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The Wedding Date - Part Six

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Your sister's wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to you family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is... you don't have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.6K

TW: Swearing, smut (unprotected sex, oral F! receiving) and bad writing?

A/N: A lot happens on this chpater but I hope its nice and smooth to read 😬 but we’re finally at the last chapter!!! I hope you’ve enjoyed it all. Like I said before, i plan to write a prologue and epiloge and still have two social media AUs to post! Thank you for all the love and support!

You were stood with your ear pressed against the door in the hopes of hearing the conversation between Tom and Sarah. You were able to make out little snippets here and there when suddenly your mom came bounding over. “What’s going on?” She asked. “Sarah is meant to be walking down the aisle in five minutes.”

“Mom… shhhh.” You said turning to her. “Sarah is just… having a minute to calm her nerves.” You lied.

“Ok, well please tell her to hurry up, the guests are getting antsy! I’ll just go and get your father.” And she walked off down the hall. As soon as she was out of sight, you pressed your ear back against the door.

“Tom, I just can’t tell you how sorry I am I never told you.” Sarah choked out.

“Look baby, I don’t care! It happened before we were together. I just needed a minute to process that you slept with Luke. I mean, I know he’s my friend and everything but Luke? Really?” Tom said with a slight jokiness.

“Do you still want to go ahead with this?” Sarah asked meekly.

“Hell yes, I do! But from this day forth, we tell each other everything ok?” Tom said. “If this marriage thing is gonna work honey, we need to be truthful.”

“Of course!” Sarah said, her tone a little cheerier.

“I actually think you should thank your sister.” Tom began and you could hear the eye roll in Sarah’s scoff. “I’m glad she got you to tell me actually. I’d much prefer to have heard it from you than Luke, we know his reputation for blurting things out.”

“I guess you’re right. I mean, I just told her she was a shitty sister when I’m the shitty one.” Sarah sighed and you triumphantly smiled to yourself. Sarah never admitted she was wrong so to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth, it was music to your ears. “I mean, what the hell was I thinking about sleeping with Luke in the first place? I think I was just desperate for your attention.”

“And it worked,” Tom replied. “Come on, let’s do this thing.”

You heard Tom’s footsteps towards the door and frantically scrambled away from your position where your ear has been pressed up against the wood. Tom opened the door and looked at you with a bright smile on his face, followed by a big thumbs up. He then made his way down the hallway, presumably to wait for your sister at the altar.

You cautiously walked towards your sister and knocked lightly at the door. Sarah hastily turned around and looked at you. She didn’t say a word, but you knew by the way she tilted her head, she was inviting you into the room. You slowly walked in and stopped a few steps in front of Sarah.

“So…” you started. “Is everything…” You didn’t know how to finish the sentence.

“Y/N.” Sarah cut you off. “I’m sorry. Utterly and completely sorry. Sorry for what I did, sorry for not telling you, just sorry for being a shitty sister.” “Thank you.” You replied. “I guess maybe I should apologise as well but I was hurt. I just couldn’t believe you kept it a secret from me for so long.”

“And I completely understand that Y/N! You don’t have to apologise.” Sarah said and you were shocked to hear the words leave her lips. Never did you think you’d be hearing Sarah take accountability for her actions while also justifying your own.

“How did Tom take the news?” you asked despite knowing.

“He was hurt I didn’t tell him sooner, of course he has every right to be upset about it.” Sarah started. “But he still wants to get married!” and you could hear the relief in her voice and a bright smile filled her face.

“You will still be my maid of honour, won’t you?” Sarah asked, worry wavering in her voice.

“Of course, I will Sarah.” You smiled. “You’re still my sister… despite the shitty things you may have done.”

“Thank you!” she exclaimed, pulling you in for a tight hug. “Thank you so much sissy.”

***

You found Aaron hovering outside the entrance to the hall the ceremony was about to take place. He was watching people fidgeting in their seats as they awaited the bride’s entrance.

“Hey!” you smiled as you reached him. Aaron turned around to face you and a smile grew on his face. Aaron was relieved to see you in a happier mood than a mere 30 minutes ago.

“Everything ok?” He asked.

“Everything is good. I actually received several apologies from Sarah. Something I never thought I’d hear to be honest.” You began. “Oh! And I guess it’s good news that the wedding is still going ahead.”

“That’s great then.” Aaron smiled and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m glad you sorted everything but remember, you have every right to be upset with the situation.”

Your heart melted at his words, and you leaned up to peck another quick kiss on his lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him.

“I just want you to know, your feelings are valid and justified,” Aaron added.

“I know Aaron and I love you for being just so perfect.” You smiled brightly and a pink tint tinged the tips of Aaron’s ears. He wrapped his arms around your waist while yours slid up his arms to perch around his neck.

“I love you, Agent Hotchner.” You smiled.

“I love you too Agent Y/L/N.” Aaron replied placing his lips on yours once again in a searing kiss.

“What do you think you’re doing!” Your mom hissed through her teeth causing you and Aaron to hastily pull apart from each other.

“Aaron, go find your seat! Y/N, where is your bouquet?” Your mom frantically barked her orders. “Sarah is about to walk down the aisle. Quick get into positions!”

“I’ll see you soon.” You whispered to Aaron before he escorted your mom down the aisle to their seats.

Then, the excited bridesmaids began to clamber into the hallway, arranging themselves in the correct order and checking all their dresses were straight and their bouquets looked perfect. Next came Sarah, looking so flawless despite the chaotic last hour, with her arm firmly folded into your dad’s.

“Are we all ready?” Sarah asked excitedly and a wave of murmurs and excited whispers followed from the crowd of bridesmaids.

“Are you ready?” you asked Sarah and she nodded eagerly.

“I’m so ready!” Sarah replied.

You smiled at her and took your position, ready to walk down the aisle. The music started to play and off you went.

***

“More champagne?” Aaron asked, offering the bottle.

“Yes please.” You smiled, passing your glass to Aaron. He took it and filled it up perfectly with the bubbly beverage before handing the glass back to you.

“You looked so beautiful during the ceremony,” Aaron said to you as you took a sip from your champagne flute.

“Flattery will get you everywhere Mr Hotchner.” You laughed, placing a hand on his thigh.

Aaron placed his hand on top of yours and smiled at you before the two of you looked around the room at everyone as they finished their meals. Sarah and Tom were giggling away at their table at the front while Livvy was flirting with one of the groomsmen she had been put with for the ceremony.

“Everyone has finished their meals.” You groaned, burying your head into Aaron’s neck.

“Yes?...” He responded slightly confused.

“So it means it’ll be speeches soon and I cannot stand public speaking.” You sighed.

Aaron laughed which caused you to sit up and shoot him a glare.

“Why are you laughing?” You asked slightly annoyed. “This is my worst nightmare.”

“I’m not laughing at you.” Aaron replied. “It’s just funny that you can deliver a profile to police officers you’ve never met before but can’t make a speech in front of people you know.”

“Well, there’s a slight difference.” You said. “There are a lot more people here than at any police station.”

Aaron just chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on your temple. “You’ll be fine,” he murmured against your skin.

Suddenly, the sound of a knife being tapped against a glass caught everyone’s attention and every guest turned to face the bride and groom. Tom was stood up and pulled a paper from his suit pocket, unfolding it carefully before holding it out, ready to read his speech. One by one, everyone made their speeches, Tom, Sarah, your dad, Tom’s mom and Luke (whose speech was fortunately short, snappy and a little bit awkward) before it was your turn. Aaron squeezed your hand reassuringly as you stood up, everyone’s eyes shifting to you.

You cleared your throat before speaking. “Hi everyone. I hope you’ve all been enjoying yourselves so far. Don’t worry! I am the last speechmaker for the night so as soon as I’m done, you’re free to head to the bar.” You joked and a few laughs echoed around the room. You ran your hands down the front of your dress, your palms sweaty from nerves. “Sarah. I remember when we were younger, you would cut pictures out of mom’s magazines to design your own wedding in your scrapbook. They were always so big and extravagant with bright pink dresses and crazy venues like Disneyland. But I also remember the hours I spent tidying up all your paper scraps and rubbish,” You laughed and others joined in including Sarah. “You always knew exactly what you wanted and I guess I was jealous of you in that way. You had your life perfectly planned out while I was stuck deciding if I wanted to profile criminals or not, much to Mom’s dismay.” And this time your dad’s laugh caught your ears. “And I’ll be honest, I had been dreading your wedding, I really had! But now that I’m here, while we may have had our rocky patches over the last few days, you’ll always be my sister and I want you to be happy, I know you and Tom will have a very happy life together. To Tom and Sarah!” you said, raising your glass and everyone followed.

You immediately sat back down and released a breath.

“That was perfect,” Aaron muttered as you sat. “I think I saw Sarah wipe away some tears.”

“Phew, at least I didn’t fuck that up.” You replied and watched as the guests began to file through the doors to the dancefloor and bar. “Come on, let's go get a drink.”

***

The dance floor was heaving with everyone dancing as the DJ played a mixture of upbeat songs. You and Aaron stood and watched the chaos as you both sipped on a glass of scotch. He had his arm wrapped around your waist while your head rested against his shoulder. The several glasses of alcohol had now begun to go to your head.

“Thank you,” You said. “For agreeing to come with me. Never did I think that the things that happened over the last few days would have happened when you said you’d be my fake boyfriend.”

“I think, agreeing to be your fake boyfriend was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.” Aaron smiled. “Finally having the confidence to tell you how I really feel about you was something I never thought would happen.”

“We also had sex.” You said excitedly and Aaron chuckled to himself, amused by your tipsy revelations.

You were just about to speak again when one of your favourite songs began to play, echoing loudly around the room.

“Oh my god! I love this song.” You smiled brightly and Aaron melted at the sight of how happy you were. “Come on! Let's dance.”

You both put your glasses down on the bar before you dragged Aaron onto the busy dancefloor. You wrapped your arms around his neck while Aaron’s hands found your hips by instinct as you began to sway in time with the music together. You buried your head into Aaron's neck and your knees nearly buckled at the comforting smell of his cologne. Everything felt so perfect.

“How long do you think we have to stay here?” Aaron asked.

“Why? Have somewhere you want to be?” You questioned with a laugh.

“Yes I do,” he smirked. “And it involves you, a bed and no clothes.”

“I like the sound of that,” you smiled, leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips. “How about we stay for another hour and then I’m all yours?”

“Sounds perfect,” Aaron smiled. “I’ll just get us another drink.”

You nodded with a smile and watched as Aaron made his way through the sea of people on the dance floor and towards the bar.

A sweaty hand on your arm drew you from your thoughts and you turned to see Liv with a huge grin plastering her face.

“How has your night been?” She asked.

“Good!” You shouted so Liv could hear you over the music.

“I’m surprised Aaron hasn’t taken you home yet and ripped that dress off you.” She laughed and you rolled your eyes jokingly. “I’m currently trying to persuade Josh to invite me back to his hotel.” And she pointed over to the good-looking, blonde-haired man.

“I think his name is Greg.” You corrected her with a laugh.

“Whatever!” Liv laughed. “He’s hot and it's ritual for a bridesmaid to hook up with a groomsman.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Here honey,” Aaron’s voice said from behind you and you turned to see him holding out a glass of white wine to you. You took it from him gratefully and Aaron looked over to Liv who was beside you. “Sorry Liv, I would have got you a drink as well,” Aaron said, and a warmth flared in your chest from just how sweet he is.

“Don’t worry about it Aaron,” Liv smiled and then she turned back to you. “Operation ‘hook up with Josh’ is in full swing.”

“Greg!” You corrected her again with a laugh.

“Greg… whatever!” Liv shrugged you off with a laugh as she headed back towards the blonde groomsman.

“What was that about?” Aaron laughed as he took a sip from his bottle of beer before wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Just Liv’s chosen target for the night.” You laughed in response and leaned your head on Aaron’s shoulder.

