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tiniedemon · 1 year

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HOLD MY GIRL . . . kyle broflovski / reader

genre . . . smut, fluff

hold my girl — george ezra

kyle is a menace, and an asshole, and a terrible liar. you’re exceptionally aware of the last one. he has a few tells — refusal to make eye contact, poking his top lip with his tongue, twisting the few rings on his fingers — that first alerted you he’s hiding something. he’s not subtle, in the slightest. not as he sits with you and with your friends and he seems so anxious he could rip his hair out.

a birthday party is the last place for a breakdown, and you know he knows it, and it’s the only reason he’s keeping it in. he’s a horrid liar. his eyes, just as green and mossy as when you’d met him, continuously dart towards you. ‘no alcohol,’ he’d mumbled before your party. ‘i want you sober tonight.’ telling a grown adult not to drink on their birthday is a cruel thing to do, but you’re never one to complain. if he doesn’t want you drinking, it can only mean he’s planning to fool around later.

you’re growing tired, having just about enough of his nervous leg bouncing and consistent ruffling of his own curls. you slide your hand into his, give it a light squeeze, and if it does anything at all, it makes him somehow more nervous. it’s ridiculous. one touch and you’ve reduced the man to a puddle of anxiety.

“do you wanna leave?” you whisper, leaning toward him on stan’s couch. he hesitates, scans your face, and sighs. a nod shakes the red tendrils framing his vermillion face. you tug him onto his feet, make your rounds of the room. all your friends look at you like they know something you don’t, and now you’re the nervous one, tugging at kyle’s rings the entire way home.

“you seem a bit anxious,” he observes, though his hands are shaking almost as much as his voice. you want to laugh at the pure hilarity of it all. his anxiety rubbed off on you, and now you’re on the verge of losing your shit in the passenger seat, heart pounding out of your chest and eyes refusing to meet his.

“i wasn’t nervous until i realized everyone was keeping a secret,” you hush. he hums, acknowledging you, though doing nothing to curb your sudden onset terror. your apartment building creeps into sight and you feel like you could vomit. whatever’s waiting for you in your shared apartment can’t be good for your mental well-being. it’s your first birthday with kyle as a couple, and you know he’s gone all out like the sweetheart he can be.

“it’s nothing you should be scared for,” he mumbles as he tugs you through the passenger door he’s just opened. you rest your palms against his chest, gaze into his eyes, scanning his visage for any signs that you should be as terrified as you stand now. predictably, you can’t find any around the pure adoration slicing through his forested gaze.

“if you got us a cat, i’m never going to forgive you for hiding it from me,” you finally whisper, standing on your toes to press a fleeting kiss to his lips. he leans into it, chases it when you’ve dropped down to your height. you chuckle at the slight pout finding itself on his freckled lips.

“i didn’t get a cat, unfortunately. landlord says no pets, remember?” he muses as he tugs you towards the entrance to the building. it’s a short rise to the fifth floor, the floor your apartment rests on, and with each number that flashes in the elevator, you can feel your knees grow a little weaker.

kyle’s hands cup your face the second the two of you manage to enter your apartment. he kicks the door shut with his foot, and it’s up to your shaking fingers to secure the double locks. his eyes are all over you, fleeting over your face and your shoulders and your abdomen. the adoration in his eyes is open, intruding, piercing even the most hidden pieces of yourself.

“god, i can’t wait to get you in bed,” he says, breathless, finally tugging you in for the kiss your lips craved. his tongue strokes your bottom lip, joins yours in your mouth, pushes past the barrier of your teeth. you can’t help the whine his throat captures. he pulls back, and he looks at you like you’ve hung all the stars in the sky, and he devours your body with his gaze.

“so take me there,” you finally bring yourself to whisper, tugging at the collar of his t shirt. the fabric is soft, though not as soft as you know kyle’s fair skin is. you’re desperate to feel it, to drag your teeth along it, to taste it.

“lead the way.” it’s breathless, and depraved, and desperate, and it’s festering a mess between your legs. you take him by the wrist, grip gentle despite the harsh arousal your thighs are smothering. everything is smothering you. the shirt you’ve peeled off on your way to the bedroom, the shoes you’ve kicked off in the hallway, the hair you’ve already pulled away from your neck.

it’s when you enter the bedroom that you discover the cause of all his anxiousness. the bed is draped in rose petals, ever so cliche, and candles are freshly lit along the nightstands. a bottle of vodka rests in the center of your duvet, candlelight glinting off the clear fluid. you could cry. you might, actually. it’s cliche, and sweet, and kyle knows how much you love cliches. he knows how much you hate champagne too, so the vodka is a nice touch.

“kyle.” it escapes your lips in a breathy whimper, a sound you’re quite familiar with at the hands of your boyfriend. he’s practically buzzing behind you, and now in front of you, eyes searching your face and hands searching your shoulders and neck. you tug him in, take his lips in the most passionate kiss you can manage. your fingers are practically clawing as his arms lift you by your thighs, palms taking purchase of your hips, your back falling flat against the soft mattress you’d insisted you needed when you’d moved in. you don’t regret it now, with your legs around kyle’s waist and his lips exploring the span of your neck.

“kyle.” it comes out different now, more choked and desperate. you can feel his arousal against your clothes cunt, the pressure sending goosebumps across your skin. his fingers are there, tugging your pants from your legs, gripping your underwear and pulling so forcefully you’re afraid he might rip them. actually, no, he did. he ripped them. you can’t find it in yourself to be angry, not as the pads of fingers are tracing the folds of your wetness.

“you look so good down there,” he breathes, and you can feel that he means it. the bulge in his pants is present against your inner thigh, pressing into your skin as his fingers press into you. your hand stays stationed in his hair, tugging softly, back arching as he sinks to his knees. it’s a sight you don’t think you could ever be tired of. his curls are just visible over your hips, eyes trained on your face as his tongue tentatively traces the folds he’s buried his fingers in.

he curls them, presses his tongue flat, draws the lewdest sounds from your chest. you feel like you could pass away and be entirely unbothered, as long as you’re passing this way. his tongue massages your clit, his fingers massage the spongy gland buried within you. it’s a sickly sweet ecstasy that brings you closer with every flicker of his tongue and every curl of his fingers.

and even after you’ve came, legs shaking and cries flying from your throat, his long digits never leave the wet cavern of your spasming cunt. his mouth takes yours and you can taste yourself, a distinct flavor switch from the sodas you’d been drinking at the party. it’s hot, and you’re bothered, and you want him more than you’ve ever wanted anything.

“please, kyle,” you huff, rolling your hips against his plaid trousers. he looms over you, trails molten kisses against the soft skin of your throat. “i need you. please.”

his fingers leave you long enough for his hands to tug off his pants, and then his cock is prodding at your entrance. you tilt your head back with a soft sigh, fingers wrapped around his shoulders, abdomen tightening with the sweet anticipation.

“okay?” he asks, and his eyes are so raw and excited that you can’t do much beside nod. a shared moan passes through the space between you as he sinks in, his mouth swallowing every noise you have to give. it’s sweet, it’s passionate, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

his hips snap against yours, jolting your entire body. it’s a repetitive process, his cock sliding in and out with such precision you question his enjoyment. it takes one look at his face to throw it all away. his eyelids are screwed shut, but you can see his eyes darting around beneath them, and his mouth is dropped open in pure ecstasy. you could cum from just the sight.

“you’re so beautiful,” you utter through incessant moans and whines. he finds it within himself to smile down at you, though it turns to the same pleasured expression as your walls tighten around him. his breaths come in grunts and yours come in whines, increasing in volume as a hand drops to massage his thumb into your aching clit.

“cum for me, dove,” he groans out, cock twitching within you. it’s a short moment of heavy breaths and heavier kisses, and his lips swelling against yours, and a coil tightening in your lower stomach. and then it pops, and your legs are shaking, and you can’t hear the sound of your own cries. your fingernails are digging into his shoulders and it seems that is all it takes to shove him over the edge. his cock slides out, then it’s raining warmth over your thighs and stomach.

“you’re so good, so good,” he whispers as he kisses you, a cool wipe swiping over the mess he’d made. it runs over your sensitive cunt, cleaning away your juices, and his fingers rub your hip the entire time. you tug him in for a real kiss, deep and soft and everything you’ve ever wanted.

you’re sitting back against the headboard when he passes you the open bottle of vodka, your clothes abandoned in the hallway and bedroom, your hair equally as messy as his. you take a swig and let the alcohol swell and meld with the love you hold in your chest.

“happy birthday,” kyle mumbled into your hair, and you can’t help the smile curling your lips.

“it was a very happy birthday,” you respond. he chuckles and you burrow further into his side, absorbing every ounce of adoration he’s willing to give you. and it’s sweet, held in his embrace after he’d just given you the most passionate night of your life. it’s so sweet you can’t help the lovesick tears streaming down your cheeks and the silly giggle you let out.

happy birthday indeed.

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader

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hanasnx · 5 months

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your friend stephen glass comes to you and tells you that he saw your bf cheating on you. ofc you're devastated and you kick your bf to the curb. but he wasn't cheating on you - stephen just couldn't take the thought of you being with someone else. it's not hard for him to slide into your ex's place, after all, you need post-breakup comfort

i gatekept this message mei mei. this was all mine. i periodically go back into my inbox to look at it and you sent it back in january. i love it when people make stephen a liar in fanfic just like he is in the movie. he gives a fuck about getting caught and ruining his chances with you, but he cannot fucking stand seeing you with that guy. so he takes matters into his own hands. and when you’re crying on the couch having just broken up with your boyfriend—who’s confused as hell, denying everything—stephen leaves you to answer the door. your boyfriend standing there, ready to invade your apartment until stephen steps in the way. he’s determined to make sure he’s not caught in his lie, and sends your ex away because “she doesn’t wanna see you, man. just walk away.”

you’re actually grateful to him for handling it for you. and he strokes your back while your head is tucked under his cheek, sniffling. you’re so distraught and thankful—much to his delight—that he actually gets his dick wet out of it. he protested at first to be polite, but he let you unbuckle his belt and ride him on that couch. the first taste of new dick you’ve had in years.

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#moot: mei #ch: stephen #stephen glass prompt #stephen glass smut

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lemony-snickers · 1 year

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@sugarkage - ficti-gram for you!

to: @sugarkage from: @gothamkunoichi message: hi sugarkage, thanks for being a good buddy around here! 💙 sending this to cheer you up if you need a small surprise. characters/pairing: kakashi hatake/fem!reader word count: 2,506 prompt: the smell of coffee

Kakashi Hatake had never been as much of a morning person as others might assume. A misunderstanding which could be forgiven since all his adult life, he had been forced by necessity to rise with (and sometimes before) the sun.

Konoha’s Self-Defense Forces did not take kindly to oversleeping. And now, well retired from that life and struggling to find his footing in a new one, Kakashi’s alarm still rang out before five o’clock each morning. And when he inevitably hit the snooze button, he was immediately assaulted by the hot, sticky tongue of his pug Pakkun, who knew damn well the alarm meant it was time for a walk and the walk meant when he got home, he would be fed.

