#and are currently harassing people who stepped away from him

[that0nebird]

Tw// Kwite allegations

Friendly reminder to stop using the slazo situation as a way to say what happened to kwite shouldn't have happened. Like I get what you mean and it is shitty what happened but maybe don't use a situation where kwite himself played a big role in pushing false allegations onto a FRIEND without giving a single fuck how that would have affected them.

[infiniteglitterfall]

my all-time favorite Palestinian activist

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"I think [reaching Greece in an overcrowded boat no one knew how to drive] was one of the happiest moments in my life, because I survived. And I stayed in Greece -- and I was supposed to stay there to apply for my asylum and get my life there.

"Unfortunately, with the atrocities of October the 7th and my activism, the threats I received when I was in Greece by some radical pro-Palestinian folks, I decided to leave.

"And based on a friend's recommendation, I decided to go to Germany because it's somehow considered safer than the other European countries and there is somehow enough space for a free speech here."

"Voicing dissent [in Gaza] was not an option. Hamas has a no tolerance policy for criticism or objections to any of its policies. Even discussion is forbidden.

"Any journalist who objects or criticizes a policy is suspended and investigated. Demonstrations are strictly prohibited. Freedom of speech in Gaza is a fantasy.

"The dirtiest tool Hamas uses to silence citizens is character assassination through online campaigns accusing dissenters of working for hostile bodies or committing immoral acts.

"Hamas also routinely breaks into the homes of people deemed disloyal and humiliates them in front of their family and neighbors.

"...A huge social gap opened between the wealthy elite who belong to Hamas and the rest of the population who were increasingly living in driving poverty. Public sector jobs were limited to Hamas members, and taxes were increasing on necessities day by day, even as the cost of living skyrocketed.

"Many of us could no longer bear it. I was one of them.

"Though we knew dissenters were subject to imprisonment, torture, and even murder, in 2019, a few of us decided to join forces and form a protest to voice our opposition to Hamas. We called it the 'We Want to Live' demonstration.

"Our demonstration elicited an extreme reaction by Hamas. They violently cracked down on the protests and we were all arrested.

"I will never forget my first day in jail—walking up the steps listening to screams of my colleagues, most of them fellow students, who had been arrested before me. I was held under arrest for 21 days and subjected to various types of torture. I was beaten with batons and sprayed with cold water in the late winter night hours.

"My friends didn't fare much better. A Christian friend was in the next cell and I could hear them screaming at him, 'You are a Christian and you don't like the situation? Then go to another country!'

"After we were released, most of those who participated in the demonstrations emigrated away from Gaza. There was no hope for any change in the current situation. We suffered ongoing harassment by Hamas members.

"Some died trying to leave, like Tamer Al-Sultan, a pharmacist whose crime was asking for a reconciliation between Hamas and Fatah. [The political party of the Palestinian president, which Hamas violently kicked out of Gaza in a 2007 coup.]

"People's living conditions got worse. The wealth gap expanded even further. We protested again in 2023 and were crushed in the same manner as in 2019.

"I was arrested again by Hamas last year and held for 14 days, this time in a small cell with no bed, no window, and barely enough space to sit down. I was released on bail on the condition that I not take part in any further demonstrations.

"I still expressed my opinion occasionally on social media, but the arrest warrants after each post and the continuous threats from Hamas members and accusations of treason made me lose hope that I could make any kind of change.

"I left Gaza in August [2023] to seek a better future for myself and my family."

"I know firsthand that when ordinary Gazans like myself protested against Hamas, there was no media attention.

"No human rights organizations demanded the release of prisoners held for months in Hamas prisons, not to mention those who were tortured by Hamas, and even killed by Hamas—like Issam Al-Saaffein, who was killed under torture in Hamas's jails.

"This trend has continued during the present war. Since October 7, hundreds of Gazans have been killed by Hamas' failing rockets. Hamas has confiscated the food, fuel, and medicine sent to Gaza, and they did not stop here.

"13-year-old Ahmad Breka was shot in the head by Hamas in Rafah while attempting to collect humanitarian aid. Others were fortunate because they were merely shot in the legs by Hamas while attempting to grab humanitarian goods that Hamas stole and kept in their facilities.

"These inhumane acts, along with the agony that Gazans have undergone since October, prompted many to demonstrate anew during this war. They demonstrated in Khan-Younis in front of Yahya Sinwar's house; others protested in the north, asking that Hamas free the captives and cease the war.

"They received the same response from Hamas that I did: They were fired upon.

"And once again, the global media largely overlooked these crimes.

"Daring to take some food in the midst of a war or protesting Hamas isn't the only activity Hamas has persecuted us Gazans for; attempting to play any part of delivering this aid to those in need, or even considering playing any role the day after the war, is enough to get anybody the death penalty from Hamas.

"That's what happened to the Abu-Amro tribe leader, along with two members of his tribe who were killed by Hamas militants a few days ago.

"A couple of months ago, they beheaded the head of a clan leader in the north of Gaza and issued a statement on social media: 'We murdered him, and we will do so to anyone who stands against us and cooperates with Israel.'

"Others who publicly criticized Hamas during the war were reported missing."

[leviathans-watching]

copping a feel of the older brothers

includes: lucfier, mammon, levi x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list

warnings: though it's alright with the boys and they even find it funny/enjoy it/etc. this could possibly read as harassment so if that's something you're sensitive to...

a/n: this is with an already established relationship with them btw!! do not go around doing this to people you know!! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, and req, so come stop by!

please please please reblog

lucifer always seems to have a sixth sense for when you’re feeling down, no matter how serious the situation is.

“it’s just not fair!” you insist emotionally. “i mean, he was my favorite character. and he died!”

lucifer, bless him, doesn’t always know what to do with that sixth sense. “that must be…difficult. um, do you want me to get levi? i’m sure he’d understand your…plight…better than i would.”

“no, it’s fine,” you say, pouting only slightly. “i’m sorry, i must be bothering you.”

“no, no,” lucifer quickly disagrees. “look, would a hug make you feel better?”

a hug? now, that was rare for him to offer! but you jump on the chance, nodding pitifully. his arms wrap around you then, warm and strong, and you press your cheek to his collarbone.

“is this better?” he asks, and you nod against him, pressing your hands to his back. his broad and muscular back, you notice, and fully taking advantage of the situation, you run your hands across the muscles, digging into them lightly.

lucifer coughs slightly, pulling back. “are you quite finished feeling me up?” he asks pointedly, but there’s a sparkle of amusement in his eyes.

“honestly? not yet,” you say, and his sigh is long-suffering, but he lets you continue mapping the expanse of his back, even as his ears turn slightly red.

mammon moves quickly, catching you before you fall. “hey, be careful! i don’t need a human splatter stain at the bottom of the stairs.”

“thanks,” you say, gripping his arm. “that was a close one!”

“and that’s why you need to pay attention, idiot,” he scowls.

“i don’t really need to, not if you’re always here to save me,” you say slyly, giving his biceps a nice squeeze. dang, he’s packing some surprising muscle there!

“well,” mammon says, as his chest fulls up with pride, “i know i’m great and all, but i won’t always be there. and hey, stop that!” he swats your hand away form his arm, and you grin.

“sorry, sorry, i was just impressed by your muscles.”

his brows raise and his ego swells. “oh, well, in that case,” he says with a booming laugh, holding his arm out to you. “feel all you want! i’m the great mammon, after all! it should only be expected that i come with great, impressive muscles too!”

levi shakes you, trying to wake you up.

“five more minutes,” you groan, not even opening your eyes, and he frowns.

“you were the one who told me to wake you.”

“that wasn’t me,” you deny. “that was evil me. evil me who ahtes current me. five more minutes.”

“no, you’ve got to get up now,” levi continues, and is stopped by your hand landing blindly on his face, covering his mouth.

“shhh,” you insist, and he sits there, frozen, as your hand moves down from his mouth, to his neck and collarbone. fingers ghosting over this adam’s apple, you stroke his skin, making him flush, and seriously, what kind of dreams are you having now to be making that face?!?

with a great deal of effort, levi moves your hand from where it’s traveling dangerously close to his chest and shakes you hard. “get up!” he says, quickly, and this time it works.

“huh? oh, levi. thanks for waking me,” you say, stretching. “why is your face all red? did something happen?”

“n-no!” he almost shouts, taking a few steps back. “will you just get out of bed?”

“i’m coming, i’m coming,” you say, pushing the covers back. “man, i was having a great dream, too!”

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[villainbun]

Give him control

Vox x Fem!reader

Tw: yandere Vox, toxic relationship, power imbalance, jealousy(?), sexual harassment (not from Vox), mentions of blowjob and cockwarming

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It was just another night working as a server at Club Hell 666. You were lucky that your intimate connection to the most hypnotic member of the Vees landed you this job. Vox, on the other hand, was absolutely irritated that Val agreed to it before even consulting with him first, not to mention how exposed you were in that uniform. It was barely covering your ass and your breasts. He did enjoy you walking around in skimpy dresses if it was for his eyes only. He would rather have you warm his bed every night instead of you being gawked by others.

When you came home a few months ago, you walked up to him with spring in your step. You told him ecstatically about your new job. Seeing how excited you were, he didn’t want to spoil that happiness for you.

He couldn’t help but think about how idiotic he was back then. He should’ve never been so lenient with you. His blood boiled as he watched you from afar. You were serving a group of intoxicated men who were undressing you with their eyes and trying to flirt while slurring their words. As soon as you left to grab more drinks, one of them loudly made crude comments about how you would look better walking around naked to attend to customers and flaunting that slutty body. Another one replied saying how your holes were probably all stretched out and no longer pleasurable if you were working at Valentino’s club instead of being in the studio. Vox overheard those bastards, not like they were being super discreet about spewing disgusting nonsense about his partner.

