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pzeudoendotrizine Ā· 3 months ago
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random pics from my folder with over 3000 cyberpunk photos ;-) im trying out new hair styles for vix but might stick with her normal bobs
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typomachi-themoth Ā· 1 year ago
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I just fucking now realize that I never uploaded the amazing art pieces that are these ultrakill doodles I made while trying to explain some tech to my best friend.
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esyra Ā· 1 year ago
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After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.
Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.
Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.
By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.
When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.
Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.
Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue skyā€”she hasn't seen the clouds for a while.
Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be aliveā€”I'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.
For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.
Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.
That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 yearsā€”get used to it!
So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.
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People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.
Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."
They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.
Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.
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theonottsbxtch Ā· 3 months ago
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Can we get part 2 of secret sister by any chance? loved it
Secret Sister Part Two | OP81
a/n: i need you to know that i sat in my bed giggling and kicking my feet when i saw this and iā€™m currently sat in the airport at 6:35 am giggling writing this šŸ¤
fc: sophia birlem & pinterest photos
requests: open
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hungry for hungary šŸ¦
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yourbestfriend: that caption gave me the ick
ynnorris: you love me
yourbestfriend: i really donā€™t know why i do
userone: shes going to watch the gp!!!
usertwo: begging for cute oscar photos
userthree: look at her watching quali šŸ„¹
logansargeant: first gp?
ynnorris: yessir
logansargeant: enjoy!
userfour: why is oscar holding her upside down?
oscarpiastri: dragging her away from build a bear
ynnorris: you and i are not friends anymore
landonorris: there is NO way i just found out youā€™re coming to the gp VIA INSTAGRAM
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new spotting in the paddock! lando norrisā€™ newly revealed sister and oscarā€™s girlfriendšŸ‘€? lando introduced his sister to the world on her 21st over 8 months ago for safety and privacy reasons. her and her brotherā€™s teammate hit it off quite quickly after that, making his first move in norrisā€™ comment section. the two of them keep their relationship as private as they can but we canā€™t deny that when they do feed us the crumbs, we love all of it. according to yn, this is her first ever gp. canā€™t wait to see oscar and her together!
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userone: has anyone checked in on lando?
yourbestfriend: heā€™s throwing up in the toilet rn
usertwo: itā€™s nine months of their relationship in a week plzšŸ˜­
yourbestfriend: he still complains
userthree: ahhh cant wait to see her!
userfour: hopefully i meet her šŸ™‚
userfive: the IT couple
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so so proud of my boys <3
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oscarpiastri: love you šŸ¤šŸ§”
userone: someone tell her sheā€™s gotta pick a side
usertwo: mclaren did lando so dirty
userthree: guys she can support both her brother and boyfriend
userfour: dickrider
landonorris: love you lil sis x
userfive: how can you post this knowing mclaren stole a win off your brother and gave it to your boyfriend
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my first f1 win, couldnā€™t have done it without a lot of people but my pr manager said i had to keep this short and sweet
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ynnorris: congratulations my love šŸ¤šŸ§”
landonorris: congrats mate!
userone: you were done so dirty oscar
usertwo: lando deserved that win
userthree: fuck mclaren
maxverstappen1: well deserved!
userfour: lol
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well deserved win for osc, spa next šŸ”œ
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phone call between lando and yn
l: yn? are you okay itā€™s 3am?
y: lando iā€™m scared
l: whatā€™s wrong? are you in your hotel room?
y: iā€™m in oscarā€™s but i donā€™t want to wake him up, iā€™m in the bathroom
l: whatā€™s wrong?
y: i keep recieving really mean messages and even some death threats, i should have listened to you and not made my account public iā€™m so sorry for not listening to you lan-
l: yn itā€™s okay, itā€™s not your fault, unfortunately this is what comes with this sport.
y: iā€™m scared
l: listen i want you to wake up oscar and tell him how youā€™re feeling right now. heā€™ll be able to comfort you right now, tomorrow morning weā€™ll speak to our pr and see what they say but try and get some sleep, wipe your tears and wake osc up okay?
y: iā€™m so sorry
l: you didnā€™t do anything wrong, iā€™m sorry youā€™re feeling the brunt of our stuff.
y: love you lan
l: love you ynn
oscarā€™s hotel room 3:17am
Picking herself up off the floor, yn glanced at her reflection in the dimly lit mirror. She wiped away the tears that had been streaming down her cheeks, wincing slightly at the redness that had set in. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and attempted to make her face look presentable. With a final sigh, she opened the bathroom door and stepped into the dark bedroom. Her eyes softened as she took in the sight of Oscar, lying peacefully in bed, his face serene and calm.
Despite the turmoil inside her, she couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked, lost in his dreams. Pushing her guilt and insecurities aside, she made her way over to his side of the bed. Gently, she reached out and tapped his shoulder. "Osc."
Oscar stirred slightly, his eyes remaining closed. "Yeah?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "You okay?"
Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to begin. "I..." she faltered, then continued, "No, not really." Oscar opened his eyes just a fraction, enough for her to see the concern etched in his sleepy gaze. "I saw what people were saying about me online, andā€”"
Before she could finish, Oscar reached out and pulled her into the bed beside him. She sat at the edge, struggling to hold back more tears as he gently took her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. He let out a soft, disappointed sigh. "I'm so sorry you had to see that."
"It's not your fault," she replied, shaking her head.
"And it's yours?" he countered gently. The way he said it made her realise how misplaced her thoughts had been. "Come here." He pulled her into his arms, and she nestled against him, feeling the warmth and safety of his embrace. Oscar held her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the cruel world outside.
"They were really mean," she whispered, her voice cracking.
"I know," Oscar murmured, his breath warm against her bare shoulder. "Unfortunately, it's something we drivers get used to, but it's always rough for someone new to the world of F1."
She let out a small, breathy laugh. "Talk about being new to the world, quite literally." A faint smile tugged at her lips. "Lando said heā€™d talk to his team tomorrow."
"We'll talk to the team tomorrow," Oscar corrected softly. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. "Hey, how about you tell me about your new project? You haven't mentioned it yet." His tone was gentle, encouraging, as if trying to distract her from her worries.
Yn looked at him, her heart swelling with love. The tears that had threatened to spill moments ago were now replaced by a shy, bashful smile. "Have I ever told you I love you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Oscar's eyes sparkled with affection. "Once or twice, I'm sure, but definitely not enough."
A warm, contented feeling settled over her. "I love you, Osc."
He smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead tenderly. "I love you too, more than anything." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and added, "No matter what anyone says, you are amazing, and I'm so proud of you."
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this past weekend was tough on both mclaren drivers, decisons were made and oscar and lando are both excellent and talented drivers. lando is my brother and oscar is my boyfriend and best friend, there will never be a day where i chose between the two of them when theyā€™re on a podium. i love them both so deeply and i will never pick a favourite.
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spa next weekend and summer break with this one
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landonorris: good riddance, sheā€™s driving me up the wall
yourbestfriend: why are you always carrying her like that?
oscarpiastri: she canā€™t be trusted with money
ynnorris: love you šŸ¤šŸ§”
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fabaulti Ā· 1 year ago
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I think most of us should take the whole ai scraping situation as a sign that we should maybe stop giving google/facebook/big corps all our data and look into alternatives that actually value your privacy.
i know this is easier said than done because everybody under the sun seems to use these services, but I promise you itā€™s not impossible. In fact, I made a list of a few alternatives to popular apps and services, alternatives that are privacy first, open source and donā€™t sell your data.
right off the bat I suggest you stop using gmail. itā€™s trash and not secure at all. google can read your emails. in fact, google has acces to all the data on your account and while what they do with it is already shady, I donā€™t even want to know what the whole ai situation is going to bring. a good alternative to a few google services is skiff. they provide a secure, e3ee mail service along with a workspace that can easily import google documents, a calendar and 10 gb free storage. iā€™ve been using it for a while and itā€™s great.
a good alternative to google drive is either koofr or filen. I use filen because everything you upload on there is end to end encrypted with zero knowledge. they offer 10 gb of free storage and really affordable lifetime plans.
google docs? i donā€™t know her. instead, try cryptpad. I donā€™t have the spoons to list all the great features of this service, you just have to believe me. nothing you write there will be used to train ai and you can share it just as easily. if skiff is too limited for you and you also need stuff like sheets or forms, cryptpad is here for you. the only downside i could think of is that they donā€™t have a mobile app, but the site works great in a browser too.
since there is no real alternative to youtube I recommend watching your little slime videos through a streaming frontend like freetube or new pipe. besides the fact that they remove ads, they also stop google from tracking what you watch. there is a bit of functionality loss with these services, but if you just want to watch videos privately theyā€™re great.
if youā€™re looking for an alternative to google photos that is secure and end to end encrypted you might want to look into stingle, although in my experience filenā€™s photos tab works pretty well too.
oh, also, for the love of god, stop using whatsapp, facebook messenger or instagram for messaging. just stop. signal and telegram are literally here and theyā€™re free. spread the word, educate your friends, ask them if they really want anyone to snoop around their private conversations.
regarding browser, you know the drill. throw google chrome/edge in the trash (they really basically spyware disguised as browsers) and download either librewolf or brave. mozilla can be a great secure option too, with a bit of tinkering.
if you wanna get a vpn (and I recommend you do) be wary that some of them are scammy. do your research, read their terms and conditions, familiarise yourself with their model. if you donā€™t wanna do that and are willing to trust my word, go with mullvad. they donā€™t keep any logs. itā€™s 5 euros a month with no different pricing plans or other bullshit.
lastly, whatever alternative you decide on, what matters most is that you donā€™t keep all your data in one place. donā€™t trust a service to take care of your emails, documents, photos and messages. store all these things in different, trustworthy (preferably open source) places. there is absolutely no reason google has to know everything about you.
do your own research as well, donā€™t just trust the first vpn service your favourite youtube gets sponsored by. donā€™t trust random tech blogs to tell you what the best cloud storage service is ā€” they get good money for advertising one or the other. compare shit on your own or ask a tech savvy friend to help you. youā€™ve got this.
