#national minorities

[useless-catalanfacts]

Sweden saying they'll vote against allowing the use of Catalan, Basque and Galician in the European Union Parliament because "there's lots of minority languages and we can't allow them all" is so funny because CATALAN HAS MORE SPEAKERS THAN SWEDISH

Catalan is the 13th most spoken language in the EU. It has more than 10 million speakers, which means it has more speakers than other languages that are already official EU languages like Maltese (530,000), Estonian (1.2 million), Latvian (1.5 million), Irish (1.6 million), Slovene (2.5 million), Lithuanian (3 million), Slovak (5 million), Finnish (5.8 million), Danish (6 million), Swedish (10 million), and Bulgarian (10 million).

Neither Galician (3 million) nor Basque (750,000) would still be the least spoken languages to be allowed in the EU representative bodies.

But even if any of them did, so what? Why do speakers of smaller languages deserve less rights than those of bigger languages? How are we supposed to feel represented by the EU Parliament when our representatives aren't even allowed to speak our language, but the dominant groups can speak theirs?

It all comes down to the hatred of language/cultural diversity and the belief that it's an inconvenience, that only the languages of independent countries have any kind of value while the rest should be killed off. After all, isn't that what Sweden has been trying to do to the indigenous Sami people for centuries?

#actualitat #sweden #languages #catalan #basque #galician #sami #saami #europe #european politics #european union #language #langblr #eu #minority languages #minoritized languages #minorities #national minorities #stateless peoples #imperialism

[no-passaran]

September 25th, 2022

The cries for help of Russia's national minorities: "We will stop existing"

"In small villages, with two or three streets, they have taken all the men" • Putin's draft mobilization punishes regions like Yakutia, Buryatia and Dagestan.

On the day after declaring partial mobilization in Russia, a member of the Duma [Russian Parliament] and ex-mayor of Jakutsk, in Siberia, protested that the number of reserves that each region has to send to the front [of the war in Ukraine] didn't match. She asked why regions like Novosibirsk only mobilize 0.27% of the men between ages 20 and 59 and, at the same time, Yakutia has to mobilize 1.66%. In addition, she added, why are precisely the most disadvantaged towns of the north of Yakutia where the proportion of men called to war is higher? "In villages of the Artic, with 300 inhabitants, they take 47 men. I know what it means to live in the north at -55°C [-67°F] and, without the men, families will have a very hard time. What is the logic behind these numbers? What kind of proportionality are we talking about?"

Yakutia, located north of the permafrost and almost 8,500 km away from Moscow, is a land rich in natural resources (diamonds, uranium, hydrocarbon...) and the immigration of workers for the extraction businesses has left Yakuts and Evens, the indigenous peoples, as a minority in the cities of the centre and south of the Republic. On the other hand, they are the majority in the towns of the north, from which they are now being sent en masse to the frontline.

We have talked to Aanis, a girl from a town of 500 inhabitants where 35 men have been called to war: "They've taken almost all young men from the town, of local ethnicities (Evens and Yakuts). It was very unexpected, nobody could have seen something like this coming. Before the mobilization, people from the town were not interested in the war, it's hard enough to survive. We were worried about everyday problems: hunting, how the vegetables were growing... Now everything has changed, we are shocked."

Nikolai, a man from a village in the north of Yakutia, answers resolutely when we ask what has happened: "We had never seen before what is happening now, not even in the Second World War. They have sent all the native men to the front." I ask him for more details: "My village is inhabited only by Yakuts and Evens. We're less than 500 people, out of which only 154 are of working age, including women. They have called to the front 65 people, almost all the men between ages 18 and 60." He adds that families don't know how they will survive this winter. "It reaches -60°C [-76°F], and we don't have centralised heating or water pipes. We use ovens to warm up and it's usually men who take care of that. We live from hunting. Who will hunt now? What will we eat? Nobody knows."

I ask him why does he think the authorities have decided to take them and not others: "Because we live in remote and very small villages, with no Internet; there are no lawyers here or organizations that defend us. Many of us don't speak Russian or English. They probably calculated that mobilizing us would have little repercussion: very few people would notice the absence of some minorities, even if they disappear completely. In fact, there's already few of us left.

Poster calling for a protest of the Free Yakutia Foundation: "Yakutia! Don't cry! RESIST!"

In Yakutia, women have taken the streets to protest. They stand their ground. And they have done so, shouting "no to genocide!"

