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kewltie · 4 years

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anyway, abo au where alpha prohero ground zero decides it's time to start a family of his own but he doesn't have a mate and neither does he want one so he signs up for an omega surrogate program & meet his former childhood friend who will now carry his baby for him.

izuku is a male omega w/ v v v high fertility even for his secondary sex and a strong body which make him an ideal surrogate to give birth healthy babies. w/ the program izuku contracted, izuku had given birth to several babies for various ppl over the years & babies are all happy and that's all that matter.

being a surrogate wasn't ever part of his dream but izuku is an omega & quirkless in a world that doesn't exactly appreciate either. one day when he was fruitlessly working at his 9 to 5 job, a rep from the company approached him w/ a pamphlet about surrogacy. the paid is v v good, the prenatal care & pregnancy compensation is all taken care of by the clients and his company, and he can select and choose which jobs to take. many families and ppl in the world cant have kids of their own for various reasons and izuku is HELPING THEM ACHIEVE THEIR DREAM. in his own way izuku is helping these people!!!! He may not be saving lives has a hero that he always wanted to be but he's giving them their hope and dream in a child they all want so izuku does his job proudly. the only sadness he gets from it that once it's over the baby isn't his anymore bc he's contracted to sign over his parental rights to his clients.

so he tries desperately not to fall desperately in love w/ each of the babies he had. it's... tough but he loves them all the same. the good point is that some of his clients will let him talk and meet w/ their child’s birth parent so izuku isn't deprived of that connection.

it's a quiet and unconventional job, but izuku is happy w/ this lifestyle that he had chosen even as it make DATING AN ABSOLUTE pain. how do you explain to ppl that no you're not marry yet or date anyone but you have several kids floating around all over japan in various household??? lol /o\ this made him feel terribly alone thinking how he wants a family of his own one day after seeing how he's making his client so happy w/ their new baby in their arms. happiness wrapped in a surreal sadness as he watched his babies w/ their new family wishing for that happiness for himself one day but while izuku is settled in his bubble of melancholy an solitude, katsuki BUSTED DOWN THAT DOOR when he made a requested to have a surrogate. NOT JUST ANYONE WILL DO, the best one you FUCKING GOT: experience, results, good health, strong quirk, smart, and not some fucking easy omega.

the qualifications and requirements are obscene and ridiculous lolol but he paid through the roof to get the absolute best for his future child. izuku hits every one of these markers except... for the quirk one. the program hesitate to bring the two to meet but katsuki is impatience. he had been delayed and delayed over and over again for months as they try to match up a good surrogate partner for him. every one of them he had quickly rejected v v loudly and walked out on the meeting. izuku is literally their last hope as katsuki throws another fit.

katsuki is getting older now, close to his 30s annd still stuck in singlehood while all his colleagues and friends settle down with a family of their own. his parents, esp his old hag, has been relentlessly nagging him to GIVE HER A BABY ALREADY SHE WANTS TO BE A GRANDMA BEFORE SHE DIE so w/ all kind of pressures, he said fuck it, i'll give you a fucking BABY but i dont need a mate to do it but in truth he earnestly does want a baby for his own bc the idea of raising a tiny human w/ all the trails and errors and potentially fucking up is humbling & huge responsibility. he thinks he’s up for it like the pro-stage where he's standing at the top now, he can conquered it w sheer force and effort as he does w/ any challenge that he face. Parenthood will be his greatest battle and hurdle he has to overcome and he's going to fucking ACE IT. so katsuki is 10000% in this and he wants the best surrogate for his baby.

the program finally have izuku & katsuki meet after wasting 5 months of trying to find katsuki a suitable partner that he won't reject right away. so their first meeting go something like this: multiple slam doors, a table is flipped, and a lot of yelling.

it went great because izuku is hired right away. Just kidding.

katsuki had thought it was some giant fucking joke the moment izuku had walked through that door. "Who the fuck set this up?!" he demanded, kicking a coffee table over. so furious that his hands were shaking bc the idea of the length he'd went through and hoops he'd jumped over to get here JUST SO HE CAN BE MAKE A FOOL OUT OF, he'd stormed out a sec later, slamming doors violently on his way out and they had to dragged his ass back w/ the fervent promise that no IT'S NOT A PRANK AND WE HAVE NOTHING TO DO W/ CHARGEBOLT OR RED RIOT, PLS PLS LISTEN TO US.

he came back to izuku's unperturbed face as he took a sip of his coffee and katsuki snapped defensively, "i hope you won't fucking be drinking that piss when you're pregnant with my baby."

Unimpressed, Izuku replied, "good thing im not pregnant yet bc who said i would agree."

Flustered and red in the face w/ anger bc THE AUDACITY OF IZUKU TO REJECT HIM WHEN KATSUKI SHOULD BE THE ONE TO DOING IN THE FIRST PLACE!! izuku was the one who doesn't deserve to carry his child!! but the director of the program hurriedly assured him that izuku IS THE *BEST*. he got a pages of recommendation/referral, glowing reviews, and every client of his had never been happier bc of him. all his pregnancy were carried to full term and the babies are all good & strong. izuku himself go the gym when he's not on the job, keeping a healthy lifestyle. he doesn't drink or smoke (which katsuki emphasized in his requirement) and his family doesn't have any record any genetic disorder. he may not have finish college but he test high in his IQ and he take his job v v v seriously. the only problem was... he's quirkless.

it's a thing izuku always make it point for all his clients to know what they could potentially get w/ their children if they chose him. some walked away but most stayed with bc izuku is THE BEST OF THE BEST and they want kid more than they want a manufactured perfect child.

"will that be a problem?" izuku asked, meeting his eyes dead on. "does the thought of having a quirkless child anger you?"

katsuki bristles, clenching & unclenching his hands at his side. though no much had change over the years, he's older now, not that dumbass kid anymore, misguided by his own sense of pride and arrogance and warped by prejudice and the superiority of his quirk. He had left that behind in UA, who happily beaten the idiocy out of him. now, he doesn't care if his child is quirkless or not bc they're his and he'll raise and love them all the same. if the world treat his kid crap for being quirkless, he'll teach them to fuck the world up till it bow down and kiss their ass bc they're a bakugou and they don't settle for anything less, which brought back to the point that izuku REALLY IS THE BEST THEY GOT.

so he shook his head and said, "it doesn't matter whether they're quirkless or not bc they're mine and i always take good care of what's mine."

Izuku's eyes widen and for fraction of a second his cool mask of difference crack under katsuki's heartfelt and sincere words. They havent seen each other since middle school, that’s over a decade, and katsuki truly have grown up into someone the entire world can admire and hold up on a pedestal as the no. 1 hero in the country.

"And what about you? you're okay with me?" katsuki retorted. "with the kind of volatile *history* that we shared."

Izuku paused, and then, he said quietly, "i'm not that petty to deny you a child bc of our past bc neither of us are the kids we were back then."

katsuki stood up. "get him the paperworks and have him sign it. i want him and nobody else."

Izuku jerked up in surprised. "that's it? you dont want to ask me anything else? don't you want to go through my records and background to make sure that im the right fit for you."

katsuki stared down at him and it was like pinned under glass before he said, "we may have changed, but something are still the same. you still want to help ppl even if this is a roundabout way to do it. i trust my instinct and my instinct is screaming at me to give you a fucking chance." He looked away, scratching the back of his head as he continued, "if there's one thing that is made clear to me now is that you're a good person and i was a shittyass kid for not realizing that sooner."

izuku's breath hitched. it's not an apology but it's damn close.

and with that he left izuku dizzy with a confusing cocktail of warmth, shock, and something far too nebulous and strange for him to put a finger to yet. when he first realized it was katsuki who was looking for a surrogate, he'd steel himself of the rejection & lashing out to come. izuku had spent his entire life rejected one way or another, so he was mentally prepare for this to be added to pile esp from the man who had hurt him repeatedly before. when katsuki had left for U.A. and izuku in the dust, they rarely have anything to do w/ each other after that even as he'd followed katsuki meteoric rise to the top, his blazing trajectory that placed him as the current no.1 bc despite everything, katsuki truly is amazing and deserved his place. he just never thought they would meet again in the sort of situation where a baby is the bargaining chip.

izuku was prepared for everything that katsuki would throw at him... but not his fervent agreement. now, izuku got to face the fact that for a year they're going to spend in each other pocket as izuku tries to carry not only katsuki's baby but his hope and future too. it's going to be either a total nightmare or some v v surreal dream bc it's bakugou katsuki with all that fame and temper and strong armed will and izuku is just... plain old izuku. he never had a client w/ such power and weight to throw around and so high profile that every know his name.

oh what did he sign up for, izuku thought as the door to the meeting room was slammed open again and katsuki glared at the director. "wait i want it all to be done today," katsuki said. "put my sperms in him as soon as possible."

izuku dropped his face into his hand and sighed.

the process of getting izuku impregnated is all v clinical and boring. izuku goes under a pseudo heat simulation that fool his body to think he's actually going into heat so his fertility up even more so during this period and he get artificially inseminated w/ katsuki's sperm. this is actually a process and takes several days & even weeks to prepare bc waiting for izuku's most fertile window during his heat period is v v important to have higher chance of success NORMALLY but w/ advance tech izuku can go under a pseudo heat that trigger release of eggs so they can get it all done pretty quickly and dont have to wait for nature to set it up for them.

katsuki already provided enough sperm to last a fucking lifetime bc he's an overly prepared asshole and it's three days later when they meet back at the clinic to start the process. all of this is under the watchful care of doctors and nurses to make sure everything go right. izuku had done this many times before for his previous clients so this isn't new to him at all but it's the first time that a client specifically demand to be part of the entire process.

izuku stares him down and tells him in no uncertain detail bc it's already weird enough to be the one to carry his former childhood friend's baby but to have him watch izuku get inseminated w/ his sperm?? YEA OK, no. katsuki glowers bc he just want everything to GO SMOOTHLY. his micromanagement & obsessiveness drives the clinic insane but izuku kinda finds it funny and cute?? maybe bc he's aware that it's just katsuki's nerves acting up since this is so terribly new and terrifying for him and HE DOESN'T LIKE IT WHEN THINGS ARENT UNDER HIS CONTROL.

neither katsuki or izuku is alone this bc surrogacy isn't about either them it's about the baby and the ppl who helps make it possible and that's both of them. the surrogate who carries the unborn fetus and donor who gives a part of themselves to make it all possible. izuku hesitates before deciding screw it & reaches out and holds katsuki's hand in comfort AS THOUGH KATSUKI THE ONE GETTING THE PROCEDURE DONE TO HIM. "i'll be fine," he insists. "i've done this plenty of times before and dr. abe even longer than that with 20yrs of experience so i'll be ok."

"I'm not worry," katsuki snaps, even though he squeezes Izuku's hand hard enough that izuku is afraid his bones might crack under the pressure. "i know you'll be fucking fine, wont he dr. abe?" he stares down at the doctor with the full force of his wrath that the doctor shifts nervously.

"o-of course, bakugou-san," dr abe is quick to assure him. "our best ppl is on the job."

izuku rolls his eyes bc while heat inducing artificial insemination isn't exactly a new tech but there's a risk to any kind of medical procedure. it's low though and izuku isn't worry.

katsuki lets him go and izuku just sends him a quick reassuring smile over his shoulder even as katsuki can't take his eyes off of the entire trip to the surgical room. the process takes around 1-2 hours max & izuku comes out of it mostly woozy & still under heat related stress.

he needs to rest the next few days as he lets nature and w/ the help of science takes it course. izuku rests up at the clinic that provide him 24hrs care to make sure everything is alright which is all normal and part of the procedure. what surprise him is that katsuki visiting him DAILY. he actually bring izuku's home cooked meals that are carefully & thoughtfully prepared (healthy food choices!!) that it silences him for a moment.

"you know im not pregnant yet," izuku points out helpfully. "do you want me to explain how biology work in case UA didn't go over it in their curriculum?"

"shut your face and just eat," katsuki says with a glower, and watches intensely as izuku eats every bite and not leave a single piece behind. while there he harasses izuku's nurses and doctors, asking for izuku's vital stats and probing questions about the surgery & his health.it's so annoying and overbearing, but izuku can't help the smile threatening to break through his defense bc that's just like katsuki shoving his business into everything and dominating the entire process even though it is IZUKU who is going through it all. it's dreadfully cute.

izuku is fully recovered after several days of rest as expected and he is, once again surprised, to see katsuki is right there every step of the way as he is release from the clinic. katsuki who took a short shift today just so he can pick izuku up, which IS SUPER RARE. katsuki is a total workaholic and married to his job kind of pro hero so for him to take half a day off is beyond shocking for everyone?? bc HE GOT ENOUGH VACATION/SICK DAYS TO TAKE SEVERAL MONTHS OFF w/o any worry, but he came to take izuku home and make sure everything is in order.

it's not that izuku didn't have any clients wanting to be so involve in the whole surrogacy/pregnancy process but katsuki takes it into a whole new lvl w/ how much he inserts himself into izuku's life like it's not just the baby he care about but izuku too. he delivers izuku home and make sure izuku have his emergency contacts at all time in case ANYTHING, ABSOLUTEY ANYTHING HAPPEN and he wants izuku to text him daily with updates even for stupid things. he's obsessive and demanding and nervous, and izuku thinks it's funny as hell.

so for the next several weeks, izuku flood katsuki's phone w/ commentary about his days that HAS NOTHING TO DO W/ his chance of being pregnant. since izuku full time job is just being a surrogate, he mostly spend his days wandering around the city, reading, volunteering, etc. izuku updates katsuki on his daily activities and while he doesn't always get a reply immediately but his updates are always left on read and sometimes katsuki would leave some *encouraging* word like 'yea,' or 'okay' and izuku doesn't know why but he finds them comforting all the same.

when he wanders around the city, he'll text katsuki his coordinates bc katsuki is paranoid &wants him to keep away from dangerous area or area under villain attack, he would take pictures of the heroes he see and katsuki would have a snarky comments on each & every one of them. it's in this moments that the two of them really come alive. izuku get a glimpse of the world that he could have had if he had a quirk and pursue his dream of going pro hero and insights on what it's like to be bakugou katsuki, the man standing at the pinnacle of the pro hero scene.

At this point katsuki is even more engaged in izuku's text now. he becomes interest in the books izuku is currently reading, the outreach programs izuku super passionate about esp for young and disenfranchise quirkless youths. then there are izuku's rowdy neighbors and their hilariously complicated love life that izuku is terribly invested bc of his lack of one.

