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vivalarevolution · 1 year

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𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽

Jake Sully x Metkayina Reader x Neytiri

A/N: Noticing how many people liked The Simple Intimacy of the Near Touch and seeing more and more asks about a continuation, I decided to make a second part.

I hope this story will get as much love and attention as the previous one and all of you will enjoy reading it.

Also remember that english is not a language that I use on a daily basis, mistakes may occur. The work contains parts with smut , minors do not interact.

Part 1

She felt so safe. Lying in her beloved's arms, she breathed calmly, rubbing the shells adorning Neytiri's wrist between her fingers. The woman lay on the other side of the man's chest, who held them both close to his body, but it didn't stop her from reaching her other mate.

Despite the relaxation adorning her beautiful face, Y/n was emotionally unbalanced inside, fighting thoughts she was sure she had gotten rid of hours ago.

-I have to go back - she whispered suddenly, looking down.

-You don't have to, my sweet girl - the woman said immediately, joining their hands together - You are our mate, you should stay with us.

-Even if I agree with Neytiri, I know that Y/n is right. We have to let her go - Jake remarked, stroking both women's backs - It's not the right time, not yet.

The girl got up slowly. Looking apologetically at the dark-haired na'vi, she rubbed her cheek as an act of comfort, kissing her sof lips goodbye.

-I'm sorry - she added softly in her direction, repeating what she had done with the man before she got up, leaving both of them alone.

Her steps were slow, almost arduous.

She was lost in the depths of her own mind, wondering why she was doing this to herself, why was she hurting herself instead of soothing her soul and confessing the truth? But with each such question, the brutal truth hit her.

Neytiri and Jake were outsiders, they weren't from here. One wrong decision could've make them disappear from her life, leaving an unbearable void behind.

She would rather suffer in silence than rip her heart out.

-You've been gone for a long time - she heard from her mother at the beginning, when her leg crossed the threshold of her house.

Y/n shifted her gaze to her, but quickly turned her head in the opposite direction, walking to the fabric basket, not even knowing why, but needing something to occupy her hands.

-I had to think - she said, her eyes focusing on one point - Had to be alone.

Ronal turned her blue irises on the eldest of her children, but since her back was turned to her, she couldn't make out much. After a moment, she sighed.

-I understand why you reacted this way - she began cautiously, but it quickly changed into a firm, maternal tone - But the sooner you realize the seriousness of your position, the better - she added, and her daughter tensed at these words.

-I didn't ask for it - she said apathetically - I've done everything you asked me to. I tried so hard, but it will never be enough fo you or father - she noticed with a trace of anger in her voice.

-Y/n, the role of Tsahìk... - her mother began, but the girl quickly stopped her with a single glance.

-I don't want to talk about it, not now - she announced - I'm too tired -she added, getting up from her knees and moving to her part of Marui to avoid another possible argument.

-There's one more thing - she said, stopping her.

The dark-haired girl turned to look expectantly at Ronal, who scanned her carefully before stopping at her eyes, which were almost identical to hers.

-What is it mother? - she asked calmly, not wanting to reveal where she was or what she was doing.

-You spend a surprising amount of time with the Sullys - she observed - I don't trust them.

-We are to teach them our ways. I have to spend time with them to achieve this goal. Besides, you don't know them, you can't make false accusations just becuse it's hard for you to accept them - the young woman said in defense of her secret lovers.

-And you know them? - she asked immediately.

More than you know, Y/n wanted to say but she had to bite her tongue. Dropping her head, she let those words be the last she heard that day, feeling helplessness take over her body.

And she allowed it.

Water had always been something soothing to her, something that brought a smile to her face. No matter that she spent her whole life in it, it was still an endless source of peace for her. But know, know nothing was able to soothe her mind and soul.

-You seem distracted - Jake remarked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

- I'm not - she said immediately, looking back at the man and the animal he was currently on - It's just the solace of water - she explained.

-Are you sure baby girl? - he asked, running his thumb over her knuckles.

-I'm sure - she confirmed, joining their hands together - Don't worry about me, there's no need.

-You're part of me - he said seriously, and she widened her eyes in surprise - I'll always be worried.

Y/n knew Jake's nature, but as those words fell out of his mouth, she couldn't help but let the urge for comfort into her body take over her, calling out to the man in front of her louder with each passing second. But she pushed the urge away bitterly, shutting her feelings back inside, away from the outside world.

-The muscles in your legs are too tight and your arms are too limp - she said after a long time, changing the conversation.

As expected, the man respected her decision, but she knew that once they were away from the unwelcome stares of people around, he would not let go so easily, if at all.

-I'm not used to this - he replied, trying to adjust his posture.

-You were a mighty Toruk Makto - girl noticed - You must have had strength in your body that was able to control such a great creature.

-I was young back then - he said, looking at her composed face.

-And probably less knowledgeable - she announced aptly - Now you are wiser, more experienced - she added, but Jake did not look convinced, despite the passage of so many years he was still learning -Imagine me in the place of a skimwing -she commanded suddenly.

She knew those words caught his attention immediately, judging by the movement of his ears and the way his tail twitched again and again.

-What do you mean? - he asked in a low, slightly hoarse voice that instantly changed the atmosphere around them.

-The way you make love to me - she began, running her hands along her chest - When you hold my hips, taking control of my movements, when you hold me down and your strong legs control the speed and power of your thrusts, how your loins cooperate with the movements of my pelvis - she announced ,touching individual parts of both bodies with her fingertips, trying to create an projection in his head.

Lesson was long forgotten. Jake couldn't get the images out of his head, and Y/n found out when one of his muscular hands lifted her up to jump on the creature he was currently sitting on.

The girl couldn't stop her body from reacting. Her heart pounded against her ribs and her legs clenched involuntarily.

Before the man could have do anything, Y/n jumped away from him as if she burned herself, falling gracefully back into the crystal water. In response, he gave her a questioning look, but the young woman only shook her head slightly.

-I see you, father - she said.

-I see you my daughter - he replied, swimming up to them - What are you doing with Jake Sully? - he asked, looking from the man to the girl.

-I teach - she replied, completely ignoring the avatar near them - He wanted me to help him.

Y/n was a great liar. Changing her tone of voice or facial expression in an instant. Her current attitude was almost identical to his wife's when they first met.

-Your daughter is very talented - Jake interjected, causing both the chief's daughter and the chief himself to turn their heads in his direction.

-Hmm - Tonowari muttered with a slight smile on his face - You can go back my daughter. I'll take it from here - he added.

-Of course, father - she said, stealing one last glance at the yellow-eyed man before disappearing into the water, returning to the shore.

It was close, too close. Closing her eyes, she sighed before moving forward, aimlessly. Involuntarily looking back a few more times, the feeling of Jake's hand still lingered on her turquoise skin, not letting her forget it.

Her legs unconsciously carried her to one of the few places where she could truly breathe, even if it was only for a moment.

Neytiri was alone as always. Stubbornly sticking to her traditions, not allowing anything related to the Metkayin clan near her, spending most of her days in her new home.

Seeing her, Y/n smiled tenderly.

-My Neytiri - she said at the beginning, and the woman in question turned in the direction from which the voice came.

-My sweet girl - she replied, extending her hand towards her.

The chief's daughter grabbed her hand without hesitation, finding her place in the warm arms of her beloved. Her mind immediately calmed down and her heart began to beat slower.

-You feel like home, Tiri - girl whispered after a while, closing her eyes.

She could've spent days in this position, and Neytiri's addictive aura made it harder to deny that statement.

- I'm your home sweet girl, me and my Jake - she replied stroking her long, black locks - You can always come to us, because with us is your place - she added, kissing her forehead tenderly.

-This means a lot to me my Tiri - she whispered, rubbing her face against her cheek.

The woman returned the gesture, rubbing against her now, purring softly.

Touches of their hands were not burning or electrifying, they were more soothing, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation on the patches of touched skin. Shortly after their lips also took part in this intimate dance. Both Y/n and Neytiri couldn't stop smiling, giggling softly again and again as their lips parted only to rejoin again in the next second.

-I see you, my Y/n, all of you - the dark-haired woman whispered into her mouth, grabbing her face in her hands.

-I see you, my Neytiri - replied the chief's daughter, joining their foreheads together.

Both women drowned in each other. The world around seemed to cease to exist and only the feeling of piercing eyes staring at both of them made Y/n break away from her mate's full lips, looking around paranoidly.

-It's just me baby girl- Jake muttered, walking slowly towards them.

The man took Y/n's jaw in his large hand, rubbing his thumb gently against the skin on her cheek.

-My Jake - she whispered.

-Go on - he demanded, shifting her head so that her blue irises were focused on Neytiri again.

Girl returned to her mouth, tasting them longingly. When one of the woman's hands slid down to Y/n's hip trying to pull her closer, the girl clung to her body without resist, suddenly moaning loudly. In the corner of her eye, she could see how their mate connects three kurus belonging to both women and himself. Despite the lack of any interaction with him, he still had control over their movements, watching them like a predator watched its prey.

Without moving even an inch, the chief's daughter's lips traveled down Neytiri's body, finding their place between her firm thighs. Feeling the need to please her beloved, she immediately clung to her femininity. Her delicate tongue attacked her folds and a small button that made the woman's throat emit loud sounds of pleasure. This act unconsciously filled her with lust, which was evident on the fabric of her loincloth.

Jake didn't take his eyes off both women even for a moment, but as his nostrils filled with the sweet smell of Y/n's arousal, he growled low and, unable to control himself, he tore off her lower garment, reveling the sight of her dripping womanhood that trembled, inviting him. And when she moaned in response, pushing her hips straight into his face, it was the final straw for him. Grabbing her tight around the waist, he pulled her to his crotch.

