#unless you're the u.s. i guess

[shrike-dyke]

https://www.forbes.com/sites/eliasferrerbreda/2023/10/23/can-machados-primaries-victory-upend-washington-caracas-agreements/

In a chronicle of a vote foretold, opposition frontrunner Maria Corina Machado won by a landslide in Venezuela’s primaries on Sunday. The key question was not, however, whether she was going to win. Without credible competitors, Machado’s objective was to flex electoral muscles against the government, as she is barred from public office.

The day of the vote was marked by pictures of long queues waiting to vote in various cities across Venezuela, and by the few resources employed. There have been varying claims of turnout numbers, without independent observers. As of Monday morning, official results have not been released beyond a preliminary tally: Machado takes 93% of the total.

The public office ban was imposed by the comptroller general, who argued that she had violated the constitution by calling for a military invasion and economic sanctions on Venezuela. She did so on multiple occasions during the dire economic and humanitarian crisis the country has suffered from in recent years. The political ban has been a point of contention in negotiations between Washington DC, Caracas, and the main opposition parties.

The agreements led to electoral guarantees for the 2024 presidential race, and the suspension of some sanctions by the US. Most importantly, they have opened up the oil and gas sector, which is Venezuela’s economic engine. However, the government led by President Nicolás Maduro shows no signs of backing down.

uh yeah why would they?? the u.s. is demanding that the venezuelan government legitimize someone who openly, repeatedly commits treason* and this guy is going like "hm yeah why don't they"

[ask-farah-karim]

I finally lose one game of cards and this is my punishment? Really?

Well, I guess I am here now. No going back. Unless...

Anyways, make yourselves at home. Help yourselves to some tea. Let us talk or whatever happens on these things.

Hi! This is the person behind the blog. I got really into the blog RP style that I've seen on the other COD ask blogs so after some light encouragement (im so easily enabled guys you have no idea) here I finally am!

You can call me Renny! I'm a 24 year old woman (MDNI!!!) from the U.S., I also have a part time job during the week so responses to asks and @'s will be dependent on when I'm free to hit back at you!

Nothing offensive allowed.

No hate of any kind tolerated here! No sexism, racism, islamaphobia, transphobia, etc. is tolerated here. You think you're getting a welcome ear? try a-fuckin-gain pal, this is tumblr and my blocked list is looking mighty empty...

Flirting and NSFW is allowed.

I'll respond in character, but I likely wont answer every NSFW ask, its really gonna depend on which ones I'm comfortable or not comfortable with so just use some common sense when you're sending them. So yeah! NSFW is fine but please refrain from being overly explicit

@ghost-askblog (aka the OG!!!) @johnprice-asks @soap-askblog @ask-gaz @ask-phillip-graves @nikolai-asks @ask-mactavish @ask-roachsanderson

Taken anons: 🥭

Inspired by... fuck me, there's so much of you

ok, if I need to add any further rules or stipulations in the future, I'll edit this post. signing off for now!

[jasclearwaters]

Learn to Fly

Part Three

The moment we step off the plane in Australia, the air hits me like a blanket—thick and warm, but in a way that makes you feel like you're stepping straight into a sauna. It’s been a long flight from Vegas, and the jetlag is trying to get its claws into me, but I ignore it. The idea of being here, away from all the mess back home, makes my mind shift into another gear.

I’m not sure what I thought Australia would be like, but this definitely isn’t it. The humidity feels foreign, like everything around me is alive, buzzing with a heat that can’t be tamed. The skies are that perfect blue you see in photos and never believe is real until you’re standing under it. Robert, for all his world-saving charm, seems perfectly at ease in it, strolling beside me like it’s no big deal.

“Not exactly what you imagined, huh?” he says, reading my face.

I shrug. “I didn’t exactly know what to expect. I don’t think I’ve left the U.S. long enough to have a real idea.”

Robert gives a little chuckle, clearly thinking it’s cute that I’m a travel rookie. “Fair enough. You’ll get used to it. But first, coffee?”

“Absolutely. I’m about ready to pass out, so yeah, coffee is non-negotiable.”

---

The café Robert takes me to is small, tucked between an outdoor gear shop and a bookstore, the kind of place you’d never find unless you knew where to look. Inside, the smell of coffee hits me like a warm hug, and I suddenly realize how much I need this. The flight, the heat, the weight of everything I’ve been carrying—it all presses down, but caffeine might just hold it off for a little while.

Robert orders without asking me what I want, which should be annoying, but I don’t have the energy to argue. When the barista hands me a flat white, I give him a look.

“I figured you’d like it,” he says with a shrug.

I take a sip and, okay, he’s right. It’s smooth, strong, and exactly what I need. “Lucky guess.”

“Educated guess,” he corrects, that grin of his making it impossible to be mad.

We sit near the window, and Robert’s already scrolling through messages, responding to people about the dugong project, updates from the conservation team. I watch him for a second, fascinated by how effortlessly he moves through all of this. Saving animals, coordinating campaigns, rallying people behind a cause—it’s like second nature to him.

I’m not used to people being this sure of what they want.

“So,” I say, breaking the silence. “What’s the plan? Am I just going to stand next to a dugong and smile for the camera, or is there an actual itinerary here?”

Robert laughs, setting his phone down. “Oh, there’s an itinerary. We’re heading up the coast tomorrow—there’s a research site where they’re tracking a small population. You’ll get to see the team in action.”

“And I’m supposed to…what? Be the face of the cause?”

He tilts his head, considering me. “Not exactly. More like…helping people see why it matters. You’ve got a voice, Kendra. People listen to you.”

I let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, because they love a good train wreck.”

Robert’s expression shifts, more serious now. “Or because they see something real in you.”

I look away, suddenly finding the condensation on my coffee cup very interesting. I don’t know how to respond to that.

Back home, everything’s a mess. My so-called friends—Josh, Gabbie—had no problem using me as a punchline when things went south. The accident, the hospital stay, the media frenzy that followed… It was all just more fuel for the fire.

Maybe Robert’s right. Maybe people are listening. But I don’t know if I want them to.

He must sense my hesitation because he leans back, drumming his fingers on the table. “Look, you don’t have to be an activist or whatever. Just be here. See what’s happening. If it means something to you, great. If not…at least you got a free trip to Australia.”

I smirk. “You really know how to sell a cause.”

“It’s a gift,” he says, grinning again.

The easy banter helps, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m out of my depth. I came here to get away, to escape the chaos back home, but maybe I just walked straight into another storm.

Only this time, I’m not sure if I want to run.

---

The drive to the Irwin house is longer than I expect, winding through roads lined with towering trees and open stretches of land that feel untouched. The air smells different here—clean, fresh, like the earth itself is alive. Robert seems perfectly at home, one hand on the wheel, the other gesturing as he talks about the wildlife we pass. I try to listen, but my brain is still catching up to the fact that I’m actually here.

When we pull up, I take in the house—bigger than I imagined but still cozy, with wide windows and a wraparound porch that looks like the perfect spot to drink coffee and watch the sunrise. It’s the kind of place that feels lived in, filled with stories.

“Alright, home sweet home,” Robert says, shutting off the engine.

He grabs my suitcase before I can protest, leading me inside. The air-conditioning is a welcome relief from the heat, and the inside of the house is exactly what I’d expect from the Irwins—warm colors, wildlife photos on the walls, a mix of rustic and homey.

“My mom’s still in the U.S. for a bit,” Robert says as we walk down the hall. “She’s visiting family in Oregon, but she’ll be back soon. Bindi and Chandler have their own place now with Grace, so you’ll be staying in Bindi’s old room.”

