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imperiuswrecked · 4 months

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I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

#palestine #tw: genocide #i will not forget

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felucians · 2 months

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*pretends to be shocked that the PR textbook of discredit the most oppressed victim to discredit all the victims is in fact working on twitter dot com's fanbase of mcyt in real time*

#this could literally have came out of a sociology textbook or one of those PR influencer courses people pay several thousand for #this is literally a well documented PR tactic to discredit victims of abuse #'all their friends hate me' ... because you abused them? would you be friends with someone who abused one of your mates??#'they said they were over 21' 'they had an over 21 wristband on' as a 20 something YOU KNOW when someone is fresh out of high school.#you can legitimately tell from how they act and talk if they haven't even went to college yet!!! You do know after more than an hour!!!!#'they were both as bad as each other' reactionary abuse is not the same as abuse #and the amount of men who claim their victims abuse them is very well documented and a HIGHER percentage than women who lie on abuse.#statistically speaking ^^#when are y'all gonna stop riding for abusive/racist men because you liked their content :/#i'm literally begging everyone to think very critically about everyone involved within these allegations - the age gaps - the friend groups #past controversies/cancellings for everyone they associate with - it is all important to gather the clearest picture possible #because we do not know these men!!! we know their public personas!!!!#parasocial relationships

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realmanali · 1 year

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highways-are-liminal-spaces · 8 months

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a brief list of my favorite people i saw at the local bigfoot convention:

-a bunch of surly older men who were apparently VIPs on the Alaska Bigfoot Cruise and therefore demanded their own seating section

-a 60something year old woman in a sparkly shirt with a thick north carolina accent who described bigfoot as a man with fabio hair and sounded very much like she wanted to fuck him

-a shy little girl who was very brave telling the whole room how she’d seen a huge bigfoot footprint in the snow

-two older women gossiping in the back, one of whom said very emphatically “well you know the government, they wouldn’t even call a snow bunting a snow bunting if it meant more money for washington!”

-my friend ryan (hi ryan!)

-a man with a bigfoot tattoo on his forearm who said the idea had come to him in a dream in the woods and he thinks the dream was planted by bigfoot

-a teenage girl in a t-shirt that had chibi nate mac and cale makar hugging and a wristband that said ‘i want to believe’.

-david paulides and jeffrey meldrum sitting on opposite sides of the panel with their arms folded, insisting through gritted teeth that they really liked and respected one another

-a man from utah whose two biggest problems with mitt romney were that he was rich and out of touch and that he would never disclose any of the bigfoot documentation that “you just KNOW he has”

-the local trapper sitting next to me who kept nodding and muttering stuff like “oh yeah, squatches’ll do that” whenever anyone told a story about an encounter

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desperate-fucktoyy · 3 months

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Would you ever have sex with a stranger on the beach?

So I have this free use fantasy. It’s an adults only beach, and if you want to be a free use slut for the beach you can grab a green wristband at the entrance and put it on.

I’d obviously grab one, entering the beach wearing my tiniest bikini.

For a while nothing happens, and I’m just lying down on my stomach on a beach towel, my ass on display. Suddenly I feel someone push my legs apart, pull my bikini to the side, spread my cheeks and just push their big cock into my pussy. They’d just start to pound into me from behind, my pussy just taking the unexpected thrusts from a strangers cock. They’d spank my ass and pull me up on all fours, groping my body while fucking me, pulling my bikini top off and groping my tits as I’d start mindlessly throwing my ass back. And then they’d shoot their cum inside me and leave, and by the time I turn around to look they’re already gone, and I have a strangers cum dripping out of my exposed cunt.

Pretty soon other people take notice, and I start getting used in all my holes and passed around like a pathetic free use fucktoy, getting used by men and women 💕

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duhragonball · 7 months

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What do you think of the Saiyan's overall redesign in the DBS Broly Movie? Personally, I didn't like how they really stuck to that, "All Saiyans have black hair," thing. I thought the original King Vegeta and Saiyans surrounding him looked more interesting in DBZ. They even had a blonde guy when KV blew up those planets lmao (if only they knew)

I know the guy your talking about. He's from the flashback montage right before Vegeta dies.

Of course, his pal over there is rocking an SSJ4 Gingergeta look too, so this shot is pretty wild for a bunch of reasons. And then King Vegeta raises his hand and blows up three planets, including the one they're standing on, so I don't know what to make of that.

Anyway, as far as the hair color goes, the black-hair-only rule came from the scene where Vegeta disputes Trunks' claim to be a Saiyan, so the rule didn't exist back when DBZ Episode 86 was made. We can still interpret this in a few ways.

