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coochiequeens · 1 year

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Ireland …. The had no trouble telling men from women when they allowed the Magdalene Laundries.

An extremely violent Irish inmate who was sentenced after threatening to rape, torture, and murder his own mother has been threatening to rape female officers at the women’s prison he is being housed at.

Barbie Kardashian, 21, born Alejandro Gentile, is considered an extreme risk to public safety. He is serving a 5 and a half year prison sentence for threats he made to brutally attack and murder his own mother. The sentence was handed down he was found guilty of the chargesagainst him during a trial in May of 2022.

Following his sentencing, Kardashian was moved to the women’s unit of Limerick Prison in accordance with his “female” gender identity, prompting prison officials to express concerns about the risk to staff he posed. But less than two weeks after administrators began looking into moving him out of the unit and into an isolated alternative arrangement, Kardashian has targeted female staff.

According to Sunday World, Kardashian threatened to rape members of the prison’s female staff this week after being asked to clean up the area where he had taken a shower.

Male officers had to intervene in order to return Kardashian to his cell where he is being kept isolated from women inmates.

He is now subject to a P19, the prison’s system disciplinary procedure, and may lose certain privileges as a result.

While Kardashian is currently in the women’s wing, he has remained segregated from the general population due to his extremely violent history, including his tendency to target women. While it is unknown where Kardashian will be moved in the coming weeks as prison officials continue to explore their options, it is believed he will have to be held alone as he is not permitted to mix with other inmates.

Kardashian has a long and disturbing history with 15 previous convictions for violent offenses.

During his sentencing on March 16 at Limerick Circuit Criminal Court, Ireland’s National Police told the court that they have “grave concerns” about Kardashian’s potential for violence, and in particular his “motivation to carry out the threats” that he has frequently made against women.

Detective Garda Niall Fitzgerald testified that law enforcement believe Kardashian continues to “pose a significant threat to those she has made threats towards, as well as to the wider public.”

In 2020, the same year that he was granted a gender recognition certificate by the Department of Social Protection, legally documenting him as “female,” Kardashian made multiple threats against his mother. During court proceedings, Gardaí were told how Kardashian had said: “If I got into [my mother’s] house I would run towards her and put the knife into her body; I would want to prolong my mum’s suffering for as long as possible… I would stab her, but not in her heart or neck, I’d want to put her through lots of torture, fear and humiliation.”

At the trial, former Deputy Social Care Manager from Coovagh House gave evidence outlining how, on multiple occasions in 2020, Kardashian had expressed a desire to rape and murder his mother.

“[He] clearly expressed [he] wanted to track her down, identify where she lived and kill her – to murder and rape her,” the witness stated, continuing that on a separate occasion, Kardashian “expressed a clear desire to rape and mutilate [his] mother’s genitals.”

The witness also noted: “It was a clear desire to murder [his] mother, [he] had a plan to do so and was frustrated that [he] no longer knew where [his] mother lives.”

As previously reported by Reduxx, Kardashian has previously been convicted of a plethora of crimes including sexual assault, physical assault, and threats to kill. Several top justice officials, including Detective Garda Niall Fitzgerald of the Roxboro Garda Station and the Gardaí, have concluded that Kardashian is a serious danger to the public.

Kardashian has a lengthy history of being in the justice and social care systems, starting from an early age.

As a child, Kardashian was the victim of sustained abuse at the hands of his father, who also directed depraved abuses at his mother. His father had prevented his mother from breastfeeding or holding him when he cried, and physically and emotionally abused him throughout childhood.

Eventually, the sick man recruited his son to join in on the abuse of his mother.

At age 8, his mother fled with him to a safe house, but Kardashian was already extremely violent and directed much of the abuse towards her. Just two years later, Kardashian was taken into special care after carrying out a brutal attack against his mother. The woman was forced to move to another part of the country as Kardashian continued to express an urge to rape and murder her, including detailed plots of how he’d torture her.

While in care, Kardashian displayed “sexualized” and violent behavior towards female staff.

According to court documents from 2018, at 13 years of age, Kardashian attacked the female driver who had been transporting him from court after appearing on a bench warrant. Without warning, Kardashian grabbed the woman from the backseat, tearing off her eyelids and ripping out clumps of her hair. He later expressed disappointment that he hadn’t been able to murder the woman outright.

In 2019, Kardashian failed to appeal the special care order, but was released in 2020 after turning 18 and aging out of the secure care unit for children he had been held in since he was 10.

At the time, Gardaí issued a nationwide alert to members of the public regarding a “homicidal teenage girl” who was scheduled to re-enter the community, failing to mention Kardashian had changed his legal gender marker just weeks before he was set to be released and was not a biological female.

Even though police were attempting to warn the public of Kardashian’s release, news outlets were prohibited from providing any clarifying details on Kardashian’s identity, and platforms reporting accurate details on his appearance, sex, and history were censored. Gript Magazine, an independent Irish outlet, was forced to remove an article describing Kardashian as male.

Kardashian is currently on a waiting list to be assessed for “gender affirming” treatments.

Ireland’s Eurovision act announced today that they have cut ties with their creative director after screenshots began to circulate showing that he had made a number of critical comments about transgender people and Ukraine. Wild Youth’s song “We Are One” is set to be Ireland’s entry into the upcoming Eurovision 2023 contest.

On Twitter, the group wrote: “Wild Youth is a band that stands for unity and kindness. Our song represents our beliefs as a band. We have cut all ties with Ian bantam and will not have him on or near our team or Eurovision Journey.”

The group also apologized to those offended by Banham’s remarks on social media, adding that they were “horrified.” Lead singer Conor O’Donohoe commented that he “felt sick” when he saw Banham’s tweets.

Banham’s ousting came just hours after a Twitter account dedicated to Eurovision news posted a thread with several screenshots showing that Banham had made critical comments about gender ideology and the war in Ukraine.

Emblazoned with a “trigger warning” for transphobia, the ESC Discord wrote that Banham’s remarks “contradict the values of the Eurovision Song Contest.”

Among the examples provided of Banham’s alleged “transphobia” was a reply the choreographer made to a tweet featuring a video of transgender Tiktoker Dylan Mulvaney on his “374th day of being a girl.” The original poster commented “I’ve never met a woman who acted like this,” to which Banham said: “That’s because he’s not a woman.”

In another one of his so-called infractions, Banham commented on a post regarding Zara Jade, a violent transgender rapist who was jailed earlier this year after tying up and stabbing another transgender individual. The convict was first reported as a “woman” by the BBCdue to his self-declared gender identity, causing a wave of backlash which prompted them to change the wording of the headline.

Banham responded to a tweet on Jade, calling the violent convict a “man” and writing: “This clown world is ridiculous.”

In another tweet Banham was blasted for, he quote retweeted a video of a woman who identified as a bird named Horus, and commented “it’s a cult,” using clown emojis.