-You're always so needy, aren't you babygirl? - he growled, massaging her bum - It's good that I'm so addicted to you. Maybe if I put the baby inside you, you'll calm down a bit, yeah?

She hadn't expected those words to have such an effect on her, but oh they did. Before she could’ve let common sense in, her mouth opened on its own command.

-Yes please ,daddy. I want it so much! - she whimpered, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

Wild, primitive, possessive. It all flooded Sully's mind with such force that his body became working on its own accord.

His member entered her in one brutal motion, filling her to the brim, not even allowing her walls to stretch before he began to pound inside her hard and deep, kissing her cervix.

-Don't forget about mommy, because I won't give you what you want, understood? - he murmured, slapping her firm buttock, which jiggled under the impact of the blow.

-Yes, yes daddy - she gasped, returning to Neytiri's womanhood despite being overwhelmed, licking her labia lazily, but finding it harder and harder to concentrate as Jake used her tight, wet canal in such a rough way.

-You're doing so well , my sweet girl - the woman praised her, stroking her head.

She took these praises very willingly, trying to do even better, but the sounds that left her mouth made it difficult for her, because she kept fighting to let out a scream, replacing it with a loud moan, breaking away from Tiri womanhood again and again.

She tried to calm herself, breathing heavily and closing her eyes.

-What did I say? - the man growled, tugging at her tail.

She squealed at the feeling of pleasure mixed with pain as she went back to satisfying her lover who was as close as she was. Holding her close, Neytiri closed her golden eyes, feeling sudden waves of heat flooding her belly, pleasure filling her body from the top of her head to her fingertips.

Y/n, pleased, licked na’vi sensitive folds gently, collecting the juices that her mate left.

-Good girl - murmured the man behind her - Now you will help daddy, I know you will. Atta girl - he said, holding her hips in a firm grip - I need to feel you come on my cock. I need to feel these walls squeezing me tightly.

-Please...more daddy -she whimpered, trying to match his movements.

-More? - he asked her, grabbing her waist and lifting her body up so that her back brushed against his torso, his member now entering so deep the young woman was convinced it was in her throat - You're a desperate little creature, you know that? Don't worry, I'll give you so much pleasure that you'll be drunk with this feeling and unable to walk for weeks.

Those dirty promises made Y/n come with a silent scream, moaning softly as she felt the heat flood her insides again and again. Jake's seed started to pouring out of her, causing her to tremble at the feeling.

Her lovers brushed their lips over her exhausted body, meeting from time to time in a lazy kiss. Post sex bliss starstrucked them so much , that no one was caring about the world around them.

Something was wrong.

An unknown tension was hanging in the air, making her breathing heavier and her movements slower. And when she got to her home, she knew exactly why.

Her parents were waiting for her, their eyes fixed on her the minute she appeared inside. Scanning her body thoroughly. They made her want to hide in herself, she never felt so exposed.

-Is this true? - her father asked.

-What are you talking about, father? - she asked, not moving from her place.

-Jake Sully and his wife - her mother interjected, trying to keep her anger under control - Is this true, Y/n?

The girl clenched her jaw, trying to control her emotions. She couldn't seem weak, she had to hold her ground, especially now that her secret had been exposed.

-We were mated before Eywa - she replied - It is done.

After saying these words, she thought her mother would murder her with her own hands, she had never seen so much fury in a woman's eyes, so much disappointment.

Her father got up from his seat, approaching her slowly.

-You disappointed me daughter - he said coldly, looking into her eyes.

Y/n stared into his eyes stubbornly and with bitterness in blue irises.

-It's not a surprise, is it? - she asked grimly - In your eyes, I'll never be enough, and I've accepted that.

A shadow of pain appeared in Tonowari's eyes. No matter what Y/N would do, it was still his child. Hearing sadness and surrender in her voice, touched him more than he would like to admit.

-I don't want to see you with them - her mother said suddenly, standing next to her husband.

Y/n didn't budge this time either.

-We are one and will remain one, mother - she declared firmly, emphasizing every word.

-They're not our people Y/n. They are strangers! - announced her mother - They carry the specter of war with them, they are dangerous.

-They fought for their people, and now they are paying for it with their lives, the lives of their children. They don't deserve such a judgment - she barked angrily, her ears twitched and her tail went right and left - You don't know them as I know them. To you, sky people only bring destruction, but it was Jake, the sky person, who brought destruction upon humans. But you can't see past his origin.

-That's enough - Tonowari said, stepping between the two women.

Y/n hissed in annoyance before leaving the home. She had to calm down, but the problem was that stepping out of the marui was enough to fill her eyes with a sea of tears, which she let flow.

She didn't know where to go, she wasn't sure what to do with herself. She only knew that she didn't want to be alone, everything that happened was too much for her.

Her eyes scanned her surroundings, stopping at a familiar place. Thinking hard about her decision, she slowly moved forward.

You can always come to us, because with us is your place

Neytiri's words echoed in her ears, she shouldn't be afraid, she shouldn't be ashamed. But once inside, she avoided eye contact as if it would set her on fire.

Within seconds, Jake's hand found its place on her smaller body, and when his eyes saw the tears decorating her face, he was ready to murder anyone who dared to bring her to such a state. Neytiri did not hide that she shared her husband's thoughts. Her face reflected exactly what she was feeling.

-You said I could come - she whispered brokenly to the woman.

-Oh my sweet - she said worriedly, stroking her wet cheek.

In a moment of weakness, she couldn't even care about four pairs of eyes watching her as well as the two na'vi standing in front of her. All she needed right now was the warmth that came from her mates.

-Come on, baby girl - the man murmured, leading her to a more secluded spot in their hut.

Y/n allowed herself to be guided, though being here so many times was merely renewing old paths.

Sitting down on the edge of the marui, she let her legs dangle and her toes lightly brushed the water beneath her. She looked pensive, but Sully knew that her pensiveness was no good, because she liked to have a tendency to let the dark thoughts in.

A few minutes passed before the young woman finally spoke up.

-They know - she said.

-It's nothing wrong - he said - We'll get through this...together.

-I just don't understand what's happening - she confessed tiredly -Why it's...why it's all falling apart and why I can't fix it.

-You can't make everything right - he stated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear - You don't have that kind of power. You take on more than you can handle.

- I don't want to be a disappointment - she whispered - I don't want to disappoint anyone, and now? Now I feel it. It’s…It’s just like this wave washing over me, again and again. It knocks me down, and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I…It’s just gonna drown me.

Jake pulled her close, hugging her body tightly as if he was trying to hide her from the world, and Y/n instantly clung to him, holding him tight, almost as if he was about to disappear.

And suddenly she felt safe again, at peace. She felt at home.

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stupidrant · 2 months

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It's reassuring to see more people point out the matter of Angrboda not having the same experiences as Atreus with social interaction, let alone courtship given years of isolation and total loneliness (with no one around but her unstable grandmother who wouldn't even speak to her, would torture her animals&call Angrboda "nothing" and express regret she didn't throw her to the wolves right after birth). Furthermore, I personally was never in the "Angrboda is oblivious to Atreus's crush" camp (it didn't cross my mind at all when playing the game). I was glad that the game didn't go a cliched route with boy's one sided pinning and girl not giving him time of the day (stories that overpopulate media because heavens forbid women - fictional or real - actively show or spell out their interest for a male character).

Not only was their interest in each other - including blossoming romantic feelings - completely mutual, but Angrboda could not be MORE open about her own feelings for Atreus. The scene where she initially rejected the flower was the only moment of misunderstanding of his intentions on her part. And it had everything to do with her not realizing the implications of this gesture of attention (again, due to lack of socializing/lack of knowledge on courting customs in Atreus's realm). Once Angrboda gained minimal experience with human interaction and a support system in the form of not just Atreus but his nearest and dearest she carefully kept that flower among her treasured paints (symbols of her self expression).

Her actions and behavior immediately after Angrboda turned down the flower are also telling (and admittedly, the decision to pluck a flower on the territory Angrboda nourished, taking care of every inch of Ironwood and every living thing there, was a remarkably silly - albeit genuine and cute - move on part of Atreus; like I said before, it's akin to someone plucking a flower from another person's garden, then giving it to said person, whom the garden belongs to, as a "gift"). Few scenes later Angrboda continued to tease and joke with Atreus, took him to see fireflies (Classic Romantic build up scene TM), told him how glad she was he came there, protected him from Gryla (not just with magical paint but literally shielding him with her own body - just took a screencap of that and squealed), verbally let him know - twice - that she didn't want him to leave, initiated physical contact with Atreus several times (Atreus only instigated it once, in the very end) and opened up to him about her trauma of losing both parents, just to make him feel better (right after enduring another trauma of being denounced by the only family she had left).

In every scene where Atreus takes a step towards her Angrboda either reciprocates or expresses sadness and dejection when he gives her promises she doubts he would keep. Precisely because she'd want nothing more than for him to keep them but knows it's unlikely because of the prophesy and other circumstances . She thanks him for inviting her to come with him but notes her animals need her - and Atreus himself must have realized it was an impossible request at that point; she tells him she was glad he came to Ironwood but when Atreus promises to visit her later Angrboda instantly grows crestfallen (although moments earlier she had been exited to share a beautifully lit and glowing evening with him) and sorrowfully asks "when". Making it clear that obviously she'd love to see him again and "won't be busy after Ragnarok" - but she doesn't believe she'd still be on his mind then and that Atreus would even spare her a thought after everything he's bound to go through.

