#roni replies

[eksentrismi]

Mueheh give hyde heels-

Instructions unclear, accidentally gave him a cool outfit instead-

[raph-a-roni]

Ok so I must report this

My littlest bro(5) doesn’t ask “what did you say?” when he doesn’t hear you the first time, he just goes “say?” In the smallest most adorable confused voice with his tiny little eyebrows furrowed.

Like a week ago I pointed this out to my mom while he was sitting next to us, and then a minute later when he was talking to my mom he asked “What did you say?” and then looked at me with such a mischievous little face. Like fully aware that he was going out of his way to do something he never does just to prove me wrong.

Also, I can’t remember if I told you or not, but he wrote ‘Fuck’ all over his paper on his first day of kindergarten.

He’s a menace and I love him.

Raph likes him, too.

Ya know, Leon was KINDA the same & it annoyed dad SO MUCH, that he almost did this with Leon:

[january-glooms]

i am bored, why is everyone busy sigh

[samuelswatts]

Something was off about Roni but... Sam couldn't put his finger on it. They hadn't seen each other in what felt like forever, that was probably it. Besides, she didn't owe him anything. If he wasn't the same person he was in high school (he thought, he hoped) then Roni might not be either. Still, he felt that old twinge to reach out to her. To hold onto her hand, crack a joke to make her smile.

Man, he had to get outta here.

That's when his phone vibrated, again. And then she said that. Sam should have known. A part of him was relived, there were far worse things Gossip Girl could have revealed about him. Then he felt guilty, again. Sam and Juliette, Sam and Roni... It had been a mess. He wasn't gonna get into this mess again.

"I don't... Me and Jul---iette aren't together, despite anything Gossip Girl has to say-," he said before adding- "I'm not with anyone and I don't want to be. I'm focused on football right now. On school. On... I don't know, a future. I don't have time for drama anymore."

samuelswatts​:

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’How’s Juliette’ hit him like a freight train. Things had been nothing short of complicated between the three of them. A tangled mess of feelings and betrayal. Sam hated that he hurt Roni. And he hated that he hurt Juliette (that Juliette hurt him). That night, at the Fairchild Ball, when he and Juliette kissed had weighed down on his guilty conscious for a long time. He felt guilty about feeling guilty (and sometimes not feeling guilty). If time was supposed to heal all wounds, Sam was still waiting. “I don’t know,” he replied which wasn’t not true- “Busy, I guess. Modelling thing.”

After a pause, he raised a brow in her direction– “Are you two, ah, talking again?”

Sam smiled again when she laughed. It was nice. The implications of Veronica Ravenwood being on the Upper East Side again hadn’t hit him yet. Maybe there weren’t any, right? Everyone had moved on. (Right?) When she asked, he immediately thought about the bonfire and the scene he kinda caused at it. He opened then closed his mouth again. “Just… Training. Gotta stay in shape for next season at college. Plus my dad’s on my back about keeping up my grades as well so I’m doing some extra stuff for that too. This summer’s more work than play, y’know?” He smiled at her again- “You?”

-

Roni listened, though she knew fairly well how Juliette was doing after all she had met her before mr handsome found his way in front of her again. she was hated, and a part of her wasn’t fine with it - Juliette had no idea what happened behind the scenes, heck even Sam wasn’t aware that he was a father. Her hands moved to her stomach, where her child had been safely seated for nine months, yet she acted as if she wanted to wipe something away. Some things didn’t change. Her body did, but she worked hard to keep it back in her original shape.

“Not really.” She shook her head, they talked but they weren’t talking like they were in the past. “I’ve been busy with…things.” Coping with a severe depression for one. “But you know, I’m managing.”

She stood on her tiptoes, her heel off the ground for a second before it clicked back on the ground. “Heard you still had a thing for Jules - considering GG posted something about the two of you on her blog.” Her smile faltered. “Guess some things don’t change, huh.”

[giving-myself-to-ashes]

I didn't realize Garlic Bread was on there twice but I can't edit it... oops

[a-jedi-light]

Lora looks up from finishing helping a Padewan with fixing her braid.

Earlier that morning one of the girls in her room had done Lors’s hair into an updo. Helping keep it out of her face.

Which was good. She had to meet someone today. A master. Her new one after what had happened with Cole. Which she still didn’t regret. Even if it did seem that the council was about to toss her into the street.

She knew enough that she could get by right? No. Probably not. Besides she had a sense this was where she needed to be. So she’d pretend to be humbled by being passed along to another old grouchy man. And try and keep her head down till she made knight. She was smart. She could do it.

“Lora- I’d like you to meet master Ronis Vanda.”

She arches a brow. Her face betraying her again. He was young. Hopefully that wouldn’t prove to be a problem. The younger ones always had the most ego.

“Pleased to meet you master.” Lora replies with a bow.

“Well I’ll let the two of you get acquainted.” The woman replies and as she heads out of the room she mouths. Good luck. To Ronis.

“I’m sure you’ve heard stories about me. Most of them are gross exaggerations.” She says with a pretty smile.

