” you chuckled, “This summer was supposed to be simple. Babysit, earn some money, go back to school, and get the hell out of this town.” 

“Why?” 

“Because unlike you, Hawkins has never been a home to me. It’s been a prison, something to escape from, and college was the only way I knew how to,” he found himself watching how your brow furrowed, the way your lips pursed, and the growing sadness in your eyes, “How about you? I’m sure working in an ice cream parlor wasn’t exactly your plan either.” 

He scoffed, “No, no it wasn’t.” and so he told you. How he didn’t get into school. How his best efforts at the end of the year weren’t good enough, as always, and that everyone had moved on without him. And he was expecting the usual bullshit comfort that his old friends, when he saw them, gave him. There’s always next time. You’ll get in. 

But instead, you rolled your eyes, chuckling, “Bullshit. Of course, trying at the end isn’t enough,” he stared at you, leaning his head back against the cool metal, and surprisingly he laughed too, “But, how about this? I’ll look over your essay for you, for a fee of course, and I’ll set you up with the college advisor I had last year when I was applying. Means you’ll have to save of that ice cream slinging, taking girls on dates, money for this, that OK?” He paused for a moment, smiling, feeling something other than despair for a moment, “That is if we survive this.” 

“We will make it through this. I guarantee it,” he locked eyes with you, and this time he held it, and this time, it almost seemed doe-eyed instead of hard. 

“A Steve Harrington guarantee, huh?” another shiver seemed to travel up your spine, and this time he wondered if it was because it was cold, or because of something else entirely. You scooted closer to him, resting your head tentatively on his shoulder. 

“Is this...okay?” he swallowed, hoping you didn’t notice. He nodded, feeling his cheeks burn. You would be the death of him, if the damn Russians weren’t first, that is. 

~~

“NO! No, I’m not leaving them!” you shook your head, as Dustin dragged you back, and Steve and Robin held the door back.

“Get her out of here! And get help!” Steve shouted, meeting your tear filled gaze hesitantly, as if he knew that meeting your eyes would too damn hard, “Go!” 

And when the hatch swung down, you nearly collapsed from crying. Your world had both grown and shrunk in a matter of hours, and he had become your world in that time. And you hadn’t even kissed him yet. Even when you really wanted to after he won his first fight. 

There was no time. 

There wasn’t time for you to tell him that you had changed your mind, that he had more than a shot in hell, that he was worth everything - even nearly getting killed by evil Soviet spies. You nearly laughed, you thought Steve Harrington was worth getting killed over. The world really must be ending. 

Your world. 

~~~

“Steve,” Bloody red welts covering his face, his eyes blooming into red-purplish patches, so swollen that they can barely be open. As you envelop him in a hug, you feel the slickness of his stomach through his shirt, his flinch from your touch, and you know they must have beat him for hours, “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

“Y/N!” he grinned at you, surprisingly doe-eyed, “I knew you would come back for us. I knew it. Didn’t I know it, Robin?” 

Robin shushed him, gesturing you to come close, “I have a secret!” she shouted, and you immediately shushed her, as you loaded both of them into the car, as Dustin and Erica complained about never, ever having children, “Steve told me he likes you.” 

You heard Dustin scoff, and you could nearly hear Erica roll her eyes, “I like him too, Robin, now can you guys just sit still?” 

“No, Robin, I told you,” Steve said, over-exaggeratedly crossing his arms, “I like-like her.” he pressed a finger to your lips, “Don’t tell her!” 

Robin laughed loudly, and you sighed, rubbing your temples, looking to Erica and Dustin, “So no kids, right?” 

~~~

“Does it hurt?” You asked him later, as you sat, preparing for the battle ahead of you, and he shook his head. 

“Barely feel a thing-” your fingers brushed his cheek and he winced. 

“Liar,” you sighed, “So, how did you fail to mention you know a psychic girl with telekinetic powers and you fought evil demons for the last two years?” he gaped at you, as speechless as ever, and you cracked a smile, “because if you really wanna impress a girl, that’s definitely the way to do it.” 

“Oh yeah?” you grabbed him by the collar of his sailor uniform, pausing before his bruised lips, his breath hot against your own, as the brown of his eyes nearly black now. 

“Don’t know if I should kiss you,” you breathed, “Might hurt.” 

His fingers gripped your chin, “Don’t you dare move away.” 

