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MISTLETOE — JESS MARIANO

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pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: when lorelai gilmore insists on hosting a christmas party, you might just catch yourself under the mistletoe with the boy you, like, totally don’t have a crush on or anything.

warnings: swearing as usual. fluff & a tiny bit of angst. jess smoking and u having a tiny smoke.

author’s note: u asked for more festive jess, and i am hear to answer ur cries! jess mariano i adore you !!!

“Y/N! You’re here!”

Lorelai Gilmore had never looked quite so pleased to see you, her eyes twinkling as they scanned over the Christmas jumper you were (rather reluctantly) wearing.

“Hi, Lorelai,” you smiled, handing her the bottle of champagne you’d been given to bring as a party favour, to which she grinned, “Thanks sweetie, come on in.”

You followed her down the hall and were embarrassingly pleased when your eyes caught those of a miserable looking Jess Mariano.

The moment he saw you he seemed to perk up, and you couldn’t help but notice Lorelai’s smirk as she watched you immediately beeline for him.

“Hey Y/L/N,” he almost smiled, picking at a piece of bread he’d been toying with eating for a while, “You got roped into coming too then?”

You scoffed, “Like Lorelai was going to let anyone get out of the biggest event of the festive season?”

“Don’t let Taylor hear you say that, his 300 different pointless events will be crushed,” Jess laughed, and you couldn’t help but revel in the sound.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when the joy at finding a friend with whom you had so much in common had become something more, but you didn’t like the way butterflies consumed your stomach when you were around him.

He was your friend, nothing more, and so — how cliche — you wouldn’t even really admit to yourself that you really liked him.

“Nice jumper,” he smirked, and suddenly you regretted adhering to Lorelai’s supposedly strict rule of no entry without a Christmas jumper, “Very festive.”

He was stifling a laugh, and you shook your head as your cheeks burned crimson under his intense gaze.

“Oh fuck off,” you looked down at where Rudolph and Santa were emblazoned on your chest, “I didn’t think I’d get away with no jumper and I didn’t have one, so it’s my mum’s.”

He chuckled now because he already knew that, having already seen your mother wearing the jumper the previous week, accompanied by the fact it was adorably oversized on you and he found it cute that it swamped your frame.

You’d tried tucking it into your jeans to minimise the bagginess, but to no avail.

“It’s cute,” he teased, swiping his tongue over his lips as you looked away, “But it looks warm. Like, crazy warm.”

“Oh, it is. I’m dying here. Anyway I didn’t think you’d actually come,” you shrugged, “If I’d known I wouldn’t have worn the jumper. One, there was no chance you were going to actually listen to Lorelai, and two, I could do without the teasing!”

Jess raised his eyebrows, “Hey, I’m not teasing,” he raised his hands up as if in defeat, “But you think I’d miss all this?”

The sarcasm in his tone as his eyes scanned the room made you giggle, “Of course. Nothing says Christmas like Taylor arguing with everyone and Lorelai running around being the fun enforcer.”

You both watched as Taylor seemed to be enthusiastically explaining something to a frustrated looking Sookie, and saw Lorelai still flitting around the room trying to ensure that everyone was having an at least somewhat pleasant time.

“I could do with some fresh air,” Jess’ eyes almost challenged you, because you knew he was going out to smoke and that Lorelai was inevitably going to have an issue with that, “Wanna join?”

You were well aware that it was in your best interest to not follow him around wherever he went, but you were so drawn to Jess that it was impossible not to.

“Yeah, sure,” you shrugged, gesturing for him to lead the way, “But you better not expect me to cover for you when Lorelai’s like a sniffer dog and finds you smoking.”

Jess just rolled his eyes, “Sure, officer.”

“Woah, woah, woah, where are you two going?” Lorelai asked, eyes immediately catching you both quickly exiting the room and widening in dismay.

“Y/N is wearing the clothing equivalent of a sauna over here, she just needs fresh air,” Jess crossed his arms over his chest as Lorelai’s eyes narrowed.

You smiled sheepishly, “We won’t be gone long, I promise.”

Lorelai didn’t appear convinced, but her expression suddenly lit up when she noticed where you were currently stood between rooms — directly under a doorframe adorned with mistletoe.

“Well, well, well,” Jess smirked, leaning an elbow on the doorframe as he watched you grow shy under his watchful eye, “Pucker up, princess.”

You shoved him slightly, and he almost toppled straight over, “Right, yeah. Like I’d kiss you.”

“Ouch,” Jess pouted, “You wound me.”

“I think your ego can take the hit, Jess,” you bit your lip, overwhelmed both by embarrassment at him joking about kissing you in front of the whole room and the urge to just say “fuck it!” and kiss him.

For a moment he looked genuinely hurt, but he soon resumed his usual nonchalant expression and continue his pursuit outside for a cigarette.

You followed him quickly, scurrying along behind him as he pulled a cigarette from its box and lit it without a moment’s thought once he’d passed the decking.

“Dude—slow down,” you huffed, “You invited me outside and then ran off like you didn’t want me here. What gives?”

Jess rolled his eyes, “Oh please, if you’re going to just question me then do me a favour and go back inside.”

“Woah,” you warned, taken aback by his sudden rude tone when he’d been joking around just minutes prior, “What the fuck is going on here? What have I done in the last 30 seconds that’s pissed you off this badly?”

Jess’ face seemed to drop, like he’d realised he shouldn’t be snapping at you like he was, “It doesn’t matter, Y/N. Just— just go back inside, alright? I’m sorry.”

You weren’t for even a moment going to accept that dismissal, instead sauntering to his side and snatching the cigarette from his fingers to take one single drag.

You didn’t smoke, made abundantly clear by the coughing that followed, so you weren’t sure why you’d so frantically taken it from him.

You shoved it back towards him and he accepted it with a laugh.

“Now you’re laughing? What is up with you?”

Jess rolled his eyes yet again, “I just don’t understand you, Y/L/N.”

You gulped, finally overcoming your coughing fit as your face was lit with confusion, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You came straight over to me when you got here. You giggled and you blushed and you smiled and,” he paused, like he was regretting opening his mouth, before he caved and continued, “And then when everyone’s watching you laugh at the idea of kissing me.”

You scoffed at that, “Says you Mr. ‘Pucker up princess’? Since when did you care if I want to kiss you under the stupid mistletoe or not?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t know… Since the countless fuckin’ weeks I’ve been flirting with you?” he was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, as though what he was saying had been obvious the whole time.

“You tease me, Jess, you don’t flirt with me,” you shrugged, breathing ragged as you pondered what it was he was really saying, “We’re friends and you know I—you just tease me about little things to wind me up. You’ve never ever made any suggestion that you like me.”

“God you’re so oblivious, man,” Jess shook his head, extinguishing his cigarette and tossing it out of sight to step closer to you.

Normally you’d hate the lingering smoke smell, but on Jess it was almost a comfort — though it did nothing to calm your racing heart in this moment.

“I’m hardly good with like, feelings, am I?” he leaned forward, so close you could feel his breath on your face, “I thought I was doing a good enough job at, like, I dunno— I mean I called you princess, for fucks sake. You think I’d do that if I didn’t like you?”

You sighed, “I just assumed you were joking around, trying to make me flustered to get a laugh out of it… I mean, princess? Really? That’s an awful choice and— I just don’t believe for a second that you like me.”

“And why not?”

“I—, well—,”

He didn’t let you fumble over your words any longer, dipping his head to press his lips firmly to yours and pulling you closer to his chest.

“I really do like you Y/N,” he exhaled as he pulled away, his voice quiet and low, “I should’ve made that clearer, and I just got annoyed that the mistletoe could’ve been my chance to kiss you and you blew it off like it was a hilarious idea.”

“Only because you joked like it was!”

“To protect my ego as you so kindly put it,” he quirked his brow, no longer mad and instead still giddy from the kiss, “But I got my kiss in the end, eh?”

You chuckled, “Don’t push your luck, sunshine.”

“You haven’t even told me you actually like me back yet, either,” Jess huffed, and you could detect the faintest pout on his lips as he paused, “This is going to be hard fucking work, isn’t it?”

You leaned in to peck the corner of his lips gently, a small smirk playing on your face, “Mhm. Get used to it, Mariano. ‘Cause I like you too. A whole fucking lot, in fact.”

“Good, now do you fancy going back in there and giving the mistletoe another try? I’m sure it’d spice the party right up.”

You shook your head, eyes rolling at the teasing look on his face, “Let’s just stay out here for now, huh Romeo?”

You were silent for a moment until he kissed you again, hands wrapping around your waist as yours found the back of his neck.

“Sounds good to me, princess.”

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thanks for reading guys !!! this was a lil ooc but fun to write so i hope you enjoyed. please let me know what you think ! <3

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nekropsii · 10 months ago

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Why do people call Porrim an MRA??? it's such a bad take I can't even begin to fathom the logic.

Uuuuugh. Okay, to my understanding, the logic is predicated on two concepts:

Kankri is Correct, there is no Misogyny on Beforus.

Since Beforus has a Matriarch, "complaining" about the Oppression of Women on Beforus is the exact equivalent... Men complaining about men being oppressed, despite us living in a Patriarchal society.

This is a terrible argument, because... Porrim literally explains in detail that that is not the case.

Yes, Beforus has a Matriarch... A Superficial Matriarch, where the woman in power is more of a Figurehead than anything. Law Enforcement and Politics are handled mostly by "Higher CIPs" - Ceruleans, Indigos, and Purples - which are predominantly born (hatched?) as men. ... If all of the Social Order and Politics are Enforced and Dictated by men... Then that... Is a Patriarchy.