“Don’t they know you fucking belong to him?” he thought while his red eyes shot daggers at them. A few minutes later, you passed through his booth and winked at him hoping he would be happy to see you even if it was for a bit instead you were met with an angry Vox. He pulled you in by the arm and demanded that you stayed seated next to him for the rest of the night. You glanced at your boss wondering if it was okay, but fortunately he was too busy blowing red smoke into the people in his arms and recruiting them to even care. As soon as you complied and sat next to your overlord boyfriend, you could feel how tense he was. He kept you close to him as if he was worried you were going to run away.

Even with you tightly held against him, Vox couldn’t satiate his anger. He couldn’t wrap his head around why you wanted to waste your time working at the club. If you wanted to work that much, he would get you a job as one of his assistants, so he could keep a closer eye on you and be in control of what you wear. Maybe he would put you in short pencil skirts since you don’t have a problem with your current indecent uniform. If you get him hot and bothered enough, he’ll make you go under the table and suck him off. Better yet, he might just keep you on his lap and make you cockwarm him while he focuses on making money for both of you.

That’s it. He has decided no more freedom for you. Tomorrow, he’ll have a word with Val about you quitting your job, not that you will ever be aware of it. All you need to know is that you were fired by your boss for being too incompetent. Then, you will have no choice but to lean on Vox for his support and to depend on him for everything.

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[eternalfics]

hihi!!! first ask ever so sorry if this comes off as nonsense ahhh 😭😭😭 but i was wondering if you could do like a saiki k x male reader? where male reader transfers into pk academy and is like teruhashi in terms of looks but in terms of personality, he's a more socially awkward quiet and introverted person? so whenever a whole group of students swarm around him, he just freezes in place like he doesnt know what to do and waits for someone to save him like a teacher 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

awkward..?

a/n: hi pookie bear 😘 totally understand you and hope you request more! I was kind of in the writing mood 2day anyway so ��

warnings:

summary: you find yourself in an awkward situation in the new school you transferred to? is it gonna get better? worse?

okay, this wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be? just a couple stares and gasps as you walked around the school, completely lost.

sure you could have asked a student, but the way they just stared at you in shock when you asked them creeped you out. was there something on your face?

oh! what about that girl with blue hair talking to somebody? it’s rude to interupt a conversation, but it’s just a quick question, it won’t hurt anybody.

you walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. you squinted your eyes slightly from the light she gave off, is this normal? “excuse me, do you know where class-“ you paused. your eyes bulged out of your head. she was gorgeous! you weren’t really looking, expecting that she wouldn’t say anything too but when you met eyes with her you didn’t realise that she was that pretty!

“hm?” she smiled at you gently, waiting for you to say what you were gonna say. come on y/n, she probably dosent have all day and that girl next to her with short brown hair looks.. sad? it’s fine. “do you know where.. year two class three is?”

“oh yeah, I’m in that class!” the girl grinned at you. “my name is kokomi teruhashi, by the way,” teruhashi introduced herself. “come on, I’ll show you where you have to be,” she grabbed your hand and lead you to your class. is she an angel?

after awkwardly introducing yourself in front of the class, sitting in front of a pink haired weirdo and having a few people stare at you, class was over! you were having a good day so far.

as you stepped out of the class, people started to quickly surround you, asking a lot of questions or admiring you way too close.. is this what it was going to be like everyday? girls giggling and squealing over you? you felt trapped and a bit flustered.

“what’s your name?” “let’s hang out some time!” “can I do your homework?” most of the girls questioned you. you should have known this would have happened, now your a frozen, awkward person in the hallway, currently getting harassed 😢

you also saw a guy with purple hair with a furious expression. he was looking at you too, is he jealous of the attention? what is wrong with this school..?

you blinked for a second, and pop! your on the rooftop! what the hell just happened, first you got actually got some girls, now there’s witches in this school? oh, there’s that pink haired weirdo that you were sitting in front of, STANDING. RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. YOU.

is this a dream? it totally is a dream because it’s not normal for a pink haired to kidnap you on a roof top. saiki, who was so offended after being rudely insulted as a ‘pink haired weirdo’ two times already, was already getting tired of your thoughts. just for one day, he wanted to do something nice for someone and he gets this.

“u-uh, thanks for getting me out of there,” you said, scratching the back of your head. “atleast he actually has some decency to thank me for that,” saiki thought. he nodded, turned around and started walking away.

“wait!” you called out to him. “not this again,” saiki thought as he turned around. “what’s your name?” you asked him with a gentle smile. “saiki kusuo,” he replied with a blank expression, before walking away. wow, he really didn’t want anything do to with you. but at least you gained a new friend! we’ll see..

[lvrslvt3]

ANOTHER BLANKET | h. lewis

main masterlist | youtube masterlist

pairings : harrylewis x reader

summary : reader is being harassed by a creepy man harry is a little too late to save her. [ words ]

warnings : creepy man, verbal sexual harassment, very mild violence, alcohol use, drugs mentioned. established relationship

notes : this is my first ever fic so i’m very sorry if it’s bad and for any mistakes, if you have any suggestions or requests feel free to say.

halfway through the third day of the festival you had left most of your group to go and see another band with a few of the girls you had met — not interested in the artist the boys were obsessed with.

obviously, despite harry trusting you with his life, the boys had instructed you to meet them by a certain group of port-a-loos so they could take you back to the campsite safely, the girls you were with had kept you company until it turned quiet and they had to leave to find their own tent, meaning you were now stood alone.

your outfit was way too revealing for the current weather since you hadn’t fully realised how cold it would be until now, when all the adrenaline and excitement was rushed out of you and all you wanted was to go to sleep. you were almost leaning against the makeshift toilet as you waited.

sighing out, you glanced down at your phone but harry hadn’t sent any more texts except the last one only ten minutes ago reading ‘on my way’. crossing your arms you tried to find any body heat as you looked for your boyfriend and his group of friends.

“you cold?” the voice almost made you jump but your body had slowed down with todays activities. at first glance you could tell that the man speaking to you was on something with his fuzzy looking eyes and slurred speech. you weren’t sure what he was on but you didn’t want to be around it.

you didn’t answer his question directly, instead just shaking your head with a polite smile. “i’m fine, thanks.” you expected him to go away but instead he continued to stare you down, causing you to pull up your low waisted trousers a little more to hide yourself from the creepy man.

“just waiting on my boyfriend and his friends to come and get me…” you felt extremely uncomfortable in his presence, so you used the trick you usually did. men — especially ones that are drunk or on drugs — didn’t fully respect you until they knew you had a man.

of course he was different, a lazy smirk finding its way onto his dirty looking face. “so?” he shrugged while taking a step closer to you, now only a little bit away from where you stood backed up against the loo’s.

you glanced down at your phone and typed out a text quickly before sending it, simply saying the words ‘hurry, creepy man’ because you knew it would have harry running across the field until he found you. “are you okay?” you questioned the man in hopes he would back away.

you were trying to keep him distracted so he wouldn’t be solely focused on getting close to you. “i am now i’m with you, baby.” his bad attempt at being smooth made you physically cringe, but you stood up straight instead of showing weakness.

“my boyfriend is on his way right now, he’ll be here any second.” you stated in hopes on scaring him off. instead, he took another step until he was directly infront of you. he smelled disgusting but he didn’t seem to notice or mind.

“i don’t see any boyfriend, girl—“

he reached out his hand to touch you just as you kicked him straight in the balls as hard as you were able to. he let out an very audible grunt before falling to the ground quickly after.. “you little bitch!” he swore out before hissing in pain again.

you took a few steps away from the man on the ground, ignoring his rambles when you heard the noise of people trecking over the grass using a very fast pace. the sudden noise only installed more fear in you — right up until you realised who it was.

harry, ethan and tobi were running toward you full speed, all of them looking relieved when they saw that you were fine. “there’s my little guardian angels.” a smile graced your face at the sight of them.

harry immediately began to check you were okay before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and placing a kiss firmly on to the top of your head. “jesus christ, you scared the shit out of me.” finally, you felt safe.

“no worries, i handled him.” you referenced to the man still on the ground. “what the fuck did you do to him, y/n?” ethan chuckled slightly at the agony the man on the floor was currently experiencing.

“i only kneed him in the balls, he’s overreacting.” you brushed the creepy man off while leaning further into harry’s chest, beginning to walk away from the scene, feeling glad the boys hadn’t spoken to the drugged out man.

“you’re not going off on your own again—“ harry squeezed your shoulder to get his point across, “i’ll come wherever you want, ‘kay?” he peered down at you as you nodded with a small smile on your lips.

“where’s the rest of yous?” you questioned as all four of you joined the much smaller crowd walking towards the tents. most people had headed straight for bed while others took there time. “they copped out early.” was the answer.

“yeah, like big losers.” ethan’s own comment sent him into a fit of laughter, far too drunk to realise that no one else was joining in. tobi chuckled slightly at his friend until they finally reached there campsite. you all had paid extra for a nicer area, in which there wasn’t campfires set by drunks ready to burn down all of your belongings.

“night, tobs, thanks for making sure i was okay.” you gave the boy a half hug before glancing at ethan that was already stumbling off to go and find his own tent. “need any help with him?” you referred to the almost black out boy.

“nah, he’ll be fine.” tobi answered before following after the ginger. “come on, then.” harry wrapped his arms properly around you to lead you to your shared tent, climbing in quietly to not disturb anybody else.

“i feel dead.” you murmured with a grunt while harry zipped back up the opening. you quickly changed out of your restricting clothes into a baggy shirt and some pyjama shorts, finally able to become fully comfortable.