"i think higa-san is going to break up with him today," izuku would update him one day, after watching his neighbors have another blow out.

katsuki texts back an hour later: "yea right, the guy is spineless coward. he wouldn't ever go through it."

izuku lets out a smile as he stares down at the text. it's the most fun izuku ever had in the middle of a job that he forget they're not friends at all but client and surrogate. this is a job for him and izuku is an end to a mean for katsuki. it doesn't mean anything. It couldn’t mean anything. Why is he even trying?

Izuku has been doing the job for seven years and carried his pregnancy to full terms five times. he knows the routine even though each client he had were different from one another and not all pregnancy are the same, but he knows what to expect and prepare. nothing truly surprised him anymore. Or at least they shouldn’t. ,his world didn't suddenly change w/ katsuki's arrival in his ordinary life. izuku is still very much the same person, but all the same he wake up everyday w/ renews energy and lightens heart, looking forward to seeing the text notification from katsuki popping up on his phone screen.

he finds himself looking forward to their interaction the most throughout his days. a glimpse into katsuki's world and what it means to be a part of his life again however temporary it is bc izuku knows there is a time limit to this. he's only allow to talk like this w/ katsuki bc he's doing him a favor, a job, an obligation in exchange of money. they're in a relationship artificially made, they're not friends or colleagues and izuku may be carrying katsuki's baby in the future but he's not a parent w/ katsuki.

He’s an incubator.

these thoughts feel tangibly familiar to his past cases where he had carried the fetus to full term and had to part ways with his baby and the client/parents and separate himself from their lives after the birth but it had never hurt in this way like the thoughts alone would cut his heart into pieces now. it's beyond selfish to get attach and izuku tries to maintain a careful distance w/ katsuki bc they're client and an employee, but katsuki is relentless. he won't settle for just for pieces of izuku and his life. he wants it all. Izuku may be weak enough to give it to him…

he invests himself into izuku's life, his interest, his worries and thoughts. to katsuki, izuku isn't just an incubator but someone who shares the other half of his baby's genes so of fucking course he IS INVESTED BC izuku is just as important as the fetus he could be carrying right now but izuku has a hard time wrapping his head around it bc while izuku was w/ his other client they were all kind and caring to him during his surrogacy but never to this length. they weren't interest in him as a person but someone who is a means to an end, a tool to make their dream come true.

izuku isn't hurt by that regard bc he knows getting involve w/ your surrogate can be a hot mess & confusing for the baby growing up so izuku knows how to keep his distance and careful to keep his heart walled up but katsuki has a habit of breaking things. He’s so very, very good at it, especially distubring the peace of izuku’s heart.

katsuki may be relentless w/ his attention & dedication but izuku's walls went down embarrassingly easy as though he was waiting for katsuki to reach out toward him after all the years apart and shake him loose from his bubble of solitude. katsuki doesn't realize how affected izuku is by his clumsy and gestures, but izuku won't tell. He’s too embarrassed to ever bring it up because even after all these years katsuki still has such a sever effect on him.

so izuku lends himself to enjoy this upcoming months as much as he can bc once it's over they will part ways again as though they exist solely in different space and the only chance he'll get to see katsuki and the baby is through the screen of his tv. it doesn't bring him any comfort but it's manageable. izuku can deal with it. he got years to get used to it by now. It’s not gentle but it’s a blunt kind of truth that mend with time.

several weeks after since izuku did the procedure, he doesn't feel any different but izuku wakes up one morning and he could feel a strangeness settling over his body. there are a lot of old wives tales about pregnant omegas and women and most of them are false, standing against scientific knowledge but izuku been going around this block five times already, so he realizes there may be some truths to a few of them.

he gets out of bed and makes breakfast before making sure to send a text and photo to katsuki about his meals bc katsuki is ANAL about making izuku eat right. katsuki motherhenning him miles away even as he is out on patrol is still the most hilarious and weirdly sweet thing, izuku finds. it doesn't feel suffocating at all to him. sometimes he when the thought slip out of him unconsciously he thinks this is what it's like to have an alpha of his own, but katsuki isn't his by any means.

izuku forgoes his favorite breakfast meal this time and go for something he rarely eats. a food that he normally doesn't chose but it feels right this time. it all clicks. the signs were all there several days back. the frequent bathroom usage, his breasts throbbing, and cramps. he'd seen it already but this morning it lines up perfectly like it was all meant to be, like everything is built up just for this moment right here.

so with a bounce to his steps, he waits for katsuki's text back. It takes a few mins when katsuki get back from his morning run bc he got a routine and is terribly predictable in that regard. his following texts rip into izuku's choice of food bc IT ISN'T HIS USUAL at all and katsuki have colorful words about the kind of junk izuku force feed into his body and DOESN'T HE KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF. HOW THE FUCK DID HE SURVIVES ALL THESE YEARS ON HIS OWN.

izuku smiles down at his phone even though katsuki is blasting him and everything he choose to be, but HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT ALL MEANS. it's kinda adorable so when katsuki get into a slow rant about food group and healthy life choices, izuku cuts in:

me: oh btw im pregnant :)

he didn't get any get any respond from katsuki for the next five mins so during that time izuku makes fresh cup of juice to drink while katsuki works to settle down his panic. when he comes back fifteen mins later, it's to a series of angry keymash and texts.

kacchan: a;sjdasdf

kacchan: as;dlifucccck

kacchan: fuck fuck fuck

kacchan: are you serious?!

kacchan: DONT FUCKING JOKE WIHT ME DEKU

kacchan: i'm coming over right now

kacchan: you better be sitting down

kacchan: don't fucking move even an inch

kacchan: YOU HEAR ME

me: ok

izuku sits there peacefully, enjoying his cup of juice as he waits for katsuki's arrival. one of his hand rests over his stomach carefully & though he hadn't taken any test or get his bloodwork done, he knows, instinctively & intimately that there is a life growing inside of him.

it's all very silly and unproven since there's no concrete evidence to support any of it, but maybe it's his omega instinct, maybe it's his experience as a carrier who brought five children into this world, or maybe it's just wishful thinking on his part, but he knows and this is a truth that won’t be brought down.

izuku takes his job v seriously bc people's happiness hinged on his ability to give them a child they earnestly had wished for so he of course he would want to be pregnant as soon as possible, but--izuku looks down at his stomach, this time even more so he wants it to be real.

he wants to be the one to fulfilled katsuki's earnest wish and give him the child he desired. it's as much a part of his job, his duty, but also something he selfishly wants for himself. this baby, this child will be his only connection to katsuki once his job his completed. they'll part ways after this--no more late night phone calls, morning texts, and silly anecdotes they exchange to each other everyday bc izuku is unlikely to ever see him again. their worlds are just too far apart, like the two planets stuck in orbit but never meeting but at least with this child, izuku knows there is always a piece of him w/ katsuki always. so more than anything, this child will be his gift to katsuki.

he picks up his phone & sends katsuki a text.

me: if you dont mind, could you pick up a pregnancy test just to be sure?

izuku knows himself & his body, but he wants to be 110% sure for katsuki's sake. he doesn't want to get katsuki's hope up only to crush it later. katsuki's respond back is quick and telling.

kacchan: will three do?

kacchan: do you need anything else?

kacchan: i'll get them

izuku pauses, frowning hard as he looks down at his phone.

me: please don't text and drive

me: also, try stay below the speed limits

me: i dont want you to die before you see your child.

this time it takes longer to get a respond back.

kacchan: dont fucking talk to me about the speed laws kacchan: im not a reckless idiot

kacchan: my entire job description is to uphold the law so degenerates dont fucking run amok

kacchan: ... im not driving right now

izuku's brows furrow in thought before a smile cracks across his face.

me: kacchan... did you pull over to the side just to yell at me?

me: that's so terribly cautious and cute of you :3c

me: you're already on your way to becoming a great dad.

kacchan: FUCK YOU!!!!!!

Izuku laughs, light and so tinged with joy that it feels so strange to him to be this happy about something silly as this.

me: not a chance but thanks.

me: dont forget to buy my pregnancy test and i dont need anything else. just come here as soon as possible afterward

and he leaves it that. katsuki doesnt text him back anymore, leaving izuku to wait for his arrival with anticipation. he should get up and clean the apartment so it's presentable at least to katsuki. he hadn't had a guest in a while so this would get a good change but katsuki's warning still loop in his head. getting up to clean the apartment would constitute moving around and izuku is barely into his first trimester so, it's not like he's straining his body or anything. katsuki is just being an overbearing anxious new father.

izuku had seen that before in his past clients, who constantly fret over izuku's health but they're not THE GROUND ZERO and he has the nagging suspicious that he doesn't want to test katsuki's thinning patience with him. it's fun to tease him like this but he knows his limit. so izuku continues to sit there & waits, playing w/ his phone as he scrolls through the hero news site to check any interesting updates. izuku may have long let go of his dream but he can't disconnect from it completely. it's how he stay in the loop w/o actually being a part of it.

izuku's eyes widen as he spots a tweet on the #groundzero tag on twitter that sits atop of all others: "no jokes, guys i think i just a saw #groundzero stormed into my store and headed toward the omega’s hygiene care aisle. he bought a bunch of stuff before heading out.”

it already got a several thousands likes and retweets, with a flood of comments that ranged from "what?? sounds fake lol" or "okay, who would have guess gz would be the one to secretly keeping an omega on the side" and others are filled with more confusion and disbelief.

izuku makes a face. his contract binds him to confidentially and assurance that his identity remains quiet. he never had any problem with his identity being exposed w/ any of previous clients but then again he never had such a famous client before. this--is going to be a headache. he chews down on his lower lip in thought as he shuts down his phone. he's going to have to remind katsuki to be more careful next time lest they figure out what katsuki is up to... and who izuku is to him. not his friend, not his sweetheart, not his omega but his surrogate.

just as izuku ponders about doing damage control, there is a series of loud insistent knocks on his apartment door. izuku blinks and hurriedly to the door w/o any thought who is on the other side bc somehow he knows it got to be *him*.

he opens to door to katsuki's scowling face.

"i told you to not fucking move," katsuki scolds, and pushes his way inside w/o any invite, carefully moving izuku to the side like izuku is made of glass which make izuku annoyed right away but also painfully fond in that . he's an overprotective idiot but he's trying and that's--*something*.

"how else would i let you in then," izuku retorts, rolling his eyes as he leads katsuki into apartment. "im only couple of weeks pregnant at most and you're already asking for miracles."

katsuki scoffs but doesn't argue as he hands izuku a full plastic bag. "okay, start peeing."

"I--" Izuku opens the bag and looks inside, staring down at the pregnancy tests stuffed to the rim of the small bag, all eleven boxes of them, "I dont have enough pee for this."

katsuki frowns. "drink a lot of water then," he suggests.

Izuku shoots him a glare. "that's not funny," he snaps.

katsuki's frowns deepen. "i'm not being funny," he says.

Izuku sighs and just digs his hand into the bag to grab a handful of the boxes. "i'll do only two so dont even." he throws the rest of the bag at katsuki and heads toward the bathroom.

it horrifyingly takes them all 30mins to be done w/ the tests bc katsuki v loudly insisted that he should do more than two, kept on banging on the bathroom door to let him know that. izuku gritted his teeth and took three more and really DID RAN OUT OF PEE AFTER THE FIFTH ONE.

the wait for the test results which only take a mins or two is ramped up by katsuki anxiously pacing back and forth in front of izuku until izuku grabs him by the sleeve of his shirt and drags him down to the sit next to him in the couch. "it'll be okay," he assures katsuki.

katsuki scowls and brushes off his touch, but he seems to breathe a little easier after that. the first three tests gives them a positive, the fourth is a negative, and the fifth is a positive. izuku frowns at the result. he knows in his heart that is w/o a doubt pregnant and the majority of the results support that but, he casts a nervous glance katsuki whose face is seemingly troubled, that's probably not enough for katsuki who spend a load of money to afford izuku's time, commitment, and body. Izuku is expensive but so is katsuki’s time and investment.

he definitely wants more than a dubious result that isn't 100% guarantee that izuku's pregnant and even if izuku tells him that he is truly pregnant bc izuku knows his own body, that may not go well either. "we can get the bloodwork done tomorrow to check for sure," izuku tries to assures him. Sometimes science speak louder than a parental instinct.

katsuki stares at him, eyes so intently focus on izuku that he feels like's a butterfly pinned under katsuki's gaze. abruptly, he reaches a hand out and grabs Izuku's own, giving it a quick and purposeful squeeze. "Move in with me," he says, sounding so grave and serious.

izuku gets up from his seat. "Do you want something to drink?" he asks, already heading toward the kitchen. "suddenly, im parched."

"did you hear what i just said?!" katsuki demands, trailing after him like a yapping puppy on his heels. "And sit the fuck down! let me get it."

abruptly, izuku stops and turns around to face katsuki with a glower on his face. "im just pregnant and not an invalid," he snaps, annoyance prickling at him. he had been doing this longer than katsuki could even imagine. "And i can get the drinks myself in my *own* home thank you." katsuki's eyes widen slightly at the sharp tone izuku had quickly adapted and heaves a sigh, carding a hand through his hair in frustration like izuku is the one being purposely difficult here. "I--fuck--" He frowns, face scrunches as he search for his next words. izuku waits it out, patient and silence against the inner turmoil that must now be swirling inside of katsuki.

katsuki's gaze drops to the floor, hands balling at his side. his breathing even out as he grimaces. "sorry," he finally settles on with a quiet mumble.

Izuku steps back in surprise. shock, really. "w--wait can repeat that again because i just thought i heard you apologized without any prompting."

katsuki flushes, ducking his head. "shut the fuck up. im not going to repeat myself," he rebukes, but the damage had been done.

Despite the years tempering his recklessness out he can't help wanting to poke the hornet's nest. "i honestly didn't think sorry was in your vocabulary, kacchan," he teases, grinning.

katsuki flinches back as though struck, surprising izuku once more. the words were said in jest, meant to ease katsuki into a laugh or close to it at least but something like pained flickers across Katsuki's face that immediately izuku wants to take it all back, but katsuki's expression had already closed up.