So, we have it directly explained to us that Beforus is Superficially a Matriarchy, with a Governing Body largely composed by Highblood Men, who canonically benefit from the subjugation of women, because having women be of generally lower class than men means that... Men can cull women, potentially on the basis of being women. You know, that social system, enforced by the predominantly male-lead government that allows for what is essentially the ownership of people you deem incapable of caring for themselves as pets? The system that will take any excuse in the book? Sure, that may have been a social rule implemented by their version of HIC, Feferi fucking Peixes, but it's still being used as a weapon. Just because something was made by a woman, does not mean it cannot be used as a weapon against women in the name of misogyny. You think Alternian Culling doesn't work the same damn way?

There's a sharp cut of irony you have to feel at the fact that Porrim literally says that conversations of Misogyny on Beforus are often shot down using "The Matriarchy" as an excuse. If Misogyny wasn't a thing, why the fuck are Rufioh, Kankri, and Cronus literally, textually, purposefully Misogynists? Why the hell is Latula like that, then? I don't think this is a 1-to-1 allegory for the real world, man- Troll World Building has NEVER been a direct, clean allegory for the real world. I do not think she was ever intended to be read as an analogue to Men's Rights Activists, I think she was intended to be read as an Alien Feminist. If anything, this feels less like an MRA, and more like someone getting shut down for trying to have a conversation about how Misogyny Exists in, like, Thatcher-Era England or something. Well, there's a Female Prime Minister, isn't there? Misogyny is over, clearly.

Porrim is constantly posed as an Exposition Fairy on the same level as Aranea, just... With Politics and World Building rather than Character Analysis. Porrim is portrayed as cool, collected, and correct. Do you think Andrew Hussie - literal Andrew Hussie - would portray a fucking Men's Rights Activist with that level of grace and style? Because the answer is no! Every time a character is a Misogynist in Homestuck, they are comically terrible! Rufioh, Kankri, Cronus, fucking Caliborn! Hussie is a lot of things, and yeah, some of these things are bad, but none of these things include the label Misogynist. Hussie is well known for... Not doing that, actually, that's, like... A major appeal of the comic. The female characters in Homestuck are known for being really, really well written and really, really well handled!! If there was a Men's Rights Activist in Homestuck, we would know about it, because that character would be comedically terrible, constantly dunked on by everyone around him, totally bitchless, and posed as a relentless fucking menace who does not deserve to breathe the same air as any of the women in the story. You know, like Cronus! And Not Porrim!!

Also, can we all take a moment of silence to ponder how much of an L it is to have your entire point of discourse be based in the idea that straight up literal actual Kankri Vantas is correct? That is capital e Embarrassing.

#homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #beforus #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #dancestors #porrim maryam #beforus.pdf #porrim.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

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mariacallous · 11 months ago

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One of the section leaders for my computer-science class, Hamza El Boudali, believes that President Joe Biden should be killed. “I’m not calling for a civilian to do it, but I think a military should,” the 23-year-old Stanford University student told a small group of protesters last month. “I’d be happy if Biden was dead.” He thinks that Stanford is complicit in what he calls the genocide of Palestinians, and that Biden is not only complicit but responsible for it. “I’m not calling for a vigilante to do it,” he later clarified, “but I’m saying he is guilty of mass murder and should be treated in the same way that a terrorist with darker skin would be (and we all know terrorists with dark skin are typically bombed and drone striked by American planes).” El Boudali has also said that he believes that Hamas’s October 7 attack was a justifiable act of resistance, and that he would actually prefer Hamas rule America in place of its current government (though he clarified later that he “doesn’t mean Hamas is perfect”). When you ask him what his cause is, he answers: “Peace.”

I switched to a different computer-science section.

Israel is 7,500 miles away from Stanford’s campus, where I am a sophomore. But the Hamas invasion and the Israeli counterinvasion have fractured my university, a place typically less focused on geopolitics than on venture-capital funding for the latest dorm-based tech start-up. Few students would call for Biden’s head—I think—but many of the same young people who say they want peace in Gaza don’t seem to realize that they are in fact advocating for violence. Extremism has swept through classrooms and dorms, and it is becoming normal for students to be harassed and intimidated for their faith, heritage, or appearance—they have been called perpetrators of genocide for wearing kippahs, and accused of supporting terrorism for wearing keffiyehs. The extremism and anti-Semitism at Ivy League universities on the East Coast have attracted so much media and congressional attention that two Ivy presidents have lost their jobs. But few people seem to have noticed the culture war that has taken over our California campus.

For four months, two rival groups of protesters, separated by a narrow bike path, faced off on Stanford’s palm-covered grounds. The “Sit-In to Stop Genocide” encampment was erected by students in mid-October, even before Israeli troops had crossed into Gaza, to demand that the university divest from Israel and condemn its behavior. Posters were hung equating Hamas with Ukraine and Nelson Mandela. Across from the sit-in, a rival group of pro-Israel students eventually set up the “Blue and White Tent” to provide, as one activist put it, a “safe space” to “be a proud Jew on campus.” Soon it became the center of its own cluster of tents, with photos of Hamas’s victims sitting opposite the rubble-ridden images of Gaza and a long (and incomplete) list of the names of slain Palestinians displayed by the students at the sit-in.

Some days the dueling encampments would host only a few people each, but on a sunny weekday afternoon, there could be dozens. Most of the time, the groups tolerated each other. But not always. Students on both sides were reportedly spit on and yelled at, and had their belongings destroyed. (The perpetrators in many cases seemed to be adults who weren’t affiliated with Stanford, a security guard told me.) The university put in place round-the-clock security, but when something actually happened, no one quite knew what to do.

Stanford has a policy barring overnight camping, but for months didn’t enforce it, “out of a desire to support the peaceful expression of free speech in the ways that students choose to exercise that expression”—and, the administration told alumni, because the university feared that confronting the students would only make the conflict worse. When the school finally said the tents had to go last month, enormous protests against the university administration, and against Israel, followed.

“We don’t want no two states! We want all of ’48!” students chanted, a slogan advocating that Israel be dismantled and replaced by a single Arab nation. Palestinian flags flew alongside bright “Welcome!” banners left over from new-student orientation. A young woman gave a speech that seemed to capture the sense of urgency and power that so many students here feel. “We are Stanford University!” she shouted. “We control things!”

“We’ve had protests in the past,” Richard Saller, the university’s interim president, told me in November—about the environment, and apartheid, and Vietnam. But they didn’t pit “students against each other” the way that this conflict has.

I’ve spoken with Saller, a scholar of Roman history, a few times over the past six months in my capacity as a student journalist. We first met in September, a few weeks into his tenure. His predecessor, Marc Tessier-Lavigne, had resigned as president after my reporting for The Stanford Daily exposed misconduct in his academic research. (Tessier-Lavigne had failed to retract papers with faked data over the course of 20 years. In his resignation statement, he denied allegations of fraud and misconduct; a Stanford investigation determined that he had not personally manipulated data or ordered any manipulation but that he had repeatedly “failed to decisively and forthrightly correct mistakes” from his lab.)

In that first conversation, Saller told me that everyone was “eager to move on” from the Tessier-Lavigne scandal. He was cheerful and upbeat. He knew he wasn’t staying in the job long; he hadn’t even bothered to move into the recently vacated presidential manor. In any case, campus, at that time, was serene. Then, a week later, came October 7.

The attack was as clear a litmus test as one could imagine for the Middle East conflict. Hamas insurgents raided homes and a music festival with the goal of slaughtering as many civilians as possible. Some victims were raped and mutilated, several independent investigations found. Hundreds of hostages were taken into Gaza and many have been tortured.

This, of course, was bad. Saying this was bad does not negate or marginalize the abuses and suffering Palestinians have experienced in Gaza and elsewhere. Everyone, of every ideology, should be able to say that this was bad. But much of this campus failed that simple test.

Two days after the deadliest massacre of Jews since the Holocaust, Stanford released milquetoast statements marking the “moment of intense emotion” and declaring “deep concern” over “the crisis in Israel and Palestine.” The official statements did not use the words Hamas or violence.

The absence of a clear institutional response led some teachers to take matters into their own hands. During a mandatory freshman seminar on October 10, a lecturer named Ameer Loggins tossed out his lesson plan to tell students that the actions of the Palestinian “military force” had been justified, that Israelis were colonizers, and that the Holocaust had been overemphasized, according to interviews I conducted with students in the class. Loggins then asked the Jewish students to identify themselves. He instructed one of them to “stand up, face the window, and he kind of kicked away his chair,” a witness told me. Loggins described this as an effort to demonstrate Israel’s treatment of Palestinians. (Loggins did not reply to a request for comment; a spokesperson for Stanford said that there were “different recollections of the details regarding what happened” in the class.)

“We’re only in our third week of college, and we’re afraid to be here,” three students in the class wrote in an email that night to administrators. “This isn’t what Stanford was supposed to be.” The class Loggins taught is called COLLEGE, short for “Civic, Liberal, and Global Education,” and it is billed as an effort to develop “the skills that empower and enable us to live together.”

Loggins was suspended from teaching duties and an investigation was opened; this angered pro-Palestine activists, who organized a petition that garnered more than 1,700 signatures contesting the suspension. A pamphlet from the petitioners argued that Loggins’s behavior had not been out of bounds.

The day after the class, Stanford put out a statement written by Saller and Jenny Martinez, the university provost, more forcefully condemning the Hamas attack. Immediately, this new statement generated backlash.

Pro-Palestine activists complained about it during an event held the same day, the first of several “teach-ins” about the conflict. Students gathered in one of Stanford’s dorms to “bear witness to the struggles of decolonization.” The grievances and pain shared by Palestinian students were real. They told of discrimination and violence, of frightened family members subjected to harsh conditions. But the most raucous reaction from the crowd was in response to a young woman who said, “You ask us, do we condemn Hamas? Fuck you!” She added that she was “so proud of my resistance.”

