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beefrobeefcal · 3 days ago

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Alone Together feat. Dieter Bravo

Summary: Dieter is alone by his own doing for Christmas, and so are you.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader | Rating: Teen but still MDNII | Word Count: 2,293

Content Warnings: the holiday morbs, Dieter being a jerk, wine consumption but no is drunk, brief mention of politics, referenced dislike of sappy holiday movies, black cats, kissing, mentions of sex but no smut (who am I?),

Author's Notes: hello beloved @rulexofxnines - it is I, your DB Brainrot Secret Santa! I do hope I met your request for holiday feels and our darling Dieter. Thanks to @sp00kymulderr for organizing!

Thanks to @strang3lov3 for her eyes, minds, thots and love - I wouldn't have had the gumption during this stressful holiday season to get this done without you. 🥩💜🐛 Thanks also to @saradika-graphics for the dividers.

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Your neighbour was an asshole, that much was true. Belligerent to delivery workers, rude to his house staff… You even stood in your kitchen and watched him throw a boot at his most recent stylist as he chased them out of his front door.

In the year and a half that you’d been Dieter Bravo’s neighbour, he had done nothing to show you he was anything less than a douchecanoe. You’d made up your mind about him after your one and only one interaction; he was dragging his garbage can back from the curb and he gave you a once over and said, “Nice.” with a nod and gross smile. Your less-than-charitable facial expression in response was met with a scowled huff from him before he disappeared back into his house.

Sure, he was an actor who did walk on parts on primetime tv dramas now, but back in the day, he was more than a bit part. You wouldn’t have called yourself a fan, but you didn’t deny that he was attractive and a good actor… and even now, he was still attractive, even if the acting part wasn’t as true anymore.

The week earlier, you’d received a very fancy note telling you that while you weren’t invited, Dieter would be hosting a large, extravagant party on this day and he was only giving the neighbourhood a head’s up because his lawyer had told him to. Even if outwardly you were coldly ambivalent towards the note, you couldn’t deny the initial thrill you had when you thought it may actually be an invite followed by the immediate disappointment and deflation of your ego.

Even though he was an asshole, you still felt an inexplicable pull towards him. Little did you know that Dieter felt that same pull towards you.

He was painfully aware of the horrible first impression he’d left on you, and he knew you weren't immune to the stories that were told about him and his arrogance. A small part of him had wanted to reach out to you, but it was squashed each time you’d break eye contact with an eye roll or a slight grimace. As much as he felt that pull, he also felt irritated at your assumed uninterest in him, the Dieter Bravo.

You had both made assumptions about one another - some well informed while others were a bit more misguided - yet neither of you had the ability to not have your attention drawn to one another the moment you were in each other’s peripherals.

This was going to be your first christmas alone in your home. Last year, you’d opted to spend the holidays at your parents house with all of your family, but given the results of the recent election, you didn’t feel like hearing extended family’s opinions, and thusly, you were staying put. You’d decorated a small, counter top tree and splurged on a few gifts for you and your cats, VOID and Nugget, and you’d gotten a small chicken to roast like a turkey; you were set.

You began to settle in for a quiet Christmas Eve, even if you didn’t want to admit that you really weren’t digging the ‘alone for the holidays’ plans you’d made now nearly as much. Knowing that Dieter was hosting what you assumed would be a very large and noisy party, you had your wireless headphones charged, a ridiculous stockpile of Christmas cookies, and your appetizers in the air fryer; you were as ready as you could be for whatever your neighbour had in store for you.

A few hours and two really terrible Christmas movies later, you noted that there were no cars outside Dieter’s home, nor was there any noise. You’d not even bothered with your headphones - waiting until you actually needed them - and you hadn’t even needed to shut the blinds on the windows that faced his house.

It was weird. Quiet and weird.

You got up and looked out your kitchen window and what you saw almost broke your heart. There was Dieter, sitting with his head in his hands on his front steps alone. From your vantage point, you watched as he lifted his head and looked out into the dark street in front of him and sigh.