When Atreus takes her hands in his in the end Angrboda originally looks dumbfounded - another gesture of courtship she's not used to and has no experience with - but she doesn't take distance or pull away. Quite the contrary, she reciprocates physical closeness (leaning towards his face) but tries to dispel the intimacy of the moment by taking their interaction to a safer and more familiar - for her - territory by asking Atreus about the giant visions. And then the first thing Angrboda does is acting, yet again, for the benefit of Atreus when she softens the impending separation for him and Kratos ("it's for you too"). When they say goodbye Angrboda hugs him tightly (we now know she told him she would "miss him" - another display of affection, completely unprompted, from her) and gives him her marble. It's blatant that she has feelings for him and doesn't hide them but she doesn't know how to conventionally transform them into romance just yet.

Even kratos catching on and asking mimir abt it like how can one truly deny anything at this point 😭

#Spoiler: you cant #atreus #angrboda #god of war ragnarok #god of war #asks #atreboda #Gow #gowr #angrboda appreciation

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threewaywithdelusion · 9 months

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RoyJamieKeeley Fic

Still working on my RoyJamieKeeley post-S3 fic. I got stuck again for a while, but I got unstuck tonight, so he's a little snippet to celebrate.

A few days later, Keeley and Jamie left for Brazil for Jamie’s Nike shoot. Left alone for a week, Roy tried to keep busy so he wouldn’t think about them. He spent time with Phoebe, who was starting to get impatient for summer holiday but could be convinced to spend all her wayward energy on playing football with Roy. He saw the yoga mums twice, once for actual yoga and once for a night of drinking wine, watching rom coms, and gossiping. He told them he’d gotten back together with his ex-girlfriend and they all smiled and told him how happy they were for him and how much more of a grump he’d been without her. Roy didn’t mention that said girlfriend was dating another man at the same time and told himself it was just leaving out unimportant information and not actually lie, but he wasn’t sure he believed himself.

Roy also had a meeting with Rebecca, who told him she wanted to promote him to manager of Richmond. He called her mad to her face and she still seemed to think giving him the job was a good idea.

“I don’t want to do press conferences and shit,” Roy said.

Rebecca was unfazed. “Here are my options, Roy. I can make you manager, which is a job I think you’ll be good at. You know football, you know these boys, and they trust you, which makes you the best fit. I can make Nate manager, which I don’t particularly want to do after he defected to West Ham last year. He has experience and the boys seem to have forgiven him, but I don’t trust him enough yet to give him that much power. The other option is to bring in someone from outside the club. Higgins gave me a list of candidates and a lot of them are very qualified and are interested in working for Richmond now that we placed second in the Premier League, because they think they can get us a trophy next year. However, anyone I bring in is going to have their own style and they’re going to undo all the hard work Ted’s done over the past three years. And what Ted did, however unconventional, has been working for us. So, if you don’t take the job, any thoughts on how I should proceed?”

Roy grunted. It was a good argument and Rebecca knew it.

Roy liked coaching Richmond. He didn’t really want to work with some new shitbag coach who would come in acting like he knew anything. Who might tell the team to stop playing total football or take that shitty, ripped-up “believe” sign off the wall. Who might not flip Jamie off in the middle of a game or push him to go back out even with an injured ankle. Who might not support Sam’s protests when they cost the club their main sponsor or might not like the fact that Colin had a boyfriend. Who might not defend Isaac in a post-game interview after Isaac attacked a fan in the stands for his homophobic comments or who would hear that famous women got their private photos leaked and react with less horror than the rest of the Richmond boys.

Roy liked the culture Ted had created at Richmond. Sure, his methods had been downright insane at times, but they’d worked. This was a team that respected Keeley and Rebecca, that accepted Colin, and that tried to be good people as much as they tried to be good footballers.

Roy didn’t want to lose that.

“Fuuuuck,” he said, a curse of resignation and realization.

Rebecca knew him far too well at this point, because she just smiled victoriously. “I’ll have Higgins send you the paperwork this week. We’re also going to be looking at player transfers, so I’ll send you tapes for anyone we’re considering. Do you have any thoughts about which players we should take a look at?”

Roy grunted. He’d had this job for all of three seconds and Rebecca was already giving him work. He hadn’t even told Keeley yet.

“We need a centre back with more speed,” he said.

“Noted,” Rebecca said.

On the way home, Roy felt a strange kind of loneliness take over him.

He’d gotten a promotion and even though he’d resisted it, he kind of wanted to celebrate. Like when Keeley had been made a CEO of her own company and they’d popped champagne and Roy had spun her around and they’d fallen into bed together.

But Keeley was halfway around the world with Jamie. On vacation, even though she’d refused to go on vacation with Roy to Marbella last year. And Roy knew it was different — this was a work trip with some fun thrown in — but Keeley was just restarting her business with Rebecca as the main investor and she couldn’t possibly be less busy than she’d been last year.

A tiny, mean voice in Roy’s head said that the difference was Jamie. That Roy hadn’t been worth the time away from the office, but Jamie was.

Roy shoved the thought away.

He went home to his big empty house and stared at the bottle of champagne in the fridge. He couldn’t tell the yoga mums he’d been promoted because they still believed he was an accountant and he had no fucking clue what accountants did or what the fuck their position was when they got promoted. Plus, he didn’t want to spend all evening lying about the job he was celebrating.

The team was scattered around the world, visiting their home countries and families while they were on summer holiday. What other friends did Roy have? Keeley, who was his girlfriend again? Jamie, who was Keeley’s other boyfriend and was also not in the country? Rebecca, who was more his friend through the transitive property than anything and was also his boss?

Fuck this.

Roy took the bottle from the fridge. He was about to pop the cork and drink straight from the bottle when his phone dinged with an incoming message.

It was a series of photos from Keeley, showing her and Jamie shopping. One photo showed Keeley in a dressing room, trying on a dress that made her look fucking amazing. Another showed Jamie with about fifty bags dangling from his arms, posing like he was lifting weights. Keeley was standing beside him, holding one tiny bag, and grinning widely at having a fit footballer to play her pack mile. Then there was a picture of Keeley standing next to a suitcase with a price tag on it, presumably something she was buying to bring all her new clothes back to England, a cute guilty smile on her face. The last picture showed the two of them in a store, both wearing black leather jackets. The one on Keeley was ridiculously oversized and the comical frowns on both of their faces told Roy that they were dressing up as him.

Another text arrived from Keeley.

Miss you! Do you want either of these jackets?

Roy was very picky about his leather jackets, something that Keeley had learned early in their first go at a relationship when she’d tried to buy him a present. It may seem like Roy put no effort into his all-black look, but he was very particular about what clothes he thought was worth buying.

It was sweet of Keeley to ask.

Send a video, Roy texted back.

A minute later, his phone dinged. The video was of Keeley in a dressing room, wearing a shimmery grey dress with one of the Roy-sized leather jackets over it. Roy had clearly interrupted her in the middle of trying on half the store because there were clothes over every inch of the dressing room. Keeley did a little spin for the camera and Roy caught Jamie’s reflection in the dressing room mirror, smiling at Keeley like he was in love.

Fuck.

Would Roy have had that indulgent, lovestruck expression on his face if Keeley had dragged him shopping for stupid graffiti clothes for Jamie? This was Jamie’s holiday with Keeley and she was still taking the time to message Roy and Jamie didn’t seem to mind at all.

Roy’s phone dinged again, this time a message from Jamie. It was another video, showing Jamie walking along a wall of all-black clothes, including at least four different leather jackets.

“I think we found your store, mate,” Jamie said, panning the camera so Roy could see the words John John lit up in the back over the counter.

Fuck. Roy was being a sorry sad sack and a bit of a prick. And he absolutely refused to be the biggest prick in a relationship that included Jamie Tartt.

You look beautiful, he sent Keeley. I like the jacket Jamie was wearing.

Keeley sent back a series of smiley face emojis.

Roy called her and she picked up on the second ring. “Hi, babe? How’s London?”

“I miss you,” Roy said. It was probably the easiest thing he’d ever said. Usually, Roy had trouble expressing any emotion that wasn’t anger and he knew that. But missing Keeley was all-consuming. It was a physical ache inside him, just as real as the pain from his knee, and he didn’t know how not to say it.

“I miss you too,” Keeley said.

“How’s Brazil?” Roy asked.

“It’s good! I think the photoshoot with Nike went really well. They might offer Jamie a larger deal as a brand ambassador when we get back, but don’t tell Jamie that. I’m negotiating right now and I’m not sure it’ll go through.”

“I’m sure it well,” Roy said. “You’re a brilliant negotiator.”

“You’ve never seen me negotiate,” Keeley said.

“Sure I have,” Roy said. “What about that time you convinced me to try being a pundit.”

“That was in your best interest, and I’m pretty sure we were arguing.”

“Or that time you convinced me to go to that launch party for that watch company you were promoting.”

“You have to admit, that was great press,” Keeley said. “Everyone’d heard the story about your ex stealing your Rolex, so you replacing the Rolex with a John Hubert watch really connected the two brands in everyone’s minds.”

“Well what about the time you convinced me to both cook and do the dishes when I made you a fancy dinner?”

“I bribed you with blowjobs,” Keeley said. “I don’t think I can use the same strategy here.”

Roy laughed. He felt so much better after talking to Keeley for just five minutes. Suddenly, he didn’t care that she was a continent away. He still wanted to tell her the good news.

“Is Jamie there?” he asked.