In addition to his critical comments about gender ideology, Banham made several remarks about last year’s Eurovision result, which saw Ukraine handed victory for their entry in what many perceived at the time was a politically-motivated move.

Banham wrote: “There’s a reason they call it the Eurovision ‘SONG’ contest! Not Eurovision ‘SUPPORT’ contest,” expressing that he believed Ukraine’s entry was not awarded the top spot on its merit as a song, but rather was chosen because of sympathy with the nation due to the conflict. Banham also congratulated the United Kingdom, which placed second, as the “winner.”

The ESC Discord account blasted the tweets as running “contrary” to Eurovision “celebrate[ing] diversity through music.”

ESD Discord shut down their Twitter comment section after a number of individuals rushed to defend Banham and agreed with his statements. Many of the replies expressing support for Banham were quickly hidden.

“Anyone claiming rapists are women is despicable. Your ‘values’ are depraved ESC,” one user responded.

“Your ideology is not my reality. If it’s your reality, then fine, but dont expect me to play along or affirm YOUR beliefs. Sex is fixed. That is factual. Not transphobic. Ian Banham seems clearly rooted in the real world, not ‘identifying’ as a hawk,'” another wrote.

Banham, who has since locked down his social media account, is a well-regarded choreographer and creative director, and has worked in the past with major acts including Kylie Minogue and Lily Allen.

He has also been a choreographer for top reality TV shows such as Dancing On Ice, Got To Dance, So You Think You Can Dance, Strictly Come Dancing and Dancing With The Stars.

#Ireland #Barbie Kardashian is Alejandro Gentile #Men in women’s prisons #Trans identified male with a history of violence towards women #Eurovision #Wild Youth #Ian Bantam spoke the truth #Conor O’Donohoe respects the pronouns of rapists but didn’t speak up against the rapist #Dylan Mulvaney is not a woman #Anyone claiming rapists are women is despicable #Censorship #saying sex is reality is transphobic

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wornoutspines · 3 months

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The Passage (2019 TV Series) Season Review | A Gripping Tale of Shifting Genres

I was late to #ThePassage but I binged it. A government experiment gone wrong & a race against time, I was in! Yet it surprised me, I'd love for people to go into it not knowing much #TVSeries #TVBinge #SciFi #TVReview @ThePassageTV @MPG @SaniyyaSidney

I must have had this show confused with another one because for some reason I thought I had a vague memory of it. Turns out it was my first time watching it. Justin Cronin is the author of the best-selling novel The Passage both of which were unknown to me until Liz Heldens (Will Trent) made it into a show. It’s a tight 10-episode series that was canceled before its time but can live on as is. It…

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hxneyfaerie · 11 months

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Soon enough, Ian swings by to see over the construction. He strolls the farm, arm in arm with Celia as they discuss design choices for the wood.

Griff works ardently while the two wander, and begins to regret not asking for help. Maybe Aaron, Logan, and Simon could spare a hand while the ladies are gossiping together...

#beau griffin #celia gentile #ian moody #gentile gen 1 #the gentile legacy #the gentile farm #hxneysim postcard legacy #the postcard legacy challenge #hxneysim #the sims community #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims #simblr #sims 4 simblr #ts4 simblr #sims 4 gameplay

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 4 months

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"... is necessary always treat animals with kindness. You know this word, 'kindness'?"

I said that I did, and he said: "Never forget this word. Very good word and not exist in many languages. Not in French, for instance. French say 'gentil' but this not mean same thing. Not kind, kind come from kin, like family, like same thing. Kindness mean to treat like self."

~ Gurdjieff, recollected by Fritz Peters in 'Boyhood with Gurdjieff'

[Ian Sanders]

#Gurdjieff #Ian Sanders #kindness #kin #words and writing #word #words #kind

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papesatan · 5 months

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“Ero veramente un bambino difficile. Non è che non capissi le cose o facessi fatica ad apprendere. Era semplicemente che non riuscivo a star fermo più di cinque minuti… che più o meno era il mio massimo periodo di concentrazione. Finivo quasi sempre per essere espulso dalla classe. Fu lì che, dopo avermi visto quattro o cinque volte in corridoio, Mister Pigden si prese cura di me. M'insegnò tutto lui. Non solo la didattica, ma anche a controllarmi, a canalizzare la rabbia e a contare fino a dieci prima d’esplodere come facevo di solito. Io non lo so perché mi scelse, ma lo fece. Mi diede delle responsabilità. Ero io a dover raccogliere i registri degli insegnanti, io a controllare che tutti bevessero la loro razione di latte. Era davvero bello, semplicemente mi sentivo importante. Mi ha fatto capire che potevo servire a qualcosa. Era l’uomo più grande del mondo. Amo quell’uomo.”

Cresciuto senza padre e frequentemente abusato dal patrigno violento, Ian Wright (uno dei più grandi bomber della storia dell’Arsenal) descrive così il suo rapporto col maestro Sidney Pigden, l’uomo che in qualche modo ne mutò la vita. I due si rincontreranno solo nel 2005 e alla vista del vecchio maestro, Ian scoppierà a piangere, incredulo: “Non posso crederci… mi avevano detto che era morto”. Lo sguardo svagato e smargiasso che cambia d’improvviso espressione, gli occhi che cercano disperata conferma, la sacra deferenza nel togliersi il cappello e, su tutto, la voce dolce e gentile del vecchio maestro che sembra provvedere ancora a quel bambino, al suo cuore smarrito, fissandolo intensamente come a dirgli: “Va tutto bene, sono qui e sono fiero di te”. Avrò guardato questo video centinaia di volte, di continuo, e ogni volta penso QUESTO, insegnare è questa cosa qui e non riesco a trattenere le lacrime, perché chissà se un giorno Rayan riuscirà a costruire il robot che ha in testa e ad aprire un negozio di elettronica, se Mirko diventerà papa Michele I, come tanto sogna, o Jacopo farà il calciatore, e incontrandoli, ormai anziano, si fermeranno a salutarmi, mi vedranno, ricorderanno tutto e allora saprò d’avergli lasciato qualcosa, una briciola di vita nel taschino, saprò d’esser stato un buon insegnante e non solo un freddo businessman, pronto a lucrare su asineria e ignoranza per vile tornaconto, ogni bambino una fattura. Non so se sarei in grado di fare ciò che ha fatto Mr. Pigden con Ian Wright, in un mondo, il mio mondo, in cui le mele marce si sostituiscono al primo morso, perché troppo dispendiose. Chissà se sono ancora capace d’insegnargli qualcosa di buono. Chissà cosa ricorderanno un giorno del loro folle tonto maestro.

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solxs · 2 years

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Sé gentil. No dejes que el mundo te endurezca. No dejes que el dolor te haga odiar. No dejes que la amargura te robe la dulzura. Enorgullécete de que, aunque el resto del mundo no esté de acuerdo, sigues creyendo que es un lugar hermoso.