“Fine, fine, I’m up,” Kakashi said, shoving Pakkun’s wet snout from his cheek. The dog huffed a muffled bark against his owner’s palm and then sailed off the bed far more gracefully than should have been possible before Kakashi heard the familiar clicking of his blunted nails against the wood floor, heading in the direction of the front door before Kakashi was even out from beneath the covers.

Kakashi groaned, running his hands over his face before remembering the wet of Pakkun’s nose on his left palm and pulling it away in thinly veiled distaste.

Whoever had told him that a dog would help with his depression was a goddamn liar. Depressed people needed sleep, not early morning walks to pick up piles of shit from the curb.

Still, Kakashi kicked the blankets away and stumbled into the adjoining bathroom so he could wash his hands first and his face second, hoping the act might prepare him, however slightly, for the day ahead. As he patted his damp skin—jawline prickly with stubble, which he would need to shave between Pakkun’s walk and his commute to work—Kakashi’s tired eyes took in his reflection with a flat, detached stare.

His dark eyes stood out like a shock against his pale skin, the blood vessels of the left permanently dilated, giving the white of his eye a sickly pink appearance. The scar which bisected the lids seemed stark and dark in the pre-dawn light, a jagged reminder of why he no longer served in the KSDF.

Before he could tumble any further down the rabbit hole of his past, Pakkun appeared in the doorway to the bathroom clutching his leash between his teeth and growling faintly.

Despite the early hour and the dark memories clouding his thoughts, Kakashi couldn’t help but laugh as the pug stomped his tiny feet impatiently. The effect was less than intimidating, and looked more like a stuttered dance than the act of irritation it was apparently meant to be. Perhaps the dog suggestion hadn’t been such a useless one, after all.

Kakashi neglected to grab a jacket on his way out of the apartment, which he regretted as soon as the sharp sting of cool air met his skin when he stepped through the front door of his building. He was too lazy to go back inside and up three flights to retrieve one, though, afraid if he made it back to the relative safety of his apartment he would never leave again.

And anyway, Pakkun—small as he was—seemed unlikely to allow such a detour without more fight than Kakashi wanted to put up with.

“All right,” he said, shoving his free hand into the pocket of his sweatpants and glancing down at the pug at his feet, tongue lolling happily from one side of his mouth, “Let’s go.”

Konoha was quiet this time of morning, with only a sparse few littering the streets. He nodded and smiled and mumbled a half-hearted, “Good morning,” as familiar faces greeted him when he passed. The man at the bakery, the woman always jogging with wrist weights on, had all become fixtures of Kakashi’s daily routine, even if he still thought they were all insane for willingly rising before the sun.

Pakkun, for his part, enjoyed himself immensely, as he always did, sniffing every tree and hydrant and telephone pole, peeing on those he deemed worthy, and barking quietly at those that didn’t smell the way he wanted them to. Kakashi was content to let the pug explore, turning around in circles as he tried to identify all the various smells attached to any one place or item.

Kakashi thought the life of a dog sounded rather nice, actually. Sleep half the day, have someone else feed you and pick up your shit, smell all the stuff you want. Not bad.

He was trying to hold back a yawn when a new sign caught Kakashi’s eye. It was lit brightly, a happy green neon thing he’d never noticed before. It took a few moments to register that the café—which is what the place was now, or so he assumed based on the name Bean & Button—must be new; the storefront until recently had been papered over from inside. Once a fabric shop, it had been closed for months with no indication of renovations.

Apparently, though, the paper had been hiding a secret all the while and Kakashi frowned, surprised he hadn’t noticed.

When he tugged Pakkun in the direction of the café, the pug bit down on his leash and growled, trying to hold his ground.

“Come on, Pakkun,” Kakashi sighed, “I let you sniff that last tree for ten minutes, the least you can do is let me get a coffee.”

Pakkun relented, but not without a last yip of irritable half-defiance.

When Kakashi pushed the door open, he was greeted by soft overhead lights and the sound of gentle folk music—guitars strumming carefully beneath the sweet voice of a woman recalling some lost love.

He’d never been inside the fabric shop when it was still in business, and Kakashi took in his surroundings with a keen eye for all the details that remained from that recent past—dress dummies in one corner with pins for sale stuck into their burlap bodies, one draped in a t-shirt with the new cafés logo of a coffee bean and a blue button emblazoned on the front. An antique sewing machine stood behind the wooden bar that provided coffee stirrers, lids, sugars, and milks for personalizing your beverage.

“Good morning!”

Kakashi’s eyes flicked from the sewing machine milk bar to the front counter, which had also clearly been at least partially salvaged from the shop’s original purpose—the wood was too old, the upholstered top lush and out of place. A pane of glass had been cut to fit over it so no spilled drinks would stain the fabric beneath.

“Morning,” he said, dragging his gaze from the counter to the woman behind it. She beamed at him far too brightly for such an early hour.

“First time?” she asked kindly. He nodded. “Take your time,” she said, pointing to the large board behind her with a hand drawn menu. His eyes widened a fraction when he realized how many options he had to choose from. Everything from plain drip coffee to a French press brew or pour over to fancy cappuccinos and macchiatos and other drinks he was pretty sure were wholly made up.

One entire section offered smoothies with punny sewing-themed names—Greens Silk, Blind Hemp, Pep-Plum. Kakashi grimaced, most of the jokes rather cringe-worthy. His attention was drawn away a moment later when Pakkun sniffed the base of the counter and barked. Kakashi shushed him, offering the barista a brief apology as he tugged him away. “Sorry, is it okay I brought him in?”

His head swiveled, looking for any indication one way or the other as to the café’s pet policy and finding none.

She smiled again, “Of course!” She reached under the counter and when her hand reappeared it was with a small dog treat in hand. “He probably just sniffed one of these from our last canine customer.” She smirked as Pakkun barked again, short tail waging furiously as he stared at the treat clutched between her fingers. She tossed it over the counter and Pakkun nearly dislocated Kakashi’s shoulder as he barreled toward it, scarfing it from the distressed wooden floor without an ounce of hesitation.

The barista gasped and when Kakashi looked back at her, she was covering her mouth with both hands. “I’m so sorry! I should have asked you first!” she said. Or, at least, he thought that’s what she said. It was rather difficult to hear her voice while it was caged by both palms.

Kakashi chuckled, offering her a small smile. “It’s quite all right. If anything, you’ve saved me the trouble of having to try to explain we’re out of tr—” he stopped short when Pakkun’s ears lifted at the start of the word and corrected course, “t-r-e-a-t-s,” he spelled, “once we get home.”

That seemed to reassure her, and her hands fell back to the countertop, head falling forward in relief as she sighed. “Thank goodness.”

Kakashi stepped up to the counter and she met his gaze with a relieved smile. “Figured out what you want?”

He smiled ruefully. “I’m afraid I’m a little boring,” he said, “One large black coffee, please.”

Despite the lack of flair to his order, the barista brightened immediately, “Coming right up!”

Kakashi waited while she poured his coffee into a paper to-go cup, pulling his wallet from the pocket of his sweatpants—grateful he’d remembered to bring it this morning, since it tended to be a fifty-fifty chance on any given day he would.

“Here you are!” she said, sliding the cup across the glass. “If you need any sugar or milk, they’re over on the counter there,” she pointed toward the old sewing machine.

“Thanks,” Kakashi said, though he knew he wouldn’t need either.

She rang him up and he paid, and they exchanged pleasantries as he turned to leave, forgoing a lid as he and Pakkun stepped back out onto the street. The smell of the coffee wafted up to his nose as he was met with the bracing cold once more, and Kakashi let his eyes slide closed as he savored the scent, grateful for the warmth of the cup in his hand.

He blew across the surface before he brought the paper rim to his mouth and took his first sip, humming in satisfaction as it tricked down his throat, carving a path of warmth through his entire body as he swallowed.

Kakashi might have stayed there the rest of the day, standing on the sidewalk outside of Bean & Button savoring his beverage, had Pakkun not rudely headbutted his calf.

“Fine, fine,” he said, “let’s go home and get you fed.”

The café became a fixture of their morning walks after that. The following day, Pakkun dragged Kakashi rather unceremoniously toward the front door and raced to the front counter where he barked, looking expectantly up at the same barista, who laughed and tossed him a treat.

“They never forget, do they?” she asked.

Kakashi shook his head. “They certainly don’t.”

“Same thing today, or are you feeling adventurous?”

Kakashi nearly blushed at the teasing lilt of her voice, but managed to hide his somewhat embarrassed smile behind a cough. He glanced up at the menu, vision nearly blurring as he was assaulted with the too-large selection of options, before he answered, “Same, please. Thanks.”

And so it went every morning. Alarm, walk, treat, coffee; alarm, walk, treat, coffee.

Kakashi always took too long to stare at the intimidating menu, always ordered the same plain black coffee. Pakkun always barked for a treat, always immediately tried to tug Kakashi back outside as soon as he licked the final crumbs of it from the floor.

Slowly, over the course of several weeks and then months, Kakashi realized he no longer hit the snooze button first thing. Sometimes, in fact, he actually woke before his alarm, a thing which had only happened before when he had a particularly vicious nightmare or when Pakkun was in distress of some kind.

In fact, Kakashi found his steps felt lighter in the morning, his smile more genuine when he greeted those he passed.

It was not until one particularly cold morning in early February—after he had wrestled Pakkun very unwillingly into a sweater and matching mittens on his paws as a ward against the faint dusting of snow outside—that Kakashi finally understood the change.

Because as he stepped through the door of Bean & Button, he looked up to find the woman behind the counter already smiling as she set a steaming cup before her. He approached the counter with a small, curious smile on his mouth and peered into the cup as she tossed Pakkun’s treat over the counter.

“What’s this?” he asked, glancing up to meet her sparkling eyes.

“One large black coffee to go,” she said, lips pulled into an equally amused grin. “Figured I’d save you the trouble of pretending to peruse the menu today.”

He ducked his head, nearly blushing. “Am I really so predictable?”

“Maybe,” she said, “or maybe I just pay very close attention.”

Kakashi hummed, paying for his drink. When she took the money from him, their fingers touched and Kakashi felt the faintest zap of electricity, as if he’d walked over a carpeted floor in warm, woolly socks before reaching for a doorknob. And just like that, the new and unexpected ease of his mornings made sense.

The barista giggled as she handed Kakashi his change. “Pakkun is looking particularly adorable today.”

Pakkun very clearly disagreed, giving a grumbly huff in reply.

“I don’t think he’s a fan of his winter outfit,” Kakashi said, sneaking a sip of his coffee. As if to punctuate the assertion, the pug gave another huff and shook his body, ears flapping loudly.

Kakashi’s own ears felt suddenly and utterly attuned to the sound of her laughter—the way it rang in his head, filled his chest with such warmth even the steaming cup of coffee in his hands was no match. He wanted to linger, wanted to try out this new feeling, see how it settled in his chest, over his shoulders.

He turned to look at her, the way she tucked her mouth behind her hand, and realize it was not the coffee that had made it easier to get out of bed since Bean & Button opened, but the person who made it.

Kakashi waved goodbye and he and Pakkun headed back to their apartment so the pug could shed his abominable winter clothes and his human could get ready for work. All the while, Kakashi smiled to himself, looking forward to another coffee tomorrow. To the bright spot in his terrible, too-early routine.