Vegeta was just stone cold wrong. I say this a lot, but it bears repeating: Most of what we know about Saiyans comes from Vegeta, but he's not an infallible source. There's bound to be things he doesn't know or couldn't know, and he probably still clings to a lot of propaganda fed to him in his youth.

The flashbacks aren't meant to be taken literally, and this could just be a coloring error in an otherwise consistent portrayal of the Saiyans.

The blonde guy could be a half-Saiyan like Trunks.

The blonde guy just likes to bleache his hair.

He's got some kind of medical condition that discolors his hair

Nonetheless, once Toriyama laid down the black hair rule, it appears to have been followed pretty closely, except...

Nion, one of the scientists in the nursery in DBS: Broly, has dark blue hair. Maybe indigo? You get the idea. I don't think this is a trick of the light, either, since King Vegeta's in this scene, and his hair looks black. Nion clearly has a different hair color.

At first, I wondered if this meant she wasn't a Saiyan. Nion doesn't appear to have a tail either, and her uniform is too form-fitting for her to stuff it inside her clothes like her robed co-workers. But by all accounts, she seems to be a Saiyan character, and it makes sense. She speaks rather hopefully of Broly possibly becoming the next Super Saiyan, and one of Frieza's bootlicks wouldn't be nearly so enthusiastic when speaking of such a thing.

So what's up with Nion? Well, it's probably the same story as that blonde guy from DBZ 86. She colors her hair, or she's got some alien ancestry, or maybe there's more to Saiyans than Vegeta knew. My guess is that the movie was trying to show that there's a particular fashion among Saiyan scientists. The men in this scene all had very short, more "conventional haircuts". They also wore long choir robes. Nion has a different look, but there's like nine other women in the nursery with the exact same style, suggesting that they all wear that look to signify their profession. So maybe the blue hair is part of that, or Nion picked it up while she was at space college or something.

So from a hair standpoint, I think they just kind of ended up back where they started. Pure-blooded Saiyans may all start with black hair, and most of them stay that way, but a few Saiyans seem to develop an interest in coloring their hair for cosmetic reasons.

No, the main change I noticed from the Broly movie was that most of the Saiyan uniforms we saw were black and/or blue, which is kind of a shame, because I liked the various colors used in DBZ. Bardock had his green and black armor, Fasha/Seripa had pink, Towa had Carolina Tarheel blue, and so on. The movie also did Paragus dirty, because Paragus looked like the fuckin' man in Movie 8, and his DBS looks were all a downgrade.

At least Gine got pink wristbands and sort of a dark teal outfit. That might be closer to green, but I can't tell. Anyway, I get it, they're uniforms. The whole point is that everyone looks the same. Still, I liked the idea that someone could requisition a hot pink and lime green armor and it was totally cool.

Ultimately, flashback scenes like these don't carry that much weight, since they're always susceptible to another retcon. One of these years, they'll do some "Andor"-style series about the Saiyan/Tuffle War, and we'll see a whole other depiction of Saiyans that will turn all of this on its ear, and I'll probably be coming up with some other rationale to make it all fit together.

Mostly, I'm just glad we got a peek into Saiyan culture beyond the front-line warriors in the DBZ flashbacks. Nion and her colleagues raise more questions than answers, but I'm still grateful for the questions. I think fans have postulated characters like Beetz and Gine for a long time, and the movie confirms that there was definitely more to Saiyan society than fighting.

#ask duhragonball #saiyans #gine #nion #bardock #vegeta #king vegeta #nappa

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caralara · 2 months

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has something happened, Cara? did i miss something? sofia stunt as in sofia the scandinavian girl everybody forgot about? is she back? what has asia to do with that stunt? totally agree that louis' career would only benefit if there were some women in his team but i'm really confused about what exactly you're talking about now. have a lovely weekend!

Hi!

Oh my comment was set off by the AFHF announcement, and the subsequent detective rabbithole everyone went down trying to figure out where it will be this year, and loads of people saying Mexico bc of the cacti in the picture plus that Mexican promoter account tweeting and deleting AFHF recently. I got riled up about how badly they failed last year for AFHF, how we could tell right from when they announced it (quite late) to then being there and seeing how they only sold 2/3 of tickets and not even everyone showed up. They had to cut back massively on staff (one of the reasons why entry was handled so badly and why they didn’t have enough staff to hand out the wristbands), and how they absolutely need to have a (financial) success with this year‘s AFHF in order to not have the whole festival get jeopardised and maybe cancelled. And that led to me talking about the root problem of the team being just men, and then listing examples of their recent fuck ups that very likely wouldn’t have happened that way if they had a woman on their team they‘d listen to once in a while, like for example the Sofia stunt. I guarantee you that no man on that team even thought about the fact that in 2023, with a majorly queer, feminist female fanbase that huge age gap could be problematic for Louis‘ image with his fans, because men in general don’t think about much younger women being with older men as problematic at all. They dropped her like hot iron *after* the backlash from all sides. Then they didn’t handle communication well when they cancelled Asia at all. Like. At all.

