#from: j-hope's BE-hind

[kckt88]

Take My Breath Away VIII

Summary:

A glimpse of the past to understand the present.

Warning(s): Death, Grief, Mourning, Language.

Word Count: 2083

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Tag List - @a-beaverhausen, @ammo23, @immyowndefender, @watercolorskyy, @toodlesxcuddles

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Vaeryna had no idea what she would face as she descended through the clouds on the back of her Cannibal.

The Velaryon blockade in the Gullet had been attacked by Triarchy ships and caught in the middle had been the ‘Gay Abandon’ the ship that was carrying her brothers Aegon and Viserys to Pentos.

It had been Jace’s idea to send their brothers to foster with the Prince of Pentos during the war to ensure their safety, but not long after their ship had left Dragonstone, the Triarchy attacked.

Jacaerys and his dragon Vermax had gone to aid the Velaryon fleet and rescue Aegon and Viserys, but he had not returned.

Vaeryna hadn't even finished reading the letter from her mother before she had mounted Cannibal and took to the sky.

The sky was filled with thick black smoke as torn sails, and burning galleys littered the surface of the water. Countless ships had been destroyed.

She had arrived to late to help, and now her brothers were missing.

Vaeryna and Cannibal searched the water of the Gullet for what seemed like an age, passing over the countless charred shipwrecks again and again, calling out Jace’s name.

Just when she was about to give up hope, Cannibal let out a low whine as he turned towards a small island outcrop.

It was barely visible through all the smoke, but Vaeryna squinted her eyes and spotted the body of Vermax resting on a distant shoreline.

Cannibal landed with ground shaking thud, and Vaeryna vaulted from his back, tripping over her own feet as she landed heavily in the sand.

“Vermax” muttered Vaeryna as she ran her hand over the dragons maw.

Cannibal lumbered forward and nudged Vermax, but the dragon was unmoved, one of his eyes had been pierced by a cross bow bolt and a grapnel was tangled around one of his hind legs.

“JACAERYS” screamed Vaeryna as she looked out over the dark rippling water.

Cannibal let out a thunderous earth-shattering roar of anger as he loomed protectively over the body of Vermax.

“J-JACE” shouted Vaeryna, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Sister”

Vaeryna whirled around and spotted her younger brother sitting next to a rocky crag, clinging to the dead body of his dragon Stormcloud.

“Aegon” exclaimed Vaeryna as she slowly approached her shaking little brother.

“Stormy is dead” wailed Aegon.

“I’m so sorry” whispered Vaeryna as she pried Aegon away from his dragon and held him in her arms.

“J-Jace saved me” muttered Aegon pressing his face into Vaeryna’s shoulder.

“Where is Jace?” asked Vaeryna as she looked around wildly.

Aegon raised a shaky hand and pointed towards the other end of the island outcrop.

“Stay with Cannibal” urged Vaeryna.

Aegon wiped his nose on his sleeve and remained on the ground. His little hands once again reaching for Stormcloud.

Vaeryna ran as fast she could and let out a scream of horror as she found Jacaerys face down in the sand.

“No, no, no” begged Vaeryna as she knelt down beside Jace and rolled him over.

There were three broken arrows lodged in his chest, and by some miracle he was still breathing.

“V-Vaeryna” gurgled Jace a trail of blood running from his mouth.

“Come on, we need to get you back to Dragonstone, to Maester Gerardys”.

“Aeg-“ rasped Jace.

“He’s ok-where’s Viserys?” asked Vaeryna.

“I-I couldn’t save him-“ wheezed Jace.

The time to grieve Viserys would have to wait until later, because right now Vaeryna had to get Jace and Aegon back to Dragonstone.

Getting Aegon on the back of Cannibal had been easy enough, but Vaeryna couldn’t lift Jace, no matter how hard she tried.

The tears of rage and frustration rolled down her face, she would not leave her husband here to die alone.

Cannibal sensing his rider’s distress, took the initiative and scooped Jace as gently as he could into his clawed foot.

“Hold him tight” urged Vaeryna as she mounted Cannibal, wrapped her arms around Aegon and gave the command to fly.

In all the time they had been bonded Cannibal had never flown so fast, sensing his riders need for haste.

They had to get back, there couldn’t be any delay. Jace needed see Maester Gerardys immediately.

Soon they were landing on Dragonstone and were surrounded by a flurry of guards.

“Take Jace to Gerardys at once” ordered Vaeryna.

“Yes, of course Princess” replied one of the guards as he hoisted Jace into his arms.

“Vaeryna” exclaimed Rhaenyra.

“Mother” gasped Vaeryna as she rushed into her mothers arms and hugged her.

“Where is Viserys?” asked Rhaenyra looking for her youngest son.

“H-He’s gone mother, he couldn’t be saved” whispered Vaeryna as she clasped her arms around her mother even tighter to prevent her from collapsing to the floor.

“A-Another of my boys lost to the sea,” cried Rhaenyra.

“Let’s get you inside” said Vaeryna as she took her mother by the hand and led her inside Dragonstone.

Vaeryna gently laid down next to Jace and placed her head on his shoulder.

Maester Gerardys had done everything he could to save Jace, but one of the arrows had pierced an artery close to his heart and there was nothing anyone one could do, and it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to his wounds.

Rhaenyra had been inconsolable at the news and had to be escorted to her own chambers, so the duty of watching over Jacaerys in his final moments had fallen to Vaeryna.

“V-Vaeryna” gasped Jace.

“I’m here” replied Vaeryna as she stroked his cheek.

“I-I’m s-sorry”.

“For what?” asked Vaeryna.

“I-I broke my promise” exclaimed Jace.

“None of that matters now” whispered Vaeryna as she placed a kiss on Jace’s forehead.

“L-Love you” wheezed Jace.

“I love you too” replied Vaeryna her eyes filling with tears.

“N-No don’t cry. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” said Jace.

“How am I supposed to live without you?” asked Vaeryna sadly.

“Y-You will find a way” said Jace a tear running down his cheek.

“I wish we had more time”.

“J-Just h-hold m-me” stuttered Jace.

Vaeryna didn’t need telling twice and after some careful manoeuvring, she enveloped Jace in her arms and held him close.

In those moments, Vaeryna could almost imagine the life they would've had - Jace's warm smile as they had a wedding in front of their family, his delight when she told him she was with child, his joy when he held his first born in his arms, his love when he held their second, and his pride when their children had their dragons.

Vaeryna could almost picture a boy with her silver hair and a girl with Jace's dark curls.

But that image began to faded away.

Soon Jace’s breathing began to slow until his chest was barely moving, Vaeryna tried to be strong, but she couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

They had only just got married, albeit in secret but still, it was theirs and theirs alone. It had been filled with so much love that it had been difficult not to consummate but Jace wanted to wait, there was still a war to be won and he would not risk his mother’s alliance with Lord Corlys as technically he was still betrothed to Baela, and of course the sea snake might see it as an insult if he ever found out.

But such things were not important now, all that mattered was Jacaerys.

Jace squeezed her hand and gave her one last weak smile before his eyes became sightless orbs staring into nothingness.

He was gone and he had taken her heart with him.

Vaeryna didn’t exactly know how long she held Jace’s body against her own, but he’d since grown cold, the warmth leaving him forever.

As much as she didn’t want to let him go, Vaeryna knew she had too, she summoned Maester Gerardys and allowed to make the necessary arrangements with the silent sisters as she went to inform her mother of Jace’s death.

Her mother looked haunted, as she stared at the wall. The tears rolling down her cheeks.

“M-My son. My first boy” wailed Rhaenyra as she rocked back and forth in front of the fireplace.

Vaeryna didn’t answer, she just sat next to her mother in silence, allowing her own grief to swallow her whole.

On the day of Jace’s funeral the still quiet air around Dragonstone was filled with the sounds of high-pitched whistling roars as Caraxes made his approach.

Her father at least had the decency to return for this, although Vaeryna was still upset with him for what she saw him doing at Harrenhal with that dark-haired green-eyed whore.

Vaeryna always believed that the type of love her parents had was the stuff of those fairytale books that she used to read as a child. All consuming, ridiculous, and downright gross at times. But then she fell in love with Jace, and she finally understood that what her parents had wasn’t so bad.

But to see her father intimately embraced with a woman who wasn’t her mother, kind of shattered the illusion of true love a little bit, because if a love like what Daemon and Rhaenyra had could be broken, then what hope was there for the rest of them.

She knew her parents had been having issues since the Blood and Cheese incident, but it was still no excuse for her father to take another woman bed.

The brazen whore-Alys she was called, was a creature of opportunity and had tried to tempt Vaeryna with her sweetened voice, whispering of prophecy and visions in the flames. But it was to no avail as Vaeryna would not listen to the incessant ramblings of a wanton ally cat with looser morals than her old cunny.

No. Today was not the time to dwell on her father’s questionable exploits it was about paying respects to Jacaerys and saying goodbye.

There so few of them left now, and in her solitude, Rhaenyra had grown paranoid for the lives of her remaining children.

So, after the funeral had been conducted and Jace’s body had been burnt by the fires of her dragon Syrax, Rhaenyra had commanded Vaeryna to take her little brother Aegon to the Vale.

It was actually Daemon who gave pause, he mused that word would soon spread about the battle of the Gullet and the losses incurred. But what if it was assumed that Aegon had also perished alongside his brothers.

He was the last male child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, and he was a risk to the Greens, what better way to ensure his continued safety than to have people think that he was dead.

Vaeryna had so far stayed out of the war at her mothers command and if she was to return to the Vale with Aegon under cloak no one would be any wiser.

Of course, Lady Jeyne would need to be informed of the situation, but it was the only way to ensure Aegon’s safety whilst the war still raged.

Rhaenyra was hesitant to agree at first, but he was the last of her sons to live and she didn’t know how she would cope if she lost him, so with a heavy heart and promise from Vaeryna, the last of the rightful Queens children were on their way to the Vale under the cover of nightfall.

Originally the plan had been to keep Aegon hidden in the Vale until the war was over.

Kings Landing had fallen to her mother and the kinslayer had fallen victim to the praying mantis at Harrenhal, at her father’s request as it turned out.

Of course, the whore had been more than happy to keep the pretty green boy company, and for all the insults Vaeryna could have levied against her, deep down she was a tiny bit impressed, Aemonds own mother had been imprisoned and yet the boy too enamoured with his bed mate had so far seemed disinclined to take his leave and return to Kings Landing to rescue her.

Her mother now sat the Iron Throne as she was always meant too, victory was within their grasp.

But then word reached the Vale of Maelor and Daeron’s deaths, then her sweet aunt Helaena had flung herself from one of the windows in Maegor’s Holdfast.

Riots were erupting all over Kings Landing and in his anger Aemond had abandoned Harrenhal, taken to the skies on Vhagar and set fire the River Lands, destroying everything and everyone in his path.

Sabitha Fey took revenge for those who had been lost during the River Lands massacre and executed Alys when she seized control of Harrenhal, of course the old witch had tried to charm her way out of the shit she was in, but Sabitha would not be moved, and with one quick swipe of her blade, Alys had lost her head.

The worst news Vaeryna received was that her mother and father were dead.

Her father had gone to challenge Aemond, the two of them had fought in the skies above the Gods Eye on the back of their dragons, and her father had perished alongside his faithful dragon Caraxes.

Vaeryna couldn’t believe it, her father was gone. He seemed so indestructible, there was nothing he couldn’t do, at one point she was convinced her father would outlive them all.

Then there was her mother, her beautiful mother who had died alongside Syrax trying to save the dragons trapped in the pit.

Dreamfyre and Morghul had managed to flee albeit injured but her mother and Syrax had not been so lucky. But to hear of it was something else, the realms delight had stared death in the face and fought bravely until the very end, killed by the people of Kings Landing who had once raised their cups in celebration of her name.

Vaeryna was inconsolable after the deaths of her parents, she locked herself in her chambers and refused to see or speak to anyone.

They were gone, her brothers, her parents. There was no one left except for her and Aegon.

The Greens celebrated their victory in Kings Landing and Vaeryna mourned in the Vale.

Vaeryna couldn’t stop thinking about the last thing her mother had said too her as they stood on the shores of Dragonstone, she had known all along about her relationship with Jacaerys, and they would have been given her blessing had he lived. But she urged Vaeryna to consider a marriage to Cregan Stark, not for loyalty or political alliance but for safety.

Lord Stark was indeed a good honourable man and Vaeryna would not only keep her promise to her mother to keep Aegon safe no matter the cost, but she would marry Stark and go North, Cannibal wouldn’t like the snow, but he would get used to it in time.

But then a letter arrived from the King and her plans changed again, she was foolish to think the Greens would leave her alone.

Obviously, they still thought that she was the last living child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, and they couldn’t risk her marrying elsewhere.

The usurper King couldn’t sire anymore children and his only living child was a girl, so it was pretty obvious what they wanted her for.

Jeyne and Cregan had been instrumental in their aide when it came to covering up Aegon’s survival, but Vaeryna knew the Greens would come eventually and when they discovered her brother was alive, he would be killed. His very existence was a threat to the Greens hold on the Iron Throne.

Even in death her mother still had supporters and Vaeryna wouldn’t have her brother being used as some figurehead to start another war.

Cregan offered to take Aegon to Winterfell, he was of an age where he could be passed off as his son. Obviously, the hair would need to be covered but it was the only thing that made any sense, of course running away to Essos had it’s merits but how soon before they were discovered.

At least if Vaeryna sold herself to the Greens, she would be close enough to hear of any whispers surrounding her brother should they receive word of his survival. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Vaeryna had to harden her heart and strengthen her resolve as she was about to enter the den of green snakes.

She would do her duty and lay with the kinslayer, she would bear his children and one day her son would be King, the blood of her mother and father would sit the Iron Throne. Her son would carry their legacy within him.

Informing Aegon of what was going to happen had been difficult, the boy had screamed and cried for days.

He was so young, but he had to know, he had to understand that all of this was for him, to keep him safe.

Cregan had been worth his salt in that regard as well, and after spending the day with the wolf, Aegon begrudgingly accepted his fate.

Jeyne wasn’t too happy with what Vaeryna was willing to sacrifice but she had no choice but to accept it. Vaeryna’s mind was made up.

She would go to Kings Landing and do her duty. Of course, if they were under the expectation that she would be meek and submissive, they were sadly mistaken.

Those green cunts clearly had no idea what they were letting themselves in for. Vaeryna was the daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon, rider of the Cannibal and she was ready.

[thedeviljudges]

kang yohan’s reading list

if anyone’s in the mood to check out some of the books yohan was reading and/or had on his shelf, i gathered all of english language books and compiled them into a shorter list from my devil judge book list i’d made awhile back.

hopefully some of these might be interesting to check out, if you haven’t already.

