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Polsek Sintang Kota Lakukan Pengamanan Unras

Sintang – Puluhan aparat Polres Sintang dan Polsek Sintang Kota, bersiaga di Taman Entuyut Jalan Pkp Mujahidin, Kecamatan Sintang di lanjutkan ke Kantor Bupati Sintang, untuk antisipasi penyampean Aspirasi Para Kades, Ratusan personel Polres Sintang dan Polsek Sintang Kota itu giat pengamanan Aspirasi Damai pada Rabu (11/09/2024). Kapolsek Sintang Kota Iptu Karsa, mengatakan, ada sekitar Ratusan…

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DPW PRIMA Adakan Aksi Damai Tuntut Proses Tahapan Pemilu Dihentikan, dan Minta KPU RI di Audit

DPW PRIMA Adakan Aksi Damai Tuntut Proses Tahapan Pemilu Dihentikan, dan Minta KPU RI di Audit

LAMPUNG7COM | Dewan Pimpinan Wilayah Partai Rakyat Adil Makmur (DPW PRIMA) Provinsi Lampung mengadakan aksi damai terkait Transparansi Komisi Pemilihan Umum Republik Indonesia (KPU RI) di tugu Adipura, Kota Bandar Lampung, Selasa (13/12/2022). Aksi Damai yang dipimpin langsung oleh Ketua DPW PRIMA, Badri tersebut guna mendesak KPU RI untuk transparan demi Pemilu yang demokratis, jujur dan…

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Tolak Undang-Undang KUHP Sejumlah Mahasiswa Gelar Unras Didepan Gedung DPRD Jawa Barat

Tolak Undang-Undang KUHP Sejumlah Mahasiswa Gelar Unras Didepan Gedung DPRD Jawa Barat

BANDUNG, SAMBASNEWS.ID – Ratusan mahasiswa yang tergabung kedalam Himpunan Mahasiswa (HIMA) dari berbagai elemen menggelar aksi unjuk rasa menolak Undang-Undang KUHP di depan gedung DPRD Jabar, pada jumat (9/12/2022). Menurut Fikri Azhari mahasiswa Universitas Islam Negeri Sunan Gunung Djati Bandung, yang menjadi salah satu koordinator aksi ini, mengungkapkan dirinya mewakili HIMA PERSIS Jawa…

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Petugas Kebersihan Kembali Unras, Bawa Truk Bermuatan Sampah Ke Balai Kota P.Siantar

PEMATANGSIANTAR (Waspada): Petugas kebersihan berjumlah ratusan orang kembali melakukan aksi unjuk rasa (Unras) dengan membawa puluhan mobil truk pengangkut sampah yang bermuatan sampah ke depan Balai Kota Pematangsiantar, Jl. Merdeka, Senin (25/3). Akibatnya, jalan menjadi macet dan berbau bermacam sampah muatan mobil truk, apalagi massa petugas kebersihan yang membawa spanduk berisi aspirasi…

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demystifying UNRA's Autonomy in Securing Steadfast National Development demystifying

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the Finger of God is real!

October 7 War 2023 - Flooding and Earthquakes distract the world from Israel.

Va’era (I APPEARED) * I Made Myself Known Exodus 6:2-9:35, Ezekiel 28:25-29:21. Romans 9:14-17; 2 Corinthians 6:14-7:1 January 13, 2024 * 3 Shevat 5784 Day 100 of October 7 Shemini Atzeret Simchot Torah War Isa 52:6  Therefore my people shall know my name: therefore they shall know in that day that I am he that doth speak: behold, it is I.  Israel is Gathered in Security Eze 28:25  Thus…

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Polres Demak Lakukan Pengamanan Aksi Unras Aliansi Gempur

Polres Demak Lakukan Pengamanan Aksi Unras Aliansi Gempur

RELASIPUBLIK.OR.ID, DEMAK  || Ratusan personel Polres Demak dikerahkan untuk pengamanan aksi unjuk rasa yang dilakukan oleh Masyarakat yang mengatasnamakan Gerakan Masyarakat Peduli Rob (Gempur). Aksi masa menyerukan Demak Tolak Tenggelam dilakukan di depan gedung DPRD Demak, Kamis (8/12/2022). Dalam aksinya, ratusan masa aksi Demak Tolak Tenggelam bertemu di titik kumpul kantor Kecamatan Bonang,…

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Have you seen this tweet/picture providing evidence that UNRA is working with Hamas?

This evidence was created by Dr. Eli David on Twitter proving that Hamas is working with the UNRA on Jan 27 a day after the UNRA announced that nine countries has suspended their funding after accusation of Hamas working for UNRA

Source

When I first saw this post I found this really suspicious as the UNRA had just announced their situation and the allegations against them. So with the help of Reverse Google Images I manage to find out that the so-called "Hamas militants" are actually the Rafah police.

The picture was from the Rafah Police Facebook account with the captions translating saying they are sending aid into Gaza back in Jan 10 on a Facebook post.

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As of right now the post has gain over 1 MILLION views, 12.2K reposts, and 381 requotes with NO COMMUNITY NOTES debunking this post.

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✨His second exception - Pt. 10/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Dirty Talk, Language, fluff

Word Count: 7143

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 10 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

The next few weeks were filled with family meetings, work, and a lot of bonding time. And by bonding time, Ben definitely meant sex. The two of you made up for all the lost time, nearly everywhere in the house and even at work. So, it wasn’t a surprise when you found Ben’s face pressed against your chest after he roughly opened your blouse just as you placed some files on Butcher’s desk.

“Ben”, you giggled, trying to sound stern but failing miserably, “not here”.

Ben groaned against your skin, his breath hot and desperate. “Definitely here”, he murmured, his voice husky with need. Without waiting for another protest, he roughly grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and sitting you on Butcher’s desk. Your heart raced as he pushed up your skirt, his hands firm and insistent.

You gasped, a mixture of shock and excitement flooding through you. “Ben, we can’t…”.

His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a raw intensity. “We can, and we fucking will”, he growled, his hands already working to slide your panties aside.

The thrill of the forbidden, combined with Ben’s overpowering desire, left you breathless. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers teased you. You moaned against his lips, your body responding despite your mind’s protests.

“Ben”, you whispered, your voice trembling, “butcher could walk in”.

He smirked, his fingers never stopping their tantalizing movements. “Then we better be quick”, he said.

With one hand still caressing you, he used the other to open his supe suit just enough to free his throbbing length. The sight of him, so eager and ready, sent another thrill through you.

“Ben”, you gasped, trying to keep your voice down, “we really shouldn’t…”.

But the words died on your lips as he positioned himself between your thighs, his need evident and overwhelming. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “You want this as much as I do”, he whispered, his voice a seductive promise.

Your resolve melted away as he began to push inside you, the sensation electrifying. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your hands gripping the edge of Butcher’s desk for support. Ben moved with a desperate urgency, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

“We have to be quiet”, you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

“Then keep it down”, he growled softly, his hands gripping your hips as he drove deeper. The mix of his roughness and the thrill of being caught made it impossible to stay silent, but you tried your best, your breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps.

