#and why wouldn't they be!! he's a marketing gold mine!!

[danthropologie]

tbh the first time i saw the title Behind The Charge | One Last Dance For Max And Checo in Abu Dhabi (x) I thought they meant it's not gonna be max and checo in ad next year....

and i'm now choosing to believe that it was intentional and even the red bull marketing team is on team 'get danny in that seat asap'

[sweetbunpura]

Hey, you're cool, date my brother.

Najma pocketed her phone as she walked through the bazaar. The market was crowded with people from all over Twisted attending the Firelit Sky and grabbing what they could before tonight's big show. She spotted someone at the gyro stall, a gray cat creature was jumping up and down excitingly. It talked animatedly about something Najma couldn't hear. She spotted what she assumed was the creature's handler, as the person grabbed the creature by the bow around it's next. She got closer to the stall and overheard their conversation.

"Grim, calm down. Urging them to hurry up isn't gonna get the food out faster."

"But I'm hungry!"

"You're always hungry!" The person sighed. "Jamil and the others don't mind if the food takes a bit, so calm down, okay?"

Ah, that was a name she recognized. So, did this person know Jamil? Only one way to find out. Najma slid up behind the person and right as she was about to say something, the person turned around quickly. Jeez, they was about as perceptive as Jamil.

"Gonna have to ask you to not do that." Oh, they were a girl with green eyes and short black hair. "Don't want to start a fight in the market."

"Oh, I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that." Najma apologized. "I heard my brother's name and-"

"Brother? Jamil?"

"Yeah, do you know him?"

The girl looked her up and down. "Damn, you look exactly like him, but yeah, I know him."

"Here you go, miss." The stall owner grabbed their attention as he held out a basket of food. "Thank you for waiting!"

She took it. "Thanks!" She handed one to the creature. "Here, Grim."

"Finally!" Grim tore into it.

Najma looked at the gyros and swiftly grabbed the one she knew was Jamil's. She bit into it as the girl turned to face her with a eyebrow raise, yet she gave a smile and said nothing.

She started walking. "Didn't know Jamil had a sister. Younger or older?"

"Younger." Najma swallowed and pointed at her. "You wouldn't happen to be the prefect he talks a lot about, would you?"

"He talks about me? I hope it's good."

"Well, he calls you a troublemaker. What's your name, by the way?"

"I'm Yuu, and you are?"

"Najma."

The three of them were nearing a group, Najma could see Jamil standing near the fountain.

"Here you guys go." Yuu handed out the food and turned to Jamil. "Sorry, yours got eaten."

"Eaten?" A green haired guy with glasses asked. "Did Grim inhale it?"

"Damn, Grimmy, you didn't have to eat Jamil's." A guy with ginger hair and a diamond on his cheek spoke.

"It wasn't me!" Grim defended himself. "She ate it!" He pointed a paw at Najma.

All eyes shifted to her, which she waved at and took another bite of the gyro. Jamil's eyes widened upon seeing her, Yuu took a bite of her food and patted him on the back.

"You never said you had a younger sister, Jam-jam." Yuu teased him.

Jam-jam? This was gold, another new name to tease her brother with.

"You never asked." Jamil tried to recover before sighing. "Why are you here, Najma?"

"Wow, rude." Najma crossed her arms. "Do you see how he treats me?" She looked at Yuu. "And I've been nothing but nice to him."

"Such a mean older brother." Yuu laughed. "Treat your sister better. She's fragile, you know."

Jamil glared at the two of them, a faint blush dawning his cheeks before it disappeared from sight. He 100% had a crush on Yuu, there was no denying it now that Najma had seen it with her own eyes. She gave him the message their father told her to send. After a few more moments of talking with the group and them introducing themselves, Najma left to go hang out with her friends. She returned before the fireworks began and sat next to Yuu.

"My brother's single." She said, gaining Yuu's attention.

She fixed her with a confused look before smiling. "Is he now?"

"Mm-hmm and he's good at everything he does. Cooking, singing, dancing, just to name a few. You just gotta deal with the bugs he's afraid of."

Yuu started laughing and Najma smiled. "He could be mine for the low price of bug murder or atleast relocation?"

"...You're cool, date my brother."

"NAJMA!" whoops, Jamil had overheard and it sent Yuu into a louder roar of laughter.

"I'm trying to get the prefect for you, Jamil!"

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[archdragosaurus]

Drawing Dragons: Zym!!

I drew two this time because we need baby boi zym and after timeskip zym

Zym is probably my favorite character

Tbh if it wasn't for Zym I probably wouldn't have gotten into the show

On the day when I started watching I only watched episodes 1 through 8. At the time I wasn't super into it and was slightly disappointed in the lack of dragons. The next day I decided that I should at least finish season one. Zym appered and I decided to watch a little more just so I could see more Zym. Season 2 was great I was hooked and now Tdp is one of my favorite shows.

I like Zym's character he is a silly little guy he's a fun character

I know a lot of people are kinda annoyed that Zym got sidelined so much after season 3 but it honestly never bothered me that much

I thought it was strange at first that Zym sounds like a dog but after a while I got used to it

Also why is there no Zym plushie like wonderstorm your sitting on a gold mine do you know how many people would buy a Zym plushie.

Turn him into a marketable plushie

Do it wonderstorm plushify him you made bait now we need Zym

Anyway im done rambling now

Like last time I will be puting up a poll to decide what dragon to do next

Bye bye

[the-firebird69]

My son is having Frank Castle hardcastle Duke Nukem Blockbuster trying to get the dodo bar out and he's telling them to push it out push it out get it out there like the redhead from the hospital show to newbie. So we thought we'd distract you people so we can think.