Demons – Fyodor Dostoevsky

Beyond Good and Evil – Friedrich Nietzsche

Faust– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Great Expectations - Charles Dickens

Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte

The God of Small Things - Arundati Roy

The Scions of Shannara - Terry Brooks

Clinical Diagnosis of Mental Disorders - Benjamin B. Wolman

Strokes of Genius - L. Jon Wertheim

Mafia Wipeout - Donald W. Cox

Ethology: Its Nature and Relations with Other Sciences - Robert A. Hinde

The People’s Lawyer - Author Unknown (could possibly reference The People’s Lawyer: The Life and Times of Frank J. Kelley, the Nation’s Longest-Serving Attorney General - Frank J. Kelly)

Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil - Hannah Arednt

The Moon and Sixpence - Somerset Maugham

Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Naked Heart - Jacqueline Briskin

For All Mankind - Harry Hurt III

Wise Guy - Nicholas Pileggi

The Journals of John Cheever - John Cheever

Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte

Le Rouge et le Noir (직과 흒) - Stendhal

Reason for Hope: A Spiritual Journey - Jane Goodall

Stress Intensity Factors Handbook - Y. Murakami

[5and3nevermind]

hey do you have a list of official BTS videos with yoonmin content to watch?

Hi anon! Sorry, I don’t have a complete list. There have been hundreds of yoonmin moments spread out over the years, so it would be a real project to compile a list of them all. I can recommend some, if that helps…

Debut era: BB: Tom and Jerry Jimin&Suga, BB: Jimin’s Tumbling Skills, BB: Let’s Speak English!, BB: BTS Match Omok (Suga vs Jimin)

2014: Festa, especially Jimin and Yoongi making a cake together

2015: BB: BTS Jenga Championship Thanks to Twitter, BB: BTS Suga Birthday Present for Fans, MNetM2: Q&A BTS MCOUNTDOWN Backstage 150625, BB: Singer J-Hope and Suga (this was when Yoongi sang My Love By My Side to Jimin), BB: Shooting Guard Suga with Cheerleader Jimin

2016: Yoongi birthday vlive (“you know, I know”), BB: Blood, Sweat & Tears MV Reaction, anything from MAMA 2016, Bon Voyage season 1

2017: Hollywire: BTS Members Reveal Who Their Favorite Member Is (AMA red carpet), Festa 2017, Bon Voyage season 2

2018: Festa 2018, BB: BTS at Billboard Music Awards 2018, Bon Voyage season 3, Episode: BTS at MMA 2018 (Yoongi tells Jimin “I love you” before he leaves)

2019: Bon Voyage season 4, Run ep 82

2020: ITS season 1, Jimin and Yoongi’s radio live from May 2020, BE Comeback Countdown, BTS BE-Hind Story, BE Album Review (3x3 Unit Version), Yoongi’s audio-only live (post-surgery) when he talks about Jimin calling him, “Dancing” live with Yoongi, Jimin, and Jin, Billboard red carpet interview at the Grammy’s

2021: BTS Butter Jacket Shoot, Festa 2021, ot7 live from 210629, Episode: Permission to Dance MV Sketch (Jimin helps Yoongi), BB: Suga and Jimin Visit Hybe Insight

2022: Korea tourism ads + behind the scenes, BB: RM’s Cyanotype Experience with Suga and Jimin, Jimin/Yoongi/Namjoon live from February, BTS MBTI Lab

2023: Suchwita with Jimin, Suchwita with Taemin (and Jimin), Ddeun Ddeun: It’s Just an Excuse That They Are My Close Friends, BB: Suga and Jimin Video Call, Episode: D-Day Tour in the US, Episode: D-Day Tour in Seoul, Yoongi and Jimin’s post-concert live from Newark in April (“your bare face is pretty too”)

Ok, this is already a long list and this is barely scratching the surface. I didn’t include many Run episodes or their group vlives/lives or social media posts or concert moments or award show moments. And I didn’t link to anything…but these are (mostly) the real titles so you should be able to find them easily on YouTube.

Hope that helps! 💛

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 13: The Devil Never Sleeps

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, serious injury, feelings of being stalked

* Word count: 3,260ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella and Rip galloped up to the barn. They were running on a time clock and it was almost out. The fish and wildlife officer was almost done setting up Snoopy. ‘Fair choice,’ Stella assessed. She knew Snoopy well. He was as solid as a rock for the most part. Lee, Kayce, and she had made sure of it. She quickly got the idea the officer wasn’t fond of having to be here.

“You the ones taking me to see the bear?”

They both nodded, but Stella decided to let Rip do the talking. “Yes ma’am.”

The officer turned around to look at them. “Officer Skyles, not ma’am.”

“Alright.” Rip mumbled. Stella clenched her jaw and had to use every ounce of strength she possessed to hold back the eye roll at the lady officer’s attitude.

“How fars the ride?”

“Mm, it’s a few hours.” Rip answered shortly.

“You Mr. Wheeler and Miss Daniels? The ones who shot the bear?”

“Yes ma’am— Officer Skyles. I’m the one that shot it, yeah.” Rip admitted.

“Is this the rifle?”

“Yes.”

Officer Skyles took the rifle from its saddle holster and locked it up in her truck. Rip huffed and rolled his eyes. Stella frowned from her saddle. The officer walked back to the gelding she was borrowing and climbed up into her seat. Stella observed that she sat well, but you could tell the woman was uncomfortable.

‘For fish and wildlife you’d think she would be more comfortable on a horse.’ Stella thought. “So are we headed out?” She asked.

The officer’s eyes lit up. “Oh so she speaks?”

“Sometimes.” Stella replied curtly. Rip eyed her, giving her a silent warning. The last thing they needed was Stella popping off. She glanced at him and hoped he picked up on that there wasn’t anything to worry about. She was practicing her best impression of him. Stoic, monosyllabic, not giving much to go on.

“Yeah let’s get this show on the road.” The officer cut through Stella’s internal monologue.

Having a quiet ride with other people seemed to be the running theme of a joke that Stella felt like she was the butt end of. She ignored the voice in her head trying to weave its negativity through her thoughts. Her head teetered back and forth in a pattern, keeping an eye out of anything troublesome. Rip did the same, but slower.

Officer Skyles attempted to make small talk. “Heard a lot of rumors about you Mr. Wheeler. All of them bad. Even a few about you Miss Daniels.”

Rip hummed in response. “Well most are probably true.”

“I’m not sure what you heard about me, but depending on who it’s in connection with, it’s likely true.” Stella acknowledged.

Officer Skyles looked at Rip. “I sure hope not. For your sake.” She glanced back at Stella. “Also for yours.” Stella made a face behind the woman’s back. “Hey, both of you ride in front of me please.”

Stella started to come around the left side of the officer. She didn’t feel like arguing. She’d had enough of that the last few days. Rip didn’t move from where he was positioned. He pointed at the Snoopy’s hind end. Stella followed his hand and saw there was a horse fly.

Rip mentioned it to Officer Skyles. “He’s got a horse fly on his rump there.”

“I don’t see a horse fly.” The officer scoffed.

“Well I can see it from here. It’s massive.” Stella offered.

“You want me to swat it before your horse—” Rip tried.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch my horse, do you understand me?” Skyles interrupted.

“Just let him get it, my god.” Stella said exasperated.

“Listen if that fly bites his ass—” Rip couldn’t finish his sentence. The officer’s horse neighed loudly at the intrusion of the fly bite and started crow hopping. It turned into a rear and he took off. “Nobody ever fuckin’ listens to me,” Rip said in disbelief and kicked his horse into gear.

Stella rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe this is fuckin’ happening.” She followed at a trot to the top of the hill in between the trees. They watched as Skyles bounced and lost her balance on the saddle. She grabbed the horn of her saddle and tried to hold on for dear life. The pair saw the officer’s reins slip.

Rip yelled to her. “You lost your reins!”

“Jump!” Stella tried to offer some help.

Skyles disappeared around a group of trees and not long after they heard her scream. Without a second guess, they flew off to find her. When they came around the trees, Stella’s eyes widened and felt the color drown from her face. The woman was laying on the ground with a fence post coming through her midsection, Snoopy stuck in barbed wire on the ground.

Getting closer, Stella slid off Abigail and Rip off of Dude. Rip went up to the officer and Stella went to Snoopy who was tangled. She could hear the conversation in the background.

“Oh my god I’m gonna die.”

“No you ain’t gonna die. Cause if you die, they’re gonna think we did this too.” He went to his saddle to get the walkie to call for Viggo. “Viggo, I need the chopper at pasture 23 right fuckin’ now.” He held his hand out to Skyles. “Give me your gun.”

Hearing those words, Stella knew Rip was going to try and put down the gelding. “No Rip, wait! I’ll get him out!” Her breathing picked up as she worked faster, cutting a few of her fingers and her hands in the process. “Fuck!”

“Both of you listen to me, when that horse catches his breath, it’s gonna go berserk against those wires and it’s gonna drag her ass to death. Now gimme the gun.”

“You do not get my gun.” Skyles put the line in the sand. Stella was starting to come around to her.

Rip growled and went to get his wire cutters. “All this time I wasted cuttin’ this horse loose, I could be saving you.”

Stella snatched the cutters from him. “I’ll do it damn it.” She set to work. She kneeled down slowly by the Snoopy’s head and cut a few wires and Rip tried to get him up gently. Once the horse was up, Stella dropped back on her heels to sit on them and catch her breath and fix her glasses. Rip tried to wave all three of the horses away knowing they would find their way back to the ranch. Abigail whinnied and reared back at Rip not wanting to follow his direction. She trotted just outside of his reach so he couldn’t grab her.

Stella growled. Abigail was already agitated and seeing Rip try to wave her away made her want to hit him with a log. A wave of satisfaction washed over her that Abigail didn’t leave. “Take the fuckin’ cutters.” Stella shoved them at the foreman not entirely sure what he was about to do. “I’ll take Abigail and go back to the house when the helicopter gets here. I’ll tell John where you’re going and what happened. That way no one, including my brother, thinks we’re dead.”

He nodded and bent down behind the officer and cut the few pieces of barbed wire that were tangled around her. She moaned at the movement caused by cutting it.

In a gentle voice he said to the officer, “you’re all right. Okay.” He fixed his hat and came around the front of Skyles. “Okay now, if I pull this post from out of you it’s gonna kill you. So I’m gonna lift you from the ground, alright. Put your arms around me. Stella, come get her other side.”

Stella numbly stood and made sure Abigail would stay. She went to the opposite side of Skyles and braced herself for what was coming.

“We should, we should call somebody.”

“There is nobody to call. Alright? Now listen. You’ve got no reason to trust me. To trust us. But you have to.” Skyles nodded, but to Stella it looked like she was shivering. “Now please, put your arms around me and her.”

The next few minutes of trying to pull the post and the officer out of the ground were agonizing. Stella swore she would hear Skyles’ screams of pain for the next month.

They got her up and supported between the both of them. Stella saw something long enough for the injured officer to sit on. There was enough room next to her and she offered that spot to Rip. Abigail trailed along behind her girl.

Rip wrapped his arm around her back and tried to direct Stella to sit. She unwound his arm, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m fine. You sit. Keep an eye on her.” Rip squeezed her arm back and let go, taking a seat next to Skyles.

It was quiet for a few moments with the exception of the officer’s labored breathing. Considering she had a fence post sticking out of her abdomen, Stella thought she was doing pretty well.

Stella sat on the damp ground and stared blankly into the surrounding woods. She was trying to figure out where in life she’d gone wrong to end up in these weird and awful situations. She leaned an elbow on her knee and rested her chin in her hand. ‘Well the company you keep doesn’t help.’ Her eyes rolled at her thought. Yes, the Duttons appeared to be more trouble than she had thought at 14 years old, but that didn’t change anything now. Officer Skyles speaking to Rip broke her out of her head.

“I’m sorry I lost the horses.” Skyles apologized.

“Don’t worry. Horses always come home.” Rip offered some consolation.

Stella also lended support. “I’m sure they’re there now. Dude probably led the charge home.”

“I’m sure there’s a lesson in here somewhere.”

“Well, you figure it out? You let me know.” Rip said. Skyles moaned in pain. Rip looked concerned. “Don’t be dying on me now.”

“I’m not getting killed by a fuckin’ fence post. My ego won’t allow it.”

Rip and Stella laughed. In the distance Stella could hear the chopper getting closer. She clicked for Abigail and held a hand out for her. The large mare chuffed back at her and walked a few steps over to her girl. Stella grabbed her reins and stood. She petted the mare’s thick neck. Abigail’s eyes were still tinged with a wildness, but Stella wasn’t worried.

“Stella!” Rip yelled over the sound of the large machine getting closer. He jogged over to her. “You get back to the ranch safe without any trouble, you hear me? Tell John I’ll call him when I get to the hospital with her.”

“Okay!” The chopper was close to landing so she had to shout over the noise. She hitched Abigail to a nearby tree, making sure her mode of transportation wouldn’t leave her high and dry with all the noise. “I’ll help you get her to the helicopter!” The pair made their way to the injured officer. Stella on one side and Rip on the other.

“Listen, when the pain gets really bad,” Rip directed Skyles and squeezed her hand, “I want you to try and break it.”

“Okay.” She replied weakly.

“Alright. Come on Stella, let’s get her outta here.” They placed the officer’s arms around their shoulders and helped hoist her up.

After getting her seated as comfortably as they could, Stella grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Alright Officer Skyles. You make it through this, ya hear me? Ain’t no fence posts gonna be taking you out today.”

“Not a chance in hell.” She grinned.

“I’ll check in with y’all later on.” Stella hopped out of the chopper.

Rip went to climb in and swap places with her but stopped short and grabbed Stella by the arm. He brought her into a quick hug, handing her the walkie. “Viggo is channel 6. The bunkhouse is channel 3. Whoever has the bunkhouse walkie will answer. Don’t be afraid to use it.” That was his subtle way of saying they didn’t need to make an extra trip to the hospital today.

“Y’all be safe. Let me know when you get there.” Stella requested as she clipped the walkie on her belt. He nodded and crawled into the helicopter motioning to Viggo to take off.

Stella ducked and hurried over to Abigail. The large craft took off and went in the direction of the hospital. As it made its journey out of the clearing, the decibel level went back to normal and Stella could think straight again. ‘Ride home, tell John, get the horses up.’ She repeated this mantra over and over, trying to focus on the task at hand and not the fact that she was a good hour and a half away from the ranch. Trying to forget that she didn’t have a rifle or a pistol and only had a little hunting knife on her. That it was just her and the wilderness. She’d gone out before by herself plenty of times, but not this far away from the ranch without someone else. They always used the buddy system when it was this far out from home.