Ben barely contained his supe strength, his thrusts powerful and demanding. You tried to keep up with his pace, but it was difficult. Each deep thrust sent a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your body, but you found yourself craving more, the intensity overwhelming.

“Ben”, you gasped, your voice strained. “It’s so…”.

He growled against your neck, his breath hot and ragged. “You can take it”, he whispered fiercely. “You’re mine”.

His words, combined with the roughness of his movements, pushed you closer to the edge. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, each thrust driving you higher. Your fingers dug into the edge of the desk, trying to find some stability as you felt yourself teetering on the brink of release.

Ben’s grip on your hips tightened, his pace relentless. He was right on the edge himself, barely holding back.

Just as you felt yourself about to unravel, Ben leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this intense, shared moment. Your body tensed, and with a final, powerful thrust, you were sent over the edge.

Ben followed moments later, his own release a low, guttural groan against your lips. He held you tightly, both of you trembling from the intensity of it all. For a moment, you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring the aftermath of your shared passion.

But as reality slowly seeped back in, you both hurried to adjust your clothes, trying to compose yourselves. Ben’s eyes were still dark with lingering desire, but there was a softness in them too, a silent promise of more moments like this.

“You’re impossible”, you murmured, a breathless laugh escaping your lips.

“And you love it”, he replied, a satisfied smirk on his face.

You shook your head, smiling as you gathered the scattered files. Just as you were about to leave, the door swung open, and Butcher walked in, his eyes immediately narrowing in suspicion.

“What the bloody hell is going on here?”, he demanded, his gaze flicking between you and Ben.

You quickly held up the files, trying to look innocent. “Just dropping off these files”, you said.

Butcher’s eyes narrowed further, clearly not buying your explanation. Just as you and Ben walked through the door, Butcher wrinkled his nose, a look of disgust crossing his face. “It smells like you two cunts just fucked in here”, he cursed, shaking his head.

“Must be your imagination, Butcher”, you chuckled.

Butcher shot you a glare. “Imagination, my arse”.

As you walked out of the room, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, Ben’s hand lingered at the small of your back, guiding you forward. Once you were out of Butcher’s sight, Ben’s hand slipped lower, and you felt him tug your panties higher underneath your skirt. The sensation of his cum smearing around your clit made you gasp softly, your body responding to the intimate touch even as you tried to keep your composure.

“Ben”, you whispered urgently, trying to swat his hand away, but he just smirked and kept his hand firmly in place.

“Consider it a reminder”, he murmured in your ear, his voice low and filled with promise. “Of what’s waiting for you later”.

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, the thrill of being caught making your heart race. You managed to keep walking, feeling Ben’s presence close behind you, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

As you reached your office, you quickly slipped inside. Ben followed, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He stepped closer, his hand once again finding its place on your thigh.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”, he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You’re one to talk”, you replied, your voice breathless.

As Ben began to open your blouse again, you caught his wrists, stopping him. “I can’t”, you whined softly, your voice a mix of exhaustion and desire. “It’s been three times today already and it’s not even 11 a.m. I’m sore”.

Ben grumbled softly, his frustration evident. “Alright”, he sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw before reluctantly pulling away. He didn’t bother closing your blouse, leaving it partially open as he stepped back, his eyes still filled with hunger.

“I’ll let you rest for now”, he said, his tone playful but laced with a promise. “But tonight, you’re mine”.

You couldn’t help but smile at his persistence, despite your current state. “Tonight”, you agreed, straightening your clothes and trying to regain some semblance of professionalism.

Ben gave you one last lingering look before turning to leave. “Get some fucking work done then”, he teased, winking at you as he opened the door.

You watched him go, your heart still racing. Despite the intensity and sometimes overwhelming passion, you wouldn’t trade your life with Ben for anything. He kept things exciting and unpredictable, and you loved him all the more for it.

The rest of the day was a blur of work, your thoughts frequently drifting back to Ben and his touch. The anticipation of the evening kept you going, adding a thrill to your routine tasks.

While Ben took a shower, you prepared dinner, enjoying the comfortable routine the two of you had developed over the last few weeks. The kitchen was filled with the warm, inviting aromas of your cooking, and you hummed softly to yourself, feeling content.

Upstairs, Ben stepped out of the shower, the steam billowing around him as he grabbed a towel. As he dried off, he rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, searching for his razor. His movements were methodical at first, but then he froze.

There, tucked away in a corner of the drawer, was a white, thick stick with a blue cap. His heart pounded as he picked it up, his mind racing. It was a pregnancy test.

Ben stared at the test, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face. He hadn’t known you were worried enough to take one. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

After getting dressed, Ben walked downstairs, the pregnancy test still in his hand. He found you standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled delicious. He approached you from behind, placing the test on the corner of the counter within your view. He didn’t move away, effectively caging you between his chest and the counter.

“What’s this?”, he asked softly, pointing to the stick.

You froze for a moment, the spoon in your hand suspended mid-air.

“I took it last week”, you admitted, setting the spoon down and turning off the stove. “Even though I’m on an IUD, my period was late, and I got worried”.

Ben’s eyes softened as he listened, but he didn’t move away. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked, his voice gentle but firm.

You sighed, looking down at your hands. “I didn’t want to worry you unless there was something to worry about. And… it’s not positive”.

Ben’s heart skipped a beat, a mixture of disappointment and hurt evident on his face. He gently turned you around so you were facing him, his hands resting on your shoulders. You kept your gaze down, feeling a pang of guilt.

“I didn’t want to give you hope just to disappoint you”, you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

Ben sighed, lifting one hand to gently tilt your chin up so you would look at him. “Hey, look at me”, he said softly. When your eyes met his, you saw the mix of emotions there—disappointment, yes, but also understanding and love.

“I get why you didn’t want to tell me”, he said, his voice calm and steady. “But I want to be there for you, for everything. The good and the bad. We’re a team, remember?”.

You nodded, tears threatening to spill over. “I’m sorry, Ben. I should have told you”.

Ben leaned in, his lips brushing gently against yours in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with understanding, reassurance, and love. You felt the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his gesture, and it made your heart swell.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “It’s okay”. he whispered, his voice soft but firm. “Just promise me, no more secrets. We face everything together, no matter what”.

You nodded, tears spilling over but feeling a sense of relief. “Okay”, you whispered back. “No more secrets”.

Ben pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You leaned into him, feeling the strength and comfort of his presence. It was in moments like these that you realized just how much you cherished the bond you shared.

After a few moments, Ben pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a gentle smile. “Now, finish dinner”, he grinned. “I´m fucking starving".

You chuckled softly, feeling a bit more at ease. “Right. Dinner”.

As you turned back to the stove to finish preparing the meal, Ben stayed close, helping with small tasks and keeping the conversation light and easy.