For AFHF, I understand that Mexican fans are super passionate but I already gotten many messages by latam fans saying even though living in Mexico City they wouldn’t be able to afford it. I don’t think it’ll be in Mexico, they really need to be in the black numbers for this year‘s AFHF, so they need it to be accessible to fans with strong financial powers. Europe has the majority of louis‘ fandom with strong financial power, and logistically it would be crazy to fly back and forth about 16-18 hours between European festivals for AFHF, if he could do it in Europe again.

If he keeps it in a similar time frame (august) as the past (although he’s already had the first announcement two months earlier than usually), there’s only the last July or last August weekend (going into September) available.

A friend actually sent me the Ponte de Segura bridge that looks a lot like the viaduct used in the picture, and it’s right at the border of Portugal to Spain. End of July he’s got two festivals in Portugal and Spain, and he could easily oversee the set up during the week between those two.

There’s also huge festival grounds 20 minutes from that bridge, that usually hosts the BOOM festival, but only every other year - meaning that July weekend is free for 2024 and the infrastructure for the festival has been well established (since 1997) with shuttles, vendors, camp sites, stage infrastructures… it looks really great.

The thing that still got me entertaining Mexico as a possibility is the cacti that have been edited in, that mostly only grow in South America, and the Mexican promoter.

Anyways, tell me louis wouldn’t go for this?? The shore, the lake, the rocks, the surroundings, the heat??

Anyways the real clowning begins if you imagine louis launches AFHF to be TWO days by having Niall headline the first day… that would certainly draw the necessary crowds and they’re already doing a bit of the festival run together this summer 🤡🤪

#anon #afhf 2024 #let me clown

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shouta-edits · 5 months

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"Can I request some punk, plus sized (women's 2XL) fashion ideas based on Jinx from League of Legends/Arcane? Particularly tops/jackets, bracelets/wristbands, and/or collars if possible. No worries if you can't do this tho!" -anon requested

#fashion kit #punk fashion #jinx

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keeksybee · 5 months

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Spock’s Brain Theory:

I’m watching the first ep of season of three and the crew have run into a society of women partially controlled by Spock’s mind, setting aside for what that potentially says about his relationship with his Mother or his sexual politics, my favourite part of this episode is that the main female antagonist has a wristband that produces extreme amounts of pain stemming from belts around the main crew’s waist, as a method of control, particularly in the abdominal region.

Which leads me to believe that the ‘unbearable pain’ McCoy, Kirk and Scotty talk about are actually just really mild period cramps, and being men who’ve never the distinct joy of feeling like they’re being stabbed repeatedly in the stomach with a blunt needle, they’re all having a right bitch fest. Being fair to them they aren’t used to it, but come on lads, if millions of women go through it every month you can bear it for a few moments.

I haven’t stopped laughing about this since.

#star trek #periods #funny #fan theory #jim kirk #spock #Spock’s mind #period cramps

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2lim3rz · 1 year

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BLANK SLATE BEGINNINGS (40K FIC THING) (OC X HORUS LUPERCAL)

Tomfoolery in the dms happened so have a Sibley x Horus fic because I yearn for big men and small women

There were no words at the time to describe whatever Sibley was. No words except the most scandalous type; cursed.

Given that religion and beliefs of the sort were more or less outlawed, it was the worst sort of insult.

But Sibley was used to it. She was by no conventional means beautiful, perhaps she had a possibility, but it had long passed. Her face and most of her body was torn asunder with poorly healed burns, her nose was bent from an equally daunting gouge in the middle, and several smaller scars speckled her body like gruesome freckles. Her eyes weren't even similar; one brown and one green. The only thing she bothered with was the bleached stripe of blonde hair in her otherwise half-shaved head.

So it was by raw miracle surely, that she ended up serving as one of the many untold underlings in the gilded halls of the Emperor himself. She never was going to question how she had ever gotten there. Never. Her focus was better placed upon her job. Better placed upon ignoring how people refused to work near her.

She was used to the treatment. For as long as she remembered, none enjoyed her presence. From where she knelt at an open floor panel, she stroked the oddly smooth texture of her quartered face. Smearing some oil from the coolant lines upon it. An absent habit of a absent mind.

Sighing, Sibley replaced her screwdriver and lifted a wrench. She needed to get this done. While it wasn't the most well-travelled of halls, it was certainly enough to warrant some form of rush. If only to avoid the terrifying golden soldiers.