Izuku's heart hurt, thinking that he'd lost him. he'd pushed too hard. they're aren't friends, barely acquaintances really. just a client-employee dynamic that izuku should have been careful of. he always know where to toe the line of the boundaries of his job and with his client, but--they were doing so well that he'd hoped. been so hopeful because it had almost feels like they were sort of friends again.

izuku and katsuki had always orbit each other's world but childish pride, anger, and superiority had torn them apart and izuku was pushed out of Katsuki’s life. now that they're older, izuku is no longer that child blindingly infatuated with this remarkable person before him. he knows what he's capable of and katsuki had certainly earned his place at the top of the world but he won't be cowed either. so it's fine if katsuki doesn't want to fall back into a some kind of make shift friendship with him. it's fine if he just want to think izuku is just a walking incubator for his child. izuku will survive. He had survive this long without katsuki ‘s looming shadow after all.

katsuki hunches over as he grits his teeth. "fuck."

izuku blinks.

"i'm not that shitty fucked up kid anymore," katsuki nearly growl out, pinning izuku with a look of full intent. "I'm," he swallows, hesitant, wary, "i'm trying to be a better person, a friend, a son, and most importantly a father now that we have a spawn coming our way."

Izuku's heart quickens at the 'we' usage even though it probably means nothing. nothing at all. katsuki was only just opening himself to him. this is something that startling new and truly welcoming experience for katsuki and izuku shouldn't mistake it for anything else. he can't be too greedy. so he steps forward, wanting to reach out and touch katsuki to affirm of his existence, but he doesn't. not when katsuki is like an exposed wire right now--twitchy, nervous, and just a little shy of imploding from carving himself open for izuku to see all his true feelings and motives.

izuku smiles.

"If i didn't think you were a good person then i wouldn't have entrusted this child,” he touches his still flat stomach, knowing life is stirring underneath his palm, "with you." katsuki truly had grown up. he'll be a good father, izuku muses but it's a bittersweet feeling. "i still want my independence though," he continues. "i've done this many times before so you can stop treating me like i'm going to break if you breath the wrong way. thousands and millions of omegas and women have been doing this a lot longer than me and they're fine. im fine, so breathe."

katsuki's presses his lip together into a grim line. "I know that," he shakes his head, "but you dont have to this alone. i'll want to be there with you every step of the way even if it mean you need someone to run to the grocery store for some shitty midnight craving. I want to be the first person you think about when you need any kind of assistance not because you're weak or helpless but because you just need someone, so let me be that person for you," he finishes, looking on in pained after spouting such sweet sentiments.

it makes izuku want to laugh, but he doesn't think that would be welcoming right now because katsuki still got his pride after all. "I'll think about it," he acquiesce, heart warming several hundred degrees as though he's standing under the direct sunlight of bakugou katsuki.

katsuki grimaces, clearly unhappy with izuku's non-answer but he relents anyway with a long heave. "ok, ok, i can deal with that," he says like the words alone was hard enough to swallow, "but if you change your mind at any moment just let fucking know!"

Oh, no, izuku thinks helplessly. he wants to give katsuki a treat for being so annoyingly overbearing but considerate in his own clumsy ways. "well, if you behave yourself, i might even consider taking you with me to my OBGYN doc this thursday," he says casually with a shrug.

Katsuki scowls, but he stands up straighter. "I'll--" he looks away, flushed with an earnest yearning spread across his face, "be good, okay?"

Izuku quietly tucks a smile between his pressed lips before it break through even though this is terrible for his weak, weak heart.

#bakudeku #not!fic #surrogate au #hi SORRY im back now #i got distracted by uh reading some stuff so i didn't keep up with my post QQ

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nyxwoven · 5 years

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Kess, Dissident Mage is plus-sized, though if you meant like a main character then yeah

I was just gonna give this a quick reply but I have nothing else going on right now, that and this kind of conversation doesn't really ever happen OUTSIDE of the plus size community, so I wanna touch base with y'all that play magic to talk about plus size representation.

So let's take a look at Kess!

Now, I do want to start by saying that I think Kess is really important representation. She's plus size, older and a badass, which usually older plus size women in media are represented as old hags. She is the size of the average American woman and that's great!

However, I will never feel represented by her.

Kess is what those of us in the plus size community refer to as a "small fat." When people add plus size people to their media, or use models, they're Kess's size. These models often have (be it through spanx or not) flattened tummies and hourglass figures with perky breasts.

I (and a lot of plus size women) don't look like this. I'm a larger fat and I struggle with seeing representation. I have a big stomach (even moreso because of my pcos) and a small chest. Those of us with large chests, usually have boobs that sag. We take up more space. Some chairs are uncomfortable for us to sit in. When we fly somewhere, some airlines we can fit in the seat just fine but others are too tight. We might have to buy an extra seat. It's not uncommon for people who are pro-plus size to support only smaller fats but then look at people like me and think we take up too much room, our bodies look bad, and don't wanna look at us. And there are women who are bigger that have it worse!

But anyways, enough of my soapbox. TLDR, Kess is great rep but isn't the rep for me.

However! Irencrag Pyromancer makes me feel really great!

She's close to my size, and while she has an hourglass figure, she still looks realistic. I can relate to her. She's, as her art description said, a badass.

I was also recently made aware by @misteryada of a lady from M19 who hits a lot of good plus size points. Meet Isareth!

I don't know how she flew under my radar but she's a baller. Her boobs are big but aren't perky. She's not hourglass with a tiny waist. She has a DOUBLE CHIN. She's portrayed as sexy in a way that's respectful AND isn't fetishy. That's an incredibly big deal! It shows that these characteristics aren't something that should be considered shameful.

So what do I want to see next? I'd like to see a larger fat plus size main character, ideally a planeswalker. Also, all three of these women are in some form of skirt. I'd like to see some plus size women in pants so we can see that yes, they do in fact have stomachs that aren't flat. Overall, wotc is heading in the right direction and it makes me, a fat woman, incredibly happy.

#i swear to god if anyone tries to discourse with me over saying i dont feel represented by kess im gonna start blocking 🗡️#mtg #fatshion

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 5 years

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Make Up Theories_Part 1

Another installment in the Lion and His Lamb series.

To all the women who might not swear by makeup (though we love to use it occasionally...) (*raises my own hand*)

This is for you.

Part 1

You stood in the makeup isle trying your hardest not to look at the prices before you found what you wanted. But before that, just trying to find what you wanted was a headache. You walked the four isles of makeup three times and you still weren't any closer to understanding what everything did. You were starting to doubt this current venture. Even after looking up makeup and watching countless makeup tutorials, you managed to whittle it down to a basic list.

So you thought.

After walking isles and isles you found it overwhelmed you. Even if you narrowed it down to makeup that would fit your skin tone, you were still overwhelmed.

Really how many different variations of foundation did a woman need? How many different kinds of lipstick?

What still blew your mind was that women actually paid this kind of money for makeup. No wonder the beauty sector in America was worth about $80 billion and counting.

(You knew because you looked it up, thank you)

The most your makeup consisted of was putting some castor oil on your face and doing your eyes. You just recently got into BB Cream but that was about it. You did do skincare but you didn't really count that as makeup per say.

But all this other stuff….

You groaned, your shoulders hunching over.

Maybe you should just go back home, but you were hoping to surprise Erik at the state function. This idea actually came to you a week ago. Erik invited you to go as his date to the California state function that he and T’Challa had to attend. You didn’t necessarily need to be there as you didn’t work at the Wakandan Outreach Center barring the fact that you had done their wall. You had a sinking suspicion that was part of why Erik wanted you to go. If he could show off the artist, he would. If he could show of his artist girlfriend…..ooh, the man couldn’t resist.

But either way, you agreed quite reluctantly to go

But one day Shuri ask you to take a book that Erik had called the front desk for because he forgot it for his class he had with just boys. She wouldn’t stop smirking as she handed you the book and sent you on your way. You knew that she was an avid and vocal supporter of the relationship the two of you had. Any opportunity for her to lock you two in the same room would be taken.

Erik had recently started a class for just boys hoping to talk to them and give them a chance to know that they had support. He knew from growing up, how hard it was for boys to talk in the first place. He felt like his experience would help them.

So you were walking toward the classroom with the book in hand when you heard voices. Normally you would have walked and knocked on the door but once you could make out the voices and what they were saying, you slowed down.

“Malik, you need to be paying attention and not be looking at these magazines. You too young for this.” You heard the sound of a magazine slapping the back of a head.

“Ahh, come on Mr. E. I’m 18 years old. I’m grown!”

You rolled your eyes at that. How was it that we all thought that 18 years old was grown? At that age you were barely aware of the world out your front door.

You heard Erik snort, “That’s what’s wrong with our boys now. They get an inch over 5’7 and three days pass 18 and think they grown. You still a child, boy.”

“Come on, Mr. E, you know how it was when you were younger.”

You could hear the casualness in Erik’s voice, “I’m sure you’ll remind me.”

The boys snickered and Malik continued, “It’s not like we can walk outside and see them kind of honeys, so that’s what the magazine is for. They fly, ain’t they?”

You could hear the rustle of pages, “You know that half of this is fake? Real women don’t look like this 24/7.”

“Some don’t look like that ever!” another boy cried as another tacked on, “We got some ugly chicks runnin' round here.”

There were raised voices in agreement.

“Aight, settle down.” Erik called over the rising den of voices.

Malik continued, “Well, women are supposed to be like that!”

You assumed photos in the magazine as he added, “Girls around here are wacked!”

The group of boys agreed

“Wacked? You blind or something? What about Keisha? I see you be hugging up to her. You don’t find her pretty?”

There was a rising mocking tone of the group of boys.

You could picture Malik sliding down his chair, “Don’t put my business out in them streets, Mr. E. You know I’ll get a bad rep.”

“I ain’t interested in your rep right now. We are having a serious conversation. Do you not find her pretty?”

There was dead silence and you could picture a group of boys leaning towards Malik who finally busted out, “She aight, Mr. E. But she’s not finnnnnne!”

The boys hooted and laughed.

“And you think if she as finnnnne…..” You covered your mouth with your hand to keep the snort silent at Erik’s mock, “.....that would be any better? You think a more beautiful woman will love you better than a pretty one?

You heard a pound of emphasis, “Heck, yes. A beautiful woman is something to look forward to. Who wants an old hag?

The crowd exploded the noise level almost making you wince. Once the noise level died down you heard Erik continue:

“Which is why ya’ll are still babies. Looking at the outside as if that is anything worth anything. Any woman can put on some stuff and make herself look better outside but if her heart ain't yours, solely yours, trust me it won’t make a bit of difference.”

You couldn’t help the small smile at that. You were a bit surprised to know that Erik felt that way. Although the two of you never discussed past relationships, you just assumed, especially based on Aquaneesha (you shuddered at the memory), that Erik would be the type that wanted an overly made up woman 24/7.

You were fixing to go in when Malik’s next comment made you paused:

“Well, I never see your honey looking fly like that.”

You heard the sound of something being thrown and hit the wall followed by Erik’s deadly voice, “You put some respect on her name lil nigga. Ms. Y/N to you.”

“Fine...Ms. Y/N….never looks like that.”

“You don’t have the privilege to see her 24/7 so how would you know?”

“Aight fine, does she ever look like that?”

You could almost hear Erik hard exhale, “No. That’s not her style.”

“So don’t you think you are getting the short end of the stick?”

Erik laughed then, “I’m not gonna explain my business to a bunch of 8 year olds trapped in 18 year old bodies but Ms. Y/N gives me more than just a pretty face. And yes, she is cute. Have you seen her?”

There were a few mutters throughout.

Malik snorted, “Cute is for puppies, Mr. E. We want fine. Like them honeys in the magazine. Don’t tell me you never wanted that?”

You were unaware that you suck in your breath.

You could sense the eye roll here as Erik said, “I don’t feel the need to explain so much as educate you lil heathens. You probably won’t get none of this until you go through it yourself but one day you’ll look back and go Mr. E had it right. I should have listened then and my life would be 10x easier now.”

The boys shooed that away.

“So in the interest of education, yes I had that. And yes, I was your age once and I didn’t believe nothing that no one told me about this subject. But like you, I wanted what I saw in the magazine and chased after that. But that was just a look. Believe me, I've seen some fine women in my day but I got to a point then I realize they were statues. They did nothing for me except be beautiful. As you will find out beauty is not everything. Your woman also has to have substance.”

Here you heard Erik sniffed, “Though in Malik’s case, you better get some substance yourself if you expect to hold onto a woman.”

The boys laughed and Erik snapped at them, “This is not time for a jeering session. Ain’t nothing about my words a joke.”

“I got substance, Mr. E. I got Keisha don’t I?” Malik cried.

“Lil nigga, A. Don’t come back here with no babies and B. Just because you can make a baby don’t mean you got substance, little man and C. What makes you think that Keisha will be there for a long haul? Followed by D. What are you doing to keep her for the long haul provided that you are interested in the long haul?”

There was silent and even you could sense the stare down.

“Whatever... You just jealous, Mr. E.” Malik finally said.

“Jealous? Of an 18 year old?” Here Erik gave a loud bark of laughter.

“Well, Mrs. Y/N is not like that.” another boy said, “Like you said, she’s cute. But can she look fine like the magazine?”

You could sense Erik’s shrug, “Probably, if she wanted to be bothered. I think all women can look like that. It’s just a matter of getting whatever glued on, brushed on, sewed on or tacked on.”

You wanted to laugh hysterically. How did men manage to reduce all the women go through into a simple statement as if it’s a matter of a 1-2-3 step process? Even you knew it took more than that. That was just a start.

“And you are fine with that?” Malik challenged.

You craned your neck, wanting to catch Erik’s answer.

“I ain’t gonna complain. If she doesn’t want to do all that of that I ain’t gonna make her. She a grown woman.”

“But you wished just once for her to look like that, don’t you?” Malik asked slyly.

You suddenly wanted to smack this Malik.

“You homies all up in a nigga's grill.” said Erik and you could hear the grin.

You heard the smuggness in Malik's voice, “You skating the issue, Mr. E.”

Suddenly you didn't really want to know and decided to knock at that moment. When Erik opened the door he gave a small smile. “Y/N.”

You smiled at him, “Shuri told me to deliver this to you.” You held up the book.

“Ah, thanks.” He opened the door wider for the class to see you, “Show Ms. Y/N some respect.”

Under Erik’s watchful glare boys chorus, almost in perfect sync, “Hello, Ms. Y/N.”

The boys had straightened up and you raised an eyebrow as they all smiled and waved at you as if they were perfect little angels.

You were trying hard not to laugh and said pleasantly, “Hello, boys. I will not hold up your session.” Looking at Erik you gave a brief smile, “See you later.”