She gave Abigail a few pets, and got into one of her saddle bags. Her hands were cut up from that barbed wire. She always kept a small first aid kit, but she didn’t think she had bandaids. At the very least she probably had medical tape, which would do in a pinch to keep her from bleeding all over the place.

Finding the small roll of tape, and the small bottle of alcohol she kept, she set out to clean her hands. With the sting of the alcohol she clenched her teeth and hissed, “fuck,” as the fiery liquid dripped off of her hands. She gave both hands a good shake letting the alcohol evaporate. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed the tape. She wrapped small pieces around a few of her fingers on her right hand, and around her palm on her left. The cut on her left hand was in the center of her hand, so wrapping a few strands of tape around her whole hand would have to suffice.

She put the tape and alcohol back and untied Abigail, giving her a few more pats on her shoulder. “Alright girl. It’s just you, me, and the way home. We got this.” Stepping up into her saddle she turned the large mare around toward the top of the hill where they came from before this mess had started. She squeezed her heels gently and Abigail began to trot off.

45 minutes into the trip Abigail came to a stop. Stella frowned. They were still halfway out from the ranch. Too far for Stella to be comfortable with something happening. She moved her hips forward, directing her to keep on. Abigail snorted loudly and pawed at the ground a few times and refused to budge. The air got still. The only noise to be heard was Abigail breathing and her saddle creaking with the small movements. Stella didn’t want to move. Even her breathing seemed too loud in the dead silence that took over the woods. Her lips parted and her breaths came out in shallow puffs as she listened to the forest.

Her eyes widened and she dared to look around. Everything appeared normal. Trees upon trees on the one side closest to the fence, and high grass on the other side. There were no obvious signs of an animal nearby that she could see at first glance. The large mare swatted her tail aggressively like flies were on her back, hitting Stella every so often, and stomped a few times. She stretched her neck high, almost to the point of straining. Stella rubbed the mare’s neck. “C’mon babe, we’re almost home. We keep moving, we get away from whatever you’re not a fan of.” Stella tried to bargain with the roan.

Abigail breathed deeply, letting out a loud snort. Stella pushed the mare into continuing forward, ignoring her “mare ears”. “The quicker we get home, the sooner this is over with.” She encouraged her. Snapping twigs sounded from the woods. “Let’s pick up the pace baby.” She didn’t want to stick around to find out if it was just the wind or something stalking them.

The hair on the back of her neck was already standing on end. She had pushed her luck far enough. It was starting to get dark. She didn’t want to get caught in the pitch black especially if something was watching her. She had a lantern attached to her saddle, but that only did so much. Her little knife didn’t offer her much solace either. Abigail legged on.

20 minutes later Abigail abruptly stopped again. Stella groaned at her. The groan went ignored as Abigail listened intently to a sound off in the trees. Stella listened closely and thought she heard chirping off in the brush. She watched the roan closely. “You heard that too?” She asked her. Stella examined the brush to her left and there were several spots that could be used as a den. “Sounds like mountain lion cubs.” Abigail shuffled, letting out a snort. “Well I ain’t getting off to go find out.” She clucked at Abigail a few times. “Let’s go before whoever those babies belong to, comes home and is pissed.”

Abigail didn’t need to be told twice and picked up into a long trot. Every so often she would jump at a sound on their left. “Goodness girl, just keep going. It’s gonna be fine.” Stella rolled her eyes at herself. ‘Yeah, fine until you get eaten.’ Stella couldn’t be certain the mother cougar was following them, but with the way Abigail was spooking… Stella would be hard pressed to not believe they were being stalked by something. She touched the walkie on her belt and could hear Rip’s words to use it. “Fuck it.”

Stella changed the walkie to channel 3. She always felt dumb using the walkie. It was the same feeling that leaving a voicemail gave her. It was always so awkward. She squeezed the button. “Uh, bunkhouse?” It crackled as she let the button go.

The object that was her lifeline sprung to life in her hand. •Stella oh my god, are you okay?• It was her brother.

“Yeah I’m good. But I think there’s a slight chance that I won’t be for long. By any chance, you still got BJ tacked up?”

•What do you mean?•

“The officer took Rip’s rifle before we came out here, and I only have my knife. I’m pretty sure I stumbled across a cougar’s babies and she’s stalking us.”

•Oh fuck how far out are you? We’re coming right now!•

Stella looked around and identified what pasture she was in. Since she didn’t help the wranglers every day, she didn’t know the fields as well as they did. Yes, she ran around these parts with Kayce all the time when they were kids, but she never paid attention to the exact layout. Kayce was the one who led them. She was just along for the ride. “Uh I think I’m somewhere past the house side of pasture 11.”

•That’s roughly 25 minutes out. I’ll meet you in the middle, just don’t stop moving.•

“Got it.” Stella clipped the walkie on her belt the best she could with Abigail’s movement. She thought it would be best to keep her at a steady gait versus taking off. If they were being stalked she didn’t want to kick in the prey drive of whatever it was. “Come on girl, Ryan’ll be here fast. Everything is fine.”

[ishipgenfics]

You and Your Human: Part 5

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Part 3

Part 4

You walk out of the shop with a bag full of books and perky ears. You haven't been this excited in a long time. You briefly consider telling your human what you bought, but quickly discard the idea. You have the opportunity to really surprise your human here-- you aren't going to waste it.

You hop up into the air, chirping in excitement, imagining the look on your human's face when it realizes you can finally speak its language.

Your human rumbles questioningly. Its rumble is a bit... flaky, the unpracticed sounds on a child, but it is understandable.

Well, if your human wants to practice Pyricese, who are you to argue? "Nothing," you say in your own tongue. "Just happy."

Your human nods, and smiles. You smile back. The gesture had felt odd at first, but you are beginning to grow more and more used to it.

Together, you head to the docks, where your soon-to-be employees are waiting. The pilot and the engineer appear to be mingling, while the scientist stands a little ways away.

You clap your paws to get attention. "Alright!" you say in Pyricese. "I have some papers here. Please sign them with your full name. Also, since most of us speak Pyricese it would be very helpful if you could tell me your pronouns." You repeat the statement in both Sirvilein and Universal Standard while passing out the forms.

"They/them, as you you know," says your pilot. They sign their name with fancy loops and flourishes.

"She/her," the Sirviles says. Her signature is written with a bright blue pen, like poison.

Your scientist hesitates. "Er... I don't know the words."

You jump up to gently tap them on the shoulder. To your relief, it works this time, and you fall back to the ground elegantly. "Just use it/its pronouns if you aren't sure."

The sentient shifts slowly, from bright lamp-light to low burning candle. "It/its," it says, pronouncing the words slowly and deliberately.

You collect up all the papers. "Excellent. Your employment is now legal." Or at least, you think to yourself, as legal as anything can be in a galaxy where laws change from one section of space to another.

Your human makes a soft sound, vaguely melodic in nature, and you remember the other thing you need to do. "Before we enter the ship..." you say. "There is something I need to tell you about my... business partner here."

Six pairs of eyes and one glowing shape turn to you. You shiver, fur puffed up. You'll be using it/its pronouns, since you are talking to a crowd. Your human will be able to understand you.

"My partner here," you say, taking a deep breath. "Is human."

There is an immediate reaction from the pilot and engineer, but none from the scientist, not even after you repeat it in Universal Standard. Odd.

Your human is tense. You step in front of it, rumbling reassuringly, hind legs prepared to jump onto its shoulder in case you need to get out fast.

"Well?" you say. "What do you think?" Being human isn't technically illegal in this part of the galaxy, so if they have a problem with it all they can do is leave. You hope.

The scientist shrugs. "I don't know what a 'human' is."

Oh. Well. That's helpful. "Just a species," you reply.

The scientist seems confused. "Okay? Of course I want to stay!"

You nod, realize that it won't understand that, and say, "Got it," before going back to the rest.

The Sirviles steps forward, facing your human. You try to move to block her, but your human pushes you gently to the side. It looks the Sirviles in the eyes.

"Do you want to hurt me?" the Sirviles finally says, in stuttered, heavily accented Pyricese.

Your human shakes its head back and forth, making its hair fly in the wind. "No."

"Promise?" the engineer says. You knows promises and deals are a big thing for Sirviles. Hopefully they carry the same weight for humans.

Your human does not break its stare. "I promise."

The Sirviles studies its face for a moment, then limps away. "Alright," she says to you, now speaking in Sirvilein. "I will join. Asssss long ass that human keepsss the deal."

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Just one more to go. You turn to your hopefully-pilot. They are glancing back and forth between you and your human, wings twitching nervously.

"Are you sure its safe?" they say.

You think about it. Your human, who bares its teeth at everyone it meets, who survived a ship crash and days without food, who has accidently gave you bruises while playing.

Your human, who cries when it sees you hurt, who is as gentle with you as it can manage, who laughs at your jokes, who tries to be helpful even though it must be baffled by everything, who gets a determined look in its eyes when it is learning. Your human, who loves you.

"Yes," you say. "It is."

"Alright," your pilot says hesitantly. "I trust you."

It worked it. It actually worked. You can hardly believe it.

Reaching upwards, you grab onto your humans hand and head into the ship.

You had not really considered the personalities of your crew when hiring them, but as you start to work with them you begin to learn more and more about them, simply due to close proximity.

Your pilot is nervous. They need positive reinforcement when working, and do not handle uncertainty well. They are competent, and eager to please, and when push comes to shove they are able to improvise, which is good, since improvisation is a rather important trait for a pilot.

Your engineer you have spent the least time with. She is fairly self sufficient, needing only a few hours of explanation before being up and running. However, even though she doesn't need supervision in her work(and you hardly know a thing about engineering anyway), you still talk to her.

She collects coins, all kinds. You try to give them to her, if you are ever given a particularly rare coin as payment for a job. She never asks, but she hisses under her breath whenever she sees one she wants.

Hand in hand with the coins is her extensive knowledge of finances, which is extremely useful. She always knows if something is accepted by the wider galactic community, if it can be easily exchanged, or if the locals are trying to trick you by giving you something that they don't even consider valuable.

You spend the most time with the scientist. You have to, so you can explain things. And Saints there is a lot to explain. It doesn't know very much about the galaxy. In fact, it is so in awe of everything that you were worried at first you'd accidently hired a child. You don't think so though. After all, you were an adult when you first went to space and you were still in awe of everything. And your scientist is from an extremely closed off planet! It thought Universal Standard was the actual standard, for Saints sake. No wonder it's so shocked by everything.

It hasn't spent much time hanging out with the other crew members, as none of them speak either Universal Standard or the staticky buzzing language your scientist occasionally lapses into. If it wants to talk to them, it has to get you to translate.

You are working on teaching it Pyricese. It isn't very good yet, but it hasn't been too long, and not everyone has the same knack for languages as you.

Your human has been a little sad. At first you had worried that maybe it wasn't getting along with the rest of the crew. They might have accepted the fact that your human is... well, a human, but that doesn't guarantee that they'll like it for itself.

But you've seen it chatting with your engineer and your pilot, and they seem to get along well enough. Sometimes it even swaps new words it's learned with your scientist. So that can't be it.

One day, you can't stand it anymore. You make sure that everyone is working productively on something, and is unlikely to bother you, and then you, and then you corner your human.

"What is going on?" you say, straight to the point. You use full sentences instead of snippets, your human is progressing well enough that it should be able to understand you. It actually knows quite a lot of words by now; grammar structure is what it has the most trouble with. Still, it'll never learn if it doesn't practice.

"None!" your human protests. "I am fine!"

You raise an eyebrow, a human gesture you saw in the books you've been studying. You were worried about whether it would be properly visible under all the fur, but your human seems to get the gist of it. It slumps.

"You-speak no English, now"

You try to process the sentence. "Does that... upset you?"

Your human tenses up further. "Sorry! I know it is sense, all-speak Pyricese, I and you-speak English. I just miss it."

"Makes sense," you correct, before the reality of what your human says sinks it. You tilt your neck up to look into its eyes. "That isn't stupid at all. You have a right to want to hear your own language, and anyway you are very far from home. If you want me to speak... English, I will. I promise. I want you to be happy." That was right, English. That was what the book had said. You remembered the bookstore owner apologizing, saying that most of his information only came from one part of the planet. Luckily, it seemed that your human came from that part.

Your human almost certainly does not understand all the words. But it gets enough.

After that, you spent all your time working on learning more English. Or, not all your time, you still have work to do, but every free moment you can spare you are pouring over the books, trying to learn enough English to be able to make your human happy.

You cannot make yourself fully fluent, not yet, but one day you finish your imaginary conversation with yourself in English and decide that you have enough.

"Hello?" you call, and your human turns its head. You are in the cafeteria, after everyone else has already eaten. You wanted to have privacy for this.

"Hello?" your human parrots back, in English, and you are suddenly reminded of that very first week, of the first day you had worked up the courage to speak to your human.

How things have changed.

"I am learning," you say. "English, for you. I am not perfect yet, but I am pretty good. Having some trouble with tenses but--"

You don't get to finish your sentence, as before you can your human kneels down, tears in its eyes, and wraps itself around you fiercely. It is hard to breathe, but you don't try to get your human to unravel itself from you. You wouldn't dare.

"Thank you," it is mumbling over and over. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

You let yourself lean into the hug, now almost certain the tears are a sign of happiness and not grief. Your tail is wrapped around your humans ankle, your humans head leaning lightly on your shoulder.

You would have been happy to stay there forever and ever, just you and your human, a bundle of love and gratitude. But just then, your pilot entered the room.

You clear your throat, but quickly realize there is no way to look professional with a crying human clinging to you. "Is this important?"

Your pilot clicks their tongue. Their feathers are ruffled. "I'm afraid so, Captain. We're being hailed."