He stops at a door and pushes it open. The room is simple but inviting—a big bed with a quilted cover, a bookshelf filled with everything from animal encyclopedias to well-loved paperbacks, and a window overlooking the property.

“It’s right across from mine,” Robert says, nodding toward the door across the hall.

I glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Should I be concerned?”

He smirks. “Only if you’re a sleepwalker.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips.

I set my bag down, letting out a breath. It’s weird, being in someone else’s space, but it doesn’t feel unwelcome. If anything, it’s almost…comforting.

Robert claps his hands together. “Alright, ready for the grand tour?”

---

Australia Zoo is massive. I knew that before coming here, but walking through it is something else entirely. It’s not just a zoo—it’s a living, breathing tribute to conservation. Every inch of it feels intentional, built with love and a deep respect for the animals that call it home.

Robert walks a few steps ahead, his energy boundless as he points things out—where the crocs are, the rehab areas, the enclosures that mimic natural habitats as closely as possible.

“You guys don’t do anything halfway, huh?” I say, looking up at the aviary as birds flit through the trees.

“Nah,” Robert says, grinning. “Go big or go home.”

We stop at the kangaroo enclosure, and before I know it, Robert’s handing me a bit of food.

“Go on,” he says. “They’re friendly.”

I hesitate for a second, then hold out my hand. A kangaroo hops over, sniffing before taking the food gently from my palm. I laugh, unable to help it.

Robert watches me, his smile softer now. “First time feeding a roo?”

“Yeah,” I admit. “This is kinda surreal.”

He nudges my shoulder lightly. “You’re a natural.”

I shake my head, still grinning. “You say that like it’s a skill.”

“It is,” he says. “Animals can tell when someone’s got a good heart.”

There’s something about the way he says it, so easy and matter-of-fact, that makes my stomach flip.

For a second, we just stand there, the late afternoon sun casting everything in a golden glow. The moment stretches, the noise of the zoo fading into the background.

Then Robert clears his throat, breaking the spell. “Come on, there’s still more to see.”

---

By the time we get back to the house, I’m exhausted. The jetlag, the heat, the whirlwind of everything—it’s all hitting me at once.

Robert walks me to my door, leaning against the frame. “Big day tomorrow,” he says. “Dugong research site, early start. Hope you’re a morning person.”

“I’m not,” I admit. “But I’ll survive.”

He chuckles. “I’ll make sure there’s coffee.”

There’s a beat of silence, something unspoken lingering between us. Then Robert smiles, softer this time. “Night, Kendra.”

“Night, Robert.”

I close the door behind me, exhaling as I lean against it. My heart’s still racing, and I don’t know if it’s from the day or from him.

Probably both.

---

I wake up to the sound of birds outside my window—loud, wild calls that are nothing like the morning doves back home. For a second, I forget where I am, tangled in sheets that aren’t mine, the air warmer than I’m used to. And then it hits me. Australia. Robert. The zoo.

The smell of coffee drifts into the room, and I practically drag myself out of bed, running a hand through my messy hair before padding down the hall. The kitchen is bright with early morning sun, and Robert is already there, leaning against the counter with a mug in hand.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he says, way too cheerful for how early it is.

I groan, flopping into a chair. "Remind me why we’re up before the sun?"

He slides a cup of coffee toward me, smirking. "Because today, we get to see dugongs up close."

Right. The whole reason I’m here. Conservation, awareness, something bigger than myself. I take a sip of coffee, letting it burn away the last bit of sleep, and nod. "Alright, let’s do this."

---

The drive out to the research site is long but peaceful, the landscape shifting between stretches of open road and glimpses of the ocean. By the time we arrive, the sun is just starting to rise, casting everything in soft orange and pink. A team of marine biologists is already prepping boats, and Robert hops out of the truck like he’s been doing this his whole life. Because, well, he has.

He knows everyone, greeting them like family, and I can’t help but watch the way he lights up in this space. It’s like seeing him in his element flips a switch—he’s not just Robert, the guy who makes me laugh and teases me for being a travel rookie. He’s Robert Irwin, conservationist, and for the first time, I really get what that means.

We load into the boat, the engine humming as we push off into the bay. The water is calm, stretching endlessly around us, and I breathe in the salt air, letting it settle something in me.

Then Robert whispers, "There."

I follow his gaze just in time to see a dark shape moving beneath the surface. My breath catches as a dugong rises, breaking the water in a slow, graceful motion. Its snout pokes above the waves, taking a deep breath before sinking back down.

"Wow," I breathe.

Robert grins. "Beautiful, right?"

I nod, unable to look away. "Yeah… I get why you love this."

For a few minutes, we just watch, the boat rocking gently beneath us. The dugong moves lazily through the water, undisturbed by our presence. It’s so different from the chaos of home, from everything I left behind. Out here, things feel simpler.

We spend the morning collecting data—tracking the dugongs’ movements, monitoring the seagrass they rely on. Robert explains everything with this quiet excitement, and I find myself hanging on his every word, more caught up in his passion than the facts themselves.

At one point, as we both lean over the side of the boat, watching the dugongs graze below, our arms brush. It’s nothing, just a small touch, but I feel it like a spark.

I glance at Robert. For a second, it feels like maybe he felt it too. But then he clears his throat, flashing me that easy grin of his.

"Alright, next stop—seagrass monitoring. Hope you’re ready to get wet."

I roll my eyes but can’t help smiling. "You’re impossible."

He just laughs, and we keep going, but that moment lingers.

Maybe it was nothing.

Or maybe it was something.

Either way, I can’t stop thinking about it.

A/N: Thoughts?

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[unhetalia]

soft usuk headcanon where america just hugs england after having a bad day or even nightmare.

This is a holdover from childhood. Arthur wasn't there a lot, but when he was, Alfred asked for hugs all the time. One time Alfred fell out of a tree and was just about to brush it off when he saw Arthur was beside himself. He quickly realised that it was not normal to fall out of trees and feel nothing, so he quickly turned on the waterworks so Arthur would hold him. Free hug!

(It fucks up his relationship with affection, this belief that there needs to be a Legitimate Reason in order to receive gentleness or love, but that's not what this is about!)

Nowadays, it's more complicated than that for Alfred. Americans aren't a high contact culture, and while I don't believe in Nations always being the embodiment of their countries' ideologies, when you're living amongst people who have a certain way of interacting, it absolutely has an impact, same as for any human.

As a result, Alfred is someone who is a little bit touch-starved. I think he wants more contact than he's able to get from the people around him. His best friend is an alien, his other best friend is fucking BELARUS.

Arthur, on the other hand, isn't lacking in physical contact, if you know what I mean. He's traced every curve of a woman's body; held a man down and fucked them until they begged. He's been clung to, held tight, clawed in passion.

But Arthur rarely touches people when he's not fucking them - hasn't been touched by someone who wants affection, or is offering it to him.

The first time Alfred hugged Arthur to seek out comfort post-independence was in 1950. Alfred had come out of World War II incredibly jaded - it was only the third time he'd ever revealed himself to and worked with his government, and they'd gone behind his back and dropped two atom bombs. Alfred left after, though President Truman had tried his best to get him to stay, promising him that because of what they'd done, there would be no more wars.

Five year later, the U.S enters the Korean War. Alfred is with Arthur when he hears the news, and to say he's gutted would be an understatement. He must've looked devastated, because Arthur moves to stand in front of him and makes to put a hand on his shoulder. Instead, Alfred just... falls into him, face in his chest, holding him tightly and crying his heart out. Arthur is stumped for a minute before he wraps his arms around Alfred, starts shushing him like he's a child again. Telling him it's going to be okay.