“we’ll don’t die until monday,” harry joked as he aswell changed into sweatpants to sleep in, “i’m not driving home with those idiots.” he referenced to your friends that were currently in there own tents.

you only chuckled before climbing into the large sleeping bag you had purchased together, a very thin mattress underneath that kept you both off of the ground by a few inches and made sleeping a lot easier for the both of you.

“hurry up.” you groaned out while harry set his clothes away, “i’m freezing.” you complained until he finally climbed into your shared sleeping bag, the goosebumps on your arms slowly fading as you snuggled into him for warmth.

“alright, babe, i already have a blanket i don’t need another.” he teased you but held you closer until you were practically draped over him. you didn’t even bother to react — too used to your boyfriends teasing comments.

instead you let the silence respond to him so you could finally close yout eyes and let exhaustion take over. thankfully, you fell asleep quickly thanks to your sore limbs and harry’s overly warm body making the sleeping bag feel like your own personal oven.

[violetmuses]

I Hear Sirens - A. Aretas 🚔🚨

Title: I Hear Sirens - A. Aretas 🚔🚨

Fandom: "Bad Boys" Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When three headlining names reach your side, anything can happen.

Author's Note: Here is another request. Enjoy! 💜 @nelo0wesker

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2024

This bounty struck down everywhere as three professionals investigated this large frame case up against deceased Captain Conrad Howard.

“Hold up. I thought we'd visit Tabitha.” Miami Detective Marcus Burnett questions his partner Mike Lowrey when plans change on the run.

“Uh-huh. I know someone better.” Mike shook his head.

“Who?” Even criminal Armando Aretas glanced toward his biological father with curiosity.

“Nobody knows her real name, but this woman moves all over for different reasons.” Mike cleared his throat while explaining. “Special Ops, hacking, undercover shit. You name the plot and she's probably done it.”

“How do you know she's legit?” Armando's interest piqued.

“You'll see. Let's go.” Mike stepped out of this truck when Aretas parked near one of the last places.

______

“I'm looking for a woman, she works here.” Mike lowered his voice while standing near others. Their true location still moved past this late-night spot.

“Are you sure about that?” One bartender squinted toward Mike and Marcus.

“Got cash in my pocket. Tell me the location if you don't trust them.” Despite looking out of place wearing this Bud Light shirt and trucker hat, Armando spoke up. Jeans covered both legs and scuffed boots walked along.

“Hell yeah. She's down in the cellar, man. Last door.” That bartender accepted wrinkled bills and slid one shot on the house.

Armando drowned this beverage in five seconds, tapping down the glass.

“Thanks.” Armando nodded, jutting his chin before stepping away.

“No problem.” The bartender kept working, observant while Mike and Marcus looked flabbergasted.

“Did you just bribe that motherfucker?” Mike screwed up his face, bewildered toward Armando.

“No more rules. C'mon.” Armando stopped himself from laughing.

“That's your son.” Marcus chuckled as Mike rolled both eyes.

_____

High-tech cameras alerted you before people even knocked.

Shit!

Mike Lowrey, Marcus Burnett, and Armando Aretas showed up on your doorstep, wanted fugitives.

Sliding back the Judas Window first, you won't even open this main door yet.

“Yes?” You call from this brief space located between yourself and three men.

“Took some work, but we found this place. Can you help us out?” Mike Lowrey noticed your presence.

“With a bounty looming right over your heads, I wouldn't even step out. All of you seem better off hiding, Detective.” You crossed both arms.

“Captain Howard is innocent and we can prove it.” Mike defended this case.

“What do you need?” You tilted your head, still annoyed.

“Let us in first.” Mike seemed frustrated because time dwindled.

“Why?” You clipped.

“Cause these two are the worst fucking fugitives!” Armando called out.

At that moment, you cracked up and finally opened the door.

“Damn!” You nearly gape after noticing their current outfits.

“We've been shot at and harassed for days. Stop laughing.” Marcus squinted.

Even Armando nearly grinned, but Mike watched him through silence.

“We need different clothes, a new ride, and some phones.” Mike is absolutely serious.

“Yeah. Guns, too.” Aretas slyly leaned over and turned up the volume for your music system.

“What the hell are you doing?” Mike faced Armando once more.

Ignoring Lowrey again, Armando sits down in this empty chair and questions you.

“Who's James McGrath?” Aretas started.

“Army Ranger who ended up being tortured by the cartel. He's only joined a faction to gain power.” You highlight details. “Now you know.”

“Thanks.” Armando confirmed information. “Is there anything that you want before we leave?

“If you survive, call me.” You then gestured your hand regarding Aretas.

Both Mike and Marcus scoffed in unison.

“Deal.” Armando winked just as you planned their requests tonight.

_____

Just weeks later, one international text message reached your phone:

Armando: Waiting in Mexico. Thanks for helping us. 🇲🇽

You smiled and booked this upcoming flight, planning to see him.

"Without you, I've got nothing to lose. - "On The Run" by JAY-Z & Beyoncé

[chaifootsteps]

If no one is going to say it, I will....Im thankful that viv didn't keep Michael as AD.

No, i'm not a stan, I don't hate Michael, and I know it kinda sucked for him to lose that spot but you know what?

It was for the best tbh.

When the old VA cast from the pilot did that bittersweet "thank You and goodnight" video, neither of the VAs that was still working for SH was able to participate, it was incredibly shady at the moment and given how V*v treated people that stepped slightly away from her projects in the past, then I guess that not only Michael wouldn't had being able to sing but wouldn't had starred the wonderful rolles he currently has and there is a high chance that anyone loves some of the characters he voices, being either Designator N, Rocky, Jax, and so much more than what we could have had if he was still trapped in SH.

Not to mention the people that he would have attracted...remember that creepy Valentino cosplayer that thought it was okay to attack him just because he voiced angel? How many times you can guess that it would keep happening if he keep the role? Without generalizing, Hazbin and Helluva attract a good bunch of ...ejem..."cases", that believe that harming, insulting and belitting others over a cartoon is fine because they are "passionate" and V*v never call out those who do or say cuestionable stuff in her fandom.

I'm glad, i'm wholeheartedly glad Michael dodged that bullet, because he is to nice to stick in a badly writted character for GOD knows how long and be harassed by weirdos that can't behave properly, influenced by the most chaotic fandom i've seen.

Anyways, goodnight sir, always happy to see you around, don't let the "cases" ruin your cool vibe.

-Midnight anon if that's not taken

As much as it hurts to say, as loved and missed as Michal's Angel was, agreed. He's in a better place with better people now, creating things alongside people who wouldn't dream of treating him the way he and Ashley were treated.

Some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

[eruden-writes]

Choosing the Bear - Part 3 (Zeke x Bambi)

Shifter Paranormal Romance Supernatural is a Secret 2 of ???

Inspired by the Man or Bear in the Woods question/meme.

Bambi Barker never anticipated having to run for her life from her ex, Duke Walker, through an Appalachian forest. She also never thought she’d run into a white (polar?) bear in the middle of the god-dang forest, either.

Being stuck between a bear and a man, Bambi is about to get answers to questions she didn’t even know she had.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Part 1 - Part 2 - Masterlist

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Zeke took a step toward Bambi, closing the space between them. His fists balled at his sides and seriousness pinched between his brows. “You can’t tell no one, y’hear?”

For a breath, Bambi stared up at him, surprised. Did he think she was so vapid as to go blabbing about this to the town?

“What would I tell them? Who would believe me?” Bambi shook her head, giving a bitter snort. She noticed how Zeke still held his shoulders, stiff with tension. Leveling a look at him, she bit out, “Most people didn’t even believe me about Duke.”

Though still wary, Zeke’s shoulders sagged a little bit. He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head toward her. “What’s goin’ on there, anyhow?”

“I split up with him a couple years back, got custody of the kids, but he’s not lettin’ it go.” Averting her gaze, staring off into the darkness of the forest, Bambi sighed, “This time, he took it another step farther.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Her attention snapped back to Zeke, a frown creased at her lips. He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, head cocked and that infuriating masked expression she couldn’t even read back in high school. “What can I do? He’s a Walker.”

Under his beard, Zeke’s lips thinned before he gave a nod. “And the Walkers got the Barfield cops on their payroll, so reporting the harassment and stalkin’ and kidnapping ain’t doing much.”

“Pretty much.” Bambi rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air, frustration making her movements sharp. Silence fell after her short rejoinder. Heaving a sigh, she shook her head and crossed her own arms as she leaned against a tree. “Enough of my sob story. What’s going on with you?”

“Same old, same old.” He mirrored her body language, still facing her but also leaning back against a tree.

“I think I would’ve noticed a hulking white bear trawling through Barfield High, Zeke.” Her nose scrunched as she shot him a cheeky smile. A part of her realized how strange it was to be joking about this supernatural happening, but she couldn’t find the energy to care.

The familiar sour expression pinched at his face, bringing further amusement to Bambi’s lips. Her smile faded away when Zeke growled, “Drop it. Forget that happened.”

“Fine, whatever.” A familiar little ache shot through her, a frown overtaking her lips. Of course, he wouldn’t trust her. He didn’t trust her back in high school either. Hell, he didn’t seem to trust anyone. How in the world he ended up with a kid, she didn’t know. But she supposed one didn’t need to trust someone they fucked.

An owl hooted overhead and something scuttled in the bushes far to her left, reminding Bambi of her current situation. “Can you give me a lift back into town? I’m a little underdressed for a hike.”

“Can’t. I was out here foraging for the sanctuary. Gotta get back and take care of the animals.” Zeke rocked forward, off his tree and half-turned from the human woman. “If you head north, you’ll hit the highway in a little while.”