Maybe tomorrow would be the day he finally tried something other than a plain black coffee. Maybe one day, eventually, he’d invite the pretty woman out from behind the counter to enjoy a coffee with him.

#kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi hatake #fem!reader #modern au #coffeeshop au #lemony ficti-grams #lemony scribbles #this is a queued post

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nisaconite · 11 months

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zionism wants us to look away.

so it turns off the lights, the power, the signal, and commits its crimes in the dark, where we cannot see. zionism thinks that if it murders children in their beds at night, while the world is asleep, no one will notice. zionism thinks that people will not light torches and flashlights and matches until palestine is lit in red flames, flickering glow illuminating bombed hospitals and the bodies of the people that once sought refuge inside of it. zionism thinks that we will put our pillows over our heads and drown out the sound of their screams.

but what lurks in the dark only scares us more, because we know despite not seeing. so we take to the streets in frantic rage — filling our vision with red for their blood and green for their land and black and white for their freedom — and wait until it sees us. we are not blind, nor will we close our eyes.

zionism wants us to forget.

so it tells us stories of its history and its pain and its justifications, drowning out the thousands of children sobbing over the bodies of their parents, ripped apart by illegal weapons and laughing soldiers. it holds its press conferences and talks about antisemitism and nazism, unaware that it only echoes the atrocities it speaks of, committed by villains just like its people. it lies and it lies and it lies and it tells us we are liars, so that perhaps the truth will one day slip our minds.

but we are louder, eternally so, and we will be heard forever. human rights are not a piece of clothing, to be called a trend, to outgrow and then throw out to be recycled into something else, diluted and watered-down. our so-called phase will live on in the history books as the toppling of tyrants, and only then will it stop.

zionism wants us not to care.

so it makes its excuses, and suddenly an entire ethnicity are animals so undeserving of water and electricity and life. they are mongrels, zionism says, to be kicked to the curb and beaten. they are dogs, who have no need for home or a place to live. fathers are terrorists working to do everything they can to protect those they love as bombs rain down on them. mothers are extremists that yell and curse and beg for their family to be spared. children are agents of war throwing rocks at tanks. there are soldiers hiding out in those schools, and that is why they must be blown to bits.

(animals are treated better.)

but how? what did that unborn baby do to them? was it, too, planning evil savagery from the womb? we demand answers to impossible questions. we will continue to do so until zionism starts making sense, because we are only being fed too many equations that don’t add up. missiles fired at innocent families do not equate war, or anything but genocide.

(zionism says that those who stand against it are terrorists. we laugh. there must be a hell of a lot of terrorists in the world, because we flood the news with our flags.)

zionism wants us to give up.

it is hoping for the impossible. there is no defeat for a people that know that death is not the end. palestine will never die.

and halfway across the globe — resistance is in every skip of our heartbeats when we watch the news with horror. resistance is in every roar of outrage that shakes downtown during a protest. resistance is in every time we drape a flag over our shoulders to leave the house.

resistance, for me, is paint on my cheeks and dark liner i call my ‘protest makeup’. an enamel pin i wear to school, and the glare i give people who look at me funny for it. my posts. hijab. a hoodie with ‘palestine’ in arabic lettering stitched across the front.

alone, it’s nothing. but in the thrumming mass of angry protestors, waving a flag off the top of construction scaffolding, it’s everything. i promise. as long as we keep yelling, zionism hears us. it sees us. it will not forget us, and it will give up.

and then palestine will finally be free.

#palestine #free palestine #free gaza #gaza #protest #boycott israel #resistance #my writing

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witchersmistress · 1 year

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Hot Rage

Hello my darlings!! well here is the part that some of you have been waiting for... i'll be honest here, i felt like i could do better with it but i didnt want it to feel cheap and half done

Trigger Warnings: Anger, Some bodily damage, August just being a Dick

Word count: 4K

August POV

I open Baron’s door and pull up short. Lo is sprawled on her back across the California king, her arms wide and her blonde hair fanned out around her while her legs stretch up the upholstered headboard. Her skirt pools around her hips, exposing long, tan legs. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask. She sits up, throwing her hair back like a fucking stripper and curling her legs on the bed beside her. “Oh, hey, August,” she says, like she didn’t sell me out to a snake.

“Why are you in my brother’s room?” I ask again, my voice hard. “Unlike you, your brothers didn’t kick me to the curb” she says. “So, I’m hanging out. What does it look like?” “Do you really want me to answer that question?” She runs her fingers through her blonde strands, bleached from a summer on the beach, and straightens her spine. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m still in college,” she says. “While you and Dawson go traipsing off to the real world, I’m stuck here for another year before Yale notices me.” “And letting two guys take turns with you all year is going to get you noticed? I’m not sure you understand how college admission works.” “Fuck you, August. Just because Harper ran off when you dumped her, that doesn’t give you a license to make everyone else as miserable as you.” “You sure about that?” I mutter, unable to hold onto my anger when she’s looking at me with such unflinching, raw hurt in her eyes. Baron emerges from the bathroom and nods at me before dropping into his recliner. “What’s up?” “Get her out of here,” I say.

It’s easier to be a dick through him. “She’s not welcome here anymore.” Baron raises a brow and reaches for his cup of suckers. “What did I ever do to you?” Lo demands. I could tell her, but I don’t want to do it in front of Baron, so I don’t bother. “Go home,” I say. “I need to talk to Baron.” “Nobody told me there was a party going on,” Duke says, stopping in the doorway. “Where’s the beer?” He swings open the glass door of Baron’s minifridge and pulls out a handful of bottles. “That’s why I’m here,” Lo says, shaking her hair into place and reaching for a beer. “Your parents are so much cooler than mine.” “Forget it,” I snap, smacking Duke’s hand away when he holds out a beer. “Hold up,” Baron says. “What do you need?” “To know when a video was shot. I’ll come back when you’re done running a train on Lo.” “Ooh, is this about Harper’s porn site?” Lo asks, swinging her legs off the side of the bed. I glare at her. This is what I get for letting her in, for letting myself use her to fill a hole another girl left in my life.

She’s wormed her way into everything, and I can’t extricate her from the hundred little places she’s cemented herself. Insults don’t work with her. She’s oblivious or unperturbed by words. “What?” Duke howls. “Harper has a porn site?” “I just need to know when it was filmed,” I say, glowering at Baron. “The rest of you can leave.” “Fuck that,” Duke says. “I want to see Harper doing porn!” “Come on,” Gloria says, taking his arm. “I have the link. I can show you.” “Show him that shit and see what happens,” I growl. Lo raises a brow and takes a sip of her beer. “So, I can stay?” I glare back at her. Why am I protecting Harper?

She either filmed that before we met, and she’s a fucking liar, or when we were together, and she’s a liar and a cheater. Or, she filmed it recently, and she’s not sitting around thinking about protecting me, that’s for damn sure. “Whatever,” I grit out. “Stay, you fucking dyke.” Gloria smirks at me and leans into Duke, who puts an arm around her. “We just want to help,” he says, giving me a sloppy grin. “Right, Lo?” “Exactly,” she says like some smug bitch who just bested me. At least this way I can control what she sees. I know she can’t afford to watch even a minute of the video on her own, but she’s not above using Duke to get what she wants. I pull it up on Baron’s computer while he slides to his second monitor to watch. “Apple cream pie?” Gloria says, crossing her arms and looking over my shoulder. “Clever.” “Damn,” Duke says, giving a low whistle. “A grand a minute? She sure thinks highly of that worn out pussy.” “Shut up,” I snap, turning to Baron. “Can you tell when it was shot?” “If she’s getting that for the video, you think she’s getting more for the sex?” Lo asks. “Dude, that’s not how porn works,” Duke says. “That’s how it’s legal. You don’t get paid for sex. You get paid for the performance.” Baron shakes his head and pulls his sucker out of his mouth to talk. “You can’t access this. It was a live feed streamed to your messages. All these were. Once the show’s over, it’s over. He may have recorded them while he was fucking her, but you only got the live stream.” “I can’t believe she sent you those,” Gloria says. “That’s fucking cold. What did you do to the poor girl?” That’s a question I will never answer. I always meant to wreck her, just like we did Mabel.

But if I found out Mabel was doing porn, I’d shake my head and maybe laugh, thinking we really ruined her for other guys. Harper isn’t Mabel, though. “It could be someone else,” Duke says, but there’s no conviction in his voice. We all know it’s her. Even if someone got the exact same tattoos as Harper, she wouldn’t have a body like that. “Yeah,” Lo says. “That’s not her OnlyWords handle. Maybe someone else sent it. Which of your enemies would send you something like that to fuck with you? Colt?” That’s not a question we’re going to answer when she’s in the room. Baron scrolls up through a dozen thumbnails she sent me this summer, none of which I watched. “Here’s a recorded clip.” He pays up, pops the sucker in his mouth, and starts the video. He goes to work, doing his magic to dissect whatever coding is behind the video, not even watching the screen. I can’t watch, either. When I see the dick come out of the guy’s pants, I think I’m going to fucking lose my sanity. “Turn it off,” I snapped.

The minute runs out before there’s a dick in her, but it’s no better. I already saw five minutes that I can never forget. I can feel myself slipping away, under the surface where it’s calm. Baron watches me for a second, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll lose it like I did when I saw that sadistic fuck Colin coming out of our house. But I’m in control, just like he is. Duke’s too busy feeling up Gloria and dumping beer down his throat to think right now, but Baron’s sharp. He knows what this means. “What can you tell?” “It was filmed this summer,” he says quietly. For a minute, none of us speak. Even Duke’s finally gotten serious, his face sober as his gazes meet ours. She’s alive. I don’t know what I expected, something welling up inside, rage or relief, but nothing comes. I knew she was alive. Some part of me always knew. I didn’t go wander the swamp thinking I’d find her bones. I didn’t sit under the tree where we left her to mourn her each evening. Maybe some fucked up part of me was waiting for her to return, to tell me I had it all wrong or at least explain herself. It wasn’t something rational. Of course she’s not going to go back to the place we tried to kill her. She’s not me. But some unconscious part of my mind must have been waiting for that. An explanation as to how she could do that. How she could have fooled me so hard. Something to convince me she wasn’t like all the other Darlings. But she is. She played me, she took her punishment, and she moved on with some other guy. And now, she’s trying to destroy me for what I did to her. She knows me so well that she knows even after what I did, I can’t let her go. She knows she still has claws in me, and she’s going to make me pay until she drives me over the edge.