Your mind was suddenly at odds with itself. You could turn and go back to another crappy Christmas movie with your cats on the couch, or you could take the chance to fill the need for human connection on Christmas Eve with someone who could either accept or rudely deny you.

You chose the former, feeling that pull towards him again, and grabbed the big container of Christmas cookies, then headed out your front door.

Dieter’s head shot up as you approached him and the certainty you felt began to wither as his eyes locked on yours and all those memories of how terrible he could be started to force their way to the front of your mind, and your steps slowed.

“Hey… I-”

The loud, groaned sigh he let out interrupted you and you felt yourself shrink a bit. You couldn’t quite tell if the sound was born of irritation at your unsolicited arrival or embarrassment at being seen so dejected.

When he rolled his eyes and motioned towards the container in your hands, you had your answer.

“Oh, so you just thought you’d drop by even though you weren’t invited, huh?”, he scoffed sarcastically, but there was a sadness and a vulnerability lingering in the cold glare he gave you.

Your defences came up against your better judgement, and your eyes narrowed. All the holly jollies in your body evaporated, and you spat out, “The party, you mean? You mean the one that looks like no one showed up for?”

He frowned angrily and stood up, stepping towards you. This action alone made you feel a warmth bloom in your chest, but the moment his finger pointed at you sternly, that warmth at his proximity soured. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you shoved the container of cookies into his chest.

“Merry fuckin’ Christmas, asshole.”

You didn’t bother to wait for his response, instead opting to turn and storm back into your house and slam the door. You kicked off your boots, cursing him under your breath, at both him and his attitude and you and your conflicting feelings. You spooked your cats as you stomped into your kitchen and ripped open the fridge to grab your bottle of wine. Still muttering to yourself, you poured a glass and downed the whole thing in one go. As you were about to pour your second glass, there was a knock at the door.

You froze, mid-pour, almost overfilling your glass, feeling that warth fight to come to the surface and bleed all over you. Putting the bottle down and picking up your glass, you listened, then another knock happened. You knew it was him and, if you were honest, you were both elated at the idea he was seeking you out and terrified because you had shoved a plastic rubbermaid container into his chest and he could say it was assault and he could afford a better lawyer than you, and -

Another knock followed by, “Hello? I know you’re home.”

It was stupid but it was true. He knew you were home because he watched you go in, and you knew he knew that because you knew he watched you go in.

You sighed and put the glass down and went down to your door and opened it a crack.

“Yes, I am home.” Stupid. He knows you’re home, dumbass.

He moves closer to the door and leans his face closer to the opening. “Yeah. I know.” Jesus, his eyes are brown. And pretty. Shit.

You suck in a breath and snip back, “Yeah, I know you know.” He smells nice, too. Stop it.

You both stared at each other for a beat before he let out a breath and his shoulders dropped. His face looked as sad as his voice sounded. “I’m not an asshole.”

The look on your own face betrayed you with a perfect mix of confusion and sympathy and Dieter must have taken that as his in; he put his hand on your door and gently pushed it open, softly forcing you back. He stepped into your entryway enough to close the door behind him and he stood in front of you, container of cookies still in his grasp… in his large hands with thick fingers… shit shit shit! Stop it! It was then you noted how dressed up he was: a nice deep green velvet suit with matching tie and dress shirt. His hair was done and his patchy beard was cleaned up, and you noted the telltale marks on his lovely nose that said he’d been wearing glasses.

You suddenly realized how dry your mouth was, making your saliva thick. What was in this man’s cologne?

As you allowed your eyes to trial over him, he was doing the same, taking in your Christmas sweater with little skeletons in Santa hats on it. You had no makeup on and your hair was kind of a mess. You caught him looking you over and felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over you and looked away from him, clearing your throat.

“I’m not always an asshole.”, he said softly.

Your gaze snapped up to him once again, and you found your confidence in the vulnerability he was giving you in his own eyes. “Not always?”

A small smile tugged at one side of his mouth and he looked down at the container in his hands. “Yeah… just was a huge asshole without reprieve this year.”

You felt his words tug at your heart strings and you saw Dieter as he truly was - alone by his own doing.

