#klion

[plitnick]

Bernie Sanders' refusal to call for a ceasefire in Gaza is alienating his base

Only one US senator has called for a ceasefire. You’d probably guess it would be Bernie Sanders, who has established himself as the leader in the Senate in supporting Palestinian rights, even if that is damning with faint praise. But it is not Bernie, but Dick Durbin of Illinois who remains the only senator to call for a ceasefire. Why has Bernie explicitly refused to call for a ceasefire? I…

[misty-moth]

Ikeprinces as cat gifs

Part 1

Jin Nyandet:

Catvalier Mewchel:

Catvis Lemewch:

Lion Domptpurr:

Yves Klaws:

Lickt Klion:

Neko Klion:

Luke Nyandolph:

Part 2

[inkingthingsintotrees]

biggest foreshadow about the affair is that hera-klion, capital city of crete absolutly littered with temples to hera is aparently poseidon's city

[axcel-lucci]

Law with small "touches"

Trafalgar Law x reader

(Y/n) was talking with Ikkaku and Klione about a project they were working on, which was upgrading the sub's turbo thrusters.

Law grinned once he had turned the corner and saw (y/n) talking to the two in front of them with their back turned to him.

Then his grin darkened when he had a delicious idea...

He composed himself and walked up to them.

Though as he stood beside (y/n), he had his hand on their hips, grazing their ass a bit.

But they failed to notice

"Hmm? Oh, hey law! We were just talking about upgrading the sub, what you think?" (Y/n) asked

"Oh yeah? Let me listen to what you have planned so far." He smirked down at (y/n)

They then started listing off all the possible modifications on the sub to make it more faster and durable

To Law's credit, he listened.

So he nodded and smiled, "that's honestly quite smart. Well, you guys think of that while I finish my job, I just stretched my legs a bit. Okay?"

"Alright." (Y/n) smiled

But before he left, he placed his hand on their ass and squeezed it playfully making them help as he walks away, laughing

"What happened?" Ikkaku asked (y/n) who was now blushing intensely

"He just fucking...!" (Y/n) can't even say it without being ashamed or embarrassed so they just covered their blushing face with a clipboard.

'i am so gonna edge him until he passes out tonight.' They frowned.

[argyrocratie]

"We have good reason to worry about this: As Israelis count their dead, politicians in Israel and the US call for Palestinian blood in direct, genocidal language. “We are fighting human animals and we will act accordingly,” said Israeli Defense Minister Yoav Gallant yesterday. “Finish them, Netanyahu,” said former Ambassador to the United Nations and Republican presidential candidate Nikki Haley. “Neutraliz[e] the terrorists,” said Democratic senator John Fetterman. Jews share memes about the highest number of Jewish casualties since the Holocaust, not bothering to ask who, right now, is being ethnically cleansed, or how many massacres of this size Gaza has seen in the last dozen years. This language deploys the bombs that fall on Gazans from the sky, leveling whole neighborhoods, wiping out families without warning, huddled in their homes because they have nowhere to flee. “There are body parts scattered everywhere. There are still people missing,” one man north of Gaza City told CNN. “We’re still looking for our brothers, our children. It’s like we’re stuck living in a nightmare.”

We will likely soon see this genocidal impulse spread, as the Israeli government hands out automatic weapons to West Bank settlers, many of whom were already armed eliminationists. In this way, Jewish grief is routed back into the violence of a merciless system of Palestinian subjugation that reigns from the river to the sea. It is mobilized by US politicians who support Benjamin Netanyahu and his extremist government, which has intensified Palestinian death and displacement and disappeared any hope of a diplomatic solution. It is marshaled to drum up support for sending weapons to Israel, even as we know that, as Haggai Mattar wrote in +972 Magazine, “there is no military solution to Israel’s problem with Gaza, nor to the resistance that naturally emerges as a response to violent apartheid.”

(...)

On October 7th, my own feelings fluctuated wildly. My first feeling was fear. To listen closely to the genocidal language of this Israeli government over the past year has been to live in terror of the day they would find the excuse to pursue it. Writing in n+1, Jewish Currents contributing editor David Klion recounts the words of a campus activist in the wake of 9/11: “They’re already dead,” he’d said on the day Bush declared war on Iraqis, their fates sealed. I felt these words in my body, sobbing loudly in front of the screen. There were also bursts, very early on, of awe. I watched the image of the bulldozer destroying the Gaza fence again and again and cried tears of hope. I watched Palestinian teenagers seemingly out joyriding in a place half a mile away that they’d never been; a Gazan blogger suddenly reporting from Israel. But these images were quickly joined by others—the image of a woman’s body, mostly naked and bent unnaturally in the back of a truck; rooms full of families lying in piles, the walls spattered in blood. I wanted desperately to keep these images separate—to hold close the liberatory metaphor and banish the violent reality. By the time I began to accept that these were pictures of the same event, I was distraught, and contending with a rising alienation from those who did not seem to share my grief, especially as the scope of the massacre came into view.

