#saluting my president on this day

[elitehoe]

njpw put mother in office. salute my fucking president.

[lovesgoneinsane]

mfs who "listen to everything" better be prepared for when I put on goodnite, dr death

[runningfrom2am]

the election // LTPF

summary: Coriolanus Snow, current President of Panem, we salute you.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 1k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. this part is quite tame! idk, discussion of the games as a concept is pretty messed up? obviously r & coryo are both delusional but whats new??

a/n: y'all my country doesn't have a president so idk how tf presidential elections work so i just guessed LMAO. just a heads up.

also credit to @that-veela-girl bc she casually dropped "panem is her garden. the games are her flowers." in my replies when we talked about their future and that has haunted me ever since (in the best possible way).

based on this ask.

series masterlist // playlist

After the death of the President's son years earlier, no one had any plan on what to do when his father passed. Of course, there would have still been an election, technically, but everyone knew Felix would have won. He was raised to be the next President, but very few people knew that he wasn't the only one.

"No, Darling. You take it."

"What? No, we've always done everything together." You protest, furrowing your brow. "She's offered it to both of us, we can do whatever we want, no more waiting for her approval. We can run with it! Come on, it'll be so fun, Coryo."

"That's your dream. Not mine." He smiled at you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

You frowned, focussing yourself on pulling the buttons of his shirt so they were perfectly aligned. "Are... Are you sure? I don't know if I can do it without you."

"You'll never do anything without me, you know that." He hummed, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "If you need help, just ask. I'm right here. Always."

"But... I don't understand, Coryo. Why not?" You pout. Sharing the position of Head Gamemaker was something you had dreamt of since the beginning of your internship together, shortly after returning from Twelve.

"Well," He sighs, shrugging slightly. "I've been pulling some strings, working my way up, and the President is on his deathbed, apparently. So I'm thinking I'll probably start my campaign soon." The smile on his face shows you he'd been planning this for a while- of course he had, for most of his life, his loved ones were telling him that would be his destiny: Coriolanus Snow, future President of Panem. You saluted him, always.

You gasp, clapping your hands together in excitement. "Really?" You smile. "That's wonderful, Love! Oh, I just can't wait!" You squeal, throwing your arms over his shoulders and jumping into his grasp as he hugged you back.

That's the beginning of the journey that has led you here. Tireless hours planning campaign events and strategies, speeches, and everything that goes on behind the scenes. You knew he was a shoo-in. 

The polls had closed days ago, the results were in, and the only one who knew the results was standing in front of your husband on the stage. You sat in the front row of the expansive audience, gripping tightly onto your brother's hand with nervousness as he sat next to you. He was an adult now, nearly. You had pulled him from school today for the event, and he had changed from his academy uniform into a tux you bought for him in the car on the ride over.

You were grateful that your father had allowed you to maintain a connection with him at the very least, though you wouldn't doubt that Coryo had something to do with that. He single-handedly granted every wish you'd ever had.

Your eyes are locked on Coryo sitting onstage, but he can't risk sparing a glance your way. He would smile, and he can't have that until he's won. He carries himself with such grace, such professionalism that your cheeks flush just looking his way.

"The new President of Panem will be..." A moment of suspense, tacky, but it still makes you sweat as you pull your brother's hands into your lap, forcing him to lean in closer to ground you while you wait for the announcer to continue. "Our youngest candidate, Coriolanus Snow!"

He's on his feet in a second, and so are you as you scream with excitement, practically jumping into your brother's arms. You feel the people around you putting their hands on you, patting you in a series of excited congratulations. He had worked so hard for this. He deserved it more than anyone, you were certain.

Your excitement is only quieted when you hear your husband's voice over the loudspeakers, having taken the podium for himself. As is his right, now.

"Thank you, thank you." He says to quiet the crowd, trying to curb the wide smile threatening to form on his cheeks to keep a mature, calm one. "Thank you, wow." He chuckles, and you stay clutching onto your brother's hand as you pay attention now, sitting back down.

"It is truly an honour to be here. I have a long list of people to thank, but I'd like to keep it brief for all of your sakes. So I'll say thank you to my family, who have supported me my whole life. Most importantly, I have to thank my beautiful wife. She's done more for me than anyone could ever fully understand." He looks at you, finally, and you blow him a kiss. "Come up here, Darling. Please. I wouldn't be here without you."

You blush, more than you already were, giving your brother a quick hug as he ushers you on, the cameras tracking the two of you as he escorts you to the stairs up to the stage and holds your hand as you carefully make your way up in your heels and long, red dress. You continue to hold it up so you don't step on it as you make your way over to your husband, who is waiting with an open arm for you to slot yourself into. You do, seamlessly, planting a kiss on his cheek as the audience cheers for you. You look out over it for the first time, pride swelling like a balloon behind your ribs. This was it. This was your life now.

"To a greater Panem!" Coryo calls out, attention once again returned to the people in front of you. The people of a country that's all yours. The people of the Capitol eat it up, cheers for you morphing into a roar that inflates your ego beyond belief.

"Congratulations, President Snow." You say in his ear, loud enough so he could hear it without the microphone picking it up.

Coriolanus smiles, wider now, squeezing your side and planting a kiss on your hairline. "It's all for you." He replies. "Panem will be your garden."

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Try to imagine Trump going to campaign HQ to reassure those working to get him elected with a speech like this after one of his unwelcome surprises.

Of course, that's impossible. This classy speech is all about "we" — the team, and the American people — although of course it's got a few "I's" in there to contrast herself with Trump and sketch out goals.

First five minutes: Squaring the circle of saluting Biden graciously, thanking and reassuring his election team, and moving forward

05:40 - rundown of major accomplishments of President Biden's administration

8:45 Harris lays out how she sees this election and I'm actually gonna transcribe it despite my arthritis because YES YES YES. (It's not very long.)

"It is my great honor to go out and EARN this nomination, and to win.

"So in the days and weeks ahead, I together with you will do everything in my power to unite the Democratic party, to unite our nation, and to win this election.

"You know, as many of you know, before I was elected as Vice President, before I was elected as United States Senator, I was the elected Attorney General of California, and before that I was a courtroom prosecutor. In those roles, I took on perpetrators of all kinds. [chuckles start around the room, she smiles.] Predators who abused women. Fraudsters who ripped off consumers. Cheaters who broke the rules for their own gain. So hear me when I say: I know Donald Trump's type.

"And in this campaign I will proudly — I will proudly put my record against his. As a young prosecutor, when I was in the Alameda County District Attorney's Office, I specialized in cases involving sexual abuse. Donald Trump was found liable by a jury for committing sexual abuse. As Attorney General of California I took on one of our country's largest for-profit colleges and put it out of business. Donald Trump ran a for-profit college, Trump University, that was forced to pay $25 million to the students it scammed. As District Attorney, to go after polluters, I created one of the first environmental justice units in our nation. Donald Trump stood in Mar-o-lago and told Big Oil lobbyists he would do their bidding for a $1 billion campaign contribution. During the foreclosure crisis, I took on the big Wall Street banks and won $20 billion for California families, holding those banks accountable for fraud. Donald Trump was just found guilty of 34 counts of fraud.

"But make no mistake — all that being said, this campaign is not just about us versus Donald Trump. There is more to this campaign than that. Our campaign has always been about two different versions of what we see as the future of our country, two different visions for the future of our country. One focused on the future, the other focused on the past.

"Donald Trump wants to take our country backward, to a time before many of our fellow Americans had full freedoms and rights.

"But we believe in a brighter future that makes room for all Americans. We believe in a future where every person has the opportunity not just to get by, but to get ahead. [Calls of "That's right!"] We believe in a future where no child has to grow up in poverty, where every person can buy a home, start a family and build wealth, and where every person has access to paid family leave and affordable child care. That's the future we see! [Applause.] Together we fight to build a nation where every person has affordable healthcare, where every worker is paid fairly, and where every senior can retire with dignity.

