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rugwurm · 6 months ago
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gals and pals!!
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ivomartins · 5 months ago
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gagged for the 63826373th time yet again over the masterful way the immortals are handled and how well their otherworldliness is captured. this scene and cain's rampage is the fucking pinnacle.
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carpisuns · 2 years ago
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these are a couple weeks old now and also supposed to be anonymous lol but here are some ml doodles I did for the secret drawing box!
the third one is from @maridotnet’s beauty and the beetle au which i highly recommend!
fifth one is from @sha-nwa’s fic the way I loved you which is one of my favs ever<3
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ratatatastic · 4 months ago
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kuli talking to kids my beloved and also its painfully obvious hes a dad with 2 kids if not in which the way he goes "you have to work hard for it [the cup] you have to wake up early in the mornings, go to practises-" OKAY OLD MAN
but also "took me 15 years to lift up this thing and i didn't think it was gonna ever happen!" CASUAL ADMISSION KULI REAL NICE OF YOU YEAH NO MAN THANKS FOR THAT???
Kuli Cup Day | 8.25.24 (x)
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whumpfish · 8 months ago
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🧱 -anonymous 😂
This is so old, I'm so sorry!!
Thank you, as always! And sorry again for the late response, your bricks will be delivered and put to good use 😈
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lina-vas-dom · 17 days ago
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Улыбнитесь! Вы так ослепительно-женственны. Что за прихоть - покачивать розой в руках? Вы бранили меня совершенно божественно, Не приняв покаяния в несерьезных грехах. Ваши доводы, право же, так убедительны, Да и голос, признаться, непреклонно-суров. Ах, подайте хоть лучик надежды спасительной, Я сумею его прочитать между слов… /Дмитрий Громов 2
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Smile! You are so dazzlingly feminine. What kind of whim is this - to swing a rose in your hands? You scolded me quite divinely, Without accepting repentance for frivolous sins. Your arguments, really, are so convincing, And your voice, I confess, is inflexibly stern. Ah, give me at least a ray of saving hope, I will be able to read it between the words… /Dmitry Gromov 2
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blueberrypancakesworld · 4 days ago
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You are never a mistake
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Dmitri Smerdyakov x betrothed!reader
warning : kissing, hurt/comfort, cuddling, emotional, abuse (beating), family problems
Summary : Dmitri thought for a moment that he would be accepted by his father, but when he felt the blow and his wife's intervention almost backfired, the Kravinoff son realized that he had to become strong, not weak. For his love, for someone who loved him as he was, he himself would stand up to his father no matter what a disappointment he was.
info : Finally the first one-shot for Dmitri the cute little beaten up bastard who just needs a little love. I hope you enjoy reading ;)
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Many couples around the world meet in cafes while they are both reaching for coffee, looking for life books in the library.
Maybe at a party or through friends, there are moments that last forever and are cherished when you find your partner for life, a relationship that becomes a marriage and an eternal bond with the exchange of rings.
Something that symbolized love and strength a bond when you had your own family maybe even about to start and then there were still the couples that met and a shadow seemed to lie over them forever, a shadow that had a name and didn't even seem to be happy for the love of their own child.
The first time they had met was in their music store, the best and biggest in New York, a store for the elite and those who could afford it.
An old family store that was the heart of every musician and singer from strings to wind instruments to keys and to microphones and stands.
A business that adapted to the talent.
Behind the counter, glancing up every now and then to greet the new buyers, she had seen him first, the slightly wavy blond hair, the cute nose, the little smile on his lips and the gentle demeanor.
The first time she had seen him, she had dared to leave her seat and come to him, seeing how he looked a little lost as he stood in the piano section.
She knew the feeling of being lost in a place you were interested in, not quite knowing whether to move or stand still.
The first time she had heard him play in her shop was the day she no longer saw her customer as just a customer, she saw his strength, his art, his beauty as he seemed to be absorbed in playing the piano.
There was a talent, a dedication in it and his voice, that voice she could have listened to for hours, made her hum along even when it seemed to be just the two of them in her shop.
