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[featguler]

it made us restless ────── my god, this reminds me of when we were young.

lewis hamilton is seen reconnecting with an old lover.

⌗ pairing : lewis hamilton x reader ⌗ tags : reader is female, and her faceclaim is established. reader is a singer. not proofread, possibly shitty. ⌗ notes : this is my 200 followers special!! a different sports!! i haven't done a 100 followers special because i'm technically supposed to write for a football athlete that is not from real madrid, but i haven't decided who i wanna do for that so... you get this first :3 also i tried doing something different with the header!!! title and description is from 'when we were young' by adele ♡ masterlist.

FACECLAIM 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ yura yunita ( instagram )

DISCLAIMER 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𐙚 i am not affiliated with yura yunita, lewis hamilton, or anyone mentioned in this fic 𐙚 any similarities in name, time, and place is purely coincidental 𐙚 do not mind the time stamps 𐙚 click on the pictures if it seems blurry

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[roronoaswifey]

hi could we get some tattoo artist!law nsfw headcanons?? i saw timi’s art work for him and i’ve just got the feeling you’d write him so amazingly!

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓!𝐋𝐀𝐖

pairing. trafalgar law x black!fem!reader

warnings/tags. explicit content, foul language, substance consumption, reader has dermal piercings + other tattoos, pussy eating, cunningulus, overstimulation, implied breeding *not encouraging….maybe*, trafalgar law can’t handle pussy, what else is new

kazu’s note. timi’s work if you haven’t seen it yet 🌚

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓!𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐎…

never expected somebody like yourself to be in any way connected to luffy. when the younger boy had messaged law a simple “client on the way! :D”, the tattoo artist had expected the worst of the worst. anybody affiliated to luffy gave him an irritating throb in his temple, and even if he wanted to refuse their requests, his morals as an artist never allowed him. so when the sound of chiming from the front door echoed in the shop, he bit back a groan as he mentally prepared himself for the blunt he’d desperately need afterwards.

for the first time in a cool minute, felt his tongue heavy in his throat at the sight of you. pushing past the door, you stepped inside the shop, curvy body snug in a low rise cargo miniskirt and bikini top, your inked skin shining through the golden rays of the sunset behind you. you looked majestic, knotless braids freshly done and with one push of your hair behind your shoulder, law felt his gut pool with arousal.

is taken aback by your sparky personality. you’re not as reckless or loud and smitten as the rest of luffy’s friends, but instead sport a very bored look. your rest in bitch face oddly sets him at ease, giving him sense of security that he may not indeed need to smoke to settle his nerves (though nothing beats a blunt after a long day of work). “you law?” you greet him after a small ‘hey’ and he nods and pats the lengthy chair, not trusting his unsteady vocal chords as all that runs through his mind is how can you be this pretty?

who takes admittedly longer than required to prep your soft skin for the tattoo. you’d shown him a design of words in arabic that you wanted tatted on your spine, and though he wasn’t the most religious person, law simultaneously thanked yet cursed god that he wouldn’t be facing you because it’s one thing to rejoice that you’d be missing the soft pink blush resting at his cheeks at your very revealing outfit, but it’s another having your plump ass peaking right through the miniskirt. maybe the blunt would be needed after all, he thinks as he cleanses your skin and shaves off body hairs to smoothen the process.

can’t help but grin when you ask him to take a hit of his blunt. he wasn’t sure how you’d feel about an artist smoking during his work hours but when you tilted your head at the sound of his lighter sparking up the blunt, a familiar earthy scent filling your senses, the blunt quickly left his mouth in favour of yours. he watched in a mix of awe and confusion as you inhaled deeply, ghosted the cloud of smoke before puffing it out. “‘for the nerves,” was your excuse, placing the spliff back in his parted lips, and laying back on your chest. law nearly felt himself choke on the smoke at the recoil of your ass beneath your thin bottom, slacks growing suspiciously tight as he mentally cursed his own body for the betrayal. lack of pussy, he figured he could blame it on.

with the course of time, alters between sharing his blunt with you. whenever he finds he could use a hit, you stretch your arm back to pass it back to him, and whenever he’s deemed relax, passes it back to you. small talk grows rapidly, as he does his best to keep it as professional as he can (though the smoking contradicts his point) while attempting to keep you entertained. he isn’t confident he’s doing a good job, but you are luffy’s friend after all, so he isn’t surprised you can hold up his lame attempt at conversing.

who isn’t sure if he’s finally gone mad, or maybe just really fucking high, but his almost positive you keep purposely pushing your ass onto him. he’s finished the design, intentionally making sure to not injure or infect the dermals on the dimples of your lower back, but good heavenly lord, your miniskirt rose up the curves of your ass along the inking process and with the weed infiltrating his system, he’s so fucking horny, wanting nothing more than to lay you down and beat the shit out of your pussy— to which, if were a perverted shit, one good lean back in his seat and the outline of your flesh through your thong would be clear as day.

whose suspicions are finally answered the second he vocally announces he’s finished his job. with wrap surrounding your fresh tattoo, his hands linger a bit longer, relishing in the last bit of an opportunity he’d have to hold you before letting you go for good. to his surprise, you stretch an arm out behind you, tilting your head to the side to catch a glimpse of him through your lash extensions and reddened low-lidded eyes, whispers of pleads for him to touch you a little lower.

doesn’t want to push his luck, so he gulps and lets his calloused thumbs caress your smooth brown skin, trailing from the back of your thighs, shaping at any old ink carved in, at any stretch mark that shaped your body, the the crease beneath the cup of your ass that caused the shelf it did. he’s so tempted to push your miniskirt up and watch what he’d imagine of your glistening pussy through your flimsy thong, the fat flesh poking through the material. the thought alone has him biting back a groan, holding these urges back for his sanity and yours. though, clearly you couldn’t give a fuck less about anyone’s sanity, as you intentionally raise your hips during the trailing of his thumb on your skin, forcing his thumb to slip in the warm crevice between your thighs.

finally lets go and swiftly creases your skirt up to your hips. the recoil of your ass set from the intense impact has him groaning, guts swarming in hot arousal, and not even his wildest dreams would’ve prepared him for the sight of your fat cunt. the pad of your panties drenched in your slick, he sees your pussy clenching at nothing, he hears you moaning softly with a sweet arch to your back, and he wants to feel more of you.

relishes in your pretty moans as you fist and clench at anything within the vicinity of your hands. with your thong lowered to the back of your knees, his mouth latched at your lower lips and licked, sucked, tugged, nibbled with precision, so long as he kept hearing you whine and moan, pushing your cheeks back into his face. he’s probably running short on oxygen, nose stuffed in the crack of your ass but he figures he could die a happy man this way. you taste as good as you smell, possibly even better, that he can’t help the slip of fingers E and A in your cunt, simultaneously working his tongue at your folds while fucking into you with long and thick digits, scissoring you open in hopes to find that gummy spot that’ll have you spraying him in your essence.

who drinks you up quicker than you can finish moaning ‘oh fuck baby’ and wastes no time to fumble with his pants. he’s not sure how he managed to not cum in his briefs at the sight of you alone, but the sheer realization that his bottoms were still on made the possibility likely to happen. he finds himself before you, avoiding to have you do any unnecessary movement, as he pumps his brick hard dick in his tattooed hands, and watches your tired eyes shimmer at the sight of his drooling dick alone.

who groans pathetically at the first slip of his tip in between your plump lips, the warm wetness of your mouth sucking him in for what he’s worth as your tongue swirls around the salty skin of his dick. his hips push in and out your mouth slowly, wanting to ease into this naturally before fucking your mouth senseless, but gods with the way you keep humming around his tip, an guided hand pumping what you couldn’t reach for measure, with a pool of saliva gathering at the base of his cock and beneath your vice claw grip on his dick, he’s holding onto a thin thread of sanity, torn between wanting to respect you and let you take your time or rutting his hips and shoving his tip down the back of your throat, making use of you as he finishes himself off in your mouth. it isn’t long before he’s got a hand at the back of your neck, and the sinful sound of you attempting to keep up with his rapid thrusts in your mouth, the squelches of your plump lips and saliva on his lubed dick echoing in the room, that he releases a guttural moan with a head thrown back, painting your mouth white with him. he taps his dick onto your tongue for good measures, assuring you swallowed every last drop.

whose dick hardens painfully quick as soon as he feels you reaching for the base of his dick, and lining it at your sopping entrance. chest laid flat on the chair with your ass in the air, he eases the process by swiftly pushing his hips into your ass, dick slowly getting engulfed by your tight pussy and not even brent faiyaz’s vocals could outmatch the harmony in both your ranges of moans. your hand left his dick the second he bottomed out, in favour of holding at his hips, pushing and pulling him back in, clearly eager for this as badly as he was. though through gritted teeth, he breathed deeply and intensely as he pulled back out, your pussy lips latching at his tip so desperately, before he slams back down, your body jerking from the forceful impact and you whine, pushing your hips back into him for a better feel. the sex gradually quickens, his tattooed arms caging your head at the sides, fucking you like it’s his last resort for air, hips angling to the side as he pounds into your pussy. your ass jiggles like jello against him, mouth muffled by his thigh fingers as you lay down and take whatever the hell he gives you. your eyes roll back uncontrollably at a certain shift of his hips, and law decides he wants to see you do that again, so he relentlessly ruts into that spot that had you blacking out.