"All of this is to say that building up the middle class will be a defining goal of my presidency. Because we here know that when our middle class is strong, America is strong. And we know that's not the future Donald Trump is fighting for. He and his extreme Project 2025 will weaken the middle class and bring us backward — please do note that — back to the failed trickle-down policies that gave huge tax breaks to billionaires and big corporations and made working families pay the cost, back to policies that put Medicare and Social Security on the chopping block, back to policies that treat healthcare as only a privilege for the wealthy, instead of what we all know it should be, which is a right for every American.

"America has tried these economic policies before. They do not lead to prosperity. They lead to inequity and economic injustice. And we are NOT GOING BACK. We are not going back. (You're not taking us back.)

"Our fight for the future is also a fight for freedom. Generations of Americans before us have led the fight for freedom from our founders to our framers, to the abolitionists and the suffragettes, to the Freedom Riders and farm workers. And now I say, team, the baton is in our hands. We, who believe in the sacred freedom to vote. We, who are committed to pass the John Lewis Voting Rights Advancement Act and the Freedom to Vote Act. We, who believe in the freedom to live safe from gun violence, and that's why we will work to pass universal background checks, red flag laws, and an assault weapons ban. We, who will fight for reproductive freedom, knowing if Trump gets the chance, he will sign a national abortion ban to outlaw abortion in every. single. state—but we are not going to let that happen.

"It is this team here that is going to help in this November to elect a majority of members of the United States Congress who agreethe government should not be telling a woman what to do with her body. And when Congress passes a law to restore reproductive freedoms, as President of the United States I will sign it into law! [cheers, someone shouts "we the people!"] "Indeed, we the people.

"So ultimately, to all the friends here I say: in this election we know we each face a question. What kind of country do we want to live in? A country of freedom, compassion and rule of law, ["Yes!"] or a country of chaos, fear, and hate? [Boos] You all are here because you as leaders know we each — including our neighbors and our friends and our family — we each as Americans have the power to answer that question. That's the beauty of it, the power of the people. We each have the ability to answer that question.

"So in the next 106 days—" looks around the room smiling at various people, "We have work to do. We have doors to knock on, we have people to talk to, we have phone calls to make, and we have an election to win. …" [a few final crowd -whipping-up platitudes like "Do we believe in freedom"]

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Note: Yes, I know, she spoke about rights for all Americans without getting into any specifics besides reproductive and voting rights, because those two are core values of the Democratic party and the ones most Americans agree with. Unifying a party and coalition building starts by finding common ground. The approach Harris is taking will pull away some old-school moderate Republicans who are reluctant to leave their party even as it changes beyond recognition, but who really don't like Trump. Many of them have been poisoned more or less by Fox News, so they need to see she's not a crazy crazy liberal.

[justalonelybitch]

Lovesick Fools

Kazuha x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Highschool AU

Warnings: hints of poor home life, overworking, implied family issues, smol commitment issues

Word Count: 2.7k

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dedicated to my lovely muse @siyooungi <3 enjoy your dessert

Your mind buzzed with thoughts as you wandered aimlessly through the dreary school halls. You swore all the endless studying was bringing you closer to your grave with each passing day. Your desperate longing for a break guided you up the school stairs. Eyes gleaming with delight as you unlocked the familiar door, your muscles ached in protest trying to push it open, sighing when it finally gave. Collapsing on the nearest couch with a thud, your body sunk into the soft cushions immediately. “What the hell happened to you?” Sakura, the student council secretary, asked teasingly when your head landed atop her lap. Her hands combed through your hair as she studied your appearance, worry written on her features.

“You work too hard Y/n,” Your student council president scolded you, eyes drifting from her assignment to spare you a wary glance. “Someone’s got to pay the bills,” you said playfully, no one catching the serious undertone of your words- well almost no one. Kazuha’s concerned gaze peered at you from from afar. Your legs dangled lazily off the couch as you relished in your childhood best friend’s gentle touch. It sent you into a state of bliss, your heart swelling with content as you allowed yourself to truly relax for the first time in what seemed like forever. “When’s your next shift?” Chaewon asked, the innocent question dragging you back to the harsh reality that was your life. Groaning, you lazily lifted your hand to glance at your watch, forehead creasing in a frown. “One hour,” you mumbled, cursing under your breath.

“How do you work every night and get good grades?” Sakura muttered, baffled by your ability to balance everything. Humming thoughtfully, a smirk crept up to your lips, mischievous glint in your eyes. “A magician never reveals their secrets,” you said cheekily, abruptly jumping to your feet. Saluting jokingly, you swiftly swung the door open, disappearing without another word. Kazuha quickly rose from her own seat where she’d been silently listening, rushing after you as while yelling her goodbyes over her shoulder. Jogging down the steps in a hurry, she bearly caught sight of you disappearing round the corner.

“Y/n!!” Kazuha yelled, halting you in your step. Spinning on your heel, you turned to face the ballet dancer. Smiling brightly, you waited patiently for her to catch up with you, chuckling when she panted breathlessly upon reaching your side. “I’ll walk with you,” she managed to get out between breaths. Nodding happily, you linked your arm with hers, dragging her out of the hellish school. “How’s the dance performance coming along?” You asked curiously, lifting your hand to shield your eyes from the bright sun. Falling into step with you, she mimicked your actions, no longer squinting to see your eyes that gazed at her with sincere intrigue.

“It’s good, I even have a solo part this time,” Kazuha murmured, sheepishly scratching that back of her neck. “Really?” You asked, a proud smile adorning your lips. The dancer hummed in response, laughing when a particularly strong gust of wind blew your hair into her face. Stopping momentarily, you innocently pushed the stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched as she gazed into your eyes, she could’ve sworn your hand lingered. Glancing briefly at your lips, her eyes widened in surprise when you inched closer. Her body instinctively followed your movements, lips lingering just short of yours.

Before she could close the gap, you pulled away abruptly, ducking your head shyly. A dark blush coated Kazuha’s cheeks, swallowing her disappointment as she looked to her feet awkwardly. Clearing her throat, Kazuha shook her head in hopes of ridding her mind of your pretty pink lips that invaded her mind on sleepless nights. Walking silently, you busied yourself with admiring the fallen leaves decorating the path before you, uncertain of how to proceed. Both of you grinned bashfully each time your hands brushed against one other, unable to make eye contact.

“When does your shift end?” Kazuha finally broke her silence once she’d successfully recomposed herself, gaze burning holes into the side of your head. Though when you turned to meet her curious gaze, she folded the moment your eyes that danced with kindness met her own. “Eleven tonight?” You tilted your head, unsure of the answer. “Again?” The older girl sighed, no stranger to your habit of overworking yourself. You shrugged your shoulders plainly. “Are you coming over after?” Kazuha asked hopefully, growing accustomed to late night visits.

“Only if it's alright with you. I don’t think I can go home tonight.” You smiled sadly, eyes telling a tale of your sorrows. Kazuha knew better than to ask. You liked that she never did, it was one of the many reasons you found yourself knocking on her door every night and Kazuh awas determined to keep it that way. “No wonder you’ve been so exhausted lately, you’re hardly getting enough rest.” She made a seamless change of topic upon sensing your discomfort. As much as she worried, she was content knowing you would open up to her some day. She could only hope for that much.

“I’m going to be late, I better leave!” You exclaimed suddenly, avoiding her concerned gaze as you wandered off, hands stuffed into your jacket pockets. “I’ll see you tonight!” Kazuha yelled after you, biting back the smile that threatened to break out on her angelic features. You beamed brightly at her, giving her a double thumbs up before disappearing into the distance. The older girl sighed in content, running a flustered hand through her hair. A wide grin finally crept onto her face as she shoved her hands into her own pockets, smiling stupidly all the way home.

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It was ten o’clock that night when Kazuha finally heard the awaited knock on her front door. Rushing to the source of the sound with little care for her appearance, she swung the door open eagerly, heart thumping in anticipation- Or maybe it was because she’d been practising for her upcoming performance for the past few hours, though she preferred the former. Nothing could prepare her for the sight of your sweet smile, butterflies swarming to life in her stomach upon opening the door. “You’re early,” she managed to stutter out, swallowing her nerves with a harsh gulp. Her eyes wandered your face appreciatively, admiring the way your exhaustion only seemed to add to your beauty.