The night went on as you and Aaron found yourself comfortably seated at a table, drinking wine and sharing kisses every now and then. The dancefloor was still alive with people including your mom and dad as well as Livvy (who was far too busy kissing the groomsman, Greg). Sarah and Tom had cut the cake, which had been shared amongst all the guests before she tossed the bouquet which Tom’s little sister caught (much to her boyfriend’s hatred!).

You looked over to Aaron as he watched the room and leaned into his ear so he could hear you.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said and Aaron could practically hear the smirk in your voice. “We’ve stayed a lot longer than we said we would and now I’m desperate to get you alone.”

Aaron looked into your eyes with a desire that sent butterflies through your stomach.

“Come on,” he said, standing up and taking your hand. “Let’s get a cab.”

You quickly made your way around the room, bidding your farewells to Sarah and Tom, your mom and dad and of course Liv, who gave you a knowing wink as you pulled away from your hug with her.

Once comfortably situated inside a cab on your way home, Aaron had you pulled close to him, littering your neck with soft kisses and occasionally nipping your skin.

“If you keep this up, we’re going to get kicked out of the cab,” you giggled. “And I don’t particularly want to be walking home in these heels.”

“I’ll carry you,” Aaron mumbled between placing kisses down your neck towards your collarbone.

“I… like this side of you,” you breathed out as Aaron’s hand came to rest on your thigh, squeezing it gently. “But we’re nearly home and then I’ll be completely and utterly yours.”

Aaron simply nodded and buried his head in your neck where he stayed the rest of the journey home.

Aaron’s hands were on you the second you walked through the door. He squeezed your hips as his lips met yours in a bruising kiss before trailing down your neck, nipping lightly at your skin. Within seconds, Aaron had you pushed up against the wall, his head ducked down low as he placed sloppily kisses across your cleavage.

“So…. Desperate…” you muttered breathlessly.

“You are irresistible,” Aaron mumbled, lifting his head to look at your face. His gaze was intense and filled with lust and heat settled in the bottom of your abdomen.

“Upstairs?” Aaron suggested but it came out more as a demand.

“Yes Sir,” You replied and flashed him a teasing smile when you saw his eyes darken at the use of the professional name.

The two of you frantically made your way upstairs and headed straight for your bedroom. You slammed the door behind you and kicked off your heels while Aaron began to take off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. You made your way over to him and started to unbutton the crisp white shirt, your fingers delicately brushing over his skin. As soon as he was freed of the white fabric, you leaned up to kiss Aaron and as your lips met in a searing kiss, Aaron’s hands fiddled with the zip at the back of your dress before effortlessly pulling it all the way down. He pulled away from the kiss first, tugging lightly at the silky fabric of the dress to encourage it to slip off your body. Once you had your arms free of the straps, the fabric slipped smoothly down your body and pooled at your feet. Aaron’s breath hitched as he took in your appearance before his lips were back on yours and you could feel his growing erection pushing into you.

“I… I need you,” you managed to mutter between breathless kisses. Your underwear was practically soaking now, you needed Aaron inside of you immediately.

“Get on the bed,” he whispered against your lips in a commanding tone. You did as he instructed and laid on the bed. You looked back up at Aaron’s tall, dominating stance from where he stood looking down at you from the end of the bed. You bit your lip as you looked at the bulge straining against Aaron’s trousers, spreading your legs apart ever so slightly to show Aaron that you were ready for him.

Aaron got down onto his knees and pulled you closer towards him by your ankles. He started kissing gently up your legs, scattering small pecks here and there before he reached your thighs where he then started to nip lightly at the skin. You gasped out in shock at the sudden feeling of his teeth on your skin and were now very aware of how close Aaron was to your soaked pussy.

“A…Aaron,” you breathed out. “I need you…”

“Do you trust me?” Aaron asked from his position between your legs and you nodded quickly.

His fingers hooked under the fabric of your underwear and he began pulling them down your legs until you were completely free of the wet fabric. Aaron then returned to your centre and slowly slid two fingers inside of you.

“So wet already…” Aaron mused as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you gently.

You gasped at the pleasure and grasped at the bed sheets when Aaron’s thumb made contact with your clit. Then suddenly, Aaron ducked his head down and before you could ask what he was doing, his tongue swiped through your wet folds.

“Oh!” you gasped out as Aaron stayed buried between your thighs, his tongue circling around your clit. Your hand found its way into Aaron’s hair, grasping it between your fingers and pulling on it ever so gently.

The taste of your arousal on Aaron’s tongue was enough to push him over the edge as he traced his tongue back and forth through your folds, his tongue swirling and circling again and again around your clit, your hips bucking up slightly at the pleasure.

“You’re…. you’re really good at this,” you managed to whisper through your pleasure. No previous partner had ever gone down on you before, Aaron was opening your eyes to a whole new world of pleasure.

He hummed something from between your thighs and the vibrations that followed through your body were enough to tip you over the edge. Aaron kept teasing his tongue through your folds, his hands had a strong grip on your hips to keep you in place as he pushed his tongue hard around your clit.

“Aaron… I’m going to,” you couldn’t finish your sentence as the orgasm took over your body. The moans that left your throat motivated Aaron to keep teasing and circling your pussy as he began to taste all of you.

Once you came back to your senses, you pulled Aaron up so that he was hovering over you and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into a desperate, bruising kiss.

“That was… incredible.” You mumbled against his slightly swollen lips. “But now I need you inside of me.”

Aaron chuckled before looking into your eyes and muttering something along the lines of ‘so desperate’ as he pulled back from you and looked down at your naked body.

“Please Aaron…” you groaned as you sat up and impatiently reached for his belt, beginning to unbuckle it.

As soon as Aaron was rid of his trousers and boxers, he was hovering above you and placing kisses along your jaw and neck.

“Ready?” Aaron asked between kisses.

“Yes!” you replied desperately.

Aaron reached down and aligned his cock with your centre, rubbing the head through your wet folds a few times before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. You gasped at the sudden fullness and gripped Aaron’s shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“Ok?” Aaron asked and you nodded quickly.

Aaron then began rocking his hips against yours at a teasingly slow pace, nearly pulling out of you before he thrust his length back inside of your pussy.

“Harder.” You said in between your breathless moans and Aaron quickly obliged, his pace quickening as he began to fuck you hard.

“Been thinking about this…” Aaron grunted as he thrust into you. “All day.”

“Me too!” You replied and moaned loudly as Aaron fucked deeper into you, hitting the right stop.

Your moans, Aaron could listen to them all day – they were enough to push him tumbling over the edge, but he tried to restrain himself for as long as he could.

“Touch yourself,” Aaron instructed.

You did as he said and started circling your clit as Aaron’s thrusts began to become sloppy as he reached closer and closer to his own pleasure.

“Fuck!” Aaron hissed as he come inside of you. The sudden heat that filled you up was enough to then push you over the edge into blinding pleasure as Aaron rode out his orgasm.

“Oh! Aaron…” you moaned into his neck, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders as Aaron’s pace began to slow down.

Aaron was mindlessly twiddling his fingers through the ends of your hair as the two of you laid in each other's arms. Your body still tingled with Aaron’s touch and satisfaction flowed through your veins.

“Now all this wedding shit is over, I can finally thank you properly for agreeing to come with me.” You said as you snuggled closer into Aaron’s chest.

“You’ve been thanking me all weekend honey,” Aaron replied and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Again, if I hadn’t agreed to come with you, I’d still be silently pinning for you from my office.”

“If you hadn’t come, I don’t think I’d have been able to make it through the week without committing murder.” You laughed and sat up to look at him. “And of course, I would never have had the opportunity to tell you how I’ve been madly in love with you since the day I joined the BAU.”

“I love you so much,” Aaron smiled, sitting up slightly so he was now elevated on his arm.

“I love you too.” You smiled brightly and leaned down to capture Aaron’s lips in a quick, chaste kiss. “You have been the best fake boyfriend ever.”

Aaron let out a hearty laugh before looking back at you with nothing but complete adoration in his eyes that made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“I hope I’m not being too bold to assume that my title has been upgraded?” He asked with an anxious smile.

“Aaron Hotchner is this your attempt to ask me to be your girlfriend?” you laughed and a red tint tinged the tips of Aaron’s ears.

“Well…” Aaron couldn’t find the words.

You laughed loudly before throwing your arms around his neck and peppering his cheek and jawline with kisses.

“I’d love nothing more than to be officially known as your girlfriend.” You smiled and Aaron leaned up to place a bruising kiss on your lips. “You’re now my go-to wedding date.” You smiled brightly and Aaron chuckled.

***

One year later

A knock on his office door drew Aaron from his thoughts. He put down the file he had been looking at and turned to face the door where you were standing.

“Agent Y/L/N,” Aaron said in his ‘professional’ voice. “Come in.”

You walked into the office and shut the door behind you as you produced a pink envelope which Aaron rose an eyebrow at.

“What’s that?” He asked curiously.

“So, big news.” You began, a wide smile spreading across your face. “Livvy’s and Greg’s wedding invitation has just been delivered!”

“Brilliant,” Aaron replied in a monotonous tone, his eyes had drifted back to the file he had previously been reading.

“Aaron! This is important!” You scold him as you sit yourself down on the chair across from his desk.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’m listening. Liv’s wedding invitation, yes?”

“Yes! It’s in 3 months' time. 25th September in LA of course.” You smiled, sliding the invitation across the desk for Aaron to read.

“Is this your way of asking for the time off?” He asked, a teasing look in his eyes.

“you’re so funny…” you rolled your eyes. “I thought you’d know by now baby, you’re always my go-to wedding date remember.”

“Of course! How could I forget.” Aaron replied sarcastically but with a small smile on his lips. “Luckily this time, we won’t have to pretend we’re dating.”

You laughed as you took the invitation back from Aaron. “That’s very true!” Aaron stood up as he walked you to the door of his office.

“So save the date Hotchner, 25th September you’re coming back to LA with me. Back to see my psychotic family.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Y/L/N.” Aaron chuckled and leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Not very appropriate workplace behaviour Sir,” You teased him.

“It’s a good thing my blinds are closed then,” Aaron smirked and ducked his head down to place another searing kiss on your lips.

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What do they think Hamas wants? What do they think Israel is supposed to do? Do they seriously think Israel is supposed to be like sure here you go we are all going to leave Israel and you can have everything? Do they think that would bring about peace? I’m serious. Like really do they think there is anything Israel could do that would stop any of this? Do they think Israel should’ve done nothing and this situation would’ve just disappeared? Americans are the dumbest fucking people on the planet. Hamas wants compliance or death, that’s how terrorism works, that’s war.

Whoever is running the information warfare at Hamas is truly brilliant. The ideology of Islamists has been run through some kind of autotuner so it sounds like it came from a chapter in Pedagogy of the Oppressed and Western liberals are eating it up. While liberals are still catching up on which river and which sea the chant refers to, they still don't grasp that the end goal here is the elimination of the state of Israel entirely. And while 20% of Israelis are Arab Muslims, there are zero Jews in Gaza. The PR people are saying Zionist these days instead of Jews, so maybe it doesn't sound too bad when they say Kill All Zionists but that's just the English translation. Zionism is the creation of a Jewish state. Hamas will call it the 'Zionist entity' because they don't recognize it as a state. They don't recognize it because all states should be Muslim. Israel is occupying territory that should be Muslim. When they say 'end the occupation' it sounds like a call for liberation of an oppressed people, instead of the desire to destroy Israel, kill or expel the Jews and create a Muslim state in its place.

Yemen's Houthi rebels (who are currently attacking Israel) have a slogan "God is the Greatest, Death to America, Death to Israel, A Curse Upon the Jews, Victory to Islam" and I think it says a lot that they take the time to double down on how much they hate Jews/Israel instead of a single 'Houthis are great!' thrown into their own slogan.