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

I love how Zionists call all Nazis for being anti-genocidal, it's obvious they don't know shit about Nazis

"Nazism[2] (abbreviation from German: Nationalsozialismus[3], also national socialism, Nazism[a][2], nacissism[4]) - the ideology of the National Socialist German Workers' Party (German: NSDAP)[5][6] founded after World War I. It is a German and extreme version of fascism[7][8][9][10][11], classified as far right[12][13][14][15][16], which are characterized by:

anti-democratism in its totalitarian and dictatorial version; the demand for absolute obedience to the orders of the leader (German: Führer), who was identified with the state, called the principle of leadership[1]; German nationalism in its extremely chauvinistic version[17], known as Völkisch: calling the Germans a "master race"; hateful anti-Semitism[18], anti-Gypsyism, anti-Slavism and racism[19] in a pseudobiological version[20][21]; Social Darwinism[20]; eugenics; German imperialism: resurrection of the idea of ​​Greater Germany - the demand for the unification of Germany with Austria, German Anschluss[22][2][23]; expansionism - the postulate of colonizing new areas to provide Germans with living space, German Lebensraum[24]; anti-communism; homophobia[b][c][25]; ambivalent attitude towards religion: combating Judaism and Jehovah's witnesses; tolerance for the main branches of Christianity such as Catholicism and Protestantism, cooperation with them, but combined with their control, regulation [26] [27] and competition by promoting their own, new forms of religiosity[2] such as positive Christianity and the German Faith Movement. Nazism arose, among others, on the basis of Prussian militarism[28]; in 1920, the party organized a militia called Sturmabteilung (SA)[29]. In 1921, Adolf Hitler became the head of the NSDAP party, and he presented Nazi ideology in the book My Struggle (German: Mein Kampf) published for the first time in 1925–1927[30]. Under his leadership, the NSDAP"

Now that I have your attention:

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(I had to separate them because, unfortunately, the collections got lost in the thicket of text)

"apparatus of terror such as concentration camps and the secret police Geheime Staatspolizei (Gestapo); development of German eugenics, including introduction of the Nuremberg Laws; intensification of persecution for same-sex relations[25]; alliance with fascist Italy (Steel Pact) and Japan (Anti-Comintern Pact); the later Pact of Three between these countries formalized the Axis bloc; support of Francoists in the Spanish Civil War (1936–1939)[38]; annexation of Austria in 1938; the enlarged state was called the Greater German Reich, German: Großdeutsches Reich[39]; mass murders exterminating "life unworthy of life": T4 action on sick and disabled people; genocides – holocaust and post-Rajmos. One of the tools of mass murder were the extermination camps established in the occupied areas to "finally solve the Jewish question"; outbreak of World War II in 1939 - attack on Poland and then other countries. After less than six years, in 1945, this war led to the fall of the Third Reich and the denazification of Europe. In 1945, in Germany and Austria it was forbidden to spread Nazi propaganda, e.g. the use of Nazi symbols such as the swastika, SS runes, the Totenkopf skull or the Nazi salute for purposes other than artistic and scientific purposes[40]. Similar bans were also introduced in other countries, including Poland[41]. Despite this, neo-Nazi movements continue to operate in the 21st century, usually using changed symbols, but not always (ANP and NSM). Some of the Nazi assumptions, postulates and symbols were taken over by other nationalist movements such as the National Democratic Party of Germany (German: NPD), Golden Dawn (Gr. XA) in Greece[42] and the National Bolshevik Party (Russian: NBP) in Russia.

Nazi ideologists, apart from Adolf Hitler, included: Alfred Rosenberg (The Myth of the Twentieth Century, German: Der Mythos des 20. Jahrhunderts) and Joseph Goebbels. Nazism was not a uniform movement - its characteristic elements appeared gradually, e.g. symbolism, some of the rhetoric and homophobia came under Hitler's leadership. In addition, Nazi activists had different views, e.g. on the economy and religion, as described below"

"National socialism is an extreme ideology created as a result of the development of mass society, based on chauvinistic and racist elements.

The rapid transformation of the world, industrialization, urbanization and the collapse of existing ties in the second half of the 19th century. 19th century prompted the search for new ideas, giving the lost masses of people a sense of meaning in existence. Liberal ideology preaching individualism could not apply to such concepts, because it was based on the negation of all previous certainties and the formation of opposition to traditional concepts and values, including religious ones. German society, torn out of old structures as a result of industrialization, looked for new normative systems in nationalism, especially popular after the unification of Germany (1870). This nationalism combined with the still strong rural mentality of most Germans, creating the ideology of the so-called volkism"

"Hitler's ideology proclaimed the superiority of the German nation, belonging to the "Aryan race" (derived from the Aryans - an ancient Indo-European people) in relation to other races and nations, in particular over Jews and Gypsies. This idea was combined with the vulgarized Nietzschean concept of the "superman" (Übermensch), morally superior, intellectually and spiritually in relation to "subhumans", and the right of the German nation to rule over other nations was derived from it.

The Nazis believed that the mixing of races (Rassenschande) caused their degeneration, so they introduced legislation prohibiting marriage and sexual relations between Germans and people of other races (Nuremberg Laws). The program of euthanasia and sterilization of biologically "defective" people was also intended to "improve" the race. Further projects in the spirit of eugenics were also implemented, including theft of children, support for reproduction according to racial criteria (Lebensborn centers), and the introduction of polygamy was considered. Racial views largely determined the occupation policy and led to the Holocaust.

The Nazis combined racism with German nationalism. Nations were considered to be organisms that fight for survival and expansion and have the right to use all available means in this fight. The plan was to obtain living space in the East (Lebensraum im Osten) for the German nation by conquering other nations. This policy was determined not only by national motives, but also by racial ones: a dismissive attitude towards the Slavs, who were allegedly deprived of the ability to rule. Geopolitical theories were also used to justify the need for territorial expansion.

The National Socialists also subordinated cultural policy to racial and biological criteria. Artists of Jewish origin were fought against, as well as - as a product of foreign races and a manifestation of degeneration - contemporary art and jazz. According to the National Socialist ideal, art should proclaim the greatness of the nation, the heroism of "supermen", the bond with nature, and traditional family values. The ideals of man's bond with nature and his native land were summarized in the slogan Blood and Earth (Blut und Boden).

Racism was associated with social Darwinism - the Nazis believed that a specific group of people, in this case, the Aryans, are better adapted to the prevailing conditions than other races. Due to their origin, Germans were entitled to special aristocratic rights[141]"

"A General Government was established in some Polish territories. Terror was used on a massive scale against the Polish population of the province. According to the Nazis, the role of Poles was slave labor. The Nazis' first goal was to destroy the national intelligentsia. Poland was to be only a source of raw materials and labor. Plans to murder entire social groups were created already during the September campaign. The Nazis called these plans "political clearing of the area." Those who were subject to immediate extermination were, among others, teachers, clergy, political, social and cultural activists and state administration employees. Poles were deported en masse from Gdańsk and West Prussia. A policy of displacement of entire youth communities was used, with the aim of denationalizing Poles[142].

The population of Silesia and Pomerania, as well as the Kashubians and highlanders, were Germanized. Poles were deported to Germany as forced laborers. Polish forced laborers wore special identification badges and were subordinated to the police[143].

Hitler planned to divide the conquered territories of the USSR into several areas, which was to prevent the reconstruction of the Russian state. It was planned to create five governorates. The first to enter were Belarus, Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia - these areas were to be Germanized, the Dutch and Danes were to be resettled there, and in the Baltic countries also Norwegians. According to the Nazis, in the future the Baltic countries were to be incorporated into the German Reich as completely Germanized areas. Ukraine was to become the second governorate, the third is the Caucasus, the fourth is Russia, and the fifth is the territory of Turkestan. The conquest of Eastern Europe was supposed to result in the acquisition of areas for the exploitation of labor force. The Nazis assumed that the Russian population would be resettled to Siberia and that the area of ​​Eastern Europe would be colonized by German settlers (lower races were to be eliminated). After a hypothetical victory over the USSR and the enslavement of the nations inhabiting the country, the highest social class in these areas was to be members of the NSDAP, the next caste was to be workers, and finally a layer of conquered foreign tribesmen, also known as the modern slave class[144]. The conquered nations of the USSR were to be deprived of the opportunity to learn the history of their countries, deprived of the ability to read and write, and in the villages information was to be transmitted only through propaganda loudspeakers[144].

Despite the support of the radical, fascist Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists, The Nazis believed that Ukraine should become a colonization area dominated by Germany. The support of the OUN radicals was caused by the positive attitude of Ukrainian nationalists towards the Third Reich and Hitler's views. The OUN believed that the Nazis would support the Ukrainians in their fight against the Poles and the Soviets. Ukrainian nationalists supported the Third Reich in intelligence activities against the Second Polish Republic and the USSR. After Germany's aggression against the USSR, the OUN directly supported the Germans' fight against the Red Army. In exchange for supporting the Germans in the war, the nationalists counted on compensation from the Reich government. They established the Ukrainian National Council, and on the same day the Germans interned the initiators of this move. Then the Nazis banned all parties representing Ukrainians. The country was completely incorporated into German administration. The general Ukrainian society had a negative attitude towards the Germans. Ukrainians were tired of forced labor for Germany and benefits for the Wehrmacht. The Germans again tried to win part of the Ukrainian nation to their side after the defeats of 1943, this time without much response[145]"

(Yes, this is information for idiots who believe that Poles collaborated with the Nazis)

"The Nazis demanded that areas such as Austria, Alsace, Lorraine, the Czech Republic and the area known from 1919 as the Polish Corridor be incorporated into Germany. The main goal of the Nazis' policy was to obtain Lebensraum, i.e. living space for the German nation. The Nazis claimed that after World War I there was an overpopulation crisis in Germany, which meant that new territories had to be provided to the nation[146]. From 1920, the NSDAP publicly promoted Germany's expansion into the territories held by the USSR[147].

In 1921–1922, Hitler wanted to achieve Lebensraum by reducing the territory of Russia, This was said to have occurred as a result of the overthrow of the Bolshevik government by Russian anti-communists supported by Germany[147]. This attitude changed at the end of 1922, when Hitler proposed the creation of a German-British alliance and the joint destruction of Russia[147]. The policy of Lebensraum assumed massive expansion of the Germans eastwards to the Urals[148][149]. The surplus Russian population living west of the Urals was to be deported to the east[150]."

"Following the end of World War I, the Nazis were one of many nationalist and fascist political parties competing for leadership of the German anti-communist movement[footnote needed]. The Nazis claimed that communism was dangerous to the well-being of nations because of its intention to eliminate private property, support for the class struggle, atheism, hostility towards small entrepreneurs and the middle class[151].

Anti-communism was linked to anti-Semitism, Hitler considers communism and Marxism to be a Jewish conspiracy aimed at the destruction of the German nation-state and the entire Western civilization, in Mein Kampf he states: “If a Jew, with the help of his Marxist profession of faith, wins victory over the nations of this world (…) our planet will (…) circulate in the ether completely depopulated. I believe that I am acting in accordance with the intention of the all-powerful Creator; "By defending myself against the Jew, I am fighting for the work of Our Lord"[152]. In numerous other statements, Hitler declares that his most important goal is "the destruction of Marxism." He believed that the complete elimination of Marxism was a condition for the "rebirth" of Germany, and by "Marxism" he understood all varieties of left-wing thought, including the social democratic party SPD, which was then moving away from its Marxist roots[153]. Democracy, pacifism and internationalism were considered the most important "transgressions" of Marxism[154].

Anti-communism resulted from the experiences of party members. The NSDAP was founded, among others, by Thule Society member Karl Harrer. The Society supported the Freikorps paramilitary government forces during the suppression of the communist uprising in Bavaria during the November Revolution (see Bavarian Soviet Republic). In addition to Harrer, other members of the Society included the co-author of the program[155], Gottfried Feder, and one of the most important ideologists, Alfred Rosenberg[156].

At the turn of the 1930s and 1940s . the Nazis established anti-communist regimes subordinated to them to some extent, including Vichy France. In countries such as France and Great Britain, anti-communist groups and activists were supported, including: right-wing organization Cliveden set, conservative Edward Wood (1st Earl of Halifax), The British Union of Fascists and associates of Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain. During the war, the Germans created new military units from anti-communist volunteers, one of them was the 33rd SS Grenadier Division (1st French) Charlemagne[157]"

""On April 11, 1933, the Nazis introduced a law defining Jews as persons of non-Aryan origin, thereby removing Jew"

On April 11, 1933, the Nazis introduced a law defining Jews as persons of non-Aryan origin, thereby removing Jews from offices[194].

On September 15, 1935, the Nuremberg Laws were introduced, depriving Jews of basic civil rights and separating them from the rest of German society. In the same year, twenty-seven decrees were introduced, according to which people applying for various positions had to present proof of Aryan origin in the case of, for example, an SS officer, and the candidate had to document Aryan genealogy from 1700. A new profession was created in Germany - Sippenforscher, which deals with searching for genealogical documents[195]. Since August, the Boycott Committee has been operating, forcing Jews to sell their businesses at minimum prices (members of the Committee organized, among others, kidnappings and murders)[196].

By the fall of 1938, over 200,000 Jews had fled the country, but the number of Jews in the country was equalized after the territories of Austria were incorporated into the Reich. Another pretext for intensified repression against Jews was the assassination attempt on November 9, 1938 by Herschel Grynszpan, who assassinated a Reich diplomat in Paris. In the country, the Nazis unleashed a series of anti-Semitic purges known as Kristallnacht. The government did not counteract the series of anti-Semitic demonstrations, but supported them and began the first mass deportations of Jews to concentration camps (20,000 people were then deported). Moreover, Jews were blamed for the riots and were ordered to pay billions in compensation (approximately $400 million)[197]. After Kristallnacht, a strict law was introduced prohibiting marriage and sexual relations between Jews and representatives of other nationalities. A Jew caught flirting with a German woman was immediately sent to a concentration camp. A German could also be sent back to the camp, who was sent there for three months of anti-Semitic re-education[196].

Racial segregation was introduced in waiting rooms, trains and restaurants, and Jews were expelled from schools.[198]"

By the way, doesn't this sound strangely familiar to you? I don't know… LIKE IZAREL WOULD FUCKING PERFORM THIS ON PALESTINIANS?

"Since Hitler came to power in Germany in 1933, incidental and then increasingly frequent acts of Nazi crimes against political opponents, Jews and Poles began there[199]. The world rarely learned about, and even less often reacted to, human rights abuses and murders in Nazi Germany before World War II. On Palm Sunday, March 21, 1937, Pius XI's encyclical Mit brennender Sorge (German: "With burning concern") about the situation of the Church in the Third Reich was read in German churches. The document was dated March 14, 1937 and concerned the situation of the Church in the Third Reich. It contained a critique of the theological aspects of the policy pursued by Hitler's Germany.[200]

Among the few world leaders appealing through diplomacy to end human rights violations in Germany were Fiorello La Guardia[201], mayor of New York, who promoted the boycott of German goods in the USA and Swedish Prince Charles Bernadotte[202], who actively appealed to German President Paul von Hindenburg before World War II, and in the following years to the German Red Cross for the opportunity to jointly investigate "alleged atrocities" in German prisons and concentration camps. The Germans rejected the proposal of any inspections of Nazi concentration camps. However, the prince achieved success as chairman of the Swedish Red Cross at the end of World War II, when he managed, together with the Swedish diplomat Folke Bernadotte and the government of Denmark, to organize the so-called White buses that saved about 17,000 people from German death camps. In 1944, the German government attempted to deny its crimes, and therefore Holocaust denial, on the international arena by allowing an inspection of the Theresienstadt concentration camp in occupied Czech Republic by international observers accompanied by the SS. mana and creating a completely false propaganda film about the good treatment of Jews in that camp[203]"

Why the fuck does this sound so familiar? Genocide denial, so familiar when you see Israel denying its own

'In 1940, in one night, the Germans murdered 1,700 Jews in Nasielsk. 600,000 Jews were expelled from the Polish territories incorporated into the Reich and ended up in the General Government.

