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the-widow-bear · 2 years

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Summary: Long, stressful nights. What happens when you go to a park to relax and a teenager approaches you?

Category: Uh, tbh idek. Slight angst slight fluff

AN: HI! Its been so long. My writers block and perfectionism hit me hard lol. I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things. Sorry in advance for typos or anything lol, I'm trying my best. Let ne know if i should do a pt 2 of this! Also! Thank you for 69 follwers. . . Nice. Anyways! Love you all! Enjoy!

Pairing: Natasha romanoff x Avengers reader, Avengers reader x(platonic) OC

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Uh none? Idk what would be a warning. Let me know if you find any!

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Bench sitting. It seemed like your only hobby lately. Along with people watching. Some would call it a waste of time but for you, it's the only thing that makes time bearable.

Being an Avenger wasn't all glory and fun as the media, or Tony Stark for that matter portrayed it to be. There was sacrifice, tough choices, and sometimes the worst of it, no choices at all. That's what makes people watching relaxing for you. Looking at people you'll never know and imagining their bland civilian life. The life you wish you could have. The life you would never have.

At the moment you were sitting at a park that looked connected to a joint middle and highschool. Kids were out on the grass chatting with one another before school started. Some were doing homework. Others were riding skateboards. Some adults were dropping kids off and others were just strolling through the park. You, a total stranger, was just sitting, observing, making sure neither the kids nor adults were hurt. It sounds weirder than it is. You were just imagining what it's like to be them. Having small, miniscule problems that seem like the end of the world at the time. Being able to only worry about if the highschool 'it' couple had broken up, or if you had enough time for video games after the load of homework that was given.

"Staring at a bunch of highschool kids? Seems pretty creepy to me."

You were taken out of your mind at the voice. Looking up you discovered what looks to be a teenage girl looking down at you. You furrowed your eyebrows. Why is she talking to you? Doesn't she have anything better to do.

"I wasn't staring at anyone." You replied, giving the kid a glare.

"Sure looked like it." She sat down next to you while you rolled your eyes.

"It's a public park. I'm just. . . people watching."

"Ohhh, so you're one of those types." She asked, throwing her elbows behind the bench.

"What?" You turned to look at her. She is really starting to annoy you.

"Ya know, the introverted but secretly deadly type." She looked at you and smiled. You couldn't but just stare at her, shocked and confused.

"You're doing it again." She pointed at your face.

"If I'm so deadly and creepy then why are you sitting here, talking to me." You asked, getting aggravated.

She just shrugged.

"You seemed like interesting conversation." You furrowed your eyebrows at her once again.

"Yeeeah, right." You said awkwardly, looking down at your lap.

There was a pause before she spoke again. During that pause you were praying to whatever higher power was out there that this girl would leave you the hell alone.

"My names rylee." She extended her hand out to you. Your eyes shifted from her hand to her face multiple times but with a sigh you took her hand.

"Y/n." You replied and she smiled.

"So, what's it like being an Avenger?" At her question you just sighed and put your head in your hands, rubbing at your eyes.

After a couple minutes of silence rylee began to understand you weren't gonna answer her question.

"So, what are you-"

"How old are you anyways? Like 12?" You interrupted her. You were annoyed by her questions and the fact that she interrupted your time to decompress. Although now she looked offended.

"If you must know, I'm 16." She said with faux offense while you snorted.

"Don't you have friends to talk to?" You looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

"No." She replied looking down while you sighed once again. Looks like that's a sore subject. "The kids here are assholes."You snorted again.

"Aren't all kids assholes?" You asked while looking at her.

"Good point." She's still looking at her shoes. Shit now you feel bad. You just upset a kid with no friends.

"Hey." You got her attention. "I'm sorry for being rude before. I shouldn't have-"

"It's alright, I'm used to it." You still felt bad. Did she have a lunch packed, or money? Maybe you could make it up to her.

"I- Uh. Do you have a lunch?" You asked awkwardly as she looked at you weird.

"No. I didn't have time to pack one this morning." Perfect. You can make amends. You pulled your wallet out of your pocket. taking your some of the bills out and counting them up. How much do school lunches cost? You wouldn't know, you never went. Rather be safe than sorry, right? Taking some of the cash in your hand, you handed it to her.

"Here, this should do."

"100 dollars? I can't take this." She tried handing the money back to you but you declined.

"You need food, kid."

"I don't need 100 bucks! That'd last me like an entire year!" She gestured the money back at you to take it but you just stared at her.

"That's fine." You shrugged.

"But I don't usually buy lunch here, I pack it. There's no way I need this much." She kept trying to get you to take back the money.

"Then spend it on something else."

"No. I'm not taking this." She threw the bills in your lap.

"And I'm not keeping it." You grabbed the backpack that she sat in front of her and unzipped it.

"Hey! You can't just grab my bag! That's personal property!" You just ignored her protests and attempts to get it back while you threw the money in the bag, zipped it back up and then placed it on her lap.

"I'm not taking it back, and that's final." You said in a firm motherly tone.

She was about to speak again in protest but the school's bell rang. She groaned in defeat and stood up.

"That's my queue, I guess." She says, starting to walk away but stops mid step and turns to face you once more. "Hey, if you're gonna go 'people watching' again, come back here. I had fun." The girl then disappeared into the crowd of other students. You continued to just stare at the closed doors of the school, eyebrows furrowed, trying to comprehend the last 30 minutes.

"What the hell just happened?" You said to yourself out loud. Then swinging yourself up to start walking back to the compound.

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"Where'd you run off to this morning?" She huffed in her groggy morning voice.

You felt a kiss go to your shoulder as arms wrapped around your waist. Natasha had woken up.

"That park by west 54th. I needed some time to think." You replied, sipping your coffee at the island of the compound's kitchen. You felt her arms tighten around you. She rested her head in between your shoulder blades.

She just wanted to feel you. You knew how much she hated waking up alone. Your head was going wild last night and by the time the sun had risen, only then did you realize how small the room suddenly felt. It was suffocating. As if you didn't leave that bed when you did you might've just fallen dead right there.

You felt Natasha kiss your back once again but this time you could feel the worry seeping off her. She was anxious for you but she didn't understand why and you knew that. You moved your free hand down to one of the arms wrapped around you, caressing it with your thumb.

