#why cant they just FUCK OFF BACK TO RUSSIA

[kyitsya]

saw the video of the ukrainian soldier who asked the bus headed to the battlefront to stop for a moment so that he could hug his family one more time and now i wanna sob.

don’t forget about ukraine. do not forget what ukrainians are going through to keep their families safe.

[vivisectedvitality]

"i don't believe in god, so you're the only one to whom i can pray"

cw: prior mcd, brief suicidal ideation

ghost sits in the front pew of a tiny catholic church in russia. his skin prickles underneath his gear, rifle sat next to him on the bench. he shouldnt be here. he shouldnt be sticking his neck out like this when theyre so close to catching makarov. practically at his front door price had said. or was it gaz. he cant remember very many small details right now.

the church has all the same fittings as the one they held johnny's service at. it's much less ornate though. he thinks johnny might have liked this one better. less frills, much simpler than the drawn out affair they'd had in glasgow. ghost sticks his hand in one of the pockets of his tac vest and figets with the warped bullet fragments in it.

his eyes are drawn to a statue to the side of the altar. its of a woman, eyes looking skyward. she's got swords encircling her, something like a halo over her head. he can't remember her name. something about wounds and sorrow. ghost scoffs, fist tightening in his pocket. the shards of metal dig into his palm.

there's a shift in the constant cloud cover outside, and a solitary beam of sunlight shines through a small window behind the altar. it filters perfectly through the stained glass, casting the pew ghost is on in muted reds and blues. he releases his grip on the metal pieces in his pocket and removes his hand from it, slumping in his seat. blessed sunshine. there's something he could worship. after all these weeks, either holed up inside or underground or living under steel grey skies he felt like some kind of prayer of his had been answered.

it gives him an idea. a bad one, but those seem to be the only kind he can come across these days.

ghost pulls off his gloves, one finger at a time, and sets them on the pew. he flexes his fingers and puts them together like he'd seen people do when they were in church, like he'd seen johnny's mother do after he'd told her that her boy would be coming home in a body bag. he shuffles forward and down until creaky knees make contact with creaky wood, and he waits for the words to come.

but they don't. he sits there for long minutes and nothing comes out. the small beam of sunlight dissappears back into the constant grey, leaving him in the half light of the abandoned church again. he drops down to sit on his calves. the backs of his shoes are digging into his ass and the edge of the pew is jabbing into his vest. he should get up. but he doesn't. he can't. if this is it, the end of makarov, what may be the end of ghost himself, he's going to get through to johnny one way or another, even if he has to sit here on his knees for hours to believe in his god.

another idea occurs to him. it's worse than the first. but he's sick of failing, so he tries anyway.

ghost reaches up and pulls his mask off, tossing it into the seat behind him. he regains his earlier posture, kneeling with his legs straight, hands clasped together, looking up through the window like the statue was.

simon opens his mouth. closes it again. shuts his eyes.

"johnny."

his voice is rough with disuse, breaking on the word. he clears his throat, purses his lips. starts again.

"johnny. dunno if you can hear me. all i know you're just dust in the wind now."

he flexes his interlocked fingers, trying to soothe their urge to pull his mask back on.

"i can't pray for you, can't bring myself to. seems selfish, sure but its facts. cause if theres someone up there watchin' then why the fuck wasn't it me instead'a you. man like me ought to croak before a man like you. bloody fuckin' waste otherwise."

simon knocks his forehead to his knuckles and sighs.

"but now i guess. guess i'll trust you to do that. watch my six. always did johnny, always."

he squeezes his hands together.

"we're going after him, soap, no fuckin about this time. we'll get him. i'll get him for you."

his trigger finger twitches.

"help me get him for you. don't let me fall until he does. don't let me breathe my last until his goddamn skull's caved in. please."

part of the weight he's been carrying since that cold day in november slides off him.

"all the shit i do now is for you johnny. woulda left if price hadn't kept chasing the bastard. woulda gone to meet you off the side of that cliff. everything i do is for you now."

he thinks about the mountains of bodies they've gone through to get this close, the rivers of blood that have stained his shoes so badly he's replaced them twice in four months. he thinks about torture sessions that lasted days, men screaming for their mothers in the pitch blackness of underground cells.

he thinks of fights with price he had to be physically dragged away from, about gaz clocking him across the face after simon had said they didn't care their sergent was gone.

"we'll finish the job. whatever state we're in."

" 'n when i blow his brains out i'll think of you."

he blinks his eyes open to find the whole church bathed in sunlight.

[pixeljade]

I do keep seeing posts that say "whys Joe even funding Israel except that he loves Genocide" or "Why is there discussion of leaving NATO in the senate survey" and like. Here. Let me explain this to you. (DISCLAIMER: I hate Joe Biden I'm just doing this because understanding your opponents motivations makes it so you can more effectively fight them)

When you're President, issues are not just single simple issues. Theres a shitton of moving parts, and he cant be obvious about his awareness of all these parts for transparency's sake because that also gives his enemies (which would include those of us who want Both Parties Gone) an upper hand. Joe Biden views Israel as a necessary US base of operation in the middle east to defend the USA in case of an attack by China and (more pressing lately) Russia.

See, with Russia attacking Ukraine, Ukraine is thinking of joining NATO as a means of better defending itself. They've been talking about it for ages but really started getting the ball rolling when Putin attacked. NATO is a treaty organization which, if Ukraine does join, all the other members of NATO would be forced to come to its aid (i.e., literally all of them would be considered At War With Russia). On top of this, Russia has strong allies with a lot of anti-USA powers, including China. I wouldnt even be surprised if North Korea shows up. If this is starting to ring bells relating to the world wars in history class, good, because thats exactly what this scenario would entail. Another, open world war. Yes people scream 'world war 3' over the tiniest provocation but its just as foolish to claim its impossible. Add in that Putin has said he will gladly use nukes if he has to, and...well. you can put two and two together. It wont be a pretty picture.

Anyways, the middle east is, and has been, a central point in our proxy wars against Russia for ages. This is both because of the resources (oil) there, as well as its potential as a strong base of defense for the west against the east. Israel in particular is USA's biggest military defense resource, as they have a shit-ton of anti-ICBM (intercontinental ballistic missile) capabilities. Simply put, they serve as a bulwark against the forces of the east. They're also one of the biggest deterrants against all-out world war; because if anyone DOES try to send a nuke out west, we'll just blow it up before it hits us and then have Israel nuke them back, with far less time to defend.

So lets put ourselves in Joe's shoes knowing all of this. It starts to feel a bit like he HAS to keep giving Israel what they want in order to prevent world war 3 and/or nuclear holocaust, huh? This should also clarify why he said "If there were not an Israel in the middle east we would have to make one", and why he reportedly is very upset with all the Palestinean death yet still gives Israel weapons. Its a shitty appeasement tactic with an eye on global politics. (Side note: astute readers may also note that the actions regarding China are part of this, including the tik tok ban. They are correct.)

But does this make his actions correct? Fuck no. As many have noted Israel wouldnt even be able to continue existing without assistance from America, and Israel would likely be the first place to be destroyed by Russia if they seek to win, if it were weakened sufficiently. Meaning Joe could EASILY turn the tables on Israel and threaten to (or actually) cut them off and say "Fine, if you want to go that way then enjoy the hellfire that comes for us all, chuck." He could also decide to start rebuilding relations with China despite our differences, and therefore deprive Russia of allies in the world war 3 scenario. He could also build up these same defense systems in another middle eastern allied country (which I'd be against because colonialism is part of the problem). And that's simply taking it from the perspective of Joe, I, personally, do not think that America should remain in its current form. It has far more blood on its hands than just the Palestinean blood, and its destruction (preferably without nukes) could allow better things to take root.

Anyways, like I said, this is so that we might better defeat our enemies, so if you're wondering what the implications here are, I'd say start getting involved in politics at a local level. Not just protests, go to city council meetings! Its mostly boring stuff but once you get a hold on what it all means (and you will!) You'll start to see ways to shift the American culture away from this war-dependent fascistic society which has been surging so terrifyingly. You will start to see the glimmers of hope which shine through the sludge that it is American Politics.

Anyways if someone says this is a pro-Biden post im going to stab you with a million knives.

[scoonsalicious]

WE R SO CLOSE TO THE END!! POOKIE IM SO PROUD OF YOU!! DELIVERED AND FED US AS ALWAYS.🩷🩷

I. CANT. WAIT. FOR. THE. LIL. ANGST. REVELATION. TOTAL. BITCH. POCKET. AND. BUCKAROO. ON. HIS. KNEES.

Seriously Pocket and Bucky is SO CUTEEE!!🤍🤍🤍 BOTH OF THEM R SMITTEN FOR EACH OTHER😭

*giggling, kicking my feet, crying because in real life i am lonely*

GIVE US MORE FLUFFY SEXY POCKET X BUCKY TIME!!🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

Now let us discuss about cunthage. Pookie already hinted that she’s going after out beloved nerd and as i said before WE SHALL MANIFEST FOR TOTAL BITCH POCKET.