General mobilization in Buryatia

In Buryatia, a republic in the south of Siberia, bordering Mongolia, with a 35% native population of Mongolian origin (Buryats), their situation is just as harsh. "The mobilization in Buryatia is general, not partial", declares Aleksandra Garmazhapova, founder of a local NGO. Viktoriya Maladaeva, coordinator of the Free Buryatia Foundation, confirms it: "They're not calling up only reserves: they mobilize students, disabled people, and people who have never had any relation with the army. In small villages, with only two or three streets, they have taken all the men. There are families where they've called up the fathers and sons." She explains that many men were taken to the recruitment points during the night: "Then people started calling each other, and those who could drove their car to Mongolia. Others have hidden in the forests, in the taiga."

To answer to this situation, the ex-president of Mongolia (2009-2017) Tsakhiagiin Elbegdorj published the following message: "I know that since the beginning of this bloody war, the ethnic minorities that live in Russia are the ones that have suffered the most: the Mongols of Buryatia, of Tuva and Kalmykia have suffered. They have been used as cannon fodder. We, the Mongols, will welcome you with open arms and hearts. Our borders will stay open."

To the question of why she thinks Buryatia is disproportionately affected by the mobilization, Maladaeva answers without a doubt: "Because we are an ethnic minority and for Putin we are worthless [...] And that's the same in other "ethnic republics": right now we're getting calls from activists from Kalmykia, Chuvashia, Yakutia, Tuva... On the contrary, in the Irkutsk region (where there is a Slavic majority without notable minorities), there's silence, even though it borders us. Why?"

Dead in combat

"Russian victims in Ukraine". Data compiled by Mediazona.

We must highlight that, until Putin signed the decree to mobilize reserves last Wednesday, going to fight in Ukraine was voluntary and paid. Those interested signed a contract with the Russian army and got paid a monthly salary between 130,000 and 200,000 rubles, depending on the region.

These salaries might not be much in Moscow, but they are a fortune in the most deprived areas. In the Russian capital city, the average monthly wage is about 115,009 rubles, three times the average monthly wage in Buryatia. If we look at unemployment rates, we see how it's 1.5% in Saint Petersburg while in Northern Caucasus republics, such as Ingushetia, it's as high as 30%. In the context of these economic inequalities, a result of highly centralized policies that center the economic wealth around the cities where political power resides and regulate the periphery to misery, it's no surprise that Buryats and Caucasians see an opportunity in an army wage, and knowing that in the worst of cases, if they die in combat, their families will receive (in theory) a compensation of 7 million rubles and a pension.

These economic reasons explain, in part, why the two regions with the most soldiers who died in combat in Ukraine are Buryatia and Dagestan (in the northern Caucasus). According to official data compiled by the Russian news portal Mediazona, 6,219 Russian soldiers have died in total in the war in Ukraine. From Buryatia, 256 have died (out of a total of 1 million inhabitants), and from Dagestan, 292 (out of 2.5 million inhabitants). These numbers contrast highly with the 17 dead soldiers from Moscow (12 million inhabitants) or the 49 deaths from Saint Petersburg (5 million inhabitants).

"We are the empire's trash"

Another factor that deepens the marginalization of minorities in Russia, that could have contributed to their disproportionate enlistment, is the prevailing racism in Russian society. Maria Viushkova, analyst of the Free Buryatia Foundation, declared in an interview: "The best alternatives in Buryatia for finding a job are either emigrating to South Korea or joining the army. For us, it's difficult to find work in other regions of Russia, where Buryats have to face discrimination and racism: they don't hire them, they don't house them, they limit their education. Often, Buryats who have tried their luck in other regions of Russia are forced to come back."

Aslan is a man from Kabardino-Balkaria, near Dagestan. He confirms that racism towards Caucasians is noticeable in Moscow, where he worked in some years: "It's constant. At work, first they looked badly at me, it took them a while to trust me. And when they knew me well, sometimes they spoke badly of Caucasians using a slur that they use to define us, "chernojopie" (black butts), not even realising I was there. In the subway, I have had problems with nationalists because of my looks. And my child has had quarrels with his friends for not being "Russian".

I ask him why he thinks it's them and Siberian minorities who are the most affected by this war. He's resolute: "Because we are the empire's trash to the Kremlin, and this is a way to get rid of us." And he adds: "But I don't understand why the Northern peoples don't rebel against Moscow, the empire has also wanted to destroy them. I think mobilization hasn't been as numerous in our republics in the Caucasus as it has in the Far East because they don't dare to, they know we'll stand up to them."

Aslan is probably right. The Caucasus is a potentially explosive region, where there was for years a Jihadist armed group made of young radicalized people with no hopes for the future. Authorities are not interested in feeding discontent and rage among these young people.