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polariod240 Ā· 1 month ago
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I love how we're all kinda into the same types of media, Nagai stuff aside. So I made a meme about it with whatsapp photo editor, because why not. šŸ˜”šŸ¤
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ctimenefic Ā· 27 days ago
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the living and the dead
A little entry for @motorsport-halloween fest that's the closest I've got to actual horror.
It's too short to summarise without giving the whole game away, but, uh, warning for character deaths? Plural? And ritualised violence, and blood, and dismemberment, I guess.
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It hadnā€™t made any sense, how right Albon seemed. They always come back wrong.Ā 
He misses Loganā€™s call because of a sponsor event; six hours later, when heā€™s staring blankly at the blood oozing down from the ragged hole in his kitchen wall, Albonā€™s call comes through loud and clear.
ā€œOscar,ā€ he says. His hesitance sounds pathetic. ā€œDonā€™t do it.ā€
ā€œFuck you,ā€ Oscar replies, and hangs up. When he flexes his hand, the serum-shiny clots on his knuckles break open.Ā 
It takes him a while to realise the ringing isnā€™t in his ears again.Ā 
ā€œReally,ā€ Albon says, more certain now, insistent. ā€œItā€™s not worth it. Donā€™t do it.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re there, arenā€™t you?ā€ Oscar asks. Even to himself he sounds flat. Finished. ā€œGrove. You fucking watched.ā€ He hears Alex swallow round his tombstone teeth.Ā 
ā€œI- He was okay. He understood. Oscar, seriously, donā€™t do it. He wonā€™t thank you for it.ā€
ā€œFuck you. Donā€™t bury him deep,ā€ he warns, and ends the call.Ā 
Heā€™d liked Albon, is the thing. When heā€™d first been in the F1 paddock, as a reserve, heā€™d expected something a bit more gruesome. Something wrong. But Alex had smiled, and cracked bad jokes, and touched his mechanics and other drivers without making them shudder. Even close up, he looked normal. His t-shirts sat high and tight on his neck, sure, but that was hardly uncanny. He sweated. He breathed. He hadnā€™t looked like Ocon, red-eyed, waxy and sallow and so obviously desperate to rip out Pierreā€™s throat that Renault had wired his jaw shut.Ā 
It hadnā€™t made any sense, how right Albon seemed. They always come back wrong.Ā 
At Monza ā€˜22, Oscar had assumed the subterfuge had been stretched too thin. He didnā€™t want to dwell on it, but heā€™d had a vague idea of something out of The Exorcist, Alex crawling across ceilings, spewing bile. After all, a dead man couldnā€™t have appendicitis.Ā 
Except, it turned out, he could.Ā 
Heā€™s dwelling on it now.Ā 
Oscar had missed Loganā€™s call, so heā€™d found out through notifications. First:
George Russell has removed Logan from the GPDA Drivers Chat
Then
BREAKING: Logan Sargeant CULLED as Vowles rededicates Williams
And
WATCH THE VIDEO: Grove ceremony called a ā€œbloody messā€ by F1 legendĀ 
Another one slides onto his screen now, right under another call from Albon he declines.
George Russell: Do you want to know how?
He hits the autoreply that WhatsApp prompts: Yes
There was no doubting that Albon had been culled. Oscar had seen the pictures, nineteen and in awe of what Red Bull would do for victory. (It had only been photos, no video. The rumour was theyā€™d had to drug him, that heā€™d stumbled to the altar and still fought there, and itā€™d be a bad look to have their sacrifice calling for his mum.)Ā 
Theyā€™d cut his throat to the white of the bone. The blood had flowed down across the bodywork of the cars ā€“ both of them, Alexā€™s and Maxā€™s ā€“ before it hit the earth. Oscar had wondered if it made the sponsors happy, the evidence of Christianā€™s commitment splattered bright red over their names. So much blood, it couldnā€™t be denied, couldnā€™t be fake. And anyway, there was the last picture, of Albon pale and split and unmistakably dead, curled over the halo, the candlelit shallow grave just visible in the background.Ā 
And yet. Come 2022, he smiled. He joked. He touched.Ā 
Somehow, George Russell had dragged Albonā€™s filthy corpse into Grove and brought him back whole.Ā 
So it can be done.Ā 
George is still in Monaco. Oscar rings round, has a private jet refuelling on the tarmac in Nice, a helicopter ready for him in twenty minutes. George had said it wouldnā€™t take long to teach him.Ā 
They meet on a beach by the helipad. Thereā€™s not much moon left ā€“ and it makes it worse, that Vowles couldnā€™t wait a week for the new moon and an auspicious time before sharpening his knife ā€“ but what little light there is makes George stark against the pale sand. His shadow stretches back almost to the cliffs.Ā 
ā€œTerrible business,ā€ he says in greeting. ā€œIā€™d thought theyā€™d go for retirement.ā€
Oscar swallows round the rock of guilt in his throat. Heā€™d thought it too, since almost the start of the season ā€“ that Williams would let Logan go, and Oscar would have to bully him into wielding the knife, carving through his wrists. Not ending up like Latifi, too stubborn to see heā€™d run out of track, culled by default, an afterthought disposed of somewhere in the winter break.
Heā€™d have cut off Loganā€™s hands himself to keep him. Pressed kisses to the stumps. Hell, Fernando still drives like a champion with his prosthetics, and yes, maybe he casts two shadows now, but thatā€™s better than culling.Ā 
ā€œIā€™dā€™ve thought James could cut more cleanly,ā€ George adds, a disapproving note in his voice. ā€œRuthlessness needs a steady hand.ā€
ā€œCan we not?ā€ Oscar interrupts. ā€œJust- what do I need to do to get him- what do I need to do?ā€Ā 
ā€œWell, youā€™ll need the body first. Canā€™t do anything while heā€™s still inside her. Try to get as much of the dirt off as possible. Youā€™ll want to check his mouth.ā€ George pauses, and Oscar shoves his hands deep into his pockets to avoid picturing mud on Loganā€™s white teeth, his blue lips, his limp, cold tongue.Ā 
ā€œSheā€™s clingy,ā€ George adds. It makes Oscar feel uneasy, hearing him so dismissive, flippant, about a power so beyond knowing. ā€œWe called her Gaia, at Williams.ā€ A little smile plays at the corner of his mouth, like itā€™s a secret. Like Oscar cares about names right now.Ā 
Itā€™s mostly common knowledge, anyway. Red Bull call her Mother, because they donā€™t much go in for subtlety. McLaren use Terra, which Oscar thinks fits better. Terror. Thatā€™s what she is.Ā 
Sheā€™s had many names. Only one state, though. Hungry.Ā 
The earth is hungry. They pump out her blood, rip her flesh, burn her in their cars and she wants recompense.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s the easy bit. After that, you have to consider the price.ā€
Oscar squares his shoulders. The lights of Monaco are all behind him, only the black of the ocean ahead. The entire city could wink out of existence, and he wouldnā€™t know.Ā 
For all he cares, it already has. They filmed Loganā€™s cull, they put it on the internet, but Oscarā€™s just as dead without him.Ā 
ā€œWhat is it?ā€
Georgeā€™s smile has too many teeth. ā€œWhat do you think?ā€
He thinks of the earthā€™s anger, how the McLaren might fade away underneath him, like the Mercedes does to George. How it might snatch his home race, his poles, give Lando an advantage he doesnā€™t deserve. He could live with that.Ā 
He thinks of the way George talks about a WDC sometimes, like itā€™s a decade or more out of reach. Like twenty years in the sport wonā€™t wear the flesh from his bones, and take his hands at the end of it all the same. He could live with that.Ā 
He thinks of Latifi, face down in the dirt. There hadnā€™t been a video then either. Toto had been busy, skiing ā€“ someone else had stepped in, carved him up. The photos hadnā€™t captured their face, but the long arm had worn a sponsorā€™s watch.Ā 
He could live with that.
ā€œAnything. Iā€™ll pay anything.ā€
George chuckles. It sounds wrong.
ā€œAre you sure?ā€
He turns to argue, shout, punch it out of George if he has to. George doesnā€™t move his body at all. But his head turns. His eyes are too large. Too dark.
