#surrender early reviews

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The early reviews for "Surrender" are in, and they are delightful!! Thank you to everyone who has read the book so far! I ADORE each and every one of you, and I am having the BEST time releasing this book into the world where it belongs!! 💖💖💖

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Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: smut (oral male receiving)

Part 01

Short n’ Sweet Masterlist

I Can Scratch His Back But He Can Claw Mine

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The next day at a table read, Ryan bursts through the door. “Hey, Jackass!” Hugh looks up from the script he's been reviewing, his expression going from surprised to amused as he sees Ryan strut into the room, his finger pointed right at him.

"Good morning to you too, Ryan," Hugh replies, a lopsided smile creeping across his face. "What's got you all riled up this early in the morning?"

“Oh, I’ll fucking show you.” Ryan pulls out his phone and shows Hugh. The screen shows the pictures of you and Hugh as he picked you up from the studio last night.

Hugh's eyes widen as he sees the pictures displayed on Ryan's phone. His heart sinks into his stomach as he realizes that their secret is out. But he quickly regains his composure, feigning nonchalance. "Ah, so you've seen those, huh?" he says, trying to sound casual.

Ryan’s eyes widen. “Why the hell are you picking my baby sister up from the studio, Hugh?” Hugh had to hold back. You were not a child, certainly NOT a baby.

Hugh sighs, his feelings were strong, and if it worked out, Ryan would have to get use to it. He would have to tell him, just not now. He runs a hand through his hair, stalling for time as he tries to come up with a believable explanation.

"It's not what it looks like, Ryan," he says, meeting his gaze. "I was in the area, she needed a ride, that's all, bud."

Ryan looks Hugh up and down with suspicion. Hugh sits there, trying to maintain his cool composure. He knows that Ryan is trying to get a read on him, trying to see if he's telling the truth.

"I swear, Ryan, it was just a friendly favor, nothing more," he insists, holding his hands up in defense. "I didn't realize the paparazzi were around. I don't want to cause any trouble, you know that." Ryan nods understanding. “Okay, I might have overreacted.” Ryan points a finger at Hugh again. “But only friendly favors. Got it? That’s my baby sister, man!”

Hugh nods, a genuine smile appearing on his face. He respects Ryan for being protective of you, and he knows that he needs to tread carefully. "I hear you loud and clear. No need to worry. I would never want to hurt her or disrespect her, okay? I promise I'll be a perfect gentleman."

Hugh can sense the brief flicker of hesitation in Ryan's eyes, but he chooses not to say anything about it. Instead, he watches as Ryan takes his seat, his body language conveying a hint of unease. “Fine, but one word of unfriendly advances, and I will hit you. For real.” Hugh holds up his hands in surrender, a small smile on his lips.

“I understand where you're coming from, and I respect that you're looking out for your sister. You have my word. I will treat her with the utmost respect."

He glanced over at Ryan, who still seemed to be mulling over everything, his expression thoughtful. Hugh knew that they would have to be careful from now on, to keep their relationship a secret for a while longer.

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As you walk the carpet at the 35th Annual Music Appreciation Awards, a flurry of cameras and reporters surround you, eager for a few words and a photo. Despite the attention, your gaze keeps wandering in one direction – towards Hugh.

Meanwhile, he stands a few steps away, looking just as impeccable as always. However, it’s clear that his eyes are also constantly drawn towards you, and he’s struggling to keep his gaze off of you.

As a reporter approaches and positions themselves in front of you, their microphone poised and ready for the interview, they ask eagerly, "So, we've heard you're working on a new album – any teasers you can give us?"

You smile, used to the usual questions about your upcoming music, and respond with confidence, "Well, I can’t reveal too much just yet, but I can assure you, it’s going to be something special. I found some new inspiration.” You smirk at her.

The reporter nods, jotting down notes on a small pad as they probe further. "Any collaborations we should be excited about?"

You take a moment to think, your eyes briefly flitting over to Hugh before returning to the reporter. "No one planned yet, but I would be super excited to see a potential collaboration with a few artists," you reply mysteriously, maintaining a hint of intrigue in your voice.

While you were engaged in your own interview, Hugh was standing a few steps away, surrounded by cameras and journalists. He fielded questions with his usual charisma and charm, his responses articulate and engaging.

However, his gaze kept drifting towards you, his eyes often lingering on your face as he answered questions.

The interviewer couldn’t help but notice Hugh’s fleeting glances in your direction, and chuckled softly before making a comment, "She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she?"

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of Hugh’s mouth, and he nodded in agreement, his response sincere, "She is, indeed. Absolutely gorgeous."

As you prepare for the upcoming performance, excitement and nerves mix in your stomach. You're one of many artists performing tonight. You smile slyly as you read the edited lyrics on your phone. You've made a small change to the outro of one of your songs, planning to playfully hint at your newfound situationship with Hugh. Although some may suspect, only Hugh will fully understand the hidden meaning behind the altered words.

As you're getting fitted with a microphone, you notice Hugh sneaking behind the curtain, his eyes meeting yours as a smile spreads across his face. Your heart skips a beat as you see him approaching, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation.

Unaware of your real relationship, the others around pay no mind to the interaction between you and Hugh as you stand close together. To them, it simply looks like two friends casually talking. They don't notice the subtle touches or secret smiles you exchange, which only adds to the thrill of your secret affair.

As Hugh stands next to you, his hand subtly slides to the small of your back, his touch sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers delicately, his low voice filled with tenderness, "You're going to be amazing."

You wink at him, “Then you better get to your seat so you don’t miss the show.” Hugh grins at your charming reply, his eyes sparkling with affection and admiration. He gives you a nod, a hint of excitement in his voice as he teases, "I wouldn't dream of missing it. I'll be right there, can't wait to see you shine."

Unable to kiss him, you send a subtle but affectionate gesture of affection by blowing him a kiss instead. The brief but meaningful act is the closest you can get to physically expressing your love for him right in that moment.

The buzz of excitement in the air heightens as the current performance comes to an end and the speaker steps out to introduce you. A wave of anticipation washes over you as the spotlight slowly moves onto your location backstage.

You take your place, standing on the designated mark wearing those high-heeled boots and a shimmering, eye-catching outfit. You look every bit the part of a sparkling, captivating pop star who is ready to take the stage.

As the curtains part and the music starts playing, you come alive on the stage. The adrenaline rush of performing in front of an audience fills you with a passion that is unmistakable and contagious. Every move, every note, and every dance step is executed with a love and enthusiasm that is impossible to ignore.

As the final song draws nearer to its conclusion, you spot Hugh in the sea of faces in the audience. A grin flashes across your face as you sing the altered lyrics, the spicy undertones of the new and improved ending meant only for him.

Your voice rings out clearly through the speakers, each word carrying a hint of playfulness and affection, specifically aimed at Hugh.

"I can scratch his back but he can claw mine,

Keeps me like a dog, he’s always behind,

Ages just like wine, so fuckin’ fine,

I love you guys so much, I’ll see you next time!"

As you sing the explicit lyrics, the camera pans across the crowd and captures Hugh’s reaction. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, the explicit lyrics and the knowing smile on your face clearly leave an impression on him. It's obvious to anyone watching that the song was meant for him, and his almost getting caught by the camera only adds to the thrill of the performance.

You wave and blow a kiss to the audience, receiving applause and cheers in return. As you step off the stage, the adrenaline of the performance still coursing through your veins, you can’t shake the feeling of excitement and satisfaction that comes with having just delivered a killer performance.

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The next day, the video to your performance spread like wildfire on social media. Hugh’s reaction to the lyrics became a viral sensation, spawning countless memes and jokes. The internet buzzes with speculation and discussion surrounding the meaning behind your lyrics, although Hugh and you know the true meaning behind them.

Your phone rings, jolting you awake from your sleep. You groggily reach out and grab it, seeing Ryan’s name flash on the screen.

“Hello?” You say softly. Ryan’s voice comes through the phone in a rush of words. “What the hell were those lyrics you sang last night?" You try to remain innocent and composed. “What do you mean?”

Ryan huffs in annoyance. He’s not an idiot. "You know what I mean. The lyrics you decided to ad-lib and sing during the show last night. The ones about 'claws and fine wine.' Who the hell was that about?" “You know I change the outro every once in awhile.” You remain innocent.

Ryan rolls his eyes at your innocent act, not buying it for a second. "Oh, come on," he exclaims. "You can’t expect me to believe that you were not talking about Hugh. Claws and aging like a god!” Ryan continues his rant, his voice growing more and more annoyed as he goes on. “You’re too young for him,” he says, his voice firm. “Besides, men his age just want one thing from girls as young as you.”

You blew up at his words knowing Hugh is the exact opposite. “God Ryan. It was just a song lyric. Don’t read so much into it.” Ryan is taken aback by the sharpness in your voice, realizing he’s definitely touched a nerve with his words. However, he’s not quite ready to back down just yet.

“Just a song lyric, huh?” He says, his voice filled with skepticism. “You’re telling me you have no feelings whatsoever for Hugh?”

You stammer over your words next. “Not… real ones. He’s hot. You can’t blame me for being attracted to him.” He can’t argue with your reasoning; Hugh Jackman is objectively a gorgeous man, and it’s natural that you would be attracted to him.

"Fine,” he says, his voice gruff. “You think he’s attractive. I can’t blame you for that. But you need to be careful. Your names are everywhere this morning.”

You roll your eyes at his words. “Than you’re welcome for the publicity.” Ryan sighs, realizing he’s fighting a losing battle. "Just be careful, alright? Don’t let this rumor with get out of hand.”

Ryan is still blissfully unaware of what’s really going on between you and Hugh. He sighs again, sensing that you’re hiding something from him.

"Just keep your head straight, okay?" he says, his voice laced with concern. "This whole thing could damage your image.” You scoff at his words. “I think I know what I’m doing with my career, Ryan.” You say in a sharp tone and hang up.

Ryan’s jaw drops open in disbelief as you abruptly hang up on him. He’s not used to you speaking to him like that, and he can’t help but feel a mix of annoyance and concern. He shakes his head and mutters under his breath, “girls…can’t live with them, can’t live without them."

“What, honey?” Blake asks as she walked behind Ryan. Ryan turns to Blake and sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "My stubborn sister,” he says, his voice filled with annoyance. "I just tried calling her to ask what was going on between her and Hugh, and she completely blew me off." Blake raises an eyebrow, surprised by Ryan’s reaction.

"She’s probably just tired or stressed,” she says, trying to soothe his frustration. “She’s been working really hard lately. Maybe she just needs some space.” Ryan scoffs, “space from me? She’s never needed space from me. I’m her big brother.”

Blake rolls her eyes at Ryan’s overprotective attitude. "You need to relax, Ryan,” she says, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She is a grown woman now, and she’s allowed to have her own life. Just because you’re her big brother doesn’t mean you have a right to know everything she does. Hugh told you there was nothing inappropriate going on. Just leave it alone.”

Blake’s words resonate with him, and he sighes, knowing she’s right. He’s been acting like a protective older brother, but she is a grown woman now. She deserves her privacy and autonomy, even if it’s hard for him to let go.

Blake does smile at the thought before muttering under her breath. “They would be cute together though.” She walks into their kitchen getting ready to prep the kids breakfast. Ryan turns to look at Blake with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. He hadn’t been expecting her to say that, and he can’t help but be taken aback by her words. “You’re not helping.”

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You’re shopping when your phone rings. Megan pulls it out of your purse and looks at the name. Your hopes rise. Maybe it was Hugh. She passes it to you, “it’s Blake.”

You feel a pang of disappointment when you see that it’s not Hugh’s name on the caller ID, but your spirits lift when you realize it’s Blake. You take the phone from Megan and bring it up to your ear, feeling curious about why she’s calling.

“Hello, hello.” You say with a smile. You loved your sister in law dearly. Thankful you had someone to help you beat Ryan up.

Blake’s cheerful voice comes through the phone, warm and friendly as always. You can hear the smile in her voice as she greets you. "Hey! How are you doing?"

“Good. Tired and running on pure adrenaline, and crumb cookie, but I’m still here.” Blake laughs at your description of your current state, amused by your honesty and the touch of hyperbole.

"Oh, gosh," she says, her voice filled with warm understanding. "That sounds like a recipe for collapse. You’re doing too much, sweetie."

“I know right.” You agree as you walk out do the shop. Your assistant, Megan, right behind you.