Once everything was ready, you both sat down at the table, the atmosphere warm and relaxed. You chatted about your day, shared stories and laughed together.

Later that night, as you curled up together on the couch, watching a movie, you felt a deep sense of contentment. Ben’s arm was wrapped around you, his hand gently stroking your hair. The love and trust you shared were palpable.

As the weeks passed and Ben’s birthday drew closer, you thought quite a while about what to get him. There wasn’t much he had interests in. His main interest was pretty much you. Right now, he was on a mission again for over two weeks, and you were going crazy without him. Over the last few weeks, you had healed more and more, and the thought of trying for another baby again had crossed your mind over and over.

Ben wouldn’t be home until tonight, just in time for his birthday. And now, you finally had an idea for his present. It was a gift that you knew would mean the world to him, something he had wanted for so long but had put aside for your sake.

You spent the rest of the day preparing everything. You made sure the house was clean and cozy, the way he liked it. You cooked his favorite meal, making sure to include all his favorite dishes. You even baked a cake, decorating it with care. But the most important part of your preparation was more personal.

A week ago, you had started working on a special project—a photo book. This wasn’t just any photo book; it was one meant for the baby you hoped to have together. You had collected all the photos of you and Ben since you first met, capturing moments of joy, love, and everything in between.

Now, you were at the first empty page. You drew little pacifiers and bottles, adding small, whimsical touches that made the page feel warm and inviting. At the top of the page, you wrote in your neatest handwriting: “Daddy finding out Mommy wants to try for me”.

As you worked on the book, you couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of peace and anticipation. Each photo you chose, each doodle you added, was a step towards the future you both wanted. You knew this gift would mean the world to Ben, and it symbolized a new chapter in your lives.

With the photo book completed, you carefully wrapped it in elegant paper and tied it with a ribbon. You placed it on the table next to his usual seat.

As evening approached, you lit a few candles, dimming the lights to create a warm, intimate ambiance. You changed into a simple but elegant dress, something you knew Ben liked, and touched up your makeup.

Finally, you heard the sound of the door opening. Your heart leaped with joy and anticipation. As Ben stepped inside, he put his shield down and kicked off his boots. You quickly walked over to him, ready to kiss him and welcome him home, but he grumbled something about needing a shower and went straight upstairs, not even glancing at you, your dress, or the beautifully prepared table.

You stood there, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over you. The dinner was still in the oven, keeping warm, but the joy you had felt moments ago was quickly fading. Your shoulders slumped, and you fought to keep the tears at bay. You had put so much effort into making this evening special, and his dismissal felt like a punch to the gut.

Determined not to let it ruin the evening, you took a deep breath and tried to stay positive. Maybe he was just exhausted from the mission. You decided to give him some time to shower and relax. You busied yourself in the kitchen, checking on the food and making sure everything was perfect.

After what felt like an eternity, you heard the water shut off upstairs. A few minutes later, Ben came down, looking more refreshed but still wearing a tired expression. He finally seemed to notice the effort you had put in.

“What’s all this?”, he asked, his eyes scanning the table and the decorations.

You forced a smile, trying to hide your earlier disappointment. “I wanted to make your birthday special. I cooked your favorite meal and even baked a cake”.

“My birth—my…”, Ben mumbled, looking confused for a moment. He pulled out his phone, squinting at the time and date. The clock read 00:30; it was indeed his birthday. He looked back up at you, a mixture of surprise and something softer in his eyes. “I totally forgot it was my birthday”, he admitted. “It’s been so long since anyone really cared about it”.

You walked closer. “Well, I care”, you said softly. “I wanted to make it special for you”.

Ben’s expression softened even more, and he pulled you close.

Ben didn’t say anything; he just pulled you into a tight hug, nearly crushing you with his strength. For a moment, he seemed to forget his superhuman abilities - again, and you felt the air being squeezed out of your lungs.

“Ben”, you gasped, patting his back gently to remind him to ease up.

He immediately loosened his grip, stepping back slightly with an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry”, he mumbled.

You chuckled softly, knocking on your chest a few times to get the air back in. “It’s okay”, you said, still catching your breath. “Just don’t forget your strength sometimes”.

Ben gave a sheepish smile, his eyes full of warmth and affection. “I’ll try to remember”.

You reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, let’s enjoy your birthday dinner”, you said, leading him to the table.

Ben followed you, his expression softening as he took in the beautifully set table and the effort you had put into making the evening special. He sat down, and you began serving the food, making sure to give him a generous portion of his favorites.

“This looks amazing”, Ben said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. “Thank you for doing all this”.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. “You’re welcome. You deserve it”.

As you both started eating, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Ben’s eyes sparkled slightly with happiness, and you could see the weight of his mission lifting from his shoulders.

When the meal was over, you stood up to bring out the cake. Ben’s eyes widened in delight as you placed it in front of him, the candles flickering softly. “You really baked a cake?”, he asked, sounding genuinely touched.

“Of course”, you said with a smile. “No birthday is complete without cake”.

After what seemed like an eternity of you arguing about how it wasn't 'gay' to blow out candles as a man, Ben finally surrendered.

He blew out the candles, and you cut the cake, serving each of you a generous slice. As you ate, the warmth of the evening enveloped both of you, creating a perfect moment of togetherness.

After a while, Ben leaned back in his chair, looking at you with a contented smile. “You cook pretty fucking amazing for your age”, he said, his tone half teasing, half sincere. “Considering how women nowadays are raised”.

You raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful smirk. “Oh, really? And how exactly are women raised nowadays, according to you?”.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You know what I mean. A lot of people don’t know their way around the kitchen anymore. But you… you’ve got a real talent for this”.

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. “Well, thank you. I enjoy cooking, especially for someone who appreciates it”.

He glanced around the room again, taking in all the little details you had put together for the evening. “I can’t remember the last time someone did something like this for me”.

You smiled contentedly, feeling the warmth of his appreciation, before the excitement began to bubble up inside you again. You nodded towards the wrapped book beside his plate. "Open it", you grinned, your eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Ben looked at you curiously but reached for the book, carefully unwrapping it. You grabbed your Polaroid camera, ready to capture the moment you had been eagerly anticipating. As he flipped through the pages, his expression softened, and he smiled slightly at the photos of the two of you, capturing moments of joy and love from the past few months.

He paused occasionally, commenting on a particular photo or memory, his eyes reflecting the happiness of those times. Your heart swelled as you watched him, knowing how much these memories meant to him.

As he neared the last page, you raised the camera, ready to snap the photo. Ben's expression turned slightly confused as he saw the doodles of pacifiers and bottles. His eyes scanned the words at the top of the page: "Daddy finding out Mommy wants to try for me".

For a moment, he just stared at the page, his mind processing the message. Then, as the realization hit him, his face went pale, and his eyes widened in shock. His hands trembled slightly as he looked up at you, his voice barely a whisper. "Are you fucking serious?".