“Want to come in for a drink? I have wine…”, you motioned your hand towards the few stairs up into the living room. He nodded and followed you.

It was now well past midnight, officially December 25th, and you and Dieter had been talking for hours. You had told him how lonely you were, living by yourself with your cats in a new city and far away from the comforts of familiarity.

He admitted he knew he was driving everyone out of his life, but he didn’t know how to stop it. Between the party being a failure and you calling him an asshole but still giving - albeit harshly - the cookies to him, he finally admitted to himself that he truly was alone, just like you.

“Why?”, you asked softly, placing your hand on his, and his other hand in turn covered yours.

“I don’t know… maybe I’m a narcissist or a sociopath… or had a bad childhood or too much money, I don’t know, but I do know that I don’t like where it got me.”

You nodded and he looked at you, a small smile on his lips. “You know, I always wanted to get to know you.”

“Yeah?” You couldn’t help but return the same smile.

“Yeah. I guess I was just used to people coming to me and when you didn’t, I-”, he shrugged. “I guess I figured you’d rather be alone than get to know me.”

You looked at him, feeling a pang of guilt at his softness in the moment. You opened your mouth to speak but whatever you were going to say was caught in your throat when his hand came up to your cheek. His big brown eyes bored into yours and his face came closer.

His voice was soft and his eyes flicked down to your lips before coming back. “I think you and I, we could maybe make being alone together a thing.”

You nodded and Dieter leaned in and kissed you. Softly, almost tentatively, as if he was waiting for your cue to delve deeper. As soon as you opened your lips slightly in the kiss, Dieter took his chance.

“Hon - you ready? Guests are showing up in ten minutes!”, you called up the stairs.

Dieter appeared at the top, his shirt unbuttoned and his hair in clips as the style set. “I’m - ten minutes? Really?”

You nodded with a smile and he ran back into the bedroom to finish getting ready.

The past year had been nothing short of an R-rated Hallmark Holiday movie. Dieter and you had moved fast in your relationship, sex that very first night had entwined you two together, and neither of you were willing to try anything less than full throttle and you’d moved in with him after less than three months of dating. You had both felt like this was meant to be and his ego and your first impressions of him had delayed the inevitable, and now you were making up for lost time.

Dieter had started to try and mend the broken relationships - some successful, others not - and you felt he had taken every rejection as gracefully as he received forgiveness. It had taken some convincing on your part to get him to agree to try hosting another Christmas Eve party, but here you were, readying the house and hoping for a good turnout.

A few hours into the party, You watched as Dieter moved through the room, smile on his face as he greeted each guest, noting his hand in his pocket, but not giving it another thought.

Dieter caught glimpses of you as he chatted and talked with the people in the room, his fingers deftly playing with the ring he was going to give you at midnight in his pocket. He wanted to officially make sure you knew you would never be alone again.

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#secret santa #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #dieter bravo #dieter bravo brainrot #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo fanfiction #🥩

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pugh-bug · 3 days ago

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First Christmas

Yelena Belova fluff x female reader

Could also be read as x any gendered reader as neutral language was used incidentally

This is just a super short fluffy fic I was thinking about while in my room staring at my Christmas tree thinking about Yelena and Nat. I’ll definitely be writing more Yelena stuff btw, she’s my wife afterall. Merry Christmas for anyone who celebrates🎄if this season/month is difficult for you I hope it passes as quickly and smoothly as possible and if not have an amazing time doing whatever you get up to x

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It was Christmas Eve, the first you’d had since meeting Yelena, and you wanted her to enjoy it fully. Whilst she was out you’d decorated the flat with an inordinate amount of rainbow Christmas lights. In each corner you’d placed tacky light up snowmen and on each table you’d placed various ornaments and trinkets from your personal collection of Christmas crap. As for the tree, that had been tricky, but you’d managed to put something quite nice together with the help of too much tinsel and ribbons.

When your phone flashed that it was 8pm you admired your handiwork, feeling satisfied and hopeful that Yelena would be cheered. There was always that worry she’d climb into bed without saying a word, covered in cuts you’d have to clean while she retreated into her head but when the door opened you knew it was a good night.

