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Mr Shin is terrible but he has good tastes in shoes.
Sorry not sorry.
#little women kdrama#little women netflix#the shoes he bought for these poor women?#i like them very much
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i actually do kinda like delivering groceries on the side because it gives me such a unique cross-section of the community. i never know whose groceries im shopping for until i finish the delivery and see them/their home and it's like it adds more detail to the picture of who they are. the baby supplies going to the apartment that i know for a fact is one bedroom (they'll be moving soon - i bet they're apartment hunting, i hope they find a place). the new cat litter box, bowl, and kitten food going to the house covered in "i <3 my dog" paraphernalia (a kitten definitely showed up on the porch recently and made itself at home). the fairly healthy boring grocery order that includes an incongruous tub of candy-filled ice cream going to the home of an elderly woman with toddler toys in the yard (it's clearly for her grandkids, whom she sees often).
shopping for someone else's groceries is a fairly intimate thing. i've bought condoms and pregnancy tests, allergy medicine and nyquil, baby benadryl and teething gel, a huge pile of veggies paired with an equally huge pile of junk food, tampons and shampoo and closet organizers and ant traps and deodorizing shoe inserts and a million other little things that tell a million different stories in their endless combinations. one time someone had me buy one single green bean. i messaged them to confirm that's actually what they wanted, and they said yes - neither of them liked green beans very much, but they had a baby they were introducing to solid foods, and they wanted to let him try one to see if he liked them. another time i had someone request 50 fresh roma tomatoes - not for a restaurant, but for a person in an apartment. the kitchen behind them smelled like basil and garlic when they opened the door. another time i brought groceries to three elderly blind women who share a house. that was one of the few times i have ever broken my rule and gone inside a place i've delivered to, because they asked if i could place the grocery bags in a specific location in the kitchen for them to work on unloading and there was no way i was going to refuse helping.
i gripe about the poor tippers, but people can also be incredibly kind. one time i took shelter from a sudden vicious hailstorm inside an older lady's home in a trailer park, while i was in the middle of delivering her groceries. we both huddled just inside the door, watching in shock as golf-ball-sized hail swept through for about five minutes and then disappeared. she handed me an extra $10 bill on my way out the door.
when covid was at its deadliest, people would leave extra (often lysol-scented) cash tips and thank-you notes for me taped to the door or partially under the mat. i especially loved the clearly kid-drawn thank you notes with marker renderings of blobby people in masks, or trees, or rainbows. in summer of 2020 i delivered to a nice older couple who lived outside of town in the hills, and they insisted i take a huge double handful of extra disposable gloves and masks to wear while shopping - those were hard to find in stores at the time, but they wanted me to have some of their supply and wouldn't take no for an answer.
anyway. all this to say people are mostly good, or at least trying to be, despite my complaints.
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President Sisi, how can you say Jews were not persecuted in Egypt?
Once numbering 80 – 100,000, there are fewer than a handful of Jews left in Egypt. Yet ‘Jews were never persecuted in Egypt,’ President Sisi of Egypt declared to US secretary of state Anthony Blinken. Here is Edmond Haddad’s response in JNS News:
Carefree days on Abu Kir beach in Egypt in 1938 (History of Egyptian Jews Facebook page)
Let me tell you about oppression and persecution: In 1947, my uncle went to prison for 15 months for purchasing a train ticket to Tel Aviv. In 1948, my father broke his arm trying to prevent the burning of his factory. He was beaten in 1950 because of his religion.
In May of 1956, Jews employed by Egyptian public institutions were sent on vacation, then dismissed. When he announced the blockade of Akaba, then-Egyptian President Gamal Abdel Nasser dared the “Jews” to come—not Zionists or Israelis, but Jews. On Nov. 23, 1956, Egypt’s Minister of Religious Affairs declared, “All Jews are Zionists and enemies of the state.” Imams read this statement in mosques across Egypt.
In 1962, I went to the bank with my mother to open a savings account. After the teller saw on my identification card that I was Jewish, he threw the money I gave him back at me and told me that Jews could not have savings accounts in Egypt. Muslim teachers in my school often told us that Jews were not wanted in Egypt, so we’d better not talk in class.
In 1967, all Jewish homes and property were confiscated. All male Jews were put in detention camps for anywhere from six months to three years. Just before Nasser died, all the prisoners were deported and their families expelled.
I summarize two eyewitness accounts from my cousin Gamliel and Ibrahim Farhi, who were both imprisoned in Egyptian detention centers: The police arrested all Jewish males over the age of 18. Their businesses, cars, furniture and possessions were confiscated or auctioned off. The prisoners were taken to Abu Zaabal prison. “No one was called by their name there,” I was told. There were no watches, no shoes and only women’s names for the prisoners. The prisoners were forced to undress and run around the yard while the guards beat them. Their heads were shaved. Most were raped. They were fed white cheese full of worms and bread full of bugs. For six months, their families didn’t know if their loved ones were dead or alive. This torture continued day and night. Nasser released them only in June 1970.
At the time, Egyptian Jews were of mixed education, wealth, religious observance and political beliefs. The wealthier members of the community founded banks, owned department stores and traveled freely abroad because they could afford the bribes required. Most Jews were stateless, because their applications for Egyptian citizenship were almost always denied.
Many Jews converted to Christianity or Islam and tried to assimilate. Jews spoke several languages, but not Hebrew. They were often ambivalent about the State of Israel. Some spoke against Israel even after they were expelled from Egypt. Most of the middle-class and wealthy Jews immigrated to the U.S., Brazil, Argentina and France. Most of the poor Jews immigrated to Israel.
In Egypt, Jews were continually harassed, insulted and mocked. The secret police would knock on their doors in the middle of the night and ask them when they were leaving Egypt. Had they bought their tickets? They had better leave within a week or else. Over 35,000 Jews left or were expelled after the 1956 war. By 1967, there were about 2,000 Jews left in Egypt. Today, there are only two Jews in the entire country.
President Sisi, although you and some of leaders of the Egyptian military have close relations with Israel, most Egyptians continue to hate Israel and Jews. In 2016, a member of the Egyptian group Tawfik Okasha was physically attacked and expelled because he invited an Israeli diplomat to his home for dinner. A 2023 survey of Arabs living in countries that have signed peace agreements with Israel found that 84% don’t support the agreements.
President Sisi, how can you honestly say that Jews were not targeted in Egypt or other Arab and Muslim countries? While living in Egypt, I was ashamed of being Jewish. I was a slave in Egypt and did not realize I was free after we left. I missed my home, school and “comfortable” life. It took years for me to realize that my life changed for the better because I could now live as a Jew and be proud of my heritage.