You grinned, covering his lips with yours for a moment. He chased your lips, his bloody, cracked fingernails digging into your scalp, lips moving furiously against yours, ignoring the taste of his blood dancing on your tongue. Instead, your arms wrapped around his neck, palms gliding down against his back, gently, knowing somewhere there were bruises. 

“Ugh, get a room,” Dustin spat, walking by, as you slowly broke the kiss, his lips whisper your name like a prayer, as his arms held you to his chest. Your lips press soft, open-mouthed kisses around his neck, until the moment is broken again, “seriously guys, we have to get going.” 

You both untangled yourselves from each other, and you spotted the trail of red around his cheeks, neck, and even his ears. You grinned when you glanced his lips, definitely more bruised now, and not from the Russians, “And by the way,” you added, pressing one last kiss to his kiss-ruined lips, “I like-like you too.” 

~~~

“Stay with me?” Steve’s hand rested in yours heavy, heavy like the events of the night before. And lately, you couldn’t sleep in your own bed. You wondered how Steve had managed to sleep in his. Turns out he didn’t now, not without you beside him. 

You didn’t know how many times you had woken up to him, thrashing and screaming, sometimes about Russians, sometimes about demodogs, sometimes about ice cream. Your parents don’t know what happened. They read about the Soviet plots in the newspaper like the rest of the town, but they don’t know that you were in the middle of that mess. And they never would, as long as you liked to leave the house sometimes. However, with you disappearing for several days, and returning with a boyfriend, it didn’t make Steve their exactly favorite person. 

But still, you stayed. And months passed. 

One early morning, you spent in your bed, Steve seemingly sleeping still. So instead of waking him, you pressed your face into his back, you breathed in his scent - he smelled of his shampoo and soap, a small hint of his hairspray, but mostly he just smelled like Steve, “Did you just sniff me?” 

“Yeah? You got a problem?” you giggled as he turned to face you, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear. 

“No,” he smiled, moving above to hover above you, “but I have other ideas of what we could do if we’re both awake.” 

“How about we talk instead?” you leaned up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, before he rolled over, as you pulled something from a drawer, “I got something for you.” He frowned, as you pulled a large envelope from your bedside table, “I asked if I could be the one to deliver this, instead of the U.S. Postal service.” 

He frowned, and you resisted the urge to press a kiss to the folds in his brow, instead enjoying how they disappeared as his face grew slack, “Is this real?” 

You rolled your eyes, “No, I stole stationary from my college and made it,” you watched as he opened it slowly, as if he was afraid it would disappear between his fingers, “Read it.” 

He swallowed, “Dear Mr. Harrington, we are pleased-” he cut off, placing the envelope aside, and engulfing you in his arms, “How did you get this?” 

“I know a guy,” he rose a brow, “this is not the time to be jealous, Harrington. My friend in admissions got it for me. I was going to give it tonight at dinner with your parents, but I didn’t want to wait.” You peppered small kisses on his face, before burying your face in his chest, “I’m so proud of you.”

He seemed to exhale a breath he had been holding, holding for over a year it seemed, “I’ll be at college with you next fall.” 

“Looks like I’ll have to get rid of all my friends from high school,” you sighed, “can’t have them finding out I’m dating Steve Harrington,” he frowned, you pressed mindless kisses to the corner of his mouth, his jaw, and now his neck, “otherwise, they may find out how cool you are now and try to steal you from me. Can’t let that happen.” 

“That won’t happen,” his lips pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, “cause I’m stayin’ with you. Like it or not.” 

“Lucky for you, I do.” 

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Farra Highwind

Title: Farra Highwind Fandom: FFXV Series: Big Sister Aranea ‘verse (1/?) Rating: Gen Word Count: 1290 Summary: Farra Highwind was a practical woman. When she found out at age nineteen that she was pregnant – a fact that became obvious to everyone else as well soon enough – she already expected the discharge she got without comment a few weeks later. She had started to become fed up with the Nif army a good year ago already and, together with some of her equally unsatisfied messmates, stole a couple of decommissioned dropships and made them their new home. A/N: The first in a series of fics I’ve written (and drawings I’ve drawn - but those will follow later) for this verse since late July! In this verse it isn’t Cor or another member of the Crownsguard who finds and rescues Prompto, but Aranea! ^^ The fics are loosely connected and focus Aranea and her found family consisting of Prompto, Luna and Cor. Thank you @moonraccoon-exe for the advice and encouragement to post this as a series of fics! <3 Please enjoy ❤