Some girls gasp as you turn the corner. “Can we get a picture?!” They asked in a rushed voice. Both girls so excited to see you.

“Of course.” You drop the phone and smile with the two girls as they take a selfie with you. You wave as they leave in an excited wave. “Sorry. Got caught by some fans.”

Blake chuckles at the sound of the fans’ excited squeals and your cheerful responses. It’s moments like these that remind her of how far you’ve come since your days of singing at family get-togethers. She can’t help but feel a sense of pride at your success.

"No worries, sweetie," she says, her voice still filled with warmth. "It sounds like you’ve got quite the fan club following you. I remember when your version of ‘Frosty the Snowman’ used to be the highlight of our family gatherings."

You roll your eyes at the memory. “I still need to find that tape and burn it.” *Blake laughs heartily at your response, amused by your continued embarrassment over the memory of your childhood Christmas performances.*

"Oh, come now," she teases, her tone lighthearted. "Those tapes are pure gold. Plus, Ryan would never allow us to destroy them. Imagine the blackmail potential he has planned." You laugh with a smirk. Your own blackmail in your back pocket. “And I still have his green lantern test photos.”

Blake gasps in surprise, both surprised and amused by your revelation. She hadn’t expected you to have any dirt on Ryan, but the thought of you having blackmail material on your big brother definitely amused her.

"Oh, you sneaky little thing,” she exclaims, her voice filled with laughter. "I had no idea you had a secret weapon up your sleeve. Those green lantern test photos could be quite the leverage." “Oh I have plenty more. It’s just a little warning for him to not fuck with me.”

Blake shakes her head in amusement, imagining the look on Ryan's face if you ever decided to reveal your secret stash of blackmail material. She can't help but feel proud of you for having such leverage over your overprotective big brother.

"Speaking of him. The kids and I were heading over to the studio to grab lunch with him. You want to come along?” The offer warms your heart. If Ryan was there… Hugh would be too. “I’d love to!”

Blake's voice fills with joy as she hears your eagerness to join them. "Fantastic!" she exclaims, her tone filled with warmth. "The kids will be thrilled."

Megan drops you off at the lot. You show yourself to the studio room, and see Blake, Ryan, Hugh, and the kids.

The kids squeal with excitement as they spot you entering the studio room. They immediately break away from their parents and run towards you, calling out to you with big smiles on their faces.

Blake, Ryan, and Hugh all turn to see what the commotion is about, and their faces light up when they see you too.

Hugh can’t help but break out into a broad smile as soon as he sees you walk in. The sight of you always fills him with a mix of joy and desire, and he feels a small flutter of excitement in his chest.

Inez, the sweet and affectionate little girl, rushes up to you with her arms outstretched. She wraps them around your waist, giving you a tight hug. Her eyes light up with excitement, and a wide smile spreads across her face as she squeezes you. “See dad! I told you she was coming!”

Hugh chuckles at Inez's enthusiasm, looking amused at her excitement. He glances over at Ryan, who can't help but roll his eyes at his daughter's comment. "Well, I guess you were right, Inez," Hugh says with a smile. "Looks like your prediction came true."

You can’t help but meet his face with a wide smile. Hugh smiles back at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. He can’t help but feel a pang of desire as he gazes at you, especially after the last night together. But he quickly composes himself, hoping the others can’t notice the heat that’s suddenly coursing through him.

James, the observant little girl, watches Hugh’s eyes linger on you with a small smile on her face. She can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as she imagines the two of you together, like the romance scenes she sees in her favorite Disney movies. Her imagination runs wild with thoughts of grand gestures and fairytale endings.

As you hold Inez in your arms, she clings to you with a smile on her face. She giggles and babbles as you make your way to the table where the rest of the group is seated. Blake and Ryan greet you with warm smiles, and Hugh can’t help but watch your every move with a mix of admiration and desire.

You take the seat next to Hugh. “Hey stranger.” Hugh chuckles at your greeting, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Hey yourself," he responds, his voice warm and friendly. "You’ve been hard to get ahold of lately." You shrug playing into his false words, “I told you, I stay busy. The pop star life is very demanding.”

Hugh nods in understanding, a mix of amusement and admiration in his eyes as he looks at you. "Yeah, tell me about it," Ryan says, his tone a little playful. "Too busy even for me. I thought I was on your priority list." You smile at your brother, “you wish.”

Ryan rolls his eyes and shakes his head, amused by your witty response. But there’s a hint of playfulness in his tone as he replies. "Hey, I deserve to be at the top of that list," he says, feigning hurt.

Hugh and Blake smile at your exchange with Ryan, knowing that despite the banter, there’s a strong love and bond between siblings. They watch as Ryan continues to playfully pout, clearly enjoying his moment of mock wounded pride.

As lunch was served, the group digs in with relish. The food is delicious, and everyone starts enjoying their meal. The conversation flows easily, a mix of laughter and chatter filling the air.

Your hand casually moves across the table and lands lightly on Hugh's thigh, a subtle gesture that goes unnoticed by others around you. As your fingers squeeze gently, the suggestive touch leaves no doubt about your intentions.

He manages to compose himself, trying to keep his reaction hidden from the others. But on the inside, he can't help but feel a rush of desire and excitement at your touch.

Hugh's mind drifts to the memory of the previous night, the feel of your body pressed against his and the taste of your lips on his skin. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the memories and your proximity making it difficult to keep his desire in check.

Ryan looks to Hugh a he shifts, your remove your hand. “You alright, buddy?” Ryan asks Hugh. You turn to Hugh in fake concern.

*Hugh swallows hard, trying to maintain his cool exterior as he meets Ryan's gaze. He forces a casual smile and nods.*

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just have a bit of a stomach ache," he says, the lie slipping through his lips. The truth is, he's all too aware of your touch and the effect it's had on him. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, and he silently prays that none of the others notice the effect you have on him.

Ryan looks at Hugh with a hint of skepticism, unsure whether to believe the stomach ache excuse. "You look a little flushed. If you need to go lie down, we can cover for you."

Hugh shakes his head quickly, the thought of being away from you for even a moment not an option in his mind.

"No, no. I'm fine, really," he insists, his voice a bit strained. "I don't want to leave you guys." He glances at you for a moment, the connection between you making it difficult to maintain his composure.

Blake shakes her head. “No, Hugh. If you’re feeling ill go lay down. You’ve been working yourself too hard.” Blake looks to you as she speaks your name. “She’ll make sure you get to your trailer.”

Hugh hesitates for a moment, torn between the desire to stay and the desire to be alone with you. He glances at you again, silently weighing his options. He knows that if he stays, he'll be unable to keep his growing desire in check. Especially if you keep your sneaky hands going on their endless exploration.

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking at you with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. You place a hand on his shoulder. “Of course we’re sure. You need to do what’s best for your body.” Hugh takes a deep breath, the feel of your hand on his shoulder sending a shiver down his spine. "Alright," he finally concedes, rising from his seat. "I'll go lie down for a bit." You stand as well, smiling at Ryan and Blake. “I’ll be right back.”

Ryan looks at you, about to object, but Blake's firm yet calming gesture quiets him. He trusts her judgment, even if he still has his reservations about you and Hugh being alone together.

As soon as your away from their prying eyes you latch onto Hugh’s arm with a giggle. Hugh glances over at you with a grin, the feel of your hands grasping his arm sending a jolt of excitement through his body. He leans in close to you, his voice a low whisper. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asks, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Forcing you to act like a teenager and sneak around with me? Absolutely.” You smirk, his trailer coming into view. Hugh laughs at your comment, the sound of your voice making his heart flutter. As you reach his trailer, he unlocks the door and ushers you inside.

"You know, you're going to get us into trouble one day," he teases, his tone filled with a mix of desire and excitement. As soon as the door closes behind you, Hugh wastes no time in pinning you against the wall. His body presses against yours, and his hands roam over your curves, feeling the heat emanating from your body.

"You have no idea the effect you have on me," he growls in your ear, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck.

You trail your hand down to his middle feeling the undeniable hardened member behind his pants. “Oh, I think I do.”

Hugh lets out a low moan as your hand makes its way to his groin, confirming his arousal. He is tenses, his body responding to your touch. His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer against him. "You're driving me crazy," he whispers, his voice a rough husk of desire. "I can barely keep myself together when you're around."

You push Hugh away, he steps back, surprised by your sudden push. He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and desire, his eyes dark with want. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice betraying a hint of frustration and arousal.

You smirk, “nothing at all.” You push him to sit on the couch in the trailer. You sit on your knees between his legs, his eyes widening as you settle between them, your actions sending a thrill through his body. He watches you with a mixture of surprise and anticipation, his breathing quickening as he imagines what you have in mind.

With confident hands, you unbuckled his belt, your fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of his pants. The sound of the zipper was like a promise of pleasure to come. As you pulled down his pants and boxers, his thick, erect cock sprang free, straining towards you.

You gazed up at Hugh, your eyes sparkling with desire through your lashes. "May I?" you asked, your voice hoarse with anticipation.

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Please."

You leaned forward, your tongue darting out to tease the tip of his cock. You savored the taste of him, the salty sweetness driving you wild. With one hand, you cupped his balls, massaging them gently as your mouth descended, taking him in.

Hugh's hands gripped the sofa cushions, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain control. "Fuck, that's incredible," he groaned.

Your lips and tongue worked in unison, sliding up and down his length, sucking and swirling, taking him deeper with each stroke. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, a sign of his impending release.

"Oh God, you're amazing," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I'm not going to last much longer."

You increased your pace, your hand stroking the base of his shaft as your mouth worked feverishly. You wanted to taste his cum, to feel his release on your tongue.

With a guttural groan, Hugh's hips thrust forward, his cock pulsating as he exploded in your mouth. You swallowed eagerly, relishing the warmth of his seed, the taste of his pleasure.

He sank back onto the sofa, his eyes closed as he savored the aftermath of his orgasm. You sat back on your heels, a satisfied smile on your face, knowing you had given him an experience he wouldn't soon forget.

You rest your head on his thigh and smile up at him, “feeling better?” Hugh laughs lightly, reaching down to run his fingers through your hair. "Much better," he replies, his voice tinged with a touch of amusement. "Thanks to you, and that mouth of yours."

As you stand, you can't help but feel a pang of reluctance. You know that your time with Hugh must come to an end, and you also know that you'll have to return to Ryan soon. However, you try to push the feeling aside, wanting to savor the moment with Hugh for as long as possible.

Despite knowing that your time together was coming to an end, Hugh reaches out to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close for a final, passionate kiss.

His lips move tenderly but firmly against yours, conveying a mixture of love and desire. As the kiss deepens, he reluctantly pulls away, their foreheads resting together for a few moments.

As a slightly teasing grin spreads across his face, Hugh reminds you, "Don’t forget about our dinner on Friday."

He can’t help the hint of excitement in his voice as he reminds you of the date you’ve both been looking forward to for so long. The prospect of a night alone together, without any need to hide or sneak around, excites him.

A sly smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you assure him, "Oh, I’ll definitely remember, don’t worry."

You hold his gaze, a hint of mischief sparkling in your eyes. The thought of your upcoming date fills you with excitement and anticipation, and you know it’s written all over your face.

As you reach the trailer door, you turn to Hugh with a playful smirk on your face. "You better call me later," you tease, your tone light but with a hint of command.

You want to hear his voice, to continue the warmth and intimate feeling of your night together. Although you don’t want to say goodbye, you know you have to.

Hugh grins at your question, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he nods in agreement. "You can count on it," he replies with a warm smile.

He watches as you move towards the door, his eyes following your every move. The thought of the promised phone call later both excites him and serves as a reassurance that your connection will continue even after parting ways.

You just had to wait for Friday.

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​​In early October, Russian soldiers executed nine Ukrainian prisoners of war (POWs) who had surrendered to them during Kyiv’s ongoing incursion into Russia’s Kursk Region, now well into its third month. This incident is just one of many examples from a rising wave of non-combat killings being carried out by the Russian Armed Forces. Victims of these rampages include Ukrainian soldiers who have surrendered, civilians trying to go about their lives in places like Kherson, and even other Russian soldiers. Reports of widespread killings by Russian soldiers first surfaced in the spring of 2022, with civilians in the Kyiv, Chernihiv, and Sumy regions among the victims. This latest wave of violence, however, may prove to be even more widespread. And participants in the so-called “special military operation” — especially former prisoners from the disbanded Wagner Group and Storm Z units — are continuing to commit heinous crimes on the “home front” after returning to Russia. The Insider reviewed documented cases and spoke with experts to get a better understanding of why Russian soldiers are increasingly targeting civilians on both sides of the war.