who turns you on your side, still weary about your back but is on the brink of losing it if he holds back any longer, lifts a leg up onto his shoulder, and starts to pound into you with a new angle. this position has him seeing stars, already feeling pussy drunk as your wetness engulfs him whole, sucks him in greedily. you’re not better, laid flat as your boobs move in clockwise rotations from the slamming of his hips into your ass. he’s got a tight grip on your plush thigh, his other hand thumbing at your neglected clit, flicking and playing with the nub in hopes of drawing you in closer to the orgasm he feels himself approach. the leg he holds soon begins to shake, and he knows you’re getting close, your jaw slack and babbles spilling past your lips, the most he’s heard you speak in this entire session. he’s tempted to lean forward and finally catch your lips on his, the one thing he hasn’t managed to do so far, but his mind is soon clouded with other thoughts, such as making sure you get to that desired high around the same time he does. and you both do, your back arching as you clamp impossibly tighter down his cock, milking him dry of every seed left in his heavy balls, shooting his loads in your cunt, spraying your walls in his essence, while you spray his balls and thighs in your sweet liquids yet again.

notices the room has gotten quiet after he’s been sated of the lack of pussy he’s practically self diagnosed himself with. you’re on your stomach, body still shuddering from the intense pleasure that hit you like a wave, and law can’t help the tongue that licks your pussy clean, lapping up any evidence left of what you guys had done in this room. your broken moans sound downright pathetic, shaking in overstimulation as law finds himself back on his knees, thumbs spreading your ass cheeks apart and licking into your pussy yet again. he couldn’t help it, you tasted heavenly and he was a greedy bastard. he ignored your pleads, in favour for the hand tugging at his messy locks, your leg thrown over his shoulder as you watched him from the middle of your thighs ravage you like his last meal. his golden eyes never letting go of eye contact with you, his tongue flicked at your clit, spread your folds and feasted on your spent out cunt. didn’t take as much effort this time to be gifted with his favorite drink, as he greedily moans and gulps down everything you give him.

who, after making sure you’ve been decently wiped and hydrated after having fucked you dumb, finds himself feeling hollow despite having the fuck of his life. had it been your previous conversations? or was it when he had you face down and ass up? what was it that suddenly made him realize he did not want you to walk out that door for good? he doesn’t have much time to think as you limp up to the cashier register and await him there. he then realizes you expect him to charge you for the tattoo, as if your pussy wasn’t worth all the riches in this forsaken world. he grunts a low ‘on the house’, betraying yet again another ethical artist moral, but he soon found himself realizing there’s a lot more of rules he’d bend just for you. you look at him with a smirk, almost having expected that answer. you reach in your mini purse regardless, and pull out a 50$, old receipt and pen. you lay flat all objects on the counter, quickly writing something down on the receipt, before pushing it closer near the register. he’s shocked at the hug you give him afterwards, a strong whiff of your previous activities lingering on your scent glands with a mixture of your own fragrance, and he can’t help the soft inhale he does in the crook of your neck, arms tightening around your waist as he holds you back.

who flushed pink in embarrassment when you pull away from the hug just slightly, now face to face as you glossy lips gently kissing his own ones, mumbling a soft ‘see you soon’ with another soft kiss at the corner of his lips, and he barely registers you left the tattoo parlour, the chimes at the door ringing their melody as the soft thrumming of his heart pounds against his chest, throat dry and now glossy lips tugging into a lovesick smile. though he’s slightly irritated that you still left a tip when he insisted it was free of charge, he picks up the receipt you left, eyes scanning over the message you left: ‘tip for a tip ;) call me back whenever, hot stuff, xoxo y/n <3’ and he’s never ran as fast in his life to his phone plugged into the wall, a chuckle rumbling from his chest, feeling uncharacteristically giddy at the thought that you wanted to see him again too.

i love this man so much it’s insane. also this took much longer than expected, my baddd 🦦

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Erin Reed at Erin In The Morning:

According to a Fox News poll released Wednesday, Kamala Harris holds a 2-point lead over Donald Trump. However, the most intriguing takeaway isn't the topline result, but rather the details on a growing Republican line of attack in 2024: transgender issues. When asked who voters trust most to handle a variety of topics, Harris leads on most, such as abortion, health care, and election integrity. However, her lead is among the strongest on one particular issue: transgender rights.

When voters were asked whom they trust to handle transgender issues, Harris leads Trump by 16 points. This margin mirrors her lead on abortion and is just slightly behind her advantage on climate change, where she performs best. Harris’s lead on transgender issues suggests that highlighting this topic in the election may backfire for Trump, potentially weakening his chances the more Republicans push the issue to the forefront. The situation for Trump does not improve when examining the crosstabs. Harris holds a commanding lead over Trump on transgender issues across several demographic groups, including some that might come as a surprise. For example, she is ahead by 10 points among men. Her advantage widens further among likely voters, where she leads by 17 points. Among voters aged 65 and older, her lead extends to 21 points. Even among Independents and swing state voters, Harris is ahead by 19 points and 10 points, respectively.

This focus on swing state voters is particularly significant, given the heightened attention on transgender issues in this election cycle. On September 1st, the prominent conservative super PAC, Senate Leadership Fund, launched the first wave of an $80 million ad buy targeting swing-state senators up for re-election in Ohio and Pennsylvania. A substantial portion of these ads center around anti-trans rhetoric, accusing Democratic Senate candidates of supporting policies that would “allow puberty blockers and sex change surgeries for minor children” and “permit transgender biological men to compete in women’s sports.” Trump himself has repeatedly featured anti-trans attacks against Harris during this election cycle. On multiple occasions, he has made the baseless claim that teachers are performing sex change surgeries on children, sending them home as “another gender.” He has also targeted Minnesota Governor Tim Walz for policies that establish Minnesota as a sanctuary state for transgender individuals fleeing anti-trans legislation in other states. Trump has promised to enact sweeping anti-trans measures on day one if elected, including a total ban on gender-affirming care for transgender youth, the establishment of national bathroom bans for trans students, and the elimination of federal funding for all transgender care. Such policies could have devastating consequences, particularly for transgender adults who rely on health insurance marketplace subsidies to afford their care.

The latest Fox News Poll, in conjunction with Democratic-affiliated Beacon Research and Republican-affiliated Shaw and Company Research conducted between September 13th and 16th, revealed that Kamala Harris (D) is leading 50%-48% over Donald Trump (R)

The real eye-popper is that Harris leads Trump by 16% [56% KH-40% DT] on the transgender issues question, despite Republican attempts to use trans issues as a wedge to cleave off small parts of the Democratic coalition based on flimsy “protect women’s rights”/”protect the children” arguments.

[yourfavvtatasworld]

Meet my male OC ☠️

Basic Info for Jack ☠️

Name: Jack Mitchell

Age: 35 years old

Nationality: American

Occupation: Captain of Special Operations Squadron 141

Affiliation: United States Armed Forces

Appearance:

Height: 1.85 m

Weight: 90 kg

Short brown hair

Blue eyes

Athletic and muscular physique

Eagle tattoo on right arm

Personality:

Courageous and determined leader

Loyal to your teammates

Strategic and tactical

Ruthless with your enemies

Sarcastic and ironic

Skills:

Proficient in firearms

Hand-to-hand combat specialist

Experience in infiltration and rescue missions

Knowledge of military tactics

Fluent in English and Spanish

History:

Jack grew up in a military family and always dreamed of serving his country.

At age 18, he enlisted in the United States Army and excelled in training.

He was selected to Special Operations Squadron 141, an elite unit specializing in high-risk missions.

Jack has participated in several covert operations across the world, including the Middle East and South America.

He is considered one of the best soldiers in the world and is respected by his colleagues and superiors.

Equipment:

M4A1 - assault rifle

Glock 19 - pistol

Combat - knife

Fragmentation - grenades

Bulletproof vest

Nightvision goggles

radio communicator

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends:

John "Soap" MacTavish: Soap is Jack's best friend and a loyal teammate. They trust each other and always support each other on dangerous missions.

Simon "Ghost" Riley: Member of Task Force 141. Ghost is a mysterious and lethal soldier. He is a lone wolf, but he respects Jack and considers him a friend.

Enemies:

Konni Group

Makarov

Andrei Nolan

Family:

Father: A high-ranking officer in the United States Army. Jack's father is a strict and disciplined man who always demanded a lot from his son.

Mother: A primary school teacher. Jack's mother is a caring and understanding woman who has always supported her son.

Sister: A doctor who works in a field hospital. Jack's sister is an intelligent and dedicated woman who cares about the well-being of others.