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Thoughts on Disco Elysium:
Went into the game completely blind other than the obvious "inner speech characterisation" thing and the following
The game calls you a centerist if you don't pick a political stance
Our lucky racist will grant you 3 wishes
Lamby
There's something with this Cuno kid
Drove his own car into the sea
Kim Kimball Kitsuragi
And that's it
Thoughts:
Grabbed the horrific necktie so quick I didn't even do the skill check and was wondering why the tie wasn't speaking to me
I thought the inner monolouge voice was his actual voice. Until the karaoke part.
Loved how the game lets you call yourself Raphael as an option at every point in the game despite multiple characters calling him Harry. I never once made him call himself Harry.
I didn't believe the ex wife thing one bit. Still don't. Genuinely think it's just part of his mind acting up. After all if he forgot everything how can I trust that this one supposed memory of his is real
Didn't drink or use speed at all. Bought one pack of smokes just to set the paint on fire.
Didn't go after any women because I thought he was homosexual by default and was wondering when I could romance Kim (didn't know homosexuality had to be unlocked first)
^also why I didn't buy the ex wife thing one bit. That and half light insisting that I don't pursue the thought
"A major part of being a communist is arguing with other communists"
The part about the game developer being fired from his own company
Died in the chair about 5 times because I didn't know the number above the health bars was the number of heals I had at the time (2) and not an indicator of my maximum health (also 2). Also didn't know how to heal
Bought about 20-25 health pills just to tank the ruby encounter only for her to run away before I used most of it
Lady who bought the pawned gun straight up didn't spawn. Like I could hear the police sirens at the spot where she was supposed to be but there was no one there
I thought Kim would get shot no matter what but apparently not. Raphael got shot in the leg and Kim was hit on the head
Softlocked myself from the ice cream maker machine and had to forget a skill to retry it
Didn't buy any dice or sneakers or speakers
Didn't know it at the time but I learnt indirect modes of taxation and had the +1 shoes on so I was getting 2 real every time I talked to someone and had more money than I ever needed
Gym guy (sunday friend's friend) actually noticed I was wearing the hat I knicked from his room which was cool
There is no way Cunoesse's last name is actually "vittu"
Royalty free alternate universe Karl Marx
Measurehead finally got off the gangway and it turns out you can't even press the button. And the box behind him there all this time only had 1.10 real in it. SAD!
The fact that there even is an option to shoot Cunoesse
Was hoping Kim would wear the matching PISSFAGGOT jacket (he didn't)
Ran about shoeless on the first day. Found the balcony shoe just before debreifing with Kim. Then found the shoe in the starting room.
Thought there would be more to Contact Mike but no Raphael just confuses one poor girl about it
Didn't buy the map until day 3 and didn't figure out how fast travel worked until day 5
Is the expression rigor mortis? Did he have The Expression during all that? Even the gunfight?
The pawn shop owner is the only character that responds to you having a torch in your hand. Also cool detail where if the cursor is in front of Raphael the torch will shine in the direction of the cursor
Paid 20 real for the motel room first thing in the morning before I realised I had free accomodation for the night at the pier
Not much to say about the harbour since my screen fucking died
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The Makioka Sisters by Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, translated by Edward G. Seidensticker, can be a bit of a slog. At 562 pages, this book tells the story of four sisters of an old, noble Osaka family. The main plot is Austen-esque: trying to get the 3rd sister, quiet Yukiko, married despite the high, almost snobbish standards of the old Makioka family, so that poor, modern, outgoing Taeko (affectionately called "Koi-san") can marry her long-time lover. As marriage negotiations continue to fall through for Yukiko, Taeko gets increasingly impatient, and older sister Sachiko worries that her behavior will bring ruin to the family name.
I first, fittingly, began reading this book on the train from Osaka to Tokyo. It was covered by a flowery book cover I bought from a children's library on Nakanoshima island. Despite my best efforts, it took me more than a weekend to get through the hefty paperback.
Making Sachiko our central protagonist gives us an unreliable narrator in an intriguing way: her sensitive, traditional mindset leaves the reader both nostalgic and frustrated in turns. The book's biggest weakness was long, hefty paragraphs that could be repetitive from other sections. I suspect this comes from it being serialized and published in parts. I think the book would have benefited from multiple point-of-views. Sachiko is the perfect representative of the old family, but her actions were often snobbish and cold, and it would have been interesting to have her unreliability interrogated by having Taeko's point of view as well, here and there.
Its biggest strength is to be read between the lines. Over the events of this book, which seem so couched in dated tradition and formality, loom hints of austerity measures and rumors that mark the impending shoe drop of Japan entering World War II. There's a sense (reinforced by the book's Japanese title, "lightly falling snow," which can refer to the falling cherry blossoms, a season of beauty short-lived and always destined to end each year) of impermanence around the entire book. This is a way of life about to be obliterated by world events.
It's worth noting that the government actually stopped the publication of this book in 1943 because “The novel goes on and on detailing the very thing we are most supposed to be on our guard against during this period of wartime emergency: the soft, effeminate, and grossly individualistic lives of women.” All of this gives the novel a very specific wash as a frozen moment in time destined to be swept away. Its ending carries a sort of sadness to it: without spoilers, Sachiko feels confident that the future is set, but World War II is about to change everything for her family and country.
Even in the book itself, many holidays, festivals, and traditional arts and celebrations are being reeled back in light of the Second Sino-Japanese War. All of the book's readers during and after World War II would have recognized this acutely, and I suspect that feeling of loss and nostalgia for a traditional Japan (in all its good and bad) was a huge contributor to making this book a classic.
As for the ending, the book's pacing was steady throughout, less like a flight (with a take-off, stabilization, and descent) and more like a train ride, straight across with a few interesting stops. The ending felt like getting off one stop before the train's final destination. Unceremonious, and it feels like the story keeps going straight ahead, but you're hurried off the train anyway. The events of the last three pages were large compared to a lot of others in the book that got entire chapters, and yet Tanizaki breezes over them and leaves us, it almost feels, mid-paragraph. I did like the bittersweetness he tries to leave us with, but the final sentence felt very low-energy for being the final words of a 500+ page book.
Content warnings for misogyny, ableism, classism, mental illness.