“He’s in his own dressing room,” Keeley said.

Roy was surprised. He figured Keeley and Jamie would take shopping as a chance to watch each other strip in the same dressing room. But he knew fuck all about shopping, so maybe it wasn’t that weird that they were in two different stalls.

“Can you get him?”

There was a long pause that Roy knew was Keeley working through her surprise before she said, “Yeah, just a sec.” Her voice sounded slightly farther away as she called “Jamie!”

A moment later Keeley’s voice came out sounding a little more robotic. “You’re on speaker, babe.”

Roy cleared his throat. “I talked to Rebecca today. She made me manager.”

“What?” Keeley said, sounding stunned.

Yeah, maybe he should have worked up to that instead of announcing it right out the gate.

“She gave me Ted’s job,” Roy repeated.

A whoop went up from Jamie, so loud that Roy had to pull the phone away from his head so he wouldn’t blow out his eardrums.

“Congrats, mate! That’s fucking mint.”

Roy grunted. He didn’t say that he was bricking it over trying to fill Ted’s shoes, but Keeley must have released because she said, “You’re going to be amazing, babe. I’m so proud of you!”

“I don’t know,” Jamie said. “I mean, mostly Roy’s been coaching me so far. I’ve got more talent than all the boys on the team and I’m a pleasure to coach, so you can’t measure Roy’s success by how brilliant a player I am.”

“You’re a fucking nightmare to coach,” Roy said, even though it wasn’t actually true. Jamie did anything Roy said, even when it was embarrassing or he was pushing his body beyond what most coaches would demand of him. Roy liked telling Jamie what to do and seeing how hard he would work to achieve the impossible, even when the only reward was a little grunt from Roy.

“I guess we’ll see if you can bring the other lads up to my level,” Jamie said, cockiness and disbelief in Roy’s coaching skills rolling together in his voice.

Weirdly, Jamie’s pestering filled Roy with confidence that he could do this. He would be the best damn manager Richmond had ever seen, if only to prove to Jamie that he was wrong.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Keeley told Jamie sweetly and that buoyed Roy the rest of the way up. Keeley believed in him. She believed in him enough to tell Jamie to suck it, even if she did it in nicer terms.

Roy wanted to tell her he loved her, but the first time he told her after they got back together couldn’t be over the phone, with Jamie listening in, while Keeley was on another continent.

Instead, Roy just said, “At least I know what the fucking offside rule is.”

Jamie and Keeley both laughed, though Jamie laughed harder. Roy wasn’t sure Keeley knew the offside rule, which was a travesty given how many footballers she’d dated.

“Well celebrate when I get back,” Keeley said. “That’s wonderful news, babe. I’m so happy for you.”

They said their goodbyes and when Roy hung up the phone, he felt a lot more determined and a lot less alone.

He checked his inbox to find an email from Higgins with his new contract and and some player files with stats and videos. Several promising young players were listed, as well as some old-timers on their way to retirement from some of the better clubs.

He poured himself a glass of champagne and settled in to do his job.

#royjamiekeeley #ted lasso #roy kent #Keeley jones #jamie tartt #mia writes fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction

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Hello! I recently came across your post about how genuinely awful mormons are and wanted to reach out for a bit more help. The area I live has a LOT of them (pacific northwest) and I literally live in the neighborhood with their church and get them knocking on my door way too often. As a result, quite a few of my friends and people that I know are mormon, and while they're not super close friends, they're still my friends.

That being said, there's one person I know that's slowly been expressing interest in leaving and looking elsewhere and questioning her religion's fucked up history. I really want to help her and support her and do whatever I can to help her escape such a toxic place but I know how much of a shitty experience it is and how they treat outsiders and the horrible things they've said to me for NOT being a part of their cult and I know it'll be a thousand times worse for her if she does go through with it.

Do you have any advice, know anything that I can do to help keep her both mentally and physically safe, and any resources I can provide to her or anyone better for her to reach out to? She's 17 currently, I'm 18, and it's becoming an increasingly time sensitive issue because as soon as she turns 18 in a few months she's going to be forced off on her mission and she's said many times she'd rather do anything than that.

Thank you so much.

Hi Nonnie!

First of all, I'm sorry to hear that your friend is stuck in that situation. Trying to leave any cult is a hell of a process and almost always wreaks havoc on a person's emotional and mental health. I'm glad your friend has someone ready to support her if she decides to make that plunge.

Biggest practical thing: Mormons don't send people out on their missions until they're 19, so she has at least one more year to find a way to avoid that. And when it comes right down to it, she'll be a legal adult at that point, so no one can force her to go.

As far as helping her get out, one of the biggest control tactics that cults use is limiting people's social lives and support networks. If you have a wider friend group who aren't mormons, even if it's just a group of hobby-buddies, start introducing your friend to them. The more she realizes that she can get healthy emotional and material support outside the church, the easier it will be for her to make the break.

The situation is admittedly also a bit delicate right now, because she's still a minor, so her parents have a lot more control over her, and trying to get in the way of that as an outside adult can put you in a precarious situation, legally speaking. Both of you should tread carefully for the next few months.

Once she's 18, if she's feeling ready to do so, she'll want to start looking for a way to ensure that she's not financially dependent on her parents. Finding a job so that she can get her own apartment (or one with safe roommates) is a good first step there. If she needs their financial support for college or something, she may have to play the long con and pretend to still be involved in the church. On the other hand, this might enable her to move away from home, where she'll be less vulnerable to their control.

She can also check out the exmormon subreddit, which can be a good resource for people who are just getting out of the church to find others in similar situations, advice, and a general community to talk to about the challenges (both pragmatic and emotional) of leaving.

If push really comes to shove, she might benefit from finding a women's shelter in your area (if there is one, it'll depend on where you live). The YWCA often has short- and long-term housing for women trying to escape abusive situations or get on their feet when they don't have enough resources to do so alone.

Really, the biggest thing you can do is just to make sure that she knows there is a support network outside the church. They do a lot to convince members that outsiders aren't trustworthy and the only safe community they'll ever find is within the cult (also that no one outside the church is really happy). Depending on her own beliefs, she might be benefited by finding a different Christian congregation to join (esp if there's a relatively liberal church nearby... I believe Lutherans in particular have been trending that way lately) or by finding a local social club that isn't overrun with mormons (something like a local SCA chapter, an elk's lodge, unitarian universalist congregation, etc).

I wish both of you all the best luck and courage in embarking on this journey!

#ramshackle thoughts #answers

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Connor and the Brat {Part 15}

A/N: Really I just wanted Ava as a girlfriend/best friend for myself before she turned crazy which is why she’s so affectionate towards Ravenna.

“Maybe he was just trying to get off a your interrupted him.” Sarah and Brat both stared at Ava is disbelief at what she had just said. Brat had been retelling the story of the previous night and how Connor was acting weird right before she left with Ava. Both women were extremely upset to hear that Connor had left Brat alone all night and returned with Samantha Zanetti a former surgeon at Med that Connor had dated. And while both women were sure Connor probably had feelings for Brat and was using Sam to get over her Sarah didn’t think he would act on it while Brat was an IOP while Ava was practically encouraging him to.

“And why would he be doing that I’m crazy remember? I’m pretty sure the crazy/hot scale doesn’t work in my favor.” Ava left her spot beside Sarah and moved next to Brat gently caressing her face. When Ava first acted like this with her Brat found it odd because it was obvious the older woman had feelings for Sarah but Ava explained she held love for a lot of people and while she would never have sex with anyone else she did enjoy kissing them. Brat wasn’t blind and obviously Ava was very pretty and cared for her so she was happy to return the affection. She was sure Connor would have a heart attack if he knew though.

“Ravenna you are so bright, and talented, and beautiful. Anyone who tells you otherwise is just a waste of space.” Sarah had gotten up to get more wine and Ava leaned in placing a delicate kiss on the younger woman’s shoulder. Brat smiled at her and kissed her back leaning against her to get more comfortable taking a rather large gulp from her wine glass.

“You really think that’s what Connor was doing when I asked him to bring me here?” Ava smirked down at her.

“Connor basically laid a claim to you on the first day that you couldn’t be anyone’s favorite besides his. I’m sure he was butthurt that you wanted to come over.” Brat frowned as she remembered that Connor did seem rather upset she wanted to spend time with Ava but she as allowed to have friends other than him. “Plus he’s already told me he had a sex dream about you.” OF COURSE Ava just added that on non chalantly at the end and Brat just about choked on her own wine and heard Sarah quite possibly dying in the kitchen.

“Like he said the actual words he had a sex dream about me?”

“Well no, but that morning he was late he got hard every time your name was mentioned so it wasn’t hard to put the two together.” Brat bit her bottom lip intrigued by this new information whole Sarah just pretended not to hear it because ethically she would have to report it to Dr. Charles but morally she was also rooting for her two new friends to end up together.

“So what am I supposed to do?” Ava was quiet for a moment.

“We’ll make him realize how much he needs you around. Take my phone and text him telling him you’re spending the night.” Oh that was a sure fire way to make him upset but Ava was his friend first so maybe she knew what she was doing. Brat could feel her heart in her stomach as Ava’s phone buzzed in her hands.

Connor- I’m picking you up at 7am

Oh he was definitely not happy, bit Brat couldn’t tell if he was angry with her or sad that she was choosing to spend time with Ava over him. Ava smiled when she saw another message from Connor and pointed at it.

Connor- Tell mommy dearest she’s going to have to make a custody schedule

Brat didn’t even know how to respond but luckily Ava did and she quickly ran to her room. Brat was wondering what Ava could have said that would make her leave like she was terrified of Brats response but she read it and felt her cheeks heat up.