You nodded. "Yeah. I'm ready. I want to try again".

At that exact moment, you clicked the shutter on the Polaroid camera, capturing his raw, emotional reaction. The picture developed, showing Ben's astonished expression, a moment frozen in time that you knew you would treasure forever.

He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking his chair over, and pulled you into his arms. You barely managed to put the camera and photo aside as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. His strength and urgency were palpable as he headed straight for the bedroom.

“Ben!”, you chuckled breathlessly, “just now?”,

“Of course fucking now”, he growled, his voice filled with a raw intensity. “I’m gonna fuck you as long as it takes to get that baby inside you”.

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”.

He grinned. “Not when it comes to this”.

He kicked open the bedroom door, carrying you inside and laying you down on the bed with surprising gentleness, given his earlier urgency.

You pushed Ben down onto his back and stood up from the bed, grinning at him. “After all, it is your birthday”, you said playfully.

Ben’s eyes followed your every move, filled with a mix of hunger and anticipation. You stood in front of the bed, slowly peeling off your dress, revealing a new rose lace set adorned with delicate bows and strings.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me tonight”, he grumbled, his voice thick.

You laughed softly, enjoying the effect you had on him. “That’s the plan”, you teased, running your hands over your body, highlighting the intricate details of the lingerie.

Ben’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his body visibly reacting to your teasing. “Come here”, he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

You took your time, sauntering over to the bed with a seductive sway in your hips. You climbed onto the bed, straddling him, your hands resting on his chest. You could feel his heart racing beneath your palms, mirroring your own excitement.

He reached up, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. “You gonna keep this on”, he growled, his voice filled with possessive desire.

You smirked, leaning down to brush your lips against his. “If that’s what you want”, you whispered teasingly.

His hands roamed over the lace, fingers tracing the delicate patterns. “It’s exactly what I want”, he murmured, his grip tightening on your hips.

You moved your hips slowly, teasing him with just enough friction to drive him wild. His breathing became ragged, his eyes darkening with need. “You’re going to be the death of me”, he muttered, his hands sliding up your back.

“Then let’s make it memorable”, you replied.

You leaned back, giving him a full view of your body in the lingerie. His eyes followed every movement, and you could feel the intensity of his gaze. Slowly, you began to rock your hips again, grinding against him in a rhythm that had you both gasping for breath.

Ben groaned deeply, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as he tried to pull you closer. But you shook your head, a playful smile dancing on your lips as you reached for the hem of his shirt instead.

“Patience”, you murmured, tugging his shirt upwards. He reluctantly released his hold on you, lifting his arms so you could pull the shirt off completely. His bare chest, chiseled and strong, was now exposed to you, and you couldn’t resist running your hands over his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your fingers.

Ben’s eyes followed your movements. “You’re teasing me”, he growled softly, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

You leaned down, pressing a series of slow, deliberate kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “Maybe a little”, you admitted, your breath hot against his skin.

He growled again, a low, rumbling sound that sent a thrill through you. His hands slid back up to your hips, his grip firm and possessive. “You know what that fucking does to me”, he said, his voice rough with need.

You smiled, enjoying the power you had over him. “I know”, you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. “But it’s your birthday, remember? I want to make it special”.

With that, you slowly began to move your hips again. His hands tightened on your hips, and he let out a deep, throaty moan, his eyes closing briefly in sheer pleasure.

You continued your teasing, your movements slow and deliberate, building the tension between you. Ben’s breathing grew heavier, his body tensing beneath you as he struggled to maintain control. You could see the raw desire in his eyes, the need to claim you completely.

Finally, you sat back on your heels, your eyes locked with his as you slowly pulled down his sweatpants and boxershorts. You threw them to the ground, revealing his throbbing length. Ben’s breath hitched in anticipation, and as soon as he realized what you were up to, he let himself fall back against the headboard, his eyes closing in surrender.

Your delicate fingers wrapped around him, and a deep groan escaped his lips. You could feel the heat and hardness beneath your touch, his need evident and urgent. You started with slow, teasing strokes, your thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, eliciting a shiver from him.

“Fuck”, he muttered, his voice strained. The sound of his need sent a thrill through you, heightening your own arousal. You tightened your grip slightly, continuing the slow, teasing strokes, feeling the powerful throb of his arousal beneath your touch.

Ben’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes fluttered open, he looked down at you with a mixture of awe and longing. You could see the tension in his body, every muscle taut as he fought to maintain control.

You maintained eye contact, letting him see the pleasure you took in touching him. With each stroke, you varied the pressure and pace, keeping him on edge, never letting him fully relax into the sensation. Your thumb brushed over the sensitive tip again, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed, making him shiver.

His hands found their way into your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as soon as your lips finally touched him. You began with a gentle kiss on the tip, feeling the heat and hardness beneath your lips. His reaction was immediate, a deep groan rumbling through his chest as his fingers tightened in your hair.

Slowly, you let your tongue flick out, tasting him. The salty tang of his pre-cum heightened your own arousal, and you couldn’t help but smile as you saw his eyes darken further. You took him into your mouth, inch by inch, savoring the feel of him filling you.

Ben’s grip on your hair grew firmer, not forceful, but guiding, as if he couldn’t help but follow the rhythm you set. You began to move, your mouth sliding up and down his length, your tongue swirling around the head with each ascent. The sensation drove him wild, his hips bucking slightly in response.

“You feel so good”, he muttered, his voice thick with need.

You responded with a soft hum, the vibrations making him shudder. You increased your pace slightly, your hand wrapping around the base of his shaft to stroke in time with your mouth. Each movement was deliberate, designed to drive him closer to the edge.

His breathing grew more erratic, and you could feel the tension building in his body. You hollowed your cheeks, creating a tight seal as you took him deeper, your throat relaxing to accommodate his length.

As he felt himself getting close, Ben’s grip tightened in your hair, and he pulled you away a bit roughly. The suddenness of it made you look up at him in surprise. His chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

“No way am I wasting this”, he growled, his voice low and filled with determination. “Not when I want to get you fucking pregnant”.

He lifted you effortlessly, laying you back on the bed with a mix of tenderness and urgency. You could see the raw need in his eyes as he positioned himself over you, his hands moving to your hips.

With a swift motion, he pulled your panties aside, the lace catching momentarily before giving way. You gasped, feeling the cool air against your heated skin. Ben’s gaze never left yours as he aligned himself, the tip of his length pressing against your entrance.

“Ready?”, he asked, his voice husky.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat. “Yes”, you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders.

He entered you slowly, the sensation of him filling you completely making you moan softly.

He began to move, each thrust measured and controlled, making sure you felt every inch of him. The rhythm he set was slow and deliberate, building a deep, intense connection between the two of you. His eyes never left yours, the intimacy of the moment making your heart race.

“Do you feel that?”, he whispered, his voice rough. “Every inch of me inside you, filling you up”.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The sensation of him moving inside you, the slow, deliberate pace, was driving you wild.