I tried to kill her, but she’s the one who will succeed. She’ll keep going until I’m dead. Then she’ll be satisfied. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think she filmed that,” Gloria says, looking at me with something way too fucking close to pity. “That’s obvious. The guy is holding the phone,” Duke says, gesturing to the thumbnail left once Baron rejects the prompt to put in another thousand to keep watching. “I meant, that’s a dude’s homemade porn,” Lo says. “Not a girl’s.” I narrow my eyes at her. “What, you make porn now? Since when are you the expert?” “No,” she says slowly. “Stop being a dick and I might tell you.” I cross my arms and glare down at her. “Explain.” “I’m just saying, a dude’s going to get all up close and personal with the act of penetration. Like that.” She gestures to the screen. “If it was Harper trying to make you eat your heart out, she’d give you something less crude than a closeup shot of her lady business. She’d give you her face, some inviting smiles or come-hither looks. She’d drive you crazy, make you wonder if she’d go through with it before she got to the killing blow. She’d want you to see her face when he put it in.” “Dude, you’re evil,” Duke says, pushing her away. Gloria grins like he just gave her the highest compliment and takes a swig of beer. “There’s plenty of tease in the live video,” I say. “He’s rubbing his dick all over her. And she’d never show her face. She’s more obsessed with college than you are.” “I stand by my reasoning,” she says. “Even if she wasn’t showing her face, she’d still tease. She’d undress for the camera, touch herself, let you see her climbing on the dude. This is just fucking.” “That’s the good stuff,” Duke points out. “See?” Gloria gestures to him, widening her eyes at me. “I rest my case.” “Or maybe she’s not making porn for you, Lo,” Baron argues. “Maybe she’s a pro and knows what guys like.” “Hm, I doubt it,” Gloria says. “I mean, I suppose it’s possible. But I’m willing to bet a guy is behind that screen name.” “You need to leave,” I say. She’s probably right, but I need to talk to my brothers now, figure out a game plan. I know what they’ll say already, though. The problem was taken care of. She didn’t die, but she kept her mouth shut. It doesn’t matter where she is or what happened to her as long as she didn’t go to the cops or make trouble for our family. It’s fine. She disappeared just like Mabel. She’s gone. That’s what we wanted, after all. “Walk me home,” Lo says. “And I’ll go quietly.” I grit my teeth, but she just sips her beer and waits. I yank the bottle out of her hand and shove it at Duke. “Let’s go.” I grab her by the back of the neck and haul her out of there. I’d let her walk her ass home on her own if I trusted her not to lurk and snoop.

She’s worse than Harper when she gets something in her head. When we step out into the baking August heat, I give her a little shove toward her house. “This is the last time I’m walking you home,” I snap. “Fine,” she says. “I knew it would be.” For a minute, we stalk along beside each other, neither of us speaking. “You told her, didn’t you?” I ask at last. “Told who what?” “Don’t fucking bullshit me, Lo,” I say. “She knew, and there’s only one person who could have told her.” Gloria’s eyes widen, and she visibly gulps. “I…” “Don’t,” I snap. “I don’t want any excuse. I just want to hear you say it.” “I’m sorry,” she blurts. We stop at the end of her driveway. She stares up at me with her big blue eyes shiny with crocodile tears. Fuck her. She doesn’t get to cry about fucking betraying me, trying to make me feel bad. I have to ball my hands into fists so I don’t reach out and choke the shit out of her. “Say it.” “I didn’t mean to,” she wails, a tear spilling down her cheek. I hold up a hand. “I don’t want to hear a single word out of your mouth except a confession,” I say. “So until you have that, don’t speak to me. Don’t text or call. And don’t let me see you in my fucking house.

My brothers are too good for your conniving, low-class, fake-ass family.” I hit her where it hurts—her family’s financial situation. She’s not the only one who knows secrets. I know they’re all on scholarship because they can’t afford Georgia State. Hell, Dad sponsored their scholarships last year. I know that everything about them is as fake as the manicured lawn and custom landscaping outside the house they inherited from an uncle because they were destitute. Gloria swallows and wipes her tears away, squaring her shoulders and facing me like the tough chick she is and not the sniveling little bitch she plays to get sympathy. “I told her,” she says. Her voice is weak, barely above a whisper. But I respect her for having the decency to say it to my face. “I know,” I say. “And now you can be dead to me, too.” turning on my heels, leaving her standing at the bottom of her driveway, strolling back to ours, the sun beating on the pavement.

The phone in my breast pocket starts to vibrate. Pulling it out and answering "Walker '' I snap at the person on the other end " Hello.. Mr. Walker.. it's Ann, the property manager over at 217 Lancaster Drive” Shit right, I'd forgotten about her house i haven't been there in weeks. “ Yes, apologies, what can I do for you Ann?” i heard shuffling on the other end of the line “ I need to make an alteration to the grocery order, most of the produce and meats have gone bad” not really caring at this point “Yes of course do what you need to do, i'll be by in a little while”

More shuffling over the phone, “Good sir, very good, it'll do the young lady here some good to have some company” I stopped in my tracks “What young lady Ann?” but she had already hung up the phone. Racing back to my driveway, I hop in my Range Rover and take off like a bat out of hell to find out who in the hell she was talking about.

Harper’s POV

I looked back over my shoulder at the prestigious façade of the CIA one last time before climbing into Mr. D’s truck. It feels surreal in a different way from when I’d walk in August’s world. Now, it just seems unreal altogether, like coming back for a ten-year reunion, a different girl in a different decade than the one I was when I went here. No one else has been here since the evacuation. I just had to talk to the admin, who are here getting ready for everyone to return. Even though most of the surrounding buildings have been cleared to go back to work, our building doesn't return until the first of September, so there was no chance of running into anyone I know. I pull up onto the side of the road in front of my house, since Ann’s car is in the driveway. She’s halfway out the front door, struggling to haul a mountain of grocery bags inside with both hands.

I hop down and go to help her drag the haul inside. “What’s the occasion?” I ask. “Are you having a party?” She stands up and flicks her hair out of her eyes, leaning a palm on the edge of the counter and surveying me. “I didn’t buy all this,” she says. “ My employer had it delivered” She laughs as I shrug and start putting away groceries. If Mr. D wants to feed me even though I didn’t return his truck, I’m not about to complain. The bags are full of stuff I’d never buy—instead of discount hamburger, there’s steak; instead of instant rice, it’s quinoa; instead of canned green beans there are bags of fresh vegetables I never ate before living with Mr. D and sure as fuck don’t know how to cook. What do people even do with artichokes? When I’m done putting stuff up, I head back out to grab the packet of stuff the admin gave me to look over and fill out. I’m not motivated the way I used to be, when I wanted to leave Georgia, but it’s as if I’m coming out of shock. My brain is still moving slow, processing things in a disjointed way. Which explains why I’m three steps out the front door before I see what’s waiting for me. My heart stops in my chest.

August Walker is standing by the Escalade.

My brain balks for a second, as if it can’t comprehend this vision out of my worst nightmare and fit it into reality. Instinct tells me to turn and run back into my house, to slam and lock the door, to crawl back into the bed that I never should have left. He’s here. Everything I did was for nothing. Mr. D was never going to risk showing his face to the world to expose the Walkers. He just sat there in his apartment with me all summer, doing nothing. I should have known August was untouchable. I should have known the Darlings had already lost. I should have known I was the only loser left in the game. But here’s the thing about someone taking everything you own—your body, your soul—and destroying even the darkest, most hidden parts of it. There’s nothing left for them to break. So I don’t run back in the house. Because fuck August Walker. Fuck them all. I’ll drive over him if he tries to stop me. I march straight up to the truck, the muddy splatters on the sides somehow endearing instead of sloppy.

August just stands there watching me approach, his expression almost wary, like I’m some demon risen from the dead after he watched the life drain out of me with his own eyes.

I suppose I am. “What’s the matter, never seen a girl in a truck before?” I ask as I unlock the door with the fob. “Or do you think I’m a ghost?” “Why the fuck are you in that truck?” he asks. “Maybe it’s mine,” I say. “A whore needs her wheels.” “That’s not your truck,” he says, glaring at me from hollowed out eyes with shadows under them, like he hasn’t slept in days. “What, you know every vehicle in Georgia?” “I know every Darling’s vehicle,” he counters. “And why are you dressed like… That?” His gaze travels down my body, and I have to fight the urge to cover myself, though there’s nothing sexual in his look. It’s an examination, as detached as Baron’s assessing gaze. I was just going to get something from the back seat, but I know I won’t be able to walk back inside and act normal. Not when he’s here, when he can find me so easily, come back for me. I might act tough, but inside… The screams I can’t force out in my nightmares are playing on repeat, the time loop I never visit spinning at breakneck speed. I need to feel bigger, more in control, to have something solid to hold onto.

I climb up into the high seat, so I’m taller and surrounded by steel, and I turn to face him. “What’s this about, August? You’re afraid that since I lived after you tried to kill me, again, that there’s a witness to what you did? Don’t worry, even if I went to the cops, I’m sure your brothers and the rest of Georgia States’s football team would back them up and say they didn’t rape me that night.” “What are you talking about?” August demands, stepping toward the open door of the truck. My entire being recoils, and my heart beats once, so hard I have to press my fist to my chest to keep from crying out. He stops, watching me with that dark, brooding gaze. I force myself to speak like I’m not smothering on the air itself. “Even if I filed a report, and could afford a lawyer, who do you think a jury would believe?” I ask quietly. “One whore from the bad side of town, or the entire football team full of golden boys from Georgia State?” His jaw clenches, and he rests a hand on the open door. It’s not a threatening pose, but all I can think is that I can’t close the door now. I’m trapped.

My body is screaming at me to scramble across the seat, jump out the far door, and run until my heart explodes. But I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear. “It wasn’t the whole football team,” he says, his voice low, a stitch between his brows like he’s genuinely confused. “You know that. You rode in the car with us. It was just the twins.” “Until you left,” I whisper, wishing I’d never engaged, that I’d turn and run the other way when I saw him waiting at the truck. We stare at each other for a long moment, and the rest of the world seems to fall away—the buzz of crickets, the stifling afternoon heat, the smell of exhaust and baked asphalt. “Harper…” August says at last. His eyes, his voice, are so full of the pain that always got to me. I thought it made us kindred spirits, that we were both battling some inner darkness. Now I know the truth. Nothing can help him. His evil knows no bounds. I’m not the demon. He’s the demon, the one who possessed me and stole my soul, leaving nothing behind. I’m the empty shell of a girl, all that’s left after the demon gets what it wants and moves on to the next victim. “No,” I hissed, turning to kick his arm off the door.

I put all the force I can behind it, and he actually winces, rubbing his arm as I reach for the door handle. “Don’t you dare apologize. You’re a sick, broken man, and now I’m broken, too. I will never recover from what you did to me. You don’t get to make yourself feel better about it now.” I slam the door in his face and fumble the keys into the ignition, my heart racing and my hands shaking so hard it takes three tries to get the truck started. I don’t look to see if he’s clear of the vehicle. I slam on the gas, and it lurches forward, powerful and dangerous. It’s not enough, though. I’m like August in his big, bulked up body with his little shattered soul hiding inside. I still feel small and helpless inside the huge monster. I’ll never feel safe again. When I get to Mr. D’s, I sit in the garage and punch the steering wheel until my knuckles bleed, and for the first time since it happened, I let myself cry.

#henry cavill #henry cavill characters #august walker fanfic #henry cavill x you #henrycavill smut #henry cavill thirst #august walker fanfiction #august walker imagines #henry cavill imagine #august walker

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theomnicode · 2 years

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Old but good; analyzing Genos in the aftermath

I can't get over the fact that Genos actually went out his way to titivate himself up for Saitama for their spar.

I would call it seduction tactics when he's trying so hard to dress up nicely in collared shirt that shows his black and sleek looking arms, his nice neck and is thin enough to glow through. All tricks on table when it comes to getting into sensei's favour. Anything that works, like being catty or dressing up well or showing his power. Then later discarding said tactic when it didn't actually work out for him.