Alfred would lie awake that night thinking about how different Arthur felt from when he was a child; how, in fact, being held by Arthur in that moment hadn't felt like his childhood at all. Alfred doesn't quite realise it's because he's in love with Arthur, but he learns - or re-learns - the power of physical affection.

This lesson impacts Arthur because not only does Alfred begin seeking him out for comfort (which stops him in his tracks every time), he offers that same comfort without prompting.

Arthur is seething during a meeting after receiving several ridiculous reports, and yes, he's shouting and terrifying everyone, especially Antonio, who is very aware Arthur still carries a sword around, when suddenly Alfred stands up, marches towards him, and pulls him into a hug and says "chill out, dude, everything's gonna be fine!"

The world watches Arthur almost physically deflate. When Alfred pulls away and walks back to his seat, Arthur will finally take a deep breath. "Well... it's not the end of the world, I guess. We'll need to rearrange a few things, but it's fixable."

Witnessing this, everyone decides that it doesn't matter that their relationships don't reflect the geopolitical climate: Alfred truly is a superpower.

[Note: All my headcanons unless states otherwise exist in a universe where Hetalia characters are independent of their government. Their roles are to protect the land and the people, and often this requires them to work against their governments. Despite Nations being a representative of a country, their work to protect the land and people goes beyond boarders, and while Nations have personal relationships that involve liking and disliking others, this does not impede on their work and is not tied to their country's politics.]

[brokendarkfairyempressforever]

INTRO POST (guys I finally did it)

Assalamualaikum(peace be upon you), hi, hiya, hiiii!

My name is Sabreen(no this is not my real name, please don't ask) I'm a Desi Bangladeshi Muslim who lives in the heck country of the U.S. I love books, cartoons, movies, cats, and other stuff(probably)

This blog supports Palestine🇵🇸🍉, Yemen, Syria, Sudan, Congo, and anyone who is under oppression. I will stand with you in social justice issues. Everyone deserves empathy, respect, understanding, and kindness. However, I AM A MINOR I CANNOT DONATE! I’m very sorry but I will continue to pray and protest for you!!!

DNI if you're zionist, Islamophobic, racist, sexist, a nazi, a colorist, anyone who hates or belittles anyone. If you hate anyone who is a different social economic status than you get out, if you hate anyone based on their skin color, their race, their religion, their gender, their home situation, their family situation, their homeland then get out. I don't tolerate haters.

Naraini (Myna) calls me Habibti @hijabi-flavored-nerd

Beana (Bea) calls me Sabreena @book-girl4evaaa

Riya (Riyana) calls me Sabreeni zucchini @im-on-crack-send-help

I will do a list of my moots eventually

Likes:

BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS(I probably read at least some of the same books as you

Mystery

Fantasy

Adventure

Sci Fi

CATS

Writing poems

Random story ideas

MOON AND STARS

cherry blossoms

CATS

Indigo but more on the purple side-favorite color

sleeping more like spiraling lol

Uhhhh I don't know what else to add(I'm not good at stuff like this I'm sorry)

Oh yeah I'm a chaotic arsonist and I'm the leader of the chaotic arson gang

I have a cat named zayne

I have a lot of mental health issues (adhd, anxiety(general and social), bpd, cptsd, depression, DID, and ptsd)(I might be autistic but no one wants to get that checked out sooo yeah) So this blog is very friendly with fellow messed up minds

I've faced racism, colorism, sexism, abuse, homelessness, bad grades, islamophobes, and bullying. I also have a speech impediment

So I'm just trying to say I will never hate you and I will care about you until my last breath. You deserve the world and so much more. If you need/want a safe place, I'm here

So I'm still discovering/rediscovering myself. You're gonna see a lot of random reblogs and posts😅

I'm not always mentally okay and I'm sorry in advance.

Anyway yeah

I might update or change some stuff later

Here's some lore about my username

I accept any asks unless they're too invasive or I'm just not comfortable. I don't usually do chains but I appreciate the love.

Um I think that's it ? I don't know guys I literally don't know myself but welcome to my home i guess!

Catch ya on the flip side 🌒✨🌘✨❣️🫠✌🏼🐾😺

*update: I’m really not okay so I’m very sorry if you see depressing stuff. I may or may not be active as much because of school but also because of my mental health

[queen-of-the-avengers]

CATFA: Part Five

Pairing: Ikaris x Female!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

The promise you made to Bucky will stand firm because you're not going to let anything happen to Steve. He's eager to get started, even after seeing his other recruits in boot camp. You're off to the side since you've already done this and are allowed to observe. A very slim young woman approaches the recruits with a serious look on her face.

"Recruits, attention! Gentlemen, I'm Agent Peggy Carter. I supervise all operations for this division."

"What's with the accent, Queen Victoria? Thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army," one of the recruits asks with a smirk.

"What's your name, soldier?"

"Gilmore Hodge, your Majesty."

"Step forward, Hodge," she orders, and he does as he's told. "Put your right foot forward."

"Mmm, we gonna wrassle? Because I got a few moves I know you'll like," he winks. 

Peggy pulls her fist back and punches him square in the jaw. He falls to the ground in shock as blood squirts out of his nose. The Colonel picks the right time to come in on a jeep.

"Agent Carter."

"Colonel Phillips."

"I see you're breaking in the candidates. That's good!" he turns to the fallen soldier. "Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention until somebody tells you what to do."

"Yes, sir," Hodge sniffles as he tries to keep the blood inside his nose.

"General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons," the Colonel begins, "but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men and because they're gonna get better. Much better. The Strategic Scientific Reserve is an Allied effort made up of the best minds in the free world. Our goal is to create the best army in history. But every army starts with one man. At the end of this week, we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of super-soldiers, and they will personally escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of Hell."

Steve has always had trouble trying to fit in wherever he went. This training camp was no different. The other recruits saw his size and immediately thought he couldn't do it. They made his life hell here, but Steve was a fighter. He never gave up even when things looked a little bleak.

When you were a recruit, you had gone through the same hell as them, only more difficult. Your recruitment officer wanted to make it as tough as possible to prove a woman couldn't do it. When you passed with flying colors, he knew you weren't an ordinary woman.

The recruits are doing their run around the camp, but you're hanging out with Dr. Erskine and Peggy in a jeep waiting for them to get to the halfway point.

"Y/N, I'd like to talk about your academy results if you don't mind," the doctor asks.

"What about them?"

Dr. Erskine and Peggy look at one another as if they know something you don't. He tries to get the words out of his mouth, but Peggy takes over.

"How you passed with such perfect scores."

"Hard work, I guess."

"Yes, that's what I thought until I looked at the footage." Dr. Erskine takes out photos that were developed from the footage since he can't show you personally. The first photo is of you alone in the camp when you thought no one was around to see you. The next photo is of you hunched over as you're in the middle of transforming into an animal. The third photo is of you as the animal. The fourth photo is you running away from the spot into the woods behind the camp. "Care to explain?"

"No," you shake your head.

"Not even the best candidates of your group got perfect scores, yet, you did. Now, unless you'd like me to show this to authorities, I suggest you start explaining."

Well, there is no use in lying to them now, so you come clean.

"I'm not human. I'm from a planet called Xenia, and I came to Earth nearly a thousand years ago. Believe me or not, I'm not the bad guy here. I'm a shapeshifting avatar that can control the elements. I can turn into anything and anyone as long as it's living."

To demonstrate, you use your aerokinesis and cause the wind to pick up. There are no clouds in the sky, but you solidify the water molecules in the air, causing them to sprinkle down onto the three of you. Peggy looks up in shock when she doesn't see any clouds above her.