@refracting-light

Ronis chuckled. “Perhaps, but there is always a glimmer of truth in those stories.” He said, sounding wiser than others his age. “Want some tea? I brewed some before you came in.” He offered.

[matan4il]

Kibbutz menara in the north has been half demolished by hezbollah

Nonnie, I hope it's okay to add to this ask, another one on the same subject, kibbutz Menara:

Can you write about the huge damage to kibbutz menara in your next update post? Tysm for them

And just in case both are from you, I'm so sorry I hadn't posted about this before, I did think of adding it to one of my daily update posts, but then I thought this deserves a post of its own, so I hope this ask reply dedicated to the subject will do it some justice.

(also, thank you for the kind words about my daily update posts! That means so, so very much! *hearts*)

Hezbollah has been targeting civilian communities along Israel's northern border. Kibbutz Menara is situated incredibly close to the border. I heard one journalist, who described the distance as, "There's the border fence, a narrow road running along it, and on the road's other side, the kibbutz fence," but looking up Menara on the map, sometimes it's not even that. Here's the map:

The kibbutz is also high up the mountain, making it very easy for Hezbollah to target this community, and very difficult for Israeli forces to defend. This image can give you an idea of what we're talking about:

I heard on the news that when fire broke out at one point, firefighters couldn't even approach the kibbutz, because Hezbollah's rockets made it too dangerous, and they just had to sit back, and watch the fire rage uncontrolled.

On Dec 24, Orly Yitzchak, a senior member of the kibbutz, said that 86 out of 155 apartments at Menara have been damaged, so we're talking about over half of the homes in this community at that point. And that's about two weeks ago, when Hezbollah's terrorist activity on Israel's border has only increased since.

Just to give everyone some context regarding this kibbutz... It was founded in 1943, as a community for Jewish youths from Germany and Poland, meaning young Holocaust survivors. The land for it was purchased a short while before the kibbutz was established. The conditions were very rough at first, for example supplies had to be brought there on mules, and at the beginning, the kibbutz members slept in tents and caves. A proper road was only completed in 1947. The first water pipe took longer, it was only inaugurated in 1953. During Israel's Independence War, the kibbutz was besieged from March to May 1948, and food had to be smuggled in at night, while some of the younger kids had to be secretly smuggled out (if you read the novel Exodus or watched its movie version, there's a fictional account of this real event). The kibbutz continued to be under attack even after the end of the war, including its water pipe being blown up in 1965, and community members being murdered along the years.

That's some of what the elders of the kibbutz had been through, the same people who now, at their old age, are forced to evacuate their community, live as refugees in their own country, and no one knows yet if they'll have any homes to return to. Roni, one kibbutz member, said in an interview that it's the community's elders who are strengthening the rest, and asking the younger generation to return to it no matter what.

There aren't a lot of photos taken there since the start of the war, but here are a few, just to give you an idea... The first pic is taken out of a family's living room.

I hope this does the kibbutz some justice. My heart goes out to the community's members. Thank you for caring about them, Nonnie! I hope you're well, and taking care of yourself! Sending you lots and lots of love. xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[lemoncrushh]

Cubicle // 3) A Girl Like You

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Thursday // Roni

Once again, I had a hard time falling asleep last night. I couldn't get those eyes, lips and dimples out of my head. I also felt bad that I had such a grim reaction to his telling me his age. It really is no big deal to me, and I hope he knows that. I started circulating in my head different scenarios in which I would apologize to him. Of course, in my fantasies, Harry always kisses me or makes passionate love to me in the end. My brain is so dramatic.

To make matters worse, I actually woke up an hour before my alarm was to go off. I tossed and turned for twenty minutes before finally giving up and hopping in the shower. Some good came out of it, however. I got to work a little earlier, and Harry just happened to pull into the parking spot next to mine at the same time I was getting out of the car. I stopped on the sidewalk to wait for him.

"Good morning," he greeted as he slammed his door shut.

"Morning, Harry," I said, giving my best smile. Or at least the best smile I could muster on very little sleep.

We walked up to the office building together, exchanging small talk about work and the weather.

"By the way," he said as he held the door open for me. "Thanks for your email yesterday."

"You're welcome."

"I'm sorry I didn't reply to it. I got really busy, and I wanted to respond only when I had enough time to say what I wanted."

A little taken aback, I raised my eyebrows in question. "And what would that be?"

Harry looked down at his feet as he smirked. "No. You'll just have to wait for the email."

I playfully pouted as we continued inside the building. I stopped by my desk to drop off my handbag and then met Harry in the break room. Alice, a sweet timid girl from the accounting department was also there, stirring her tea. She gave me a quiet greeting as I poured myself some coffee.

"So who has plans this weekend?" I asked as I sat down at the table with Harry and Alice.

"I'm not doing anything," Alice replied softly. "I never do anything."

"No?"

Alice shook her head.

"What about you, Harry?"

"No plans yet," he answered, giving me the eye. "But that can always change."

"Hmm," I nodded. "Indeed."

"Well," Harry announced as he stood up, "you ladies have a lovely morning. I have an email to write."

"Bye, Harry."

He winked at me as he left the room. I wasn't sure if Alice noticed until I heard her pipe up.