Hilariously enough, the one thing that actually impresses Saitama enough to comment about is his noodle eating ability, which only leaves him confused as to why it would be impressive enough to be called awesome over. Not his battle prowess like his impressive showcase of power and maneuverability and neither how handsome he looks, though I'm fairly sure Saitama did take note of that (who wouldn't?).

Afterwards Genos looks visibly stumped over how to even get into Saitama's favour and you can see it from his expression even. Either the poor guy doesn't know what to do because Saitama is hard to read or he's visibly disappointed in himself at how poorly this "get into sensei's good graces asap" is going, not knowing he's already well on his way to do that. Meanwhile Saitama is dying from noodle overdose while Genos ruminates on different tactics.

Either Genos is a poor liar because it's no longer lunch time and he doesn't need to digest food either, or he made up a poor see-through lie on the spot just to gauge Amai-mask and his reaction, who just kind of helpfully came along so Genos could further showcase his ability to Saitama by kicking this A-rank guy in the curb fast.

What I also cannot get over is how the leaflet for this particular noodle restaurant just happened to appear magically in Saitama's room, then Saitama went and tested them out, thought they were tasty and brought his disciple there to eat with him despite not having money and it just so happened to be a spicy noodle contest day so they got theirs for free.

You know the guy is satisfied with the outcome when he comes back with a smile plastered all over his face or he's just smirking about something.

He has to be satisfied with how he handled Amai-mask and possibly made it seem like he kicked his ass seven ways to sunday and very swiftly. If disappointed that he didn't actually get to fight the A-ranked hero in the back alley, he doesn't let it show probably because he wanted Saitama to think that he's strong enough to handle A-ranker and he seems pleased with himself how he actually handled the Amai-mask situation in general.

It is harder to fathom why he chose on that bridge that he would choose to go and live with Saitama, after mulling over Amai's words of being expected great things. Maybe he really did think that in order to get the secret out of his sensei, he would have to be as humanly close to him as possible. And in order to get strong enough, he would really have to take that leap and just go live with Saitama so he could study his day-to-day life as close as possible, in case he missed something.

When he comes back, he's prepped himself as well as he possibly can and even slaps down so much money that there's no way a sane person could refuse insane amount of "rent" money like that.

Let's not pretend Genos would think Saitama's apartment rent costs that much, he says nothing to Fubuki about Saitama squatting later on in the manga, which means he knows about it and Z-city ghost town portion is basically empty of citizens anyway. Genos just planning out that he's gonna have to pull out all stops again in case Saitama refuses.

I love that the only thing Saitama asks Genos to have is his own toothbrush because he's learned the hard way about tooth decay, so it would be important enough to remind the younger guy to have important utilities like that at the ready. With that much money on the table, least the guy won't ever go hungry or any other needs like clothing or utilities even if Saitama was unable to suddenly provide a place for him.

It is funny though that at first, Genos surprised Saitama who was eating ice cream in nothing but his pyjama bottoms but only a mere 5 days later Saitama is completely comfortable with Genos presence to lounge around in nothing but pyjama bottoms. Maybe because Genos has already seen him naked, so there's little to hide and Saitama is just not very body-conscious besides his bald head. Saitama is happy to roam around in nothing besides body paint haha.

Somehow, not conciously at ease but still at ease in this kind of conflicting way that he's not consciously very keen on having Genos around yet and doing things like writing, after taking his disciple to a bathhouse and giving him spare keys, he's physically comfortable to just lounge around.

#opm #one punch man #genos #saitama #character analysis #opm meta #tactics #saigenos #genosai #Old but good

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crimsonblackrose · 2 months

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Lia is reading Beowulf

Anthony recommends Animal Farm instead.

Mr. Landry lived next to their elementary school and had chicken coops. They've been in school together since elementary school.

Lia: I miss being friends. Anthony's brain breaking for a moment.

Lia calls Kenny: Strawberry ghost.

Anthony's friend does Tommy's line about how everyone is doing something new.

This actor does a great job of making me hate his character Zack:

All he does is egg Anthony on and put peer pressure on him. Apparently Kenny got like 20 points during gym

Anthony stealing Kenny's clothes is messed up.

Miguel has been stretching since 6 am. 🤣 Tournament's a month away.

Mr. even while drunk never loses his keys somehow misplaces his hachimaki at Carmen's? not buying it.

Don't go where he can't follow. Ooh I forgot he drops a little context. "You know how they make that loaded potato soup."

I think the "i found something in your room I need you to explain" is 1. another invasion of privacy. 2. Anthony why wouldn't you hide a cobra kai hoodie, knowing that they broke into your home and are terrorizing your sister? 3. Why did you even take it home? and 4. I think sadly, the most we've seen Daniel say to Anthony since he was littler and just sort of ignored Daniel or tried to order out his needs.

Anthony you little liar. Well...actually I guess from Anthony's perspective Kenny is giving him a hard time. But it's not on purpose and the way you've been responding to losing at basketball or not having all of Lia's attention is not cool. And you curbing to peer pressure is on you. I'm sorry that your friends suck, but Anthony you managed to go this long making them think you knew karate and couldn't use it because it was a lethal weapon kinda means you should be able to worm your way out of all of this. Kenny's in Cobra Kai because of you.

Messing around and name calling is what your 'friends' are doing to you, not what Kenny is doing to you.

Daniel: Go upstairs, get changed. Anthony: For what? Daniel: Just go upstairs and get changed.

Anthony should've come down in a suit. Because Daniel should've specified working out or something.

Robby listening to Kenny and then figuring out the best way to help him/steer him. "I got kicked out of school and went to juvie, you gotta be smarter than me and your brother" is a very good choice.

I totally see Piper in the background and her friends.

Silver: we all have weaknesses. Tory: Kreese doesn't. Silver: of course he does. Kreese: The hell i do, don't tell them I have any weakness.

each pick a fighter 6 pack of brews to the winner.

Johnny struggling from 'we're hooking up, to not hooking up to sex talk intro....

Johnny nervously just listing off chain restaurants.

Miguel's surprised but not surprised and also judging his mom just a smidge:

Listen sometimes Johnny's got a whole lot of decent balanced stuff in his fridge. It depends on how much self-hatred he's stewing in. When he digs himself out of it he tends to clean up and also his eating habits change.

Miyagi-do does not have wifi

Remember...when Amanda's clue that Kreese was dangerous was that he had weapons on his wall? These weapons? Weapons Daniel also had? And that the kids are now training because the All-Valley included skills competition?

Anthony says the cars, Daniel forgot to put the covers on them, look like a jackson pollock painting (they're covered in bird poop)

I can't believe Daniel's leaving to go to the dealership. Like on the one hand proud of him for finding the balance to do both. Both on the other hand, he's literally leaving a whole bunch of teenagers alone to practice with weapons. Unsupervised by an adult. Daniel, wtf?

Piper flirting with Tory after their sparring. 🤣 Good for her for shooting her shot.

Johnny heard that Silver was giving out dojo merch and sent Devon a eagle fang shirt before her first class.

Random new eagle fang students, we haven't had that in a while. I guess Johnny did manage to scrounge up some new recruits. I do think he should've still taken Moon on she could've done kata for him.

Devon brings up Bloodsport. Johnny is delighted.

omg

Johnny sent her prep work and it was movies and she went above his list:

Devon is a fan of Cynthia Rothrock.

Mitch saw Last Dragon, Johnny is not impressed. 😅 Sorry Mitch.

Devon also drops: best of the best.

Poor Miguel getting side lined again.

Johnny has tied the kids arms to their sides, in case cobra kai pops their shoulder out and they have to fight one handed.

I would like to point out he's talking about cheating and playing dirty and he got this idea because Daniel immobilized his arm with his secret pressure points.

Like I get that Daniel thinks his way is the best way to prep against Silver, but if they'd talked and Daniel had told him of all the Silver moves he knew, Johnny would've built lessons about ways to defend against it. Because he's literally trying to ensure they stay in the game and don't panic if they get injured like he did. Which he's been doing since the beginning by showing pretty much all his students at some point how to get out of a choke-hold.

It also sucks though, now that Johnny has one from Kreese and one from Daniel on that list because Daniel went too far and used the pressure points against him. It's a good lesson but it shouldn't have been inspired the way it was.

Johnny's used literally everything he can think of, ducttape on Mitch, rope on another kid, what looks like bungy cord on another. I dunno I feel like prepping them against cheating is so smart. I think he seran wrapped Bert. 🤣

I would say Johnny being careful with Miguel is probably related to Miguel's injury, but that hair ruffle in front of the class is totally because Johnny's told Miguel he's dating his mom.

One of the kids throws sand in Mitch's eyes. Which ow, and also dangerous. Johnny that could've been accomplished with a blindfold. But use the other senses because you've been blinded, without meaning too defends against one of SIlver's moves, to blind your opponent. For that one Miguel just held a box of sand.

Oh, I don't think having Devon kick all the guys in the balls is the way to go there Johnny. Even if Daniel used a ball-shot move he learned from Mr. Miyagi in TKK2. Miguel you gotta admit, not being in this one is probably for the best.

Johnny should've ensured they were all wearing protective gear first. Which is not...very him. (I'm going to blame netflix here) because while he put the kids in danger and it didn't always seem safe i.e. the junkyard with the dogs. He still ensured they had protective gear when doing stuff like breaking glass.

Like everyone giggling about Silver picking Kenny might make sense, but Silver totally scammed Kreese with his whole double or nothing. He literally knows that Robby's weakness would be his little buddy he's taken under his wing. Which is the whole point of the lesson.

And he proves it when Robby goes woah woah woah are you okay and Kreese has to call pause.

I do like that despite winning Kenny and Robby still do a little fist bump after their fight, like no hard feelings there despite Kenny tricking Robby by feigning injury.

all the ice, at least Johnny got ice for them all.

I dunno Johnny you shouldn't put all the kids but Miguel through the ringer and then say 'champ we've got family dinner'. It's uncool and you should know that it could cause division or seem like you're playing favorites.

Also Johnny just leaves Miguel. Are you seriously leaving Miguel who as far as we know doesn't have his own car or license yet, at an abandoned factory?

The taskrabbit Anthony called is named Artie, whose cat needs hernia surgery so this is his side hustle, and Daniel has tons of Glacier freeze gatorade but no lemon lime.

Daniel I'm surprised you let your credit card or any financial info anywhere near something Anthony has access to after he tried to alexa order something and you struggled to cancel it.

Anthony's response to this is that he knows, which makes me wonder if Daniel and Amanda pay so little attention to him that he feels like he does most things on his own and thus accomplishes everything on his own.

See that works on Sam because she met him but Anthony didn't so he doesn't care.

Mr. Miyagi taught sam the wax on wax off first move. Anthony gets he's a great ma and he taught Daniel karate. And he's heard all the stories and he's sick of it.

Daniel asks if that means he doesn't want to learn how to defend himself or learn skills for life and Anthony responds not if it means cleaning up bird shit to which Daniel rebukes him for language. then essentially says he thought Anthony was mature enough for this and walks away and tells Anthony to just go back to his video games.