Family dynamics:

Jack has a close relationship with his family, but is also somewhat distant from them due to his military career.

He respects his father and admires his dedication to military service.

He loves his mother and appreciates her understanding and support.

He is protective of his sister and worries about her safety.

Birth order:

Jack is the eldest son in his family.

Best friends:

John "Soap" MacTavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Close friends:

Capt.Price

OTHER FAVORITES:

Favorite food: Pizza

Favorite drink: Beer

Favorite place: His hometown, where he grew up and has fond memories.

Favorite animal: Dogs

Favorite color: Blue

Favorite music: Classic rock

Favorite band: Metallica

Favorite sports team: Your hometown football team

Marakov and Konni Group team f*cked you ☠️

[drippiesfm]

TASK 001: INTRODUCTION ⸻ AXEL { AX-31194 }

( rocket raccoon / eka darville, forty-five, nonbinary, he/they )  Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that AXEL AKA AX-31194 is a FACTORY WORKER ( ASSEMBLER - SMALL REPAIRS ) / DISPOSABLE UNDERGROUND FIGHTER that works in SECTOR 8. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of RACCOON PHYSIOLOGY + MARKSMANSHIP. That must be why they’re CUDDLY CUTE and EASILY ENRAGED. If you ask me, they remind me of ❝ forgotten and rusty metals kissed by time and corrosion, "I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite" & breathing fire with every pull of the trigger ❞. They are affiliated with THE UNBURDENED.

PINTEREST — PLAYLIST — INTRO ( COMING SOON ) —STATS

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

character name: axel aka ax-31194

nickname (s): none, just axel

face claim: eka darville / rocket raccoon

mutation status: gen ii

birthday: may 5

sexuality: pansexual

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

occupation: factory worker ( assembler - small repairs ) / underground fighter

work sector: sector 8.

affiliation: the unburdened

3 positive traits: brave, loyal, witty

3 negative traits: stubborn, cynical, hot-tempered

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

gender: nonbinary / prefers he/him but will answer to they/them - will NOT answer to “it”

height: 3’ in raccoon & 6′ 1″ in human ( but due to slouching it’s more like 5'11”)

markings: dark marks around his eyes and ears, unruly / tangled sometimes matted fur and scar-ridden. typically never in human form unless he’s on a secret mission

tattoos: just these

piercings: none

decorum: tactical cloaks like this, techwear cargo pants and always covering his face in human form. raccoon form, he sports a little red leather jacket that resembles this, always jeans/pants, no shoes and his little scavenging goggles

scent: mix of bunt fur and gunpowder

zodiac: taurus

primary vice: impulsiveness

primary virtue: courage

trope: angrish, blood knight, bounty hunter, can’t hold his liquor, combat pragmatist, covered in scars, death seeker, escape artist, gotta have it, gonna steal it

inspiration: this gif but also rocket raccoon ( mcu ), obviously, captain jack sparrow ( disney ) , spawn ( spawn comics )

residence: the bunkers previously the penitentiary 

hobbies: weapon crafting, bounty hunting, mechanical engineering/ amateur robotics, underground fighting, parkour / wastelands exploration, gambling, drinking, scavenging and salvaging, trading ( anything )

habits: tactical over planning, impulsiveness and obsessiveness, physical conditioning (rigorous / almost religious training regimen ), risk-taking which leads to dangerous situations / setbacks, resourcefulness, gambling ( high-stakes - he probably owes you money ), technological expertise, alcohol consumption ( over drinking to dull pain and coping ) perseverance ( to the point of harmful self preservation ), recklessness

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

hates it— honestly and he thinks it's suffocating. he spends a lot of his free time in the wastelands and often winds back up in the penitentiary because of his behavior. the only saving grace to the city is knowing that his brother fins is there.

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

no because the council has too much power, to put it simply and no one man should have that much power.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

if he could chose, he would be a scavenger without orders- just living life without borders.

what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

baby knife kept in his boot, just in case he needs a close range weapon.

questionnaire ( mutant vers ):

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?

raccoon physiology and marksmanship. drawing from their raccoon-like traits, they have heightened agility, dexterity, and keen night vision, allowing them to navigate environments with ease and stealth as well as the ability to perform acrobatic maneuvers and quick escapes when necessary. coupled with their sharp senses, they excel in tracking and spotting targets from a distance. their marksmanship is top-notch; they can handle a variety of firearms with precision and accuracy.

are they gen i or gen ii?

gen ii

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

reconnaissance and infiltration, essentially and very adept at evasion and ambush tactics. basically Axel is good at running away. their keen senses help them detect movement and anticipate threats, giving them a tactical advantage. their marksmanship skills allow them to hit targets with impressive accuracy, whether from a distance or in dynamic situations.

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?

while beneficial for agility, the raccoon physiology means they are more vulnerable in direct physical confrontations against larger opponent and their reliance on stealth can be a double-edged sword especially if they are caught in an open area without cover- basically he's cooked.

emotionally, their penchant for curiosity leads them into risky situations, as they might investigate something that typically is too dangerous- axel needs a moral compass. moreover, their focus on precision shooting can make them less effective in chaotic, close-quarters combat where rapid-fire or brute force is necessary. ( they can only rely so much on their baby knife ) lastly, their nocturnal nature also hinders them during daylight operations, causing fatigue / reduced effectiveness in bright conditions.

[wutbju]

I've lost count. I really have. Here. I'll just list all the ones I found.

153Fishes.net

6Pens

ACS Building LLC

American Connector Supply

Angel Investments

AnimalArtworks.com

Apollos Trust

Backdrops, LLC

Belgian K. Rupel Boom Football club

BelieverYouth.org

Bengal Cat Breeding, LLC

Bernalier Pups

Best Cockalier Pups

Best Costume Rentals

Best Morkie Pups

Best Pomsky Pups

Bible2.org

BMX LLC

Canine Calligraphy, LLC

Carolina Preferred Properties. LLC

Castle Crates

Crockett Affiliate Marketing

Crockett Development Capital

Crockett Doodles

Crockett Pups

Dapper Dog Retail, LLC

DIY Stuffed Animals

Doggy.net

DogXT.com

Elijah's Harbor Retreat Center

EngardeAsia

FallsPark.net

Fountain Inn Land

Four Paws Café, LLC

Fragrant Flicker

FreeMastermind.com/net

Frenchton Pups

Geneva Books

Golden Rule Property Manager

Greenville Art Gallery, LLC

Hidden Creek Horse Farm

IdeaGearz.com

Italian Serie C team Fidelis Andria

IVO Limited

Joy of Tokyo

Junkyard Giants

Keychainz.com

Kidpreneurship

Lhasa Apso Pups

Local Humane

Locust Hill Venue, LLC

Love Pups

Mall Racer, LLC

Mega-Cards

MergersCorp

Mini Golden Pups

Monroeville Shopping Center

MS Electronix, Inc.

NGC Tech LLC

Old City of Jerusalem on the Via Dolorosa

Perfect Health

Pet Bengals

PetsUSA

Pink Hippo Media, LLC

RehomeRover.com

Royalty Income

Shepherd Mark

SmallestBest.com

Southern California Connector Corp.

Sports Management Holdings, LLC

Squeeshies.com

Stars Born Here European Football Academy

Sundek of East TN

Swamp Rabbit Land LLC

SWAN Stocks

Sylacauga Shopping Center

tarps.com LLC

Team Red Coatings

The Best Bibles

Thrifty Coaching

Urban Yap Pet Spa and Boutique

WordWiz

[ansbobcar]

Infodumping/venting about the lack of Mashle fanfics on most fanfic platforms

WARNING: This isn't a vent. This is a mashle fanfic idea dumpster fire with MANGA SPOILERS.

I'm so heartbroken discovering that there is barely any mashle x oc content out there even x readers or character x character. I have so many tiny plot point ideas for a Rayne/Rain x fem oc/reader. Which resulted in me beginning to write my own oc, Darren Randel. Her name's stolen from my random ass mha oc Darren Halston. Darren Randel is lowkey different (she's less edgy/and emotionally unstable) even though they both have brown hair.

PLS TELL ME IF YOU'RE GONNA STEAL OR GET INSPO FROM THIS PLS BECUZ I WOULD LIKE TO HELP.

SO-

What was the original plot idea you may ask?

Infamous girl from rival school transfers to Easton Magic Academy because she fell in love with Rayne Ames lol.

Lowkey unoriginal right?

So then I added an extra spin to it borrowing a key romance drama plot point from See You in My 19th Life: Darren only gets 3 chances to confess and have her feelings be reciprocated by Rayne, and if he rejects her feelings. She'll give up (on that romance).

The ending of the fanfic is bittersweet: She doesn't get Rayne. But they stay close friends.

OH BUT HERE'S WHAT I'M TRYNA FIGURE OUT TO ADD MORE OF THAT BITTERSWEET FEEL TO IT:

1. Darren confused her initial crush on Rayne to be love at first sight/romantic feelings when she actually felt like she had a friend/that sense of trust in him compared to others.