Bambi, on the other hand, hadn’t moved an inch. She did stare directly at him, her face frozen in an impassive expression. She was fairly certain he could see her in the dark better than she could him and he seemed to falter, seeing her lack of movement. “You expect me to go through the forest.”

“Yes,” he replied, his shoulders visibly tensing.

“In the dead of night. With my ex stalking the mountainside for me.” Now Bambi finally moved. She stepped closer to him, inclining her head and raising her eyebrows as her tone became steelier. “Not to mention mountain lions ‘n other bears or – Lord save me – other men out hunting for prey.”

She paused, conspicuously eyeing Zeke as she amended, “Well, human men.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, Zeke sighed. “Alright, fine. Stop the guilt tripping. Let me drop Mercy off at home and check on the animals, then I’ll take ya’ home.”

“Thanks, Zeke.” Tension that Bambi didn’t realize she’d been holding oozed out of her as her shoulders sagged.

His expression didn’t melt at her gratitude. “I ain’t bein’ kind. You gotta pay for gas by helpin’ with the animals.”

“Fine by me.” Bambi shrugged, undeterred by whatever chore he might have set his eyes on for her.

“Wait til you see what I’m gonna have you do.” In the dark, she caught sight of him grinning wickedly in the moonlight. It was probably meant to unsettle her or put her off, but it only served to get Bambi to meet his challenge head-on.

“Oh, by helping the animals, did you mean I’d be helping you—“ Her words choked off in a yelp as Zeke suddenly swung around, boxing Bambi against a tree.

As he leaned close, Bambi had to remind herself to breathe. Heat radiated off him and her nose filled with the scent of the woods and dirt and something wild. Zeke’s voice dipped low, a gravel to his words as his hot breath brushed over her cheek, “Don’t go sayin’ fool things, Bambi Barker.”

Covering up the effect he had on her, Bambi gave a slightly breathless laugh. “Aw, and here I thought I was talkin’ your language, Zeke Clements.”

When he pushed away, she caught the corner of the corner of his lip twitching upward under his beard. With a sigh that covered his amusement, he shook his head and turned away from her. “You’re just as impossible as I remember.”

“You’ve been thinkin’ of little ole me? How sweet.” Bambi fell into step behind Zeke, stepping carefully. With the adrenaline draining out, her legs were starting to tremble. Or that’s what she told herself. The aches of running around the forest were certainly catching up.

“You ain’t so little anymore.” Zeke scoffed, ducking to miss a low tree branch that Bambi didn’t even need to stoop for as she passed.

“Excuse me?” A flare of manufactured outrage made her forget of the pain in her feet.

He spun toward her so fast, she ran into his front. Before she could pull back and apologize – all offense forgotten with her own faux pas – warm hands squeezed her sides. She yelped, her hands going to Zeke’s forearms and leaning back as he leaned closer. His warm breath played over her shoulder as he taunted, “Packed on the pounds yourself. You even said so.”

Bambi swallowed down another inelegant sound when he squeezed her sides. A mish-mash of annoyance and fluster tangled in her gut. Before she could snap at him or mumble some sort of reply, Zeke’s nose twitched. His face tilted down and she heard another, deeper sniff.

“Where’s your shoes, Bambi?” He didn’t even look up at her. His voice had taken on the dangerous smoothness of a riptide.

“Duke took ‘em. Thought I wouldn’t run without ‘em.” Memories fluttered through Bambi, remembering the times when Zeke had previously taken on that voice. Usually, it resulted in a bully getting a walloping, whether it was a peer or even a parent.

He was madder than a hornet’s nest being used as a pinata. The thought knifed through Bambi, imagining what he thought. How pathetic she’d gotten since graduation. She’d heard enough about her failings from Duke.

Excuses lodged in her throat when Zeke suddenly scooped her up, one bulky arm under her knees and the other at her back. She gasped and instinctively looped an arm around his neck. “What do you think you’re doin’?!”

He’d already started walking again, sticks snapping under his heavy soles. He glared off into the distant night. Bambi thought they looked darker than they had a moment earlier. “Yer feet’re all cut up. I can smell the blood.”

“You didn’t have a problem with me walkin’ earlier,” Bambi shot back, her accusatory tone harkening back to his original plan to let her trek through the mountainside forest.

“Didn’t realize the blood I was smellin’ was yours.” Again, Zeke didn’t look down at her. He just continued glaring into the dark. Though Bambi thought there was an edge of guilt to his words. It was probably her imagination.

There wasn’t much to say in response. Her tired mind had gone to mush, anyhow. With her weight off her feet and the hypnotic rocking of Zeke’s walking, it was becoming harder for Bambi to keep her eyes open. The warmth radiating from the man and the steady thrum of his heart fought against the aches and pains in her body, as well.

Held by the bear of a man – true in more ways than one, Bambi deliriously thought – she slowly lolled off to sleep on that dark, dark mountainside.

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Kisses for You

PAIRING: Jisung x fem!reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post. This post has explicit content. This is written for entertainment purposes, and I cannot predict every interaction with this post.

SUMMARY: After some guy harassed you at a party. You came home with small injuries on your shoulders. Once Jisung sees those marks he feel obligated to make markings of his own.

WORD COUNT: 2, 391

This story contains swearing, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, hair pulling kink, slight harassment (not from Jisung), nipple play (fem receiving), use of pet names, a possessive Jisung

You were currently at a party. You loved the energy in there. You would've loved it even more if your boyfriend was there with you. However, he was extremely introverted. That never bothered you though.

Every time you went out, you wore a ring on your left finger, signifying that you were married. You wanted to be married, but you wanted to wait for Jisung.

You took a break off the dance floor as you went to get water. Once you reached the kitchen and poured yourself a cup, some guy's voice popped up out of nowhere.

"Hey beautiful." He said as you turned. You locked eyes with this rather tall male.

"Excuse you?" You said. Was he trying to hit on you? That was definitely new, usually guys saw the ring and left you alone. "What's a pretty girl like you doing alone?" He asked, grabbing hold of your hand, kissing it as you pulled it back. "Like I said, excuse you. I'm married." You said as he laughed, "Oh please, if you were really married you wouldn't even be here. Hell you wouldn't be dressed like this either." He said looking you up and down. You covered yourself as you glared at him.

You weren't even all that showy. You had on a long sleeve black dress. Your dress was tight fitted, but that was it. The dress wasn't short either, it was to your knees. You wore heels yes but that was because you wanted to match your outfit. Your hair was fully down, not messy but not completely neat either.

"Can you just go? Leave me alone. Can't you read the room." You said turning away from him. He smirked as he held your waist. "You look breath-taking." He said as you pulled away from him. "I said stop it." You said, your tone is much more stern this time. He then reached for your shoulders. Squeezing them so tightly that his nails dug into your shoulder. You winced in pain. "But why should I when you look so ravaging..." He whispered in your ear. That was your breaking point. You slapped him across the face, stepping on his foot with your heel, and walked out, driving home.

You couldn't believe the nerve of that guy. Not only that but he had injured you. That was uncalled for. You couldn't believe the nerve of some people.

Your thoughts were broken when Jisung called you. You smiled delightedly and picked up, connecting him to the bluetooth of your car.

"Hi Ji!" You greeted him excitedly. "Why is my pretty girl so happy?" He asked with a laughing tone. "Because my Jisungie called me! Why wouldn't I be happy!" You exclaimed as he laughed over the phone. "You're so funny baby." He said, chuckling. "Of course I am. I'm amazing." You said as he started to laugh more. "Okay, okay Ji. It's not that funny!" You said as you began to laugh. "I can't. Oh my god. You're killing me here." He said between laughs. Once he caught his breath, you heard him say, "I'll see you when you get home." As you smiled, "Okay, see you then Ji." You replied, "I love you!" He said as you blushed, "I love you too lover." Then the call ended.

A few minutes later you came home. When Jisung heard the door open it was like he was a puppy, his head turned and once he saw you he ran to you.

"Hi baby." He said resting his head on your shoulder. "Ouch!" You winced as he lifted up his head from your shoulder. "What's wrong baby?" He asked and just then he saw the nail markings. "Nothing, I just got hurt by this one guy who wouldn't get off me." You said as you looked up. Your eyes met with a jealous Jisung. "What?" He asked with a very, chilling tone. "This guy tried hitting on me at the party." You said as Jisung held your hips and kissed your shoulders. "Did he touch you anywhere else?" He asked. "Don't lie to me baby." He warned, his glasses' lenses glaring at you.

Now this was a new side of Jisung that you haven't seen before. This side of him surprised you.

"My waist..." You said shyly as Jisung picked you up. Taking you to the couch, laying you down. "Ji..?" You asked as he lifted up your dress. You were so stunned by this action you held his hands to stop him. "Baby." He said looking at you. "I don't like sharing, when someone touches what's mine I get upset..." He said as you blushed, he continued to lift up your dress. Once it was slightly higher than your waist he began to kiss your waist. You blushed and held onto his hair. He smirked against your skin. "I'll make you forget everything that he did to you..." He said running his hands up your dress.

You couldn't imagine how possessive he could be. You always saw Jisung as the soft and innocent type. He was never one to be possessive or jealous. However, this version of Jisung was something completely new from your regular boyfriend. It was like he was a new person.

"Baby..?" He asked as you looked at him. "Yes Ji?" You replied back as he looked into your eyes. "Are you okay if I take it even further?" He asked. How could you say no when he was asking so adorably. "Yes, you can." You said massaging his scalp. He loved scalp massages so doing that meant a lot to him.

You were not expecting your boyfriend to be so experienced. As you saw the way he so slowly and painfully took off your underwear. You watched as he trailed kisses down your waist until he reached your inner thigh. He then began to suck and nibble, leaving little hickeys and bite marks on your inner thighs. You felt yourself become wet knowing that he was so close to your core.