But in the Far East and in Siberia the situation is different, and the natives make a request of us. When I asked Nikolai, from the village in Yakutia that has been left with no young men, how could we help them, he said: "Please, report about the minority nations. If all men go to war, the genetic reserve of our people will be gone. In 20 years, or 40 years, our language will also go extinct. We will stop existing."

#war in ukraine #ukraine invasion #national minorities #ethnic minorities #russia #racism #yakutia #buryatia #dagestan #siberia #indigenous #evens #yakuts #tuva #kalmykia #kabardino-balkaria #caucasus #stateless nations #💬 #genocide

[rodriguezbernal]

The right to freedom of expression as part of the legal status of national minorities

The right to freedom of expression as part of the legal status of national minorities

Tras merecer la aprobación del Comité Académico, el director de este despacho, Antonio Pedro Rodríguez Bernal, ha publicado en la prestigiosa Revista Internacional de Derecho de la Comunicación y de las Nuevas Tecnologías (DERECOM) el artículo “El derecho a la libertad de expresión como integrante del estatuto jurídico de las minorías nacionales”.   Libertad de expresión National minorities Leer…

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#Derecho a la información #derechos humanos #Freedom of expression #human rights #Libertad de expresión #Minorías nacionales #National minorities #Right to information

[muffinlance]

I'm sorry, this was bothering me enough to send in an ask.

The stupid question is: how strict is Earth-Kingdom-is-China vs Fire-Kingdom-is-Japan generally? I mostly ask because although none of the canon characters use real Japanese names, but it feels like everyone uses Japanese names for Fire Kingdom and Chinese for Earth, which makes Chinese Wanyi for Zuko's ship not fit in.

I mean, the waters are muddied from China's historical domination over the area, and it's a really great pun, but I woke up and my brain wouldn't let go of the entirely petty issue.

Ugh. Sorry for the stupid ask, especially since I don't come bearing any like funny trivia with to mitigate with. Please feel free to disregard as well, especially since I'm too cowardly to link to my actual tumblr account.

There's absolutely no strictness, because that's a fanon division anyway, and not one I adhere to. Fanon is fake and we can make of it what we want, and I want the pretty ship name!

#I tend to use Japanese names and culture #because I minored in Japanese and lived in Japan for awhile #I use Chinese and other Asian-country concepts as I become aware of them #the show itself deliberately mixes cultures across the board #probably because they realized making the Fire Nation == Japan would be #Uh #Rather on the nose #Historically speaking

[ryzselo]

My part of an art trade with @bean-pole-art - SoundRod :3

Please transformers fandom don’t steal my kneecaps I know I’m no tf artist I’m trying my best ok

#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #soundwave #hot rod #soundrod #cyberverse #cyberverse soundwave #cyberverse hot rod #transformers cyberverse #fr I’m so fuckin anxious #spare me #o the fuckin soundrod nation #do not eat my liver over minor mistakes #I am afraid of this fandom I once was a part of #fun fact I am rotting alive #is that how you use tumblr tags?

[blatterpussbunnyfromhell]

Making a separate post because it bothers me but "gaelic" is not the name of "the scottish language", it's an umbrella term for the celtic languages of Gaeilge (Irish gaelic) and Gàidhlig, the scottish gaelic, not language.

(Not be confused with the brythonic branches of celtic languages such as Welsh, Brezhoneg, or Cornish.)

#languages #gaeilge #gaidhlig #celtic languages #gaelic #linguistics #yes this is about the hozier garlic post #butchered tongue #minority languages #indigenous languages #celtic nations

[orcelito]

ok I don't think we as a fandom talk about the way Vash cries blood enough

we only see it once or twice from what I remember, the one definite time being here ^ when the puppet attack first begins & he's dealing with the emotional agony of seeing so many of his family turn into puppets.

so it's clearly something that comes out only when he's in severe emotional distress.

the interesting thing is that Wolfwood is fucking TERRIFIED of him bc of it.

whatever this moment is, Vash is giving off the same sort of oppressive energy that Wolfwood's experienced with Knives. it's the first time during their travels that he's really been forced to recognize What Vash Is. he knew it of course, saw him in Jeneora, but he's such a goofy guy it's easy to forget.

but whatever Vash is doing here, it makes Wolfwood Incredibly aware of what he is.

so the real question i think is What exactly is going on here? is it unintentional? is it simply a response to the emotional agony?