"I once belonged to a government that only wanted to inflict pain. They were bullies. I put a stop to it, and I've been bouncing from planet to planet trying to help them. All I want here is to help," you say and cease all activity. Peggy and Dr. Erksine aren't nearly as shocked as you thought they were going to be. "You two don't seem that shocked."

"We're looking for someone to be experimented on with a serum we've created. It will enhance their speed, strength, and stamina. We like to say we're building a super soldier to help us win the war," Dr. Erskine reveals.

"We'd like your input."

"Sure." The unmistakable sound of feet stomping on the ground can be heard from where you are. The recruits are coming this way. "I guess it goes without saying that I'd like for my secret to remain a secret."

"We'll keep yours if you'll keep ours."

"Deal."

You look back and see everyone running in two lines, but Steve is all the way in the back and falling behind. Seeing him so battered and bruised makes you think about the promise you made to Bucky. Then, you think about Bucky and how you miss him so much. He's in England right now fighting for his life without you by his side. Maybe this weekend, when you have off, you'll fly over there and see how he's doing.

"That flag means we're at the halfway point!" the instructor points to a flagpole ten feet off to the side. "The first man to bring it to me rides back with Agent Carter! Move!"

All ten recruits rush to the flagpole and try to get to the flag, but they're all failing. Some try to climb it but only get a few feet off the ground. They try to help each other up, but none can pass the halfway point up the pole.

"Nobody's got that flag in seventeen years! Now fall back in line! Come on, fall in!" All the recruits fall back in line, but Steve hasn't gotten his turn to try. "Rogers, I said fall in!"

Steve looks at the flagpole and notices the base of it. There is a latch that can be undone. He pulls it free from the base, allowing the flagpole to fall to the ground in a defining thump. Everyone is shocked into silence when Steve grabs the flag. You and Peggy look at the instructor with smirks on your faces; you're kind of proud of Steve for using his brain. He hands the flag to the instructor and gets into the backseat of the jeep.

Once everyone gets back to the main area for training, it's time for more exercises. All the recruits need to do push-ups over and over again, and everyone does them well except for Steve. He's trying his best, but he can't seem to keep up with everyone else.

"Faster, ladies! Come on. My grandmother has more life in her, God rest her soul. Move it!" Peggy barks orders at the recruits.

You're off to the side watching them when you notice Dr. Erskine and the Colonel talking by one of the keeps. The Colonel takes a grenade from the back, takes out the safety pin, and throws it into the pit of recruits.

"Grenade!"

If you don't do something soon, then it's going to blow up. You stick your hand out and use your aerokinesis to manipulate the air around the grenade to throw it somewhere else. All the recruits hide behind objects that could protect themselves, but Steve jumps on top of the Grenade to take the fall for everyone else. You, Peggy, the doctor, and the Colonel stare at him in wonder as the recruits look at him like he's crazy.

"Is this a test?" Steve asks when the grenade doesn't blow up.

He's proving to be the one they need for the serum, even if the Colonel doesn't think so. He's passed every test and done everything they've asked for regardless if it's harder for the other recruits to do it.

When it was clear who they were going to pick for the serum, Dr. Erskine came clean to Steve about what was really going on. Steve was apprehensive, but he was ready to take that final step. That final step leads you back to Brooklyn. You're in the car with Peggy and Steve and you can already feel some sort of tension. It's nothing bad, but it's definitely something.

"I know this neighborhood," Steve recognizes the area. "I got beat up in that alley, that parking lot, and behind that diner."

"Did you have something against running away?"

"If you start running and they'll never let you stop. So, you stand up and push back. Can't say no forever, right?"

"I know a little of what that's like. To have every door shut in your face."

"I guess I just don't know why you'd wanna join the army if you're a beautiful dame," Steve says. He realizes his choice of words and stutters out an apology. "Or a beautiful... a woman. An agent, not a dame! You are beautiful, but—"

"You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?" she interrupts him.

You snicker under your breath, and he lightly kicks your shin to get you to stop. It's his way of telling you to shut the fuck up.

"This is the longest conversation I've had with one. Women aren't exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on."

"You must have danced?"

"Asking a woman to dance always seems so terrifying. The past few years just didn't seem to matter that much. I'd figured I'd wait."

"For what?"

"The right partner." Peggy stares at him in admiration just as the car pulls up to an antique store. You're the first one out, then Peggy, and finally Steve. "What are we doing here?"

Peggy leads you two inside an antique store, and the owner comes out to greet Peggy.

"Wonderful weather this morning isn't it?"

"Yes, but I always carry an umbrella."

The owner gives her a nod, and Agent Carter leads you two to a bookcase in the back which opens up to reveal that they were, in fact, doors. She took the lead down to a hidden lab in a big circular room filled with machinery and a pod in the middle.

"Good morning," Dr. Erskine announces when he sees you. He shakes your and Steve's hands respectively. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," Steve acknowledges.

"Good. Take off your shirt, your tie, and your hat," he commands. As soon as he achieves that, he climbs into the pod that is ready whenever he is. "Comfortable?"

"It's a little big. You save me any of that schnapps?" he asks the doctor.

"Not as much as I should have. Sorry. Next time. Mr. Stark, how are your levels?"

Howard Stark comes onto the platform, and you stare at him in admiration. He made an impression when you saw him at the Exposition of Tomorrow. It's fitting that he's working on this project since he's brilliant.

"Levels at 100%. We may dim half the lights in Brooklyn, but we're ready as we'll ever be."

"Agent Carter? Don't you think you would be more comfortable in the booth?" the doctor inquires.

"Oh, yes, of course."

You turn to follow her, but Steve grabs your arm to prevent you from leaving.

"Stay, please."

"I'm right here," you whisper and stay by his side.

After a few moments of silence, the doctor picks up a microphone to talk to the people inside the booth as they watch from above.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step toward the path to peace. We begin with a series of micro-injections into the subject's major muscle groups. The serum infusion will cause immediate cellular change. Then, to stimulate growth, the subject will be saturated with Vita-Rays."

Wow, if only Markus was this thorough with you back then. Another doctor in the room stuck a needle in Steve's arm and quickly injects whatever is inside.

"That wasn't so bad," Steve comments.

"That was penicillin," the doctor informs him. "Serum infusion beginning in five, four, three, two, one." 

The serum is injected into Steve's arm at the end of the countdown. The Doctor gives a thumbs-up to Howard, and the inventor pulls a lever that encloses Steve into the pod and stands him upright. Dr. Erskine walks to the tiny window and knocks on it. 

"Steven, can you hear me?"

"It's probably too late to go to the bathroom, right?"

"We will proceed," the doctor nods.

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[senkaithegriffin]

Welcome To The Cabin.

Hey there, dunno why you're here but if you'd like to stick around you'd find that the cabin holds many tales and I happen to be the author of most of them. I'll share my stories, OC's, and a bunch of absolutely stupid stuff here because I happen to be oh so incredibly stupid.

You can call me Kai, Senkai, or whatever flutters your wings I guess, I enjoy writing and so I am deciding to share the things I write. It won't be on this blog but maybe if this one catches on enough I have some darker stories I'd like to share too so we'll see how the first cabin does but even now my stories aren't exactly family adventures.

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A couple of Fandoms you might find me writing for are: Mortal Kombat, Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, Cyberpunk, Dragon Ball, MHA, Warframe, and so much more do note that some of the stories change so much that they're almost unrecognizable.

Before you decide to dive further like I mentioned, for now my stories will start off pretty light but they typically don't stay that way, when I see fit or people express interest the lore type of content I'll post will get darker they'll still be light-hearted stuff on here however. There will be warnings in chapters but here's also a heads-up in case you read this!

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Here you'll find the full chapters of the teasers and snippets I drop here, but Tumblr also gets benefits as I'll explain things, answer questions, and such here. I'll even drop unrelated pieces of lore here occasionally for my stories.