Brat (Ava)- Goodnight daddy xx

“AVA!”

#chicago med #one chicago #connor rhodes #connor and the brat #ava bekker #connor rhodes x reader #connor rhodes fanfic #sarah reese

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Rings of Power, Ep. 7 Review - RIP

I’ve made it this far...Buckle up, mellon. Time for my thoughts on episode seven:

1. Dang. Everyone survived. Whelp, except that guy whose name I neither remember nor care to remember.

2. Wait, they SURVIVED?! Heat alone would do the trick, but pretending they survive the heat, that’s not snow they’re walking through! The ash would finish off anyone left! Look, LotR doesn’t have the best history with believability when it comes to volcanoes, but Rings of Power keeps professing it is meant to feel grittier and more realistic. So much for that, I guess.

3. The scene where Durin begs his father to help Elrond is actually poignant...and it makes me angry. Here’s why -

Lore/book reason the dwarves awake a Balrog: they were too greedy and dug too deep.

RoP reason the dwarves awake a Balrog: Durin is desperate to help his friend.

Writers, do you not see how thematically misaligned and stupid you are being?!

4. So now we know how the mithril cures the darkness. Apparently you just sit beside it. Wait, that begs the question, why do you even need to mine for mithril? Couldn’t the elves just book a mithril session and hang out int he caves for a bit? Totally cured.

5. Miss Pro-Genocide Galadriel gives a lecture on goodness and letting go of revenge. HA. That’s rich! Have we seen literally any evidence of a mind-change or reason she grew between the last episode and this one? Psh, no. Why would we need such a thing?

6. I actually found the scene where Miriel realizes she’s been blinded quite decent, as well! Amazing! In an ACTUAL display of strength (not whatever fake nonsense we’ve seen the women display prior), Miriel must maintain composure and pretend she can see so she can be strong for her people. They actually did something good?

Don’t make me laugh. The next time we see her, she’s wearing a blindfold, not hiding her blindness in ANY way. Apparently she only needed to fake being strong for a short horse ride.

7. When the heck did they have time to set up camp? At least the show is consistent. They’ll always fail to include what’s actually relevant.

8. Apparently we need to waste time worrying that Isildur, the incredibly vital character from later tales, is dead. Great use of time. Proof upon proof upon proof of the ineptitude of the writers.

9. Galadriel finally said her brother’s name! Her primary motivation, and it only took 7 episodes for his name to get dropped.

10. Celeborn DEAD?! They had me going for a second. But no. Clearly gotta come back (Galadriel says he went away to war and never returned). Still, super stupid. Brother motivates her but apparently couldn’t care less about her hubby. Also, she met Celeborn because he came upon her dancing? Seriously? You couldn’t give them their own meet cure? You had to steal Luthien and Beren’s?

11. Durin is going to mine all the mithril by himself? Great plan, dude.

12. So are we supposed to dislike the dwarf king? Because I don’t dislike him. Mining mithril is not safe. Period.

13. Cool burning of harfoot carts, but unclear how many perished. Unfortunately, I think they all survived. Alas.

14. SIgh. Bronwyn survived, too. Also, watching her fling her arms around her son’s neck reminds me that she was shot through the shoulder the day before. Healed up nice and dandy, apparently. Also, she’s awfully clean for someone that went through a volcanic blast.

15. I laughed the hardest I’ve ever laughed in this show when Nori’s dad gives his brethren a pep talk. He says the harfoots, better than anyone else, “stay true to each other.” I CACKLED. Harfoots stick together? The same harfoots who wanted to leave you behind. Who wanted to take off your wheels and leave you to die. Who didn’t offer a single ounce of assistance when you were injured. THOSE harfoots?! (The laughter continued when harfoot who proposed murder is declared “always right.”)

16. Halbrand survives to show his pretty face another day. HIs wound is infected and he must be gotten to the elves!

Oh wait, he’s fine. Walking around like the wound is nothing. No? He still needs immediate aid that will require a very long horseride? Okay...

17. I know they’re shooting for Disa sounding inspirational and supportive of her husband, but to me she just sounds straight up evil in that speech at the end? SHE sounds greedy and possessive and manipulative. Definitely don’t think that’s what they were going for...

18. Ah. She we’re not just changing greedy dwarvish motivations to helping a friend, we’re adding that a leaf woke the Balrog. What is this, Kung Fu Panda?

19. The introduction of Mordor’s name made me roll my eyes.

Just one episode left. Just one. The end is in sight. (Yes, I know they’ve started filming season 2).

#lord of the rings #lotr #amazon #rings of power #anti rings of power #rop #tolkien #jrr tolkien #the ring speaks #the one ring #rings of power review #rant

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jeweled-blue-eyes · 2 years

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Any unpopular opinions on Death is the only ending for the Villainess?

overrated. It's full of abuse apologism, dare I say pro imperialism, pro slavery, all women in this manhwa only exist to torment the mc and get their punishment while the men (only if handsome!) are forgiven

the characters are flat. We don't know anything about their likes and hobbies. Iklies at least has the excuse that as a slave he has no time or money to pursue an interest but the other male leads are nobility. They should have a life that doesn't revolve around Penelope.

Iklies being a yandere doesn’t mean his character has to be two dimensional. Yanderes are capable of following their own agenda aside from their obsession with their s/o. Let him have that.

Iklies deserved better

the Eckarts deserved to die or put in prison

why is Derrick a love interest when he lusted after a 12 year old as an adult? Why is no one talking about that?

Callisto should be executed for the genocide in Delman. If he was old enough to participate in a war, he would have been old enough to be judged for his crimes according to the law of his time. But I think even if we applied the modern law he could be tried for everything he did from age 18-23. And if someone tries to apply the insanity defense here then by that same logic he shouldn't be allowed to rule a country but send to therapy.

villains who are only complicit or have an understandable motive get harshly punished, meanwhile the main perpetrator or the one who indirectly caused this goes free (the cook loses her job, Emily, a child abuser, stays, the imperialist and enslaver gets his happy ending, the slave loses the girl he loves and is villainized for rebelling and wanting his abusers to die)

the fandom has a problem with abuse apologism. I saw someone once calling Penelope paranoid and partly guilty for the abuse against her.

Penelope has plot armor

I’d be more interesting if she had lives left she can use up (maybe 5 for each love interest?). Adds more suspense as we’d know she’ll die but wouldn’t know when or how she would die.

Callisto/Penelope scenes seem forced. When he held his sword against her neck and called her a rat and she said she loved him I cringed so hard. Was that supposed to be romantic? Her family back in Korea used to call her a rat. So far iklies and Vinter are the only LI’s who haven’t degraded her. But Vinter is a plot device and Iklies a villain.

this has to do with personal taste: I hate the fan service (men showing their abs) and the manhwa could do better without them. This is a death/survival game. How the narrative tries to insert Callisto scenes and attempts to make them seem romantic breaks me out of the flow. It just feels misplaced.

the behaviour of some characters is inconsistent (i.e. Penelope decided to keep the abusive maid around with the excuse that no one can gurantee her if her replacement won’t be worse, but then after establishing her place in the Eckart household she decides to leave for the palace where Mr grimreaper crown prince lives, the people that ordered the assassination and hundreds of servants that no one can gurantee aren’t dangerous because they could be working for the queen. Also why did she even expect the Eckarts to help her after everything they’ve done to her. That was foolish.)

making the og! heroine the villain, making the og villainess secretly a saint/mage is cheap. Been there. Done before. The manhwa had such a unique premise but then it fell into the usual cliches I thought it would avoid.

Penelope should have attempted to run away when she had nothing to lose anymore. I wonder why she never tried to go the independent route because if I remember correctly some Otome games do provide routes where you don’t necessarily need a man. (Arcana Famiglia I believe where Felicia can become a mafia boss without marrying anyone). The fastest way to end the game in Code Realize is not choosing a man and travelling the world alone. (It counts as a bad end but still). What I’m saying is it’s strange Penelope never tested out other options.

the abuse against Penelope should have had an effect on her health. Doesn’t vitamin defiancy lead to poor eyesight? Things like that.

I find it hard to believe Ivonne was such a nice person when she was raised by classist and racist people. The Eckarts probably idealized her in their memories.

Cha Siyeon pursuing a degree in archeology..you won’t get a lot money and it is a scientific and academic discipline which doesn’t have a lot of practical application, I heard you have to suck up to rich people and fight a lot with rich people (who are for example annoyed to stop construction work on their factory because they could damage an important artefact or historical burial site). So if she did it to escape her rich family she’d just be at square one. I’ve heard her family has already sabotaged her life in hopes she’ll return to them (the shitty appartment for example), so choosing a field to major in that isn’t very lucrative is well maybe not a good idea. I get it she did it because it’s a subject she’s passionate about but as someone rational as her I’m not sure if it was a good decision or even in character. (debateable) If you want independence, money comes first. I’ve read yelansdicecharm‘s concept of Siyeon being a computer major and that by hacking the game to achieve a happy ending she caused the error which sucked her into the game world. I think that concept is very cool.

#notanon #answered asks #this is basically just a summary of what I have said before #anti callisto regulus #anti eckarts #vadd critical

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I was so scared to ask this I’m sorry. Do you think you could do a little something for Steve where he’s on an undercover mission with the reader and one of the people in the neighborhood they’re investigating doesn’t think they’re an actual couple. The same night while the neighbor comes to snoop around the house, Steve notices and uses this as a way to tell the reader how he really feels? I’m sorry if this is trash

It’ll Work Out

a/n: I apologize if I somehow made it seem you can't send in asks or requests or even talk to me! I swear, I really am nice! So, please, no need for apologies! I was super excited to get a message in my inbox and this request was so cute! I hope you like it, babes ♡ (also I haven’t slept so if there are errors- no there isn’t because I will fix them later lmao)

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It was a simple mission.