David Palumbo-Liu, a professor of comparative literature with a focus on postcolonial studies, also spoke at the teach-in, explaining to the crowd that “European settlers” had come to “replace” Palestine’s “native population.”

Palumbo-Liu is known as an intelligent and supportive professor, and is popular among students, who call him by his initials, DPL. I wanted to ask him about his involvement in the teach-in, so we met one day in a café a few hundred feet away from the tents. I asked if he could elaborate on what he’d said at the event about Palestine’s native population. He was happy to expand: This was “one of those discussions that could go on forever. Like, who is actually native? At what point does nativism lapse, right? Well, you haven’t been native for X number of years, so …” In the end, he said, “you have two people who both feel they have a claim to the land,” and “they have to live together. Both sides have to cede something.”

The struggle at Stanford, he told me, “is to find a way in which open discussions can be had that allow people to disagree.” It’s true that Stanford has utterly failed in its efforts to encourage productive dialogue. But I still found it hard to reconcile DPL’s words with his public statements on Israel, which he’d recently said on Facebook should be “the most hated nation in the world.” He also wrote: “When Zionists say they don’t feel ‘safe’ on campus, I’ve come to see that as they no longer feel immune to criticism of Israel.” He continued: “Well as the saying goes, get used to it.”

Zionists, and indeed Jewish students of all political beliefs, have been given good reason to fear for their safety. They’ve been followed, harassed, and called derogatory racial epithets. At least one was told he was a “dirty Jew.” At least twice, mezuzahs have been ripped from students’ doors, and swastikas have been drawn in dorms. Arab and Muslim students also face alarming threats. The computer-science section leader, El Boudali, a pro-Palestine activist, told me he felt “safe personally,” but knew others who did not: “Some people have reported feeling like they’re followed, especially women who wear the hijab.”

In a remarkably short period of time, aggression and abuse have become commonplace, an accepted part of campus activism. In January, Jewish students organized an event dedicated to ameliorating anti-Semitism. It marked one of Saller’s first public appearances in the new year. Its topic seemed uncontroversial, and I thought it would generate little backlash.

Protests began before the panel discussion even started, with activists lining the stairs leading to the auditorium. During the event they drowned out the panelists, one of whom was Israel’s special envoy for combating anti-Semitism, by demanding a cease-fire. After participants began cycling out into the dark, things got ugly.

Activists, their faces covered by keffiyehs or medical masks, confronted attendees. “Go back to Brooklyn!” a young woman shouted at Jewish students. One protester, who emerged as the leader of the group, said that she and her compatriots would “take all of your places and ensure Israel falls.” She told attendees to get “off our fucking campus” and launched into conspiracy theories about Jews being involved in “child trafficking.” As a rabbi tried to leave the event, protesters pursued him, chanting, “There is only one solution! Intifada revolution!”

At one point, some members of the group turned on a few Stanford employees, including another rabbi, an imam, and a chaplain, telling them, “We know your names and we know where you work.” The ringleader added: “And we’ll soon find out where you live.” The religious leaders formed a protective barrier in front of the Jewish students. The rabbi and the imam appeared to be crying.

Saller avoided the protest by leaving through another door. Early that morning, his private residence had been vandalized. Protesters frequently tell him he “can’t hide” and shout him down. “We charge you with genocide!” they chant, demanding that Stanford divest from Israel. (When asked whether Stanford actually invested in Israel, a spokesperson replied that, beyond small exposures from passive funds that track indexes such as the S&P 500, the university’s endowment “has no direct holdings in Israeli companies, or direct holdings in defense contractors.”)

When the university finally said the protest tents had to be removed, students responded by accusing Saller of suppressing their right to free speech. This is probably the last charge he expected to face. Saller once served as provost at the University of Chicago, which is known for holding itself to a position of strict institutional neutrality so that its students can freely explore ideas for themselves. Saller has a lifelong belief in First Amendment rights. But that conviction in impartial college governance does not align with Stanford’s behavior in recent years. Despite the fact that many students seemed largely uninterested in the headlines before this year, Stanford’s administrative leadership has often taken positions on political issues and events, such as the Paris climate conference and the murder of George Floyd. After Russia invaded Ukraine, Stanford’s Hoover Tower was lit up in blue and yellow, and the school released a statement in solidarity.

When we first met, a week before October 7, I asked Saller about this. Did Stanford have a moral duty to denounce the war in Ukraine, for example, or the ethnic cleansing of Uyghur Muslims in China? “On international political issues, no,” he said. “That’s not a responsibility for the university as a whole, as an institution.”

But when Saller tried to apply his convictions on neutrality for the first time as president, dozens of faculty members condemned the response, many pro-Israel alumni were outraged, donors had private discussions about pulling funding, and an Israeli university sent an open letter to Saller and Martinez saying, “Stanford’s administration has failed us.” The initial statement had tried to make clear that the school’s policy was not Israel-specific: It noted that the university would not take a position on the turmoil in Nagorno-Karabakh (where Armenians are undergoing ethnic cleansing) either. But the message didn’t get through.

Saller had to beat an awkward retreat or risk the exact sort of public humiliation that he, as caretaker president, had presumably been hired to avoid. He came up with a compromise that landed somewhere in the middle: an unequivocal condemnation of Hamas’s “intolerable atrocities” paired with a statement making clear that Stanford would commit to institutional neutrality going forward.

“The events in Israel and Gaza this week have affected and engaged large numbers of students on our campus in ways that many other events have not,” the statement read. “This is why we feel compelled to both address the impact of these events on our campus and to explain why our general policy of not issuing statements about news events not directly connected to campus has limited the breadth of our comments thus far, and why you should not expect frequent commentary from us in the future.”

I asked Saller why he had changed tack on Israel and not on Nagorno-Karabakh. “We don’t feel as if we should be making statements on every war crime and atrocity,” he told me. This felt like a statement in and of itself.

In making such decisions, Saller works closely with Martinez, Stanford’s provost. I happened to interview her, too, a few days before October 7, not long after she’d been appointed. When I asked about her hopes for the job, she said that a “priority is ensuring an environment in which free speech and academic freedom are preserved.”

We talked about the so-called Leonard Law—a provision unique to California that requires private universities to be governed by the same First Amendment protections as public ones. This restricts what Stanford can do in terms of penalizing speech, putting it in a stricter bind than Harvard, the University of Pennsylvania, or any of the other elite private institutions that have more latitude to set the standards for their campus (whether or not they have done so).

So I was surprised when, in December, the university announced that abstract calls for genocide “clearly violate Stanford’s Fundamental Standard, the code of conduct for all students at the university.” The statement was a response to the outrage following the congressional testimony of three university presidents—outrage that eventually led to the resignation of two of them, Harvard’s Claudine Gay and Penn’s Liz Magill. Gay and Magill, who had both previously held positions at Stanford, did not commit to punishing calls for the genocide of Jews.

Experts told me that Stanford’s policy is impossible to enforce—and Saller himself acknowledged as much in our March interview.

“Liz Magill is a good friend,” Saller told me, adding, “Having watched what happened at Harvard and Penn, it seemed prudent” to publicly state that Stanford rejected calls for genocide. But saying that those calls violate the code of conduct “is not the same thing as to say that we could actually punish it.”

Stanford’s leaders seem to be trying their best while adapting to the situation in real time. But the muddled messaging has created a policy of neutrality that does not feel neutral at all.

When we met back in November, I tried to get Saller to open up about his experience running an institution in turmoil. What’s it like to know that so many students seem to believe that he—a mild-mannered 71-year-old classicist who swing-dances with his anthropologist wife—is a warmonger? Saller was more candid than I expected—perhaps more candid than any prominent university president has been yet. We sat in the same conference room as we had in September. The weather hadn’t really changed. Yet I felt like I was sitting in front of a different person. He was hunched over and looked exhausted, and his voice broke when he talked about the loss of life in Gaza and Israel and “the fact that we’re caught up in it.” A capable administrator with decades of experience, Saller seemed almost at a loss. “It’s been a kind of roller coaster, to be honest.”

He said he hadn’t anticipated the deluge of the emails “blaming me for lack of moral courage.” Anything the university says seems bound to be wrong: “If I say that our position is that we grieve over the loss of innocent lives, that in itself will draw some hostile reactions.”

“I find that really difficult to navigate,” he said with a sigh.

By March, it seemed that his views had solidified. He said he knew he was “a target,” but he was not going to be pushed into issuing any more statements. The continuing crisis seems to have granted him new insight. “I am certain that whatever I say will not have any material effect on the war in Gaza.” It’s hard to argue with that.

People tend to blame the campus wars on two villains: dithering administrators and radical student activists. But colleges have always had dithering administrators and radical student activists. To my mind, it’s the average students who have changed.

Elite universities attract a certain kind of student: the overachieving striver who has won all the right accolades for all the right activities. Is it such a surprise that the kids who are trained in the constant pursuit of perfect scores think they have to look at the world like a series of multiple-choice questions, with clearly right or wrong answers? Or that they think they can gamify a political cause in the same way they ace a standardized test?

Everyone knows that the only reliable way to get into a school like Stanford is to be really good at looking really good. Now that they’re here, students know that one easy way to keep looking good is to side with the majority of protesters, and condemn Israel.

It’s not that there isn’t real anger and anxiety over what is happening in Gaza—there is, and justifiably so. I know that among the protesters are many people who are deeply connected to this issue. But they are not the majority. What really activates the crowds now seems less a principled devotion to Palestine or to pacifism than a desire for collective action, to fit in by embracing the fashionable cause of the moment—as if a centuries-old conflict in which both sides have stolen and killed could ever be a simple matter of right and wrong. In their haste to exhibit moral righteousness, many of the least informed protesters end up being the loudest and most uncompromising.