"I'm gonna use my fingers down here." He told you as you nodded. He then began to play with your clit, flicking it back and forth. He then lifted your dress up over your breasts, unclipping your bra. He went over and kissed your breasts, earning more noises from you. "Your breasts are amazing, you know that?" He praised you as you blushed. Unable to speak he began to suck your nipple, with his free hand he played with your other. As he did that you began to whine and move your hips wanting more than just his fingers. He continued like that for a while but you wanted more.

"Ji... more..." You whined as he looked at you and hummed. He released your nipple with a popping sound looking at your breasts. "Your nipples are all swollen and red. They are so pretty just like down here." He said pinching your clit, not hard enough to cause you pain but enough for you to feel the bundle of nerves send even more tingles down your spine as you moaned. He smirked as he took off his glasses.

He placed your legs on his shoulders. Maybe it was because he was a rapper and could talk so fast or maybe he knew what he was doing. But Jisung was amazing at eating you out.

You held onto his hair pulling at him causing him to groan. You thought your boyfriend was so innocent. But he had a hair pulling kink? You wanted to test your theory again so you pulled on in a little harder and you heard your boyfriend release a loud whimper.

Holy shit.

You didn't realize how kinky your boyfriend was. Once you had done that it finally occurred to you why he liked his hair being played with.

"Ji.. do you like getting your hair pulled?" You asked bluntly as you nodded slowly. You blushed knowing the truth. "That doesn't matter right now. Right now, I wanna make you feel good..." He said continuing what he was doing. You weren't expecting it and pulled his hair as your fingers were still entangled in them. You heard him groan as he continued.

Before you reached your release any sooner he stopped and took off his pants. You could see the bulge of his cock through his boxers.

"I don't have any condoms since this is a first for me... and I know you aren't on birth control so this is to make sure that we don't risk anything." He said shyly as he removed your dress as you took off his shirt. "What do you mean?" You asked as he blushed. "It's easier to do than say..." He said as you giggled at him. "Ji, you were literally eating me out earlier and you can't tell me what you're gonna do next?" You teased as he looked down. "Since I don't want to risk anything I'll just rub it between your legs..." He said quietly but loud enough for you to hear. You giggled again. "Quiet. I'm the one in charge." He said his tone was a little firmer. As you nodded in obedience. "Then try your luck." You teased, provoking him. "You won't be saying that in a few minutes." He said positioning himself.

He held onto your hips as he slid his cock in between your legs. You felt the warmth of it touch your pulsing core and blushed. Your back faced him and you were thankful for that until he started to move between your legs and start leaving kisses, hickeys, and bites on your nape and shoulders.

You tried to not make any noises and that's when he got slightly aggressive and took charge. He took your hair and pulled it slightly, pulling your head to his mouth.

"Let those pretty moans out, I wanna hear how good I can make you feel without my cock inside you." He said as you felt your hips move on their own, but you still didn't comply with his request as he used his fingers to forcefully open your mouth. Which worked as you opened your mouth letting his fingers in. "Can you let out those pretty moans baby..? For me..?" He whispers so innocently in your ear as if he wasn't rubbing his cock against you. You squeezed your legs together as you moaned causing it to be tighter around him.

"Yes.. just like that... you're doing so good..." He whined as he began to thrust faster. As he became faster you felt his cock hitting your clit every time causing your body to have consistent tingles down your spine. Then, with one of the thrusts you felt something enter inside you not fully but a little less than half way. With that, you released a louder moan.

"Oh shit..!" He panicked. "Don't move at all please, I have to pull out." He said holding onto your waist as he slowly slid his cock out. Before he could pull out anymore you held onto his wrists. "It's okay Ji..." You said as he looked at you. "But what if you-" You cut him off, "I trust you and I love you. I know that even if I become pregnant you'll be with me every step of the way." You said as he kissed your forehead. "I love you too..." He said as he slowly slid his cock inside you.

You clutched onto his wrists tighter at the feeling of you being stretched out biting back moans.

"What did I say about holding your moans back?" He asked you, tucking a hair strand behind your ear. You stopped biting your lower lip as he smiled and kissed your cheek. "Good girl." He praised.

Once everything was in, he just wanted to stay like that for a while before moving which you agreed with. He sat you on top as you felt him reach deeper inside. You blushed and kissed him to mute your moans but it was hopeless as you moaned in the kiss. Your fingers entangled in his hair tugging at it here and there as he moaned.

"You're so warm inside y/n... fuck... can I please move..?" He asked between pants after breaking the kiss as you laid him down. "I'll move." You said as he blushed. Enjoying his view.

You then placed your hands on his chest, slowly lifting yourself up and slamming down. Earning yourself some moans from him. You continued but your pace was too slow for Jisung's liking. He held onto your hips. "Can I move faster?" He looked into your eyes as you nodded. He started to move your hips up and down. You moaned at the sudden pace.

Over time he increased his pace, eventually thrusting upwards. He looked desperate and hungry for more. He laid you down as he sat up. He then leaned down to kiss you and he continued to thrust. He then played with your clit with one of his hands. Causing you to squirm and moan in the kiss.

"You're tightening up baby... if you keep squeezing I'm gonna cum inside..." He warned as you latched your legs onto his lower half. "I'm okay... I just want to feel you inside me..." You said. It was the sexiest thing to Jisung. As he continued thrusting, he hit a spot inside you that had you shake and tremble around him.

"Oh fuck..! Right there please..." You moaned out as he kept pounding himself inside that spot. You were pulling his hair at this point and eventually his thrusts became sloppy and got even sloppier. You were overcome with pleasure and climaxed on his cock as he groaned and came inside you.

After catching his breath he looked at you horrified, slowly pulling out. Letting his cum flow out.

"Baby, hurry, we gotta get you cleaned up..!" He said lifting you up. But you had already passed out. He sighed as he set a bath for you. He cleaned you up really quick making sure that you didn't get pregnant. After he cleaned himself up.

He changed you and changed himself and set you in bed as he cleaned up the couch. After he joined you in bed.

"Good night lover... sleep well okay..?" He said kissing your cheek.

[crushedsweets]

Any Jeff hcs?? (Your art is absolutely amazing)

i make him evil. ok jk but also im serious. im mostly just gonna cover his backstory in my au, rather than his current part in it.

cw for brief mentions of animal abuse, bullying, the usual. AGAIN THIS IS FOR MY AU !! also tysm :3..

liu is about 4-6 years older than jeff. they lived somewhere in the midwest until jeff was about 10.

they were both raised by incredibly good parents and had a very strong support system, always visiting their grandparents, big christmas every year, parents always go to open house/parent-teacher conferences, etc. tried getting their kids into sports, would go to every game, literally just the stereotypical great parent. not even a secret "ooo behind closed doors they r actually abusive...!" thing theyre literally just good.

jeff was always a bit more on the aggressive side, something they especially noticed when he was 5 and could not be left alone with a single fucking pet. he'd yank at and shake anything small enough to pick up, and punch and kick anything too big to pick up. every family pet was scared of him.

even at school, he was a bully - it started as typical grade school shit, putting gum in girls hairs, stealing peoples belongings, pushing kids off the play structures. he targeted girls especially. he's been warned, suspended, expelled - but his dad got a job offer in the east coast that they couldnt really ignore

he was 12 when he started harassing a girl, following her around the playground, calling her a slut, yanking her hair, spitting on her, etc - and eventually, her brother and his friends stepped in.

thiiis is where i wanted to put randy and his friends in. theyre older kids, around 14 and still more on the mean side, but they didn't just randomly target jeff for fun bc he's "the new kid". just like jeff harassed that girl, they began harassing him - but of course with the strength of 3 teenage boys, rather than an 12 yr old. liu would interfere when he could, but he was still a student and began working his first job by this point.

jeff got into physical fights with them for weeks, but he was quick to turn it into something bloody and brought a pocket knife. this time the fight occurred in front of jeffs house, when his parents were at work, and liu ended up running out to make them cut it out. he tried to grab the knife out of jeffs hands, he tried to stop his brother, but jeff was serious about what he wanted - and he wanted to fucking stab randy

so he did, right in the stomach. it was nothing fatal.

liu took the fall, being 16 and terrified of what could happen to jeff if he landed himself in juvenile hall - the other 3 boys were content with this, knowing it meant jeff really didn't have anyone to defend him by this point. thinking it would fuck with jeff even more . . BUT JEFFS A LITTLE SHIT he doesnt fucking careee . something about "i never asked him to take the blame that shits on him" or whatnot.

but obv once randy recovered fully it got worse. it went from schoolyard level harassment to borderline stalking, robbing him, holding him down so randy could fucking stomp on him, so on and so forth.

and eventually the bleach happened, and the fire happened, and it didn't really have anything special or involve a birthday party or whatever . it was just another insane fucking attack on jeff, although randy and them didn't exactly expect the fire to spread so fucking quickly - they just splashed some gas at his feet, threw a match, though it would scare him and maybe fuck up his pants. really did NOT think that shit through

jeff recovered in the hospital, and the trio decided to leave him alone. they were little shits who took it too far, but they werent trying to do all that. jeff didnt snitch, he didnt want them to get put away . he wanted to keep going, obviously

things settled down for a while. jeff was waiting and waiting and waiting. his parents were mortified, they rarely spoke to him now. required family dinners at the dining table turned to just his parents eating together, liu in juvie and jeff in his room. jeff began getting violent towards his parents as well, especially his mom - he started spiraling after the fire, especially since the trio weren't bothering him anymore and it was driving him nuts. he would do freaky shit, showing up at their houses now, shattering their windows, killing their pets. they'd come and beat his ass, and he'd do it again. nobody wanted to get their parents involved by this point, they all did too much shit - but jeff was getting UNBEARABLE

jeff eventually was around 15 or so, liu was out of juvie and 19 and in community college bc he couldnt get into any of the universities he was dreaming about.

liu wasnt nice to jeff anymore. he wasn't "hardened" by his experience in juvie or anything, but whatever he saw in jeff was NOT his little brother anymore - if jeff spoke to him, he'd ignore him. if jeff got too close, he'd shove him off. if jeff slapped their mother, liu would punch him.

liu thinks it was bound to happen. he misses his little brother, even when he was a mean little kid - but he always knew there was something realy, really fucking wrong with jeff, and when he woke up to jeff on top of him, stabbing into him , he knew it was inevitable.

liu survived, the only one in his family to do so. he wondered what he could've done to stop it, especially as other kids began showing up in the news. he wonders if he shouldve just let jeff go to juvie. he's kinda shocked at the fucked up ass police sketches that pop up, he didn't really remember seeing that damn smile when jeff was on him

jeff continues fucking shit up and is a piece of shit all around

this is already pretty long so if anyone wants a less "backstory" version of headcanons and more current stuff just lmk ;3

[fleet-of-fiction]

My Truth

Allow me to introduce myself. Hi...