Before Oscar can speak, a large wave breaks too close, a crack of saltwater against rock and sand. Sea foam races up the beach, drenches Oscarā€™s thongs.
A perfect ring around Georgeā€™s feet remains bone dry. But where the sand is wet, things squirm under the surface. Hundreds of lugworms raise wiggling paths away, away, away from the shape of him, the cast of his shadow.Ā 
Alex smiles-
but not at George.Ā 
He cracks jokes-Ā 
but not with George.Ā 
He touches-
but not-
He came back right. But he hadnā€™t walked out of Grove alone.Ā 
George unhinges his jaw. A thousand voices speak.
Deep in his pocket, Oscarā€™s phone starts ringing.Ā 
ā€œAre you sure?ā€
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Logan Sargeant rots in a shallow grave and a dead man wins a championship.Ā 
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ā€œHey. Itā€™s me. Obviously. Uh. So. Itā€™s not gonna be an easy retirement like we thought. They- they think sheā€™s too hungry. After the crash. The factory shook and- well. Itā€™s my job. But, um, if you can get here. Before- Iā€™d like that. I miss you. I will miss you. Iā€™ll keep my cell on, so- yeah.ā€
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psychic-waffles Ā· 7 months ago
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With the announcement that the UK Government plan to start detaining people for the Rwanda flights today, here are some resources if you are at risk of detention.
IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW HAS BEEN DETAINED OR YOU BELIEVE THEY WILL BE DETAINED SHORTLY:
If you are being made to report Right to Remain have an action plan toolkit for BEFORE you report
If you have received a letter from the Home Office dated after March 1st that mentions Rwanda or Notice of Intent, send a photo of the letter and your full name to Care4Calais via Whatsapp at +44 751 977 3268
If you are detained you can call any of the following for legal advice:
Detention Action 0800 587 2096
Care4Calais 0800 009 6268
Soas Detainee Support 0743 840 7570
BID (Bail for Immigration Detainees) 020 7456 9750 (mon-thurs 10-12)
JCWI (Joint Council for the Welfare of Immigrants) 0800 160 1004 (mon, tues, thurs 10-1)
If you do not have legal representation:
Duncan Lewis are taking on cases for anyone detained for the purposes of removal to Rwanda, contact [email protected] or call 0333 772 0409
Wilson are also taking on cases, contact [email protected] or call 0208 808 7535
IF YOU ARE DETAINED DO NOT SIGN ANYTHING WITHOUT LEGAL ADVICE, AND IF THEY OFFER YOU TO GO TO RWANDA 'VOLUNTARILY' OR FOR MONEY SAY NO.
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aoioozora Ā· 3 months ago
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Simon.
Part 12
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 13
Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au Note: Finally a new update! Thanks for your patience. Please excuse any mistakes or if this is weird lmao. Enjoy :))
The following week saw a flood of photos from the camping trip in ____ā€™s phone.Ā 
Johnny had created a WhatsApp group and added everyone, having them send all the photos and videos they took. Johnny and Gaz had taken the most photos, followed by ____, Lindsey, and finally, Simon, who had none to share.Ā 
Upon obtaining her number, Gaz privately messaged _____.Ā 
Kyle: Hey, Kyle hereĀ 
____: Hey! what's up?
Kyle: I got something you might likeĀ 
____: what's that?Ā 
Kyle then proceeded to send her a photo of her and Simon huddled together on the porch of the cabin, fast asleep, basked in the gentle blue light of dawn, a photo that wasnā€™t shared in the group. She texted back at the speed of light,
____: You took a picture of us??!!Ā 
Kyle: I knew you'd like it šŸ˜‚
____: I don't know how to feel about thisĀ 
Kyle: Be happy, itā€™s a nice memento of the camping šŸ˜
Kyle: You got a cute picture with your lad that you can show those blokes who try to chat you up šŸ˜
____: ā€œyour ladā€ šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
Kyle: Damn right he is your lad
Kyle: I know you like him
____: is it that obvious??
Kyle: youā€™re about as obvious as a deer in the headlights
Kyle: listen here
Kyle: you should make a move on him
____: what??
Kyle: He likes you backĀ 
Kyle: so make a moveĀ 
Kyle: before he gets taken away, or you for that matterĀ 
Although she could tell that Simon was interested in her, actually having it said to her outright was butterfly and blush-inducing. She quickly typed away,Ā 
____: right gotchuĀ 
____: do I have competition though
Kyle: not any that I know of
____: okay great
____: I guess Iā€™ll try
Kyle: good luck šŸ˜‰Ā 
Just as she wrapped up her conversation with Kyle, her phone began to ring.
ā€œHey, Alejandro!ā€ she said cheerily, ā€œWhatā€™s up?ā€
ā€œHey, you wanna come over for dinner? I made some enchiladas. I know you like them.ā€Ā 
She straightened up in her seat on the couch. ā€œEnchiladas? Iā€™ll be right there!ā€Ā 
Before Alejandro even said anything else, she hung up and eagerly got to his front door and rang the doorbell. He opened a few moments later, chuckling.Ā 
ā€œLook at you, so excited,ā€ he teased, moving away to let her in.Ā 
ā€œI wonā€™t say no to Mexican food,ā€ she winked at him and he rolled his eyes, smiling.Ā 
He sat her down at the dining table and set down the piping hot dish that came fresh out of the oven. ā€œBe careful, itā€™s hot,ā€ he reminded her as he served the enchiladas onto her plate, giving her a flirtatious wink.Ā 
Poor Alejandro. She was so focused on the enchiladas that she completely missed the wink. Her mouth watered at the sight and after waiting for it to cool down, she dug in and sang its praises while Alejandro amusedly poured out some beer for himself.Ā 
ā€œSo, how did the little camping trip go?ā€ he asked.Ā 
ā€œYeah, it was fun!ā€ she exclaimed and then began telling him about what was done during the 24 hours that she spent in the wilderness. She told him about the lake, the cabin, the tent, the waterfall, and the sunrise viewing, and showed him some of the photos.
ā€œYou guys didn't sleep in the cabin?ā€ he asked, tilting his head slightly.Ā 
ā€œWell, camping isn't camping unless it's in a tent,ā€ she said with a shrug as she stuffed a piece of the enchilada in her mouth.Ā 
ā€œAnd what about your boyfriend? Did you get to do anything fun with him?ā€ Alejandro stared at her keenly, watching for a reaction.Ā 
She chuckled uncomfortably and shook her head. ā€œNothing of that sort. I just got to watch him swim and cut some wood.ā€Ā 
He pretended to be confused and disappointed. ā€œReally? That's all? Since you two are a thing, you'd normally expect more, right?ā€ he took a long sip of the beer, ā€œDid you guys even sleep in the same room in the tent?ā€Ā 
ā€œUh, no? He wanted to share a room with the guys.ā€Ā 
ā€œThat's a bit odd, don't you think?ā€ he took another thoughtful sip, finding her nonchalance rather suspicious, ā€œI'm sure Simon already hangs out with his friends a lot. And since you're the girlfriend, don't you think you're entitled to have your time with him, or hell, even share a room while you guys are camping?ā€
The woman gulped, realising the mental gymnastics it needed to take to keep up a lie. Alejandro was sharp.Ā 
ā€œUh, yeahā€¦ You're right. I didn't think of that.ā€ she mumbled thoughtfully.Ā 
ā€œDidnā€™t think of that.ā€ Another giveaway that she was lying to him. He took a bite of his share of enchiladas, chewing slowly. ā€œYou didn't think of it? I thought wanting your boyfriend near you as much as possible was,ā€ he paused, ā€œWhat's the wordā€¦ Natural?ā€
She was in a pickle. Having never been in a healthy romantic relationship, she didn't ever feel that way. She pursed her lips and looked away.
Alejandro stared at her again. ā€œBe honest, are you really dating Simon?ā€Ā 
She sighed heavily. ā€œAlright, I'm not,ā€ she confessed.Ā 
The man was surprised and unsurprised. He smirked, resting an elbow on the table as he leaned forward. ā€œYou're not? You lied to me then. How could you,ā€ he playfully accused.Ā 
She blushed with embarrassment. ā€œWell, you see, I kept getting hit on by random men, and even got harassed once, so Simon offered to pretend to be my boyfriend to keep them away.ā€
Alejandro nodded slowly, understanding the underlying message even though she probably didnā€™t intend it. But he would not be deterred, especially not by poorly managed pretense. ā€œI mean, you're beautiful, so no wonder they'd make a move. Although it's terrible that they thought harassing you would make you change your mind.ā€ he shook his head.Ā 
ā€œYeah, totally.ā€ She nodded.