Kazuha blinked owlishly upon realising how long the two of you stood silently staring at one another in her doorway. She tilted in curiosity her head when she found you in just as much of a daze as she was. Her eyes followed your gaze to her stomach, eyes blown wide open when she noticed what you were staring at. “Sorry, I was practicing the dance..” She trailed off, self-consciously covering her exposed stomach. You coughed awkwardly, pulling your gaze away from her surprisingly toned abs. “Sorry I didn’t tell you I was coming, boss man let me go early,” you muttered apologetically, glancing anywhere but the girl directly in front of you.

“That’s alright, I’m glad you got here safely.” She expressed her relief, gesturing behind her in a weak attempt to usher you inside. “I hope I didn’t interrupt,” you murmur upon passing the threshold, painfully aware of the way her skin glistened with sweat in the dimly lit living room. “Don’t worry, I was just about to take a shower.” She smiled reassuringly, clicking the door shut behind you. Kazuha wordlessly reached for your hand, leading you up the spiralling stairs to her room with a sudden burst of confidence. You ducked your head bashfully at the contact, cheeks dusted pink.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Kazuha urged with a grin when she arrived at her room. The pastel colours and sweet scents were something you’d grown accustomed to, spending more time in the dancer’s room than you did your own. Your chest never failed to tighten at the sight of the small bed the two of you climbed into each night. You’d never bothered to question why her family home’s numerous guest bedrooms were always left untouched when you visited, not when you slept so soundlessly next to her. Wordlessly curling into her side each night was strangely comforting for reasons you’d never understood, but wouldn’t dare risk losing her warm embrace with stupid questions.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Kazuha mumbled once you’d plopped down on her bed. She clumsily searched for a change of clothes before disappearing off the bathroom. You chuckled when she stumbled out of the room, a foreign feeling settling in your chest as you glanced around her room. Ignoring the persistent buzz of your phone as you settled comfortably on her bed, boredom threatening to overcome you as you stared up at the ceiling littered with glow in the dark stars. It felt like hours had passed before you finally heard the shower turn off, but perhaps it was just your growing anticipation to be in her calming presence.

“Are you tired?” Kazuha’s gentle inquiry greeted your ears after what felt like an eternity had passed without hearing her angelic voice. “A little,” you admitted, sitting up to find her leaning against the threshold. Her dark wet locks framed her soft features, oversized hoodie almost swallowing her body whole. You shivered under her intense gaze, overwhelmed by how hard your heart thrashed against your ribs at the mere sight of her. “You’re cold,” she observed, eyes narrowing when you shrunk into yourself. Her eyes lit up as she dashed towards her closet, reappearing seconds with a jumper in hand, her jumper.

She silently offered it to you, her sheepish smile rendering you speechless. “Thanks,” you murmured softly, tugging it over your head appreciatively. “It suits you,” she blurted out before she could stop herself, admiring the way you looked in her clothes. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from smiling at the compliment, your cheeks flared red as you avoided her curious gaze. You were thankful when she flicked the lights off, praying she hadn’t noticed you how easily she flustered you. Your smile widened with a will of its own when the bed dipped beside, Kazuha slipping beneath the covers.

Your breath hitched when her arm brushed against yours, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue as your nerves got the best of you. No matter how many times you’d shared a bed with the dancer the tension lingering between the two of you never faded. Though after an agonising five minutes of painful silence, Kazuha finally shifted closer to you. She pretended it was so she wouldn’t fall off the edge to ease her mind, but both of you knew it had nothing to do with that. “I’m cold,” the lie rolled off your tongue with practiced ease, shuffling closer to Kazuha under the pretense of a cool night.

It was the same as every night you visited Kazuha. The excuses you made to be closer to one another were safe. It didn’t matter that neither of you believed the poorly curated lies. It was familiar and that was what mattered. Though Kazuha deemed tonight would be different. The way your breath fanned her neck when you snuggled closer to her was something she didn’t want to imagine her life without. She never wanted to forget the way hands curled into the fabric of her hoodie so tightly as though you feared she may disappear into the darkness of the night. Your sleepy confessions that made her heart race each night weren’t something she was sure she could survive without. Having all that in mind made words she’d stumbled over for months seamlessly roll off the tip of her tongue.

“You know I like you right?” Kazuha's question echoes the darkness. You hummed in acknowledgement, biting your tongue as you shifted in her embrace. A part of her regretted the admission when you received it with silence, but you spoke before she could spiral. “I don’t know what to say,” your whisper was so quiet she almost missed it. Rather than jumping to conclusions, she waited patiently for you to elaborate, but she couldn’t help the anxious feeling that overcame her. “You’re one of the kindest people I know and you make me feel so safe, but a part of it scares me.” You confessed, voice muffled by her shoulder. Her heart ached at the pain hiding beneath your words.

“It scares me because you’re the only person that has ever made me feel this way,” you continued bravely. “And I don’t know what that means or if it’s even what you want to hear-” You cut yourself off, inhaling sharply as soon as the words left your lips. You couldn’t see the faint smile tugging at the corners of Kazuha’s mouth for it was hidden by the darkness, but you could feel her grip on your waist tighten. “I guess what I’m trying to say is.. I think I like you too,” you breathed out before it could become a ramble about months of concealed confessions. The warmth that blossomed in Kazuha’s chest at your admission was like no other. She was certain she could never be happier than she was in that very moment.

“Really?” The doubtful inquiry escaped her lips before she could stop it, uncertainty clouding her mind. “I’ve never felt this way for anyone else before, but if you’d be willing…I’d like to see where this might lead us.” You suggested, voluntarily taking a leap of faith into the unknown for her. “You mean dating?” She questioned cluelessly, holding her breath hopefully. “Only if you’re interested-” You stumbled over your words, desperately warding off the doubts that plagued your mind day and night. “Of course I am,” she breathed out before you finish, cheeks hurting from the sheer amount of times she’d smiled in your presence.

“Well then I suppose that’s settled,” you uttered stiffly, unsure how to proceed with your newfound establishment. It seemed Kazuha was no better, awkwardly shifting beneath you as she struggled to find the right words. “I suppose so,” was all she managed to conjure, words left hanging in the air. Though you were no strangers to awkward tension lingering between you, this was unfamiliar territory. Your mind wandered far and wide until the painfully loud silence simply became too much to bear.

“Zuha?” You questioned into the crook of her neck, feeling her go rigid beneath as your lips barely brushed against her skin. “Mhm?” She hummed shakily, not trusting her voice enough to speak. “I really want to kiss you right now,” your daring declaration caught the dancer off guard, blood rushing to her face. “Oh… oh!” She exclaimed clumsily, eyes comically wide as her brain scrambled to express her delight. “Oh?” You questioned, insecurities creeping into the whispered question. “Good oh! Great even!” She was quick to confirm, tugging you closer before doubts could pull you away.

“Good oh..” You trailed off with a pleased smile, Kazuha nodding her head rapidly in agreement despite the fact you couldn’t see her. “Well in that case,” you mumbled into the silence, lifting your head from her chest. If Kazuha was curious, you didn’t leave her wondering long. Leaning forwards, your soft lips managed to find her cheek in the darkness, lingering before you pulled away with a pleased grin. The dancer was wrong when she though she could never be happier, because if she got to spend the rest of her life like this she was bound to combust from joy.

It may not have been the kiss Kazuha was expecting, but her heart thrashed painfully against her ribs nonetheless. The content sigh that slipped past her lips was enough confirmation for you to know she felt the same way you did in that exact moment. While learning to love would certainly be difficult, you were positive that with Kazuha by your side anything was achievable. With that in mind, you slipped into a peaceful slumber in the embrace of the girl you would come to love in no time.

waiting patiently for my kiss 😌😌

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 11: Mrs. Americana & The Heartthrob Prez

"Bradley—are you sure this is safe?" You ask him as he fiddles with your safety equipment.