,,A wonderful talent, really beautiful" her praise came from the purest heart...but for him, for Dmitri Kravinoff, it was the first time anyone had recognized him in what he was good at.
It was the first time for Nikolai's son that someone had inspired him in what he did and it was the first time that he lost his heart to her on the spot.
The day they exchanged numbers so that he could deliver the piano she had chosen to the club and also so that he could take her out for a meal at the end of the day.
It was on that day that two people had found each other and that only some time later it was more than just a relationship and fleeting dates, it was a bond between the two young people to whom the world was open...or so it seemed at first glance.
For the first few months it was like that, moving in together, partying, having fun, traveling everywhere, gifts that went from expensive to cheap to homemade and then to something more intimate the more they opened up and trusted each other.
The more she realized who his family was, what he was, but most of all what he had experienced, his ,,I-I understand if you hate me now...I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to leave” surprised her but most of all hurt her that he gave up on him so easily.
That her talented, precious, wonderful, gentle Dmitri, who kissed her on the forehead every morning, who did everything you could do with her and who dedicated every song in his club to her with such love and kindness, thought so little of himself.
Who had hurt him so much?
Who hurt him so much that every loud noise made him flinch, that he almost cried during an argument over trivial things and how he hated it when animal documentaries came on TV, little things she would have overlooked but with what she knew she just wanted to hold him in her arms.
Who had hurt him so much that he saw himself as nothing, which she tried to talk him out of every time ,,Dmitri my beautiful star I don't care who your family is, it's us who are together and not your last name” she tried to explain to him that he was the most important thing she had.
That her kisses and hugs, her words and gestures had the same loving effect as he had on her, that they had each other and when she threatened to kiss him every time he thought something like that again.
Dmitri finally seemed to find his smile again, ,,Do it," he just said, and he pulled her into a kiss as they lay cuddled together on the couch.
Together they gave each other the support they needed, Dmitri kept her motivation up whenever she wanted to give up with her msuik and she lovingly told him every day how good he was, that he was loved and above all that he was not alone.
The two of them in the club they had built with Dmitri's family money was their common pride, a club for the rich customers of the city.
A club where she could recommend her regular customers and the best entertainment was guaranteed with his piano and singing as well as her violin playing which made for a pleasant atmosphere.
Almost every evening, the two of them stood on the small stage and performed their harmony, ,,I dedicate this song to my beautiful fiancée,” he announced, while she joined in with her violin and the soft music amused the guests.
His blue eyes kept going to her, the smile was returned and she gave him a wordless ,,I love you” which he reciprocated, it couldn't have been better for the couple... until the moment when Dmitri's eyes fell on a man, a certain someone who came into his club and almost made the Russian play the wrong music.
With a hand movement that made the music continue to play by itself from the equipment hanging on the walls, and she saw how he smoothed out his jacket.
Everything will be fine, she thought he wanted to tell him, but he had already gone to his father, who had sat down in one of the recesses in the walls, looking directly at the stage from which she also came down to follow her fiancé.
Nikoali was a man of strength, a man you didn't want to mess with and yet there was no avoiding him, ,,Father, we're glad you're here, can I offer you something?” Dmitri asked and got a hug and a gesture she didn't get instead Nikolai gave the back of her hand a kiss and she gave him a quick friendly look.
It seemed that Dmitri was the only thing keeping her future father-in-law from killing her-what a luck.
But as long as Dmitri was happy and had his father, the two should get along, ,,I'll get a few glasses,” she let the men know as Nikolai gave his son a bottle of expensive wine.
A gift of value not from the heart but it made no sense to the son his father was here and happy that was all that mattered...so she thought.
It was just a moment when she pulled out the wine glasses in the kitchen at the back of the club, not wanting to take any more advantage of the waiters who had a long shift ahead of them.
The glasses in her hands and a smile on her lips, she heard the muffled noise and a crash, rushing back into the main room she saw Nikolai had pushed Dmitri against a wall, knocking over the table and no one was doing anything.