There was a brief silence as both of them ate. He looked up from his plate to ask, ā€œSo, if youā€™re really single, how about going out with me on a date?ā€Ā 
She was surprised by the direct offer. ā€œWith youā€¦?ā€
He noticed her hesitation and decided to manoeuvre this carefully. He was normally confident and assertive, but not wanting to scare her off, he quickly added, ā€œIt doesnā€™t even have to be a date. It can just be the two of us hanging out and getting to know each other. Nothing too serious. What do you think?ā€Ā 
ā€œWhen?ā€Ā 
He smiled. ā€œThis Sunday, if youā€™re free.ā€
She thoughtfully gnawed on the prongs of the fork as she chewed her food. It was the same day Simon's family reunion was. He watched her shift in her seat. Another momentā€™s silence until she said,Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll let you know.ā€
Alejandroā€™s surprise proposal for a hangout/date left her dazed even the next day. Since her novel writing was completed for the day, she spent her evening considering what she should do.Ā 
Should she give Alejandro a chance and go out with him? If she honestly had to pit him with Simon, Alejandro would win. He was handsome and had a steady income from his work and from being a model; he was friendly, outgoing, and charismatic.Ā 
Simon had his good points too, though he was the opposite of Alejandro. Simon was sweet and quiet, considerate and gentle. However, his bloodstained past came to her mind, and she feared that danger would follow her if she continued to consider Simon.Ā 
But she liked Simon regardless of it. She didnā€™t know Alejandro as well as she knew Simon; Alejandro never bared his soul to her like Simon did. If anything, they were just acquaintances turning into friends, but she and Simon already had an established friendship.
Besides, no matter how cordial Alejandro was, something about him didnā€™t sit right with her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. Upon seeing that it was none other than Simon calling, her finger flew to the green button.
ā€œHey!ā€ she squeaked.
ā€œHey, how are you?ā€ he croaked hoarsely.
Not expecting him to sound like a choked frog, her eyes widened slightly. ā€œMore like how are you? You donā€™t sound good.ā€
ā€œJust a little fever, no big deal,ā€ he replied nonchalantly before clearing his throat.Ā 
ā€œA fever!ā€ she exclaimed, sitting up straight on her bed.
ā€œDonā€™t worry, darling. Iā€™m fine,ā€ he assured, sniffling and letting out a breathless sigh.
She paused, blinking twice. ā€œWhatā€™d you call me for, by the way?ā€
He paused next. ā€œNo reason. Just wanted to hear your- I mean, hear from you. See how you were doing.ā€
ā€œIā€™m alright, but Iā€™m starting to worry about you.ā€
ā€œCā€™mon darling, Iā€™m fine, really.ā€Ā 
But she was not convinced. She got off the bed and stood up, saying resolutely, ā€œIā€™ll come over right now.ā€
His burning eyes flew open on the other side. ā€œNo youā€™re not. Youā€™ll catch my fever.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t worry about that. Is there anyone with you right now?ā€
ā€œNo, but I can take care of myself. You really donā€™t have to come. Iā€™m not a kid that needs taking care of.ā€
She frowned at that. ā€œI know, but I want to take care of you. So let me!ā€
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, until his sigh broke it. ā€œCan you bring some fever medicine?ā€
She smiled widely. ā€œOkay.ā€
Simonā€™s arm weakly flopped back down on his chest after the call had ended. ā€œSheā€™s coming.ā€ he thought, forcing himself up with a grunt. He began to slowly gather up the used tissues on his night stand and threw them away in the bin.Ā 
He washed his hands and then brought a disinfectant spray and a cloth, wiping down all the surfaces in his room she might touch when she came. He stopped his cleaning when he felt another shiver rattle his body. Hurrying to his room, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped himself in it and then sat in the living room, waiting for ____ to come.Ā 
She came speedily and no sooner was he about to doze off, the doorbell woke him up. Rising, he ran a hand through his tousled locks and then opened the door. She was right before him, a grocery tote bag slung on her shoulder.Ā 
ā€œHey,ā€ he croaked again as he opened the door wider to let her inside, ā€œYouā€™re here quicker that I thought.ā€
ā€œCanā€™t let my friend go dying now, can I?ā€ she smiled as she entered, silently pitying how pathetic a fever made him look. His cheeks and nose were flushed, his eyes were squinted and heavy-looking, and a thin layer of sweat sat like dew on his brow.
His cheeks rose to his eyes in a chuckle as he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself. ā€œDying? People donā€™t die of fevers, darling, especially not big, strong men like me,ā€ he boasted, even though he felt like he was going to die.
She scoffed, seeing that a fever hadnā€™t dulled his spirits in the least. ā€œJohnny doesnā€™t know youā€™re sick?ā€ she asked as he motioned her to the couch to sit down.Ā 
He sat down away from her and shook his head. ā€œHeā€™ll come over and fuss over me,ā€ he chuckled, ā€œI wanted to be alone.ā€
ā€œOh,ā€ her smile and her shoulders dropped, ā€œis that why you didnā€™t want me to come?ā€Ā 
He quickly shook his head. ā€œNo, no. Iā€™m glad youā€™re here. I just didnā€™t want you to get sick because of me.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t worry, I have a strong immune system,ā€ she bragged, cradling her tote bag in her arms. ā€œSpeaking of, I brought you some lemons. Theyā€™re good for fevers.ā€
He smirked. ā€œDonā€™t tell me you brought the whole grocery store in your bag,ā€ he teased.Ā 
She grinned. ā€œI did, just for you,ā€ she answered, nose in the air. She kept the tote aside and stood up, now moving towards him. She took his wrist and tugged him. ā€œCome on, you should get back in bed.ā€
He smirked again, planting himself firmly in his seat. ā€œI donā€™t want to,ā€ he said, voice playful.
She frowned at him and continued to tug his arm. ā€œCome onnn.ā€Ā 
But he continued to obstinately sit where he was, allowing his smirks to turn into amused chuckles at her attempts to get him to move. She continued regardless, grunting and grumbling, but secretly happy that he was still cheerful despite his sickness. She turned around, back facing him and continued to pull his arm like he was a truck being pulled by a rope.Ā 
He was tempted to wrap his arm around her stomach and pull her to his lap, but he resisted. ā€œOkay, okay, Iā€™m up,ā€ he relented, finally getting out of his seat and towering to his full height.Ā 
ā€œAbout time you did.ā€ She rolled her eyes, smiling.Ā 
Simon directed her to his room and as soon as they were inside, he made a beeline to the bed and sat down, slouching against the wall.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll make you some tea,ā€ she said, making her way to the door.
ā€œI should be doing that.ā€
ā€œShut up. Youā€™re literally sick.ā€ she smirked.
As soon as she left, Simon let out a sigh. He looked at the floor-length mirror across from his bed, and he could see how dishevelled he looked. He ran his hand through his hair again, as if it would magically transform him from a beast to a prince.Ā 
He felt another shiver and the goosebumps form on his arms, making him crawl under his duvet. She soon came in with his mismatched coffee mugs of steaming tea, and the room smelled like lemons and honey, the same scent that filled the living room when she came over for the first time.Ā 
ā€œI really like your glass teapot,ā€ she said, placing the tray down on his nightstand, finding him bundled up under the duvet.Ā 
ā€œIs that code for ā€˜I broke your teapotā€™?ā€ he teased, now sitting up and receiving the mug fromĀ  her.
ā€œAre you normally this cheeky when youā€™re sick?ā€ she asked with a giggle as she looked around for a chair to sit on.
ā€œOnly with you, darling,ā€ he answered, motioning to a wooden stool in the corner of the room.Ā 
She was glad she had to face away from him as he said that, for the words gave her a flutter. ā€œOnly with me.ā€ She felt terrible for even comparing him to Alejandro. Simonā€™s lighthearted teasing and banter didnā€™t compare to Alejandroā€™s.Ā 
She grabbed the stool and brought it next to the bed and sat down. While he was busy taking a tentative sip of his steaming hot tea, she took a moment to observe his room.
The confines of the four walls were basked in the gentle light of his gold LED light strips that skirted the edges of the ceiling. The same walls were painted a relaxing navy-blue, one of which was adorned with posters of familiar video games and shelves filled with figurines of those video game characters, huddled together like people at a busy intersection.
ā€œA gamer." she observed. His desk sat opposite to the bed, and a sleek setup sat on top of it with its creamy white desktop monitor, RGB CPU, and keyboard. A pair of cat-ear headphones rested against the keyboard, indicating recent use. Photos were stuck to the wall with clear tape just above the desk, and the photo booth pictures she took with him shared the space with his friends and family. None of the photos were stuck on the wall straight, but like a pack of cards fallen on the floor.
Another shelf sat right next to the photos. It had a few books stacked on top of each other, but only one stood facing her directly, straight and tall. Firefly Trails, her novel. Even from away, she could see that the copy was dog-eared and the base of its spine slightly worn from how much it was read. And as a reader herself, she knew that a worn book was a loved book. A flutter tickled her stomach. She wondered how many times heā€™d gone through the pages, and if he was one to underline and annotate.
His bedroom had more personality than the rest of his apartment, which was expected. His living room was prim, proper, and neat, but his bedroom was a meticulously organized chaos.
Simon saw that she was observing his personal space and didnā€™t interrupt her. He longed to ask her what she thought of his room, but didnā€™t want to come off as too conscious of it. He liked his room for sure, but wasnā€™t sure if she liked it.
He kept staring at her as she observed, and only quickly looked away when she turned his way.Ā 
ā€œWhen did you catch a fever?ā€ she asked.