Of course, given Sibley's track record of any form of luck.. her work was interrupted by footsteps. Heavy enough she assumed at first that it was one of the Custodians but.. somehow it wasn't. It didn't have the same drumming rhythm that their great marching steps had. It was measured yet still sith enough of a pause to have her do a doubletake over her shoulder.

It was a massive man treading down the halls. Upon him was a long ornate billowing crimson cloak belted to him with a massive orange eye that seemed ever staring. Under that was a shirt of chainmail softly jingling with each gargantuan step. His belt was the whitest color she had ever seen, corners gilded in gold with another one of those massive eyes. At his side was a sword that no human thing but him could wield, his right hand encased in a white and gold gauntlet. The left bore a simple wristband.

Another jingling noise alerted her to a series of coins upon his belt, he was too far for her to see what was upon them. Yet part of her thought the.. almost loincloth-esque structuring of leather looked absurd with the puffed out dark grey pants and the furred boots. Not that.. she judged it too much. Even if she self-consciously pulled her own sleeves down and hiked the collar of her uniform up.

She forced herself to look away. To bury herself in her work and away from the impressive man. Perhaps feeling it a touch odd that she didn't feel the rumored effects some of the more out-there workers whispered about when dealing with the massive men. Other than it was uncanny how well.. big they were.. and until this moment she hadn't realized how handsome. Even if it was a brief glimpse-

"Pardon me, I nearly stepped on you there." A warm yet deep and sonorous voice spoke. A shiver rushed down her spine just as much as confusion made her tremble. Why was he speaking to her? No one spoke to her unless they were forced to. Even before her scars it had been like that. So when she looked up to see a kindly (if not overly handsome) face, she couldn't figure out if she was blushing or paling.

"Gh- It's fine." Her voice was more tense, more rude than what she meant it to be. Yet it was unheard of for apologies to be directed to her. She felt as if she wanted to knock herself over with the wrench in her hand. She was more than certainty blushing now. Staring up at his face like she was. Seeing their true differences. A jaw lightly coated in dark stubble cracked into a grin. It was hard to decide if she wanted to look away or stare into those dark eyes of his. Was his head really as smooth as it looked from down where she was?

"If I didn't know any better, I'd have assumed you weren't good around people." His voice, smooth as gold, was a shattering force to her bewildered mind. Forcing herself to look away, she floundered for a moment at her predicament. She was being disrespectful. She should be in trouble. Not.. having someone speak to her so casually. It was horribly uncanny having someone speak to her as one spoke to a friend.

"'M not." She whispered grumpily to herself. Whipping her head upwards again as he chuckled. How did he hear her?!

"Is that why you're working in this hall?" He mused. That gentle smile still upon his face. It left her more.. just more conflicted. He was certainly shattering a personal record of people willing to be around her asides from whatever thing decided to make sure she lived childhood. Gripping the wrench tightly in one hand, Sibley gave a vague sweeping gesture of her hand.

"...No one likes working this hall. Floor panels get stuck. Not enough malfunctions or priority to justify two man teams." No one appreciated working alone most times. Not in such grandiose halls. Not where one mistake would have the techies breathing on your neck faster than you could say 'frag off'. Not only did you have to work fast, you had to be meticulous.

"Ah, I see. So you are using your job to hide from everyone else?" The man tilted his head down at her before abruptly kneeling down. Bending over to look into the large open panel "You should possibly tighten that bolt on the secondary."

Sibley sputtered for a moment. Suddenly uncomfortable by the proximity of the man. People only got that close when they were crammed in a small room. Her eyebrow twitched as she gawked before huffing and doing as he suggested. Surprisingly, it was actually loose. And it prevented a later malfunction to occur.

"I could say the same about you, you know." Hesitantly, she spoke up. Not daring to eye the man in fear of repercussion. Wincing at the chuckle he gave to her remark. She expected punishment.. not.. this. "How did you have me figured out?" The question was unexpected as she looked up at him once more. Staring up at him even though he had bowed so low. Completely engulfing her entire view.

"..No reasonable person in rich clothes like that walks in the deeper halls. N-Not that they're not allowed to! They just.. don't." she found herself awkwardly sputtering towards the end. Shifting the wrench closer to her so she could hold it in both hands with a frown. Watching the curious expression on the man's face as he hummed low.

"So I've been caught red handed. You're not going to turn me in, are you?" the question confused her as he told it in a lively way. Was he serious? Was this a joke? "..No?" The curious sparkle in his eyes never went away as he rested one arm upon his raised knee. "Don't you know who I am?" the question was out of the blue. Of course she didn't. If she watched the charts for who was entering and who was leaving, she'd be out of work for hours. Never mind wasting precious sleeping (sewing her several-times-mended clothing) time to watch the news. Slowly shrugging, Sibley despised the feeling of being in a spotlight. She just wanted the handsome man to go along on his merry way and so she can waste the rest of her day like usual.