"Is everything okay?" She had finally got the nerve to confront you about it. It took a lot of trust for her to share her concerns. You knew that as well but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell her the truth.

"Yeah, I just- I met this kid at the park." You changed the subject. Natasha knew you were deflecting but she complied.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, Her name was Rylee. She seemed like a good kid. She said she had no friends which left a bit of a bad taste in my mouth but she wants me to go back tomorrow to talk again." Natasha raised her eyebrows at that.

"Are you gonna?" She plants another careful kiss on your shoulder.

"I have no idea." There was a short pause after that. Natasha gently turned you around so you were face to face, keeping her arms around you.

"I think you should." She said with a gentle smile.

"What? Why?" You put your hand around Nat's neck, once again caressing it with your thumb.

"She needs a friend and you need to get your mind out of work. Could be a good thing for the both of you." She placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"I don't wanna leave you again." You whispered.

"I'll wake up earlier-" You interrupted her.

"No, no. I refuse. You don't need to-" She put her hand over your mouth to shut you up and slightly giggled at your wide eyed expression.

"Relax. I can always go back to bed after you leave. Plus it wouldn't hurt to get a jump start on the mountain of paperwork that always gets thrown on my desk." Natasha holds a gentle yet playful smile on her lips and you can't help but to think how lucky you are to see her like this. When you two had first got into a relationship she was always extremely hesitant and would almost never initiate any type of intimacy. Now she touched you as if you were familiar to her. She was gentle, considerate, and loving. Everything you thought you'd never have.

You grabbed her hand from your mouth, pressing it back to your lips for a second to kiss it and then put it back around your waist. Nat smiled at the action. You were also always gentle with her. You knew she could handle herself but still wanted to take care of her. You never tried to fix her, you just held her and listened.

"I love you Natalia." You said as you tugged her into a hug.

"And I love you, sweetheart."

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Once again! Let me know if you want a part two!

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 12

Word Count: 3,765

POV: Reader

Warning: NSFW, Sweet smut (is that a thing), Language, Oral, Sex

Notes: Big shoutout to the 4 new people that followed me to put me over 800 follwers and actually got me to post this early. Never imagined that this is where I’d be almost a year ago when I started this thing. I had this Crosby piece in my head even back then, and it’s been so amazing watching it come to life.So glad you guys enjoy it. So here’s the smut that has been building between these two since the beginning. Let me know what you guys think! Happy Reading!

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Part of you still couldn’t believe you let Sid kiss you right there as you were leaving Mario’s house. You knew some of his teammates saw you, but honestly after the whole night; you just didn’t care. Well, you did, since you really enjoyed your job, but it wasn’t like you couldn’t go back to your old one. They’d already asked you back a couple times, but you’d cross that bridge when you came to it.

You still weren’t sure how a couple nights with Sid had led everyone, including him, to believe that the two of you were now dating. Were you guys that obvious? Of course, you knew Flower and Vero knew that something was going on between the two of you. Which lead you to believe that Tanger and Catherine also had an idea, but Mario? It just seemed unreal since the two of you hadn’t really defined anything until that night.

All these thoughts ran through your brain, as the two of you made your way back to Sid’s house. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Sid asked as you strolled hands linked together.

“I don’t know, everything…nothing…the whole entire night. Does that make any sense?”

He stopped so that he could look you in the eye when he answered. “Kind of. I mean tonight was kind of big a step.”

“Ya think.”

He kissed your forehead, before continuing. “Look (Y/N), I know this is all kind of moving fast, but it’s not like I haven’t been thinking about it…or rather you.” You understood that since he’d kind of been on your mind constantly as of late. “I was stupid last year, after Flower’s party. I thought you’d be this huge distraction to me and set me off my course for everything that I want to accomplish.” A dry laugh escaped his mouth. “It was really the opposite, now that I look back on it. Once I realized, that I could have both, I’ve thought of nothing but you…well, and hockey. It’s like we were made for each other, ya know?” Funny, you actually thought the same thing that first night that you’d really got to know him. Sure, you liked Sidney Crosby hockey player extraordinaire, but Sid the person…well that was someone that you could grow to love. “I think some people, the ones that really know me, realized this long before I did.” You knew he probably meant Mario, and Flower, among others. “But now that I know, I just don’t want to waste any time with all the bullshit stuff.” You cocked your head wondering what he exactly meant by that. “Well, maybe that’s not the right word, because I still want to take you out to fancy dinners and show you off. I just want you to be part of my world right now. Like I don’t want to have to wait, because I don’t think we need to.” You kind of understood what he was saying. It was as if you two had skipped the getting to know you part of dating, because well, you essentially already knew each other. You knew how he took his coffee, and what history books he had and hadn’t read. How even though he told the media oatmeal cookies were a good choice, he never called them his favorites, because secretly chocolate chip were. You also knew how he had to have a certain brand of peanut butter for his sandwiches. He was truly right; you two kind of had been dating all along.

He went to say more, but you stopped him. “You’re right. We don’t need official dinners or any of the other things. I know you Sid, and I think you know me. I like where we’re at right now, so let’s just keep moving forward.”

“So does that mean you’re going to tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll go.” You tugged on his hand to continue on to his place.

“And you’ll ride in my car in the parade then?” You hadn’t really given much thought to that. That would be a huge step. His parents would be there and all of Pittsburgh would be watching.

“Um…let’s just see how tomorrow goes.”

“Deal,” He answered, and put in the code to let the two of you into his drive. “So, can I talk you into coming in for a drink? Or maybe…”

“I think we’ve both had enough to drink.” It wasn’t like either of you were drunk by any means but you knew that neither of you needed another glass. “Why don’t you just ask me what you really want?” After last night, you kind of assumed sleeping over was going to be a thing with him.

“Ok. How about you stay the night with me, again?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You teased him before he pulled you close to him.

“Well if I knew you were waiting for an invitation; I would’ve asked the moment you pulled in the drive.” He spun you around, arms still circled around your waist, and made his way to the door. “So, no alcohol, but do you want something else instead?”

“Just water.” He grabbed two and then led you upstairs to his room. You remembered being up there the night of the Eastern Conference final win, but you hadn’t been adventurous enough to figure out which room was his. You’d simply made your way into what you assumed was the guest bathroom. This time though you took every little detail in. His room was off to the left, done in mostly shades of gray. It had a masculine aura to it. Quiet and understated, there were very few tokens of his hockey career in this room unlike some others in his house. There was a comfy chair by the window, with one of the history books you’d given him sitting on the side table next to it. You could picture him reading there as the rain gently hit the glass. He ducked into a huge walk-in closet, with built-in drawers and shelves, that any person would envy.