Ian Thomas

#frases en español #citas #escritores #solxs #pensamientos #textos #notas #sentir #lit #somos deseos #latinoversos #escrituras #mayo13 #love #eternizado #khalem

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benoitblanc · 4 months

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arwen’s read in 2023!

the spiritual successor to my read in 2022 and, as always, excluding a shitload of rereads.

periodic tales by hugh aldersley-williams (★★★★★)

nona the ninth by tamsyn muir (★★★★★)

as you like it by william shakespeare (★★★★☆)

persuasion by jane austen (★★★★★)

the empire striketh back by ian doescher (★★★★★)

northanger abbey by jane austen (★★★★☆)

little women by louisa may alcott (★★★★★)

darth plagueis by james luceno (★★★☆☆)

the thursday murder club by richard osman (★★★★☆)

wild women and the blues by denny s bryce (★★★☆☆)

hell bent by leigh bardugo (★★★★★)

daisy jones and the six by taylor jenkins reid (★★★★☆)

invisible man by ralph ellison (★★★☆☆)

a thousand ships by natalie haynes (★★★★★)

if beale street could talk by james baldwin (★★★★☆)

moonflower murders by anthony horowitz (★★★★★)

emma by jane austen (★★★★★)

song of solomon by toni morrison (★★★★☆)

stiff by mary roach (★★★★☆)

the radium girls by kate moore (★★★★★)

the word is murder by anthony horowitz (★★★☆☆)

killers of a certain age by deanna raybourn (★★★★☆)

beloved by toni morrison (★★★★☆)

the ten thousand doors of january by alix e harrow (★★★☆☆)

working on a song by anais mitchell (★★★★★)

yellowface by rf kuang (★★★★★)

everyone in my family has killed someone by benjamin stevenson (★★★★☆)

the blind assassin by margaret atwood (★★★★★)

mansfield park by jane austen (★★★★☆)

cloud cuckoo land by anthony doerr (★★★★★)

upgrade by blake crouch (★★★★☆)

the children of jocasta by natalie haynes (★★★☆☆)

piranesi by susanna clarke (★★★★★)

the woman in the library by sulari gentill (★★★★☆)

the city and the city by china mieville (★★★★☆)

a is for arsenic by kathryn harkup (★★★★★)

cymbeline by william shakespeare (★★★★☆)

will in the world by stephen greenblatt (★★★★☆)

atonement by ian mcewan (★★★★★)

dirk gently’s holistic detective agency by douglas adams (★★★★☆)

a room with a view by em forster (★★★★☆)

fahrenheit 451 by ray bradbury (★★★★☆)

artemis by andy weir (★★★★☆)

murder your employer by rupert holmes (★★★★★)

memory wall by anthony doerr (★★★★★)

the appeal by janice hallett (★★★★★)

the twyford code by janice hallett (★★★★☆)

summer sons by lee mandelo (★★★☆☆)

salt to the sea by ruta sepetys (★★★☆☆)

the graveyard book by neil gaiman (★★★★☆)

the beautiful ones by silvia moreno-garcia (★★★★☆)

the button house archives by the writers of bbc ghosts (★★★★★)

#i did in fact forget to post this before the new year so here it is!#arwen.text #books #book recs

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mistiskie · 2 years

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ᅟᅟ désir charnel

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Smut with Jaehyun.

N/a: O SINAL DA VITÓRIA! KYRINHA VOLTOU PARA VOCÊS. Na verdade nem eu sei como consegui voltar com essa cara mais limpa depois de tanto tempo sumida, a única coisa que eu deveria dizer no momento é PERDÃO. Desculpa de verdade mesmo pessoal, eu passei por uns momentos tenebrosos esses tempo e minha rotina quase estava me sufocando (fiquei triste pois queria que o yuta estivesse fazendo isso no lugar do universo, mas tudo bem!) Eu não vou prolongar mais, deixo vocês com esse smut que eu adorei fazer, senti que minha escrita nesse foi impecável e estou bastante feliz com isso. ENFIM, boa leitura, eu amo vcs! ❤

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O choramingo contínuo no momento não irrita o Jung, pelo contrário, o instiga, infla o ego dele te ver tão rendida assim, se seu namorado soubesse que Jaehyun lhe fodia tão maravilhosamente bem comparado a ele seria uma certeza que não aprovaria a proximidade de vocês.

Para ser realista, uma parte dele já não aprovava, no entanto, o que faria? Conheceu Jaehyun bem antes de começar a namorar em meio ao campus da vasta faculdade. O casaco do time de basquete, aquela pose dominante e o sorriso casto foi o suficiente para te atrair ー mesmo sem perceber. ー e você, claro, não ficava por baixo, era a caloura que não saia da boca do time, com a saia plissada e as meias apertadas que iam até metade da coxa, andando por todos corredores esbanjando o sorriso gentil nos lábios carnudinhos, uma verdadeira tentação para todos e especialmente para Jaehyun.

Sonhava praticamente todos os dias quando poderia te comer, e não o leve a mal, Jaehyun era respeitoso quando se tratava de namoro alheio, no entanto não sabia como ou a que ponto deixou o sentimento carnal de te ter nos braços consumir seu interior. Era verdade, estava fodendo sua boca sem piedade alguma agora e não sentia nada, culpa, remorso, receio, ele queria isso.

Os barulhos obscenos soavam por todo o quarto, o trabalho em dupla e toda a concentração nos estudos havia ido por água abaixo. O líquido viscoso, quentinho e pouco salgado foi despejado em sua boca lhe causando um pouco de surpresa, contudo engoliu o que pôde com muito vigor.

Agarrou seu maxilar com brutalidade apenas para te encarar por cima, estava uma bagunça e particularmente, Jaehyun amou vê-la assim ainda mais pelo fato de ter feito tudo isso. A boca vermelha e inchadinha devido aos maus tratos por conta de si próprio formavam um biquinho adorável causado pelo aperto excessivo, as bochechas meladas com resquícios de porra se misturavam com as lágrimas que caíram de seus olhos enquanto sentia o cacete do Jung tocar no fundo de sua garganta, por fim a parte preferida, os olhinhos aguados e brilhantes o encarando com carência, súplica e qualquer coisa que chegasse a comover Jaehyun a ponto de finalmente te foder.

"Eu adoraria que o Ian visse como a namoradinha dele se encontra agora… Esse é o trabalho que você disse que faria, princesa?" Antes que pudesse responder um tapa é desferido em seu rosto, arde na mesma intensidade que excita. "Engolir toda minha porra desse jeito, era esse todo trabalho e estudo que teria comigo hoje? Pois eu acho que não, não é?"

Esfregou as perninhas uma na outra sentindo o núcleo esquentar cada vez mais, odiava admitir isso mas a culpa que sentia era capaz de deixar mais instigada a fazer pior do que já estava fazendo, gostava de Christian, e isso era verdade, entretanto deixou de desejá-lo assim que Jaehyun apareceu fazendo de sua vida uma bagunça, te deixando incerta sobre ser uma pessoa correta, como sempre foi, ou então ultrapassar todos os limites do bom caráter.