,,Dmitri! Let him go!” she shouted at the older man, afraid that he would seriously hurt his son, because the horrible stories that sent shivers down her spine told her everything she needed to know about the underworld boss.
Her fiancé's attempts to get free were unsuccessful, so without hesitation she picked up one of the glasses and threw it against the wall next to Nikolai, ,,Let him go and get out of our club,” she continued to threaten.
An empty threat that amused the dark-haired man, who was already lifting the next glass when he let go of his son, who slumped to the floor, barely able to support himself.
,,Even your bitch has more courage than you, shame on you,” Nikolai said to his son and walked past her with an appraising look, hurrying to her fiancé as soon as the door closed and he fell onto the nearest chair, ,,Are you all right? To the hospital?” she asked, trying to wipe the blood from his lip with a slapped hand from the blow his father had given him.
He looked terrified, as if all joy and hope had drained out of him once more, but he just shook his head before he simply poured out a tearful ,,You're fine” into her arms and she embraced the couple just lying in each other's arms for a few moments.
They held each other until Dmitri calmed down and his tears had stopped, the decision to close the club early was hardly one because it looked like a mob had gone wild there and not just Nikolai, ,,Your heart is too big for the world,” she told him as they rode back to the apartment together in a cab.
Her hand didn't leave his and stroking his head at least reassured him but the look in his eyes, she had never seen such hatred, whether it was just the confrontation or something else she couldn't say.
Whatever it was it seemed to keep him occupied the whole time no matter what they both did, no amount of embracing or kissing could break his blcik until the moment they lay in bed together.
She cuddled up to him and he gave her a good after kiss she couldn't shake the feeling that something else was going to happen.
Even though she felt safe in his arms, he stroked her side until she fell asleep like he did every night, usually soothing them both, the sound of the door opening and closing was something she didn't realize, didn't realize how Dmitri had to do something.
It was one thing when he was pushed around, he had been pushed around all his life but now that he had his fiancée he wouldn't let his father get away with it.
Knowing she was safe in the apartment sleeping peacefully, it was the Kravinoff who set off through the city at night to his father and it was only the clanging and rattling of cupboards that woke his fiancée from her slumber.
,,Dmitri?” the question came cautiously as she groped beside her but he wasn't there, but the sounds from the apartment frightened her.
No one had a key except for the two of them, pulling the covers aside she reached for the water bottle next to her bed, quietly and carefully venturing out of the bedroom, she saw the shadow in the hallway that seemed to be raging in the kitchen.
She should have called the police, anyone, but what if Dmitri was in danger?
She was ready to sleep with the bottle tighter if ever, she cried out in fear when she saw Dmitri, who seemed to be looking for something in the kitchen and looked completely exhausted, ,,What the hell? Dmitri darling what are you doing?” she asked putting the bottle down.
Seeing the torn clothes, the fuzzy hair, the black eye but most of all the bloody knuckles as if he had hit himself or better said as if someone had hit him.
Seeing what he had failed to find, however, she grabbed the first aid kit and went with him to the couch, ,,I well...I told my father never to insult you again and then there was a little altercation” he began to confess as she gave a makeshift dressing to his wounds which fortunately did not require stitches or hospitalization.
His courage touched her as she realized that he had pushed away the person he had once needed the most for her, ,,I've never loved you more and well...next time we'll both beat him up” she suggested and felt the kiss he gave her as they both laughed at the idea.
But in his eyes the look of gentleness and love was there again and not the hate ,,I love you too" he replied and she pressed a kiss to the bandage on his hand which should make the pain less.
At least Dmitri didn't seem to be in pain, not when they kissed, not when she continued to nurse him and he proudly told her how he had told his father off, and not when his hand stroked the engagement ring on her hand as they made love and finally seemed free of the gray of the Kravinoff family.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ @tori111777 , @bel0ved-heretic , @amecchii , @xxxibgdrgons , @lordbelzeebub , @simonsrealwife
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attibar · 9 months ago
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Found an old idea that I had left unfinished, until now at least lol.