Vash isn't the type to indiscriminately terrify everyone in the vicinity on purpose. he wouldn't be doing this purposefully out of anger while Wolfwood's there. no, in this moment, he's not even angry at all. he's Distraught.

going from This

to this

in just a moment.

yeah. that's some fucking emotional agony. i dont think Vash is doing this entirely on purpose.

but THEN...

as both Leonof and Wolfwood stare at him in fear, Both feeling his oppressive energy, Vash then lets out some sort of blast that blows against everything between him and Leonof. it doesn't destroy anything, doesn't even injure him, but it's a physically tangible effect that scares the Shit out of Leonof & spurs him into motion.

there may be some anger involved in this moment, but it's not the hair-trigger rage you would expect from seeing his family turned into puppets. it's something Quiet, something almost cold. he's distraught, Resigned, & retaliating just because he has to.

Vash hates all of this. he doesn't want to fight him. he fucking Knows this guy too, knew him as a kid, & none of this makes sense. but he knows that he needs to fight him, & doesn't have any kind of choice.

but he's not happy about it. not in the slightest.

#speculation nation #fanny reads trigun #fanny's trigun analysis #trigun #trigun spoilers/ #trimax spoilers/ #adding that tag for tag goers. since this is a very trimax moment. #im just fascinated by the implications here. there's so much we don't see about Vash's abilities. him and Knives both. #there's the implication that he can read people's minds in the way he sometimes responds to thought boxes #and also the entire mental conversation he has with Legato. NONE of this is brought up. #the way Knives created that tree. they obviously can generate vegetation just like their sisters. or at least Knives can. #Vash creates that barrier. which I see as an extreme manipulation of gravity to prevent anything from going through. #and of course there's the explosions. with the angel arm theyre huge. #but then we see at least once Vash turn his finger into a lil canon. aka it can be done in a smaller form #and also the implications of him just making Bomb Bullets? mini versions of his giant explosions? What?????? #so it brings the question of What If they could do these things on smaller scales? would Vash be capable of minor manipulations of gravity? #would Knives be able to just generate a fruit in his hand? #so many weird little things!!!! and we have no idea!!!!!! #but ykno what me as a fanfiction writer my entire PURPOSE is to extrapolate from canon. which includes their weird ass powers. #aka im going to make assumptions from the little bits we see in canon and im gonna RUN with them #definitely looking to do something with This moment too. Vash's oppressive energy... it will Definitely be fun.

[storybookstr4nge]

I bought and read the sun and the star today and..... nobody talk to me rn. I can TELL where mark oshiro pulled through for us. this book is so unapologetically queer, and melded with rick's always wonderful action sequences makes for such a lovely read... it really solidifies Will and Nico's chemistry and history and the wonderful way they love both romantically and as friends.... it never fell into the miscommunication trope even when the boys argued, and instead had them talk it out and be so transparent the whole way through...... it was so cavity-inducing-ly cheesy with just the right moments of incredible fluff and tragedy. I just love them. I love how dorky they are together. two cringe fail (affectionate) losers who are just so so smitten by one another and putting in a beautiful and mature effort towards loving one another the exact way the other needs to be loved. I am just so happy that this book exists within the riordanverse canon

#solangelo #the sun and the star #will solace #nico di angelo #rick riordan #riordanverse #Percy jackson #the heroes of olympus #WILL SOLACE NATION RISE!!!! istg I have been obsessed w this bitch since he was a barely mentioned minor character in tlo #and to see him now on the COVER of a book ...... yeah I'm ill. #book didn't overstay its welcome and like all my bingo predictions came true #I'm just...... heart so full...... #need to collect my thoughts.... but yeah.... yeah it was good #so many amazing quotes. so much artwork potential #and if u didn't like it well that's okay! but I could not stop smiling my whole read through & to me that is worth something :]

[scrambledlikeeggs]

If you're still taking hermit hybrid requests I always have to shill for my boy xB. With a guardian maybe? Or anglerfish if you're feeling fancy 👉👈

I love this one…..ANGLERFISH XB!!! I was working on a piece for hermit horror titled 'fish food' so I might come back to it. I honestly think this might by my favourite piece from my hermit hybrids collection second to only possum pearl

(fyi until otherwise stated I am always taking hermit hybrids requests /gen :D)

#hermit hybrids #hermitcraft #hermitblr #xb fanart #xbcrafted #xbcrafted fanart #if you guys saw the last Xb request no you didn't cause I hated it and deleted it 24 hours after posting this one is much better #Anglerfish are insanely fascinating to me as are most animals/creatures I have a brain full of nothing but animal facts #I blame national geographic #thanks for the ask <3 #sorry for the ramble #also also slightly changed my style opinions? if any the change is very minor #Hermit hybrids

[lovelylotusf1]

Bubblegum

There's bubblegum stuck to the desk, George notes.