"J-jae…" a súplica soou mais como um ronronar manhoso quase desesperado, no entanto o Jung não falou nada mas entendia bem o que toda aquela manha significava.

Agachou para que ficasse na sua altura sussurrando rente ao seu ouvido.

"Eu poderia te maltratar mais um pouco…" seus olhos acompanharam os dele parando no relógio de ponteiro na parede à sua esquerda. "Sendo que Christian chega daqui a 20 minutos."

O semblante de desespero em seu rostinho foi suficiente para Jaehyun sorri debochado, havia esquecido completamente que não voltaria sozinha para casa, tinham combinado de sair com Christian assim que acabasse o trabalho.

Antes que pudesse o implorar, seu corpo foi movido com tamanha facilidade para cima da cama, o contraste do chão gélido e duro comparado ao fofo confortável dos lençóis te trouxe uma sensação de paz momentânea, observou Jaehyun tirar a regata que usava e repetiu o processo com sua camiseta.

"Não. A saia fica e a meia também."

Incapaz de contestar, você apenas concordou deixando a tão queridinha saia e o conjunto de meia em tom pastel, o Jung não precisava admitir com palavras para você saber o quanto te achava gostosa assim, e era incontável as vezes desejou te foder exatamente do jeitinho que estava.

As mãos firmes seguraram sua coxa com rispidez abrindo suas perninhas e te deixando bem abertinha para ele. Movimentou o quadril na direção da sua virilha forçando o pau teso a entrar.

Tomava espaço em seu interior devagar, causando uma ardência incômoda mas gostosa, e quando te invadiu por completo parou em êxtase sentindo as paredes internas o apertar, era uma delícia.

A delicadeza foi momentânea, Jaehyun não era assim, saiu de dentro para voltar com força tocando no limite. Seus olhinhos se arregalaram e o que era para ser um gemido saiu como um grito carregado de manha.

Jaehyun ri colocando uma de suas pernas sobre o ombro apenas para tocar na elevação em seu ventre causada por ele mesmo.

"Sente, princesa?" Você concorda tremilicando. " Está cheinha de mim, empanturrada de pau até aqui em cima…"

"Me destrói, por favor…"

Não precisou pedir duas vezes, voltou a movimentar-se, jogando o quadril com brutalidade cada vez mais, te fazendo apenas dele por aquele tempinho. Era tão rápido com as estocadas, Jaehyun podia visualizar muito bem os babados da saia se remexendo junto com o quadril pequeno debaixo de si, não conseguiu aguentar, desferiu o tanto de tapas que conseguiu até ver suas bandas vermelhinhas pois gostava daquilo tudo, você estava perfeita para ele e apenas ele. Era o errado da situação somando com você, no entanto sentia raiva em pensar que não estava ainda no posto de seu namorado e o que o impedia era um homem idiota como Christian.

Raiva e ciúme em excesso naquele momento só servia para ser descontado no seu corpinho frágil e em sua bucetinha, o som de seus gemidos se misturavam com o barulho molhado de ambas intimidades se chocando.

Encarou Jaehyun bobinha apertando os próprios peitinhos em busca de aplacar toda aquela sensação inebriante, implorava em sussurros dengoso por algo que nem mesmo sabia o que era, a única certeza que tinha naquele momento é que estava pertinho de se desmanchar.

"E-eu… eu-u!" Tentou avisá-lo mas não precisou, a forma como o apertava o deixando cada vez mais lubrificado já denunciava.

O barulho das rodas do carro te deixou alerta e o som do seu toque de telefone trouxe o desespero de minutos atrás ao ouvir as palavras sugestivas do Jung, agora tinha certeza que tudo o que ele falou se tornaria realidade.

"Encare a porta e não tire os olhos dela enquanto não tiver gozado, seu namoradinho meia boca pode entrar a qualquer momento, neném."

"J-jaehyun! M-meu Deus… m-meu d-deus!!" Remexia nervosa sobre o colchão na mesma intensidade que encarava a porta apreensiva, aquela cena era cômica e gostosa de se ver.

Era uma puta burra por pau e sedenta pelo mínimo de foda que conseguia ter, se odiava por dentro em saber a situação deplorável que se encontrava estava a excitando tanto, adrenalina e tesão corria junto em seu corpo causando a tão familiar eletricidade, gemeu alto o nome daquele que destruiua sua entradinha o molhando com o orgasmo mais intenso que já teve.

Chiou por conta da fragilidade que sua buceta estava e mesmo tendo ciência disso o Jung não parou até te encher com todo leitinho dele.

"Vai deixar minha porra bem guardadinha na sua buceta? Claro que vai, é uma princesa comportada e faz tudo o que peço, certo?"

"S-sim Jaehyun, faço tudo o que você pedir, tudo mesmo." Inclinou o corpo para selar seus lábios e deixar um carinho mínimo no seu rostinho sussurrando "boa garota".

"Jaehyun! Sou eu Ian, a _____ está aí?" A voz grave gritava debaixo da janela do quarto.

#jaehyun #kpop imagines #nct #nct smut #pt br #smut #nct 127 #jaehyun smut #kpop #nct imagines #illusion

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dragoneyes618 · 13 days

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"A study by professors Jay P. Greene, Albert Cheng, and Ian Kingsbury, found that the more education a person has, the more anti-Semitic he is likely to be.

Though earlier studies had suggested a correlation between low education levels and anti-Semitism, Greene et al suspected that those with higher education were too sophisticated to give “wrong” answers when asked straight up how they felt about Jews or whether they agreed with blatantly anti-Semitic stereotypes. So instead, the researchers used a test based on double standards by asking about comparable cases involving a Jewish example and a non-Jewish example. And they found that “more highly educated people were more likely to apply principles more harshly to Jewish examples.”

In the test, no subject was asked both about the Jewish case and the non-Jewish case to prevent them from discerning the nature of the test. When asked, for instance, whether “attachment to a foreign country creates a conflict of interest,” respondents with four-year degrees were 7 percent more likely, and those with advanced degrees 13 percent more likely, to express concern when the country was Israel than when it was Mexico. Those with advanced degrees were 12 percent more likely to support the military in prohibiting Jewish yarmulkes than in prohibiting Sikh turbans. While a majority of respondents supported a ban on public gatherings during Covid, those with advanced degrees were 11 percent more likely to do so with respect to Orthodox funerals than BLM protests.

The authors conclude their Tablet article (“Are Educated People More Anti-Semitic?” March 30, 2021), by quoting Harvard professor emerita Ruth Wisse, who argues that anti-Semitism flourishes when “it forms part of a political movement and serves a political purpose.” And such political causes are increasingly those favored by the well-educated in the US.