Today’s students grew up in the Trump era, in which violent rhetoric has become a normal part of political discourse and activism is as easy as reposting an infographic. Many young people have come to feel that being angry is enough to foment change. Furious at the world’s injustices and desperate for a simple way to express that fury, they don’t seem interested in any form of engagement more nuanced than backing a pure protagonist and denouncing an evil enemy. They don’t, always, seem that concerned with the truth.

At the protest last month to prevent the removal of the sit-in, an activist in a pink Women’s March “pussy hat” shouted that no rape was committed by Hamas on October 7. “There hasn’t been proof of these rape accusations,” a student told me in a separate conversation, criticizing the Blue and White Tent for spreading what he considered to be misinformation about sexual violence. (In March, a United Nations report found “reasonable grounds to believe that conflict-related sexual violence,” including “rape and gang rape,” occurred in multiple locations on October 7, as well as “clear and convincing information” on the “rape and sexualized torture” of hostages.) “The level of propaganda” surrounding Hamas, he told me, “is just unbelievable.”

The real story at Stanford is not about the malicious actors who endorse sexual assault and murder as forms of resistance, but about those who passively enable them because they believe their side can do no wrong. You don’t have to understand what you’re arguing for in order to argue for it. You don’t have to be able to name the river or the sea under discussion to chant “From the river to the sea.” This kind of obliviousness explains how one of my friends, a gay activist, can justify Hamas’s actions, even though it would have the two of us—an outspoken queer person and a Jewish reporter—killed in a heartbeat. A similar mentality can exist on the other side: I have heard students insist on the absolute righteousness of Israel yet seem uninterested in learning anything about what life is like in Gaza.

I’m familiar with the pull of achievement culture—after all, I’m a product of the same system. I fell in love with Stanford as a 7-year-old, lying on the floor of an East Coast library and picturing all the cool technology those West Coast geniuses were dreaming up. I cried when I was accepted; I spent the next few months scrolling through the course catalog, giddy with anticipation. I wanted to learn everything.

I learned more than I expected. Within my first week here, someone asked me: “Why are all Jews so rich?” In 2016, when Stanford’s undergraduate senate had debated a resolution against anti-Semitism, one of its members argued that the idea of “Jews controlling the media, economy, government, and other societal institutions” represented “a very valid discussion.” (He apologized, and the resolution passed.) In my dorm last year, a student discussed being Jewish and awoke the next day to swastikas and a portrait of Hitler affixed to his door.

I grew up secularly, with no strong affiliation to Jewish culture. When I found out as a teenager that some of my ancestors had hidden their identity from their children and that dozens of my relatives had died in the Holocaust (something no living member of my family had known), I felt the barest tremor of identity. After I saw so many people I know cheering after October 7, I felt something stronger stir. I know others have experienced something similar. Even a professor texted me to say that she felt Jewish in a way she never had before.

But my frustration with the conflict on campus has little to do with my own identity. Across the many conversations and hours of formal interviews I conducted for this article, I’ve encountered a persistent anti-intellectual streak. I’ve watched many of my classmates treat death so cavalierly that they can protest as a pregame to a party. Indeed, two parties at Stanford were reported to the university this fall for allegedly making people say “Fuck Israel” or “Free Palestine” to get in the door. A spokesperson for the university said it was “unable to confirm the facts of what occurred,” but that it had “met with students involved in both parties to make clear that Stanford’s nondiscrimination policy applies to parties.” As a friend emailed me not long ago: “A place that was supposed to be a sanctuary from such unreason has become a factory for it.”

Readers may be tempted to discount the conduct displayed at Stanford. After all, the thinking goes, these are privileged kids doing what they always do: embracing faux-radicalism in college before taking jobs in fintech or consulting. These students, some might say, aren’t representative of America.

And yet they are representative of something: of the conduct many of the most accomplished students in my generation have accepted as tolerable, and what that means for the future of our country. I admire activism. We need people willing to protest what they see as wrong and take on entrenched systems of repression. But we also need to read, learn, discuss, accept the existence of nuance, embrace diversity of thought, and hold our own allies to high standards. More than ever, we need universities to teach young people how to do all of this.

For so long, Stanford’s physical standoff seemed intractable. Then, in early February, a storm swept in, and the natural world dictated its own conclusion.

Heavy rains flooded campus. For hours, the students battled to save their tents. The sit-in activists used sandbags and anything else they could find to hold back the water—at one point, David Palumbo-Liu, the professor, told me he stood in the lashing downpour to anchor one of the sit-in’s tents with his own body. When the storm hit, many of the Jewish activists had been attending a discussion on anti-Semitism. They raced back and struggled to salvage the Blue and White Tent, but it was too late—the wind had ripped it out of the ground.

The next day, the weary Jewish protesters returned to discover that their space had been taken.

A new collection of tents had been set up by El Boudali, the pro-Palestine activist, and a dozen friends. He said they were there to protest Islamophobia and to teach about Islam and jihad, and that they were a separate entity from the Sit-In to Stop Genocide, though I observed students cycling between the tents. Palestinian flags now flew from the bookstore to the quad.

Administrators told me they’d quickly informed El Boudali and his allies that the space had been reserved by the Jewish advocates, and offered to help move them to a different location. But the protesters told me they had no intention of going. (El Boudali later said that they did not take over the entire space, and would have been “happy to exist side by side, but they wanted to kick us off entirely from that lawn.”)

When it was clear that the area where they’d set up their tents would not be ceded back to the pro-Israel group willingly, Stanford changed course and decided to clear everyone out in one fell swoop. On February 8, school officials ordered all students to vacate the plaza overnight. The university was finally going to enforce its rule prohibiting people from sleeping outside on campus and requiring the removal of belongings from the plaza between 8 p.m. and 8 a.m. The order cited the danger posed by the storm as a justification for changing course and, probably hoping to avoid allegations of bias, described the decision as “viewpoint-neutral.”

That didn’t work.

About a week of protests, led by the sit-in organizers, followed. Chants were chanted. More demands for a “river to the sea” solution to the Israel problem were made. A friend boasted to me about her willingness to be arrested. Stanford sent a handful of staff members, who stood near balloons left over from an event earlier in the day. They were there, one of them told me, to “make students feel supported and safe.”

In the end, Saller and Martinez agreed to talk with the leaders of the sit-in about their demands to divest the university and condemn Israel, under the proviso that the activists comply with Stanford’s anti-camping guidelines “regardless of the outcome of discussions.” Eight days after they were first instructed to leave, 120 days after setting up camp, the sit-in protesters slept in their own beds. In defiance of the university’s instructions, they left behind their tents. But sometime in the very early hours of the morning, law-enforcement officers confiscated the structures. The area was cordoned off without any violence and the plaza filled once more with electric skateboards and farmers’ markets.

The conflict continues in its own way. Saller was just shouted down by protesters chanting “No peace on stolen land” at a Family Weekend event, and protesters later displayed an effigy of him covered in blood. Students still feel tense; Saller still seems worried. He told me that the university is planning to change all manner of things—residential-assistant training, new-student orientation, even the acceptance letters that students receive—in hopes of fostering a culture of greater tolerance. But no campus edict or panel discussion can address a problem that is so much bigger than our university.

At one rally last fall, a speaker expressed disillusionment about the power of “peaceful resistance” on college campuses. “What is there left to do but to take up arms?” The crowd cheered as he said Israel must be destroyed. But what would happen to its citizens? I’d prefer to believe that most protesters chanting “Palestine is Arab” and shouting that we must “smash the Zionist settler state” don’t actually think Jews should be killed en masse. But can one truly be so ignorant as to advocate widespread violence in the name of peace?

When the world is rendered in black-and-white—portrayed as a simple fight between colonizer and colonized—the answer is yes. Solutions, by this logic, are absolute: Israel or Palestine, nothing in between. Either you support liberation of the oppressed or you support genocide. Either Stanford is all good or all bad; all in favor of free speech or all authoritarian; all anti-Semitic or all Islamophobic.

At January’s anti-anti-Semitism event, I watched an exchange between a Jewish attendee and a protester from a few feet away. “Are you pro-Palestine?” the protester asked.

“Yes,” the attendee responded, and he went on to describe his disgust with the human-rights abuses Palestinians have faced for years.

“But are you a Zionist?”

“Yes.”

“Then we are enemies.”

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theeccentricraven · 8 months ago

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Alphabet Write Tag

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

Rules: give a sentence for each letter of the alphabet! (Can compose or get from your WIP)

I took quotes from The Blood Cleaners, but composed the last one since I couldn't find any Z's (and it was about time I named the nameless young mother Justin has to encounter during a major section of the story).

A- As Justin covered his eyes and wriggled in his bed, for a moment, he thought this was mild in comparison to the previous shot.

B - “Bravo,” Lord Rico said indifferently. “You’ve earned bonuses for this week. I suppose you’ve proven me wrong. Not the little rebels, but the best we have.”

C - “Congratulations,” said Lady Juana. “Just don’t get too comfortable in that uniform too soon.”

D - Do you hear me?

E - “Excuse you,” Lucio grumbled. “No one excuses an enforcer.”

F- Favor….

G - “Guys!” he shouted. “We’re in an oven!”

H - "Hermana! Hermana!” The little girl ran up and sprung into Joselyn’s arms.

I - I wanted to let you know that you are one of the most amazing girls in this cruel world.

J - Joselyn took only half a step before the hissing sound of a vaculator echoed across the hall.