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Jeremiah saying she’s gunna die bcs if she didn’t take Winter Soldier back to HYDRA, they’ll unalive her. Also I think what Pocket said is true about cuntsy ‘like/attracted’ to Buckdoodle (I mean… who wouldn’t?😂) Somehow along the way, she connected with him, caught feelings and shit and ‘fantasising’ a relationship with him cus she’s that much of a cunt. The reason why she didn’t take him to HYDRA (*cough* during the Russia mission — man even I hate remembering/simply writing the Russia mission) is bcs he’s Bucky Barnes at the time and NOT the Soldat. And oh, also she’s enjoying the *cough* fuck ‘activity’. Fucking John IS OBSESSED.

Anywho……

IM JUST GOING TO STOP CRITICAL THINKING ABT WHAT HAPPENED IN RUSSIA AND WAIT FOR MOTHER POOKIE TO DELIVER THE FOOD AND I SHALL EAT IT WITH SUCH FEROCITY.

I want to know why it happened. Why Bucky made that choice (bcs i feel like the reason are still a bit unclear — like why do it again🤨 what is the purpose). I want a full depth of it. If I were Pocket, I *want* to see what happened (even if it killed me — better bleach my eyes). Oh and ofc, im not just gunna roast Jeremy… im roasting Buckwheat too before i forgive him.

*real footage of Pocket transitioningto a total bitch Pocket after the revelation*

Btw i read someone said Steve’s role? He has a role?!Let’s kill him. HE NEEDS TO BEGONE. GET OUT OF OUR LIFE. Steve and Jeremiah would be a great couple. (sarcasm intended). WHY STEVE? WHY CANT U JUST DUCK OFF. DONT TELL ME STEVE IS THE ONE WHO MADE THAT ‘NEWS’ (him and pocket false relation). OR THE ONE WHO LET CUNTHAGE TO GO TO THE RUSSIA MISSION. DONT FUCK W ME STEVE IM WARNING YOU. BACK THE FUCK OFF.

Also, I JUST remembered that Nat said Steve didn’t want Bucky to replace Dark Chocolate. I tell ya, HE’S FISHY. HE MUST HAVE A HIDDEN PLAN. HE DIDNT WANT BUCKY TO MEET POCKET, NOT BCS HE CARES FOR POCKET (okay, maybe he cares a little — bcs duh he *cough* loves likes her) but still he has his own agenda). HES PLANNING TO ‘CHARM’ POCKET. NAH. BACK OFF!!

Oh and rewinding back to chapter 26, that’s love right there. Pocket reassuring Bucky even when she didn’t trust him anymore, and Bucky ‘rejecting’ — pulling himself away — bcs it’ll kill him if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. BTW THE KISS?!😫😫😫 *squealing like a child*. The way Bucky became owigoowie (man idk if this is even a word) when he said ‘present tense’. (🥹 — this is literally his facial expression at the time)

Alrighty, as usual, mother pookie, i love you and i wanna kiss you just like how Bucky kiss the life out of Pocket🩷🩷🩷 I didn’t say this much but thank u for everything. Thank you for writing. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for replying. I know I type a lot bcs I want to really express how im feeling, but it sometime is restricted/limited bcs im not a native english speaker😂 so my thoughts aren’t conveyed fully/correctly. (Also bcs i am just that dramatic and a yapper)

Please, take a great rest while you can. Hope you always in the pink. Again, I cant wait for the lil angsty, bitchy Pocket and revelation in chp 27. I am eagerly waiting for the showdown (*cough*, please, let there be a scene of Bucky punching Jonah and Stevuck). Thy meowsies love thou, mother pookie🫵🏻

PS// I KNOW I SAID I RUN OUT OF CAT SMOOCH GIFS BUT I CANT HELP MYSELF AND SEARCH FOR IT. THIS IS FROM GOOGLE😭

Since you gave me a photo of Elliot and Theo, I presented to you my unhinged (literally) cats, fat one is Hyde (Haida) and smaller one is Muezza (Moja).

OH! Out of topic…

RAGHHHH MALAYSIA MENTIONEDDDDD!!!🫵🏻🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾KKAW KKAW

>>>and if there is a typo im sorry😂

Pookie, if you thought I fed you yesterday, I will GOURGE YOU TODAY! Eight mother fucking parts! Fuck. All the revelations in this chapter (well, most of them, anyway, lol).

Bucky and Pocket are just unable to not be together. It goes against their very DNA.

I have eleven fluff/smut post-series oneshots planned for the two of them, so we shall have happy times once the story is done. I can't quit them. They are my OTP (sorry, Buffy & Spike :( ).

Total Bitch Pocket has been unleased for Chapter 27! The snark is strong, and she is not afraid to unleash it, even if it has some negative consequences for her. She is using her greatest weapon at her disposal-- her dirty mouth, lol.

Jacoby is TOTALLY OBSESSED with Bucky-- it doesn't even matter what Hydra wants with him now. She wants him, and that's her prime objective. You will now be able to see what happened in Russia (Pocket, too!) and what happened to get him into that position. Ugh, I want to write so much more to you, but I am so dehydrated from this fucking migraine that my entire body hurts, so I can't type a lot without pain. Just know I love you, I love reading your comments. Your kittens are adorable and I want to give the squeezies.

xoxo You're the best!

[artcalledky]

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Dumbfounded in dehydration! **Speak more j d Vance.***

It’s a Sunday in Julian date

Prunts

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It’s today!!!!!!!!!!

[azlovesem]

I think ypu font get it. Theres no getting off at this point. We re going to the end. No ones getting off. There is no other line. This train goes straight through hell mother fuckers. Enjoy the view. Ha ha ahhhhh ua ha ha ha shhh. Whod you expect death to be. Thrir modtskes gotbthem killed. Snerican baby deals rusdian troops everyone. Yiu font get it at all. Back the fuck up put down your wespons. Or youre sll doomed. These wars cant go on. Getting hit eith an asteroid is wsy way worse. My erayh knows no bounds like your human wrath seems to have. If ur gonna trest people thecway uou fuvkn fo why not just kill them sll. Stop the charade? Uoull be dtopped. All of ypu. You never ever succeed the way you go. Success if some dope addict wants to get high snd foes thats success. Msybe less desttuctive thsn your do called earthly success. Thats killing everyone. I choose WAR!!!! To end thos notemare eotld once snd gor all if it cant dhspe up. ATTACK hut yhem with everything!!! Theyre breaking. They give no quarter. No pridoners. Nato us we know. Russia under no circumstsnces must brlloelwed past that city!!!! This will become put war. Remember you eont help me fihht thrm wsy back i saod that before this war stsrted. Fuck hollywood fuckngoogle fuck bill gates elon musk anyone rlse. Ots pur destiny yo get involved firectly you understand that? It cant be avoided or its the asteroid snyway. Lets go. Lets hope nikes arrnt used and just boot thrm from Ukraine. We ll pull back off their soil. Just free crimea snd restore ukrsine. The gesture might end the war. But likely not. With ys there. Itll be over fast.

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For @sdavirose

[hella1975]

Dude seeing as tho you’re an econ student, can you explain why inflation happens?? Like why can’t prices just stay the same?? I genuinely don’t get it. Like wdym we’re gonna have 22% inflation next year?? Like thats insane. Like why are they upping the energy bills?? Why can’t they just stay the same, every other country has a cap on it, why are we raising ours. Im literally so confused rn

no this is so valid of you and i promise you EVERYONE is confused like the annoying thing about economics/politics is that it's the BACKBONE of a society yet normal people dont really know much about it unless they actively try and find out, which is how we create blunders like brexit bc people are just uninformed.

so inflation is a general rise in prices. that's all it is. it's can be a good thing, and it's an example of when the market fixes itself because like anything in economics, it's part of a trade-off. IF INFLATION DIDN'T HAPPEN THE MARKET WOULD FAIL!!! IT DOES NEED TO HAPPEN IT'S JUST WHEN IT HAPPENS TO THE EXTENT IT IS HAPPENING THAT IT GETS VERY BAD!!!! IF IT DIDNT HAPPEN AT ALL WHILE ALL THESE EXTERNAL FACTORS CONTINUED THEN THE ECONOMY WOULD LITERALLY CRASH!!! MONEY WOULD LOSE ALL VALUE!!! AND NOT IN A GOOFY 'HAHA YESSS NO MORE MONEY!' WAY I MEAN IN A INSTANTLY CRIPPLING THE WORKING CLASS AND ALL THOSE THAT CANT STAY AFLOAT WAY!!! THIS IS IMOPORTANT!!!! it all comes back to the very basic model of supply and demand and creating new equilibriums, which to my absolute dismay im gonna have to whip out a diagram for, so here she is Thee Supply And Demand Diagram:

so we can see here that shifts in supply or demand create new equilibriums, aka the point where both lines meet. when supply moves right (increases) and/or demand moves left (decreases) (e.g s1 -> s2 and d1 -> d2), we see prices fall, just like the opposite would see prices rise (aka inflation!). to apply that to what's happening at the moment, general supply chains are just really fucked. russia has cut gas to europe, hence a plumet in supply there and the energy crisis we're now in. ukraine (the 'breadbasket of europe') isn't producing/exporting as much as normal, hence another plumet in supply etc etc. basically every supply chain at the minute is having issues and that immediately causes prices to jump. why is the uk in particular such a shitshow at the moment when these external factors are affecting multiple countries? because this is happening in a post-brexit post-covid-handled-by-the-tory-party post-prime-minister-popularity-contest-during-a-national-crisis economy. it's not looking good bruv. low and behold, we are in a cost of living crisis.