"Totally safe. I mean, this was my job for fifteen years before I retired." He tells you as he gives you one last look over.

You can't believe you agreed to this. You and Bradley and Jake and Jaycee were in San Diego celebrating the Fourth of July at the Naval base that he used to call home. His entire former squadron, along with him and Jake, were going to do a flyover demonstration and an air show for the holiday. He had been practicing for two weeks with them, and at the last minute, he had conned you into flying with him. Jake had tried to get Jaycee to fly with him, but she quickly told him that he was out of his mind.

Bradley secured a helmet he had specially made for you to your head. It bore the call sign he'd given you, "Mrs. Americana" on it with a red white and blue theme. The flight suit you had on also had the name stitched on a patch on the front of it.

When you'd asked him about it, he said every pilot and WSO had one. He told you that he picked yours because of your "undying love for Taylor Swift and the fact that you were the First Lady." You laughed at him, but thought it was sweet.

You stood across from him as he secured his helmet. You'd couldn't deny how handsome he looked in his flight suit. You felt honored to get to see him in his element. The two of you walked hand in hand towards the F-18 two-seater that you would be flying in today. The press was going crazy over the two of you.

You stopped to pose for a few pictures and answer a couple of questions before Bradley helped you into the jet and made sure you were secure. After that, he climbed in the cockpit and wet over his preflight checks. Soon, it was almost time for take off.

You could hear the chatter of the other pilots. You looked over to your right and saw Jake in his plane. He looked over and saluted at the two of you.

"Hey, Hangman. You look good." Bradley said as he waved to Jake. "I am good, Rooster. I'm very good." Jake shot back. You laughed at the interaction. It was strange hearing them use each other's call signs.

"Hey, Ja—Hangman" you began. Jake's eyes shifted to you. "How do I look?" You asked him with a laugh. "You look too good to be true, Mrs. Americana." Jake replied. You couldn't see his whole face because of the oxygen mask he was wearing, but you knew he was smirking under it.

Moments later, Bradley was heading down the taxiway to the runway. You were nervous but excited for this flight.

"This is Rooster to range control, Dagger Two confirming green range." Rooster spoke. "Rooster, range is green, have a safe flight Mr. President and Mrs. First Lady." The range officer spoke.

Your heart dropped as the two of you took off. You'd flown plenty of times, but nothing like this. You truly felt like you were one with the clouds. It was a magical day in the sky, and you loved sharing it with Bradley.

"This is amazing!" You stated as he inverted his jet. You had the biggest grin plastered across your face the entire time. When it came time to land and leave the plane, you were a little disappointed, but Bradley promised he'd find another way to take you back up again.

July faded into August, and August slipped away into a moment in time. Soon, September and come and gone, and the two of you had made it to October.

You couldn't believe that you and Bradley were getting ready to celebrate your first wedding anniversary. And the two of you were truly going to celebrate it. It wasn't going to be some gala thrown to look good for the cameras. It was going to be a true way to honor the love you had for each other.

It also didn't hurt that the media was head over heels for your two. The summer service tour the two of you had went on stayed on the front pages. People were comparing you to the Kennedys and the Prince and Princess of Wales, stating that America hasn't seen a more handsome or service driven first couple in decades. It made you smile every time you read something positive about the two of you. What started out as a means to survive had truly become something beautiful.

On the morning of October nineteenth, you'd hoped to spend a somewhat lazy and restful Sunday morning in bed with your husband, but Bradley seemed to have other ideas.

It was early. You knew that for sure, and your body was still more asleep than awake. You sighed and settled into your pillows, blindly reaching for Bradley, but unable to find him. You ignored it and tried to drift off, but something was keeping you from fully going back to sleep.

You felt warm all over, a heat building within you. You also felt an ache between your thighs and in your lower belly. You shifted, trying to relieve some of the tension, but something held you firmly in place.

You sighed, deciding to let the feeling take over your body rather than fight it. As you began to wake up more, you felt it, the scruff of Bradley's mustache against you, the drag of his tongue through your wetness, the grip of his hands on your thighs.

"Bra—" you gasped as he sucked on your clit. "G'morning," he whispered, pausing for just a moment to greet you before resuming his work.

He lapped at your core slowly but with a purpose. One of your hands tangled in his hair while the other gripped the sheet. You could feel yourself closing in on an orgasm when there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Bradley! Stop!" You gasped, trying to push him away. His head whipped towards the door, then back at you. "No." He said calmly before doubling down on his efforts. You let out a whine. You were helpless when it came to him.

The knock came again, this time with a voice. "Mr. President, I've got the breakfast you requested." One of the kitchen staff called in. Bradley groaned against your center before pulling off of you.

"Just leave it, I'll get it in a minute." He yelled. You snorted a laugh before he licked you again. "I'd like to finish my dessert before I get to breakfast." He said as he lips wrapped around your clit.

His tongue moved skillfully through your folds, bringing you to a mind-blowing orgasm before eight in the morning. When he was satisfied with his work, he retrieved the breakfast, and the two of you enjoyed it together, before another turn in the sheets. If you had it your way, you would have kept Bradley in bed all day, naked and against you. However, he claimed he had something important to take care of and he would be back in a few hours.

That left you to your own devices. You spent the afternoon catching up on emails and reading your new book, then you took to social media where an article caught your eye.

"Love, Marriage, but no Baby Carriage: When Will We See a Presidental Baby?" The title made your eyes go wide. You clicked on it and read about how people were wondering why a First Baby wasn't on the way yet. It talked about how you and Bradley seemed to be so in love but had nothing to show for it yet. It further speculated that maybe the two of you weren't the perfect couple like everyone thought.

After a quick Google search, you found several other articles all about the same thing. You closed your computer after the seventh one and sighed. You really did love Bradley, and everything was going well between the two of you. It wasn't time for a reelection campaign yet, and his ratings were through the roof. There wasn't necessarily a perfect time to start trying for a baby, but right now seemed pretty good. You decided that after dinner, you'd talk with him about it.

That evening, Bradley had managed to surprise you with a flower arrangement he'd personally went and gotten you as well as a new bracelet and some of your favorite pastries. All in all, it was a wonderful anniversary.

That night, as the two of you lay in bed, you dropped the bomb on him.

"Bradley, what if we had a baby?" You asked him. He stiffened. You could tell your words caught him off guard. "What do you mean, Sweetheart?" He asked you. "I mean, what if we started trying. Like, what if I stopped taking my birth control." You told him.

"What brought this on?" Bradley asked you. "Well—I was reading some news articles—" you began. "Honey, what do you always tell me about reading them." He interjects. "I know, I know, but they really got me thinking. We are in a good place right now. This would be the perfect time to start trying." You tell him.

Bradley sits up and looks at you. He studies your face. "You're serious right now? You want to have a baby with me?" He asks you. "I do, Bradley. Our marriage has been anything but traditional. I want this to be the one thing we choose." You tell him earnestly.

An ear splitting grin breaks out across his face.

"Okay." He tells you. "Okay?" You ask eagerly.

"Yeah, fuck—let's have a baby, Sweetheart." Bradley confirms before crashing his lips to yours.

Everybody stay calm, it's happening!

Also, thank you for all the love and support on this series!

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[russett-pots]

tennis club senior dom minju in nothing but her sports bra and running shorts, post workout with her attire soaked in her sweat, reprimanding you for your poor performance but instead of listening you keep getting distracted by her sweaty thighjus, pitjus, and absjus, and it shows in your shorts, now dom minju is even angrier and you are gonna get punished

Special Changing Room

Kim Minju

Words: 1.5k

Tags: Pet-play, anal, humiliation kink

Happy Minju day!!! Part 2

You swing your racket then you hit the ball and it lands on the other side of the court. But then the machine shoots the next one in the far end of your side. Since you aren’t the best player you failed to hit it. Instead, you run and fall to the concrete ground. But at least that’s your set done.

You lay there exhausted. Three hours of tennis club is tiring for you and that just added to your stress from school.

“Okay, I guess that’s it for today.” Club president Eunbi says.