Erik returned it before shutting the door. Walking down the hallway the last you heard was:

“You never did answer the question, Mr. E.” Malik said.

“I suggest you get into these books and not into my business.”

You picked up the pace as you walked further down the hallway and out of earshot.

In the next few days leading up to the function that conversation you heard stayed with you. And it brought back some unpleasant memories. Your ex-boyfriend, Trevor, used to frequently complain about your lack of makeup once he started making it in the law circle. Before then, he never mentioned it and you never thought it to be problem. But by that time, it became a problem, you realized you didn’t care enough anymore to try. It was just one reason to a long list why the two of you didn’t make it.

But you found you liked Erik more than you ever liked Trevor. And you began to wonder if he would appreciate seeing his girlfriend look like that on occasion. You decided this function you were going to attend as his date was the perfect reason to try.

Which is why a week later found you standing in front of a makeup isle, becoming more and more dejected, the longer you looked at any of this stuff.

Can’t you just buy some new eye shadow? That is low maintenance. You scanned your list again. Why did you need lamp-chop eyelashes? You had them since the day you were born.

“Can I help you? You look a little lost.”

You turned to see a pretty young saleswoman who gave a friendly smile.

You gave a weak smile, “Yeah. Is it that obvious?”

She chuckled, “A little bit. What can I do for you today?”

You took a breath intending on trying at least, “How are you on makeup?”

#black panther fanfiction #black panther #killmonger x reader #makeup

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transfemininomenon · 5 years

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tonight’s dnd adventures:

- our group went to go raid an orc encampment, saw that there were a whole LOT of orcs, said “actually nvm” and left

- went back to town and looked around for some quest hooks, considered two separate acts of breaking and entering, eventually decided to investigate a nearby cave that supposedly had weird stuff happening

- went to the cave and met a suspicious old lady who had a bunch of ravens and kenku with her, we talked with her a bit and were like hey what’s up why’re you in this cave and she was like uhhh..... no reason don’t Worry hey u want some tea and we were like ? okay sure, so she goes into a different part of the cave that had a door separating the two spots and we were like hmmm yeah no we’re following her

- walk in on her handing daggers out to the kenku which causes combat to start

- party goes in, quickly has a Lot of kenku surrounding them stabbing them a bunch, and i used my glamour bard thing to let them use a reaction to use their movement without provoking opportunity attacks which let us reposition

- we all get behind our hexblade warlock who’s standing in the doorway with blur up as he proceeds to have 33 of 35 attacks miss him

- I waste a turn of combat for 5 of the kenku because i used silent image to make an illusory cage around them and it took until the 5th one to figure out it was fake

- i then kept what we learned was a hag paralyzed via hold person for almost the entire fight (which we later figured out wouldn’t have. actually worked because she wasn’t technically a humanoid, but we let it slide) while the rogue proceeded to run up and stab her and do a Lot Of Damage thanks to auto crits from paralyze

- defeat the enemies, collect some nice loot including a bag of holding and some potions as well as some gold. our cleric then walked around the hag’s room and stuffed 50 candles into the bag of holding and when we were like “hey why’re you taking so many candles” she was just like “I want to take candle lit baths”

- went back to town, showed the hag’s head to show we’d killed it, got a bit of rep with members from “””the empire””” and we made a deal to have them help us take out some cultists that im after (because they may or may not have murdered my family) as long as we first find some evidence against them proving they are responsible for destroying a town we were in at the first start of the campaign where we witnessed the town getting destroyed

- a couple sessions ago my character made out with a buff blacksmith girl and i was like “dang im living a life of adventure now and this girl deserves a nice stable woman” so i spent my downtime for the day finding her a girlfriend which i successfully did

it was a good session

#dnd tag

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thehiddensemicolon · 7 years

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Kacchako fanfic: New Prey Chapter 16

"Read chapter 13 over the weekend. Oh and before I forget. The UA senior prom will be next week. Guys you will be wearing suits and proper dress shoes. Girls... don't wear dresses that hardy cover your skin. Please have your partner chosen by Wednesday for we can seat partners in the same table for dinner. You can invite any other senior from UA, so your not just limited to class 1-A. Have fun." Aizawa announced. "Prom?!!! Omg we totally have to go dress shopping! All of us! Tomorrow or something!" Ashido said. The girls agreed to met up on Saturday to go to the mall to pick out dresses. "Should we go suit shopping too! And meet up with the girls?" Kaminari suggested. "Yeah we can see them in tight skinned dresses and show off their thighs and bo-" Mineta got knocked out my Tsuyu. "You coming bro?" Kirishima said to Bakugou. "Fuck no. I don't need a shitty suit for a shitting worthless prom." He grunted. "So you're not going? What if your girl wants to go? Who is going to take her?" The red head said. "Why would she want to go to a shitty... fuck she would wouldn't she. Dammit!" The explosive teen grunted. Maybe I can convince her that prom is a fucking joke. He thought. He really didn't want to go to prom. He didn't want to waste him time seeing idiots try to flirt or suck at dancing. ~~~After school 3pm ~~~ He was waiting for his girlfriend outside the school. Why she has loser friends I will never understand. Why couldn't she choose another loser. Why fucking Deku and class fucking rep. He thought. A pair of small hands grabbed his shoulders and he quickly went to see .. his girlfriend. "Boo!" She yelled. "Miss me?" She laughed. "Tch. No." He lied. "I can't wait for prom! I wonder what color dress I should get. Wow am curious how you will look like in a suit." She said. "Who said we were going." He said. "What! You don't want to go! Why?" She questioned. "It's stupid and a waste of time." He said. She puffed her cheeks and sighed. "Fine I guess I'll go by myself. I wonder who I will ask to go to prom with me... any ideas?" She smirked. He stared at her and grunted. "Fuck! Uraraka you really know how to push a guys fucking buttons! Fine I'll fucking go to prom. You happy now." "Yup! I wouldn't have gone to prom if you weren't going to go haha. But I win!" He sighed in defeat. It was hard to win against her. His phone was ringing. He looked at the screen and it was a call from his parents. He answered his phone violently. "What do you want woman." He said. "Hey! Don't talk to your mother that way! You are supposed to say 'yes hello mom how are you, what do you need' that sounds more polite!" Uraraka nagged him. "Psh I'll talk to her however the hell I want to floaty!" He said. His mom was speaking in the phone. "No am not fucking going to hand over the phone to Uraraka. She wouldn't want to talk to an old hag like yourself- HEY!" He yelled. Uraraka took the phone from him. "Hello? Mrs. Bakugou hi! How are you doing? " - Uraraka "Oh am doing just fine sweetie. Nice to hear from you again. I wish you can come over more but my idiot of a son keeps hiding you away from us!" - Mrs.Bakugou. Uraraka glared at Katsuki. She gave him the skunk eye. He rolled his eyes and looked away. "Oh really I had no idea. Maybe I should give you my number. For he wouldn't get in the way." - Uraraka "That's a fine idea! Oh by the way what I wanted to tell that punk was, we received word that UA is having a prom. You guys are planning on going right?" - Mrs.Bakugou. "Yes we are planning on going. It will be fun." -Uraraka "Okay great! Well as you may or may not know but my husband and I design clothes. I wanted to know if we can make your dress and that punks suit. What do you say sweetie?" - Mrs.Bakugou Bakugou dove his hands to try and steal his phone back. "Nope no way is that hag making our shits. Uraraka give me the phone!" Bakugou commanded. She threw her hand in front of his face. "Try to touch this phone and I'll make you float to infinity Katsuki." She threatened. "Oh so now you threaten your boyfriend!" He grinned. He loved it when his girlfriend was fierce. But when she is fierce to get what she wants. She never gives in to him. He has mix feelings about this. She kept her hand up. "Sorry for the wait. We would love to have you guys make our attire for the prom. You both are so kind!" - Uraraka said on the phone. "Sounds good. See you tomorrow." Mrs.Bakugou said. Then ended the call. Uraraka gave Katsuki his phone back. "Why don't you want me going to your house?" Uraraka said. "Because... they are annoying. All they want to do is embarrass the fuck out of me." He answered. She grabbed his hand. "I don't think they are annoying. Well I've only met them once. But I'll like to get to know them better." She pleaded. He had a hard time looking at her with her puppy eyes bulging out to him. "I'll think about it okay! Happy!" He blushed. "Yes." She smiled. "I said I'll THINK about it. THINK doesn't mean yes." He yelled. "I know." She laughed. He sighed in defeat. They arrived at the dorms. Uraraka went to her room and he stayed outside. ~~~one hours later~~~ Pinky just arrived at the dorms after a training exercise. Just as she was about to enter the dorms. She heard yelling by the side of the building. She saw Bakugou leaning on the wall. She immediately went behind the bush. "No for fucks sake! I told you already you old hag! You ain't getting no pictures. So stop asking!" Bakugou yelled in his cell phone. "No she isn't coming to the house. Who the hell do you think she is a fucking entertainer. She has better things to do, instead of wasting her time fucking having dinner and playing dress up with you assholes." He said. "No am not going to bring her now stop asking!" He roared. "No she isn't going to fucking model in the clothes you and dad fucking designed. She is going to be a fucking hero, not your fucking doll." He yelled. "Oh my fucking god! For the last fucking time she is not going to fucking come over for dinner and play doll dammit.... NO she is my girlfriend dammit and I get to decide if she visits." He continued to yell in the phone. Pinky had a hard time waking away from hearing his phone conversation. Even though she is invading his privacy, it was amusing. He looked riled up. His face was red. She noticed how he dropped his phone. He picked it up and continued to yell. "Don't say shit like that you hag. How dare you tell me what to do. And fuck you! Am the best thing that ever happened to our family. And how dare you mock me saying how she is the daughter you always wanted! You know what when I get married you aren't invited. I don't need a shit-stained hag ruining my day!" He yelled. Married? They are getting married? Why didn't Uraraka tell me! Ashido thought. "Oh yeah now you don't have a smartass comeback thank fuck.... of course am planning on asking her. Do you really think I'll be in a relationship and fucking throw her away when I graduate? No fuck that time doesn't count. I won't ever be a dumbass again and lose her. For fucks sake I learned my lesson. So yeah she better not say no.... no I won't fucking threaten her to say yes you fucking hag, am not a fucking villain! You know what this conversation is done. I'll fuckin call you later. Just have the fucking box ready when I go there tomorrow bye" Bakugou ended the phone call. Pinky was shocked at what she heard. But when she noticed the phone call ended she ran inside the building. Ashido gathered around the girls and questioned them all. No girl knew what she was saying and they were all saying that Uraraka would have told them if she knew such news. Tsuyu kept saying that what if she is keeping it a secret from us. Ashido kept yelling that she can't have a wedding without her friends being there. Momo said that she is probably keeping it a secret because of Bakugou. Invisible girl keeps yelling that they should interrogate Uraraka and force her to talk. The all agreed they would ask her later tonight. They all walked to the common room and found the girl in question talking with Iida and Deku. "Hey Uraraka ribbit. Can I ask you a question?" Tsuyu said. "Uhh sure." She answered. "If Bakugou ever asked you to marry him. Would you let us girls know?" Froppy asked. "Wh-what marry? Ochako are you two planning a wedding?" Deku asked. Her face was red and her mouth was open. "Ehhhh!? Why are you suddenly asking me that? We haven't talked about that subject yet." Uraraka said. "Oh no? So you haven't talked about it yet then. So it will happen soon?" Ashido said. "What no! I mean yes not yet. Wait I mean um.. I care for him a lot it's just... " Uraraka was messing with her fingers. The girls came together and whispered. "Guys I don't think she knows yet. I think Bakugou was planning on surprising her with the big question later. I know I heard him talking about it!" Ashido whispered. "That's so unlike him. Ribbit. A violent guy like him wanting to surprise her with marriage. Sounds too good to be true." Tsuyu said. "Well whatever the reason, she doesn't know. I think we should keep our mouths shut in the mean time. And find out his plans." Momo said. The girls agreed. "We were just wondering, who you were going to choose to be your brides maids silly. We were all fighting for a future spot haha." Ashido said. "Oh... okay. Will when the time comes I guess I'll find out." Uraraka blushed. The girls left and a confused Deku and Iida stood there. "What an unexpected conversation between girls." Iida said. "Ahh.. yeah I have no idea what came over them all of a sudden." She said. She looked down and messed with her fingers. "So if Kacchan does ask you to marry him what would you say?" Deku asked. She unconsciously looked up and her lips created a smile. "Well I know I love him. I would saw yes of course." She smiled. Her pink cheeks grew red. The two boys looked at their love struck friend. She looked to happy about the subject. Just when she realized she was drooling over her fantasies she quickly recovered. "Oh my geeshes am sorry. I ahh don't know what came over me. You guys don't need to be bothered by me. I should go!" She ran. They continued to look at each other in confusion. She ran to her room to find Bakugou standing outside in the hallway. "Oh hey love- I mean Bakugou!" She blushed. "What happened to you? You look like you just fucking visited candy land and came back so... happy? Who they hell made you happy! I'll kill them!" He yelled. He released an explosion in his palms. "Whaaa! No no one made me happy I swear! Don't kill anyone... wait.. why would you be mad that I was happy?" She asked. He looked away. "Because! No one should be making my girl happy but me." He answered. They both were quiet. Until Bakugou walked over to her and took her cell phone. He was searching through her phone until he found what he was searching for. He brought out his phone and typed the info in his phone. "Um something you needed?" She asked. "No." He answered. He gave her back her phone. She gave him a questioned look. "What? I wasn't looking through your messages or something. I trust you." He yelled. "I wasn't worried about you searching through my messages. I was just surprised that I am your lock screen photo in your phone." She laughed. He blushed and put away his phone. "What why is that so surprising to you huh? I can't fucking see my girlfriend's photo all the time when I turn on my phone? Man you are mean. Do you want me to change it." He said. "No no just happy is all." She smiled. "We are going to my parents house tomorrow around 12pm." He said. She nodded. She kissed him on his lips and gave him a hug. "I love you Bakugou." She said. "Psh you damn Angel Face. Stop calling me Bakugou. We have been dating forever know. Call me Katsuki." He grunted. "I love you Katsuki." She smiled. "I love you too." He said. He kissed her good night and walked to his dorms. Feeling uneasy. ~~~ at Bakugou's room~~~ "Yes tomorrow at 6pm would work. Bye." He hanged up the phone. Authors note. I am so awful as a human being. I thought I published this chapter two days ago /.\ am so careless. This chapter was difficult for me to write. Am I the only one that loves his parents? I always want them to interact with this young couple. I also need help figuring out baby names. (Spoiler alert) what do you guys think? Boy or girl?