Ben’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming slightly more urgent. “I’m going to make you mine”, he growled softly. “I’m going to fill you up, and we’re going to make a baby. You want that, don’t you?”.

The raw desire in his voice, the dirty talk, sent a shiver down your spine. “Yes”, you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. “I want it. I want you to get me pregnant”.

A deep, satisfied growl rumbled from his chest, and his movements became more insistent. “Good”, he muttered. “Because I’m not stopping until I’ve done just that”.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re going to look so beautiful, carrying our baby”, he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “All swollen and round, knowing I did that to you”.

The intensity of his words, combined with the physical sensation of him inside you, was almost too much to bear. You could feel the tension building within you, the pleasure mounting with each powerful thrust.

Ben’s words sent a thrill through you, the intensity of his desire matching your own. His pace quickened, his movements more urgent, as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. His lips were warm and insistent against yours, the kiss a mix of passion and promise.

His hands roamed over your body, caressing and gripping, his touch firm yet gentle. You could feel every inch of him, the way he moved inside you, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Look at me”, he whispered, his voice a low growl. You opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze. “I want to see your face when I fill you up”.

Ben’s thrusts grew more powerful, each movement sending you closer to the edge. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove deeper. “You’re mine”, he growled, his voice thick with need. “All mine”.

“Yes”, you gasped, your nails digging harder into his shoulders. “I’m yours”.

The intensity of his thrusts increased even more, his movements more urgent and desperate. You could feel the pressure building, the pleasure mounting with each powerful thrust. His breath was hot against your skin, his body tense with effort.

“You’re going to come for me”, he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. “I want to feel you come around me”.

You could feel the tension coiling tighter, the sensation almost too much to bear. “Ben”, you gasped, your voice a breathless plea. “I’m so close”.

“Come for me”, he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. “Let me feel you”.

With one final, powerful thrust, you tumbled over the edge, your climax crashing through you in intense, overwhelming waves. The pleasure was all-consuming, your body trembling with the force of it. Ben’s thrusts grew erratic, his own release imminent.

“Fuck”, he muttered, his voice strained with effort.

You felt him throb inside you, his release flooding into you in hot, shuddering waves. The sensation sent you spiraling higher, the pleasure overwhelming. He held you tightly, his grip firm and possessive, as you rode the waves of ecstasy together.

Finally, the intensity began to fade, leaving you both breathless and trembling. Ben collapsed onto you, his weight comforting and grounding. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his breath hot against your skin.

“I love you”, he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity and emotion.

“I love you too”, you whispered, your heart full.

After a while, as you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared ecstasy, Ben carefully pulled out of you. The sensation left you feeling momentarily empty, but the intimacy of the moment was far from over. He watched intently as some of his cum began to seep out, a determined look in his eyes.

With a gentle but purposeful touch, he gathered the escaping cum with his thumb and pushed it right back inside you. The act was both intimate and possessive, a silent vow of his intentions and desires.

“Not wasting anything”, he murmured.

You shivered at the sensation, feeling a renewed wave of arousal. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”, you whispered teasingly.

Ben’s eyes locked onto yours, filled with unwavering determination. “Dead serious”, he replied, his voice a mix of affection and resolve.

You smirked, feeling playful. “Well, if you’re that serious, maybe we should keep practicing”, you teased, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his shoulder.

Ben raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a grin. “Oh, I don’t think practice will be an issue”, he said, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. “In fact, I think you’re in for a lot of it”.

You giggled, shifting closer to him. “Is that a promise?”, you whispered, your breath warm against his ear.

“It’s a guarantee”, he growled softly, his hands exploring your body with renewed interest. “You won’t be able to fucking walk straight by the time I’m done with you”.

With that, he flipped you with ease onto your stomach, his strong hands guiding you into position. His body hovered above you, pressing you more firmly into the mattress. You could feel his already hard dick pressing insistently against your ass.

Ben’s breath was hot against your ear as he leaned down, his voice a low, seductive growl. “You ready for more?”, he whispered, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your hips.

You nodded, your body responding eagerly to his touch. “Always”, you breathed, your voice filled with desire.

He positioned himself, the tip of his length pressing against your entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside your pussy, the sensation intense and electrifying. You gasped, your fingers clutching at the sheets as he filled you completely.

Ben moved with a deliberate, steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and powerful. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you in time with his movements.

“Feel that?”, he murmured, his voice rough with need. “That’s all for you”.

You moaned in response, your body arching into his touch.

About three hours later, the intensity had not waned, but your stamina was reaching its limits. You straddled Ben, moving languidly atop him, feeling utterly spent. Without his superhuman endurance, every movement required a tremendous effort from you, yet the pleasure was too intense, too intoxicating to stop.

The sensitivity of your body was at its peak; every touch, every sensation was magnified. Ben’s lips were gentle on your nipple, drawing it softly into his mouth, the contrast of his firm hold and the tender suckling sending shivers through your exhausted body. You shuddered, the sensation almost too much as your skin tingled with oversensitivity.

“I can’t”, you whined, feeling overwhelmed. Your legs trembled around his waist, the effort to keep moving both sweet agony and exquisite pleasure.

“Shh, just relax”, Ben murmured, his voice soothing. His hands slid from your hips to your waist, steadying your movements. He guided you, slowing the pace to something more sustainable, more tantalizingly slow.

You leaned forward, resting your hands on his chest, seeking support as much as offering yourself to his gaze and touch. Ben’s eyes were intense, focused entirely on you, watching your every reaction. He adjusted his angle slightly, and his next thrust touched a spot within you that made your breath hitch.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of your mutual panting and the quiet shifting of the sheets. Ben’s hands roamed your back, then moved to gently cup your breasts, thumbing your nipples with just enough pressure to make you gasp, but not enough to overwhelm your heightened sensitivity.

“Ben…”, your voice trailed off into a moan as he continued to move beneath you.

“Look at me”, Ben commanded gently, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. There was a softness there, a caring that warmed you even as his body drove the breath from yours.

As you finally felt your control slipping, Ben’s embrace tightened, his movements became more purposeful. “Let go”, he whispered, and you did, falling into a climax that rolled over you like a wave, leaving you breathless and quivering.

Ben followed soon after, his own climax taking hold with a low, rumbling groan that vibrated through both of you.

You fell against Ben’s chest, your body trembling. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you both caught your breath. The heat of his skin, the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, provided a grounding comfort amidst the aftershocks of pleasure.

Ben’s breathing was heavy but calming, and his hands gently stroked your back, smoothing away the lingering tension. “You did pretty amazing”, he murmured softly.

You nuzzled closer, seeking the warmth and safety of his embrace. “I feel like I’m going to melt”, you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

A soft chuckle rumbled through Ben’s chest. “I think we both do”, he said, his fingers brushing through your hair in a soothing motion.

You let out a contented sigh, your body gradually relaxing as the afterglow of your shared intimacy enveloped you. The exhaustion was profound but satisfying, and you felt a deep sense of connection and fulfillment.