You stand up before you can head to your bag. Eunbi stops you. “Uhhh…is it alright if you and Minju pack up the equipment?”

“Yes, Sunbae.” You salute her.

Minju looks at you. Her expression is pissed.

“Ya! Hurry up. I have a drama to watch when I get home. Start packing up.”

You pick up the balls around the court. But you see that you are the only one doing it. 

“Sunbaenim, aren’t you suppose to do something?”

“Me? I’m just here to make sure that you aren’t slacking off.”

“Yeah right! I’m always doing this.” You mumble to yourself. You have always been by yourself packing up the equipment especially if you and Minju are assigned together.

Once you are done you look around, everyone has left and probably even left the changing room. It is empty except for the one other person in the court, Minju. She is still on her phone doing whatever she is doing. You head to her and get down to your knees.

“Master. Please…I’m horny.”

“Horny? You have to do more than that…do more pet.”

You bow to her. All the way to the floor, hands on the ground. “Please master.”

“Say ‘please master’ again.”

“Please master. I want to have an orgasm.”

“Hmmm…no.”

“What?!” You look up at her. “Please master. I want your touch. Your thighs. Yours pits. Your abs.”

She takes a deep breath. It seems like she is getting turned on. “Pet. I can’t just give you whenever you want. I should be the one to tell you when we should have sex.”

You bow back then again. “Please master I want sex. I want a release.”

“What if I give you what will you give me?”

“Anything! I’ll give anything!”

“Really then.”

“Yes!”

“Strip naked.”

“Naked?”

“Yes.”

“Completely?”

“Did I stutter?”

You start undressing. First with your sweaty shirt then your drenched shorts and underwear. Now you are bare to the elements, you are wearing nothing but your shoes which Minju graciously allows you to wear.

“How are you horny if you’re soft?” Minju pouts. 

“Please master. I want sex.”

“Come with me. Bring my stuff as well.”

You shuffle your way with Minju, trying to cover your private parts. But then Minju turns around and takes a picture.

“Master! What are you doing?!”

“Insurance, plus maybe I want some material at home. You looking like a tasty snack.”

Finally, you’re able to get indoors, with less chance for someone random to spot you naked. You are in the locker rooms. Minju looks at you as you instinctively head to the male showers. But Minju stops you.

“Don’t you want sex?” She leans up and whispers to your ear then licks inside.

She drags your inside and throws you to the changing room. You fall to the floor, embarrassed.

“Come on, aren’t you horny?”

“Yes, master.” You crawl your way up to her.

Minju removes her shirt, exposing her sports bra and in all its glory, her abs and pits. She removes her skirt as well. Now her thighs are presented to you as well. All sweaty and juicy.

“You know what to do.” Minju looks down at you.

You start to lick between her thighs. It is a very familiar feeling. It isn’t something you haven’t done before. You have all the experience you need to please Minju.

You lick her under her thighs then around the top. Your hands grab her legs and push it upwards.

Minju leans back and enjoys everything.

You poke your tongue at her panties. But you feel a huge slap on your face. “Not there, pet.” Minju punishes you.

You leave the already wet panties and head up to her abs. It isn’t as defined as the other club members like Hitomi or Hyewon but you’ll still enjoy this. There is a small eleven that you can see and that’s where you first go. Your taste buds lick the valley between her strong muscles. She flexes them and wiggles her body as she receives a bit of pleasure.

Then you move to her lips, kissing them. Her lips are soft. The kiss is amazing. It is ravenous and rough. But somehow very pleasurable. Minju directs your hand to her encased breasts. It may be stuck in her sports bra but you can still feel the delicate mounds.

Minju’s hand is now on your cock. She strokes it roughly and furiously. It is slightly painful but it is the sensation that you have been yearning for all day. Her hand is better than what you can ever do in your own bedroom.

“Pet, do you want pussy?”

“Yes, master. I want your pussy.”

“Very good. I’ll give you my pussy. Lie down.” She commands.

You lay on the floor, perfectly flat. Minju removes her panties. The action is seductive. Then she stuffs her panties in your mouth.

“Don’t make a single sound. I’m going to moan and you’re going to be jealous. Okay?”

You nod.

Then she impales herself with your cock. The pleasure is insane. Even if you have been in her walls several times each moment is still tight. You can feel her walls constrict your shaft.

Then Minju moves up and down. First slowly then she starts to move faster and faster. She moves up, down, forwards, and backward then left and right. Things is that still tingle you. Your tip is reaching as far as it can. Every inch going as deep as it can.

“Fuck, pet. Your cock is amazing. Why is it so good?”

You cannot answer. Her sports bra is still in your mouth. You cannot spit it out in fear that it is just going to go back in but deeper.

Suddenly Minju removes her panties from your mouth. You can take a deep breath as you are free. But it doesn’t last long as her finger goes inside your mouth. You try to keep your gag reflexes in. Her fingers are at the back of your throat. 

She removes her fingers from your mouth then she grabs your hands and makes them grope her breasts. You massage them and play with them so soft and perfect that you do not want to let go.

But you let go of her breasts as she dives to your lips and kisses them. Your hand leads to her back and massages it. This isn’t a passionate kiss but since it is rough you try to keep it in.

“Pet…” Minju breaks the kiss.

“Yes?”

“Do you want anal?”

“Anal? We haven’t done that before.”

“There is always a first time.”

Minju readjust. This time her puckered asshole is now on top of your tip. It is difficult at first. Each inch going down your shaft is painful. It is even tighter than her pussy. It is like you can feel her inside get torn apart. 

Finally, you are fully inside Minju’s asshole. But she doesn’t move instead she shows a face of pain. So what you do is that you carry her, still with you cocky inside her, and move her to the benches. Now you can use your own movements to thrust inside Minju. It is much easier for you to move instead to Minju. She has tried all her might be on top of you and now she is tired.

Now, you are in control. You are the one that is dictating the pace. As you are still yet to adjust to the small size, you go slowly. Each movement slowly goes deeper and deeper. But you gently increase speed.  You try your best to go faster and faster. You can see Minju’s eyes show pleasure. You never thought such pain on a girl would bring delight.

Then you can feel it. Your legs grow weak. Your cock is throbbing. You are going to release your cum.

“Fuck, Master. I’m going to cum.”

Minju starts playing with her clit.

“Cum faster, pet. Cum faster.”

Now you are at full speed. You thrust as fast as you can, going at speeds you haven’t done before. All of the juices inside Minju’s body allow you to go such.

Then you shoot. All of your cum shoots inside Minju’s rectum. Your legs give way and you lay there on the floor again. Ropes and ropes of cum are now inside Minju’s ass.

You and Minju breathe heavily. You are both tired from the session.

“Sunbae…”

“Yes?”

“That was amazing…”

“Yes that was.” Minju sits up and feels the cum oozing out of her hole. “You came a lot.”

Your turn you head and see your white liquid leak out of Minju. “I did?”

“Now, let’s shower.”

You stand up and walk to the door.

Minju looks at you. “Not there silly. Let’s shower together.”

[mesetacadre]

sorry, youve probably answered this before but i couldn't find it. what is the picture in your header?

It's a picture taken at the farewell of the International Brigades in Barcelona, October of 1938, here is another which some might recognize from my old blog's last pfp

They are singing The Internationale, with the right-hand-on-temple salute that's traditional amongst communists, at least in Spain.

The Brigades were forced out of Spain by the Republic's government's decision to appeal to the League of Nations, so they would also force the Italian and German detachments to also leave Spain. The League of Nations formed a commission to supervise the dissolution and repatriation of all Brigadiers, but such a Commission was never sent to the fascist side, you can read about that in this post I made.