K - “Kind of?”

L - "Lady Charla is the one who blabbed. She’s worse than Lord Rico.”

M - May 31st. Justin had a week. He spent every night staying up past 3am rehearsing answers for every possible question he could think of.

N - "No matter how much they butter you up, don’t forget about how their rules can’t be condoned.”

O - Oscar and Wayne were slower with transforming while holding objects and slower with transforming to their normal selves.

P - Patricia blushed to show her tattoo of a desert flower.

Q - “Que pasa?”

R - Rafael stuck out his tongue.

S - “She practiced so hard,” Ellen said.

T - “Tenderheart!”

U - Under a log, she’d hid her cards.

V - Velma kept talking.

W - “We call him Pancho,” said Joselyn.

X - Xavier!

Y - "Yeah, I became a cleaner when I was five."

Z - Zoe was the Fist mother who cared for her toddler at home. When she wasn't on maternity leave, she worked as an operations manager at one of the propaganda studios.

Tagging (no pressure): @constellationandcompendium @poethill @ghost-type-writer @ddgraywrites @hersurvival

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amazingmsme · 2 years ago

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If you are still willing to do the alphabet thing, Spock for A, C, D, F, G, H, I, L, Q, V, and W please? I'm sorry, I know that's a lot...

You bet I am! This gave me something to do when I had no service & had to wait for sunscreen to soak in after reapplying, so don’t apologize! Honestly you could send the entire alphabet for a character & I’d still answer every one nxbakshd

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

Spock is big on verbal affirmations in this situation. Tells them that they’re okay & that he’s done & how “fond” he is of their laughter all while sporting a green blush

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

Has mastered the slasher villain slow walk. He won’t run- he doesn’t need to. Even when his lee runs at full speed & is positive they’ve escaped, he’s right there in front of them somehow. But as the lee he’s so easy to corner cause he won’t stoop down to their level to give chase

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

EARS EARS EARS EARS! One of the only ways to make Spock shriek & completely lose composure. I’m sorry but it’s the LAW that anyone with pointy ears is devastatingly ticklish there. I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

Still pretty cool & collected. He prefers to stay out of them, but tends to get dragged in fairly quickly cause everyone wants to see him cut loose & laugh for once

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

Grins like a fool & has these really adorable soft snickers & giggles. Squirms a lot but thinks it feels nice

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

He loves nothing more than pointing out all the ways the lee was asking for it. He never fails to rat someone out if he can tell that’s what they want. & when they obviously get flustered about it & tell him to shut up he’s like “what? That’s what you want, so it’s only logical to let others know. Otherwise you’ll just be suffering in silence.“ it never fails to fluster & piss them off lol

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

He could hold out for a bit, he’s stubborn as a mule. But he’d cave eventually

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

He has a very smooth, calm sounding laugh, it’s such a nice sound. A bit on the higher pitched side but still has a nice tenor to it

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

“It would be most illogical to lie, seeing as you’d just prove me wrong. So yes. Was that the answer you were looking for?” (Sassy Spock supremacy)

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

Kirk, hands down. He knows he loves it & he likes making him happy. He’d never admit it but he thinks it’s fun too. He also likes to wreck Bones from time to time because the doctor is so grouchy & he likes to push his buttons.

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

He can say it, though he doesn’t necessarily like to lol. But if you squint you can see a hint of a blush on his cheeks. He gets just a tiny bit embarrassed. He’ll deny it as much as he can tho lol

#dreamthinkimagine #asks #tickle alphabet #star trek tickle headcanons #star trek headcanons #spock #star trek #ticklish!spock

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wouriqueen · 9 months ago

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At this point I feel like I’m going to have to read the series because seeing what Armand can do to a roomful of vampires simply by slamming his hands down?? He’s that powerful?? And he couldn’t prevent what we all know is going to happen?? Like I need to know how that’s possible and l cannot wait a month to find out!

Omg I forgot to answer this ask. Yes Armand is so powerful, and I like how differently we get to see him use his powers compared to Lestat, due to their respective circumstances (family aka small circle and the pretense of nonviolence vs coven aka big numbers and historically violent enforcement of rules and authority), but also their personalities, and actual powers.

As for how it's possible he couldn't prevent it, I don't buy it obviously LOL, we'll see how they the events unfold in the series, it might differ from the book to an extent.

Honestly Armand made me want to read the books right from the end of the 1st season, I haven't done it in the end but yeah I think he's a great and intriguing character and S02E05 definitely has me even more interested!

#ask machine #my posts #armand #iwtv

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*Meanwhile! Overdrive walks over to Synth!* Synth: s-stay back! or- Overdrive: OR YOU'LL WHAT!? TRY'N KILL ME!? *he swings his arm SLAMMING it into her'n sending her flying into the brick wall like she was of thin feathers!* YOU R E A L L Y DON'T THINK! DO YOU YA DUMB MUTT!? you know HOW powerful I am! how I could STRIP YOU BOLT BY BOLT! AND MAKE SURE YOU FEEL ALL OF IT! *he said threatening a punch which causes her to flinch! before he just chuckles!* look at you... you were BUILT to be NOTHING but muscle and intimidation... an enforcer for my rule! but GOD have ya FAILED at that! *laughs* WHY does Null even KEEP you round? ya CLEARLY ain't a good guard dog! yet you can't seem to even BREAK the mold I made for ya! you are PATHETIC! most of yer so called "friends" back there didn't even care bout ya enough to go looking for ye! only came sensing my presence! must like me a HELLUVA LOT MORE THEN YOU! *Synth breaks down into full blown sobbing! tears streaming like waterfalls!* Synth: I JUST WANTED TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING! I JUST WANTED PEOPLE TO CARE! I DIDN'T ASK TO BE LIKE THIS! I NEVER WANTED TO! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FREAKING HELL UP! YOU OVERGROWN FREAKING FREAK! DOWN RIGHT DIRTY ABOMINATION! YOU'RE NOT NULL! YOU MAY HAVE THOUGHT MY PLANS UP! BUT HIS HANDS PUT ME TOGETHER! HIS IMAGINATION MADE ME MORE THEN A IDEA! SO SHUT UP! AND EVEN IF I'M ANGRY AT THOSE JERKS I CALL PALS FOR NOT GIVING A FRICK! THEY GIVE MORE OF ONE THEN YOU! *she snarled before RIGHT hooking Overdrive! sending him THROUGH a brick wall crumbling it!* (this ask takes place AFTER the other one yer answering!)

Swifty and Vinnie arrive "Hey, we WERE following her!" Swifty snarls

"Then that Lucem decided to try to hide us for our safety. I dunno who this nightmare is, though." Vinnie says to Synth, calling Overdrive a nightmare. "Also, I understand why the others didn't follow immediately, they were just as stressed out as you were, and they were letting you try to get some space to calm down, though they didn't realize that you weren't intending on coming back. I may be the dumb one of the group but I still know when to act on things! You were carrying Silver and then you ran, you hurt her, of coarse others would focus on healing their friend, but you know when there's 6 people taking care of one person, that's plenty, you didn't mean to hurt Silver, you didn't mean to scare Avtug..."

#oc roleplay #jax #swifty the jagfox #vinnie the velociraptor

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madmonkeydisorder · 10 months ago

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silentmeteorite93 · 1 year ago

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The Leaping Gazelles 7/34

Daddy

Back when a woman was a girl, she used to refer to men by this title. At first it was only in the most impassioned moments, then without realizing it became almost a second name for the boy. From a whisper at first, then later even in life it covered most of her sentence beginnings, and in the end, the girl learned to express a variety of different meanings using only those two words but with a variety of different meanings. The change in tone and pitch was enough to show all the emotions she needed to express, and this behavior continued to the point where even her friends started to snipe at the man in that tone.

The man couldn't understand where exactly he had come across as forceful or accommodating, or if that occasional coldness was like the love-hate father she spoke of. At one time he had thought it was just an affectionate term of endearment with no deeper meaning. He'd inquired about the possibilities of the shape and had been answered in the negative. Nor did he think it possible that he could possibly fit the image of the wise and irascible man, and perhaps a man nowadays could figure it all out, but initially he had accepted the name openly simply because it was pleasant to the ear and the occasions on which it had initially appeared had been sufficiently fragrant.

Back then she would tell the man stories of her childhood on various occasions, oblivious to what would happen next or what had just happened. At one point, the man even suspected that she had picked the most inappropriate time and occasion to tell the story of her childish innocence and strict father to deliberately conflict with the story in her mouth. It was also several years later when the man began to consciously research the subject that he realized what a textbook individual the girl was at the time.

Her recollections were not only of her father's dealings as she recounted them, but were generally laced with service that contrasted sharply with her quieter appearance, and even when she was inarticulate or disoriented, she continued to intermittently recall memories of a childhood that was perhaps sweet and occasionally violent. There were times when the man felt that the two of them men might well become friends by some chance in time and space, provided that her father must not know what had happened to his daughter with this second father.

Her father's behavior and personality through the ages had always been something the boy had abhorred and exclaimed over, the sheer grumpiness directed at no one in particular. Those atrocities and pampering inflicted traveled back through time for the boy to inherit the mantle, and enough to scar the girl who was often on the receiving end of the ripples. Their father-daughter pattern of getting along seemed so normal yet revealingly strange and bizarre. The girl's later career, though adapted to stay on that ice field, was a part of the tradition. She also remembered the first time the unsure woman put on a white uniform, and before the boy could say anything to praise her, she felt the emotion gushing out of her body. Later, even the deviant pair would occasionally recall the madness and novelty of that afternoon, the pilgrimage of eruption still shocking even ten years later.