The Islamists have noted the 'anti-colonial' rhetoric in Western universities and capitalized on it by positioning Israel as a proxy for the West and thus a scapegoat for the West's sins of imperialism. It does rely on some very old anti-Semitic tricks - because Jews assimilate fairly well (because they don't have an evangelical aspect to the faith) they are both within a culture and othered from the culture - the perfect scapegoat. Many liberals shrugged when the Nazis marching in Charlottesville chanted "Jews will not replace us" but the suspicion that Jews control the media, capitalism, also socialism, Hollywood (and any other center of power you can imagine) runs very deep in Western cultural anxiety. Imagining Israel as a prowerful villian is all too easy when you're primed to believe that.

A wild example of this is how Westerners view Israel as a colonialist power rather than a gathering point for religious refugees. The reality that Jews originated from the land of JUDEA should not be hard to grasp, but is conveniently ignored. The fact that they've negotiated with colonial powers like Britain and the UN is viewed as a sign of political power, even though the main goal of those colonial powers was to prevent Jewish refugees from flooding their own countries. And the memory that the post WW2 boost in political heft came at the price of the Holocaust in Europe, seems to have been lost. The reality that most Israelis are Jewish refugees expelled from Muslim countries, is conveniently ignored. There are enough white faces and dual citizens in Israel for guilty Westerners to find a convenient scapegoat to do all that decolonizing and let themselves be destroyed for our sins. Not that anyone is thinking that hard about it, it just feels right, because it's safe and convenient to accept blame and then shift it to someone else - no matter how many land acknowledgements they crank out.

I guess Westerners think colonizing is something only white people do, and they are blissfully unaware of the size and scope of the Arab Islamic Empires of the past. And also apparently unaware that Islamists explicitly say they want to recreate that empire. Zionists want a single state - and I have a lot of issues with the idea of a religious state at all, but no one can accuse Jews of ever having or wanting to create an Empire. Israel might be criticized for not having a more liberal democractic state, but Hamas isn't even trying to create one. It wants a single Muslim state occupying their entire region, where Jews are killed or expelled and Islamists can consolidate regional power - that's their goal. But the slogan is 'end the occupation' which sounds way nicer than 'end the occupation of land of Israel by Jews so we can make an Islamic state in its place and kill all the Jews who don't run away fast enough.'

Maybe it's that most Westerners don't live in a theocracy, and have no sense of just how controlling and energetic theocratic societies can be, that they can't grasp the idea of global jihad and what that really means. "The Caliphate is the answer" is written in Arabic on protest signs, flying under the radar of English-speakers and certainly not seen as hate speech, but when people tell you they want to establish a global world order under Islamic rule, and are actively coordinating their efforts between states and regions - you should believe them. Moderation is apostasy, punishable by death. Anyone negotiating with Israel faces opposition from more radical Islamists ready to take their place. This is why Islamists spend most of their time attacking more moderate Islamic states and leaders. And by 'moderate' I mean the Taliban, which can barely set up a state in Afghanistan - because it means diverting resources from expanding and conquering other areas. A group called ISIS-K is trying to overturn the Taliban to bring back the glory days of the Khorason, an entity so sprawling it would involve invading China, Pakistan, Iran, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan and Tajikistan, which would undoubtedly spark a global conflict. That doesn't phase them. Hamas can barely control the Palestinian Islamic Jihad, which rejects any peace accords with Israel including the Oslo accord. Dying as a martyr is the highest achivement - eternal war is not a problem. The Islamic world is failing to contain radical movements it created and supported for its own interests.

The Palestinians are a good microcosm of this. When Israel declared independence in 1948, the region was invaded by its neighbors. The war ended with Jordan occupying the West Bank and Egypt occupying Gaza and normally the people living there would have been absorbed into these countries, or created a self-governed state. Instead Palestinians, as a group, were created as a stateless people. They didn't want to form a state within the boundaries determined by the war, but instead remain as refugees from a war and promised the 'right of return' i.e. that Israel would be returned to them. Importantly, the war didn't have a declared end. It's still happening, which is how they are still refugees 75 years later. And they live in 'refugee camps', otherwise known as buildings and towns, but it's all temporary in this narrative. Does no one wonder why the pro-Palestinian rallies call for a ceasefire and not for peace? Peace is not desired, just a pause in fighting until they can regroup and try again.

A separate reality was created where the 1948 war is still happening, Israel is not real, it's a 'Zionist entity' occupying the land and that refugees includes everyone displaced by the 'ongoing' war, and all their descendants are refugees too because they have nowhere to live - because where they are living is just temporary. And ‘all they want is to go home’ (but not their current home for 3 generations, the home back in Israel ofc). In this world, they all have to right to live in the region that the zionist entity is occupying, where their duty is to establish a Muslim state. The purpose of this fiction is to create a perpetual problem for Israel, a stateless population whose entire existence is focused on them eventually overthrowing Israel. But it's had unexpected effects.

Palestinian refugees have been more than willing to bring violence to any country that has taken them in as immigrants. Their nationalists have a long list of assassinations of anyone who supports a peace treaty with Israel, including the King of Jordan, the former prime minister of Lebanon, Robert F Kennedy and more. They've also started a civil war in Jordan until they were expelled to Lebanon, where they hijacked a series of international flights and started a civil war there that lasted for 15 years. Palestinians living as refugees in Kuwait aided Saddam Hussein's invading army until they were expelled when his regime fell. These are the reasons none of Israel's neighbor's will accept any more Palestinian refugees, but the Islamist problem remains for any country in its path. What I have found most disturbing among feminists on Tumblr, however, is the complete wilful ignorance about Islamist ideology and its relationship to women. You think you’re ok with the Quran? Read it. There aren't many religions founded by a conqueror who wanted to rule the world. Read what it says about conquest, murder, torture, raping and enslaving non-Muslim women. Arab slave traders castrated men and bred female slaves who were kept as captive wives. Using sexual violence as a tool of war and as a reward for Islamic fighters is long documented and continues today. The birth rate in Gaza is about 5 children per woman and frequently exhorted to be higher. Why? Arafat said it most clearly ‘the womb of the Palestinian woman is the weapon that will defeat Israel.' Population and fertility are part of the political landscape and Islamist strategy. It's how Lebanon went from being a Christian majority country to a Muslim majority country today. There is no reason whatsoever that feminists - who have not shied away from criticizing the sexism of Christianity or Judaism - should mince words when it comes to criticizing Islam in the strongest possible terms. Islamists - who combine Islam with a goal for global dominance - should ring every alarm bell we have.

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fixing-bad-posts · 7 months

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I looked around and didn't see anything about this on your blog but I apologize if I missed it.

I was wondering, what does doing the work behind this blog...feel like? I guess what I'm asking is if it does anything to you. Like, I had a thought. For a flash, I imagined you as Butters from South Park in that episode where he is tasked with filtering out all the negative comments on Cartman's social media. It ended up really messing with Butters, what with him having to see all that negativity.

You're definitely not being affected to that extreme, I assume, but I wonder if you would have anything to say about the process of finding these negative posts and reading them several times to edit them. Has it exposed you to unpleasantness that you wouldn't have otherwise seen? Or is there perhaps a kind of catharsis in editing such filth?

I'm making a lot of assumptions here. Maybe I'm also asking about your process. I just think what you're doing is neat and would love to hear about your experience with it.

Thanks for reading and I hope you have plenty of reasons to feel joy <3

oh boy, i love talking about myself haha—so thank you for giving me an excuse to do so! i have answered similar questions in the past, though never at length. every once in a while, someone pops into the inbox to ask about my mental health (which, rest assured, is just fine—i don’t put this blog’s operation above anything; it’s honestly pretty low on my list of life-priorities), and it’s always quite sweet. having a mob of strangers following one’s sideblog has its perks: one being that sometimes parasociality results in some well wishes, kind thoughts, and general goodwill. which is very nice, and probably an unearned vanity-boost for my ego.

what does the work behind this blog feel like? in turns: mundane, challenging, vindicating, annoying, amusing… and probably other things that i’m forgetting. most of the work i do on this blog is actually me procrastinating! i am a certified adult with a job™, and i’m definitely guilty of slacking off at work sometimes to queue posts submissions from my inbox, which is more fun than like… proofreading financial documents and making spreadsheets. other times, i’m sitting in a café with my partner, and allegedly i’m “writing” fanfiction. but, uh, if you know any writers, you know that sometimes “writing” means, ‘looking at a blinking cursor’. so it’s in those moments that i open up tumblr and start writing image descriptions and adding tags to prep posts for my queue. that’s mainly when the blog feels mundane.

something that i think helps me avoid negative doomscroll-spirals is that i don’t actively seek out bad posts for this blog. being a citizen of the internet delivers fodder to me naturally. that, and running a semi-popular sideblog on tumblr. when i see a bad post in the wild, that’s when the feeling is annoying/challenging. challenging, because ever since starting this sideblog, hateful posts don’t feel as vicious to me. once i see them, they stop being posts and turn into word-puzzles. and i love word puzzles!

solving the word puzzle is amusing for me, as is getting to look at my resulting “blackout poem.” it makes me laugh, it stretches my brain. when i started, i used to have to read a post several times to find the ‘good post within the bad post’ so to speak. these days, i’m so used to it, i barely read the bad posts more than a handful of times. but as i was saying to my partner, one of the reasons i love found poetry (erasure poetry, and cut-up poetry) is that it uses the same part of my brain that loves scrabble (the board game). then, of course, it's vindicating to see my posts get so many notes, sometimes surpassing the original bad post. that's more of my own vanity, i'm sure.

as for the last part of your message: yes, i have plenty of reasons to feel joy. i work with people who respect me, i live walking distance from a bubble tea café, and have friends and family whom i love. i have the good fortune to be safely out as a queer person. i’m a fanbinder. i’m currently working on a long fanfiction which is getting some very nice comments on ao3. and i’ve recently decided to become a poet (like, for real).

i must admit, i’m fascinated by how you imagine me. i often wonder how i am perceived, especially because i keep many cards close to my chest here on my sideblog.

anyhow, thank you for this excuse to ramble about myself and the process of running this blog. i hope you also have plenty of reasons to feel joy 💛

#what are your headcanons about me i'm so curious #ask fbp #ittybittykittyfingers

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wagering · 10 months

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A Shot of Espresso

takami keigo x f!reader ≧◡≦

authors note: okay hiiii been writing for a long time, but never really posted before but i’m gonna try! didn’t proof read this ok xoxo

Being in a secret relationship with one of the most famous heroes in the world, really boosted your ego. That meant sneaking into your place outside of the city after late patrols or pretending to ‘save you’ only to sneak you away somewhere hidden for a quick lunch or a quickie.

Was it ideal? Fuck no, you wanted to be shown off. Keigo wanted to show you off like a shining diamond. You were amazing, strong, and just stunning but he was also terrified. The city was just getting more dangerous and while he knew you could handle your own, he couldn’t help but be protective of you.

This morning was different, he told his sidekicks to amp up patrols today, that he would be out of town for a bit. Nothing major, but just long enough he wouldn’t be able to do anything heroic that morning. He had stayed the night with you a few times before, but he would always leave before the crack of dawn.

Early bird gets the worm, or whatever.

He was yours. For the first time, since the start of your relationship he was yours. You weren’t the most romantic person, But this was something you needed. You didn’t wanna have to share him all the time. You were both heroes, you both had busy

You felt his body move next to you. He was trying to be sneaky, was he really trying to sneak out like a teenager?

“Keigo? It’s too early for you to leave. You’re mine this morning, not the world’s.”

“Oh little bird, I’m sorry I know I said I would stay but you know I have a huge day, and that big interview tonight!. Still gotta keep the Commission happy.” You rolled your eyes, rolling over as he threw the covers off. Not before sneaking a peak at his ass you loved so much.

Best of both worlds came with Kegio Takami. He was your world but he belonged to the world. There was never truly enough of him to go around and he knew that. Didn’t stop him from trying to make it work though.

You weren’t anything special enough you guessed for the commission for you both to be seen together. You questioned when the news would break and both of your worlds would be shaken up. Maybe he needed some shaking in that area of his life. You weren’t one to be insecure about anything but with somebody like Keigo, it was hard not to get in your head sometimes.

