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WIP Game(s)

I was tagged by @justabigoldnerd @yallwildinrn @cha-melodius @nicijones and @pippinoftheshire to do WIP Wednesday and Seven Sentence Sunday, but I hadn't been writing much of anything LOL. I did manage to get something down so here's a snippet! (obviously it's neither Wednesday nor Sunday, I figured that would be the fairest solution loooooool)

In the beginning, after he discovered his predicament, he was relieved. He thought that maybe it was a gift, that maybe he’d better start sending a few prayers up there, because surely someone is looking out for him and trying to make sure that he doesn’t die at the beck and call of the CIA—months later, when he found himself bound and helpless, just a sack of meat to cut through looking for information, he realized that there are fates much worse than death. (He got out with little more than scratches, yet for weeks his nights were plagued by hands holding him down, knives slicing through him, echoes of the human experimentation conducted during the war. The nightmares dissipated in time, but they never disappeared completely.)

It's new fic for the Immortal Napoleon series, it got a little dark and it's still a very first draft, but it's SOMETHING

Tagging anyone who wants to share a snippet, I am so late that I don't know if there's anyone left that wants to looool

[russellius]

George talking about the flight from Brazil to Abu Dhabi.

[thewonandonly]

ELEVEN ;; consultation

PARK SEONGHWA is a stone-cold, cantankerous punk-rock player. He hates everything about the world, and if he had just one chance, he'd do anything to keep the best thing about the world in his arms; you, the complete opposite of everything he's ever built up to hate.

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🏀Clasico Weekend and CL QF in coming!

I already miss the Queens.. NT breaks suck always.. hopefully no one gets hurt 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Have a fantastic weekend y'all (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿)

[effervescentdragon]

the video thats been giving me joy for weeks now 🙌🏻 for my beloved @carlosheinz

[15-lizards]

HBO is so vile for having such a great roster of both main and supporting cast members in Game of Thrones and then just never using most of them again. Let them out of the basement. Please.

[kelin-is-writing]

to everyone who sent things in my askbox, keep in mind that i now have (slave) work and my hours are awful which is why i'm so slow with them, i apologize in advance for how late i am 😭💜

[sgt-celestial]

seeing every single on eof my mutuals succession posting right now is so funny my dash is currently like [succession] [succession] [succession] [riverdale liveblog] [succession] [succession] [succession] [picture of cat] [succession]

[leogichidaa]

Psychoanalysis Sunday: Christmas Interlude

Non-magical AU where Regulus is put in therapy with a psychoanalyst

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Regulus lays sprawled across the floor of his room, his head resting against the soft bearskin rug. He watches the twinkling star shaped string lights dance about on the ceiling above him and lets out a heavy sigh. It is midnight on Christmas and even though he knows that little boys who stay up late do not receive gifts in the morning, he can not get himself to fall asleep.

Of course, he is far too old to believe that Santa Claus will not come if he is awake. He was disillusioned of such foolish notions when he was four years old and his father sat him down to have a stern talk about what was real and what was make believe. Sirius had tried valiantly to convince Regulus that Santa was real for years afterwards, but Regulus had wisely put his trust in his parents.

Santa or no Santa, though, if he did anything to disturb his mother while she slumbered on the night before Christmas, he would be forced to watch as she gave the presents that were meant for him to other family members. He had learned this, too, when he was four years old, the year that he had lost at least half of his presents; Andromeda, Narcissa, and Sirius had returned the other half to him when his mother's attention was elsewhere. Sirius had retained the right to use the ones he'd been given whenever he pleased, but he did that with all of Regulus' things anyway, so it hardly mattered.

Regulus knows, therefore, that he ought to crawl back into bed and shut his eyes and pray that he is able to sleep, but he remains on the floor contemplating a scandalous act.

It had been tradition for as long as Regulus could remember for Regulus to sleep in Sirius' bed with him on Christmas Eve. Sirius had been less enthusiastic about it of late, but he had allowed Regulus to snuggle up with him once a year and Regulus had graciously endured Sirius' snoring without complaint as an extra Christmas gift. This year, however, his parents had declared that they were both too old for such things and Regulus had been directed to stay in his own bed.

It had not seemed such a bad idea to him at first, but Regulus finds it impossible to feel at ease in his own bed now. He sneaks occasional glances at his door, then immediately shifts his gaze back up to the ceiling, as if afraid that merely looking in the direction of the landing will earn him his mother's ire.

After about twenty minutes of this, Regulus sighs again, before slowly and silently getting to his feet. He grabs his stuffed rhino, pulls on his fuzzy slippers, and tiptoes up to his door. He holds his breath as he pulls it open with tremendous care, his eyes squeezed shut.

The door is mercifully quiet and he sneaks into the hallway before shutting it behind him again just as cautiously. He tiptoes across the hall to his brother's room, pausing in front of the door and glancing up and down the hall. Finally, he opens the door and slips inside.

"Don't you knock?"

Regulus startles as his brother's voice rings out in the darkness. "I did not think you were awake," he hisses.

"So you just snuck into my room while I was unconscious and that's alright, is it?"

Regulus frowns. "Well, I shall leave if you prefer."

Sirius sits up in bed and reaches over to turn on the lamp on his bedside table. He and Regulus both squint as the room brightens.

"Couldn't sleep without me, eh?" Sirius asks, grinning.

Regulus folds his arms across his chest and sticks his lower lip out in a pout. "I sleep perfectly well without you snoring in my ear like a diseased cow," he replies. "I simply thought that you would be too agitated to sleep tonight without me to remind you to behave."

Sirius rolls his eyes and throws back the covers on his bed. "Well, come on then, twerp. Might as well get in."

Regulus smiles and clambers into bed beside his brother.

Sirius shuts the light back off and settles in beside Regulus. "If mum gives away both our presents tomorrow, I am disowning you," he mutters.

Regulus kicks him under the covers. "She would never give away your presents. You would make an awful scene and it would be an embarrassment to everyone."

"And I would get my gifts back," Sirius agrees. "So it would be entirely worth it."

Regulus shakes his head, but says nothing.

"Speaking of gifts," Sirius says. "What are you hoping for tomorrow?"

Regulus twists around so he is facing Sirius. "It is bad luck to get one's hopes up," he whispers. He pauses, then says, "It is enough of a miracle that you are actually home and not off with the Potters again."

"You're saying that my presence is your favorite Christmas gift, eh?"

Regulus sighs. "I suppose it is something."

Sirius grins and tousles Regulus' hair. "Merry Christmas, Reg."

"Merry Christmas, Sirius."

[sainztander]

i hope they both lose etc etc

[hrrycore]

now how did i manage to fuck this up within only a month

[salwameq20]

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Hello everyone, I think there is a new danger coming to us with the beginning of winter. In the beginning, the weather started with light breezes that made the curtains fly, and sometimes the wind exposed us and we caught colds. On Sunday, the first rains of autumn began, and I think we began a journey of intense fear because some of the displaced persons’ tents sank due to the rain and the sea, and because we are... close to the sea, we all suffered that night.

Now we need curtains to cover the tent and protect ourselves and our children from the cold. Mira, Ahmed, and Mayar have weak immunity, and we do not have the money to buy curtains because their price has increased 5 times. We also need supplies to place the curtains. I ask you to donate to protect ourselves from the cold and drowning in rainwater.💔

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