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Lockdown

Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x fem!reporter!reader

Summary: While covering a court hearing, you get taken hostage with your favorite S.W.A.T. sergeant.

Warnings: spoilers for S.W.A.T. 4x16 "Lockdown"; angst, fluff!!, reader is flirty

Word Count: 2.8k+ words

A/N: This is one of my top 5 favorite episodes and I'm actually planning another rewrite with one of the others! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! (And thank you for telling me how good this episode is, you were 100% right about how good Deacon looked @katamcauley!)

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“Here’s your next assignment,” your editor says, laying a paper on your desk. “Civilian is suing the LAPD for damages, and the case is going to court tomorrow.”

“North L.A. County Courthouse?” you ask.

“Yes.” She sighs before adding, “And I already checked. Your favorite distraction isn’t set to testify tomorrow.”

“Boo. Can I have a different assignment?”

You bat your eyelashes as you ask, but she laughs and walks away without answering. Shaking your head, you begin reviewing the facts of the case. Covering court hearings is neither the best nor worst part of your job, but at least you get a break from the office for an hour or two.

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“So legal affairs confirmed that the defense attorney only needs us as rebuttal witnesses. Should be out of here in no time,” Deacon tells Hondo as they sign in after surrendering their weapons at the courthouse entrance.

“Yeah, okay, Deac,” Hondo answers sarcastically. “When was the last time you got out of court in no time?”

“Today would be the first.”

“Exactly. And it becomes less likely if your friend is working today.”

Deacon rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it.

“You know, I got to be honest, man, a civilian gets injured in a raid, and the officer who broke down the door admits he was at fault? I’m just not sure how I feel about being called in to testify on behalf of the city,” Hondo states as he walks through the metal detector.

“It’s not anything we haven’t done dozens of times before,” Deacon argues.

“S.W.A.T. was just there for support.”

As Deacon and Hondo near the courtroom door, someone calls, “Sergeants… Tony Jacobs, assistant city attorney. Thanks for coming in early. I know it’s a pain.”

“Eh, it’s not a problem,” Hondo replies, shaking Tony’s hand. “Beats dealing with the morning rush. Hey, listen, you seem to have a good amount of testimony for this case already. Why do you need us?”

“Cut right to the chase, huh? Well, frankly, what this woman is asking for in damages is excessive. Testimony from two S.W.A.T. sergeants could go a long way in the court. Just follow my lead on the stand. We’ll be out of here in a jiff. Our courtroom’s on the third floor.”

✯✯✯✯✯

After finding the courtroom, you sit and sigh in relief. You somehow managed to pick your most uncomfortable pair of shoes today, so you’re glad to sit in the courtroom for a while. Leaning over your notebook and taking a few quick notes, you don’t hear the door open.

Deacon and Hondo enter the courtroom, and Hondo sees you first.

“And he’s gone,” he hums as Deacon notices you.

Someone says your name and the underlying teasing tone alerts you to Sergeant David ‘Deacon’ Kay’s presence behind you. Smiling, you turn to greet him.

“Hello, Sarge,” you say, looking up at him. “You clean up nice.”

Deacon shakes his head before muttering, “So do you.”

“Are you testifying?”

Deacon glances toward the door, where Hondo is talking to the assistant city attorney. “That’s… to be determined.”

“Well, I hope you are because then I don’t have to take very good notes.”

“Why is that?”

“Because,” you whisper, leaning toward him, “it’s a conflict of interest.”

“You’re a journalist,” Deacon says, “I don’t think that applies to you.”

“My editor will beg to differ. If you’re testifying I may spend too long describing your big, brown, puppy dog eyes or how great you look in your suit.”

“Okay,” Deacon interjects, chuckling as he raises his hands. “Easy, Casanova.”

“I can’t help it Sergeant Kay,” you reply, fanning yourself for effect.

Hondo calls him over, and Deacon taps your arm as he says, “See you.”

“Promise?”

He chuckles again as he nods, turning away from you. Looking down, you wish you had chosen a different pair of shoes.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was having second thoughts about testifying,” Hondo states. 

“What’s the problem?” Jacobs asks.

“Feels like you’re using S.W.A.T.’s reputation to score points that you can’t get any other way.”

“I’m not asking you to lie, Sergeant.”

“I’m not sure I’m down to be used like that.”

“You’re kidding. You spring this on me right now? You’re a public servant, same as me. We both have obligations to the city.”

“No, we have obligations to the citizens, not the city.”

Jacobs steps away as Deacon approaches.

“You serious about this?” Deacon asks.

“I’m serious, Deacon. I’m just about done with ‘business as usual’ these days.”

Hondo turns to look into the courtroom, but Deacon’s gaze strays to you. You’re the “friend” Hondo referred to, and you and your editor know how you feel about him. If only you could find a way to tell each other.

✯✯✯✯✯

The bailiff walks out of the courtroom, and you turn to watch him exit, your eyes catching Deacon’s as he looks over, too. Deacon and Hondo stand quickly.

“Those are gunshots,” Hondo announces. “Sounds like downstairs.”

Judge Vang presses the alarm on her desk before announcing, “Everyone, stay where you are. This is an active shooter alarm.”

The door closes, and Deacon rushes to it, trying to open it before saying, “It’s locked, won’t budge.”

“Deac,” you call. “The panel on the wall controls the automatic door locks.”

“Your Honor, open that door right now,” Hondo demands.

You walk to Deacon’s side, murmuring, “She can’t do anything to override the lock after pressing the alarm.”

“We have a protocol, Sergeant,” Judge Vang replies. “This is my courtroom. I’m responsible for the lives in it.”

“And we’re responsible for the ones out there!” Hondo says.

Deacon taps your arm, nodding at you before returning his attention to the panel.

Hondo calls Luca, explaining, “Deac and I are locked down in a courtroom on the third floor. Active shooter protocol. The security system’s turned this place in a panic room, and we are stuck without firearms. What’d you find out about the shooters?”

Hondo walks to your side as Deacon pops the control panel open.

“Deac, we got four armed inmates downstairs. Sounds like a barricade situation. Luca, they make any demands?”

“There hasn’t been contact yet,” Luca answers.

Tan reads off their IDs, and you unconsciously lean closer to Deacon.

“We’re flying blind here, Luca,” Hondo says. “Listen, you’re senior man on-site. You are in charge now. The team is in your hands.”

Hondo ends the call, and Deacon continues working on the panel, glancing over at you when you take a deep breath.

The panel beeps as something clicks, and Deacon asks Hondo to try the door.

“You got it, Deac, it’s open,” Hondo whispers.

“Don’t go out there unarmed,” Judge Vange implores.

“We are not doing anybody any good locked in here.”

“I know you’re S.W.A.T. but there’s safety protocols for a reason. It’s best if we all stay put,” Jacobs adds.

“Listen,” Deacon says, stepping away from you. “The two of us are gonna go get the lay of the land. We’ll be back.”

“We will be back,” Hondo promises.

You grab Deacon’s bicep before he can open the door. “Do not get hurt out there,” you demand quietly.

Deacon raises his hand to cover yours where it rests on his arm. “I promise to come back for you. Nothing will happen to me because I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll knock three times, okay?”

You nod, releasing him and waiting by the door, kicking your shoes off as you impatiently away his return.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Sounds like they’re headed our way, taking hostages,” Hondo says as he and Deacon enter the stairwell.

“They’re desperate,” Deacon adds. “That means they’re dangerous.”

“No one’s safe, we’ve gotta evacuate.”

They enter a hallway as Deacon says, “There’s got to be a fire escape or some way out of here.”

“Deac, check the windows… A building covered in windows and none of them open.”

✯✯✯✯✯

You pace before the door, ignoring the whispers of the other people in the courtroom. Deacon is taking too long, and when he gets back, maybe you should tell him that your flirting isn’t an act, that you really mean it.

✯✯✯✯✯

After the third knock ends, you slowly push the door open, releasing a relieved sigh when Deacon steps inside. He pulls you into a quick hug before announcing, “We’ve got an exit plan. We found a set of windows on the other side of the floor.”

“No way,” Jacobs argues. “We’ll be sitting ducks out there. We’re better off here.”

“Listen to me, all of you,” Hondo calls. “The gunmen are breaking into rooms and taking hostages. They’re gonna be up here very soon. We cannot stay. You’ve got to trust us.”

“No way, I’m not going,” Jacobs replies.

“You’re making a mistake. Come on, let’s go,” Deacon says, ushering people toward the door.

As Deacon leads, you look him over, glad to see he looks exactly the same as when he left. It took getting trapped in a courtroom with him to admit that your obnoxious flirtations are a disguise for how much he truly affects you and how much you care for and adore him.

“I got ya,” Deacon promises as his hand slips into yours, leading you through the empty hallways.

He directs you to the window, bringing up the end of the line. When it’s your turn to jump onto the rescue pad, you stop and push back against Deacon, where his hand rests on your back.

“You aren’t jumping,” you accuse.

“Not yet,” he answers. “We need to help the other hostages.”

“Then I’m not leaving either.”

Deacon looks at Hondo, who only shrugs. He’s not getting in the middle of whatever you and Deacon have going on.

“I know this courthouse better than either of you,” you point out. “I can help.”

“You can stay on one condition,” Deacon answers severely. “Do exactly what I say when I say. If I tell you to run or hide or come back here and jump, you do it.”

You nod, taking Deacon’s hand as you whisper, “I promise.”

“Let’s go then,” Hondo says, pointing back to the window.

“Where are your shoes?” Deacon asks quietly as his hand moves to your lower back.

“I left them in the courtroom,” you answer as if it’s obvious.

✯✯✯✯✯

Running down the stairs behind Deacon, you press your hand to his back as Hondo signals for you to stop. Someone is shooting below you, and you’re glad to be with Deacon.

“We got to go back,” Hondo says.

“Tan’s texting,” Deacon alerts, walking further into an empty room to call him. “We heard gunshots. They firing at you guys?” he asks.

“No, not at us, just the rescue bag,” Luca answers.

Deacon looks over at you, knowing that his only choice now is to keep you close and safe.

“They’re rounding people up in here,” Hondo states. “It looks like all four of these guys are armed now.”

As Deacon and Hondo listen to the deputy explain where the key to the weapon locker is, you trace your eyes over Deacon’s face, letting his very presence keep you calm.

“That’s two floors down,” Hondo muses.

“Won’t be easy with them patrolling,” Deacon agrees.

“We just need time to get our guns, Luca.”

Deacon ends the call, wrapping his arm around you to lead the way.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon keeps you between him and Hondo, but after you enter the deputy’s office, he pushes you behind him as he looks through the drawers.

“Hey, that’s our courtroom upstairs,” Deacon points out, looking at the camera monitors. “There’s Jacobs.”

“Deacon,” Hondo breathes out, watching the men take Jacobs. “We should’ve tried harder to get him to come with us.”

“Hey, we didn’t have time. And listen, you deciding not to testify, that wasn’t exactly fair to him.”

“What, that wasn’t fair to Jacobs?” Hondo repeats incredulously. “What about the plaintiff? A city attorney shouldn’t be allowed to take a case and reassign it to bend justice.”

“All right, do some of these guys care more about winning than justice? Yeah,” Deacon admits. “But we got to work within the system.”

“We can’t do that anymore, Deac. What do you think?”

You point to yourself in question, surprised to be pulled into the conversation. Luckily, before you can reply, Deacon finds the key and pulls you into his side as he leads you out.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Door’s busted, they beat us here,” Deacon whispers, an arm extended over your waist as he keeps you against the wall.

“Be careful, they might still be in there,” Hondo warns.

You enter between them, sighing when you see the damage done.

“They have our guns.”

“Tan says Diaz knows we’re here,” Deacon says, looking at his phone.

Adrian Diaz yells, “Harrelson, Kay! We know you fools are down here. If you give up now, we won’t kill you.”

“Deac, give me your phone,” Hondo requests. “Give it to me.”

“Really going to make a call right now, Hondo?” you ask lightly.

Hondo slides the phone into his sock, tugging his pant leg over it. He points at you and then at the ceiling.

