#oliver jager

[orsacchiotto-rugbista]

[rickyyysaurus]

Heyyyy it's been a while! I'm trying to get a but more serious about my ocs and their story, so I'm updating their designs! Also for Art Fight purposes lol. Anyways, here's Oliver Awksen, or Olli for short :]

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

The triptych of love, truth and .... - Farleigh Start

CW: cheating, dubcon

Farleigh had gotten you late for class. He pulled you through the corridors, but not before you could glance at a clock. 20 minutes had passed since the tutorial had started. But he claimed he knew how to get you there in a blink of an eye. Well you sure had blinked plenty.

"Why do I even bother with you?" You asked, clearly annoyed.

"Because I'm the only person you can stand in this school?" He said back. Before you could argue, and defend Felix, Farleigh very untactfully stormed into the room you two were looking for.

At the presence of a third (and a fourth if you count the teacher) person you quickly pulled your hand from Farleigh's. Who, by the way, was profusely apologizing to the teacher, with you nodding gravely. Upon hearing about your friend, the professor went on about Frederica Start, nee Catton. Catton. Catton. That name rang in your head as you looked at your left hand and the tacky diamond there. You were engaged to Felix Catton. A girl at 20 was about to be married to someone she didn't even love that much.

You sat down. No one asked about your name. It was as if you didn't exist, everyone thought that. Except Farleigh. Who, by the way had stopped talking. So you took your cue to focus on the essay being read. After hearing Farleigh and Oliver arguing back and forth, you simply mouthed "sorry" to the latter and left with a wave. The sun reflected off of your ring and shone in his face.

You had all but forgotten about Oliver. Somehow you didn't connect the dots when Felix told you about some guy fixing his bike. But at another night at the pub, when your fiancé invited him to the table, you had no choice but to socialize.

"Jägerbombs" Farleigh was chanting. You kicked him lightly under the table, a nonverbal "shut up". Felix saw that and pulled your legs towards himself, making you shiver at the touch of his exposed skin to yours. Oliver was shifty.

"Come on man, you can't snake out. Especially not on Lucy's favorite round." Farleigh protested, using you as a scapegoat.

"Lucy?" Oliver questioned, successfully diverting the attention.

"Don't mind Farleigh. He likes to play this little game where he calls me by a fictional name. And I have to guess which character he's referring to. Though I would have a harder time if I hadn't forced him to watch "While you were sleeping" with me."

You waited for a yes, but instead your friend made a buzzer sound. "Eh, think again. A room with a view. Now, loser, stop distracting Oliver and let him get the shots."

One of Felix's friends said something about the Jager finally getting you lucky. You shrugged and shrink into Felix. He flips that guy off. Your hand accidentally rests on Farleigh's thigh. He squeezes in briefly for support and lets go. By then, your fiancee is already helping his new friend at the bar. You quickly forget about the embarrassment as soon as the brown liquor hits your throat.

Sadly your hangover, is not as unexistant as your sex life. That's right, you had Felix's ring on your finger, but not much else. His parents were all for sexual liberation. For him. For you, it was literally needing to see blood on the sheets at the wedding night. Normally you wouldn't have cared and already slept with Felix. But with all that talk about how sacred your virginity is and how everyone would know you lost it, you were a bit scared. It's not like you didn't try to work around it. Makeouts, dry humping, hand jobs, blowjobs, you gave it all to Felix. You'd let him finger you, eat you out, you'd even pretend to consider his suggestions of "the catholic loophole". But even with that, he still needed to get his dick wet. That's when Annabel walked into the picture. You had seen them around flirting unabashedly at parties. He had even taken her to his room. You acted like that hadn't bothered you. But you sure were a bad actress. When he brushed you off, for Oliver in the sweltering heat you ran to your friend. Getting a few suspicious looks, you barged into Farleigh's room. Who was almost naked.

At your interruption he scrambled to cover up, pulling a book over his tight boxers. Ironically it was "I love dick" by Chris Kraus. You burst out laughing and so did he.

"I could leave." You suggested.

"I don't want you to leave .'' He says. ''Now, what did my fuckass cousin do this time, and more importantly, how will we use it against him.''

''He slept with Annabel. And might be sleeping with Oliver as we speak. I'm thinking, divorce.''

''You always go to that, dig deeper. I'm thinking blackmail. Or an eye for an eye, cheating for cheating.''

''As tempting as that sounds, I don't think there's a single guy within this school that a. knows who I am and finds me attractive enough and b. isn't scared of what Felix might do if he finds out.''

''I do.'' he replies and cups your face, lips dangerously close to yours, waiting. And you kiss him. And it's better that Felix, so much better. Before you know it, you're on his bed and your dress is on his floor. As his lips trail down your neck and towards your chest, you realize just what might happen.