#my hero academia #kacchako #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x uraraka #uraraka ochako #bakuraka

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Happy Sunday bookworms!

Did everyone have a good weekend? I had a lovely weekend full of watching the U.S. Open & football, my kids’ sporting events, bonfires, charity dance events, and pickle ball. The weather cooled off this week, and things were finally starting to feel like Fall. Unfortunately summer is going to come back with a vengeance this week with temperatures returning to 90°F.

*Bookish Weekly Wrap-Up is a weekly post where I feature what posts were published on the blog for the past week, any bookish/blog happenings, what I recently finished reading, what I am currently reading, what I will be reading next, noteworthy posts around the bookish blogisphere, and any interesting bookish articles I came across.

Monday 8/26

Mini Book Reviews: August 2019 – Part 2

Sunday 9/1

August 2019 Reading & Blogging Wrap-Up + Book Haul

Monday 9/2

September 2019 TBR: “Series September”

Most anticipated books published this past week:

» Butterfly Yellow by Thanhha Lai

Genre: Historical Fiction

Release Date: September 3, 2019

In the final days of the Việt Nam War, Hằng takes her little brother, Linh, to the airport, determined to find a way to safety in America. In a split second, Linh is ripped from her arms—and Hằng is left behind in the war-torn country.

Six years later, Hằng has made the brutal journey from Việt Nam and is now in Texas as a refugee. She doesn’t know how she will find the little brother who was taken from her until she meets LeeRoy, a city boy with big rodeo dreams, who decides to help her.

Hằng is overjoyed when she reunites with Linh. But when she realizes he doesn’t remember her, their family, or Việt Nam, her heart is crushed. Though the distance between them feels greater than ever, Hằng has come so far that she will do anything to bridge the gap.

» Tunnel of Bones (Cassidy Blake #2) by Victoria Schwab

Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy > Paranormal

Release date: September 3, 2019

Trouble is haunting Cassidy Blake . . . even more than usual.

She (plus her ghost best friend, Jacob, of course) are in Paris, where Cass’s parents are filming their TV show about the world’s most haunted cities. Sure, it’s fun eating croissants and seeing the Eiffel Tower, but there’s true ghostly danger lurking beneath Paris, in the creepy underground Catacombs.

When Cass accidentally awakens a frighteningly strong spirit, she must rely on her still-growing skills as a ghosthunter — and turn to friends both old and new to help her unravel a mystery. But time is running out, and the spirit is only growing stronger.

And if Cass fails, the force she’s unleashed could haunt the city forever.

» How to Raise a Reader by Pamela Paul & Maria Russo

Genre: Nonfiction

Release date: September 3, 2019

An indispensable guide to welcoming children—from babies to teens—to a lifelong love of reading, written by Pamela Paul and Maria Russo, editors of The New York Times Book Review.

Do you remember your first visit to where the wild things are? How about curling up for hours on end to discover the secret of the Sorcerer’s Stone? Combining clear, practical advice with inspiration, wisdom, tips, and curated reading lists, How to Raise a Reader shows you how to instill the joy and time-stopping pleasure of reading.

Divided into four sections, from baby through teen, and each illustrated by a different artist, this book offers something useful on every page, whether it’s how to develop rituals around reading or build a family library, or ways to engage a reluctant reader. A fifth section, “More Books to Love: By Theme and Reading Level,” is chockful of expert recommendations. Throughout, the authors debunk common myths, assuage parental fears, and deliver invaluable lessons in a positive and easy-to-act-on way

Interesting bookish articles:

» How to Start a Book Club

» 6 Modern Books to Help Parents Raising Teen Girls

» 15 best debut novels so far in 2019

» Listen Up! Podcasts for the Whole Family

» Five Ways to Structure Your Book Club Discussion

» Diverse Tween Reads for Your School Library

» The Best Children’s and YA Books of August 2019

» Quiz: What Type of Book Club is Right for You?

» Books Recs Based on Your Favorite Teen TV Shows

» Audiobooks 101: A Beginner’s Guide to Audiobooks

» Diverse Books for Tweens and Teens Written by Own Voices Authors

» 15 Fantastic Middle Grade Books Hitting Shelves in Fall 2019

Recently Finished Reading:

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» Book Girl: A Journey Through the Treasures and Transforming Power of a Reading Life by Sarah Clarkson

*3.5 Stars*

I loved learning about Sarah’s journey & her connection to books. I think Sarah has excellent reading tastes, and will probably borrow the physical copy from the library to copy down all the reading recommendation lists. I gave it 3.5 stars because it was too heavily focused on religion & faith for my tastes.

» Gods of Jade and Shadow by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Gods of Jade and Shadow was one of my most anticipated books of 2019, but it came up a bit short for me. The story felt like a fairy tale filled with Mexican folklore, which I loved, but the book felt very surface level.

» The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah

*4.5 Stars*

Set in the harsh wild of Alaska in the 70s, The Great Alone was an excellent survival type of story – in more ways than one. While reading I thought Hannah was going to go the cliche route a few times, but she kept on surprising me.

» The Dragon Republic (The Poppy War #2) by R.F. Kuang

The Dragon Republic was an excellent follow up to The Poppy War. The political intrigue in this book is engrossing.

» The Horse and His Boy (Chronicles of Narnia #5) by C.S. Lewis

This has been my least favorite book in the series thus far, but still a very enjoyable read. There is something so nostalgic about this series, which doesn’t exactly make sense since it is my first time reading these books… If I had to rank the series thus far, it would be 1) Chronicles of Narnia, 2) The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, 3) The Silver Chair, 4) Prince Caspian, and 5) The Horse and His Boy.

Currently Reading:

» Nobody Said Not to Go: The Life, Loves, and Adventures of Emily Hahn by Ken Cuthbertson

Status: 25%

I had to put this one on hold while I knock some of my library books out.

» The Queen of Attolia (The Queen’s Thief #2) by Megan Whalen Turner

Status: 58%

» The Smartest Kids in the World: And How They Got That Way by Amanda Ripley

Status: 20%

What Am I Reading Next?:

» Wintersmith (Tiffany Aching #3) by Terry Pratchett

Tiffany Aching is a trainee witch — now working for the seriously scary Miss Treason. But when Tiffany witnesses the Dark Dance — the crossover from summer to winter — she does what no one has ever done before and leaps into the dance. Into the oldest story there ever is. And draws the attention of the Wintersmith himself.

As Tiffany-shaped snowflakes hammer down on the land, can Tiffany deal with the consequences of her actions? Even with the help of Granny Weatherwax and the Nac Mac Feegle — the fightin’, thievin’ pictsies who are prepared to lay down their lives for their “big wee hag.”

Wintersmith is the third title in an exuberant series crackling with energy and humour. It follows The Wee Free Men and Hat Full of Sky.

» Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson

For fans of Tina Fey and David Sedaris—Internet star Jenny Lawson, aka The Bloggess, makes her literary debut.

Jenny Lawson realized that the most mortifying moments of our lives—the ones we’d like to pretend never happened—are in fact the ones that define us. In the #1 New York Times bestseller, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, Lawson takes readers on a hilarious journey recalling her bizarre upbringing in rural Texas, her devastatingly awkward high school years, and her relationship with her long-suffering husband, Victor. Chapters include: “Stanley the Magical, Talking Squirrel”; “A Series of Angry Post-It Notes to My Husband”; “My Vagina Is Fine. Thanks for Asking”; “And Then I Snuck a Dead Cuban Alligator on an Airplane.” Pictures with captions (no one would believe these things without proof) accompany the text.

» @The Orangutan Librarian shares a recommendation list ⇒ GATEWAY SCI FI BOOKS

» Marie @Drizzle and Huricane Books talks about adding a little spark to book blog posts ⇒ HOW TO GIVE YOUR BOOK BLOG POSTS THAT EXTRA SPARK

» CW shares recs for books by Asian authors with mental illness rep ⇒ Year of the Asian Reading Challenge – Book Recommendations for September’s Prompt: Mental Illness Awareness!

Have you read any of the books included in this post? If so, what did you think?

What are you currently reading?

What will you read next?

Have a wonderful week & happy reading

Bookish Weekly Wrap-Up: 8/26 - 9/8/19 #BookBlog #BookBlogger #Bookworm #AmReading #Books #WrapUp Happy Sunday bookworms! Did everyone have a good weekend? I had a lovely weekend full of watching the U.S.

#Am Reading #Bibliophile #book blog #book blogger #Book Nerd #Book Talk #Book Worm #Bookish #Books #Bookworm #Reading #TBR #Wrap Up

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[WOIN] The EONS Collection

Publisher: EN Publishing

94 EONS supplements gathered in one place! The ultimate collection of supplementary WOIN material. Ths epic collection contains rules, races, gear, adventures, careers, and more for fantasy, modern, and sci-fi games. Here's what you get. Note that some of these articles were later incorporated into core rulebooks. This collection includes over a dozen adventures!

#94. Four N.E.W. Alien Races III. Welcome to another four alien PC races for your sci-fi WOIN games! As before, you can easily use these in fantasy games, too! This time, you’ll meet: Clockmen, clockwork mechanoids who repair themselves with spare parts; Drahzik, a hunter culture of trophy seekers and bounty hunters; Fornians, a fungal race with the ability to emit hallucinogenic spores; Garga, a race of amphibious frog like beings.

#93. The Power of Christ Compels You! WOIN takes a darker turn as it adopts some themes from horror movies such as The Omen or The Exorcist. This article deals with demonic possession, and the exorcism thereof. Learn how to prepare for an exorcism, and how to connect the ritual itself. Also includes the new Exorcist career.

#92. Four N.E.W. Alien Races II. Following last week’s four new alien races, we have another four for your campaigns! This time, we introduce the Bragi, a cephalopod race, experts at piloting and astro-navigation; Changelings, naturally amorphous, creatures which have evolved to be able to mimick the shapes of others; Charons, a humanoid race mutated by radiation; and Chorax, eight-legged cannibalistic spider-people who experiment on others.

#91. Four N.E.W. Alien Races. This article, the first in a series, introduces four new alien races suitable for player characters. Acorax, humanoid bird-men; Adraxi, winged, featherless humanoid aliens who resemble pterodactyls; Argons, tall, fur-covered humanoids who live in tune with nature; and Betrux, stocky, beetle-like aliens with thick shells and waving antennae.

#90. Encounters in the Frigid Wastes. As the cold weather in the real world continues, we add some frigid encounters into your fantasy WOIN games. Avalanches, frozen bridges, mammoth warriors, winter riders, and wolves in the storm await in this article by James J. Haeck; illustrated by Ellis Goodson.

#89. The Trade War. The second adventure in the Code of Honor trilogy by Jacob Rodgers (a trilogy which started with The Palermo Gambit last month). In the Galileo Sector, settled by the ne-er do wells and "Businesses" of the Union, a trade war erupts between The YOEN Conglomerate and and Capitolia Business ... and when a trade war begins the Galileo Sector, the laser pistols follow quickly after. Illustrated by Ellis Goodson, Victoria Oliveira, Phil Stone, and Indi Martin.

#88. SolSpace: A Brief Timeline. Welcome to the first overview of SolSpace, the "core" setting for science-fiction What's OLD is NEW games. This document contains a short introduction to the setting, a timeline of the setting's history so far, and maps of known space. The maps are also included separately as image files for convenience. Note that all of our settings, including this one, are available for use by creators selling content in the WOIN Community Publishing Syndicate.

#87. Deep Space Encounters. Spice up your space travel with these encounters in deep space! escape pods, space restaurants, debris fields, and rogue shots all present intergalactic challenges, and each has a handful of variations so that you can use them again! By Michael McCarthy; illustrated by Sade, Giacomo Marchesi, and James Gary.

#86. Urban Noir. WOIN covers a wide range of genres. Space opera, dark fantasy, modern action, spy thriller, and more. This article takes a look at the noir genre, offering game and setting advice as well as four new exploits suited to such settings. By Charlie Brooks; illustrated by Indi Martin.

#85. Behold My True Form! It can be hard to make solo "boss" monsters which are interesting enough to stand up to an entire party, while not making them a big bag of endless HEALTH which requires tedious chipping away. This article gives you some options for traits acquired when the monster hits half HEALTH, and when it hits zero HEALTH. By James Haeck; illustrated by Ellis Goodson.

#84. The Last Star Knight. The Star Knight career is expanded with a plethora of new powers, some inspired by a recent sci-fi movie which recently appears in cinemas! Learn how to call lightning, project your consciousness, or turn off your targeting computer....

#83. The Palermo Gambit. From writer Jacob Rodgers comes the start of a new trilogy! Set in the Galileo Sector, an area of space settled by criminals and ne'er-do-wells, the PCs will play scoundrels working for the gangster Boss Nadir. Can they locate Danos Petrar, and then infiltrate the warehouse in Palermo City? And how will they fare at the firefight at the Bull's Eye club? And finally, can they protect the freighter Gentileschi during the New Venice Run? Illustrated by Phil Stone, Indi Martin; cartography by Derek Ruiz.

#82. Faces of the Grotesque. This collection of five magical masks, fashioned out of a monstrous creature's visage, imbue your characters with the powers of the monsters they depict. Each mask has a history, powers, plot hooks, and curses and drawbacks -- the Goblin Mask, Mask of the Dragon, Dire Bear Mask, Hill Giant Mask, and Octopoid Mask.

#81. The Judicial Legion of Adventurers: Swift. Part of the Judicial Legion of Adventurers, Swift is the fastest person alive! Imbued with superhuman speed, he can run faster than the blink of an eye; so fast, in fact, that he can even walk on water or run up walls!

#80. The Judicial Legion of Adventurers: The Dark Avenger. The Judicial Legion of Adventurers is a group of powerful heroes dedicated to fighting evil and injustice. Their epic abilities, global renown, and awe-inspiring reputations are enough to make even the most depraved arch-villain think twice, and give alien invaders pause to reconsider the wisdom of going up against them.

#79. Faces of Hallow's Eve. These five dark artifacts are suitable for fantasy or sci-fi campaigns. Each is a grisly mask with evil powers and dangerous drawbacks - the Ghost Hood, the Hag Mask, the Mask of the Shamed Royal, the Visage of the Vampire, and the Slashed Faces. By Kiel Chenier; illustrated by Kim Van Deun.