“I’m assuming you didn’t bring anything to sleep in.” You shook your head no and he pulled you out another one of his t-shirts just like he had a few weeks ago, then took your hand and headed into the ensuite. A massive jetted tub that could hold the both of you, captured your attention. Gray marble showcased the entire room, which had a double vanity sink and a shower with so many gadgets in it; you weren’t sure you’d know how to turn the water on. There were even two toilet rooms, one for him and one for her, which made you wonder what he was thinking when he’d remodeled the home or was this something in its original design. All in all, the entire master suite took your breath away, kind of like the man who owned it.

You set your bag on the edge of the tub. “Do you care if I lay these out to dry? Since someone threw me in the pool.”

“Of course, I don’t care, and in my defense, you had a bathing suit on already.”

It was true, but he still could’ve sounded a bit remorseful. “My dress is probably ruined though.” You knew it wasn’t but you enjoyed teasing him about it, as you laid the garment out on the tub.

He wrapped his arms around you and peered over your shoulder to look at it. “Hmm seems fine, though I’ll gladly buy you ten to replace it if I can throw you in the pool again.”

“Sid,” you chided.

“What? I enjoyed looking at it clinging to your body.” Your eyes grew wide, and you barely had time to comprehend his words as he spun you around and kissed you hard, turning you into jelly, before releasing you. “So, do you need a toothbrush or anything?”

“What, if I open one of these drawers, am I going to find your secret stash you keep here for all the women that sleepover?”

You were totally teasing him, but he frowned none the less. “You know it’s not like that (Y/N).”

“I know. I was just kidding you. Now, if you have a purple one, I’ll totally take that.” He smiled then grabbed one out of the multi-pack he had in the drawer. The two of you stood at the dual sink brushing your teeth like a couple who had lived together for the last six months. It was kind of surreal. Once you were finished you changed into the shirt he’d offered in the small toilet room. By the time you came out to the bedroom, he’d stripped down to his boxers and was taking pillows off the bed. “You know I forgot to ask you which side you wanted last night.”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as I’m holding you.” It was corny and sweet, and it made you blush. The king-size bed seemed even larger than the one you two had shared last night, as you crawled in under the covers; Sid joining you. He shut the light off, then pulled you near. You were both laying on your sides facing each other, his arm draped across your waist, idly drawing small circles on your lower back. The smile plastered on his face was a mirror image of your own. Neither of you said a word, for a full minute, before you reached over and cupped his jaw, bringing your mouth to his. Your tongues mingled, lightly sucking and tasting each other. You let your hands roam down his chiseled chest feeling the muscles bunch under your touch. Your fingertips just lightly grazing over his skin.

His hand at your back pulled you closer so that there was barely any space between the two of you. You felt him reach for the hem of your shirt, and gently raise it so his fingers could caress your bare skin. Everywhere he touched set you on fire and you felt your legs move restlessly so that one was draped over the top of him. Sid’s hand glided up your sides and along the underside of your breast, making you whimper softly into his mouth. You longed to feel his touch there, and he didn’t disappoint as his thumb gently slid back and forth over your nipple.

You had to break the kiss for a second to suck in a breath of air, for he had you panting with need. But Sid just continued to kiss you; down your jaw, over to your ear, then sucking at the hollow of your neck, while his hand fondled your breast. It wasn’t enough though; you wanted more. Your hips flexed into him and you could feel the hard length of him against your body. He gently rocked into and you groaned from the pleasure. The two of you like teens dry humping each other afraid of being caught by their parents.

He slowed then, coming back up to sweetly kiss your mouth, as his hand dropped away for your breast. “No, Sid,” you whined. “Don’t stop.”

He pulled back to look at you, to make sure that this was what you wanted. “Are you sure?”

“God, yes,” You breathed out, then added. “I want you so bad.”

“Oh god, (Y/N), I want you too.” His mouth was on yours again with renewed passion, only breaking the kiss long enough to strip you out of his borrowed t-shirt. He rolled you onto your back, lifting up to stare reverently down at your body. “You’re so beautiful.” He said the words like a prayer, one full of worship and meaning, and then his mouth was on yours in the same manner. Kissing down your collarbone, to take one of your peaked nipples into his mouth. Your back arched into him and cried out with pleasure, your body responding to his every touch. He moved to your other breast giving it the same lavish attention, as your hands sifted through his freshly shortened locks to hold him to you. Involuntarily, your hips lifted up into him seeking something only he could give. One of his hands forced them back down. “Easy baby.” He whispered, then loving kissed your lips.

His hand at your hip skated down between your legs where he cupped your mound. You were slightly embarrassed as you knew that he could feel the wetness seeping through your panties there. All mortification was lost when the heel of his hand ground into your pussy. It was the exact friction you were looking for and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. His fingers danced along the folds of your lace-covered mound, teasing and making you squirm. When his index finger slipped under the edge of your panties, you about jumped off the bed, but his strong body pinned you down. A whimper came out of your mouth, as that same digit slowly dragged up your slit to circle your clit a few times.

He released your lips, both of you breathing heavily, as his finger still tortured your throbbing pussy. Sid’s mouth started its unhurried descent down your body. The covers of the bed falling to the bottom as he went, leaving your body exposed. His finger slid out, as his mouth hovered above the top of your panties. He breathed in your scent, before hooking his fingers around the strings and pulling them down. You lifted your hips up to help him, and in no time, he was tossing them to the floor. His hand glided up from your ankles, over your calves and onto your thighs, where he pushed your legs a little further apart. Lowering his head, he peppered your inner thighs with kisses, and you could feel yourself growing even wetter if that was even possible. The anticipation was killing you. You willed yourself to relax under his gaze, as you looked down at Sid, who was poised at your most intimate juncture. A small smile graced his lips before his tongue flicked out, licking his way between your folds. Just that small movement had you crying out. “Oh god,” you felt his grin grow wider against you, before sucking on your clit, tweaking it with his tongue. Your legs trembled slightly, and you fisted the sheets in your grasp, needing something to hold on to. He slid one of his long fingers inside you and had you moaning out loud. The digit moved in and out working you into a feverish frenzy, as his mouth worried your little nub with his lips and tongue. Everyone knew Sid excelled on the ice, but apparently, he was also an award winner in the bedroom.