Horn herself provides a fascinating real-life example of differential treatment involving Jews. She wrote a piece on anti-Semitism for the New York Times. During the editorial process, she was relentlessly fact-checked on her assertion that violation of Jewish women had been widespread in the 1918–1921 Russian civil war and in the 1941 Farhud pogrom in Baghdad. Yet that same paper rushed to print a highly inflammatory (an ancient Tunisian synagogue was burned down in response) and false Hamas claim that Israel had bombed a Gaza hospital and inflicted 500 casualties, with no apparent fact-checking.

Often times the differential attention focused on Jews reflects an obsession with us. Since 1948, the number of casualties in the Arab-Israeli conflict ranks somewhere around 50th in world conflicts. Yet it has sucked up almost all the attention. Over half a million people were killed in the Syrian civil war, including some with poison gas, and millions displaced from their homes. Black Darfurian tribesman have been slaughtered by Sudanese Arabs in even greater numbers. Can anyone remember one mass demonstration protesting those slaughters? Or against Russia’s deliberate targeting of hospitals, apartment buildings, and other civilian sites in Ukraine? Or against Chinese concentration camps for two million imprisoned Uighurs? Compare that silence to dozens of anti-Israel demonstrations every day in cities and on campuses around the world.

Israel is constantly accused of genocide against Palestinians, even though under Israeli rule, Palestinians life expectancies increased 50 percent and infant mortality declined by three-quarters. Yet it is Hamas whose charter explicitly calls for the extermination of Jews around the globe — i.e., genocide. This is inversion of the worst sort. The accusation of genocide against Israel is a form of erasure of the Holocaust; alleged Jewish guilt an expiation of gentile sins of many greater times magnitude.

- https://mishpacha.com/anti-semitism-for-smarties/

#antisemitism #double standards #pro israel

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silencehq · 4 months

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sob o olhar atento dos deuses, saudamos os novos semideuses que chegam ao acampamento meio-sangue! solicitamos que suas contas sejam enviadas aos cuidados de dionísio dentro de 24 horas. bem-vindes ao lugar onde os filhos dos deuses descobrem seu verdadeiro potencial!

VAGAS OCUPADAS NOS CHALÉS: Atena (1/5); Iris (3/5); Melinoe (1/5); Ares (7/8)

INSTRUTORES: Poderes específicos (Manipulação de emoções)

LILY COLLINS? não! é apenas MEGARA ROITFELD, ela é filha de ATENA do chalé 06 e tem 28 anos. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há 13 anos, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, MEG é bastante PERSPICAZ mas também dizem que ela é ORGULHOSA. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

VIRGINIA GARDNER? não! é apenas BEATRICE NIGHTINGALE, ela é filhe de ÍRIS do chalé 14 e tem 26 anos. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL II por estar no acampamento há 6 ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, BEA é bastante GENTIL mas também dizem que ela é INOCENTE. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

BARRY KEOGHAN? não! é apenas Ian Windhelm, ele é filho de MELINOE do chalé VINTE E CINCO e tem VINTE E SETE ANOS, a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NIVEL II por estar no acampamento há DEZESSETE ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, IAN é bastante SIMPÁTICO mas também dizem que ele é MELANCÓLICO. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

deniz can aktas? Não! É apenas remzi bakirci, ele é filho de nix do chalé 24 e tem vinte e sete. A TV Hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no nível iii por estar no Acampamento há 15 anos, sabia? E se lá estiver certo, rem é bastante melindroso mas também dizem que ele é imprevisível. Mas você sabe como Hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

DAKOTA JOHNSON? não! é apenas SELINA KAVANAUGH, ela é filha de ARES do chalé NÚMERO 5 e tem TRINTA E DOIS ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL III DOS PODERES por estar no acampamento há QUINZE ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, LINA é bastante CONFIANTE mas também dizem que ela é ARROGANTE. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

#swf:aceitos

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sparatus · 8 months

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🎶😭

get me that duality man

🥺

snippet asks

buddy you came to the right place i am SO GOOD at one-two punches

🎶 share a happy moment. ANY happy moment. You must have ONE.

from The Weight of Memory ch1 [read on ao3]:

A noisy groan came from behind Saren, and he turned to see Des stamping off his feet before he entered. “Don’t tell me you called your mother. She probably told you to put arsenic in my portion, right?” “My gran, you big coward.” Valis smacked at Des’s spurs with her cane, but not particularly hard. To say her parents and siblings disapproved of her choice in husbands was putting it lightly; Saren had been present for exactly one chance encounter with a younger Abrudas sibling stationed on the same base once, and even he’d found himself ducking for cover. Joking around about it was about the only thing the two of them could do, at this point. “But it sounded like she’s still staying with my folks, so you never know. Promise there’s no arsenic.” “Gotcha. Saren, make sure you run a scan for cyanide.” Des shrugged the three overnight duffels they'd packed off his shoulder and dropped them by the bench, then stepped forward, arms already outstretched for the hug Valis pulled him into. He slotted against her smoothly, comfortably, with the practiced ease of a man who would be perfectly content to stay there forever. As her arm wrapped around beneath his cowl, a low thrum rose up from his chest, his eyes slid shut, and the last shreds of tension and anxiety melted out of his frame. "Hi, Val," he murmured, so soft Saren almost couldn't hear him. "Missed you." Her answering purr shook Saren's bones. She held Desolas like he was something precious: her face leaned against his overgrown crest, her powerful arms curled around him with the utmost gentility, her uneven subvocals sang her love and gratitude that the universe had returned him safely to her side. "You, too, hotshot. Not the same when you're not here."

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

from Broken Mirror ch50 [read on ao3]:

Tali nodded and flipped another switch. While Williams pulled the pads free and Nihlus braced himself for more weight, a soft burr drew his attention back to Saren. His hands still fidgeted endlessly, but he’d lifted his head, and his pupils had thinned back to razor-thin cuts in the iris. Ashley yanked the last pad supporting David’s arm free while Nihlus waited for Saren to do something else, which he did after Nihlus had gotten a solid thwack to the chest. “David,” he said, and his voice had lost all its usual gruffness, quiet and thoughtful and imploring. “Do you know who I am?” Another whimper, and David’s eyes started moving under his eyelids again. “Saren Arterius. Tur- Turian. Special, Special Tactics and Reconnaissance. Brother of-” “Son of Desinian and Veniria Arterius,” Saren interrupted, and Nihlus’s breath caught in his throat. “I’m not here to hurt you, David.” David was quiet for a moment, then managed a quiet, “Just wanted to help.” “I know, David.” Saren’s subvocals were gentle, maybe even… mournful. “Where are your parents, David? Do you have anybody besides your brother?” David’s muscles twitched against Nihlus’s back, like his body was trying to remember how to be alive. “Dad got sick. Mum was sad. Gavin said we had to go.” Nihlus shared a look with Williams, whose brow furrowed. “Thought the doc said his parents couldn’t handle him,” she muttered. She’d tried to lower his left arm gently as she listened, and now moved to busy herself with gingerly removing the tubes from his throat. He rumbled deep in his chest. “I’m getting the sense somebody here has a bit of a complex.” Saren twitched a mandible in their direction, but otherwise ignored them. “What are their names, David?” “Ian and Pearl Archer.” Nihlus closed his eyes. Names have power, whispered a hundred different people from a hundred different times. It was a common turian superstition, existing in some flavor in almost every culture across the Empire and carried outside of it like it was written into their very DNA: don’t say the name of anything you aren’t ready to show up next to you. Do you see? he silently implored any spirits that might have answered the call that had just been thrown out into the universe. Do you see what’s become of your sons?