“Okay,” Deacon answers, nodding as he pulls you to the desk. 

Deacon stands on the desk, pushing a ceiling tile up and over. Hondo helps you onto the desk, and then Deacon lifts you up into the ceiling, following shortly behind you.

His hand finds yours as you wait in the dark, holding you gently. You listen as Hondo is taken away, and after a moment of silence, Deacon slides the ceiling tile away. He grips the rafter, lowering slowly and silently onto the desk below. Turning, he raises your hands, grabbing your hips and lowering you gently. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, his hands holding you firmly.

Nodding, you let him help you from the desk before following him.

✯✯✯✯✯

Standing beside him, you listen as Deacon calls his team, holding his hand in both of yours.

“Hey, it’s Deacon. Hondo’s been taken,” he reports. “Well, I managed to hide. Hondo gave himself up so we both wouldn’t get caught. We made it to the gun locker, but it was empty. They beat us to it. They were calling for us by name. Not sure how they knew we were here… They took Hondo to courtroom 1, first floor with the other hostages. Listen, I know Diaz set up a deadline. How much time we got? Tell me you guys have a plan… Wait a second, I remember three stairwells…”

You tune him out, preferring to focus on the feeling of him beside you rather than the danger of the situation. Looking down at his hand, you wonder if you’ll get to tell him.

✯✯✯✯✯

“They’re bringing my team in a helicopter,” Deacon whispers, waiting in a stairwell.

“And then what?” you reply.

“Remember your promise.”

You nod, squeezing Deacon’s hand. You trust him, and you will do anything and everything he tells you. Deacon releases your hand kindly, whispering for you to wait as he goes up the stairs.

“We’re good. It’s Deac,” Street whispers.

Deacon gestures for you to join him on the next landing.

“Hey. You all right?” someone asks.

“I’m good,” Deacon answers.

He puts a bulletproof vest over your head before pulling his own on. 

“Stay here.”

“But,” you begin, trailing off when Deacon cups your face in his hands.

“I will come back for you, every time. But I need you to stay here so I know you’re safe.”

You nod, mouthing, “I trust you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The door bangs open, hitting the wall behind it. You look around the corner slowly, rushing toward Deacon when you see him. He extends his hands, passing you your shoes. Taking them, you immediately drop them as you wrap your arms over Deacon’s shoulders and pull yourself as close as possible to him.

“Thank you for coming back. For keeping me safe,” you say against his neck.

“I’ll always come back for you,” he reminds you, his grip tight around your waist. “Will you let me take you to dinner for your bravery?”

Smiling, you pull back and counter, “Let me make you dinner for saving my life.”

“Good food and good company? Maybe I should save you more often.”

“Or you could just ask me on a date. Everyone else can see that I have a huge crush on you.”

“Let’s see how dinner goes first,” Deacon jokes.

“You’re not very good at this.”

“Then teach me your ways, Casanova,” Deacon replies, leaning forward to catch your lips.

Sighing against him, you’re glad you got this assignment and finally found the courage to admit how you feel about him to yourself. Now you must find a way to tell Deacon how you feel, though you think this kiss is a good start.

[ssahotchnerr]

Do you take suggestions in terms of sentences? If so maybe you can give this a go.. (meaning: I.really.want.you.to.write.something.out.of.this.cause.youre.so.talented)

He didn't need that today. He needed to be Aaron, not sir, not Hotch and definetly not Hotchner. Just Aaron.

- 🌱

just aaron

cw; angst/hurt but it's fluffy <3

the sound of the door shutting behind him prompted an exhale of pure relief.

aaron immediately embraced the comfortable silence the apartment had to offer. he also took a moment to bask in such, savoring the fact that the world was just, still. at the late, or early hour- depending on one's perspective- no one needed anything from him. for a few hours, responsibility wasn't necessary.

no one was busying up his phone line, no one was inquiring for his professional opinion on a legal matter, no one was hounding him to review consult after consult.

it was always too easy to indulge in such, his role, as demanding as it was. but, hotchner had taken on a new meaning the past couple years; it was prominent, known, and he would never deny his feelings of being proud in that regard. he had managed to make a name for himself, acquiring a standing reputation. he wasn't quite sure it made sense, the idea rolling through his mind frequently, but overtime, his name had taken on an objectivity. he felt somewhat like an object. he was just there, available at anyone's convenience and not necessarily his own. a commodity rather than a person.

but here, at home, he could just be. just aaron.

and for once, aaron was enough. especially with you.

you never failed to remind him that he was in fact, a person. you made him feel like himself, something, before you entered his life, he was convinced he would never feel again. that despite all his damage, history, faults- he was still loved. even though he felt as if he didn't deserve it, let alone deserve you.

he pondered through these thoughts as he ran mindlessly through his night routine- hanging up his suit jacket, checking on a sleeping jack, stripping down to a t-shirt and boxers, washing his face and brushing his teeth.

in the morning, you would be there to talk to him. maybe in the comfort of bed, before the day officially started. or through coffee at the kitchen table, before jack awoke demanding fruit loops. you would go over the heavy day he had had, that the weight he constantly felt would never leave his shoulders. this was a common discussion the two of you revisited, but you always managed to change his doubts each time. you allowed him to breathe. and quite honestly, just your presence was enough too.

he clicked the bathroom light off, his eyes landing on your sleeping form in your shared bed. there was a fallen book on your chest at your intention to wait up for him.

the visual caused a rush of emotions through his body, a feeling he could never quite put into actual words as it was too powerful. it was love, but more, overwhelming in the best possible way. and the fact he could feel such strong emotions to begin with, maybe he wasn't so far gone.

aaron settled into bed next to you. he placed your novel- making sure to mark your current page- on his bedside table before covering himself with the comforter. however by morning, it would be completely bunched around yourself, as you were a notorious blanket-hogger.

a sigh escaped his lips as his head finally hit his pillow, while you subconsciously burrowed further into his side. even in a sleeping state, you were more than aware of his presence. as if he were a part of you finally found.

aaron's arm draped over your waist, pulling your body closer to his if it were possible, as he surrendered himself to sleep.

just aaron.

[imperatorcaesaraugustus]

Rhaenyra and Alicent: A Struggle for Agency

(this is one section of my House of the Dragon Season 2 Review)

I have saved for last the two main characters of this story, and the theme they share is also present throughout all the others I have discussed. But for Alicent and Rhaenyra in particular, the issue of agency, especially but not exclusively the way it is limited by their femininity, is paramount.

            Rhaenyra begins the season lost in grief over the death of her son Lucerys while her supporters struggle to act without her. When she does return, Daemon acts without her knowledge to send assassins into the Red Keep, killing Aegon’s son Jahaerys rather than Aemond, and when confronted about this he flies off to Harrenhal. Rhaenyra tries to prevent the escalation into a full war, much to the chagrin of her council, and even goes so far as to sneak into King’s Landing to speak with Alicent in the hopes of brokering peace, but it cannot happen. Even after committing to the path of war, Rhaenyra is still questioned by those around her who do not view her as capable of military leadership, but when she goes to confront Daemon he puts his strength behind hers.

            Alicent starts the season in a position of relative power, something that slowly erodes as time goes on. When Aegon dismisses Otto as hand in favor of Ser Criston Cole, Alicent looses one of her few allies on the small council, and her cautious advice is increasingly not heeded as the council becomes ever more eager for war. When she attempts to bring Aegon to heel, telling him to do what his advisors instruct, he sets out in an attempt to regain his own agency, leaving him horribly burned and placing the much stronger-willed Aemond in charge. Alicent argues that she should be made regent, citing her years of experience ruling on behalf of Viserys, but is dismissed in no small part because she is a woman. After a conversation with her brother about her youngest son, Daeron, and a trip into the Kingswood, Alicent goes to Rhaenyra in a final attempt to salvage what she can, offering to surrender the city in exchange for the lives of her children, but Rhaenyra is now the one who resists, calling for Aegon’s death.

            The struggles these two characters have with their agency can roughly be broken down into three parts: their agency in the face of misogyny, their agency in the face of duty, and their agency in the face of war. Regarding misogyny, Rhaenyra and Alicent follow opposing arcs in this season. Rhaenyra begins the season largely absent from rule, leaving first to find Luke’s body and then to speak with Alicent in King’s Landing. In her absence, the members of her council flounder, debating the extent to which they should take the war into their own hands. Daemon especially tries to claim authority for himself and leaves for Harrenhal once Rhaenyra has returned. She is constantly questioned regarding her ability to rule, but gradually solidifies power, culminating in Daemon swearing his loyalty to her at the end of the season. Alicent, meanwhile, has a significant amount of influence at the start and has that influence eroded over time. There is an aspect of her voice being discarded because she is hesitant to head into war, but it is also made clear that her status as a woman is also a significant factor. This is both due to the inherent misogyny of Westeros and to the implications of having a woman in a position in power would have regarding Aegon’s claim over Rhaenyra.

            The struggle in the face of duty is also experienced in opposing ways by the two characters. Rhaenyra is often absent from her throne in the start of the season, either due to grief or because she is trying to reach a peaceful resolution with Alicent. The Black faction struggles early on from a lack of clear leadership. But once Rhaenyra has concluded that there is no means of avoiding war, she takes on her duties with grim determination. Alicent, meanwhile, has been defined by her sense of duty since season one, but as she is pushed further and further away from having any real power, she reaches a breaking point. Alicent travels out of King’s Landing, free from her responsibilities, and eventually comes to Rhaenyra. She is willing to give up her responsibilities to her family and her faction, to surrender the city in order to bring everything to an end.

            The two meetings Alicent and Rhaenyra have this season are the clearest illustration of the two characters’ struggles against the seeming inevitability of war. First is Rhaenyra’s meeting with Alicent in the Great Sept. Rhaenyra holds onto some hope that war can be averted and believes Alicent to be the one most likely to prevent it. But too much blood has been spilled. Jahaerys has been murdered, and Alicent cannot let that go. Nor does either side wish to renounce their claim. Rhaenyra attempts to explain to Alicent her misunderstanding with regards to Viserys’ dying statements, but as Alicent correctly says in a later episode, Viserys’ intentions no longer matter. Things are already set in motion.

            The second meeting, where Alicent comes to Rhaenyra at Dragonstone, highlights the way these characters have been inverted. It is now Alicent who wishes to stop the war, offering to surrender King’s Landing when Aemond leaves in exchange for her other children’s lives. But things have gone too far now for Rhaenyra to let that be. Aegon must be killed as a traitor, or her reign will forever be questioned, Alicent’s actions of trying to put her son on the throne leading to the very thing she warned him about in order to convince him to take power. In a final plea, Alicent asks Rhaenyra to run away with her, but Rhaenyra refuses. Although Alicent has come around to the idea of breaking free, Rhaenyra is now bound by duty.

            Regarding these two stories and their themes, I have mixed feelings. Outside of their two shared scenes, I think the Alicent story worked relatively well. I was not personally a fan of her scenes with Criston Cole, but I think they fit thematically with her pushing against the limits society has placed upon her, and the rest of her story I found very compelling. It very much is a story of her own decisions coming back to bite her until she has a moment of crisis, seeing the futility of it all and finding some agency in breaking from the system. Rhaenyra's story was less strong in comparison, but I would not go so far as to describe it as weak, and Emma D’Arcy’s performance was very good this season.

            The two meetings between these characters were a mixed bag. The mere fact of them meeting like this is, as many have pointed out, nonsensical bordering on absurd. I don’t want to overly emphasize plot holes or the idea of a story needing to make complete logical sense all the time, but when it gets to where the suspension of disbelief is stretched to its breaking point these sort of things do become a genuine problem. On top of that, I am not a fan more generally of the first scene where they meet in the sept. A significant portion of the scene is a discussion of the misunderstanding over the prophecy, and the prophecy is one of my least favorite plot elements from this show, so overall this scene did not really work for me. The scene in the final episode where Alicent visits Rhaenyra on Dragonstone is just as ridiculous in its setup but the scene itself was good enough to mostly justify that in my eyes. The way their conversation highlights the changes each of their characters has undergone is very good, the acting is excellent, and overall I do find it compelling.