''Farleigh, what are we doing? We should'' before you could say stop, he rolls your nipple under his fingers and you groan. His tongue is on the other one and you are desperate. You are fucking soaked. Once you realize just how turned on you were and that you were about to have an orgasm from your cousin-in-law playing with your tits, you crawl from underneath him with a ''I have to pee. Then I'm going.'' and you slammed the bathroom door shut. You close your eyes. You still see Farleigh. You attempt to just wipe away your arousal, but you give up and rub your clit to orgasm in the bathroom. When you get out, your dress is waiting for you. Farleigh is underneath the covers, but it's obvious what his hands are doing. Before you're tempted to help him, you leave. The freshman who sees you getting dressed in the hallway gets his next semester paid for, in exchange for silence. Saltburn is yet to come.

Felix brings Oliver. You mutter something about this becoming the plot of the Secret History. Farleigh takes to calling you Camilla. You take to flipping him off. Overhearing your fiancé give "his friend" the tour, you make sure that Felix's looks decent. When your future husband mentions the shared bathroom, you add

"Sometimes I'll use it as well. So make sure to not just leave it open. And well don't mention I was here. Seriously, don't wanna get in trouble. Felix's parents think that we're just gonna start doing it every time we're alone in a room."

"And they're right " Felix adds and mock humps you into the bed. You just roll your eyes and move from underneath him.

"I'll let my golden boy continue lecturing you. Don't want the Cattons think I'm into threesomes."

Before you could hear what the boys add as a punchline, you're gone. Talks with Pamela, dinners, breakfasts pass. Oliver is both not fitting and is. Farleigh is his usual self. You hate yourself for being attracted to it. But no one sees. At least that's what you think, until. The fucking field. Usually the "layout" was Felix, Farleigh, Venetia and you. That way there was still an illusion that you and Felix didn't see eachother naked. But this time, while you were stripping with V, she whispered to you.

"Can you be by my cousin? I wanna call Oliver over. And he won't see me unless I'm at the end."

"Sure", you replied without even thinking. But as soon as you saw the boys, you realized your mistake. You plopped down by Farleigh and he opened his eyes.

"Well,you're not who I was expecting." he said and quickly glanced at your ass. His smell, his voice, even his presence was making you wet. Thankfully Venetia comes to your rescue, by calling out Oliver. Who knew you'd be happy to see him. But just as you're about to see a lot more of Mr. Quick, the man next to you covers your eyes. But Venetia literally slaps away Farleigh's hands and they end up on your tits. You're as red as humanly possibly. All you can say is a warning about the thistles.

Oliver looks at you more. He notices how while reading Harry Potter you agree with Farleigh's threesome comments. How you're an unfair umpire in their tennis game. How after the ring, you suggest only the 5 of you watch another movie. How it features a stick and poke tattoo scene and you're raving about it, and how you somehow convince Farleigh to give you one. Oh, how cruel of you to want it on your pantyline, making Farleigh bend down and align with your pussy. And for you, to request to be branded with Felix's name, so heartless. But Oliver sees how conniving you really are when you claim that anything past the 1st letter hurts too much.

"That way you're pleasing both of them, aren't you, Cleo." Oliver says, looking between your fiancee and his cousin.

"I'll fix it professionally when I'm out of here. And I mean, if Farleigh uses the same intensity in poking girls as he poked me with the needle, then I know I've made the right choice." You snap. But that misunderstanding rocks the foundation between you and all of the men. So you set out to fix it.

You start with Felix. Not because you want to, but because it's easier. All you need to do is sneak into his room in a towel and nothing more.

"Thought you needed some help in scrubbing your back?". Felix practically rips off the towel and tosses you on the bed. Spreading your legs, kissing your neck, muffling your moans with his hands.

"Bathroom. Please. More soundproof." you managed to say. "You don't want Oliver to get jealous, do you?" you add. That's all it takes for him to literally sweep you away. Thank God for possessiveness. Felix draws the bath, gets in and lazily circles your clit. He's teasing you, determined to not even finger you. Something about only good girls getting to be filled. You whine and beg, plead for more. Truth is, you act. You couldn't give a fuck what Felix is doing to you. Your body is reacting. He's rubbing your clit, of course you're gonna feel good. His fingers were made for touching fine things, your pussy was no exception. Your mind whispers that he's had plenty of time to practice pleasing women. Your brain also sabotages you by replaying naked Farleigh on a loop. You're so close, gaze hyperfocused on your fiancee and the other's cock. The two men's features blend together. You moan in swear words, so you don't fuck up.