You could feel the orgasm bubbling up inside your body, and as he slid a second finger into you; you were close to falling off the edge. Your hips bucked forward into his mouth, and he used a strong arm to keep you pinned to the bed once more. “Please…” you pleaded, as you chased the high that was just hovering out of your reach. He hooked his fingers then, making the come-hither motion; the action tickling that spot that would bring you the pleasure you sought. It started then, from deep within you; the small tremble of your legs, the way you panted out for air, and then it crested. A climax so strong, you found yourself screaming out his name, as wave after wave of pleasure wracked your body. Sid slowed his assault on pussy as the last tremors of your orgasm subsided.

Once your body had finally calmed, his fingers slid out of you as he lifted his head, that signature smirk on his face. He took the back of his hand, wiping away your juices that were left on him, before sliding up the length of your body. His mouth found yours and you could taste your essence still on him. It was heady and intoxicating and brought your body back to life. You skated your hands down his abdomen, to the waistband of his boxers, where you snuck your hand inside to feel his hard erection. He hissed out his pleasure as you took his length in your hand, just stroking him up and down. The garment impeded what you really wanted to do, so you pushed them down and he kicked them off. You continued to pump him, before breaking your kiss to nudge the wall that was his chest, so that you could take him into your mouth. Sid wasn’t having any of it though and he captured your gaze before taking your hand and removing it from his member. “Not tonight baby.” He kissed your lips again, before clarifying. “I won’t be able to last, and I want to be inside you.” You nodded your understanding, and he rolled off you to search the nightstand for a condom.

He ripped open the small pouch with his teeth. “Let me,” you asked taking the thin piece of latex in your hand. You stroked him a few times, biting your lip to keep from taking him inside your mouth. The condom rolled down his shaft and you tugged the tip leaving a small amount of space for him to fill with his seed. He drew your body down on top of him then, your chest pressed against his as your tongues mated together, mimicking what your bodies would soon do. He grabbed your ass and rolled you onto your back again; your legs wrapping around him as he did. Taking his cock in hand, he positioned himself at your entrance, lightly running it between your folds to coat it with your wetness, then nudging ever so slowly the tip inside. His left hand reached up and entwined with your right, as he carefully entered you inch by inch. When he bottomed out, you released a moan of delight at the feel of him within you.

“God you feel so good, baby.” He hissed out before capturing his lips with his. Only then did he start to move, interlacing his other hand with yours as he pumped in and out of you. It was a dance as old as time, and the two of you moved to a rhythm that had your body burning to a feverish crescendo. He sped up his pace, a sheen of sweat building on his brow, and while it may have been your first time with him; you knew that he was close to cumming. Breaking the kiss, he groaned with an effort to stave off his climax, determined to bring you with him. You shifted slightly, changing the angle, and then you were there, the orgasm peaking with each thrust of his cock.

“Sid,” you called out, his name like a benediction as you quivered underneath his body. A few grunts and sloppy thrust and he was there with you, moaning your name in his own ecstasy. With one last push, he slumped down on your body, sated and relaxed. When he went to roll off you, you held him close, just cherishing this moment for a minute longer. You knew the two of you had chemistry, it was there from the moment almost a year ago, but this; this was just on another level.

“I’m gonna crush you.” He whispered, a light chuckle to his voice as you finally let him roll you both onto your sides. As he did, his cock still stayed deep inside your body, though you could feel him going flaccid. He cupped your cheek and kissed you tenderly, his lips soft, gentle, and loving on yours. It was one that spoke to you on some other level, but you didn’t examine it too closely. “That was…” You held your breath waiting for him to finish even though you want to say that it was everything. It was magical, and wonderful, and almost like being in a dream. “Perfect,” he breathed out and you had to agree. It was the one word that encompassed all those things.

“Yeah, it was.” You echoed back. He slipped out of your body then and made a move to leave the bed. You didn’t realize you whimpered until he looked back at you.

“You ok?”

Of course, you were; you just missed the feel of him inside, on top of you and all around you. “Yeah,” you whispered before he leaned down and placed yet another kiss on your lips.

“I’ll be right back.” It hadn’t occurred to you that he was leaving to dispose of the condom until he slid it off. He made his way to the ensuite, where you could hear the water running. You slid out of the bed and padded your way across the floor to find him. He was splashing water on his face. As he padded himself off, he caught you staring at him, so you went and wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Looks like I should be the one asking if you’re ok?” You dropped a kiss to his shoulder blade as the two of you stared at each other in the mirror.

“Better than ok.” He answered, then turned in your arms, his hands going to your waist and lifting you, to set you up on the vanity. He took the cloth he’d just wiped his face with, wet it, and spread your legs before wiping the remains of what had just happened between the two of you. Part of you cursed the loss, but the gesture was so sweet, it had your smiling in the end. Once he was done, he tossed the rag back into the sink, then wrapped your legs around his hips and carried you back to bed. He kissed your forehead, then your nose and finally your mouth. “Time to sleep.” He whispered and you smiled against his lips.

“Should we set the alarm?” You were so used to both of you getting up for practice that it was a force of habit to ask.

“I think we deserve to sleep in tomorrow (Y/N).” He chuckled. “We don’t have to be anywhere until late afternoon. Which gives us ample time to do that again.”

“Mmm, I do like what you’re thinking there.” He stole one last kiss, before tucking you into his side; your head resting on his chest. Your fingers danced along his skin as he ran his up and down your arm and you thought this just might be a little bit of heaven.

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broente · 3 years

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28. favorite song: can’t do favourites still 😅

29. last book read: people of abandoned character. the most generic victorian inspired novel

30. three fictional universes you’d like to live in: terry pratchett’s discworld. how cool would that be (!) harry potter (i’m sorry i’m generic) and maybe neil gaiman’s stardust (because i’ve been thinking about this book more lately)

tagging: @possitivetension, @soft--human, @all-the-faintlights, @oldpisces@oldpisces, @stanrizzo

#thank you for tagging love!#of course do it only if you want to #no pressure #❤️#about

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What are some cultural differences you (or your follwers) have discovered while studying spanish?? I’m curious, i’m from the US & recently talking to my latina cousin I realised that when she says she is going clubbing she’s talking about going out after 2am and coming back at like 8am!!! Which is mental to me, i need my sleep lol. So now i feel like there are so many things we do different & i’m so eager to find out more 😂

Is this a culture thing or a language-y thing. Either way, in no particular order:

- Weddings are a big one. Latin American weddings are a BIG thing and go on at least 24 hours pretty much.