I love the idea of Henry's powers being found out post CTM and how people would react to it. Ellie, Charles, and Galeforce accepting Henry for who he is, and realizing all the deaths he's gone through. That despite all the timelines he chose this one. The CCC (and by extension the Wall) still fearing Henry and wanting to keep him under control. After all in several timelines he lifted up the Toppat Clan and even killed Dmitri in two timelines (PP and TR)
And then there's Reginald who is my favorite reaction :D
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romanceclub-confessionss · 2 months ago
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Confession:
"Sorry Dmitry girlies but Cain is so much better and that's a fact you'll have to accept 🤭"
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youcouldmakealife · 6 months ago
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SOTM: Gabe/Stephen; a low-key occasion (pt II)
For the prompt: Stephen Petersen, Bridezilla
Follows from here.
“Unbelievable,” Stephen says. “What are they thinking?”
Gabe’s tired. He just wants to veg in front of the TV with his bento box and his fiancé, but even though Stephen’s supposed to be picking the movie right now, he’s scowling down at his phone instead, his expression the one Gabe can only describe as ‘wedding face’. Gabe’s started to feel dread every time he sees it, and today’s no exception, though tired still narrowly beats it out. “Who is ‘they’?”
“They can’t truly believe that this is an acceptable substitute for our napkins,” Stephen says.
“Wait?” Gabe says. “Substitute? What happened to the original ones?”
“They discontinued the colour,” Stephen huffs. “Of course.”
“They discontinued white?” Gabe asks. “How do you discontinue white?”
“Alabaster,” Stephen says. “Not white.”
“Steve,” Gabe says.
“That’s what it’s called!” Stephen says. “And look what they want us to use instead!”
Gabe is suddenly blinking at a picture of white napkins on Stephen's screen. Presumably they’re different than the napkins they originally picked, but if Stephen hadn’t told Gabe that, he doubts he would have known. They look like napkins. White ones.
“They look fine,” he says.
“This looks fine to you?” Stephen says, shoving his phone in Gabe’s face. “This?”
It’s honestly harder to see with Stephen’s screen an inch from his eye, but —
“Yes?” Gabe says.
“Ridiculous,” Stephen says, yanking the phone away. “At this point it’s getting easier to list the things they haven’t fucked up about my wedding day.”
“It’s my wedding too,” Gabe says, though honestly, that’s feeling less and less true lately. “Are you going to pick a movie, or—“
“I’m not in the mood anymore,” Stephen says,
Of course he isn’t.
“I need my laptop,” Stephen says, springing up from the couch. “I’m sure they’re still available somewhere.”
“Dinner?” Gabe says, but Stephen just dismissively waves a hand at him on his way out of the room.
“They’re fucking napkins,” Gabe says, but very quietly. Stephen has exceptional hearing, especially if the topic involves him.
“Did you say something?” Stephen calls.
Exceptional.
This isn’t a battle Gabe’s willing to fight today. “You need to eat your dinner,” Gabe calls back, but, as he expected, silence is his only response.
“Well,” Gabe says, and grabs the remote, listlessly scrolling through options while he eats. He’s not in the mood anymore either.
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“I have heard rumours,” Stephen says.
“Tell me!” Dmitry says. “I love rumours.”
“Rumours about you,” Stephen says.
“Even better!” Dmitry says.
Stephen’s mouth twists, and Gabe turns away. It’s not like Stephen doesn’t know he’s hiding a smile when he does it, but at least there’s some plausible deniability. Stephen’s usually fine with Gabe laughing at him, but not if other people are there to see him do it, even if it’s just Dima.
“Apparently,” Stephen says. “At my wedding, you are planning on making a speech.”
“Is my duty,” Dmitry says. “As Gabe’s best man.”
“We don’t—“ Stephen says.
Gabe can already hear the speech about how they don’t have any best men or maids of honour because this is not a traditional wedding and the people in their lives shouldn’t be arbitrarily ranked by — he can’t do it. He can’t listen to it again.
“Stephen,” Gabe says. “He’s baiting you.”
“I’m not!” Dmitry protests, but he does it with a smile.