My name is Lucie. You might remember me from my old blog, lightmylove-gvf. It started out as a really fun, wholesome space. Full of love and laughter. I shared pictures and gif sets and works of fiction. Made so many wonderful connections with many different people. It really was a wonderful place to be. Until it wasn't. And although I've tried my best to step away from certain controversies, it seems that people still have an issue with me and still have my name in their mouth. So I'd like to take this opportunity to set the record straight. Maybe move past some untruths and you can all make informed decisions on whether you'd like to continue following me here on my current blog. Which is also a place of peace and love, I might add. And always has been.

Anyway, read on if you'd like. And if not, that's ok too.

I think it's fair to say that I've always been one of the more "controversial" writers around here. I have never shied away from difficult storytelling, and I never will. But what started out as a completely separate issue quickly snowballed into what could only be described as a personal vendetta.

I'm happy to discuss anything within my writing that might be of issue to a reader. A particular blog took offence to a scene I had written in a chapter of my fic, Backstage. I happened to disagree with this blog, and I tried my best to let them know whilst I understood their stance I did not agree with their point of view. I took this opinion to a discord server I was part of along with several other blogs here to see if they could shed more light on the issue.

The scene in question involved a fictionalised version of Josh and the reader in bed. They had gone to bed together with the full narrative of the reader known. How she was in love with him and wanted nothing more than to make love with him. They had been growing close. And Josh began to touch reader as they slept side by side. We get an insight into the readers thoughts during this moment, and they are very much with consent and enjoying the experience. It's meant to be a nod to what is to come. That their bodies are in tune with each other, even if their words are yet to speak of it. I think a lot of experiences in life play out like that. Where we don't always know what to say, but find ourselves in situations where our bodies can do the talking. Anyway, I digress...

There was a lot of opinions flying around in the server. Some were in favour of my opinion, others opposed it and were in favour of the anon who had sent me alot of hateful messages regarding their view that this scene was nothing more than sexual harassment. I explained in the server that I myself had been the victim of sexual assault/harassment. That I knew what it felt like to get into bed with someone I thought that I could trust only to have them break that trust in the most heinous way. I tried to explain that I didn't think this particular scene was that.

One sentence that I said was screenshotted and shared around with absolutely zero context to it and nothing of the rest of the conversation added to the screenshot. Just one sentence that I'd said which pertained to saying that I agreed that people should be able to get in bed with others and have full rights to their own bodies. I was AGREEING with that. It's there in black and white. But the narrative was skewed by people who didn't want to understand me. I tried to explain about how my personal experiences often lied within power imbalances when it came to things like S/H. But in the end, they gave me no chance to explain myself properly. They didn't want to. They'd seen and heard enough and made up their mind.

But it didn't stop there. People who I thought were my friends blocked me. Told me I was disgusting. Told me I was playing the victim. Because I didn't issue a grovelling apology. But how could I? I wasn't sorry. I hadn't done anything wrong. I'd poured my heart out to them about my trauma and abuse and how in my own experience I didn't view it as the same as what I'd written. I'd put trigger warnings. I'd made sure people had the right to information before proceeding!

I had blogs who had never interacted with me block me. Call me disgusting. Tell me fuck myself. I had anons telling me to kill myself. Anons telling me that I was a rapist and...for some reason...a peadophile sympathiser? I didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that. I literally wrote two consenting adults touching each other in a bed they'd both gotten into...consentingly.... with very obvious (although unspoken at that point) feelings for each other. But now, that wasn't the issue. The issue was my own personal feelings on sexual harassment.

I'm the first to admit that I am perhaps not an easily digestable person to some. But I know that I am kind. I know that I have spent hours proof reading and editing fics for other writers on here because they asked for my help. I've supported people though personal issues, and I've championed the work of other writers because I truly believed that this space was a wonderful space for creativity. I still do, to some degree. I am not perfect, and I know that sometimes I can be a little head strong when it comes to protecting people's rights to free speech. I understand that I'm not palatable as a person to people who don't agree that the freedom to write should come with the freedom to write anything.

To those of you who never ever spoke to me and are still sharing things about me with the hash tag #fuck you lucie.... to you I say why have you jumped on that bandwagon? You do not know me. You know only what you've heard from people who were intent on pushing a narrative that was their own. Not mine. You don't know that these people were once my friends. And they shared my work and enjoyed it as I enjoyed theirs. They told me things about themselves and I was happy to know them. These people who then decided I was a terrible human being. Based on one thing I said that was taken completely out of context. It's almost as if they have shared it so many times now with their own backstory that it's a canon truth. I'm the worst human to ever walk the earth. Forget about all the good things I did for you. I'm scum.

If you're still reading this, you're probably thinking boo hoo what a victim complex. Maybe you're right. Maybe I do have a victim complex. Like everyone else here I have mental health problems and I'm on the spectrum. I have trauma. As part of my adhd I have rejection sensitivity which means when I'm cornered I tend to fight back with justifications as to why I behaved the way I did. I guess that's what I'm doing now. Trying to explain myself. Again. Although what good it'll do, I dont know. And I think right now, it no longer matters.

And yet I still see that I'm being talked about. I'm still getting accused of sending anons to other blogs when I was literally just existing here in my peaceful little corner, everyone who had ever taken issue with me blocked or unfollowed. I didn't know what was going on over there, I was trying to just enjoy reading and writing. My anxiety could never cope with sending a hateful anon, I know there's ways of finding out where they come from and revealing the blogs who send them and it's like that story we're all told about peeing in the pool and turning the water a different colour. I don't fuck with that shit.

If, for any particular reason, I've ever hurt anyone here to them I do issue a heartfelt apology because it has never been and never will be my intention. I said some awful things in the heat of the moment when I was receiving alot of hate and death threats regarding the AI edit a friend of mine made with audio from one of my fics. I was under so much pressure. I wanted it all to just stop. I just wanted everyone to be able to enjoy whatever made them happy. I am sorry for the things I said during that time. Im a human being. I am flawed. However..

I do not believe that people lose their rights to their body the minute they climb into bed with someone. And that's precisely what I say in the infamous screenshot. I just hope for anyone who has seen it that they now understand that it was said with love and understanding and support. I would never disregard anyones trauma or triggers. Never. And that is why I believe in giving people all the information they require before consuming media and art.

With all this said, I sincerely hope that it's clear that all I want to do is write. It's all ive ever done and all I will ever really be any good at doing. I'm proud of the fics I've put out here on my old blog and this one too. I don't care about how many notes they get, just that one or two people read it and enjoy it. And I hope you all know that I'm a nice person, too. So are a lot of blogs who have been villainised recently. This witch hunt has got to stop. We have got to start listening to each other with peace and understanding and not jump to conclusions. Not make people out to be something they simply aren't.

I want to curate a loving space here. A safe and nurturing space for anyone to feel free within. I want people to know they can jump in my asks and know that I will love them. I want everyone, of every race and every gender and ever creed of this world to know they are welcome and accepted here. Like a wise man that we all know and love once said. I'm not the person they say I am. I never was. And I think some of them know that. It is my greatest hope that any of you who wish to stick around get to know me for yourselves.

It is my greatest wish that those blogs who are still spouting hate about me really grow and heal. Or even better, pop on over and get to know me? I think it's important to understand why you might hate someone and not just from unreliable sources. If you think that I am some sort of s/a supporter who revels in writing that sort of thing then I'd be glad to dispel that myth.

I'm not going to speak on this again because I feel that I've moved on. This blog is my creative outlet and always will be. And as I've stated above its a safe and loving space for all. I'm reclaiming the fun. And hopefully some of you will stick around for it. And if not, I bid you a farewell. With nothing but love in my heart.

[taeyongers]

Creature Comforts

pairing: eric x reader genre: fluff... protective best friend eric who is fake boyfriend for 1 night... college au... friends secretly in love summary: best friend Eric protects you at a party then makes you feel better warnings: harassment, alcohol word count: 1.3k

“I don’t want to go,” you whine. “What’s so good about being stuck in a confined space with like a hundred sweaty strangers who you don't know if they're good people?”

Eric is currently drinking alcohol out of a red cup because he claims you have to already be tipsy before you get to the club, which you don’t understand. “Because it’s fun.”

You sigh, glaring at your own cup he filled for you. “You know what’s more fun?”

He gives you a look, as if telling you not to start, but you start anyway. 

“Reading textbook glossaries. Watching snails. Buying food from a convenience store and eating it by the curb in front of an empty parking lot at midnight.”