- Another I’ve noticed is that Spanish uses a lot of nicknames that sound really demeaning if you used them literally in English. Like in a lot of countries, you could just be known as el gordo/la gorda if you’re fat, or judío/judía “Jewish” if you’re Jewish. In English, if you went around calling someone “Jew” it would make you sound like a Nazi, and if you just referred to someone as “fat” without any context you would sound like a monster. English is very PC at times and Spanish sounds very rude when translated literally. [I definitely took that one from Joanna rants but I knew someone who went by Flaco growing up]

- I’ve also found out that sometimes these nicknames just last for life? Like I don’t know where I saw it but someone had been hearing their relative’s nickname all their life and thought it was their actual name.

- Last names are very unique. I had no idea that so many Spanish-speaking countries had women keeping their own last names even when married.

- Names in general. I didn’t realize that so many people seemed to have multiple first names. I have met people in the US named like “Ann Marie” or “Mary Margaret” but it wasn’t as common as Spanish.

- Also English tends to assume the last name you mention is your last name, while Spanish tends to have the first last name mentioned be the father’s surname and is the one you’d use most often. Or like… if your name was Miguel Díaz Vega or something, in English-speaking culture you’d call him “Mr. Vega”. In Spanish-speaking culture, you’d say “Mr. Díaz”.

- I didn’t realize that for a time Franco made it so you had to give a child a Christian name in Spain.

- That Spain and Latin America don’t always get along, which I did sort of know but I thought it was like how the US and the UK don’t always get along but it’s a lot more intense.

- Also, not all of Spain gets along with all of Spain. And all of the autonomous communities have kind of a reputation among each other. It’s kind of like how in the US everyone thinks of California as one way. Except in Spain it’s a little more serious and contentious at times.

- And some Latin American countries are like… openly hostile about other Latin American countries, which again, the US and Canada are neighbors and generally both speak English but we’ve got stereotypes and not seething hatred. Not to say all Latin American countries hate all other Latin American countries, but I knew someone who nearly got disowned because they were dating a Colombian person.

- That “racism” in the US is almost always black or white, literally. In Latin America most racism comes out as “colorism”. In the US and a lot of English-speaking places, people think of anyone from Latin America being a person of color. In Latin America, everyone realizes that some people have European ancestry, some people have African ancestry, some people have indigenous ancestry, some people have Asian ancestry, and some people are any combination therein.

Meaning that you could be “white” by US standards like a blonde and blue-eyed person who just happens to be Mexican or Puerto Rican, but the US assumes outright that you’re a person of color.

But in Latin American society, the colorism comes out in that everyone seems to understand that most people are mixed in some way, but there’s preferential treatment or more representation for people of lighter skin tones. This comes out especially in families where some family members might just not associate with other branches of the family or ignore they exist. And that there are all kinds of words in Spanish (different words in different countries at that) for people who are light skinned or people who are darker, or people who are light skinned who act like they’re darker and vice versa.

- Also there are weird superstitions and things that are kind of vaguely racist by US standards. Like in some countries if you see a black person it’s customary to pinch someone you’re with for good luck.

- In some places you’re supposed to pinch a redhead when you see them for good luck which is less racist but more invasive I guess?

- People are also very relaxed about certain words or traditions that I as an American have some politically correct visceral reactions to. Like in Spain it’s not that uncommon to see someone in blackface when it’s Three Kings Day, or how in the US it’s no longer considered acceptable to say “gypsy” you’re supposed to say Roma or Romani, but in Spanish gitano/a is not seen as anything that bad except for when it is

- Also Three Kings Day is a thing and very important. I mean we do have the Epiphany in the US but unless you’re religious, it means nothing for you. On Three Kings Day, it’s kind of like Christmas because you get gifts and you leave out grass or food for the camels.

- I was not prepared for Pascua being used for both Christmas [also Navidad] and Easter by the way. That’s real difficult for me.

- You also kiss your elder family member’s hands in some places. I’m not totally sure if it’s like la bendición exactly, but in some countries it’s a sign of respect or how you ask for someone’s blessing

- “Heal, heal, frog’s tail/ass, if you don’t heal today, you’ll heal tomorrow” when someone - especially a little kid - gets hurt or sick. It’s kind of like “kissing a boo boo to make it better” except it is literally phrased like a magical spell

- In most places, the idea of “Friday the 13th” is “Tuesday the 13th” in Spanish countries. Unless you literally mean a date, “Tuesday the 13th” is the unlucky day, which kind of makes me think of Ides of March I dunno

- Being told not to walk around barefoot because your ovaries will freeze

- Gross, but if you’re a girl being told to “serve” your male relatives like your cousin or your brother; sírvele

- Sometimes there are terms of endearment that translate very badly in English. I could never call someone mi gordito/a or mi negro/a as a term of endearment, regardless of body type and regardless of skin color and it translates as “sweetie” or “dear”. I would never feel comfortable saying those words to anyone at anytime for any reason because it took me years to get over feeling weird about negro/a being “black”

- Trying to figure out whether to use a comma or a period when talking about thousands because some people will do 100,000 and some people will do 100.000 and then SOME people will just do 100 000

- It’s not a “party” if there isn’t dancing. If you’re just standing around talking, it feels like a funeral. You at least need a space where people can dance if it’s a party.

- Las Mañanitas being the Mexican Happy Birthday song and if you listen to it literally you’re just like “why are we talking about dawn so much??”

- “suburbs” in the US are nice places where people live who work in a big city, they’re like nice slightly rural communities and they’re the dream of the middle class. A suburbio in Latin America is a “shanty town” or a “slum” usually, like makeshift houses built out of sheets of metal and bits of wood.