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A few fun Facts I suppose: I go my He/Him

I'm based outta the U.S

I'm beyond the age of consent

You can never really predict what i'm gonna put out because when I watch something new I subconciously make an Oc in my head and it would be wasteful not to put them to work so that's resulted in me making some pretty outlandish stories but it's all in good fun.

My Current focus? I would say My DS Story but it's one of those stories of mine that are super detached, oh and maybe Spiderman, I've been playing the new game so much it's amazing

I turned on questions and some other stuff so go for it, Don't know how to use the block button on here yet but I'll figure it out so don't be a dick.

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[libertyreads]

Book Review #30 of 2025--

Brutal Prince by Sophie Lark. Rating: 2 stars.

Read from April 27th to 29th.

This is technically my May pick for my challenge to read Romance books that are outside of my typical Romance subgenres. I read two single dad Romances for January and February. March's and April's picks were bodyguard Romances. For the month of May I chose a mafia Romance. And what pisses me off the most about this is that I was eating up that mafia stuff. Especially since I love Chicago, my husband's family is from Chicago. But the "romance" and the sex scenes made me almost throw up. Twice. And yes, literally. I would classify two of them as assault. Especially since these characters never discuss consent or draw any lines before these two sex scenes happened.

The author does too good of a job at the beginning of making these two hate each other for me to buy any of the middle or especially any of the end. These are two horrible people who do really horrible things to each other and somehow through sex they manage to get over it and fall in love. I don't buy it. I don't know if I somehow got an abridged version that's somehow missing 100 pages in the middle that makes this relationship make sense, but I do NOT get what the girlies are going crazy about with this one. I know in a lot of reviews I talk about how the Enemies to Lovers aren't really Enemies to Lovers because they never take it there. They never TRULY make them Enemies. But for this one they never have that transition. It goes straight from Enemies to being Lovers with nothing to cause that change. I need them to reluctantly realize they might respect the other person. Then to begrudgingly admit that the other person isn't as bad as they thought. Then to shockingly realize they might actually like the other person as a person. And this continues SLOWLY throughout the novel until one day they're smacked in the face with the realization that they love the person they once hated. This transition never existed and I couldn't buy their romance because of it.

Now, this part is going to get its own paragraph because WHATTHEFUCKWASTHAT. In this long paragraph I'm going to discuss some of the sex scenes in detail so please skip this paragraph if you're worried about spoilers or content. In the first sex scene, I guess it's supposed to be going for the kink of denying someone an orgasm but the method of doing it is something I truly consider to be coercion and therefore sexual assault. The female character is told that she basically won't have her orgasm from this encounter unless she does something he wants sexually. And considering they've never hooked up before, considering they've never had anything approaching a conversation about consent or boundaries in regards to sex, this is extremely disgusting to me. I know that these conversations don't happen because they're supposed to still be in the Enemies portion of the novel when this scene takes place. It's still so fucking gross to me. Then there's a scene closer to the middle of the novel where the main male character is super angry at the female character when they're having sex and he spanks her way too many fucking times which I found deeply upsetting. I know spanking is supposed to be something that some people are into, but with how angry he was in the scene and how painful she says it is, it just feels like he's taking out all of his anger on her physically which I don't think is okay. ESPECIALLY SINCE THEY STILL HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT BOUNDARIES OR CONSENT OR ANYTHING AT THIS POINT.

So, what the hell kept me reading this novel? A) It's short. B) I needed an easy read over the past few days. C) I was actually SO interested in the mafia aspect of this story. It's set in my favorite U.S. city, my husband's family is from there, we have a general understanding of the political climate and the history of the mafia in Chicago. I think this book was actually a pretty good indicator of how I might do with other mafia Romances. I liked all of the political aspects of the story. I liked the rivalry between the two families. All of that. So I'm making a mental note to consider this subgenre in the future.

Overall, Sophie Lark is not for me. I think this was mostly smut with a plot and I don't think that was ever going to work for me. But this does give me some thoughts on where to take this romance subgenre experiment in the future.

[bllsbailey]

'Pour Encourager Les Autres'

“My name is Greisa Martinez Rosas,......

I am an immigrant; I am undocumented, unafraid, queer, and unashamed!”

So said Greisa Martinez Rosas at a recent rally protesting the administration's deportation policies. And judging by the response, those attending were enthusiastically supportive. Now pretty much everyone in the country has ancestors who came from someplace else. Originally, my own were Prussian, but since 1945 I guess I am Polish. Anyway, my people came to the U.S. legally around 1888, and my great-grandfather worked for the Missouri Pacific Railroad. He also may have poisoned his first wife with arsenic and married her sister. But that's another story.

Regardless, there are a few differences between my own ancestral history and Ms. Rosas'. My people immigrated, they were legal, and they were straight. I'm glad of that last one because if they'd been queer I probably wouldn't be here. But they also shared a few of the things that Rosas mentioned about herself. Josef Zoernig wasn't afraid and he wasn't ashamed. Or if he was afraid, his courage to leave home overcame the fear to get on a ship and come here. He and Francezka had a son who served on a destroyer in WWI, built a solid real estate business that lasted for decades after he got home, and had two sons of his own. All lived normal, productive lives.

So I think immigration can be a good thing. I like immigrants. And I'm very supportive of immigrants. Legal immigrants, that is. There is a process in place to come here according to our laws, and if you want to stick around and be a citizen, you can do that too. It takes some time, but it should. And it should, because you have to take the time to learn about the country and the society you want to become a part of. It's critical to integrate into the social fabric so that you can assimilate into the cultural tapestry of America.

If you don't, then you not only miss out on being part of that, you don't contribute to it either because the first thing you learn by coming here illegally is that our law doesn't matter. If you came here as a child, then you've learned this from your parents, and as in the case of Ms. Rosas, it's become one of your convictions. So a main pillar of the American value system that keeps the roof from falling in is that we are a nation based on law. The founders set things up that way because they were Englishmen. And Englishmen had the shared legal tradition of the Magna Carta since way back in 1215. Long history with a law that essentially made the King subject to the law as was any peasant tilling the land. And because of that shared history, all Democratic politicians today will proudly tell you that "No one is above the law," unless...unless you're Joe Biden and one of the 12 million friends he invited over for dinner and extended stay, that is. Those guys float above the law like Zeppelins. I think when Sen. Amy Klobuchar (D-MN) says something demonstrably untrue, like no one is above the law, someone in the press should borrow a Trump Card from the president's stack and stick it in her face.

Another thing about illegal immigrants is that they jumped the line. Nobody likes cutting. It's blatantly unfair and it puts you in the awkward position of having to decide if you're going to do something about it or not. Hypothetically, we'd all like to say "I'd stand up and confront!" because we come from a country that codifies fair play into its legal system. But sometimes, that's just not prudent. When I was in the high school seminary, the upperclassmen would cut in front of you for dinner service. All year. If as a freshman you protested, which one guy did in the first week of school, you might get a piece of chocolate cake mashed into your face for your impudence...which one guy did...in the first week of school. If you think that's just dumb kid stuff, I have another example. Shortly after the George Floyd business, I was at one of those Pick Your Own family farms with the kids during Halloween. They were giving hayrides. We had been waiting in line for 20 minutes when a large group of folks (15-20, I'd guess) just walked up and parked themselves at the head of the line to wait for the next tractor. The guy in front of me called over one of the workers, who was probably about 40 or so, and quietly complained. And the worker quietly answered back, "I know. It's wrong but I don't need a riot. I can't do anything about it." Pour encourager les autres. That was then, this is now. Tesla is now. Pour encourager les autres. See how that works? 