Which, Daniel you fucked up here. Anthony never got to meet Mr. Miyagi that he remembered. So he's just hearing the whole family bond about this guy he doesn't know and it's isolating because he's got nothing to draw on to add to it. Anthony knows all the stories, he knows all about Mr. Miyagi, but do you know anything about Anthony beyond video games? Do you even know what video games he likes to play? Because you bought him kitkats from Japan and that's it. You're just not...listening. You're pissed because in your head he disrespected Mr. Miyagi. And didn't listen to the core of it. Which is there is no Miyagi magic for him and instead his whole life he's been living in the shadow of a man he doesn't know and getting teased because he should know the moves.

Also, I think if Johnny was still there, it'd suck because his training is always hard, but that Anthony would enjoy it more.

normally i tend to think whatevers in the middle of the table is the main course, but that's tomato, red onion and avocado and nothing else.

johnny is not good balancing between Miguel and Carmen.

I think what's happening is Johnny is trying so hard to not be Sid that he doesn't know what to do. Carmen literally moves later like she's going to just eat the tomato, onion and avocado as a meal/salad.

The way Anthony immediately starts apologizing for being in the dojo is kinda telling of his not so great relationship with his father. Like he found something that sparked his interest in karate but then immediately panics as soon as Daniel asks what he's doing.

Like Daniel even says he doesn't need to apologize, but Anthony just doesn't seem to know him well enough that he thinks he's doing something wrong.

Is this the pressure point lesson?

Because if it is, what Daniel says related to it is wild.

If it is in fact pressure points then Daniel you've already used it twice, once to save Johnny's life and stop Kreese and once to try and win an argument with Johnny.

I am glad Anthony is talking about how he feels sort of left out because he doesn't have any memories of Mr. Miyagi.

I also feel like this is a long time coming, Daniel needed to have this conversation with Anthony ages ago. A chance to tell him not stories about himself and Mr. Miyagi or Sam and Mr. Miyagi, the stories he knows all about, but you missed telling Anthony about his own story with Mr. Miyagi. "Mr. Miyagi wanted to hold him and as soon as Anthony was in his arms, Anthony kicked him in the face."

Mr. Miyagi apparently just laughed and said Anthony was going to be handful but would also be a protector of the family.

Since when? Also you, not wanting to pressure someone into doing what they don't want to do? Dude. You do that all the time. You tried to pressure all the students into learning just Miyagi-do which broke up the combined dojo.

Junior Prom theme his Hollywood Heights, which feels a bit like phoning it in since they're in LA.

Johnny once again showing up at school. Why if it's decorated for prom is it the middle of the day? Who would put up all those balloons and decorations this early?

Carmen might get pissed that Johnny's taking Miguel out of school to skip history.

Lia has figured out her and Ant's play date: Saturday at a fair at Westwood park and the best part is fried oreos. A bunch of other people including Kenny are going. Lia also has a friend named Jane.

Zach, get a hobby will you?

Kenny using LaPusso against Anthony knowing it's a weakness and luring Anthony and his not friends into a trap in the library. Smart kid. Also I get why he didn't trust the 'let's talk'.

Kenny is doing a great job of taking them all out individually.

One of the kids is named Marcus.

Of course Kenny got caught.

Johnny knows a lot of random facts about Rowdy Roddy Piper (A Canadian wrestler/actor for WWE who it look like wore a kilt)

Johnny says he doesn't know how to do this kind of relationship. And Miguel says that's what happened with robby right, he got scared? And Johnny admits that he got scared.

Johnny felt cheated, everything just made him miss his dad more and he couldn't figure out why everything was happening. His mom did the best she could but well she married sid.

Miguel asks if he ever tried to find him.

Johnny doesn't know what he'd say. But this is something Miguel's relating to.

Johnny also doesn't know where he'd begin looking for him.

Johnny really does have some honesty and reveals a lot about himself when people are willing to listen.

He says he didn't have a male role model until he met Kreese and they both know how that went.

He's trying so hard not to be the people in his life that abandoned him or gave up when he didn't do exactly what they wanted when he knew it was wrong.

He says he can never fix that. 😭

But he doesn't want to make that mistake with Miguel, he just doesn't know what to do or how to do this. he says he clearly doesn't know what the hell he's doing.

omg I'm going to cry, don't you boys start crying. Like damn xolo the tears in your eyes and the shaky laugh.

Some things are going to change, you dating my mom, but there are some things I don't want to change. | Like what?| Like you being my sensei.

I love that Johnny prepared a lesson.

He's going to teach Miguel one of the most badass moves in karate, the flying tornado.

Sam crashing their lesson. 🤣 She skipped school and was like fuck everyone else I do what I want which is sneaking into Eagle Fang.

I do appreciate that Johnny's first question is "Does your dad know you're here". Like he knows Daniel will be pissed and I don't think he'd teach her and lie about it. It's not his style.

The school/principal moved fast. "I've already talked to the other offending students and they will be suspended, so will your son."

He has evidence of Kenny running and being chased by the kids, found the milk tiktok, and evidence of cyberbullying.

Kenny really took care of his bullies.

Terry's reading this book.

Terry's also excited for Kreese's six pack gift to him: Ba Muoi Ba (Vietnamese Beer)

Scovil, from Utah, didn't really bathe, took point and took over leadership when he shouldn't have and stepped on a mindfield and died. Aka Kreese is warning Silver.

Kreese you really brought down the vibes, this guy was the giddiest happiest dude and now he's so sad and quiet and aware something is up.

Terry is right, Kreese you're over-reacting.

It's also uncool for you to pull the cage into this. You're being a dick Kreese, this is mean. Like Kreese you put so much effort into getting Terry to co-sensei with you and then you pull rank, and dredge up the worst memories of Terry's life.

#mumbling about shows #s 4 ep 7 Minefields

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Chapter 2: Pretty little liar || “The Pogue Princes and Kook Princess || Series

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of drugs, flirty jokes, bitchy main character, arguments, allusions of sex, sexual jokes + themes, hung over reader, JJ is kind of a dick for the first few chapters

Summary: Y/N is having the worst hang over and you can only imagine it gets worse when she gets invited to a pogue bonfire.

A/N: probably not proof read lmao, let me know if i need to fix any of the warnings! also the characters “julia” and “claris” are two character i made up! julia is your typical bitchy blond mean girl (not saying blond girls are mean, but she has the vibe of regina george basically) and claris has brown hair, their looks aren’t really specified other than that so picture them however!

You felt the warm sunlight bathing your skin from the window. Your body felt sore and your head buzzed. You felt warmth next to you and you turn to see Rafe shirtless, sleeping on his stomach, arms under his pillow, head facing away from yours. You turned to get out of bed and noticed you didn’t have any clothes on. You groaned remembering everything of what happened last night, you and Rafe definitely went at it and your legs were definitely sore.

You legs trembled beneath you as you got up to go shower. You flipped the water onto a warm setting and picked out your clothes for today. You chose a pink crop top with a little bow on the v-line, you also chose some beige shorts and a white cardigan. You stepped into the shower and sighed at the feeling of the warm water sliding down your body with ease.

You washed your hair with your favorite scented shampoo and conditioner, and doused yourself with strawberry body wash. It smelt so good, you were so hungry. But at the same time you felt like you were going to hurl. Once you finished in the shower you stepped out and did your skincare routine, moisturized, dried off and slipped your clothes on. The cardigan did well to keep your body warm.

You pulled it over your shoulders as you stepped outside for your room, slipping on some flip flops. You figured you could go on a walk and stop somewhere to get food, so you grabbed your wallet and keys just in case. You let the door slowly shut behind you, nothing wanting to wake your friend.

You walked along the sidewalk and admired how good it felt to have the sun hit your cold body. You waved to the gardener as you listened to the peaceful sound of birds chirping. You continued walking against the pavement, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. You kicked a rock and watched as it skipped down the road.

You hurried to the nearest coffee shop, buying yourself a croissant and small hot chocolate. You stepped outside and sat on the curb as you ate. You watched as some of the people driving waved at you, but you simply smiled in return, having no energy to wave back.

Once you finished your food you tossed your trash and receipt in the nearest garbage bin and grabbed your hot chocolate, taking slow sips as you continued on your little nature walk. You admired the way the ocean caused a soft breeze to your face, evening out the heat from the sun.

You continued to walk until a familiar face caught your eye. You felt your somatic twist seeing the two girls walking near your direction. You turn around trying to dodge the girls but they saw you before you had the chance to run.

“Y/N!” Julia called out. You stopped in your tracks, putting on the best smile you could manage and turned out. “Hey,” you said quietly. They both jogged up to you and gave you a hug. “Hey girl you haven’t called in a while, how’s everything been?” Claris asked. You took another sip of your drinks and shrugged. “Busy.” You replied nonchalantly.

“Yeah no kidding, I see you and Rafe everywhere. He must be keeping you busy in someway.” Julia said and both the girls laughed. You nodded. “Yup, he keeps me on my toes.”

“More like he curls your toes.”

Again, another laugh. You began to feel self conscious, not really liking the two girls sharing laughs over your relationship. You knew Julia always had the biggest crush on Rafe.

“Yeah well, it was good seeing you girls. But i’ve got to get back home.”

They nodded. “Hey wait,” Julia started. “The Pogues are having a bonfire tonight. But that’s never stopped the Kooks from going.” She grinned to her brown haired friend. “So are you down to come with us?”

“Yeah, you can even bring Rafe if you want.” Julia added.

You know they would hold it over your head for the rest of your life if you said no, so you nodded instead. “This will be your first time right?” Claris added. You nodded again. “Great!” Julia said. “We’ll pick you up around five, and we’ll make this the best night of your life! Just try not to have Rafes tongue down your throat the whole time, kay?”

“No promises.”

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When you came back home Rafe was sitting on the couch doing lines of coke on your coffee table, you frowned at the sight. You absolutely hated when Rafe did coke. It wasn’t anything like when he smoked weed and got high. When he did coke he became aggressive and irritable, and most the time he would get addicted to it again even after a long time of going without it.

You slammed your keys on the counter, catching his attention. He notice the disappointment on your face and quickly wiped the white dust from under his nose and shoved the bag of cocaine through some crack of the couch. “Hey sweetheart I didn’t know you were home.” He sniffed, getting up to walk over to you. You ignored him and walked straight upstairs. “Come on don’t be like that.” He groaned, his hands rubbing furiously into his hair.

He followed you upstairs as you began to complain. “Don’t be like that? Rafe you literally were just snorting fucking coke on my coffee table and shoved it down the couch! We’ve talked about this first of all, second of all my mom would absolutely kill me if she found drugs in the house!” You grumbled as you opened your bedroom door and through your purse on the couch.

You walked to your closet and started pulling out your sage green two piece bathing suit, a pair of denim shorts, a white crochet tank top and some converse. Rafe notice you were planning an outfit and asked, “Where are you going?”

“Why is your business? You’re going to be too busy doing coke.” You shot back. “You don’t have to be such a bitch.” He mumbled. You whirled around to glare at him. “I’m not being a bitch. I’m being your girlfriend and trying to care about you. This isn’t healthy Rafe. I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this.”

“What are you implying? That were going to break up?” He asked, eyes narrowing and arms crossing. You rolled your eyes. “Why is that always your first thought? Every time we argue it’s always, “Oh you want to break up” this or “So are you breaking up with me” that.” You voice cracks. “Is that what you want Rafe? Do you want to break up? What do you feel trapped or something?” You huffed out with an angry laugh.