            Since this section of the review discussed the ways Rhaenyra and Alicent have worked to stop the oncoming war, ultimately failing to do so, I wanted to take a moment and discuss how the season ended. Standing on the cliff edge of war, knowing that it’s coming but not seeing it happen just yet, has some thematic weight to it, but it still leaves much to be desired. I am aware of the circumstances which led to this being the case. The season was cut from ten episodes to eight, and the writers’ strike prevented the series from being rewritten to account for this, so what we received is what would have been episodes one through eight of a ten episode season. Be that as it may, I think it is still important to look at the show as it exists, and as it exists I don’t think it quite works as an ending, although I would not go so far as to say the ending was bad. Just a bit anticlimactic.

[navnae]

Imagine Eddie leaving a review at every job Steve had worked at and goes out of his way to say how the service was fantastic because of the cute employee that works there, Steve blushes every time he reads it.

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“Read this one, ‘the cutie that served me ice cream today was so sweet, I’ll definitely be stopping by again!’ Or this one ‘came back to get some ice cream sadly the cutie that’s usually there he wasn’t today still good service though.’ Steve are you seeing this?” Robin asked while pointing to her phone. Steve covered his blushing face and swatted Robin’s phone away.

“Rob please! I can’t take it anymore.” Steve wanted this to stop immediately. Robin has brought the online reviews to his attention and one customer specifically loves talking about him. Which he hated because he always got flustered because of it.

“I think you want to hear this one, ‘went to scoops today and the service was just top notch! The girl who works there is so sweet and naturally funny-“

“You’re just reading a review about you.” Steve interrupted. He earned an eye roll from Robin.

“Conceited much? I’m getting to that part ‘but her coworker just took the night away for me. He was also naturally funny, captivating, kind, and overall a beautiful soul that made my experience an unforgettable one.” Robin finished. Steve couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. That’s probably the sweetest thing he’s heard from anyone.

“Okay that’s kind of sweet.” Steve said shyly.

“They also added ‘the uniform is doing him justice, what a nice piece of eye candy while enjoying some sweet ol ice cream on the side’ huh… I think you have an admirer Steve.” Robin raised her eyebrows in a playful flirtatious way. Steve shook his head quickly dismissing the idea of anything of the sort.

“I don’t have an admirer. If anything that sounds like a loyal customer to me.” Steve replied while crossing his arms. Robin started laughing making Steve turn to her with confusion.

“Loyal is the right word because recently they’ve left comments on the family video website too.” Robin said in between laughs. Steve’s eyes widened once he processed what she was saying.

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked. Robin turned her phone towards him and his eyes scanned the comments that were about him. Steve wondered who this person could be, was it someone he knew by any chance?

“Listen to this one it was posted yesterday, ‘came in early in the morning to get a new set of movies and the cutie with the best personality was working that morning, already starting my day off just right.’ You have to find out who this person is they’re actually in love with you.” Robin teased.

“No one is in love with me. Now can we please get back to work?” Steve blurted out. Robin raised her hands to surrender then went to the back to straighten up a few things in the storage closet.

Steve stayed at the front of the store behind the counter to keep an eye out for the register and if anyone bothered to come in. He was also keeping his eye out for the anonymous commenter because curiosity got the best of him. Depending on who the customer was he might just add a little bit of enthusiasm to the conversation to keep the ball rolling and if they commented about their conversation specifically then he would know who it is. This idea floated in his head for awhile until the door of the store flew open ringing the bell. Steve looked up to see Eddie coming in with a big smile on his face. Occasionally Eddie would pop up to get some movies and kill the little bit of time he wanted to waste by talking to Steve until another customer came in. Eddie walked towards the counter and placed his elbow on it then put his chin in the palm of his hand.

“Morning, Harrington. Everything going smooth?” Eddie asked sweetly. Steve didn’t know why but he felt butterflies in his stomach when Eddie stared talking. The change in his voice so quickly just caught him off guard.

“Y-yeah it’s not really busy around here in the morning and I’m thankful for that.” Steve joked. Eddie laughed softly while looking down at the counter then met Steve’s eyes. Steve could feel his heart beating so hard in his chest that he had to look away or he might actually die. “Um… so what are you looking for today?”

“Actually I came to see you. Maybe this weekend we can hangout and watch some movies, drink, smoke, get fat off of popcorn. How does that sound?” Eddie leaned in a little as he asked the question. Steve’s mind went blank for a few seconds before managing to snap out of his thoughts.

“Sounds good, text me the time and I’ll be there.” Steve said happily. Eddie smiled and bit his lip while taking his elbow off the counter.

“Definitely. See ya then cutie.” Eddie said before winking then exiting the store. Steve laughed it off. He was used to Eddie being as flirty as possible whenever he was around Steve.

Now Steve had to focus on the task at hand, who was the anonymous commenter?

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Edit: WOAH! I didn’t expect people to actually enjoy and want more??? But I will definitely give a follow up story! Also this is modern day I forgot to mention that 😅

[alicedash2]

Hey! I hope you are doing alright. I’m here with another ask as always takes your time! This time I’m in the mood for a Luffy x reader fic super fluffy as always because I’m not into really sad stuff so I was thinking that it could be based around Luffy and her just sitting together having a conversation about past adventures together.

Hey sweetie, here's your order, sorry for take a very long time and be too short :( (again) not reviewed

Moments. Luffy x Reader

Just a fluffy thing, a short one

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It was another day on the ship, as always, Y/N had the habit of sitting on the deck in the morning, enjoying the sun and seeing the sun shining on the water from time to time, using it, leaning on the edges of the ship, it was cold but the sun was comfortable.

Luffy arrives, he wasn't used to waking up early, he sees YN sitting and decides to go to bed

-yo! What is she doing alone?

-just enjoying...you woke up early, Luffy, normally you wake up later-

- I don't know either, I think it was the smell of Sanji's cooking-

-so you would eat in your sleep...-

-aah! It doesn't matter, so, are you alone here? Why don't you go with Nami or Robin?

- ... I like to be alone for a while-

YN rested her chin in her hands, sighing a little.

-I...I remembered something...very funny

-hm?-

-Remember...when we were hidden in a barrel...and we ended up arriving on that ship...we were still new, I didn't know what to do, because you called me to be part of your gang, even though I was just a civilian... incredible how I didn't die-

Luffy laughed, happy to remember his first memories as pirates, unprepared, without a ship, without a band, without anything.

-remember when we arrived in Skypea?-

-aah, I remember!-

-you tried to eat that fruit on top of that tree, and even threw it at Ussop's head! I've never laughed as much as I did that day-

YN laughed a little, it was something so simple that she managed to get a good laugh

A few minutes passed, the happy memories turned sad when the two started talking about when Luffy had to fight Ussop to get possession of the ship.

When Robin surrendered to CP9 so he could save the gang

When they had to say goodbye to the Going Merry

When Sanji "abandoned" the gang and still fought against Luffy and others

-we had some difficult times...it hurts to remember, but I feel good, knowing that everything is ok-

YN said, looking at the captain, who was lying on the floor with his hands behind his head

-Yes...-

- but... I feel nostalgic remembering, we made the most of every moment...-

-...me too...a little-

They were silent for a moment, until they both heard Sanji calling to eat, they got up and walked to the kitchen, to continue the conversation and remember more moments from the past.

[vaspider]

I don't want to see anymore "We can convince the far-right that drag shows are safe and important for kids" arguments. There is literally nothing that will change their minds. Their entire worldview hinders on denying that fact. You can't logic someone out of a position they didn't logic themself into. And if a reactionary tells you "Debate me and change my mind", you can't take the bait. Them saying you can change their mind is the biggest indicator that you can't. They only want to spread their hateful rhetoric to a larger audience, which will happen even if you win that debate. The only way to fight harmful misinformation like that is by deplatforming it entirely.

I don't debate the far right. De-radicalizing people is not my job. I'm not patient enough for that, and good job to those who are.

I will, however, while not responding to them directly or elevating them or platforming them, take apart their arguments, because I'm not arguing with their "arguments" for their benefit or for the purpose of discussing with them at all.

The discussion is not for them and I do not think I will convince them of anything. I talk in public about these things not for their benefit but because I was raised in an Evangelical Xian home and until I left high school (and got out from the household in which my father's National Review issues were in the same library as James Dobson's "The Strong-Willed Child) I was adamantly pro-life. Until I was in my early 20s I said things like 'I don't see color.'

I'm not arguing with them for them. I'm arguing with them for the person I used to be, who asked a friend fourteen years ago if you're supposed to use someone's 'old name' when you talk about the time before they came out as trans, or if you're supposed to use their new name and pronouns all the time.

The things I say are not for the people making the "opposing arguments," such as they are. They're for the person who is ignorant but not hateful who hears both of us. They're for someone who hasn't ever encountered a trans person directly talking about these things, or hasn't encountered it often, and on and on and on.

We can talk about the things they say without reblogging them. I can screenshot and remove identifying information, or I can respond indirectly to the things they say (which, like, I do a lot) and so on.

This isn't an either/or thing, and surrendering the field isn't an option, either.

[veeluvss]

most beautiful birthday girl

for @greencways ! happy birthday ml 🤍

elle x female!reader

It was coming up to that time of year again—your birthday.

You’d never been a fan of your birthday. Years of plans, disappointment, realisation and not to mention the slow, aching loss of youth each new year brought. It was painful for you sometimes, looking back on your childhood and how it was slowly drifting away from you. The princess and pirate parties, the candyfloss and bouncy castles - the children’s laughter echoing through the party; it was just out of your grasp as you stepped into real-life adulthood.

However, this time, you hoped it would be different. In the last year, you’d completed two Ph. D.s and graduated from FBI school - now, you stood in the BAU office after completing your first month as a profiler. The team had been so incredibly welcoming. JJ was like the sister you never had growing up. Garcia was a breath of fresh air every morning as she came in with her bright dress and a large smile. Spencer was so intelligent and kept you on your toes all the time. Elle … well Elle was Elle. Derek made you laugh and Hotch was one of the best bosses you could ask for.

“Good morning youngster,” Derek greeted you as he entered the office. He put his hand on his shoulder as a familiar act of comfort you appreciated in the morning. You smiled at him and he sat down. You went to your own desk and sat yourself down.

Not even half an hour later, you were called into the round table room to review a case. You groaned, not really wanting to be out of town on your birthday. However, you followed the team into the room and took a seat between JJ and Elle. They spoke through the case, easy stuff. A family annihilator, killing parents at point blank range and leaving the children as witnesses, tied up and starved in their living rooms - forcing them to see their parents die out in front of them… yeah, simple stuff.

“Wheels up in 30,” Hotch said, folding his folder and leaving the room. You groaned again.

“What's up Y/N?” Elle asked.

“It’s my birthday on Friday and I was hoping I could just stay at home for it but I have a feeling we won't be back in time for that,” you explained.

“Your birthday? How old will you be?” Spencer asked, following.

“Twenty-two,” you laughed.

“God, I forget you’re so young,” Elle laughed, nudging you as you walked out of the office.

You blushed, maybe too young for Elle.

Friday came around, you were so close to solving the case. You knew who it was, it was just finding him. The team had been working all night to try to. You were so so close.

“We’ve got eyes, he’s just arrived home,” an officer said down the phoen. Morgan put the car into gear and sped off. As soon as you pulled up outside, guns were drawn and you headed into the building.

It didn’t take long to bring him down, he practically surrendered. But that meant, you had a free friday night! A free birthday night!

“So drinks on the birthday girl?” Derek laughed as you all filed into the precinct.

“That’s such a scam, why should I pay for everyones drinks when it’s my birthday?” you laughed. Elle came up behind you then and rested her hands on your shoulders. You felt hot under her touch but you had to admit, it was kind of nice.

“Drinks on me for the birthday girl, alllll night long,” she leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. JJ then came into the office and grabbed your hand.

“Come on! Let’s go get ready to partyyy,” she squealed. You laughed and followed her out of the precinct. “Hotch said we could go early so you have plenty of time to get ready, the rest of the team will catch us at the bars,” she said excitedly, starting up the car.

“Okay,” you smiled. Tonight was going to be a very good night, you knew it.

You and JJ had been at the bar for about half an hour, in your booth, gossiping, before the rest of the team turned up. Derek and Spencer slid in beside JJ and Hotch and Rossi beside you. You couldn’t see Elle, which made you frown.

“Don’t worry baby girl, she’s on her way,” Derek teased obviously noticing your confusion.

You blushed, “I have no idea who you’re on about.” The team laughed before Hotch handed over a little gift bag. You gasped and took it off him, completely surprised.