You had been here for a week and honestly didn't realize how natural it would feel to walk up to Steve, a smile gracing your lips as his arm wrapped around you in greeting. His lips pressed into your forehead and you hummed a happy hello to the handsome blonde before shyly meeting the eyes of all the other neighbors who surrounded you.

You and Steve were currently located in the suburbs, undercover as newlyweds who had just moved into their first home together as a married couple.

Or that’s what your file stated you needed to portray.

In reality, you were a telecommunication operative while Steve was a literal superhero.

But right now, you two were tasked with playing house as you gathered intel on a target who lived in the neighborhood. And so far, your lead hadn’t shown his neck far enough for you two to finish the mission. Which, if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t mind.

It was nice to greet Steve home every night, having dinner made for the both of you as you discussed the mission and any new information gathered.

So yes, for now, you could enjoy it secretly, while it lasted.

“So, how did you two young love birds meet?” Clarice, a mom in her forties who lived on your left asked you both. You two were currently attending the neighborhood summer cook out. Playing your part of a happy married couple as children ran around and the men grilled while the women gossiped.

You could feel Steve’s fingers squeeze your waist softly as the question registered in your brain. You know, for someone who had been there for a week, you two really should have put more details in your cover because the one question had you both stumped.

You didn’t discuss those type of details during the debriefs of the mission, which was stupid, and you couldn’t help but look over at Steve for some guidance.

Steve’s blue eyes met yours and you blushed as Steve brought you closer against his body. You both faced the couples around you and responded online, while Steve said a café at the same time.

Fuck.

Realizing your mistake, your blush darkened and your neighbors gave you both strange looks.

But luckily, Steve continued to keep a hold on you as he cleared his throat, a small laugh falling from his lips. “We met online and our first date was at a café.” He provided, quickly covering up both of your guy’s mistakes.

Clarice giggled, nodding her head, “no worries, if it was actually Tinder, you guys can tell us.” She laughed but her husband still looked unsure as you awkwardly laughed along.

Other than the one hitch, everything else was smooth sailing. The men tugged Steve along to meet the “other husbands” leaving you alone with the wives. It was a long hour and a half of unnecessary gossip before Steve came to your rescue with two plates of food.

You happily followed him to a small corner of a table in someone’s lawn as you finally had a moment alone with him.

“Sorry,” you blurted as he slid over a plate with chips and a burger on it. You were still feeling bad about the mishap but Steve just smiled shaking his head.

“No worries, I was caught off guard too.” He laughed and it instantly made you relax as you took a bite of your food. “Did you get any good gossip?” Steve teased and it was your turn to laugh as you rolled your eyes.

“If you mean that Henry is having an affair with his secretary than do I have a story for you, mister.” You giggled not noticing the way Steve smiled at you.

Once the day had turned into night, you and Steve were finally able to say your good-byes and head back to you house for the time being.

It was amazing to slip your shoes off and drop the fake smile as both of you stumbled your way through the living room and to the kitchen. “You really don’t think it’ll cause trouble that we said different things?” You asked Steve, turning in time to see him uncuff his sleeves and roll them up to his elbows.

His eyes went from his arms to you as another charming smile appeared on his face. “Well, if it does, it might be enough to get our target out of the shadows.”

Even though his answer was true, it still brought a frown to your face as you thought about the complications of your cover being blown. If the target decided to flee instead of confronting, it could be a while before anyone gathered more intel of their new hideout and result in even longer paperwork filing for the both of you.

You were so deep in thought you didn’t realize Steve had moved closer to you until you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you from your thoughts. “Hey, it’s fine.” He assured, head tilting down to keep eye contact with you. His hands rubbed your sides, pulling you closer to him as he spoke, “it’ll work out.”

Out of instinct, your fingers curled around the front of his shirt as you took a breath in. Steve’s scent overwhelmed your senses, vanilla, coffee and paint, relaxing your overthinking and making you realize just how close you two were. Your head tilted up to look at Steve, your eyes glancing from his lips to his eyes as you slowly exhaled.

Steve still had a strong hold on your hips, watching as you glanced at his lips again. And he couldn’t help but bite his lip in response, saying your name softly and grabbing your attention once more. His eyes met yours and the moment shifted, his hands moving on their own accord, went to either side of your face as he pulled you into a kiss.

Your body melted into his as you held onto his shirt tighter, kissing him back with all of your unspoken feelings. And you squeaked in surprise as Steve’s hands went behind your thighs, swiftly lifting you and resting you on top of the kitchen counter.

Before Steve could kiss you again, his eyes focused behind your shoulder and his head tilted, “Is that... Clarice?” He asked and you whipped your head around.

Steve was right, Clarice and her husband were sneaking into your backyard through the side-gate. You would have laughed but your eyes caught the silencer connected to the pistol in her husband’s hand. “Steve,” you warned and felt his hands squeeze your thighs.

“On it.”

#assembletheimagines #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve x you #steve rogers x you #captain america x you #steve x y/n #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x y/n

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With her feet rooted on the ground and her voice steady, Colette Pichon Battle seems to be the type of person most of us would want nearby in a crisis. When she speaks about climate change displacing millions, she uses measured words to describe strategies to dismantle structural racism, build alliances in community, and provide legal services for equitable disaster recovery. As I listen to her TED Talk, I’m reminded of a cheer from my high school in coastal Alabama: “Rock, rock, rock, rock, steady, eddy, eddy, eddy, rock! Rock steady.” So I wasn’t surprised to learn she describes her superpower as “seeing patterns in chaos,” an apt skill for the organization she founded, the Gulf Coast Center for Law and Policy, now called Taproot Earth.

Working on the frontlines of climate disasters caused by hurricanes, sea level rise, and fossil fuel companies, she knows that recovery for industries has been quick, and recovery for communities has been slow. From Houston, Texas, to Pensacola, Florida, her work brings climate change to the community level, especially with women at the heart of neighborhoods and households.

“We found that the folks most willing to get to know each other were actually women,” she said in an interview with Reimagine. “When women talk about their communities, it’s sort of like women talking about their children . . . So a lot of the moral fabric and the moral movement of a family and of a community is done through the women.”

She and her staff used a meeting format called the People’s Movement Assembly, which involved Black, Latina, and Asian American women learning about each other’s lives and agreeing to reach a vision together. From there, groups of women followed through on actions, such as talking about the climate crisis and extractive industries with elected officials in Louisiana who needed the vote from people of color.

In Bayou Liberty, just north of New Orleans, Colette grew up in the house built by her grandfather, where her mother was born. There, water was a way of life: “The bayou is green and lush and all the things that equal bountiful life,” she told TED Radio, “But it is also watery and muddy. You can smell everything.”

She remembers the names of particular hurricanes along the Gulf Coast, much as I did growing up in Alabama. During the eye of the storm, family members would get into flat-bottomed boats called pirogues to check on neighbors before retreating to safety inside while the other band of the hurricane passed. But the water became unrecognizable given the severity of Hurricane Katrina. As an adult, Colette practiced law in Washington, DC, but after the destruction of Katrina, she vowed never to leave her beloved Gulf Coast again.

When she first saw the Louisiana flood maps at a community meeting, Colette says her life changed. The maps explained how the thirty-foot surge from Hurricane Katrina could flood her community as well as those in Mississippi and Alabama. She realized the land lost from sea level rise was the buffer to her own home—a buffer predicted to disappear. “I wasn’t alone at the front of the room,” she explained. “I was standing there with other members of south Louisiana’s communities—Black, Native, poor. We thought we were just bound by temporary disaster recovery, but we found that we were now bound by the impossible task of ensuring that our communities would not be erased by sea level rise due to climate change.

“I just assumed it would always be there. Land, trees, marsh, bayou. I just assumed it would be there as it had been for thousands of years,” she said. “I was wrong.” Knowing climate is predicted to displace more than 200 million people by the next century, Colette advocates for preparing for global migration by restructuring social and economic systems rooted in justice, such as investing in public hospitals before the impact of climate migration or additional storms like Hurricane Ida. It’s not like we don’t know what is coming, and Colette knows preparation is a life-and-death matter.

“Climate change is not the problem,” she said. “Climate change is the most horrible symptom of an economic system that has been built for a few to extract every precious value out of this planet and its people, from our natural resources to the fruits of our human labor.”

What holds clear and steady is her belief of what can be done now. “It’s already possible, y’all,” she often tells people, with the practical sense of someone who can get things done. Colette knows women who have the most to lose from climate disasters also know what it’ll take to plan for the future and anticipate the storm.

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invaderhogtwopointohno · 11 months

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Target Eadu:

Based on this prompt by @aoneko-lee

Also find on Ao3 here

"What is Yavin 13?"

"A moon, desolate. A long time ago it was wiped out and there isn't much left on it."

"Why are we going there?"

"I am going to get K-2 to send word to Melshi- he's a good friend and he will get us the numbers we need. We'll meet up on Yavin 13 and we'll leave from there to Scarif."

She looked at her reflection in the glass.

She had been so sure that he was going to abandon her. She had been so certain that the last thing she was ever going to see was his back to her.

"What's wrong?" he dared to ask. There was a laundry list a mile long but she just shook her head.

"I'm not used to people sticking around when things go bad."