It's amazing how that stuff is so funny we're going to make a casino the golden nuggets it's out there in Laughlin and that's Nevada it's near Reno and there are some casinos there but they're small and lame and dying badly and we'll go nearby and we'll revive them and some people like that a lot of more luck really love it and they'll have more business they can handle them open campgrounds with casinos in them have Indians out in the night time and on tables they're laughing cuz it's true they probably done it they said it's amazing it's a lot of fun campfire gambling. There's a bunch of campgrounds that our son saw it and wanted to go there but now he says no thanks. That would have the roller coaster ride at its feet it'll be a huge attraction and it would help the gambling business and also nearby we would have a special area of the mountain for my name literally we would hide gold nuggets and they be throughout and each time we would hide what we were hiding them where in placement and you would pay to gamble to find it this would be like a fast gamble instead of food and time and money and personnel and energy and politics you'll be able to pay to take the rest and some of the nuggets would be worth thousands of dollars and someone with worth hundreds and someone we worth the 10 to 20 dollars right down onto one to five dollars you can find a bunch of them and maybe some sacks of gold dust would be laying around or buried maybe buried for later retrieval and some of those would be worth like five grand and there'll be a few big nuggets in there and we want to see how much they're worth but we would go ahead and do that inside of atmosphere and it would be safe and once we hide the items we turn the cameras on and people would be allowed to use cameras in cell phones and it would be a gamble so you pay like $100 to do it and maybe a hundred people and it's not too much money based on the risk but you could take the gold and trade it in for money there or you can take it with you and try and get more money but we go at market value and the whole casino would be very nice and modern and large but it would be the mining theme and it would be like Virginia City which is a little bit different than Laughlin it's a western atmosphere and everybody loves the idea and the roller coaster would have a western motif and it'll be very much like a mining roller coaster and there's one coming up in Indiana Jones it's a giant one as a matter of fact and it might be why they do it because we put this in I'm imagining. And we are going to put in a smaller ride for elderly and people don't want to spend so much time and the carts will look more like the carts from Indiana Jones but they'll be safe of course and we'll have a tram and it'll be a nice tram it's a beautiful area it's breathtaking the scene out there and it's awesome and Jillian loved it and it was Hera geline format and she had a great time with her husband they got a little argument but he was mad about it and she forgave him and said come to bed what's going on is the people are wondering what's going on here. It's because her husband wouldn't leave it alone with somebody bothering him and kept out a little bit and then was quiet and he left and but he got him to leave so she thanked them says he's pretty good cuz he is.

Jason crawled into a hole that stuck and her son said that it's weasels not bugs and he's revived they brought him in they were going to leave and they were gotten to it what a nightmare

The last lake is dropped another roughly 3 MI each so a total of 6 mi deep but the 3 mi is filling it started feeling it's becoming more rapid so much slowing down the middle and it's fast and it is flowing down the river and it's going faster and faster and it's coming from two lakes now 3 it's becoming intense. Now it's four lakes and really five cuz it's not feeling the 5th yet so that water is going down it may take a while but the Saint Laurent is eroding the Riverside another 5 mi each side mostly going downwards to about 8 Miles and yes deeper than the lakes.

His problem here is people so damn weird they're stopping can't stand him.

There's a humongous amount of water coming down the main river way mostly everybody moved out in the middle no there it is that main river has widened from about 40 miles to about 100 and it's coming down fast very fast. It's going extremely fast and it probably widened to 200 in the middle and it's getting closer to the rivers the third fall it will.

The river is we reached the wall and we reinforced part of it and we widened it for this event and we are busy reinforcing the rest of it we simply installed walls on our side and we're leaving them on the other side and someone said we can put bigger stuff up there a lot of people. And we shall.

The first wave went out into the Gulf and was 50 ft high and became 300 miles wide. The small bridge is still there both of them are and it did wipe out a swath about 100 miles wide at top and 500 at the bottom almost to the rivers and everyone's very nervous and tons of people are still there and it is not dropping there it's just washing over everything with a 50 ft tidal wave. Justin heard it and got his people out a lot of them are affected and they moved other Max slot and moved and it is didn't. There's a ton of news coming out about it and they're running the second wave is forming and it is up north past the wall the 20-ft 20 mile opening each of them they're three and it is coming down the middle hole and flume is shooting out it's 50 miles long and three to four miles high. And John remillard is an ass he's afraid himself and says good for you to admit it other people need to know it instead of punching you out you can tell them that you think that it's really a problem you've seen big stuff and you know the effect rather than putting people down all the time well trying to do this it's kind of like you haven't seen anything big although nobody knows about me but a little weird. So he's calmed down a little and says it's pretty big problem and you're going to be putting up a lot of it and we should probably do a lot of studies and Max said yeah like we have an hour and just sitting there taking it like a man regarding Tommy f or you're going to fail you look at him says it's kind of my fall for not assisting and he's going ahead and talking about a little good. This is idea if I had money to go to a restaurant even with Ken in the outback at night we'd be talking about it and he'd bring up stuff they don't know or bring up things that they need to do and there would be emotion and there would be movement and they would have to defend himself this is maybe we're not ready yet for that yet and they start getting mad and say I think we are I said I don't know like once a month twice a month can't even get to the mall without asking Monday. And we are watching things deteriorate here no they're getting up a little bit and they don't like Tommy f and they're telling him off and saying they're not alienating the morlock and it is him arrest him they'll switch over to Mac and Mac does go after more lock too because they suck and they won't shut up he can't get it to do anything.

The slimmer the sliver is sinking at a rate of 1 mi per hour which is pretty fast that first wave is pushed it down the other chunk about 500 miles wide 3,000 miles across and the shape of almost a rectangle is it 80% no it was it's at 90% now and it's decompressing fast and meaning that the water is leaving it faster it's under pressure we think this might work right it's not the whole depth no it is it's the whole depth it's a machine. It is and it is of Earth and it is a wonderful thing there are several people who are wondering what's going on and they know they're watching and see huge huge thing and Jesus was our salvation they weren't doing well at all it was a long time before the year 2000. It is now falling and that's the first liver at a rate of 800 mph and now it's about 1500 and it's down 3 MI it's moving fast and visibly pretty soon it will be down and it's going faster now 3,000 and water is flowing in through the canal like a flume and it is concreted but the canal is about 100 miles wide and 80 miles deep it's meant to fit the biggest ships through and but it is it is flowing fairly well through there without damaging much of it it's going through there like a flume like it's meant to and even though it will drop to probably 20 miles on the edge even it will probably just continue to flow that way and that's what we hope will happen here the walls are going in as the currents are beginning and big wins will form thank you for the advice. And there's a huge number of things happening here I'll meet you in the upper Midwest a big one oh crap... No that was our son and his son hulk and abomination and it was a good time then why is there listening they say it's too freaks are bothering us that was abomination's wife she's got it in there first it's amazing and Hera is calling her husband creep. And there's a huge number of things happening and moving the oil up into your engine is a good idea but he overdid it didn't too long coated the hole inside and it wouldn't start and he's moron. And casanelli was actually BG. It's another thing here they're not really fit to fight the max but it says they are this is horrible.