“Y/N!”

You struggled to search her face for signs of injury, distracted by her beauty that never failed to dazzle you. She dropped her bag, refusing to take her wide eyes off the decorations you’d laid before her. “Did you rob a toy store for me?”

“No but I would.”

You watched her reactions intently. “Do you like it?” Without hesitation Yelena beamed at you, outstretching her arms for a hug. “I love it, you are so sweet.” Her Russian accent shone through as she spoke in your ear, hugging you tightly.

“I made snowman cookies,” you gestured to the nearby plate as Yelena clapped her hands in approval. “And I’ve got a load of Christmas movies we can binge, if you’re up for it.” As your girlfriend excitedly flipped through the pile of dvds you’d brought out to play you glanced at the presents under the tree.

Yelena had only recently opened up to you about her childhood and how her parents weren’t really her parents and that Christmas wasn’t real for her, just for show. It had broken your heart to hear her so quietly recall opening empty boxes only to pretend to celebrate Easter a moment later for the camera. She deserved real presents, real memories and a real Christmas. You’d bought her a lot, you knew that, probably too much but she deserved it. She was your girl.

Yelena rolled her sore neck in a circle, trying to crack it. When it did she turned to look at you - watched you watching her every movement and smiled knowingly. “Pyjamas?”

“Trying to get me out of my clothes already Y/L/N?”

She was even more beautiful when she smiled, her large eyes lit up. They were so intense and emotive but soft and calming all at once, you felt a surge of love towards her as you watched her change. Neither of you had said it yet but the feeling was there and only growing stronger. As had become ritualistic, you kissed every scar on Yelena’s body before doing the buttons for her. Something about helping a Black Widow assassin with basic tasks made you both feel comforted. Safe.

“Elf or Home Alone first?”

Yelena shrugged and you remembered that of course she’d seen neither.

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You managed to make the cookies last until half 11 at night, then it was time to break out the quality street tin while you half watched Elf. “These are a-ma-zing.” Yelena grinned before scoffing several orange creams as you had the last green triangle. You beamed at her, feeling endlessly lucky that she was yours at all.

“I got you something…”

She can’t help it, her eyes narrow in suspicion. Why would you be giving her something?

“I know it’s not officially Christmas yet but it almost is.” You pulled out the bag from under the tree and passed it to Yelena whose eyes were glazed over. A bag? Just for her? Of…presents? She hesitated, looking at you for permission just waiting for it to all be either a joke or a dream.

“Open them, they’re yours.”

Her heart sang at your words. She opened the first enthusiastically: lipstick and lip liner for the bolder makeup she’d been enjoying recently. “I love this colour!” You grin, watching her open the earrings and heels next. Everything you bought was bold and beautiful, like her.

“If you don’t like them I’ll take them b-“ but before you could finish Yelena’s body hit your own as she pulled you into a forceful hug. You were sure in that moment, as her hair got caught in your earring and her fingers gripped your back, that she’d never held you so tight. “Merry Christmas.” You whispered, still holding her. She hadn’t told you but ever since the two of you had met, Yelena had been half expecting you to find some excuse to leave - that you’d find yourself unable to accept her or see her as a normal girlfriend. Nothing could have been further from the truth. She was everything and more.

“I love you.”

Shit.

You’d said it aloud. Hugging her back, burying your flushed face in her plaited hair you prayed for a do over. A pause button until she turned your head to face hers and kiss you gently. “I love you too.” she beamed. Something damp dripped onto your fingers that cradled Yelena’s face, that was when you realised she was crying. All of your body screamed at you to ‘fix this’ ‘help her’ but Yelena only rubbed your knuckles and kissed your other hand, a warm smile on her lips. “Finally, a good Christmas.”