"Look at you, getting your cunt wet just from a little touching. That sensitive little pussy needs me so bad, huh? Well be a good future wife and come with me." With that, Felix finishes you off. Your body orgasm with him. 1 down, 1 to go. Your future husband looks like he'll fall asleep. Before he does, you ask.

"Should we move the wedding. Not too much. Maybe, the end of summer, somewhere before we start term? I just wanna already, you know?"

"Fuck? Come on, you just fucking drenched my fingers and you can't say fuck? Let's sleep on it."

You agree and sneak off to your next target. Farleigh has you do a stupid grovel mock apology. You walk in and spew 5 of Felix's secrets before attempting a sincere sorry. To nobody's surprise, your friend says,

"You were on thin ice, cause you were annoying as hell. But everyone else is way worse."

"Thank you and shut the fuck up.". Of course you talk it out. A conversation about masculinity, sexuality, male fragility and queerness. You argue which cis white men of his family line are the worst. He reminds you that it's gonna be your family line too soon. You kiss him to shut him up. He kisses you back to prove that earlier it hadn't been a mistake. When it all heats up and you go to straddle him, you see it. Oliver and Venetia. And you make Farleigh stop, yet again to look with you. But this time you don't bolt away from his room after. But you don't stay too long either.

Farleigh tells and you have to console Felix and act shocked. Now your fiance keeps you attached to his hip. You're there when he argues with Oliver. You're there when he talks money with Farleigh. Of course everything changes at the Henry's party. You know his family would call your closeness inappropriate. He pisses her off by instead pulling his sister in his lap. And you sit by Farleigh. Felix announces his leave soon after karaoke started, with an implication for you to follow. You wait, just enough to be pulled into a conversation with the same men you were supposed to avoid. The friend and the cousin. The perceived Casanova and the real one.

Farleigh poses the fuck, marry, kill as chuck, fuck, marry and you stifle a laugh. Then Oliver rebuts with the

"I think you're more interested in fucking me. Or, should I say, us? Don't act shocked, little Cleo. It's not your forte, I saw. You knew. And I know you did. I'm not sure how though. You're not important now. Maybe you never were." Oliver wounds you, in the way he only knows how. You tune out the rest of his convo with Farleigh. You can only focus on the glint of revenge in your friend's eyes. Farleigh plays a song. You hum it under your breath, waiting. You wonder if he's doing this for you. As Oliver sings, he is cruel once again.

"Farleigh, this is your song too. Hell, fucking take Cleo, don't you? You two certainly are used to dueting." You grip the microphone tightly and harmonise effortlessly with your friend about someone taking you to a restaurant off Broadway.

You expect Felix to come after you, like a rabid dog. But he's done with all of the bullshit around you. So you're on your own. Desperately needing a de-stress and unable to sleep, you turn to the only solution. Masturbation. You're so wet and desperate. Farleigh has been leaving you high and dry, too scared to actually be with you. Felix was depriving you, as a form of control. So you reached for the nearest phallic object, your hairbrush. This was a bad idea. But you needed something new, something different. Picturing only Farleigh now, you play with your clit. You slide your fingers inside of you. First one. Then a second. You pull them out and they're back rubbing your sweet spot. Then you slowly, carefully put the hairbrush before your entrance. You feel a slight pain at the stretch, but as soon as your pussy clenches against the new object, it's coupled with adrenaline and pleasure. Yep, that was it, you were getting married first thing tomorrow if the real thing felt like this.

You were so dazed by chasing your release that you didn't notice Oliver coming in to your room. He was surprised by the sight, but that didn't deter his plan. In a second his hand was muffling your mouth and the other had you by the wrists. You were led somewhere in the dark in a pink nightgown and and a hairbrush still inside you. As soon as your captor noticed its presence, he was focused on moving it back and forth ever so slightly. Little did you know, it was going to get worse. Unsurprisingly you were led to Farleigh's room. He was a very heavy sleeper, because Oliver managed to position you on top of your friend. Only when the hairbrush was taken out of you and clattered on the floor, did Start wake up. He was surprised, but his brain immediately went into overdrive when seeing you helpless.

"Are you going to behave Farleigh? If you don't, Cleo gets it." Before any of you could question anything, Oliver slaps his tip against your pussy. Then he takes the other man's dick and does the same. Farleigh is horrified, but somehow hard as a rock. He knows he shouldn't be. But the sight of you, dripping wet on top of his cock was clouding his brain.

"You see, Farleigh, one of us gets to deflower this pretty little peach. If you behave, it's you. If not, then I'll do it. Oliver whispers darkly. You start, pleading, begging for your friend to do it, to say yes. It intensified when you felt Ollie spit on his hand and rub both cocks against your opening.