No comments on the room. He was positively disappointed.
ā€œJust today,ā€ He answered as he sat back, ā€œCouldnā€™t fix a lot of cars at the garage. I felt a bit chilly. Asked the lads if it was and they said no.ā€
ā€œI wonder if it was from the camping.ā€
ā€œI think so,ā€ he mumbled, ā€œI was alright before that. Anyway, by the time I came back, I was shivering and I suspected a fever, so I checked me temperature and I got thirty-eight degrees.ā€
ā€œOh, thatā€™s high,ā€ she said pityingly, taking a sip of her tea. She reached out and pressed her hand against his forehead, an action that made his eyes widen slightly. ā€œYeah, itā€™s high,ā€ she confirmed, feeling the burn linger in her hand as she pulled it away.
Her touch lingered on his forehead and he sighed at the absence of it. He practically wanted to pull her in bed but couldnā€™t; she was so near yet so far.Ā 
ā€œAnd your family reunion is this weekend too,ā€ she then asked, ā€œwill you be able to go?ā€
Simonā€™s gaze turned distant as he paused to take a sip of tea from his mug. He really didnā€™t want to go. Not only would he have to uphold a lie, but also be around his father for a few hours. He welcomed the fever, wanted it to extend past the appointed date even, but he already promised his mum that heā€™d be there, and with his ā€œgirlfriend.ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ he answered, ā€œMy fever should be alright by then.ā€
ā€œSpeaking of, Alejandro asked me out yesterday,ā€ she said.
Simonā€™s eyes darted to her face. The jealousy bubbled up in his stomach. He had made a move, huh? ā€œDid he?ā€ He asked coolly.
ā€œYeah, and on the same day of the reunion too. He said it would be nothing serious, just a fun hangout.ā€
Simon had to keep himself from letting out an annoyed growl. ā€œWhat did you tell him then?ā€
ā€œI said Iā€™d let him know.ā€
He drew in a breath. ā€œIā€™ll let him know.ā€ It wasnā€™t a straight ā€œyesā€ or a ā€œnoā€. That meant that she was considering Alejandro. His hand squeezed the warm mug in his hand.Ā 
ā€œYou should go out with him,ā€ Simon answered half-heartedly, looking away, ā€œI donā€™t mind if you bailed on the reunion.ā€
She felt a spear go right through her chest and a small frown tugged her lips. Was she hearing him right?
ā€œIā€¦ honestly didnā€™t even want to go,ā€ he added, ā€œI donā€™t even want to be around my dad.ā€
ā€œBut you promised your mum,ā€ she reminded, leaning forward, ā€œAnd I promised to come with you too.ā€
Simon sighed. Heā€™d never show his face at home if his father was around and it was tempting once again to not go. But heā€™d miss seeing the rest of the family who rarely came down, even for the holidays; cousins, nieces and nephews, uncles and aunts.
ā€œYeah, Iā€™llā€¦ā€ he said in a breathless sigh, staring at the mug in his hand helplessly. He rubbed a hand down his face. ā€œIā€™ll figure something out.ā€
She saw that he didnā€™t even raise his head to look at her. Did he really not want her to go with him? Did he not want her at all?
It was far too awkward and suffocating in the room for her to sit any longer. She rose from her seat with her mug of tea. ā€œIā€™ll make you something,ā€ she said.
ā€œWait, you donā€™t have to-ā€Ā 
But she was already out the bedroom door as he said those words. He cursed under his breath. Keeping aside his mug of tea, he laid back on the bed, crossing his wrists over his eyes.Ā 
Was this the right call, telling her to go out with Alejandro? Simon felt like Alejandro was a way better choice. Maybe sheā€™d be happier with him. Simon had a history of violent acts, near trysts with Death even, and who knew if his sins were crawling around, trying to look for him?
It didnā€™t help that going back home meant that heā€™d be in the domain of that gang he was once a part of. Who knew if heā€™d meet his old ā€œfriendsā€ again. Heā€™d exposed the gangā€™s secrets to the police when they interrogated him, and who knew if the existing members were waiting for a chance to pounce on him for this.Ā 
He groaned softly as he pulled the blanket over his head. His fever felt like death over these heavy, burdensome thoughts, and he didnā€™t want to think of it.
Neither did she, but it was all she could think of as she looked around in his cabinets for instant oats.Ā 
She was on the verge of tears. At this point, she wouldā€™ve thought she had something with Simon, but he just had to say that. And she had just felt encouraged by Gaz to make a move too. She stood there in front of the stove under an open overhead cabinet, sighing.Ā 
You should go out with him.
You should go out with him.
You should go out with him.
It wasnā€™t a misunderstanding. He knew what he was saying. He meant it.Ā 
She found the instant oats and began to cook it over the stove with the enthusiasm of a dead rabbit.Ā 
Maybe Simon was right. She should go out with Alejandro. Every practical and logical reasoning demanded for Alejandro, but her emotions vouched for Simon. She had an actual relationship with him, a friendship. Sure, Alejandro would be a better choice, but who was he in front of Simon?
The oats bubbled noisily on the stove, threatening to be burned. She quickly snapped out of her thoughts and turned off the stove, sighing heavily. Digging in a spoon, she found that it was very close to burning the bottom of the vessel. She shook her head.
After checking if there was enough salt, she served the porridge in a bowl and topped it with some cut fruit and some roasted sunflower seeds that she brought along. She placed it on a tray and took a deep breath as she made her way to his bedroom.
ā€œSimon?ā€ she called softly as she peeked inside.Ā 
No answer. His body was still under the blanket, save for the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.
She let out a sigh she didnā€™t know she was holding, both of disappointment and relief. Returning back to the kitchen, she placed a lid on the bowl and kept it aside. Taking her now lukewarm tea, she returned to the room and tip-toed closer to the sleeping Simon.
His brows were slightly furrowed as he was cocooned under the blanket. Gently pulling it away from his face, she lightly pressed her hand against his forehead. His temperature burned against her hand, but her hand lingered. He didnā€™t stir.
How sweet he looked sleeping there. Her hand moved from his forehead to weave through his sweat-damp hair, looking admiringly at him, at his thin, pink lips, at his slightly hooked, bent nose, at the scar on his cheek.
The scar. It was a stark reminder of his past, both to him and to her. She hesitated, but found her finger moving to lightly trace the indent on his cheek.
Alejandroā€™s face was perfect and spotless compared to Simonā€™s; not a scar, not a blemish. Alejandro was beautiful, more so than Simon. Anyone who had eyes would choose the former over the latter.
But she bent down and pressed the lightest of kisses on his scarred cheek. It was risky business to do it, both for the present and the future, but she didnā€™t care. She knew what she wanted; hated herself for even putting the two against each other, even in her mind.Ā 
In her heart, there was only one man in this world she would choose. Just one.
Simon.
End of Part 12.
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hanasnx Ā· 9 months ago
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Waaaaitttt I saw the Hayden suggestions and Iā€™ve unashamedly thought about the very top one many many times cause Iā€™m embarrassingly craving that y/n moment and Iā€™ve gone to a decent amount of cons and met a fair amount of celebs Iā€™ve debated about using one of the pheromone perfumes to meet Hayden. But like yess he sees you during the photo op and heā€™s instantly drawn to you. He doesnā€™t pay much attention to that thought cause heā€™s got a long line to get through and photo ops are fast paced but then when you go up to get your autograph thatā€™s when he can sneakily make a move. When you get an autograph the handlers write your name for the celeb on a sticky note and usually the celeb doesnā€™t take it off so like Iā€™m thinking he quickly scribbles his number on it and youā€™re so star struck you donā€™t notice it until youā€™re away from his table..but thatā€™s how you end up in his hotel room that night with your legs up over your head.
-Bimbo Baggins
MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i gatekept this message it was so good
HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN tries to stay in his lane. Over the years he's gotten exceptionally good at minding his business, minding his manners, and staying out of trouble. Mixing business with pleasure is a very steep cliff, one he rarely dares to approach. However, you had caught his eye in a way that hadn't occurred in a very long time. To give everyone fair treatment during these photo ops, his attention is solely on them during, and he did not mind at all holding your gaze when you shook his hand politely. Habitually, when you'd leaned over in front of him to give one of the attendants something he didn't care to look at, he snuck a generous glance at your ass. As soon as you stepped back to stand next to him for the picture, he accommodated you, moving aside so you could tuck under his arm, and scolded himself for giving in to the temptation.
"Can we do a sort of Anidala-wedding scene pose?" you had asked with such hope, gazing up at him with stars in your eyes. He took too long to answer.
"Of course." He nodded as soon as he got a hold of himself. "Can you show me what you mean?"
Gently, you directed him, handling his broad shoulders to turn him towards you so you could look deeply into his eyes for the picture. For one second, he could swear his heart skipped a beat. Next thing he knew, the picture flashed and you were saying your thank yous and goodbyes. A seed of disappointment grew in his chest, but he moved on.
Only to find himself eager sitting in his seat at the sight of you in the autograph line. A grin spreads on his features as you approach his booth.