“What’s this?”

“Just a little something from the team. Your first birthday with us has to be special,” he said - slighhhtly cracking a smile. You took the small box from the bag and gasped. Engraved on the velvet box was a designer jewlery company. This was so much money, you knew already.

“Guys, this is too much,” you shook your head and put down the box.

“Shush and open it already,” JJ smiled.

“It’s too late to take it back now,” Derek teased.

“Well actually, if the colour or fit aren’t correct we did get a 30-day guarantee-” Spencer began.

“Not the time, Reid,” Derek said, smiling at his friends antics and Reid quickly shut up. You laughed a little and slid open the box but before you could open it - you heard the one word you’ve been waiting for all night.

“SHOTS!” Elle announced, reaching the table. “What gys - you gave her her present without me?” she asked. She placed the tray of about 50 shots on the table and you laughed a little.

“It’s okay, I hadn’t opened it yet,” you reassured.

“Scootch out boss, let me sit next to the pretty lady,” Elle ordered. Hotch raised his hands and slid from the booth. Elle slid in next to you and sat a lot closer than Hotch did. You smiled and carried on opening the present. It was a necklace with a beautiful, diamond covered charm hanging from the end. Upon closer inspection, you noticed it was a book and you smiled widely.

“Thank you,” you whispered to the team, running your fingers over it. “I love it.”

“You’re welcome,” Derek smiled , as if he was the mastermind behind it all but you knew, of course, by the shy smile she was sending you - it was JJ. You leaned over and gave her a hug.

Elle coughed and grabbed the necklace. “Let me put it on you,” she said. You smiled and felt the burn in your stomach. She was jealous. You kissed JJ’s cheek as you sat back up and Elle coughed again, looking over at the shots.

“Shots anyone?”

“I thought you were putting the necklace on me?” You giggled, leaning in to her a little.

“Oh yeah, turn around,” she blushed. You had made Elle blush. You giggled and turned around. JJ, knowing about your crush sent you a large smirk. JJ knew how the night was going to end. ANd you hoped it was going to go the way you wanted.

The shots were gon ein minutes and just as you slammed your last glass on the table, your favourite song came on. Gasping, you pushed Hotch and Elle from the booth so you could get out. Grabbing Elle’s hand, which was remarkably soft, you pulled her towards the dance floor.

Hours had gone by, your feet were starting to hurt and your head was going crazy from the alcohol but you were having the time of your life. Elle hadn’t let you out of her sight, JJ was with you too. Derek had girls all around him and Hotch, Rossi and Spencer watched on with their drinks - keeping the booth warm.

You and Elle went over to the bar as last drinks were called and she stood with her arm protectively around your waist. Her head was on your shoulder in a tired but endearing sort of way and her fingers were tracing patterns on your exposed skin.

“We’ll have two vodka cokes please,” you asked the bartender.

“Put it on my tab,” Elle mumbled from next to you. You looked at her. She hadn’t let you buy one drink for yourself all night. “Shush pretty princess,” Elle mumbled and put her finger on your lips. You giggled and smiled at her drunkenness. “It’s on me.”

Just as you were getting ready to go, elle called you back onto the dance floor. You’d just seen her chatting with JJ and JJ went to the DJ. Confused, you followed Elle and she stood in the middle. Suddenly, your favourite love song came on and you gasped, feeling butterflies escape in your belly.

“What’s going on?” You asked nervously. Elle put her hands around your waist and began to dance with you.

“I have something for you,” she whispered. You blushed. “A present.”

“Elle, you ddin’t need to get me anything,” you whispered back.

“Mhm, I did,” she nodded. You smiled and carried on dancing to the music. Your hips swayed in time to the music and Elle’s hand slid over your waist and your hips. Your arms were around her shoulders and you couldn’t keep your eyes off her. She couldn’t stop staring at you either. As the song began to wind down, the music got slower and the dance floor cleared but your focus on Elle only got larger. She began to lean in slowly. You were unsure at first but then her lips touched yours and the whole world exploded. You kissed her back and it had never felt so perfect in your life.

“A birthday kiss,” Elle mumbled as she pulled away, “for the most beautiful birthday girl.”

[skyes-sunset]

Percy Jackson Review/My Thoughts

SPOILERS FOR THE PERCY JACKSON SHOW AND BOOK SERIES!!!!! READ WITH YOUR OWN CAUTION!!!

I Accidentally Vaporized My Pre-Algebra Teacher

The opening scene is absolutely perfect. 10/10 Uncle Rick.

Please, please, please, pleeaaassseee tell me the Pegasus on the rooftop was Blackjack. I am begging.

Sally told Percy, "Not everyone who looks like a hero is a hero. And not everyone who looks like a monster is a monster," foreshadowing to Medusa.

Gabe is more of comic relief and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Sally Jackson listening to Logical by Olivia Rodrigo is the best because 1. I love that song and 2. she's listening to it in the rain.

d'Angelos sandwich shoppe?? Like Nico di Angelo? Please, please, please, please, please.

"You fell in love with God? Like Jesus??!" crying laughing. "A God..." followed by Sally sloppily trying to tell Percy he's a half-blood

No, mom, I'm not a God's kid there's something wrong with my brain. OMG I didn't know whether to laugh or cry in this scene.

"Grover, why is there half a goat in your PANTS?!?!" "So the important thing is not to panic."

"Is that the (voice crack) Minotaur??" Oh my, Walker you are perfect.

"I'm actually 24.." This had me rooollling.

Sally is already badass and I can't wait for The Last Olympian when Mama Jackson is shooting monsters with a GUN.

Grover swearing to Sally that Percy would be safe made me sad but it would have been 100000x worse if he swore on Styx.

"You are not broken, you are a miracle, and you are my son. Hold fast Percy."

Sally evaporating into dust hurt watching a lot more than reading, and

OMG OMG OMG baby Percy holding riptide and it glowing and my heart is crying I can't tell if it's tears of pain of joy but my heart and my eyes are crying.

"He's the one." "Hush, Annabeth." I was hoping to see her but we don't see her yet lmao

The end credits scene looks a lot like the same illustration for the covers of the paperback books.

When I saw this ep was only a half hour I was genuinely disappointed.

Dior's acting in this and her emotion when Clarisse's spear broke is perfection.

Never picked up on Annabeth calling Percy Sunshine

2. I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom

My first thought: scary lightning and delirious Percy.

My second thought: "You drool in your sleep," Annabeth said, arms crossed and glaring at Percy while Percy is confused.

My third thought: this is the scene in the books where Percy notices Annabeth looks like an actual Princess lmao.

Camp Half-Blood t-shirt!!! I want one and it looks soooo cooollll

PETER JOHNSON !!!

Dionysus and Percy already getting into it lmao

Dionysus is funny.

"Actually, I think I can, son." "Dad?!?!"

Chiron is sooo tall I never realized how tall a centaur is.

Chiron telling Percy he isn't his son is the funniest thing.

But imagine Mr. D doing that to all the kids lmfao

I love the waterfall that is shown

I want to see the strawberry fields...

Never surrender riptide, Percy. Never

12 cabins for 12 Olympians (for now; the Gods banished Zues and he doesn't have a cabin which is completely unfair. And only a few would be occupied. Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, and Artemis are empty).

OMG Luke I hate that you're going to betray Percy like thatttt

Who tf is the wood nymph Grover talks to? And will she be the one to introduce us to Juniper?

Introduced to the Cloven Council early and we find out about Sally Jackson really early.

"I don't want to lie to him anymore," and we love you for it Grover. You are a schmol bean too pure for this world.

Luke comforting Percy

Percy already wanting to Gods to pay their child support is the best thing in the world.

Clarisse is so pretty and I love her.

Percy not being able to be good at archery is a great detail from the books.

I can't tell if I'm more in love with Luke, with his morally greyb self, or Chris Rordiguez because Damn he's fine.

Percy praying to his mom :'(

"He can ignore me but he doesn't get to ignore you."

The Ares kids are so mean and then they got their butts kicked by Karma lol

Clarisse def knew that he was a Poseidon kid or that she was gonna kill him.

I love Annabeth and how Luke is always on her side.

The Yankees cap !!!!

Literal war between red and blue lmao

Luke saying "When it's time, he's gonna be ready. I know it," immediately followed by Percy flossing, peeing, petting a lizard, and laying doing nothing is the absolute best.

Percy being naturally good at sword-fighting is the best.

Dior's acting when Percy breaks Clarisse's spear is great and Walker said in an interview that when the camera pans back to him he was actually scared.

Annabeth: Offers Percy her hand. "Listen, Percy... I'm sorry." And then him immediately being claimed

This is a change from the books because she didn't know who his father was and wanted him to be a Zeus kids.

Everyone else: OMG you're Poseidon's kids.

Percy: I'm Sally Jackson's kid, actually mf

"I am Sally Jackson's son!"

Percy immediately going from "good luck finding three idiots to complete this quest" to "When do we leave."

3. We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium

Walker's voice cracks are so adorable.

Am I the only one who was confused when Gabe showed up as the Oracle???

I love that Percy immediately chose Annabeth bcuz "I don't see us ever being friends"

Grover talking to a Pegasus is the best thing ever.

Why does Poseidon's cabin have a pool in the middle of the floor? Seems like a hazard in the middle of the night.

Yayy, Golden Drachmas.

And the shoes, curse those converses.

We actually get to see Luke's scar in this ep and i feel like in the books it seems a lot more... seen rather than just a thin line.

Thalia's treee

I hate that Grover often talks about himself in third person when he's not proud of something.

"Does she think she's in charge?" "Who else would be in charge?" Smart answer, Grover. Smart answer.

And we all already hate zeus

CONSENSUS SONG!!!!!!

"I really hate to be the tie breaker" lmao

Annabeth getting all the snacks.

And then immediately noticing a fury is how we all knew she was Athena's kid before we were even told.

Yayy, Alecto is back. And she went after Annabeth? Not Annabeth, Luke, and Thalia?

Annabeth's knife hits another Fury in the chest and dies.

I love Jessica Parker Kennedy's Medusa. she's both flawed and the victim and I couldn't decide whether to hate her or root for her. Like I love her outfit.

I would eat the hell out of the cupcakes lmao.

"Do you think it's safe to eat?" "Percy, I'm not gonna lie to you I'm really hungry and I'm willing to take that chance." Grover, I stan you.

I absolutely worship Medusa's story. It's so sad. And while she is telling the story, if you focus on her hair, you can see the snakes moving on her head.

Oh, Percy, my sweet, sweet boy. Of course you would help. Future wifie is like "Uhm, no. We need to leave."

I love the color of Medusa's eyes

Ohhh, these pre-pubescent kids fighting and making up is adorable <3

"They will see this as impertinent." "I am impertinent," another quote from the book.

Percy singing consensus is everything.

Min Manuel-Miranda is Hermes!!!! I love that man. "You guys are not gonna believe this."

4. I Plunge to My Death

This episode caused the most of my tears

Baby Percy is sooo cute I swear he is my life. I love the flashbacks. Except when they turn bad like this

Annabeth's story is identical to the books from what I remember

We find out Grover's interest in Pan a lot earlier than in the books. We don't see that until at least book 3.

We get to see the echidna. I really wanted it to be the Chimera to look like a poodle.

I hate Athena because she sent the echinda into her temple because annabeth "embarassed" her. Like really? Worst mother of the year.

Percy looking deathly ill breaks my heart.

Grover is literally me when I don't get enough sleep LMAO

The start of Percabeth's bickering and joking!!!

"It's like you need me to make fun of you."

The Policeman looks familiar.

Annabeth looking legit offended when she was called a little girl

The male police officer is played by Alessandro Juliani who plays Sinclair in the 100 on the Cw, another great show 9/10, highly reccommend

Percy and Annabeth bonding over Grover and their parents is adorable.

"careful I think you were about to call me a friend." more bickering and joking

Percy pulling a reverse uno card lmao

The fight with the chimera was terrifying but so worth it. Also why do you out my bby boi through this torture Uncle Rick???

Also the naiad?? what was with that? Why can't Posei-don't-wanna-pay-my-child-support just face Percy himself. That's gonna be a fucking emotional scene.

5. A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers

Percy climbed over the rail and was like : Hi :D

Thought Annabeth was gonna punch him not hug him but my percabeth heart was a puddle of fluff.

