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guess who got unsupervised internet access???

There is more. A lot more. Spicy ones in the next post!!

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🎁 The Truck (Multi) for Lita - Dartmouth420

SECRET QUEEN 2022 by Dartmouth420, for @artificiallita

With a request like “I like it when people write fanfic of my fanfic lmao” I couldn’t help but indulge :) Takes place in the Bitch Fight universe (Lita’s Glow-inspired pro wrestling AU) several months after the latest instalment.

Synopsis: At the (literal) dawn of Femme Fatale Wrestling’s latest tour, the crew waits in the parking lot for a certain someone to show up. 2835 words. Ships mentioned: Adorney, Rajila, Jela. Mostly fluff, and the most obnoxious jacked up Ford F-450 you’ve ever seen.

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Adore stood in the hot parking lot outside of the Femme Fatale training gym, sweaty, tired and mildly hungover. The rest of the crew was with her, waiting. It was obscenely humid out, despite the sun just barely peeking over the horizon. She yawned, not bothering to cover her mouth, letting the feeling wash over her.

Next to her, Courtney stood in a big sweater and leggings, her short hair sticking up a little at the back like she hadn’t had an opportunity to brush it. She sucked on the straw of her bright green smoothie that probably had a little too much healthy, leafy stuff in it for Adore’s tastes. Adore tilted her head back to get the involuntary, full-body yawn over with, and Courtney glanced at her, noticing.

Courtney pulled the straw out of her mouth and yawned enormously, stretching her shoulders and tilting her head back, nearly dropping her dangerously healthy smoothie.

“Nice,” commented Adore.

From Courtney’s other side, Dela looked up. She’d been hunched and smoking a cigarette, grouchy in the mornings despite her generally pleasant demeanour, and Adore hadn’t yet spoken to her. Jinkx (on Dela’s far side) was similar, wearing dark sunglasses and clutching a coffee. Adore wondered how mornings must be at their house; the mood shift from grouchy morning weirdos to sunshiney enthusiasm must be pretty intense.

“Bianca did say she’d be here, right?” asked Gia, crossing her arms.

“She said she’d- uh, ahhh-” began Dela, only to begin yawning halfway through her sentence, cigarette abandoned.

Gia rolled her eyes, and then her jaw involuntarily opened as well, struck with the yawn.

Adore found herself smiling, amused. Courtney continued to suck on her drink with disgruntled amusement, but she glanced at Adore knowingly.

“Yep, she said five-thirty,” continued Jinkx, replying on Dela’s behalf before yawning herself and glancing at her phone, dark circles under her eyes.

Adore hadn’t known Jinkx before her concussion, but she seemed pretty awesome when she’d returned a few months, and heroically ousted Bill from manager position. Adore wasn’t really privy to all the drama during the lead-up to it, although she had occasionally walked in on Bianca and Dela arguing about it, only to cut themselves off as soon as she came into the locker room.

Jinkx finished yawning, her lips closing again as she shoulders twitched. It was like watching dominoes fall. Adore stepped forward slightly so she could get a better view as the yawn travelled through the group like a bad flu. It caught Gia, Laganja, Trinity…

Manila glanced to the side, like she’d noticed an oncoming wave, and the yawn hit her full-throttle. She tilted her head back, stretching her arms out like a cat, and then it faded. She looked expectantly at Raja, who stood next to her at the far end of the group.

Raja looked up questioningly.

“Your turn,” said Manila, with a shit-eating grin.

“No, it’s not going to get me,” insisted Raja, backing away like she was trying to ward off contamination. “I’ve been up for like an hour and a half, this is my third coffee-”

“It’s inevitable, babe,” continued Manila.

“No!”

Everyone waited for it, staring at her. Adore grinned.

Raja stared back, lips determinedly pressed together, the seconds ticking along. Raja’s eyes bulged and then she let out a growl of frustration that quickly transformed into an epic yawn, and she turned her back on the group. The group laughed mildly, and returned to their early morning brooding.

Adore took a few steps down to where Raja was still complaining about the yawn, and Manila was still teasing her about it. She didn’t know the two of them very well yet, but she’d met their daughter Natalia a few times, who had to be the most awesome eight-year-old Adore had ever met. Although Adore was technically sometimes her babysitter, she considered Nattie a good friend.

“Is Nattie coming along with you guys?” inquired Adore.

“Nope, she’s staying home,” replied Manila while Raja sipped her coffee. “I really need a break from both the kids.”

Adore nodded. She’d followed Raja and Manila’s indie tag-team career when she’d been growing up, and after a few years of major life changes (two kids and a career-ending injury, respectively) they were both back; Manila was wrestling again - in fact Adore was scheduled against her a few times on the tour - and Jinkx had hired Raja as Femme Fatale’s fitness coach.

“I can’t imagine having kids,” commented Courtney, coming up behind Adore and resting her chin on her shoulder, which made Adore’s heart beat a little faster. “It must be completely crazy.”