(...)

Part of what has made the experience of this event feel so different from the status quo—and so different to Palestinians and Jews—comes from the fact that Palestinians were undeniably the actors, for once, not the acted upon. The protagonists of the story. I consider it an enormous failure of our movements that we have not been able to build a vehicle for that kind of reversal in any other way thus far. Our Jewish movements for Palestine were not powerful enough to stop other Jews from gunning down Palestinians in peaceful marches at the Gazan border fence, or to keep Palestinians from being fired, harassed, and sued for speaking the truth about their experience or—God forbid—advocating the nonviolent tactic of boycott.

And now, we do not have a shared struggle able to credibly respond to these massacres of Israelis and Palestinians. With all of the work that many Jews and Palestinians have done to reach toward each other over the years, I believe at heart it is this failure that is now driving us apart. There is no formidable political formation that I know of that can hold the political subjectivity of both Jews and Palestinians in this moment without simply attempting to assimilate one into the other. No place where Jews and Palestinians who agree on the basics of Palestinian liberation—right of return, equality, and reparations—are poised to turn the synthesis of these two subjectivities into a coherent strategy.

(...)

One of the most terrible things about this event is the sense of its inevitability. The violence of apartheid and colonialism begets more violence. Many people have struggled with the straightjacket of this inevitability, straining to articulate that its recognition does not mean its embrace. I am reminding myself that it was from Palestinians, many of them writing and speaking in these pages, that I learned to think of Palestine as a site of possibility—a place where the very idea of the nation-state, which has so harmed both peoples, could be remade or destroyed entirely."

...

-Arielle Angel, “We Cannot Cross Until We Carry Each Other” (October 12, 2023)

[readingsquotes]

The city of Gaza, home to more than half a million people a year ago, lies in ruins, with much of its surviving population crammed into unsanitary refugee camps in the southern end of the Gaza Strip that Israel has also bombed and from which there is no escape. In January, Oxfam calculated that Palestinians were dying at a daily rate that exceeded civilian casualties in any other recent conflict, including Syria, Sudan, Iraq, Ukraine, Afghanistan, or Yemen. An International Court of Justice ruling that same month determined it “plausible” that Israel has committed acts of genocide in Gaza. This is to say nothing of the war’s expansion beyond Gaza, including Israel’s major attacks on the occupied West Bank and in Lebanon, killing hundreds more civilians in recent weeks.

For the most consistent and left-wing critics of Israel’s occupation, this inventory of horrors has become rote, while for Israel’s far-right governing coalition, it is an inventory of successes. In June, the Israeli government tweeted a video in which a freed hostage says, “There are no innocent civilians in Gaza,” and if one accepts that genocidal premise then it follows that Israel’s slaughter has been productive. Israel and its left-wing critics may be diametrically opposed in their goals, but they agree on some basic facts: that Israel is ruthlessly pursuing the destruction of the Palestinians of Gaza, with no regard for moral niceties or international law, and with the unapologetic belief that Jewish life is sacrosanct and Arab life is worthless.

...What the historian Rashid Khalidi has aptly characterized as a hundred-year settler-colonial war on Palestine is rendered, in the liberal Zionist imagination, as a tragic conflict between two peoples alike in dignity—though it is obvious most liberal Zionists identify more strongly with the people who are dying less.

...the liberal Zionist position: unshakeable support for Israel and its war paired with boilerplate criticism of Netanyahu’s wartime leadership, as though that were somehow separable and unrepresentative.

...By scapegoating Netanyahu, who has dominated the Israeli political system for most of the past fifteen years, liberal Zionists have been able to preserve in their imaginations the idealized Israel many of them fell in love with decades ago—the Israel that was founded by secular socialists from Eastern Europe and that branded itself as a paragon of enlightened governance, even as it engaged from the beginning in colonization, land theft, murder, and expulsion on a scale that Netanyahu’s coalition can only envy. By denying the essential nature of the Zionist project and its incompatibility with progressive values, liberal Zionists have also been in denial at every stage about the war to which they have pledged at least conditional support. They have insisted that the situation is “complicated,” which is the framing Ta-Nehisi Coates absorbed during his tenure at the predominantly liberal Zionist Atlantic, and which he denounced as “horseshit” following a trip to the occupied West Bank in the summer of 2023. “It’s complicated,” Coates told New York magazine last month, deriding that common talking point, “when you want to take something from somebody.”

[protoslacker]

There’s a pervasive censoriousness right now—conservatives denouncing liberals, liberals denouncing leftists, leftists denouncing other leftists—that’s immediately familiar from the days and weeks after 9/11. Somehow, the upshot of all the denunciations and condemnations is the right’s unchallenged hold over the discourse, and, more importantly, the ultimate facts on the ground.