OOH. What's in Santa Monica?

Our baby is a fugitive.

Our three babies hiding behind the cement block from Ares: No we're good, thanks :D

Percy freaking out bc he thought Annabeth was freaking out she hugged him.

In the books Grover was always on Percy's side, but I love seeing him not choosing.

Ares is not as terrifying as I thought he was in the books lmao

"That's my cousin?" Percy said it with such disgust in his voice lmao.

Ares and his Twitter fights lol

Annabeth is fearless. I love it

Ares and Percy immediately having beef is the funniest thing because (in bellatrix voice) I KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN! I KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN! I KNO-

First use of Celestial Bronze!!

Annie geeking out over the mechanisms after trying to make a joke lol

WHAT IS LOVE? BABY DON'T HURT ME, DON'T HURT ME. nO MORE!!

Hephaestus was not at all ugly like Rick made him in the books. Or like Greek mythology made him.

The whole Tunnel scene was beautiful and sad and I love it

Grover and his psychological gaslighting is my world

"Percy stand up, I mean it!" and then him repeatedly saying he was ok broke my fragile heart.

Annabeth "I'm not leaving for my friend" is my favorite Annabeth.

Annabeth just likes to tell off Gods. Go off Queen!!

Percy likes to fight Gods lmao

"So thank you for the emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers."

6. We Take a Zebra to Vegas

Have seen TikToks where Nico and Bianca's names are called out and I will keep an eye and an ear out for it.

Why did they have to make Hermes an obstacle? He wasn't at the Lotus in the books!

Kronos is kinda creepy ngl

Iris message to Luke! In Chiron's office??

"Toss it, Seaweed Brain!" EEEKK

"How do you know" Luke had a Panic attack.

"When did you turn into an old married couple?"' Luke is the best and the worst.

Grover is the empathetic one, poor animals.

I wish we got the scene where Percy talked to the Zebra like in the book.

WISE GIRL !!!!!!!!

The satyr Agustus was not in the books. I actually think he was in the Cloven of Elders in the 4th book.

12:37 we hear Nico calling Bianca's name, faintly in the background so the tv has to be on full or almost full blast.

Lotus nectar in the air??

Hermes playing Blackjack?

"Hey, demigods! Welcome!"

Hermes eyebrows arch makes Lin Manuel look so evil.

"We're friends of Luke's!" and it looked like Hermes was gonna help but nooooooo!

Percy is so proud of his wifey for pick-pocketing Hermes

"Man, Grover got really old. How long have we been here?" hahahaha

"To the Dumb Kids" Damn, Hermes that hurts.

I love that since Grover is 24 they think he's qualified to dribve.

Percy driving is the best thing. I don't know anything about driving or New York or driving in New York but I do know about road rage and Percy hitting the horn after almost getting t-boned.

Percy finding out that they were actually late for the summer solstice was sad. Like he was freaking out.

"save the world. And then save your mother."

7. We Find Out the Truth, Sort of.

Underworld time!!!

Okay, but what the hell happened between the ending of the last ep and the beginning of this one??

Crusty is dead.

"You've got dad's eyes," reminds me of "You look exactly like James. Except your eyes. You've got your mother's eyes."

"It's either the realm of the dead or someone left a carton of milk in there in the 1990s.' LMAO

I wish the demigods' ADHD and dyslexia was more openly discussed.

I love Cerberus

Poor Grover. Loosing his pearl

I want to see Annabeth flashbacks

Seeing the flashbacks are so, so sad.

I will forever be in awe of Hades's Palace.

What were the regrets that Annabeth had to get her bound to Asphodel? I think it has something to do with her dad and step mom. Or Thalia.

"I trust your dad" says a lot coming from Annabeth because in the books, she hated Poseidon at first.

Why is there sand by Tartarus?

(Sarcastic gasp) Percy had the bolt? No way.

"Is this--?" "NO!" "This looks" "It absolutely is NoT!!" Grover my precious angel.

Another flashback. Poor Percy doesn't understand the situation and poor Sally can't tell him.

I love Hades. He's perfect and fruity and I can't wait to see him interact with Nico.

Poor Hades just wants his helm!

And Percy had decided to think without the wifey and decided to get Hades helm after figuring out Kronos was behind everything. And Grover is so insulted at being called a goat lmao

POSEIDON!!!

I want to know the science/mythology behind how Sally conjured Poseidon and why she put a match in an empty milkshake to do it.

We actually see how much Poseidon loved and cared about Sally.

What happened between when he was 7/8 to 12 that made Sally not want to drop him off at camp like she had discussed with Poseidon?? She wanted to, to keep him safe but then it seems like Poseidon talked her out of it?

Sally believes in Percy so much even from such a young age.

Ares with the sword and the final scene.

8. The Prophecy Comes True.

Dramatic instrumental music and Luke talking in the intro?? Yes pleaSe!

And then flashback to Luke training Percy.

Ares laughing at Percy when he offers to spar with him is the funniest thing because he's about to get his ass kicked!!

Did Ares work with Kronos in the book? I can't remember.

"when you die, say goodbye to your mommy for me" Low blow Ares!!!

Go Percy!! Fight with water! And Ares is pissed. Even more!

Riptide and Percy in one corner, Ares and another celestial bronze sword in another. And Percy wins!! By a mudslide! LMAO

I thought Alecto died? When she was turned to stone??

Alecto saying "Good luck on Olympus," is scary. Like hella scary.

Percy calling Zeus a monster is so, so, so fucking fitting like I swear.

We get to see Annabeth's dad's college ring!!! On her camp necklace! That she gave to Percy.

"I'm here to see Zeus. I don't have an appointment."

My roommate is watching this ep with me and when Luke said "You don't want to be small and scary" she said "like spiders! :D" he said "cus things that are small and scary get squished" we both laughed out loud.

RIP Lance Reddick but Zeus is an absolute DICK

and scary (said in meek voice)

Poseidon fighting Zeus is amazing!!!!!

Zeus: "He's a forbidden child"

Poseidon: "So was Thalia"

Me: "What about your Roman form Jupiter with JASON GRACE!!!!"

I squealed and clapped my hands

I wanted to see who they cast as Athena

Like will she be white or black?

Percy and daddy bonding over Sally has my hearts in pieces.

"Do you ever dream about mom?"

Percy run away from Luke! He will hurt you!

Why is Luke crying???

We get to see Backbiter!!!!

ANNABETH WAS THERE?????!!!!

"I heard everything!"

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

Percy got his first bead!!!

The third seaweed brain!

Percy calling Kronos grandpa is freaky

And Sally saying no absolutely fucking not

And Sally seeing right through Percy's bullshit lies

Sally is divorcing Gabe!! He is turned to stone LMAO

How long until season 2????

[thesweetnessofspring]

Continuation of the Catching Fire wish fulfillment AU I am now calling Katniss Wants Kisses. First drabble here. You can also read on ao3. Now we have the second installment. Rated T.

The next day I’m thrumming as I make it early to training, eager to be near Peeta again. We start off each morning with a run, but I seem to be the only one ready to go. Haymitch has a yellow look to him, still detoxing from all his drinking. Peeta’s out two minutes late, which is unusual for his strict coach-like behavior.

“Come on,” Peeta says to us, fiddling with a fancy Capitol watch that measures time and distance. “We’re going four miles today.”

“Ha!” Haymitch laughs. “Maybe you two are. I’ll go until my legs give out. Which this morning, will be at the end of the street.”

“You’re going to four miles,” Peeta says. “Whether you run, walk, or crawl. I don’t care.”

We set off. Peeta has already marked down the mile loop we take, up out of Victor’s Village and behind the town square before turning round again. I’m always the fastest, but when I turn to look behind me, Peeta’s pace is slower than usual. When we’re done with our four miles, Haymitch has barely made it past his first. Peeta instructs me to work on the strength building portion of our workout and runs after Haymitch, yelling at him to keep going.

When Peeta and a cursing, sour Haymitch do make it to the strength portion of our workout, I notice a stiffness in Peeta that isn’t usually there. The way he moves to bend over or pick up the weights, it’s not with the usual smoothness of his athletic body.

After a hearty lunch my mother cooks up and then showers for all of us, we meet in my living room to review plants–poisonous ones, medicinal ones, ones we can use for food. I know a lot about plants in this area, but the information Peeta’s gathered is much more extensive, pouring into other areas of Panem as well as lab plants the Gamemakers have used in past Games.

Between memorizing the colors and leaves and flowers of dozens of botanicals, I take glimpses of Peeta and notice he’s frequently rubbing at his pec, close to his armpit. And an idea snaps into my head, making me warm with the thought.

As soon as Peeta dismisses us, Haymitch heads out the door. My mother and Prim have gone to see to someone who’s been in the stocks for three days, which means Peeta and I are alone for the first time since before the announcement of the Quell.

He’s finished packing up the cards with the pictures and information of the plants on them when I say, “You’re sore from the push-ups yesterday, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine,” he says. “Nothing I haven’t been through with wrestling before.”

“Yeah, but this is a little more important than wrestling,” I say. “Come here, let me give you a massage.”

He jumps out of his armchair then, as if I’d suggested I cut off his other leg. I scowl at him while he protests, “No, it’s fine. I’ll just take an ice bath.”

“You’d rather sit in ice water than have me touch you?” I ask, offended. 

“It’s just not necessary to trouble you.”

Oh, but how necessary it felt to me to have him near me again. I still don’t understand why he’s holding back on this.

“I’m offering, which means it isn’t any trouble,” I say, growing more and more irritated. “We’re supposed to be a team, right? Work on this together? So let me help you.”

He hesitates a moment, clutching the stack of plant cards to his chest. But something in him lets him surrender and he says, “Just in front of you on the floor there?”

I nod, popping my legs up on the couch while he sits down in front of me. I don’t know much about massaging, but I can figure it out as I go. Peeta’s tense under my touch, muscles contracted tight, so unusual for him who had once been so free with his affection.

“Relax,” I tell him. “It won’t do any good if you stay stiff like this.”

He takes a breath and at least he isn’t tensed up anymore. I run my hands across his shoulders and find a knot beneath his neck. I work it out with my thumb, gripping the flesh at the top of his shoulder over his shirt as I work my thumb in. I wonder briefly if I could tell him to take his shirt off, but I don’t want to scare him off completely. 

Once that knot is done I seek out others, reveling in getting to feel each bone and muscle and the flesh covering them as I search. The times I get to place my hands on his arm or shoulder to get better leverage on a particular spot, the warmth of him underneath the fabric of his shirt, the clean scent of his shampoo from his shower when my nose skims the top of his head. A couple times when I dig into a sore area he gives a short grunt, and it reverberates into my core. I want to hear him do it again, more, louder, longer. I don’t know how to achieve this, though, when he seems to be holding back.

When I’ve gotten everything I can in his upper back, I slide my hands up and around to his pecs, where I saw him rubbing before. I use the heel of my hands down along the sides of his chest, long and slow,  and that’s when he gives me the loud, long groan and throws his head back into my lap. A pleasure sweeps through me, deep and hungry for more, and I move my hands up to repeat the motion a few more times, then rub my fingers deep into his muscles there, earning me his soft exhale of relief.

I lean down a bit further, crossing my arms around his neck from behind, and kiss him on the cheek. 

At this his eyes snap open and he pushes away from me, turning bright red. “Uh, thanks. I, uh, I have to go.”

“Peeta–”

But he’s already out the door.

[carpentrix]

It’s dark. I am up early enough to see the stars. The porch light on the house across the street shines bright enough to bring shadows into the room. The neighborhood is still. Frost not dew, the grass is stiff; a woman scrapes ice off her windshield and I feel it in my teeth. Mothwinged darkness opens itself widest now. Today is the shortest day of the year.

What now on this longest night? What now as Holly King surrenders and Oak King takes charge? What now as the wheel of the year tips to its lightening side? What now in this season of sorrow? What now as the solstice fire opens a doorway to our secret souls? The soul is thicker in winter.

We stand in the dark with strands of light between us. Feel the warmth, the heat, the glow, it’s yours to know. I want to give it name and say it to you, but I don’t know the words. The soul doesn’t let us know, not all the way. We flail and give name to simpler needs. Here, sit. Get warm.

Winter Solstice at the Paris Review.

[Print: Mood Indigo, by Mary Teichman, 2014.]