#the makioka sisters#jun'ichirō tanizaki#japanese literature#books in translation#classics#global literature#world classics#historical fiction#my book reviews#reading while wandering japan
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What's interesting about hetalia is that it's actually not all harmful stereotypes overall. Most countries are portrayed more or less close to reality, and people from them admit it.
However, when it comes to Ukraine, the most desirable by russia land - something suddenly changes, and we have this stupid, poor and blonde russia's sister - not actual Ukraine. When it comes to Belarus - suddenly, we have this malicious bitch who wants to marry russia - not actual Belarus. When it comes to Latvia - we have this spineless crybaby, russia's lackey - not actual Latvia. When it comes to Lithuania - we have a sexualised poor maiden without his own culture who grovels before russia - not actual Lithuania.
Why are these countries' portrayals so misleading if others are being portrayed more or less okay? What was the reason? What for is the contrast so big yet so unobvious to foreigners? To make people all over the world not believe us in case russia invades us? What did we do to deserve this? This is not just historical inaccuracy, this is straight-up misinformation and russian propaganda.
Google clears any information about sold manga copies very well, because they probably realised they fucked up. Although, most likely they just "changed the shoes", since Ukraine refused to die.
Look, there are lots of harmless stereotypes, like Belaruthians who love potatoes or Ukrainians who love borshch, Latvians who love sport, Lithuanians who love nature - and there is A LOT of information you can find being a Japanese WHO STUDIED IN NEW YORK CITY if you put a little bit more effort, to make your characters more accurate, more interesting. I highly doubt that New York would not have any books about never-soviet countries, considering how many migrants from the USSR there were, and how many Americans hate communism.
However, there are actually very harmful stereotypes, for example, about never-soviet countries being russia's siblings. We should have started sounding the alarm. Even back then, in the 2010s' we felt our portrayal was wrong. So terribly wrong - but we had no reason to yell about that before because until 2014, russia didn't invade others. And we were russified, and we tried to befriend russia because we believed they were also happy with the USSR breakdown.
There is literally one logical explanation to Himaruya's behaviour. All those sudden changes in early concepts of russia and Belarus, sudden disappearance of Ukraine and Belarus from the manga completely, as if they do not exist, this hilarious fixation on Brexit when the biggest event (in Eastern Europe for 100%) was the russian invasion of Ukraine in 2014. All of it can be explained by one simple word: money. He was simply bought by russia. Russia spends billions on misinformation, bots, and missiles. Of course, they couldn't have missed such a profitable cow as some clueless dropout, popular in USA Hidekaz Himaruya.
Anon once asked how I could attack Himaruya if he just draws stuff. Well, Margarita Simonyan, the chief editor of the information agency "Russia Today", director of the TV channel "Russia Today", who just says stuff, who wasn't well-known in the USA at all, and even now is probably unknown, who most likely never shot Ukrainian children herself, is officially considered a war criminal. Do you know why? Maria Lvova-Belova, who wasn't well-known before 2022 in the USA, who just says stuff like "I'm helping Ukrainian children to adapt in new russian families" is OFFICIALLY CONSIDERED A WAR CRIMINAL. Can you guess why? These two women are considered war criminals, and they weren't widespread in the USA, unlike Hidekaz Himaruya, who officially sold more than 40 million copies of his manga worldwide.
I'm not saying that we should crucify Himaruya or file a complaint against him to the International Court of Justice. I'm saying that we should add him to Myrotvoretz since his actions "have signs of crimes against the national security of Ukraine, peace, human security and international law".
#hetalia#hws aph ukraine#hws aph belarus#hws aph latvia#hws aph lithuania#stop russian aggression#support ukraine#genocide of ukrainians#russia is a terrorist state
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"And They Were Roommates" Part II
Lestat De Lioncourt x Louis De Pointe Du Lac
General Audiences
Warnings: None. Crack. Lestat being a little shit. Coffee as a weapon of massive destruction and psychological warfare. Sophisticated methods of mind control and manipulation. Sus!Louis. Emotional slut!Lestat. The Nile as more than just a river in Egypt. Wet dreams. Armand as Lestat’s favorite sleep paralysis demon.
This chaper was written by the incredibly talented @faerywhimsy so you can expect to enjoy this one even more than the last one 😘
MY MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST
Chapter 2: The Saboteur
Lestat had spoken to Alice on campus. Without Daniel around or even being the wiser. Lestat didn’t even go here, but if his mother worked as a senior professor in women’s studies, he would be damned if he was supposed to stay away on one of his afternoons off.
He hadn’t intended to speak to Alice, but when he saw her he recognised her as being from some random party Armand invited Louis to. The expression on Alice’s face that afternoon, however, had been foreboding as fuck.
Lestat hadn’t been able to resist stepping up to her, ostensibly to cheer her up.
A friend in need was, after all, a friend indeed.
Hands in pockets, a tight white shirt showing off trim pectorals, Lestat sauntered up behind his new friend Alice and tapped her lightly on the shoulders.
She spun around quickly, a frown still on her face and it took longer than Lestat expected—even after she looked at him—for it to fade away.
“Oh,” she uttered. “It’s you.”
Lestat did not like that.
You, she said. As though Lestat was merely some mud Alice had found on her shoe. It wasn’t even a nice shoe she was wearing. Faded sneakers with a hole beginning to emerge from one of the toes. And at least Lestat was kind enough to remember her name!
“You seem to be having a bad day,” Lestat said, pouring out both sympathy and charisma as was reserved only for those who had obnoxiously pissed Lestat off. “May I be allowed to buy you a drink?”
He watched as Alice hesitated, as though, and then nodded. Poor college students were always the same. Lestat vividly remembered the time Armand had expressed concern for the poor eating habits he could not help but notice from Daniel. He’d been even more dejected when Daniel claimed he couldn’t afford to eat until the following week.
At least until he’d decided on his own way to ensure Daniel was fed.
Lestat stepped alongside Alice towards a coffee cart and told her she may order anything her little heart desired. While she considered the menu before stepping up to the barista to place said order, Lestat gazed off idly towards the middle distance.
“You know,” Lestat murmured, as they both wandered away together with whipped cream concoctions in both their hands. “I have been surprised to hear how well you put up with Armand.”
He didn’t meet her eyes as the words left his mouth, but he could feel it when Alice turned her head sharply to face him.
“What do you mean?”
Lestat could tell she was doing her best to continue to be polite to him as she asked. He had, after all, just bought her the drink that was still chilling her hands.