“That’s awfully specific,” he remarks absent-mindedly.

“It is,” you nod. “Awfully specific things such as these are much more entertaining.”

“Come onnn don’t be a wuss. Now drink up and let’s go.” he taps your cup. You grumble, following his orders.

Once you’re there, it takes you all but five minutes to start feeling tired and uncomfortable. Too many bodies, mostly scantily clad, pressed together. The stink of alcohol on everyone’s breath. And the music, by god, the music is loud, way too loud. Do they know they’ll suffer from hearing damage after just five minutes of listening to anything this loud? You figure your entire generation will suffer an epidemic of hearing loss by middle age. 

To make things better, Eric runs into an old friend and they decide to catch up. Alone for now, you decide that the bar is the least exciting thing in the entire place and of course, it becomes your doom.

A man, much much older than you, finds you there. His smile is creepy, his eyes leering. You’re nice to him at first, but he takes it as interest. He slides into the seat beside you, grinning, leaning too close and now you’re looking for Eric, who is still speaking to his friend while talking animatedly and laughing.

You text him help several times so that he can feel the buzzing of his phone. You watch as he slides the phone out from his pocket to check it, before looking over at you in confusion. Then, his face is twisting in slight shock, processing the scene before him as you plead with your eyes.

The stranger leans in too close, his breath fanning your face. You lean away in disgust. “What are you looking for?”

“I think I’ll spend the rest of the night with my friend if you don’t mind.”

The man frowns. “Why?”

You shrug. “I just don’t know you that well.”

“Well, you can get to know me.” He comes closer. You stand up from the seat.

“It’s alright, have a good night,” you wave at him.

He grabs your wrist in a vice grip. Sheer anxiety and dread well up inside you. Eric’s voice suddenly erupts from behind you.

“What’s going on?” His voice is sharp, sharper than you’ve ever heard before. His eyes are hard. The man immediately frowns and he deflates, having lost his chance to prey on another young woman.

“Nothing. We were just talking.”

Eric eyes the man’s hand clamped around your wrist. “Then let her go.” He drags your wrist towards him, forcing the man to release.

Eric tucks you in towards him and a little protectively away from the stranger, his hands on your shoulders.

Unbelievably, the man still persists. “I just wanted to-”

“The lady said no.” Eric bites out, cold and devoid of empathy. It nearly makes you shiver. You barely recognize him.

The man stands to approach and Eric steps in front of you, shielding with his body. His entire frame is tense, arms taut, fists clenched.

“Who do you think you are? She said you’re just her friend.”

“I’m her boyfriend, now get the fuck away from her.” Eric leans in a bit in the man’s space. With a final glare, he backs off, mumbling some misogynistic curse words. 

Eric doesn’t relax or stop glaring until the man retreats completely from view. Then, he’s turning around to face you.

You sigh shakily, tears in your eyes. “Thank-”

He pulls you into his chest without a word. You melt against his soft hoodie, grateful for the comfort. His arms hug you tightly to him, hand pressing your head to his chest, his chin resting on top. You sigh, all the stress and tension draining out of you. It’s a few moments before he lets go, but you don’t. Your arms hold onto him, face buried in his chest, relishing in the rare feeling of safety. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, arms coming back around to hug you. You sigh again, the feelings of relief and safety giving way to frustration.

“I’m tired. I can’t go anywhere without this happening.”

He makes a soft noise in sympathy, stroking your hair gently. It’s a few moments of silence filled with the party’s noise, the music, the talking, everything around you before you hear his comforting voice again.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

You glance up at him. He’s smiling softly. Then, he presses a single, soft kiss to your forehead that has your stomach doing flips. He takes your hand and guides you through the crowded bodies to the sweet, cool air outside. 

“Where are we going?”

He only gives you a smile and tugs your hand towards the convenience store across the street. 

At the store, he rummages through the aisles before picking up some hot dogs from the food stands nearby. His hand never leaves yours. He can tell you’re still jittery and makes sure you’re always pressed to his side in some way. It calms you. It’s only at the cash register when he lets go and steps away that you panic.

You clutch onto him, tugging him back towards you a little. His eyes widen in surprise. He observes you for a moment, but you don’t say anything, the jitteriness still evident.

“I’m just going to pay, okay? It will only take a second.” His eyes roam your face with concern, his hand squeezing yours that’s still clutching his hoodie.

You release a breath. “Okay.”

He gazes at you with knit eyebrows before taking your hand in his and approaching the cash register. He makes sure you’re close to him when he lets go of your hand to pay. Then, he takes your hand again and steps out the door.

“Come on,” he brings you to the curb in front of the nearly empty parking lot and sits down.

You blink down at him. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what you said,” he unwraps the hot dog from the wrapper while imitating a high voice. “ ‘You know what’s more fun? Buying food from a convenience store and eating it by the curb in front of an empty parking lot at midnight.’ ”

You stare at him, slightly stunned that he remembered, and slightly annoyed that he mocked you. “I don’t sound like that.”

You plop down next to him and he hands you your food.

“You do a little,” he chuckles fondly. You shake your head, unwrapping the aluminum. It's a few moments of silence before he's speaking again.

“Are you okay?” His voice is gentle, shoulder brushing yours.

“I.. don’t know,” you mumble.

He grits his teeth. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone like that. Especially since you didn’t want to come.”

“It’s alright," you wave him off.

He gazes at you. “You know I'll always be here for you, right?”

You glance at him and note the endearing sincerity in his eyes. Something warm swells in your chest. “Yes, I know. Thank you, Eric,” you smile. “And thank you for being my boyfriend tonight.”

He smiles a little, eyes alight as if he’s about to say something. If you were to guess, it's probably along the lines of I could be your boyfriend every night, teasingly. But he seems to decide against it.

Taking another bite, you both watch over the empty parking lot, quiet, spacious, safe, under the stars. 

He chuckles. “You were right. This is way more fun.”

[screamintoad]

I’m Not Different

A/n: Word vomit, this is pure heartfelt word vomit. And I love it. If there are typos, no there aren’t

  Spring break was in full swing and Alaric was more than happy to be home. He likes RSA and he enjoys the peace but he also deeply missed being surrounded by people in their large home nestled away in the forest. 

  Currently he was running errands for his mom while his dad and sister were at castle Draconia. Usually he wouldn’t mind going around to various shops in town but today, no one seemed to mind their business. Typically he doesn’t mind when people ask about how his schoolwork is going or what his life at RSA is like. Yet, they’re mostly asking about another thing. Another thing that he would like to avoid the topic of. 

 At the grocery store a women asked him, “Now that you’re out of The Valley, have you found anyone?” Alaric politely shook his head and said that he’s focusing on school. The next time it happened was at his grandma’s flower shop, “I’m sure you make everyone swoon at RSA.” The stranger stated. Once again, Alaric shook his head. He chuckled when his grandma shouted from the back room, “Quit harassing the boy!” Then he went to the marketplace to browse the stalls of handmade goods so he could find something to get his roommate. As he was looking at different nicknacks a man came up and pat his shoulder. “I heard you’re still not having luck with romance, but that’s okay. It’ll come to you eventually, you’re still young after all so don’t worry about it.” And he sauntered off. Alaric heaved a sigh and decided to just stop here for now. 

  So, he went to the training grounds where he knew his dad and sister would be. He sat on a step that led down to the area of dirt that groups of younger guards were sparring at. He looked across the field and saw his dad overseeing everything to make sure no one got too hurt. His eyes darted from each group until finally he saw his older sister going up against a beastfolk. Quick on her feet she knocked them right where she needed to to get them down and then flipped them over to complete the set.  Fleur raised her fist in victory then held out her hand to help her opponent up to their feet. In the corner of her eye she noticed Alaric sitting and watching. So she got their dad’s attention and pointed to him as a way of asking if she can take a break. Silver nodded and waved to Alaric. 

  Some people claimed he was too serious but that was only with his work and duty. Besides, he gave Alaric a tight hug before he left for the castle that morning. 

  Fleur had a bounce to her step as she bounded over to him. She plopped down next to him and they both continued watching the others train before Fleur spoke up. “Rough day? You seem agitated.” Her auburn hair flowed in the wind. The people who didn’t know the Vanrouge siblings assumed they were twins from their matching hair color and eyes. Alaric exhaled, “I love being home but, I just wish people would understand that I’m not like you or mama and dad.” Fleur nodded, “Ah yes, the romance word.” “Mhm.”

  They sat in silence again until Fleur continued, “Why let it get to you? You know and trust yourself.” “Because everyone asks, because marriage is so important in Briar Valley. If only people would understand that romantic love isn’t the only form of love. I do love my friends so why do I have to be IN love with one of them?” She hummed in acknowledgment, “I understand that, obviously I don’t fully relate to you but, I think you’re doing good so far. If I was you I would be so fed up I would be yelling from the rooftops ‘Just leave me alone!’.” The two shared a good laugh and continued talking for a while. Eventually though, Fleur had to return to her training and Alaric had to take the goods he bought home.

  At the front gate that opened up to the path that led to the front porch of his family’s house, he was happily greeted by their dog. The hound jumped up, it’s height enough for its front paws to reach Alaric’s shoulders. The young man laughed and gently pushed the dog off so he could walk normally. It’s a breed from the Shaftlands with the term ‘wolfhound’ in the name. The large, shaggy, gray dog followed him all the way up the path. 

  Blanche looked out the front door and called out, “D'Artagnan, come back inside!” She drew her attention to Alaric, “Sweetheart make sure you wipe his paws before he gets dirt inside please.” She gave him a smile and then rushed back inside. Alaric took in a whiff of the air and he realized his mom was baking something. On the porch, Alaric grabbed the towel they used to wipe off their pets paws before they came back inside and made sure D'Artagnan was clean. Then they both clambered inside. 