Ben’s hand moved to cup your face, tilting it slightly so he could look into your eyes. “How are you feeling?", he asked.

You smiled, a sleepy, satisfied expression on your face. “Good”, you said softly. “I’m just…really spent”.

Ben pressed his lips against yours, moving softly and tenderly. You tried to pull away slightly, get up from his crotch, but he firmly pressed you back down, his gaze intense and loving. “Nuh uh”, he murmured against your lips. “Keep it inside a bit longer”.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling breathlessly. “Ben, you’ve come inside me at least five times tonight”.

He corrected you with a playful smirk. “Six”, he said, his tone both teasing and proud.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head slightly. “Alright, six times. You’re fucking relentless”.

Ben grinned, his index finger brushing lightly over your stomach, tracing lazy patterns on your skin. His touch sent shivers through you, despite your exhaustion. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with mischief and affection.

“You know”, he teased, his voice low and playful, “with how much I’ve filled you up tonight, I wouldn’t be surprised if you got pregnant right away”.

You laughed softly, shaking your head.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “And I know you’re ovulating”, he added, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “How could you possibly know that?”.

Ben’s smirk widened, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and confidence. “I’m a supe, remember? I have my ways”, he murmured, his fingers continuing their teasing path over your stomach. “Let’s just say I pay very close attention to you”.

You raised an eyebrow, half-impressed and half-playful. “Is that so? Maybe you’re more observant than I give you credit for”.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Or maybe I just know how to read my girl”, he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

You shivered, the sensation sending a thrill through you. “Well, Mr. Observant, what else do you think you know about me?”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

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[whencyclopedia]

Aethelred the Unready

Aethelred II, also known as Aethelred the Unready, was king of the English from 978-1013 and 1014-1016. His long reign was initially stable, but Viking attacks on England escalated from the 990s onward. Viking incursions eventually grew so serious that England struggled to mount effective resistance, and Aethelred was briefly overthrown by the Danish king Swein Forkbeard in 1013.

Aethelred reclaimed his kingdom following Swein’s death in early 1014, and the “second reign” of Aethelred saw more effective military campaigns against the Vikings but also high levels of disunity and suspicion at Aethelred’s court. The king died in 1016 and passed along the Viking struggle to his son Edmund II. Aethelred reigned for nearly 38 years – longer than any other king of England before the Norman Conquest.

Aethelred’s infamous nickname, the Unready, does not actually refer to him being unprepared. It is an Old English pun that mocks Aethelred’s given name, which meant “Noble Counsel.” The Old English word unraed meant “bad counsel” and was a way to note the irony that a king named “Noble Counsel” struggled to maintain the loyalty of the English nobility. As the English language evolved, unraed was corrupted into unready, even though Aethelred the Ill-Advised would be a more accurate translation.

Path to the Throne & Early Reign

Aethelred was born sometime between 966 and 968 in a recently united England. He was the son of King Edgar (r. 959-975) and Queen Aelfthryth. Edgar was arguably the first king to see England remain one stable, coherent kingdom for an extended length of time, as his three predecessors had seen England fragment back into smaller kingdoms at one time or another. However, when Edgar died in 975, England once more found itself bitterly divided and possibly on the brink of splintering again. Edgar had died with three surviving children, each from a different mother. The English nobles managed to preserve the unity of their kingdom by eventually agreeing that the eldest child, the teenage Edward, should be the next king. Evidently not everyone was pleased with this arrangement, and Edward was assassinated in 978, just three years into his reign.

After Edward’s murder, Aethelred was the only surviving son of Edgar, ascending to the throne at somewhere between ten and twelve years old. Aethelred’s mother Aelfthryth and his influential tutor, Bishop Aethelwold, were among the most prominent figures at the young king’s court. When Bishop Aethelwold died in 984, King Aethelred began to exert more influence. Aethelred expelled his mother from court and began surrounding himself with new appointees rather than relying on the old guard. He married Aelfgifu of York around this time as well, and they soon had several children, including the future King Edmund II.

A few small Viking raids were launched against England in the 980s, and The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle records that these fleets often amounted to no more than a handful of ships. Local English forces sometimes took care of them on their own, such as when a group of Vikings was defeated in Devon, according to The Life of St. Oswald. Sometimes the Vikings disappeared for years at a time, such as from 983 to 987, when no attacks were recorded at all. In spite of isolated raids, Aethelred ruled over a stable and wealthy kingdom in the 980s, free to focus on assembling his own core of advisors and asserting his newfound authority.

Viking Age Trade Routes in North-West Europe

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[batrogers]

Headaches

[Wild & Hyrule, hair-care, soft comfort, very G-rated, ~800 words]

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Link sat at the edge of the river they were using for baths and fought down the urge to scream. He pulled down the messy bun at the back of his head and even that felt bad. He’d started putting it up a few days ago, when he could tell it was starting to get matted again. There’d been too many people around, and too much to do to really sit down and take the time... and last week had been a bad one, where he had headaches and fatigue so strong raising his arms had been too much.

One thing after another after another, and now he had this rat’s nest to undo...

He still wasn’t feeling all that much better.

If he were home, he’d just go find Zelda. He wouldn’t even have to ask her; she’d just look at him and gesture for him to sit and take care of it, like she had after he freed her from the castle. It was good for her too, she’d said. She found it grounding, and she liked taking care of him after everything that had happened since...

He had a comb. He’d gotten his hair wet. He even had the fucking horse shampoo with him, but the task felt so daunting and someone was going to walk up on him and...

Someone did walk up, but, in the way he always had, Hyrule just waved one hand and cracked his neck before stripping and dropping into the water without a second look. He didn’t even seem to notice Link’s messy hair. His was never a mess, as far as Link could tell, although it was shorter. He thought about cutting his hair (for likely the hundredth time since he’d woken up) and...

He couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to pretend to be someone he wasn’t, and if he looked like he used to again –

Best not to tempt fate, and his own hollow mind.

“You okay, Wild?” Hyrule asked.

“Do you know what the others are up to?” Link asked, rather than try and answer.

“Sparring again.” Hyrule yawned. “I didn’t sleep well, and you know what Twilight and Warriors are like.”

They’d be busy for an hour, Link thought, and looked at Hyrule again. They were pretty good friends, and he’d always been nice. And his habit, of studiously avoiding any note of his hair was...

Hopefully he was right. “Hey, Rulie?”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Could you help me with my hair?” The words almost strangled him to say. He couldn’t say much more than that, but he didn’t have to. Rulie looked up, startled, then just nodded.

“Oh? Yeah sure. You’ve got a comb and stuff – what’s this?”

“Horse shampoo,” Link said, and reconsidered: the stuff they’d heard about his Hyrule was worse than his sometimes. “You have seen shampoo and stuff, right?”

“Usually I just used, uh, nothing great.” Hyrule laughed. “Zelda’s got better stuff at the castle, although I’ve never had anything to do with the stables. What happened?”