#press conference #thetrashbagswasteland #ierian's writing

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apcomplexhq · 11 months

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✦ Nome do personagem: Yu Moonsik. ✦ Faceclaim e função: DPR IAN - Solista. ✦ Data de nascimento: 24/03/1990 ✦ Idade: 33 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Australiano, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Compreensivo, organizado e calmo. ✦ Defeitos: Impaciente, neurótico e lerdo. ✦ Moradia: Asphodel Meadows. ✦ Ocupação: Professor no Centro Infantil Divine Children's Academy e Professor de Literatura na Seul National University. ✦ Twitter: @MO90YM ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY. ✦ Char como condômino: Tranquilo! Raramente incomoda a vizinhança, costuma ser gentil e receptivo, aquele tipo de condômino que oferece ajuda antes mesmo de pedirem. Cuida das plantinhas do bloco por puro gosto e não se incomoda em regar as dos vizinhos também. Reservado, brincalhão e às vezes um pouco rabugento.

TW’s na bio: uso excessivo de remédios/fármacos e relação familiar conturbada.

Biografia:

24 de março de 1990. O primogênito da família Yu veio ao mundo em uma tarde ensolarada de domingo.Concebido em solo australiano, Moonsik nasceu e viveu boa parte de sua vida em Sydney, lugar onde residiu até os dezesseis anos. Teve uma infância conturbada graças ao pai que era agressivo e severo com todos os membros da família, incluindo a própria esposa. Aprendeu a tocar alguns instrumentos de corda por incentivo de um professor aos nove anos de idade e encontrou ali uma de suas maiores paixões. O garoto Yu carregava suas “bad girls” para todo canto que ia, até em eventos familiares, o que gerava um grande desagrado em sua mãe. Afinal, levar uma guitarra para cerimônias de casamento rendia olhares tortos. Coisa que, para ele, nunca teve importância. Estava acostumado. Sempre foi uma criança com muitos “demais”. Agitada demais, falante demais, bagunceira demais. Incomodar fazia parte de sua essência juvenil.

E essa essência se estendeu até a tão odiada adolescência, exceto a parte da agitação. Agora suas “bad girls” não o acompanhavam mais. Elas deram espaço para as correntes, os delineados marcados e as diversas camisas de bandas de emo core que completavam o look “sou diferentão" do jovem Yu. Diferente. Ele genuinamente sentia-se diferente entre os demais. Não tinha amigos ou pessoas com quem passar o tempo no intervalo entre as aulas. Costumava comer sozinho, muitas vezes no banheiro masculino, trancado na última cabine. Ninguém conhecia os seus ídolos, desprezavam a sua comida “estranha” e o achavam narigudo demais. “Um fracassado e tanto”, pensava sobre si.

Após concluir o décimo sexto aniversário, Moon Sik entrou em um avião pela primeira vez. As quase dezessete horas de voo pareceram uma eternidade para o inquieto e impaciente Yu. A adaptação foi lenta, cheia de obstáculos culturais e com muitos puxões de orelha. Mas, aos poucos, Seul foi se tornando um lar. O interesse por arte, música e literatura cresceu ainda mais estando na capital coreana. Era provável encontrá-lo nos museus da cidade, nas livrarias do bairro onde morava e até mesmo nas batalhas de rap em Hongdae. Não era muito bom de rima, péssimo para falar a verdade, mas gostava do ambiente e de como a música fluía tão naturalmente.

Em 2008 o nosso poeta sem causa ingressou na Seoul National University. Sem sombra de dúvidas a etapa mais complexa do processo foi escolher um único curso. Moon tinha múltiplas aspirações — e amores —, então, ter que decidir entre literatura, música e artes plásticas, não foi uma tarefa fácil para o rapaz. No fim das contas, a primeira opção falou mais alto em seu coração, assim como a loira de sotaque francês que conheceu nos corredores da universidade. Illyana partiu de colega de curso para "o grande amor de sua vida" em questão de semanas.

Alguns anos se passaram e mesmo com a exaustiva rotina acadêmica, Moon iniciou outro curso superior. Pedagogia! Uma paixão inesperada até mesmo para o australiano que descobriu o interesse na área durante o estágio obrigatório em uma creche local. Park Jihye, sua amada e controladora mãe, quase infartou com a notícia, mas o drama exagerado da mulher não o fez voltar atrás. Por outro lado, a atual noiva do professor em formação, Illyana, o apoiou completamente, e na semana seguinte da formatura ele estava lá, feliz e solto, conhecendo o campus da Yonsei University.

A carreira acadêmica seguia como o planejado, mas o noivado, não. Algumas discussões surgiram, houveram opiniões contrárias que resultaram em brigas intensas; brigas que esgotaram o casal aos poucos. Mesmo com as divergências, eles tentaram manter o relacionamento, ultrapassaram todos os limites pessoais para fazer dar certo, mas não teve jeito. O fim chegou e a culpa o atormentou diariamente, assim como a autodepreciação cresceu no mesmo ritmo, fora os abusos de fármacos que quase tiraram a sua vida.

Longos e dolorosos três anos se passaram. Moon não aguentava mais a rotina caótica da capital, precisava de ar fresco e calmaria, por isso, em um surto durante a madrugada, juntou as coisas, enfiou no carro e seguiu para Ulleung-un. Lá conheceu Kyunggu, o amor de sua vida, o homem atentado e impaciente que tem as rédeas de seu coração. Criou laços inquebráveis, realizou o grande sonho da paternidade e aos poucos construiu uma vida tranquila. A estadia em Acropolis era, de início, temporária, não pretendiam ficar por muito tempo, afinal, tinham uma vida no interior, mas o apego do namorado ao melhor amigo que decidiu morar no condomínio e a proximidade que teriam da família, os fizeram desfazer as malas de uma vez.

#aceitos #moonsik #dpr ian #professor #asphodel meadows

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archivedhoppsthethird · 2 years

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Headcanons extras para conhecer melhor Charlize !

Informações gerais:

nome completo: charlize pietra “charlie” hopps

data de nascimento: 28 de novembro

idade: 25 anos

signo: sagitário

natural de: novo país das maravilhas

gênero: feminino

orientação sexual: bissexual

ocupação: trabalha na padaria e cafeteria bread with love.