You could see something flash across Rafes face, you couldn’t tell if it was realization that he hurt you or if it was annoyance. But either way he sighed and walked over to you. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and you allowed him to and his arms grabbed your shoulders and soothed them.

“I’m sorry Y/N, okay? I really am. But please try and understand how hard it is. I’m trying to get help, it’s just difficult. But please tell me where your going, I want to make sure your safe.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m having a girls night. Claris and Julia are taking me to a pogue party tonight.” You reply calmly, shrugging his hands of your shoulders and walking to set your stuff on the bed. You went to the bathroom to do your make up and Rafe leaned on the doorframe, his back against it and arms and legs crossed slightly.

“A pogue party? I thought you said youre going to be safe?” He questioned.

“I will be safe, because your going to meet me there.” You say as you started doing your make up. “The girls are picking me up at around five I believe, and then your going to meet us there. We’re going to get drinks, talk, hang out, absolutely no coke involved, and just have fun.” You shrugged. He walked over to give you a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll go start getting ready then.”

“Mhm.”

He finally walked out and you heard the door click behind him, assuming it was locked. You finished up your make up and went to get ready.

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5:37

Where are they? They would have been here by now right?

You heard a knock on your door and it opened, Sarah walked in and Topper stood behind her. “Hey, why are you still here? I thought you were leaving earlier and we’re going to meet us there.”

“I was. I am. Claris and Julia are picking me up.” At the mention of those two girls names Topper and Sarah snapped their heads at each other before looking at you. “Uh, Claris and Julia are already at the party. They got there at around five fifteen.”

What.

You heard a ding from Toppers phone and opened it to Instagram. His face dropped and he turn to eye you. “It seems like Rafe is already there as well.” He turned his phone to show you a pair on Claris’s page of him and Julia, their arms were locked together and their heads were thrown back, taking shots.

Those assholes. They purposely did that to make sure they could get alone with Rafe.

“We can take you.” Sarah said.

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You pulled up to the party, I gripped my wallet tightly as I immediately saw Rafe and Julia laughing over some conversation. Sarah saw my anger and reminded me not to do anything stupid. I shrugged it off and hopped out of the car. They’re were many people here, obviously more Pogues than Kooks but I didn’t mind. I just wanted a drink.

I asked around and finally found where they were handing out drinks. To my luck the one serving them were the pogues, but not just any pogues. JJ, John B, and Kiara. I swallowed thickly and forced my over there. JJ was the first to recognize me and smirked wildly when he saw me coming up.

“Look who it is ladies and gentlemen.” He said to his friends. John B and Kiara looked at me and their faces dropped. Kiara was clearly angry and John B was awkward, looking between me and JJ. “What’s a pretty little kook like you doing here?” JJ asked leaning forward, resting his chest on his now crossed arms.

“Getting drunk. You have drinks or not?” You asked looking between the 3. John B nodded, opening up the cooler next to him. “What would you like?” He swallowed thickly. “The strongest thing you got.” I reply. He nodded and rummaged through the cooler and I heard a loud and familiar laugh. I turned around to see Rafe holding Julia bridal style and acting like his was going to throw her into the water. She laughed and gripped onto him tightly.

My jaw clenched as I turned back around and John B handed me the drink. I popped it opened and downed most of it before JJ’s voice caught my attention again. “Im assuming your going to be needing more than just one drink tonight, huh?” He asked nodding his head towards Rafe. I took a another sip and nodded. “See you around Maybank.” I mumbled and walked off, I knew he was looking at me, so I made extra effort into swaying my hips as I walked.

I walked around for a while, greeting some people I knew and some I didn’t. I finally spotted Rafe alone, conversing with Topper. I finished my drink and set it down in the nearest table and stormed off to Rafe. I grabbed his arm and spun him around, Topper took that as his cue to leave.

Rafe looked a but surprise to see me but I didn’t allow him a chance to speak. “Are you serious?” I hissed. “What are you doing here?” He asked looking you up and down. “What do you mean, I told you I was coming.”

“Yeah but the girls said you texted last minute saying you were sick.”

“And you thought that just because I wasn’t here it was okay to let Julia feel you up?”

“Feel me up? What-“

“Save it Rafe. I saw you two laughing when I got here and her hands were holding yours, and then I saw you carrying her about to throw her into the ocean. But it doesn’t matter cause I don’t care, do what you want. You have to have your opinions open right? For the record though, they lied to you. They never came to get me. They got you alike on purpose.” I sneered before storming off.

“Y/N wait lets just talk about this.” He said as he tried to follow me, but I got lost in the crowds. I found the nearest seat and sat down on a couch, putting my wallet on the table in front of it. Not long later I was occupied but a patch of wavy blond hair.

He sat down across from me and offered me another drink. “Boy troubles?” I grimaced at him but took the drink anyways. I opened it and took a swig. “You know it.” I responded quietly. We sat in silence for a minute before he spoke, “What’s up with you and that blond chick?” I look up into his piercing blue eyes and shrugged.

“She’s always been a bitch. She used me to get closer to Rafe, even though she knew we were together. She’s fucking obsessed with him.”

“Seems as if he doesn’t feel too different.”

It hurt, but I knew it was true. If he was loyal he would have told her to back off. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. She ruined part of my life, she wasn’t about to ruin this part either. I looked down at my beer and noticed it was pretty much empty, I finished it before I got up and walked to JJ. “Give me your beer.” He quickly caught on to what I was going to do and laughed.

“Cat fight?”

I ignored his comment and walked away, looking around for Julia. I finally spotted her, but Rafe was nowhere to be found. I frowned. Shame, I wanted him to enjoy the show. I walked towards Julia’s direction, Claris quickly noticed me, he eyes widening slightly before whispering something in Julia’s ear. Julia scowled but quickly covered it up and turned around to face me.

“Y/N, hey sorry, my car broke down and-“

“Cut the shit Julia. You purposely didn’t come get me, to get alone with Rafe. She rolled her eyes and responded with a smile, “It worked didn’t it?”

My grip on the bottle tightened. “I’m giving you once last chance Julia. Just leave me and Rafe the fuck alone.”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“There’s nothing much I can do. But I can at least shut you the fuck up.”

Immediately after I threw my drink in her face and left her soaked. She gasped and glared at me. Her face was red with embarrassment and she went quite realizing all eyes were on her. I dropped the bottle on the ground and made my voice higher, mocking her when I say, “It worked didn’t it?”

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samueldays · 1 year

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"The beauty of Community Notes is not just that it has restored the comments section that journalism deleted from all of its sites, because the democratic mass of people often disagreed with them, and regularly offered evidence of *why* the journalists were wrong— But that it can crowdsource the absolute best evidence for why journalists are wrong, or outright lying With evidence that it would once have taken a normal person far too much time to collect on their own, because that should not be the responsibility of a normal person "Journalism" was once the idea that they would collect the truth, to provide to the people, as experts in truth Thus the second the journalists shut down their own comments was the second we knew they were liars. Thus the restoration of the comments is the restoration of truth."

-17cShyteposter

For a recent illustration of journo lies, Keith Fucking Olbermann is still repeating that same lie about the Second Amendment and hasn't been kicked to the curb like Alex Jones.

He's lying, he's unambiguously lying, he's repeatedly lying, he's lying despite corrections, he's lying about a topic where he ought to know better, he's lying in an industry which boasts of its skill at fact-checking and importance in fighting misinformation, et cetera.

#all #quote #twitter #journalism delenda est

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josephseedismyfather · 11 months

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WIP Music Monday

I was tagged in today's post by @inafieldofdaisies, thank you my friend! 🥰

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

Afflicted.

I gave you everything (You let me down, down, down) I gave you trust and salvation (You let me down, down, down) I gave you everything that I could provide (Yeah) I gave you strength to stand You shoved me

Down Down

I know you want me to love you But all you ever do is bring me down Won't you go away forever?

I felt the world of pain (It's coming down, down, down) Brought to the water then left me dry (Down, down, down) Took the drug from the user (Yeah) Took all my strength to run then shoved me

Down Down

I know you want me to love you But all you ever do is bring me down Won't you go away forever?

It's kinda freaky just to see you crawl And all you can do is stare I know you're tripping while I kick you to the curb Like you did me Me Me Oh you shoved me

Parenesis.

I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world, But its feeling just like every other morning before, Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone, The cars are moving like a half a mile an hour And I started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?

But I believe the world is burning to the ground Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend, Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come

I think it turned ten o'clock but I don't really know Then I can't remember caring for an hour or so Started crying and I couldn't stop myself I started running but there's no where to run to I sat down on the street and took a look at myself Said where you going man you know the world is headed for hell Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to

I believe the world is burning to the ground Oh well, I guess, we're gonna find out Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come

Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend, Let's see how far we've come Let's see how far we've come

It's gone gone, baby its all gone There is no one on the corner and there's no one at home It was cool cool, it was just all cool Now it's over for me, and it's over for you Well its gone gone, baby its all gone There is no one on the corner and there's no one at home Well it was cool cool, it was just all cool Now it's over for me, and it's over for you

Untitled John WIP.

… Oh my God

… You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Sooner or later God'll cut you down

… Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

… Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news My head's been wet with the midnight dew I've been down on bended knee Talkin' to the man from Galilee

… He spoke to me in the voice so sweet I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet He called my name and my heart stood still When he said, "John, go do my will!"

… Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

… You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Sooner or later God'll cut you down

… Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin' in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What's down in the dark will be brought to the light

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#music monday #harley x jacob #evangeline x joseph #untitled joseph wip #tagged 🖤#far cry 5 wip #music tag games #wip playlist #spotify #Spotify

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Time changes things

It amazes me that when I look back over my life, how true this statement is. Time does indeed change things. 9 years ago today, my world fell apart yet again. I was dating a man who I thought loved me and wanted to spend his life with me.

I was just coming out of a horrible abusive marriage and was longing to hear those words I had so very much missed for the last 24 years. I was vulnerable and believed everything he was feeding me, even when my intuition was screaming something wasn't right. I continued to believe him because my life was so barren from emotion.

I bought into it, hook, line, and sinker. The day I found out he was nothing more than a sociopathic liar, I kicked him to the curb, literally with no second chances. I called him out for everyone to see. No man was ever going to get over on me more than once. I was done, but I was truly hurt because I trusted yet again. After all the pain I endured during my marriage and the fact that he knew all that I went through, yet he still chose me to hurt this way.

It was more than I could bear, I shut down emotionally and went into my writing. I didn't let another man get close to me. I instead got closer to God, I prayed, and I cried, and I let time heal me.

As time went on, I realized the lessons he had taught me from this pain. I could make it on my own without a man. I taught my girls never to put up with a lying, cheating man. That I should always listen to my intuition, always.

Even a year later, my world changed 360. And nine years later, well…I could never imagine where I would be from that pain I was in back then. I have my faith, I have an incredible family and wonderful friends. I have a business I love, a home I never imagined getting. I finished my first book and wrote a second book. I am happy and peaceful.

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cator99 · 1 year

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what skills do you have that you could lead a life oc crime?