“Yeah, it is, try leaving a wrestling match all bruised up only to go home and meet the demands of a hyperactive eight-year-old and a dangerously intelligent three-year-old,” replied Manila, dryly.

“Mommy needs a break,” chuckled Raja, nudging Manila’s side.

“Hey, Raja, can I talk to you about-” asked Jinkx, and Raja turned to her, took a few steps away towards her.

“So, either I’m going to take the opportunity on tour to get absolutely shit-faced drunk with everyone,” said Manila, gesturing at them, and then inclined her head at Courtney. “Not you, obviously, congrats on the nine months sober by the way-”

“Thanks,” replied Courtney dryly.

“-or I’m going to take advantage of the hotel room and fuck my girlfriend thoroughly and loudly all night long,” finished Manila, looking knowingly at Raja as she chatted just out of hearing range with Jinkx and Dela. Adore’s eyes widened. “Once she’s done fussing over whatever minor bruises I might acquire in the ring.”

“I dunno, aren’t you booked against ‘Ganja and Gia for the opener?” said Adore, teasing. "Might be more than minor…”

“I can handle ‘em.”

“Hah!” chuckled Courtney, “I think they’re gonna kick your ass, but…”

“But?” replied Manila, lips pursed.

“But… I like your idea of skipping the bar and spending the night thoroughly fucking your girlfriend instead,” continued Courtney, her eyes fixed on Adore, with a shark-like grin.

Adore gulped, an exciting flutter going down her spine. Girlfriend. Really?

Manila laughed, and kept chatting with Courtney, and Adore took the opportunity to slip away. She glanced at the horizon; it was lightening, going from deep orange to a lighter orangey-yellow. She approached Gia, Laganja and Trinity.

It wasn’t that Adore was worried about it or anything, but things had been a bit up and down with Courtney. Courtney had struggled with her mental health over the past little while. And they hadn’t called each other ‘girlfriend’ yet. The idea felt good, if a little nerve-wracking. Adore really liked Courtney; she was smart and fun, and she brought good vibes to most occasions. Adore also couldn’t deny that she found Courtney really fucking hot, both when she was decked out in her high femme mega-babe wrestling persona and when she was her relaxed, androgynous outside-the-ring self. Also, Adore really liked her apartment; her own apartment was a shit-hole.

“Adore?” said Laganja, waving her hand in front of Adore’s face. “Anyone in there?”

“Oh!” said Adore, shaking her head as she realized she’d been standing next to the three of them, completely in her own world. “Sorry! Hey, how’s it going?”

Trinity sighed, tucking her thermos of tea under her elbow and rubbing her eyes. “I’m nervous as hell. I’ve barely been outside of Florida before, and now I’m on a tour across multiple states?”

“Tours rock, don’t worry,” replied Gia reassuringly. She wore an oversized hoodie covered in images of weed leaves that Adore was fairly sure belonged to Laganja. Were they…? Or weren’t they. “It’s been a while since any of us have toured, but we’ve done it before. It’s always chaos, and it's always fun.”

“Imagine all the bars we’re going to hit,” said Laganja.

“And the new strains of weed to try!” added Adore encouragingly.

“True,” Laganja nodded thoughtfully. “Florida weed is pretty good but California is on a whole other level.”

“I guess…” said Trinity, curiosity crossing her face.

“Girl, you just turned twenty-one, enjoy yourself,” said Adore, encouragingly. She was the closest in age to Trinity out of the Femme Fatale crew. “We’re going to have an awesome time!”

“I mean, I'm really excited to finally legally go out with everybody,” agreed Trinity with enthusiasm. “But if things get a little out of hand, don’t tell my mom?”

“My lips are sealed,” promised Gia.

“Same,” confirmed Adore. “We’re meeting up with her in Houston, right?”

“Yeah, she’s heading there for a-” replied Trinity, but then a loud noise at the edge of the parking lot caught her attention.

Adore turned her head, along with the rest of the crowd, towards the growl of an engine and a flash of light reflecting off a window at the edge of the pitted asphalt parking lot. A truly massive truck rolled up, it’s jacked-up tires barely impacted as it aggressively took the curb. The rising orange sun reflected from the windshield, blocking the driver from view and Adore put her hand up to block the ray of light. The truck was long and wide, a bright fire-ending red, gleaming, polished to absolute perfection.

“What the fuck?” asked Gia mildly.

“Girl…”

The engine growled and the truck abruptly accelerated towards the crowd, causing several of them to jump back in shock. But then it took a turn, whipping around into a tire-squealing donut.

“Well, she’s always loved to show off,” drawled Jinkx.

Adore gaped, she had no idea who could possibly be inside as she gazed up at the monstrosity before her. But as it turned into a second donut, she caught a glimpse of the license plate. It was decorated with flames, and the image of a luchador mask, and it read SANTERÍA.