The first sliver is falling extremely fast it will be down there in moments it's 15 miles deep right now and 5 miles will be achieved in about 3 minutes and the water is flowing in rapidly from the Gulf and it's flowing in from the Pacific the other canals floating right now too but slowly and it's so small that it's not really working and the siphon is not working it's going about 80 mph it's really bizarre it's just the emptying it's kind of shallow in that side which is good but the big canals flowing very fast not fast enough most of the water will come from the side and it's floating pretty good and we need it that water is flowing at 80 mph all around and that first sliver is full a shy only 5 miles and basically where that canal comes in 100 by 50 doesn't really do anything. And there's more the second tier is beginning to fall and it's because of the water flowing in it is eroding at it and it's coming off in big chunks and it looks really weird cuz the chunks kind of crushed into itself and disappear as they go down and there's only a mile left to fill in with water on the shore of Mexico and it's going now. And it's dropping the second tier is 500 miles wide and about 3,000 miles long and it goes from the very eastern border of Texas South all the way to the same vertical latitude as Guadalupe Mexico it's around 20 miles east of calexico and calico same same place. And it is going it is almost right on Guadalupe. And he is thinking his wife. For two things. It is flowing down the river very fast I'm going to publish now

Thor Free Olympus Zeus Hera Nevada Ariana we are all watching very closely yes we are you're real and goddess wife Poseidon in God's wife all of us are Duke Nukem Blockbuster every single one of us Frank Castle hardcastle and more goo oil

[atlasscrumpit]

Hii if you're still taking ideas here's a few you can pick whichever you prefer

Jake being possessive over Steven and threatening to kill anyone who flirts with him (jakesteven is my fav ship I'm so sorry Marc)

Marc and Jake bonding over something they both have interest in (they just pretend to hate each other idiots in love trope)

Steven buying something thoughtful for the other two and them being a blubbering mess coz they're not used to ppl buying them gifts

Steven questioning if he's real after the duat and Marc consoling him (super angsty pls i love the pain)

Jake annoying and distracting Steven at the gift shop when he's working

Steven being jealous of Layla and Marc and he's very bad at hiding it

That's all for now hope you won't mind if I send a few more later

Hope you like them!

Possessive Jake

(Separate bodies cause I want to)

Steven wanted to go to the Sunday markets, it was at 8am in the morning so obviously Marc was still fast asleep. But Jake didn't want to let Steven go alone.

Their hands intertwined as they walked through the markets. Steven smiled at practically everyone that walked past and Jake made sure to glare at everyone.

Steven dragged him over to a stall with pastries and Jake could practically see his heart eyes looking at the sweets.

"Do you want one Jake?" Steven asked as he smiled softly looking at Steven.

"I'll just get a coffee later mi amor, you get what you want." Jake replied as Steven smiled and ordered a crossaint for himself.

Steven used both his hands tp munch on the crossaint as they kept walking, Jake place his hand around Steven's waist.

Steven didn't mind, he liked that Jake wanted to be touching him all of the time.

Jake got his coffee and they sat down together watching all the people go by.

"Why do you always look so tense when we're out?" Steven asked pressing himself against Jake's warm body.

Jake wrapped his arm around Steven's shoulder pulling him even closer.

"Because I want people to know not to mess with you. And I want them to know you're mine." Jake replied making Steven chuckle a little and rest his head on Jake's shoulder.

"I think people know I'm yours Jake." Steven replied making Jake smile and kiss his forehead.

"I'll always make sure they know mi amor."

Steven buying something for Marc and Jake. (Seperate bodies)

Marc and Jake were at their apartment once again both watching TV when they heard the door open.

Steven shuffled his way in and Jake jumped up hugging him.

"I was so worried." Jake muttered making Steven chuckle.

"I told you I was just going to the stores. I was only gone an hour." Steven said as Jake pulled away and looked at him.

"I know but you didn't let me come with you mi amor. Are you seeing someone?" Jake asked narrowing his eyes making Steven chuckle again.

"No I'm not Jake, I was getting you guys presents! And I didn't want to ruin the surprise!" He shouted running over to the table to place two bags down.

"Why did you get us present buddy?" Marc asked standing up and walking over to Steven.

"Well, I just really appreciate you guys and you deserve a gift." Steven replied pulling out a black box and handing it to Jake.

"This is for you Jake." Steven said as Jake took the box and looked down at it in shock.

"And Marc, this is for you." Steven said pulling out a brown box and handing it to him.

"Steven you really didn't have to do this." Marc said as Steven smiled.

"I know but you both deserve it. Come on open them!" Steven said excitedly making Marc smile softly.

They both opened the box and Jake looked down to see brand new black leather gloves.

But instead of his one's now with moons on the knuckles their were gold letters. S, M and J.

Jake looked down at it in shock, he wanted to cry but what if Steven thought he was weak.

Marc opened his and looked down to see a beautiful brown leather book.

"I just thought you might want a new book to journal in. And Jake I thought after everything with Khonshu you wouldn't want moons on your gloves." Steven explained rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at Jake.

"Do you like them?" Steven asked nervously as Jake leapt forward and wrapped his arms around Steven beginning to cry.

"Oh mi amor I love them, I love you so much." He cried out making Marc chuckle.

Marc ran his finger over the leather of the book and smiled.

He joined in on the hug as they all hugged each other tightly.

"It's amazing Steven. I love you both so much."

Steven thinks he's not real

(Same body)

Marc had decided to let Jake take control for the day. He needed a break and he knew Steven did too.

He entered their mind space and saw Steven curled up with his knees to his chest on their bed.

"Hey buddy. Everything okay?" Marc asked sitting on the edge od the bed looking at Steven.

There was no reply as Marc looked at him in worry.

He placed his hand on Steven's knee making him look up.

"Hey, talk to me." Marc said as Steven looked at him with teary eyes.

"I'm not real am I?" He whispered as Marc looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Marc asked as Steven hid his face and began to cry. Marc scooted up and wrapped his arm around Steven's shoulder pulling him closer.

"You just made me up, a-and one day you won't need me and I'll disappear. Because I'm not real." Steven cried out as Marc closes his eyes and rested his on on the top of Steven's.

"Steven, you are real. And I will always need you, you'll be here with me forever. So will Jake unfortunately." He joked making Steven chuckle softly through his cries.

"I'm scared that I'm not real." Steven whispered as Marc tilted his head to look up at him.

"You are real Steven. As real as me or even realer." Marc whispered leaning forward to kiss Steven's head.