if prices didn't rise to meet these external factors, aka if we stick with the energy example, then we see a plummet in supply with prices staying the same. spending isn't being dissuaded and NO ONE is being pushed out of the market. the reason prices rise is to slow down consumption of the supply and make it last longer, so keeping prices the same, while better for everyone in the short run, would completely fuck us over in the long run bc we'd just run out COMPLETELY and it would be a GLOBAL PROBLEM.

the worst thing about inflation is that it hits poorer people the hardest. you know i said earlier that higher prices push people out of the market to slow the rate of consumption? yeah that's poor people getting pushed out of the market. the people who cant afford energy stop getting it first while richer people can usually ride out crises and recessions. a good thing about the inflation we're facing at the moment is that it's coming from external factors; there hasn't been an actual crash in a part of the economy. take the 2008 recession for example. that was caused bc of the crash of the housing market in america, and as a result it took YEARS for the world to get back on its feet. economic turmoil at the minute though should recover quite swiftly as long as our government gets their shit together (which hopefully if liz truss makes enough of a tit out of herself we'll get a labour government in the next election). in fact inflation is supposed to go back to around 2% (the target rate) in approx two years and is supposed to start falling by next year. still, that's a long time for a normal person on a normal salary to get by with such high costs, and it's not gonna be fun.

as for a price cap, the uk does have one! im pretty sure it doesn't apply to businesses though and only applies to households, which is why particularly there's been a lot of news about pubs closing lately. but like you said, the cap keeps getting higher and higher lately and it's literally because the economy will not survive if we keep selling energy at the current rate; it has to be more expensive bc of everything i just explained. the issue here is that there are things the government can do to ease the financial burden faced by the people and to speed up the economic healing process, but they're not doing that and THAT is where the problem lies.

[shelsgovroomvroom]

Cant believe I’m making this post but here we go... I’m gonna give you a very basic breakdown of how contracts work and therefore, why pressing Haas into drop Uralkali and treating this like a moral issue does absolutely nothing:

While I haven’t actually read the contract, I’m basing this off of what we know about Haas and Uralkali (that Uralkali sponsors Haas) and what I know about most contracts and contract law.

So to start off, Uralkali obviously have a contract with Haas. The basics of this contract would be that Uralkali give Haas an agreed upon amount of money and Haas allows Mazepin to drive and puts Uralkali logos on everything. Right? We all get that.

Now this is where it gets complicated.

It’s almost guaranteed that most of the Uralkali’s funding was given to Haas BEFORE the season started ie. for development of the car. This means that Uralkali have likely already fulfilled most of their side of the contract. Haas, on the other hand, have only just started to fulfil their side.

From a legal sense, this means that Haas has an OBLIGATION to fulfil the contract. Should they not do this (ie. not show Uralkali’s logos), then Uralkali has every right to demand their money back. Needless to say, this is damn near impossible because a) Haas is already struggling for money and b) has already spent most of the money Uralkali has given them.

Now, we already know that Uralkali is trying to lay low throughout everything happening - they agreed to let the Haas run without their logos. And yes, they did agree to that. There is no way that Haas could have done that without reaching an agreement with Uralkali, otherwise they would be breaching the terms of their contract.

It’s therefore very likely that Haas will still have them as sponsors, but they will be very quiet about it. Because they literally can’t afford to do anything else.

What I’m really trying to get at here is that a) Haas is very much stuck and b) them being stuck has absolutely nothing to do with their morals and their opinions on the situation in Russia and Ukraine.

I’ve seen so many posts essentially saying that Haas not immediately breaching their contract with Uralkali means that they’re a terrible team and that Uralkali needs to be immediately dropped as sponsors and that’s simply not how these things work.

Yes, Uralkali has ties to Putin and that obviously looks bad for Haas. But what’s the alternative? Haas breaks the contact? They get taken to court? They have to drop out of F1? They can’t pay their employees?

This is not a moral issue. It’s fucking terrible but that means absolutely nothing in terms of what Haas has an obligation to do and how much power Haas has in this.

[ninthhousesteel]

literally questioning the duffer’s writing ability so much more than i already did.

they’ve got great plots, but handle characters horribly.

vol 2 was the most grossly out of character things i have ever seen in my life. i just cant. vol 1 was amazing with the plot, especially in hawkins. it moved well it made sense, even the russia arc, which is admittedly my least favorite plot line of the season. s1, s2, s3 might have struggled, but all of them had great coherent plots that all wrapped up together in a very satisfying way.

if vol 2 are the only episodes 100% written by the duffers, then they should leave the scripts to other people, hell even the actors, and stick with creating the overall plot and side plots. because those were some of the most inorganic, uncomfortable to watch, and wholly unrealistic scenes i have ever watched. the writing was so patchy and uneven, it made no sense, and completely ruined so many character arcs

look, they killed eddie, they wiped out max, and made vickie a robin doppelgänger. plot wise, it makes sense. with the stakes that high, someone did have to die, and robin should get a love interest by now. shes not just a token lesbian coined just for the rep.

but the lack of mourning was so ridiculous, if you kill someone off you show how it impacted everyone. and the duffers even said that if they killed someone off the main cast they would have needed more time for the characters to mourn, so apparently they either dont take their own advice, or dont consider eddie as a part of the main group.

vickie is a casualty of the shitty writing, of the shitty development. (more like the lack of)

el and mike’s relationship made no sense. like none at all. will’s speech in the van was so wrong, because he is the heart. everyone loves him, mike even took his words and his encouragement to save el. and mikes speech was so fucked up, in a whole bunch of other ways. narratively, i appreciate the rousing monologue that helps save the day, but that was so shitty to watch. it regressed mike and el back to codependency and using will as a tool for them was a pathetic move.

and now, in your own words, s5 is getting marvel-ified. the immediate rush of action?? the mid season time skip?? they better have something good waiting for us so they dont fuck up because that season set up is insanely risky. but honestly-

it doesn’t matter what the plot even is, if the characters suck then everything else will. characters draw people into the world. establishing good dynamics, relationships, and depth in a character is what matters the most.

why else would people love steve if it wasnt for his growth??? or max for her depth??? ronance for their dynamic???

no one would be watching Stranger Things if we didnt care about the characters.

the duffer brothers are very close to capsizing all of it if they don’t get it right.

i genuinely couldn't have said it better myself

personally i love stranger things because of the characters. yes i love the central plot of the show but only because of how it impacts the characters and their relationships. stranger things has has some of the best potential for characters that i've ever seen and seeing that be neglected in vol2 is really disappointing. (i honestly think vol1 did excellent in keeping the characterizations even though it could've had just a bit less russia plot)

in the end, however, it is just a piece of media handed to writers who have dug themselves a hole. very nervous to see the results of s5 as a long-time fan

[444popchyk]

Boris fanfic pt1

y/n and boris have been friends since forever. his dad and her mom were.. “business partners” and they traveled together everywhere. she lived with him in australia, russia, poland, scotland, canada, sweden, ukraine, and still up to now in america.

despite the two being complete opposites, they were inseparable. there was never a time u didn’t see them together, they were attached at the hip. but they were so different, so so different, like yin and yang.

y/n was very career oriented, she NEVER wanted to end up like her mother. she always got top marks in her classes, like an over achiever. she never had time for guys, and they seemed to not want to talk to her anyways.

boris, however, he was the opposite. he never cared about his grades. he was rarely in class, most days he spent in the bathroom smoking or fucking whatever girl he had wrapped around his finger that day. he fucked lots of girls.

he did have one girlfriend, they were on and off. her name was kaylie, he called her kotku. they’re relationship is the definition of toxic. she cheats on him, she hits him, she talks shit abt him to everyone. then in return he calls her names, and beats her, and talks shit about her. they always end up breaking up but then they find their way back to eachother and then they’re all lovey dovey until the cycle starts again.

he did love her though. y/n couldn’t see why, she hated kotku. for some reason she always had some type of jealousy for kotku. she never knew why, but seeing kotku come up to boris when y/n was talking to him, and seeing her on him and kissing him made y/n go mad inside. she hated it and she could never understand why boris wanted kotku and what kotku had to make boris want her, especially with all the shit he would say after they broke up.

but boris and kotku isn’t important now, what’s important is that it’s boris and y/n’s junior year (how boris made it this far will never not be a question in the back of y/n’s head.) besides that, y/n wanted this to be her best year ever.