“Hey that’s Bianca!” yelled Adore, pointing at the vehicle, though the rest of the crowd had probably already realized. “Bitch, where the heck did you get that thing?”

The truck came to a stop, and the driver’s side window rolled down to reveal Bianca, who let out a magnificent cackle, the sun reflecting off her aviator sunglasses.

“Wow,” said Courtney, dry as bone. “I bet it does so well on gas.”

Bianca opened the door, clambered down the foot rail, and hopped to the ground. She wore a red jumpsuit in the same shade as the truck; the look was powerful and impressive, especially with the shining vehicle behind her.

“She’s gonna get so much pussy with that thing,” commented Raja, lowering her sunglasses to take in the truck, and Bianca, in their full glory. “Probably in that thing, to be fully accurate.”

“Ugh…” complained Courtney, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at her. “Seriously? It’s too early to talk about Bianca’s sex life.”

“Yeah, ew, she’s like our mom,” added Adore.

“Like your mom, maybe, you’re barely out of your teens,” replied Raja, dryly. “Bianca’s hot as hell, you two have no taste. Count yourself unlucky you haven’t had opportunity to spend the night with her.”

Adore’s jaw dropped and Courtney’s eyes widened, as she demanded. “Did you two-?”

“Oh, just a couple of times somewhere around 2007,” mused Raja, with a wink and a filthy grin.

“Why are all the old people around here so unnecessarily horny…?” complained Courtney, sharing a put-upon look with Adore.

“Who are you calling ‘old?’” demanded Dela, overhearing.

“You’ll get there one day, sweetie,” replied Raja, patting Courtney’s shoulder with mock comfort. “Besides, aren’t you like thirty?”

“Alright, you assholes,” stated Bianca, arriving before the group and putting her hands on her hips like a general facing her troops. Everyone gave her their attention. She looked far too awake and chipper for such an early hour. “We need to load all the gear, including all the promotional crap, costumes, and everything required to set up the ring into the back of my new truck-” she grinned, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder at the monstrosity behind her, “-and I have four extra seats available, who’s coming with me?”

She held her hand up, four fingers splayed out like an auctioneer. Her hand contrasted dramatically against the dawn sky.

“I’d love a ride in that monstrosity,” piped up Trinity from the back. “Can I take a turn driving?”

“You certainly can,” Bianca lowered a finger, leaving three up. “One taken!”

“I have my van-” began Adore, looking to Courtney, “I was thinking maybe we’d-”

“That van is a deathtrap, you’re not taking it on the highway,” interrupted Bianca, rolling her eyes. “Make that two and three.” One finger remained up.

“Our car is fine,” stated Gia, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Laganja nodded her agreement.

“We have our own vehicle,” shrugged Raja, glancing over at Manila, who nodded.

“I think we’re just fine in our car too,” added Dela, putting her arm around Jinkx. “As long as we’re careful about taking turns driving.”

“Don’t worry too much about my concussion, darling,” replied Jinkx, kissing her cheek. “We’ll get there.”

Adore looked around. It seemed that everyone was accounted for.

“I want a turn driving that awful beast too,” stated Courtney.

“Yeah, same,” agreed Adore quickly.

“We'll see,” teased Bianca with far too much enjoyment, walking through the small crowd towards the facility’s doors. “I'm not sure I trust either of you behind the wheel.”

Adore and Courtney's protests fell on deaf ears as everyone followed Bianca into the Femme Fatale gym and storage area. They organized one another into small groups to get things loaded into the bed of the truck. Adore volunteered to help carry the ring equipment and found herself dragging a duffel bag full of thick ring ropes with Dela. The crew went back and forth from the building to the truck, getting everything together, and only one argument broke out, and soon enough the truck’s bed was loaded, tarped over and strapped down.

“Alright, see you all in…” Bianca whipped out her phone and checked their first tour spot. “Jacksonville? Who designed this schedule?”

“Me,” answered Jinkx dryly.

“It’s a good schedule!” insisted Dela.

“Wait, I have to ask,” insisted Laganja, unexpectedly from the crowd. “Where the hell did you get that truck, Bianca?”

Bianca laughed again, and winked. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Everyone stared at her. Now Adore was even more curious.

“Again, what the fuck?” said Gia.

Bianca merely gave her a mysterious smile, and the crowd dispersed. Trinity asked Bianca a couple of questions about the truck's engine type, and they loaded their personal belongings into the truck’s cab.

“So, uh, should we get our stuff?” asked Adore shyly, motioning awkwardly at Courtney.

“Yeah,” replied Courtney, shrugging. Admittedly, Adore had given her a ride over here from her apartment last night in the van. She also seemed a little awkward. “I’ll just, uh-”

Trinity and Bianca made eye contact behind them, rolling their eyes.