He smiled at her a little bit, something almost mischievous in his eyes when he looked at her.

"Welcome Home."

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They made it to Yavin 13 and the place really was desolate. They got out of the cramped cruiser and waited for the others to arrive. K-2 had relayed the message to Melshi and they were going to commandeer the Imperial ship that Bodhi had stolen from the Rebels to sneak onto the base on Scarif.

The plan was a rather simple one. With Bodhi's help, they would be able to get through the shield gate, sneak onto the base, cause a distraction, probably involving some explosions- and then they would steal the plans, get off world- make it home to Yavin IV before anyone realized what was going on.

"You think that these men will go into this with us?" she asked, pacing back and forth. They had been waiting for K-2 to send them a message that they had made it off Yavin IV but they were still waiting.

"These men will do anything for the Rebellion- they will volunteer to take on such an important mission," he said, having a good idea already of who Melshi was going to ask. After a long silence she turned and looked at Cassian.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me now?"

She didn't want it to be because of guilt for her father. She would rather just go on the mission alone if that was his purpose. She wanted it to be for something else. Anything else. Because like her many battles before her, they were staring down another enemy that was ready to kill them without hesitation. She had managed to keep her head down for too long and now she was going to have to fight with her head held high. That was the perfect place for a blaster.

But Cassian had no steak in this. She had to do this because her father knew it was vital that the Death Star be destroyed and gave her the mission. She was going to complete it for him. But what about Cassian? He couldn't possibly think that this was worth potentially his life? He was a spy- he should be back at the Rebel Base, getting his next mission.

Cassian looked at Jyn after she asked him that question and thought about it for a long pause before turning to face her fully.

"I've done terrible things in the name of the Rebellion. Horrible things... things that I can't... I can't even begin to describe to you."

She nodded, understanding him. When she was able to sleep, the men and women she had killed were at the forefront of her dreams. Their screams of agony, the terror in their eyes when a child stood over them with a blaster in her hand. She had been a killer for as long as she could remember, if anyone understood- it was Jyn.

"The Rebellion is everything to me now. If I don't do this- what was this all for?" He thought about the people he had met through this whole experience. Nemik, Skene, Val. He had seen the fire in their eyes and the willingness to fight. He couldn't help but even think of Bix, so destroyed by what had happened to her. This was a cause worth dying for, he was sure of it but if the Alliance didn't stop the Death Star now- they were all doomed.

"I understand... thank you... for coming with me."

She had always felt completely alone- even when she was with her parents or Saw- but with Cassian, she felt like everything was going to be okay, no matter what happened. Now they would soon be on their way to Scarif and they would get the Death Star plans, no matter what. She was determined and there was nothing in this entire universe that would stop Jyn Erso from getting what she wanted.

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The End

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A/N: I am so sorry this is finally getting finished- I really wanted to open the door for them to go to Scarif and finish the end of Rogue One. Thank you so much for the prompt, I really have not written a single word in 4 years and this story really opened up my creativity. I am so thankful for all of the views. Thank you for reading!!

#star wars #cassian andor #jyn erso #rebelcaptain #disney #eadu #welcome home

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Apparently the 4B movement from SK is getting the attention of American women, and men, ESPECIALLY Black men, are PISSED.

The funniest thing to me is the “American women aren’t strong enough for 4b” and the “yall won’t get all women to do it so it’s pointless” arguments because you never needed an entire group of people to get shit done. Most women were not, and still aren’t, feminists, but we got rights and protections for women thanks to the FEW who were willing to do the work. There were plenty of Black people who weren’t protesting and marching during the civil rights movement, but we got those rights thanks to the FEW willing to sacrifice their time, jobs, livelihoods, freedoms, and literal lives in some cases for the cause.

You don’t need everyone to be part of a movement; you just need enough to get results. And considering how shaking and scared men are about this movement getting American women’s attention, you know they know they’re fucked. One dude said this movement getting attention is a win for red pilled men because the only women considering this are supposedly all over 30, and all have kids and/or high body counts, so this movement will weed us out. Meanwhile, he himself had a full grey beard indicating he was likely in his 50s if not 60s acting like women over 30 are spoiled good or some shit lol. Also while obviously sitting in a basic apartment living room, not even a nice condo or loft; nigga, what 20-something is going to want your old, broke ass? The fuck? Lol. Men’s is delusional.

And the pick mes making videos like “what about continuing the human race” (not our job; who cares? Earth won’t be inhabitable in like 50 years anyway. Who wants to give birth to a child we’ll probably have to bury or abandon in a desert tundra?) or “that’s gonna be lonely” (despite multiple recent studies reporting that women make up not having partners by investing their time and energy into hobbies, friendships, their community, and themselves, and report feeling happier for it), like why do yall care? Women not dating or fucking men means more men for yall right? Raise your chances of being picked. Why do you care if other women decide to step out of the conversation? Get your alpha red pilled man and live happily in peace and leave us alone lol.

The reality is men are reporting being lonely af rn. They aren’t having sex the way past generations did/do. They don’t have deep relationships with their families or other men. They don’t take care of themselves unless they have to keep themselves up for a woman. They don’t make their houses/apartments homes, decorating them, cooking and cleaning and making it feel like a home, etc. Men with wives literally live longer than single men (while the reverse is true for women; married women tend to die earlier than single women).

The data shows time and time again that women will be fine without men while men NEED women to be happy. This is why everyone is freaking out and trying to discourage women and girls from adapting that movement. Hell, many have already declared they won’t date (at least for now) because of how trash men are and have been getting worse over the years. Many women are already doing it! And are reporting they are happy! Happier even than when they were dating!

Men are terrified of the few bombshells they want to guilt and shame into being docile and meek wives will wise up and realize she’s too good for them. These men don’t want the pick mes! They want the sexy women who will fuck them on the first date! They don’t want conservative Christian girls who want to wait until marriage. They don’t want a good girl!

That’s why they lean so heavy into the red pill shit. It’s all a movement meant to try to shame women into thinking she has nothing to offer a man so she’ll settle for his ass. They want women to believe the lie that they are not the prize when women clearly ARE THE PRIZE! And that’s why they’re afraid of this movement. Because what if women decide they won’t fuck in the first date anymore? What if women will dump them over every red flag? It’s not like they should be expected to self reflect and change right? They literally don’t want to do the work to be good partners to women in order to get one, and so their goal is to shame women into accepting their shit. And if women swear off men entirely, won’t even fuck them, how will they ever get laid?????

If you’re straight or bi, seriously consider the 4b movement because this shit got these men TERRIFIED.

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smallpuppy · 2 months

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Realization

My friend and I chatted in the car for three more hours into the early morning the day before he left for his new home out of state.

We had just spent the entire afternoon and evening with our group of friends wandering the city as if we were all carefree teenagers again, though none of us knew one another as teenagers, laughing and memeing with each other. We ended the night chatting in a parking lot rooftop, then carpooled home our separate ways, leaving myself and my young friend alone together once again as I drove him to his family's home. He had spoken several times recently about trying to date someone else which I was happy for. He had never dated before, and he thought that being in his mid-20s he was long overdue for a girlfriend. His choice of words were interesting to me in what he was looking for: "I want someone who is pure." "She should be very modest, you know?" Normally I'd have seen red flags about a guy using this language when it comes to women, but he was extremely respectful of every woman he interacted with, he never said anything demeaning about women, and despite him giving me that look before, that look never had any sexual connotation behind it. As we sat there in the car, I asked him, not for the first time, if he was ace. I remember asking him a couple years ago during a gaming session if he was and he vehemently denied it, but this time he was more curious about the meaning of the word and explained asexuality to him, and he agreed that it described him. "I think people think I'm gay because I've never like, done anything with a woman, you know? No kisses or anything beyond that, but I also don't ever think about sex. Sex has literally never crossed my mind as something I'd enjoy." "But you'd like romance someday, at least?" I asked. "Absolutely, I'd love to spend my life with someone, but I don't want to have to feel like I need to do...that."

I eventually revealed to him that I was polyamorous and what that entailed despite not currently practicing and how it affected me in the past and currently. My friend said he had a feeling something was different about me, though he couldn't explain what and feels like he understands me a lot more than he thought originally and is glad I shared that with him.

And in exchange for me telling him something only a handful of people know, he told me something only his mom, dad, and sister know: his middle name.

I'll be staying with him for a few days (by his suggestion!) in April and I couldn't be happier to see him again so soon, and I feel even better knowing that I'll be staying with someone who I feel 100% safe with, and that he can also feel 100% safe with me.

#rant #friendships

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the-hem · 7 months

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2 Samuel 11 Conclusion: "The Sword that Cuts Both Ways."

What is the morning after in Judaism?

"And this is what Judiasm is all about: It's about the next morning. It's not what happened in the synagogue, it's what happens right afterwards and how we can apply what we have learned to our daily lives, to make them better, more worthwhile, and while we're at it, to improve ourselves."

Is being Jewish really about "self-improvement" or is it "self-realization?" The Torah says the former: There is no such thing as improvement upon the Self. The Self is the same whether there is improvement or not. Once this is understood, one enters a state of superior intellection called Shabbat and then the need for improvements ceases.

In the case of King David, Shabbat took place when he realized the Court was corrupt. A clique formed, and it was leading the people away from the Noachide Laws. David reinstituted the Laws and now he is going to deal with the reasons the clique was gaining popularity in his territory- abuse of power and slavery.

And what do we do with people that do this? And try to end civil rights and protections? We kill them.