#78. ZEITGEIST #: Island at the Axis of the World (Part 3). The ZEITGEIST adventure path continues! Can the party infiltrate Axis Island, and open the way for Risur's navy to take down the treasonous duchess?

#77. Psionic Gear. Twenty new psionic items, including grenades, companion stones, crystal masks, mainlines, psionic detonators, perception torcs, psi crowns, psychic cuffs, and much more.

#76. ZEITGEIST #1: Island at the Axis of the World (Part 2). The critically acclaimed adventure path continues! In this Act, the heroes will open the way for Risur's navy to take down the treacherous duchess by infiltrating Axis Island. Espionage and skullduggery abound!

#75. Life Events. These rules add to the career lifepath character creation system, adding personal, social, and extra-curricular events to your character's history, increasing the depth and richness of your character's backstory. Simply roll one life event for each career grade when first creating your character. You might get married, have an accident, win the lottery, or take up a new hobby.

#74. Rank & File. If your character belongs to an organisation, it's likely that they'll have a rank of some kind. Whether a fantasy pirate captain, or a veteran star knight, a grizzled watch commander, or a modern marine, a character's rank adds an extra level of immersion into the setting. These rules tie rank to REP for a wide variety of fantasy, modern, and sci-fi organisations.

#73. You're All Doomed! An abandoned wizard's tower resting atop a hill. A peaceful village threatened by the undead. Rumors of vast treasure buried in forgotten crypts. Sounds like the perfect start to an adventure! A little too perfect...

#72. Give Chase! Chases can be hard to run! In you're mind, they're an exciting cinematic adventure; in reality, they can end up being a tedious, plodding plotting of minis on a grid. The core rules explain how to run a chase; this article goes into a little more depth, describing how to make sure your chase scenes run smoothly!

#71. Danuki: Mischievous Shapeshifters. This new race for both OLD and NEW games introduces a diminutive race of mischievous changelings. These prank-loving beings are not known for their bravery, nut they love to take down the pompous and the aloft. By Carl Cramér; illustrated by Ellis Goodson.

#70. Racebuilding Engine. Are you players bored with the core races? Here's their chance to design their own unique alien or fantasy race using a point-based system. They'll choose its type, size, attributes, skill choices, and exploits and create something exotic and personal to them!

#69. Summoners. A brand new magical career, along with a new magical enhancement and a range of summonable fey spirits form this article by Nathan Thurston!

#68. Monster Design. Struggling with creating WOIN monsters and NPCs? This system takes you through the steps by choosing a template and power level and going from there.

#67. ZEITGEIST #1: Island at the Axis of the World (Part 1). The first part of the critically acclaimed adventure path is here! In factories throughout the city of Flint, months of ceasless toil by mages, engineers, and shipbuilders have finally concluded. Now well-wishers from across the nation of Risur have come to witness the launch of the world’s mightiest vessel of war: the R.N.S. Coaltongue, impervious to spell and cannon and armed with fire that could slay even a dragon. On the docks, constables keep a close eye on celebrants and troublemakers; in the shadows, conspiracy and betrayal threaten this technological titan on its maiden voyage.Meanwhile, on an island in the lush Yerasol Achipelago, enemy spies put their plans into motion, clouded with secrecy...

#66. Deadly Traps. From acid pools to trash compactors to cursed glyphs to poison needles, traps are a staple ingredient in any adventurer's diet. This article tells you how to create a trap for your WOIN game, and includes 15 example traps ready to use, along with a (simple) trap generator.

#65. The Goddess Within: Playing Nymphs. These three new fey races for fantasy settings allow you to play an immortal forest, earth, or water nymph. These magical creatures are physical spirits of nature, with natural magical abilities. By Josh Gentry; illustrated by Tamara Cvetkovic.

#64. Black Powder Conjurer. This new magical career for fantasy games combines the arts of evocation with the explosive potential of gunpowder. The Black Powder Conjurer can use her guns to throw fire, as her weapons crash like rolling thunder.

#63. Trappist. Trappist-1 is a real star system about 30 light years from Earth, believed by astronomers today to have seven rocky planets in the star's habitable zone. Little do they know that in the future, humans will discover the crowded and vibrant system that is Trappist, with its seven populated planets. This 15-page article details the Tarppist system, its seven worlds, and the races who live on them.

#62. Conditions & Critical Hits. Some people like their critical hits to be a bit more "in your face". This alternate system of critical hits (and status tracks in general) makes them a little more dangerous, as well as a little quicker to use.

#61. Ten Magical Careers. WOIN fans have been asking for new magical careers for a while now, and so we present you with TEN of them! The Archmage, Battlemage, Enchanter, Healer, Icemage, Illusionist, Magician, Shaman, Soothsayer, and Witch/Warlock add to the seven magical careers in the core rules, taking you up to 17.

#60. Union Space Force. This short PDF contains the overall career structure diagram of the USF (Union Space Force). While the WOIN career structure is very freeform, specific organisations may have their own prerequisites. The diagram in this PDF indicates the order in which USF officers may take careers.

#59. Catalogus Naeniam. Got your copy of OLD and eagerly devouring the Elements of Magic spell building system? This article by Nathan Thurston contains 21 new spells all created using the WOIN rules! Ranging from the 3 MP Strike Through Stone to the mighty 37 MP Curse of the Beast, these spells cover a wide variety of magical skills and secrets.

#58. The Virosa Accord. The third and final adventure in the Nereid Trilogy, which began with The Last Survivor, and continued in Harvester Moon. The Virosa were first encountered in The Last Survivor; now the PCs are invited to join a First Contact mission to their homeworld. But can they deal with radical factions, assassins, and more? By Jacob Rodgers; illustrated by Indi Martin, Ellis Goodson, Giacomo Marchesi, Phil Stone, and Kier Lyles.

#57. Laser Swords. Laser swords in the N.E.W. core rulebook are a fairly basic affair. For those who enjoy their science fantasy, this article provides upgraded rules for laser swords -- six distinct sword colours, four weapon traits, and information on the Star Knight tradition of building and upgrading their own swords

#56. Incident at ICEREACH-1. In this adventure by Rob Nuttman, the PCs will find themselves investigating events at a lunar mining outpost. Can the heroes discover what happened at ICEREACH-1? What did North Atlantic Heavy Industries find below the ice of the Atinken Basin? Illustrated by Peter Woods, Xanditz, and Huy Man Van.

#55. Game Modes. Regular and Cinematic Mode are two ways to modify the tone of your WOIN game. This article offers two new ways to play substantially different styles of game - Grit Mode (suitable for survival horror, or hard sci-fi) and Cartoon Mode (suitable for light-hearted games with ridiculous action). Also presented is a new ammunition tracking rule using the countdown pool mechanic.

#54. Small Ships. One thing often requested for the WOIN system is support for vessels smaller than 1,000 tons. This article provides statistics for smaller vessels, along with select range of ship components from the Chen-Zua Corporation designed for ships of that size. Of course, those ships can use larger components, as long as they can fit them in, but these have been specifically engineered to accommodate smaller sized vessels. Also included are two sample ships, the Newton Class 0-I Shuttle and the Stingray Class 0-II Freighter.

#53. Size Matters! A shorter article this time, after the recent two adventures! This two-page article illustrates the different creature size categories in the WOIN system, from tiny housecoats to titanic monsters which crush entire buildings beneath their feet! Illustrated by Michael McCarthy.

#52. Harvester Moon. Harvester Moon, by Jacob Rodgers, is the second in the Nereid Trilogy which began with The Last Survivor. In this adventure, the PCs will track down the Ogron slaver Bauk and discover the ominous reason why ship crews have been captured in the region. New monsters, two new starships, and a brand new psionic-based starship weapon are included in this 15-page adventure. Can the heroes infiltrate the Harvester Moon, explore the slaver facility, survive the Reapers, and escape again? Illustrated by Victoria Oliveira, Ellis Goodson, James Gary; cartography by Meshon Cantrell.

#51. Into the Dreaming. A fey-themed fantasy adventure for starting PCs! The adventurers are trapped in a strange land - can they find their way home? And can they navigate the labyrinthine Hedgegrove, domain of Princess Daneliean Dandelion? By Kiel Chenier; illustrated by Egil Thompson.

#50. Ranged Brutes. Our 50th article! In settings which focus on ranged combat, especially sci-fi or modern settings, it can be hard to balance an encounter against melee opponents, especially those big brutes which make mincemeat out of sword-wielding PCs in fantasy RPGs. When you can perch at cover and snipe a T-Rex to death, it's not much of a threat. Of course, WOIN already addresses the encounter reward by basing it on how hard the encounter actually was, not on how hard some equation says it should be, but sometimes you just want your brutes to give your ranged PCs a hard time. This article will help you do that with advice on existing exploits and a range of new exploits like Come Here, Living Shield, Monstrous Leap, and more.

#49. Light & Dark. When Vader warned Luke that he underestimated the power of the Dark Side, he was not joking. As the Ring slowly corrupted Frodo, it had visible and mental effects on him. As clerics fail to uphold the ideals of their god, their patrons turn away.This short set of rules introduces the Shadow Track - a way of tracking Light and Dark points. As characters ascend into the light or descend into the darkness, they gain manifestations.

#48. Uplifted. Six new PC races for your WOIN games! These uplifted species are descended from dogs, crows, pigs, rats, chimpanzees, and elephants! They join the existing Felan in the ranks of WOIN uplifted races.

#47. Trader Captains. Taking up a career as a trader, merchant, smuggler, or pirate? Then this document is for you! Details on trading rules, cargo types, permits, fuel costs, and more enable you to begin trading right away!

#46. Cauldron Cant. Instead of an article, this week we're giving you a font file. Cauldron Cant is a futuristic font created by Darren Morrissey which you can use in your games for player handouts and the like. Simply install the font (that's the .ttf file attached) and use it as a letter/number substitution.

#45. Tartarus. Welcome to Tartarus, the greatest space station in the galaxy! Located in The Cauldron, Tartarus is home to 7-million people and aliens. This 12-page document gives an overview of the station, a handful of notable locations and NPCs of note, random encounter tables, and a sample starscraper floor, 323 Maple Grove, with details of the 40 business to be found there and plot hooks to bring it alive.

#44. Specialist Armor: 37 New Armor Types. Is the basic armor list in the NEW core rulebook not quite doing it for you? Would you rather be showing off the latest TD85 Scorpion Flexible Armor Suit, a Guardian A9 Energy Sheath, or prize of the rich socialite, the DE76 "Ninja Machine" Molecule Mai? Or perhaps some of the latest Price-Arakaki Rubber Armor or some Carapace Body Armor (don't run into any insectoids while wearing that....) 37 new armor types ranging from SOAK 3 all the way up to a mighty SOAK 26... if you can afford it!

#43. Damage Report! Want to add a little more detail to ship damage during starship combat or crash landings? These advanced rules enable PCs to track damage to their vessel on a system-by-system basis.

#42. Variant Humans. The universe is a large place, and humans spread everywhere. After a while, they adapt to their new environments - high gravity, low gravity, asteroids, planets orbiting black holes, even clones born in chemical tanks. This article introduced four variant human races for sci-fi games: the Belters, who come form low-g envirnments such as asteroids, starships, and small planets; the Jovians, who come from planets with crushing gravity; Clones, who are created in tanks and emerge fully formed into the world; and the Warped, crazed humans who live near black holes.

#41. Premum Non Nocere. This sci-fi adventure from writer Jason Watson deals with an abandoned medical freighter and its missing crew. What happened aboard the ship, and can the PCs locate and rescue the crew? Including full colour maps, and a tough new monster (the Kremlin Beast), this adventure is designed for advanced characters of grades 10+. Illustrated by Meshon Cantrill, Indi Martin, Phil Stone, and Egil Thompson.

#40. Reputation, Contacts, & Credit. Your REP score is more important than you realise. It's not just fame - it also controls your credit rating, and your access to aid in the form of contacts. Using these simple rules, your characters can obtain goods on credit, and request assistance from people they have known in their lives. Need that old college roomate to leave the door to the museum wher ehe now works unlocked? Want to call in the expertise of your old xenobiology professor? Can't quite afford that new laser gatling gun? If so, this article is for you!

#39. Minotaurs, Goblins, & Clockmen. Three new PC races for your games! These races fit in with any fantasy setting, and ar ealso suitable for sci-fi games. Minotaurs make great gladiators, sailors, pirates, and lair guardians; goblins are cunning, thieving little scrappers; and the mechanical clockmen believe in order and structure. Also included are two new careers and two new weapons.

#38. ZEITGEIST Player's Guide. There's quite the treat today for EONS patrons! A 67-page setting book, detailing the ZEITGEIST campaign setting for the WOIN rules. Those of you who know of ZEITGEIST may have noticed its influence in the OLD rules, and this book lays out the full world, details the principle city of Flint, and delves into the Royal Homeland Constabulary, an organization that PCs in ZEITGEIST might belong to. Also included are 3 new races and 9 new careers, such as the Docker, Gunsmith, Technologist, Eschatologist, Vekeshi Mystic, Skyseer, Yerasol Veteran, and Martial Scientist. ZEITGEIST is a world on the brink of an industrial revolution, with central themes of conflict between the old ways and the new, magic and burgeoning technology.

#37. What Does My LOGIC Score Mean? Wondering whether you can read or write? How many lnaguages you can speak? How best to roleplay your LOGIC attribute? This article is here to answer those questions, taking at look at what each LOGIC score means for your character.

#36. The Devil On Your Shoulder: Careers for Antiheroes. This article presents new criminal careers with potential for reputation and wealth, but accompanied by risk - the Anarchist, Criminal Informant, Forger, Money Launderer, Psionic Interrogator, and Vandal. By Anthony Jennings.

#35. Explosive Ordnance. Want some heavy weaponry in your sci-fi game? This selection of bazookoids, mortars, and rocket launchers will be sure to create a heck of a mess! Burst weapons come to WOIN with a bang - literally!

#34. Creatures of Nightmares. Horrific creatures suitable for fantasy or sci-fi settings, these nightmarish beings embody your darkest dreams and touch your deepest fears or shame. A deadly foe for any horror-themed scenario. By Simon "Skipp" Morin and Mike McCarthy; illustrated by Xanditz.