David Klion at n+1 Magzine. Have We Learned Nothing?

The comparison is apt

[wanlittlehusk]

“They’re already dead,” I recall a campus antiwar activist saying to me on the night Bush announced that the US had begun bombing Iraq. He was right; hundreds of thousands of Iraqis were about to die in Bush’s folly, their fates already decided. At the time I understood and somewhat appreciated what the activist was saying, but I also was parochial enough to wonder whether he even cared about the Americans at Ground Zero who were literally already dead (never mind that Iraq had nothing to do with what happened to them). Today, though, his words echo in my head as I think about the Palestinians in Gaza, and the agony of knowing that they’re already dead no matter what any of us feel or think or say.

[fiercynn]

On October 7th, my own feelings fluctuated wildly. My first feeling was fear. To listen closely to the genocidal language of this Israeli government over the past year has been to live in terror of the day they would find the excuse to pursue it. Writing in n+1, Jewish Currents contributing editor David Klion recounts the words of a campus activist in the wake of 9/11: “They’re already dead,” he’d said on the day Bush declared war on Iraqis, their fates sealed. I felt these words in my body, sobbing loudly in front of the screen. There were also bursts, very early on, of awe. I watched the image of the bulldozer destroying the Gaza fence again and again and cried tears of hope. I watched Palestinian teenagers seemingly out joyriding in a place half a mile away that they’d never been; a Gazan blogger suddenly reporting from Israel. But these images were quickly joined by others—the image of a woman’s body, mostly naked and bent unnaturally in the back of a truck; rooms full of families lying in piles, the walls spattered in blood. I wanted desperately to keep these images separate—to hold close the liberatory metaphor and banish the violent reality. By the time I began to accept that these were pictures of the same event, I was distraught, and contending with a rising alienation from those who did not seem to share my grief, especially as the scope of the massacre came into view. “I have anti-Zionist Jewish friends who are rightfully scared,” writer and reporter Hebh Jamal wrote in a recent Mondoweiss article. She observes how, despite all their sympathy for Palestinian suffering, this may be the first moment such allies are tasting the fear—and the state of mourning—that has been real for Palestinians for decades. She has also lost someone this week—a cousin, 20 years old. “I do not rejoice over death. I rejoice over the possibility to live,” she writes, and as such “I cannot condemn the militants if I believe even for a second that there might be a possibility of all of this finally coming to an end.” Hebh describes the sense of possibility that many Palestinians have felt in these events, as they have disturbed—perhaps only momentarily, it remains to be seen—the dominant paradigm in which they are condemned to die waiting for their freedom, as so many other nonviolent avenues to liberation have been punished or ignored. Her reaction appears common to so many of the Palestinians I know and trust that I must try to feel my way into it.

- Arielle Angel, editor-in-chief at Jewish Currents [x]

[and-then-there-were-n0ne]

Years ago, Russiagate enthusiast David Klion really uncorked one.

It’s incredible how many years I wasted associating complexity and ambiguity with intelligence. Turns out the right answer is usually pretty simple, and complexity and ambiguity are how terrible people live with themselves.

This was handy to me, in the sense that it perfectly encapsulated the exact opposite of everything I believe. I remember reading this and turning it around in my head, over and over; I imagine a sociopath viewing it the way Patrick Bateman viewed that business card. It’s perfect. I mean, the sentiment behind it is utterly demented, but it’s still perfect, beautiful in the same way a virus is beautiful under a microscope.

I don’t even really know how I’d go about defending the essential concepts of complexity and ambiguity in the abstract. I guess I would point to the indisputable existence of chronic and intense complexity in our world. Like the complexity inherent to the proof for Fermat’s Last Theorem, primogeniture in the British aristocracy, the relationship between extradimensional geometries and the potential for reconciling general relativity and quantum mechanics, the linguistic dynamics of the Voynich manuscript, microtonal music, the geopolitical conditions that led to the Yemen-Saudi Arabia conflict and the tangle of alliances involved, Brownian motion, the anthropology of the Kula ring, programming a physics engine for a 3D video game, technical architecture involving uneven distribution of load-bearing elements in a limited space, escaping saṃsāra, parsing the various levels of linguistic etiquette in the Korean language, solving the Riemann hypothesis, rendering realistic computer-animated human faces in variable lighting, the history of anarchism and its various schools, the line of succession for the office of Holy Roman Emperor, Hungarian language case structure, Bernoulli’s principle, Microsoft Excel, black holes, the internal politics of the Chinese Communist Party, the legacy of brutalism in contemporary architecture, Finnegans Wake, cricket, Heiddegger’s dasein, making the perfect pizza dough, and literally every other thing that has ever crossed the human mind. You can wash your hands of nuance all you like; you live in a world that will always defy your clumsy, reductive efforts. Life’s complexity is irreducible.