1a. As a result of that she kind of decides to nullify all her chances of getting him.

1b. Regardless of this plot point she still ends up developing actual romantic attraction for Rayne and still doesn't get her feelings reciprocated.

2. It turns out that Rayne ALSO developed feelings for Darren over the course of the fic but he still rejects her advances due to either:

a. Her newfound realisation that she confused her feelings of attraction for something like companionship or trust. (1a)

b. His new position and role as Divine Visionary and the fear that she would be in more danger than she already was. (For context: her former school Walkis has so much beef with her existence for the 4 ish years she was there that they want her erased from existence and the Bureau of Magic is extremely alert about her whereabouts due to that and her skills which will be explained in the OC Profile section below).

c. Typical fears of a dude who for most of his life before Easton was seen as a nuisance alongside his younger brother Finn. (Big headcanon.) Doubt he cares/he probably would shove in the aristocrats face if he was dating her honestly (fake dating plot point???)

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OC PROFILE:

Fyi - I haven't completed her complete information so I may have removed some parts.

General Info:

Name: Darren Randel

Other names: “Renren”, “Walkis Traitor”, “Wandless Psycho”

Sex: Female

Age: 18 (from the start of Mashle canon timeline)

Birthday: February 18th

Blood Type: A

Height: 168cm

Occupation: 3rd Year Student at Easton Magic Academy

House: Adler

Affiliation: Easton Magic Academy (current), Walkis Magic Academy (former)

Dominant Hand: Left

Good Subjects: Magic Geography (it better exist), Magic Zoology

Bad Subjects: Magic Mathematics, Magic Biology

Hobbies: Cooking, Running at 4am, Pestering Rayne whenever possible

Favourite Food: Mussel/Seafood Pasta

Favourite Word: “Antidisestablishmentarianism”

Favourite type of the opposite sex: “People think about those?”

Dislikes: Her sense of justice being challenged, Bunbun, People who hate Rayne Ames

Frequently visited school spots: School Garden, Training rooms, Dormitory kitchen 

Appearance: 

Her hair is orange brown with cornflower tips. The way she styles her hair hides one of her lines. The main line that is shown juts out just under her cheek from her forehead while the other one only juts out slightly from the side of her eye. She’s more of a sports person than a bookworm. When she manifests her third line, it appears across and under her eyes. She switches between 3 types of bottoms. Pants, Long skirt, shorter skirt of which she wears jogging leggings underneath but they’re all dark blue you know.

Lines: 2 + 1

Skills/Abilities: 

General Magic: Offensive Magic - Due to the competitive environment of Walkis, she has a general grasp on nearly all learnable offensive magic spells. Being able to cast them with ease compared to more typical and unlethal spells. Her speed at casting these spells were unmatched during her time in middle school.

Personal Magic: Impart - Darren’s magic essentially allows her to balance out either magical power, strength, and weaknesses between her targets (living and non living) or with herself. It’s essentially cheating at life. The magic is highly confusing due to the fact that she doesn’t have to chant the words to the magic and its essentially treated as a debuffing magic (which is wrong because she aims to fight everyone on fair terms).

Impart Zero - It dispels a spell.

Impart Seconth: Impartial Vice - Instead of deducting and balancing their power, like a water dam. Water is added to balance both sides.

Summon: Themis (Goddess of Justice) - When summoned, the user’s wand transforms into a dull sword whilst Themis appears with blindfold with a scale in hand

Themis Inclination - Themis appears and buffs her attacks’ range but she rarely utilises this due to how lackluster it was against Rayne (ineffective) and other people

Impart Thirds: Divine Mercy - It’s essentially renders its' target a painless death. It's an instant kill move.

Impart Thirds: Divine Tears - Unlike Divine Mercy, this one's pure torture. (To be developed later) (Tears of Themis reference?)

Wandless Casting: Her aptitude to cast magic without a wand has earned her infamy and wanted death since she enrolled into Walkis in middle school. It has also made her wanted by a few subdivisions of the Bureau of Magic, namely Magic Talent and Magic Research Administration.

Immense Speed: Exactly what running at 4am, and doing marathons before starting class does.

Immense Endurance: Due to the fact she does running as a hobby, her stamina/endurance in terms of speed/running is more than decent. She can withstand advanced offensive spells typically used by the police.

Equipment:

Basic Wand - She prefers to not wield a wand though finding it too rudimentary for her purposes, hence many assume she cannot unleash her secondth and thirds magic (to which she has). It stays in her cloak mostly.

Infinite Storage Fabric - Lining her uniform’s robe it has the ability to store anything it can consume within its’ own subspace. She stores majority of her items in it. Even though it’s mass doesn’t change due to how many things there are, it still is a heavy fabric. It will help fish out whatever the user who is currently wearing the cloak wants to have.

Resistance bands - She carries it around to do some exercise. Especially when she’s in the kitchen

Thick Rope - She carries this around as well but its to apprehend anyone she sees.

Photo album of Rayne Ames - She carries this with her at all times alongside a self printing camera. Don't worry, she gets permission to take the pictures.

Family/History:

The Randel Family while not aristocrats or anything, take pride in their magic aptitude which is a recent cut above the rest. Born as a two-liner magic user, she was put on a pedestal with unwanted attention, which is why she has a hime cut to hide her other mark. Her parents treat her like a trophy child and place their expectations on her.

She’s an only child but has an extensive selection of uncles and aunts 5 each. But she prefers her grandma over everyone else.

She had a tendency to break her wands while practising magic as a kid. Due to this her family/parents decided to just stop supplying wands (cuz it was costly) which resulted in her adapting the way she casted magic spells without the use of a wand. During her entrance exam into Walkis, she was ridiculed for not having a wand and got into trouble while getting the highest score of her batch in terms of magic.

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I was tempted to add a Modern Magic/unmagic AU of this as well based on the anime endings which I find to be completely confusing even though they're fun. (SERIOUSLY, HOW IN THE WORLD DO RAYNE AND FINN HAVE FANCY OLD CARS THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE TO MAINTAIN WHEN THEY'RE CANONICALLY ORPHANS UNLESS DIVINE VISIONARY IN MODERN AU IS A SUPER RICH POSITION-)

[chachacancan]

I’ve seen some great batfam sports!au, like hockey players and ice dancers, and then some.

And you know what? I have something to offer you, the small niche of intersectional fans of both the batfam and Formula 1. There’s like three of us on here but I’m making this for us.

The batfam, but make it F1 🏎️:

Bruce: Used to be a driver, now team principal. Most definitely Mercedes. His team has been dominant for so long, and they’re an established, respected name in the sport. (He is def. Toto Wolff. Have you ever seen the actual Toto Wolff? He could be batman I kid you not.). He appointed Barbara as Mercedes’ main race-strategist, and Alfred, who used to be Bruce’s PR rep when he was a driver, is now Dick and Damian’s.

Dick: Is Bruce’s number one driver. Multiple times world champion, likeable loveable fashion forward superstar (your Lewis Hamilton type). He’s been there a long time and has seen it all. He’s loyal to his team and plans to remain there until he retires. He’s one of the last of the old guard.

Tim: Is Bruce’s second driver for a season when Jason’s contract is broken. Arrived directly from F2 with a lot of potential but not a lot of experience. The pressure was immense, especially to replace Jason Todd and drive alongside an established world champion, and while he did well for his rookie season, he was not what the team was looking for for a second driver. He is remanded to a back-of-the-field team affiliated with Mercedes while he grows and improves. Tim to Williams is what I’m saying.

Stephanie: Steph is a development driver for Mercedes for a few years before she gets her big break and is announced for Williams to drive alongside Tim. A bit reckless, a bit too quick on the restarts. She gets a lot of flack for hitting the walls a few times but she’s a fighter and she gets results.

Cassandra: Arguably one of the best on the grid, she starts her rookie year with a midfield team before immediately being poached by Ferrari. (In my head she is very much a Charles Leclerc type - kind of shy, kind of awkward, but real kind and a menace on the circuit). PR darling and generally well-liked, she manages to be one of the more aggressive drivers on track without the usual “reckless driver” allegations.

Damian: The second Mercedes driver alongside Dick. Originally picked straight out of F3 by Red Bull and sent to Alpha Tauri, their junior team - Bruce and Mercedes definitely bought the hell out of his contract (in my head Ra’s is the Red Bull team principal and Talia is Alpha Tauri’s) after his first year and brought him in to replace Tim. He’s one of the youngest drivers on the grid, and he has a reputation of being dangerous in wheel-to-wheel battles.

Jason: Used to be Dick’s teammate at Mercedes and even won a world championship against him (for those who are in the know: I’m not saying Jason is the Nico Rosberg to Dick’s Lewis Hamilton, but he did beat him in equal machinery, so…), but left the sport for two seasons after a bad crash. People were very surprised to see him back in F1 driving for Red Bull for a year before switching to that second Ferrari seat. (Come one: I had to give that Ferrari Rosso Corsa to a guy whose helmet is bright red).