The severity of the girl's father was not only reflected in the rules that were set and enforced, but the beatings and bruises that covered the woman's childhood were also becoming clear in the man's mind. According to the man's experience in the years to come, the woman could be considered the perverse of the perverse. The woman who would bawl at the slightest touch but never beg for mercy or change was like an object in the man's mouth that needed to be tightened at regular intervals. Even the first attempt was equally hysterical. The boy's youth and kindness then, or the calloused mind now. The girl's prayers and enjoyment didn't allow the boy to feel an ounce of enjoyment, and thankfully after a long period of rendering and analyzing the boy came to a conclusion that was long overdue. It was only then that the two men went from strength to strength, taking this extreme sport to a whole new level. And the only time the woman didn't get into the swing of things was just the right time to leave enough of an imprint on the man's soul. The figure of the man walking into the snow was imagined by the man and still exists to this day.

#poem #writers #books & libraries #writing

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ilbound · 1 year ago

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@crosspunisher has requested a story : .. He can't fight it anymore. He's leaning against Sloan's shoulder and never plans on standing upright again.

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Like any maltreated animal ( branded , broken , beaten ; the rabid mongrel near-crushed under heel of supposed purpose still yet unfulfilled— ) , Sloan learned only one rule : stay away from others . Upheld for y e a r s in following their escape from the Eye , the only company found tolerable ( found safe ) was THEIR OWN . To invite anyone into their life posed UNNECESSARY RISK ; closeness was a compromise they were unwilling to abide and incapable of offering without it being fraught with the bile of apathy and threat. And despite all that time ( rightly & purposefully ) alone , enforcing a self-imposed divide between themself and everyone else … They realize their one rule HAS BEEN BROKEN for a single man ( & one that was tasked to kill them , no less ) .

Have they grown so very d e s p e r a t e to believe companionship the only alternative to their lack of humanity , to find it the only salve to their cynical existentialism ?

Perhaps. People … Do change , after all. And if Sloan were a god-fearing sort , they might have considered the prospect that a higher power set Wolfwood in their path for a r e a s o n . As if the universe felt inclined to have a laugh on the two’s behalf. But why ? Even Sloan is not sure ( though , maybe it is the unknowing that serves to make it interesting ; maybe it is the mystery that makes this far more special than it ought to be ) .

The weight of Wolfwood’s head falling to rest against their shoulder causes them to t e n s e , to feel momentarily disconcerted. Sloan knows they s h o u l d respond negatively , they s h o u l d retaliate against the gesture … Yet , they don’t , they accept it ( they welcome it ) . And come again is the p a r a s i t e burrowing in their skull , bred deep in thought and conscious to sow DOUBT & DISILLUSION . The voice that still haunts the Anomalous has changed since the exodus , for they think – at times – it sounds less a man and more a w o m a n ( more an echo of own tone ) . Thus She speaks : WHAT IS HE TO YOU , O’LAMB ?

Lo’ how are they to reply , when they know not the answer ?

Calling him NOTHING is the first thing that comes to mind , but that is not true , nor has it been true for several weeks ( this , a realization that terrifies them ) .

Quiet grunt of acknowledgement sounds , head tipping to pin the other with a halfhearted glare through the fringe of fallen bangs. ❝ Dumbass , ❞ Immediate is the admonishing he is given , tone SHARP & DEMEANING , ❝ Don’t you ever listen when I talk ? ❞ Probably not. ❝ I keep telling you not to touch me , ❞ And yet , they’re not moving away from him , not even attempting to shove him away , either. ❝ … If you were really so eager for my attention , you could’ve just a s k e d … ❞ Thus , Sloan leans back against him , pressing back into his warmth , seeping up the hum of energy he gives off and letting it pulse through their veins , prickling their skin. Such a STRANGE PLEASURE it gives them , like breathing in the fumes of his smoke as he speaks , or being rattled about when he shakes them by the collar for being too much of a mouthy pest ; feels a lot like soaking up a p i e c e of him , absorbing it and making it theirs to k e e p .

No , perhaps he is not NOTHING to them ; though calling him EVERYTHING seems much like an exaggeration , too. Sloan is not sure w h a t this is – this forbidden little affair of theirs – but it does feel … ( almost ) GOOD .

#❧ ⸺ ch. sloan | answered ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. sloan | verse i: main ( trigun ) ❞#crosspunisher #for you ... i come out of the void & reply to this for them #only for you >:(#do i know what the fuck they are to each other?#nope!#but boy is it neat

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jdnoriel · 2 years ago

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Article 1225

For the purpose of the preceding articles, obligation to give definite things and those which are not susceptible of partial performance shall be deemed to be indivisible.

When the obligation has for its object the execution of a certain number of days of work, the accomplishment of work by metrical units, or analogous things which by their nature are susceptible of partial performance, it shall be divisible.

However, even though the object or service may be physically divisible, an obligation is indivisible if so provided by law or intended by the parties.

In obligations not to do, divisibility or indivisibility shall be determined by the character of the prestation in each particular case. (1151a)

Effect of illegality of a part of a contract

Divisible Contract – if the contract is divisible and a part of it is illegal, the illegal part of the contract is considered void and not enforceable.

Indivisible Contract – if the contract is indivisible and a part of it is illegal, the entire contract is considered void and not enforceable.

Effect of partial performance of an indivisible contract

When an obligation is indivisible, it is not susceptible to partial performance, therefore, a debtors who only does a part of the obligation cannot revocer payment for the partial work that he has done because for an indivisible contract, partial performance is equivalent to non-performance.

Angel Jose Warehousing Co., Inc. vs. Chelda Enterprises (23 SCRA 119)

March 25, 2016

G.R. No. L-25704 April 24, 1968

ANGEL JOSE WAREHOUSING CO., INC., plaintiff-appellee, vs. CHELDA ENTERPRISES and DAVID SYJUECO, defendants-appellants.

Luis A. Guerrero for plaintiff-appellee.Burgos and Sarte for defendants-appellants.

BENGZON, J.P., J.:

FACTS

Plaintiff corporation filed suit in the Court of First Instance of Manila on May 29, 1964 against the partnership Chelda Enterprises and David Syjueco, its capitalist partner, for recovery of alleged unpaid loans in the total amount of P20,880.00, with legal interest from the filing of the complaint, plus attorney’s fees of P5,000.00. Alleging that post dated checks issued by defendants to pay said account were dishonored, that defendants’ industrial partner, Chellaram I. Mohinani, had left the country, and that defendants have removed or disposed of their property, or are about to do so, with intent to defraud their creditors, preliminary attachment was also sought.

Answering, defendants averred that they obtained four loans from plaintiff in the total amount of P26,500.00, of which P5,620.00 had been paid, leaving a balance of P20,880.00; that plaintiff charged and deducted from the loan usurious interests thereon, at rates of 2% and 2.5% per month, and, consequently, plaintiff has no cause of action against defendants and should not be permitted to recover under the law. A counterclaim for P2,000.00 attorney’s fees was interposed.

Great reliance is made by appellants on Art. 1411 of the New Civil Code which states:

Art. 1411. When the nullity proceeds from the illegality of the cause or object of the contract, and the act constitutes criminal offense, both parties being in pari delicto, they shall have no action against each other, and both shall be prosecuted. Moreover, the provisions of the Penal Code relative to the disposal of effects or instruments of a crime shall be applicable to the things or the price of the contract.

This rule shall be applicable when only one of the parties is guilty; but the innocent one may claim what he has given, and shall not be bound to comply with his promise.

Since, according to the appellants, a usurious loan is void due to illegality of cause or object, the rule of pari delicto expressed in Article 1411, supra, applies, so that neither party can bring action against each other. Said rule, however, appellants add, is modified as to the borrower, by express provision of the law (Art. 1413, New Civil Code), allowing the borrower to recover interest paid in excess of the interest allowed by the Usury Law. As to the lender, no exception is made to the rule; hence, he cannot recover on the contract. So — they continue — the New Civil Code provisions must be upheld as against the Usury Law, under which a loan with usurious interest is not totally void, because of Article 1961 of the New Civil Code, that: “Usurious contracts shall be governed by the Usury Law and other special laws, so far as they are not inconsistent with his promise.

ISSUE

Whether or not the illegal terms as to payment of interest likewise renders a nullity the legal terms as to payments of the principal debt.

HELD

Article 1420 of the New Civil Code provides in this regard: “In case of a divisible contract, if the illegal terms can be separated from the legal ones, the latter may be enforced.”

In simple loan with stipulation of usurious interest, the prestation of the debtor to pay the principal debt, which is the cause of the contract (Article 1350, Civil Code), is not illegal.

The illegality lies only as to the prestation to pay the stipulated interest; hence, being separable, the latter only should be deemed void, since it is the only one that is illegal.

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awindylife-writes · 2 years ago

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This Time Around (Chapter 8)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, (here), Chapter 9, Chapter 10 (ongoing)

Relationship: third Doctor x reader

Summary: the Doctor's being difficuuult while he waits for you to wake up.

Warnings: none

Author's notes: l am so PROUD of myself l managed to write this on time. Until now, l've written in advance and posted old chapters after editing but we're getting to parts l haven't written yet and this one's been bugging me for forever. Dialogue😥

The concepts of bond-mates and visible personal timelines belong to @inthisformiambadwolf.

"Good morning."

The Doctor looked up from the entrails of your vortex manipulator to stare at Dr. Richards in surprise.

He'd started wrangling the shatter threads back into shape sometime after your nightmare, then moved on to the contorted macrobind. Throughout the remainder of the night, he'd been grappling with himself over whether or not he should comb through the manipulator's databank to determine your takeoff coordinates. The snarling protectivness in him had demanded he find out what wretched place had hurt you so viciously, but in the end, he didn't want to commit such an invasion of your privacy. He would die before he risked your trust.