Alvah Bessie (you should read about him, he's great), a USamerican brigadier, journalist and blacklisted actor wrote in his diary [x]:

October 20th: woken up at 4 a.m. to compile a list of nationals [unclear to me if he refers to Spaniards in general or just the fascists, as their side was sometimes called "the nationals"] present here and to hand it over to the League of Nations' Commission, which should arrive today. Said Commission has not made an appearance, but it is known they were in Barcelona yesterday, drinking cocktails. There are 214 US Americans (a great deal of them were never seen in the Lincoln [Brigade]) linked to other services (Mobile park, Division, kitchen, sanitation, search and rescue, hospitals, etc.) [...] October 27th: [...] The Commission is hostile to us (the IB) and to Spain, they insult the Spanish officials and their peoples. They are doing everything that is possible to harm their mission

In their farewell in Barcelona, attended by the President of the Republic, Manuel Azaña; the President of Catalonia, Lluis Companys, and others, Dolores Ibárruri, the would-be General Secretary of the PCE during most of its exile (1942-1960), said in her speech:

From all peoples and all races, you came to us as our own brothers, as sons of an inmortal Spain, and in the harshest days of our war, when the Republic's capital was under threat, it was you, brave comrades of the International Brigades, who contributed to saving it with your combative enthusiasm, heroism and spirit of sacrifice. And Jarama, and Guadalajara, and Brunete, and Belchite, and Levante, and the Ebro, sing with immortal verses the valor, abnegation, bravery, and discipline of the men of the International Brigades

[nordleuchten]

(...) as if they had been the children of one family, rejoicing at the return of a much-loved and long-expected parent - La Fayette arrives in New York 🥳

Tl:dr: The good people of New York wanted to celebrate La Fayette's arrival harder, then was socially acceptable on a Sunday. 🥳

The next morning at day-break, the pilot came on board, and in a few hours we could easily distinguish the fresh verdure which adorns Staten-island, the charming white dwellings which enlivened it, and the movement of its inhabitants, which the expectation of some great event had caused in all haste to run down to the shore. Already the sea around us was covered with a multitude of long, light and narrow boats, managed by vigorous, active men, the neatness of whose dress and the propriety of whose language contrasted singularly with the ideas which in Europe are generally associated with the sight of mere sailors. As soon as one of these boats arrived near the ship, her course was slackened those on board cast anxious looks towards our deck, inquiring of our sailors if Lafayette were among us; as soon as answered in the affirmative, joy was expressed in all their features; they turned quickly to each other, shaking hands and congratulating themselves on the happiness they were about to enjoy; then returning towards the vessel, they asked a thousand questions, relative to the general’s health, how he had borne the voyage &c. but without noise or disorderly impatience. We heard them rejoicing among themselves that Lafayette’s voyage had been pleasant and quick, that his health was good and that the wishes of their fellow citizens were about to be gratified; and all as if they had been the children of one family, rejoicing at the return of a much-loved and long-expected parent. While contemplating this novel and interesting scene, the thundering of cannon called my attention in another direction; this was from the artillery of Fort Lafayette, which announced the arrival of the Cadmus to the city of New York. At the same moment a steam-boat arrived and we received on board a deputation, at the head of which was Mr. Tomkins, son of the Vice-President of the United States. He came to inform the general, that this being Sunday, the city of New York, which wished to give him a brilliant reception, but was unwilling to break the Sabbath, and which more over had still some preparations to make, requested him to postpone his entry until the next day; in the mean time the Vice-President invited him to his house on Staten-island The general accepted this invitation, and in a few minutes afterward, we were on shore, where we found the second officer of a great republic, on foot, without his coat, and his head covered with a military cap, cordially greeting his old friend, who on the morrow was to commence, amidst twelve millions of freemen, the most brilliant, and at the same time, the purest of triumphs. Mr. Tomkins conducted us to his house, where we were kindly received by Mrs. Tomkins and her daughters. But the report of Lafayette’s arrival was quickly spread over the great city of New York, and the bay was already covered with boats crowds of citizens, who hastened to Staten-island to give him the first salutation, that WELCOME, which the whole nation afterwards repeated with so much enthusiasm.

Auguste Levasseur, Lafayette in America in 1824 and 1825; or Journal of Travels in the United States, Translated from the French, Volume 1, New-York, 1829, p. 13-14.

[landofzero-archive]

Ibara Saegusa - 1st Idol Story

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Ibara: Oya? Oyaoyaoya~?

Good evening, Producer-dono! How unexpected it is to see you at a place like this! Salute~☆

..... Ooh? Why are you laughing? Have I said something amusing?

It’s delightful, because I always want to put a smile on the faces of people around me! aHaHaHa☆

I see I see? You say that  lately the twins— those two from 2wink— have been mimicking me and saluting?

That’s why when you saw me, you thought ‘The actual person appeared!’ and it felt like it tickled your funny bone(1)?

Indeed! I understand! So it was just a strange callback joke.

It wouldn’t do for me to not extend my thanks to the two from 2wink by saying ‘Thank you for the introduction to the joke’!

Fufu. Those two are very convenient, they’re able to do anything to an astonishing degree, considering their past reputation.

Ah, it was a good decision to poach them, I had made a good purchase〜♪ (2)

I don’t mean to say this as a criticism. But something like the DreamFes system might have a harmful effect.

Because the Yumenosaki Academy judges idols based on a biased evaluation system——

There are a lot of sleeping bargains, like those two from 2wink.

Are there any more idols full of promise that seem to be slow in growing in Yumenosaki Academy?

If you happen to know of any, feel free to drop me a line any time!

Us at Cosmic Productions will show you that we will be hatching those slow-in-growing idol eggs magnificently! Salute~☆

If I were to get the provisions of information(3), I would thank you! Naturally! Because this world works through give-and-take〜♪ (4)

Yes! Dear me, there are also unsociable and difficult to interfere with idols in Cospro’s conglomerate(5)

Would it be convenient to arrange for you to produce for them?

(Well if that was possible, I’d be able to take control of CosPro and move it around as much as I want……

This is the result of me doing things by myself here and there.

A special producer, who goes between all the agencies…….

I'm not so foolish as to let a person from such a privileged class with strong influences run loose.

I will be chaining myself to you until you’re unable to think of me as nothing other than an eyesore.

I do work that is quite close to producing too, you see—— it can even be said that we’re business rivals.

Fufu. That’s why, inversely, I intend to be on friendly terms with you. Letting my poison deeply entangle, flow though, and dominate you……

I’ve always done it in this way, to bring down my prey and use them as my own provisions.

I will do the same to you. I will enjoy you deliciously……. Producer-dono♪)

Ibara: ....... Oops, how rude of me! I shouldn’t be staring at a woman so intently. Ahh, as usual, you’re so beautiful that my eyes were transfixed!

That is the lamentable habit(6) of men!

As I am also a humble idol, I would like to know the secret to that beauty!

As I thought, do you pay attention to your usual diet and such, and undergo beautification treatments?

I see, I see, it has nothing to do with beautification, but you take care to exercise like this every day? Being a producer needs stamina after all?

Wonderful! As expected, people who are highly praised do have a different way of thinking! How splendid!

Ju~st kidding, I’m doing the same thing and letting sweat flow a little after work!

Fufuu, while acting like I was praising you, I ended up singing my own praises! How embarrassing!

Yes! I’m the Vice President of Cospro, therefore during the day, I’m exceedingly busy with various things with managing the company!

Naturally, I have to give my all for idol activities as well!

And thus, for health, as well as for stamina like what you’ve just said…….

That’s why, I decided to exercsie in this training room after the sun has gone down.

Oh myy, so we’re the same! I’ve always thought that we were of the same mind!

I would be delighted if we could forevermore be intimately acquainted, salute~☆

Yes. Fufuu, since we’re working in the same workplace……. Let us get along well♪

Of course, if you’re not opposed to it!

Yes! Of course I will respect you as a producer while I’m working as an idol.

It’d be a blessing to be able to spend time together as friends during off hours like this!

You don’t mind? Ooh I’m so happy, perhaps it’s due to my weirdly overly friendly personality, but I’m not able to make close friends!

It’s so lonely〜 I want to meet up and have a friendly chat like this once in a while!

Also, I know quite a bit about delicious restaurants in this neighbourhood, so we should go on a food tour as a group one of these days!

..... Eh? If an idol and a producer were too close, won’t that cause a scandal?