"God, you're so lucky."

"Excuse me?" I glared at her.

"I've had a crush on him since he started working here. I don't think he even knows my name. But he's obviously into you," Alice said solemnly.

I didn't really know what to say. I mean, I had the feeling he liked me, but I didn't want to make someone else feel bad.

"I'm sorry, Alice," I finally spoke. "I didn't know you liked him."

"Eh, who doesn't, honestly," she retorted. "He's bloody gorgeous."

With that, she stood and gave me a quick "see ya" before heading out of the break room. I sat by myself until I'd completely drained my coffee cup, then headed back to my desk to anticipate Harry's email.

Harry

I was really glad I ran into Roni this morning. All day yesterday I had been thinking about how to respond to her email. I didn't want it to be a quick message. I wanted to tell her how the age difference didn't matter to me if it didn't matter to her. I wanted to tell her other things, but I wasn't sure how she would take it. Maybe her quick email to me was only to be nice. Like a "nice knowing you, but you're too young for me" kind of thing.

But seeing her beautiful face as she stood there waiting for me to get out of the car sealed the deal. I knew she wasn't just being nice. Travis was right, she's into me. The way the corner of her mouth always curves up slightly whilst listening to me speak. When she licks that fucking delicious bottom lip. I want so bad to feel it on mine.

Feeling much more confident, I sat at my computer and began typing the email. I still knew however, that spilling my guts via inter-office correspondence would not be the wisest choice. If we're not even allowed to use the internet without being monitored, who knows what they do about tracking private messages.

So, I kept my words somewhat professional, yet a bit cryptic. Knowing that Roni is a smart and undoubtedly extremely clever woman, I reckoned she would understand and be able to read between the lines.

To: Graver, Veronica

From: Styles, Harry

Re: Weekly Update/Meeting

Ms. Graver,

It was a pleasure meeting you this week. Allow me to welcome you to the company. Regarding our previous discussion, I foresee no objection to future relations. After all, nineteen and twenty-seven are numbers I can certainly work with. I've checked my calendar, and I have an opening in the PM of Friday, or Saturday if that better fits your schedule. Please let me know, and do not hesitate to reach me on my personal line if you have any further questions.

Best regards,

Harry Styles

Below my name, I gave her my cell number. Then I got to work, hoping I'd get a response soon.

Roni

How fucking cute is he? I giggled to myself as I finished reading his email, then read it again. I wanted to reply with an emphatic yes but knew that would not be appropriate in a work email, which I gathered were his intentions for writing something so business-like. So, I gave a short, similar response.

Mr. Styles,

Thank you for your email and your warm welcome. I shall be contacting you via your personal line so that we may discuss our future meeting in detail.

Sincerely,

Roni Graver

Harry

I'd noticed Roni had replied to my email nearly forty minutes ago, but fucking Donald, my lame ass supervisor, had been going on and on about some account that had been waiting on their reports, which I knew I had finished and sent out last week. Then Nina, his secretary had to add fuel to the fire by telling me I had done them incorrectly because apparently, there was a change in the format that no one had bothered to tell me about.

After Nina had left, I eagerly opened the email. I grinned to myself as I read her words. Just as I was about to reply again, I heard my phone vibrate on my desk. I swiped it open to reveal a text.

Harry, you're such a clever lad. I would love to go out with you. I'm free all weekend, so you pick the time that's best for you. -Roni

After quickly saving her number in my contacts, I sent her a text back.

The sooner the better as far as I'm concerned. Tomorrow at 8?

Less than thirty seconds later she responded.

Sounds great! :) Can't wait.

I let out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I turned my attention back to my reports, but suddenly got an idea. Picking up my phone, I texted Roni again.

This might sound silly since we're going out tomorrow, but are you free for lunch?

As I waited for her text, I felt the presence of someone behind me. I turned my chair around to see Roni leaning against my cubicle partition.

"I thought you'd never ask."

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As Snow White wandered through the surrounding forest of the Kingdom of Corona, she sat on the grass by the shore near the bridge. The sun danced on the water, and birds sang merrily. Suddenly, she heard a cheerful voice singing in the distance.

The voice belonged to Baloo, a carefree and fun-loving bear. He appeared from behind a tree, his massive frame swaying rhythmically as he sang about his adventurous lifestyle.

“I like the cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni like they make at home. Or a healthy fish with the big backbone. I'm Baloo boppa-doo, dee-boppa-dooba, Baloo von Bruinwald, von Bruinwald, the 13th! I've got that wanderlust. Gotta walk the scene. Gotta kick up highway dust. Feel the grass that's green.” Baloo sang, brushing his hand over the tall grass. “Gotta strut them city streets, showin' off my éclat, yeah!” 

Spotting Snow White, His eyes widened, and he shook his head to make sure he wasn't imagining her. He continued to sing, now staring directly into her eyes. “Tellin’ my friends of the social elite. Or some cute cat I happen to meet. That I'm!” With confident swagger, Baloo danced his way over to her, his movements light and nimble for such a large bear. He noticed a tree branch full of flowers above Snow White and, with a playful grin, reached up and gave the branch a gentle shake. “Baloo boppa-doo, dee-boppa-dooba, Baloo von Bruinwald, von Bruinwald, the 13th!” He sang, as he sent a cascade of colorful flowers rained down, surrounding Snow White in a fragrant shower.