Anyway, I have a friend who married a Salvadoran woman. When he got out of the Navy, they moved here and married. She spent the next few years studying to become an American citizen. After she took the oath, she became very vocal and critical about the line jumpers. And she should have because she was right. Illegal aliens don't put any effort into the American experience. They might hold jobs and some might pay some taxes, but I bet if I asked one of the numerous landscape workers that visit the same Quik Trip I do each morning, "Hey, I forget, was it the Germans or the San Franciscans who bombed Pearl Harbor?" I know I'd get "¿Que?" for an answer. At least being aware of stuff like that is important to our collective experience because a lot of it explains how we occupy time and space right now. But if you're here illegally, and not in high school, you probably don't know it was the Japanese. And if you are in public high school, you still probably don't know it was the Japanese. When I was in college, I had a history professor who taught us the acronym SCRAPE, which stood for Social, Cultural, Religion, Art, Political, and Economic. These were the threads that held the tapestry together. They were the glues that made up what a society was and ensured cohesion. Doesn't mean that everybody has to be Methodist and like Picasso, but it does give definition to a people who have many of these things in common. It's patently true. Look at the Middle East. Most of those guys are Muslim and most of those guys stick together. Even hating Israel more than they love their own kids. But when you don't have enough common beliefs, virtues or experiences among your population, then your culture fractures and your country Balkanizes. Some of the Nordic countries are learning this painful lesson right now.

So, I mean, there's a lot of other bad stuff that illegal immigration does to a country. Especially when so much of it happens overnight. Remittances that go out which are less than tax revenue coming in. Actual citizens having to pay for services that support fake citizens. Drug trafficking, sex trafficking, children trafficking...fake citizens that have no reason to assimilate because they neither care to or there's no economic reason for them to. The list keeps going. But most of you know what those are, and there's no reason to take them all on here. Suffice to say that people like Rosas who are here illegally think that they're entitled to be here because they're queer and progressive. They intend to stay here and think that defiance of a basic tenet of U.S. law makes them 'bold and beautiful" enough to demand that other such entitled nobles jump the fence and run to the racist, homophobic and xenophobic place called America. 

I hope Tom Homan puts her on the next bus out of here. Pour encourager les autres.

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[duhragonball]

UAWC Update: 20,070

All right, I'm 40% of the way to my goal for the month. I don't have a lot to add to that, so I'll take this time to mention that I left Twitter last week.

I didn't have a very big Twitter footprint, so I don't think it matter much, but if anyone cares, I got more active on the thing in 2019, after Tumblr instituted the porn ban and everyone thought the site would go out of business or something. For years, my profile just read "I sure hope Tumblr doesn't self-destruct", because I really never understood what to do with Twitter and I was only using it in case people couldn't find me through Tumblr.

And I did tweet stuff over that five year period. Nothing particularly interesting, I think, but I guess I got something out of it. Then Elon Musk bought the thing, and I decided to stick around and watch it decay. I had to turn off DM's because I kept getting messages from spambots, likes became private, except sometimes they weren't? I'm not sure? The Trending tags section seemed to malfunction a lot. Gradually, everything you'd go to the site to do got a little shittier.

Eventually I got fed up with using it on mobile, so I deleted the app from my phone. On Firefox, I can actually block all the shitty ads, and that made the experience much easier to deal with, and also I couldn't use Twitter unless I was at home, which probably helped my mental health a lot.

Then the Brazil fiasco happened, when Elon tried to play hardball with the Brazillian government. I forget all the details, but the short version is that for a while it became illegal for Brazillian citizens to access Twitter, because Elon wouldn't implement the content moderation required by their laws. Using a VPN to get around this would incur a steep fine. So a lot of Brazillians made the jump to Bluesky.

I was on a trip when the Terms of Service thing changed, so when I got home I logged in for the first time in a while and there was this stupid message telling me I couldn't use the site until I agreed to the TOS. And the TOS said that anything I wrote or any images I posted would be used for training AI, and that was the last straw for me. I got a Bluesky account late last year, but I hadn't used it much because there was so little activity. But when the Brazil thing happened, there was a big influx of users, and I'm not sure it ever stopped. So by the end of October I was checking both sites, and a lot of the people I followed were making the jump, and it seemed like I might as well cut the cord on Twitter. The AI thing just gave me a good reason to go through with it.

From what I hear, there's another mass exodus going on now. I know Elon implemented some change to the block feature where the people you block can still read your tweets, and that really pissed people off, and the U.S. Election seems to have been a catalyst. I heard Taylor Swift fans are leaving the site in droves, but that could be for all sorts of reasons, really.

I'm a little curious what the current state of Twitter is right now, but that's exactly why I deleted my account. Even when I could log in, I couldn't really tell what was going on, so this way I save myself the hassle.

If you're still using Twitter, my advice is to just quit cold turkey. Delete your account, or if you're worried about people using your handle after you're gone, I guess you can delete all your tweets and go private. I don't know. Me, I'd rather make a clean break. Bluesky is shaping up nicely, and if you want to find me there, the handle is the same. But there's nothing left for you on Twitter, trust me.

[athomewiththecicadas]

Short story 9/16/24

Well, debting a U.S. Ranger. Okay, it applies an officer training that is different then just Physical Fitness training. Okay.

And the depth of what this great country has to offer is astounding. So, when you get into art School, there is so much to know. Of course when I was growing up Reagan was in Office. And those rainy nights were so plush with the leather of Cadillac seats.

And Public appearance didn't mean what it was today, if you can remember the basic full dress uniform is somewhat clumsy. For anyone who's made an institutional career out of public appearance.

And arts can describe anything. Especially the meaning of the closest relationships in your life. After all, even if you remember the Final Fantasy III game I was talking about, the characters' names change, and they learned different habits, but you as the player know that there was something there that was stronger. And if you pick at it, there's always something that would settle what was in your mind.

And a 1000 years is a long time, but the commitments you made in your childhood, still make you who you really are. And these were adult decisions.

And you try to build equity, and you state that it's the truth, and then a big, gigantic slobbery mouth comes in and must have the whole thing, and talk about all of these details.

And if you know anything about the higher tiers of higher education, you know that there is another meaning to a University or College Degree. And sometimes, that was just exactly what you needed. As if the difference between white people and black people. (I'll rest)

So, I used to take it out on metals. Heating and bending the metals into various shapes, as you ponder through all of these variables in life.

Yes, I'm divorced. Which is the institutional correct.

And it's because, when you get into infidelity, it just doesn't match the feelings and emotions you know you are hiding in your book keeping.

But the institution, just like our higher degrees in education, could just appreciate everything. And so, a divorce is technically a degree in the institution of marriage.

If any of that makes sense.

And it's not like it just ends right there. You find the assets continue, and carry on as if it was just part of your life. And that makes you who you are.

And I guess you wouldn't really get it unless you were an officer to begin with.

Of course, you know a Sandwich is supposed to be nimble, and a bird is supposed to admit the truth, and the way it really is.

But then there's all of this cultural values that you can also appreciate.

And if you enjoy coffee like me, there is just so much to talk about. I wouldn't know if any of this would even be meaningful.

But your personal convictions will tell you if you are making the right decisions. And when your investments mature, what your intuition told you is nothing to snub your nose at.

And for people who actually have the time, art can be quite enjoyable.

And all of these collections you've made in your lifetime, could just continue on endlessly. And these collections can increase the quality of your life in a robust manner.

And who's to say anything different? Especially when you are talking about the rest of your life.

And I've mentioned Pearl in previous posts. But you can also appreciate other gems such as Black Pearl. And the values of appreciation for arts centered around something as institutional as a Black Pearl.