The policy of genocide unleashed by the Germans in mid-1941 lasted approximately 40 months. The number of Jewish victims of the Holocaust is estimated at almost 6 million[207] . One third of this number, or approximately 2 million, were children. The number of Polish Jews among the victims of the Holocaust is estimated, according to various sources, from 2.6 million to 3.3 million people[208].

In October 1941, a separate labor code was introduced for Jews, according to which they were to work without any time limits (this applied to children as young as fourteen). The Jews were deprived of their protective clothing. In September, Jews were forced to wear a Star of David with the inscription "Jude".

During the war with the USSR in the east, all non-military train transports were suspended. In their place, special trains were built to transport Jews to death camps. The SS had trains transporting 5,000 Jews each day to the Treblinka extermination camp and 5,000 to Bełżec twice a week. Apart from the camps, the most famous site of genocide is the Babi Yar gorge near Kiev, where approximately 100,000 Jews were murdered in 1941, as well as Ponary near Vilnius, where the Nazis murdered almost 80,000 Jews[209].

The Third German Reich tried to hide the crimes it committed from the world, including the Holocaust and the genocide of Poles. It failed to achieve this, as evidenced by the action of Polish diplomat Jan Karski, who was the first to inform the British and US authorities about the ongoing crimes already in 1942 and appealed for a military response. In the summer and fall of 1944, the World Jewish Congress and the War Refugee Council appealed to the U.S. Department of War to immediately bomb the German death camp Auschwitz-Birkenau. However, these proposals were rejected[210]. The Allies' abandonment of bombing the railway tracks to the extermination camps has been considered by some historians as an "appalling moral failure".[211] Only on June 6, 1944, the Americans, British and Canadians landed in Normandy to liberate Europe from German occupation"

As you can see, the USA didn't help much… Who expected it?

How long will Palestine be left to its own devices? How long will the US help a genocide? How much longer will we accept genocide?

"In the USA in the 1930s, there were groups active, such as William Dudley Pelley's Silver Legion and Fritz Kuhn's German-American Bund. He expressed support for Nazism, among others: Father Charles Coughlin of Catholic Radio in Detroit, condemning the influence of godless capitalists, Jews, communists, international bankers and plutocrats on US foreign policy, or Charles Lindbergh, who in 1941 declared: The three most important groups pushing this country into war are the British, the Jews and the Roosevelt administration.[271] George Rockwell founded the marginal American Nazi Party, which in the following decades supported the white power movement and opposed the civil rights movement. In South Africa in 1938, the Afrikaans Ossewabrandwag and the Stormjaers militia were founded. The party was influenced by the NSDAP, and during World War II it opposed cooperation between South Africa and Great Britain. After terrorist attacks carried out by its members, some of its leaders were imprisoned, but the party was never officially banned. After 1945, several former members of the movement became part of the apartheid dictatorship. The group was absorbed by the National Party. A former militant of the Balthazar party, Johannes Vorster, served as Prime Minister of South Africa in 1966–1978[272].

Nazi groups even sprang up in Costa Rica. In the 1930s Nazi sympathizers coming mainly from the German community gathered in the German Club[273]"

"In Poland, National Socialist groups did not play a significant role. Some of them are: the National Socialist Workers' Party, the Radical Healing Movement of J. Kowal-Lipiński, the Polish National Socialist Party, the Polish National Socialist Party "Warta", the National Peasant-Worker Front[274][275]. Some historians see a similarity between Nazi ideology and the doctrines of the National Radical Camp[276][277][278] and the National Radical Movement[279][280]. The National Radical Organization, a collaborationist organization operating at the beginning of the German occupation of Poland, is sometimes associated with national socialism[281]"

Unfortunately, there are bad apples in every country… I'm not denying that there were no bad apples, but saying that Poles collaborated with the Nazis (erasing their being victims of the Holocaust) is problematic on many levels

"In 2009, in the resolution "Unifying a divided Europe", the OSCE Parliamentary Assembly equated the totalitarian systems of German Nazism and Soviet Stalinism. The resolution states that in the 20th century, European countries suffered at the hands of two totalitarian regimes, which resulted in crimes against humanity and genocide[309][310][311]. This equation raises objections from Russia. According to Kommersant's interlocutors, the comparison of Stalinism and fascism is inappropriate due to the fact that "it was the Stalinist USSR that suffered the greatest sacrifices and made the greatest contribution to freeing Europe from fascism." According to Moscow's position, this resolution is "offensive, anti-Russian action” and “rape of history”[312].

According to the authors of The Black Book of Communism, the difference between National Socialism and Soviet communism "is only that the Nazi racial and territorial division replaces the division into layers (classes)"[313]. In turn, Margaret Buber-Neumann, a former German communist, imprisoned from 1937 to 1940 in the Gulag, and then from 1940 to 1945 in Ravensbrück, in her memoirs published after the war she pointed to numerous similarities in the practices of both regimes, pointing primarily to the contempt for human life, the cult of violence, and the use of slave labor by both systems. . In her opinion, the ideas of Nazism were criminal from the beginning, while the communist idea as a theory could contain a fundamental error, or the ideals could be betrayed by Soviet practice under the rule of Joseph Stalin, which, in her opinion, turned the USSR into a form of fascism[314]. According to Adam Leszczyński, writing in the context of the Warsaw Uprising and the book Oblą '44, or how Poles gave Stalin a gift by causing the Warsaw Uprising by Piotr Zychowicz, there was a fundamental qualitative difference between the regime in the USSR and the Third Reich, according to him, the communists were guided by the noble goals of equality and justice, and the Nazis' goal was solely to exterminate the subhuman race[315]. Slavoj Žižek also claimed that while Stalinism was "the tragic dimension of a failed emancipatory project", Nazism was "an extremely successful anti-emancipatory project"[316]. Žižek also noted that that, contrary to the liberating potential of communism as an idea, Nazism was, even at the theoretical stage, a "perverse" enterprise: "it would be simply ridiculous to see the Holocaust as some kind of tragic perversion of the noble Nazi project - this project was straight up the Holocaust" [317]"

The problem with the USSR and the Third Reich is simply that Hitler and Nazism had a greater impact on the world and that is why it is terrifying, the fact that Hitler had fewer victims (fatalities) does not automatically mean that he was a lesser evil, he was a greater one because of the fact that that he influenced so many people and countries…

"Promoting the totalitarian methods and practices of Nazism is prohibited in Poland by law and is subject to criminal liability. This is regulated by:

Constitution of the Republic of Poland (Journal of Laws of 1997, No. 78, item 483):

Art. 13 The existence of political parties and other organizations that refer in their programs to the totalitarian methods and practices of Nazism, fascism and communism, as well as those whose programs or activities assume or allow racial and national hatred, is prohibited, the use of violence in order to gain power or influence state policy or provides for the secrecy of structures or membership. Act of June 6, 1997, Penal Code (Journal of Laws of 2022, item 1138, as amended):

Art. 256. § 1. Whoever publicly propagates Nazi, communist, a fascist or other totalitarian state system or inciting hatred based on national, ethnic, racial or religious differences or due to lack of religious denomination, shall be subject to the penalty of imprisonment for up to 3 years. § 1a. The same punishment applies to anyone who publicly propagates Nazi or communist ideology, fascist or an ideology that calls for the use of violence to influence political or social life. § 2. The penalty specified in § 1 shall be subject to, who, for the purpose of dissemination, produces, records or imports, purchases, sells, offers, stores, possesses, presents, transports or sends a print, recording or other item, containing the content specified in § 1 or 1a or being a carrier of Nazi, communist, fascist or other totalitarian symbols, used in a way to promote the content specified in § 1 or 1a.

Art. 257. Whoever publicly insults a group of people or an individual person because of their national, ethnic or racial affiliation , religious or because of his lack of religious denomination or for such reasons violates the bodily inviolability of another person, shall be subject to the penalty of deprivation of liberty for up to 3 years. Until July 2011, Article 256 of the Penal Code ended with the phrase "or being a carrier of fascist, communist or other totalitarian symbols." This provision was deleted by the judgment of the Constitutional Tribunal of July 19, 2011. The Tribunal found that the provision did not meet the criteria of specificity and, consequently, "the ruling on the unconstitutionality of Art. 256 § 2 in fine Penal Code means that Art. will have limited application. 256 § 4 of the Penal Code On its basis, the court will be able to order the forfeiture of items containing the content specified in Art. 256 § 1 of the Penal Code However, this will not be possible in relation to objects that are carriers of fascist, communist or other totalitarian symbols” [320] [321]"

If they fucking followed this constitution, there would be no fucking nationalists and parties like PiS and the fucking Confederation

But yes, read this Zionists, that's what fucking Nazism was, it was pro-genocide, not fucking anti-genocide

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 66. brb x oc

a/n: god im so single

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff JESUS CHRIST

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“Nicole.”  She calls sweetly, heart hurting when she sees her daughter reaching for the now dark monitor, tapping it with her small fingers in hopes it’d bring her father back, “Daddy is working now, he can’t show up.”

Nicole just taps the screen harder, letting out an annoyed cry because where was her father? He was there seconds ago! “Honey,” Beatrice grabs Nicole’s hands, her little face going red with tears bubbling in her eyes, “Oh sweetie,I know,I know.” She kisses her daughter’s cheeks, her own eyes stinging because of the gift Rooster sent her and Nicole’s reaction, “I know you miss him, I miss him too..but just a few more days,okay?”

Nicole whimpers, her mouth opening in a gentle cry that only hurts Beatrice even more, standing up from the chair to bounce her daughter around a bit in hopes she’d calm down. Beatrice sighs against her daughter’s hair, her gentle hiccuping slowing down until there was just a quiet whimper coming out of her, “I know,honey.” Bea says, “I know.”

It broke her heart and she was so happy that Rooster hadn’t seen her reaction, she knew if he did he’d just blame himself. And as long as she calmed Nicole down, everything would be fine. The dogs surrounded her when they heard Nicole’s cries, huffing and barking quietly in hopes to calm the little girl just like her mother was doing, Jolene even stood on her hind legs to check on the baby by sniffing her hair and the ticklish sensation made Nicole laugh.

“Oh, thank God.” Beatrice whispers, kissing her daughter’s head when she got into a giggling fit, “You are going to be okay, honey, daddy will be back soon.”

Beatrice rocked the three months old back and forth until she saw Nicole’s bright green eyes disappear behind her eyelids as she fell asleep in her arms. Her soft cheek pressed against her mother’s bicep, little chest rising and falling as the exhaustion from crying and laughing finally took over. 

Beatrice leans down to kiss her head again, slowly walking away from the kitchen - to not wake her up - humming a lullaby to keep Nicole’s eyes closed as she took her to the nursery, checking every now and again to see if she was okay and still in a deep slumber. And she was.

As she places Nikki in her crib,Beatrice just folds her arms on the top rail and places her chin on top, “I miss him too,Birdie.” she whispers, seeing Nicole is just peacefully asleep now, “I miss him…terribly and I know he misses us too.” she didn’t want to keep thinking about it, so she pushed herself away from the crib, turning around to face Eleanor and Jack, “You two, keep an eye on Nikki, okay?”

The twins just trotted inside like they always did, lying in front of her crib as Beatrice walked out, “Jojo, you come with me.” she says, petting the pittie between the ears. Jolene followed Beatrice back downstairs, where the flowers and the gifts were waiting for her in the kitchen.

Beatrice huffs out a sigh, propping her hands on her hips as she smiles, “...he’s unbelievable.” she says, grabbing the envelope she kept it aside for later, “And unreal…and amazing…and just so funny and sweet…ugh,I miss him so much Jojo.”

Jolene just pressed her huge head on the outer side of Bea’s thigh comfortingly, making the brunette smile down at her “I’m okay,Jojo…just��in love I guess…hah,anyway, let me clean this up.” she says, picking the huge bouquet of red roses “I need to find something big enough for this, I don’t even know if I have it.”

Jolene follows Beatrice as she walks around the kitchen, placing the roses inside a vase, the chocolates in the fridge and the brand new mugs - the ones with Chihiro and Haku printed on it and she almost cried - inside the upper cabinets. As she was done with it, she returned to the card that she told him she’d read once alone, grabbing the envelope with a little smile, “Ah,Roos…” she broke the wax seal with her nail, carefully pulling out the contents.

She laughed softly when she saw it was the illustration of a rooster and a hen, huddled together in their coop with the moonlight casting a heart shaped reflection on their feathers, “Oh my God.” she giggles, “He’s so silly,I love him.”

She leans her lower back against the counter, flipping the card open to read the inside.

   ‘Beatrice,

Hi gorgeous,I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for our anniversary and I hope these gifts cover up the space just so until I come back. I wanted to be there with you badly and while I know you’d never get mad or upset, I just wanted to do this for you. 

Anyway, happy anniversary,baby. Hard to believe three years passed since we first met and one year since we got married. Didn’t seem like that, especially because, well, you have this gift of making me love every second we spend together, so much I don’t see the time pass. When I first laid eyes on you I knew I was going to marry you,you know? I didn’t want to admit it, I thought it was crazy, but I kept thinking about it.

I was like, ‘yeah this is the woman I’m going to marry’ during our first months together!

I know you wouldn’t think it’s crazy…because well, it’s you. You have no idea, albeit I tell you…often,how much you mean to me. Bea, you are just the best thing that ever happened in my life.

You are sweet,you are kind, you are beautiful, you are so incredibly talented. I never tire of telling you those things because I love how you get when you hear them. You get bashful and you blush and you give me that cute smile that makes my knees weak.

But more than that, if it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t have Nikki. I just want you to know I appreciate and I love you so much, gorgeous.  

You are my best friend and my girl and I wouldn’t have any other way.

Just until we see each other again.

<3, 

Rooster’

What she cried before couldn’t be compared to what she was crying right now. She was sobbing, knees weak as she crouched down to the floor holding the card in one hand and covering her mouth with the other, hiccuping against her palm and just trying her best to keep her voice low.