“that’s another reason why i have to pass boris.” y/n said as she sat on her bed.

“what if you were smart this year AND had fun?” boris replied.

“i’m having fun. cant u tell?” she said. boris looked at her, he shook his head. y/n rolled her eyes, “i’d love to have fun, it’s just your definition of fun is parties, and sex, and drugs. look i love u and would never judge you but it’s not my thing.”

“you don’t know what your thing is because you never leave the house.”

“yea but i know that whatever that is isn’t.”

“listen, just do stuff with me this year. i wont make you do anything you want to and you have plenty of time to do your work.” boris said. “you’re my best friend and i really just want to hang out with you more because we never do.”

boris was good at convincing y/n to do things, mostly because looking into his eyes was like falling into an abyss.

“fine.” y/n complied. boris smiled the biggest smile he had in years. “now i’m gonna shower and get my pajamas on and we can watch a movie, yea?”

“конечно принцесса” boris said, “i’ll go to the store and get snacks and drinks!” boris got up and closed her door.

y/n knew he was gonna steal it, but she was happy to know boris wanted to spend time with her just as much as she wanted to spend time with him.

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

No more nose kisses

Mitch rapp x reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of injuries and blood, a little bit of angst 

Promt: Mitch made a promise he knew he couldn’t keep, now he’s paying for it

Word count: 1269

My first Mitch rapp story, this man is so hot it’s not even funny. Anyhow, feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!

Again, not my gif! Credit to @dylanholyhellobrien!

Working as a CIA agent was hard, coming home injured, keeping secrets, not being able to have a family. But it was all part of the job. And I knew that every mission I completed, every terrorist I killed, I saved hundreds of lives. Another thing that sucks though, don’t fall in love, no feelings at all, happy, sad, whatever they are, you can’t have them. But sometimes you can’t help falling In love, no many how many times you are told to not get attached, you just can’t help it. Especially when the person you love is extremely hot, and loving and kind. Normally I would tell myself to forget it, but it’s hard to do that when you see them every single day, when you share a bed with them, when they save your ass. So sometimes you just give into that love. Just hoping that they feel the same way. And lucky for me, my love did. Mitch Rapp.

It all started when I was new to the CIA. Mitch seemed to hate me at first but then suddenly he offered to help me with my aim (which may I add was the only thing I could do, I beat all their asses in combat). We began friends, kinda. Mitch was always so reserved but if I’m being completely honest, I was too. It stayed the kinda friends way until we were assigned to a mission to stop some idiots with a nuke. We had to spend 90% of the time with each other. And by the end of the mission we had slept together, he had told me about his past, and mine to him, and I thought I was falling in love with him. No, I *knew* I was falling in love with him. We are….together now, I guess. Together as we can be at least, it is mostly private, it for safety. Cant have the enemy finding out that we have feelings for each other, because, and I quote, “it could be used against us”. Mitch had given me the whole speech, and so had Stan. He noticed how me and Mitch were together and picked up on it guess. Mitch is the best, even though we know our future is no where near certain he still loves me like no one else has. Sometimes though he makes some stupid decision and decides to risk his life even more than he already has to. Disobeying Stans orders (though sometimes he’s right to), being so selfless. After an accident in Russia I made him promise to not to do it anymore, some promises hold for a lifetime, other are meant to be broken, but some promises there was no point in making.

“What the hell was that out there?!” I shouted “were you trying to get yourself killed?!” Yet again we were ���home” from a mission, having the same exact fight, he had done something stupid again, and I was angry... again. But this time he had broken a promise.

“Calm down Y/N I’m alive, aren’t I?” He said calmly

“Barely! You have a broken nose, your eyebrow may never be the same, and you have cuts and bruises everywhere!” I paused trying to control myself. He sat down on the edge of the bed looking down, I walked over to him and kneeled down in from of him, grabbing his hands in mine. “Mitch I love you! And you know that! You promised that you wouldn’t do this anymore. I don’t think you know what it does to me to see you hurt. I love how much you care about saving people, and I love you for that. But sometimes please please think about yourself, or if that’s to hard think of me. I can’t live without you Mitch. If you died I-“ I paused not know what to say. Mitch Looked up at me. “I don’t even know what I would do, you know what happened last time. I would be able to handle it again.” I felt a tear run down my cheek, then a thumb wiping it away.

“I’m sorry Y/N” he said tilting my chin up to look it him

“I know I know” I sighed

“It’s my job” he stated

“It’s mine too, what if I did that every time? What if I jumped in front of guns, what would you do?”

“You wouldn’t do that” he said now looking away from me

“Because I care about you, and I know that you would hate me every time, but what if I did?”

“I couldn’t never hate you, but ya, I guess I would be mad and scared, but I’m already scared”

“Exactly Mitch! Try to understand that that’s how I feel” I said putting his hands back in mine “I can’t fucking lose you”

Mitch looked at me, there was anger and annoyance in his eyes, but also love and sadness, pity and a hint of understanding

It was silent, for way to long, I cleared my throat and stood up, “I’m gonna clean you up” I stated walking toward to bathroom to go get the first aid kit

When I got back his shirt was off and he looked sad

“Are you ok?” I asked, I hated that when I said it it sounded blank, it didn’t sound like I cared

“I can’t fucking lose you either Y/N” he said

A breath of relief left my body.

“I love you” I said

He stood up and walked over to me, he took my face in his hands and kissed me

“I love you too” he said smiling “I’m sorry”

“I know you are, but because you were so reckless-“ I was cut off by a grown from Mitch

“Seriously Y/N? Just enjoy the moment babe” he said

“Let me finish, because you were so reckless, you must be punished” I said crowing my arms

Mitch smirked “oh really?” He said kissing my neck “what did you have in mind” hi hands traveled over my body but I cut him off, resisting the temptation to give into him

“No more nose kisses until your nose is healed” I said

“What?” He said, his face turning serious

“You got your nose broken, you don’t get nose kisses”

“But-“ he started before I cut him off again, not daring to look into his beautiful whisky eyes. I knew he was going to try to make me change my mind.

“Nope, no buts”

“Please I need nose kisses”

“And I need you to stop being stupid out in the field”

“Well I guess we all need things” he said, “why don’t we compromise?”

“Nope sorry Mr man, no can do, now let me fix you up” I demanded

“Ugh fine” he pouted like a little boy

He sat down on the bed and I began to clean his wounds, I started with his split open eyebrow, then his nose, working my way down his body. Once I finished, I couldn’t resist, I went up and kissed him on the nose. His eyes lit up, and he smiled.

“You said no more nose kisses sweetheart” he said pulling me to sit on his lap

“I know what I said, but I guess I’m too nice, I couldn’t resist” I said smiling kissing him

He pulled me down on the bed and flipped me over so that he was on top of me. He kept kissing me

“I love you” he said in between kisses

“Show me” I said knowing I was in for a restless night

[ragingbookdragon]

Each Word Gets Lost In The Echo PT. 1

Roy Harper x Batbrother!Reader

Word Count: 2.9K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes

Author's Note: I had way too much fun with this but PT. 2 is going to be angsty and y'all are gonna hate me for it. >:) Enjoy! -Thorne

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So, are you planning on getting us together soon?

He hummed in response, pulling out the pan and spatula. “I dunno. With Gutierrez’s wife giving birth, I want Esmeralda to have some time with her daughter before we pull out again. I know her Samantha wants her home.”

Understood, but…what’s happening in Syria…it’s not going to get better on its own.

“I know it won’t, Nadeen. But until we get a mission from somebody overseas, we can’t exactly go out.” He pulled a few eggs from the refrigerator, cracking them on the rim of the pan, watching the yellow yolks fall in. “Besides, it’s the first week of a three-month leave.” He smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re already bored.”

Are you kidding me? Um and Ab have grounded me from flying. I’m stuck here, (Y/N).

“How is your family by the way? Wasn’t your sister attending the Cairo University?” he asked.

Yeah, and Um is so proud of her.

(Y/N) chuckled, whisking the eggs in the pan. “Someone’s jealous.”

Well, I can’t exactly tell my parents I work for an illegal black ops squad. Kinda puts dampers in relationships.

“Nadeen, we’re not an illegal squad. We’re government sanctioned.”

The fuck we are. They just don’t bother us because they know they can’t kill us all.

Grabbing the pepper, he ground some into the pan. “Jesus, take a vacation, Nadeen. Go to France or something.”

Fuck France. I’ll go to Saint Petersburg first. Oh shit, speaking of SP, have you spoken to Vitsina yet?

(Y/N) frowned, setting down the pepper grinder. “Why? Is something wrong?”

What? No. I was just wondering if you had. She really needs to get a hobby. Hey, maybe I can get her and Walker to come hang out with me at home.