If you're familiar with my blog, perhaps you'll recall the post in which I mentioned the mean older girl I was friends with who I had a crush on and let control me, make me eat ants and cat treats and all that. She lived across the street from me. On one occasion, while we were hanging out in her bedroom, she pulled a little box out from under her bed. It was filled with jewelry, makeup, and goofy little trinkets that looked to be from Spencers. She told me, proudly, eyes glimmering, that she had stolen everything in the box. I was maybe 9, so she would have been... maybe 12. I was in awe of her. "You should steal something for my collection," she told me. I didn't need any convincing. The next time I was out with my mom, I carefully grabbed a tube of chapstick from Shoppers Drug Mart, and placed it in my pocket, right while we were at the counter and everyone was distracted scanning things and digging around for cash. I brought it to my friend immediately. "Yeah right," she said, laughing, "you're such a liar! I bet you just had that at home." I felt utterly deflated. I tried to tell her that I did steal it, but the further I pushed, the more desperate and dorky I looked, the less she believed me. She then directed me to prove myself by stealing a specific type of mascara from walmart on her behalf- the green and pink kind. I knew what kind she meant. All my sisters had it too. She specified that it had to still be in the package, unlike the naked chapstick tube I'd presented her. I waited patiently until I was taken on a trip to walmart with my mom and little brother. It was easy to fuck off and do whatever, because my brother was a tiny lunatic that they usually kept on an honest to god leash while we were out in public, whereas I had at one point been known for panicking if my mom turned a corner too quickly when I wasn't looking. I ended up sneaking off and, in a panic, stuffing my big sweater pocket with I think 6 packs of the pink and green mascara. I always wore baggy hand-me-downs and oversized hoodies, so it was easy to go about doing so unnoticed, as frantic as I was about the whole thing. I gripped them tightly in the big middle pocket until I got home. Then, the moment came, when I could finally bring the gifts to my dear friend, eager to impress her, excitement overflowing past my 'play it cool' demeanor........ "What are you talking about?" she scolded, brows furrowed. "I've never stolen anything before. Are you crazy? Take it back! I don't want all that shit!!!" She was beyond annoyed, and kicked me to the curb. I ran home sobbing. Most crime doesn't take skill. Just drive, built on a solid foundation of desperation. It helps to be pussy delirious as well.

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Cooler Than Me - Chapter 5

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First Chapter

Chapter 5: Day One - Ino

Ino Yamanaka likes to stir the pot without being in the pot herself. Everyone knows this but doesn’t care because they want a piece of the action, too. No matter how ‘innocent’ everyone tries to pretend, no one is blameless in the game of gossip and rumors. Not even Choji, as sweet as he is.

The only person she might give a pass to is Rock Lee. But that’s because he’s physically, mentally, and emotionally incapable of hurting others who don’t deserve it.

He’s the only one of them that deserves that respect.

No one else gets Ino’s respect unless they willingly admit that they’re just as messed up as she is.

It’s probably why she keeps Sakura around. Tenten, Hinata, and Choji, too. She’s just about ready to kick Shikamaru to the curb. He says he’s ‘tired’, but Ino doesn’t believe it. No one gets tired of gossip. He’s a dirty liar and she tells him so. He tells her to come back when she’s feeling less antagonistic, but they both know he doesn’t want her to leave.

So as Ino gives a tired Itachi (also someone she knows isn’t immune to the grip of gossip) a wink, she feels satisfied when she leaves the Uchiha district.

“Yamanaka.”

Ah, another one she knows isn’t innocent, as much as he pretends to be. “Sasuke, it’s nice to see your ugly mug.”

Yes, Ino will call Sasuke ugly even if she doesn’t mean it. It’s the only way she can justify speaking to him after years of chasing his heart, only for him to throw hers away like junk when he managed to convince Hinata to date him. He’s an asshole and she realizes now that that is her type and she refuses to feel shame. She only feels shame she gave so many years of her life chasing this stupid Uchiha. There were plenty others. “Likewise. What’s your business here?”

“Gods,” Ino scoffs, leaning on her foot and folding her arms as she glares at him. “None of your business, asshole.”

“My district, my business.”

Ino hates the way that his scowl makes him prettier. “I’m in Interrogation. I go where I please.”

Sasuke chuckles and it makes her glare harden. “You’re not on the clock, flower girl.”

Ino’s ashamed to admit that nickname makes her heart flutter. Sometimes she wonders if he ever calls Hinata that. “Well, this has been a good chat,” she concludes, rolling her eyes. She smirks as she adds, “pig.”

Immediately, she begins skipping away, satisfied with the shocked look on his expression. She giggles to herself as she weaves through villagers on her way back to that flower shop he’d just been mocking her for. When she gets to the storefront, she pushes her way inside, the light clinking of the bells above a familiar sound. She smiles at her mother as she waves. “How did he like them?”

Ino sneers, shaking her head. “As much as someone with the emotional capacity of an Uchiha can like something like a nice arrangement of flowers.”

“Oh, stop,” her mother chides, shaking her head.

Ino shrugs. “Well, I’m off to investigation.”

“So soon?” Ino jumps at another familiar voice, snapping her gaze up.

“Shit, Choji!” she gasps, clasping her hand over her heart. He chuckles and she shakes her head, letting him embrace her for a hug. “When’d you get back?”

“This morning,” he responds, and she lets out a cough when his hug tightens to harshly. He laughs as he lets her go.

“Damnit Choji!” She shoves off of him, scowling. “How many times do I have to tell you not to crush me!”

Choji is as close to pure as one can get to Lee level pure, so Ino knows he’s not doing it on purpose. He just has too much love to give. “So, I’ll be there on Friday!”

“Oh, good.”

Ino smiles, genuinely glad to hear it.

Her, Choji, Sakura, Tenten, and Hinata all meet for ‘tea’ on Fridays in Choji’s restaurant before it opens, tea having a double meaning here. It’s usually Ino and Sakura with the juiciest stuff, Tenten has a few things here and there, and Hinata and Choji sit quietly and absorb. Ino’s fine with that because at least they can be honest about their degeneracy. Plus, on the rare occasions Hinata or Choji do come in with gossip, it’s usually the juiciest thing they’ve ever heard. Jaw-dropping stuff.

Whenever one of them was gone on a mission or whatever it was that called them away from the village, it was always a little hollow. Especially Choji, when it was his restaurant. Just didn’t feel right gathering for gossip in his restaurant while his dad works in the back to get it set up. Ino’s tried inviting Choza to the tea session, but he’s never interested.

Just another dirty liar.

“Come get your flowers, Cho,” her mother beckons him and he nods.

“For the new restaurant?” she questions as he pulls from her.

“Only the finest flowers in the Leaf for my establishments,” Choji declares, eagerly. She smiles at him. He really is a gem compared to the rest. “See you Wednesday!”

Ino waves as she exits, saying an I love you to both he and her mother, then heads to the Hokage tower.

She always gets there early to do water cooler chat. Her shifts are towards the middle of the day when everyone is having a break (her shifts go into the night) and getting here early ensures she can listen in on anything interesting.

Today, she finds Sakura and Shino standing next to each other, tensely.

That’s another thing their terrible graduating class had in common: weird relationships she’ll never understand. How Sakura ended up with Shino remained a mystery, but Ino’s pretty sure Sakura got too drunk one night, and when Shino was kind enough to help her home, she jumped his bones. Sakura refuses to admit to it. It was one of those sad girl nights when they were bitching to each other about Sasuke and how disgustingly happy he and Hinata were. The only time they could freely complain about it was when they were alone together because the one thing this stupid village agrees on is that Sasuke and Hinata’s relationship is untouchable of gossip.

Not to Ino, though. Never to Ino. So yes, Sakura is her closest confidant for that.

Anyway, now here they are, locked in some sort of argument.

“What are you two doing here?” Ino pulls their attention, landing behind Sakura and digging her chin into her shoulder blade. Sakura shrugs her off and rolls her eyes.

“Turning in evidence from our mission,” Sakura clarifies, giving Shino the side eye, “and trying to figure out dinner.”

“You seem angry, dear forehead,” Ino teases, glancing up at Shino, who remains stoic, unwavering gaze forward.

“Because he won’t pick! He keeps saying ‘whatever you want’ but it’s never what I want!” Sakura sighs dramatically and Ino pinches the side of her stomach. Sakura squeaks and shoves her hand away.

“I’ve never said no before to your requests,” Shino responds, quietly, and Ino looks back at Sakura.

“Shino is picky,” Sakura continues to talk about him as if he’s not there, “no matter what I choose, he never eats it. He ends up eating something later in secret.”

Ino laughs, loudly. That sounds ridiculous. Shino sighs. “That’s not always true.”

“It always is!”

“That is an extreme thing to say. Why? Because it’s—”

“Why? Why? Why?” Sakura’s voice goes nasally and Ino frowns. She reaches up to close Sakura’s nose shut, who promptly glares at her. “Let go, pig.”

“Stop being ridiculous, billboard head,” Ino snaps back. Even she has to feel some amount of sympathy for Shino, even if he is a strange, strange man.

“You’re just lonely, and jealous.” Sakura’s voice comes out nasally as she folds her arms and Ino snickers at it.

“That’s right, turn your anger on me.” Ino grins a toothy grin with a wink. “Project onto me more.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“Mhm,” Ino agrees easily, releasing her nose finally. She slaps her hands on each of their shoulders and Shino winces with raised eyebrows. “Go get soba. It’s Shino’s favorite, and the soba shop next to the dojo—”

“Which one?” Both Shino and Sakura interrupt her.

Ino bites back a laugh. “The one next to Sunny’s. It’s got the creamery next door so you can get dango afterward.”

“That sounds acceptable.” Shino nods and Ino smiles as Sakura grabs at his sleeve to yank him behind her.

“See you Friday!” Ino calls playfully.

Neither of them gives her a response, but she figured they wouldn’t anyway. She meanders over to the break room to prepare herself tea. As she brings it up to her lips, she shuts her eyes and searches for Sakura’s chakra signature. When she locates it, she invades her mind, as she’s so prone to do.

I’ve always wondered, are the rumors true about the Aburame?

She waits for a moment before Sakura’s irritated voice rings in her head.

What the hell are you doing—wait, what rumors?

You know. The ones about their…

You’re disgusting. GET OUT.

Ino feels pressure on her temples. Sakura’s become incredibly good at forcing her out of her mind.

She sighs, sadly as she looks into her tea. Ever since Sakura started dating Shino, she’s been no fun.

And to top it all off, there was no one here. Just her luck.

Or perhaps it is luck. She closes her eyes once more and searches again…

Shika…

She smiles as she senses him perk up. She can hear Lee going on in the background about visiting the Gaara in the Sand for a ‘friendly competition.’ She can almost feel the stress levels in Shikamaru spike.

What is it?

Meet me in the janitor's closet on the 2nd floor in five minutes?

Make it two.

Ino giggles, popping her eyes back open. She figures she’ll be nice, today, and give him some stress relief. She has a few minutes to spare, anyway.

(Optional) Continue to ShikaIno smut chapter ->

Thus ends the day one arc. I cannot promise each day will be five chapters, but I can promise every character will (likely) get their own chapter at some point.

On another note, because I think writing sex as part of relationships is important, you can check out the other work connected to this "Cooler Than You". It will be the smut chapters, essentially. Every day ends with one person, and they get their smut chapter in that separate work. I wanted to keep this rated T, and those aren't mandatory reading, but they are fun. Thanks.

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