Snow White giggled as she brushed the flower petals from her shoulder, looking up at the tall gray bear before her. “Why, sir, your name seems to cover all of Corona.”

“Well, of course. I'm the only cat of my kind,” he admitted, plucking a pink blossom from the branch and tossing it at her feet. He continued his song, moving closer. “I'm king of the highway. Prince of the Boulevard. Duke of the avant-garde. The world is my backyard. So if you're goin' my way, that's the road you wanna seek. Calcutta to Rome. Or home-sweet-home, in Paris, magnifique you all!”

He came to a halt, his smile widening as he stared down. He blinked and did a little twirl, continuing to sing and rhythmically strutting toward her. “I only got myself, and this big ol' world. When I sip that cup of life with my fingers curled.” He wiggled his curled pinky at her, then began to jauntily strut a circle around her. “I don't worry what road to take; I don't have to think of that. Whatever I take is the road I make. It's the road of life; make no mistake, for me!”

Finishing his circle around her, Baloo stepped off to the side, kicking his leg out with a flourish. He cross-stepped back toward her, weaving rhythmically, singing his name while scatting. “Yeah, Baloo boppa-doo, dee-boppa-dooba, Baloo von Bruinwald, von Bruinwald, the 13th! That's right, and I'm very proud of that. Yeah!” He finished his song standing directly in front of her, staring down and smiling with a dream-like gaze.

Snow White clapped her hands, laughter bubbling up as she exclaimed, “Bravo! Very good. You are a great talent!”

Baloo put his hand on his chest and said, “Oh, thank you. And what might your name be?” he asked, shaking his head slightly.

“My name is Snow White,” she replied.

“Snow White... Beautiful... Love it!” Baloo’s eyes rolled back in a dreamy way. “And those eyes... ooh! Why your eyes are so soft, gentle as a doe.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, flirtatious murmur. “They make my heart sigh and set my soul...aglow~”

Snow White blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes meeting Baloo's with a shy smile. “Oh, that's very pretty, sir. Very poetic. But it is not quite Shakespeare,” she said.

Baloo winked, his grin widening. “Of course not. That's pure von Bruinwald, baby. Right off the cuff, yeah. I got a million of 'em.” He adjusted his pilot cap and casually scratched himself.

Snow White’s smile faded as she sat on a log, her shoulders slumping. “Oh, no more, please. I am really in a great deal of trouble.”

Baloo, sensing her distress, plopped down next to her with a reassuring pat on her shoulder. “Trouble? Helping beautiful dames—uh, damsels—in distress is my specialty. Now what's the hang-up, your ladyship?” He asked, scooting closer, cocking his head to the side, and smiling, hoping to meet her gaze.

“Well, it is most important that I get back to my team. I got separated and lost in this forest. So, if you would be just so kind and help me find my way back to them?” Snow White explained, her voice tinged with worry.

“Help you find the way? Oh, perish the thought!” Baloo declared with a grand gesture. He pulled her close as he gestured to the sky with his other arm. “We shall fly back to your team on a magic carpet, side by side, with the stars as our guide. Just we two,” he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Snow White's eyes widened in surprise. “A magic carpet?”

Baloo chuckled and stood up, offering his paw to her. “Well, not exactly a magic carpet. More like... a magic plane. Come on, I'll show you.”

Snow White took his paw, curiosity replacing her worry. Baloo led her through the forest until they reached a clearing where his trusty plane, the Sea Duck, was parked. The plane's gleaming hull and powerful engines gave it an almost magical aura.

“Your chariot awaits, milady,” Baloo said with a flourish, opening the door for her.

Snow White giggled, the worry in her eyes fading as she climbed into the plane. With a confident nod, Baloo joined her in the cockpit, and soon they were soaring into the sky, the sunlight breaking through the clouds and lighting their way back to her team.

....

Notes:

I discovered this ship on DeviantArt, and I was like, "Yep, this passes the 'Harkness Test'; I'm down."

Ship belongs to ManKambo on DA.

I love that Disney Mirrorverse used a combination of Baloo from The Jungle Book and his TaleSpin counterpart because we honestly get the best of both worlds! I adore Baloo's laid-back, fun-loving personality and beatnik mannerisms—traits he inherited from his voice actor Phil Harris, who also voiced Thomas O'Malley from The Aristocats and Little John from Robin Hood. Overall, I think Snow White and Baloo's personalities mesh really well together; they are definitely an O'Malley and Duchess type couple.

And yes, "boppa" and "dooba" are real examples of jazz scat words—I checked. I didn't want to use Thomas O'Malley's full name for Baloo, so I decided he could scat instead.

Anyway, I tried to capture the Thomas O'Malley meets Duchess scenes from The Aristocats for the mini-fic I wrote. You can check out the scenes I linked below and let me know how I did.

LINK 1 - The Aristocats: Thomas O'Malley (YT video).