“You’re not going to get Walker out of his flat, Nadeen. You know how he is when he gets on leave.”

And what about Nakamoto?

“You know they’re both paranoid. Remember to—” something clanged down the hallway and he stopped, mid-sentence, going silent.

Hello? (Y/N)? Captain, you alright?

He frowned and turned off the stove, opening a drawer at the far end of the counter. Pulling out the Glock, he cocked it and murmured, “Asghar, lemme call you back.”

Ten-four, Captain. Be careful.

The line went dead, and he crept to the edge of the doorway and paused, inhaling sharply before he peeked around the corner, gun ready. Nothing. (Y/N)’s frown only deepened as he moved down the hallway, quiet and breathless. He got to the first room in the hall, his study and he shifted against the wall, listening for movement. When he heard nothing, he moved slightly, gun pointed into the door as he swept the room. Empty.

Exhaling deeply, he started to move when he heard the noise again and he peeked out the door to his bedroom. There. (Y/N) crept along the wall again until he was at the doorway and he leaned against the frame, listening carefully. Something was in there. Something or someone, he didn’t know what, but he did know.

(Y/N) waited until the noise got closer then turned the doorway and moved in. Someone’s hand shot out, grabbing the gun and he grunted, throwing up his elbow into their jaw. The intruder cried and with their free hand, grabbed (Y/N)’s shirt and yanked; they went tumbling to the ground, the gun falling away, but he didn’t waste his chance, scrambling atop the stranger as he went for the Strider he had in his back pocket.

He flicked it out and brought it down when the person beneath him grabbed it with one hand, the other ripping off the hood he wore. “(Y/N)! It’s me!”

“Roy?”

The archer sighed and went slack beneath him. “God, yes, it’s me!”

(Y/N) relaxed and tossed the knife to the side, hanging his head down. “Jesus Fuck Roy, I thought you were an assassin.”

“Get those often?” he shot back and (Y/N) glowered at him.

“Yeah, I do actually.” He rolled off Roy and got to his feet, holding out his hand for him to take.

“God, remind me not to sneak up on you again.” He let himself be tugged up and rubbed his jaw. “I thought you dislocated my jaw for a second.”

(Y/N) shoved a finger in his face. “You’re lucky you managed to grab the gun because I almost shot your ass.” He bent down and picked up his Glock and knife, putting the latter back in his pocket after he’d flicked it shut. “Are you some kind of idiot? Why the fuck didn’t you just knock on the door? What possibly justified sneaking into a mercenary’s bedroom through the window?”

Roy shrugged. “I thought you weren’t home yet.”

He opened his mouth to retort, then shut it and nodded. “Alright, that’s actually not a terrible excuse.” Sighing, he shoved past Roy and walked down the hall into the kitchen, the archer following him. “But don’t do it again.”

“Why? Worried you were gonna shoot your boyfriend?” Roy teased, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, nuzzling into his neck.

“Yeah, I was.” He put the gun back in the drawer and lugged the archer towards the stove where he flicked the burner back on. “Next time just text me and ask if I’m home.”

Roy hummed, pressing a kiss just above the mercenary’s collar. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well,surprise me you did,” (Y/N) griped. “I seriously thought I was about to have a firefight in my own damn apartment.” He paused, seeming to remember something and said, “I live in a penthouse.” Glancing at Roy, he questioned, “How the fuck did you get up here?”

“I’ve got skills, babe,” Roy grinned, waggling his brows and (Y/N) rolled his eyes before tapping the Bluetooth headset at his ear.

“Call Nadeen.” It pinged for a few moments.

Captain, you’re back. Everything good?

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Roy was in the apartment.”

You live in a penthouse? How’d he get up there?

“His ‘skills’ apparently.”

Nice. He still going around with your brother?

(Y/N) nodded forgetting she wasn’t in front of him and reclined into Roy as the eggs started cooking. “Yeah. Got a new gig as Red Hood and Arsenal.”

Roy blinked. “Wait, does your squad know…about you know…”

He waved and (Y/N) completed, “That my family and friends are vigilantes? Yeah. Why?”

“Isn’t that a breach of security?”

He snorted. “You act like my squad is friends with every government in the world, baby.” He shook his head. “I trust my team with everything. And in return they trust me with theirs.”

Aww, Captain you do care.

“Does your dad know that they know?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Probably. But he doesn’t tell me how to live my life and I don’t tell him how to live his.” He scrambled the eggs. “Nadeen, go hang out with Vitsina for a week or two if you’re really that bored.”

She’s back in Russia right now, isn’t she?

“I think so. Said she had a loose end to tie up with Antonovich.”

Oh shit, she’s gonna fucking kill that guy. She might need air support then.

“Hence why I said go hang out with her.”

Wanna come along? You could bring your boy-toy?

“Did she just call me a boy-toy?” Roy blurted. “Excuse you, I am not a boy-toy. I am a boy-man.”

Well, from the pictures Captain’s showed us, you are in fact a boy-toy, Roy.

He blinked and looked at (Y/N). “What pictures did you show them?”

“Nothing,” he coughed. “Nadeen, shut up.”

The ones with the red lace and matching heels.

“You didn’t.” Roy breathed. “You showed them the pin-up photos?!”

(Y/N)’s mouth fell open and closed as he vaguely gestured around. “I didn’t directly show them. Nakamoto hacked my phone like the nosy asshole he is and found ‘em.”

“So that means you still showed them because you apparently didn’t stop them from seeing!”

Oh, look at that, Captain, Ab is calling me. Talk later!

She hung up on him and (Y/N) huffed a laugh, pulling the device from his ear. He set it aside and shrugged out of Roy’s arms, pulling two plates out of the cabinet beside them. He plated the food, smirking at the flush across Roy’s cheeks. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed, baby?”

“You showed my nudes to your black ops squad. It’s hot. Ridiculously hot. But also embarrassing.”

“If it makes you feel any better, they were very impressed with them.”

Roy tried and failed horribly to hide the grin coming over his lips. “…They were?”

(Y/N) set down the plates and got up in Roy’s personal space and flirted, “Oh absolutely baby. They were so stunned at how pretty you looked all dolled up in that red teddy, your lips painted crimson.” He gripped Roy’s hips and pulled them flush together, and while Roy was about five-eleven, (Y/N) had a couple inches on him. He smirked when he felt the definition in Roy’s jeans. “Wanna know what my favorite picture is?”

Roy swallowed thickly, one hand coming to grab at the island behind him, the other grabbing (Y/N)’s shoulder. “Which—which one?”

He pressed a kiss to the underside of the archer’s jaw, trailing his lips to his ear where he breathed, “The one where you’re bent down on the bed…” he reached up behind Roy’s back and tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck. “Your ass is up in the air and...”

“Uh huh, what else?” Roy begged, hips canting forward.

“God, you’ve got that pretty red flush across your cheeks.” (Y/N) whispered. “You looked incredibly ravishing.” He breathed in Roy’s ear. “We were on that mission in Kazakhstan for two whole months and all I could think about was getting back home and drilling you into the mattress until you couldn’t walk.”

“(Y/N)…” the archer groaned shamelessly. “Babe, please.”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to Roy’s cheek. “I didn’t show them that one though,” he said, pulling away without a second thought, picking up the plates. “I kept that one to myself. It’s still in my wallet if you wanna go check. I look at it a lot.”

(Y/N) wandered towards the living room and plopped down on the couch, propping his legs up on the coffee table. He snorted when he heard Roy’s moan of frustration followed by the man stomping into the living room with the other plate in his hand, the free one adjusting the front of his jeans.

“I hate you.” He scowled, sitting on the other end of the couch. “I hate you so fucking much it’s not funny.”

(Y/N) shrugged and picked up the remote, switching the channels until he found a football game to watch. “You snuck into my penthouse and almost made me shoot you point blank.” He shot Roy a grin. “I guess we’re both doing things to each other we don’t like.”

“I thought you weren’t home!”

“Mhm. Punishment is still a punishment, baby.” He turned up the volume and dug into his eggs. “Jason know you’re in Gotham City?”

Roy swallowed the food in his mouth, answering, “Told him I was in the area.”

“You know he’s gonna wanna see you.” (Y/N) replied. “If not to hang out, to make sure you’re not into trouble.”

“Are you saying I’m trouble, babe?” Roy retorted and he chuckled.

“You’re my kind of trouble.”

The archer went silent, and his cheeks flushed. “…That was a low blow.”

(Y/N) winked. “Uh huh.” His side vibrated and he reached down, pulling his phone out.

“Who is it?” Roy asked.

“Alfred.” He slid his thumb along the bottom and put it to his ear. “Hello, you’ve reached the answering machine of your favorite grandson. How may I assist you today, grandpa?”

You’re absolutely hysterical, Master (Y/N). You should go into comedy.

“I would but it doesn’t pay that well unlike merc missions.”

Hmm…how are you today, Master (Y/N)?