The rest of the afternoon passed without seeing Keigo, “he was such busy, busy bird.” you thought to yourself a bit sarcastically. You wouldn’t see him till much later tonight after he would sneak into your place, and get something to snack on and depending the time, just get in bed and wrap himself around you.

After the rest of your day was much less eventful, you decided to turn in early and watch this interview with ‘The Number 2 Hero, Hawks!!’ Social media was busy, you couldn’t wait.

“Ha! I know him more than you do.” you held the last syllable on the do, stringing it out longer to sing. Joking with yourself out loud and in replies to tweets you were scrolling through helped you feel bad. you swore it did.

The interview was finally starting.

“Tonight everybody we’re here with the best up and comer we’ve had in awhile! Hawks!” The cute host gestured to the entrance where Takami walked out, and the crowd went insane. Everybody loved the flying hero! You couldn’t even lie to yourself, feeling your whole body grow hotter as you watched him on your screen.

You laughed it off, ‘God! You’re acting like a teenage fangirl! he was literally in your bed this morning!’

“Thank you so much for having me tonight! I remember watching my favorite heroes on the show when I was younger!”

“Oh Hawks, you’re always the people’s hero! So you know me, let’s get the cat out of the bag! A lot of rumors are around lately, who’s the lucky girl?”

Oh no! the moment your anxiety had been dreading, he wouldn't say a word to just keep up appearances and it would honestly crush you. maybe you just didn’t know what it was like, but pro hero or not. It shouldn’t have mattered.

Takami threw his head back laughing. “Wow! Really coming in hot, huh?”

“You know, i always come in blazing!”

“It’s funny actually, and i’m gonna get some flack for this but yeah i am seeing somebody actually.” Your mouth dropped! The crowd cheered and screamed, the energy in that studio must have been off the charts!

“That’s how we start a show, ladies and gentlemen! With news you don’t get anywhere else! Tell us about them, Hawks, pretty please?”

You were hugging a couch pillow close to your chest now, “Yes hawks, tell us about her.”

It took him a moment to reply, getting himself more comfortable in his chair. “Well you know, i’m protective so I'm not actually gonna say who it is.” He told her, getting a bit of whining from the crowd. “but I can tell you, they’re like a shot of espresso. it’s like feeling sunshine for the first time. it’s really something special i don’t know if i’ve ever had for myself before, if i’m being honest.”

A Shot. of. Espresso.

It was official you were acting like a teenage fangirl, absolutely swooned by Takami. What a cheesy way to explain it! Every doubt of your relationship had melted away almost immediately.

You were prepared to return the affection when he snuck in after the show. Dealing with everything that could come from this would have to wait till tomorrow. When Takami was here with you, its the only world that mattered.

#my hero academia #hawks #keigo takami #bnha #bnha x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #self insert #mine*#writing*

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singaporesainz · 4 months

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Multiple hot takes in this one:

I think people who keep up with wags are weird especially those who make fan pages and defend them like they know them especially for the wags who literally never interact with people so you don’t even know their personalities. I think it’s also weird when you see a photo of a driver with their partner ie Oscar and lily and people go oh she’s Barbie and he’s there I guess like you can compliment her but putting down a person to compliment another is crazy to me. It’s just icky because if someone said that to my partner or about them I’d be upset. It’s just weird 😰 obviously there are exceptions for if they’re in their own field and you genuinely like their work then that’s okay. Like Alex’s gf lily who’s a pro golfer, but only liking their stuff when it’s attached to said driver and them being a wag is the weird bit.

Speaking of Oscar, this is more Charles fans, I love Charles a lot but those Charles fans who come out of the woodwork to use Oscar to put lando down is insane. Lando will have a bad stop and Oscar will do a good thing and I just see all these Charles fans saying Oscar finally showing lando he’s washed or I bet landos pissed Oscar won before him, which has been proven wrong on many occasions he’s proud of Oscar and does everything to bring it up knowing Oscar won’t really brag about it . Like you guys should be more worried about what war Ferrari is brewing over there instead of trying to make it seem like lando and Oscar hate eachother.

Which brings me to my third take, I love c2 content it’s great but people who are deluding themselves into thinking they’re besties is crazy. It’s okay they can just be teammates no one’s gonna die. I feel like people use the excuse oh well would you laugh with someone you hated? Uh yes especially if I have to work with them, you can also have good times with someone you don’t like. Plus they get paid for this so obviously theyre gonna laugh and do whatever to secure their seats. I’m not saying they hate eachother either I’m just saying they’re coworkers atleast and at most friends but those type of friends you make in certain classes so it makes time go faster ya know.

Also Carlos needs to muzzle his mother because lord I would not let my family members have twter accounts or social media accounts. The way you could literally lose your seat over something a family member likes is crazy. Like why was she beefing with Ferraris long standing driver you’d think she’d want her son to keep his chair especially since Carlos’ sponsor backing is leaving the team. I’d be all up on twter liking c2 content and even some Charles posts congratulating him on doing good like cmon. Shit talking your competitor isn’t gonna work with Carlos like it did his dad in rallying but that’s neither here nor there

One last thing which might be so controversial but like I gotta say it. Checo hate is ridiculous, Yes he made the woman should be in the kitchen statement but you have to understand that was a long time ago and after that incident he apologized profusely and he even has an organization to help young women in motorsports and always mentions the women who work in motorsports. Yes he shouldn’t have said it in the first place but he has learned and grown and showed that he grew from that. It’s a lot more than some of the current drivers who have said or laughed at jokes at women’s expenses and never apologize. hate him for cheating, like honestly there’s a few drivers I don’t like because of cheating that’s just a moral thing on my end but I think the unnecessary hate is unneeded.

This just came to me while rereading this but also those people who compared Bianca being ableist to lando moaning in stream are mad weird. So obsessed too like yall are missing the whole point of why everyone’s upset just so you can whine about how you don’t like lando like he’s not a 25 year old man who can do what he wants. Lando being silly and horny on stream is not the same as using autism as a derogatory word towards another driver who is doing your dream job ((finishing 27th in your championship while your teammates all finished 1-2-3 is embarrassing) (don’t even get me started on her exploiting her brother))

Anyways just wanted to get that off my chests sorry for the essay 🤞😺

girlie pop this is an ESSAY, and im glad you decided to get it off your chest on my blog fr. though i will say that i do not have it in me to respond to every point to great detail so, sorry.

keeping up with wags -> i've been saying this and i agree. wag obsessed people are fucking weird i could go into heavy detail and i have.

oscar -> i didn't think charles fans were doing that thought it was just people who had a general distaste for lando. i've seen the discourse about how lando is probably hurt/salty/angry but people like to make something out of nothing. theyre bored.

c2 -> my personal take is theyre strictly work friends. like neither of them would go out of their way to try and hangout beyond the track, but they get along fine when they need to. i dont think there are any ill feelings there btjm

carlos's mom -> yeah don't know what to say about this except she's a mom being a mom, and not realizing that her likes are public. can't speak to reyes and her ways, as i've said before i try not to pay too much attention to watch goes on outside of carlos really.

checo hate -> i know it exists but i havent come across it to get into detail. but wild loud hate on any driver i think is fucking ridiculous. like the haters who are loud and proud and harassing the driver?? theyre gross and pathetic.

bianca discourse -> didn't know people were comparing??? girlie idk what side of social media you're on but it sounds like a weird and scary place. and people who are doing that are just trying to find a way to diminish her and validate their burning desire to just hate on her.

#hot take hotline #wag discourse #oscar piastri #c2 #carlos sainz #checo perez #bianca busamante

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shrimpmandan · 1 year

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Ngl with the amount of antis who interact with my works or end up following me on social media I’m REALLY losing my empathy for when they freak out about proshippers following/interacting with them. Like. Why the fuck am I putting in all this effort to unfollow and block antis, checking for DNIs and signs of discomfort so I can respect their boundaries, when 90% of the time they don’t do the same? I can understand not checking everyone who follows YOU, but following others? Not even a brief check? Does there need to be a giant neon glowing sign for them to take the hint?

I still tend to unfollow/unmutual antis, if not hardblock them depending on how bad they are, but it’s really fucking funny how quickly they’ll victimize themselves for being in the proximity of a proshipper that they themselves followed and who doesn’t really keep it a secret. In a weird way I’ve started taking pride in the antis who leave kudos on my AO3 and shit. I don’t owe ‘em shit, I don’t consider practically anyone on social media to be a friend outside of Discord, I lose nothing for them fucking off or sticking around at the end of the day. If they end up throwing a hissyfit over what other content I write in my own time that’s their problem lmao.

Though I really should write more problematic Cuphead fics. Might get some of them to take the hint. For as much as I love TCS, I’m really beginning to miss the Cuphead game era of fandom where seeing problematic content was pretty common place, even if 2016-2018 was the peak of stupid cringe culture content online. I think that was my first exposure to Cupmug/Cupcest actually lmfao. Adult YouTubers pointing and laughing at it and calling it ‘cringe’, blasting it in front of their knowingly underage fanbase because cringe content was majority consumed by dumb preteens. Funny how that works out eh?

Side note: Calamug, Devilcup, and Devilmug were all also decently popular ships back in 2017. Devildice was still easily the biggest, but do not fucking think there weren’t HEAPS of toxic fics about ‘em. Everyone knew they were at least a little fucked up and unhealthy. Boss and employee is a power dynamic. Hot power dynamic, yes, but one regardless. The hypocrisy in this fandom is hilaaarious.

Anyways. I’ll get around to Ch 2 of Don’t Stop Singing eventually. It’s still in the works. I’m just frankly exhausted with the current state of the Cuphead fandom, though I guess at the absolute least most of the cesspit is contained to Twitter. Not to say there aren’t antis on here, but there’s way less. I can deal with muting people on AO3 if it means I can enjoy myself in peace. Granted, after I post ch 2 of that fic, I’ll probably move on to another fandom for some time. Again: not that I don’t enjoy Cuphead still, just kind of tired. I’m still eager to hear more news, but if we don’t get a new season, then. Oh well I guess. At least I can take solace in the fact that none of the folks that worked on the show particularly care about this stupid internet shit-- Dave Wasson and Grey DeLisle interacting with/outright shipping Chadice respectively, DD also interacting with both proshippers and antis amicably. It’s just suffocating as an actual writer and fancreator being mostly unable to engage with the fandom (or most fandoms tbqh) without putting up a bunch of emotional barriers.

I didn’t even get hit with harassment as heavily as some other proshippers in the fandom. Won’t name anyone in particular of course, but I’ve watched people get bullied off the platform while antis gloated after the fact. I was harassed by a popular fanartist who STILL interacts with my works and the most amicable assumption is just that he doesn’t know it’s me. I got the LEAST bad harassment, but that required me putting up all these emotional barriers and blocking like half of the fandom.

All so I can not worry about possibly being harassed. Possibly. And it’s so fucking tiring to have to do all the time, but I refuse to abandon my values just because it’d be ‘easier’. No amount of not labeling myself as proship would change the fact that I like and have both written and consumed problematic content for well over a decade. And I would not give it up for the fucking world, because I think as someone who went through utter HELL in real life, that if nothing else I should GET to express what that did to my brain instead of censoring it for a bunch of internet nobodies who don’t truly care for someone like me to begin with. It’s a lot easier to burn out on fandom when you both can’t make friends, and also don’t want to, because the first time you tried you got harassed.

I’m eternally grateful for the other proshippers and neutrals in the fandom. Keep on chuggin’.

#personal #cuphead #the cuphead show #yes im putting this in main tags. there is no fucking way people don't know im proship at this point #proship #pro ship #proshipping #pro shipping #anti anti #anti fanpol #profic #pro fic #pro fiction #profiction #okay to reblog

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thepathlesstrekked · 10 months

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I feel like I come in here once a year and ramble on about maybe being back and starting writing again.

Aaaand here it is this year!

Stepping away from something that was such a huge part of your life and coming back to find it...off, is so odd. Like traveling back to a place you visited every summer only to find out your favorite coffee shop has a different owner and nothing tastes right anymore. Also you stopped drinking coffee and now you can’t tell if their coffee was always bad or if you’re just not as into it anymore.