Who told you something like that?

If it’s just having a meal with a producer, I think every idol does that……

Yes, CosPro has always at least set aside funds for things like entertainment expenses.

However! Please do not be hesitant to call me if you’re in trouble concerning food costs!

..... Oops. Even though the training room can be used till late at night, if we keep chatting too much, it’ll be time for it to close soon.

Let’s exercise like we originally planned to♪

If we don’t, it’ll be a waste of the usage fees! Eh, I’m surprisingly miserly, you say?

That’s a harsh criticism, but to not have any money is the same as not having a neck〜♪

Naturally, I’ll buy plots of land, or gems or anything else if it’s to please you♪ Ju~st kidding♪

(...... Fufun. Well, shall we leave it at that for today?

She almost refused to have a meal together… Somehow it seems like she’s a very guarded person.

She’ll be even more on guard with me if I were to push too strongly…….

From the beginning, Yumenosaki Academy is the opposition, and she would not have a good impression of me as I am someone with influence in CosPro.

Slowly and carefully, without hurrying or panicking, I will conquer you, Producer-dono♪)

TL NOTES

1.変なツボ : lit. a weird (acupunture) point. The original is ‘it entered your weird point’, which is basically just the same as ‘it tickled your funny bone’. It’s said that there is an acupuncture point that makes people laugh…

2. 良い買い物をしましたね ; exactly as it says. Ibara referred to them as a good shopping purchase.

3. 情報提供 (Jouhouteikyou): provision of information in terms of economics.

4. Give-and-take written in katakana like this;  ギブ・アンド・テイク

5. コズプロ系列 CosPro Keiretsu: A keiretsu is an interdependent group of companies, each with its own banking partner, manufacturers, distributors, and supply chain partners. In English, this is usually translated as a conglomerate.

6. The kanji given is 性 which has quite a few readings. The given reading is ‘saga’ which means tradition, habit or nature.

[thebraxiatelcollection]

He brightened and adjusted Romana's lapels, to which she saluted brightly. "President, eh? Been there, done that. Didn't like it." "Personally, I think it rather suits me. I made my speech the other day. Read my lips, I told them, no more isolationism." The Doctor frowned, grasping his own lapels. 'That sounds dangerous.' Then he broke into a toothy grin. "I'm sure you know what you're doing." He reached out and pressed her nose, much to Spandrell's discomfiture. "Be careful, Madame President."

Doctor Who: Happy Endings by Paul Cornell

[berrypass-de-murdler]

99. The Founding of Midnight Movies

So Logico has a canon voice now -

Um

Um

UM

Moving on

This episode features younger Chairman Chalk and President Amaranth, two of my favorite underrated babus - and uhh Amaranth is VERY small in this flashback wow

Midnight I, meanwhile, is still made out of black smoke like the rest of his family, but resembles a giant crow.

Kind of like this (idk I'm too tired to draw)

With the last episode about 3/4 written, I'm almost done...

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

IRRATINO: LOGICO! I have a crazy idea. LOGICO: You just- ughh, what is it?? IRRATINO: Follow my steps, and we’ll be able to see into the past. LOGICO: The fuck??? IRRATINO: Do you trust me?

The panic in the air is real, and this question hurts Logico for some reason. But he takes his hand, and they touch their heads together. 

IRRATINO: I can see it now.

A grainy, sepia-toned flashback fills their minds.

IRRATINO: It started when the studio was founded. 

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A massive bird-like silhouette tears across the sky.

MIDNIGHT I.

He lands next to his son. The current president is much younger, of course, but looks exactly the same, still featureless as ever. A human body lays on the ground, with a teenage Chalk shuddering nearby.

CHALK: He’s-he’s-he’s-he’s-he owned the l-l-land, there-there was no s-someone must have tried to take it!

And a tiny figure stumbles over as well - just a child Amaranth.

AMARANTH: Salutations à tous!!! CHALK: [scream] WRONG SIDE, YOU ARE ON THE WRONG SIDE! MIDNIGHT II: Shut up, albatross. We need to worry about the dead guy.

He kicks the little rat away, who still seems very pleased. 

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LOGICO: Why are those two there? IRRATINO: There was a war going on at the time. Chalk was on duty to report civilian deaths, and it seems that Amaranth wandered in from the opposing side by mistake.  LOGICO: It HAS to have been one of the Midnights. IRRATINO: Wait. Let’s not be too sure. ---------------

MIDNIGHT I: Fuck that man. He didn’t deserve to live here. CHALK: M-M-Mr. Midnight how-how could you say such a thing?? That was- that was a human being who-who was-

Midnight places his wings on Chalk’s neck before quickly letting go. The young llama hyperventilates.

MIDNIGHT I: Step aside.

Chalk leaves, frantically scratching at red, featherless patches on his neck. Midnight I looks at the body and stamps one foot on it.

MIDNIGHT I: Who did this. MIDNIGHT II: Father, You know it was not Me.  MIDNIGHT I: Oh, do I. MIDNIGHT II: It was the scout, He set Us up. CHALK: W-With every ounce of respect, I would have NO motivation to kill a civilian! MIDNIGHT II: Tell that to the prison guards, puss.  MIDNIGHT I: Stop fighting or bad things will happen. 

Midnight’s talons dig into the body and he glares at the subordinates. In the present, Logico shudders. This man does not look like the usual suspects. He looks deranged.

MIDNIGHT I: Inspect the child.

II goes to grab the tiny Frenchman, who is flopping around a nearby office, giggling.

AMARANTH: J'adore cet endroit, je veux rester ici pour toujours!!

The figure picks up the rat by the tail and shows him aggressively to his father.

AMARANTH: Bounjour :3 MIDNIGHT I: …He couldn’t have even done this. He’s too stupid.

He throws the child away, who is caught by Chalk. He stares at his son, the scout, and the child, shaking.

MIDNIGHT I: You’re all too stupid… MIDNIGHT II: You believe I am innocent? CHALK: Then, then if we know then we’ll have to, we’ll have to look-  MIDNIGHT II: He’s lying. HE’S LYING!

II throttles the llama, and Amaranth screams for help. Chalk struggles to throw the Midnight off him.

CHALK: MY WAR HAS NOTHING TO DO, WITH THE DEATH OF THIS MAN! MIDNIGHT I: Shut up. EVERY ONE OF YOU SHUT UP!!!  ---------------

LOGICO: It was him… IRRATINO: Logico, look closer. --------------

The body, and the culprit, are right in front of the Ancient Ruins. Midnight I begins to charge up energy. Chalk clutches Amaranth and runs. Midnight grabs his son.

MIDNIGHT I: If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you.

The bird begins digging below the ruins, revealing an oil deposit. 

MIDNIGHT I: This is where we will build. And everywhere they stand. -----------

A third voice enters the present.

OBSIDIAN: I found them, and I figured out their plan. And they promised to ruin my life if I exposed them… but I called their bluff. I took the fall, busted out, and then laid low until I could find the evidence I needed. This place is that evidence. IRRATINO: How did you figure it out? OBSIDIAN: The ruins explain themselves in plain sight.

‘I RULE ANON’.

‘LUNAR ONE I’.

‘AUREOLINN’.

‘AN OIL RUNE’.

OBSIDIAN: Come on - the premiere starts soon.

Irratino jumps up with determination. 

IRRATINO: Logico! Come on!

But Logico is staring at the ceiling, extremely distracted. They’ve found the answer behind everything - what could he possibly be focusing on??

Inside Logico’s head, he still sees Midnight I, tearing away the ground, seemingly taking lightning from the sky and using it to charge his own body. The horrible man opens his single eye suddenly.

It looks exactly like Logico’s.

Irratino, unaware of what he’s seeing, has to pull him out of the room and rush to the theater, where they can save the world, once and for all?

The end!

wow

well... wish me luck ;w; <3 (please)

the end is near.