He smiled. “Not too bad Alfie. Could’ve eaten a perfect parfait with fresh fruit and granola, but beggars can’t be choosers, huh?”

You did miss an excellent breakfast if I do say so myself. Nevertheless, it is Sunday morning. Shall I expect you later tonight for dinner?

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Alfie.” (Y/N) agreed.

Wonderful. I shall set out an extra plate in case you decide to invite Master Harper. Have a good day. Until tonight, sir.

The line clicked and (Y/N) pulled the phone from his ear, staring at it in confusion. “Babe? What’s wrong?” Roy questioned.

He shook his head. “Alfred knew you were here.”

“What? He did?”

He looked up at Roy. “Yeah…said he was going to set out an extra plate for you tonight at dinner in case you wanted to come.”

“I get to come to the Wayne Family Sunday Night Dinner? Really?” he seemed awfully excited.

“Dude, it’s just dinner.”

“That you guys do every Sunday night and don’t allow anybody to tread on,” Roy retorted with a glare. “This is special.”

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “Are you that eager to be introduced to the family?” he dodged the pillow Roy threw at him. “But…if you wanna come, you’re free to.”

“Really?” Roy doubted. “You want me to come over? I thought you wanted to keep this quiet?”

He sighed and pulled his legs from the table, setting the plate on it. “It’s not that I want it to stay a secret. It’s just…I worry about it.”

Roy set his plate down on the coffee table and scooted close. “What about?”

“I don’t know, Roy. I’m just worried that the more people that know about us the more danger I put you in.”

“Babe…” Roy started, placing a hand on the other side of (Y/N)’s cheek so he could turn his face to the archer’s. “We both live dangerous lives. There’s always going to be danger surrounding us.”

“I know,” (Y/N) sighed, leaning into Roy’s hand. “I still worry though. About you…about us.” He met those evergreen eyes. “I’m just worried that every time I leave, it’s going to be the last time we see each other.”

Roy chuckled. “Afraid I’m going to get offed?”

“No,” he murmured, turning his lips into Roy’s palm. “That I will.”

The archer gaped at him. “(Y/N)…why haven’t you told me about this?”

“Because I’m a super soldier who was trained to keep my emotions under control by an anal retentive, over glorified kitchen scale of a father.” (Y/N) deadpanned, then heaved an even bigger sigh and rested his forehead against Roy’s shoulder. “You’ve got enough on your plate.”

“Yeah, Jaybird keeps me pretty busy with missions.”

He chuckled. “Gonna have to tell my little brother to let my boyfriend have a break.”

“Break smeak.” Roy quipped, pressing a kiss to (Y/N)’s temple. “Listen to me, you’re a strong man, (Y/N). You’re probably the best out of your family. Smart and skilled off the charts.” He ran his calloused fingers down his lover’s neck. “If anyone is going to get out alive on a mission, it’ll always be you. Always.”

He sighed, turning his nose into Roy’s neck as he whispered. “You think so?”

Roy smiled, gripping his chin lightly to pull his head up. “I don’t think so, babe. I know so.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s. “I love you,” he murmured against the soldier’s lips. “So much.”

(Y/N) hummed and pressed a hand to Roy’s chest, shoving him backwards onto the couch and he crawled atop him. “I love you more,” he replied and pulled his shirt off his body before pressing his hand to Roy’s chest, except the archer hissed and he let up. “What’s wrong?” he worried, and he shook his head.

“Nothing.”

“Roy.” He warned, cocking a brow. “Where are you hurt?” he asked, pressing the same spot again.

“Ow! Stop that!” Roy grunted. “It’s tender.”

“What’s tender?” (Y/N) inquired and Roy sighed.

“I got a new tattoo.”

He narrowed his eyes and gazed down at him. “Of?”

“Nothing.” The archer muttered, though pink was coming across his cheeks and he sighed.

“C’mon Roy. Talk or I’ll tease it out of you.” He shot him a glare. “And you know I will.”

They stared one another down for a minute then Roy sighed and pulled his shirt off and (Y/N) peeled away the bandage. His eyes went wide when he saw the silver spartan helmet atop the black shield, the gold lettering underneath.

“Is this…”

“Your squad designation?” Roy offered. “Yeah…thought it seemed right.”

(Y/N) traced the raised flesh, eyes flashing to Roy’s when he shivered from the calloused touch. “I can’t believe you got my squads symbol tattooed on your chest.”

“You don’t like it?” he sounded hurt.

“I love it,” (Y/N) huffed, gesturing to his own tattoo on his ribs. “We match now…though you forgot to put your name inside the shield.”

“Well, I’m not technically a Spectre, (Y/N).” Roy said.

“Maybe not, but that’s still where your name goes.” He retorted and smiled. “It’s awesome, baby.”

Roy’s thumb brushed his hipbone. “So does the tattoo get me out of punishment for sneaking in?”

(Y/N) smirked down at him. “It just might.” He reached down and tugged the front of Roy’s pants. “Why don’t you show me how sorry you are for it? I just might decide to forgive you before subjecting you to dinner with my family.”

A multitude of emotions flashed through Roy’s eyes. Arousal, desire, need, and then surprise. “Oh shit, I forgot about dinner.”

“Seriously?” (Y/N) blinked, unsurprised. “God you’re such a man.” He crawled out of Roy’s lap much to the archer’s dismay and groaning.

“Where are you going?”

He paused and looked back at him. “I’m not fucking you on my couch, Roy.” He started towards his bedroom. “Hurry up or I’ll start without you.”

Roy rolled off the couch and to his feet as fast as he could.

[g0dtier]

ok so with 

myanmar shutting down internet connections to keep their citizens from communicating

putin having navalny put in jail for not reporting to the government while being in a fucking coma

chinese citizens that havent lived in china for years who dare to speak up against it regime being threatened with the death of them/their family and having chinese agents show up on their fucking doorstep (i cant believe this story didnt get bigger cause this didnt happen in like, a neighboring country of china, this happened in western europe and is apparently a normal occurence for chinese citizens who fled and are outspokenly critical of china)

im starting to think critical thinking is more important than ever when it comes to the internet, and seeing this website become a combination of “haha tumblr is so broken its ads dont even work!!!” and just general anti-intellectualism honestly doesnt bode well in my honest opinion

always be critical of what youre reading even if its a joke or a shitpost. be aware of how even joke posts written exactly the way you and your friends write influence you. examine your biases. a thinly veiled political statement dressed up as a joke detracting or making fun of an issue with 100k+ notes or whatever is not necessarily correct or believed by many just because of the amount of notes. a reply to a post is not necessarily sourced correctly or with trustworthy sources even if its well written and has links in it. 

remember that psyops accounts a couple years back posted like regular people. they were shitposting half the time and the other half were what seemed like non-thought out opinions that maybe were funny but almost never looked like there was much effort put into it. same with their opinions which often werent very well argumented and had several flaws in their way of thinking. they posted about LGBTQ issues. they posted about racism. they pretended to be activists and vice versa

they looked exactly like normal people and so many love brushing it off like “ha ha they totally didnt manage to do anything though!!!” like really? so why did the russian government spend so much money on it and keep certain blogs up for years? you really arrogant enough to think you could resist state propaganda because you didnt notice it/just because it wasnt in your face pro-russia but may have been aimed at something else? you not noticing propaganda is the entire point lol 

[stardancerluv]

Early Days with Roman

Part 5

Summary: Roman, has to take care of business but who takes care of him?

Warning: shooting, swearing

Roman, pressed a kiss onto your shoulder as he slid out from under you. “Keep sleeping princess,” he whispered.

It had been a wild night at the club. Thankfully, not because of Harley Quinn or the Joker but because of a group of bachelorettes and bachelors group. They had kept the place hopping.

What had he liked most of all? Was sharing a drink with you. You always looked so flawless. You had worn, a simple but elegant dress with your hair gently resting on your shoulders.

Every time something went good he knew he was strengthening his power, enlarging his kingdom. Knowing, you were there as his queen was an idea he enjoyed more and more. He wanted to keep you happy. Something about it was very pleasing to him. He wasn’t terribly sure why. Before you all he had ever wanted to satisfy was himself. To prove to himself, what he was capable of. Yet, the twinkle in your eyes when you looked up at him or smiled just for him was intoxicating.

Zsasz, had told him to tell you. But why should he. You knew he cared. He made sure you were taken care of, he shared his space with you. So you should know, that was enough.

As he dressed, he couldn’t stop himself from watching as you rolled over in your sleep. He was certain that you were dreaming. It brought a small smile to his lips.

He slipped his custom, monogrammed gun into his holster. Pulling, open the drawer he settled on a pair of gloves and pulled them on.

Going, to your side of the bed he knelt there. He just watched you. Reaching over he let his fingers caress you cheek.

“Roman.” You whispered, your eyes were closed and if he had not been right in front of you, he probably would not have heard you.

“Sleep baby, I have to go to work.”