But it’s not just that complexity is ubiquitous and inevitable. It’s that complexity is good. Complexity is what makes life interesting, and complexity is what makes art enjoyable. We have brains that have developed an exquisite ability to parse complicated, multivariate information - the fact that you are reading these words right now and understanding them is a miracle of raw processing - and we crave the opportunity to exercise them. We create all manner of strange hobbies specifically because they’re intellectually taxing, like those guys who do Rubic’s cube-style puzzles that have dozens of blocks. Overly simplistic games like Tic Tac Toe quickly bore us, and we go looking for deeper challenges. We inject our art with symbolism and reference in order to connect with it on a deeper and more satisfying level. Recently, the dominance of simplistic stories of good heroes and bad villains has robbed movies of some of their essential power. The injection of absurd rules into what stories can be told in Young Adult literature has rendered the genre a wasteland. Morally, the ability to traffic in complexity is absolutely essential, as the basic task of ethical development lies in expanding the moral imagination, and you can’t achieve that unless you’re willing to imagine that there are things about another person that go beyond your simplistic impressions, that they suffer under problems that are too (yes) complex for you to fully understand. Life would be powerfully boring without complexity.

Ambiguity, meanwhile, is just the state of most of life. We’re ambivalent, about most things, most of the time. I think that’s good, but either way - it just is.

I was inspired to remember Klion’s little koan by this bizarre piece of therapy-speak nonsense from Adam Grant in the New York Times. Grant is one of those 21st-century hucksters who peddle pseudo-psychology to unhappy people, dressing up everything they already want and think and feel in a patina of legitimacy derived from self-help ideology. The modern American cult of therapy takes a useful and necessary medical practice, meant for specific contexts and purposes, and generalizes its habits to the entirety of human life. Its folklore exists to justify what insecure people can’t justify for themselves. Narcissistic personality disorder is thought to occur in less than 1% of adults, and yet every ex-boyfriend in this country suffers from it. Curious! But not actually curious, given that an army of opportunists have built careers out of telling people just that kind of story - everyone you don’t like is a sociopath; every time you don’t get everything you want, you’re experiencing trauma; every conflict you get into, about anything, ever, is evidence of a toxic personality in the other person. Are you sure your boss is just another human being with legitimate pressures and needs, and your disagreements the product of the inevitable friction that results from a universe where friction is inevitable? Or could they be operating under the influence of the Dark Triad??? Sure. Why the fuck not. This is what therapeutic rhetoric has become, in this culture, an excuse architecture for every spare selfish impulse you ever have. And people like Grant get rich peddling it.

(That word, toxic - I think it’s a fallen soldier, at this point, a write-off. It has been applied so liberally, and so witlessly, that it no longer has any value. I’m sure I’ll still use it, out of habit, but today it suffers from a uniquely intense combination of lack of meaning and relentless overuse.)

Grant’s concern today is, I’m not kidding, the evil of ambivalent relationships. He presents several studies that show that, when we traffic in ambiguous interactions with other people, the stress takes a physical toll. He writes, “The most toxic relationships aren’t the purely negative ones. They’re the ones that are a mix of positive and negative.” Puzzlingly, Grant does not define what the actual boundaries of an ambiguous relationship might be; how would such a thing be quantified? InterPersonal Ambivalence Units (IPAUs)? I’m torn here, because taken literally that line means that the most toxic relationships are those that do not fall clearly into a binary of perfect affection or perfect enmity. Which, of course, is a category that includes every human relationship, ever, in the history of human relationships. To read more generously, we might take it that Grant means that relationships that don’t pass a particular threshold of certainty when it comes to friend or enemy status are the most toxic. But where is that threshold? If we’re going to be justifying all of this with reference to scientific research, shouldn’t there be some level of scientific precision in the essential question of what relationships are actually toxic? The studies here don’t inspire me with confidence; they’re exactly the kind that keep failing to replicate, and when you check how they’re operationalized, it’s always some sort of dubious self-reported scale. I don’t know. I’m confused as to who and how this helps.

The notion that human relationships fall simplistically and reliably onto a linear spectrum of “positive” and “negative” is so fundamentally contrary to my lived experience that I don’t really know how to begin here. We have multivariate, inscrutable, often unknowable personalities; these personalities are shaped by innumerable Byzantine internal forces and by a relentless stream of formative experiences. The notion that any two personalities are going to interact with each other in some kindergarten polarity of positivity and negativity seems farcical, just mathematically. And, personally, I find that ambiguous relationships can be among the most stimulating. In particular, they can be very sexy - when you’re first getting to know someone who might be (but might not be) a potential romantic interest, that ambiguity, that not knowing, is one of the best parts. Of course, sometimes the way that not knowing plays out is that you’re interested in them and they’re not interested in you, and it hurts. But that’s how it goes; it’s precisely the chance for failure that makes success sweeter. [...]