"Feel that? It's real buddy." Marc whispered as Steven smiled and cuddled into Marc.

[bill-y]

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄

Peeta mellark x male reader

We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family.

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part one: Over there, buddy

Part two:You’re here right now. :)

Part three: Click here, pepperoni salami.

Wattpad account: L0calxDumbass

I separated with Gale and Katniss for a while, telling them I needed air. I sighed, leaping from branch to branch in the thicket of trees. Bread, not just bread, baker's bread. If I'm lucky I could get just enough squirrels for the baker, he had a taste for it but his wife was much of a witch, so he only buys it when she's not around.

I remembered how she found me stealing some burnt bread from the trashcan. I looked at her with wide eyes, frozen, I thought I was going to die, stealing was punishable for death, after all. But she just let me go, screaming about her frustration of Seams picking through her trash.

I got bread that day either way.

I landed on a sturdy branch, spotting a squirrel on the tree adjacent to me; it was quite huge, I'm sure he'd love this. Let's just hope the witch isn't home by the time I give this to him.

I crouched down, still as a statue as I watched the squirrel run up and down the tree. I pulled out the thin, glistening dagger, unwrapping its course, leather bindings, which became a makeshift thin rope. I felt my eyes unconsciously widen,  watching the squirrel's movements.

My arm aimed, then with a simple flick, the dagger whistled through the air. The small creature was then pinned to the bark of the tree through its eyes. The dagger's blade was thin enough to not damage anything when aimed right.

I pulled on the rope, the blade coming back, dragging the animal carcass with it. A small smile tugged on my face, I can get bread.

Kunal was surely panicking, he was the type to worry about the smallest of things. He once stepped on a cat's tail, Buttercup, Primrose's cat and he bawled, nobody could calm him down. Until he was offered food, that is.

I chuckled at the memory, slowly pulling the blade off the head of the squirrel. I held it in my hands victoriously, a grin on my face. I whistled a small 3 tone song, the chirping mocking birds falling silent before they imitated the tone.

After meeting up, we went back home, passing by the Hob. It was sort of a black market, where coals are transported directly to trains. I disliked it here, the amount of coal dust always bothered me, so when I come here I tend to cover my nose.

We managed to trade six of the fish for good bread, the other two for some salt. The lady who sells soup, the one that always glares at me because I've insulted her soup on multiple occasions, Greasy Sae: took half the greens we gathered, along with the dead dog meat that she calls "beef".

That's why I hate her soups, though it's not like I have much of an option, we can't afford luxury here. Unlike those obnoxious, entitled, privileged people in the Capitol. My jaw clenched at the mere thought of those scums.

We finish our business on the market, so we went to the mayor's house, who was particularly fond of strawberries. We knocked on the back door, his daughter, Madge opening it for us.

She's in Katniss and I's year sits beside us at almost every event because we don't really have groups of friends. For being the mayor's daughter you'd expect her to be an entitled brat or maybe a snob, but she was alright, she kept to herself.

I like that, I hate noisy people, They'll scare away the game, that and I've never really liked loud noises. I still remember the explosions in the mines, it was traumatizing, even though my father didn't meet death there. I really wished he had.

Madge didn't wear her usual attire, instead, she wore an expensive white dress, her blonde hair up with a pink ribbon. Reaping clothes. I felt my face scrunch up, that day was supposed to be a form of celebration. It's more of a way for the capitol to show who's in control.

We were being punished for the crimes of the people who failed, disguised as some form of celebration. It's disgusting.

"Pretty dress," Gale complimented. Madge shoots him a look, trying to see if it's genuine or if he was just being ironic. It was a pretty dress, but it was a waste.

She smiled, "Well, if I'm going to the Capitol, I want to look nice, don't I?"

I clenched my jaw, "But you won't be going to the Capitol," I said coolly, my voice monotone. My eyes landed on a small, circular pin on her dress. Real gold. The testament to the fact that she probably won't be chosen. "You probably have five entries, compared to us, that's a blessing."

"That's not her fault," Katniss said. Madge looked slightly hurt, probably because I've never really spoken my thoughts to her, I try my best to be polite when she engages a conversation with me.

"I know," I responded plainly. Madge smiled towards me, though it was clear it wasn't exactly genuine. She then handed the money for the berries. She looked towards Katniss "Good luck, Katniss"

"You too," She responded.

We walked toward the Seam, I can't help but feel angry. Her? Going to the Capitol? What a joke. When you're twelve your name gets put in the pile once, thirteen twice then so on. Up until your eighteen, where your name is entered seven times.

But the thing is, the rich have an advantage. You can enter your name willingly in the pile when you're starving in exchange for some tesserae. I had been doing this since I was twelve, having entered my name 3 times, for my mother, brother and myself.  Every year following suite, it has always been like this.

Now at the age of 16, I've entered my name twenty times, same with Katniss. Gale was in even greater danger, with a number of forty-two.

And she'll be the tribute this year? It can happen but it's deadly slim. I knew Gale felt the same way, listening to him rant about tesserae in the woods with Katniss was enough confirmation, along with the fact that I join in on the rants. Always end it with a promise to destroy the Capitol, somehow.

But what good does that do us?

Gale, Katniss and I divide our spoils, though it wasn't really the evenest distribution.  Gale got more, understandably since he has more mouths to feed.

"See you guys in the square," Katniss said, Gale nodded, "Wear something pretty," he joked.

I decided to stop by the bakery, by then the witch should be home but I took my chances. There was Mr Mellark, sitting outside, watching the pigs. He saw me from the corner of his eye, he grinned. "Greyback!' he called.

"Mr Mellark, still up for some squirrel?" I ask, holding the fat one up. He nodded, "You're lucky my wife isn't here, yet. Hold on, I'll get the bread for Kunal," he said, rushing inside.

I walked to the backdoor of the bakery so that he wouldn't trouble himself that much. I waited awkwardly outside, looking at a small bird fluttering about. I whistled, holding my finger out.

The bird landed on my finger, making me smile. From the corner of my eye, I saw a boy, blonde, stocky. Could probably kill me, if I'm being honest. Even though I was fast, I wasn't strong.

Soon enough, the bird flew away with the arrival of the baker, with a loaf of sweet, savoury bread, hot from the oven. "Here you go, Greyback."

I nodded, handing him the squirrel. "Oh!" he hummed, "Have you met my son, Peeta?" he asked, a smile on his face, "You're in the same year, yes?"