"Hi again." you exhale, beaming.
"Good to see you." Hayden replies, pointing out the obvious humor of coming across you twice in a row. He's thankful, scribbling his signature onto the picture frame you'd bought earlier right after your photo op with him. A split second decision is made and it gives him no time to second-guess it when he's adding his number to the sticky note. It's his WhatsApp, just to stay safe, but you don't get time to even look at it, your attention solely on him when you thank him again. He nods at you, and watches you walk away. Once more, his eyes flash to your behind and how it sways in your little cosplay outfit.
It's not always about instant attraction for him, he has to get to know the person to know if he truly likes them, but there's something about you that draws him in. He wants to get to know you, even if he might be compromising his privacy. The ball is in your court, all he has to do is wait for you to notice the gift he left on your sticky note.
"What's that?" your friend asks, pointing to your picture frame in your hand. You grin widely at them.
"Hayden Christensen signed my picture with himā€” Look!" you exclaim, raising the item into view only to see what your friend was actually referring to. Your expression drops at the sight of ten numbers in a recognizable pattern. A phone number. You face away from your friend in an instant, keeping it to yourself and shielding it with your body. "No way. No fucking wayā€”"
"Is that a phone number? Lemme seeā€”!"
You pinch your shoulder, jerking it away from their touch as you ogle at the sticky note. "There's no way..." It's a dream, it's a fantasy, you're going to wake up any second and then have to get ready to go to con to meet Hayden Christensen for the first time.
"Relax! It's probably the staff member that wrote your name on the sticky note!" your friend reasons, poking their head around your neck and through your hair to sneak a peek. "'Sides, he's like a thousand years old."
"Be quiet for a second, lemme think." you say as you stride away and out of the exit area, scanning your surroundings for a place to chill out and sit.
"If you're that bothered, we should test it! C'mon."
"Okay, okay. Let me find service I have to download an app."
You don't even know how it happened, all of it was a blur. One moment you were texting to verify the number was who you thought it was and ignored your gut feeling when you were texted back two simple words: "Call me."
With all the power within you, you tried to remain as calm as possible while on the phone with him. Constantly, you reminded yourself that "He's just some guy." So you could fathom having a real conversation with him. It turned into him inviting you out, somewhere respectful and secluded to talk after his panel, snowballed into visiting his hotel bar, and then up to his room to sit on his balcony.
"You mind if a smoke?" he'd asked. You shook your head. And it was the first time you'd tried a cigarette. The end still wet from his lips around it, and he cupped his big hands around the mouth of it so he could light it for you.
It must've been the alcohol, or the long day, but when you'd kissed him you were sure you were possessed. His lips were soft like silk, warm and plump, and he slid his hand behind your neck to make sure you couldn't run away. Tongues coated in nicotine curled against one another, experimenting as if afraid to turn the other one away.
Taller than you, you had to crane your neck, but he held you so carefully. Gentler still even when he draw you away while your lips were still pouted and pliantly awaiting his return. "I'm sorry, I apologize. I don't know what came over me." he exhaled, releasing you. But you didn't listen, clutching onto collar of his jacket to draw him right back in.
"Oh, right there. Right there!" you plea, clawing at the hotel pillows above your head as Hayden rolls his hips into you. Big hands tuck into the crooks of your knees, folding your legs over you to hit that spongy spot inside you. Cunt up to the sky, he's slamming into you like he's done it before, a sheen of sweat to his forehead. "That's so fucking good, Hayden," you draw out the words in a sultry whine, and for one second you can't believe that you get to say those words right now. Quickly drawn back in to the moment as soon as he bottoms out for the umpteenth time, screwing your fanatic brains out.
"You feelin' good? Yeah?" he exhales, and his tongue forms over his upper lip as he splays a hand under your ass. It feels so big on you as it lifts your hips up into his thrusts. "Keep those legs up for me." You do as you're told, replacing his touch on your thighs to make sure, and you overlay one of his hands. A strangely intimate and endearing detail he takes to heart, watching your little fingers grab at his in the crook of your knee while he's yanking your cunt up by your asscheek.
"Please don't stop, please!" You want to stay here all night, all next day, forever. You want to live in this little bubble.
In a way, he helps you to achieve that by giving you his real number when it's time to leave his hotel room, and makes you promise to take his call whenever he's in the area again.
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channeledhistory Ā· 5 months ago
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The highly controversial indiscriminate child sexual abuse regulation (so-called chat control) could still be endorsed by EU governments after all, as France could give up its previous veto. This is reported by Euractiv and confirmed by internal documents. France considers the new ā€œupload moderationā€ proposal in principle as a viable option. According to the latest draft regulation dated 28 May (Council document 9093/24), which is presented as ā€œupload moderationā€, users of apps and services with chat functions are to be asked whether they accept the indiscriminate and error-prone scanning and possibly reporting of their privately shared images, photos and videos. Previously unknown images and videos are also to be scrutinised using ā€œartificial intelligenceā€ technology. If a user refuses the scanning, they would be blocked from sending or receiving images, photos, videos and links (Article 10). End-to-end encrypted services such as Whatsapp or Signal would have to implement the automated searches ā€œprior to transmissionā€ of a message (so-called client-side scanning, Article 10a). The initially proposed scanning of text messages for indications of grooming, which is hardly being used to date, is to be scrapped, as is the scanning of voice communication, which has never been done before. Probably as a concession to France, the chats of employees of security authorities and the military are also to be exempted from chat control.
During the last discussion on 24 May, the Council Legal Service made it clear that indiscriminate chat control scanning of non-suspects is still envisioned and remains a violation of fundamental rights. Nevertheless, most EU governments are determined to go ahead. EU governments plan to continue their discussions on June 4th. ā€œThe Belgian proposal means that the essence of the EU Commissionā€™s extreme and unprecedented initial chat control proposal would be implemented unchanged,ā€ warns MEP and most prominent opponent of chat control Patrick Breyer (Pirate Party). ā€œUsing messenger services purely for texting is not an option in the 21st century. And removing excesses that arenā€™t being used in practice anyway is a sham. Millions of private chats and private photos of innocent citizens are to be searched using unreliable technology and then leaked without the affected chat users being even remotely connected to child sexual abuse ā€“ this would destroy our digital privacy of correspondence. Our nude photos and family photos would end up with strangers in whose hands they do not belong and with whom they are not safe. Despite lip service being paid to encryption, client-side scanning would undermine previously secure end-to-end encryption in order to turn our smartphones into spies ā€“ this would destroy secure encryption. [...]
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jillvalentine Ā· 4 months ago
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re: my relationship with my abuser, currently @/gwendaria (part one?)
[edit: new usernames + accounts since this post has been made: scarymovies, walkingdeads, samcarpenters, the-mummy]
My abusive ex has unfortunately been going full-on with the latest DARVO / smear campaign, and this time it seems to have reached a few people. These callouts are made-up, and they've been popping up continuously in different forms since early 2021 in an attempt to silence or smear me, regardless of their inconsistencies. One second I'm an emotionally abusive gaslighter who they've finally been freed from. The next, I'm someone they don't even know about. The next... I'm a renown stalker. The next... I'm a random girl who got romantically obsessed with them and turned into a terf when I got rejected. The neeeext... I'm a terf stalker racist? Okay! I don't even know anymore. There's definitely more.
I mostly want to focus on the facts. The facts are that I've shared about my experiences enough that I shouldn't have to entertain stupid shit anymore. There will always be the next narrative, more scandalous than the last. Going forward, I just want to make the evidence more accessible so that anyone can find it.
I still have all of our texts, discord logs, whatsapp logs, voicemails, facebook messages, hundreds of screenshots from me and from others (onlookers & other people who have been harmed), and I've become friends with people who have also been friends with or intimate with this person and came out from the other side (some are public and others aren't, because, hey! Look what happened to me after I came out. I have been stalked almost on the hourly for about 4 years now, and I know it won't stop, because I know exactly who my abuser is.)
About 3 years have passed now, so a lot of the 'big' conversations or screenshots I shared earlier on when I spoke out about what had happened to me have been buried in time. (but they are, still there.)
Screenshots where they ragged on and on about my friends, about me being naĆÆve and that I'd know better when I was "a real adult" like them, telling me to drop dead, telling me about slitting their wrists, telling me that someone was messaging them about 'cumming on my face' after I posted (1) selfie. Blocking me everywhere for a bit over that selfie. Unblocking me. Yelling at me. Blocking and unblocking me again because I said something about how they were being awful to me. Rinse and repeat with the next insane shit.
This was during covid lockdown, and it was 24/7. I couldn't fucking breathe. I got questioned about going to the supermarket with my mom. I got mindfucked for not explicitly saying I was back home when I said I was getting the mail, under the guise of caring so much about me, of course.
One time, I sent a snap of these leggings I liked online. Because the photo sent as a file instead of a normal-full-screen-just-taken snap, it became a whole argument of "Did you share this with anyone else?" and I would be like... what would be wrong if I did? Why is it wrong for me to send a photo of some leggings I think look good to a friend to get her opinion? A lot of conflict happened this way. They were incredibly controlling and suffocating, all under the claims of past trauma, undiagnosed mental illness, and most of all - flowery apologies or proclamations.