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Farra Highwind was a practical woman. When she found out at age nineteen that she was pregnant – a fact that became obvious to everyone else as well soon enough – she already expected the discharge she got without comment a few weeks later. She had started to become fed up with the Nif army a good year ago already and, together with some of her equally unsatisfied messmates, stole a couple of decommissioned dropships and made them their new home.

She didn’t like talking about the past, so the most some people knew of her was that she had joined the service at age fifteen, a solid fighter who had been ahead of many other recruits who had a year or two on her. And that was enough, in her opinion.

She was a levelheaded leader and treated her mates fairly, not like subjects to be commanded around for her entertainment, but like a group of skilled people who had to work together to fulfill a purpose – and that purpose was to earn enough to keep them all alive another week.

*

The empire had likely been displeased about the theft of the old dropships, if they ever had found out about it in the first place, but none of them had ever come after the group, so most of them considered their airborne homes safe. Farra still liked to listen in on the few army radio channels they had managed to reactivate, just to make sure their ways would not cross on accident.

*

Her daughter was much like her, Farra reckoned, and, most of the time, she was happy about it. Aranea was practical, knew when told to dodge and run without questioning her mother and overall was a fairly independent child.

Farra tried to spend more time with her every once in a while, whenever they had enough money to not be hunting things (or dangerous people) down or simply had time to kill. That wasn’t the case very often.

Aranea didn’t seem interested in that a lot, however, and spent a lot of her free time training with the two other kids on board. Most of the time, though, she trained alone.

There wasn’t a terrible lot to do on a dropship, after all.

Farra sighed and hoped that her daughter wasn’t too much like her.

She didn’t want her to experience the regret she still felt sometimes.

*

The day Aranea turned ten, Farra woke her up with a kiss on her tangled hair and smiled at her.

“Tell me what you want to do and we’ll do it.” She grinned and Aranea thought, for a moment, about how young her mother looked all of a sudden.

“I want to...” She paused. What did she want?

She wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to interfere with their ships’ destination, not go anywhere too far that it would inconvenience them if they had to return...

“Can we just watch a movie together?” she asked instead and smiled hesitantly at her mother.

Aranea could tell that she was trying, trying to be there, but she was gone a lot, always had been for as long as Aranea could remember and... while Aranea tried not to take it personally, tried not to let it affect her... she felt like she didn’t know her mother all too well beyond who she was when she was working and trying to keep everyone safe and alive.

Aranea didn’t have much to talk about with her. So a movie was probably the safest option.

*

Halfway through the movie, Farra got a call. Aranea paused the movie and watched as her mother’s face went through a set of different emotions – excited, assessing and, in the end, serious and determined.

“We’ll take it. We can be there by early afternoon.”

Aranea waited for her mother to explain what she already suspected.

“A new client. The job’s a big one, so it’s going to take a while. But it’ll pay us enough for us not to have to take any further jobs for several months after.”

Aranea’s eyes widened. That did sound like one big job.

“Can I come along again?” She had been helping out in hunts for the past two or three years now, as a bait or distraction at first and recently also as part of the attack group.

“It’s going to be too dangerous for you, I’m afraid.”

Farra looked at her with a gaze that told Aranea that arguing was pointless. She still wanted to come along, though, prove herself to the others and show them how her technique was improving.

Farra’s voice made her close her already opening mouth. “You’ll look after the dropships while we’re gone. The area where we’ll land will be rather close to the frontlines and if they shift, you’ll have to take the ships out of there until we’re back.”

Aranea nodded.

She hated the frontlines. They’d been near them several times already and every single time, the noises of war made her skin crawl with fear.

“Okay.”

Farra left to inform her people of their new mission. They didn’t finish watching the movie.

*

“Malu and Tirr are going to stay in the other ships. Feel free to turn on the comm to chat while we’re gone. No leaving the ships though, alright?”

Farra ruffled Aranea’s hair as her daughter nodded.

“When will you be back?”

Farra sighed. She truly didn’t know, could only guess. “Three or four days, at max. Five, if things get ugly.” She grinned, feeling certain that things would look up very soon.

“We’ll be back in no time and then we can finish watching the movie together. How about that?” She smiled and Aranea nodded.

“Sure.”

“Okay, alright then.” Farra hugged her goodbye and waved at her with a final look over her shoulder as the adults left the ships.  

*

They hadn’t returned by the end of the third day, or even the fourth. Not even after the fifth or an entire week.