David Plans Uriah’s Death

14 The next morning David wrote a letter to Joab "on God's Authority" and made Uriah carry the letter.

15 In the letter David wrote: “Put Uriah on the front lines where the fighting is the hardest. Then leave him there alone, and let him be killed in battle.”

The Gematria says the letter is related to 11786, אאזחו‎ ‎ ‎ "I will rest." The Seventh Letter of the Hebrew Alphabet is zayin which means "a weapon":

"The form of the zayin represents a hand weapon, and explains that zyn means arm, ornament, to arm, to adorn (no references to Scriptures). Fuerst goes after the assumed root זוז (zwz) of the verb זיז (ziz), moving things (like animals) and מזוזה (mezuza), Mezuzah or doorpost. The identical root זוז (zwz) yields זיז (ziz), meaning abundance, fullness."

In order for David's strategy for law and order to work he uses Shabbat as a weapon. By observing Shabbat, he establishes God's authority over the Kingdom, forcing men, women, and children of all ages and stages of evolution that God's Commandments are preeminent. Such would be the beginning the door to enforcement of the expectations for other Decrees.

16 Joab watched the city and saw where the bravest Ammonites were. He chose Uriah to go to that place.

17 The men of the city came out to fight against Joab. Some of David’s men were killed. Uriah the Hittite was one of them.

18 Then Joab sent a report to David about what happened in the battle.

19 Joab told the messenger to tell King David what had happened in the battle. 20 “The king might get upset and ask, ‘Why did Joab’s army go that close to the city to fight? Surely he knows that there are men on the city walls who can shoot arrows down at his men?

21 Surely he remembers that at Thebez a woman killed Abimelech son of Jerub Besheth when she threw the top part of a grinding stone down from the wall. So why did he go that close to the wall?’ If King David says something like that, tell him, ‘Your officer, Uriah the Hittite, also died.’”

22 The messenger went in and told David everything Joab told him to say.

23 The messenger told David, “The men of Ammon attacked us in the field. We fought them and chased them all the way to the city gate. 24 Then the men on the city wall shot arrows at your officers. Some of your officers were killed, including Uriah the Hittite.”

25 David said to the messenger, “Give this message to Joab: ‘Don’t be too upset about this. A sword can kill one person as well as the next. Make a stronger attack against Rabbah and you will win.’ Encourage Joab with these words.”

Arrows are knowledge of the scriptures. Like arrows which only work if they are aimed with great precision, so must one's understanding of religion be completely aligned with that of the masters. If one cannot hit the target with one's knowledge of the Torah, one shall be filled with the arrows of one's enemy and perish.

Such a thing happened to Uriah who did not survive a debate with others whose aim was more true than his own. Messengers tell David what happened.

Messengers, like angels, kings and princes are called Melachim. They are the evidence righteous efforts have come to fruition. This means David's attacks on the clique cost him popularity with some of the people, but it cost his enemy far more.

Uriah's campaign against the Ammonites is likened to another where a woman at Thebez threw rocks at her attackers:

Women= Eve, the accumulation of habits that make men more human instead of less.

Throwing rocks/grinding stones= object lessons learned from the Torah.

Thebez=to be bright, to be able to handle responsibility.

Abimelech son of Jerub Besheth="decide to be a good king. Contend with your private desires and be dignified in public. "

The very common verb ריב (rib) means to strive or contend and ranges from a mere bickering to full scale combat. Noun ריב (rib) means strife, dispute or plea. Noun יריב (yarib) denotes an opponent or adversary. Noun מריבה (meriba) refers to a place or agent of strife or contention.

The verb יבש (yabesh) means to wither (of plants or body parts). Adjective יבש (yabesh) means dry or dried. Nouns יבשה (yabbasha) and יבשת (yabbashet) refer to dry land.

The verb בוש (bosh) means to be ashamed and nouns בושה (busha), בושה (bosha) and בשת (boshet) mean shame. But although these words are usually translated with shame, humility might be a better word:

Noun מבוש (mabosh) is a rare word that appears to describe a man's private parts, but sexual modesty wasn't imposed upon society until modern times. Instead, our noun relates to the ebbing of bodily fluids from parts celebrated for their periodic retention of it.

A man's private and intuitive will was considered seated in his penis, and a flaccid and docile member demonstrated a considerate and cooperative man.

This is also why Greco-Roman statues have such small willies: it reflects the understanding that men of modest private drives form the dry land upon which a society may build her glorious cities.

Walls create secure places where good ideas and thoughts find safe harbor in the mind. Rocks thrown from the top of a wall show discretion, especially where one's kinky baby binky is involved and just might get one trapped in a scandal. Cliques just love it when good men get themselves bogged down by scandals, they can be game changers for them which is why strong walls are a very good idea.

David knew this. He and Bathsheba committed adultery albeit for a good reason and discrediting her husband, Uriah, was very important. So he set Uriah up in a contest he could not win, uses the fact Uriah was sexually abusing his slaves, wins the hearts of the people, and Bathsheba, the Seven Oaths become law.

This is where the saying about the "sword that cuts both ways" comes from, but it works only if you're the one holding the sword.

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scentedchildnacho · 10 months

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David asked me if I thought downloading media was a problem so i asked him if he ever read Richard wright

He was an author that saw all this racial violence before he became a communist activist in Chicago and he as quoted found normalcy one of the worst things you can do to someone

So I hear in the statement you asking me if electronic work inherently causes cancer...so I would say you can't inherently know that about everything people do

I think he found behaviour control to be about good n wording people

I think that's maybe true religion has a judeo African basis to ritual behaviour control

I make it because I don't ask people for unreasonable things my family was veterans and public services so truly poverty doesn't bother me that much I was given and so I should obviously then help serve the nation in some way....I have found that I have a reasonable sensibility about what I request from others

After seven years of street poverty and attacks from police I find that a misery and cruelty now though and I find it difficult to keep forgiving......and kind of just don't want people to touch me in anyway anymore ever again...

It's started to make me feel severe pain don't touch my food don't touch my water don't touch my product don't touch me

David thought there is a large United States homeless population so I said no David that's not true at all there has to be an actual emergentcy to keep shelter labor crime

There was maybe only 20 women in Las Cruces I saw victimized by terrorist claims of forced street hostaging....and no one of that downtown cult would finally lay on them like a priest in a l.a. riot and pray for their creepy Nike lives to stop murdering people

The men are not homeless David their homosexuals and cops abused them and blamed them for disease.....

The sports at nmsu was exposed I guess for pretty heinous rapes....police violence David not homelessness

Yea uhm I pray that something that keeps forcing women and children to that pool finally stops to them.....and Andrea said it's watching the kids play together Kathryn.....so I said I know Andrea but people tell me they are from places like Washington and Texas....so they have wealth communities and private home friend pools is just something boring what would force them all here together that's not wanted....

What tells them to stop believing they have people who do complete their rent and energy credits and would prefer to treat them to more dignity and privacy

Phoenix is a huge heat bomb so I believe them people attacked them to make them crowd here that way...

I pray all the time they realize they can go home...

Andrea was trying to direct me to a shelter for a shower so I said.....uhm actually I am being sainted to put all those kids here first.....and if they can't finally realize their liberation I have to keep being stalked out of accomodations for kids

He is a worst pimp a very violent keg if I ask for anything common or humane he tells me he will hurt kids Andrea

I was like the heat wave has to end Andrea and all these people feel capable of leaving and then I may finally be alone to experience resources as beneath a winning people

That's the cars right they won the life choices game but these resources aren't beneath them?

Why aren't they snobbier about who can pool their kid?....

Something about the kids guardians is too bad also they hover over everything the kids do....if I had to go to the pool I was dropped off and people were like trust worthy why do all those adults keep going into the pool with the kids?

I mean how do your people's expect lenience in courtrooms if in poverties time of need you kept dumping emissions on us....none of you would find my selfishness correct and reduce traffick...

I mean that one lady with squeaky brakes was like 80 years old....and she had like relevant issues to not have her car fixed I don't see that in a lot of these people's cruelty on me

Andrea said she can't live in fear she leaves her car keys in her car and doesn't lock doors so I told her my world is undocumented so people around you here do steal a lot of stuff very compulsive fit in clepto theft people around here cannot afford that....

Their very compulsively popular there is very severe alcoholism sex work and clepto problems around you here.....

The peace I have for you is criminals do go neurotic and psychotic and you have to keep your car locked or they will just take it and blame you when the cops beat them up....so keep your car locked or a criminal could get very very injured...

Their criminals and you have to manage your property at all times....

Like maybe the perp felt like they were dying and just took it to finally not feel that and a cop killed them....a lot of criminals are physically handicapped...

I told David I never went into sex work because I had friends who tried and it made them cry and they tried to tell me men I kind of needed or depended on were worse people then being men or situations just kind of factless were in some way intentionally damaging to them.....so I prefer facts not sex work

So after having to experience confusion over who people are or what happened I do prefer when sex does just get away from me to not being my business

I do pray for myself that I believe lgbt there are lots of jobs and there isn't someone that wants to hate beat and rape me into something I'm not about some cruel food coffee job that life is not that incriminating and people want to afford me for what I actually do....

That's me about selfish what I actually am as a hospitality is way more hygienic then a food job

I'm actually too injured to tolerate turning a table and people at my job place could come for dinner and I wouldn't monitor if they didn't leave till morning or got drunk in a spare bed they didn't pay for....

Women don't do that to their family or communities so why tolerate a job where things are gross and usurped in bleach

Because the Africans tell me to believe it's all a cult to claim I can't just do stuff I want.....and I believe every theory ever that you have to fight or people sex offend

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