[literary-illuminati]

Book Review 27 – The Word for World is Forest by Ursula LeGuin

I’ve meant to read more LeGuin for a long time – I read Wizard of Earthsea in elementary school, the Dispossessed a few years back, and several volumes worth of Omelas discourse, but that’s about it – but I’ll be honest; I only grabbed this because I was desperately sprinting through shorter books to catch up to my reading goal and someone recommended it as being reasonably-sized. That said, I’m really incredibly glad I’m did.

The book tells the story of a stable, peaceful world being violently colonized by foreigners with a sharply limited understanding of its ecology and an (at best0 utterly condescending and dismissive attitude towards the native inhabitants. Eventually, all the atrocities give rise to a violent resistance movement among the colonized and, after a dramatic change in metropolitan politics destabilizes the colonial apparatus and several massacres, they force the (surviving) colonists to surrender and leave the world behind. The book ends on a mournful note, with the idea that the violence necessary to defeat the colonists has permanently tainted indigenous society, and the near-utopian idyll of their prior lives is now lost forever.

So! Can you guess that this book was written by an American in the early ‘70s?

But actually it was a fascinating read, if as much as a cultural artifact as as a narrative.

At it’s most basic – one of the two inciting incidents of the book is the Terran government the colonists answer to imposing a bunch of liberal reforms (ending slave labour and punitive expeditions and institutionalized rape, that sort of thing), and then ending up with the colonial establishment being split between a) those who seem honestly confused with why any of the natives have any issues with the continuing colonization, they’re being humane about it now! And b) the ones going full Rhodesian and treating being told to stop massacring people as the greatest tyranny inflicted in the history of mankind. All very authentically late-20th century.

The representation of Terran culture was an intriguing mix of futuristic and totally unchanged, as well. Earth was apparently entirely ecologically fucked and in dire need of organic materials (hence the desperate colonization drive), a prediction that hasn’t aged a day. Race exists, but the categories have gotten scrambled and rearranged, and is only at all salient in the mind of the local bloodthirsty ultracolonialist fanatic, whose sense of terran solidarity lasts exactly up until he needs people to blame (and, given the callouts to the Vietnam war that abound through the thing, not accidental that his intra-terran racism is all directed towards Asians).

Though there’s something to be said for how viscerally unpleasant the head of the villain is to be in. Closest comparison that comes to mind is the Victorian chapters of A Song of Ice and Fire? He’s a real piece of shit.

Something very modern about the conceit that men of all creeds and colours will unite around a grand shared enterprise of brutally oppressing and exploiting ET instead.

Men, specifically, because the Terran colony as we see it is basically drowning in machismo. The only women involved in the enterprise are either mail order brides or sex workers, and I don’t believe any one of them gets a name or more than a line of perfunctory dialogue anywhere in the book. Their whole purpose is, basically, to represent the possible entrenchment of colonialism by the establishment of a self-sustaining population, and then to be massacred to a woman by the Athsheans to avert just that possibility. (The book’s portrayal of warfare is pretty thoroughly unsentimental like that on all sides).

Also an interesting cultural artifact – the fact that the multiple intelligent humanoid species are explained as all actually being human, the result of some prehistoric precusor species spreading the species around different worlds who would then reunite with each other as they reach the stars. I have the strong impression that this was a pretty common trope back then, but it’s one you essentially never see in modern sci fi. Not a clue why, but interesting way tastes have changed.

The Athsheans themselves are interesting as an invented culture, with their mystical and constant dreaming and their odd gender roles, but they also are very nearly the platonic ideal of the whole ‘morally pure noble savage’ archetype. On the one hand, they – with the exception of a few very rare forms of mental illness – even have a concept of why someone might consciously choose to kill another human. They resolve most interpersonal disputes by singing at each other. They live carefully in tune with their natural surroundings, and have no need for plantations or mines or factories. And so on.

And on the other hand – they have no history. The way everyone does things and the way society is structured stretches back beyond the bounds of memory, and the entire world has basically one more-or-less-homogenus culture where every band has the same basic socio-political organization and the same theology. The one sympathetically-portrayed colonial anthropologist call them perfectly evolved for their environment and so stagnant, and one rather gets the sense that he’s supposed to be right about everything except the value judgment. And so the greatest tragedy of colonialism is shown to be the moral corruption of the Athsheans, brutalized out of their prelapsarian dream and forced to become murderous to regain their freedom. It is, honestly, a trope I don’t much care for.

(It’s an idle thought I don’t really know what to do with, but the Athshean concept of gods – dreamers who bring ideas and concepts from the dream and incarnate them in the material world – also kind of reminds me of the Innocences in Disco Elysium?)

Anyway, LeGuin still is a great writer, and this really was a fascinating read.

[crimekitty52]

Reviewing/talking about every episode bulbapedia categorized as 'focused on meowth' #1: Island of the Giant Pokemon

anyway! after I do all of these I think i'll do the episodes categorized as 'focused on team rocket' :3

so this is part of the 'st anne arc' if you will, after escaping the sinking of st.anne. I remember this being one of my favorite epsiodes as a kid!!! I really liked seeing the interaction between the pokemon

for starters the moment Jessie and James take notice of Meowth's absence they say how they're the invicible 'teamrocket' with this pose

they were expecting to complete the bit with them

also he says the last couple of lines of the motto and theres the little musical motif in the background: I jsut think it's adorable lmao: particualrly how he says 'surrender now and prepare to fight!' and the very next line is

Meowth instructs Ekans and Koffing to attact and is confused when they don't: explaining how they only listen to Jessie and James respectfully.

in his shock Meowth says that he is 'twice as smart' as those 'you call masters' : and this begins probably the MOST INTERSTING part of this episode

I went ahead and decidded to also check out the original japanese at of curiousity, it's pretty much a match. the sub on internet archive had the dialogue here as

Nyarth: what! nyou really think of those two clumsy blockheads as nyour masters?! [ in japanese nyarth speaks with a ton of little 'nyas' added, this is sometimes implemented particualrly in the early seasons with english meowth, specifically saying 'meowth' instead of 'me' on occasion. i wondered if maybe he spoke with osaka dialect sense those are often dubbed into brooklyn accents, but nah, the brooklyn accent was just a way of translating Nyarth's unique speech patterns in general: ANYWAY seems the subtitles are trying to put those nyas in with any words that start with y or a sounds.]

Arbo: a master's a master (Dogars: no other, no other)

Nyarth: but we nyare the villains, right? (listening the word he's using is 'warui' which I guess you can best translate as 'bad' excuse me for being a nerd but warui is also where wario and waluigis names came from, while the mario-wario makes perfect sense with m and w in english, waluigi as a pun only works in japanese (sense the actually character of the lu in luigi is the same as the ru in warui, l=r pretty much, so in japanese it's a perfect pun of warui and ruigi crossed over but in english it sorta just sounds like your tagging on the wa from wario) the villains do bad things whether there or nyot

Arbo: there's no such thing as villainous pokemon (honestly I think they should of subtitled this the 'bad guys' because 'theres no such thing as a bad pokemon' is a way more accurate and better sounding translation, also because villain tends too instead indicate taking an antagonistic role, where as this is more so talking about moral standing) (more Dogars backup dialoguue)

Nyarth: are nyou saying pokemon can't be villains?

Arbo: when a pokemon does bad things, it's because their master is bad.

Nyarth: nyo way! but I wyant to do bad things even without a master

(there is a small weird translation with that line into the dub but i chalk it up to lip flaps + an exprssion of speech)

anyway! that was a fun little side tangent! back to the point

I think this line is really interesting for a ton of reasons, for starters I think the point here is less so that 'pokemon are inherently good' and more so that Pokemon don't fit into human concepts of morality.

this is what I mean when I talk about one of Meowths core traits being 'the conflicting human and pokemon parts of his identity' Meowth is shocked/taken aback by this because he does view himself within human concepts of morality, he does acknowledge his actions as 'bad' from a human perspective (his perspective) so particularly the idea that 'pokemon only do bad things when their human guidance is bad/tells them to' is particularly offputting, as Meowth expresses that he 'always seems to act like a rat'

Meowth expresses particularly that he is 'bad' without human influence, and honestly I find this sentence to sort of weird as self-deprecating at another glance. especially when we take into account Meowth's past as a street-cat (which involved being a pest to humans)

I think Meowth proabbly also feels pretty fucking betrayed, as Ekans and Koffing ignore his pleas for help, like these are his teamates and he just learned apparently they don't share the same drive/goal as he and the Js

anyway the rest of the Pokemon talk while Meowth is just tied to a tree which godamn thats fuckign hilarous

KRAZYSHIPPING MOMENT

pikachu unties Meowth before Meowth even asked: there's this wonderful pause of Meowth staring at Pikachu like he's trying to asess his actions afterwarsds. (he says 'i couldve gotten out myself' becuse all cats are at least a little bit tsundere)

ANYWAY

COZY BUNDLED UP POKEMON BE UPON YE

also I spotted an animation error! (as an artist spotting animation errors is a fun little game i play litterally whenever watching animations)

it's only visible for a second but theres a clip where meowths paws are colored wrong

so thats pretty much all! I really like this episode. 10/10 >:3c

[mariacallous]

Hundreds of protesters clashed with police in Georgia’s Russian-backed separatist region of Abkhazia on Friday as lawmakers prepared to consider a draft investment agreement with Moscow. After refusing to disperse when the day’s legislative session was cancelled, the demonstrators broke through the gates and ultimately entered the parliament building, where they reportedly demanded the resignation of the republic’s president. Shortly after, Russian state media reported that the document to ratify the investment deal had been withdrawn. Here’s what we know.

Major clashes broke out on Friday in Sukhumi, the capital of the Russian-backed Georgian breakaway region of Abkhazia, as law enforcement tried to disperse a protest against an economic agreement with Russia, according to local Telegram channel Respublika and the outlet Ekho Kavkaza.

Hundreds of protesters gathered outside the parliament building early in the day, as deputies were scheduled to review a draft investment agreement between Sukhumi and Moscow. The demonstrators, who have argued the deal would benefit “oligarchs,” carried both Abkhazian and Russian flags in an effort to dispel the notion that they’re “anti-Russian.”

According to opposition leader Adgur Ardzinba, a group of parliamentarians urged the speaker to remove the ratification of the agreement from the agenda. Ardzinba also called on the authorities to “postpone all contentious issues that divide the people” until the upcoming presidential elections in 2025. “If the authorities don’t agree to this, all responsibility for any potential consequences in the coming days will fall squarely on the president of Abkhazia, Aslan Bzhania, and his inner circle,” Ardzinba said.

Friday’s parliamentary session was ultimately cancelled, and the agenda including the agreement was not approved. The protesters, however, demanded that the deputies go further by holding a session and voting against the draft agreement. Tensions escalated between the protesters and police, with protesters throwing eggs at security forces, breaking the fence around the parliament building, and entering the building’s grounds.

In response to the escalation, law enforcement officials released tear gas and, according to Telegram reports, launched smoke grenades into the crowd. Gunshots were also reportedly heard near the parliament, though no injuries from guns were reported.

According to Respublika, the head of the president’s personal security team approached the protesters and promised to pass along their demands. Dmitry Kuchuberiya, the head of the republic’s security service, and Robert Kiut, the “internal affairs minister,” also attempted to negotiate with the demonstrators. After these attempts, the protesters surrounded the complex of government buildings, including the presidential administration building.

At around 4:00 p.m. local time, Respublika reported that protesters had broken into the parliament building itself and were calling for Aslan Bzhania’s resignation. Minutes later, Russian state media reported that the authorities in Abkhazia were withdrawing the document on the investment deal’s ratification, citing Bzhania’s press service.

In October, Russian Economic Development Minister Maxim Reshetnikov and Abkhazia’s Deputy Prime Minister Kristina Ozgan signed an agreement allowing Russian companies to implement investment projects in the republic. Abkhazian authorities argue that the agreement will benefit the local economy, while the opposition views it as a “direct surrender of the republic’s interests.”

On November 11, the Abkhazian parliament adopted a law regulating the status of mixed-use developments in the republic, which included references to the Russian investment agreement. On the same day, the republic’s State Security Service arrested activists opposing the agreement’s ratification. Authorities claimed the detentions followed a scuffle in the parliament courtyard.

After the arrests, protests broke out in Sukhumi, with demonstrators blocking traffic across three bridges leading into the city. Traffic was restored once the activists were released.