He was just about to finish aligning the fibre links when Dr. Richards walked in and abruptly pulled him from his thoughts, so his own, "Good morning," was a little dazed.

The man walking closer to your bed looked the Doctor over with inquisitive eyes like he didn't really know what to make of the Time Lord. He stopped at the foot of your bed and began quietly, "You know, when nurse Carter told me you snuck in to see our patient yesterday, l have to admit l was rather surprised."

The Doctor settled for an, "Oh?"

"Yes," the man raised his eyebrows, "And imagine my amazement when l learned that you also managed to calm her after a particularly nasty nightmare, then spent the night at her side."

The Doctor smiled innocently, "And why would that be amazing?"

Dr. Richards levelled him a look. "Don't play games with me, man. Yesterday you didn't even know if she is human, and now you're acting like you're her family?"

I am her family, a part of the Doctor snarled. But he had no right to say that, not yet. Not until you agreed with it.

Instead, he gathered his patience. "I know it's difficult to believe, but l assure you she knows me very well and we'll explain everything when she wakes up."

The man frowned in disbelief as he shifted his weight from leg to leg. "How? What exactly is your relationship with the patient?"

The Doctor sighed and tapped the manipulator with his thumb. "You wouldn't believe me if l told you," he answered matter-of-factly. "As you and nurse Carter well know I don't exist in your Central Records and neither does she, so l can't prove anything, but you can't disprove it either. All l ask is to be allowed to stay beside her."

Dr. Richards pressed his lips together as he measured the Doctor with his eyes. "You seem to forget this is an infimary. There are rules and I have a duty to enforce them."

Then he looked over your sleeping form and took a deep breath. "But luckily for you, the night nurse can confirm at least the basic trust the girl has in you. And seeing her injuries and the state she was in when she woke up, she needs all the friends she can get." His sharp gaze focused back on the Doctor, "Because of that and that alone l'll allow you to stay in her room."

"Thank you." The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief. A smile tugged at his lips, it was good to know he wouldn't have to cause a skirmish by refusing to leave you.

Then he remembered something. "When we last spoke, you mentioned her blood test results would come back..."

"Oh yes, yes, they have," Dr. Richards nodded. "She has an iron deficiency, but that was to be expected with her malnourishment." Then his gaze shifted to you as he frowned, "The strange thing is, they found her trombocites are nothing like any human trombocites they've ever seen, and they couldn't determine if she is Rh positive or negative."

He turned back to the Doctor, eyebrows raised, "Do you have any idea why?"

"No. No, not really," the Doctor smiled, then murmured, "Interesting," to himself as he fiddled with the manipulator's straps.

Dr. Richards' eyes followed his hands. "Somehow l don't think she'd appreciate you tampering with that," he nodded at the device.

A defiant smile appeared on the Doctor's lips. "Well, l thought l better fix it, seeing as l'm the only person on this little planet of yours who can." And Dr. Richards had better not ask about your key. If the man wanted it back, he could fight the Doctor for it.

"Right." Doctor Richards looked between the pair of you, beginning the slow process of leaving. He had apparently reached his limit for nonsense for that day. "Well, either nurse Carter or l will be over to check on her bandages every five hours or so. Can't be too careful."

Then his eyes stopped on the Doctor's jacket and he cocked his head. "In the meantime, l suggest you do something about that stain on your shoulder."

The Doctor's head whipped around to look at the dried patch of your blood. Oh. How could he have forgotten?!

"Ah, and a friendly warning," Dr. Richards remembered just as he started to walk away. "I heard the Brigadier's becoming rather impatient about the lack of information he's receaved from you. If you want to avoid another lecture, l suggest you have a word with him about all this."

"Thank you."

Dr. Richards nodded and headed for the door.

The Doctor sighed. It seemed he would have to leave your side again, at least for a little while.

Standing up, he slowly gathered the vortex manipulator, its parts and his tools in his pockets. He'd make his report to the Brigadier as informative and brief as he could. Luckily, no one would be able to come hound him afterwards, it wasn't like they could come in and have a spat with him over your hospital bed.

"I'll be back as soon as l can," he whispered as his fingers brushed the back of your hand.

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a-gal-with-taste · 3 years ago

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Unappreciated Screenshots

Yeah, that's right, we're doing this. Deal with it.

LOOK. AT. THE. SOFTNESS.

That is a man who LOVES his kid. Look at 'im, he lost 10 years of stress just from opening the door to greet his little girl. Half his premature grey-hair reverted back to brown, he's HAPPY, and then of course you have Mr. Traumas-a-Lot coming along. Jerk, let the man have PEACE, Silco.

Sometimes alcohol IS the answer?

I do love the placement of the bomb and the cute drawing from Ren here, while it seems a bit heavy-handed. It's cool they they got both in the shot, on whether or not he actively pursues the risk of taking Jinx, and by extension, Silco down, an act that ultimately would endanger his daughter.

It's a wee-bit heavy-handed, but still a good shot, like the one he's drinking, I bet.

He smol.

He baby.

His brows make up 19% of his face.

He doesn't know how to groom his brows or his sideburns, and I love them both.

S M U G. L A D.

Look at him, look at that confidence. Sure, you could say it's the fact that he's got at least 25 lbs of extra armor on him, and two Enforcer-strongmen to keep him from getting actually pummeled into the fucking dirt, but I like to think he's got the natural confidence that others are in awe of.

Nothing like looking at a man in conflict and guilt over backstabbing a friend/mentor that leads to their death, amrite?

THIS MAN KNOWS HOW TO DRESS. NOT A SPECK OF DIRT ON 'IM.

AND HE KNOWS HOW TO POSE, LOOK AT HIM.

Broad-shouldered, chin slightly down, look through the eyebrows, come ONNNNN...

Look at him.

He's known the guy all of 20 seconds and is already side-eyeing him like [drumroll please] 'stfu Silco.'

...

Listen. Listen to me, okay?

Rule 4197: If he's illuminated by a big light from behind with a serious, kick-ass-take-names expression, it's hot af. I don't make the rules, can't/won't apologize for them.

I can't believe they didn't delve into Marcus's backstory, because WHERE did he find tbackstop,

He's a third-the-size of Vander, and is getting up right close-and-personal like he could flatten him, it's insane. A mad-lad, actually.

Oh, speaking of which:

I-

"You got a missus at home? No? Would you like one?" 💍

#using all 10 HD photos the internet has of this man #arcane #arcane marcus #marcus #he doesnt have a last name? he can have mine 😌#arcane screenshots #satire #shitpost #april fools #arcane vander #arcane silco #silco #vander #arcane grayson #arcane ren #screenshots

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Re: commedia. I’m interested in Lestat-as-a-performer, because I’m the series I get the vibe that he’s performing the role of a monster. Are there villains in the commedia tradition? If so, what are they like?

this is a really great question!

the answer to this, as far as i know, is not really! the villains in this particular form of theatre can really be any of the characters. you can argue that the lovers are the villains in one scenario because they are disrupting the order of things and are causing havoc in their society for loving each other, or that one of the master characters is the villain for enforcing the rules over the other characters. it honestly depends on the plot. with the cast of characters generally being quite rigid, and them all being based on different stereotypes (some of which are highly offensive) it's really hard to have one of them always be the 'villain' character without the plots of the performances becoming predictable. if columbina (the highest-ranking servant) is consistently the villain, then people would always know what to expect from her, and her role in the plot would be more or less consistent, and commedia is a form of theatre that tries not to be consistent in that way. although the authority figures in the story (often the older male characters) are much easier to make into a black and white villain character, and did become them more often than not lmao, especially in the more traditional performances. the 'villain' would often commit an act of selflessness at the end of a play to redeem themselves, especially if that character was one of the 'masters', just to keep the acting troupes in the good graces of the social classes that could afford to pay them for their work.

any of the characters can be painted as the villain in their given scenarios. all of them have the capacity to be an antagonist. i think that comes from the fact that commedia is a satire on the people who were living in northern italy at the time it was created. it's generally quite rare to find a person in the world who is really, truly a villain, and for that to be all they are, so the characters in commedia aren't that way either.

as time progressed, the social commentary commedia was trying to do shifted as the times did, and by the 18th century (the time lestat was playing lelio) the lovers were painted in a light that was more antagonistic, instead of the more innocent characters that they had been upon conception: a representation of youth and beauty, as well as the acts of sheer dumbassery people commit out of love. by the 19th century, the century he was with louis and claudia in the novels, the servant characters were favoured over the lovers, and came to fill their role. columbina (who i feel like could very easily be linked with claudia, due to the fact that she is an intelligent woman of middle status, taken seriously by those below her but not entirely by those above her: i.e. louis and lestat) and the harlequin characters tended to be the romantic leads instead of characters like lelio/flavio and the female lover isabella/other names i can't remember off the top of my head.

i think there is also something to be said about the fact that this is the sort of theatre that lestat is associated with. it was considered to be a peasant's form of theatre (again, probably because it was mostly a parody of the upper-class lmao), it is highly improvisational, and none of the characters traditionally have rigid moral alignments: nobody is good or evil, they just are. lestat was raised as an impoverished aristocrat, and the youngest of his siblings, so his prospects were very, very low, his life seemed to be very touch-and-go, and his outlook on life had a tendency to windmill. it's very reflective of who he is as a person.

the fact that lestat plays one of the few characters in commedia who don't wear masks is fascinating too, because he is, to me, one of the vc characters who is most consistently wearing one: lestat is a performer who is always performing, and i don't really think he knows how to stop anymore, which has detrimental consequences to his relationships with other characters.