“Oh, you know.” Here Lestat made sure to meet Alice’s eyes. Her brow furrowed and she dipped her head to suck on her straw, which Lestat took as express permission to begin to solve the problem that had been plaguing him ever since Armand had realised he desired is housemate. After all, Alice had been so rude to him. “Armand has never been very good at staying on one side of a line. You need to remind Daniel to be firm with his boundaries, if you know what I mean.”
Two birds, one stone.
That was how it started.
Lestat was smiling by the time Louis walked into their apartment and saw him sitting on the couch.
“Uh oh,” Louis said. “I know that look. What trouble have you caused?”
“Trouble? Moi?” Lestat’s blond eyebrows all but vanished into his hairline as he portrayed his unwavering innocence.
Louis crossed his arms, not falling for this at all. They had been together far too long for that. “If I wasn’t sure you were up to something before now, I certainly am now.”
He stood there by the doorway, instead of joining Lestat on the couch, wordlessly determined that Lestat would speak before he would get to enjoy his lover’s embrace.
Lestat pouted. “I have only sought to help out our friend, and your ex-lover, Armand.”
“Help him how,” Louis demanded.
“I may have walked into Alice today.”
Louis sagged, though he did take a step closer towards the couch, which was a win for Lestat. “Lestat.”
Lestat’s eyebrows lifted once more. “Mon amour?”
“Don’t you ‘mon amour’ me. I see right through you.”
“You do?” Lestat stood. “And what do you see?” he asked, stepping closer towards Louis, even taking one of Louis’ hands into his own when Louis tried to use it to push Lestat back. Lestat only drew that hand towards his mouth for the lightest of kisses.
It was only later that very same night that a picture of Blade Runner playing on a flat screen made its way to being posted on Armand’s feed. And, if one looked very carefully, one could make out in the reflection of that screen the clear image of Armand and Daniel curled together on a couch.
Lestat smiled. “That was quick,” he murmured under his breath.
Beside him in their bed, Louis looked over his shoulder. There were no secrets between they two after all.
And that was all he was thinking of, at least until Louis said, “Lestat, have you ever asked yourself why you are so invested in Armand’s relationships?”
“Why, because he is your ex-lover, and still a dear friend,” Lestat said.
“Uh huh.”
Lestat inclined his head. Admitting what he had to say next would cast him in a less flattering light, but it seemed clear to him now that Louis would settle for no less than exactly that. “Very well. It is also that Armand has been speaking about Daniel and how they were only roommates for months now. I tire of it, Louis, I tire of it! Armand has harped on about Daniel all the way to my last nerve!”
Louis was still looking at him with those unblinking brown eyes.
Lestat’s mouth twisted. “Also, I may have come across Alice today on campus.”
“Aha,” Louis murmured, without any usual emphasis. Merely a quiet understanding.
Lestat rushed to explain himself. “It was not just Armand on my mind! She was rude to me. Alice.”
“I’m sure she was.” Was that the slightest hint of pity in Louis’ tone now? Lestat hoped it was. It would be far more pleasant to deal with than Louis’ disbelief and pushes to admit to something more.
Simply put, there was no more for Lestat to admit to.
Louis continued to gaze at Lestat for a few moments longer. It was not an amorous look, though Lestat wished it was. Eventually, Louis nodded and began to turn away. “Daniel is a very attractive man,” he said, for all the world as though what Daniel looked like hardly mattered to him.
Yet, if that was so, why on earth would his Louis mention it?
“I suppose…” Lestat said, eying his beloved.
But then there was just the back of Louis’ head on the pillow illuminated by the lamp on Lestat’s side of the bed.
“Louis?” Lestat asked, feeling somewhat at a loss. Louis didn’t reply. “Louis, why would you say that?”
“Say what, Lestat?” Louis asked.
“Why would your last words to me this evening be about Daniel’s attractiveness?” Lestat asked him, huffing just a little bit at the end.
Louis just yawned, not even turning on his side of the bed to come to face him. “Lestat, it is growing late. If you cannot figure out, then I cannot tell you. Perhaps speaking to Armand would be your best route to understanding.” And with that confounding statement, Louis would truly say no more.
Lestat was determined he would do exactly that!
The next day, Lestat checked his socials and found Alice’s relationship status had changed from ‘in a relationship’ to ‘single’. It made him smile, until he remembered his Louis’ words from the night before, and then that smile turned to a frown.
He pushed his phone back into his pocket until it began to ring. Armand’s name flashed across his lock screen and Lestat’s heart jumped.
Then his eyes widened.
He immediately felt the need to speak to Louis.
The front door crashed shut behind him later on that day and Lestat was beyond gladdened that his amour had returned home before him on this night.
“Louis,” Lestat called. “Louis!”
“I am just in here,” Louis said back, stepping out of the bathroom where he’d clearly just come out of the shower, a towel still around his shoulders. “Jeez.”
Lestat felt flushed and flustered, a state that only seemed more obvious to him from the settled, comfortable expression on Louis’ features.
“Armand has invited the two of us around to his and Daniel’s place tonight,” Louis continued while Lestat simply stood there with his mouth half open like a fish. “He said he already called you to say the same.”
Again, that traitorous feeling in his heart. Armand had called Lestat to speak with him before he had called to Louis. What did it mean?
It could mean nothing! He loved Louis and Louis only. Lestat had promised as much after all that nasty business with Antoinette.
“I see,” Lestat said, lowering his head and doing his best to appear unmoved. “And do you wish to go?”
“There’s no reason not to,” Louis answered. “They are our friends, after all.”
“Of course, of course.”
“Unless…” And here Louis paused. “There is something, some reason, you would prefer to stay in instead?”
“Alice changed her relationship status to single!” Lestat blurted out.
This surprised Louis. His eyebrows rose. “Oh, I suppose that’s why Armand’s invited us over. Daniel must be…”
“I am willing to bet with you that Daniel has already been otherwise detained from whatever emotion you believe he must be feeling,” Lestat said, these words too coming out in a rush.
In response to this, Louis’ eyebrows lowered back down. “Lestat? Your continued investment in my ex’s love life is beginning to grow disturbing. ... Why?”
If Louis thought it disturbing already, Lestat could never hope to tell him the truth. Or a version of the truth. Whatever version it was that had his heart trotting along in time with Armand’s attention. It was something that must be tamped down. Something Lestat would never acknowledge.
Lestat forced himself to calm down, gentling his expression into a casual smile. “Oh, it is the same reason I do anything, mon cher. It is the aesthetic. They look so good together. They will make each other happy.”
"I see," said Louis, in much the same tone Lestat had said it just earlier. "So there's no reason we shouldn't go over to see them tonight?"