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Masterlist

#marvel #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x female reader #yelena x female reader #Florence Pugh #x female reader #wlw #wlw marvel #mcu #black widow #yelena belova fluff #yelena belova fanfic #yelena belova fanfiction #x female y/n

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bluelightning16 · 1 day ago

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AU in which gladiator!Silver meets gladiator!Sebek in the Colosseum for the very first time…

Silver is, of course, a personal favorite of former-general-turned-filthy-rich-senator!Lilia, who chooses to sponsor him

Silver is the last heir of the old, fallen regime, while Sebek is a slave from a recently conquered colony

Though they initially begin their relationship with an argument, they find that their compatibility in combat is unparalleled by any other

Both boys quickly catch the eye of emperor!Malleus, who admires their grit and unexpected camaraderie

Sebek has hope that by earning the emperor’s favor, they might thrive in battle and eventually earn enough to buy their way out

Silver, on the other hand, is far more cynical; as more and more of the other gladiators fall prey to the Colosseum’s cruel machinations around them, he begins to sow the seeds of a revolt

At some point along the way, Lilia develops an attachment to the boys, and begins to argue with Malleus over the price of their freedom

Malleus, fed up with such irritation and what he perceives to be betrayal, throws Lilia into the arena with them

Now a highly endangered trio (the trials are only growing more sadistic by the day, due in large part to a certain disgruntled someone), they must find a way to escape, overthrow Malleus, and, perhaps, put Silver on his throne

In other words, I went to see Gladiator II recently and have massive brainrot, even though I really only watched half of the movie (the other half was being obscured by my hands RIP) :D

#twisted wonderland #twst #silver twst #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #sebek x silver #silver x sebek #sebesil #gladiator au

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disgruntleddemon · 1 day ago

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so i watched The Shining for the first time recently! i really enjoyed it! i thought it'd be fun to do an experimental screenshot redraw for it! i think it turned out p good all things considered

ghosts aren't usually my go to monster, but this was basically my fav way they can be done. distortions of reality/perception, and locations that actively want to hurt you. there's a reason i love the haunthing of hill house (book vers)

Jack was SO fucking creepy. i've heard ppl praise the acting before, but jesus they weren't kidding. every time he was on screen i wanted to crawl out of my skin. oh my god, he was so so unsettling. honestly, the whole damn movie had me like gripping my seat. i had to pause it a few times since it's so tense. big fan!

i went in pretty blind. i knew like, the scene where he's breaking down the door w an axe, or following Wendy up the stairs, but i didn't know how it ended, so i really was wondering if he'd kill his family or not. the sudden cutaway to this scene of him frozen was so fun, i love it!

#the shining 1980 #jack torrance #the shining #horror art #my art

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regulusrules · 2 days ago

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An explanation for the backstories I created in the epilogue of My breaths are run by your compass

1. In Arthurian legends, Merlin distracts Lot with a prophecy that makes him show up late to the battle.

2. Galahad, Lancelot’s son, is widely regarded as the most perfect knight in arthuriana. Merlin even prophesied that Galahad will surpass his father in valour. (I actually found this out after I wrote that scene. sometimes I surprise me). Also, in the legends, he was knighted after besting his father in a duel; the first and only time that Lancelot ever lost in a fair fight. Most adaptations mention the parallelism between him and Arthur, and how Arthur ends up choosing him as the greatest knight of all.

3. Odin’s son was canonically killed by Arthur. According to s2e2, “Odin's son challenged me to a fight. I had no quarrel with him. I asked him to withdraw. Perhaps he felt he had to prove himself. I can still see his face. He looked so scared...” So it was like a light switch; paralleling him as having magic but unable to use it freely. It’s also a loose interpretation based on Odin and Loki’s relationship in norse mythology and recent modern adaptations.

4. Merlin packs their home in the same purple bag that belonged to 1963 Merlin in The Sword of the Stone. This is purely indulgent because I recently just watched the movie for the first time ever.

5. All the kingdoms mentioned in bbc merlin were elaborated over in the epilogue, either by mentioning how they came to accept magic, or by explaining who ruled which lands.

6. The farm is on the northern outskirts of Camelot, meaning that all the years they spent there they were still connected to Camelot. It also means that they were always close to the Perilous Lands that Merlin revived.