I would like to summon a charitable reading here, but there’s a kind of too-cute maximalism that makes it hard. Grant writes that “Even a single ambivalent interaction can take a toll.” Even a single ambivalent reaction! My God! What are we to take from this information? I’m not sure if this is common knowledge, but we are a mortal species with finite lives that evolved by chance on an indifferent rock in a universe devoid of transcendent meaning, cursed to watch those we love die around us until we die in turn. We exist on a planet where our genetic endowment compels us to be selfish in pursuit of food, sex, and status, and there are 7 billion of us, all competing for limited resources and jockeying for status in competitions that are often inherently zero-sum. I’m going to go ahead and suggest that never having a single ambivalent interaction is perhaps an unrealistic expectation for anyone. And this gets to this paradox of self-help woowoo that I’ve talked about before: the vision of healthy human life becomes so unattainable that people end up developing guilt and shame over their inability to live without guilt and shame. Being “self-actualized” is just another unfair expectation nobody can reach. Which is perverse! I genuinely cannot comprehend what supposedly-therapeutic purpose is served by telling people that even a single ambivalent interaction is going to “take a toll.” Who is this helping?

Ambivalence is an invitation for rumination.

Well, yes, Adam. Yes it is. You’ve got me there. So, how could rumination be bad?

We agonize about ambiguous comments, unsure what to make of them and whether to trust the people who make them. We dwell on our mixed feelings, torn between avoiding our frenemies and holding out hope that they’ll change.

Again, this is presented as though what’s discussed is obviously something that we must try to avoid at all costs. But why? Is agonizing over things really that bad? I think I’ve done a lot of growing by agonizing over things in my life. That’s just part of the endowment of being a person, agonizing over things. Why are mixed feelings unhealthy? In a world this complicated, with relationships that are so full of interlocking and unconscious dynamics, aren’t mixed feelings unavoidable and ultimately benign? And why are we assuming that our “frenemies” are the ones who have to change? Is there really no chance at all that we’re the ones who should change? This gets to another point of mine about all this weird “everything is therapy all the time” self-help horseshit: life is full of zero-sum interactions between people with competing and legitimate interests. [...] This whole world of pop psychology insists that the individual is sacrosanct, that anyone who deals with insecurity or anxiety or self-doubt is the victim of injustice, and they are entitled to do whatever they want to self-actualize. But what do we do when two people are trying to self-actualize in ways that conflict with each other? I have no idea, and I don’t think these gurus know either. [...]

And, as I so often do, I have to say to this general ideology: the purpose of human life is not to feel comfortable all the time, bad and dark feelings are an essential part of being a person, and while you are entitled to having your physical self protected, your material needs met, and your basic autonomy respected, you aren’t entitled to never feel pain, sadness, insecurity, anxiety, self-doubt, or that you’re “invalid.” Society could never accommodate such an entitlement, and it’s a bad goal anyway.

[444names]