It's the only free place in the front row. Someone is sitting in his usual spot. George stares at him.

Dirty blonde hair sticking out from underneath a cap. A white hoodie with bright pink letters screaming at him, matching the gum glued to George's desk. Icy blue eyes glaring right back at him. A can of Red Bull underneath fingers that are tap-tap-tapping against the metal.

George sits down, the old chair creaking underneath him like it always does in this particular lecture hall. He needs to have a chat with someone about safety regulations.

“You took my spot,” George says, trying to sound neutral and polite. But his vowels are too short and his consonants are spoken through gritted teeth. His tone makes his displeasure noticeable.

The guy rolls his eyes. “I didn't see your name on it. There's lots of space in the back.”

George can't place his accent. It's harsh and melodic at the same time.

George takes out his notebook and pens, careful to avoid placing them right on the pink gum. Where he's sitting, he is desperately lacking some space.

George tries again. “I always sit here.”

“Not my problem.”

George is about to retort when the professor starts talking. He hadn't even heard her come in.

He snaps his head back to his notebook and opens it. He carefully writes the headline “Lecture 3” and underlines it before writing the date in a neat little box in the top right corner.

The lesson continues like usual. He meticulously takes notes, asks for clarification multiple times, marks passages for when he should consult the textbook at home.

He ignores the guy next to him. Or tries to, at least. But every scratch of his neighbor's pen against paper burrows its way deep inside George's brain. Every sip of an energy drink next to him irritates George to no end.

He is thankful that he writes with a pen. If it were a pencil, it would have snapped in half not even ten minutes into the lesson, wood crumbling under the pressure of George's iron grip.

George wishes that something bad would happen. Just to have something external match his discomfort within.

He curses himself the second it happens. The professor announces group projects. Of course, the groups are determined by seating position.

George turns around, feeling a bit like a robot going through preprogrammed motions. He comes face to face with the guy who took his seat and is now offering his hand in return.

“I'm Max Verstappen. What's your name? So I can write a sign to reserve the desk for you next time.”

The pink letters on his chest seem to mock George. Pink like the bubblegum on the desk that's not his, on the desk that he had been forced to sit at.

George takes the offered hand with a smile that's frozen in place and a handshake that cuts off his circulation. “George Russell. Nice to meet you.”

#george russell #max verstappen #gax #f1 rpf #drabble #lotus wrote something #alternative title: george being snappy over minor inconvenience - more at six #gax nation i offer you a tribute! please accept it!

[useless-catalanfacts]

The rap singer Valtònyc (wearing dark green in the first photo) has returned from exile. It's the first time he steps in his homeland Mallorca in almost 6 years.

He was sentenced to 3.5 years of prison because when he was 18 years old he wrote a song where he criticized the Spanish monarchy and uploaded it to YouTube. He wasn't famous and his most listened song on YouTube had 8,000 views, but in Spain it's a crime to say "injuries against the crown", and the laws are often applied more harshly against national minorities (Valtònyc is from the Catalan Countries). His song was found and he had to go to trial over it, and was sentenced guilty of the crimes of injuries against the monarchy, praising terrorism, and threats.

Valtònyc refused to accept the so-called "justice" of the Spanish judicial system, so he decided to escape. He managed to sneak to France unnoticed by the police, and went to Belgium, where there was already a community of Catalan people on exile for their political involvement in the Catalan independence process. He has lived on exile in Belgium these last 5 years and a half.

Had he come back to any Spanish territory, Valtònyc (same as the other exiles) would have immediately been jailed. In fact, Spain issued an international order of extradition, demanding Belgium arrest him and send him to Spain to be imprisoned. But the Belgian courts found that these kind of cases should be allowed under freedom of speech and, instead of sending Valtònyc to Spain, Belgium got rid of their own law that punished "injuries against the crown" as a crime. With no Belgian law to punish him, he was allowed to stay in Belgium. This is a similar process that had happened with other Catalan exiles, who Spain has demanded be extradited multiple times but Belgian law has protected for human rights and freedom of speech reasons.

By the way, the song that got him sentenced to prison had been a commission from the Spanish politician Pablo Iglesias (leader of Podemos, the left Spanish party) for his TV show La Tuerka. Valtònyc has explained that Iglesias never called him, never showed any solidarity nor interest in his case. Iglesias was vice-president of Spain during Valtònyc's exile.

The crimes expired six months ago, meaning he can no longer be imprisoned for it. However, the Spanish courts did not notify him of it (as they should have done), so his lawyer and him just found out.