Adore hustled over to her van, jiggled the door until it unlocked, and grabbed her duffel bag, brushing aside the empty beer cans. She threw some sparkly wrestling outfits, hockey tape, a few loose sports bras and clothes into it, and a couple of crusty eyeliner pencils. Finding her phone charger and bent driver’s license, she decided it was good enough. In the front seat was Courtney’s bag, a neatly packed backpack with a rainbow flag patch. With that, Adore checked her eyeliner in the rearview mirror, found it pretty much still in place from last night, got out, locked the van and went back over to Bianca’s monstrosity.

“-it does well on the highway, relax, I test-drove it,” said Bianca as Adore walked up, seemingly reassuring Courtney who stood before her with her arms crossed.

“I call shotgun!” announced Trinity, raising her hand.

“Aw man,” complained Adore, turning to Courtney. “I guess it’s you and me in the back seat…”

Courtney raised her eyebrows suggestively and Adore blushed.

“If I catch you two making out back there…” began Bianca as she reached up to open the driver’s door and hauling herself up into the seat.

Trinity went victoriously around to the passenger’s side, and Adore opened the back door and got in. The interior of the truck was new, clean and pin-neat, and Adore really hoped Bianca didn’t expect her to keep it that way throughout the entire tour. Neatness wasn’t her forte.

As Courtney slid in next to her, Adore glanced out the window. The other members of the groups had convened in their respective vehicles, and the sun rose higher in the sky, the beginning of another warm beautiful day.

“Ready?” said Bianca, revving the engine.

Adore smiled, leaning forward to clap Bianca on the shoulder. “Born ready, bitch!”

They peeled out of the lot down the road. Trinity plugged in her phone to the aux cord and asked fo requests, and Courtney suggested queer party anthems, to Bianca’s impatient groan. Adore looked out the window, content to be on the road. She'd have the girlfriend conversation with Courtney soon, when they arrived somewhere with a little more privacy, but she wasn't really nervous, she had the feeling it was going to go well. The tour was billed as Femme Fatale’s big comeback, but to Adore it was just the beginning 

[georgierre]

RAJA AND MANILA WERE IN THE PHILIPPINES AND NO ONE TOLD ME

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I am weeping.

Good Dog, Bad Dog (Black Sheep au)

Here's some angst and hurt/comfort for your Sunday (or whatever day you find this) from the black sheep au. Thank you to @ca44en for giving me some ideas for this AU! Also there's some background Amandawn too, as a treat

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Anetra knew she had one main job on the farm, and it was to protect others at all costs. She had her humans to protect and the other animals. It’s what good dogs do; they have to earn their keep.

She never knew that protection meant for her until she saw a black sheep wandering off to the neighbor’s house on a late summer day.

She spotted Mirage far outside the closed gate, walking to the neighbor’s dairy cows on the other side of the road. Mirage had made friends with two cows through the fence earlier that year. Anetra has always caught the sheep and herded her back to the pasture.

When she saw the black sheep walking down the path towards the road, Anetra sprang into action. She snuck underneath the gate of the closed pasture and made a beeline across the front lawn of the farmhouse,

Mirage was getting closer and closer to the road, and Anetra’s worry grew. She gave a few loud barks to the sheep, which went ignored.

Anetra hated having to bark. Her old owner told her she was a bad dog when she barked. She tried her best not to be a bad dog anymore.

Bad dogs got their collars taken away and dumped off in the woods far from home. She felt lucky enough to get a second chance to be a good dog again.

Mirage was halfway across the road when Anetra finally caught up to her. She stood in front of the sheep, blocking her path. Mirage tried to dodge her and go in a different direction, but Anetra was there to stop her every move.

Eventually, Mirage gave up on going to the other side of the road and turned around to go back to the farm. Anetra watched her walk up the path toward the pasture. Soon, one of the farmhands will notice and lead her back inside.

As Anetra watched the sheep follow the path up to the pasture gate, she barely registered the sound of a motor getting closer. She started to cross the road and got to about a foot away from the shoulder of the road when a flash of a white pick-up truck appeared in the corner of her vision.

Without any notice, Anetra felt a horrific shooting pain coming from her back leg as she lay on the ground. She didn’t even feel the truck knocking her just off the road until she tried to get back up, but the shock and the pain prevented her from moving.

Good dogs were more careful to watch the road for any cars. Good dogs didn’t get hurt so they could continue working and protecting the property.

She messed up her chance to be a good dog again. She can’t protect everyone on the farm anymore.

She could hear the voice of her old owner, “Bad dog, getting into the road. You know better than that. You getting hurt will cost us more than you’re worth.”

Anetra hoped Sasha wouldn’t say the same thing.

Anetra tried to push the pain away and ignore it as she sat up, only being able to lift her head off the ground. She was just off the road now, hearing footsteps and concerned voices nearing where she lay.

“Asshole didn’t even slow down.” said a female voice coming closer.

“I got his plate number for later, in case we need to make a police report.” said another feminine voice.

Two women kneeled on either side of Anetra. The blonde looked at her injury as the redhead looked at her collar.