Aparência Física:

cor dos olhos: azuis

cor do cabelo: castanhos

altura: 1,63m

cicatrizes & tatuagens: em breve

caracteristicas chamativas: seu sorriso é o que mais se destaca em si.

face claim: victoria pedretti

Família

mãe: sra. hopps

pai: coelho branco

irmãos: alistair, belladonna. delilah, erin, felicity, giovani, hannah, ian & johanna hopps

Relacionamento com a família: se perguntar diretamente a ela, sua resposta pode variar a cada dia — existem alguns momentos em que ela vai dizer que não gosta muito de vir de uma família tão grande assim, e que as vezes é bem exaustivo ter de cuidar de tantos irmãos mais novos e ter de dividir quase tudo com eles. No entanto, na grande maioria das vezes, sua resposta é a de que ter uma família enorme é a melhor coisa do mundo, porque você nunca vai estar sozinho, e isso é muito importante para ela.

Charlie tem um bom relacionamento com os irmãos, ou pelo menos tentar ter. Ela sempre se prontificou a ajudar com os mais novos, e por isso se sente muito próxima deles. Seu relacionamento com seus pais também é muito bom, ela os ama de todo o coração.

Personalidade

charlize pode ser descrita como a paciência em pessoa. Por ter tido tantos irmãos mais novos, ser paciente foi um traço que ela desenvolveu muito cedo. Ela também é muito simpática e sorridente, e faz amigos com muita facilidade. Ela gosta de brincar com os outros e de provocar seus irmãos, mas não a ponto de deixa-los incomodados.

As vezes, ela tende a ser bem teimosa, gosta de fazer as coisas do jeito dela e tem uma certa dificuldade de ouvir os outros em alguns assuntos, mas é algo que ela tenta se policiar para não se tornar um problema muito grande.

Ela defende seus irmãos e amigos com unhas e dentes se for preciso e é uma pessoa que no geral, não liga muito para a opinião que os outros tem sobre ela. Charlie é do jeito que ela é, e não é a opinião de alguém que vai fazer com que ela queira mudar.

para resumir:

características positivas: gentil, simpática, bondosa, paciente, segura, independente

características positivas: teimosa, impulsiva, distraída, ansiosa

Inspirações para a personagem

Jo March (Little Women) / Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) / Dean Winchester (Supernatural) / Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

Trivia

3 é seu numero favorito (há). Não é muito, mas também não é pouco. É a quantidade perfeita.

Obvio, porém não menos importante : Ela ama ler. Já que escreve tanto, era de se esperar que ela fosse uma amante de livros, e ela gosta de ler de tudo um pouco, seus livros favoritos sendo os de romance e de aventuras.

Diferente de seus irmãos, Charlie Hopps DETESTA atrasos. Desde que passou a ser mais independente e viver na academia, é extremamente raro ver ela se atrasando para qualquer coisa. Ela, na verdade, é a pessoa que chega 10 minutos antes e espera pelos outros.

Charlie detesta ficar sozinha. Ela é do tipo de pessoa que gosta de estar sempre próxima das outras, em qualquer hora do dia. Não gostou muito da mudança nos dormitórios, porque ela preferia quando tinha um colega de quarto, por esse motivo, não é raro vê-la convidando seus irmãos e amigos para seu dormitório ou invadindo os deles.

É uma excelente professora.

Gosta de fazer corridas matinais e de se exercitar sempre que tem um tempo livre. Em contrapartida, não tem ninguém nesse mundo pior para esportes do que ela. Charlie consegue ser ruim em quase todos eles, mas ela gosta muito de assistir aos jogos de Magibol. Seu time é o Tea Defenders, é claro.

Charlie faz o melhor que pode com as cartas que ela recebe da vida, então é difícil ver ela reclamando muito das coisas. Ela sempre encontra uma maneira criativa de lidar com seus problemas.

Ela tende a dividir quase tudo o que ela tem, porque ela foi acostumada a fazer isso com seus irmãos. Então se precisar de algo emprestado, você pode procurá-la.

Sente-se muito próxima de todos os seus irmãos, mas ela tem um carinho ainda mais especial para com os gêmeos mais novos da família, Ian e Johanna. Por serem os caçulas e terem 10 anos de diferença entre ela e os dois, Charlie tende a dar mais atenção para eles, e proteger os dois com mais afinco.

Nossa terceira Hopps ama demais os animais e, sempre que pode, tentar ser voluntária em abrigos para cães e gatos, ajudando a encontrar um lar para eles. Ela possui um dragão barbudo de estimação, e o nome dele é Ronnie (foi Ian quem escolheu).

Se você perguntar para ela, Charlie irá dizer que escreve para si mesma, só pra passar o tempo e se divertir, mas a verdade é que ela adoraria publicar um livro um dia. Ela só não tem a coragem necessária para fazer isso ainda, apesar de que seus irmãos e amigos vivem dizendo que sua escrita é muito boa e que ela deveria tentar. Ela também escreve e publica algumas fanfics... em segredo.

#✶ // — ❮ DEVELOPMENT ❯

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hxneyfaerie · 11 months

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Ian visits the farm to discuss some expansion plans with Griff, but can’t leave without chatting to his little Poppet first 🥹

#ian moody #poppy gentile #the gentile legacy #gentile gen 1 #the postcard legacy challenge #hxneysim postcard legacy #hxneysim #the sims community #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims #simblr #sims 4 simblr #ts4 simblr #sims 4 gameplay

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eddieheart · 2 years

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ALANYA

Fandom: Shameless

Pairings: background Mickey x Ian

Words: 1830

Description: Mickey meets the half-sibling he didn’t know he had. Her mom just died and she’s kind of desperate.

Alanya Milkovich bastard child of Terry and and a hooker. She comes to the Gallagher home looking for Mickey. They've never met and she's scared. Her guardian just died and she had nowhere to go. Someone told her in passing that Terry had a son named Mickey who was fucking a Gallagher. April 25 2022

ALANYA

I walk slowly down the sidewalk, I'm nervous. Extremely so. I see a faded blue house in the distance. That's where the Gallagher's live, apparently.

My feet crunch the snow as the house gets closer and closer. I'm almost at the gate now. What am I even gonna say to them? I push open the gate slowly and walk to the door.

I knock on the door three times softly, with only one knuckle hitting to door. I take a step back as I hear footsteps behind the door.

The door is quickly thrown open by a tall brunet girl. She looks at me in distain.

"Ya' what'da y'a want?" She seems quite defensive.

"I'm looking for Mickey Milkovich I heard he might be here." I said softly.

"No. He ain't here now scram! What eva' ya' want you ain't gonna get it here, now go!" She slammed the door in my face.

I stare at it in shock. What am I gonna do now? I grip the straps of my worn rucksack as I hangs on my back. I slowly turn and walk down the steps.

I know other people live here. Maybe one of them can help. Beside the steps is an open area exposed underneath the deck. I grab a blanket from my bag lay it down onto the snow, then push myself into the corner of the steps. I sit my bag gently beside me and prepare to wait an excruciatingly long time for someone else to arrive.

My eyes flutter and close slowly. The cold feels glorious, a freezing blanket surrounding me. I must have drifted off because when I awoke a was still at the stairs, only this time I could hear voices getting closer.