"You don't want it either way, I can't go through with it." Farleigh says, because you just need him to make up his mind.

"I do. Definitely not like this. But with you, it's fine. It's not just the lesser of two evils. I need you inside of me. Ever since we kissed, that's all I think about."

Despite it still being very wrong, he said "I'll behave" to Oliver and pulled you flush against his chest. Farleigh gave you a second, before thrusting into you. It was the last act of gentleness he'd allow you that night.

Once he was inside you, he was like a crazed man. Farleigh held your waist, sinking you on his cock over and over again, making you bounce. Seeing you tired, he pulled out and kept his fingers in you as he changes positions. It doesn't go unnoticed how now you're drooling into the pillow, moaning, begging for his dick.

"You know I'm not done with you, right. Gonna make you come all over me. Gonna make you mine."

When Farleigh took you from behind, it was a whole new sensation. He's inside of you, so much deeper. His fingers move to rub your clit and you finish. Wet sounds fill the room, you're ready to feel him fuck you up forever when he pulls out. He thrusts in his fist and comes all over your ass. Both of you are too exhausted to move. You don't even care that Oliver was right there, the whole time, stroking himself in a chair. Felix's mom finds you, tipped off by the help.

You play it off as an irregular period. You claim that the pain was so strong, you seeked refuge in Farleigh's bed. Why he was half naked and you no longer bleeding? Farleigh never got to answer these, as he was kicked out on the spot.

Felix kept you around, God knows why. When you asked, he just mentioned something about how marrying damaged goods would be on brand. At least you slept with him too. He had to dig up Farleigh's STI records through some unsavory means before hand. That gave you the 14 days needed after an act to confirm that you were also not pregnant. Despite you being clean, Felix still fucks you with protection, going through a pack on condoms in a weekend, trying to claim you as his.

It works for a while. Then the Cattons take Farleigh back for Oliver's birthday party. Blood thicker than water, you guessed. Felix doesn't care. He has you in a room with Farleigh and India. He has the group go around you and make out with you. "You've kissed us two already, why no India too. Give us a show. I'm sure cousin dearest already has a stiffy from seeing you." You obliged, because everyone is too drunk and coked up to recall this tomorrow. Only Farleigh's kiss is still tender, all be it still lustful. He will remember. You both know it.

Felix is on his bullshit all night. Oliver obviously annoys him more than ever. You don't ask. And then your fiance suggest the 4 of you play hide and seek in the maze.

"More like hide the sausage, with these pairings." Farleigh whispers to you, entirely too loudly. So the other man does turn it sexual, coming up with some sort of predator pray roleplay chase by pairs. You run first, disappointed that Farleigh will be hooking up with India. In fact, as you round a dead end close to the center, you hear them going at it. You turn to your captor and it's not Felix. Farleigh eats you out on his knees, as you're pressed against the maze wall. You come in a minute and you're asking him to whisk you off so you can return the favor. Despite everything in your systems, the both of you manage to fall asleep together. It was the last time you'd get a sound sleep in your life.

Morning comes. You search for Felix. After his mom finds him, you just cling to Farleigh. You know, but you refuse to see. The man with whom you were supposed to live out the rest of your life was dead.

You go to lunch. You have a seat by Farleigh, and you link hands with his under the table. James shoots you dirty looks as you play with the food. Oliver talks and talks, pretending not to hear you mutter shut up incessantly. When Farleigh speaks up, Ollie delivers his final blow.

" I'd be guilty too if I was racking up lines and fucking the dead person's fiancée"

James casts you both out. So you go, hand in hand, forever leaving Saltburn.

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Shadowgast Recs: Based on A Movie/Book/TV Series

This week, we have fourteen shadowgast fics that were based on a TV, movie, or book series. Check under the cut for fics based on This is How You Lose the Time War, The Witcher, Ghostbusters, and more! As ever, don't forget to kudos or comment if you like them!

Lucidian Rim by literalfuckinggarbage (60266, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

A Pacific Rim AU with Caleb as the burned out Jager Pilot and Essek as the one who has never been drift compatible

Reccer says: Drift Compatibility is a great way to explain Caleb and Essek's connection, and I love the other little bits of worldbuilding, too

To be Defeated and Victorious by basically_npr_trash (6394, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

While on a mission for Master Ikithon, Bren receives a letter from a mysterious Dynasty stranger offering a tenuous olive branch. Bren's rational side tells him to burn it immediately, but something pulls on him to follow through. Based on This is How You Lose the Time War

Reccer says: I love all of the clever and strange places that they hide the letters and absolutely amazing love confessions

Another Time, Another Place by Operafloozy (9780, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek and Bren travel through time attempting to assassinate each other before falling into a collaboration (and in love.) Based off of This Is How You Lose the Time War.