Aranea didn’t know what to do.

Her mother hadn’t told her what to do when they didn’t come back.

She was stressed and worried and had already packed a bag to go look for them, when she heard something up above them, familiar and deadly, slowly coming closer.

She was running a second later, shouting while she made for the exit, hoping that Malu and Tirr heard her over the open comm channels.

*

In the end, she made it out alive. The other two didn’t.

Turned out the Empire knew about the stolen dropships. And found them conveniently landed near the frontlines they kept pushing toward Insomnia these days.

They didn’t hesitate long and instead of reclaiming the old ships, destroyed them.

Aranea didn’t sleep for three days as she kept running, hoping to find anyone of the people she knew. But everyone was gone and she didn’t have a home anymore either.

She cried another two days and, when the provisions she had packed started to run out, forced herself to stop and began searching for food.

She learned quickly that, while staying in them for too long was unsafe, there were more than enough empty houses and abandoned research facilities with more than enough provisions for her to survive on.

She wasn’t sure where to go, but considering the situation... She bagged the first map she could find, some two weeks in, and made into the direction she hoped Lucis was in.

There was a frontline to avoid, however, so she would be taking the long route.

If nothing else, she thought as she pushed back tears that were starting to sting her eyes again, she was persistent.

And she set out.

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 Você só perde a virgindade nas redes sociais quando é notado. Alguns têm a felicidade de terem um post super compartilhado, milhares de amigos de uma vez só, mas o jeito mais comum é pela treta (briga virtual).

Briga, um questionamento virtual pesado, com palavrões, ou com ataques e critica pesada ao seu post ou comentário.

 Eu entrei bem tarde nesse ramo.(com mais de 30 anos!) O Orkut era a rede do momento, cheguei a receber o convite, mas os meus parcos conhecimentos digitais, fizeram com que eu nunca entrasse novamente na página que abri, e perdi o contato com a amiga que me enviou o convite.

A minha primeira rede foi o Facebook, que pouco a pouco, em passos largos, devoraria o Orkut.

Minha página era pequena, e até hoje ainda é. Tenho um pouco mais de 300 amigos lá, e pra mim tá bom.

Num post sobre a bagunça dos alunos em sala de aula, citei como era a minha turma do oitavo ano ginasial.

Batalhas de carteiras. Brigas onde a porta da sala de aula foi arrancada entre socos e empurrões.

Também havia o corredor polonês, mas era coisa dos nojentos e metidos a besta do segundo grau. Eles ficavam de costas nas paredes dos corretores. Os distraídos que passava por ali, se fosse menino, da oitava série, (a minha série) principalmente, eram chutados, meninas tinham as suas saias levantadas, vaiadas ou um puxão no cabelo.

 Na minha ingenuidade, disse que a minha escola era particular.

Apareceu um bostinha me chamando de “patricinha”, “filhinha de papai”

Jesus, eu não estava preparada. Não sabia que essas coisas aconteciam por aqui. Pouco tempo depois, o Brasil ficaria conhecido mundialmente como a rede com internautas mais ativos e furiosos do mundo. Somos os reis da zoação, e da fúria também.

 Até hoje, não tenho o costume de responder a esses babacas com palavrões. Se estou com paciência, eu uso argumentos, senão, ignoro.

De início, falei que a minha época de escola, era os anos 80, foi início da decadência escolar pública, onde as escolas ficavam sem aulas por até 6 meses com greves de professores, lembro que os alunos da rede pública, praticamente perderam dois anos com essa farra dos professores, em outro, foram aprovados de qualquer maneira, sem as provas finais, pois não haveria como recuperar as aulas pedidas.

 Que na minha escola, apesar de ser particular, nunca foi de elite. Havia os bolsistas, havia os filhos de faxineiros, zeladores, porteiros, lixeiros. Os com melhores situações financeiras, eram os filhos de donos de boteco e padaria. Tinha um aluno da minha classe, que tinha vergonha do empreendimento do pai: padaria.

E Sim, sofria bulyng dos ainda mais ricos: os filhos de médios empresários, filhos de funcionários públicos, quando estes descobriam que eu era filha de sucateiros.

 Mas ele continuou com suas gracinhas.

Joguei a minha cartada final. Disse que a palhaçada dele não me atingia, mas estaria sim, ofendendo os pais das crianças que ralavam muito para mantê-las na escola. Meus pais principalmente, que começaram o negócio catando lixo reciclável nas ruas.

No final ele aceitou a derrota e disse que eu era uma pessoa legal. Descobri logo em seguida que a minha primeira treta virtual teve plateia. Os comentários seguintes foram sobre nos dois.

Recebi até mensagem no chat.

No dia seguinte outro amigo, pela rede, falou com nossos amigos em comum o que havia acontecido.

 Houve outras, em uma, eu mesmo iniciei a treta. Quando a blogueira comunista postou afirmando que o Brasil é o país campeão em reciclagem de latinha, por termos empresários, sucateiros, que vivem de explorar a miséria do povo.

Virei bicho.

Contudo, sem palavrões , com argumentos, calei a boca da gorda.