Though those thoughts paused at the genuine surprise that appeared on his face. Tilting his head back in laughter and shaking it. His shoulders trembling before he resumed grinning down at her. "You have to be pulling my leg. You work in the Emperor's castle and yet don't know me?" The incredulous tone made Sibley's skin tingle all over as she stuck out her lips in a pout. Glaring at him with no heart in it as embarrassment chewed at her. Last thing she needed was an uppity noble laughing at her.

"No. Too busy to. I need to get back to work before I get in trouble anyways." Sibley gritted out. She should have known she'd get mocked in the end. If it wasn't from being avoided like she was some plague-pest, it'd be insults because of her face or the subtle (or more than) limp she'd gain on bad days.

"My apologies," she stopped moving at those words as she was stunned to silence "It's just that lately I haven't encountered anyone else on Terra that didn't know me." How was she meant to respond to that? Relaxing the death-grip she had. Sibley realized how tense she was until that moment. Having enough will to resist raising the wrench in the name of self defense as the man extended a hand.

Looking from hand to oddly friendly face; blinking slowly as she did. She waited another awkward moment as he spoke. "Then let me introduce myself, ma'am. I am Horus Lupercal, Lord of the Luna Wolves." vaguely some of it rang a bell in her mind. Though she still stared at his hand.. Ever so reluctantly letting go of the wrench to shake his. Still somehow surprised that he was warmer than the average human was or that his callused hand wrapped hers with complete gentleness. "Sibley.. of nothing." She threw the flair in perhaps a little dramatically. Even if the man.. even if Horus's kindly face shifted the handshake to hold her hand by the fingers. Raising it (and lowering himself further) to lightly brush his lips across her skin. Briefly her thoughts ruefully drifted to horror that he'd even bring himself closer to her ruined flesh.

"It was fun to meet you, Sibley; Lady of the floor panels. I unfortunately have to return to my duties." Horus's voice was lower. Grinning mischievously with a wink and letting go; with clear reluctance, stood. Leaving her to stare in bewilderment and with a hot blush on her face. "..Uh.. I too. I mean- You too!" Why did this Horus fluster her so much? Was it the fact that he was the first man to show just the barest of friendliness to her?

Her wonderings stopped as Horus walked away and looked over his shoulder a final time. "I hope you meet you again. That one wire is about to come loose as well." he called back. Sibley looked down, checked, and noticed he was right again.

Belatedly, she realized he never recoiled from touching her. Nor did he seem to get grumpy at her for any reason. Resuming her work with a sigh, Sibley begrudgingly thought of how she shouldn't had cowed herself so much into distrust.. even if the scars upon her itched and her legs ached. No, perhaps distrust was more of her safety net. After all, it was slim to none that she'd ever encounter him again.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #horus lupercal #OC #sibley 40k #2lim3rz writes #horus lupercal x sibley #psychic blank

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asylumwise · 7 months

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And suddenly there were two. Only Friends fanfics written by me, I mean.

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"What color of wristband can I get you?” Plug gestured to the different boxes. “If you’re single and open to flirting, there’s green for all genders, white for men and blue for women. Or if you’re single, but not…”

“A red one, please.”

Boston & Nick join their friends at Y.O.L.O. for Bonfire Night. They may or may not yet have told their friends about their updated relationship status.

#only friends #only friends fanfiction #only friends fanfic #only friends the series #thai bl drama #asian bl drama #thai bl #bl drama #ofts fanfic #oa3 #nickboston #raysand #topmew #aprilnamcheuam #nick ofts #boston ofts

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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I think for both Sunday themes a scenario where WD Stucky and their omega go to local (or not) festival is perfect. They are enjoying different snacks, amusements, maybe there is a concert. And while doing all of these things they're flirting with each other (maybe make out a bit :o) because they are in love 🥰

“Bucky promised he wouldn’t spend an exorbitant amount of money today,” Steve whistled as he slapped a twenty down on the counter for the attendant, his eyes zeroing in on the spotted owl hanging off the wall, “but dammit if I don’t want to win it.”

“Steve, its fine.” You turned your head and scoured the crowd for Bucky who had slipped off to another game or another vender.

“No its not fine.” He grabbed the baseballs that were handed to him, throwing one in the air and catching it perfectly. “I’m getting that damned owl.”

Steve curled his fingers around the ball and pulled his arm back, aiming squarely as he spied the pins needing to be knocked over. As he had thrown the ball and it hit the pin, knocking it over, Steve had grabbed another ball and took the same kind of shot until everything was knocked down and the bell at the top of the stand had begun ringing.

“You did it!” You squealed and wrapped your arms around his, celebrating with Steve as the owl he had pointed to was grabbed and held out to him to take.