Stephen takes a deep breath. Gabe’s half predicting Stephen’s preparing himself to give the spiel anyway, half hoping he’s finally listened to Gabe about about the numerous benefits of conscious breathing. Physical and psychological effects aside, if Stephen is focusing on taking deep breaths, he isn’t saying something he may later regret.
Or saying something that he won’t regret at all, but Gabe certainly will.
“What will be involved in your speech?” Stephen asks finally, after several deep breaths. Gabe’s proud of him.
“It’s a surprise,” Dmitry says, still grinning.
Gabe is less proud of Dmitry.
“See, no,” Stephen says, puffing right up. There are deep breaths being taken, but Gabe doesn’t think he’s exhaling them. “That is not acceptable. There will be no surprises on my wedding day. Our wedding day, jeez, Gabe.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Gabe says. Not even under his breath.
“You thought it,” Stephen says. “What’s going in the speech, Dmitry?”
“I haven’t actually decided yet, Stephen,” Dmitry says. “What do you want me to say?”
“Oh, you want me to help you write it?” Stephen asks. “I can do that.”
“I meant—“ Dmitry says, then looks over at Gabe as Stephen springs out of his chair, probably off to grab his laptop. “That is an English saying, yes? ‘What do you want me to say’?”
“Yep,” Gabe says.
“Stephen knows that saying?” Dmitry asks. "He is just pretending to misunderstand?"
“Yep,” Gabe says.
“He is about to write me a very boring speech,” Dmitry says glumly. “Isn’t he.”
Gabe takes a deep breath. He still hasn’t exhaled when Stephen returns, laptop in his arms.
“Okay,” Stephen says, sitting down. “So what sort of tone are we trying for with this speech? Comedy, I’m sure, but what sort? I know you like to play the buffoon, but—”
Dmitry looks at Gabe, presumably for help. What he doesn’t know is that Gabe can’t help him.
Gabe shuts his eyes, and takes another breath.
“Would you stop breathing, Gabriel!” Stephen says.
Gabe opens his eyes.
“Oh come on, I didn’t mean it like that,” Stephen says.
“I am adding this to my speech,” Dmitry says. “I think it will get a big laugh.”
“I knew you had already started it!” Stephen says, spinning on him and pointing an accusing finger.
Gabe takes another breath.
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blushblushbear · 1 month ago
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Which boys do you think that have the hardest time to be at peace with their feelings once they realize they got a case of the dokis? (Totally not inspired by the Haru post.)
Realizes quickly and accepts it right away: Dmitri, William, Sven, Myx, Logan, Aki
Realizes quickly and tries to hide it/accepts it slowly: Cashew (hides it poorly),
Realizes slowly and accepts it right away: Nimh, Kelby, Garrett, Stirling, Poe, Seth
Realizes slowly and tries to hide it/accepts it slowly: Eli (he is a mix of being fully aware once it clicks and also DENY DENY DENY), Anon, Ichiban, Reece
MY FEELINGS ARE A PRETZEL WITH HOW TWISTED THEY ARE: VOLKS, Scale, Cole, HARU, Fuyu
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sprites4ever · 27 days ago
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DE-BULLSHITIFYING THE RECENT DEVELOPMENTS OF THE RUSSO-UKRAINIAN WAR, AS OF THE 12TH OF DECEMBER 2024
Since both russian media (for the sake of propaganda) and Western media (for the sake of clicks) misrepresent and misreport many news items regarding this conflict, I feel the need to clarify the big headlines, as per my own research.