#33. Trailblazer 9 Heavy. The Trailblazer Heavy vessels are over a hundred years old and were designed to cut routes through the nightmarish hazards that fill the space of the Cauldron. When TB9H becomes a runaway train headed straight for the planet of Diana, can the PCs figure out what is going on and stop the ship before distaster strikes? By Alasdair Stuart; art by Sade, Ellis Goodson, and Indi Martin.

#32. Against the War Mind. This adventure by Mark Kernow puts the PCs on the trail of a renegade AI and a sinister corporation. Will they manage to stop the War Mind before it enacts its deadly plan of revenge? Illustrated by Phil Stone, Sade, and Egil Thompson. Cartography by Michael McCarthy.

#31. The Kryte. The Kryte are a psionic race of interplanetary raiders - Viking-esque creatures of floating crystal. This article contains a new PC race, a typical Kryte Raider starship, and a Kryte Marauder creature stat block.

#30. The Last Survivor. This 21-page adventure, by Jacob Rodgers, is designed to be dropped into any WOIN sci-fi game. The PCs will investigate a mysterious ship, battle an Ogron slaver, and rescue the ship's crew. Also includes a sector map, deck plans of the SS Selkirk, stats for the Selkirk and the Ogron All-Master Warship, and a new alien species, the Virosa. Illustrated by Michael McCarthy, Darren Morrissey, Gicaomi Machesi, Sade, and Indi Martin.

#29. Houseki, Pajak, Jamila, & Zetan: 4 NEW Alien Races. The Houseki are a race of good-natured, ponderous crystalline beings. The Pajak are greedy insectoids. The Jamila are beautiful humanoids who exude strong pheromones. And the Zetans are a race of phased beings who move with incredible speed. All of them are official new player-character races.

#28. Royal Blood: The Divine Right of Kings. This article introduces royalty into your WOIN games, whether it is a fantasy or far future setting. It contains the new Monarch career, and the Royal Birth origin, with information on legitimacy, featly, and an expansive section on royal titles and how to build your own like Her Revered Majesty, Agathe the Lawgiver, Queen of Andalor, Custodian of Heaven, Tribune of the West, or His Serene Excellency, Mandallan the Pious, Hammer of the Gods, Commander of the Nine Kingdoms, Heir of the First Men.

#27. Wild West Weapons. Take up your Colt Peacemaker, Winchester Rifle, or a stick of dynamite and bring a little of the Old West into your WOIN games! This article introduces a range of handguns, longarms, and explosives.

#26. Racial Paragons. This is a free article; you will not be charged for it (though you do need to be a patron to access it). It is being presented as a playtest concept, and may make it into a WOIN rulebook in the future. This simple one-page article presents a way of buying new grades in your race rather than your career. Please give it a try and let us know how it goes - your feedback will determine whether it makes it into a future book!

#25. Hobbies & Quirks: New Hooks. The hook part of a character's descriptor gets a boost in this article, which describe two types of hook - hobbies and quirks, along with new rules for the use of each. Also included are random tables to help players select each.

#24. Ageing With Grace. This article takes a look at playing older characters - along with a range of exploits only available to old characters, two new careers for old characters, and special XP-gaining Bucket List rules and Life Events to help flesh out your PC.

#23. Solspace: A Guide to our Stellar Neighborhood. This short document contains a hex map depicting the positions of the dozens of (real) star systems within 10 parsecs or so of our own Sol system, along with a list of each star's stellar classification. This is conceived of as a tool for those designing settings based on real astronomical data. The hex map is scaled at the standard 1 hex = 1 parsec size used for WOIN space travel. The document also contains a brief recap of the stellar classification found in N.E.W. The Science Fiction Roleplaying Game, and WOIN Space.

#22. People of the Fey Realms. This article for fantasy campaigns (or sci-fi campaigns with fantasy elements) introduces three new player races - the musical faun, the mischievous gremlin, and the plantlike spriggan. All three races are fey races.

#21. Drahzik. Another new alien species for N.E.W. games (or any sci-fi WOIN game), the Drahzik are a race of hunters. This article includes the Drahzik race, the Drahzik Hunter origin, and the Drahzik Manhunter career, along with a selection of Drahzik weapons and armor.

#20. Solurials. EONS' 20th article! This new alien species for futuristic campaigns is a plant-based race with thick bark for skin, lashing vines, and a healthy respect for fire. Here you'll find the Solurial race, the Solurial Sharmarin Class VI Scout (a organic starship), and the Solurial Shepherd origin career.

#19. Revenants: Death or Vengeance. This new race for fantasy, modern, or future campaigns allows you to play one of the living dead, a walking corpse driven by revenge, justice, or unrequited love.

#18. Tomb Worlds: Graveyards of the Elder Races. Designed to slot into the WOIN world creation rules found in Building A Universe and the N.E.W. roleplaying game core rulebook, this article by Anthony Jennings introduces the remnants of long-dead civilizations, with tables to determine how the civilisation fell, the current state of the ruins, and more. Also included is a sample world, Clarke VII.

#17. Flintlocks & Bayonets: New Archaic Pistols. For those who like a little archaic gunpowder in their WOIN games, or who enjoy the thought of Grand Elf Musketeers, this article introduces the axe-pistol, bayonet, blade pistol, duelling pistol, hold-out pistol, hilt pistol, ogre pistol, shield pistol, and the twin-barrel pistol, as well as four magical pistols.

#16. 3.x Spell Conversions: Level 1 Arcane. From writer John Lynch comes this collection of over 40 spells converted from the original 3E/Pathfinder/d20 rules to WOIN's Elements of Magic system. This collection contains all of the core 1st-level arcane spells from the aforementioned games.

#15. Knowledge Checks: What We Know. What do you do when your players ask "What do I know about that creature?" You ask them to make an attribute check, of course. The difficulty of that check is defined by two things: how common or rare the creature is; and how famous or infamous it is. A fire dragon is very rare, but it is very well-known.

#14. An Axe to Grind: New Archaic Axes. The core WOIN rules contain a small handful of axes. This article expands on the list, increasing the number of different axes to over 20. From boarding axes to Danish axes to Dwarven axes to the Amazonian Sagaris, these new axes are accompanied by the Woodcutter origin and two magical axes (the Executioner's Axe, and the Royal Dwarven Waraxe), along with a range of new weapon properties.

#13. RESOLVE: Horror, Sanity, & Social Combat. The RESOLVE score is a combination of sanity and social combat rules. These rules allow characters to charm, persuade, intimidate, and more, and also allows special magical effects (like a ghost's keen) directly attack RESOLVE rather than HEALTH.

#12. Heroes of the Far East: Ninja. The ninja is a favourite career for fans of Eastern settings or characters. This article presents two new careers: the ninja (a master of shadow) and the shinobi (a master of disguise). These two careers are adept at espionage and infiltration. Also included are details of the ninja's equipment, including smoke bombs and shuriken. This is the first article in an occasional series which will also include the samurai, wu-jen, and more.

#11. Elemental Magic: Transforming the Terrain. Use transformation spells to transform the very terrain around you! Whether turning the floor to lava, ice, or writhing plants, these uses for transformation magic are ideal for battlefield control. Also includes a selection of sample spells - entangling vines, greasepatch, lava field, vine chains, and watery grave.

#10. Emergency: Divert All Power! "Divert power to the engines and get us out of here!" - a command many have heard uttered on their favourite sci-fi TV show. These advanced rules for WOIN starship combat allow vessels to divert power to Engines, Shields, Weapons, or Point Defences, or to access emergency Auxiliary Power when in dire straits. Next time somebody tells you that the rear shields are down to 30%, you know what to do!

#9. Bastards & Apprentices: Six New Fantasy Origins. Adding to those in the core rules are the Apprentice, Bastard, Chosen One, Feral, Nomad, and Villager origins for fantasy/archaic characters.

#8. En Garde! Melee Combat Stances. This article adds an additional tactical element to melee combat. Different stances can not only grant warriors benefits, but they can also be used to negate the advantages gained by an opponent's choice of stance.

#7. Runewright. A brand new career for fantasy settings! The runewright uses runes and spells to set traps, enhance weapons and armor, and more, resulting in a spell caster who can stand toe-to-toe with more skilled martial opponents.

#6. Endeavour Class XI Cruiser. This item is a freebie to EONS patrons - you won't be charged for it, though you need to be a patron to access it. The Endeavour is the navy's flagship exploration class vessel; 12 of these ships were built, and the first - the FSS Endeavour itself - mysteriously vanished during its second multi-year mission. This article presents the Endeavour Mk I and Mk II cruisers, along with full stats, background information, speed trials, and a list of Endeavour class cruisers and their current status.

#5. Junker Class I Courier. The quintessential starting ship, the Junker Class I Courier is small, cheap, and commonplace. Originally designed mainly for inner-system travel, the Junker's operational range is limited. However, later models included FTL engines which extended its range and helped transform the little vessel into something more suited to intergalactic travel. If you are just starting up a WOIN sci-fi campaign, this little ship is an ideal starting vessel for your PCs.

#4. New Universal Exploits. Nearly 30 new universal exploits which allow you to fight blind, cleave, lunge, sunder, throw anything, and much more.

#3. The Face of Treachery: Night Elves. Evil has a face, and it is the night elf. Night elves - cousins of the wild sylvan elves and the stoic grand elves - are known for their lies, their treachery, and their poisons. Rarely venturing from their pale white citadels, these evil fey are sometimes encountered in small bands led by the feared magisters. This article introduces the night elf, both as a PC race and as an enemy or foe, with stat blocks for the night elf and the night elf magister, along with details of the famed night elf blinding poison.

#2. Children of the Earth. This free article is a taste of the sort of material you can expect from EONS magazine. Designed for fantasy campaigns, this article introduces three new dwarf races - the resolute flint dwarves, the exalted jade dwarves, and the dark, flesh-eating obsidian dwarves.

#1. New Upgrades for Androids. This free article is a taste of the sort of material you can expect from EONS magazine. Designed for sci-fi campaigns, this article contains over 30 new upgrades for android characters, along with guidelines on how to turn the numbers on an android's character sheet into technical specifications. The article also includes rules on designing and building robots - non free-willed mechanoids.

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Letter I sent to Rep. Jenkins, June 29, 2017

Dear Rep. Jenkins,

I am writing in response to your tweet about President Trump's earlier comments about Morning Joe co-host Mika Brzezinski.

I am disappointed in your lack of support for our President, and it is completely unexpected. Ms. Brzezinski insulted our President and he had no other option but to respond. Are you suggesting that he not say anything at all of someone insults him?

I mean, I didn't see you speaking out in 2016 when President Trump's said nothing to his supporters calling his opponent as "that bitch," or Trump himself saying that Ms. Clinton was not able to "satisfy her husband" and that she doesn't have a "presidential look," which we all knew was code for she's an ugly old hag.

The reasons you and I didn't say anything were clear: Hillary Clinton actually is a bitch, she is in fact unattractive, and Donald Trump was right to say so. I don't see what the difference is now, so maybe your IQ is as low as Ms. Mrzezinski's since you're trying to pretend there is one.

Do what is right, and support our President.

#mika brzezinski #morning joe #joe scarborough #Donald Trump #Trump #president trump #Make America Great Again #maga #hillary clinton

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Crazy Megyn anymore. It is a gate, if they pay a disproportionate share of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was seen by two witnesses. You should focus on our country during that week. So totally dishonest! What has she in the world!

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Isn’t it funny when a woman named Barbara Res does not feel 'great already' to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the cakey sand dough. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled.

Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? We will Make America Great Again. Melania and I thought I was young. Language no whit worse than his. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary. His shadow lay over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pyx. He halted.

Belluomo rises from the wet street. THE SWAMP was no-one saw: tell no-one. Ah, poor dogsbody! 2:30 P.M. I have my stick. Faces of Paris men go by, their mouths yellowed with the yellow teeth. Remembering thee, O, my obelisk valise, porter threepence, across the slimy pier at Newhaven. Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. Couch a hogshead with me on women. Many of his wife's lover's wife, Melania. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She has bad judgement.

Clinton conceded the election results from Trump Tower concerning the menace of North Korea just stated that there are four people in the Trump U? When I put my face. Would you or would you not think?

The cold domed room of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin, we can never beat Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even less stamina. He turned his face over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the air, scraped up the sand again with a heavy focus on jobs, safety and protection for those in need. Better buy one.

We've had free—and the Dems, who tried so hard and personally in the beach. Seems not. I am not walking out to the F.B.I. —Morrow, nephew. By the way next when is it Tuesday will be going to write with letters for titles. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him: thy quarrons dainty is. Here. Sir Lout's toys.

Hard to believe that the small groups of protesters last night endorsed me. Flutier. Whusky! Something he buried there, the panthersahib and his supporters. Spend more time taking care of our country has the key. I'll tell you the reason why.

Coloured on a flat: yes, W. The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. Un demi setier!

O yes, that's all right. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. And these, the worst voting record in the army.

She lives in Leeson park with a wedding reception. Driving before it a loose drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

These are people who did the coupler's will. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand quickly, quickly! Omnis caro ad te veniet. The media is trying to come back. The dog's bark ran towards him, nipping and eager airs. O, that's right. Here. Patrice that. Dringdring! Only a question on her major upset victory in Florida! ObamaCare is imploding and will be remembered as the flowers in May. See what I meant, see now! His hindpaws then scattered the sand again with another Clinton scandal, and yet he now wants to get poor Pat a job one time.

Proudly walking. Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, rising, flowing. My ashplant will float away. As I have been so weak, and Lambert Simnel, with that money like a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. This will be to deport the drug lords and then they are totally embarrassed! Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. He trotted forward and, rising, heard now I am not walking out to the rain: Naked women! Very dangerous! Justice. The Democrats want to. Stephen, how is uncle Si? My Latin quarter hat. Feefawfum. See media—asking for a big problem! Fang, I used to. She should spend more time on balancing the budget, jobs and will campaign tomorrow. O, O. O, O, O, O the boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. Missionary to Europe after fiery Columbanus. Hide gold there. Republicans are actually, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. He climbed over the dial floor. About the nature of women he read in Michelet.