LINK 2 - The Aristocats (1970) - Thomas O'Malley Meets Dutches & Kittens (YT video).

Ship names: SnowBear/Snowloo

🚫IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS SHIP, PLEASE DON'T COMMENT OR REBLOG 🚫🚫 PLEASE DON'T STEAL OR REPOST MY EDITS 🚫

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

[Video:

The camera pans across various pieces of equipment, getting close-up shots of their model numbers where such can be found.

“Hey Thea,” Aronia asks from somewhere offscreen, “how are you planning to get all of this out of here?”

“Moving company?” Anthea replies.

“You’re gonna call a moving company and tell them you need them to come to a secret island inaccessible by land to take all the equipment from a defunct Plasma lab?”

“Eheheh. No, I am sure Concordia knows someone who can help. She is very good at knowing a guy. Or if that fails, we can ask N to talk a wild Gurdurr colony into helping.”

“...I always forget that you can just…do that.”

“Get help from wild Pokémon?”

“No…ask Lord N for things like it isn’t even a big deal.”

Anthea sighs. “He does not bite, Ronie.” 

“I know, but–”

There is a loud, abrupt screech like metal scraping against something. All conversation cuts off abruptly, and the camera swings up towards the direction of the noise. 

“...Probably a wild Pokémon–” Aronia mutters, voice strained.

“Cartwright–”

The video cuts off.]

[eksentrismi]

I MIGHT GO TO A FINNISH ELECTRONICS MUSEUM NEXT FRIDAY ON MY BIRTHDAY (May 17th), LET'S GOOOOOOO, I'M SO EXCITED!!! <333 💕💕❤️❤️😭

If I get there, I'll make sure to take some cool photos of old tech <333 Ough, I can't wait to see..... all the CRT monitors and computers there.......

[miyuhpapayuh]

Candydrip interluude pt 2

I think it’s time for something new…

Yeah, that's right, right there.

I hate to be candy corn, but when you snicker about

my good humor, you make my stars burst

“Okay, ima cut that clip right around the end of this line. It’s a sweet one, I’ll admit.” She says, already catching a glimpse of that smile out of the corner of her eye.

“You finally comin’ around, huh?”

She scoffs a laugh, find you something to do leaving her lips, making him lick his own.

“What I been doin’ for the past two hours?”

“Gettin’ on my nerves, boy.” She playfully rolls her eyes, still focused on cutting her clips.

He sucks his teeth.

She mumbles something under her breath, continuing to make some adjustments. He’s still seated beside her, silently watching her work away.

“Alex dropped off another outfit for you to try on. I figured while you’re here, you can take it with you now and not have to wait till Wednesday.” She says, looking in his direction.

“Is it another coat?” He asks, making her snicker.

“You have to look and see.” She points to a box on her counter. “It’s right over there.”

Heading over to see about it, he pulls the lid off the box, revealing another stylish pick from Alex; a chocolate double breasted suit jacket paired with patchwork pants of a nude palette.

“These are sweet,” he glances in her direction and holds up the pants, catching the smile on her pretty face.

“I actually helped him find those,” she chuckles, sitting her laptop aside for a minute. “He wanted to pair that jacket with either the same color pants as the jacket or something across the color wheel and I could not let you go out like that.” She shakes her head.

He snickers. “Yeah, he out here trippin. Tryna have me out here looking like a black Barney.”

“Oh my god,” she laughs and wipes the tear from under her eye. “You’re stupid.”

“Am I lying?” He asks, placing the clothing back in its box, before heading back over to her couch.

“Nah.” She replies, replacing her laptop back in her possession so he could sit back down. “He was trippin, though.”

“Good lookin’ out, shorty.” His long arm stretches out on the back of the couch, making her aware of how close he was.

“No problem. Name’s Roni, by the way.”

“Ohh, so we finally uncover the mystery of Miss director.” He teases.

She snorts. “Well, I figured we’re not exactly strangers anymore.. but don’t get carried away, I’m still a professional. We can go right back to Miss director, real quick.” She blinks at him.

“I respect it. No worries.” He nods, a ghost of a smirk left on his lips.

“What you smirkin’ for?” She asks, raising a brow.

“We still strangers?” He asks.

“Outside of this professional relationship, yes.”

“Hm.”

“What?”

“I’m thinking you should let me change that.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Why?” She asks, looking up from her laptop once again.

“Cause I wanna know what the rest of Roni’s like.” He answers.

“So, talk to me,” she laughs.

“Why not talk over dinner?,” he inquires. “You like to eat, don’t you?”

She nods, soon mirroring his smile.

“Aight, then.”

“Get to the question, so I can tell you no.” She says, snickering at the smile disappearing from his face.

“Damn, it’s like that?” He asks.

She just keeps on laughing.

“You gotta come a lil better than that.”

“I gotta get down on my knees?” He asks, causing the idea to swim in her brain for a little bit too long.

“Aight,” he starts to do just that, making her eyes go wide.

Moving her laptop to the coffee table, he’s on his knees in front of her, ready to plead his case.

You beggin’ for real?” She asks.

“Whatever it takes.”