Steve swiped the owl down and gently handed it to you before he grasped his change and shoved it in his front right pocket.

“It’s cute, do you want it back?” Your attempt to try handing it back was mute when Steve shook his head and pushed it back into your arms.

“For you, omega bean.” Steve smiled and leaned in to kiss your cheek, his hand reaching for yours. “By the time we leave here, you’ll have a whole zoo.”

“A whole zoo? Steve I just need one.” You squeezed the owl and his hand simultaneously, the two of you standing amongst the crowd, waiting for Bucky to find you. “You and Bucky already bought wristbands and food, we went on rides, you won me this owl.”

“Are you having fun, love?” Steve slipped his hand from yours to the curve of your ass, squeezing lightly.

“This had been the best date I’ve been on.” You turned your head and leaned into Steve, kissing him sweetly and seeping the affection by pressing your chest against his, hand clutching his shirt.

When Steve had pulled away, his attention had moved past you and his lips were quirked in a smile. He had kept his hand on you while you looked over your shoulder and spied Bucky coming trough the crowds with an armload full of stuffed animals, and an oversized, crazy hat on his head.

“Bucky! What did you do?” You questioned him and the army of stuffed animals in his grasp with amazement and wonder.

“Played a few games, got you an army.” Bucky had walked forward, a giant among men and women with stuffed animals stacked everywhere. “Is it enough, omega bean?”

“Enough? Bucky! They won’t fit in my dorm!” You giggled and leaned into Steve’s chest.

“That’s okay, you can visit them at our dorm.”

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andiessoccerblog · 11 months

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Women’s Soccer Globally: July 2, 2023

Around the world, women's soccer is in flux. There have been an incredible number of advancements in the last four years, but the increased media coverage has revealed a myriad of shortcomings as well. To be fair to the sport, I want to mention both here.

Norway and New Zealand were the only countries with equal pay between men and women in the 2019 World Cup; since then England, Brazil, Australia, and the USA have ratified similar policies. In Europe especially, women’s soccer is drawing sold-out, record breaking crowds. The women’s 2022 UEFA final drew 87,000 fans to Wembley Stadium in London, breaking the record for women’s AND men’s European championship game attendance. As much as western Europe remains a steady powerhouse of women’s soccer, other continents are starting to embrace women’s soccer as well. Morocco qualified for their first World Cup after unveiling a plan in 2020 to make the country a contender in the African Soccer Confederation, and proving that countries who commit resources to their women’s teams can and will see success.

However, equal pay in some countries definitely doesn’t mean equality is the priority in others. France, Canada, and Spain, all exceptionally well-funded and top-ranked teams, faced player strikes in early 2023 due to poor treatment of players by coaches and federations. In preparation for this world cup, Jamaica’s women’s national team has created a GoFundMe page just to cover expenses.

Other aspects of women’s soccer have struggled to meet minimum standards as well. After FIFA hosted the 2022 Men’s World Cup in Qatar, a country where women aren’t treated equally to men, there was a little backlash. When FIFA tried to make Saudi Arabia Tourism a sponsor of the 2023 World Cup, there was a LOT of backlash, and FIFA eventually had to back off. In a similar vein of racist and sexist policy, 2022 saw the French Football Federation ban hijabs for soccer players at all levels as part of a law intended to keep religion out of public spaces.

FIFA confirmed recently that players will not be allowed to wear rainbow armbands in support of LGBTQIA+ equality. The federation has approved 8 possible wristbands that support various causes, but none that explicitly support LGBTQIA people. In a sport that includes more lesbians than you can count and boasts the first transgender olympic gold-medal winner (Quinn, from team Canada), this is causing a massive controversy.

Despite the issues, FIFA maintains that they are making strides. In 2022 FIFA published the paper “Setting the Pace”, a report intended to benchmark the progress of women’s soccer globally. TV viewership, in-person attendance, and merchandise sales are up across the board. FIFA has also more than tripled the prize money available for the 2023 World Cup, although the men’s tournament was awarded four times as much. The president of FIFA has indicated that he would like to see an equal payout for the women as soon as 2027, but right now that is just an empty promise.

In the opener of this World Cup, ticket sales proved that FIFA grossly underestimated the popularity of tickets, and games sold out in the first 24 hours of ticket sales. In response, FIFA moved the opening Australian game to a bigger stadium and has released additional tickets, which have now sold out for the second time. Again and again, fans and athletes alike prove that all over the world, people like women’s soccer.