Houve hates que me deixaram trauma no Twitter. Demorei a aprender a lidar com a rede. Mas a pior de todas foi a falecida g+. Não fiquei nem um mês por lá. Tudo que postasse, comentasse, era motivo para desrespeito e ataque.

Não vingou. O g+ pra mim foi a minha maior perda de tempo que já tive em uma rede social. Palavra de quem já apanhou várias vezes no Twitter...

THE DAY I LOST MY VIRGINITY ON THE INTERNET

You only lose your virginity on social media when you get noticed. Some have the happiness of having a super shared post, thousands of friends at once, but the most common way is by (virtual fight). Brawl, a heavy virtual questioning, with profanity, or with attacks and heavy criticism to your post or comment.

I got into this business pretty late. (over 30 years old!) Orkut was the network of the moment, I received the invitation, but my meager digital knowledge, made me never enter again the page I opened, and Lost contact with the friend who sent me the invitation. My first network was Facebook, which little by little, in stride, would devour Orkut. My page was small, and to this day it still is. I have a little over 300 friends there, and that's fine with me. In a post about the students' mess in the classroom, I quoted what my eighth grade class was like. Wallet battles. Fights where the classroom door was torn between punches and jerks. There was also the Polish runner, but it was the disgusting and son of the beast of the second degree. They'd sit on their backs on the walls of the brokers. The distracted who passed by, if it was a boy, eighth grade, (my series) mainly, were kicked, girls had their skirts raised, booed or a poke in the hair.

In my naivety, I said my school was private. A little girl came along calling me "missus", "daddy's little girl" Jesus, I wasn't ready. I didn't know these things were happening around here. Shortly thereafter, Brazil would be known worldwide as the network with the most active and furious internet users in the world. We are the kings of mockment, and of fury too.

To this day, I'm not in the habit of answering to these swearing. If I'm patient, I use arguments, or I ignore it. At first, I said that my school days, it was the 80s, was the beginning of public school decay, where schools were without classes for up to 6 months with teachers' strikes, I remember that the students of the public network, practically lost two years with this spree of teachers, in another, were approved anyway, without the final exams, because there would be no way to recover the classes requested.

That in my school, despite being private, was never elite. There were the fellows, there were the children of janitors, janitors, porters, garbage men. The ones with the best financial situations were the children of pub and bakery owners. I had a student in my class who was ashamed of his father's venture: bakery. And Yes, bulyng suffered from the even richer: the children of middle businessmen, children of civil servants, when they discovered that I was the daughter of scavengers.

But he went on with his cute little ones. I played my final card. He said his antics didn't hit me, but he would be offending the parents of the kids who were too much to keep them in school. My parents mostly, who started the business picking up recyclable garbage on the streets. In the end he accepted defeat and said I was a nice person. I found out right after that my first virtual had an audience. The following comments were about in both. I even got a message in the chat. The next day another friend, through the network, spoke to our mutual friends what had happened.

There were others, in one, I started the myself. When the communist blogger posted stating that Brazil is the champion country in recycling can, because we have entrepreneurs, scavengers, who live to exploit the misery of the people. I became a bug. However, without profanity, with arguments, I shut the fat woman's mouth. There were hates that left me trauma on Twitter. It took me a while to learn how to handle the network. But the worst of all was the late g+. I haven't been there for a month. Anything he posted, commented on, was a reason for disrespect and attack. You didn't get it. The g+ for me was my biggest waste of time I've ever had on a social network. Word of those who have caught several times on Twitter ...

[zoedawnreaver]

It is always Darkest before Dawn.

Night had fallen upon Maldraxxus, or at least as much as night time could in such a place. The usual bright green and haze filled sky had slightly darkened and the mood grew ever more eerie. The constant battles that were happening just below the Seat of the Primus had tapered down a bit, though smaller skirmishes from each force could still be heard crossing blades from rather close by. This didn’t matter much to Zoe seeing as how she had spent the majority of the day at the Stitch-crafter’s slab putting together her latest flesh construct. Parts of which were literally dropped in front of her during the wee hours of the morning. It seemed a daunting task at first seeing as how this was to be the biggest in terms of size she had attempted to assemble yet. It must have been that the denizens there trusted her skills as well as her competence all the more. To which she was fine with in large part seeing as how she wanted to keep her mind totally occupied after… Well, after a rather emotionally charged event. It weighed heavily on her heart and mind so what better way to help distract herself from it than to focus on her work and the addition of a new ally? This was Zoe’s thought process anyhow.