  Sure enough, Blanche was in the kitchen looking between her personal recipe book and the oven. As if she was expecting something to go wrong. Alaric placed the bag on the round dining table and placed the fresh flowers in the vase by the window. “What new recipe are you trying mama?” He wondered, she pulled him into a side hug that he gleefully returned. “Something that Mr. Clover recommended. I told his wife that you like bringing things back for your roommate so she asked him for any recommendations. I’m trying it out now so if it’s bad then I don’t need to worry about making something last minute.” Alaric nodded along but Blanche could tell something was bothering him. She didn’t press though, she knows he’ll talk when he wants to. 

  An hour passed and he still didn’t say anything about what was wrong. He helped out with the chores to occupy his mind. “Thank you Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. Good evening.” He thanked the chickens as he brought the basket of eggs inside. Blanche smiled from her spot on the couch as she continued working on a quilt. “I swear those chickens are only nice to you and your dad.” She commented. Alaric shook his head, “That’s not true. You and Fleur just scare them off.” He teased. Blanche let out an exaggerated gasp as he chuckled. “You be nice to your mama.” “I am I am, I’m so very sorry.” Alaric reached across the couch to give her a hug, careful of the needle that she was currently holding. 

  When the embrace was over he plucked up their cat that was peacefully sleeping by the fireplace and went out the back door. Blanche decided that it was time to figure out what was up before it ate Alaric alive. 

  When she joined him outside he was hunched over on the step. Emily, the cat, laid next to him. Blanche walked up behind him but he didn’t look at her as he began talking. 

  “Why does it always lead back to romance?” Alaric was beyond exasperated by this point. “I think that maybe I could be a good ‘lover’ but, in reality, I don’t want things to ever evolve that way.” His head drooped down as he sighed. “I value people by who they are, not what could stem from being friends.” Blanche sat beside him on the step, “Well, at least I know I raised you right.” A hint of her accent came through as she spoke. “I think it’s a wonderful thing that you feel that way. Because you and I both know that love comes in so many shapes and sizes. Look around at our family, our friends, and the people in town. Love is sacred here, just seems that people forgot that anything can be an act of it.”

  He looked at her now and Blanche could tell how upset he was. “You’re doing wonderful, my sweet little bat. Just because your dreams are different than others, doesn’t make them any less significant.”

  She opened her arms for a hug as tears slowly flowed down his face. When he nodded, she gently pulled him to her and he tucked his face in her neck. They didn’t say anything more. Nothing else was needed to be said. 

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[chicken-wayng]

Don't know if you're aware of the current fandom drama but certain fans *cough* Team Black *cough* are attacking fan-artists because they're creating AUs where Jaehaera Targaryen lives thus Aegon III doesn't marry Daenaera Velaryon.

It's honestly pathetic that they're being this petty over FICTIONAL characters, but harassing real life people is a step too far imo.

That being said, as a Rhaenicent fan what do you think of Jaehaera and Aegon III's marriage working out?

I was not aware. I try to stay away from fandom drama. I think a toxic fan (on either side or no side) spewing hate to the actors, fans and writers (cuz let's be real, they're doing what they can with a money-hungry, cash grabbing network that's cutting every corner they can. It's not great, but to send threats??? That's nasty) is WEIRD. I'll say it again for the people in the back:

No matter thy side, don't send hateful threats. Tis gross my dudes.

I think I know the fan art you're talking of and I think it's beautiful. I love AUs (obviously, according to my top post) so I think that they were not only able to come up with one but also do art for it, well that's hella cool.

Honestly, I haven't read the book since high school, so is Aegon 3 the one that has all those kids, including the old man in GoT (damn I really need to reread those but I'm so obsessed with Cobra Kai fanfiction it's not funny)? Cuz if not I'm totally blanking on who Aegon 3 is.

Sorry that didn't answer your question, but thanksya for asking it! I can say though that in my professional opinion, as long as a ship isn't pedophilic why go out of the way to hate on it? I know GoT/HoTD walks a fine line (and often go over it) but seriously even Daemyra is okay in my books. I don't like it, I can't read fics with it UNLESS it confronts her gender envy of him. I'll even admit to enjoying some Lucemond fics (there's this one really good one that talks about the smallfolk, (Luke falls, gets saved by Aemond, thwarts Blood and Cheese by taking Groceries and taking him to the street of silk and hiding) legit it was plucked from my brain and they wrote it just for me) - cuz toxic love is okay as long as we all know that it's that. Like I have Rhaenicent brain rot so badly BUT in real life, in a modern world, I'd encourage both of those mean girls to get therapy and read some feminist works. (Alicent needs to read Who Cooked the Last Super frfr) before even being in the same room as one another.

[beardedmrbean]

Iwas born in Gaza Strip in the late 1990s, one of six children. At the time, the Palestinian Authority was the ruling party. My father, like most people in Gaza, was sick of the PA's corruption and was waiting for any alternative. Hamas promised "change and reform" and they won the Palestinian Legislative Council elections in 2006. One year later, I awoke to the sound of gunfire. Hamas gunmen were fighting Fatah, and they ended up killing of more than 600 Palestinians. It became clear very quickly that Hamas was not the "change and reform" that we hoped for.

To silence dissent, Hamas terrorized the citizens of Gaza. On the way to the Dar-Alarqam school I attended in the al-Shujaiya neighborhood near the Israeli border, a group of masked men carrying Kalashnikovs would check each car. At the end of the year, masked men opened offices in our school to promote Hamas's military camps and register students.

I graduated and began my studies at the Islamic University of Gaza, along with future Hamas leaders and current members. All art classes were replaced with radical Islamic teachings, and the elections of the student councils and clubs were only open to Hamas members, who hoarded all the privileges and distributed all the grants between themselves.

Voicing dissent was not an option. Hamas has a no tolerance policy for criticism or objections to any of its policies. Even discussion is forbidden Any journalist who objects or criticizes a policy is suspended and investigated. Demonstrations are strictly prohibited. Freedom of speech in Gaza is a fantasy. The dirtiest tool Hamas uses to silence citizens is character assassination through online campaigns accusing dissenters of working for hostile bodies or committing immoral acts. Hamas also routinely breaks into the homes of people deemed disloyal and humiliates them in front of their family and neighbors.

I observed all this with growing horror as a student. And as Hamas's oppression of the Palestinian citizens of Gaza increased, the quality of life deteriorated. Hamas's aggression toward Israel resulted in fewer and fewer job permits and limits on the electricity in Gaza, which we only got for eight hours a day. The economy cratered. Social and economic conditions collapsed.

A huge social gap opened between the wealthy elite who belong to Hamas and the rest of the population who were increasingly living in driving poverty. Public sector jobs were limited to Hamas members, and taxes were increasing on necessities day by day, even as the cost of living skyrocketed.

Many of us could no longer bear it. I was one of them.

Though we knew dissenters were subject to imprisonment, torture, and even murder, in 2019, a few of us decided to join forces and form a protest to voice our opposition to Hamas. We called it the "We Want to Live" demonstration. Our demonstration elicited an extreme reaction by Hamas. They violently cracked down on the protests and we were all arrested.

I will never forget my first day in jail—walking up the steps listening to screams of my colleagues, most of them fellow students, who had been arrested before me. I was held under arrest for 21 days and subjected to various types of torture. I was beaten with batons and sprayed with cold water in the late winter night hours. My friends didn't fare much better. A Christian friend was in the next cell and I could hear them screaming at him, "You are a Christian and you don't like the situation? Then go to another country!"

After we were released, most of those who participated in the demonstrations emigrated away from Gaza. There was no hope for any change in the current situation. We suffered ongoing harassment by Hamas members. Some died trying to leave, like Tamer Al-Sultan, a pharmacist whose crime was asking for a reconciliation between Hamas and Fatah.

People's living conditions got worse. The wealth gap expanded even further. We protested again in 2023 and were crushed in the same manner as in 2019. I was arrested again by Hamas last year and held for 14 days, this time in a small cell with no bed, no window, and barely enough space to sit down. I was released on bail on the condition that I not take part in any further demonstrations.

I still expressed my opinion occasionally on social media, but the arrest warrants after each post and the continuous threats from Hamas members and accusations of treason made me lose hope that I could make any kind of change. I left Gaza in August to seek a better future for myself and my family.

All this time, Hamas was planning to expand its extremism and intimidation. They knew what would happen as a result of their massacre on October 7, when they attacked Israeli civilians, and Israel responded with a massive war aimed at destroying Hamas, which has obliterated large parts of the Gaza Strip.

Now all the inhabitants of the city are being punished for Hamas' actions.

I think it's hard for Israelis to understand that there are many innocent people in Gaza who have suffered as much from Hamas's evil as they have. I understand those Israelis. During my life as a Gazan, the only thing I believed about Israelis was that they all hate us and want to eliminate us as a Palestinians.

Now I know better. After criticizing Hamas for its horrific actions on Oct. 7, I made friends with Israelis for the first time in my life. It turns out that many of them, like me, just want this conflict to end so they can live in peace. These friendships opened my eyes to their suffering. I now have a better understanding what they are thinking, and have decided never to make judgments before listening to the other side.

I hope my new friends feel the same way about the many Gazans living under the boot of Hamas's oppression.

We Palestinians have a saying: "Hope is born from the womb of suffering." I hope that after the war, that after Hamas been defeated, we can create a real, lasting peace for both the Palestinians and the Israelis. Many Gazans are praying for this, too.

Hamza Howidy is a Palestinian from Gaza City. He is an accountant and a peace advocate.

The views expressed in this article are the writer's own.