“I think this is the Colby’s dog.” The blonde said, then looked at the other woman. “Dawn, I think you should go get Sasha. This looks pretty bad.”

Anetra tried to sit up again to get a better view of the woman, but her muscles felt like they were on fire. She somehow managed to push through the pain and was able to sit with her head up, still in a lying position. She let out a few pained whines as she adjusted into a better position.

“If that little black sheep didn’t start freaking out, we wouldn’t have even known you were out here.” the woman told her as she gently scratched her ears. “You didn’t even make a noise when you got hit. You aren’t much of a barker, huh?”

She didn’t even notice that Mirage had seen her get hurt. She barely recognized anything around her when she was registering what happened after the truck hit her.

Anetra felt thankful for Mirage getting the neighbor’s attention, even if she may have tried to cross the road again.

The woman sat by Anetra until Dawn returned with Sasha and Kerri following her. She tried avoiding any eye contact with her owners as they got closer. Anetra felt instant worry that Sasha would punish her for not being more careful.

“Oh, my…” she heard Sasha say as she sat next to her. “What happened, sweet girl?” she said with sweetness in her voice, gently stroking her head.

Anetra looked at Sasha, seeing her green eyes trying to keep the tears at bay. She was surprised that Sasha wasn’t angry with her right now. She was the one that got hurt and couldn’t work anymore, why was her owner being nice?

She was a bad dog, she didn’t deserve her human’s kindness.

“Her leg is looking bad, I’m going to call the vet,” Kerri said as she kneeled over Anetra’s back end, carefully looking at her injury. “I don’t even think she can walk on it, or even get in the car.” she pointed out with concern before taking out her cell phone and stepping away.

As they waited, Sasha gently stroked Anetra’s fur as she cooed kind words softly to the dog. It didn’t help the pain, but it did make Anetra feel calmer now that someone familiar was nearby,

“Raja said she can open the office in a few minutes since it’s an emergency,” Kerri said as she started walking back. “Do you think we can get her in the car?” she asked.

Sasha looked at the blonde woman, “Do you think you can help us out, Amanda? You and Dawn are more used to transporting animals than we are.”

“Of course, let’s see if she can stand up,” Amanda said as she and the other women stepped back, giving Anetra room to try standing.

It was a slow and painful process of getting back on her feet. She put most of her weight on her good leg as she tried to regain her balance on three legs.

“What a good girl.” Sasha smiled, but her eyes still had some worry. “C’mon, I know you can do it.” She encouraged Anetra as she slowly led her to Kerri’s small SUV.

Anetra started walking, slow and steady. Amanda and Dawn followed behind her, but her eyes stayed on Sasha. Sasha gave her gentle, encouraging words as she walked backward in front of her. Sasha told her to go slow and take her time, which was exactly what she did.

Eventually, she got to the open door of the backseat. Amanda carefully got her arms around Anetra, minding the broken leg. She let out a whine when the pain got too much but relaxed when she got into the car and lay in the backseat. Her leg felt like it was throbbing in pain now.

Kerri drove carefully down the road as Sasha sat with her in the backseat, Anetra’s head in her lap. The smooth drive and exhaustion caught up to her, and Anetra was slowly lolled to sleep.

She listened to Sasha and Kerri talk as her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

“I hate seeing her in pain like this. Maybe if I kept a better eye on her-”

“Mom, it’s not your fault. She was just doing her job of getting the sheep out of the road.”

She heard a pause before Sasha spoke again, “I just hope she’s going to be okay.”

“She will be, she’s a pretty strong-willed dog.”

The last thing Anetra saw before falling asleep was Kerri reaching behind with an open hand, squeezing Sasha’s hand in comfort.

Anetra woke up feeling very drowsy, in an unfamiliar metal kennel with a closed cage door. She saw a woman with dark hair with blonde highlights facing the other direction, writing something on a clipboard.

She sat up, but the leg that she remembered was broken felt bigger and blocky. Anetra looked to see a hard cast that reached the top of her thigh, wrapped in bright red tape.

She watched a tall woman walk into the room with long silver hair. She wore a crisp white coat, and Anetra remembered her as the lady who jabbed her with a bunch of needles last year in an unfamiliar building away from the farm.

But the woman also gave her a peanut butter-flavored Milkbone right after, so this woman wasn’t all bad.

Anetra figured that this was the Raja lady that Kerri called earlier.

“Looks like Colby’s dog is ready to go, Manila,” Raja said as she looked over her shoulder at the paper. “Got her discharge papers ready?” she asked.

“Just about,” Manila answered, taking the papers off the clipboard, “I’ll go get them signed.” before she left the room.

Raja kneeled to see if Anetra was awake and opened the cage door. “You were a great patient, but I bet you’re ready to get back home,” she said as Anetra took the open door to leave the kennel. Her back leg felt tender, but the pain wasn’t nearly as bad as she remembered.

The vet put her on a slip-lead and walked her into a lobby area, with Sasha and Kerri sitting in hard plastic chairs. They both looked relieved once they saw Anetra walk towards them.