After saying goodbye to other Catalan people on exile in Belgium, who are not allowed to come back yet (in the photos, shared by Valtònyc on his Twitter, he is saying goodbye to the politicians Lluís Puig and Carles Puigdemont), he has come back home.

He was welcomed by 200 people in his hometown. He has thanked all the people who helped him and showed solidarity. He also reminded that Pablo Hasél (a rap singer from Catalonia) is still in prison for the lyrics of his songs and the contents of his Tweets, sentenced guilty of injuries against the crown and praising terrorism. You can read more about Pablo Hasél's arrest in this post, and an explanation of the tweets and lyrics that got him sentenced in this post.

As we celebrate Valtònyc's return, we cannot forget that Spain has repeatedly ranked number 1 in the whole world for country that sent the most musicians to jail for the content of their music, in 2018 and 2020. By the way all the 14 rap singers condemned to prison for their lyrics were Catalan (Pablo Hasél and the 12 members of the band La Insurgencia from Catalonia, and Valtònyc from the Balearic islands), not one of any other culture group or from any other area. Curious, 100% of the sentenced, when the population of the Catalan Countries is less than 29% of the population of Spain. Wonder why!

#valtònyc #actualitat #freedom of speech #mallorca #illes balears #europe #spain #catalan #freedom of expression #belgium #current events #anti monarchy #rap #rap music #hip hop #human rights #national minorities #minorities #european union #oppression

[sohotthateveryonedied]

the only “modernized” take of the joker i’ll accept in the battinson movies is if joker does a twitter poll for whether or not to kill robin

#he's just sitting there on his silly phone watching people vote #meanwhile jason's tied to a chair and bleeding out like ''can we PLEASE get on with this you influencer bitch'' #it sparks national discourse of people canceling the joker for killing a minor #meanwhile the other half are analyzing vigilante laws saying that robin shouldn't have been superheroing in the first place #buzzfeed does an article about it like ''15 GIFs That Perfectly Show Our Reactions When We Saw Joker Beating Robin With A Crowbar'' #joker does a livestream of it #soho speaks #the batman #batman #joker #the joker #jason todd #robin #red hood #batman and robin #matt reeves #dc comics

[rodriguezbernal]

El derecho a la libertad de expresión como integrante del estatuto jurídico de las minorías nacionales

El derecho a la libertad de expresión como integrante del estatuto jurídico de las minorías nacionales

Tras merecer la aprobación del Comité Académico, el director de este despacho, Antonio Pedro Rodríguez Bernal, ha publicado en la prestigiosa Revista Internacional de Derecho de la Comunicación y de las Nuevas Tecnologías (DERECOM) el artículo “El derecho a la libertad de expresión como integrante del estatuto jurídico de las minorías nacionales”.  Leer este artículo siguiente este…

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[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Christmas Houses National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation  Home Alone Miracle on 34th Street  Deck The Halls The Family Stone Christmas With The Kranks Four Christmases The Holiday Unaccompanied Minors  The Santa Claus 

#merry christmas everyone #christmas #christmas houses #its an aesthetic #movie #movies #filmedit #filmedits #holiday goodness #national lampoon #home alone #miracle on 34th street #deck the halls #the family stone #christmas with the kranks #four christmases #the holiday #unaccompanied minors #the santa claus #gif #gifset #gifs #can i live in some of these houses #like gorgeous city

[starlightsearches]

Mail's Here

Thought about this earlier and then I had to write it or I'd die. Let me know what you think 💖

Edward Nashton x Roommate! Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, masturbation (m), language, sexual references, this is rushed because i have an assignment due at midnight but i couldn't work on it until this was done.

"You got a package."

Edward hears you as soon as he walks in the door, ditching his messenger bag and rain-spattered coat. It's not new information—he got the delivery confirmation while he was still at work, which made focusing pretty close to impossible—but his heart still jumps in his chest as you gesture to the box on the table.

"Oh, thanks."

He grabs the box immediately, glad to see the company was honest when they'd promised discreet packaging. It's a little lighter than he expected, and he weighs it in his hands, drumming his fingers against the top of it and trying to decide if it would be less suspicious to go immediately to his room or linger here a few moments longer.

"Whatcha get?" you ask casually, flipping through the pages of a magazine as you recline on the couch. Maybe guilt has put him on high alert, but the question feels almost too casual; Eddie has to wonder . . . do you know?

He's being ridiculous, but still.

"Computer parts," he answers, watching you closely for any signs of suspicion. There's nothing in your expression, though. You're not even looking at him, showing only the barest amount of interest.