#woso #uswnt #wwc #women's world cup #fifa #world cup #womens soccer

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conaionaru · 2 years

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The Drowned girl

Burn the Witch

Synopsis: Rollo and Siggy talk. Bjorn’s men ruturn to Kattegat to witness a fight between a volva and the queen

Warnings: violence, shit parenting (Bjorn), child abandonment, language, canon divergence, murder, blood

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Siggy sat at the edge of the ship and watched the nearing shores of Frankia. Usually she would sit with Helga, but she had her hands full with her little orphan girl. Tanaruz was hostile and scared, no wonder there. And Siggy was in no mood to play babysitter.

Heavy boots hit the deck in front of her. Her eyes trailed from the wooden floors to the owner of the dirty shoes. "Rollo."

"We are nearing the shores of Frankia. I wished to talk to you one more time."

"I am in no mood to talk to traitors."

Rollo chuckled and sat down next to her. "You only wish to speak to me, cause I'm named after your dead lover. Is this your attempt to share a bond with me or repair the one you lost."

"Siggy is gone." Rollo sighed and looked down at the blonde. She looked so much like Ragnar and Rollo. Oh but the fury was all Porunn. "Floki and Helga did a good job raising you."

"I know." Siggy spat annoyed.

"But the Ragnar's and Lagertha's blood flows through your veins. It will bring hardships. Bastard born or not. Just... Don't let the jealousy and revenge win."

"Like you did?" Siggy mocked only to see the former viking nod. "I don't need advice from a traitor. Or a christian."

Rollo nodded and stood to leave but stopped again. "The wristband I gave you." Siggy looked down at the solid golden bangle and frowned. She forgot that he gave it to her. "Keep it. Women don't get armbands. Keep it close. It's your proof of battle."

"You stole it not me."

"I am not viking. You are. They can all be proud of you." The blonde stuck her tongue out to watch him go. Yet when he turned his back, she reveled in the praise. It was strange to get it from someone she heard so much bad of. In Floki's tales Rollo was the traitor that betrayed Ragnar. But Ragnar wasn't anything like he was in Floki's tales. So maybe there was more to Rollo than a betrayal. No matter how dire.

"I want to make you all an offer." Rollo called out to the people making everyone stare him down. "Anyone from our homelands who wants good, rich lands to farm can come and live in my kingdom. There will always be a part of Frankia which is a part of us."

"Us?" Floki grimaced at the Frankish lord. "You are no longer a part of "us," Rollo."

"But what is "us," Floki, is changing. Only you won't accept it." Floki chuckled at the riddiculous remark." And so I say the same to you." He looked at Bjorn. "And you, Hvitserk."

"Too much bad blood, Rollo." Bjorn spat not even looking at his uncle that he once loved so much.

"Once a betrayer, always a betrayer." Answered Hvitserk.

Rollo nodded and looked at Siggy, standing behind everyone like an outcast. "And what of you?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at the young Völva. "I am not a farmer, am I?"

"You could fight in an army. I could provide you with a nice place, men to fight alongside with. You would be treated with respect." Not like you are here. That's what he meant.

Bjorn looked at her from the corner of his eye. Waiting like everyone else. It sickened Siggy that he might care about her depiction. Fuck him. "I won't abandon the gods. I am a Völva. I pray to Odin and Eir. Not to your false God."

"Then pray to them."

He was growing desperate, but the smile never left his face. "There is a place in Frankia for you if you ever change your mind." With that Rollo said goodbye to Helga and left to reunite with his son. Siggy watched the interaction with bitterness.

He looked back one more time and looked at her. "She would have been proud if she stayed."

Bjorn scoffed and Siggy took that as a sign not to answer. Stayed. That meant it must have been her mother. The woman that left her to Aslaugs care and run off to find herself. No matter the bitterness it left behind. She understood the decision. She would have chosen the same if the choice laid between Bjorn or freedom.

"You could have left." Hvitserk whispered in her ear, yet Siggy ignored him.

"My place is here." She answered loudly so both Rollo and Bjorn could hear. "No matter what anyone might think." Siggy turned on her heel and walked to the other side of the boat to climb back up the mast.

When they returned to Kattegat, it looked different. Ditches and walls were being built. Apparently Lagertha was making a few changes. She watched Hvitserk wander off. But she had a mission to complete.

"If you kill her, my brothers, you'll have to kill me too."

"Maybe we should." Ivar spat back.

"Shut up." Ubbe ordered looking Bjorn up and down. "She killed our mother."

"I know. You want revenge. So would I. But more importantly, we have to avenge our father. That is why I came back. And that is what we are going to do."

Siggy chuckled and walked around the Ragnarsson. "All hail Queen Lagertha. The one that killed the witch."

Ivar glared Siggy down while Ubbe tried to stop her before she made a scene. Too late. "I see you have returned safely."

"You care. How touching." Siggy mocked looking the new queen up and down. "But you made the wrong choice. What you did will destroy all of us!"