Jolene hurries around her,licking her face,whining, fearing her owner was having an anxiety attack and couldn’t control herself. Beatrice laughs while crying, gently pushing Jolene’s face away as she sniffled, “I’m okay Jojo.” she says, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand “I swear I’m okay…I…wow I…he’s so sweet. He’s so,so sweet.”

Her eyes turned to the card again, so heartfelt and so Rooster,sliding her legs away from her so she could sit down on the floor, smiling down at it. She didn’t know how, but that was his writing, somehow he managed to write the card himself while he was away “Oh,Roos.” she whispers, bringing the closed card to her lips to kiss her cover, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks and under her jawline only to land on the collar of her shirt.

Beatrice wasn’t overwhelmed by work and by Marcus’ proposal, but she was glad to have this mental break for a bit. These past months have been a bit hard ever since her talk with Hannah, ever since she found out that Eric was still asking around for her and she couldn’t help but hate how he never took what she said seriously.

And reading Rooster’s writing - a bit hurried and leaning to the right, with harder lines on the T’s - made her forget everything. She didn’t want to think about Eric, she had Rooster. She had her husband, who loved and cherished her and their daughter, what else would she ask for?

She just genuinely hoped that Eric…stopped. She didn’t want to hear from him anymore, she didn’t want to know about him anymore, she didn’t want to find out he reached some of her family members– she pauses, “...he’d be pretty dumb considering that they all said if he tried anything they’d just beat the shit out of him,” she hums, “And they don’t know I punched his nose…yeah he’d never message them.”

He’s pecking at the corners until he reaches her, which he won’t, he already risked a lot messaging Shells whom he called ‘crazy as fuck’ the first time they met.

“As long as he stops it’s going to be fine.” Beatrice mutters, wiping her eyes one more time, watching Jolene lie down next to her to settle her huge head on top of her thigh, keeping those light brown eyes on her, “...we are going to be fine,right Jojo?” she ‘boofed’ out in response “Yeah,I think so too.”

She looks down at the card, then out of habit turns it around and frowns, “P.S. Check the blue box? Blue box?” she looks back to where his gift was on the counter, seeing a small cerulean object partially hidden from behind a paper towel rack, “Oh, well… I need to-” Jolene stands up when she moves, looking back to where the box was then meeting gazes with Beatrice, “Oh…you want to grab it? Okay Jojo.”

The pittie’s long tail wags happily as she trots closer to the counter, holding herself up by her front legs and snapping her jaw with her head leaning forward until she latched onto the box and brought it over.

“Thank you,Jojo.” she says, wiping some of the slobber clinging on the blue paper, “I didn’t even see this…well, maybe that’s why he wrote in the first place.” she comments with a soft chuckle, holding the box with both hands, checking it’s weight and furrowing her brows, “What did he get me? I thought the mugs were the treats.”

Jolene lied down next to Beatrice, her head on top of her front paws as her owner carefully unwrapped the box until she could see what was inside. It was a flat light gray velvet box, with a horizontal ‘8’ on the latch. Beatrice hums, pulling under the latch until it clicked open and revealed what was inside.

One thing Rooster knew about Beatrice was that she didn’t like things that snagged on fabrics, like elaborate rings and that bracelets made her feel trapped. He also knew, after some research, that Beatrice’s birthstone wasn’t an onyx like she thought but an Amethyst. Beatrice blinked when the purple gem came into view, her lips parting with surprise, “No…he didn’t…” he also knew that she was fond of small earrings, something that wouldn’t get stuck on her hair when she pulled it up, “He didn’t do this.”

Inside the box was a necklace, a thin gold band necklace with the small amethyst pendant lying on top of the velvet inside. Beatrice notices the small earrings on each side, with the same crystal, round and perfect for her, “Oh…Rooster.” there was another card inside, one that she had to flip to check what was said.

“I thought you’d like it,” she reads the words out loud, “Purple is a beautiful color on you.” she bites her lower lip with a smile, leaning her body against the cabinets as she looks at the gold and purple jewelry with her eyes soft and heart aflutter.

He didn’t have to do this, but he did.

And she knew if she told him so he’d just tell her there was no need to worry, that there was nothing wrong in pampering her like he wanted to. Beatrice just laughs breathlessly, gently lifting the delicate necklace up to her line of sight, seeing the light from the window pass through the purple crystal and create a white outline that made it seem ethereal.

“This is so beautiful.” she whispered, rubbing her thumb on the cut stone, “How did he even pull this off?” the question is directed to Jolene, who just tilted her head with confusion,”I know Jojo,I don’t get it either…I think he has some sort of super power.”

Or, and that could be the main option, he talked to one of her siblings.

“...that works too.” she laughs, still holding the necklace up,wrapping the thin golden strap around her finger so the pendant stayed in the middle of her palm, “...it’s gorgeous. I really- wow…I have no words…why is he so? How is he so?? Ugh! God…I need to give something back to him. I’ve been so busy that I–” she pauses, cheeks warming up “...I…I haven’t sent him the video…would that even work? I mean…I sent him pictures before, but a video is something else entirely.”

And she wanted to give him something…nice. Something he wouldn’t forget so soon. “And something he can enjoy while he’s away.” she mutters, sighing after placing the necklace back inside the box, closing it with a smile, “...he’s so sweet. God.”

Her stomach still had butterflies inside, swirling and twirling and flying like crazy, it was wild how it still happened. She wondered if it was just because she was a very romantic person and she had Rooster in her heart for a long time…or it was just because he was that magical to her.

As she sat there,enjoying the silence while petting Jolene, she felt her phone buzzing. She frowned, clenching her eyes and refusing to acknowledge the constant vibration in her pocket, until she figured out it was better to do it or else whoever it was wouldn’t stop. She lifted her butt from the ground a bit to grab the phone, unlocking it to check who it was.

Shells (11:30)

Hey, you busy?

Shells (11:31)

Hey.HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY

Shells (11:32)

Beatrice,pick up the phone. PICK IT UP

Shells (11:33)

HELLOOOOOOOOO???

Bea (11:34)

I’m here,Shells, what’s up?

Shells (11:34)

Finally. Well, again, are you busy?

Bea (11:34)

Well, sort of. Why?

Shells (11:35)

I’m kinda bored, I think it’s better to talk to my bestie than to stare at the wall since my sugarplum isn’t here :( 

Bea (11:35)

Ah,well

Shells (11:35)

I can bring lunch. From the Indian place you like, the one who gives you extra naan because they are that nice.

Bea (11:36)

…you drive a hard bargain, fine. Come on over. But please keep your voice down.

Shells (11:36)

What are you talking about? My voice is like a hummingbird.

Bea (11:37)

Shells.

Shells (11:37)

Oh fine,I will, promise. Scout’s honor or whatever.

-

“How have you been?”

Bea looks up from her plate to face Shells,who was licking her fingers clean while arching her brows, “What?”

“How have you been? Since you got Marcus’ job and such.”

“It’s not a job.” Shells arches her brows higher, “Well…maybe it is but, it’s not bad…I’m not so tired.”

Shells nods, wiping her hands after her fingers are clean of any sauce, “I mean sure but I also mean about Rooster,when is he coming back?”

The mention of her husband makes Beatrice light up like a Christmas tree and she smiles, “He’s coming back in the second week of October.” she says, “And I am already finding some costumes for Nikki and oh! I think we’ll be able to decorate the house! And we can go to the bar’s Halloween Party too!” and she rambled on, Shells just sipped her soda letting her friend speak her heart’s content because she was worried about Bea.

Ever since she heard that Eric has been asking around about Bea,Shells has been acting like the Malinois everyone joked she was. She was a lot more alert at the bar, she didn’t tell Penny because she knew how her aunt would react if she did know, and she was talking to Evelyn and the others about it.

Eric’s accident on Bea’s birthday wasn’t enough to make him back off, so whatever he was planning got Shells’ attention. Her friend had other things to worry about - like her child?? who was babbling happily while holding a rubber chicken that made noises in the corner? - and the last thing she needed was Beatrice worrying about Eric.

So Shells was on guard most of the time, eyes alert and narrowing at any big headed blonde assholes with no lips who liked to wear baby blue shirts unbuttoned to show the three chest hairs he had.

“Shells?”

Oh. Right.

Shells slowly looks up from her spoon, the one she’s been shoveling food inside her mouth, holding it a few centimeters away from her lips, “I’m all good, just enjoying our lunch.”

“...right.” Beatrice narrows her eyes, “I’ll believe that…anyway, is there any reason you wanted us to have lunch together?”

“Nah, just thought about showing up.” Beatrice hums, nodding slowly as she looks down at her food, “It’s true.”

“I know it is,I’m not saying it isn’t.” she laughs, waving her hand towards the blonde, “Anyway, yeah I’m excited to have him back home…I know he’s been really tired lately and…yeah, I just want him back.” 

“I know Bea.” her friend says, “It’s obvious. Maybe you should dress Nikki up when you go see him.”

“...that’s not a bad idea.”

“When do I have bad ideas?”

Beatrice chose to not answer that, chewing her lower lip as she thought about it. As she looked over to Nicole, who was currently petting Jack’s nose with a cute giggle bubbling out of her, she wondered how she could do that.

There were some things she could do…when he returned, but dressing Nicole up was a great idea. Plus, she knew he’d appreciate it a lot. And she had an idea “What do you think about going out shopping with me?” Shells looks up with her cheek stuffed, “For Nikki?”

[tempest-toss]

The Call - Prep and send off

First thing was first: Thorn needed to be ready for whatever they would come across. They silently opened their trailer and slipped inside. With the lights on, they began to strap themselves up. A few guns, a bulletproof vest for armor, a backpack for storage, a knife for stabbing, and some night vision goggles to assist them.

The hand radio crackled to life, beeping out a message in morse code, ".…. . .- -.. / - --- / .-. ..- .. -. …". A quick translation had confirmed in Thorn's mind where they were going to head next, the ruins. As they pocketed the hand radio, a question about who could have sent the message danced in their mind. After all, the only people who could possibly have access to the radio were other insurgents. This gave Thorn a sliver of hope, perhaps they could be saved?

Upon exiting from their trailer, they made a beeline to the peace duo's trailer and politely knocked on it. After some shuffling the door opened to reveal the friendly stoner Marvin.

"Sup dude? Welcome into the safest place right here for now" Marvin spoke as he helped Thorn in. The "Groove Palace" as Dallas once called it was an average, yet cluttered trailer full of knickknacks and other traditional hippie objects, including peace signs, lava lamps, and fabrics containing rich tie-dye jobs.

"Right now? What do you mean right now?" Thorn asked.

"Well, Dallas got bit and he's starting to transform into a werewolf," Marvin replied nonchalantly.

Thorn turned his head to the other side of trailer as he heard the sound of scraping metal. Dallas had been in a thin tie-dye shirt and shorts, mentioning that he was going to play his hand pan in the river, "for the acoustics". Now Dallas' shirt was clinging for dear life, as his newfound muscularture threatened to rip it off. He gnashed his teeth as the pain was unbearable, his face shifting to a snout which barely supported his red glasses. He grew taller and brawnier as his bones cracked and shifted and grew to support the new muscle being added. His hair shifted to fur as it sprouted all over his body, covering him in a dense, brown coat. His eyes opened to show a primal hunger, a growl rumbling through his throat as his ears perked at Thorn's breathing.

Thorn, slowly reached for his gun before Marvin stopped him and walked in front of him. He took a deep drag on his 420-j blunt and blew the smoke out in Dallas' face, causing the new werewolf to hack and cough.

"Was that necessary, man?"

The werewolf grumbled as he waved the smoke away. He blinked a few times before making an observation.

"Boy, Thorn, you shrunk!"

He laughed a deep laugh, giving a closed-eye smile. His tail wagging happily; His peace sign medallion ended up on his tail, probably when he was flailing around. This led Thorn's eyes to Dallas' leg, noticing that even transformed, a scar remained. Perhaps that might be useful knowledge for the future?

"Figured that'd calm you down. Werewolf biology is quite interesting." Marvin hummed before turning to Thorn. "I've got the big puppy safe. If need be I'll be a friendly cat for you. I'd advise you make your way to the ruins. I spied on your conversation with Sable earlier."

After a few more exchanges of words, the duo sent Thorn off, with the werewolf giving his trademark peace sign with his large claws. As Thorn turned to head to the meadow, a whine prevented them from committing just yet. They turned to see Rockette whining, having been leashed to the outside of the trailer. Thorn jogged to her and began untying her.

"Maybe you can find Gordon, so I can sock him for causing all this shit." Thorn huffed as they undid the leash. Rockette got on her hind legs to lick Thorn in the face before bounding off.

After checking the area again, they began heading their way to the Ruins. Along their way, they entered the Meadows. Thorn grimaced as they saw the ruins of a picnic. They recall how Cindy was hosting one that afternoon for friendship reasons, according to her.

"help... help me..."

A voice heard off the path by Thorn. It could be another camper... or it could be a werewolf faking it to lead Thorn to their death.

[piyatosenainanalaagere]

Eku!! Suggest songs to me too!! 🥺👉👈

I mostly listen to Hind and Marathi songs but here are some English songs

Also all the songs from Taylor swift and one direction

[bartoonist]

Dark Eco Mutant Ninja Dratles: These TMNT Parody Fan Characters were originally going to be DreamKeepers versions of TMNT with multicolored halos floating on the tops of their heads I tell ya' folks what, but of course ever since I saw how the DreamKeepers Co Creators: David Lillie & Liz Lillie actually create DreamKeepers Parodies of the cult favorite TMNT Clones/Parodies: The BattleToads into appearing in the Prequel Webcomic: DreamKeepers Prelude, I decided to remake my Dragon-Turtle Hybrid Fan Interpretations of the Ninja Turtles into the Jak & Daxter Universe versions of the TMNT rather than the DreamKeepers Universe versions, and the Ninja Dratles are also part Metal Heads now too if you’re familiar with the Metal Head monsters from Jak 2 & 3 of the J&D Trilogy of course, doing hind leg poses are still tough for me to draw as I’m still learning how to do anthropomorphic hind legs y'know, but I hope you folks like it anyway.

[pooma-today]

The National UN Volunteers-India

National Science Day Celebration at Jain Public School, Davangere.

28th February, a day to commemorate one of the greatest Indian Physicist -Sir C V Raman, a day when RAMAN EFFECT was discovered and the world was not the same again.