You made a sleepy sound and your breathing deepened once again.

*****

Gotham was awake and alive for those like him. It buzzed with from the underworld that kept it’s heart beating.

His Rolls tore down the city streets smoothly. He watched as the buildings, filed by the windows.

Glancing, over his shoulder he saw the car of his men following close behind.

The city began to thin as they turned into the factory portion. It was a filthy and smell bad, not as bad as his place at the docks but had enough. As much as the rolls vents were closed, sealed even the foulness of the factories managed creep in. He pulled his handkerchief out which now that you entered his life would have a spritz of your perfume. Holding it to his nose helped.

******

“George, why are you stretching this out for. You know damn well what you fucking owe me.” Roman, hollered he was growing tired of this.

“Because I fucking can Sionis.” Just then behind him swooped down the caper wonder.

“Are you fucking serious? You sold us all out the man dressed up as the bat?” He looked at his man, he took a few steps back. “Careful, he may not want to kill but he is not beyond kidnapping.” Roman chuckled.

“Black Mask, we don’t have to do this.” Batman said, once he landed.

Roman threw his head back and laughed.

“What am I supposed to pencil you and we can do this some other day?”

Still laughing, he reached into and took out his gun. Before, Batman could move aiming, he got George lined up and shot him in the leg.

The man crumpled to the floor like a bag of bricks. He’d never have use of that leg again, it would useless. His scream rang out. Batman immediately went to him.

“You don’t fuck with me George.” Their eyes met and before Batman’s cape obscured his vision, Roman aimed and pulled off another shot. The man was dead before his back hit the pavement behind him.

Batman, turning on his heel shot his grappling hook, towards him. Trying to knock him down. Moving, it only managed to slice open the sleeve of his upper arm and him with but he managed to dodge it. Despite that Roman, got another round off and managed to hit where Batman would at the very least get a huge bruise from his bullet. It knocked him down

His men opened fire then. George’s men began going down as if they were nothing. Seeing an opening in the shooting as his men, George’s men and Batman fought it out, he ran to the Rolls and practically tore open the door.

He holstered his gun. “Not fucking tonight Batman!” He got in and slammed the door. “Go!” He hollered and soon, they were off.

******

“Zsasz, no I don’t need the fucking doctor.” He handed his mask and his holster to the scared man. “The fucking bat only grazed me.” He barked. “Meet me at noon in the club and make sure the gun is well oiled. Burn the jacket, I’ll bring the rest of it down tomorrow.”

“Sure boss.”

The elevator closed then. Groaning, he unbuttoned his shirt, some of his blood and dripped down and under his glove. He’d make that fucking bat pay. He raged in his mind.

Going to the other bathroom, he pulled and tugged at his shirt, with only little success. His breath came harshly out between his gritted teeth. “Fuck.” He groaned.

“Roman.” Suddenly, hearing your voice he stiffened forgetting his pain but then he relaxed.

He turned to you. “What are you doing up?” He growled. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” He added not as rough.

“Victor, texted me.”

He pressed his lips together. “Well, he should not have done that.” You looked rumbled and warm from sleep. He wished at that moment, he was too.

“Yes, but he did. Let me help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.” Stepping closer, he inhaled but didn’t fight you.

“Let’s take these off first.” You took one hand and pulled off a glove then the other one. Seeing that one had been blood stained the pair was ruined, you dropped them to the floor.

You quickly managed to free his shirt from his slacks, before gently sliding it down the one arm and then even slower over the wounded one.

“What happened?” Looked up at him.

“Batman.”

You shook your head.“Can’t believe he still manages to get around.”

“Me too.”

You let the shirt drop to the floor. “What did this?”

“His fucking grappling hook.”

You just shook your head. Opening, the medicine cabinet you saw all that you needed and more. You met Roman’s eyes in the mirror. “You patch yourself up in here?”

“Especially, when I don’t want to wake you.”

You grimaced and took out what you needed.

“Don’t hide this from me.” You said simply. There was no judging in your tone. It pulled on him.

He grabbed you with his good side. “I never wanted you to see this side.”

Your eyes burned as they looked back at him. “You are not some damn alien like Metropolis has. You are a man of flesh and blood, and I’m here for all of it.”

He didn’t know what to say, he pressed his lips together. “Y/N...” Your name came out as a snarl but then his body just slumped, when you walked into his club he never expected any of this but right now, he wouldn’t want anyone else patching him up. “Thank you.” He whispered.

“I love you. I’ll always be here.” You wet a cotton ball with the disinfectant. “This will sting.” You began to clean the wound.

He trembled. “Fuck.” He gritted his teeth again.

You looked at it. “Not bad, did more damage to your clothes.”

With an efficiency he would have never guessed you had, he was wrapped and cleaned up.

“All set.”

He turned at looked at it in the mirror. “How?”

“I rough housed with my cousins. I’d patch myself up.” He nodded.

*****

He lifted his good arm and you cuddled up to him. He let you pull the blanket up. He smiled as he felt you press a kiss on his chest.

“Y/N?” Damn, his head was swimming. Maybe it was because you patched him up so well, maybe it was because you were so observant; there was so much he wanted to say. Your eyes twinkled as you looked up at him. The light from the dawn, creeped around his drapes. The words couldn’t form sentences.

“Good night.” And you rested your head back onto his chest.

“Good night, Y/N.”

One day the sentences would form, just not now and he closed his eyes.

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[gr0veyard]

Ooc.; also other stuff im giving my 2 Cents to, so skip if you dont care

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Puberty blockers:

PBs are not irreversible lmao. They don't mutilate a minors body. They merely keep puberty on hold long enough for the minor in question to have time to make sure they want to transition. PUBERTY is what is irreversible. Imagine going thru puberty and growing into a body that at worst will make you wanna KYS and at best hate looking at yourself in the mirror. Do you know how expensive transition can be after puberty? PLEASE do more research before making asinine statements like PBs being comparable to mutilation. PBs only hold puberty as long as theyre being taken, meaning that if you stop taking em puberty will set in just as it usually would.

"Even hormone blockers and transitional hormones are largely untested when it comes to long term effects" is a baseless claim which a little googling can be disproven.

"One of my friends in high school medically transitioned, and it did nothing to help their dysphoria. It just made them even more depressed, and they later killed themselves." I'm sorry for your loss, genuinly. That really sucks. But as much it makes me look like an asshole for saying this, this is an appeal to emotion (aka not factually backing your other claims) and also circumstancial. If your friend's suicide was tied to their transition, their case is just that: theirs. One of the biggest contributors to trans suicude rates is the unattainability of affordable transition and dysphoria caused by the changes made by puberty, only topped by abuse from people towards trans people. By advocating for PBs to be prohibited or limited, you don't help. You make the problem worse.

Communism:

"I’m against Communist and Fascism as they’re both extremely Authoritarian systems that give the government complete control over how you live your life." Since I'm a socialist and not a communist I cant speak for communism, but most allegedly communist states today still basically operate on a capitalist core, where they have communist parties etc., but still have a free market for instance. China for example, but Russia too.

Capitalism amasses copious amounts of wealth on the backs of the lower class in a short amount of time but is ultimately unsustainable. Vaush on youtube has a number of videos on this I recommend you to check out.

Healthcare:

"You can’t have a right to the services and labor of another person, their own freedom is taken away by that." No one is saying that should happen. Ideally, the state pays for this healthcare and before you say anything about that: I'm from a country without america's privatized healthcare. It's never been an issue here, people aren't fucking terrified shitless to go to the doctor bc they could go into crippling debt. Sure, you gotta wait a lil longer than someone w a private insurance company (which still exists but isnt necessary to live) in the waitingroom but that's annoying at worst.

I went to america end of 2019 to visit my gf and I fell really ill there. I had to go to the doctor there and I nearly felt my soul leave my body when I had to pay 100 FUCKING DOLLARS HOLY SHIT. thats nearly a fourth of my monthly income bro, how can you claim this to be okay? Ofc medstaff still need to be paid but oh my gods this is not okay. If I had to live with this system for the rest of my life it's fair to say I'd never go to the fucking doctor. And that'd be worse for the docs AND FOR ME.

"If you die or develop incurable illness awaiting treatment for months, there’s nothing anyone can do. If you’re treated right away and unfortunately end up with loads of medial debt, it’s unfortunate, but you’re still alive. You can still try to fundraise money, get donations, or if you’re skilled, work it off. It’s really shitty, but necessary." N- no????? It reaLLY ISNT THOUGH??? As I've stated before, this is not an issue w public healthcare. It's smth that's an issue in general and it DOES happen in america right now. Where I live this doesnt happen to my knowledge. Why should it? The gov is gonna pay anyway so might as well get it done and get the next patient. You shouldnt have to go into debt to live. That's not humane.

"I don’t think the poor should die, I don’t want the suffering to be left to their fate." Contradictory to the part where you think going into debt is necessary. Being in debt IS suffering. *I* am in debt, and I suffer because of it everyday. And it's not because of healthcare.