I still love Star Trek, but I don’t really know what the fandom looks like anymore, or how active it is. No other fandoms have really caught my interest with the intensity of Star Trek. I don’t know what to write about in the fandom space anymore, but I’m not sure I want to expose myself by posting purely original work.

I also realize that even the blog names I do recognize (The few that are the same) I don’t necessarily remember who is attached to them so that’s a little discouraging.

I guess it’s just a matter of finding my space in Tumblr again, if Tumblr even stays enough of the same site to have a space to find. So here’s to tentatively using this as a social media platform again. I certainly missed the niche jokes and absurdist takes.

I’m just in such a desperately different (read: better) time in my life and it would be nice to celebrate that by getting back to some things I used to love, in whatever capacity that is now.

Hell, maybe I’ll finish The Porcelain Horse, if anyone even remembers that. I can guarantee the writing won’t be the same, probably not as good, but it’ll be finished. That would be kinda cool.

#hush sefie #mckirk #because that's where I used to hang #so maybe some old school buds will see it #also skill regression is very #very real

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wooahaes · 2 years

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together

pairing: ot13 & fem!american!reader

prompt: n/a [priv bday list]

word count: 3.3k~

warnings: food mention. surprise party. very bad attempt to convince reader that this isn’t a birthday thing. also some implied angst with reader not having bday celebrations growing up.

daisy’s notes: never thought i’d make it to 22 but here we are. also sorry that readers american this ones admittedly mostly for me lol i could have written more but admittedly i’m kinda burnt out and i’m probably gonna take a break from posting anything for a few days (if i post after this, know it was probably written during these two weeks and just scheduled to post before i wrote this). happy birthday to me, i guess. wish i had cute men to celebrate with lol

It had all started with one offhand comment that was never meant to be anything more than a simple fact.

As willingly told by you, the truth of the matter was this: you hadn’t had a birthday party since you were a small kid. It hadn’t been a ploy to earn pity, and everyone knew that. Honestly, no one thought you even meant to admit it. But you’d been hanging out with them all for once, and nodding along to the topic of both Junhui and Soonyoung’s birthdays coming up next month before Seungkwan remembered that (although you never told him the exact day) that you had mentioned your birthday was coming up sometime before. Someone else had prompted to see if you had plans--Seokmin, maybe, but you’d never be a hundred percent on every who and what happened that day--and you had stopped whatever you were doing to look up at him.

“I don’t make birthday plans,” you had said with a casual shrug. “No one’s ever around to celebrate.”

Someone else--Jun, you were almost positive--looked up from his drink and whatever side-conversation he’d been having with Minghao. “What about when you were a child?”

You didn’t meet his gaze, going back to scrolling through your social media. “No one was around except family since it was summer break.”

Joshua had nodded along when you rattled that tidbit off, being the only other person who was in the states long enough to know the feeling--albeit his being a result of a winter birthday. You couldn’t decide which one was worse: a birthday right at the end of the year when everyone was celebrating the year ending, or a birthday within days of school letting out. Both had their pros and cons, and you shrugged it off. You weren’t the only person with a summer birthday. School would let out and it always seemed like everyone your age was jet-setting across the country, or heading down to a theme park, or doing anything but being present in your life past a passing “happy birthday” text or social media post. But in truth, it didn’t bother you. You had said both statements with a shrug, uncaring and lacking any melancholy. It was just a fact to you: aside from the years you celebrated with your family, you hadn’t really celebrated your birthday in years. But it stuck with people like Seungkwan, who had been sitting next to you and hanging onto every word and looked more hurt than you ever did when you admitted it; and Seokmin, who had at first shrugged it off but let it sit far too long in the back of his mind afterward until it hit him with how lonely a life like that must have been.

The pause in the room had been too much, and you immediately too the chance to announce that you didn’t need anything. No presents, no parties, no nothing aside from maybe being kept in their thoughts, or even a little “happy birthday” wish if any of them felt up to it. That would mean a lot to you.

So, of course, being your friend, it couldn’t just stop there. It had been a while since all of them had a nice get-together without work looming over them, and if it so happened they all managed to spring for the weekend before your birthday... then it didn’t count as a birthday party, right? Maybe they’d get a cake and it’d just be there by happenstance. It wasn’t a party planned for you as much as it was a fun night that you happened to join them for. Completely different than what you said.

Finding and renting out a space wasn’t a problem at all: there were plenty of open-air spaces that they could get, large enough houses that they could at least give you a room to yourself for the night while bunking up with one another. The issue lied in organizing everything for the weekend-of. Enough groceries to feed fourteen had been bought and toted into the kitchen, where Mingyu and Junhui were both promptly placed in charge of handling all the cooking. Seokmin and Joshua both were left to assist--with the latter drifting from task to task as he was needed--due to the number of dishes they’d have to make for their lot plus you. Team “Please don’t even breathe on the food until it’s done” (Wonwoo, Vernon, Soonyoung: all of which were okay with staying away to be honest) were tasked with decorating the main area of the house and backyard with both Seungcheol and Jihoon overlooking part of it. Nothing too flashy, nothing too birthday party-esque: just something that would spruce up the place and make it look nice. And if just so happened that Minghao’s artistic direction happened to include something with your favorite color, then so be it. Nothing wrong with a little subtle nod toward you--although Jeonghan was soon enlisted in decor due to his self-proclaimed bad cook title keeping him from helping with the food. Seungkwan had parked himself on the couch, phone in hand, with Chan looking over his shoulder as the two continued to put together a playlist with you in mind.

Several hours into that process, Chan finally looked up with an aimless “Hyung?” When someone looked over, he continued on, “Who’s bringing her here?”

Ah. Right. No one had been assigned that responsibility yet. They were waiting for things to get mostly done before you were ever brought back into the picture.

The thing was: you were blissfully unaware that you wouldn’t be crashing with them that weekend. The lie that Seungcheol fed you to get you to pack a bag for an overnight stay had admittedly been a little half-assed and nothing past the fact that they needed you to stay over and help with preparations for a vague something that they’d fill you in on when the details were more ironed out. It was stupid, but you had nodded along and said you’d be ready whenever someone came to pick you up from your apartment. Despite the fact you were, at least seemingly, unaware, that still meant someone who wouldn’t accidentally spill to you would have to come pick you up. Soonyoung and Chan would definitely say something if you prodded them with the right questions, most likely offhandedly because you seemed to have a way with words like that, so they were immediately struck off the list. Mingyu and Junhui had been, too, since they were already busy enough--and so had both Joshua and Seokmin, for that matter. Anyone who could be moved over to speed up the rest of the food process would be, which mainly left--

“Are we drinking?” Jeonghan had spoken up from where he curled up in an armchair, escaping work for a bit as he scrolled through social media for a bit. “I don’t think anyone bought drinks.”

... Which meant someone would have to pick that up without you noticing as well. It wouldn’t be hard--just buy drinks before they get you--but it did mean that they’d have to ward you away from seeing all of that. The weekend was for them to good off, to have fun, and you didn’t work until the following weekdays. If you wanted to drink, you could without worrying too bad about a hangover impeding that sort of thing.

“I can go,” Wonwoo finally spoke up, having checked the time on his phone.

Which then led to Seungcheol also offering to go with him, as the person who initially asked you to spend the night. Wonwoo would definitely need the extra hands for buying enough alcohol for this not-birthday-party, and he felt he could be convincing enough to keep you out of the loop. The two headed out, leaving everyone to finish up what they needed to do while they were gone. Getting the drinks was the easy part, including hiding everything in the very back of the car with the hopes that Seungcheol could steer you to the passenger seat fast enough to keep you from noticing. All he had to do was keep your eyes on him.

By the time they arrived, you’d been sitting outside, your little bag hanging off of your shoulder. Seungcheol immediately went to greet you, extending a hand toward your bag with an insistent need to carry it. He watched as you looked from him to Wonwoo, and then back to him for a moment.

“Are you two okay? You look nervous.”

They both shared a look, at a loss for what could have spurred that comment. Seungcheol changed the topic, “You look tired. Have you been busy?”

With a heavy sigh, you launched into a rant as you followed him to the car. When you said you could stay, you had forgotten you left all your chores for today, and decided that you’d spend all day doing them. Cleaning your apartment, washing all of your laundry and putting it away, properly making your bed for once and wrestling with that stupid fitted sheet for far longer than you meant to--

Distraction complete.

Wonwoo had pulled back onto the road, an innocent enough “If you want to take a nap, you should,” spilling from him as he did.

Seungcheol waited as you looked over to Wonwoo, studying him for a moment. If you were catching on, he couldn’t tell. But soon enough you had shrugged it off, saying that half an hour or so wasn’t that much but it would probably help, and you thanked him for thinking of you. He nearly sighed in relief as he watched you settle in, eyes fluttering shut--and immediately mouthed his thanks to Wonwoo for the suggestion. One wrong comment and you’d figure it out. You were smart, after all. The only thing keeping both of them positive that you were unaware was the fact you hadn’t confronted them, and both knew that you would have.

Which, really, you shouldn’t: this wasn’t a birthday party, as they kept saying throughout the day. It was a party you happened to be invited to that also happened to have a cake there. Plenty of parties had cakes. Cake was cake.

Even if it meant driving slower in certain places, Wonwoo drove smoothly to keep you from waking up early. You deserved some rest in general (all of your friends were aware of how little you could sleep most nights), and it happened to buy time for the others to get things as done as they could. Seungcheol sat in the backseat, phone in hand and on silent as he kept everyone updated on their whereabouts and watched updates roll in on progress. Thankfully, it hadn’t been much: the finishing touches that he was reassured would be done by the time he and Wonwoo arrived with you. When you didn’t awake when they arrived, the two took the chance to get their supply of alcohol into the house--with the help of a few others who had to stay as quiet as they could.

With everything set in place, that just left Seungcheol to wake you up. He retrieved your bag from the back, and gently tapped on your window to try and wake you up. A second few knocks finally made you stir, eyes fluttering open as you looked up at him with furrowed brows. He nodded toward the house, made up something about temporary lodgings for the night, and watched you fumble with your seat-belt. He pulled the door open, a head gently landing on top of your head to keep your drowsy self from bumping it against the top of the car as you climbed out.

“Where’s Wonwoo?” You said, yawning and stretching. He could hear your joints pop a little. Hopefully you had decent enough sleep on the way over.

Seungcheol nodded toward the house. “He went ahead inside,” he said, shutting the passenger door after nudging you aside. It clicked locked a second later. “Did you have a nice nap?”

As you followed him up toward the house, you nodded. “Felt kinda long, but that’s probably good, right?”

Seungcheol wasn’t going to tell you that it was long. He just nodded along and let you step up to the door before him, stopping momentarily to shift your bag as naturally as he could.

You had turned to him while opening the door, already starting to say something about how you could just take the couch for the night so the guys wouldn’t have to worry too much about splitting up. Really, you’d been fine with a hotel nearby, and it did feel a little weird that there weren’t actual accommodations for you. The moment you had stepped inside, you were hit with twelve voices screaming out a “surprise!” at once, making you jolt back and nearly stumble into Seungcheol while swearing. It earned a laugh from a few, including Seungcheol who had braced you with his arms and kept you from turning tail and booking it out with a plan to yell at them later.

“Is this a birthday party?” You immediately asked, “Because I told all of you that I didn’t want any presents or a party or--”

Joshua waved off the thought, ”It’s not a birthday party. We were having a get together anyway and thought we’d bring you.”

Jeonghan also spoke up, “Also, there’s a cake in the kitchen because your birthday is coming up and Mingyu wanted an excuse to bake.” You pretended you didn’t see Mingyu shoot him a look at that, mouthing something you didn’t quite catch. “It’s a happy coincidence,” Jeonghan added on, collapsing onto a couch.