AS RUSSIA HAS CROSSED THIS SO-CALLED 'RED LINE' ON THE FIRST DAY OF THEIR INVASION, Joe Biden has finally given Ukraine permission to use Army Tactical Missile Systems (ATACMS) supplied by the US, to strike russian troops and military instalations on internationally recognized russian territory. ATACMS have a range lf 300 kilometers and can only be fired at russian border regions from Ukraine. The United Kingdom and France have quickly followed suit, permitting Ukraine to do the same with the Storm Shadow/SCALP missiles supplied by them. This move has angered russians who have been firing missiles, including hypersonic, aerobalistic, ones with far greater range than ATACMS and nuclear-capable ones, at Ukraine themselves since day one. In an escalation disguised as a mirror response to strikes on military instalations, as is a typical russian tactic, russia has fired a new type of hypersonic missile with the prototype name 'ORESHNIK' (russian: 'Hazel') at a civilian industrial facility in Dnipro, Ukraine, calling it a 'message to the West', regarding russia's 'red lines'. The American Right, including President-elect Donald Trump, has, due to their support of russia, latched onto the renewed public attention due to this russian escalation, abusing fears of World War Three for their own purposes, by echoing russian narratives, painting Biden and the Democrats as warmongers in the war russia started, is escalating and which they could end any day. Donald Trump has now for the first time commented Joe Biden's ATACMS decision himself in an interview with Time Magazine, instead of letting his cronies like his son Donald Trump Jr., Tucker Carlson etc. do the talking. He, of course, criticized the decision as senseless and an escalation. Unconfirmed rumors had previously claimed that, before Joe Biden made the decision to permit Ukraine to strike russia with ATACMS, Trump had discussed the matter in a meeting with him and had given his approval. My personal speculative opinion, given his now-published comments, is that Trump approved of the idea, just so he could call Biden a warmonger for it later. The Pentagon recently stated that russia had signaled its intention to launch another ORESHNIK missile, following Ukraine's continued ATACMS strikes at russian military instalations.
DE JURE PRESIDENT AND DE FACTO DICTATOR OF NATO AND EU NATION HUNGARY, Viktor Orban, has continued his undermining of the Western alliances with more pro-russian political maneuvering. He has announced that he had proposed a Christmas ceasefire and massive prisoner swap to russia and Ukraine, then claimed that Ukraine had rejected the proposal. Kremlin spokesman Dmitry Peskov claimed that russia was interested in the proposal and reiterated the same russian lie that they were never opposed to peace talks. Factually, russia has sabotaged or rejected all diplomatic attempts at ending the war to conditions which would be acceptable for both Ukraine and russia, made by Ukraine, NATO nations, EU nations and even BRICS nations, since day zero. The Ukrainian government claimed that Orban had never made such a proposal to Ukraine. My personal opinion, given Orban's track record of lying, is that the Ukrainian government's claim is 100% truthful.
UKRAINIAN PRESIDENT ZELENSKYY HAS, in a disappointing, russia-style maneuver, massively understated Ukrainian battlefield losses, claiming that around 43.000 Ukrainian soldiers had been killed in the war. Most reliable Western estimates of Ukrainian casualties by mid-2024 averaged around at least 70.000.
ZELENSKYY HAS ALSO, in various statements, hinted at the possibility of ceding annexed territory to russia, in order to bring about a ceasefire, a possibility which he had previously ruled out. Ahead of a NATO meeting, Zelenskyy had proposed that NATO should invite only the Ukrainian-controlled parts of Ukraine into the alliance, in order to make it possible for Ukraine to join immediately, as NATO cannot accept new members which are at war. Since this was not done, Zelenskyy later also proposed that instead of an immediate NATO invitation, a ceasefire could also be guaranteed by stationing NATO peacekeeeping forces, after a ceasefire would be reached, a proposal which is currently being intensively discussed by the leaders of Germany, Poland, France and the United Kingdom. My opinion is that Zelenskyy is panicking due to Donald Trump, who is a russian agent and who spreads Putin's narratives verbatim, having been re-elected President of the United States. Because of Trump's threats to withdraw all support for Ukraine and perhaps even NATO, Zelenskyy is now trying to get a ceasefire in place as quickly as possible, instead of recapturing Ukrainian territories which were annexed by russia, in order to prevent a total russian destruction of Ukraine without American support. This is also why he's been insistent on joining NATO or getting NATO peacekeeping forces immediately, to guarantee that russia would honor any ceasefire.