"Non, not at all, mon coeur." Lestat shook his head and pasted a smile to his face.
It was only that evening, after Louis and Lestat returned from the home Armand and Daniel shared that Lestat was plagued with images of an unspeakable nature.
There was an intensity in Armand's eyes as he gazed at Lestat across the room. Daniel and Louis were talking to one another, completely unaware of the expression on Armand's face. But Lestat was aware. Lestat was keenly aware.
"Does this make you uncomfortable, Lestat?" Armand asked, and his voice was lower, more silky, than Lestat thought he had ever heard it in life.
"N-non," Lestat replied.
This seemed to somehow be the wrong answer to make, because Armand's smile grew wide. Armand had not even touched him yet, but Lestat could feel the flickering effect of Armand's determined attention in areas of his body he could not think about right then.
Louis and Daniel were still both unaware of Armand. How was it possible they remained so unaware?
"Don't worry yourself with Daniel," Armand told him, when he saw Lestat's gaze flickering that way.
"C'est L-Louis," Lestat stuttered.
Armand gave a soft chuckle deep in his throat. "I wouldn't worry about that either. Louis knows me well. Has he ever told you...?"
And then white noise gathered in Lestat's ears, stopping him from hearing whatever information Armand would impart to him, even at the same time as he craved to know it. Lestat even leaned forward, closer to Armand, striving to hear the words that so elluded him.
"... things I would do to you," Armand concluded, and the promise—fractured as it was—in his words made Lestat's toes curl. "Things you would let me do."
And then he reached out to touch his fingertips to Lestat's cheekbone. Lestat knew he had amazing facial structure, and the look on Armand's eyes as he touched him said he appreciated it. Lestat had not even realised he had sat so close. There was just the hint of a carefully manicured nail scratching against his jaw before Armand pulled away. Lestat's lips parted, throat dry. How could he do these things in front of Louis. How could Louis not notice?
Lestat woke up suddenly, his sheets tangled around his legs and feeling so painfully hard that he cringed. Blissfully unaware of it all, in life as in dream, Louis slept on.
"Amour," Lestat whispered to Louis, to himself, alone in the dark.
He had to continue to keep this away from Louis.
How could he continue to keep this away from Louis?
#interview with the vampire#amc iwtv#lestat de lioncourt#louis de pointe du lac#fanfiction#loumand#humor
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𝙄𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙩
"𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢."
BASICS
Name: Ismene Halime Fazilet
Birthday: 12th of October, 1955
Zodiac sign: Virgo
Weight: 63kg
Height: 1.62m
Religion: Muslim, converted to Anglicanism
Eye colour: Blue
Hair colour: Warm brown
Faceclaim: Saadet Aksoy
FAMILY
Mother: Zeynep Dilruba Fazilet, neé Ciçek
Intelligent, cunning and from a wealthy family, Zeynep was an intelligent and cunning woman who sought to marry someone who matched her intelligence, not her riches, and by god (or as they say, InshAllah) she found it in her husband. They were an incredible match and respected each other greatly. They had in 1955 their daughter Ismene, and tried for a son. Unfortunately, it was born dead, and after the difficult deliveries, they settled on her. But Zeynep was a difficult and controlling mother, and thus, Ismene ran away from home in 1969 to first Berlin, then London.
Father: Murat Ferit Fazilet
Murat was a sensible and wise man who was quick to match intelectually with Zeynep. He was fond of her and always remained by her side, however, as a father, he was emotionally unavailable and Ismene found herself alone in a mansion. When she ran away in 1969, it took him a while to find out.
Other relatives: None
Friends: Tatiana Primrose Somerset
Tatiana, compared to Ismene, was no great beauty by any means, but she was as cunning and perspicacious, and was quick to repeat the wise words of her great-grandmother Primrose “Viscountesses have no time to cry. Hold your head up, and don’t let them see your fear. You can’t be weak here. Be strong, and eat the sharks before they eat you.” Determined to show that she was not some weak girl they could bully, she became influential in her own right, gaining a little power within the estate.
Significant Other: Charles Vincent Somerset
Ismene and Charles met by chance. Her cat had escaped and was attracted to Charles’s food, and was quick to try to steal it. Ismene arrived in time and started a chain of apologies to him. Mesmerized by her beauty and intrigued by her, and seeing her lost within the city of London, he quickly said he didn’t mind, bought food to her cat and a drink to Ismene.
Charles fell for her right there, listening to her, speaking of anything and everything. They spent months together, and soon she, too, fell head over the heels for him. He introduced her to his sisters, Tatiana and Meghan, and both were charmed by her.
He brought her to Winbourne on a summer of 1970 and declared to his mother, Millicent, that he loved her and she’d be her succesor. Millicent, weary of how easily he had fell for her, was quick to interrogate her, only to find out that she was a poor, innocent girl who had fallen for a man who bore big shoes, as she wrote in her diary later that night.
In 1973, she gave birth to a girl, Valentina. She was a beautiful little girl, and she was the apple of their eye. Unlike her predecessors, they didn’t have to worry about having a son, having had three women running the estate. They trained her from birth to become a modern lady, but still with some traditions of the older generations.
It took her a while to get accustomed to the English ways, and she always was on the charming and alluring Millicent until her death in 1997. She did not live to see her great-granddaughters born.
Ismene wasn’t fond of politics, and was homely and motherly, preferring to stay out of it, but still had great influence over her husband and was his closest advisor, she didn’t mind being in his shadow, for she had still relevance on many fronts. She was rather savvy in impressing the press who loved to write about nobles and people close to their circle. She bettered relations with the Alderly family, making direct friends, like her predecessor, Primrose, had done.
She lives to this day, retired in a home in the grounds of Winbourne with nothing but nature and peace with her husband.
PERSONALITY
Overall personality: Ismene is calm, quiet, a bit shy but smart, a good listener and her calm and kind aura attracts people and many share their thoughts with her. She also isn’t prone to get angry, but when she does, nothing can hold her back.
Positive traits: Kind, calm, smart, good listener
Negative traits: Quiet, reserved and takes a long time to truly speak her mind
Guilty pleasure: Greek food (she grew up deep into the conflict and feels like she’s betraying her origins by eating the food that is absolutely delicious)
HOMETOWN
Istambul, Turkiye (1955-1969)
Ismene grew up in a mansion in the rich neighbourhood of Istambul, lacking nothing save the love and attention of her ever-busy parents. She had her nannies, though, and all the toys in the world, but never knew a mother’s warm hug and became reserved, afraid to speak her mind. With time, she’d become more confident.