“Why?” She repeats her earlier question, making him chuckle.

“I’ve already told you why. You intrigue me. I wanna know more,” as he’s talking, her eyes wander towards his mouth for two seconds too long, making her blink her way back up to his eyes, which isn’t any better with the intense gaze they’re holding.

“Mmhm,”

“I’m not just talkin’, either.”

“I hear you, Lucky.” She rolls her eyes. This time in playful nature.

“So, what do you say? Can I take you out?”

“I suppose you can.” She smirks.

He chuckles, pulling her right hand into his left. “I need a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’.”

Sighing to herself, she gives in. “Yes, Lucky. You can take me on a date.”

“It’ll be the best you’ve been on.” He says, before moving back beside her on the sofa.

“Really, now?”

“Guaranteed, baby.” He winks, making her cheeks redden.

“Where you takin’ me?”

“You like Italian?” He asks.

“I do, actually!”

“Good to know.” He nods.

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Finally finishing her work for the day, Roni plops down on her sofa and flips through the channels.

Her phone rings, and it’s none other than Alex.

“Wassup, AJ?”

“I shoulda known not to leave you around his smooth ass,” he says, making her crack up.

“What are you talking about?”

“You goin’ on a date with that man, for real?”

“With that fine man? I sure the hell am.”

“You better be careful. One of these crazy bitches might be waiting in the bushes for his ass,” he says, making them both crack up.

“He better protect my ass!”

“Mmhm.”

“Anyway, give that boy that coat, while you’re on my line. He’s gonna turn me gray.”

“He’ll live. Maybe if he lets me do my job and make some calls like I said I would, then he’d either have it, definitely or definitely not have it.” Alex snaps.

“Oh, he’s being impatient? That’s surprising,” she laughs, thinking back to earlier.

“Definitely tell me how this date goes.”

“Will do.”

“When is it?”

“Friday evening.”

“Can I style you?”

“What the fuck?! Yes!”

“I'm not sure if I should say what I'm thinking or keep it to myself,” Lucky says, laughing to himself as they're seated across from each other.

“If it's gonna get you chin-checked, I'd rethink it.” She smiles, earning another laugh.

“Nah… you look really, really good. I mean.. damn, Roni.”

Unable to hide the blush of her cheeks under the yellow light of the overhead decor lamp, she sighs.

“Thank you, luck. You clean up nice, as well.” He'd actually worn the outfit that Alex sent over earlier.

“That means a lot, coming from you. Alex knows his shit.” He says, popping his collar.

“I see!"

“Yeah, just give him credit for the clothes though, cause pullin’ it together was all me.”

She laughs, and he gets to see her pretty smile once more.

“You're so stupid,”

“Don't bruise me so early into the evening, baby.” He playfully clutches his chest, unknowing of the effect his nickname had on her.

Shaking it off, she skims over the lengthy menu that Maggiano’s has to offer.

“Hm… pricey, pricey.”

“Yeah, get whatever you want, beautiful.” He says without missing a beat.

“Yeah, how'd you know I'd let you buy my food?”

“You'd let me take you out and not expect me to cover it?” The inquisitive expression makes her laugh.

“Yeah, I would hate to give you something to hold over my head.”

He licks his lips, and she crosses one leg over the other underneath the table.

“I would never do that.”

“Don't lie,” she laughs, taking a sip of her mai tai.

“I'm not.” He sits his menu down and holds his pinky out.

Oh, how cute.

“Oh Jesus,” she says, before holding out her own pinky.

“You ain't takin’ me serious, and I'm offended. So, I pinky promise that I'll never ever hold anything over your head and do any other bullshit that these bums have apparently tried on you. Okay?”

“Okay,” she says, and their pinkies intertwine.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.” She bats her lashes.

He blows out a breath and sits back in his seat, telling her she's lucky she's as cute as she is.

“What happened to beautiful?” She asks, it being her turn to be offended.

“Maybe if you stop playin’ with me, you'll hear it again.”

She rolls her eyes just as the waiter comes to take their food orders, leaving them alone again.

“Before you say it, Alex made some calls about the coat. That's all I know.”

He snickers, sipping on his whiskey sour. “At least there's progress.”

“Yeah, cause I heard you're an impatient one.”

“Persistent is the word I'd use. Alex been givin' me the runaround, don't let him fool you.”

“Persistent is the perfect word for you, I agree.”

“Damn, I can't win huh?”

“Hey, you're the one who got down on your knees.” She shrugs before taking a longer sip.

“Cause you weren't taking me seriously.” He reiterates, earning another pretty chuckle from her.

“I'm glad my suffering is amusing,” he adds.

“Oh, relax. It's just so easy to get you, I can't help it.”

He sucks his teeth.

“It was kinda cute…” she admits, rolling her eyes at that damn smirk of his.

“It was, huh?”

“And that's exactly why I'll never admit to anything else.”

“Oh, come on, maybe I like messing with you too.”

“You proved that within the first five minutes of working with you,” she shakes her head, “you're lucky you're as cute as you are.”

“Where'd handsome go?”

“Same place beautiful went.” She quips.