Seungcheol slipped past you, saying something about how you had a room upstairs completely to yourself. You barely heard him, breath caught in your throat as you felt yourself welling up with tears. Happy, you told yourself: you’d never had a surprise party. You never had any birthday surprises, for the most part. It was a lot to take in, and you took a shudder-y breath in before hearing someone ask what was wrong.

“You all suck at lying,” you said, reaching up to wipe at your face.

Seungkwan was already on his way over to you, hugging you tight. “Are you really upset?” He asked quietly. “You can yell at us if you’re mad--”

“I didn’t want anyone to worry about me,” you said, wiping furiously at your eyes. “You’re all busy, and I didn’t even mean to tell you guys, and I didn’t want any of you to pity me--”

Seungcheol came over, your bag still hanging off his shoulder as he reached out to rest a hand on your arm. “We had the rest of today and tomorrow free to rest,” he said. “We were going to have fun while we could, and we thought we’d bring you along since you deserved to have a good birthday this year. If you really want to go home, we’ll take you--”

You waved that off with a quiet, panicked “No--“ as you tried to regain your composure. “I just... I didn’t want any of you to worry about me. I didn’t want you guys to feel like this was something you need to do. I don’t like getting special treatment from you guys just because we’re friends.”

Seungkwan held you tight again as you felt another wave of tears threatening to rise up, and you bury your face in his shoulder to hide your shame.

“It’s okay to want to that, though,” Vernon spoke up from where he’d curled up in a chair. “It’s your birthday. If you keep putting yourself last, it’s just going to harm you in the future.”

Minghao nodded along, hand resting in his lap. “It’s okay to want to be treated like this.”

The rest of the group agreed in their own ways--encouraging words because you deserved good things, or comforting statements that reminded you that it was your birthday. Not everyone viewed their birthday as a big deal, but you were entitled to want some recognition. You’d made it this far, after all. There was nothing with wanting someone to see that and celebrate the fact you were still kicking.

The moment you pulled yourself back together, Seungkwan was changing the topic. He put together a playlist for you with Chan’s help, and was happy to connect his phone and let you pick the first song. Karaoke was definitely an option later if you were so inclined (and, maybe just to hear him sing, you’d take him up on the offer), but it was time to celebrate you. Between listening to Seokmin’s jokes and watching Chan antagonize Seungkwan playfully, things were starting to clear up. Mingyu had rested an arm around you at one point, your legs draped across his lap as you watched the others re-enact something dumb just to make everyone laugh.

It was nice. You knew you’d be spending your birthday mostly on your own this year, everyone busy once again, but... This was nice. Laughing with Jeonghan and singing with Jihoon and sloppily trying to rap alongside Vernon was nice. Wonwoo gave you the space you needed to break away from the others for a bit, talking about the way his gaming had gone recently. Minghao was happy to talk to you about how much he had done for setting up the decor, the colors he had picked out because he knew one of them was your favorite, and the conversation turned to talking about the museums the two of you always ended up talking about. He promised he’d take you to one next time he and a few others went. Even if he didn’t hold to it for whatever reason (conflicting schedules, your needing to do something else, anything could have come up), the sentiment still warmed your heart.

All of it did. Seungkwan bouncing excitedly next to you as he roped you back in for karaoke, an arm hooked around you as you tried for the high score on some female soloist’s song; the game of mafia you managed to win (all while being the doctor, successfully clocking Soonyoung based purely on the sparkle in his eye when he met yours for a split second, and managing to save a all-too-knowing Jihoon) and the tight hug around the shoulders you received from the dead-police Seungcheol who’d been taken out far too early. You excused getting Soonyoung as the fact that he definitely seemed a little too chaotic, but you definitely think he just slipped up somewhere. The toast that you had shared with them that night in the backyard, everyone cozy and chatting idly before Seungkwan decided that you, for whatever reason (you excused it as birthday excitement), deserved a toast. For being hardworking, for noticing the little things, for being a good friend to all of them when they needed it. While you never saw your bond with them as strong as the bond they held with each other, it was more than nothing.

It left you crying into Joshua’s shoulder, Jeonghan leaning his weight into you from your other side and teasing you a little. You’d forget all of the exact words one day, but the feeling would stay. You thanked them all for watching over you, for supporting you as much as they could. The night dissolved into idle chatter and softer music playing over the speakers, and soon enough you’d start to fall asleep against Jeonghan before someone gently nudged you awake and told you that you should crash somewhere else. You had listened for about half a second before settling back in, head resting back against Jeonghan’s as you slipped back into sleep for a bit.

They’d wake you in a bit. You deserved to rest after all the excitement of the day. Maybe they’d tease Jeonghan for falling asleep on the soon-to-be birthday girl in order to get out of cleaning up, but they’d leave you alone this time. You’d had enough excitement for one day.

And hopefully, you’d get that amount of excitement tenfold next year, if you let them in again.

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #svt ot13

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psychotic4ghost · 10 months

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:Siren & The 141:

A/n: This chapter really is just filler, I won't lie. I also wanted to start expanding on Mykie and Ghost's relationship a little more :) WC: 2182 Masterlist prev pt next pt

🚨 Warnings 🚨 Drinking, alcohol, drunk people, fluff, banter

Chapter 5 - Banter Shamnter

The morning had rolled around. Mykie carefully slid out of bed, her shoulder was stiff from sleeping on her back. She was ordered to see the nurse every morning for meds and ice. Mykie stumbled to her small bathroom, brushed her teeth, put on deodorant (to the only armpit she could lift her arm to reach), and headed toward the door.

She was stopped by a small folded piece of paper that had been slid under her door.

Mykie scanned the note and giggled to herself. She shoved the note in her sweatpants pocket and headed towards the nurse’s quarters.

“Alright, as promised, I’m here,” Mykie announced as she entered the nurse’s office.

“Good, you’re late. Is your shoulder giving you trouble?” She asked politely.

“Only, a little. Those pain meds you gave me worked wonders. I am extremely stiff though.”

“Have a seat, I’ll take a look.” The nurse directed her as she grabbed some gauze and other items needed for her rebandaging.

“I already know this is gonna hurt.” Mykie nervously chuckled as she sat down on the examination table.

The nurse made quick work of changing the gauze that was wrapped tightly around Mykie’s shoulder.

Mykie pushed open the heavy doors to the mess hall, the clatter echoing in the empty room. Excused from drills for a few weeks while she healed, she found herself alone in the spacious hall. Taking a seat at one of the tables, she pulled out her phone and mindlessly scrolled through social media posts from acquaintances in the outside world. Puppies, weddings, and growing families filled her feed, evoking a mixture of longing and contemplation.

As Mykie sighed, her thoughts were interrupted by the abrupt entrance of Soap into the mess hall. He plopped down across from her with a tired sigh. "That was one hell of a morning. How did your morning go?" he asked, seeking some camaraderie.

"Nurse visit," Mykie replied, absentmindedly fidgeting with her phone. "She redid my wraps. It hurt, but not as bad as getting shot, so I guess there's that."

Ghost quietly took a seat next to Mykie, a bit closer than usual, while Gaz occupied the seat on her other side, engrossed in his own thoughts.

Sensing an opportunity for some banter, Soap leaned forward, resting his head on his hands. "So, wanna tell us anything?" he prodded, his curiosity evident.

"No?" Mykie raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

Soap persisted, undeterred. "You sure? Sounded like you were up late last night."

Caught off guard, Mykie stumbled for a response. "Uh, well, I have insomnia, so maybe you heard me working out to tire myself?" she offered, regretting her choice of explanation.

"Working out, huh?" Soap's grin grew wider, sensing a hidden story.

"Yes, Soap. I was working out," Mykie replied, rolling her eyes, hoping to divert suspicion.

Soap narrowed his eyes, undeterred by her deflection. "Well, if you're gonna work out in the middle of the night, don't hit the wall with your bed. And was Ghost helping? Because of your arm?" he quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I was alone, dealing with this searing pain, all by myself," Mykie retorted, trying to maintain her composure.

Soap let out a defeated sigh, shrugging his shoulders. "I know what I saw, him leaving your room but if you want to deny it, so be it. I know y'all were fucking."

Ghost nearly spat out his morning tea, Mykie choked on her bacon, and Gaz burst into snorts of laughter.

"That's a bold assumption, Soap," Ghost managed to say after composing himself.

"Did you guys forget that Mykie and I share a wall? The walls may be brick, but you can still hear shiet," Soap said matter-of-factly, relishing the reactions.

"I was alone, Soap," Mykie retorted, her tone playfully hissing.

Soap shrugged his shoulders, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "If you say so."

“Even if I...had Ghost over, what would it matter, hm?" Mykie's voice took on a defensive edge, her frustration mounting.

"It wouldn't matter. But see how you're breaking? I mentioned it, and now you're getting all defensive, Mykie. Why get defensive if there's no reason?" Soap's grin grew wider, his plan to rile her up seemingly successful.

Ghost took notice of Mykie's mood shift; she was turning pink, and her leg was bouncing non-stop. He gently placed his hand on her thigh, trying to offer comfort and calm her down.

"Ugh, whatever. Yeah. He was in my room," Mykie responded, rolling her eyes and leaning back slightly.

"I knew it! What does this mean? Y'all dating?!" Soap interjected eagerly.

Before Mykie could respond, Ghost cut in, his tone firm yet understanding. "Soap, drop it. Let her be. She'll tell you when she's ready."

But Mykie couldn't resist a playful retort. "No, no. It's fine. It just means I was the victorious one, the one who could break the cold hard shell of Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Something Soap couldn't do," she smirked, clearly teasing.

Soap, ever the joker, couldn't resist a witty response. "That's not fair! You have tits, I am clearly at a disadvantage," he gasped, playing along.

Ghost couldn't help but roll his eyes at their banter. "Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath.

Mykie raised an eyebrow, ready to engage in the playful exchange. "You think tits were the only thing that let me win?" she retorted, challenging Soap's assumption.

Soap's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Well, yeah, look at 'em!" he responded, playfully emphasizing his point.

“Soap. Drop it.” Ghost warned.

“Fine, fine. What are y’all then?” Soap continued despite saying he would drop it.

Mykie and Ghost both rolled their eyes this time. “Not much. We aren’t sure yet. Don’t make a big deal out of it.” Mykie pointed a threatening finger at Soap. “Eat your damn breakfast.”

Soap continued to poke fun at Ghost and Mykie for the rest of the day. It didn’t take long for Price to catch on. He gave them a small lecture about how this could impact the team. But Mykie, being snarky and stubborn, told him it wouldn’t be an issue. Of course, as soon as she walked away, Ghost and Price burst into laughter.

The night was coming to a close, dinner was just starting and everyone was sitting around again.

“Did you hear that overwatch is putting the mission on hold?” Gaz asked the group as Mykie and Ghost joined them.

“For about two weeks.” Ghost chimed in.

“Two weeks? Why, L.T.?” Soap asked, quite confused.

Ghost shifted closer to the team, “After our last mission, with no intel being at the site, we have no leads. Overwatch is doing all they can. But until we are given a new mission, we’re on standby. If you choose to leave, stay close. You are still on call.” Ghost informed.

A shit eating grin formed on Soap’s face, “So I can go to the nearest pub, is what you’re saying?”

Ghost sighed followed by another eye roll. “Yes.”

Soap and Mykie both locked eyes and gave each other a rather hard fist bump. “We should go tonight! I could really use a shot.” Mykie suggested to the whole group. Gaz, Soap, Alejandro and Rudy all agreed. (Price was dragged along as they were heading out the door.)

“Ghost? You’ll come right?” Mykie asked as she noticed his lack of response.

“Are you going to let me say no?”

“Nope!” Mykie beamed at her Lieutenant. As soon as the clock hit 7:00pm, the team had clambered into a few of the jeeps on base and took off to the nearest pub. Ghost insisted on driving. Mykie took the passenger seat and Gaz, Soap and Alejandro climbed in the back. Price and Rudy chose to ride separately.

“I’ve never been to this one.” Soap glanced up at the neon lights above the bar door.

“It’s a new one I wanted y’all to try.” Alejandro piped in.