I didn't know what to say. Sure, I know him but I don't know that well him that well. My eyes travelled to the boy, who simply waved and briskly walked away. "I don't think so," I answered.

"I better be going, Mr Mellark. Nal needs his favourite bread after all," I said, flashing a small smile before I left. A small pit of dread boiled in my stomach, something bad is going to happen.

But then again, it's Reaping day, nothing good ever happens.

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[eastenderkray]

( Gary walks in on Ron cheating and ends up in his Bruvthers arms )

Me Kray Bruvthers

Chapter 2: You Bastard!!

Warnings: Light smut, swearing.

It had been only 3 days since Gary had last lay with Ron. Gary had given Ron his number, Started shaving his armpits again, But no call!

Gary knew he would come off to eager if he visited Ron 1 day after so he waited, He couldn't wait any longer! So when night came he got dressed in his only suit he owned, which happened to be dark purple with gold floral designs that hugged his cuffs.

He hailed a cab and went to the Double R. The chances are the boys are at Esmeralda's Barn but he couldn't afford to go that far, So Gary prayed Ron would be there and he wouldn't have to take from his savings to see him.

When Gary arrives at the club every girl gave him a look, A few men stole glances but they were hidden unlike the broads in red. Gary walked up to a bartender, His confidence was very high now he was the center of attention." Are the Krays here?" He asked with a hopeful smile, The girl asked flirtatiously." Yes, What are you to them?"

" Well I'm a friend of Ronnies!"

Her grin faded to a dissapointed frown. She had many good looking men come in asking for Ron, It stung everytime. She wanted a handsome man to come in asking for her once!!" The room to the right of the bathrooms."

Gary nodded and thanked her before going to the small sign that had a picture of a toliet on it. He opened the door next to the gents bathroom only to see Ronnie. Ronnie with a boy bent over the table, Naked. Ronnie with his cock inside the boy, Thrusting violently. He shut the door quickly, Gary felt salt water gather on his lower lashline. He felt worthless, The sweet cuddles and kisses?! Did they mean anything to Ron?! He was startled by a soft." Me Bruvther that way ain't he, You alright luv?"

Gary spun round and saw Reggie. Reg was caressing a ciggarete with his lips and fondling the butt of it with his fingers. Gary wiped his tears and breathed." Y-Yea I'm fine, Tell Ron he's mean." Gary rushed past Reg, But to no success." Luvvie how 'bout ya come back to mine, You brave enough to wear that suit, Ya can get over Ron." Gary laughed, Brave enough to wear that suit." Your a bastard." He chuckled, Reg shrugged and replyed." Yea I is that, Now lets go back to mine."

When Reggie said that, Gary knew he wasn't asking." Okay!" Gary smiled, Reg didn't like men he wasn't sure why Reg wanted him to come back to his place so bad. None the less Gary followed the man in the dapper suit out of his beautiful club, Reg asked as they began to walk." You that boy from the diner yea? Ron told me 'bout ya flat and how it was luvvly."

Gary smiled as he thought" Ron mentioned me!" Even though he just saw Ron fucking someone else it still made him happy." Yea I's the boy from the diner. My names Gary nice to meet ya!" He extended his hand, Reggie grasp it before shaking it gently. Gary felt the subtle callouses that decorated his hand, It made Gary squirm slightly. He wondered what that hand would feel like against his ass?

" Oi Reg!" A vender from the market they were passing quickly broke the tension, Whether it was formed out of sexual chemistry or nervousiness Gary did not know. All he knew was the moment that he was loving so much was know over." 'Ello Bobby, What's that ya got there?"

Gary shifted his attention from Reggie's hand to the man, He was behind a stall holding 2 sausage rolls." Ya really a life saver me missus needed that surgery, Heres to on the house!" Bobby smiled and extended the food closer to the both of them, Reg said as he took the food." Well I wanted I didn't want ya missus in pain now did I? I'll see ya tamarra( Tomorrow ) at Esmeralda's, yea?"

Bobby nodded and waved as Reg began to walk, Gary followed. They both ate happily as they walked, The pastry of the sausage roll was flakey, It was utterly delicious. Gary had heard storys of them giving to charity and stuff but it was never dwelled on. It was always the storys about Ron biting someones ear off or sliced the victims mouth so wide he practically scalped the mans face! Gary thought as he walked." Reggie must be the nice one, Ronnie the mean."

Gary piped up and asked." So, Who was he?" Reg smiled and said." Yea Bobby's wife sliced her calf on a knife, It were a accident. She was cooking, Kid scared her and she dropped the knife. Some." Reg paused, His features now confused." That, What that skin under the skin thats outside the blood?"

Gary stared and stopped walking." The fuck are you on about?"

" Y-You know the skin that makes up like alot of the body? The, The." His voice elevated as his eyes light up." Towel!! Yea she damaged her towel."

Gary began to laugh, He keeps repeating a word but its drowned out by his laughter." What?!" Reg asks, Gary saids almost crying." H-Her tissue!! Not towel, Reggie your unbeliev-." Gary is cut off by a swift shove, He shuts his eyes instictly. A memory flashes into his mind." We gonna teach this fag a lesson hmm?!" A schoolboy shouts as he shoves Gary into the bathroom, Gary is on the floor within a second. He is so caught up with the repressed violence Gary doesn't feel Reggie's hands cup his ass.

He feels the kicks, Not the lips that capture his own. Reggie pulls away, Confused on why Gary is kissing back. In the dim light of his living room he sees a drop of water trickle down Garys cheeks." Gary, You alright?!"

Gary is suddenly back, He feels Reggie's hands on his ass moving away." Oh my God! You are homosexual!!" Gary kisses Reggie." Was I just crying as he tried to kiss me? Did I say that he was homosexual out loud?" His thoughts polluted the kiss, It was no longer enjoyable. He just felt nervous. Reg once again pulled away, His hand slowly crept up to Gary's cheek. He caressed the wetness away and asked." Are you not about sex? If ya don't want to-."

Gary interrupts, His body feels numb." No I do! I had something in me eye thats all! C'mon lets fuck." Gary's hand grasp Reggie's belt, The gold buckles is pried from its hole before Reg stops Garys quick hands." Me bruvther made ya cry. I was gonna take advantage of your sadness but you's to sweet, C'mon lets go cuddle."

Gary sighed at that statement, But he smiled none the less. Cuddle with Reggie Kray?! He could never refuse." Fine." Gary pouted, He bit his bottom lip and walked over to the brown leather couch.