And the value of Black Pearl changes, to where an observer would view the pearl more precious than diamonds. The markets would say otherwise. And there's no real way to put a price on it. And you're right. Values can be different than what society would say was institutionally correct.

But art is definitely one of those things that is difficult to define.

And sometimes it's just hard to pin down exactly what an artist is stating. Especially with all of these forces of nature.

But a Ranger, even though the institution never told him the truth, might be able to form some sort of conclusion. Even on his own.

Sergeant Major Nathan Marksmith, North Wales Militia/ Joint Militia Detachment Brigade (Virginia Militia Association)

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[the-whispers-of-death]

sylvester's parents can only speak russian, ive decided. so. yknow. even if stone wanted to, he couldnt talk to them properly,,, death however...

i wanna imagine them being in an old folks home somewhere in the uk tho. idk why, but theyre here. but im putting them at least like 300km away from the ranch cuz. yuck.

funnily enough, they approve of stone. they just look at him like "👀👀👀🤩😏👍🫵💪🤰👶👨‍👩‍👧🙏⁉️⁉️⁉️" if that makes sense..oh my god wait they dont even know about mārīte. *good.*

It's so funny to me that Stone was like "I'll show them a man." Like baby, did you forget that you're also trans and thus not a man in Sylvester's parents' eyes?

Though I do suppose they wouldn't know he's trans, because he passes very well. So I mean, I guess in their mind, he is in fact a man unless someone tells them he's trans. Thus, they still approve of him.

Death would not go within twenty feet of Sylvester's parents. He already had dealt with a homophobic father (who decided to abandon him in the U.S. because Death is gay), he doesn't need to deal with transphobic people.

Sarabi will translate though, just because he wants to add on his own embellishments when translating what Stone says (please Sylvester, please let Sarabi translate what Stone says to your parents) to them.

[maguro13-2]

Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt.11 ~

"A Year before Death City's destruction..."

[Seperation - Masamichi Amano]

Seto : [v/o] This relationship between a Mecha Pilot and a Wired Girl has secretly kept in order to keep it away from society and people will never find out that a computer genius had a crush on him. So with that, Lain and Duo decided to have one last spare time before they parted ways for Duo to reunite with his friends while his robot Deathscythe is kept safe in the Seabed area.

(we show Duo and Lain in the master bedroom, where he packs up his stuff)

Lain : I am happy that it is much been too long after we finally keep everything a secret. You given me much precious memories for me to have, you'll robot will do just fine and needs time to be at it's peace. You'll be happy that you'll finally meet your friends for your reunion. When our relationship will never be broken, I'll always be there for you. Please be safe from now on.

Duo Maxwell : Yeah, I will. My reunion with the guys is going to good this time of year. With the DWMA's stock prices crashed and plummet to the ground, that school of their's will be going out of business pretty soon. I'll be back soon when I finally have chance to have the reunion of my friends. (Lain hugs from behind him)

Lain Iwakura : Have safe travels, My dear. Keep our promise as a secret forever and never be broken.

[later cuts to Duo exiting the facility]

*SEAGULLS SQUAWKING*

Duo Maxwell : Heh. There's my ride.

*PROPELLERS SPINNING

Chopper Mike : Hey there, Duo! Care for a ride to Tokyo for the reunion of your comrades? It'll be an hour to get to the bay.

Duo Maxwell : Yo, what up, Mike! Happy New Year!

Chopper Mike : Happy New Year's to you! You're all set and ready for Tokyo? You got your things ready?

Duo Maxwell : Yep! I'm prepared and headed for Tokyo. My friends will be there very soon!

Chopper Mike : Okay then! I pull out the ladder for ya! (Pulls out ladder

Duo Maxwell : Say, you're with the JSDF, are you?

Chopper Mike : Probably.

Duo Maxwell : But you're with the U.S Government and I believe you're one of them Capcom Representatives, I see. (Climbs up ladder to get into the chopper)

Chopper Mike : Welcome aboard, Duo. Ready for our travels?

Duo Maxwell : Sure thing, man!

Chopper Mike : Next stop : Tokyo.

[Lain is shown from the Hideout entrance]

(chopper flies away)

Lain Iwakura : ...Duo.

"An hours later..."

*PROPELLER SPINNING*

Duo Maxwell : (yawns) Aw man. Finally made it back to Tokyo. This might be my chance of getting the guys ready for the reunion they deserve. Unless that incident of the Ink Demon Attack in the city happened around 8 years ago. My comrades sure know about it. The people haven't gotten this changed since they installed the Gundam data archives.

Chopper Mike : Yep. With Death Weapon Meister Academy going on a suspension of business decree, the school itself was finished and humanity's only protection is only our selves and the detectives. I'm sure that the world will be safe without the DWMA and to get all the good details to leave it to the superheroes.

Duo Maxwell : That's good to hear, Mike. Sounds like their hunger for heroism and power is no match for greats of all superheroes. Guess the DWMA will see their selves in hell. They'll just have to wait, to see if they're always a goner. Ready or not.

Chopper Mike : We are now reaching the Tokyo Area. The Arrival at the bay is almost there.

Duo Maxwell : Thank god.

[BEEPING]

Chopper Mike : Hold on! There's something in our way to the Heliport and it's kinda reminds that Tokyo is having some serious severe weather damage.

[THUNDER BOOMING]

Duo Maxwell : Strange. That was a thundering sound that the weather man didn't say anything about the weather.

Chopper Mike : You think so, man?

Mike's Co-Pilot : But it appears that Tokyo isn't the only one to have Earthquakes and Tsunamis, that's how Japan and this planet suffered from normal catastrophes plagued by the weather gods their selves and I think a creature is attacking the city.

[S.E.E.D - Kenichi Tokoi]

Duo Maxwell : What!?

Chopper Mike : Wh-What is this thing!? Why is it using thunder to attack the city!?

Duo Maxwell : Let me see...[looks through binoculars to see a heartless (Darkside) that is using Thundaga to attack Tokyo] Is that...a Heartless?

Chopper Mike : That's Darkside. One of the pure heartlesses from the Realm of Darkness. What was Square Enix thinking of having their bosses go wild and started attacking the city!? JRPG idiots are going bonkers for their stuff running amok!

Duo Maxwell : I guess this was the company's fault that it's going on a rampage!

Darkside (?) : Marie! Where are you!? Come out, come out, wherever you are, Marie!

Duo Maxwell : Marie? Is this thing talking about Marie? It's only talking about a blonde hair woman with an eyepatch. I know who that Heartless Darkside is, it's that communist Franken Stein.

Chopper Mike : Franken Stein? This Heartless that was attacking Tokyo is that communist Franken Stein?! But he was killed by that American Sammy Lawrence and he died in Tokyo right before the DWMA has completely bankrupted! I might get a call from this.

Duo Maxwell : Don't worry, I know someone that can might help!

*Phone Ringing*

Lain Iwakura : Hello?

Duo Maxwell (via) : Lain, it's me, Maxwell! There's something happening and there's a big problem at Tokyo! It's Darkside the Heartless from the KH Universe, and it's running amok.

Lain Iwakura : Tokyo's in danger? But that's where I originally came from! How is it in danger!? What's something responsible for attacking the city!?

Duo Maxwell : I believe it is a giant heartless that is controlled by the actual communist Dr.Stein, who was literally assassinated by that American being called Sammy Lawrence who happens to hate communism! Yeah, it's the truth. Get Deathscythe really right away! And there's a lot of them!

Lain Iwakura : Okay! I will get him to be prepared!