I used to think I was able to push through anything that happened because they would apologize to me, and it made it okay again. I genuinely thought they just needed someone to give them a chance to heal and get better, or get back to how they used to be early on in the relationship. I wanted to be that someone, I wanted to be strong enough to take all of it and be okay at the end. It gradually got worse, and I found myself trapped in the relationship. Anytime I was close to getting away, I would get drawn back with push-and-pull manipulation tactics. If I had pulled away to recover from their mistreatment, I was then the one apologizing for having had to pull away, and how bad that pulling away had affected them. How awful I was and how much I regretted being affected by anything. I would blame anything else (it wasn't you, it was my own anxiety) to make things calm down.
I didn't see any of this coming from the start. It was a gradual process. Near the end, I was googling things about how to fix toxic relationships (it didn't work because the relationship wasn't a two-way street, it was abusive), trying to think for 5 different people to avoid outbursts, trying to explain away how someone might gaslight and manipulate others without it being fully conscious and intended. I found out it was 100% intentional when I got out. They were telling others that I was doing to them what they were doing to me, along with a bunch of other bullshit to pre-emptively plant seeds.
Gwen frequently tries to use the worst buzz words to create stories and alienate people from one another. She doesn't care about any social issues. What she likes or dislikes is entirely based on what she needs to get out of a situation. If someone she's fixating on positively likes xyz thing, she likes it too. If someone she's fixating on negatively likes or dislikes something, she'll do the opposite. She constantly invented stories and tried to frame people I'd known for years, or anyone who dared to interact with my posts anywhere. She literally impersonated people and had accounts hacked. All she does is obsess over people. She constantly monitored me and created conflict over anything, real or made up. She especially liked to create conflict when it was late, or when I was otherwise not-fully-there, like when I was drugged following a surgery. I was so out-of-it that at that point I didn't want to fight for myself or others anymore.
Near the end of the relationship, I had a private account that I would hide on because social media, and really anything social, had become a minefield. Multiple people had witnessed the change from before the relationship, the start of it, up to the end. I deactivated my main twitter for a period of time (although I was careful enough to reactivate it once every 30 days so it wouldn't be permanently lost) and had to ignore people, stop myself from posting or liking things, and plead with people not to mention anything about me because I would have to answer for it. Multiple people remember me asking them to delete certain posts, or just be careful not to give out that I was doing anything with them. I was abnormal and an immature adult for wanting to spend a bit of time with or buy a gift for my friend on their birthday. We had an age gap, and at first, it was all "you're probably more mature than me :)" - until it turned to Real Adults Don't Spend Time With Friends, lol. Real adults are 100% focused on their partner. Real adults aren't on social media, and other thinly-veiled degradation + mindfuckery. Funny how my age became a bad thing, but they were the experienced 29-year-old who knowingly pursued the inexperienced 23-year-old.
Near the end of the relationship, I was starting to hide away to spend more time with people who treated me well, and it helped me get out. I saw that the way I felt every day wasn't normal. It reminded me of what good relationships are like and what they feel like. My friends tried their best to be supportive, but it was very difficult because my partner was trying very hard to isolate me from them through threats, aggression and manipulation. I'm incredibly lucky that they stayed by my side and told me that what was happening wasn't normal.
Getting out was hard. Staying out was hard. Even after everything that happened, following the split, I told my friends I didn't know what I would do if they tried to get me back again. SO fucking glad that's over.
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ai-yo Ā· 7 months ago
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The amount of foolishness I have seen on social media relating to Jamie Lloyd's Romeo and Juliet and then Rapunzel is so annoying/funny weird that people making fun of older people believing everything they see on Facebook and WhatsApp group chats need to shut up.
They believe everything they see on tiktok and twitter getting their info from people who don't read and/or spread misinformation intentionally.
White People getting upset over the casting of Avantika Vandanapu as Rapunzel in the Tangled live action. But wait a Tangled live action was never announced. Meaning white people and others were getting mad that a Avantika Vandanapu fanpage I think made a fancast video and photo edits of her as Rapunzel
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Now with Romeo and Juliet so many people think that it's a movie, and a remake and are talking about Hollywood. When it's actually a stage play happening in London West End and is set to go to Broadway too I think.
Even the ones that do know it's a play are still doing the most, they don't care about theatre because they are unaware that colourblind casting and even genderbent casting in Shakespeare plays happens all the time look at the posters for upcoming productions at the globe theatre
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Twelfth Night in central park starring Anne Hathaway and Audra McDonald
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The only reason they are paying attention is because of the stunt casting of Tom Holland and the only media they consume is superhero movies. People from different countries saying they won't watch, you don't live in England and you're not rich you ain't flying here to watch a play. You do not even watch plays.
So much racist stupidity over the past few days I had to rant
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ghostofbambifanfiction Ā· 7 months ago
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CYOA C46 Longer Snippet
It might be a while before I can get chapter 46 updated because I'm not feeling particularly well or energised lately, but I did get one scene fully edited to a standard that I'm happy with so the least I can do is share that with you guys while you wait. I've shared a section of this already but changes have been made.
Anyway, check under the cut if you fancy it!
Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Saturday 5th March, 2022, 07:53 Members: James Potter, Remus Lupin
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James Potter: is there a tribunal you can report employers to when they go out of their way to set employees up with random celebrities who for all we know could be high-ranking members of all sorts of illuminati-run sacrificial sex cults?
Remus Lupin: What on earth are you talking about?
James Potter: andrew garfield hasn't even WON an oscar remus he lost out to casey affleck CASEY AFFLECK how bad does a man have to be to be the most problematic brother in a family that includes ben affleck, remus?!!!
Remus Lupin: Right.
James Potter: he lost out to a man who has been ACCUSED OF SEXUAL HARASSMENT, REMUS if that's not proof that he's a talentless hack I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS
Remus Lupin: In defence of Andrew Garfield, I don't think that's a fair assessment of the situation.
James Potter: and what about the cults the illuminati cults what of the cults, remus? don't try to claim they don't exist i've spent time in la in tinseltown el pueblo i've seen that city's seedy underbelly in the flesh
Remus Lupin: I say this with love; if you ever happened to find yourself in the seedy underbelly of any city, you'd shit your pants.
James Potter: i would not shit my pants i'd be uncomfortable but i'm not incontinent and aren't you supposed to be on my side?
Remus Lupin: I am on your side, but you have a tell when you deflect your anger to the wrong target, and it's pretty much what you're doing now. You know that your mother wouldn't hurt you on purpose, and Andrew Garfield, poor as his timing was, certainly didn't do anything wrong. Neither of them are the actual problem. If you want to talk about the actual problem, I'm all ears, but I can't help you with things that don't need fixing.
James Potter: i should have had him assassinated when i had the chance
Remus Lupin: You never had the chance.
James Potter: i could have had the chance my parents have money
Remus Lupin: They have money, not mafia money.
James Potter: they might do you don't know my mum can be pretty shifty
Remus Lupin: Mate.
James Potter: no i know did you see your girlfriend's instagram post?
Remus Lupin: I didn't know you were following her?
James Potter: i don't, but i've been checking her posts in case lily showed up in any of them and please don't lecture me about how sad that is i'm aware
Remus Lupin: I have no intention of lecturing you. I saw her post, yeah.
James Potter: so you'll know
Remus Lupin: Know what?
James Potter: that she's not upset
Remus Lupin: Lily?
James Potter: yeah
Remus Lupin: You can't really believe that.
James Potter: yeah i do believe it in fact i don't think she ever was upset
Remus Lupin: I don't know how I'm supposed to respond to what you're saying, except to say that I simply don't think that's true.
James Potter: no no it is true she's not upset at all, she doesn't care about how i'm doing or how it would make me feel to see those photos if she did she wouldn't have let beatrice post them, would she? well?
Remus Lupin: I don't know, I don't think she's curating Beatrice's posts.
James Potter: she doesn't care that i'm stuck here dying for love of her, does she? because she's in fucking paris with her champagne or her baguettes or whatever else they eat over there escargot cheeses and shit she's laughing and posing for photos with a famous actor's arm around her waist as if everything is dead brilliant all of a sudden sorry remus but that's not what upset people DO
Remus Lupin: That's what a lot of upset people do. To save face.
James Potter: but SHE doesn't do that! not with me, never with me, we've always said we'd be honest
Remus Lupin: Maybe that's true, but she doesn't really have you at the moment.
James Potter: i'm right here! i'm not the one who cut her off and i'm not the one who thought we needed a break from each other that was HER, that was all her idea, i've been waiting for her like a dickhead for four days and she hasn't said a word but hey! she's over it! partying with celebrities! now that she's met andrew fucking garfield she's all cheered up and enjoying herself so good for her i guess was he all it took for her to stop giving a shit about me? she doesn't even KNOW him he is LITERALLY just some guy!
Remus Lupin: That's exactly what he is, just some guy who she will never see again after last night, and his meeting her doesn't suddenly mean that she no longer cares about you, or that she isn't upset about your fallout. I have it on good authority from Beatrice and from Lily herself that this isn't the case. In the grand scheme of things, Andrew Garfield doesn't matter.