Reccer says: Nothing says Shadowgast like rewriting reality to be with each other.

More Things in Heaven and Earth by kaeda (76998, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Magic in aeor goes VERY wrong. Essek and Caleb end up in Tusk love as Oskar and Guinevere.

Reccer says: This started out as a riot but then it actually gave me some major feels (I totally cried and reading this and that is the highest of compliments) I did not anticipate. I enjoyed every second of this ride it's the parallel universe Tusk Love fic I didn't know I needed.

some things time can't fix by Chrome (25930, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek is arrested for treason and gets his daemon severed. The Nein try to find a way to save them.

Reccer says: This is such good hurt/comfort

into the desert of your pitiless faith by burningdarkfire (24913, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

A Memory Called Empire Fusion. Essek is a newly-arrived ambassador in Rexxentrum, Beauregard is his assigned cultural liaison, and Caleb is the consecuted soul at the back of his mind. Empires and Dynasties do not serve: they consume.

Reccer says: An amazing take on the source material, with plenty of twists and turns

Breaking Inertia by futureshieldmaiden (31096, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb and Essek get stuck in a time loop, and have to work together to get out of it. Based on Palm Springs

Reccer says: I loved Palm Springs, and I love the dynamic and secrets and forced intimacy of being stuck in the time loop together.

Cat's Paw by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi) (20628, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A Shadowgast Witcher AU with Caleb as a Witcher and Essek as a sorcerer

Reccer says: I liked it!

you must first invent the universe by renquise (3466, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Imperial Radch AU. AKA, what if they were spaceship AIs?

Reccer says: I liked it!

little annihilation by 06151126 (6605, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: power difference, manipulation (minor)

Only one chapter so far - Greys anatomy but the m9 are interns at the hospital. Caleb wants to be the first to operate with Dr. Thelyss

Reccer says: This chapter was so brilliant! The author has medical field knowledge, and it shows. It also stuck fairly close to the first episodes of Greys which was lovely.

a guilty thing, a fearful summons by Anonymous (8593, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: canon typical body horror

A very loose ghostbusters AU, where Caleb and Essek are rival ghostbusters

Reccer says: The first chapter was just published, but I already love the characterization and the premise!

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with a recurring theme: Works in Progress!

[dailyanarchistposts]

It’s pretty rough being an Israeli anarchist these days. On a good day you are dismissed as irresponsible and naive, ignorant of history and blind to reality while your dedicated, life-risking activities are, at best, an easily-absorbed tantrum in the Nanny State. And that’s on a good day. The normal treatment is a bit less savory. You are violently despised, branded a fifth column for Iran and al-Qaida, and all the beatings, tear-gassings and shootings you and your comrades endure are gleefully cheered on, alongside the usual calls to put the anarchists up against the wall.

In his May 24 “Power & Politics” column “Anarchy has its place”, Elliot Jager is just the man to give you a bit of both. After a rhapsody of belittling rhetoric designed to brand anarchists as irrelevant, we are back with the usual vitriol and bad faith: well-rehearsed cheap shots, stock phrases and smug moralizing alongside harangues of abuse and dehumanization of the enemy. Hate, not reason, is behind the accusation that Israelis who take direct action against the Segregation Barrier effectively aid those who would murder Israeli civilians. This is manipulative nonsense.

Get real — as if every publicly dismantled roadblock or hole in the segregation barrier isn’t closely guarded and soon repaired by contractors. At most we’re costing the state some money and man-hours. The main thing that happens is that everybody gets to see our weekly demonstrations violently repressed. Symbolic actions are only the most visible part of a much wider struggle that includes more sustainable actions, from interfaith dialogue to the accompaniment of olive harvesting to joint ecological projects, as well as demonstrations, publishing and educational work. The point of all this is not only to dismantle barriers but to get the army out of Palestine, dismantling the entire regime of occupation with its apparatus of death, imprisonment and confiscation. We are not interested in better managing of the conflict — we want to end it by reconciliation among enemies.

AND THAT’S just for starters. Jager invokes Leviathan, Hobbes’s metaphor for the State. It is the sovereign to which everyone supposedly cedes his autonomy, so as to avoid a war of all against all and a precarious life that is “nasty, brutish and short.” This is what we are told about human nature. Now tell me one thing: If you don’t trust people to get along without rulers, how can you possibly trust them to rule other people? Leviathan is not as Jager imagines it. The cadaverous beast is an artificial social machine of domination, with living human beings as operating parts. We all fuel the matrix of hierarchical and coercive institutions, and we can destroy it by constructing a new society from the grassroots even as we confront injustice. Leviathan speaks from the mouths of those who apologize for having lost faith in their capacity to make their own history. Those who know they can do so reject its easy lies. People with this kind of analysis don’t inhabit cafes and art galleries. And so when Israeli activists get out of their comfort zones and put their bodies on the line for the future, suddenly they’re a threat.