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Between the wonderful food, two more mai tais and his teasing ass, Roni was internally hanging on by a thread.

“I'm gonna get away from you, before you get me in trouble.”

How he'd convinced her to come back to his place, she wasn't too sure, herself.

“I'm that bad?” He asks, leaning in a bit, making her eye him; the fierceness in her stare had been replaced with something much more potent.

“Too smooth for your own good,” she answers, realizing how right Alex was at this moment.

“Is that a bad thing?”

He'd gotten closer to her, and his woodsy scent was making her all types of dizzy.

“No,” she breathily responds, before leaning in the rest of the way to kiss him.

A grunt leaves him as he slides his tongue in her mouth, tangling with hers, soon pulling her into his lap.

Tasting the whiskey on his tongue and lips, she swore it added to her own intoxication.

Once his kisses trailed over to her neck, she took a moment to breathe, unable to stop the whimper that leaves her as his tongue glides across her ticklish spot.

“Want me to stop?”

The moment she shook her head, they were greenlit to get into the trouble she'd been referring to.

The next morning, the blissful moments the two shared buzzed around her sober mind as she headed into work.

Alex was the first to greet her, immediately pulling her to the side to grill her and find out the fine details of their date.

“You spread it low and wide for that man?!” He whisper-yells, making her cackle.

“I'll do it again, too.” She answers. “Now, tell me that boy can have that coat.”

“Shit, I think he earned it after that, don't you think?” He smirks.

“Whatchu think I'm askin' for?” She quips.

He sighs and heads into his side room, grabbing the teal box with a matching bow off the table and comes out with it in hand.

“For lover boy,” he says, handing it to her.

“Aw, you already had it ready! Thank you! I'll be right back.”

Heading back down the hall, she finds him in the lobby with his head in his phone.

Her scent hits his nose and he looks up, an instant smile spreading across his face.

“Hey, beautiful.” He greets her with a hug and kiss on the forehead.

“Hey, handsome. I got something for ya.” She cheeses, handing him the box.

He squints at her before removing the top, gasping at the sight of the pink coat and pulling her into another hug.

“You a real one for this, Roni.”

“Alex made the calls, but sure, I'll take all the credit.” She snickers.

“I gotta thank his big headed ass, too. But for real, I know I been buggin’ you about it.”

She shrugs. “It was no problem, really. You're kinda cute when you're being a pest.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm.”

“Can I bug you for another date?”

“It depends on if I'm free or not,”

“Friday?”

“Mmm.. what time?”

“What time are you free?”

“I get outta here at six.”

“I'll be here.”

“I guess you've got yourself a date, then.”

“You guess, huh?”

“That's what I said.”

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Belch Huggins

I don’t know, here is a kindergarten Belch story, enjoy.

Reginald Huggins has always been nice.

Deeply and sincerely kind.

As a child, he was polite, he helped his mom, he shared his toys in kindergarten and never fought. His teachers described him as calm and quiet, and they all had fond memories of him, although they would surely have been surprised at what he had become once in high school.

All except George Ellis.

George Ellis was a substitute kindergarten teacher in 1977, when Reginald was 6, and he was terrified of this child. So terrified that he ended up quitting teaching and becoming a florist.

But don’t get me wrong. Reginald had been perfectly polite to him. He had welcomed him, in a shy voice, before returning to play. George had seen him share his toys, and even though he was a little aloof, the other children liked him.

George had immediately noticed that the boy was taller and wider than the others, not fat, just bigger. As if the other kids were further away when they were next to him, but he also noticed that he wasn't using his superior strength to get what he wanted.

He had witnessed cordial exchanges between the child and the other students in his class, he had seen Reginald accept refusals in a moderate way without throwing any tantrum, a common thing for a five-year-old or so child, and if it wasn’t for that famous event of February 1977, George Ellis would have told you that Reginald was an angel.

In January 1977, a Lilian Griffith had entered the kindergarten class for which George was responsible during his colleague's maternity leave.

George had never believed there were bullies in kindergarten. For him, bullies were born with adolescence and the insecurities that this period of life created.

As a gay man -without being out he had a behavior that disturbed the others- he had been bullied by several bullies during his adolescence, and they had always had the same profile: boys, often middle class and always badly in their skin.

That's why he refused to believe it when Lilian Griffith entered the classroom. This almost five-year-old little girl didn't look like a troublemaker. A petite blonde, with a big, innocent smile.

“Now that I mention it,” he said when he told the story one night in a bar, “Lilian Griffith, if you merge him, it makes Lilith, like that demon. It must have been an omen…” he then finished his pint and ordered another.

It had started slowly. At first she had begun by laying down her law. Rallying the children to his side by promising them things. Then she had decided that it was necessary to put aside those who did not want to be on her side. Finally, as soon as a child upset her, she hit him. Sometimes she hit them for no reason. George had watched her without knowing what to do, he had seen Lilian kicking little Rony Gibson, who hadn't asked for anything. He had seen Lilian create a dictatorship in kindergarten, until it all ended.

You could wonder what is the link between the little dictator Lilian and the terror inspired by Reginald, called Belch nowday, Huggins to George Ellis.