swiss cities + ukrainian forenames

Aargdorisa Aarne Albineuzna Aldena Alikaig Alina Aliyl Alwil Anach Anamen Andra Andrana Anjeldelgg Anthey Anthutia Antorgen Appet Arkon Arson Arteina Artel Artenz Artrestäfa Artry Astallya Aufeitei Aveyro Avheingena Avhel Avhen Avhenz Avhurina Baarus Bachayi Bachline Berginessa Berij Biermana Bieslav Bikton Binge Bingen Binswilia Birschwil Bohda Bohdarii Bohdau Bohliya Borisia Boystyna Brandrau Brosoliya Bruntia Bucern Burgen Chrysla Copfina Copfinna Cossna Cotentya Cromyanne Croslaylon Cudmyta Cudorg Culina Cullimen Dankiv Darija Denna Dianna Dimile Dmilio Dmilo Dübenburg Düberij Düberiya Ebikolosyi Eduarans Eduaria Ekarigen Elémofikon Emille Ersemgary Erylo Evgen Evgenst Fayiasca Fayiz Fedeln Fedig Fedija Galastuhl Galeksyi Galen Galia Ganaubov Gench Georsen Glavra Gostina Gremmelda Gresyp Greuvetti Grugg Grütigen Haliyana Haltdor Hanayis Handriy Hanne Heifen Heingen Henbern Henti Hofin Horiya Hryskon Hurnevko Ihoryia Ineuhlen Ineuk Iryslavyd Irysta Isainfen Italyj Ivanda Ivarbov Izollen Katal Katalyz Katangen Katinasta Katofen Katofika Katonach Katoss Katten Khrya Khryhorf Khrytror Killya Klach Klana Klion Kliyakiv Kosoix Kossa Kossandiya Kostasta Kregliariy Kriyaksyi Ksennayer Kyromana Kyryhofiya Könia Köniy Küsna Küssa Landana Larburg Larden Larudmiy Larva Larygorija Laryn Larzhey Lastäfa Lavana Lavdiya Lavolon Leklisiya Lessa Levhen Liliy Lillo Lingen Lingena Lioug Liuda Liudmian Ljudmyl Ljudor Lodym Lotein Lubor Luboudmyl Luchwyz Luganaya Lutre Luttel Malen Mandrii Marana Maranz Marati Margy Marii Mariswien Marnisa Maromar Marten Marwalar Marwaliya Maxymyana Meinamen Meita Menda Mihachwyz Mihalis Mihaya Mofen Moriy Mougg Murika Mutia Muttiy Mychau Mychausia Mychâten Mykhamana Mykon Mykytal Mykytrya Myriya Myromyl Münia Münsburge Naden Nadignyana Nadym Nastona Natan Naten Natia Natiesanid Naton Nattwil Nianuy Niktorn Ningiya Nyach Nyangenia Nyonikon Nyurii Odange Ofszel Oksiez2 Olavlo Oleck Oleksana Olencher Olenes Olenna Olensee Olentos Oleriana Olerij Oleuvennex Olexanayi Olhafiktos Olhaisen Olhayi Oniandr Oriktorg Orygoris Orytalliya Oxanayi Paldens Paliaruyid Palingen Palyna Paylys Petas Plaustya Prauboman Pullield Pylav Pylon Rayingena Regenzburg Regostan Remga Riess Rocaryst Rochalynay Roglaufen Roksau Roksij Roliestaly Romail Romainna Romana Roningene Roslanya Rossoia Rostei Rosya Rouda Rougen Rouriy Rozach Rudorylo Rütia Sakiv Samel Sariya Sarun Schena Schenina Schesia Schka Scopfikton Semga Seriya Seromünste Sersfeliy Sersiouriy Serstya Serys Siano Siasina Sièreina Spier Spierlano Splügens Stalen Stallia Stard Steina Steinna Stingen Storg Styna Stättenst Svila Svisianuyi Tamita Tariach Tarika Taris Tarys Tataliy Tatepana Tatia Teklia Tetia Tetina Tetja Tetterg Tetya Tetyn Thuntria Thusen Uliya Ulyil Untruga Uzlia Uzlistäfa Uzwilavyd Uzwina Vadija Vadiy Vadiya Valetya Valiandra Valiy Valtdorb Valwina Valyj Valyna Vannexanna Varynay Vasia Vasin Vasten Verhyi Verij Verremylo Versemeln Vetana Vetruyi Vevana Victorb Vikolo Viktolion Vioriss Vioudana Viranyl Vitalen Vitaryina Vitazij Viten Vitromaia Vitrorf Vitryna Volketta Vollschlex Walatstäfa Walenhorch Walina Waltst Walys Warva Warylo Wetrossen Wettwilio Wiedens Wilern Worgdorf Woricharg Wäden Wädeorre Wädera Yakirheriy Yaksa Yaksiy Yanas Yandrina Yankira Yegentorg Yegey Yeglenti Yevano Yevey Yevgens Yevhentens Yevkon Yoslan Yoslancy Yoslau Yukhal Yulikont Yullingen Yullo Yullschl Yuria Yurina Zofszel Zorchaya Zorieniana Zorierhen Zorneun Zugannins Zuria

[winningthesweepstakes]

Who’s in Charge? by Stephanie Allain & Jenny Klion, illustrated by Marissa Valdez

Who’s in Charge? by Stephanie Allain & Jenny Klion, illustrated by Marissa Valdez. Candlewick Press, 2024. 9781536226508 Rating 1-5 (5 is an excellent or a Starred review): 4.5 Format: Hardcover picture book What did you like about the book? This simple, attractive picture book asks who’s in charge of various body parts (nose/toes, lips/hips, eyes/thighs) then moves on to snap/clap,…

[mattpayton]

The One Vice Presidential Pick Who Could Ruin Democratic Unity by David Klion

[axcel-lucci]

Happy birthday, my love.

Trafalgar Law x male!reader

A/n: it has some weird smut because it's 11:38 pm when I made this.

My masterlist

"Of course captain wouldn't want to celebrate his birthday... he thinks birthdays are... exaggerated" Shachi huffed while explaining that to the crew

"So... what, are we just gonna keep silent for the whole day?" (Y/n) questions, he is the crew's scribe.

Him and the emo captain have gotten along since day one, which was a plus since they have to work closely together to keep the needed documents updated and organized nicely.

So it was honestly a rumour that those two were dating, they are actually not. They would consider themselves "platonic".

But for the crew, it doesn't seem that way for the said emo captain.

The way he looks at him, the way he acts around him, even the tone and the way he speaks to him is different than the rest.

It's obvious that he likes (y/n), but it seems like it wasn't obvious to the man since he isn't catching.

Actually, he did. But he just brushed it off as him over exaggerating it and thinking it was a friendly tone.

The crew had enough of said "charade" and never ending "gazes from a far", "sexual tension", as well as some "awkward glances at each other" everytime.