Winbourne Estate, Leeds, England (1970-Today)
Ismene arrived at the impressive mansion of Winbourne in 1970, still a poor innocent girl who had fallen for a powerful man, unbeknownst to her until she saw the mansion and knew this was serious. She was a bit harshly interrogated by her future mother-in-law, only to see that she was, indeed, a poor innocent girl from a foreign country who had been roped into shaky sands.
The lord’s sisters helped her and trained her to one day succeed Millicent, and was happy to be in the shadows, doing the real work, especially with their neighbours and the press. Her maternal and kind side soon made them fall for her and was and is still beloved by the press.
In 1997, tragedy struck with the sudden death of Millicent Somerset in a car crash, and Ismene had to make a statement of her death. She had never spoke for so many people and flashing cameras, but braved herself and made a moving speech, full of sweet words and respect towards her mother-in-law. A year later, her two granddaughters, Diana and Beatrice were born. She was especially fond of Beatrice, and had been a rock to her son-in-law, Caiden Solace ( @camillejeaneshphm ), for he reminded her of her younger self: young, innocent and in love with someone powerful and the complete opposite of them. She doted on them and, when the time came, both she and her husband stepped out and allowed them to run the estate. They’re both alive to this day and live in a small cottage in the grounds of Winbourne.
BACKSTORY
Ismene Halime Fazilet was born of Zeynep and Murat Fazilet, two ambitious and over-achieving people who were always too busy for their only child, raised by strict nannies and all the entertainment in the world, never from their parents.
Tired of it, in 1969, she ran away first to Berlin, where she stayed for a few weeks until a friend advised her to live a better life in England. She did so, and thus came into England with only 3.000 pounds on her account and a chonky and grumpy cat who loved food a little bit too much.
One day, while job-hunting in London, her cat escaped and tried to steal a man’s food. Instead of being angry at her cat, he offered them some food, and fell for her instantly.
And the rest, is history.
MISC
Ismene brought the image of a kind, more open mother who was closer to her children and prioritised happiness and freedom of choice over duty. This helped with her daughter Valentina marrying solely for true love with a man of no status, wealth or anything material to offer, save all his love and devotion.
She bettered the relations of their distant relatives, like the Fersens and Alderlies ( @gaygryffindorgal ) and buried the hatchet with the Buckinghams. Her pacifist self was eaten up by the press
She also brought fashion from Eastern Europe, elegant and simple, leaving behind the grandeur that Millicent had worn. It was all fashionable, affordable and made them look reachable and more human to the people
She helped her son-in-law navigate the intrigues of court, for the 90s was a messy time to belong with them. The two are similar and very close to one another
She brought a sober but still elegant lifestyle to Winbourne, leaving excess behind. This helped when the financial crisis of 2007 came, and she helped her daughter through it.
She also expressed neutrality during her years, and advised her daughter to do the same, but this was the first and only advice that went unheeded
Thanks to her, her descendants won’t be self-forced to make a grand match to impress their peers, but rather marry for love and nothing else
She earned the respect of the press and to this day is the one handling the affairs of Winbourne regarding its image
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Something old I found in my notes that I feel iffy on.
This is incomplete and written in a weird way. I made this in like 2022 or something. So please, don't judge me too hard. Also warning for the mentions of a girl being kidnapped cause Im pretty sure I had issues when writing this. (I'm not diagnosed or anything)
Wind blows past his face.
Through his hair.
Biting at his cheeks.
His headphones make crick and crack noises in his bag.
Their broken anyway.
His friend asks if he's gonna catch up,
He simply answer with a lie.
His friend just nods and catches up with the others.
He's never liked those people.
They tick and pinch at his brain.
He wants to punch them, he wants to pull out their hair, he wants to watch them cry for help.
Or maybe that's what he wishes would happen to himself.
Whatever it was, he wants it bad.
But he knows it'll never happen,He's too wimpy for that.
A young girl the age of what seems to be 5 is swinging on a swing when a man walks up.
He says something and points to a car.
The little girl follows him.
He wants to say something, to stop this man, to warn the little girl.
But his legs continue forward, he soon enough moves his head in the same direction as his feet.
His soles of his shoes clapping against the pavement.
Maybe he should have bought better shoes?
Or maybe it's just the way he walks?
Whatever it was it was annoying him, he quietly slips his shoes off and continues forward.
As much as he hates the feeling of pointy rocks against his feet covered by his socks, he find it better than listening to his shoes.
He can hear some women whisper and laugh behind him.
Do they think they're quiet?
He wonders.
If so they are doing a poor job.
He can hear word for word.
He can feel his emotions tangle again, embarrassment and annoyance.
He looks over to the women silently, he thinks for a hot moment before letting out a noise of frustration.
He continues forward, letting the event linger in his mind.
That leads to him losing his grip on his shoes and dropping one.
He notices, but he thinks it'll be more unbelievable if he doesn't notice.
So he leaves it there.
To sit on the moist concrete.
His shoes were supposed to be new, just for school.
Though it seems he'll need another new pair"...hey, wait."
He hears a voice behind him.He turns, in hope to see somebody trying to return his shoe that fell
But he just sees another kid from his grade slapping another kid on the shoulder and laughing
Presumably at him, and for easily loosing his shoe.
He quickly turns away and runs forward, not caring of the shoe anymore.
Just wanting to get to school on time, nobody wishes to be late.
If they were they'd have to get a tardy slip, and that's quite aggravating.
A/N: I really hate this, cause wtf was I thinking when making this??😾
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DEAR - KOREAN - GIRLS,
I - WAS - ALMOST SHOT - 2 - DEATH - IN - MAIN
LIBRARY - AS - 2 - BLKS - MALES - MURDERED
MY - BABY - BOY - IN - MY - WOMB
WASHINGTON DC
‘BLACK - PANTHER’ - STAR - THEY - BOXED HIM
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DEAR - KOREA,
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MASSAGED - UP - AND - DOWN - THEN
THREW - BEER - CANS - STEPPED - ON
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BY - KOREAN - MALES
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WHO - IS - NO - LONGER IN KOREA
ALL - THE - STARS - WHO - WITH
THEIR - MILLIONS - AS - THEY YES
STABBED - THEMSELVES 2 DEATH
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The Decline of Sears...What Happened?