Sasha put Anetra’s leash on her collar in place of the slip lead and spoke to the veterinarian, “Thank you so much again. “ Sasha said as she and Kerri led her outside to the car.

“This dog is going to hate being stuck inside for the next six weeks,” Kerri said as Sasha let Anetra onto the nearby grass.

Sasha gave an amused look to Anetra before looking back to her daughter, “If she gets bored, she can always try to herd Marcia in the house until she can get back to work.”

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On 26 October, the Palestinian Ministry of Health released the list of names of Palestinians killed since 7 October. Among them, from the Qudayh family, are:

Muslim Mahmoud Ahmed (78);

Salah Ibrahim Muhammad (67) and his son Ayman Salah Ibrahim (20);

Rasmiya Salem Khalil (65);

Suad Salem Salman (64);

Jawahir Suleiman Hamad (59);

Attaf Khalil Suleiman (57);

Iman Muhammad Ismail (55); 

Muhammad Muslim Salem (49);

Nidal Atta Mahmoud (42);

Suleiman Mahmoud Suleiman (42), his wife Hana Khaled Mahmoud (37), and their only children Rimas Suleiman Mahmoud (12) and Mahmoud Suleiman Mahmoud (11);

Hammad Khader Hammad (42) and his son Saif Hammad Khader (17);

Muhammad Hossam Shehadeh (41);

Hanan Ibrahim Ismail (37);

Iyad Suleiman Salem (37);

Musab Fawzi Suleiman (36), an imam;

Junayd Jamal Mustafa (35), who was martyred in the attack on Rio Cafe in Khan Yunis;

Muntasir Juma Suleiman (35) and his brother al-Sayyed Juma Suleiman (33);

Maha Abdel Rahman Shaat (35);

Salman Jalal Fares (29);

Kamal Ayman Abdel Hadi (29);

Nail Kamel Odeh (27); 

Alaa Fouad Ibrahim (27);

Ahmed Ibrahim Hamdan (25);

Abdullah Suleiman Fayez (22) and his brother Abood Suleiman Fayez;

Ahmed Hatem Zaki (20);

Hani Ghassan Salem (19);

Mennatullah Wasfi Ahmed (16);

Maria Shadi Rajab (6) and her brothers Yasin Shadi Rajab (8) and Usama Shadi Rajab (10); 

Rajab Ibrahim; 

Shawqi Rajab; 

Asad;

Shaima Abdul Hadi; 

Ammuna Shawqi; 

Walid Ahmed; 

Ahmed Abdel Majid; 

Juma; 

Shadi Rajab; 

Muhammad Ibrahim; 

Nail Raja; 

Ataf Khalil and her daughters Nariman and Manna, who were martyred in Khan Younis after evacuating from Khuza'a;

Tahani Salama, who was martyred in Khan Younis after suffering a serious injury; 

Iman Asaad and her children Zainab Fadi Rasmi (8), Naseem Fadi Rasmi (4), Muhammad Fadi Rasmi, and Ghazal Fadi Rasmi (9);

Ahmed Barham Abu Rajila;

Malak Bahaa Fathi and her siblings Yusuf Bahaa Fathi and Janan Bahaa Fathi; 

Muhammad Muslim Muslim; 

Alaa Bassem Salem (30), whose parents were martyred in 2003; 

Wael Roc and his brothers Talal Roc, Junayd Roc, and Jamal Roc;

Ahmed Ziyada;

Salim Hamdan;

Jana Hani Deeb, a child;

Lamar Saber, her sisters, and their mother;

and Ibrahim Abd Rabbo.

You can read more about the human lives lost in Palestine on the Martyrs of Gaza Twitter account and here.

[sashacolbylesbian]

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tagged by absolute beloved @slutnetra 💕

Three Ships: for this fandom obviously sashnetra, sashea, and rajila 

First Ever Ship: mulder and scully

Last Song: pure/honey by Beyoncé (my brain is Sasha Colby Only till friday)

Currently Reading: a crown of swords and I Will finish the last two chapters that have been judging me from my night stand for months now eventually

Currently Watching: aside from drag race nothing really but I do need to watch the second season of warrior nun 

Currently Consuming: mini eggs 💕

Currently Craving: hug from my best friend and a shower 

No pressure tags: @purplejan @anarciax3 @villsco or anyone else who wants to

[artificialcandycane]

and bring back pre vhs shipping 2023

this is literally what my presidential campaign would be. i will do my damndest to bring back adorney, naochi, rajila,,,,,,,,,,, this is My Swear To You

[aprivateplace7]

I've donated to this gfm, remember that even just 5$ is helpful! Looks like its about halfway to their goal, let's help them get all the way!