With just a few more careful moves of her trusty needle and enchanted thread, this latest and greatest flesh vessel was finally completed. Zoe took a few steps back from the slab to admire her handy work. With a wipe of her brow and a smile, she felt a swell of pride in her chest as she inspected it from top to bottom. From what she was told, this particular construct would be to a behemoth on the battlefield who would be able to equal at least one thousand enemy troops in strength, or at least that was the hope. Funny enough, Zoe was in charge of the beginning and end of this process. The middle portion out of her hands was actually choosing which soul would occupy said vessel. A strict vetting process must have been involved so as to make sure for not only smooth integration but one that would embody the aspect of what the goal was to be, so it made sense. Usually Zoe herself was given charge of the flesh constructs she created, so it gave her quite a bit of joy to welcome another new friend into the fold of the ones that already were. By her count, this one would make her sixth. Another important question was what would a good name be? Although, that would have to wait since all that hard work had sapped her of energy and she was running on fumes at that point. She reported her success to the Garalon the Stitch-master and headed off to the quarters that she was given with all the thanks for her contributions to Maldraxxus.

Once the door had shut behind her, the feeling in the air had…changed. Though she was still exhausted from her work, Zoe stood in the middle of the room quietly for a moment and looked down at the floor. Her chest began rising and falling a bit faster as she looked up and took off her gauntlets, to which she gingerly sat onto an end table near her bed. Her gaze then fixated on a mirror hanging on the wall a short distance away. There she would stare at herself, looking a bit worse for wear after a hard day. Without a word, she then reached over and opened the drawer on her end table and pulled out a purple piece of chalk. It was enchanted of course, given to her by her Uncle Lethrick among other assorted magical supplies he put together for her. Taking it into her left hand, she drew a single rune onto each of the four walls in her room in preparation for what she was about to do. The rune in question was the character meaning Silence This would make her surroundings totally soundproof so that no one would be able to hear what was said or done until it was wiped away. Once Zoe made sure everything was in place, she returned to the mirror and gave her reflection a long look once again, but this time she spoke. “Why…? Just why? Why is it that you drive away everyone you love?” Her voice came out in a mix of anger and sadness, breathing being a bit labored as well. “JUST WHAT IN LIGHT’S NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU!” With her sudden outburst, she punched the wall next to the mirror with decent force. “First Nao! Farra!” As she spoke their names, another punch was thrown at the wall as she looked her reflection in the eye. Those golden eyes that were filled with overflowing tears and a face that was contorted into such anger at what she believed to be her fault. “Next it was Livi! Vincent! Ryar! Rain!” Her voice would ring out as she continued, still throwing a punch at the wall for each name she yelled. In doing so, her knuckles and fingers began to bleed with the repeated contact. “How much longer will it be before you do the same to Vittoria huh? And then what? You will be truly alone and left to rot in the hell you made for yourself… All due to the fact that you just seem to have a poison about you. You try to do good, but you only wind up making this worse for everyone.”

Once Zoe had said her peace to her reflection, she would remove her fist from the small hole that was made from her anger filled blows. She stared at the blood dripping down her hand, crudely wrapping it up with some cloth she had ripped off of something. The tears had dried now, giving way to eyes that seemed to be dull and listless. Her face became sullen and blank, as if she was just moving on instinct now. Standing up and using what little strength she had left to walk over and collapse into bed, passing out as her face hit the pillow. All was quiet for a moment before a small rustling broke through. Cheesecake had come out of her little bed that Zoe had brought with the two before they made the trip. She had seen and heard all that had gone on and her Thundertail heart broke at both. The little girl she had seen enter this world and grow up being in such pain hurt her to the very core, but she knew there was very little that could be done to help except one. Cheesecake made her way towards the bed and hopped up next to Zoe, licking her cheek before cuddling up with her. Hoping that she would be able to provide some much needed comfort to her beloved friend. Shortly after, Cheesecake had fallen asleep as well.

[jqui62]

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