Duke: A McLaren driver through and through: papaya orange shirt merchant and general internet celebrity. One of the more well-liked drivers on the grid. He used to briefly be in Alpine but was courted by other midfield teams when his contract ended, and has now been in McLaren for a few years. Definitely the F1 video games ambassador and an unforgettable presence in the Netflix F1 documentary/soap opera series.

Feel free to argue your batfamily member/F1 team opinions in the notes, just know that I will not 🙅🏻‍♀️take any Ferrari slander😤. Trust me I know what that makes me 🤡

[jaydflay4809]

“jealousy”

people experience jealousy

in many different ways

but no one that i know of

possibly suffers quite like me

i’m jealous of all the guys

with the perfect bodies

and they feel perfectly fine

or feel uncomfortably

i’m jealous of all the girls

who like what i do

but don’t get criticized

for liking their interests

i’m jealous of all the athletes

who don’t have two left feet

and have innate talent

for the sports they trust

i’m jealous of all the people

who can out their feelings

and not have the lingering feeling

that they feel wrong

i’m jealous of all the celebrities

because they’re paid for being them

when i get hurt for

my hobbies and affiliations

i’m jealous of my classmates

who do better than me at anything

because i believe that not being best

means you don’t meet regulations

i’m jealous of those i’ve helped

because of my altruism

who don’t know how i believe

that they are superior to me

i’m jealous of the old me

who i’m only a shell of

he’s now another person

i can never be

i’m jealous of everyone

because they have something i want

cause i feel too bad to say

that it’s what i need

so now you can see

the tip of my iceberg

cause by the sprouted seed

of my own jealousy

[firaloveatea]

I'm sure I forgot stuff but I tried to cover as much about her as possible.

Neon's Character Concept and Bio

Chaos Neon

Age: 18 (pre time skip)/20 (post time skip)

Height: 160cm

Blood Type: TBD

Birthday: 12/12

Affiliation: Straw Hats, Heart Pirates

Hair: Navy Blue, untamed curls/waves

Eye color: Red

Personality:

Growing up with Luffy, she actually has a very similar personality to him, though she has more brain cells and is willing to talk things out rather than fight all the time.

Trusting in an almost blinding fashion and devotion so strong she will put her needs last when her crew needs more attention.

Neon is as socially dumb as Luffy, but does have more common sense. She mostly doesn't understand things around romance, dating, and things of sexual nature besides what she experiences from Sanji and Brooks's preverted habits.

She is also very petty. The price will always be paid, just don't know when or how.

Out of the A.S.L. Neon is more like Sabo, where as Luffy and Ace are more similar. In disagreements it would be Neon & Sabo vs. Ace & Luffy or Ace & Sabo vs Luffy & Neon. It was a blue moon is any other combos happened.

Abilities:

Knife throwing+Accuracy

Neon has learned how to throw knives and works on her accuracy all the time. Yes, she can juggle the knives as well

Flexibility+Balance

Luffy likes to say Neon is part rubber from how flexible she is. She possesses double jointed and trained her body extensively all because as a child Ace and Sabo wanted to see how much she could fold her body in weird and odd ways. She liked the freak out it keeps practicing.

Neon also has amazing natural balance. I haven't figured out the full extend of this balance, but girl is a hard worker and keeps pushing her limits.

Haki

During the two year time skip, Neon learns and masters observation and armament haki.

Weapons:

Throwing Daggers:

Weight: 15.9oz Blade Thickness: 5mm Blade Length: 7-1/2" Blade Steel: 1050 High Carbon Handle Length/Material: 6-1/2" Overall Length: 14" Style: Knife Product Family: Thrower Steel Family: High Carbon Steels

Throwing Knives:

Weight: 6.4oz Blade Thickness: 3.5mm Blade Steel: 1055 Carbon Overall Length: 10" Style: Knife Product Family: Flight Sport Steel Family: High Carbon Steels

A leather whip

Concept History:

Neon originally started off as the Female Main Character for an original fiction work of mine called Neon Red Eyes. It was a Stardust-inspired fantasy world where Neon was the Hybrid Daughter of the terrible Demon King and a Powerful Witch. Her mother would eventually understand why the Demon King sought her out as the mother of his child and fled while heavily pregnant. 18 years later, Neon would come home to their little cabin to find her mother murdered and the King’s right hand waiting for her. She was tossed into the dungeon since emotional distress sealed away her powers the King was after. There, she would meet a Pirate Captain, who had been captured before her. His crew would pull off a heist and rescue their captain, bringing Neon along with them. It was mainly romance focused on Neon and the Captain, who would eventually take down the Demon King, but it never worked that part out.

When I finally caved and started One Piece, I took Neon and added her after making some changes that would make sense to the One Piece world. Having Magic and Demonic powers didn’t. Her being Buggy’s daughter was supposed to be funny and stuck. I wanted her to be Luffy’s childhood friend because that guy needs someone more consistently by his side. As I got further into the show, my inner simp was sad that I hadn’t found my favorite character. No one was tickling my fancy.

Then Trafalgar Law started to show up on my tiktok fyp, but he hadn’t appeared in show for me yet. I speed ran to Sabaody. Now my tiktok had been giving me Japanese dub Wano clips, nothing English dub. I watch dub because I multitask while watching my shows. I got to Sabaody, and I heard him speak. Matt Mercer. Sold. I found my favorite character and wanted to punch Kid in the face.

Now I won’t lie, Neon was meant for Luffy. Childhood friends to lovers cliché since I don’t do it often. But Trafalgar Law took over, Grumpy x Sunshine, Enemies to Lovers, it held more of my favorite troupes. The power dynamics and struggles. Her being bratty and him always wanting his plans to work out. I started my self indulgence dabbles that are now posted.

I do have a Luffy AU in my mind but to post both seems like too much work. There are differences but nothing huge. I could post all of pre-time arcs and then branch off after time skip but I’m not sure about posting both. I will write my Luffy AU dabbles and keep them for myself. Unless my sister and friends talk me into posting like they did with my Dabbles with Law.

Her last name being Chaos is super recent. I had brewed up a Crack AU where Della married Shanks during his year long stay in Windmill village, then stole Ace, Sabo and Luffy from Dadan and Garp wasn’t gonna fight Della.

I called it Chaos House AU, because of the chaos caused by the kids, yes, Uta would have stayed with them becoming Neon’s sister. So five chaotic children being raised by a pirate and a woman who thrives in chaos… the family name for Della and Neon being Chaos fit too well.

[stainapologists]

Having a hard time sleeping so here's more rambling stuff about Nozomi.

Her interest in Gyaru fashion is tied heavily with her transness. No matter what she does, she will always be at odds with what normative society considers attractive. Embracing the purposefully abrasive gaudiness and "impolite" hyper feminity of kogal aesthetics has been a source of comfort and gender euphoria for her.

2. She bleaches her hair and only recently learned to use toner. The bleaching, along with the way she back combs it, hot curls it, and adds streaks of wash out dye almost daily, means that her hair feels like straw. It's DRY.

3. Nozomi's gang tattoos are well hidden by her clothes and she goes out of her way to avoid changing in front of the other girls in 1-A to keep them hidden. She's no stranger to lying her way out of uncomfortable situations, but she's going to be at UA for a long while and she knows she won't be able to keep track of what she tells everyone.

4. On a related note, Nozomi's go-to for any personal questions her classmates might ask follow one of two routes. Behind door one, she answers their question with a different question related to the topic, usually by starting with an observation about the other student. Door two, she drops a one liner and walks off to let them chew it over. (example: Momo asks her about her family and Nozomi is strangely upbeat as she says "I don't have one!", then she leaves the common area)

5. She purposefully took a dive during the sports festival to avoid further attention. It's not like she's keyed up about potential internships, she's only becoming a hero because the other options, as stated by Nezu were: 'very dangerous reform school full of hardened criminals that may have something against her for her past affiliations' and 'prison'.

6. By the time she's enrolled in UA, her quirk's evolved a few times. Not that it matters. She can only use one shot-type, the soft shot, because it's the only attack her quirk produces that isn't potentially lethal. It's like being hit with a paintball gun. Most of her training is done with just hand to hand, because using her quirk against another student could be dangerous.

7. All Might doesn't exactly recognize who she is/was, but the first time they came face to face he told her she looked familiar. That made her clam right up.

8. She speaks Japanese with a heavy American accent, talks fast, slurs her words, and uses a lot of slang.

9. Despite the heaviness of their shared history, Nozomi does sincerely give a shit about Nezu (which is huge, for her), and not just because she'd be extremely boned if he died suddenly. The smoking and drinking worries her a lot, but that's lame, so instead of expressing that she just stares at him real hard and hopes he picks up on the concerned vibes she's putting off.