THERE ARE remarkable parallels here to the civil resistance to the withdrawal from Gaza — a self-organized, grassroots campaign of disobedience and direct action if there ever was one, brutally repressed by the forces of the state in the name of majority rule. Many anarchists, by the way, opposed the disengagement — as they would any armed unilateralism toward citizens or non-citizens under military occupation. The truth is that Israeli anarchists are demonized because their actions are coherent and bold. The joint Palestinian-Israeli struggle transgresses the fundamental taboos put in place by Zionist militarism. Alongside the living example of nonviolence and cooperation between the two peoples, the struggle forces Israeli spectators to confront their dark collective traumas. Israelis who demonstrate hand-in-hand with Palestinians are threatening because they are afraid neither of Arabs nor of the Second Holocaust that they are supposedly destined to perpetrate. Notice how everything comes out when the anarchists are vilified: the fear of annihilation, the enemy as a calculated murderer, and victims’ guilt expatiated through the assertion of self-defense and just war as unexamined axioms. And this is threatening on a deeper level than any hole in the fence — but, then again, anarchists didn’t get their reputation as trouble-makers for nothing. Refuse communion at the edge of the Abyss. “Disimagine” this nightmare disguised as reality, where victims of victims victimize each other until one day we are all blown away to Kingdom Come.

We can still break out of the vicious cycle of drawing the justification for present atrocities from the living memory of the horrors of the past — if only we realize that in doing so we are playing into the hands of all those who mean to rule us. AS FOR ourselves, in manifesting our solidarity with Palestinians we have no intention of romanticizing their struggle, or of hiding our opposition to anyone who would rule the peoples of this land. Rather it is a question of starting to practice desertion, refusal, sabotage, attack against every violent authority, all coercive power, and every state.

[phandomtaleweaver]

“Chien de Garde”

No parings, fluff, humor, 700+ words

New to the team, Finka always get the feeling she’s being watched when she talks to Doc, Monty might be able to tell her why

(Please don’t come at me for my French or Russian, I used google translate)

Only a week after the team had returned from Truth and Consequences, Finka visited Doc in the med bay for the first time. The conversation had been innocuous, some follow up about the Chimera Virus. The doctor had been working in the main area of the med bay, rather than his office. After leaving Lera couldn’t shake the feeling that she and the doctor were being watched. Nothing terribly sinister, just the simple feeling of being observed. Thinking back, Finka didn’t remember seeing anyone else in there, as Jäger, the only patient, had moved back to his own room, where he was far more comfortable.

Over the next couple of weeks Lera noticed the same feeling, but only when she was talking to Doctor Kateb. She thought about asking him about it, or Oliver, except the latter might start a fight. Finally, after three weeks, Lera had had enough, so she approached the next closest person to Gustave to see if he knew anything: Gilles “Montagne” Toures.

She approached him one quiet evening in the common room. Most other operators were doing their own things elsewhere or had gone out to the pub for a pint and Lera and Gilles were virtually alone in the common area. Gilles sat on a couch reading a book titled Le Comte de Monte-Cristo. She sat on a chair catty corner to him and he looked up.

“Um, hello, Toures, I hope I’m not interrupting your reading.”

The older man chuckled, a rich, warm sound and shook his head. He then inclined his head for her to continue.

“I have an odd question, but one I don’t know who else to ask,” she watched his face for any adverse reaction, but none came. He merely maintained his previous warm expression, waiting patiently for her to continue. “Do you ever feel like you're being watched when you talk to Doctor Kateb?”

The Frenchman looked incredulous then seemed to think for a moment. “Non,” he finally responded. “But I may know what you are-” he paused searching for the word “-signifier, oh, what you mean.” He stopped speaking, realizing his faulty English was probably hard to understand. “I know, what the feeling you have, I understand it. You are aware of Gustave’s “Chien de Garde”. His, uh, guard dog.”

“His guard dog?”

“Oui, I can introduce you.”

“Why not?” Lera chuckled, still slightly confused.

Gilles stood and beckoned for her to follow him, “Viens.”

The two walked to the med bay together in companionable silence, and a bit of anticipation on Lera’s part. Upon arriving Lera saw the med bay looked empty, aside from the doctor organizing something. The minute they were fully in the room, the CBRN specialist felt like she was being watched.

“Bonsoir, Docteur,” Gilles greeted.

“Salut, vieil ami. добрый вечер, Lera. What brings the two of you here so late? Not an injury I hope.”