I open my eyes slowly. When they adjust to the light I see a group of kids waking to the gate. Now it never I guess.

They open the gate oblivious to me until they reach the stairs.

"Who the hell is that?" A short boy yelled.

"Carl, Debs go inside. I'll handle this." The two short kids run inside and the tall redhead approches me.

"Hi, um.. I'm sorry. I was um.. I was just looking for someone." My head lowers timidly. "His name is Mickey- Milkovich I was told I could find him here." I sigh and snake my head tears threatening to fall.

"I don't even know why I'm here I should just go." I grab my bag and shift to stand.

"No, it's okay. He's not here but you could wait I guess. He should be back soon." I look up at him.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, come on inside, get warmed up." He smiled at me gentility.

As I stood he put his hand behind my back, guiding me but not touching me. I walk the stairs slowly approaching the door for the second time today. I look up to him.

"Are you sure this is okay? The other girl wouldn't even talk to me." I shake my head as I talk.

"Oh, you mean Fiona? Don't worry about her she just doesn't trust strangers." He smiled and lead me inside.

The heat hits me like a wall, the air is thick. The house looks quite homey. It's not just warm inside, it feels warm, welcoming.

I can hear footsteps coming from upstairs. Muffled voices and laughter, something I've never had. He gestures to the couch with a smile.

"Do you want like a drink or something?" He asks from the doorway of the kitchen. He leans on the doorframe head tilted.

"No, thank you thought." I smile and nod my head. A nervous tic I suppose or well a stim technically.

He nods in return and sits on a chair opposite to me. He puts his for arms on his spread legs.

"So why are you looking for Mickey?"

"Just some family stuff." I flip my hand lightly. Trying to wave it off. I don't want to get into my family issues with a stranger. My mind stops for a second, I think I know this guy.

"Wait- you-you're Ian right?" I look at him.

"Um yeah, how's you that?" His voice get slightly more defensive he talks.

"Oh nothing bad, I'm sorry that was probably really weird. When I was looking for Mickey they said he was with a redhead named Ian." I smile nervously.

He nods in response.

"Oh shoot I forgot to ask your name huh?" he smiles sweetly.

"Oh yeah! Sorry. I'm Alanya." I put my hand lightly to my chest.

I hear a stomping behind me and turn to see the same young boy running down the stairs.

"So who's the babe? One of Lip's lays." He laughs loudly and walks to the kitchen. Ian sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry about Carl he doesn't really have a filter. He's talking about one of my other brothers Lip- Phillip. He's kind of a man whore." I laugh lightly.

"So how many sibling do you have." I asked, more relaxed now. He chuckled.

"Five, Fiona the oldest, Lip, Debbie, Carl and the youngest Liam. He's two." Ian smiled as he spoke. "What about you?"

"Me? Oh no I don't have any siblings, at least not ones I talk to." I gave an awkward smile.

We stare at each other awkwardly. No one saying anything. I wonder what's it like to have such a big family, I've never had anything like that.

My mom only had me, she never told my dad. He had kids of his own and apparently he wasn't that good of a guy either. My mother had family in Ukraine but they didn't talk anymore.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a loud crash. The front door slamming shut. A man walks in, he has dark hair and a hint of stubble.

Ian quickly shot up a smile plastered on his face. Ian put his hands on the man's shoulder. He returned the smile.

"Hey Mick, there's actually someone here to see you." He said smiling.

That's Mickey? Shit, he looks like he could kill me with his baby toe. Mickey quirks a brow and tilts his head, he glances over at me.

"Yeah. What do you want." He deadpanned, he's not as gentile as Ian when he talks. Ian took his hands of as Mickey turns to face me.

I stood up and looked at him, I struggle to form words.

"You- um you're Mikhailo Milkovich right? Mickey I mean." He stared at me. Eyes hardened. He steeped away from Ian and towards me.

"Yeah, who want to know?"

"You're Terry Milkovich's kid?" He glared at me stepping closer.

"Look, you want something or not bitch?" I stumble a bit as I back up.

"Well it's just- do you remember a woman named Anika- um Anika Kovlenko? She well, I guess she knew him. She was Ukrainian had dark hair... um about yay high." I hold my hand up.

He cocked a brow and tighten his jaw. He tilted his head signalling me to go on.

"Um.. well I guess she lived with you guys for a bit. But um... she got pregnant and she was scared of Terry so she left. I'm- well, I'm hee daughter. You um.. you're my brother." I look down timidly. He looks quite shocked.

"And um.. I don't want anything. Really I don't, and you don't have to do anything I- well I just wanted to meet you, the family I guess. I'll just go, I'm sorry." I said hurriedly. I swallowed and grabbed my bag.

I stand up, I've said my piece I should go. I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Sit down." Mickey said much more softly now.

I look up nervously and slowly sink back down. He sits where Ian was previously, Ian sits beside him.

"So your one of Terry's kids? Why not look for him" He asked.

"I think so, I heard what he was like. What he did I didn't want to put someone like that in my life." My eyes tear up. "Fuck, I'm sorry. It's just been a really long week." My voice cracks as I speak.

"Why come now, if you really don't want something huh? We don't have money like that, you won't get anything."

"Anika- my mom, she died on um.. about a week ago. I knew what she was, I had always known, not like she hid it. I grew up in a motel room with three other hookers. I grew up in a shit hole, mom told me I had a dead beet dad. Some guy stupid enough to fuck a hooker without a condom. A homophobic jackass who hit his kids. My mother never wanted a child, she wasn't prepared for one, but at least she wouldn't leave me with an abuser huh?" I chuckle sarcastically. I roll my eyes as I wipe away stray tears.

"She was a shit mom but she was all I had, one day she was real stung out, thought she was gonna die. She let slip that the guy's name was Terry. He was Ukrainian and he lived in Chicago. It's not hard to find a Ukrainian man living in Chicago named Terry who has a shit ton of kids. After she died I said 'why not right?' not like I have anything to hold onto."

Mickey looks at me as I speak. His hard and suspicious exterior softening. He nodded his head at the end of my speech, leaning back a bit.

Ian looks shocked. His eyes wide and eyebrows raised. He puts a hand on Mickey's arm. I look down at my wrist checking the time.

"Shit, I'm sorry it's getting late I have to go." I look up at them, my eyes water. "It was really, really nice to meet you." I smile weakly. I stand up to leave but I'm interrupted again.

"We should meet up again, to talk or something, I can introduce you to the no super shitty parts of the family." I look over at Mickey .

"I would love that, yeah. Um yeah! I'll give you my number." I dig around in my bag and write my number on some scrap paper.

I hold it out them, Mickey grabs it and gives a tight lipped smile.

"How's- how's tomorrow?" I ask hopefully.

"Yeah sure." I nod and walk to the door, I give them one last look before I leave.

I walk home- well not home a motel. Home for the next few weeks. I softly open the door and peek inside.

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