"Cool."

It's not cool, and he knows that. The only thing less cool than computer parts would be the box's actual contents.

"Yeah," Edward says, wishing he was still wearing his jacket so he could have somewhere to put his free hand, "well, I'm gonna go, uh, put it together."

"Sounds good, Eddie," you tell him, "when you're done we can think about dinner, if you want. I've been craving that Thai takeout we got a few weeks ago."

"Yeah, okay."

Eddie reaches his room and twists the lock on the door, triple-checking to make sure that it's actually locked, and then giving it a few extra tugs for good measure. You never came into his room without knocking anyways, but today's not a day to take risks.

Scissors in hand, he sits on the edge of his mattress, trying to shake the nerves before he slices a clean line through the tape.

Eddie never thought it would come to this, but the situation is dire. Being your roommate has ruined him in some of the best ways, and more of the worst.

He'd always been satisfied enough with a little lotion and a collection of tissues, tugging at his cock whenever the urge struck him. He'd been satisfied picturing whatever porn star he'd latched onto recently, thinking about the way they'd look with their knees buried in his carpet, or how their breasts would bounce in his hands while they impaled themselves on his cock.

He'd been satisfied, until you fucking ruined everything.

With your fucking low-cut sports bras and your morning yoga routines in the living room, your laundry basket full of lacy panties peeking out from under a pair of jeans. With your kind smiles and thoughtful questions and the hot press of your body when you curled up against him on the couch.

Fuck, he couldn't jerk off enough anymore—developing fucking callouses on his palm every time he snuck off to the bathroom during movie nights and morning coffee, practically sobbing into his palm if the bathroom smelled like your shampoo.

This was his last hope. The only way to stop himself from going fucking crazy.

The inside of the package is a little underwhelming—just the two items he bought and some bubble wrap to keep them from rattling too much in the box. He grabs the bottle of lube first, since that's the least foreign of the two, popping the top and rubbing a few drops between his thumb and forefinger.

Eddie slicks up his first two fingers, his breathing growing harder, cock stirring in his jeans.

He'd heard you once, late at night when you thought he'd be asleep. Walking back from the kitchen after grabbing a glass of water and passing by your door, Eddie had been stopped in his tracks by a sound on the other side, knees weak. Even as his stomach churned with guilt, he'd pressed his ear up against it, and had his suspicions confirmed—only there long enough to hear the wet friction of your fingers in your cunt, and another stifled moan.

Imagining it's your slick coating his fingers has him painfully hard, all his embarrassment swallowed by need. He slides the fleshlight from its box, dropping it beside him on the bed before kicking his pants down his legs and forcing the band of his boxers under his ass.

His cock flops against his stomach, dribbling a little on the bottom of his button-up, and he's already so sensitive, gritting his teeth just at the rough feeling of the fabric.

Eddie grabs the toy again, bringing it close to his face, skin hot as he studies the silicone model of a pussy. He's learned the basics from porn—knows that the clitoris is at the top and the folds around the opening are the lips—but there's a difference between seeing it and feeling it, even in plastic form.

He presses his thumb against the little nub at the top, rubbing slow circles around it, like he'd seen done before. What kind of noises would he hear if it was yours?

Eddie's thighs constrict, and he forces himself to take a few deep breaths until the feeling subsides. He's going to cum before he even gets inside the little plastic cunt, if he's not careful.

Eddie grabs the lube from his bedside table, smearing some over the entrance of his new toy—coating it until it shines—and then adding a few drops to his hand and stroking it over his cock for good measure.

He feels silly, lining up the swollen head of his dick with the little plastic entrance, feels silly enough that he can't look as he presses the toy down until it swallows the tip.

"Fuck."

He whispers the word through clenched teeth, and there's not much else to say, except that it feels so much better than his hand. Squeezing him from every angle, and there's blood in his mouth from the way his teeth dig against his chapped lips, hips bucking off the sheets.

With a little more lube, Eddie's able to fit the toy over the entirety of his length, lightheaded when he sees the opening stretched around the base of his cock, a little lube dripping from its surface, displaced by this first thrust.

"So, god, so tight," he speaks his thoughts out loud even though there's no one to hear it, no one to be praised for how good he feels. He can't stop himself, moving his hand with a few shallow strokes, eyes rolling back at the feeling. "Just- just like that."

Like this?

Eddie hears the words in your voice and he groans, slapping his free hand down over his mouth to quiet the noise.

Eddie, he imagines your fingers at his wrist, pulling his hand away as your hips bob up and down over his cock, don't do that, honey. I want to hear you.