Reginald never sided with Lilian, he never left anyone out, and the other students refused to be mean to him. That's why she started picking on him. George was afraid that if Reginald retaliated to the blows the little one gave him, she would end up hurting herself. Lilian snatched the toys from Reginald's hands, but he simply replied "yes, we must share" and went to take other toys. When she kicked him, he simply moved away a little further. One day she took his favorite red truck and broke it. Reginald just picked up the pieces saying his daddy could fix it. George was impressed with Reginald's reaction and thought a lot of people should take a cue from him.

Over time, Lilian had created a real army and no one knew how to fix the problem. She acted behind adults' backs and always denied the facts, she took revenge on children who reported what she was doing and often attacked children who did nothing wrong. She terrorized kindergarten. She was a real bully.

One day, while supervising recess and watching the children have fun sharing the pedal cars available to them, George witnessed a terrifying scene. He noticed the young -little would have been incorrect- boy, sitting at the wheel of one of the cars, pedaling as fast as possible. George didn't think one of those toys could go that fast. He watched, helpless, as the car passed in front of him and violently crashed into Lilian, crushing the little girl against the wall of the courtyard. George was certain that if he had been closer that day, he would have heard the girl's bones shatter on impact. He rushed over to her and waited for what seemed like hours before he finally saw her take a deep breath. The children were guided inside and an ambulance was called.

When George finally got the chance to do it, he asked Reginald what made him do it.

“I solved the school problem. »

That's all the boy answered. Not a trace of fear or remorse in his eyes, still his calm expression. He had seen a problem and fixed it before returning to play with his comrades. George had been forced to see that the school was much better off without this girl, but he knew he could never forget the blank stare of the boy who had "just fixed the problem". A blank stare after an attempted murder.

Reginald Huggins was an angel. He had his own way of solving problems.

Later, five or six years later, he had tried to fix the school problem again by becoming friends with the college terror.

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"This is Roni," he said, holding up a gray tabby cat which looked rather displeased with the sudden disruption of its sleep.

"This is Roni," he said, holding up a gray tabby cat which looked rather displeased with the sudden disruption of its sleep.

Reece gushed at the sight of the grumpy feline. "Oh my god, he's adorable! It's nice to meet you Ronnie."

Misha cringed at the mispronunciation of the name, but didn't remark for fear of Reece getting upset with him. "He always attack your flowers, so I keep them on the high shelf." Misha motioned upwards, and Reece's eyes moved up to look at a row of all the bouquets he'd ever gifted the Ukranian, the oldest already looking worse for wear.

"You...keep all of them?" Reece asked, in awe, "I recognize every single bouquet up there."

"Of course I keep," Misha replied, shrugging his shoulders, "Why would I throw away anything you gave me?"

[ronidrakaina]

Chapter 4 "unlikely alliances" of my RoP Fanfic is now out on AO3! "Thorough Search for the Nine Rings" by Roni Drakaina. This lovely piece of fanart was done by my artist mother, on her journey to learn digital art 🩵 pssst there's more Adar in this chapter. But she's still into Sauron too, it's just getting a little shippy and poly everywhere...

Adar’s gaze held steady, careful to keep her budding trust unharmed. “I just recalled my children.” he replied calmly. “The power of these rings - stirs within me a hope I thought long dead.” his eyes glinting with the wisdom of one who had seen the birth and death of countless ages. “I thought it was allowed to exist only in the west, beyond the sundering seas. Times have changed greatly indeed if the Gods allow us to wield it here in Middle Earth, or perhaps they have truly left us completely to our own fates. Perhaps with it, this land could flourish once again.” he appeared almost handsome with his scars erased, his pain at least temporarily dulled by the bliss bestowed upon him by the ring. His hair was dark and lush, his skin soft and fair, a faint warmth lacing in his once-hardened gaze.

And as she looked upon him, something flickered within her heart, a memory, a recognition—but from where?

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WIP Wednesday - 9/25

Aw man, the Din's Temple arc is heating things up over here on the Zelink nonsense in MoaH. Here's a sneak peak for this Friday's chapter.

          “Isn’t Din’s Temple in the caldera of Death Mountain?”           With a hissing sigh, Saddiqah nodded. “It is. Sits up on the crown. I’m wondering what Ms. Keating has in store for that.”           Link tried to laugh, but he knew before Saddiqah even turned back to look at him that it had been hollow. Saddiqah nudged him on the shoulder. “Ah, come on, Sayre. You shot too high. It happens.”           “Right,” Link replied, still finding something more interesting in the rocks around them.           “Even the best of us,” Saddiqah went on, resting a hand on her chest. “You remember that Hylian rat. Spent months on him, nothing.”           That did make Link laugh, though cautiously at the memory. Saddiqah had been pretty bent on him. It seemed Marela had soothed that particular part of the story. “I remember, yeah.”           “And you’ve missed before. With that, uh, Zora…what was his name?” Saddiqah added, to which Link rolled his eyes. That was at least long enough away for him to laugh at. “And of course Roni.”           “Don’t bring up Roni,” Link answered with a significant groan even as his mood started to lift.

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