As Gary did this Reg felt his cock twitch, The pouty angry thing worked for him. Suddenly he felt regret for not plowwing the boy right then and there. Reg lumbered over, He sat next to Gary before curling his arm around his waist.

It made Gary feel all warm and special, He was gonna wait for him! Reg looked over at Gary, His jaw was sharp, His eyes blue, His hair brown, And his mouth was pouty. Like a model out of a dirty flim, That's what Gary reminded of Reg of!" Are we gonna sit here and stare at eachother or fuck?" Gary teased.

" Babes we can kiss but me mum is upstairs. If we do fuck cause your getting on me nerves we must be very quiet." Reggies words got softer as he talked, Garys hands got greedy as he finished. They both stared for a second. And then another. Before they both agreed silently that they would kiss. Gary sat up straight before slinging his leg over Reggies thighs, His mouth met Regs before their hand began to explore.

Reg slide his hands down the side seams of Garys suit jacket before his finger tips felt the leather of his belt. He continued down further before he found the crossroads of where his trouser seams met, Gary squeled with delight as 2 of Reggies fingers attacked the thick seam. The vibration was shaking every little nerve his privates possessed, It made Gary drool.

Gary wanted to move his hands lower, Off Reggies shoulders, Down south to his fly. But he was in so much ecstasy from the vibrations it was almost like he was in a vegatative state. They were in such bliss from the kisses they didn't see the light invade the room, Nor did they hear Rons footsteps as he entered the living room. Ron stood behind Gary, His shadow cast the same darkness that once was the room." Fuckin' nonsense." Ron muttered.

Gary and Reg stopped all movement.

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What should happen next?! What will Ronnie do to them?!

[xtruss]

The Nomad Guide Who Decodes The Sahara's Secrets

— Image credit: Anthony Ham

— By Anthony Ham | 7th September 2021

Azima Ag Mohamed Ali was born and raised in the desert but came to Timbuktu to share the stories of the Sahara with travellers.

As the sun neared the horizon, before the day's final call to prayer, Azima Ag Mohamed Ali began his nightly walk through the sandy streets of Timbuktu in Mali. Along the way, first one, then a second friend fell into step alongside him. The greetings continued long after the friends met, with soft handshakes slipping together and apart, as each asked, over and again, after the health of their friends and families. This call-and-response carried deep into the conversation, as unhurried as their pace.

Swathed in voluminous robes of indigo, they passed through the streets of Timbuktu and continued out into the sand dunes, just beyond the city's western outskirts. Finally free of the city, they sat down in the sand and brewed a pot of tea as the heat drained from the day.

"The first tea is always strong like death," Ag Mohamed Ali said. "The second is mild like life. And the third", he smiled, "is sweet like love. You must drink all three."

Like many Tuareg, the once-nomadic people of the Sahara Desert, Ag Mohamed Ali was born out in the desert, far beyond Timbuktu. His birth certificate states that he was born in 1970, but it is an estimate used only for official documents. No-one really knows for sure. "I think I am much older than that," he said.

As a child in the Sahara, danger was never more than one big sandstorm away: "One day, when I was a small boy, I went to find water on my camel. On my way back to the camp, there was a sandstorm," he said. "The sky was black and I couldn't even see my hand. There was no warning, maybe five minutes at the most. I sat down and waited for the storm to end. It lasted maybe three hours. Then I went back to the camp. But then we had to go and find my father because he had gone to look for me."

Ag Mohamed Ali was a teenager when he first saw the city that would later become his home. "I couldn't believe the lights!" he remembered. Members of his family still live a semi-nomadic existence out in the desert. But when he became an adult, drought and the need to earn a living drove Ag Mohamed Ali into Timbuktu, where he set up a business as a guide for tourists who wanted to explore the Sahara.

His heart remained in the desert even when he had to be in the city. He refused to get a fixed-line telephone lest he come to depend upon it and never be able to leave. When he had no clients, he would escape to the desert, spending months at a time camping out, drinking tea with friends and sleeping under the stars. Whenever he had to be in town, the nightly foray into the dunes just outside the city was his escape.

As Ag Mohamed Ali travelled between desert and town, he bridged geographic spaces and spanned the ages, moving between a time of ancient desert traditions and the demands of modern life. Before tourists stopped coming to the Sahara , he was a tour guide; but among his own people, he remains a keeper of traditions and a teller of stories. And passing on those stories has become an obsession.

Now a dusty and ramshackle city, Timbuktu once stood at the confluence of some of Africa's most lucrative trade routes (Credit: John Elk/Getty Images)

"My children were born in the desert, as is our custom," he said. "We live in Timbuktu and I want them to go to school, not like me." Ag Mohamed Ali can speak seven languages though he never learned to read or write. "But one day I will also take them to the desert for a long time, so that they can learn about the desert and know it well, so they don't lose the connection."

By the 16th Century, more people – 100,000 – lived in Timbuktu than lived in London

It has been nearly a decade since Ag Mohamed Ali has been able to show the beauty of the region to travellers. Rebellions and conflict across the Sahel and Sahara have stopped the flow of tourists, causing great hardship to the peoples of the desert, especially guides like Ag Mohamed Ali. His stories now ring like echoes of the halcyon days of Saharan travel. Even confronted with such difficulties, Ag Mohamed Ali looks forward to the day when travellers can return.

For Ag Mohamed Ali and his children, the Sahara and Timbuktu is home. For the outside world, these places have come to represent the outer reaches of the known world.

In the Middle Ages, Timbuktu stood at the confluence of some of Africa's most lucrative trade routes. It was where the great salt caravans of the Sahara met the trade that coursed along the Niger River. Salt, gold, ivory and luxury European goods like linen, perfumes and glass all passed through a city that was, at the time, one of the richest on Earth. By the 16th Century, more people – 100,000 – lived in Timbuktu than lived in London. The city had nearly 200 schools and a university that drew scholars from as far away as Granada and Baghdad. It was known for its libraries of priceless manuscripts.

Ag Mohamed Ali initiated travellers into Timbuktu's secrets. He took them to the private family libraries that still held manuscripts from Timbuktu's golden age – biographies of the Prophet Muhammad on pages of gold leaf and scientific treatises from the great Islamic scholars of the day. He showed them the Dyingerey Ber Mosque, where no-one has dared to open an ancient palm-wood door since the 12th Century; when the door opens, a local legend warns, evil will escape into the world.