The boys and Mykie filed into the medium sized pub. Alejandro ordered the table a few rounds of cheap shots. Soap and Mykie didn’t hesitate to start their fun.

The sound of fancy shoes tapped the floor as a middle aged woman with blonde hair pulled into a neat bun approached their table.

“Laswell.” Price tipped his hat.

“Price. Good to see the team.” The lady, Mykie now presumed was named Laswell, joined the table.

“This is Mykie. I sent you her files.” Price informed, nodding to Mykie who had just finished her second shot, now a little embarrassed. This person definitely seemed important and now her first impression of Mykie was her knocking back shots.

“No need to worry about first impressions, Mykie.” Laswell chuckled as she watched Mykie quickly choke back her shot and sit up properly. “My name is Kate Laswell, station chief. And a close friend of John Price.”

Mykie stuck a hand out across the table for Laswell to shake. She took her hand without hesitation. “Price informed of this little get together and extended and invite, that’s all.”

“You can stop with the formal tone, Laswell.” Price chuckled.

The rest of the table gave out some hearty chuckles. They all continued their drinking. Price, Rudy, Ghost, and Laswell all ordered some form of drink on the rocks, something to sip.

“Mykie, what’s your call sign?” Laswell asked the now very intoxicated Mykie.

“Siren.” Mykie giggled out.

“It’s ‘cause she’s smokin’ hot and lures in the lads. Makes ‘em easier to take out, ye ken?” Soap slurred out, his accent was almost too thick for anyone to understand. The whole table burst out in more laughter. “I mean look at ‘er. Damn!” He continued his slurred complements until Ghost gave him a good smack on the back of the head. “That’s enough Johnny.” He grumbled.

“It’s more like 'cause she’s loud.” Gaz snorted. Mykie leaned over and punched Gaz rather lazily in the shoulder.

“How many shots have you guys had?” Ghost asked as he watched Mykie almost fall out of her seat.

“Dunno.” Mykie and Soap said in unison.

“I think we should wrap it up. I’ll get the tab. Drag Soap and Mykie out of here please, Ghost.” Price ordered as he stood from his seat. Him and Laswell headed to the counter to pay for the drinks.

Ghost threw a handful of bills on the tablet and swung Mykie’s arm over one shoulder and Soap’s over his other and lugged them out of the pub.

“You smell good.” Mykie mumbled as Ghost threw her into the passenger seat after tossing Soap in the back.

“And you smell like a pub.” Ghost let out a soft, almost unnoticeable chuckle.

“My arm hurts.” Mykie whined as Ghost buckled himself in and started the engine.

“Shouldn’t have punched Gaz. You hit him with your bad arm.” Ghost sighed as he took off down the almost empty streets of Las Almas. The ride wasn’t too long. Soap had already passed out in the back seat and Mykie wasn’t too far behind him in that sleepy department.

Ghost pulled up to the parking spots of their base. He left Mykie in the locked car as he lugged Soap up the stairs and down the hall to his room. He tossed him on the bed, removed his boots and closed his door.

“Where did you go?” Mykie asked lazily as Ghost approached the car.

“Had to take Soap to his room. How ‘bout we do the same for you, yeah?” Ghost leaned over Mykie and undid her seat belt. Mykie slung her arms and upper half over his shoulders as he lifted her out of the car.

“Carry me?” Mykie pouted.

Ghost didn’t hesitate to throw her over his shoulder, her ass in the air and head down behind his back.

“This isn't what I had in mind.” Mykie said as she let go of all her weight. She ragdolled over his shoulder as he lugged her into the base. Ghost kicked open her door and plopped her down on her bed. He was getting ready to leave when she gripped his glove. She had only managed to grab the pinky of his glove. “Stay?” she mumbled out, her eyes fell to the floor as she kept hold of his glove.

Ghost looked down at her grip on his glove. He stared for a moment, contemplating his options. He let her small hand pull him towards her. He sat on the bed next to her as she fell into him. She let all her weight fall into him. “Thank you.” She hummed.

Ghost felt her weight press into him. Her small figure curled up against him. Before she could get too comfortable, he lifted himself up and dragged himself up on the bed so his back was against the wall. He pulled her up with him and laid her next to him. Her body looked so small next to his. They didn’t get to cuddle the last time. Not like this. Mykie, half asleep, pushed her head into his shoulder, one of her legs was slung over his legs as she hugged tightly onto his side. Ghost rubbed up and down her small arm as she drifted off to sleep.

#call of duty #cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley call of duty #simon riley #mw2 simon riley #oc #task force 141 #taskforce141

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thelonesomequeen · 10 months

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Is 🦎 around? I would like to know her opinion too ☺️

I’m here I’m here!

My personal opinion, and I could be wrong, is that a lot of it has to do with fandom behavior. I know that aggravates some people to hear, but we also can’t pretend like people out there aren’t acting completely unhinged, either. I would occasionally scroll his name from time to time on Twitter to see what would pop up, and there was a good amount of hate directed towards him. Even using his @ and not just his name. If we think back even a year ago before a relationship was confirmed, he was constantly called the internet’s boyfriend. He was thirsted over heavily. He couldn’t make a single post on twitter without the responses being “YES KING” or “that’s my captain!” or “😍” and other similar statements from fans. Then as soon as the relationship was confirmed he started receiving the exact opposite. It was constantly dragging and hate in the replies to the point where he stopped posting so others couldn’t reply (why he didn’t just change his settings I’ll never understand). But that didn’t stop people from still @ ing him. And when the app is on your phone, it’s hard to resist picking it up and scrolling. I think watching fan behavior go from loving you to hating you so severely (it was never even this bad in the Jenny days) can do a number on how someone is feeling and it’s easier to avoid all of that by just getting rid of social media.

And fan behavior on instagram isn’t much better either. He barely posts as is, but even posts with Dodger that used to get a ton of love and traction in the fandom stopped doing well, too. He stuck to stories mostly to avoid comments (my guess). But it hasn’t stopped fans from going after his friends and family either. Notice how many have shifted to private or started weeding out people they don’t know from following. There are people constantly tagging him in posts with wild conspiracy theories and even constant reposts of screenshots from Alba’s shower video. Regardless of whether you think she posted that shower video intentionally or not, I think we can all agree that people who create accounts to share it again, and then make a new account when it gets deleted to share it again are going way too far. If you don’t agree, you should probably strong consider joining Chris on that social media break.

Again, maybe that’s wrong. It’s just an opinion. But I’m not entirely convinced fan behavior isn’t part of the reason he’s gone from social media. I think it was an experience that went from fun to unbearable pretty quickly. A lot of us have observed this shift happening and have been predicting it would eventually cause him to delete social media for a while now. 🦎

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sawyerconfort · 2 years

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Rumour Has It| Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Hey!

As I said, I had plans to write part 2 of CAR’S OUTSIDE, so, here we go!

Part 1 to read first: CAR’S OUTSIDE | ELIZABETH OLSEN X READER

Enjoy!

Got any request? Ask or comment in one of my last posts!

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Prompt: When something goes wrong, you and Lizzie know you can't take any more hiding your relationship from the fans.

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“All right, can we start?”

Elizabeth was tense. And aerial. The last night you had been together was still on her mind, because she would never have guessed you were crazy enough to walk into her hotel room like that without people knowing you were together.

Trying to change the course of her thoughts for the interview, she cleared her throat and waited for the interviewer to start asking the questions, but she couldn't stop her thoughts from flying towards the night you spent together in her hotel room.

While she was doing a battery of interviews with MOM, you must have been doing something else in her hotel room, still locked, waiting for the paparazzi to leave the hotel balcony so you could leave.

When the interview ended, Elizabeth went down the stairs towards the exit of the place where she was and ended up being photographed by the paparazzi that were surrounding there as well. Inside the “studio” it was quite cold, so she was wearing a scarf to cover her neck, but when hit by the morning heat, she acted on her own and took the scarf off her neck.

New camera flashes were blinding her eyes, and she sighed as she sat in the seat of the car that would take her back to the hotel, hoping you were still waiting for her and hadn't given up on the special day you had planned.

* * *

“Baby, I'm home!”, she warned as soon as she opened the door. And her eyes widened when she saw Joe sitting next to her on the couch, looking unfriendly. "What happened? Why are you with these shit faces?”

"I could say so much..." Joe began, getting to his feet. “But as I know it was probably unintentional, please, I'll let you see for yourself the mess you're getting yourself into...”

Elizabeth frowned and approached you, who had pursed lips and a serious face, as if something really serious had happened. “Baby, what the hell is he talking about?”

And then she saw. Her name in Trending Topics, the paparazzi picture as she left the interview studio. A huge hickey mark on her neck, just as she took off her scarf.

All of that was bad enough in itself. And the worst thing is that I couldn't explain or lie, let alone say it was a sun mark or allergy because of the scarf. It was clearly a hickey.

"I have nothing to do with your personal life, let alone your sex life, but..." Joe chuckled. "Couldn't they be a little less… wild?"

You smiled. “Joe, sorry, we can try to cover it up. We can make fun of the situation. People don't know about us, they might as well think she's with her boyfriend... you know, some guy. We both dated a lot of men, anyone could have caused this hickey.”

"You can't cover it up, baby..." Elizabeth replied, letting out a little giggle. “Everyone saw it.”

"But they don't know what happened!"

"You do know...", Joe cleared his throat, pointing his cell phone in their direction. There was a picture of you walking out with shopping bags in both hands. “The paparazzi got what they wanted, they stayed here all night after you two and you were careless enough to go back to the hotel where Elizabeth is holding two shopping bags full of stuff, JUST WHEN I TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE HERE NO WAY!"

You looked at Elizabeth, lost. “I think I fucked up…” you whispered. "Shit, I'm sorry Lizzie, if I had been careful..."

She wrapped her hand around you and pulled you close. “It wasn't your fault, love. We should have thought better of how we were going to do it when dawn came…” she whispered back. And then she looked at Joe. “You know what? I think we both made a good mistake, even.”

He was confused for a minute, and then she continued.

“It's about time, Joe. We have thousands of theories spread across social media, many people saw me kiss (Y\N) in public at parties we went to together. Pretty much everyone knows we're dating...there's no reason to hide anymore.”

“Oh, sure, I agree,” he replied, nodding. “But you don't care about your career? Or with her career?” His eyes flicked from Elizabeth to you and from you back to Elizabeth. “Now come on, Lizzie, you just got a movie out. Do you really want to risk everything for two pictures?”

"But you were the one who said there was no more solution, Joe...", you replied. “There is nothing more we can do. Unless you confess everything. I'm sure the fans will support us, they always support us in everything.”

He looked at you and shrugged. "Then don't say I didn't warn you..."

“Relax, man,” you scoffed. “Go back to my apartment and get something to eat, open the beers I left in the fridge and see if you can calm down, okay? We command from here now...”

Joe shrugged again and motioned to indicate that he was keeping an eye on you as he left the apartment. When Elizabeth came back to you after locking the door, she had a silly little smile on her face.

"I think we should have been more careful yesterday...", she smiled, hugging you and kissing your neck. “Especially you, young lady. I remember you told me you weren't going to leave any marks,"

You blinked at her. “Really, Lizzie? I mean, look at you. It's okay that I got out of control and I was to blame for all this, but come on, how can I not lose control when you're by my side?"

She laughed and took your face in both hands, kissing you and walking slowly towards the window. When she opened the curtains, you finally understood what her plan was. A good photo for the paparazzi who were still waiting down there was what they wanted, and if they could see the two of you kissing, it was a profit. There was nothing left to lose anyway.

"Lizzie, wait..." you said, pushing her away. “And now, what are we going to do?”

"You told Joe yourself, my love...", she replied, still clinging to you. “Let's take over everything. Kick the bucket and say “fuck you”! Let's give the people what they want!”

“You mean, take over? Assuming that we're really dating?

She nodded. “I've waited too long to show the world that you're mine. Enough of this bullshit, please, dear.”

Your eyes gleamed. "We'll be in this together, won't we?"