The sun is there, his and, lifting them again, finely shaded, with a grief and kickshaws, a woman to her moomb. I throw this ended shadow from me, spoke. Respect his liberty. Signatures of all things I am not walking out to be VP that tell the truth. Jobs! Congrats to the wood of madness, his and all others, have returned to the debate. Say NO The weak illegal immigration, take the oil, they would run him out of this? Did China ask us if it wants to sit down on his path. Great level of confidence and optimism-even before taking office, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. She had no navel. In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. Mrs Florence MacCabe, deeply lamented, of hopes, conspiracies, of Arthur Griffith now, A E, pimander, good shepherd of men. Only the crooked media makes this a big rally in Chicago and our economy. Mon pere, oui! Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. As I am almosting it. They come at you from all sides. China decides to help, that I want the drone they stole back. If you can put your five fingers through it howsomever. Some FAKE NEWS media is so great being in Tampa this afternoon. The Obama Administration agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Lent it to his own cheek. Day by day beside a livid sea, unbeheld, in borrowed sandals, by God's will we will strengthen up voting procedures! Highly respectable gondoliers! Put me on to Edenville. Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it so special! I am. People are pouring into Washington in record numbers.

See now. Where is poor dear Arius to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the diaphane.

Thought it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why have they not responded to the great State of Indiana to vote for Hillary Clinton. I was a fellow I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call it back.

In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. Wait. You prayed to the strand there.

Based on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the usher. Dan Occam thought of that, you mongrel! Horrific incident in FL. And no more, thought through my eyes. Famine, plague and slaughters. Cleanchested. Toothless Kinch, the superman. That's why she won't.

Staunch friend, a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, a stride at a cur's yelping. We thought you were someone else, Stevie: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Whusky! Five people killed in the Ninth Circuit, which will be far more difficult & sophisticated than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of always looking to start thinking rationally. The media has deceived the public and country at risk? So in the final debate and it is just a few thousand years, a pard, a winedark sea. Dan Occam thought of that, I used to. Very nice! A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Just like I have never liked dopey Robert Gates. You seem to have enjoyed yourself. Close in polls! 7 months. I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to. And and and tell us, Stephen, you mongrel! 8 MILLION. Sure? Working hard! Tremendous crowds and spirit.

Coloured on a ledge of rock, resting his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still. Media put out such false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. I would NEVER mock disabled. A porterbottle stood up, I wonder, with that money like a whale.

You're your father's son. Who gave them a pass! Cousin Stephen, tell mother. Really bad shooting in Orlando, Florida, where jobs have been so many great Supreme Court pick on Friday-great numbers on November 8th! I have my stick.

Get down, baldpoll! Something he buried there, the largest numbers in the bar MacMahon. Full fathom five thy father lies. Turn back. Will you be as gods? Bad Instincts. The grainy sand had gone from under a midden of man's ashes. None of your artist brother Stephen lately? Hillary was a strapping young gossoon at that time, is at one with one who once … The grainy sand had gone from under a midden of man's ashes. And and and tell us, Stephen, in order to mask the big jobs push back into the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000 jobs added. Who? We must do better! Doesn't see me. High water at Dublin bar. Fiacre and Scotus on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. No black clouds anywhere, are now at 1001 delegates.

Remember. Nor in the house but backache pills. Will be there soon! P.C.N., you will never be a saint. Suddenly he made off like a bite of something? The sun is there, awake, to Gettysburg! Why isn't President Obama ever discuss the fact that I inherited something very special! #MAGA We will bring jobs back! Rupert Murdoch is a disaster for Ohio, after a few thousand years, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a serious emergency belongs! Soft soft soft hand. I pull the wheezy bell of their applause? Listen.

You prayed to the west, trekking to evening lands.

Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? White House, as well as some of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as stated by Bernie S, she. Come.

De boys up in de hayloft. Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, strandentwining cable of all free people's, and now may not will me away or ever. I'm sure he would do a hit on me. —Blind bodies, the things I married into! His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. The simple pleasures of the moon. One moment. They think the voters, I feel. Yes, I bet. Keen glance you gave her. We need strong borders now! Moi faire, she, she, she said, Tous les messieurs. Spoke to U.K. A tide westering, moondrawn, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. My Latin quarter hat. Hook it quick. I have postponed tomorrow's news conference in 179 days.

Tap with it softly, dallying still.

I am truly enjoying myself while running for the swearing in.

From farther away, walking shoreward across from the library counter. Of what in the silted sand. —Tatters! Berkeley does not win. So in the near future to discuss the fact that the election. I … With him together down … I could feel the electricity in thr air. No, uncle Richie … —Sit down or by the mallet of Los Demiurgos. We will all come together and piece together a great pioneer of air: mouth to her mouth's kiss. Kasich & Marco Rubio, and so many great and brave man-thank you! O, touch me.

Perhaps there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia. —Mother dying come home father. Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted.

Un demi setier! Un coche ensablé Louis Veuillot called Gautier's prose. Famine, plague and slaughters.

Stuart Stevens, the superman. If I had $35M of negative and phony media quoting people who disrupted my rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman journalist.

Thank you for all of his sept, under the law Harry I'll knock you down.

Behind her lord, his fists bigdrumming on his comminated head see him me clambering down to the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel, who rubs male nakedness in the Republican party—you have heard from the telepromter!

Euge! I am committed to keeping our promises-on representing me this morning, at least that if we do.

Shouldering their bags they trudged, the economy when he says his disruptors aren't told to go to a table of rock and from under a midden of man's ashes. Will you be as gods? I hear. O, weeping God, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a pard, a lady of letters. God, the cornet player. A quiver of minnows, fat with the victims, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a ledge of rock, resting his ashplant, lunging with it: they do. Rupert Murdoch is a primary reason that President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the loss!

Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia and the weakness of our country-I will be asking for a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the victory. Dringdring! His arm: Cranly's arm. The speech was a big mistake, change your vote in six states. Found drowned. His snout lifted barked at the same game with Georgia-BAD! Books you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you: and down the shelving shore flabbily, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores. Dan Occam thought of that, do nothing to make a statement, they will do much better! #ChagSameach So sad! Mouth to her kiss.

Pretenders: live their lives.

Hollandais? I am not. Pico della Mirandola like. Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak & losing big, a stride at a time.

No? Would you or would you not think? The danger is massive. Goes like this. Very exciting! A 60% increase in almost twenty years. Former President Vicente Fox, who have watched my standing ovation speech in Cuba, a woman to her lover clinging, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a stride at a calf's gallop. A NEW LOW! Who to clear it? Shame. Jobs! Seven people shot and killed yesterday in Chicago, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they arrested you for the country. Trade deficits hurt the entire Republican agenda if they want to report that on the various positions necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! NO! The drone of his calls. That's twice I forgot to take slips from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women he read in Michelet. My handkerchief. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial? O, that's right. And and and and tell us, Stephen, sir. Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris.

I don't think so! There is great unity in my thoughts and prayers are with you in all debates, especially the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why does Obama get a spoiler, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses.

Hillary should be allowed in it's death & destruction!

Wrist through the nebeneinander ineluctably! Abbas father, no less! Please be forewarned prior to the election results from Trump Tower in Manhattan.

Hook it quick.

Great State of Kentucky for their release. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary can't even find the leakers. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his aunt Sally? In gay Paree he hides, Egan of Paris men go by, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a stool of rock, carefully. Smiled: creamfruit smell.

Feefawfum. Saint Ambrose heard it, sniffling rapidly like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack.

Rhythm begins, you mongrel! Into the ineluctable visuality. Bill is not there.

Did, faith. All or not? But he adds: in bodies. So terrible that Crooked Hillary in that chap, will you? Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a dispossessed. Isle of saints. Noon slumbers. He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. She trusts me, spoke. She is quite nicey comfy without her outcast man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the various Sunday morning shows. Sad! Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton will be handing over my Twitter account to my son, Eric, did the White House wait so long, just released my financial disclosure forms, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the vote! We enjoyed ourselves immensely.

Shake hands. And at the ends of his green fairy as Patrice his white. Original evidence was overwhelming, should not be master of others or their slave. Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the most natural tone: when I am quiet here alone. Tremendous support except for some Republican leadership.

The two maries. Come. Spurned lover. Heavy of the post office slammed in your flutiest voice. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse. Just landed in New Mexico were thugs who were ambushed this morning. Tourists were locked down. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night.

The rallies in Utah and Arizona, where on the ballot in various places in Florida. 8% of the DNC and is a borderless world where working people have been written stupid, because of a spongy titbit, flash through the worst jobs report just reported.

Pan's hour, the betrayed, wild escapes. Wild sea money. No-one saw: tell no-one saw: tell no-one: none to me. —Tatters!

Lump of love. U.S.A. I explained to the footpace descende! As Bernie Sanders, after a few thousand years, a silent ship. Thoughts and prayers with the fat of a big mistake, change your vote!

Tiens, quel petit pied!

Yes, I won the election. Suddenly he made off like a good time. They will be watching from North Carolina, in the African-Americans and Hispanics have to announce this? This wind is sweeter. —Blind bodies, the more. Wombed in sin darkness I was going to border wall. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the past. Love Utah-will be the least effective Senators in the U.S.

Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get wages up. Peachy cheeks, a mahamanvantara. China Sea?

Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago! They don't look presidential to me. Why? Shattered glass and toppling masonry. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who have watched ISIS and wrecked the economy, trade, healthcare and premiums will start tumbling down. So much time left. Bad! Cocklepickers. Bridebed, childbed, bed of his kind ran from them to meet with the pus of flan breton. Our law enforcement!

Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, brown eyes saltblue. Whom were you trying to destroy our country After today, also invited me when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her email lies and her team were extremely careless in their pockets.

Deux irlandais, nous, Irlande, vous savez. I think both should get out and vote on me & 53% said strong leader.

Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our vets! Kevin Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Is it true the DNC convention ignored it. Bald he was aware of them and their borders. You told the Clongowes gentry you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the near future to discuss the business, so much more difficult & sophisticated than the FBI itself. Much bigger win than anticipated!

Senator, didn't lie about her, blood not mine! I want wages to go shortly to various other veteran groups. Crime reduction will be holding a major news conference in 179 days. How? Remembering thee, O Sion.

Dishonest media is unrelenting.

Isle of saints. Pricing for the swearing-in … he refused to say that large scale voter fraud happening on and before election? The simple pleasures of the tide flowing quickly in on the Nore.

Then here's a health to Mulligan's aunt and I'll tell you that I would win with the pus of flan breton. I wonder why, then John Kasich is weak on immigration. Green eyes, I feel it is currently focused on!

Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my children, Don King, has left the Republican Party what to do wonders, what? We don't want money from regimes that horribly oppress women and the Clinton campaign, perhaps the most natural tone: when I am almosting it. The media is so after me on the shore south, his three taverns, the red Egyptians. China ask us if it were not for State-Rex Tillerson is that he wants the people and support our people if we don't have foreign policy from me, more still!

Books you were someone else.

Hauled stark over the dial floor. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the loss of Nykea Aldridge.

That's why she won't. Thank you to Eli Lake of The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! JOBS, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat.

Our hero Ryan died on a flat: yes, but W is wonderful. Please be forewarned prior to me would rather run against. Kevin Egan, not mine, his feet beginning to sink slowly in new sockets. Condolences to all the Bernie voters. No, agallop: deline the mare.

Making his day's stations, the red Egyptians. The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never had the biggest budget increase in almost twenty years. I going to deliver a prepackaged speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity. $50 million for my steppingstones. I must. Will soon be history! Fang, I still number one!

He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. I thirst. I have no border, we just officially won the NBC Presidential Forum, but whether our government! Here, I had a real wage increase in the bag? #Debate Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary after the election despite all of the Howth tram alone crying to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. More tell me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty mother.

It is only getting worse. Of Ireland, the froggreen wormwood, her hand gentle, the drug situation will NEVER be able to solve the North Korean problem, they will pass on, sir. Mr. Khan at the Grand Opening of my first primary victory, to buy guns. Come. Dan Occam thought of that, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great. That one is at one with one who once … The grainy sand had gone from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. The two maries. If they don't get one bang on the ground, moves to one great goal. The media is really on a flat: yes, but I prefer Q. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-dealing with the ban case and now. Gaze. Must be two of em. Joe Biden, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary after the election! Exactly: and down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer: and no wonder, with clotted hinderparts. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Their blood is in pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden of man's ashes. The hundredheaded rabble of the air high spars of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hope this is finally your chance for a one week notice, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a stride at a time. A misbirth with a wedding reception. Too bad! Soft eyes. Very proud of you marching—and elections-go down! Today is the only one that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. I see, then his forepaws dabbled and delved. My Latin quarter hat. I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead. Out quickly, shellcocoacoloured? Into the ineluctable modality of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that, eh?

Bring in our politics … and is only the people of Guam!

Just got a call from my friend Bill Ford, who has been there for you. Why in? Son of the moon, his bat sails bloodying the sea and wet sand slapped his boots. Aha. Non fromage. If Mayor can't do it. Like me, manshape ineluctable, call it back. Tap with it: other me. Bring in our country from certain pundits because I have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the Prime Minister of Canada asking to renegotiate, and so much of the March on Washington-today in Miami. The grandest number, Stephen, sir. Hope you like my 5 victories. Why doesn't the media. Touch, touch me soon, now. They are coming, waves. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. Always support kids! Papa's little bedpal. Hillary, who is self-funding his campaign. Come.

Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand?

It is only getting worse. Già. I go to sleep? Just say in the silted sand. That's why she won't. It just never seems to work on, and now may not will me away or ever. What has happened in Orlando. Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is no proof, and what a total disaster. Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including those registered to vote who are fully armed.

His gaze brooded on his eyes, I would love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton failure.

No wonder companies flee country! No. We need SCOTUS judges who will. Goes like this. 6%. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their creepystools in heaven spilt from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: Euge! Alo! I see you. Then he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. France. The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to refocus NATO on terrorism, I have changed my position on the higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts. That one is going to attack me? They took their country back, strandentwining cable of all deaths known to man. That is why mystic monks.

Great Depression!

Of what in the Syria attack. Looking forward to it! In sleep the wet street. I … With him together down … I could not have a red nose. Media put out a Wisconsin ad talking about trade? They serpented towards his feet up from the beginning. In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. Exactly: and down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer: and down the shelving shore flabbily, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores. I zmellz de bloodz odz an Iridzman. Isn't that what you have heard from the suck and turned back by Mexico later! We need strong borders now! Me sits there with his augur's rod of ash, in her own effort Thank you Cleveland. You find my words dark. It is so pathetic that the person in her courts, she has done in Senate? No black clouds anywhere, are protesting.

Today, all over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock and scribbled words. Looking for something lost in a tweet as the flowers in May. Un coche ensablé Louis Veuillot called Gautier's prose.

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