- “Middle class” in general just means something completely different for the US than it does for Europe and parts of Latin America. In Europe especially the “middle class” are the snobs who act like they’re better than each other and are obsessed with materialism. In the US “middle class” is “I’m not poor because I worked hard and I’m not rich because I’m self-made and I picked myself up by my bootstraps and I now live in comfortable stability with a wife and 2.5 kids and a picket fence and this is the American dream”. Europe is like “the middle class is the worst part of humanity” and is more like how the US would describe “keeping up with the Jones’s”

- Trying to explain the times Spaniards eat is very difficult because in the US you have breakfast when you wake up, 12 noon is lunch, dinner is sometime between 5-7 usually. In Spain there’s a breakfast, a snack, a second breakfast, a huge lunch, maybe another snack, dinner if you’re hungry but it’s late and probably tapas. I’m like 90% sure that the US definition of meal time was based on a factory schedule because it is so weirdly strict and on a timetable.

- The US cares more about Cinco de Mayo and the majority of us don’t even know what it symbolizes for Mexico, or that the majority of Mexico doesn’t celebrate it

- The US is very rushed as a culture especially in big cities. If you make people wait for you, you’re the rude one and you should be ashamed. In a lot of Spanish-speaking countries, it’s more relaxed. Like I’ve heard “Spanish time” or “Mexican time” etc when people are saying they’re operating slower but I think the US is just VERY rushed

- The US is very weirdly affectionate and loving but also very prudish. Like we smile at each other, we laugh and say “I love you” as a goodbye. But when sex comes up we act like it doesn’t exist and it is so bizarre because it is the exact opposite in Europe because many countries would consider you being weirdly inappropriate or disingenuous for smiling at strangers or asking people how they are as a greeting [and make no mistake, in the US except in the South, we say “how are you?” and if we don’t know you, we aren’t looking for an answer other than “good”]… We really must seem like overly emotional liars sometimes to people in Europe.

- The grading system in general

- I can’t even get into the metric system and Celsius. I’ve seen fear when I tell someone it’s 98 degrees outside.

- La chancla

- There are some superstitions that most countries have about not putting your wallet or purse on the floor and itchy palms meaning money coming your way

- People making jewelry out of baby teeth

- Speaking of, the Tooth Fairy is a mouse named Ratoncito Pérez

- el hombre del saco is a common thing to scare children with if they misbehave

- You’re gonna learn real quick that in Latin America if you’re from the US and you say soy americano/a you might get some nasty responses about how they’re also Americans living in the Americas, which is valid and why I say estadounidense

Spain on the other hand says americano/a pretty often and also norteamericano/a which I guess is closer but also I guess canadiense is distinct enough? I dunno. I usually stick with estadounidense because I don’t want to be That Gringo

- Along the same lines, generally avoid calling people in Latin America “Hispanic”… that’s a term that really only Spanish-speakers in the US use. For everyone else it sounds kind of like you’re calling them “subjects of the Spanish Crown”

- SPANISH REGIONALISMS THAT NO ONE TAUGHT ME AND NOW GROCERY SHOPPING IS THE WOOOOORST IT’S NOT EVEN A CULTURE THING ALL THE TIME BUT I JUST WANT SOME BEANS AND WHY IS BANANA A PLANTAIN THEY ARE DIFFERENT

-Also Chile. Just Chile. Just Chile in general. Shout out to my lovely Chilean followers, you know what why you’re on this list and not just because yellow is your lucky color, ya po

Anyone else want to add some because I want to learn

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chasing-yashiro · 4 years

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Tagged by @babynightmarelady Thank you lovely! ❤️

Rules: answer 20 questions,then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better.

1.) Name: Kyra

2.) Nicknames: Kyra Bean, Special K and Salty Sunshine

3.) Zodiac sign: ♌️ Leo 🦁

4.) Height: 5’8” (5 feet 8 inches)

5.) Languages spoken: only my sad english

6.) Nationality: American I guess 🤷‍♀️

7.) Favorite Season: spring and autumn

8.) Favorite flower: Lilies, hibiscus and anything big with delicate looking petals and pretty color

9.) Favorite scent: old spice amber, viva la juicy sucre, any homemade food ❤️

10.) Favorite colors: purple, blue and acid green

11.) Favorite animals: any kind of cat, any kind of dog, foxes, giraffes, lemurs and any really small cute thing with big eyes or big thing with fluffies

12.) Favorite fictional character: Nanase Haruka (Free!), Gon Freecs (HxH), Hisoka Morow (HxH), Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter), Uzumaki Naruto (Naruto), Tooru Oikawa (Haikyuu!!), Hinata Shouyou (Haikyuu!!), Kuroo Tetsurou (Haikyuu!!), Zero-Two (Darling in the Franxx) and that’s all we have time for folks!

13.) coffee, tea or hot chocolate: could never make that decision they’re all equally wondrous

14.) Average sleep hours: it is like spinning a wheel with a random number of hours on it. Sometimes i’ll get a solid 9 hours for a week straight then i’m up til 3am for a month

15.) Dog or cat person: CAT FAAAAMMMMM

16.) Number of blankets I sleep with: 1 blanket underneath me, 1 on top with a comforter on that 👌

17.) Dream trips, Japan, South Korea, Jamaica, Ireland, Italy, France and just kind of all over but these are what I think of the most

18.) Blog established: Have had this blog since 2016/2017 I think

19.) Follwers: 117 ❤️ love my porn bot buds

20.) Random Fact: I am a very contradictory person and don’t even understand myself sometimes

Theres only a few people I follow that i’m personally curious about @damn-funny @mens-rights-activia @notawakecomebacklater @bkgirl483

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severedblackheart · 5 years

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GET TO KNOW ME TAG

tagged by @cozybaozi :))

1. Star Sign?

Aries-Taurus cusp i guess?? but more Taurus I believe?

2. Height?

About 5′3″

3. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs:

Just did this for the music tag but will shuffle again!

1. Higher- The Score

2. Riptide- Vance Joy

3. MOMMAE- Jay Park ft. Ugly Duck

4. Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood

4. Grab the nearest book and turn to pg 23, what is line 17?

ok wow this ones a doozy : “She had been a key member of the hacktivist collective Dramatis Personai.”

I haven't read this book yet so... wat.

5. Have you ever had a song or poem written about you?

Psh of course not. (literally not sarcasm, no)

6. When was the last time you played air guitar?

OOOHHHH dude I have NO idea. I was never an “air guitar person”

7. A sound you hate?

Anything to do with plates, forks, and teeth SCRAPING. Also giggling?? ik im a monster, but like the teehee kind I cant STANDDDD

8. A sound you love?

Really obnoxiously loud cars?? BUt only if they are old.