So since it was the captain's birthday... the crew wanted to give him a gift.

And (y/n) was an accessory.

"Huh? Me??" (Y/n) grumbled as he wrote down some notes that were needed to proceed to the next island, "what the hell do I do? Distract him while you guys prepare for a surprise party? Shachi already said it himself, captain wouldn't want a celebration."

"When we meant 'accessory'... we actually meant..." penguin muttered as (y/n) slowly lifts his head to glare at penguin and the crew

"Go on..."

"Uh-..." penguin sweats rather harshly

"Look... we just want to give captain one gift, (y/n), ONE GIFT!" Ikkaku said, "so please help us...!"

"Ugh..." he groaned, "fine. As long as you count my contributions."

"Everyone has their own contribution!" Shachi grinned brightly

"What gift...?" Bepo asked, "I wasn't informed!"

"Don't worry Bepo, your part is the most crucial part because you'll be the one delivering the gift to captain!" Klione smiled as the bear brightened up and nodded

(Y/n) just sighed as he placed down his glasses, "what do you want me to do?"

"Here." Shachi said, handing him some juice, "because it'll be a long one..."

He rolled his eyes before drinking the juice and listening to their ridiculous plan of buying what they think the captain would like and stuff them into a big box with his favourite colours as wrapping and ribbon.

While they spoke, (y/n) could feel himself start weaken a bit, head spinning, and the vision started to get blurry.

And until he knew it, he was already knocked out

"Sorry we had to drug you (y/n)!" Ikkaku cried, "please forgive us when you wake up!"

"If he can walk after what we'll do." Shachi muttered, as a shiver ran up his back

"Eh? What'll we do?" Bepo asks innocently

"Don't worry Bepo, everything will be alright" Klione said

"Okay..."

Later...

"Here." Ikkaku smiled as she viewed her hardwork.

A big box with all the contents wrapped inside in black and yellow wrapping paper with it's matching black ribbon

"Carry it over to captain carefully, okay? It's kinda heavy so be careful, oh! And tell him to enjoy his gift as we'll be out tonight." Shachi advised the bear.

"Huh? Where are we going?" The bear asks as he lifts the box, "oh wow... this IS heavy..."

"Yep!" Penguin chuckled, "now as soon as you tell him your goodbyes, let's all go out for drinks, we also kinda booked a hotel so that captain can enjoy his gifts in peace."

"Hm...? Why would-"

"We actually gave captain a lot of Sora, warrior of the seas comic" Klione whispered to Bepo as the bear gasped.

Law would always want eace when reading, even comics.

The bear soon nodded with excitement, "no wonder it's heavy! Alrighty, I'll join you on the deck as soon as I deliver this."

The crew nods as Bepo left with the box

"Really sorry, (y/n)..." Jean bart said

"I hope captain gives you mercy..." the rest of the crew muttered.

...

Bepo knocked on the door of Law's bedroom door as Law himself opened it with an annoyed look.

He was slightly annoyed nobody even greeted him "happy birthday" but he kinda wished this upon himself.

"Happy birthday captain!" The bear said happily, "this is a gift for you, the crew made it and we all contributed to it!"

Law sighed with a chuckle, "oh? I see... tell everyone thanks"

"Oh, and captain... Shachi said that we'll be out drinking tonight and we booked a hotel so you'd enjoy your gift in peace" the bear informs as he placed the box gently inside his room

"Oh? How... considerate..." he grumbled before Bepo excused himself.

"Goodnight captain, I hope you enjoy your gift!" Bepo said before leaving in such a happy mood

"What do they mean by that...?" He muttered, before shaking his head, closing the door and locking it as he always does.

Law soon walked up to the big box and pulled on the big ribbon that held it together, removing the lid, he almost died of nosebleed when he saw (y/n) passed out inside.

(Y/n) himself was partly naked other than what seemed to be a man's lingerie that weekly covered his body, tied up by shibari ropes, and inside were also some... "toys" for them to play with.

He was also blindfolded and a gag in his mouth.

Law gulped thickly before reaching inside and pulling him out.

(Y/n) started to wake up only to realize he was bound by xsomething in a dark surrounding and mouth covered with a... ball?

"Calm down..." Law's sexy voice calmed him, wait, law?!

"Mmhf-!"

"Shh..." law hummed as he could feel himself start to grow and his pants a little tighter than he remembers, "I've got you..."

He placed the man down on the bed before removing the blindfold in his eyes.

(Y/n) basically scanned everything and only noticed he was in nothing but lingerie when the cold air of his room bit his skin, as well as Law looking at him like he was some meal he wanted to devour.

"Looks like the crew played you good" Law smirked mischievously

"Mmh- mhf!"

"Let you go, you say? Ahh... but it is my birthday... shouldn't I enjoy my gift?" Law basically grinned at him with a smug look

(Y/n) scoffed as he tried to break free only for Law to get out of bed and back to the box to retrieve doem things and return while he was busy getting out of the ropes.