"Aslaug paid for what she did."

Siggy laughed out out and wiped away a fake tear. "What? Fullfilling a prophecy? Giving Ragnar sons you could not? Better ones? Or any at all? Don't you need two for that? He was married. That's what everything is about isn't it? Jealousy. He lost interest and you..."

"That is enough!" Legartha ordered and glared Siggy down. "I understand that Aslaug raised you, but my revenge ended with her. So let there be peace."

"Too late, Lagertha." Ivar roared angrily.

"Aslaug was no witch!" Siggy only chuckled and spread her arms. "Me on the other hand."

Mad giggles spread through the hall. Lagertha's shieldmaidens stepped closer the their queen. Bjorn also took a stand next to his mother. The two stared Siggy down with hate in their eyes. How fitting.

"You are a Völva like Aslaug. Because you have the gift of sigh. Visions?" Lagertha boasted her new knowledge. The Ragnarssons stiffened and Floki moved to drag the angry blonde away.

"Yes. If that made her a witch, then so am I. Will you kill me to?"

"You are no witch."

"You sure, Legetha?" She pushed Floki off and run to Bjorn's side. She ripped his dagger from the holster and cut her palm. "I swear on Odin and his missing eye that until the sun goes up tomorrow, five of your shieldmaidens will drop dead!"

"Stop it!" Bjorn ordered only for Ubbe to stand in his way.

"If she is no witch then there is nothing to fear." Ivar mocked looking at Lagertha.

Siggy licked the blood off her palm and showed her bloody tongue to Lagertha. "Till the morrow." She turned on her heel and left the great hall. The air outside was thick and made her want to shout. She saved that part for when she returns home.

A chuckle escapes instead. Rollo said her mother would be proud if she stayed. It makes her wonder. What would mommy say now?

During the sacrifice. Siggy watched the flames of the torches rise. The dying mans words lost in the gasps of the crowd. The drops of blood hit her face. Yet none of them were as strong as the gasps of the shieldmaidens on the back of the crowd. Blood dripped from their eyes as they tried to make anyone notice. Thought the gaps of the people, Siggy looked back on them.

She gave them a wicked smile and put her palm up, the cut open for all to see. When the drops of blood her the side of her face, Siggy turned to look at Lagertha and smiled. "You chose wrong."

#vikings #history vikings #vikings siggy #Siggy #Siggy Bjornsdottir #Siggy lives

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creepycute-kitty-gf · 2 years

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Day 1411

Just realized that I hit a year and a half on injections today. The realization was actually triggered because I decided to do my shot at my computer desk instead of sitting on the couch. And I remembered sitting here crying my eyes out terrified of sticking the needle into my leg before going upstairs and begging my mom to help me. And she did that for, like, 5 months of shots because she's awesome like that. My tiddies have been getting FAT lately. Not, like, absolute mommy milker gazongas. But they're respectable b cups, approaching c cups. And they actually bounce a little bit when I walk, which is amazing. About a week ago, I was wearing this really adorable flannel nightgown that my friend gave me and I leaned forward to grab the soap to wash my hands and I looked in the mirror and saw some actual cleavage! And not like when I used to try and squish my tits together with my biceps to try and make myself feel better. Like, there was a solid pair of cute titties dangling there It was one of the biggest gender euphoria moments of my life. Better than when my hair first got long enough that people started addressing me as a girl when they saw me from behind. Better than wearing my first skirt. Better than when people started calling me a girl to my face when I wasn't even on hormones yet. Or when I went to see Black Panther and some old dude told me I was in the wrong place when I walked into the men's room. Better than getting my ears pierced. Better than finding my first pair of women's shoes at an actual store instead of going online and hoping for the best. Better than when my dad said "it's your life and you are who you are." Better than when my aunt broke down crying and hugged me and told me to never let anybody stop me from being myself. Better than when I got my first women's haircut. Better than my mom buying me my first sports bras and a pair of breast forms. Better than when I finally got good at doing my own eyeliner. Better than going to my first family event dressed fully as myself. Better than when I was out with one of my hot cis friends and some guy tried to flirt with me instead of her. He even put a song on the jukebox and did a little dance routine with his friend to try and get my attention. (I was wearing my dyke t-shirt, three pride wristbands, my double venus earrings, and a lesbian flag mask across my face. But it was really nice to feel desirable) Better than when lesbians started flirting with me in person. Better than when other girls started coming to me for hormone advice. Better than learning to braid my own hair. Better than going out in a dress and cute shoes and a bra that fit and looking adorable. My point is, it will get better. Even with the world burning around around me, I can look in the mirror and smile at the girl I see smiling back. I can dress however I want. I'm a girl. And I'm gay. And I'm adorable. And I am proud of who I am.

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