Duo Maxwell (via phone) : Good! Just wake him up and head over to...DAAAAAAH! *DBZ SFX : Explosion)

Lain Iwakura : Duo?! Are you there?! Duo! I gotta wake the machine up, I don't want to let him die like this! If could I just awaken the machine with my cry for help, I need to know that I will let my heart out. That'll be a miracle, I hope this better works. Hey, Deathscythe, answer my voice, Deathscythe, I need your help and awaken yourself!

*heartbeat echoing*

Lain Iwakura : ...Okay. Here goes nothing. Oh, Great Deathscythe, protector of humanity and Guardian of peace. I wished that my love would unite himself with you. please hear voice my voice. Speak to my heart. My dear love is in need of assistance and I could help you out! Please hear my cry and help us all! DEATHSCYTHE, I BEG OF YOU TO AWAKEN YOURSELF!

(Deathscythe awakens)

[Makenai Ai ga Kitto plays]

Deathscythe : ...UNITE DUO MAXWELL. TOKYO IS IN GRAVE DANGER. MUST SAVE LIVES FROM EVIL ITSELF. (The robot begins to activate)

Lain Iwakura : That voice! Did his machine spoke? My answers finally worked this time! (Giggles in excitement) I can't believe that his machine spoken his words for the first time! This is really a dream come true! I can't wait to tell Duo about this!

Deathscythe : HEARTLESS NOT FRIENDLY! HEARTLESS MUST BE EXTERMINATED! FEAR NOT AS I SHALL SAVE ALL OF MANKIND!

*DBZ SFX : SHIP LIFITING OFF*

Lain Iwakura : Wish me back! Hope you come home real soon!

(cuts to Deathscythe flying over the ocean)

Deathscythe : DUO MAXWELL. FRIENDS WILL BE ON THEIR FOR THE PLEA OF OUR HELP! SIGNS OF LIFE DETECTED! ENEMY INVASION HAS STARTED TO BRING ON THIS PLANET. COMMENCING NEW TARGET ACQUISITION.

"Remember, Maxwell. I, Deathscythe, has been in the palm of your hands that my name suits me well for a Gundam to make myself as the Powerful robot that I was ever created by Professor G. To think that the Man-Made son of Shinra was foolish enough to call me a weapon, but I am no tool the devil's will, I am a fighting machine created to protect the innocence and become the champion of peace!"

"Now I finally understand what it means to be Deathscythe, the greatest machine ever to live in peace and to bring harmony to the machines. This is my momment to give evil the sweet taste of justice that will ever last for them!"

*DBZ SFX : BOOSTING*

Slippy (via Communication) : Fox! I've detected an unknown giant robot on the radar. It's a machine that came from that facility called the Iwakura-Maxwell Hideout Residence. Otherwise known as the site for the Deathscythe Launch Base.

Falco (via Communication) : Lain Iwakura, that famous computerized genius from the 1990s? The media thought that she died of committing suicide. Turns out that it was just a simulation from that video game made for her. She must've programed an AI version of herself, what else that she has done for herself?

Fox (via Communication) : So it's best that she was still alive after that tremendous incident in Japan, well I checked the net twice and discovered that the footage of Lain commiting suicide was just a fake only to fool the Real World for stupidity.

Krystal : Now it's commonly to surprise that Lain is still alive and lives somewhere off the coast. But that programming of her's might make people giving fear and contempt.

Falco : Maybe this Maxwell fella sure know how to make a robot that powerful. The DWMA is trashed and Smash is gonna give them a thrash! Now let's take this Square Enix bonehead to the Trash!

[Arwing blasts off]

??? : Oh my. This looks promising. I can't wait to tell this that the city of Tokyo's under attack by Square Enix's foolishness. Don't worry, but I know how to cleanup their mess. Leave it to me, Bayonetta!

"NEWCOMER : BAYONETTA JOINS THE FIGHT!"

Bayonetta : This should be a piece of cake! A remarkable display for a couple of bad boys carries out for destruction. I should lend them a hand to give them a warm welcome to a witch that they never forget. (jumps off)

~ Nintieth Scene : True God of Death ~

[endreal]

Opinion of some of the more unusual bbq styles out there? Like Alabama mayo based bbq sauce, or Memphis style dry rubs? Also what's your favorite bbq meat/other stuff to bbq?

I personally don't care for mayo a whole lot so Alabama style has never caught my interest but I'm sure it tastes fine if you're into it! More importantly though, why are you trying to bait me into saying something that will get me shot in Texas anon?

~Send me anons and asks for (belated) TMI Tuesday fun and prophet!~

[reminiscingtonight]

Heyo, just a quick lesson for all you fuckers out there who still can't get it through your thick skulls that trashing people online is a). a shitty thing to do, and b). really quite embarrassing for you (because please, tell us you have no life without explicitly saying it). I thought I'd just throw this out here to give y'all a little incentive to quit being little dipshits.

Quick review before we start today’s lesson, according to Black's Law Dictionary (aka the most used law dictionary in the US), harassment means "repetitive annoying, irritating conduct towards another that is designed to torment the victim... Harassment may be oral, written, graphic. The goal is to be create unrest in the target of such conduct." Now that we've gotten that down, the next step is to see if what you're doing qualifies as harassment. 

Telling someone the world would be better off without them → creates unrest to your target, check ✔️

Repeatedly sending hate to the same blog (or multiple blogs bc you're salty that someone has more friends than you) → repetitive conduct with the intent to torment your victim, double check ✔️✔️

Well, harassing anons, it looks like you fit the definition of harassment to a T.

Now, what to do with that information? Well, fun fact, there are a couple laws out there that *gasp* makes your tomfoolery quite illegal.

Before you rip a hole into me and give me the classic "not everyone lives in the US," I'm going to throw a curveball and say over 150 countries have passed forms of anti-harassment laws, so don't be an ass and just look up your own laws.

Also, another side note, I'm going to be talking about US federal statutes, but be sure to check your state's laws, because your state can have some harsher punishments set up against harassment than stated in the federal law.

Alrighty, to start off, we have 47 U.S. Code § 223, aka the Telephone Harassment Act. My favorite part of the act is where it says it's a crime to utilize "a telecommunications device, whether or not conversation or communication ensues, without disclosing his identity and with intent to abuse, threaten, or harass any specific person." Granted we're in 2022 and they could be a bit more inclusive with gender equality and all that, but this act boiled down basically says it's illegal to harass people, online or in person.

And then there's also 18 U.S. Code § 2261A, the federal anti-stalking law. I can already tell what's going on in that small head of yours, so don't worry, I'll act it out for you guys so you understand what I mean.

Limp dick coward anons who send hate: "Oh, but me telling someone to off themselves doesn't mean I'm stalking them! I'm just being an asshole. Being an asshole makes me a really pathetic human being but it doesn't make me a stalker."

OP who's fed up with all the hate being spread around: "Well I got news for you, buddy. You can still sue someone under anti-stalking laws if you're being harassed. Just think about it. If you continually harass me, the logical thought would be that you're going out of your way to be a creep on my page (*cough cough* stalker *cough*) just to be able to get your unwanted messages my way."

So in conclusion, harassment is a shit thing to do. It’s also a thing that can land you in lots of hot water, so just don’t do it (unless you think getting fined and being imprisoned anywhere from a year to life sounds fun).

Cool, cool. Now that we've delved a little into the law world, do what you want with this information. You can listen to me and get the fuck out of people's inboxes and maybe try to find something productive to do with your lives OR you can keep on being slimy sleazeballs. After all, who am I, a stranger on the internet, to tell you what to do with your life? (See what I did here? I'm being a sane individual who could care less what you do with your own life bc it's your life, not mine)

All I can say is, if you want to waste my time with your continuous pointless bullshit, I guess I'll waste your time and see you in court.