“Non,” Gilles smiled, with just the slightest hint of mischief in his eyes. “Lera wanted to meet your Chien de Garde.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes and shook his head. “He is in my office if you wish to speak with him.” He turned back to what he was doing.

“Not any more,” a voice said from the doorway of the aforementioned office. Lera looked and there stood Dominic Brunsmeir. Lera had never met the man formally, but he had been waiting for the team when they had returned from T&C, only to remain at Jager’s side till he was released back to his own room. She had heard jokes and whispers about him possibly being a drug dealer, though she doubted that. She realized in that moment that his intense blue eyes observing her was the feeling she had felt all those times talking with the doctor.

“I don’t see why you find it necessary to terrorize everyone, Dom,” Gustave sighed, breaking the silence.

“I'm not terrorizing anyone, artz, just keeping you company,” the German smiled, attempting to look innocent and failing.

“You are as good at keeping me company as Tania would be, you just like to lurk,” the doctor shot him a faux glare. Then turning to Lera he continued. “He hangs around me to make sure no one bullies me, though I don't need it. I think he just likes to scare people, hence the nickname Gilles and Julien have given him: Chien de Garde.”

[riflebrass]

I made some jagerschnitzel tonight.

For the Jager sauce I started by chopping up a packet of pre-peeled garlic, 3 shallots, and 6 brown mushrooms. I fried them up in a little olive oil with 3tbsp of flour and about 1tbsp of beef base. The roux kinda stuck to the bottom of the sauce pan so I scraped it with a metal spoon to get it free. After cooking the roux for 5 minutes I mixed in about 1/2 cup of sour cream and mixed again then added about 2 cups of water. Honestly I didn't measure the water. I just poured some in and stirred it while bringing to a boil so that it would thicken. I probably should have done half a cup less but the sauce came out good anyway.

For the schnitzel itself I didn't really have a recipe for the seasoning so I kinda winged it. I started with thin sliced pork chops. You're supposed to start with a kotlet and hammer it thin but my down stairs neighbor doesn't like that. I made a flour dredge with garlic salt and some herbs to flavor. Stage 2 was a simple egg wash made with an egg beaten with some milk. Stage 3 was the breading itself. I used bread crumbs seasoned with more garlic salt, some garlic powder, black pepper, and cayenne pepper. I fried it in some avocado oil just a little above medium in a skillet. After pulling them out of the oil I set them on a cookie rack on top of a pan to drain the extra oil off while I fried the rest.

For the cauliflower I took a whole head, rinsed it, made a mix of olive oil, garlic salt, basil, and thyme. I poured it over the cauliflower then roasted it in the oven at 350. After about 45 minutes of roasting I popped it on the bottom rack, uncovered it, and broiled for 15 minutes. It still came out kinda crunchy. Should have given it longer.

The mashed potatoes were just some instant mix. Use some hot water, added a little extra butter, blah blah blah nothing impressive.

With the exception of the cauliflower the rest was really good.

[misseffect]

10 mutuals I'd like to know better

Tagged by @serendipitys-teapot @iheartgarrus @diaphanouso - thank you!

Last song I listened to: fresh bruises, Bring Me The Horizon

Favourite content to watch: Monster Factory, F1 compilations and dog grooming videos lmao

Favourite games: Mass Effect, RDR2, Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, the Ace Attorney series

Favourite colour: don't really have one? but I wear a lot of olive / khaki green

Favourite animal:

Favourite food: I feel like I've talked about it before but there's this Moroccan-spiced veggie stew with fried halloumi that we make almost every week in my house. So good.

Sweet, spicy or savoury: savoury

Current obsessions: Mass Effect (always) and Formula 1

Last book I read: currently reading my grandma's copy of The Colour Purple

Last thing I Googled: "thank you cards multipack"

Relationship: very recently married! Like last weekend! Hence Googling thank you cards 😅

Fun fact: my undergrad degree is in English Literature and Creative Writing but I cannot for the life of me win a game of Scrabble and that fact annoys me endlessly.

Tagging @shepgarrus @otemporanerys @dispatchwithlove @possumteeths @kalliesa @garriante @helila @kesla @jusbeinkt @angry-jager if you haven't already done it!