WORKERS OF THE UNITED NATIONS' INTERNATIONAL ATOMIC ENERGY AGENCY (IAEA), who were allowed by russian occupiers to establish a presence at the occupied Ukrainian Zaphorizhzhia Nuclear Power Plant in the partially occupied Enerhodar region, for the purpose of maintaining the safety of the power plant, reported one of their vehicles having been struck by a drone on a road close to the power plant. My personal opinion is that, since the IAEA vehicles were travelling together with Ukrainian vehicles, this was definetly another russian false-flag operation, like russia's many other false-flag operations surrounding the power plant, in order to create fear of a nuclear catastrophe. If it wasn't clear yet, russia are global terrorists.
UNLIKE WHAT HEADLINES OF SOME WESTERN NEWS OUTLETS MIGHT INSINUATE, the russian Foreign Ministry's statement, warning russians of travelling to Western countries, has nothing to do with the Pentagon's statement that russia might launch another ORESHNIK missile. The full statement given by russian Foreign Ministry spokeswoman Maria Zakharova is actually a tirade which projects any and all russian guilt of arbitrary enforcement of law, onto the United States, Canada and most EU nations, as is typical for russian propaganda.
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bodhrancomedy · 1 year ago
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I saw a poll about the best opening line ever and it was kinda a shitty choice so I want to show you my favourite opening lines I’ve written.
The Cat Druid & The Arsonist
“In three years of running the only cat sanctuary in Middle Bresser, I’ve heard a lot of their odd tales about how they ended up there.”
The Way Through the Woods
“It had taken almost a century of denial - and nearly two more of experimentation - before Palamon Keeper accepted it was, in fact, impossible for him to die.”
Nostos and the Filigree Lantern
“The earth opened up on a Tuesday just before noon.”
Dmitry Donne and the Great Lawyer Caper
“Dmitry Donne was twenty-six years of age, a fact he did his best to obfuscate in either direction.”
The Heart of the Garden is a Single Silver Rose
“We must start our story at the end because that is where we must start it.”
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a-hollow-forest · 9 months ago
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cw eating disorder talk under the cut (specifically ARFID and sensory issues around food)
there really, desperately needs to be a new ED diagnosis for sensory issues around food because i have been trying to find help for what i have going on for y e a r s at this point and the closest i've ever gotten is ARFID (Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder)
but the thing is? i am 99.999% sure i don't have ARFID. i'm starting to wonder how many other autistic folk in the same boat as me also don't have ARFID. because according to all the research i can find ARFID is caused by/expressed in fear/anxiety around food. which means it is NOT based around the fact that for some people food genuinely is as awful as we are worried it will be
anxiety can be treated with exposure therapy. ARFID can be treated with exposure therapy. because it's about desensitizing you to something that isn't 'really' a threat (reductive for the sake of the strain thinking about this topic puts on me, please forgive)
but just like how you can't treat overstimulation with desensitization (eg. an autistic person who cannot socialise due to sensory overwhelm needs accommodations for their sensory needs rather than ways to cope with the emotional impact of going unaccommodated), you can't treat a sensory issue surrounding food with coping skills for being less stressed about the food
but because there isn't a specific eating disorder diagnosis for food-based sensory sensitivities , i can't find any fucking resources on how i'm supposed to eat in a way that isn't slowly fucking killing me due to malnutrition/weight related health conditions. the resources i can find for the next closest thing are all the equivalent of telling an autistic person having a meltdown that they just need to get their emotions under control i fucking hate it here
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mariacallous · 1 month ago
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In over a thousand days of Russia’s full-scale war against Ukraine, pro-Kremlin rhetoric has escalated far beyond disinformation. It has transformed into a dangerous campaign of hate speech, laying the ideological groundwork for atrocities and war crimes(opens in a new tab) in Bucha, Irpin(opens in a new tab), Mariupol, Karamtorsk and so many other places in Ukraine(opens in a new tab).
Under the guise of “denazification” (the Kremlin’s term for removing democratically elected leaders in Ukraine and restoring Russian imperial control), the Kremlin has been using the toxic word “Nazi” to systematically dehumanize and demonise Ukrainians instilling the belief into the public and the Russian military, that Ukrainian existence is inherently threatening and must be quashed.