"Mhhmh—" it's all he can manage, forcing his fist against the sheets, hot tears pooling against his lashes. Just the thought of you here with him has him fucking crying, body on the edge of collapse.

Good boy.

Eddie is your good boy, pumping vigorously now at his cock, letting the lewd, wet noises rush over him as sweat drips down his flushed temples. He's caught enough accidental glimpses of himself in the bathroom mirror to know his whole face is bright red, cheeks and forehead shining.

But he thinks you might like that, would want to see your good boy coming apart beneath you, your pretty fingers circling his neck as you rode him to oblivion.

"M'gonna cum," he mumbles, unable to stop his release once it's started. The website had a whole bunch of tips for increasing your stamina—stroking patterns and ways to stop an orgasm—but those are long gone, his whole body a tightly clenched fist.

Go ahead baby, since you've been so good for me.

He swears he feels your lips against his just as the shock of it hits him, spurts of cum leaking from the open cunt as he fucks himself through the electricity of it, your name in his lungs and his mouth and the curl of his toes until the feeling subsides.

Jesus. Even if he never used it again the toy would be well worth the money he'd spent.

He's still sensitive as he slides the toy from his spent cock, a few dribbles of cum landing against the sheets. Eddie grimaces. He'd have to put a towel down the next time.

"Hey, Eddie?"

Shit. There's no time to strip his sheets now, not when he hears your fingers rapping against his door frame.

"Just a second," he calls, throwing his covers over the leaking toy and running to his closet, "I'm changing."

He leaps into a pair of gray sweats, ripping the buttons of his shirt open with clumsy fingers before throwing the cum-stained garment into his hamper, pushing it deep into the basket.

He unlocks the door with shaking fingers, and you slide in as soon as there's a gap available.

"So," you glance at him before looking around the room, "did you get it put together?"

"What?"

A crease appears between your eyebrows. "Your computer?"

"Oh, yeah." He glances at his clearly untouched computer desk, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Were you watching something? I thought I heard voices."

You're being too generous with him; he knows that by something you really mean porn, which means you know he was getting off only a few moments ago.

"No, I was just—"

Talking to myself. That's what he was going to say, but those words are long gone when he watches you grip his comforter in one tight fist, throwing back the sheets.

He watches you take it all in: the fleshlight, the bottle of lube, his cum staining his sheets.

God, there can't be anything worse than this. Eddie would rather be killed on the spot than hear what you say next.

Which is why he's so surprised when he feels your hand against his cheek.

"Oh, honey," you coo at him, and he has to open his eyes to make sure you're really there this time, "there's no need to be embarrassed."

"What?"

God, you are there, looking up at him with glossy eyes and a patronizing little grin. He feels your fingers in his sweaty hair, teasing at his scalp.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help but listen, and you were making such pretty sounds for me—they were for me, right?'

Eddie just nods. Of course you've known this whole time. He lets you guide his hand to your waist, a sliver of warm skin meeting his fingers, feeling far away from his own body.

Your lips are at his neck, tongue just pressing against his skin and Eddie can't breathe.

"Do you think you can make a few more?"

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lou’s character work is always incredible but his choices for deli are so interesting and only work in this setting with this timeskipping plotline. starting out as this idealistic and driven young man who’s also a little inexperienced and naive and turning him gradually into a bloodthirsty warlord completely consumed by his own ambition to the point where he’s lost himself completely and the only way he can weather his transformation is by finding a savage joy in it is so appropriate for the ravening war setting its a tragedy but its inevitable that war turn him into this and the worst part is that he’s not even special. this is happening all over the world to all kinds of people because there are forces bigger than them that they desperately want to control and some of them, like amethar, are forced into it rather than following their ambition into that despair, but plenty of people, likely including belizabeth, focaccia, basha, and definitely karna in a different (although maybe more fucked up) way are following that exact same path

#love the difference between young and old (as in fully adult) pcs #amangeaux and raphaniel are falling apart everything theyve ever worked for is unraveling and theyre spiraling out of control #raphaniel in a way that’s manic and in denial and amangeaux just quietly resigned #also amangeaux’s LIFE is not ruined like raphaniels bc she’s not as consumed but her political situation absolutely is tanked for good #she went from QUEEN OF A NATION to a soldier in a minor noble’s army #meanwhile deli and karna are blasting full speed towards their own destruction #but they still have the energy and potential of youth enough to not even realize theyre heading toward ruin #anyway. colin is the only pc who will survive (physically or mentally lmao) #and he’s the softest! he’s choosing to be soft and weak by others’ standards and it will get him the farthest #the ravening war