James Potter: you'll eat your words when it comes out that they fell in love last night i saw his hand on her hip
Remus Lupin: His hand was on her hip because they were posing for a photo.
James Potter: yeah and they're probably sneaking off to some romantic parisian hotspot right now having sex on the eiffel tower
Remus Lupin: What, in front of the tourists?
James Potter: don't laugh at me
Remus Lupin: I'm not laughing. She's not with Andrew Garfield. She's been with Beatrice all day.
James Potter: then he had a prior engagement and they've exchanged numbers and they've been texting at every available second same difference
Remus Lupin: That isn't going to happen.
James Potter: it already happened why wouldn't it happen? why wouldn't he want her? the casey affleck thing aside, i'm sure he's not totally useless
Remus Lupin: It hasn't happened because the hold she has over you is not universal, much as you might believe otherwise. And because Beatrice told me what happened. They chatted sporadically throughout the evening, took a few photos and that was it.
James Potter: maybe beatrice is lying to you because lily doesn't want me to know the truth
Remus Lupin: Why wouldn't she want you to know the truth?
James Potter: because she's figured out how i feel about her and she's trying to let me down easy
Remus Lupin: Given what happened with Skylar, I doubt that she has.
James Potter: please don't mention skylar i regret everything about skylar and you might doubt, but lily's smart enough to get to the bottom of it
Remus Lupin: I think, in this case, that you might be hampered by your understanding of your side of the story. Which Lily has not been let in on. Just try to remember that you don't know hers either. Nor will you, until you talk to her.
James Potter: she doesn't want me to talk to her
Remus Lupin: She probably thinks that you don't want to talk to her.
James Potter: she's the one who asked for a break
Remus Lupin: After you started an argument. Which I don't blame you for, in case you ask me for the twentieth time. But she's had a few days to process it all now, and Beatrice says she's calmed down. Talk to her, and if she doesn't respond you will be no worse off than you are now.
James Potter: if she doesn't respond i'll be much worse off if she doesn't respond it's the end of everything
Remus Lupin: Even if it is, at least you'll know.
James Potter: even you wouldn't be this pragmatic if you were walking in my shoes right now
Remus Lupin: You're right, I have no defence for myself. The only thing I can do is advise you in the way I think best.
James Potter: heavy is the foot that wears the air jordan, i suppose
Remus Lupin: That's odd. Sirius said that you were more of a Crocs man nowadays.
James Potter: i have never bought crocs
Remus Lupin: He said you bought two pairs of Crocs
James Potter: fine, i'm going to drown him in the bath
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He isn't doing well.
Sure, James has devilry enough inside him to chuck a vengeful mug of cold water over Sirius while he's lounging in the bath, and laugh loudly at the subsequent, Jaws-like thrashing (he never bought those Crocs! Merely considered it!) but in generalā€¦
Yeah. He isn't doing well.
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b5withextrachicken Ā· 5 days ago
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FALLING IN LOVE? - JAMAL MUSIALA
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pairings: jamal musiala x fem!reader
summary: they were seen kissing at a party but she can't quite remember. now she wants to find out if does.
(i hate this and also english isn't my first language.)
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Perfection. Pure perfection. That was probably the only word that could describe his performance today.
My eyes were practically glued to the pitch as my gaze followed his every move. He was at his best today, making his way through the defenders, dribbling out every single one of them. That man was sickeningly good on the field, I had to admit as I watched from the stands. The atmosphere was loud, cheering and addicting. Not where I usually spent a friday night but I could get used to it. Especially when the view was this good.
At a party several weeks ago I had befriended another peer group of athletes, temporarly increasing my number of close friends from 2 to 7. Normal, right? Well, no, because when I woke up with a headache the next morning and checked my way-too-bright phone on the nightstand, it was blown up with messages. Whatsapp, Insta, TikTok... even Facebook. Photos, low-quality videos, theories. There were strangers on the internet speculating about me and a boy. That boy. The boy i later found out was Jamal Musiala. The pictures clearly showed me and him. Way too close. But the worst thing was: I couldn't remember what happened that night.
And that's what brought me here today, to the front row of the Allianz Arena. Because since that night, I couldn't help but wonder if he remembered me or anything that happened. I needed to see him.
The game was heated, the tension could've been cut by a knife. A winner wasn't yet clear when the ball made its way to Jamals feet again. Even from across the pitch I could see his expression fall into concentration as he skillfully turned and sprinted through the opposition towards their goal. It was like the whole stadium went quiet as the fans and rivals realised his chance. He moved to a perfect position to aim. Shot. Scored.
The south curve went wild. Fans spilled their beer. Plastic cups flew. Bayern took the lead in the 87th minute, now so close to a home win. The scorer wearing the number 42 on his back ran over to them to celebrate his goal. He was ecstatic, smiling as he got closer to the barricade.
That's when his gaze met mine.
It was sudden. Fast. But for that minuscule second I could see his eyes light up. A telling spark. Was it recognition? Our momentary connection was severed when his team mates finally caught up to him, engulfing him in a wild hug almost sending the young man to the floor. I smiled, deciding to push the heavy thoughts to the back of my mind for now and embrace the warm atmosphere.
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The game was over, proudly ending in a 2:1 for Bayern Munich. The masses hurried to the exits, hoping to avoid the cramped traffic after the win. I lingered around, taking my time to collect my things and also to circumvent the crowded halls of the stadium for a little longer. My mind was racing as the stands cleared out, only leaving trash and spilled beer behind. I was about to sip up my jacket when-
"Y/N?"
I practically whirled around at the sudden voice and my gaze (once again) was met by those chocolate brown eyes that belonged to no other than Jamal. He took a small step back startled by my movement and send me an apologetic look for the scare. Now there was a litte more than an arms-length between us.
"Uh-hey!" I answered nervously, a shaky smile painting my lips. This wasn't at all how I imagined our encounter. My eyes scanned his appearance, he wore a baggy tracksuit jacket over his kit, the grass residues on his shorts still evident from the many fouls he had to endure. He hadn't even made it to the locker room. My gaze lingered on his lips before locking with his eyes again.
His mouth stretched into a sweet smile "Hey..."
Awkward silence. A few beats passed. I looked around nervously, my eyes now darting to anywhere but him. What was I supposed to talk about now? The weather?
Jamal also shuffled around nervously, looking down at his cleats. It was clear we both beat around the bush. He looked back up at me, his gaze resembling that of a deer. "So...Why-I mean, what brought you here, I didn't think I'd see you again..." he asked carefully. A blush tainted my cheeks "Uhm, I just... wanted to see you." I started, embarassed "You know, after the party." pausing for a moment, I thought back to the pictures of us kissing, contemplating if I should ask the question and just get it of my chest. Yeah. Best option.
"Do you remember anything about that night? Like what happened exactly? Did we... do something?"
It tumbled out of my mouth, one ask fused to another. I watched as his posture shifted, his eyes slightly widening. "What? No,no,no." he shook his head. A small wave of relief washed over me but it couldn't tame the burning lack of knowledge about that night. "Then what happened, the only thing I know is that I woke up with a headache.". He took a step back, processing my words before answering. "We had a good night you know, dancing, drinking...kissing. It went well until some drunk incel pushed you and you hit your head on a door frame..." the man paused, anger flashing in his eyes for a second. "He knocked you out. I drove you to the hospital. Your friends picked you up."
My mouth opened to reply, but quickly closed when no good answer formed on my tongue. It wasn't what I expected, but I still didn't know what to think about it.
"You waited at the hospital?" I asked, now completely catching up to what he said.
"Yeah." Jamal looked down to the floor again, hiding the faint red that now tinted his cheeks. "I wanted to ask for your number but... after everything happened I didn't think it was appropriate..." He trailed off.
"Oh-OH..well..." I was taken aback. Caught off-guard. Then I suddenly felt confidence seep through my body.
"You could ask me now."
He looked at me, a beat passed, then his face lit up. He took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me, ready to enter the digits. As I was about to give him the phone back, he cleared his throat.
"Are you free next friday? It's my free day and maybe we could meet up at a cafƩ?" He asked, also growing more confident now. I blushed, and nodded, still a little overwhelmed by what just happened. "Yes, yes I'd love to. 5pm? Hopefully this time I'll remember..." I chuckled and Jamal quickly joined in. The situation now blurred into a sweet moment as we stood in the stadium that was completely empty. I smiled as I looked up at him. His eyes drifted to my lips before they met mine again.
"You better stay away from the door frames."
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my first piece on here, yayyy ig
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stargatesg-1obsessed Ā· 2 months ago
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So my mum and I have been watching Stargate SG1 season 9 recently, and we keep saying "Hallowed are the Ori" in the same voice they do for fun. Now, my mum has this crab jelly cat she got when we were on holiday. She loves this crab, she called it Colin.
This evening, she picked up this crab and went, "HALLOWED IS THE COLIN!"
At the time it was rather amusing and I made this photo
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It's now her WhatsApp profile picture šŸ˜­
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