We, at Jain Public School, celebrated this glorious event in the presence of an eminent personality - Dr. J B Raj, President, Karnataka Vignan Parishad, who gladly accepted our invitation to be the CHIEF GUEST for the National Science Day Celebration. Along with him we had the glorious presence of the school CHAIRMAN, Sri Achalchand Jain, Mr. Nataraj S, Principal and Ms. Yashodhara S K, Coordinator.

On this eventful day, the students of our school had organised several Science themed activities such as SCIENCE v/s SUPERSTITIONS Skit, a Dance Routine based on importance of learning Science, Science Model presentation, Fun experiments and Quiz session.

The Chief Guest, Dr. J B Raj was truly mesmerised by the performance and enthusiasm of the students.

In his address, he orated on the importance of celebrating this day and encouraged the young minds to think scientifically. He also added an excerpt from the Life of C V Raman so as to instigate a sense of scientific curiosity and motivation among the students.

The Chairman of the institution, Sri Achalchand Jain elaborated on the importance of being technologically advanced in all walks of life. He emphasized on conceptual learning that must happen at every school.

We also had the students take a SCIENTIFIC PLEDGE on this eventful day.

We hope that the students have become aware about the importance of this day and that they may bring laurel to our country by contributing in the future progress of our beloved nation.

Jai Hind! Jai Bharat!

[airadam]

Episode 166 : Public Art, Unseen Artists

"Godbodies behind bars, y'all see the barcode."

- Pharoahe

The month went from the ridiculous to the sublime, but as always, here we are right on time! This episode we pay homage to Phife and Biggie Smalls, and bring out some great recent releases alongside some older tracks that I think will have escaped the notice of many - after all, there's so much music out there! Almost an hour-long mix this time out, let's get to it...

Twitter : @airadam13

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Playlist/Notes

E-40 : On The Case

One of the hardest-working men in Hip-Hop, E-40 has recorded twenty-six studio albums, and still sounds as dope has when he debuted back in 1992. This is from his sixteenth, the second in the "The Block Brochure : Welcome To The Soil" trilogy, and as the prisoner quoted in the hook says, it does indeed slap! Chris "THX" Goodman gives him a dark, stomping beat which is a perfect backing for 40's flow as he gives you some free game. Whether you're facing a case or just a tough week at the work, I hope this helps!

Lsdream & Z-Trip : Space Funk

Giving exactly what it says on the tin, this tune is heavy instellar bass business. Z-Trip is better known to many of us as a turntablist and DJ, but his collaboration here with the former Brillz is a beautiful slice of bassy, floaty, vocoded production goodness!

Semi Six & Ilajide : Too Code

Going back to the "Park Orange" collab between these two Detroit natives, we have bump in abundance on this one. If one part of the track stands out, it's the fact that clearly, the roads in their neighbourhood and those in Manchester have a lot in common. Don't ride your 23" rims round here, for your own good!

Karl Hinds : Don Gramma

Twenty-two years on, some of these terms may have been superseded, but you get the point! Essentially the UK (or London, at least) version of Big L's underground hit "Ebonics", Karl runs you through a selection of the local slang, and handles the squelchy, bassy production on top of that. I'd only be half-surprised if it turns out he did the 12" cover design too...

Bumpy Knuckles ft, Sy Ari Da Kid : Word

It was a struggle to find a tune to fit into this spot, but I'm pleased with the choice - very much a deep cut from Bumpy, taken from the now ten-year-old "Mix Files, Vol.1" EP, which seems to be little hard to find nowadays. In fact, it's not even listed on his Discogs discography at present, which makes me wonder if that's just an oversight or if it was actually some kind of bootleg! Note : Feburary 29th does come, just infrequently...

Rich The Factor & DJ.Fresh : White Party

I've been playing this one in the car so much over the last year or so, it's about time it made its way onto the show! Kansas City's incredibly prolific Rich The Factor isn't coming with particularly complex bars, just vibing to the 80s-flavoured beat from DJ.Fresh from their edition of the "The Tonite Show" series, sampling a great bit of jazz-funk to great effect.

Tavaras Jordan : Photogenic (Instrumental)

It was great to see a complete instrumental release of Le$' "E30" LP, which was produced by Tavaras Jordan, who is rapidly becoming a personal favourite. Smooth synth and drum machine action with a lot of polish. Definitely one to hear in the car!

Slum Village ft. Phife Dog : Push It Along

Marking the anniversary month of Phife's passing, I thought I'd share a track of his you may not know. The circumstances are beautifully circular - Phife, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, and Q-Tip make up Tribe. Q-Tip puts J Dilla on as part of The Ummah, a production unit that worked on the later Tribe albums, which ultimately gives a boost to the early career of Slum Village. Years later, Slum Village, after the passing of J Dilla, bring Phife of Tribe in for this feature - named after a track from Tribe's debut. You can find this on Slum's "Yes!" LP, with Young RJ representing lovely on production.

ILLAMAN & Pitch 92 : Sometimes Relax

Great new single out of the UK, with ILLAMAN (all caps?) of Pengshui flowing over a Pitch 92 instrumental that is built around what sounds like reversed strings, wrapped in warm bass and a suitably-relaxed drumline. As the song says, sometimes we all need reminding to take a breath. Great to hear Pitch continue to build on his early catalogue with Plato and The Mouse Outfit, consistently releasing high-quality music.

Kardinal Offishall ft. Glenn Lewis : The Naked Truth

This one from "Kardi Gras Vol. 1 : The Clash" went down well on a Twitch stream recently, so I thought I'd finally include it on the podcast for all the subscribers! It's an all-Toronto affair, with R&B vocal master Glenn Lewis adding the perfect accompaniment to Kardinal's loverman lyrics with a hook that I think really makes the track.

Chris Mazuera : Inspiration (Statik Selektah Remix)

NYC's Mazuera was already onto a winner with this track from his debut LP "Let's Take A Trip", but getting Statik Selektah to remix it lifts it to an even higher level. It's still subtle and considered though, with Statik not overwhelming the original, and making it very much a joint piece of expression.

Benny Reid & Havoc : Temperature's Rising

Tracks from this combination between the jazz musician Benny Reid and Hip-Hop production legend Havoc have been trickling out over the last couple of months, and this version was one I was especially glad to hear, with the original "Temperature's Rising" being a personal favourite from the classic Mobb Deep LP "The Infamous". An all-instrumental remake, it of course derives from "Where There Is Love" by Patrice Rushen, but works in a live version of the boom that made the Mobb track such a killer.

Alaskan Fishermen : Fire & Ice

No hook, no radio appeal, no R&B affectations, just aggro underground rawness. The MCs build the lyrical structure in extremely short four-bar blocks, taking turns in trying to spit the most killer lines before passing to the next man. The final cut on Thirstin Howl's "Brooklyn Bullet Goldcard Membership" 12", the dramatic production brings exactly the right vibe.

Will.I.Am ft. KRS-ONE : Take It

It somehow feels wrong that KRS isn't officially the headline artist on this track, but aside from the hook, he is the only one on the mic! This 12" really deserved an airing after it made it into my digitised collection, as I realised that very few people have heard it. The beat is an interesting one, with the timing/programming being a little "off" in a way that makes it hard to mix with but also gives it the hard-to-place feel, and the hardness can't be denied. "Where Is The Love?", this is not.

Ras Kass : TV Guide

Dopeness from the eventually-released "Van Gogh" album, Ras takes inspiration from tracks like GZA's "Labels" and "Publicity", folding the names of dozens of TV programmes into his verses, while simultaneously making a critique of the medium itself. There's an alternate version with very different production courtesy of Carlos "Six July" Broady on the 12" of "Tha Dopest", if you can find it!

Pharoahe Monch : YAYO

The transition here is so swift that you might miss it at first, but we hand over from Ras to Pharoahe with the quickness for a fierce cocaine-themed cut (no pun intended)... Lee Stone's guitar-laden production on this single is heavy, and it's all topped off with some exceptionally sharp cuts courtesy of Boogie Blind of the X-Ecutioners - not seventeen-click flares or anything, just absolute mastery of the fundamentals and great scratch composition.

[Le Damus & SLA] Kwest, Gauge, and Eddie Broke : 718 (Instrumental)

This isn't even my favourite cut on the "Get Large Productions" 12" (that would be the mighty "Get Large"), but the horn-laden production on this instrumental would easily cut the mustard as an A-side on another release!

The Notorious B.I.G. : Real N****z (Do Real Things)

Excuse the sound quality as I share a piece of history - a legendary entry in Biggie's unofficial catalogue that you may never have heard if you're a little younger than me! This is drawn from the "Best Of Biggie" mixtape by Mister Cee, who of course was a critical figure in Big's early career. Sadly ironic given the eventual drama that played a central role in his premature death, the soundscape is pure California, with Biggie freestyling over the instrumentals from some of the biggest West Coast classics of the era. RIP.

Please remember to support the artists you like! The purpose of putting the podcast out and providing the full tracklist is to try and give some light, so do use the songs on each episode as a starting point to search out more material. If you have Spotify in your country it's a great way to explore, but otherwise there's always Youtube and the like. Seeing your favourite artists live is the best way to put money in their pockets, and buy the vinyl/CDs/downloads of the stuff you like the most!

Check out this episode!

[hopeinthebox]

it's about time

[stormblessed95]

okay so first feel free to ignore this if the idea of it feels like too much work.

but I just saw this tweet: https://twitter.com/_je0nggukk/status/1458468626164592648?s=21

talking about the creation process for BE and I was wondering if you’d be interested in putting together a chronological timeline showing the members sharing that process with us.

I’ve only personally seen the be-hind story interviews so far, but that was the end of the story, and I’m not sure where to start for the beginning.

Hi! 💜 I can try!

The first time we heard about BE was in April, Namjoon did a YouTube live stream with us and mentioned starting their new album and how they were planning on trying to share a lot more of the process with us this time and how it made him nervous since the process is not beautiful. Here is that live stream with English subs:

We see them all get together for a group meeting to discuss songs and ideas for the content IN the album and how many songs to include, type of songs, possible subunits, etc. It was very wholesome. This was posted in May, but filmed sometime in April.

Then in May, Jimin did a YouTube live stream as well where he mentioned his role as Project Manger and talked very humbly about it. He mentioned how Yoongi pushed for him to take on this role and really encouraged him with it too. English subs of the live stream here:

A week later, RM, Tae and j-hope did a YouTube live stream of their first visual meeting for the album. Tae introduced that for the album he was put in charge of visuals, essentially the concepts, jacket photos, designs, etc. Basically making everything look good for ARMY. He asked the other 2 to join him to help him come up with styling ideas because they are the 2 who he thinks likes clothes the most and he admires their style a lot. They discuss a lot of stuff and you can really see how good of a leader Joonie is and how wonderfully they all work together here too:

In June, not TECHNICALLY part of the process, but during Hobis vlive, he accidently leaked part of Dis-ease. Lol whoops. So I'm including it here because 1, Hobi is such a vibe and 2, it's cute.

In July we get a video from Namseok. They are out shopping for cameras. If you refer back to the original video of them with Tae where they talked about the visuals, they are now buying things to incorporate their ideas and what Tae wants for their concepts. And they wanted to be able to incorporate candid shots of the members taken BY the members. And they decided to go more old school with film cameras instead as well.

In September (Filmed sometime in August) we got a VERY VERY short live stream from JK, where we were given a peak into his recording session for "Stay." The Talent in just these 2 minutes is UNREAL.

And Part 2 of JK sharing his recording session with us for songs from the BE album, 8 minutes this time giving us a whole 10 minutes of JK talent to appreciate, even when they cut the sound on us because of spoilers lol

Group meeting again given to us on Sept 22nd! (Filmed sometime in August) This time to discuss ideas for their video and where it seemed to be decided that JK would shoot their life goes on MV. They were trying to come up with how they wanted the video to go and what concepts to use and were tossing ideas around. And all eating yummy food together too

3 days later we got a video of Taekook meeting with staff. (Filmed sometime in August.) It seemed like it would be a continuation meeting of things they discussed in the group meeting before, obviously on a later date. This time though just with JK as the director and Taehyung as the visual project manager. The were sharing ideas and how to make things work with the staff who would be involved I guess. They work so hard. I'm glad they shared it with us

This one should be called study with NamKook. Lol it's especially just them writing and working hard for 5 minutes straight, but we know now that they were probably working on lyrics for the album and doing any last minute changes/work that needed to get done to get production going and anything else needing to be done.

Filmed in September again, we had a group vlive of BTS seeing their finished album together and unboxing it for the first time, precious and i love them

Then we get JKs live stream on YouTube at the end of October, he mostly just hangs out with us, but he does talk about his experience directing Life Goes On a bit. At the end of October they also talked about their roles in the album creation process in this interview here. And in November we get a YouTube live stream from Jimin, where he updates us on how they are finishing up getting ready for the new album to come out, what they are doing and on Yoongis recovery from his shoulder surgery.

Then we FINALLY get the comeback countdown for BE! BEAUTIFUL seeing them right before an album drop. I love it. Along with after the album and music video drop, their life goes on vlive together.

Then we get content from them later on after the album release talking about working on it some more or from when they were shooting things for it, such as the Jacket Shooting video. The 7 second interview video after they finishing shooting for the LGO MV. Suga's official BE album review video log. And the BE album review and unboxing with the other 6 members. Chaos.

The BE-hind Story where they answered questions and talked more about the process of creating the album together too. And then all their BE-hind story interviews where they interviewed each other and we learned SO MUCH about their individual styles and processes when it comes to creating music and working on this album. Amazing and truly some of my favorite videos. Everyone should watch them:

Jins Interview

Jimins Interview

RMs Interview

J-hopes Interview

Jungkooks Interview

Vs Interview

Sugas Interview

Then of course their cute little BE-logs, but that didn't have anything to do with the creation of the album. Lol I *think* that is everything. If I forgot something, let me know and I'll make sure to add it in! Hope this is helpful though!

[abovethesmokestacks]

Friend Cat update:

We didn't see him (we think it's a him) for the rest of the weekend, so there was a small sliver of hope that he may have wandered back home.

Then yesterday evening he shows up again. Hungry and affectionate and I am a fucking softie. So he gets kibble and after J feels just how pronounced the poor guy's spine is under the fur, he also gets some wet food. I brushed him some more and carefully snipped off two larger clumps of matted fur on his hind legs. He allowed me to lift him up and nearly snuggled me to death.

I feel so bad for him, guys. We're in the middle of a heatwave, he's got to be feeling it, he is hungry and either can't find his way home or won't go home. His owner didn't seem bothered that he's so far from home when we texted her on Friday, and we haven't heard anything since, not a peep asking if the cat is still around. Given how the little guy scarfed down the kibble and wet food, he has not been home over the weekend.