the lovers have the capacity to commit horrific acts towards other characters in order to get what they want, which is, of course, each other. lestat too is capable of this (it can be argued that anyone is), and he often commits atrocious acts of (verbal and emotional) abuse towards other characters if he thinks it would make them, or someone else love him. it sounds very backwards, but to lestat, love is measured by the terrible things you are willing to do for it. the lovers are also the driving force of a lot of the conflict, or they, at the very least, are the catalysts for it.

i feel like in the novels, lestat does stay pretty close to what lelio would have been in an early commedia dell'arte production. he's very focused on love, and is so consumed by it that it blinds him to the way that he comes off to other characters, and how other characters see and interpret him. his fear of abandonment seems to make him love more deeply and intensely, and, like louis says in the amc show, he tries to get his roots into people to make them stay with him. lelio would do this by taking on the role of the saviour, armed with sword in hand to fight off the wolves (har har) looking to prey upon his beloved, who often take the form of the older male characters or the low-ranking clown characters.

in terms of the show, i can see elements of commedia dell'arte in sam reid's portrayal of lestat, which makes sense, as he trained as an actor at london academy of music and dramatic art (lamda), and would be pretty well-versed in commedia. the lovers lead with their hearts, and, when i played the male lover flavio, i was instructed to walk like a ballet dancer, and to be very airy with my movements. they are not rooted to the ground, and are often caught up in the fantasy of their love with each other (and themselves), so their physicality is a reflection of that. sam reid's lestat alternates between leading with his hips/crotch which is more in line with a different character (i think il capitano, who is sometimes the main rival for lelio's love interest, but I'm not 100% on that one), and leading with his chest/heart, and definitely walks and moves in the very ballet-esque way that the lovers do. amc lestat is definitely more of a black and white villain character than novel lestat, which is more reflective of the role il capitano would have in a story, rather than lelio (in the 1900s the lovers were scarcely used, and other characters filled the role), where he gets in the way of the relationships of the other characters in the story, and is generally just kind of a nuisance tbh. i would say with. a shitload of confidence that neither lelio nor il capitano would do what lestat did in episode five. so if they wanted the commedia link there they definitely bungled it.

another sidenote but i also think it is interesting how lestat's form of theatre is improvisational, whereas armand’s (and nicki’s) style seems to be more rigid and heavily scripted (from what we see in tvl). nicolas wrote them scripts and they followed them. i don't think we ever really know if the theatre vampires become more improvisational as time goes on, or if they stay with a more scripted format but it is definitely interesting to think about how the art these characters seem to gravitate towards impact and reflect who they are as people.

i'm so sorry i went a little off topic there, but i hope that answers the question/gives you a little more insight on that!

#i know antagonist doesnt = villain all the time but sufsns #asks #lestat de lioncourt

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dilucids · 4 years ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLove Letters, Genshin Impact

their reactions to you receiving love letters.

includes: diluc, venti, ningguang and beidou

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ the first one wouldn't bother him at all, he'll simply look over your shoulder, ask you what it was and shrug it off, having trust in your relationship.

━━ if the writer persists, he'll get a little iffy with it and will read it over your shoulder as you do as well.

━━ he'll let the words of this secret admirer sink into his brain, disgusting words that were sickeningly sweet and he swears that it doesn't bother him.

━━ but it does, the way that someone else is also admiring all your traits, or has a note on all your little habits that may not be cute in the eyes of others but is absolutely endearing to him ( and this new person apparently ).

━━ and then he wonders if you're into this type of romantic thing, things that he can't indulge in for you, like sweet letters for you to wake up to every morning that write about you like a passage from 'romeo and juilet', talking about how your beauty makes him undone.

━━ he swears it still doesn't bother him at all when more and more letters come in and kaeya delivers them from the headquarters with that knowing look on his face.

━━ but he gets a little more attentive; he'll watch you do the most boringest of things, he'll use a softer tone when reading to you before bed, he'll give into your scoldings sooner than the usual, he'll make his kisses sweeter and last a little longer, he'll even let you play with his hair and tangle flowers in it; anything to make sure you know that he loves you and all your little quirks just as much as that secret admirer.

"You okay?" You crane your neck back to ask Diluc, who currently had a hold of your waist, pushing his face into the crook of neck. He hums, his paperwork left all over his desk with fresh ink washed over the page, in little underlines, arrows and smaller notes by the side. He had just finished another stack of the seemingly never-ending paperwork, finding little rest with you in his arms.

A knock destroys your delicate mood and you can tell Diluc isn't in the mood to answer to anyone's knock, Kaeya's in particular, judging by the knocking pattern. "You can come in, Kaeya," you call out.

He comes in with the regular pink envelope, "your secret admirer is so dedicated to you," he teases and his eye picks up on the way that Diluc slightly tightens his arms around your waist so he grins. "Don't tease, Kaeya," you warn albeit rather insincerely, as you pick up the envelope placed upon the desk.

"Are you leaving?" You raise an eyebrow, pausing the action of opening the envelope when Kaeya makes no move to leave. He shrugs, finding that the very small rise that he got out of Diluc should be enough until he sees him again and leaves the two of you in silence, closing the door behind him.

Opening the letter, you feel Diluc remove his face from your neck, placing his chin on your shoulder as you open another letter. "What day is it now?" He asks with distaste, seeing the same slanted, upright handwriting on the piece of paper.

"Now, now. It's rather amusing."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 VENTI ━━ WINDBORNE BARD 〕

━━ wouldn't bother him, at all.

━━ the first letter would come and he'll find the contents kinda amusing since this person is kinda trash at poems ( i guess when you're venti, any poem compared to yours would be ).

━━ would find it very funny ( would pocket the letter so he could show and do a dramatic reading of it to dvalin later ).

━━ unlike diluc however, he'd jokingly use it to get more affection from you.

━━ so everytime he saw you skimming through the letter uninterested, he'd pout a little, impatiently tap his foot and let out a quiet huff ( maybe even make the wind pick up a little ); anything to make you think that he was jealous so that you'd redirect his attention onto him.

━━ does things like point out grammatical mistakes or rephrases their sentences into a better flowing sentence whilst reading over your shoulder with a jealoused look on his face.

━━ it works, obviously. you end up ditching the letter, always leaving them half read to tend to venti. he denies when you make the claim but has it written all over his face as you remind him that you're all his.

━━ basically, venti malewife, mansplain, manipulate.

Venti peers over your shoulder, leaning on your arm with a small yet obvious pout on his face. You try to ignore his expression as you read the letter, though it becomes harder when he begins to read out passages of the letter, cheesy passages when you were compared to an angel from heaven that was sent down to enlighten the earth, in a high-pitched, mocking voice.

You'd laugh it off, finally peering at Venti's jealous ruse and ditch the letter. "Is my little Archon jealous?" You'd tease him, taking ahold of his cheek to redirect his gaze onto you, you think you're the one in control right now but oh, he's literally had this planned since you've seen your name on the envelope in swirly handwriting and a heart right next to it. Surprisingly, music isn't the only performing arts Venti is good at as he huffs, pushing out his lower lip and never looking you in the eyes.

"I'd never leave you for someone who doesn't know how to spell 'gorgeous', my dear," you wrap your arm around his waist as he was sat on the armrest of your chair and he does nothing but sink into your arms, sliding into your lap so you were carrying him like a baby, his legs thrown over the other armrest and head pressed against you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 NINGGUANG ━━ ECLIPSING STAR 〕

━━ would see it as a challenge. like venti, would be slightly amused when she sees it.

━━ like, someone really thinks they can challenge her for you? L, that person's gonna have a lot on their plate by the end of it.

━━ would take immediate action after the first letter, even if you asked her not to, she'd do it behind your back.

━━ she literally has a floating mansion, i don't think anyone is in the position to challenge or stop her.

━━ would organise a "meeting" with said admirer to establish a few rules and consequences that would be enforced if any of those rules were to be broken.

━━ letters stopped right after the first one.

"This letter is for you," she trails off, handing you a letter that was pink and decorated in little hearts in all different colours. You quirk an eyebrow, planting yourself on her desk as Ningguang watches curiously as you tear open the envelope and unfold the contents. Your eyes scan the letter, injesting the words with a straight face, eyebrows furrowing.

"Is there something wrong?" You hum, turning the letter around to be met with a blank side and check the envelope for the sender again. "Just," you pause, unsure how to start, "do you know who sent this?"

She stares at you with a raised eyebrow, "no, it was placed on my desk when I arrived," taking the letter out of your hand, she scanned the contents. Her lips quirk and eyebrows move in amusement as she brings up her hand to cover her laugh.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 BEIDOU ━━ UNCROWNED QUEEN OF THE OCEAN 〕

━━ would be happy for you.

━━ don't know how but she would somehow be happy for you.

━━ since beidou is used to getting praise from younger members of youth, when she finds you reading a letter of praise, she'll also feel happy for you since you're always reading over her shoulder when she gets one with a pout. ( she thinks you're jealous of her???? )

━━ would literally pat you on the back and say well done with a hearty laugh.

━━ she'd ask to read it and everything, and would find pride in herself that other people could see all the things that she saw in you, like how your imperfections meant nothing, how your habits were the cutest thing ever.

━━ not a single jealous bone in her body when she sees it which is kinda endearing in her own way??

"What 'ave you got there?" Beidou's natural booming voice causes you to jump slightly, making you turn around and hide the letter behind your back as you scratch your cheek, you probably shouldn't show her a love letter from someone else.

"Just a letter," you wave off with a laugh but she's already behind you, with the letter in her hand and eyeing it's contents. You watch nervously as she reads your letter, scared of her reaction but she smiles━━ a full toothy grin where her amazingly white teeth are all on display.

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