7. The magic celebration took place on the ides of March, replacing the memory of the first ides they lived.

8. Similarly, the last scene in the fic takes place on Christmas Eve, giving us the ending we deserved through a full-circle narrative just like the title alluded to.

“This day I breathèd first. Time is come round,

And where I did begin, there shall I end;

My life is run his compass.”

- Julius Caesar

#merlin #merlin fic #the julius caesar au is completed you guys :’)#🤍#bbc merlin #ao3 #regulusrules fics #arthur pendragon #king arthur #merthur #merlin bbc #regulusrules metas #fic: my breaths are run by your compass

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morebird · 3 months ago

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The Shape

#michael myers #halloween #the shape #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd fanart #i watched the movies recently for the first time #and then i debated on how should i draw him but in the end he got the good old crotch shot treatment

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theoldkyokodied · 1 month ago

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Stuilly doodle dump (1/2)

(decided to split up this art dump after all, if you saw the first post i made... no you didn't)

#stuilly #scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher #stu x billy #billy x stu #can you believe that i hadn't seen this movie until recently?? honestly feels like back when i watched reanimator for the first time #once i'm through with all the work i gotta do for my classes i'm gonna draw them even more...

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commiearabgirll · 7 hours ago

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Oh buddy don't get me started (Proceeds to get started)

I've said this once and I'll saying it again; in this blog Lavrentiy Beria is a hero! End of story!

It's ridiculous how much he's did for the revolution and for the USSR, only to be discarded and slandered in the worst way possible by the very people he perhaps thought of as comrades.

Extremely unpopular opinion but I do not believe Beria did any of the shit he's accused of. The treason and espionage accusations are obviously bs but I genuinely don't believe the rape and pedophilia allegations.

He supervised the soviet nuclear program for fucks sake! That alone makes him a figure worthy of respect! I don't have the time or energy to mention everything he's done for the USSR- and believe me it's a lot! And yet he's slandered and treated like some lowlife scumbag criminal!

Lavrentiy Pavlovich is, as a person, very interesting to me. And all it took was a two hour documentary abt him to spark that interest. For some reason I've always found myself gravitated towards the excessively demonized, in a way. My first ever interest in history was sparked through watching documentaries and movies about the cold War, those usually being pro western Hollywood productions. But instead of hating or fearing the Soviets in those films, I found my 10 year old self charmed. I could go on about this point but to summarize; this interest in history eventually lead to interest in the USSR, and then communism itself.

I only recently took interest in the Bolsheviks themselves. Sure I loved and defended Stalin and Lenin, but believe it or not I knew little to nothing about the people surrounding them. For a long time Molotov to me was just the foreign minister of the USSR and nothing more, and I didn't even know Klim or Dzierzynsky!

Beria was one of those people. The latest one iirc. I never actually thought about him before that point, to me he was just another NKVD chief that was later shot, and found the circumstances a little strange yet a little funny (curse you, The Death of Stalin). But then I went on that spiral and found Russian documentaries and channels discussing Soviet history, and then everything started to make sense, including Beria. OF COURSE they'd spread all these lies about him! OF COURSE they'd erase him like that from the records- from the biographies and encyclopedias! He was too good! He was in their way!

I'm not saying he wasn't a revisionist, he was, but it's just extremely upsetting to see someone who did so much for the USSR be reduced to just a caricature of evil, and for shit he hasn't done...This man built Soviet Tbilisi! He cleaned up the mess of repression Yezhov has created! He was indispensable in the war intelligence effort and the transfer of Soviet industry beyond the Urals! It was under him that Trotsky was killed! He was involved in the early stages of the Soviet missle and soace program!! He oversaw the creation of the atomic bomb!!!

If it wasn't for Beria the USSR wouldn't have caught up to the west as fast as it did, so put some damn respect on his name!

for a few years now ive been wanting a fandom for the USSR similar to what they have over at frev or napoleonica and im pretty happy that it's now forming but i think we're focusing too much on the better people, where's the critical love for khrushchev "guys dni if you're a revisionist but also khrushchev is my pookie bear blorblo"

#phew #sorry pookie this stayed in the drafts for too long #lavrentiy beria

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