As he shared the stories of Timbuktu with visitors, Ag Mohamed Ali came to understand the outside world's obsession with the city. He watched as tourists tried to reconcile Timbuktu's storied past with the modern sand-blown streets and ramshackle mud dwellings. He took them to the markets where camels still arrived bearing slabs of salt from the deep-Saharan mines of Taoudenni. And he hurried them to shelter as the harmattan, a red desert wind, turned the sky dark in a blizzard of sand.

For outsiders, the Sahara and Timbuktu have come to represent the outer reaches of the known world (Credit: Anthony Ham)

As a guide, Ag Mohamed Ali made friends from around the world, and he visited some in Europe. It was, to him, an alien world, just as Timbuktu remains for many around the globe. "The first time I was in Europe," he said, "and I saw water just lying on the ground, I thought 'these people are crazy'." And everything moved at a speed that was unthinkable in the Sahara. "In the desert we have infinite time but no water," he said. "In Europe, you have plenty of water but no time."

And yet, even so far from the desert, Ag Mohamed Ali found a connection: "The first time I saw the ocean in Barcelona, I cried because it is like the desert. You cannot see its end."

Ag Mohamed Ali's travels also helped him understand the appeal of Timbuktu, because Paris and Barcelona were as unbelievable to him as Timbuktu is to much of the rest of the world. He went to a football match at Barcelona's Camp Nou stadium. "In the one place there were more people than in all Timbuktu," he remembered. He would later found a Timbuktu chapter of the FC Barcelona fan club.

When travellers wanted to see more of the Sahara, Ag Mohamed Ali took them to deep-desert Araouane, a sand-drowned town 270km north of Timbuktu. To get to Araouane, travellers must cross the Taganet sand sheet, which stretches, uninterrupted, to the far horizon. For the last 100km, there isn't a single tree.

Araouane itself has the appearance of a shipwreck. A number of its buildings have disappeared beneath the sands. Many of the houses that remain, even a mosque, lie half-submerged by the dunes that envelope the town. For weeks on end, the wind blows without respite, and sounds like ocean waves breaking on the shore. Women carry water from the well, leaning into the wind. Without the wells, life would be impossible here; sometimes it doesn't rain in Araouane for decades. Sand is everywhere, and nothing of any value, save for a single, forlorn wild date tree, can grow here.

In the deep-desert town of Araouane, many of the buildings have disappeared beneath the surrounding dunes (Credit: Anthony Ham)

"Before, to show that you were strong, you were a nomad," Ag Mohamed Ali said, when asked why people would live in such a place. "Now, to show you are strong, you stay in one place, you become sedentary. That is why the people of Araouane stay here. It is to show that Araouane exists."

And yet, for the tourists who visited there was undoubtedly more to it than that. There was something here that produced a sensation akin to exhilaration. It was the awe of vast skies and big horizons. It was the intimacy of lantern light flickering on mud ceilings as Ag Mohamed Ali told stories of salt caravans lost in sandstorms, stories that told of the uncanny ability of desert guides to find their way home in a world devoid of landmarks; sometimes they did this by tasting the sand or assessing its colour. It was the sand ridges perfectly sculpted by ceaseless winds, or the runic patterns written by wind on sand. And in the delicious remoteness lay an austere, end-of-the-world beauty.

Even as conflicts across North and West Africa have prevented visitors from coming to Timbuktu and Araouane for now, Ag Mohamed Ali wouldn't change where he lives for anything. "When I am in the desert, I feel like a free man. I feel safe and I am never afraid. Here I can think. Here I can see everything. It is who I am. I never want to leave. It is my home."

[thegingertrekkie]

Lost in a Dream World

Part 8: past the kingdom walls

You quickly found that this Shoji was exactly like your world's Shoji, kind but extremely quiet. You gave up on small talk about 10 minutes into your long walk and there was an uncomfortable silence ever since. The Edgelands was composed entirely of jagged lava rocks, the ground was always rumbling, and it was terribly hot. Shoji was right, it was hell. Every once and awhile there was a huge gust of wind from nowhere and Shoji would order you to hid under him. He'd wrap his arms around you like a protective shield and get close to the ground. The ground was so hot it burned your exposed skin, but Shoji held you down until the wind subsided.

"This is land of dragons" he explained after the third time "We're trespassing and they know we're here"

'Dragons?' You felt scared and giddy at the same time. This world was unbelievable, no one at home would take you seriously when you told then there were dragons here. You frowned thinking about home. Shoji decided it was time to take a rest and you passively agreed, grabbing one of the heavier packs Todoroki had given Shoji and opening it. You blinked as you looked down at the pile of gold inside the bag, lifting a piece to inspect more closely. "This is what we've been carrying? What the hell?"

One of Shoji's hands slapped over his mouth and he shushed you harshly. "Too loud (Y/n)! Put that away it's dangerous!"

The wind started up again stronger than before and you yelped as Shoji threw you into his back and started running. You turned and saw a huge silver dragon flying after you. A scream escaped your lips and a hand was slapped over your mouth again. "This isn't the time!" Shoji hissed, lunging to the side as blue flames scorched the land you had just been standing on. 'I'm gonna die' you thought, looking back at the dragon with wide terrified eyes. "Throw something at it!" Shoji commanded and you threw the gold bar that was still in your hand.

Surprisingly the dragon hesitated at the sight of the shiny metal. You let out a cautious breath and Shoji slowed his pace to a jog. You continued in silence and Shoji set you down after a while. The two of you walked side by side when the path was wide enough. The heat was making you dizzy and your body was drenched in sweat. Was it getting hotter? You glanced up and see a shadow scaling the rock face above you, too small to be a dragon. It looks like a person. You nudge Shoji "I think there's a person."

Shoji tenses and uses his extra arms to scan the jagged rock face. Your daggers are pushed in your hands and you both slow your pace. "Don't be fooled" he hisses at you "Some dragons can shape shift."

You swallow loudly and push forward with caution, trying your best not to hyperventilate. It was so hot, you felt like you were melting. The sun was going down in the sky, but the air didn't get any cooler. Shoji notices you struggling and slows down so you can rest.

"We're almost at the edge" Shoji stated taking your bag from you and handing you a canteen. You stare at your feet, chewing your bottom lip uncomfortably. You missed Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida. You wished they were here to talk to you. It wouldn't be so awkward if Shoji would just talk to you.

"Can you tell me about this world?" You said after a long drink of warm water.

Shoji paused for so long you thought he was going to ignore your question. "I guess I'll start from the beginning..."