An article published by the EU sanctioned(opens in a new tab) RIA Novosti, Russia’s main state-controlled news agency, just few months after the start of Russia’s full-scale invasion exemplified this type of rhetoric. Titled “What Russia Should Do with Ukraine”, it outlined a chilling blueprint for Ukraine’s destruction and mass repression. It went as far as to propose renaming and erasing the word “Ukraine” from the Russian language, and replace it with enforced Russian cultural and legal structures over decades of repressive occupation. This is a the recipe of annihilation of the Ukrainian state and identity.
Such genocidal fantasies have been echoed and amplified by other high-profile Kremlin figures, including Dmitry Medvedev, who has openly called for Ukraine and its people to “disappear.” Another top Russian official, a former deputy prime minister, and former head of the Russian space agency Dmitry Rogozin(opens in a new tab) called Ukraine an “existential threat” and urged to “put an end to them” once and for all.
Mainstreaming Hate Speech
In Russia, the hate speech targeting Ukraine has become mainstream. It has permeated the Russian information space and the leading pro-Kremlin disinformation outlets are taking on several discursive strategies:
Dehumanisation – suggesting, for example, that Ukrainians have turned into animals, to evoke feelings of revulsion and contempt.
Demonisation – both literally and figuratively, to blame Ukraine for Russia’s misfortunes;
Denial of existence – by insisting that Ukraine is not a real country(opens in a new tab), but a construct of Western manipulation and thus an existential threat to Russia.
Mirror accusations – by falsely accusing Ukrainians of planning to commit atrocities against the would-be “liberators”. One of most stark examples of this: RT claiming that “Ukrainians want Russian blood” a fortnight before the invasion.
Historical revisionism – in particular negating or glorifying past terror. Central to this strategy is the oft-repeated phrase “We Can Do It Again”. According to human rights researchers(opens in a new tab), this phrase in particular invokes some of the darkest parts of Ukraine’s history, including Stalin’s purges and Holodomor, suggesting that these atrocities of the past “can be repeated” today.
Taken together over years of repetition on Russian state-controlled outlets, such rhetoric has normalised not just the invasion, but the extreme violence that accompanies it, justifying atrocities as acts of alleged self-defence and bolstering public support for aggression. The result is a systematic erosion of empathy, enabling war crimes under the guise of protecting “Russian interests”.
Don’t be deceived. Stand with Ukraine.
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dmitri-shenker · 2 months ago
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Dmitri sat upright on the edge of the examination bed, swinging his legs while the handsome Doctor was turned around, fiddling with the some equipment or other. The guard hadn't told Dmitri anything about what was going on, but the secretary had explained that they were taking his blood for use in medical research. Dmtiri had no real objections to that. He wasn't remotely upset by needles, as demonstrated by his heavy decoration of tattoos and his ear piercings. In fact, he might have been inclined to donate blood if they accepted it from gay werewolves regularly getting body modifications. His current warden, however, did not enjoy the sight of needles and had elected to stay sat in the corridor, the door propped wide open, while Dmitri sat with his shirt off to give the Doctor better access.
As Dr Surendra turned around, Dmitri made no secret of how much he was also being examined. Dmitri liked a man that looked like that. Unmistakably masculine, but with a soft quality to his aura. Broad in the shoulders, tall, but Dmitri doubted he'd ever been in a physical fight. Human too, which meant that if it came down to it, Dmitri had just as good of a chance, even with the collar on. There were still a few things that puzzled Dmitri, though. The accent - English, but imprecisely so. Dmtiri had lived in England long enough to know most accents by ear. This one... Well, nobody actually used RP unless they were wealthy, at the very least. Or not actually from England. The shoes - far too expensive for most normal people to want to wear in an environment in which they could have bodily fluids spilt on them.
He leant forward as Dr Surendra stood in front of him. He smelt expensive too. Interesting. "Nice shoes. Fancy. Da? You collect them or something?" He wiggled his eyebrows, giggling a little as he sat back. Dr Surendra had already garnered Dmitri's interest beyond a quick ogle. "Must be confident I'm not going to drip on you."
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