Link could feel him pulling his hair back and carefully picking at the ends. It was a bunch of little tugs, but nothing too painful. One particularly sharp pull left him flinching and Hyrule grunted an apology. He didn’t repeat the question. It hung, quietly between them as Hyrule slowly worked his way through the tangles one bit at a time.

“Was your hair ever this long?”

“A couple times,” Hyrule admitted. “When I was really young, mostly. Some of the ladies in the towns would sit me down and help when it got really bad then I was living with Zelda and they helped me keep it short.”

Link grunted his agreement there. That made sense, and he hoped that was why he was being so nice about this. If he’d had a hard time with his hair before...

Admittedly it sounded like Hyrule had been a literal child, but. Still.

It was something.

“...I didn’t want to ask if you were having a bad time,” Hyrule said, eventually. “I figured you’d let us know when you needed help.”

Link swallowed. “Normally Zelda helps me with it. It was just a bad week. I’m okay. I had a headache.”

Hyrule hummed another few notes then and Link could feel the comb going from almost the nape of his neck down now, the tangles slowly unravelling under his hands. They weren’t done; there was still a ways to go, but the gentle strokes felt good. The tug and pull tingled in a good way, and Hyrule poured more water from a jar over his head.

“Turn your head?” He murmured, and Link closed his eyes and did so.

By the time the others had finished sparring and caught up, Hyrule was brushing his hair through the last few times, perhaps a few more than necessary but Link had no wish to tell him to stop. His headache was, finally, gone, and he could just enjoy a few moment’s rest.

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[girlactionfigure]

*ISRAEL REALTIME* - "Connecting the World to Israel in Realtime"

▪️UNWRA - According to the Wall Street Journal, one in ten UNRA employees is linked to terrorist organizations. 12 were directly involved in the massacre.   1,200 of the 12,000 UNRWA employees have close ties to Hamas and Islamic Jihad operatives (eg. first degree family ties).  Of the 12 UNRWA employees who took an active part in the terrorist attacks, 7 were teachers.

▪️FIRE ORDERS - IDF spokesperson:  Further to the claims regarding the instructions to open fire at the Gaza border, the IDF clarifies that there is no change in the instructions to open fire, and the IDF forces are acting according to the instructions not to allow any party to reach the border fence.

▪️TUNNEL - in Khan Yunis: a tunnel under a cemetery.  IDF aided an underground tunnel complex located under the Bani Suheila cemetery in the heart of Khan Yunis. While investigating the tunnel, the forces came across explosives, sliding doors and blast-proof doors, and eliminated terrorists who were inside. The forces located an office from which a Khan Yunis Brigade battalion commander managed the attack on October 7th, an operations room, a command and control center and the living quarters of senior officials of Hamas - about a kilometer long and 20 meters deep. 

▪️HOSTAGE DEAL - (( it is IMPOSSIBLE to know the truth of the leaks about a deal - could be completely false, somewhat false, or real )) Sky News: Israel agreed to the deal proposed yesterday. The draft will soon be submitted to Hamas.  The deal includes the release of hostages in batches including ceasefires, the release of terrorists with blood on their hands, and increases in humanitarian aid.

Details: 45 days of ceasefire or 35 hostages in stage 1, 100-250 terrorists with blood on their hands including mass murderers per hostage.  “Significant” humanitarian aid.

Prime Ministers Office: Reports about the deal are incorrect and include conditions unacceptable to Israel.

Qatar: “When we talk about progress towards a deal, we mean that Hamas no longer demands the end of the war as a precondition to conducting negotiations.”

🔻PEACE ROCKETS OF NEIGHBORLY LOVE (per the world) LAUNCHED AT TEL AVIV.. 15 rockets launched from northern Gaza at Tel Aviv and various areas in central Israel.  

▪️DEFENSE MINISTER… Half of Hamas terrorists have been killed or wounded.

▪️HAIFA ATTACK DETAILS… Kann News: A terrorist with an axe car rammed then slashed a twenty-year old soldier outside of the navy base in Haifa, and seriously wounded him, the terrorist was neutralized.  The terrorist - an Israeli Arab resident of Tamara.

▪️SHIITE MILITIAS OF IRAQ… today we attacked a military target in the "Occupied Palestinian Territory" using a suicide drone.  (Where?)

▪️SYRIA - AIRSTRIKE NEAR DAMASCUS.. the attack was against a structure in the area of the agricultural farms in Sayeda Zeinab, controlled by the IRGC (Iran).  The Iranian news agency Tasnim confirms:  The attack in southern Damascus was on a "center of Iranian advisers".

▪️UNRWA - SPAIN SAYS NO.. The Spanish Foreign Minister: We will not freeze funding for UNRWA!

▪️ORDER 9 IMPACT.. Gaza Crossings Authority:  Yesterday, aid trucks did not enter through the Kerem Shalom crossing (( due to Order 9 protestors blocking)).  90 trucks entered through the Rafah crossing: 84 trucks of aid, 4 cooking gas tanks, 2 diesel tankers.

▪️ATTEMPTED STABBING ATTACK - JUDEA-SAMARIA.. The IDF says troops shot dead a Palestinian who attempted to stab soldiers at an army post near the West Bank town of Tuqu'.

▪️SHIP HIJACK ATTEMPT… 3 armed speedboats approached a merchant ship 44 miles off the coast of Yemen.

[archtroop]

ENGLISH:

"I have nothing to do with Hamas. UNRA kidnapped my son"

The late Yonatan Samarno was kidnapped from the Nova party by UNRA employees who participated in the massacre and was later declared murdered. His mother, Ayelet, surprised UNRWA Director General Philippe Lazzarini during his speech in Switzerland and shouted: "UNRWA kidnapped my son." Recently, the organization admitted that nine of its employees took part in the October 7 attack, with estimates that the real numbers are higher.

Ayelet Samarno, whose 21-year-old son Yonatan was kidnapped from the Nova party on October 7 by UNRWA employees and two months later was declared murdered, traveled to Switzerland and surprised UNRWA's CEO, Philip Lazzarini, while he was giving a speech. Samarno shouted at him - "UNRWA kidnapped my son. Where is my son, Mr. Lazzarini? Why are you silent?".

"As soon as I found out that UNRWA kidnapped my son, as far as I'm concerned, I have a slightly different case than others," Samarno explained this morning, "I have no interest in Hamas, I have no interest in a terrorist organization. I have an interest in the United Nations. It's something global. The actions we as families do, we don't know what is right and what is wrong, what will be useful and what will not be useful. We are drawn to actions and run with them to want to try to do everything."

Yonathan and his friends were among the first to leave the party. Police directed them to the Bari area, where they were ambushed. A UNRA vehicle was recorded stopping, loading them into the vehicle and abducting them to the strip: "Two people got out of the UNRA vehicle and loaded Yonatan into the back of the vehicle. They kidnapped him. At first they recognized the license plate as belonging to UNRA, but they thought that they might have stolen the the car. After 100 days, the IDF raided the UNRA offices in Gaza. They found documents, among them the documents of that kidnapper, because his face was actually identified. You see him in the footage. He is a 'social worker' in the organization."