There's also this person on Esty, they're giving 50% off w/ proof of donation! I got a watermelon pin from them, & its great ^-^

[ca44en]

i have never done this before- thank you for the tag !! <3 3 ships you like: Rajila, Sashnarcia, and Trixya

first ship ever: AppleDash, (I was a child when I shipped them, A CHILD)

last song you heard: Top of My School - Katherine Lynn-Rose

favorite childhood book: Shy Susie, but if we're talking before, Dora and the Little Crab currently reading: The Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero, my Science book and my Araling Panlipunan book.

currently watching: Vtuber Drama, DokiBird, and Matara Kan currently consuming: Street food a few hours ago currently craving: My mother's mango jello @imtooobsessedrn @thecollectionsof  @eyeslikewatercoolers

9 people to get to know better, thank you for tagging me merv @comicsguy :)

list 3 ships you like: ooh, i've been revisiting rhack after playing borderlands 3, steddie is a ship i'm always reading (and writing) for, and scollace is a new ship for me

first ship ever: johnlock.... and stucky

last song you heard: prove you wrong by prong

favourite childhood book: i loved "are you there god? it's me margaret" by judy blume, and as a teenager it was "weetzie bat" by francesca lia block

currently reading: listening to the young mungo audio book by douglas stewart

currently watching: rewatching mtv daria, beavis and butt-head, and jessica jones

currently consuming: just drank some strawberry milk

currently craving: some water, i'm so parched but too lazy to get up and get some

no obligation tags: @allmoshnobrain @fairytalesreality @faggotfungus @handholdingisabigdeal @smilingwithfangs @alonetogether @lesbian-hannibal @snowangeldotmp3 @wastrelwoods

[artificialgrinder]

DRAG OR DIE: Sneak Peek #3

Book 1 Chapter 5: In which Raja finds Manila hanging out alone on the roof of their hideout. And things get flirty very fast. ‘Cause when it feels like the world is ending, sometimes you need a little love.

“I'm kidding.” Raja finished laughing, waving her hands. “Listen, this is so upfront. But how about we go to my room?”

“Y-Your room?” Manila's eyes were wide.

“My room. Your room. The staff room. In the tank with the sharks.” Raja babbled. “Wherever you wanna do it.”

“Wait.” Manila felt the need to slap herself. “Are you asking me if I want to have sex with you right now?”

“Manila, I'm high as fuck. I haven't fucked in so sooo long. And you're really cute. I say let's get up and go. And besides, our people are dying. You're not getting any younger. And neither am I. It's about time one of us reproduces.”

“...”

“A joke. A joke. That was a joke.”

Manila shook her head, still not convinced the situation was real. “I don't know. I'm not opposed to the idea. But…um…I'm not in the mood right now, if you know what I mean.”

“Try some of this.” Raja offered the joint to the queen.

“I told you. I don't smoke.” Manila declined.

“Trust me.”

“Raja, for fuck sake.”

“Last chance.”

“Okay. FINE!”

And Manila took the joint from the God-like queen, feeling some kind of magic about the drug. Like some sort of power was being passed on to her. She put it to her lips and inhaled. Holding the fumes in her throat for a second, she exhaled, followed by a coughing fit. She held her chest as she choked up her lungs.

Raja looked astonished.“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I'm fine.” Manila glared, passing the joint back. “Thanks for the help.”

“Here. Try this way.” Raja instructed, sitting directly in front of the queen now. She took a long toke of the smoke and slowly leaned forward, beckoning for Manila to do the same. Their foreheads joined, their lips dangerously close to touching. "When I breathe out, inhale long and slow.”

And Raja slowly exhaled. Manila let the smoke gently pass through her lips from Raja's, inhaling easier this time. 

Manila never got to exhale. Raja moved forward, their lips finally connecting.

Manila felt her stomach do a somersault, staring at the queen with wide eyes. But the smoke fell to her lungs. And her eyes closed…Her body relaxed, letting her sink into Raja's kiss. Her head was spinning…her heart was melting…a heat pooling in her stomach.

But it was over as soon as it started. Raja pulled away, still letting her lips hover over Manila's, letting her feel the warm breath of her words.

“You okay?” Raja asked, stroking Manila's cheek with her free hand.

“Yeah, girl.” Manila answered, eyes still closed and gently swaying.

“How do you feel?” Raja smirked.

“Like fucking.”

[ca44en]

I am jumping on the bandwagon, as they say (no idea what that means) So here's Rajila on this one picrew modeled by @sexynetra, @eyeslikewatercoolers and @snowflakenali

Manila w/ no blonde streak looks like an average pinoy with a different haircut. I'd say I did them both good.

[artificialqueens]

Hiyaa ! I would like to request some Rajila, if thats not weird, could you perhaps make it magic-y ? If there's some things that prevent ya'll from writing the iconic duo, I dont mind actually. Also, new fic writer and a beginner here. Any tips for beginners ? Thanks in advanceee !!