Shoji explained how in the beginnging both kingdoms were united as one. Then suddenly the dragons appeared and brought magic with them. The magic attracted dangerous creatures like the goblins and society started to crumble. Some humans were able to harness the power of the magic, other were transformed into different creatures when they came into contact with a vein of magic (like Shoji had, you wondered what he looked like before). There was a great war between magic users and non magic users and the Edgelands was the battle field. The war stretched on for years until the dragons stepped in, making the Edgelands their home and not allowing the warring sides to cross over.

"There's been peace after that" Shoji finished he leaned against a large boulder and sighed. " the merchant's path is the only place magic and non magic users can mix, but they don't let you cross. There's a barrier. Here's the only weak spot."

He used three hands to gesture ahead. There was a huge ravine with floating boulders in between. You got as close to the edge as you dared and looked over the side, you couldn't see the bottom. Your stomach churned. You glanced back at Shoji and saw he was starting to head back the way you came. "Whoa, wait a minute!" You rushed after him and grabbed his shirt. "I thought you were supposed to take me to the other kingdom!"

"This is as far as I go" he responded, patting your head and making you blush. "The Kingdom of magic is on the other side of the ravine."

You felt sick to your stomach. Shoji pull away from you and disappeared into the edgelands. You looked over the edge of the ravine again and then at the rocks floating above. There were several layers of boulders, if you fell off one you might get lucky and land on another. You weren't sure what to do. You opened your pack to grab some food and groaned, face palming as you looked at the mound of gold. You couldn't eat gold and without Shoji you couldn't find your way back to the Todoroki kingdom.

"Heeeeeyyyy!" A voice called from the other side of the ravine.

You looked up surprised searching for the source of the voice.

"Over here! What are you doing over there?" A pink skinned girl yelled, waving her arms over her head.

"I'm stuck!" You call back "Can you help me?"

The girl laughs and makes her way over to you, jumping effortlessly from boulder to boulder. It takes her only a few minutes to reach you. "Come on!" Mina smiles "I have someone waiting for me so we have to hurry! Plus it's not safe outside the barrier."

She holds your hand as she leads you over the dangerous ravine. The floating boulders are much more stable than you thought they would be and closer together. Mina chartered the whole way across, a nice change of pace from the awkward silences you experienced before. You try to explain your situation to her, but she just laughs. Your phone had been dead for hours, so you didn't have any proof this time. It didn't seem to matter much to Mina, she seemed glad to help out anyway. Even when you made it to the other side of the ravine Mine held your hand tightly. She lead you towards the towering walls of the kingdom chatting away.

Once inside the walls you audibly gasped. The city was full of people and overlooked the ocean, completely different from the forest you had been in days before. Mina pulled you through the crowd, weaving through people at a fast pace. She lead you through the market square where booths were selling all sorts of strange objects, animals, and... People. You made eye contact with a young boy and guilt bubbled up in your throat. The pink skinned girl didn't stop, she pulled you into a back street and knocked on a wall. You jumped when a hand reach through and pulled you through.

"Mina you can't keep doing this! You're going to get caught!"

"Kaminari?" You ask reaching you hands out in the dark.

A candle was lit and revealed blonde boy with a black lighting bolt marked in his hair. His eyes were wide with surprise and Mina giggled. "They says they're from a different world with copies of us in it!" She squealed, running around the room to light more candles "I wasn't going to bring anymore non magic users but this one is different!"

"No kidding..." Kaminari mumbled, looking you up and down "they're wearing other kingdom clothes, they're gonna get caught!"

"It's fiiiine! I'll take them shopping!" Mina was so happy running around the small room.

You reached over to touch Kaminari's arm and yelped when you got shocked. Kaminari blushed and put his hands up "Sorry! I got hit with lightning near a magic vein and now I shock everything I touch."

Your eyes were wide with surprise and you had an idea. Digging around the bag Midoriya had bought you, you fished out your phone and a charging cable. You plug one end into your crack phone and thrust the other end towards the confused boy. "Put this in your mouth."

Kaminari's mouth drops open and Mina starts laughing again. "What?? No! Why?" He takes a step away from you.

"I need to charge my phone! Please, Kaminari! You do this all the time where I'm from!" You have him backed against a wall and he puts his hands over his mouth, shaking his head no.

"What is that?" Mina points at your phone "it looks busted"

"It's a... It's a tiny magic mirror, but it'll only work if it's charged. Kaminari, please!"

"You're gonna suck the magic out of me with that?" Kaminari clasps his chest dramatically and looks at you with a horrified expression.

"What? No! Ugh, just come on!"

"I wanna see it work!" Mina exclaimed grabbing the end of the charging cord and forcing it into Kaminari's mouth.

He gags at the metallic taste and glares at Mina right before the charging notifications goes off with a little "ping". The two gasp and look at your phone mesmerized at the little noise it made. As soon as it had enough power you switched it on. Smiling at the two amazed expressions before you. You pulled up the pictures you had with Mina and Kaminari. "Tiny magic mirror" Mina breathed one hand over her mouth, other outstretched towards your phone.

You snorted and laughed, handing the phone to them so they could scroll through your pictures.

You find a chair to sit in and your legs basically give out, you didn't realize how tired you were. Leaning you head against the wall you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, comforted my the familiar sounds of you friends laughing and joking with one another.

[homo-sex-shoe-whale]

Mine is the Lamb Funeral Home scandal. There was this guy in California in the 80s who essentially wanted to be the king of the funeral industry and to achieve this, he charged an absurdly low price for cremations and did an absolutely insane number of cremations per year. He had so many bodies to cremate that he had to buy a pottery place on the side and use the clay furnace to cremate bodies. He would stack several corpses inside the furnace and mix all the ashes together without a care in the world.

He'd also source organs from the bodies and sell them in the black market, because why wouldn't he at that point. This guy would even pull out gold teeth from corpses and sell them. Ultimately his crematory burned down when 38 bodies were stacked into a single furnace which caused a blockage in the air system.

In the funeral industry he was known as Little Hitler. How big of a yikes is that.

But what really freaks me out about this case is how he was discovered.

A WW2 vet who lived nearby the pottery furnace recognised the smell of burning corpses and reported it to the police. How terrifying is that. When the police busted the place, they opened a furnace and a burning foot fell out of it. They found several bins full of mixed human ashes.

How crazy is all of that. This case really fucks me up.

What's a lesser known crime case that makes you lose your shit?