10. Nozomi grew up around drug dealers, pimps, and murderers + had fear beaten out of her as a small child. Bakugo does not scare or impress her. She thinks he's annoying, and that's it.

11. Midoriya annoys her as well. Different from the way Bakugo does. Midoriya bothers the fuck out of her because everything about him proves her world view wrong. Thinking about him for too long gives her existential dread. (And that too, is lame.)

12. Mineta is the only person besides Nezu she trusts enough to show her real personality. He finds the sharp contrast between Nozomi and her mask disconcerting, but she gets it. She's just glad that he doesn't tell everyone in class about it.

13. Her sense of humor is fucked. She thinks her memory of her first kill under Dahlia is funny. And she fail to understand why the mental image of a crying, frightened kindergartener taking aim at a bound gangster while being screamed at isn't humorous to anyone else.

14. The first time Nozomi's mask slips in front of her classmates, it's over a casual conversation with Mina and Hagakure. They were talking about boys, and when asked what kind of guy she liked, Nozomi went into a lecture about how to pick the right 'mark'. None of what she said had anything to do with attractiveness or personality, more to do with potential material and social benefits, and reward-to-risk ratios.

[alkuwariclan]

The Al-Kuwari clan serves as the primary financier of Al-Qaeda. 2023

The U.S. Treasury Department has released declassified information on Qataris associated with 'Al-Qaeda.' The Al-Kuwari clan is identified as the primary financial supporter of Al-Qaeda. Representatives of the Al-Kuwari family in key positions within Qatar's administration play a central role in financing and coordinating international terrorist cells, facilitated through a controlled banking network and non-profit organizations.

Kuwaris involved in Al-Qaeda's terrorist activities were included in U.S. sanctions lists from 2011 to 2015. Despite this, the direct involvement of five clan members, as documented by the U.S. Treasury Department, had no impact on their status or subsequent advancement within Qatar's power structure. They continued to be accepted within the international political establishment.

Ali Bin Ahmed al-Kuwari, Qatar's Minister of Finance, was previously included in this list, although this information has not been widely publicized. The provided dossier outlines the geographical scope of financial involvement and the connection with Qatar Charity. Ali Bin Ahmed al-Kuwari directed millions of dollars to 'Al-Qaeda' in Iraq and provided hundreds of thousands of dollars to members of 'Al-Qaeda' in Syria, 'Ash-Shabaab' in Somalia, and 'Al-Qaeda' in the Arabian Peninsula through the charitable organization Qatar Charity.

The financing schemes, totaling tens of millions of dollars, originated from the affiliated network of Islamic banking linked to Ali Bin Ahmed al-Kuwari, including Qatar National Bank, Qatar Islamic Bank, and Qatar International Islamic Bank, with intermediation through Barwa Bank and Masraf Al-Rayan.

Qatar Charity, led by Ali Bin Ahmed al-Kuwari's brother Yousef Ahmed al-Kuwari, maintains consistent accounts with QNB. The U.S. Interagency Counterterrorism Committee and the National Counterterrorism Center categorized Qatar Charity as a 'Tier III (TSE) terrorist support organization.' The organization has been implicated in several criminal cases initiated by victims of terrorist acts funded through the Islamic banking system managed by Ali Bin Ahmed al-Kuwari. These funds were used by Al-Qaeda to orchestrate attacks.

The British branch of Qatar Charity, rebranded as Nectar Trust, sponsored the Emaan Islamic Center in the United Kingdom. According to WikiLeaks data, the director of this center until 2020, Ahmed Alravi, was associated with supporting uprisings inspired by Al-Qaeda in Iraq and Palestine. The Qatar Centre for Voluntary Activity (QCVA), operating under the Ministry of Culture and Sports of Qatar, also participated in fundraising initiatives for radicals. The process was overseen by Abd al-Latif bin Abdullah al-Kuwari.

Abd al-Latif al-Kuwari was subjected to sanctions by the United States in August 2015 and by the United Nations in September 2015 for fundraising and working as a security officer for Al-Qaeda. As early as the 2000s, he facilitated the travel of Al-Qaeda leaders to Qatar. He was observed collaborating with Saad bin Saad al-Kabi in overseeing fundraising campaigns for Al-Qaeda in Syria, instructing donors to transfer funds to a controlled account in the Qatar Islamic Bank in Doha. Afterward, he worked in the Ministry of Municipality and Urban Planning in Qatar.

Collaborating alongside him was Salim Hasan Khalifa Rashid Al-Kuwari, who, according to the U.S. Treasury Department, provided financial and logistical support to Al-Qaeda and its handlers in Iran. He also facilitated the travel of extremist recruits on behalf of high-ranking Al-Qaeda coordinators based in Iran. Concurrently, he held a position in the Ministry of Interior in Qatar within the ‘civil defense’ sector, where he returned even after the scandal involving the U.S. Ministry and the exposure of his ties to terrorism.

[terrormadeinqatar]

Unraveling the Financial Connections: The Al-Kuwari Clan's Alleged Ties to Terrorism

Introduction:

The Al-Kuwari clan has been implicated in allegations of financing and coordinating international terrorist cells, particularly in connection with Al-Qaeda. This blog post delves into the reported involvement of key members of the Al-Kuwari family in financing terrorist activities and their alleged connection to a controlled banking network and non-profit organizations.

The Al-Kuwari Clan's Role in Financing Terrorism: Representatives of the Al-Kuwari family, reportedly holding influential positions within Qatar's administration, are said to play a central role in financing and coordinating international terrorist cells. Despite being included in U.S. sanctions lists from 2011 to 2015, certain clan members continued to advance within the country's power structure without facing consequences.

Financial Transactions and Charitable Organizations:

The Minister of Finance of Qatar, Ali Bin Ahmed al-Kuwari, has been implicated in directing millions of dollars to 'Al-Qaeda' in Iraq and providing substantial funds to members of 'Al-Qaeda' in Syria, 'Ash-Shabaab' in Somalia, and 'Al-Qaeda' in the Arabian Peninsula through Qatar Charity, a charitable organization he is connected to.

Islamic Banking Network:

Tens of millions of dollars reportedly flowed through an affiliated network of Islamic banking linked to Ali Bin Ahmed al-Kuwari. Key financial institutions involved include Qatar National Bank, Qatar Islamic Bank, and Qatar International Islamic Bank, with intermediation through Barwa Bank and Masraf Al-Rayan.

Qatar Charity and Its Alleged Support for Terrorism:

Qatar Charity, led by Ali Bin Ahmed al-Kuwari's brother Yousef Ahmed al-Kuwari, has faced scrutiny, with the U.S. Interagency Counterterrorism Committee and the National Counterterrorism Center categorizing it as a 'Tier III (TSE) terrorist support organization.' The organization has been implicated in criminal cases initiated by victims of terrorist acts funded through the Islamic banking system.

International Connections:

The British branch of Qatar Charity, rebranded as Nectar Trust, reportedly sponsored the Emaan Islamic Center in the United Kingdom, associated with individuals linked to supporting uprisings inspired by Al-Qaeda in Iraq and Palestine, according to WikiLeaks data.

Involvement of Qatar Government Entities:

The Qatar Centre for Voluntary Activity (QCVA), operating under the Ministry of Culture and Sports of Qatar, and overseen by Abd al-Latif bin Abdullah al-Kuwari, allegedly participated in fundraising initiatives for radicals.

Individual Sanctions and Continued Involvement:

Individuals like Abd al-Latif al-Kuwari, subjected to sanctions by the United States and the United Nations in 2015 for fundraising and working as a security officer for Al-Qaeda, reportedly continued to play roles within the Qatari government even after their sanctions. This includes collaboration with Salim Hasan Khalifa Rashid Al-Kuwari, who allegedly provided financial and logistical support to Al-Qaeda.

Conclusion:

The allegations surrounding the Al-Kuwari clan's financial connections to terrorism raise serious concerns about the effectiveness of international efforts to counter terrorism financing. Further investigations and actions may be necessary to address these allegations and ensure accountability.

[lifeofkaze]

A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 36: DESPERATE OFFERS

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

Warning: Language

WIGTOWN'S WANDERERS IN WORRYING DISARRY

The final hunt for the Quidditch Cup has officially begun. Will Parkins’ Wanderers shoot the Magpies off their throne, or will they end up as bird feed? Rita Skeeter investigates.

With the teams at the bottom half of the table deciding among themselves who’s going to be kicked down a division, a much more prestigious fight awaits on the other end of the spectrum (read how many Galleons Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports Ludo Bagman set on the Chudley Cannons’ demise on page 7).

If this season’s League trend can be trusted, the hunt for the trophy will be settled between the Montrose Magpies - current Quidditch champion and very comfortable at the top of the table - and their iron pursuers, the Kenmare Kestrels and the Wigtown Wanderers.

After the bombshell of Wigtown Chaser Jameson’s abrupt split from former agent and fiancé Matthew McRae - which both refused to comment on - it poses the question of whether her relationship is all Jameson is ready to throw to the wind. Reports of her attending meetings with Montrose Magpies affiliates and her alleged absence from practice sessions do nothing to stop the rumour mill.