"As of this week, Sears has filed for bankruptcy. They'll continue existing but that existence is getting smaller and smaller and it's questionable how long they'll last. This video takes a look the company over the years and how they found themselves in this situation. "
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But, lets complement the information and case study presented in the video with the article, written by History.com
" Sears, Roebuck and Company is a retail giant with 19th-century roots as a mail-order business operating in rural America. Sears grew into one of the nation’s largest corporations, redefining the American shopping experience in the process. Its 130-year history embodies the rise and fall of American consumer culture. Here’s how Sears became an American retail icon.
In 1886, Minnesota railway station agent Richard W. Sears bought a shipment of watches that a local jeweler refused to sign for. He established a side business selling the watches to other station agents. Sears quit his railway job a few months later and established the R.W. Sears Watch Company in Minneapolis.
He moved the business to Chicago the following year. An ad he had placed in a Chicago newspaper brought watchmaker Alvah C. Roebuck into the business, and by 1893 the successful partnership officially became Sears, Roebuck and Company.
Sears and Roebuck quickly expanded the business into a general mail-order catalogue that catered to America’s enormous 19th-century rural population—roughly two-thirds of Americans lived in rural areas in the late 1890s.
Local general stores were typically high-priced and offered little selection. The Sears catalogue gave America’s farm families a lot of options at a lower cost and often included delivery.
The Sears and Roebuck mail order business quickly took off. The Sears catalogue contained more than 500 pages of merchandise by the late 1890s. Rural Americans could now purchase hundreds of different items—shoes, women’s garments, wagons, fishing tackle, furniture, china, musical instruments, firearms and bicycles—by mail.
Chicago clothing manufacturer Julian Rosenwald bought the company in 1895, though Sears remained president. (Roebuck resigned due to poor health.)
The company needed capital for its rapidly expanding business. In 1906, Rosenwald and Sears sold stock on the open market. Sears has been publicly owned and traded company ever since.
Sears Homes
Sears took advantage of new homebuilding materials and construction techniques at the turn of the twentieth century. Between 1908 and 1940, Sears sold 70,000 to 75,000 pre-fab kit homes by mail order.
Mass-produced materials lowered manufacturing costs. Consumers could purchase a small bungalow for as little as $450.
Sears Modern Homes typically arrived with a detailed instruction manual and two boxcars worth of building materials.
Kit homes used drywall, asphalt shingles, and “balloon” style light-frame construction to cut down on the cost of skilled labor and allow for D.I.Y. installation. Due to their high-quality materials and practical design, many Sears homes are still in use.
Sears Wish Book
The first Sears Christmas Wish Book catalogue came out in 1933. The catalogue contained toys and other holiday gifting merchandise.
Items featured in the first catalogue included the popular Miss Pigtails doll, Lionel electric train sets, a Mickey Mouse watch, boxes of chocolate and even live singing canaries.
The catalogue, which arrived in mailboxes in late August or early September, soon became a holiday tradition with warm, colorful Christmas scenes decorating the cover.
The Wish Book began to diminish in size during the late 1990s and early 2000s, as merchandizing shifted to online purchases.
Sears Stores
As increasing numbers of Americans moved to cities in the twentieth century, Sears faced the loss of rural consumers. City dwellers with easy access to a variety of stores had little need for huge mail order catalogues.
The company responded by opening its first brick and mortar department store in 1925 on Chicago’s West Side.
Early Sears department stores typically opened in working class neighborhoods outside of the major city shopping districts.
Sears was one of the first department stores to cater to men as well as women by selling tools and hardware. Its merchandise emphasized durability and practicality over fashion, and its store layout allowed customers to select goods without the aid of a clerk.
In the 1950s and 1960s, Sears began to shift its focus from urban to suburban markets. The Sears name soon became synonymous with the suburban shopping experience. Their large department stores anchored shopping malls all over the country, and Sears catered to suburban motorists by expanding their automotive services.
Sears Tower
Sears announced plans to build a new headquarters in downtown Chicago in 1969. At the time, Sears was the largest retailer in the world with approximately 350,000 employees.
When it opened in 1973, the 110-story Sears Tower, at 1,454 feet in height, dominated the Chicago skyline as the tallest building in the world—a distinction it held for 25 years.
In 2009, the building was renamed Willis Tower after a London-based insurance broker that now leases a portion of the structure.
Sears Brands
Sears, Roebuck and Company gave birth to several iconic brands over the years. Some of them include:
Kenmore Appliances: The brand name first appeared on a sewing machine sold in the Sears catalogue in 1913. Sears introduced the first Kenmore washing machine in 1927 and the first Kenmore vacuum cleaner in 1932. Throughout the 1970s, Sears continued to expand its Kenmore brand to household appliances including refrigerators, freezers and air conditioners.
Craftsman: Sears acquired the Craftsman trademark and sold its first Craftsman tools in 1927. The brand’s early customers were mostly farmers. Craftsman later branched out into lawnmowers, electronic, portable power tools and even electric razors to serve a growing suburban base.
Allstate Insurance: Sears founded Allstate Insurance Company in 1931. Allstate offered low rates on auto insurance to consumers through the Sears mail-order catalogue and later through sales booths in its retail stores. The company became completely independent in 1995 after Sears divested its Allstate stock to shareholders.
Discover Card: Sears added financial services to its repertoire in the 1980s. In 1985, the company introduced the Discover Card. It was the first to offer cash rewards to customers based on how much the credit card was used.
Discover Card became wildly popular—within four years 20 million people had the card. By the end of the decade, credit operations made up a big part of Sears’ revenue. The company sold off Discover Card and other financial operations in the mid-nineties.
Decline Of Sears
In 1991, Walmart surpassed Sears as the nation’s largest retailer. Throughout the nineties, Sears faced increasing competition from numerous big-box stores that offered even lower prices than Sears.
Big-box retailer Kmart bought Sears in 2004. Wall Street hedge-fund manager Edward Lampert oversaw the merger and became CEO of the newly created Sears Holdings Corporation.
Over the next decade and a half, Sears lost half its revenue, laid off nearly 175,000 people and closed dozens of its stores as it battled to keep up with the advance of online retailers. In October 2018, Sears's parent company filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy. Today, only a small number of Sears stores remain open.
Sources
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The Incredible Shrinking Sears. The New York Times.
Population: 1790 to 1990. U.S. Census Bureau.
Sears History—1886. Sears Archives.
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The Sears Christmas Wish Book, A Holiday Tradition. Sears Archives.
What is a Sears Modern Home? Sears Archives.
Sears Mail Order Homes. Modular Today.
Sears to Sell the Iconic Craftsman Brand After 90 Years. Popular Mechanics.