"When I found out I went to Geneva for the first time. I spoke at a press conference near the UN building. At those very moments, UN Secretary General Guterres arrived. I turned to him from the press conference and asked him to meet me, to explain to me what happened. Of course it didn't happen, he didn't contact me. Then I was in the Security Council, I spoke there in one of the committees. Even then he didn't see fit to meet me, even though the messages reached him that I wanted him to talk to me."

After an internal investigation, the UN admitted that nine UNRWA employees participated in the massacre, when the real numbers are surely higher.

"Yonathan's kidnapper is not among these nine because the IDF took him down, so we have already reached ten. The fact that they fired them is fine, it's a step, but I was asked if it wasn't too little, too late. In my eyes, we have gone from the first level to the tenth. As soon as they confessed, I have the tools today to come and demand from them things that are also related to the release of the kidnapped."

In the United States, a huge lawsuit was filed against UNRA. Did you join it?

"As soon as we found out that UNRA kidnapped Yonatan, countless lawyers contacted us and they all asked us to join. I didn't join anything because I didn't know what, who, what. I didn't want to get into such matters at all, I said I was currently busy with something else. When the lawsuit was filed, they contacted me again and asked if I wanted to join. I consulted and we joined. There is another lawsuit filed in France and more lawsuits are on the way."

The security establishment claims that Jonathan is gone, but you are not convinced. Do you talk to him in your heart?

"All the time. I tell Jonathan: Come back. It's hard for me to grasp or believe, but it's something that happens to anyone who loses someone dear to them. People start talking about the year. At 11 months there is usually a memorial. I say, what are you talking about? I don't know where my child is, I don't know the real status. I'm just now starting to understand the heavier meanings of it. How can you even think about a memorial or the year when you don't have anything real? Many people ask me where the strength comes from Mine. I don't wish anyone to be in this situation, but apparently when you get to this situation you gain strength."

[Translated with the aid of Google Translate]

[zerolostwalks]

“Hey man!.” Reggie cheerily greeted Luke, barely looking up from the book he was attempting to read. It wasn’t one of his usual fairs but he’d agreed to read it in order to get Julie to read Ender’s Game. Speaking of. “Any news from Julie?”

Luke sighed heavily as he sat on the couch next to him. Reggie glanced up in time to catch the weirdly fond grimace Luke was shooting his way. 

“What?”

“You really miss her, huh?”

“What?” Reggie repeated again, unsure of what to do with his own confusion. More importantly, unsure of what to do with the shock and embarrassment at feeling called out by the simple question. “I mean, yeah. Of course, I miss her. Pretty sure we all miss her, dude.”

“True, but you really miss her.”

A warmth bloomed across his cheeks, quickly waterfalling down the back of Reggie’s neck. He cleared his throat and shook his head, now really wasn’t the time to be overthinking. Luke just liked to push buttons sometimes, that’s all this was, surely. “I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“Sure.” Luke huffed out a laugh. “Just like I’m sure you don’t remember telling me all about the nearly 5 hour video call you had with Julie last night.

“I’m pretty sure at this point you’re the one who talks to her the most. Beating even Tía.” Luke continued on, the teasing glint in his eyes belaying his serious tone. “Yet, one of the first things you keep asking the rest of us is if we’ve heard from Julie.”

“I don’t–” Reggie started to argue, cutting himself off with Luke’s raised eyebrows, looking remarkably like Alex. It would probably seem fishy if he were to go fetch himself a glass of water at the moment. Even if he was suddenly parched, more of his denial got caught in his throat like an uncomfortably large pill. 

All of the moisture missing from his throat seemed to have relocated to his eyes, his vision starting to go all wobbly. Honestly, what did Luke expect for Reggie to do about missing Julie so much? They already spoke as much as her current schedule and the different time zones allowed. With a deep breath Reggie forced himself to blink away the moisture in his eyes and swallow down on the tight feeling lodged in his throat. 

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Well, actually it kind of works as a great segue to give you this.” Luke mumbled as he adjusted to pull out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket, handing it over to Reggie.

Unfolding it revealed a purchased airline ticket for the next day. Reggie’s breath caught when he saw the destination. “Wait, this is.”

“Yep.” Luke beamed, bumping his shoulder with Reggie’s. “We all pitched in to get it for you. Carrie said to consider it an early birthday present.”

Reggie barely managed a broken laugh at Luke’s attempted joke. Heart and head at war over the gift his friends had given him, with his poor stomach somehow taking the brunt of the conflict. 

“What if she doesn’t–”

“Want to see you?”

Reggie bit his lip as Luke finished his question, keeping his eyes trained on the ticket in his hands.

“Dude, you do know she asks about you just as much as you ask about her right?” 

“She does?” 

“Yeah man.” Luke laughed again, wrapping one of his arms around Reggie’s shoulders. “Plus, Carrie and Flynn totally made sure to double check with Julie about her schedule.

“So, what are you still sitting around here for, man? You need to go pack for your flight tomorrow.”

It didn’t take any more prodding than that for Reggie to launch himself from the couch, rushing to go pack. Second guessing himself every step of the way. 

Questioning that didn’t stop the next day, even when he found himself entering Julie’s apartment building. Hand hovering over her doorbell as he once more wondered if maybe this was a mistake. But, he was already here, and Flynn might definitely kill him for wasting the trip if he didn’t see her. 

One last steadying breath and he rang the doorbell. His stomach twisted into uncomfortable knots in the seconds it took for the door to open. Knots which immediately unraveled as he caught sight of Julie in the doorway, her curls in an extremely messy bun on top of her head and drowning in a set oversize pajamas. 

A relieved smile involuntarily split his face as he breathlessly greeted her, like he’d sprinted up the stairs rather than took the elevator. “Julie! Hi.”

“Reggie?” Julie’s brow furrowed, and oh shit, this was a mistake after all. “What are-I thought-I was expecting Flynn and Carrie.”

Shit. 

“Oh.” Reggie did his best to ignore the way her words uncomfortably settled in his chest. “Luke made it sound like they told you I was coming.”

“No, not really.” Her brows may have finally unfurrowed but she still was wearing a shocked expression he didn’t quite know how to read. 

Shit. Shit.

“Oh, well, sorry to just barge in on you like this then.” He stammered out, gesturing vaguely behind him and slowly stepping backward. “I can just go.”

The words barely made it out of his throat when the wind was knocked out of him from the force of Julie’s hug. Her arms tightly wrapped around his middle. “Why would you leave? You just got here?”

Once his mind unfroze he wrapped his own arms tight around her, both of their holds growing even tighter the longer the hug progressed. “You’re right,” he mumbled into her hair. “I won’t go. I’ll stay for as long as you want.”