When I left for work this morning, he was snuggled up in our porch swing, snoozing away.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 31. brb x oc

a/n: OH MY G OD. yes. yes im excited for this new arc uwu

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy, B A B Y

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“C’mere baby.” 

Rooster is currently on their kitchen floor, making kissy sounds and patting his lap to Eleanor, who is looking at him from the door with Jack behind her, her big eyes brimming with caution “C’mere,” he pats his thighs again “C'mere beautiful, come on, I won’t hurt you.”

Beatrice watched the whole thing from the kitchen table, sipping her glass of water with a little smile as she watched Jack and Eleanor watching Rooster cautiously, Jolene stepping from behind her puppies with her tail wagging to immediately lie down next to the pilot, as if to say it was okay to approach him. 

“C’mere,c’mere,” his voice was a bit higher and he let out a pleased ‘aah’ when Eleanor slowly made her way over, her ears back and a gentle yap coming from her mouth. She sniffs his hands when he offers them to her, then his arms, then his pants and feet. The white puppy looks up at him after a few seconds, then holds herself up by climbing on his crossed legs, “There you go,” he gently picks her up and brings her to his chest, nuzzling the puppy’s white head, “Oh you smell like puppies.”

Jack, who was still by the door watching his sister and mother, whined a bit from fear and apprehension only for Jolene to gently ‘boof’ towards him since his sister was too busy wagging her tail and enjoying the constant attention. The male puppy slowly got closer, repeating the same patterns his sister did by sniffing Rooster’s hand and legs before he too stood up on his hind legs so Rooster could pick him up, “See? I’m not so bad,guys.” he coos,holding both puppies against his chest and letting them lick his face…until Eleanor barked at Jack for soaking more attention than she did, “Woah!Okay little lady, that’s not nice.”

Beatrice smiles so hard her cheeks hurt, watching her husband holding up both puppies with Jolene lying by his side supporting her huge head on his equally large thigh. Beatrice couldn’t wish for anything better, looking down at her stomach where their growing baby was and mentally telling them that ‘this was what they’d see everyday.’ She also had a feeling their child was going to be just as much a dog lover as they both are.

When she looked up again,Bradley was on the floor with Jack and Eleanor climbing over him and sniffing his face - well Jack was, Eleanor was playfully biting his fingers - “You okay over there?” 

“This is a great way to go.” comes his voice, “Trampled by puppies.”

Beatrice snorts out a laugh that soon evolves into a fit of giggles that she has a hard time holding back, even if she puts her hand over her mouth in hopes to stop. It was the most hilarious thing to see Rooster lying down, arms open by his sides with the two puppies climbing on him and checking him out…Eleanor was very focused on the bottoms of his sweatpants, especially a lone piece of string that she wanted to yank it out more than anything, “You do look really relaxed.”

“Puppies should be considered medicine.” he says when Jack is almost sitting on his face, “They cure anything and everything.”

“I mean there is puppy yoga.” Beatrice says and her husband’s head immediately lifts as soon as Jack is on the floor again, “Yeah, they bring puppies for you to relax even more, I think there’s one in San Diego.”

Rooster’s mouth dropped open in amazement, his eyes shining, “That sounds absolutely incredible, holy shit.”

“There’s one with goats too-“

“Do not tempt me with a good time.”

Beatrice laughs again, standing up from the chair to walk closer to her lying husband, leaning forward with her hands on her knees “I'm going to leave you here for a little bit and call the clinic, okay?” He turns his eyes from the male puppy on his side towards Beatrice. He inhaled shakily but he nodded with a smile, giving her a little wink before she walked out of the room.

The brunette exhaled just as shakily as he inhaled, her happiness seemed ready to burst from her body as if it was a balloon. Her footsteps seemed to float all the way towards her phone up in their room, humming happily as she dialed the clinic's number.

Rooster,who was still downstairs with two big puppies over his body, could hear Beatrice’s voice from their room. It was muffled but she sounded so happy, and honestly so was he. He was excited to see his kid, their kid, for the very first time. 

While he was away he did his research, a four months old baby would be around the size of a lemon…or a kiwi, the sources varied in that aspect. The head, arms and legs would be developing and it’d look more like a child. He was a bit nervous as well, something about seeing his baby for the very first time made something in him just snap…he wanted this of course he did, he was over the moon because of it, but he also had the same fears of not being a good father.

Funnily enough if his mother was alive she’d scold him for thinking like that, tell him he was talking nonsense and to not worry so much. 

“Well I got us scheduled.” Beatrice’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts “We need to go there after lunch, and I can’t pee before we go.”

“Oh?”

“Makes it easier to see the baby.” She explains, still smiling at his position down on the floor “But the ladies at the clinic are eager to meet you, I might’ve told them a little bit about my husband.”

His smirk returns as he looks up at her, gently removing the puppies from his chest to stand up to his full height, towering over Beatrice “I’m flattered.” He whispered, kissing her forehead “Because you know how much I love talking about you, it’s only fair you do the same.” And his arms wrap around her waist, her cheek is against his chest and his mouth is on the crown of her head “What do you think it’ll be.”

“Hm?”

“The baby, boy or girl?”

Beatrice thinks about it for a second, her own arms wrapping around his middle and resting on the curve of his ass “…I don’t know.” She says after a few minutes of silence “I mean…I’d love whatever gender the baby is. I don’t really care as long as it's healthy.”

“Fair.” he mutters against her scalp, cheeks flexing with a smile, “Keep it at that, it’ll leave everyone whose betting on it freaking out.”

–

Beatrice holds his hand as they wait to be called inside the room she’s visited months before, their fingers interlaced and her shoulder touching his bicep. He is holding her hand tightly, more than normal but it’s not hurting her at all, it’s just something that she could only translate as protection.

Ever since he got home earlier that day he’s been the protective husband/dad she thought he’d be. He helped her out of the car, even if her stomach wasn’t big enough and didn’t let go of her hand when they got inside the clinic, it’s really something to see.

Something very Rooster.

If he was like this with their seventeen weeks old baby, imagine when the baby is actually born.

Beatrice looks to the side and sees that he’s flipping through a magazine one handed, craning her neck a bit to have a better look, “Whatcha reading?”

He hums, then flips the cover for her to see ‘My Baby & Me’ with three women smiling and laughing at the camera, all of them heavily pregnant, “Do you think they ask actual pregnant women for these? Because from what I’ve read they wouldn’t be so…happy standing up for too long.”

Of course he read about it, “I mean, I don’t know,” she says sweetly, pressing her chin on his shoulder so they could read the magazine together, his finger flipping back to the page he was before, “There could be some women that handle a bit better. Some of them even wear heels during pregnancy, Roos.” she notices that he moves to a page where there was a full baby room, completely furnished with a toddler on his feet inside the crib, smiling at the viewer, “That’s cute.”

“I was thinking about getting something done about the room.” he begins, turning the page to the one he bookmarker seconds before with his fingers, “Get something like this,” he points to the brown crib and changing table with light green accents, “And then get everything else based off what you did.”

Beatrice looked up at Rooster with so much love in her eyes she felt ready to explode, “Did you see it yet?”

“Not yet, but I will,I promise.” he smirks, turning his head to kiss her cheek, reminding that their PDA had to be minimal since they were surrounded by other couples and the clinic’s employees “But doesn’t it seem like a good idea?”

“It does and I think it’ll match nicely.” she blinks, “You know I saw a tiny aviator like onesie at a baby store a few weeks back.” Rooster stares at her with an unreadable gaze, “It’s infant size.” and then he immediately grins because of course they were going to get that, it’d probably be the first thing they would buy, maybe even leaving the hospital with the baby wearing exactly that.

They were going to talk more about it, but their names were called. Beatrice smiles back at the woman then towards Rooster, who looked to be a bit in shock, maybe noticing that this was really happening “It’ll be okay,Roos.” she whispers, grabbing his hand and standing up with him following suit, “It’ll be just fine.”

“I know gorgeous, it’s just.” he keeps his voice down as they walk down the hallway to the ultrasound room, his eyes moving from Beatrice to the several pictures of pregnant women hanging on the walls, “It’s just I’m still grasping at this. Seems crazy.”

“It does.”

Once they are inside the room, Rooster sits down next to Beatrice, watching her lie down and push her shirt up and pants down enough to expose the little bump on her navel. He still couldn’t keep his eyes away from it, it was probably the most magical thing he had ever seen in his whole life honestly. Beatrice winces at the cold gel being applied to her skin, hissing quietly but remaining immobile, only turning towards Rooster as he looked at the still black monitor.

He looks down at his hand when he feels a soft touch, Beatrice’s fingers gently brushing over his knuckles until she curls around his digits. She mouths the word ‘okay?’ to him and he nods, replying just the same, bringing her knuckles to his lips to press a soft kiss to her skin. He tries to control his bouncing leg, digging the heel of his foot hard inside his shoe so he doesn’t break the comfortable silence inside the little room.

Soon the ultrasound begins and at first he couldn’t see much except blobs of gray and black, there’s just shapes he couldn’t identify until the direction changed. And he couldn’t help the gasp that leaves his mouth.

Beatrice smiles up at him, turning to face the monitor just like he was and see their baby, their actual baby that was no longer the size of a tiny bean, now it had a head, legs, arms and looked to be sleeping peacefully, “Woah, look at that.” she whispered, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb.

Rooster didn’t reply, not yet, he was still grasping that this was the very first time he saw his child. The little baby was there, it was there! “Well, the baby looks fine.” the doctor comments, “Would you two like to check the gender?”

Beatrice turns to Rooster, who obviously hadn’t heard the question considering he was still staring at the monitor with his jaw hanging open. So Bea gives his hand a gentle tug, with a quiet “Roos.” calling his attention, “Do you want to check the baby’s gender?” He doesn't hesitate in nodding, since he doesn’t feel like he could talk right now, still understanding everything that’s happening in this small room.

The doctor just chuckles at the two, who watch with so much intensity you’d think the monitor was going to fly away at any second and they’d never be able to figure out. “Well,” the doctor begins, “It’s a girl.”

And he feels like he’s about to faint, “A girl? It’s a girl?” how did he know? How did he know? There was no way he’d know without…nevermind, it doesn’t matter. They were going to have a daughter! It’s a girl! They were going to have a girl, “...holy shit.” he does not hold back the swearing, much for the doctor’s amusement, “Bea, it’s a girl.”

Beatrice’s eyes were glossed over and she gently wipes a lone tear that slid down the side of her face, sniffling quietly, “I know Roos. It’s…it’s a girl.” she laughs tearfully, seeing their little girl’s shape inside of her was…incredible. 

But when the doctor finally lets them hear their daughter’s heartbeat, that’s when Rooster has to hold his head up with a hand in front of his mouth and try his best not to sob. “It’s a strong heartbeat.” the doctor says, “She appears to be completely healthy, there’s nothing wrong with her.”

Rooster could only hear the sound of their daughter’s, Nicole, heart beating repeatedly and quickly, it was like the drums of a marching band, it was loud and yet so quiet at the same time. He couldn’t explain, there were too many emotions rushing through him, so many that he had to look away from the monitor to wipe his eyes only to feel Beatrice’s hand doing that for him with a gentle smile on her face, “It’s okay,Roos.” she whispers as the doctors finishes some paperwork before letting them go, “It’s okay.”

“It’s our baby girl, Bea.” he voices those words and she could hear the pure love and adoration within them, “It’s our baby girl.”

“I know.” she smiles, still wiping his face the best she could, “I know,Roos.”

After a few seconds of both of them calming down because the fact they could hear and see their baby jolted them so much they had to ease their own heartbeats. The doctor said it was all fine and they just had to keep an eye on the little girl but she sounded and appeared healthy as she could be, she congratulated the two - handing them the pictures of the ultrasound as well - and they walked off the little room.

Once outside they had to lean against the Bronco for a few seconds, looking up at the clinic, the ultrasound was held tightly in Beatrice’s hand as if she was terrified of losing it. It’s a long pause, it lasts more than either planned but it breaks when she lifts the picture of their baby to her eyes “...she’s really cute.”

Bradley snaps out of his thoughts to look towards Beatrice, then at the picture and he couldn’t help but smile at it, “I think I see a bit of your nose.” he points to the barely visible profile of their little girl and Beatrice chuckles in disbelief, “See, the little slope? It’s like yours.”

“That soon, huh?”

“That soon.” he smirks, leaning back against the car door with a gentle laugh breaking through his throat, “Have you ever considered that…we’ve been together for two years and a half now, married for six months and we are not expecting our very first child?”

Beatrice folds her arms over her chest with her eyes towards the sky, “You know…now that you mentioned, yeah.” she smiles, “I think we are very lucky Roos. It’s not…often people get pregnant so quickly after marrying, sometimes they wait, sometimes…you know, things happen and yet, here she is…my aunt was right, she was just desperate to show up.”

She looks down at the tiny baby one more time, running her finger over her little silhouette, “She looks like a little robin with how she’s posed.” Beatrice pauses, then turns over towards him, “Robin.” Rooster arches his eyebrow towards her, “Nicole Robin. What do you think?”

“Robin, huh? I like it. Keep with the birds within the family.” but in reality, he was over the moon by the name suggestion because it was so Beatrice to do that, to blurt out something that just latches onto you and it means so much, “Maybe she’ll be just like her daddy.”

“Sweet and charming?”

Bradley licks his lips, giving one quick check towards the clinic and then leaning closer to Beatrice, “That too, but I was thinking she could become a pilot, now I’m going to kiss you because that was dangerously smooth Mrs.Bradshaw.”

“I learned from the best, Mr.Bradshaw.”

They shared a soft laugh before Rooster leaned down to kiss her lips like he wanted to since they got to the clinic. He tasted her cherry flavored lip gloss and swallowed her soft sigh, only pulling back when he felt that he’d go even further if they weren’t right in front of a public space and in the middle of the street “Let’s go home,” he whispers against her lips, “So I can continue this in private.”

Beatrice’s laugh is like music to his ears and her cheeks flushing up were an added bonus, “Very well,” she thanks him when he opens the passenger door for her, stealing another quick peck and then closing the door. As he enters the car, Beatrice is still looking at the ultrasound, “Who will win? The bet?”

Bradley stops after he shuts his own door, thinking about it, “Oh, Payback,Phoenix,Coyote and Bob.” 

“Mav isn’t in the bet?”

“Oh he is, but he tossed the idea of twins.” he laughs, “So it’s possible he’ll win half this time.”

Beatrice hums with a little grin, placing the picture inside her bag and leaning back against the seat, “...they’ll lose their minds when we show up tomorrow.”

“Yep,” he chuckles, turning the car on, “They sure will.”