With Montrose and Wigtown almost even in points, all eyes will be trained on their showdown on the final season day. Will Jameson stand with her Wanderers, or will Coach Parkin have to watch his back?

Lizzie had barely slept after she had broken the news about her transfer to Orion. Tossing and turning in her bed, she had run their conversation through her mind over and over again, and each time she had felt more like crying and laughing at the bitter irony of it all. It was a cruel joke fate had played on them, but not one they could undo now, either. Lizzie had made her decision, and considering all the pain it had brought her, maybe her time in Wigtown coming to an end was for the best. 

She repeated the thought to herself until she almost believed it, but when she next entered the changing room, her resolution to lay her cards on the table straightaway faltered. The team’s mood was good - excited, even, with the final round so close at hand - and the thought of having to spoil it made Lizzie’s stomach churn. 

The only one to give her a dark look as she passed her was Morgaine, but Lizzie didn’t care for her. She searched the room for the two men she needed but didn’t want to face, and found them standing by the door leading into the men’s section. Ethan was talking at Orion with a subdued voice, but the angry look on his face gave Lizzie a good idea of what his telling-off was about; no matter what Orion had told him about his reasons for missing practice, Ethan hadn’t taken his absence lightly. 

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Lizzie stepped closer to them, her heart beating in her ears. It took Ethan a moment to register her presence; when he did, he gave her a sharp look.

“What do you want?”

Feeling her courage dwindle, Lizzie ducked her head. 

“Nothing.”

Ethan looked like she had lost his mind, rolled his eyes and turned back to Orion. Cursing her cowardice, Lizzie left them to it, walking back to her seat with knees feeling like Jelly Slugs. 

The feeling of the ground beneath her feet slipping continued as practice began. With her lousy performance adding to her already fluttery nerves, Lizzie felt physically sick by the time the team trudged back into the changing room shortly before lunch. Pushing away the tight knot in her chest and she stood in the middle of the room, awkwardly clearing her throat. 

“Listen up, guys. There’s something I need to tell you.” 

“For Godric’s sake,” muttered Morgaine, not bothering with keeping her voice down. “Can you be quick about it? Some of us were headed out.”

Lizzie balled her fists at her side. Suddenly, the words seemed to pass her lips more easily.

“As you’re all aware, there’s been a lot of back and forth with my contract this season.” 

She looked over the room filled with the people who had been by her side for the last couple of years, her friends, her team. Her eyes settled on Ethan and a bewildered-looking Skye standing next to him. There was no turning back now.

“Having taken my career matters into my own hands again, I wanted to let you know that I’ve finally made a decision about my professional future.” 

From the corners of her eyes, Lizzie saw smiles spreading on Bethany and Scout’s faces, but before they could move in to congratulate her on her renewed contract, she carried on.

“I’m proud of how far we’ve come, and I loved my time here more than anything.” She took a deep breath. “Regardless, these will be my last matches with the Wigtown Wanderers. Come next season, I’m going to play for the Montrose Magpies.” 

The silence following her words was deafening. Lizzie dropped her gaze, studying the pattern in the tiled floor so she wouldn’t have to see the shocked and disappointed looks directed at her. Eventually, Skye spoke up.

“You’re kidding, right?” she said, her voice flat. “Jameson, come on. That’s bullshit.”

Lizzie slowly raised her eyes and shook her head.

“It’s not.”

Skye’s face changed from white to red more quickly than Lizzie had thought possible. 

“You let us blow smoke up your arse all this year, and now you have the guts to stand here and tell us that you want to leave? For Montrose?” Skye pushed herself off the locker she had been leaning against, joining Lizzie in the middle of the room with a couple of wide, angry strides. “Have you lost your bloody mind? You can’t do that to us!”

Lizzie couldn’t hold Skye’s burning gaze any longer, looking down at the tip of her Quidditch boots instead.

“Yes, I can. And I have. I’m sorry.”

“As you should be!” Skye’s voice was barely short of screaming. “You’re the co-captain! We’re banking on you, and you just go and drop us because some bloody club from bloody Montrose waves their trophies and money at you!”

“That’s not the reason I’m going.”

“Yes, it is. Everyone knows all you care about is fame. Be honest about it, at least.”

“That’s not the reason,” Lizzie repeated, her voice pressed.

“What is then, huh? Spit it out!”

Skye had raised her hands to Lizzie’s shoulders, looking like she was about to shove her, but then Ethan was there, bringing his hands between the two witches and firmly pushing them apart. 

“Enough,” he said sternly. His face was anything but friendly as he turned to Lizzie. “That true, lass? You’re leaving?”

All Lizzie could do was nod. Ethan’s face was unreadable. 

“Got anything else to say on the matter?” 

There were a lot of things, actually, but it wasn’t like Lizzie could say any of them out loud. Her eyes flicked to Orion, who sat beneath his locker, staring at the ground. Her anger dying down, Lizzie pressed her lips together and shook her head. Skye scoffed.

“Aye, keep quiet, like always when it counts.” She jerked her shoulder away from her father’s hand. “You did a lot of crappy things lately, but this is taking the Cauldron Cake.” 

Lizzie shook her head again, desperately now. “Skye, please. You don’t understand.”

“No, I don’t,” Skye barked. “How could I? Can say much about me, but one thing I’m certainly not - a traitor.”

Lizzie opened her mouth in protest. “I’m not a traitor!”

“Yes, you are. You smile in people’s faces and then stab them in the back without batting an eye. But what goes around, comes around, Jameson, you wait and see. Now get out of my changing room.”

Lizzie stared at Skye, tears of anger and helplessness pricking at her eyes. She fought them down, looking around the room for some sign of support. She didn’t find any. 

Blinking back the tears that were starting to rise, Lizzie drew her shoulders back, picked up her bag and walked away from the people she had - and still did - considered her team. Once the door had fallen shut behind her, her steps accelerated until she burst out into the open, greedily gulping down the fresh air already smelling faintly of summer and the nearby end of the season.

Walking at a brisk pace, Lizzie soon put a distance between herself and the changing rooms. By then, the tears she’d been holding at bay had begun down her face. When someone called her name from behind, she quickly wiped them away before turning around. 

“Quite the bombshell you just dropped,” Ethan said as he approached her with his hands stuffed into his pockets. “Are you okay?”

Lizzie sniffled. “I didn’t think it would be that nasty.”

“No gentle way of delivering such a blow. Skye took it quite personally.”

“What was I supposed to do?” Lizzie shrugged helplessly. “She’d have found out one way or another.”

Ethan made a sceptical sound. “Didn’t think about talking to her first? Or me, for that matter? Would’ve been fair to give us a little heads-up, I do think.” 

“I did try to tell you this morning.”

“Doesn’t matter what you tried, Lizzie. Matters what you did. Or, rather, what you didn’t do.”

Lizzie bit her lip. Ethan was right, of course, but telling Orion about her transfer had been crushing enough; she hadn’t wanted to go through it more times than strictly necessary. 

“Don’t fret,” Ethan sighed when Lizzie hung her head. “No use barring the doors when the Abraxan’s bolted. But cards on the table now,” he added, watching her closely. “What are you really playing at?”

Surprised, Lizzie blinked. “Nothing.”

“Aren’t you? I’d say quite the opposite. You and your agent -”

“He’s not my agent anymore.”

“- have kept us at arm’s length for over a year. You said Wigtown is your home, turned down every offer you got, and now suddenly you wanna go and play for the Magpies? The Magpies, of all teams?” Ethan shook his head. “If that’s not playing games, lassie, I don’t know what is.”

Lizzie swallowed the urge to tell Ethan about Matthew and his schemes. It didn’t matter anymore. Matthew was a thing of the past, and accepting Montrose’s offer had been her choice and hers alone. She wouldn’t push the responsibility for her decisions away any longer.

“No more games from now, I promise,” she told Ethan, looking him straight in the eye. “I’m sorry how everything went, but I stand by it. I’m leaving after the end of the season.”

“What do they have that we don’t?”

“It’s not that.”

“Is it money? Success? A safe spot on the roster? What do you want?” Ethan’s gaze was hard. “I don’t know what they promised you, but I guarantee that we can match it. Outdo it, even.”

“Ethan, listen…”

“Tell me what you’re after, and you’re gonna get it,” Ethan continued, not minding Lizzie’s protest. He lowered his voice, his words quick and urgent now. “All I want is to lead this club back to its rightful place at the top, and we’re almost there. We haven’t won the Cup in years, but we’re so close, Lizzie. So close. My father, my grandfather, my whole family… Do you know how proud they’d be? How proud Skye would be?” 

He stopped himself, running his hand over his receding hairline. “I want to win, but not for me - for them. To do that, I need the best team I can get, and that includes you. I can’t just let you go like this.” 

“The Wanderers are your legacy, not mine,” Lizzie said softly but firmly. “For me, Wigtown is a dead end.”