9. Do you believe in ghosts?

Umm hell yea son? (tbh idk but id like to think so)

10. Do you believe in aliens?

Yes. Of course. There HAS to be some form of life somewhere out in space?? I mean it doesn’t necessarily have to be what we image, but I’m sure there’s some kind of tiny living dood out there.

11. Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

Yup, got my license about a year ago, I think? Parents made me wait a loooonngg time. I’ve gone in the ditch once in a snowstorm. The opposite ditch too, so thankfully I didn't get hit going across the highway.

12. Do you like the smell of gasoline?

I mean it’s definitely not my favorite smell, but I don't hate it.

13. Last movie you watched?

Old dogs, I think?? It was on tv, so I said what the hey

14. What’s the worst injury you've ever had?

With how clumsy I am, I’m surprised I haven't broken a bone, but I did fall out of a tree once and hit my head pretty hard + messed up my back

15. Do you have an obsession right now?

nOT REALLY just insanely obsessed w a dumb but wonderful 90s kid show (hey arnold) so I can feel like a kid again and cri

But also supernatural Im gonna go binge s14

16. Are you in a relationship right now?

NOppee, forever alone over here

17. Tag 10 blogs you want to get to know better!

ALRIGHTLY TAGGING A COUPLE RANDO FOLLWERS!

@deathhellfire @maritiarty @xhoppipolla @hellshadows @rollayns

NOBODY HAS TO DO IT IF U DON’T WANNA

#uggh #tags should be shorter #had fun tho #I got to find out a lil about myself too lol #tags #get to know me tag

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keenbouquetparadiseus-blog · 6 years

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On a Journey

In the years i have been alive, I have always wanted to be married. I have always wanted to be in love. I would watch everyone around me find someone and it always seemed so easy for them. But when it came down to me, it was trying to find Bikini Bottom. Yes, that hard. I was told to put myself out there. So i turned to tindr, bumble, okcupid, the three day free weekend for match.bomb. i mean com. And guess what happened. NOTHING ( you got it) All that turned up was the occasional false promises and you’re so perfect and then i get ghosted without one reason as to why. It got so bad, that, i honestly, was done. I believed that, there was no purpose for me to be on this earth if it meant never having found love. I believed my life is on a deadline, and if i never find love, i should end it. But after talking to my bestfriend, i have decided to try something....different. For the rest of 2018 and however long this goes. I am going to document my life. As i get to know myself. And complete some goals. Hence, why i am here, Writing this. Too 0 follwers, but that is fine. Its more for me, then it is for others. Here are my goals

1. Get my drivers license

2. read all the books i have in my room (which is a shitton)

3. Clean my room in its entirey ( i am a hoarder and this needs to be recified)

4,meditate ( my damn horoscope and psychics say i need to, so lets do it)

5. eat healthier (dont we all?)

6. become more spiritual

7. make a vision board ( idk bella throne says it works so yeah, dont judge)

8. learn more about my career ( more on that later)

9. practice makeup more

10. read and learn everything

11. listen to self love podcast

12. PRAY (more on this later)

13. Leave the past in the past (again more on this later)

14. Document everything

Now i am not gonna do all of this in this order. But i will document everything, Even the little things, like picking a book, watching a new show, little things, i will document because i want to see myself grow and become the me i didn't even know that was inside. This is just the first step to a very long journey. But im excited to see where it goes from here.

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andy-loves-corgis · 6 years

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20 Questions Tag!

The amazing @the-everlasting-dream tagged me on her 20 questions tag in honor to her 500 follwers, thank you so much darling and congrats 😘♥️

1. When/what age did you start writing? I remember writing poems for my school crushes when I was about 8 years old, but my first fanfiction was written when I was 12.

2. What inspired you to start? Well, I’ve said a couple of times that I’m a HUGE Harry Potter fan, by the I finished book 5 when I was 11/12 and was introduced to the fanfiction world, so I started my own story, which I have been improving for the last 13 years :X

3. Where and when does inspiration usually strike you? Anytime and anywhere, mainly when I’m listening to new songs that may fit an OTP or a WIP, most of the times I scribble some notes on a notebook, or write it on my phone’s notes.

4. Where and when do you usually to write? Morning? Late at night? On the bus? In bed? Most of the time it is late night with my laptop on my lap, but sometimes the inspo hits me so hard that I write on my phone on my way to work or home.

5. Do you listen to music while writing? If so what genre/playlist? I HAVE to, music is my main source of inspiration, the genre depends what I’m writing and for which OTPs, if I’m writing a Marauder’s era fanfiction and it’ll be a fun chapter I like to listen to Blink 182, for my TRR AU which is very angst I’m basing it on Adele songs I have an specific playlist I created on spotify with the songs in the order of the chapters.

As I said in another post, for smut I love to hear The Weeknd’s sexy voice.

6. Which category do you like best? Angst? Fluff? NSFW? Other? God I love all of them, but I have a thing for angst since I love so much for my readers to feel the same emotions as the characters!

7. Which category do you find most challenging to write? Fluff, actually, because I’m always afraid to sound too cheesy or cliche.

8. If you had to pick your favourite Choices book, which one would it be and why? Well, TRR is the only book I play regularly, my currency makes the diamonds too expensive, so I’m taking one book at a time, I really want to start Perfect Match, though!

9. If your Choices LIs were real, which one (and only one!) would you personally want to be with? Comparing all TRR LIs, I think my babe Drake would be the winner, he reminds me a lot of my boyfriend, so you can say I have a type! Hahahaha

10. Do you share any physical characteristics with your Choices MCs? Pics/selfies optional :) My hair looks a little like my TRR MC, but my eyes are green and hers are blue!

11. Which MC do you share the most personality traits with? I played a little The Freshman, and probably would be head over heels for a guy like Chris Powell, but I’m more like my TRR MC, who loves and defends her friends and it’s not afraid to follow her heart.

12. Which Choices character do you feel you have the best grasp of in terms of personality? I think Drake, because he has so many layers and I love to write characters like this.

13. What’s your favourite choices pairing to write for? Drake x MC without a doubt

14. What is a pairing/s you hope to start writing for? I’m very interested in Liam x Olivia and the others (still) secret LIs for Hana and Maxwell on my Once Upon a Disaster series.