[rottingfern]

25, 26 and 28 👀💗 (blessedwithabadomen, stupid tumblr not letting me send asks from my sidebog)

25 - would you say you have good taste in music?

undoubtedly yes. anyone who disagrees is wrong

26 - spice level tolerance

There is a Sichuan restaurant where I live that allows you to choose your spice level, 0-10 (10 being just like. Insanely hot). I usually choose 8-10 because I like feeling like my insides are on fire

28 - last meal on earth

This is a tough one because I love food like a lot. To start, probably a bowl of hot and sour wonton soup. Then I'll get a giant sushi boat, like the kind you're supposed to share among a group of people except it's all for me. Then I'll go for something lighter to give myself a break, like a juicy caprese salad with heirloom tomatoes, super fresh mozzarella, a really nice olive oil and flaky salt, a side of super fresh crusty bread to mop up all the oil and tomato juices - the works. Then, a bowl of kimchi and a shot of Jager. For dessert, chocolate ganache cream cake with a super fresh strawberry on top. All of this is paired of course with a 5L box of the cheapest, shittiest pinot grigio and yes I will be drinking the whole 5L because it's my last day on earth duh

[orsacchiotto-rugbista]

[ohthisisgonnasuck]

The saddest part: there are some real drinks that are just as fkn disturbing. I have had people order these, with a straight face:

Fumble (1/1 : fireball/jager) Duck fart (google it, I can't even type it without gagging) *idk what it's called, but it's 1/1 : tequila/pickle juice A fizzy martini ... yep, a martini with club soda + she wanted a lemon

And a Texas staple: Mexican Martini... It's [99% of the time] premixed margarita, with olive juice.

anyways . who wants to see some atrocious cocktail recipes i came up with running on 2 hours of sleep.

[dailyrugbytoday]

Crusaders host Blues in first semi-final Super Rugby 2023

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https://thedailyrugby.com/crusaders-host-blues-in-first-semi-final-super-rugby-2023/

Crusaders host Blues in first semi-final Super Rugby 2023

In the opening round of Super Rugby Pacific 2023, the Crusaders and Blues will square off in a replay of the championship game from the previous year. When competing for a position in the Super Rugby Pacific final this weekend, the Waikato Chiefs, Canterbury Crusaders, ACT Brumbies, and Auckland Blues will all have history working against them.

The top-of-the-table Gallagher Chiefs have named an experienced squad for the match against the ACT Brumbies on Saturday, and they have their sights set firmly on the Super Rugby 2023 championship.

Clayton McMillan, the head coach of the Chiefs, says the team is “relishing” the chance to compete in a semifinal at home in front of their devoted fans and whanau.

The squad is extremely determined to deliver a performance they can be proud of because we can feel their presence. We have named an experienced team that is young, fit, and eager to work, claims McMillan.

How to Watch Crusaders vs. Blues Semi Final in Australia

The Crusaders’ clash with the Blues will be shown LIVE on Stan Sport.

Coverage will be live and ad-free on Stan Sport, slated to start at 4:30 pm with kickoff expected at 5:05 pm.

The Crusaders vs Blues Rugby semifinal kicks off at 7.05pm on Saturday at FMG Stadium Waikato.

blues vs crusaders 2023: Super Rugby Semi-Final in Christchurch.

Crusaders vs Blues Squad

CRUSADERS (1-15): Tamaiti Williams, Codie Taylor, Oliver Jager, Scott Barrett (c), Quinten Strange, Sione Havili Talitui, Tom Christie, Christian Lio-Willie, Mitchell Drummond, Richie Mo’unga, Leicester Fainga’anuku, Jack Goodhue, Braydon Ennor, Dallas McLeod, Will Jordan

RESERVES: Brodie McAlister, Kershawl Sykes-Martin, Reuben O’Neill, Dominic Gardiner, Corey Kellow, Willi Heinz, Fergus Burke, Chay Fihaki

BLUES (1-15): Ofa Tu’ungafasi, Ricky Riccitelli, Nepo Laulala, Tom Robinson, James Tucker, Akira Ioane, Dalton Papalii (c), Hoskins Sotutu, Finlay Christie, Beauden Barrett, Caleb Clarke, Bryce Heem, Rieko Ioane, Mark Telea, Zarn Sullivan

RESERVES: Kurt Eklund, Jordan Lay, Marcel Renata, Cameron Suafoa, Adrian Choat, Sam Nock, Harry Plummer, Stephen Perofeta

Referee: Angus Gardner

Assistant Referees: Ben O’Keeffe, James Doleman

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Misc OCs!

[riflebrass]

Alright! Dinner tonight I'm planning on making jagerschnitzel, roasting up a whole head of cauliflower, and making some garlic mashed potatoes. Cauliflour has been covered in a mix of olive oil, garlic salt, basil, and thyme. It's wrapped in foil and sitting in the oven as we speak. Just finished chopping up some fresh garlic, shallots, and mushrooms for the jager sauce. Going to fry that up a bit before making the roux and finishing the sauce.

After the sauce is ready I'll let it sit on the back burner while I set up the fry station for the schnitzel.

The mashed potatoes are just some instant spuds because I don't want to cook all THAT too lol.