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[madamlaydebug]

@toneyearljr

As a Black person in America, it has never been great, better than 398 years I ago, certainly but great, certainly not. President Trump's brazen campaign slogan to make America Great Again is clearly a pledge to restore white supremacy (if not, please help me identify the time/era in which this nation is truly aligned with The Constitution's references to "ALL"). So on this nation's Independence Day, I salute all my fellow men/women standing up in the fight for justice and equality for ALL regardless of race, religion, gender, criminal past, sexual orientation, etc. because WE Make America Great!

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

Remember the concept of phantom being 'recruited' by Amanda waller?

Assume she bit more off then she can chew with Danny, underestimating him and using incorrect data taken from the GIW, he doesn't tolerate it and basically shames her infront of the president (uh oh indeed) and then giving her the 1 finger 'i quit' salute, he leaves with the warning "dont mess with me or my family or I'll come back for the both of you". Any attempts to strike back and punish him are stopped when batman shows up 2 days later with a video recording of the incident in the presidents office and a notice that danny (+his friends and 'two' sisters) has joined the justice league, signed off by the U.N with a report on interdimensional relations between them and the realms.

After being 'chewed out' by the president Waller fires some of her analysts (some literally) for the incident and goes back through the (shoddy) research and finds hidden in the data, information to vlad masters or 'plasmius' as he likes to be called, involvement through tampering with research and containment equipment... it looks like wallers going to have a ghost on the team again and this time he's staying, considering all the crimes and 'accidents' committed to build his fortune.

A month later wearing a very special meta dampening collar vlad is introduced to the suicide squad for a mission and has a 'very' special nanite bomb containing Nth metal dust injected into his head, bound to any duplicates with a spell from enchantress. (Vlad does not take this kindly and his survivability for the mission is up to you!)

[fenglianist]

Feng Xin Week Day 5: Childhood

fenglian drabble from my modern AU fenglian childhood best friends wip for @fxweek <3

Xie Lian had liked Feng Xin immediately when they first met. Their mothers were good friends and Feng Xin’s father worked for Xie Lian’s, so when their parents met, the children would play together. Xie Lian liked this boy who had funny jokes and remarks on everything and used words that grown-ups said were inappropriate for ten-year-olds. He was also a wonderful playmate who enthusiastically participated in the make-believe stories that Xie Lian dreamed up.

Today, while their parents had tea and discussed grown-up matters, Xie Lian was showing Feng Xin his figurine collection.

“Feng Xin, choose one!”

“Hmm…” Feng Xin scratched his head. “I dunno, they’re all good. What are you gonna choose?”

He looked up at Xie Lian, who was smiling. “I’m gonna be the crown prince.”

Xie Lian reached out a hand to pick up the figurine of the crown prince, testing its weight in his hands. He showed it to Feng Xin - the Crown Prince was an intricately carved figurine with flowing white-and-gold robes, a smiling face, wielding an elegant sword in one hand and a flower branch in the other.

Feng Xin stared openly in admiration. “Wah, that’s a good one!” 

He turned his gaze back to the remainder of the figurines, scanning each one. “Then I’ll be this Imperial Guard.”

He picked up the figurine of a young man in sturdy armour plates, with a bright red half-cape trimmed with gold.

Xie Lian smiled, his nose wrinkling. “Perfect! You can be my loyal guard.”

Feng Xin gave a salute. “Taizi Dianxia, your general reports for duty!”

Xie Lian laughed. “You promoted yourself to a General already?”

Feng Xin scratched his head. “Is that not how it works? I can be your loyal guard, who fought by your side valiantly in battle, and was promoted into becoming the general of the imperial army!”

“That’s an awesome backstory! Then, you just need a title.”

Feng Xin tilted his head to one side in thought. “How about Nan Yang?” 

Xie Lian laughed. “Perfect.”

Together, Xie Lian and Feng Xin wove grand tales of epic battles, General Nan Yang’s valor in battle and steadfast faith in his prince, and Xie Lian’s feats as the young but noble-hearted crown prince who trained diligently in martial arts and would one day grow into a fair, compassionate and just king.

In the end, the nickname “Dianxia” stuck, and Feng Xin would call Xie Lian that even when they weren’t playing make-believe. The halcyon days of their childhood were perfect, all endless summers flying kites and games of hopscotch and shuttlecock, racing each other down the hills and collapsing in a heap of laughter when they reached the bottom, patching up one another’s bruises when one of them fell from a bike, lapping up ice-cream and laughing when Feng Xin got some on his nose. 

In some ways, their personalities could be different as night and day - Xie Lian being a responsible class president and student councilor and consisting topping the cohort in most subjects, and Feng Xin being the kind of student who would snore in class and later try to cheat by copying their friend Mu Qing’s homework, which incurred Mu Qing’s wrath. 

But in other ways, there could not be a better pair of friends. They stuck to each other like niangao, and in class Xie Lian would spend his time managing their rowdy classmates and comforting kids who went to him crying, while Feng Xin would be his faithful best friend who assisted him in his duties, tried to carry Xie Lian’s books, and swore up a storm at anyone who ever tried to give Xie Lian trouble. Though Xie Lian was, more often than not, vastly well-liked, with many of the other students looking up to his exemplary grades and conduct, and drawn to his warm and kind personality.

They grew up together, growing into one another as tightly as two vines who twined around one another, inseparable, and each summer, they would light sparklers and laugh and vow to always be the best of friends.

[nitewrighter]

Okay, for the WIP titles meme: Sun Salutation? 👀

Ahhh I'm so excited you asked about that one because that fic is going to be about Kara and Torquasm-Rao, which is basically Kryptonian Tai Chi! I'm sad because I haven't been able to find anything about Torquasm-Rao after the President Luthor run. I have no idea what direction the show is going to take Kara in, but I love using MAWS Clark's complete and utter ignorance of all things Kryptonian as a springboard for how that world is shaped. Also I have some very specific ideas about Kara. She is ANGERY.

“I know you are there, Kal,” Kara’s voice was clear, but she moved through English the same way you’d move through a crowd at the airport when you heard someone coughing: unwillingly, angrily, and a bit hurriedly. She glanced over her shoulder at him, languidly pulling herself up and out of the pose to turn and face him. It took Clark a minute to find much in common between their faces, but Ma said you could see it in the eyes and nose right away. But I don’t look that angry, do I? Clark thought to himself. “I just…” Clark shuffled his feet a little, “Do you do this every day?” Kara just looked at him steadily for a few seconds. “I did not used to,” she said slowly, “I should have.” She glanced down for a second before taking two steps to her right, “Here. Follow my movements.” “Oh, you don’t have to—” Clark started. “I have to,” she said, looking at him with deadly seriousness. She motioned to a spot diagonally behind her, and Clark sheepishly took his place. How could a 15-year-old be so authoritative? Was it some kind of unconscious conditioning of his forgotten infancy on Krypton? She did say she changed his diapers (“Which was stupid and disgusting,” she had  said at the time, “Kelex was more than capable, or it wouldn’t have even been an issue if they put you in a postnatal matrix like everyone else, but Uncle Jor and Aunt Lara kept going on about the importance of physical touch and bonding and they would keep sniffing you. It was weird. They were weird. But you were kind of cute. I guess.” And then she would look at him just a little too long and her face would drop and she would be very quiet for a long time). But then… that authority also felt like something he always scratched the surface of, as Superman. The way people looked at him, looked to him, and all of a sudden he had to rise to that expectation after being so used to eyes glazing past him as Clark Kent. It seemed incredibly natural for her.

My vision of Krypton is mostly influenced by the YA "House of El" graphic novel (which admittedly models itself mostly on Snyder's vision of Krypton but look HEAR ME OUT) and my Kara backstory is pretty much taken entirely from the Tom King Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow run. I like conceptualizations of Krypton that have the capacity to be very warm and human, as we saw in the original Superman TAS, but culturally they're so technologically reliant and so convinced of the perfection of their society that on the whole that you really have more cultural expectation than actual warmth and community, and they don't see the doom that's coming--except Argo City, of course. Also I remember someone commenting on a post of mine a while back that Jor and Lara were perceived as hippie freaks by Kryptonian standards, so I like the idea of playing around with that.