When going into debt to heal is your only option as an alternative to possibly dying or suffering on, then making that choice is like having to choose between the black plague and cholera.

"Buy a gun, grow a garden, learn to build shelter, and make plans to invade a neighboring territory and become it’s technocratic warlord after your country collapses into an unlivable hellscape." Making a joke like this at the end of a post about serious topics like this is kind of trivializing the entire issue and a little disrespectful. Don't do that please. It's like you're comparing to Fallout 4 and I shouldn't need to point out why that's bad.

At the end of the day, Im not trying to change your mind bc thats futile and not my job. But I do absolutely intend to fact check claims I know for a fact are BS, or educate myself to make my own judgement, and so should you. If you want to know how truthful smth is, listen to multiple scources (centrist AND leftist) and crosscompare wether what you hear abt certain leftist ideas is in fact true or not.

Or dont and continue living in an echochamber. Your call.

Have a nice day.

[i-idontunderstand-things]

Transcript of 1 Man 100 Accents

I took far too long to do this, but.... it’s done now so I may as well post it. This will help me remember my fave video when it’s deleted :) 

Mark: Argentina. Ethan: Argentina. Capital of the world. When you think of Argentina you think,,,, whO WOULD GO THERE?? *giggling* Mark: I was more lookin for an accent,, more than anything,, Ethan: OH, accent, accent. Mkay, re-run. *twirls finger in air* Mark: Austria. Ethan: Austria.        Ehy mayte-  whlcum tu Aughstria - Mark: Oh god… Ethan: wAIGHT for it though,,, Mark: *laughter* Ethan: Waight until I tell yew,, the country of Aughstria,, k?? We were invited by Gehrmay dyuring the world War Twooooo,,, one??? *laughter* Then Poulanghd said “hay,, how bout we help yu out!” They came oughva, we came oughva, we had a cuppa tea as we do In Austria,,, We said “oY, Germany, mAYBE,, dONT!” N that’s when it oll ‘appened. They kicked out, and I said, “Naw, naw naw, not in the northern hemisphere, gough down to the buttom, the buttom bitch o’ the barrel.” So we went and said hello to the Australians! Commonly miscommunicated with the Austrians. BUT,, we’re not them, they’re not us.         BAck in Austria we go! Roight next to,,, GERMANY, roight next tu Pouland, r- rOIGHT next to France. Mark: Wh- what are you talking about?? *laughter* All  Iwas asking for was an accent you,,, goddamn travesty,,, you human train wreck, you cant keep one train of thought- Ethan: *waggles finger* Next one, next one- Mark: Uhhh, paupa new Guinea Ethan: *looks down* Pff-  couldn’t even tell you where that is- Mark: H- It’s funny cuz I don’t need you to-  

*laughter*

Ethan: Paupa New guinea, I think, sounds-- when I think of it-- I go “PapWAH new guinea”-  which makes me think that they might be Frennnnch…      mghh,,,     HEGLLUOGHHH-  

*both burst out laughing*

Ethan: Weglcome to Paupa New guinea. *laughter* Same as Austria---  We hagve a very similar accents to Austria!!       Wglhcoooome-  t0--  

*laughter*

Ethan: Give me one,, that really hits home- Mark: uhhh, Cuba? Ethan: Cyooba. Mark: *w h e e z e* Ethan: Capital of the cigahr- Mark: *w h e  e z e*

*laughter*

Ethan: When yu think of Cyooba,,

*L A U GH T E R*  

Ethan: When yu think of Cyooba, yu think,,, pghyooo, phyooogh, pghgoo, egl caystro, and his ssssensitive,,,, ssss,, sssIGNATURE mustache- Mark: *losing his shit* Ethan:  Yu tink of the way that he burned the money, to keep his daughter warm at night-

*demonic noises*

He was makin 3, 4, 5, 6, MILLION DOLLARS A dAY,,, selling cohcaine,, in the united states of america!!  Now, when you think, “hey, that’s not vehry cüül,” that’s when we had to embargainze them. Mark: *wheeze* Ethan: We said, “Ey Cyooba!! Back it off a little bit!! We can’t come near you, you can’t come near me, dat’s why we can’t have a shweet shweet smohky pohky,,,, anymore-”  but now- the embargus has been lifted- an’ we can go back to motherland Cyooba- and get our sweet, h o t cigars.  Widen our mouths- and we’ll go- *sucks invisibe cigar*    *coughs*  and that’s ‘ow you know-   it’s a true hghuu---  human cigar.

*laughter*

Mark: I--  I don’t understand what happens in your brain-- *laughter* it doesn’t make any sense at all-- Ethan: Well it makes perfect sense to me :) Mark: Of course it does, course it does.. Ethan: * h a c k*  Next. Mark: ..Russia. Ethan:  …. Wghlcum to Russia. *laughter* Capital of s n o w,,, and bad weather. In here we have,, big radiation poison. It makes your big rats bigger, and your sack hang lower,,, and you-- *laughter* you can’t go anywhere near tha snow.  If tha snow touches you,, you go “ohh FACK-” and then yu ded. You can’t even hh- help yourself-  *laughter* noone can touch yu, noone can hug you- what kind of life is that? Not a life worth wiving. Ghgwhhhh-  *L A U G H T E R* Which is why in nineteen eighty siiiiiiixx?? When chernobl went “Imma,,,, gonna ‘splode now,,,”  people said “FACK.”  Did you know,,, that when you think,, I think… when I think about…. CHERNOBL!! 

*uncontrollable laughter* 

Ethan: My mind says, ‘world war two, world war one, north korea! WHO KNOWS Wh-WHEN IT HAPPENED!!! But it was so SOOON- --  when it happened,, if you do the math …  which i cAnT.. *laughing* You’ll realise it was 30….. yeearrsagooooo…  1986 is when it happened…  Quick, quick do the math for me *snaps fingers* how many years ago?? Mark: 33 Ethan: When it happened, when the whole world said, “We’re going to die. We’re going to die. The llll,, the radiation was swpt up by the wind, much like the fires of…. North california-  

*laughter*

Mark: Oh god… oh god-   Ethan: And they were swept- swept- swept- swept- swept- and they went up into the smoky air,, and they… okay,, picture this alright??? One time, you’re going to bed,, and you wake up and you go pee in the night… and you see BOOM BOOM BOOM all over the place… from one… place actually. Mark: *actually suffocating from laughter* Ethan: uh,,, only one explosion. *C O U GH* ighgh- it gets me choked up sometimes- aghibfuh- it went SUPER BIG, and the whole government said,, “don’ worry about it,,, you cant…. The radiator cant ‘splode! It’s impossible!” Well listen here,, PHUCKER. IT IS!! It happened 2… years.. before 35 years ago!!!  33 years ago it happened ! Swept up by the wind,, it,, Sweden said, “Oh, we can feel it,,” and so they said “okay, we have to get it under control” they put so much sand *laughing* o- on top of it- *dissolves into laughter* Mark: your Russian accent has slipped a little bit- Ethan: yu don know anything-- Mark: *bursts out laughing* Ethan: They put some sand on top some dogs died some kids died and they tried to evacuate the WHOLE area but it was too late for them they said “ohhh yu can survive-” but now people go back,,, to BULLETS,,  *pause* Sooo,, it’s still bad there. *Mark bursts out laughing* Mark: good god, man, I’m just lookin for an accent.     You good? You good man? You good? Ethan: Wrap it up. Also Ethan: Next one. Mark: what?? Ethan: Ye, sure. Mark: Ughh, alright,, give me some Italy. Ethan: *scrunches his face up, preparing his accent,*  Alexa? Play when the moon hits your eye its a big piece of pie,, song,, Alexa: Here’s Spotify (starts playing That’s Amore) Ethan: *mumbling* fucking.. asshole… Alexa stop. Alexa: *continues playing* Ethan: *mumbling along with song* shit… *puts on baby hands, hits camera* ringalingaling, bitches fkn shit…     PAUSE!! PAUSE!! ALEXA!! PAUSEIT!! YOU STAY! You stay here ! shh! *blows kiss, gets up from table* you stay here! You don’t move a muscle! Stay! Stay. *walks away from camera, up the stairs* Mark: *to Spencer* Spenceyyy,,, you wouldn’t happen to know what happening here, would you?? Spencer: Mark: Spencer… your master has gone crazy! You need to run. Run away spencecr.. It’s not safe for you here… what the hell?? Alexa: *starts playing Lose Yourself as Ethan runs down the stairs with baby hands on* Ethan: *basically fucking turns into Eminem*  through this hole that is gaping…… *bursts out laughing* as we move farther, new world order.. *flailing arms around, knocks gum off counter* *further struggling*   Can,, can this be done?? 

Mark: *laughing in complete confusion*   Goodbye,, remember that we only have a year. Ethan: H-- *contorts face* how much time do we have left???  Ghhghg Mark: ah,, fuckin,,,  

 *timer*