"Come now... be a good little boy and listen to daddy" Law chuckled when he saw (y/n) swallow thickly.

He lifted his tied up legs against his chest and bit his lower lip when he noticed how the lingerie had a hole around the ass area.

"My, my... the crew certainly knows my taste..." he chuckled as he kept the legs in the air just long enough for him to coat his fingers in lube and rub the younger man's hole deliciously.

It made (y/n) jolt with pleasure as the cold liquid, matched with Law's warm fingers, was now abusing his back hole by rubbing it and even entering a finger inside only to pop them back out. He let out a whine unexpectedly and throw his head back as the captain continued to toy with the now wet hole.

"Hey now... I don't want you coming. Alright?" He smirked as he placed his legs back down before grabbing the underwear part of the lingerie and basically ripping it off the scribe's body making the wearer gasp, "oh look... you're awake."

Law now played with (y/n)'s hard dick, pumping it, licking the precum off, and squeezing it until law was holding what seemed to be a small metal wand

"I think you can scream but thanks to the gag, it'll be muffled. Only I can hear." He smirked as he brought the small wand down to his dick and swirling the said metal rod around before the tip, that was slightly pointed, pressed against the slit of his already hard dick.

He tried to tell him not to do it but he pretended not to see and continues to pushing the rod inside the slit making him moan against the gag and throwing his head back as well as his eyes rolling to the back of his head in a weird pleasurable feeling.

The rod had small bumps embedded into it so he felt that as well until the rod was fully inside, his dick tried to leak precum but was stopped by the wand. It was twitching and he couldn't control it.

"Mmhh... what a pleasing noise..." law smirked as he lifted his legs up again and slowly pressed the tip of what felt like... wet rubber. And it was cold, giving (y/n) a shiver.

"This dildo is oddly shaped... but I'm sure you'll be able to handle it." Law smirked as he gasped when he felt the sudden push of said toy inside.

It wa indeed oddly shaped, giving more pleasure than anything.

He moaned against the gag until Law paused to take the gag off and continue pushing the toy inside until it was all the way in to the base.

(Y/n) panted heavily with saliva while gazing at the ceiling.

The immense pleasure makes him want to cum but he can't die to the rod stopping it from coming out.

"C-captain please... let me cum..." he moaned with stammered moans.

"What about... no." Law laughed, "you don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment and I am not letting this go."

And with that, Law continued to play with his hole, in different ways than one.

What? The box had all the toys Law wanted to try on (y/n), why not use it?

And after all those, he saved the best for last.

The rope was long gone as (y/n) clutched the bed under him, his chest against the mattress and a pillow keeping his already tired hips up, much to his own dismay since it was giving Law full view of what he had done to abuse the scribe.

"T-this..." (y/n) swallowed before moaning, "daddy... please." He cried.

It honestly gave Law the feeling of pride as he saw him cleanch around the big vibrator inside.

"Mmhh... look at how big your hole is..." he muttered while smirked and slowly pulling the toy out, "but don't worry... last toy."

"D-daddy pretty please...!" (Y/n) begged as he gasped as the pop sound when he pulled the toy out entirely.

"What was that? I don't hear ya." Law chuckled as he pushed the anal beads inside at once making (y/n) gasped and cry out loudly.

"D-daddy... please... let me-- ah-~" (y/n) cut himself off when he pulled on the string and one bead came out.

"Don't worry, I'll remove it... later." Law mused as he watched, and heard, (y/n) cry out from everytime he pulls a bead out until it was all out, "should I use a condom or just lube...?"

"D-daddy..."

"Alright. No condom" he grinned as he removed the rod from inside the scribe's body in one swift pull making him cry loudly and instantly cum out loads.

"Oh my... so much." Law brought a hand up and started to lick his hand clean of his mess while (y/n) watched in sick fascination until he was finished, "I did such a number on your hole" he smirked once he parted his cheeks to see the clenching hole.

"You did that...!" He whined making the other laugh out loud before snapping his hips against him, making his whole length go inside without warning and the scribe to moan out like a cow.

Law continued to thrust ever so strongly against the younger one's ass as the other moaned like a cow in heat.

"How does it feel? Talk to me."

"L-law...! Ah- please...!"

"Don't worry, I'm close." He smirked before finally releasing his hot and heavy load inside.

"Law...!" He moaned before slowly resting against the bed, heavily panting.

Law remained stuffed inside as he pushed the toys off the bed and laying down, still inside the younger man and pulling him close.

"Best birthday ever..." law muttered before kissing (y/n) deeply

"Law... you're still-"

"I know, I know... just... stay like this, I'll pull out later" he smiled, "but I'm serious... best birthday every"

(Y/n) could only muster a small huff, "happy birthday, my love..." he muttered before passing out to sleep

Law smiled softly and kissed her shoulder, "I love you too..."