15. What do you hope to improve in your writing? I need to beat anxiety and start to proof-read what I post, since I’m not an English native speaker, there are always some typos, or wrong prepositions... And I also need to improve my flow!

16. Any pet peeves related to writing? I think I’ve just answered this above hahaha.

17. Are you inspired by any IRL experiences when you write? Care to share? Only the feelings, like I remembered some time that I was so happy, or so sad, and try to channel it to write.

18. Is there any particular piece of work you consider to be your ultimate writing goal? Can I say Harry Potter? I’m all about creating a new world, but if I can’t, Princess Diaries is another option.

19. Did/do you write for any other fandoms? If so which ones? Once again... Harry Potter, I’ve been writing and rewriting HP fics for the past 12 years, I also have a one-shot for Divergent series.

20. In your spare time (when you’re not writing) what other hobbies do you pursue? I love watching series, stupid videos on YouTube and reading. I also train aerial silks and aerial hoop (pic below).

Tagging: @drakewalkerrosenberg @agent-zephyrkah @thequeenchoices @silviasutton1989 @blackwidow2721 @boneandfur @laniquelovely

#tag game #choices stories you play

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daniella100 · 3 years

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I was going to bitch about Instagram. Man, I was there today, what a bore. How many selfies can you take a year? Apparently A LOT. Well there, a tiny bitching. And kudos for the dads pictures in there. Those warmed my heart!

Now to these wise words, fitting for Father’s Day. It’s good to read about this phenomenon. Hopefully we’ll navigate it with grace.

Happy Father’s Day!

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📷 The New Era of Lost Friendships A societal disaster. 📷 Jun 1📷 John C Dvorak One of those random articles promoted by the front page of a web browser claimed that 2020 was the year of lost friendships. Chasms widened between Republicans and Democrats, Conservatives and Liberals, cynics and rule-follwers, Christians and atheists, capitalists and Marxists, liberty absolutists and lockdown-lovers, and even free-speech advocates and angry mobs.This article was about lost friendships in 2020 and what changed and why.Trump created this chaos. Whether it was because Trump was Satan himself or the embodiment of the actual underlying American spirit is beside the point. He was never meant to be president and whatever was “supposed” to happen to keep America on some Clintonesque neo-Liberal path toward a backdoor global governance as envisioned by the creeps at the World Economic Forum, the United Nations, and the World Health Organization was derailed or put on hold.This timeline disruption unleashed a horrendous backlash against not only Trump but the Republicans and independents who voted for him. They would suffer to the point that few would admit in public they ever voted for Trump. They did not know what was good for them.This “good for them” meant open borders, no nations, and no old-fashioned nationalism (the root of all evil). Hillary envisioned a Western Hemisphere with no borders from the tip of South America to Alaska. It would be a wonderful Utopia. In the early stages of this super-state, a plan had already been made for the coinage of the Amero modelled after the Euro.📷Some of these were made as collector’s coins. The argument is now made that this was a bogus “conspiracy theory” to begin with. There were never any plans for the Amero. And do you remember the plans for a super highway designed to split the USA in half? It was to go north and south from Mexico straight to Canada to move goods, a forerunner of the Eastern Hemisphere’s belt-and road promoted by the Chinese?Who knows what else would have been dreamed up by these maniacal forces that did not seem to have the interests of the American public (or any public) in mind. During this era, the corporations went global, while the American workforce was replaced with overseas workers—imported cheap foreign workers whom American workers had to train.The irony to me, all along, is that the Democrat Party, which was always promoting itself as “pro labor,” was nothing of the sort as it appealed to the global bankers and the real elites in finance, technology, publishing, and entertainment. America was told to say goodbye to the lost jobs.The American worker, as well as most ethnic minorities, were seen as too dumb, or at least too busy, to notice that their traditional political party was working against them.There even seemed to be an anti-American corporation theme involved as some of the highest corporate taxes in the world were levied on American corporations. Trump’s supposed great economic miracle cranked up the economy and brought jobs back—the sort of jobs Obama declared would never return—with a simple decrease in the corporate tax rates. How hard was that?Since then, Biden and the Democrats have worked to re-establish the old trends.📷 In the meantime, the schism between friends who were once Democrats who disagreed with Republicans but could still have dinner together is over. The source of much of this began years ago before Trump ever came along. It then came to the fore by Trump-haters and the endless nonsense about Russia combined with two “show trial” doomed to fail impeachments. This only succeeded in making the chasm wider.Further, an entire generation of kids has emerged from the educational system who hate this country. These are also the ones who seem to suffer the most from Covid hysteria. To this day in various parts of the country, they wear two masks, a plastic face screen, and those blue gloves, unless they’re soaking their hands in various alcoholic disinfectants.The schools now teach them about identity politics, critical theory, and

— variations on failed 1960s communist ideology. Even Black Lives Matter philosophies include the dissolution of the nuclear family and the overt Marxist world view and mechanism.This is seen as OK by the new generations of Americans who have not seen a vibrant economy in their lifetimes, thanks to the machinations of the neo-Liberals and progressive one-world government mavens who cannot seem to pull off an actual world government, but muck things up trying.In fact, they cannot even come close to a One World Government. They tried with some sort of world governance for climate change (“climate crisis” or “climate emergency” in newspeak), but there is too much skepticism. Would they name Greta Thunberg our new world leader?The Covid pandemic looks like another backdoor attempt, but only after a year of what looked like Keystone Kop world governance. These same people did manage to show that the most well-educated population of the entire globe can all want to take an experimental vaccine. This was through fearmongering and the global suppression of actual debate. Still, it has not gotten us any closer to world governance.All Covid did was damage more relationships as families who have bought into the vaccine will not let any of the unvaccinated near them, begging the question “What are you worried about if the vaccine actually works?” “Well, why take a chance,” they will tell you, parroting the mob boss Remo Gaggi from the movie Casino. OK, so something else is going on here.The result of this is that both sides think the other side is so stupid that they cannot have dinner together lest they come to blows. It boils down to that.What to do about it? I see only one common yet subtle element running throughout this story: the reintroduction and emphasis in education (K-12 and college) of the kind of anti-capitalist, anti-American Communist-Marixist-Socialist globalist rhetoric that was once eschewed by our education system. How did it become okay now?We were warned about it in the 1950's and 1960's. It’s happened. It’s permeated everything, including once-cherished friendships. Good luck fixing it. -- JCDJune 1, 2021 📷

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