Hello darling!! Welcome!! Sorry it’s taken me so long to respond—there’s been some Drama in my personal life, but I’m trying to get back to a normal routine. 💞

ANYWAY enough of my bullshit. This is a 100% totally perfect thing to request! And since it’s so possible to write multiple stories based on it, I recommend that you try doing something yourself too! 

Do I have tips? SO MANY TIPS! 

If you haven’t read the FAQ, that’s a great place to start and has some fantastic resources. If you don’t have the energy to go through all the text, scroll right to the bottom for a bunch of super useful links that explain things like how to submit, how to tag, etc. https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/faq

For general encouragement and camaraderie with other writers, consider joining our Discord server(s). More info here but also, feel free to just DM me if you want to get an invite link to the writing server: https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/discord (DM me at @veronicasanders because this account DMs go to some random British girl who hasn’t been on Tumblr since 2016.)

Check out the “writer tips” tag: https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/tagged/writer%20tips

Check out this great post created by a former admin (HEY VIXEN! ARE YOU STILL AROUND? LOVE YOU!!!) but updated recently: https://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/148256298264/writing-resources

Most importantly: feel free to always, always ask any question you have! We're here to help!! XOXO

[iglesia-ni-jankie]

Fashion Icon from Season 3

Manila Luzon 🤍🖤

[calmefrenesie]

Fanfiction does not have enough recognition

I’ve outgrown YA litterature. I don’t reach for these books anymore, don’t feel the need to either. I am entering the adult part of litterature and i am happy to do so. The writing style, the worlds, the characters... I feel like everything is just deeper in a way and I love it.

But I also keep running back to fanfiction of my favourite YA ships. And seeing as I left the YA world to enter a more mature one, it feels weir d to want to read a genre known for its often bad writing.

I’ve thought about it and I think I’ve found out why I keep going to fanfic of my fave YA ships. Its because YA, and especially YA fanfiction, just has a comforting feel to it. And when you just want to escape reality to feel better, there is nothing better than the familiarity, history and relationship you can build with a world that you have known since you were a teen.

Why go and read a big piece of litterature when you could just read about characters you’ve known forever being soft? Why not evade reality to go back to a world you know better than the back of your hand that has been an escape for you for years? 

Fanfiction keeps your favourite characters, the one that have grown alongside you, alive. Keeps them with you. And it gives you familiarity and a safe space when you need one, when you need to go back to a time where all that mattered was what was happening in your books. When you did not have to worry with all the adult things of life.

Fanfiction is, by far, the genre of litterature that I want to turn to when I just need a hug made out of words.

[writethehousedown]

Summer has always been a favorite setting of romance novelists, rom-coms, and fanartists alike, and for good reason: longer, hotter days, vacations, no school... Summer really is the greatest! So we’re celebrating with seven new prompts just before the official start of summer.

The challenge runs June 1-7, with a makeup period from June 8-14.

Here is the prompt list:

Monday, June 1: Bathing Suit

Tuesday, June 2: Camp

Wednesday, June 3: Ice Cream

Thursday, June 4: Heat

Friday, June 5: Tan

Saturday, June 6: Watermelon

Sunday, June 7: Swim

The Rules, Huntie

Submissions open immediately after the prompt reveal and close at 10:59 p.m. CST the day the prompt posts. If you’re super close to finishing, send me a message and we’ll work something out.

During the makeup period, any prompts are accepted on any day.

Stories/art will be posted in the order in which they are received.

Feel free to share your work on Ao3 or AQ, but please link back to the blog when you do so, and if you don’t plan to submit your work to the blog, at least drop a link to let me know were you’ve posted it so I can provide a link for archival reasons.

How does it work?

Use the submit page to submit your post. Format your post using the AQ Guidelines. (It makes it easy on me and Veronica when we’re reblogging things, and everyone’s pretty familiar with them by now.)

One submission per person per prompt per medium per day.

Feel free to complete all of the prompts, pick a few of your favorites, or just do one that really speaks to you. There is absolutely no pressure. I want this to be a fun, relaxed environment that celebrates the RPDR fan culture and some of the incredible talent we have in the fandom.

Remember that all ships, all genres, and all ratings are accepted. If you write it, we want to read it! I would love to see more ships represented this round!

Please feel free to message me here or at my main blog @janssports​ if you have any other questions.

Like, reblog, and share this post to spread the word. Let me know if you’re planning on participating. And mostly, happy writing!

[incorrectrpdr]

Raja: May I say something? I know I'm in the doghouse--

Manila: Oh, you're not in the doghouse.

Raja: I'm not?

Manila: No, you're going to have to work really hard to make it into the doghouse.

Raja: Okay, so I'm in the yard, which is still an enclosed area--

Manila: (glares)

Raja: --unless I'm in the pound. Manila, am I in the pound? Where's Raven, is she in the pound with me?

Raven: Why do I have to be in the pound?

Raja: So we can get adopted together like two inseparable little puppies.

Raven: I don't want to be in the pound, Raja!

Manila: Guys!

Raven and Raja: Sorry Manila.