Ethan’s lips turned into a thin line. “Alright, I got you. I see what the issue is.”

“You do?”

“Sure as a Quaffle is red. You think you’re not getting recognised. You want the world to know that you matter.”

“That’s not -”

“Have your way, then. Be our captain.”

Whatever it was Lizzie had wanted to say, she had suddenly forgotten.

“Sorry, what?”

“You heard me. I get it. Being co-captain just isn’t the same. We can’t do it without you, and it’s only fair that this is being recognised.”

“You can’t mean that. Skye’s the captain. You can’t take that away from her!”

A look of irritation passed Ethan’s face. “Skye’s captain for as long as I say she is.” 

Lizzie was aghast at how easily Ethan was ready to demote his daughter.

“Do you even know how proud Skye is to be the captain? You publicly put her down time and time again, and still she gives it her all. You can’t just act like she’s interchangeable. How can you do that to her?” 

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Ethan replied coolly.

“What’s that supposed to mean now?”

“You say that I don’t care for Skye, but I could say the same of you. Can’t even remember how often the two of you locked horns over the years, and still, you stuck around. It’s handy, having a friend like Skye, ain’t it?” 

Lizzie struggled for words at the implication, but Ethan didn’t give her time to reply.

“Was a smart move to make, I’ll give you that. Quidditch business is tough, and you gotta look out for number one. You did well on that front, for sure.”

“Skye is my friend,” Lizzie said hotly, her speechlessness quickly turning to outrage. “I never used her for anything at all.”

“Is that so? Let me spell it out for you. Who talked the captain of your school team into doing out-of-turn-tryouts specifically for you? Who gave you a more thorough knowledge of Quidditch basics than the rest of your team?” Ethan’s face hardened. “Who made sure you got an invitation and contract with the Wanderers after school?

“And don’t come at me saying that it wasn’t Skye,” he raised his hand when Lizzie made to object. “No team in their right mind would have looked twice at an arrogant schoolgirl who turned them down because she thought she could go straight for number one. I wouldn’t have either. The only reason I gave you a second chance was because Skye begged me to.

“Maybe I am hard on her, no denying it, but that’s because I have her best interests at heart. Our legacy is no joke, and contrary to you, Skye hasn’t forgotten where she came from. You, Lizzie, would do well to do the same.”

“I know exactly where I came from, and also who took me where I am.” Anger bubbled beneath her skin, making Lizzie ball her hands into fists. “It was me. Everything I am today is because I worked for it. I deserve to be here.” 

“Tell that to yourself. How many players get a spot on the roster straight after school? Get a say in how the team is run? Get appointed co-captain even though they have a dated contract?” Ethan raised a hand to his ear. “What’s that, Lizzie? You gotta speak up, girl. Can’t hear you over all that self-entitled blabbering of yours.”

Lizzie gritted her teeth but remained quiet. As much as she hated it, Ethan wasn’t wrong. She had worked hard for her career, but so had all the others. So had Morgaine, for a fact, who - despite her talent - had never amounted to more than being Lizzie’s stand-in. 

Angrily, she shook her head. “I never asked for any of this.”

“Didn’t bother turning it down either,” Ethan shrugged. “I even looked the other way when you and Orion hit it off again. Stop gaping like a Mooncalf,” he added when the colour drained from Lizzie’s face. “Didn’t take the press reports to figure that one out. That’s the reason right there I didn’t want you kids to mess with each other. Nothing but trouble for anyone involved.” 

“You don’t understand,” Lizzie said, quietly now. 

“Maybe, and I honestly don’t care. I care about my team and where we’ll stand in the League in a few weeks. I’d do a lot to make sure it is on top. If you want to be there with us, you had better consider my offer and stay. Trust me, no other team will make it as easy for you as we do.”

Whatever sympathy Lizzie had had for Ethan vanished. She raised her chin defiantly. “Nothing you can offer me will change my mind, and that’s the last of it. But if you want to give my spot on the roster to Morgaine now, I’ll understand that.”

“Don’t think I’ll let you off the hook like that. I expect you to give this team your all until the very last second.”

“As if that ever was a question.”

“Good.” Ethan jerked his head toward the exit of the training grounds. “Go home for the rest of the day, or Skye will hang your butt from the goalposts. And from tomorrow, you’ll be the first to come and the last to leave, do you get me?”

“Clear as day.”

Giving her a curt nod, Ethan returned to the team while Lizzie headed home to pack her things. After everything that had happened, she didn’t want to suffer the humiliation of getting kicked out of the house by Skye on top.

Stuffing the few things she had unpacked the day before into her old school trunk, she thought about what Ethan had said. She hated the thought of owning her success to someone else but couldn’t dismiss the truth of it entirely, either. 

What if he was right? What if she didn’t have what it took to make it on her own? Montrose had crushed Orion when he’d been there. What if she failed, just like him?

The nagging doubts Ethan had planted in her head steadily grew over the next couple of weeks, during which Lizzie’s life reduced itself to being on the Quidditch pitch or contemplating her decision lying curled up in her room at her parents’ house in Dorset. 

Soon, even the thought of having to attend practice became exhausting. Lizzie didn’t feel welcome in Wigtown anymore, the more or less open hostility of her teammates draining her more than Ethan’s drill ever could. The only person who didn’t seem to be angry with her was Orion, but Lizzie would sooner face the collective disdain of her team than deal with how her heart hurt a little more every time he avoided her eyes. 

It was lonely without him and Skye, but it wasn’t like she could change it now. All Lizzie could do was grit her teeth, work harder than ever, and hope that the season would be over soon.

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You’ve mentioned that you find the leafs specifically have a narrative. Could you expand on that?

sorry, this got kind of lonG BUT !!!! THERE IS SO MUCH TO THE LEAFS INDIVIDUALLY AND AS A TEAM.. can’t summarize it all but enjoy a small rant below...

they’re kind of a perpetual underdog in a lot of ways, at least in recent history. every non-fan likes to clown on them for being unable to make it out of the first round of playoffs the past SIX YEARS in a row…like they’re a shoo-in for the actual spot and then… just can’t win a series of games to make it out of the first round. but at this point, it feels like SUCH a mental barrier for them. they have all this star power on their team (savior of the franchise boy from the desert first round first overall 2016 draft pick auston matthews…. magician home grown toronto boy first round 4th overall 2015 pick mitch marner……. first round 8th overall 2014 pick WILLY ((need i say more after his recent performances)) …… veteran captain first round first overall 2009 pick returning to his hometown team and betraying what was supposed to be his career-long position on the islanders for a chance at a cup at home and to play with some promising players john tavares… actually so many members of this team coming to toronto bc it’s dear to them.. some taking huge pay cuts just to be in toronto.. play for a historic team like the leafs with all this talent and promise and belief and fanfare) and everyone thinks they should be able to do it and they just haven’t yet. but it feels inevitable that they will have some playoff success and i want to be on the side of rooting for them when they do bc they’re genuinely just……….. good. and they deserve it big time. like, hockey is such a team sport in so many ways, and your star players can’t just carry everything in order to succeed, so the leafs have dealt with some changes and some tweaking and some not-so-good goaltending but… luck will be on their side eventually (this year, i believe it) and they WILLLLLL get what they deserve and have worked hard for. it literally feels like one of those sports movies when the person or team has to overcome so much that they go on their little redemption and success arc…. like you could make a movie out of the leafs journey… they jsut gotta get the cup first to fully accomplish the storyline.

and like.. not only that and each player’s individual journey to the team.. and the player/player and player/coach dynamics.. but also just. sheldon keefe as the coach… kyle dubas as gm… two men who have a history of trust and working together and succeeding in hockey… elevating themselves to the highest league and having this shared vision for how to operate a team. and it literally WORKS. like the toronto marlies (aka the ahl affiliate team) won the calder cup with them as coach and gm in 2018…. proof that their methods work at the level right below the nhl… it does not get more tried and tested than THAT..… SUCCESS IS SO POSSIBLE and the leafs demonstrate it during regular season time and time again. and sheldon keefe as the coach… following the firing of the old-school-hard-ass mike babcock who was extra tough on his players and employed questionable methods of coaching (don’t get me started on him and mitch…) and wanted this element of like.. inter-team competition almost….. such a stark contrast to keefe’s methods of accountability and belief in each other…. it’s just. POETIC is what it is. the leafs are such a TEAM. like they have fun out there and they enjoy each other and they respect their coach and have great relationships with management… and they manage to do all that in one of the worst media markets in sports ive ever seen like truly lfkldjsfkld toronto media is such a circus about them, like all sports, but the leafs have such solidarity when they talk to the media like… they just seemingly don’t let things get to them and they protect each other and don’t take shit and i just love it.

anyway. LKFJSDKL I HOPE THIS MADE ANY SENSE WHATSOEVER BUT LIKE. success is coming for them as long as they keep plugging along and getting better and more well-rounded. let’s fucking GO leafs.