“We will, I promise”, she gave you a peck and reached down to your shirt, trying to unbutton it. “But now, I think you and I need to relax a little before sharing our dark secret, don't you?”

You smiled mischievously. "This time, I want you to leave me with the 'sunmarks'", you teased, making her laugh and kiss you again.

The two of you dropped onto the couch to make love once more, amidst the chaos that was becoming your lives now that everything was exposed.

* * *

Elizabeth opened her eyes and realized she was clinging to you on the couch. Her cell phone kept loading messages, and she grabbed it to see what was going on. They were messages from the PR agents, of course, and when she looked back at you, she realized she could ignore them for now.

Turning the camera to her side, she snapped a picture of you sleeping, the blanket covering your naked body, and posted it to Instagram, willing to tease, with the caption quoting Adele, and your favorite song of hers.

Rumor has it, (s)he is the one I'm leaving you for.

Smiling involuntarily, Elizabeth turned off her cell phone screen and lay down beside her, burying her face in the crook of her neck, ready to face the tide of chaos that would rise after that photo.

But she was Scarlet Witch, she could handle all that too.

#Elizabeth Olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel #romance #lgbt #lizzie olsen x reader #lizzie olsen #drama #imagine #oneshot #hope you guys enjoyed it #i was so excited to write part two #requests are open #please request #i love lizzie #wanda maximoff x reader #fluff

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moonlarked · 1 year

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So I just wanted to talk a little bit about the Songs post I made and the responses!

First of all: thank you @soryasongsaa @cogaytes @dizzythegreat @thebestbookshelf for responding! It means a lot to me that people are being so nice and willing to explain stuff!! ❤️❤️

My personal thoughts reading: I think it’s pretty messy. There’s no excuse for the stereotyping; it just seems lazy and unresearched. As someone who wants to get into writing myself, I would research for hours before even considering writing about a culture that isn’t my own. And, yeah, they’re elves, they don’t have human ethnicities, so it would be kinda weird to specify them as a specific nationality while not doing the same for the white coded characters, but Shannon should’ve put more into their characters.

Anyway, I still love the Songs. I feel like they’ve been fleshed our more, but it’s been pretty rocky. And now I’m gonna stop bc I don’t want to say more about a subject that I don’t really have a say in.

Thanks for giving me your perspective!

(below the cut is more of a personal vent, so you can stop here if you want. ❤️)

I’m gonna talk about my OCD now and how it connects to this situation.

It’s hard to explain, but basically I’ve discovered that I need my special interest (I’m autistic) to be perfect. If I find something that’s problematic about it - like a social media post - I’m gonna take the whole day to ruminate to try to get rid of that awful panic. Which sucks, because I have a life beyond fandom.

This started with Wanda Maximoff. The movie version. Basically the first character I ever really connected with due to her mental struggles and anxiety and coping mechanisms. I saw a lot of myself in WandaVision.

Now, this is Tumblr, and a lot of this discourse is on Tumblr, but in case you aren’t caught up: basically: Wanda Maximoff is a Jewish-Romani woman. The comic version, that is. The movie version is a white woman from a made up country called Sokovia. And many posts have called out the way that the mcu translation has been… less than accurate. They’ve added stereotyping and outdated tropes while not even letting her be her original ethnicity. And the actress playing her hasn’t exactly been well researched on the situation - she’s pretty ignorant and has said some problematic stuff.

“Whiteness” is a controversial subject and many people have argued over the race of Romani and Jewish people. Not to mention her representation in the comics is less than progressive in some areas. But having Wanda being played by a white woman takes away meaningful rep from historically persecuted minority groups.

Is any of this my fault? No. Did I still have a mental breakdown frequently about this? Yes.

You have to understand - I ADORED this character. In many ways I still do. This doesn’t excuse the problematic parts, but it caused me to be in constant self-loathing. I convinced myself I was horrible because I related to to this character. This caused me to look up posts about this subject in hopes of something that would fix this, something to prove all these people wrong.

It was a cycle. I wanted to die frequently. It may seem like I was overreacting, but my mind was in constant panic mode and to me this seemed incredibly important.

You know what saved me? Well, talking to my parents of course, and learning about ocd, and getting counseling.

But also: Keeper.

Returning to a series that genuinely gave me joy. Letting myself escape.

That’s where the Song twin controversy comes in.

You’ll probably guess I was pretty panicked when I found out about this controversy. It felt like Wanda all over again. I feel like I’m falling into this cycle again.

But I’m deciding I’m not gonna let myself do that.

I’m gonna accept the bad. I’m gonna like what I like. And I’m gonna talk about my feelings instead of bottling them up.

The Song twins are problematic. People have a right to call them out.

And I still love Kotlc. I will continue to love it and talk to others who love it.

I’m not going to fall into that misery again. I’m going to tell my ocd to fuck off. I’m going to go to therapy. I’m going to get better.

❤️❤️❤️

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc discourse #ocd #obsessive compulsive disorder #aur’s mental health #self harm #mental health issues #tam song #kotlc tam #linh song #kotlc linh #mai song #quan song

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egyptologist-that-never-was · 9 months

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First post and some Good Omens musings

Firstly, yes I know this is my first ever post and I have had this, largely forgotten, account for years. Apologies if I don't post properly, I don't social media a lot.

Secondly, I know I'm a crap writer, but I have a swirling head full of thoughts and this seemed like a better place than most to write it out. After the last month I have had I could well be reading into things that aren’t there, but hey-ho, that is half the fun of head-canon I think.

What is ahead contains Good Omens 2 spoilers so…don't read ahead if you don't want them, I guess.

I watched through all of Good Omens 2 today for the second time, and I noticed something. I don't think Maggie and Nina are just a mirror of Crowley and Aziraphale's own relationship. I think they might be Crowley and Aziraphale.

Maggie's record shop never seems to sell anything and has been there for generations. Vinyl is pretty popular, and you would think it would do a decent trade but it doesn't seem too, except for her apparently sending records to a random pub in Edinburgh (which is odd in itself, surely there would be one more local, it’s Edinburgh after all) and them sending her back copies and copies and copies of the same single from the 50s. She doesn't seem to either react to being as weird as it really is, or tell them to stop sending them.

In the first scene in the 'Give Me Coffee or Give me Death' a classical version of Bohemian Rhapsody is playing in the background. Also it seems to be a reference to 'Give me liberty or give me Death', which could be equating the Revolutionary war as breaking free of Heaven/Hell or apocanearlys (I am British though, and my knowledge of American history is intensely patchy).

In the Ball in the Bookshop Nina is fully well aware that something is under effect as she comments that she knows she should be feeling bad but she isn't. She also calls Maggie 'Angel' when they are counseling Crowley and Maggie gives her a *look*, which could be 'stop slipping'.

Aziraphale also tries to miracle Maggie and it doesn't work. I assume that Aziraphale would notice if it failed so Maggie can't pretend it worked. He's under pressure at the time so doesn't question it.

Which way around is it? I’m not sure, the obvious would be Maggie the record seller who dresses like it’s the 50s would be Aziraphale, and the much more sarcastic Nina is Crowley. I’ve yet to figure out a reason, but I would assume it’s to do with the Second Coming (or going by some of the newspaper headlines and the opening credits the second already here) and the how? To use a familiar phrase, wibbly-wobbly timey wimey…stuff. As in his previous existence, Crowley was something akin to an angelic Astro-physicist, and we know he is powerful as he brought Mr Brown back without really thinking about it and could open the files in heaven..

But like I said earlier it’s probably the muddled thoughts of an overtired, stressed, not-far-off-40 year old who’s had a horrible month. Yes, the ending broke my heart, but the sadness was in a way I cannot explain precisely what I needed to breach the floodgates. The land of my soul can repair and life can flourish again. So to Neil, to Terry, to David, to Michael and to everyone else… Thank you.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens spoilers #good omens 2

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warchiefeny · 1 year

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I was gonna write up a thread on twitter about how my semi-break from social media was going, but I realized I had a lot more on my mind and I... haven’t done a proper blog post in years so why not. Content warning I guess for mental health/abuse talk.

Since I haven’t mentioned it here, for the last month or two I’ve been on a break from checking my timeline on social media. I can’t afford to not post artwork because I still make a good chunk of money from commissions, but it didn’t need to be a full cut off anyway. Honestly it felt great, and despite breaking it a little and reblogging here and there atm, I think I’m gonna continue for the most part. Maybe it was bad timing with twitter exploding, but I really needed to retreat into myself and engage with content on my own terms. You don’t always realize how much of your day is sucked up by social media, really. The only thing that kinda sucked was missing out on dank memes or cool content from friends, mutuals, and other cool people. The reason why I wanted to write a blog here and not on twitter is because I realized how so much of the things I realized about myself weren’t just about social media, but just my life in general. And also character limits. Definitely character limits. This isn’t my first time recognizing or noticing it, but dealing with commissions all the time and making a portfolio appealing for other jobs, I realized how much I lost myself in the process. And while seeing floods of really cool and good art is great, sometimes I would forget what really made me myself. Or what I even wanted out of anything. You draw so much for other people that you have to step back and ask if you’re making the right decisions or if you’re just doing what you think is profitable, and if it’s only a job then why does it matter what you do? What do you care to do when it’s just you? And to that end, who was I being right now in my own life? I felt like I lost myself in a lot of ways, like I wasn’t free to be who I was anymore. And this isn’t related to art, but when you have a particular belief system or way of doing things it tends to colour the rest of your actions in life. One catalyst to all this was when last summer I learned how to tell people to fuck off again and stopped caring so much about how likeable I had come off to people. In my 20s I had over corrected the dickish behaviour from my teens at the expense of my own personal boundaries and I had just finally snapped over it. It wasn’t that I wanted everyone to love me but I cared more about how other people felt than how I felt. It was this fucked up idea that I had to take everything on the chin or else I was irrational or selfish. I realized a lot of this came from the abuse I got from how I was raised, and it wasn’t until this year actually that I realized that I even had been abused because all the adults around me growing up were apart of the same cult. The amount of relief I felt over taking back my boundaries and not caring if people got mad was cathartic. But that’s not it entirely either, and frankly I’m tired of talking or thinking about that part of my life anymore. For the last couple of years I just felt like I stopped feeling safe to be myself. I’d never been one to think that accolades give you more than a fleeting sense of accomplishment, but there was some small part of me that felt like I needed certain things so I wouldn’t feel so embarrassed. Which is also kind of crazy, because when I had no money, no job, no license, no big-ish follower count, less physical strength, less stable mental health, etc... there were people who loved to be around me and wanted to hear what I had to say. People who wanted to seek me out and thought of me highly enough to admire me, and I didn’t have to hide or change anything about how I was presenting myself. And I wasn’t perfect about that stuff back then either. I still cared about how I came off, and I had hang ups, but I was certainly a little more free than I had been in the last couple of years toward the people closest to me. But there’s this funny thing that happens, at least for me, when you aren’t concerned about how you look or what you have or don’t have. When you’re just talking to someone and they catch you off guard that you’re one of their favourite people to talk to. Or when you’re just vibing and being yourself and they say how good of a person you are when you least expect them to say anything regarding it at all. It’s not something you put effort into or predict, it’s just something that sort of happens. When you put a wall up in order to protect yourself or say you aren’t worthy of something for whatever arbitrary reason, you end up making it impossible for people to actually give you love or affection. It turns into unintentionally pushing people away, even if you don’t want that. You think you’re being more responsible or a better person, but you’re not. In trying to respond perfectly, you become imperfect instead and just make a mess of things. And when you are lucky to get attention, it often just feels so hollow because everything feels fake or superficial when you give yourself standards that are unnecessary or impossible to clear for yourself. And the more you think you aren’t worthy of something, the less likely you are to do things that are good for you and create meaningful rewards. Ordinarily I would keep this post behind a private twitter account, but while I have no interest in oversharing my personal life to strangers, I guess take this is my attempt to be a little more like myself than I have been. Over the last two weeks I’ve had a lot to think and digest, and I’m just trying to let myself be me.

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