When Sears, the Facebook of its era, launched its IPO. Chicago Tribune.
Another 60-plus Sears, Kmart stores set to close in January 2018. USA Today. "
Source of the article: history. com
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Vietnam, Ben Gvir’s louts, the Shadow 31/5/2023
A pleasant story is of a trip we made in Vietnam. We visited a very poor village which I think was known for its handicrafts and a little girl attached herself to me trying desperately to talk English. It was a bitterly cold day and had been raining and I saw that she was barefoot. She told me she had lost her shoes in the river and there was no money to buy another pair. One of the women told me that her mother had died in childbirth with her and her aunt had raised her with her children. I gave her some money but later that night in the train I said I would have liked to do more for her. My friend had taken a picture which she gave me. About six months later a friend mentioned by chance that she was going to Vietnam and I gave her a picture of the child and asked her that , if by chance, they went to the same village to see if she could find her with the photo and give her some money from me.
I was thrilled when she came back to hear that as soon as they got to the village and showed the picture of the child, everyone went running to find her and she came back with her stepmother. Phyllis gave them the money I had sent and they went to the market to buy and Phyllis and her friends also bought the mother a coat. This is how Ly May looks today.
I don't remember how it is that we got on to facebook but some time after that I got a post from her that she would have to leave school as the family could no longer afford to keep her there. So every now and again I sent money until she finished school if I remember correctly. Anyhow lately I saw that someone was sending me posts from Vietnam. The name was not the way I write it so it took me time to catch on. But I wrote and asked if she was the young girl I had helped and she said yes and she was not married and living in France. As soon as I have the time I will try to write to her to find out more.
Many years ago at a checkpoint going through the x-ray machine I was called back as a knife had been found in my bag. Never mind that it was a pocket knife. Anyhow there was no problem and I went on my way. I was walking to Yad Vashem when a friend phoned me in a panic and said that I must stay off facebook and be very careful. It turned out that a soldier at the checkpoint had phoned a very violent animal called the Shadow and told him that a member of Machsomwatch had come to the checkpoint with a knife so as to attack a soldier. The Shadow is known for his vicious post and threats. He had put a picture of me on facebook (or so he thought) and called on people to find me and attack me. This is a man who has called for paramedics to harvest the organs of Palestinian killed so that Jews can be saved. The photo which he put on facebook was of a friend of mine at a completely different scene. Nothing ever happened to either of us but it was not pleasant. Now the ex-mayor of Jerusalem who is a member of the Likud invited this animal to a barbecue. The Hebrew is not complete so I don't know what is written above but I think you can guess what he is like by looking at the picture. Barkat wants to be prime minister so anything is fodder for his pigsty.
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Many years ago at a checkpoint going through the x-ray machine I was called back as a knife had been found in my bag. Never mind that it was a pocket knife. Anyhow there was no problem and I went on my way. I was walking to Yad Vashem when a friend phoned me in a panic and said that I must stay off facebook and be very careful. It turned out that a soldier at the checkpoint had phoned a very violent animal called the Shadow and told him that a member of Machsomwatch had come to the checkpoint with a knife so as to attack a soldier. The Shadow is known for his vicious post and threats. He had put a picture of me on facebook (or so he thought) and called on people to find me and attack me. This is a man who has called for paramedics to harvest the organs of Palestinian killed so that Jews can be saved. The photo which he put on facebook was of a friend of mine at a completely different scene. Nothing ever happened to either of us but it was not pleasant. Now the ex-mayor of Jerusalem who is a member of the Likud invited this animal to a barbecue. The Hebrew is not complete so I don't know what is written above but I think you can guess what he is like by looking at the picture. Barkat wants to be prime minister so anything is fodder for his pigsty.
A pleasant story is of a trip we made in Vietnam. We visited a very poor village which I think was known for its handicrafts and a little girl attached herself to me trying desperately to talk English. It was a bitterly cold day and had been raining and I saw that she was barefoot. She told me she had lost her shoes in the river and there was no money to buy another pair. One of the women told me that her mother had died in childbirth with her and her aunt had raised her with her children. I gave her some money but later that night in the train I said I would have liked to do more for her. My friend had taken a picture which she gave me. About six months later a friend mentioned by chance that she was going to Vietnam and I gave her a picture of the child and asked her that , if by chance, they went to the same village to see if she could find her with the photo and give her some money from me.
Saturday we were as usual at the demonstration. I saw this delightful little thing standing with a shirt which says she loves bagatz.....the high court appeal system..."free in our country"
There were also the horses which are being brought more and more to the demonstrations but here in Jerusalem I have not seen them used as they were in Tel Aviv where one of the police whipped a woman demonstrator. But I think they must have been brought through the time tunnel ....reminds me of the knights of old
What has started up again is the fight of the police and soldiers against the Palestinian flag. It is not illegal to fly it even though the government has tried to pass a law to make it so. But Ben Givr has gone to the head of the police which , if you ask me, whose head and the heads of his fellow idiots is in any case empty and they wage their own little personal idioitic war against the flat. Even climbing a pole to bring one down. I once said to one of them that if fighting a flag is the height of their prowess, what will happen one day when they truly have to stand against an enemy. I always stand with those against the occupation and was on the side when I noticed four men all in black standing next to me. By their body language I was sure that they were the thugs of Ben Gvir. When one of them said to me,"Lady, you must stand far back. There is going to be violence." I told him to get away from me.I knew that I was quite right and the violence would come from them. Some of the young people were holding the Palestinian flag and I saw one give a signal to the others and they charged into the crowd. It seemed to be that they were being pushed away and did not get a single flag. Afterwards Gershon Baskin told me that he and some others had made a ring around those holding the flag while others pushed the police away. This is also another attempt to throw Palestinian students out of the academia or by shutting their m ouths
Bill to ban waving Palestinian flags on campuses temporarily shelved by ministers
Students violating the ban would face 30-day suspension, while repeat violators would become ineligible to get an Israeli degree for 5 years
https://www.timesofisrael.com/bill-to-ban-waving-palestinian-flags-on-campuses-temporarily-shelved-by-ministers/
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I wear sweat pants and tank tops at home all day where no one sees me. They are unattractive but the same effort as throwing on a one piece stretchy dress.
I have been hanging out in my underwear lately because it's so damn hot, so yesterday I threw on one of my dresses and my new black slippers and went to the mailbox. People have always accused me of "dressing up" and overkilling it when I wear a dress, but they're so simple. Women either wear sweats/yoga pants out or they fully dress in shorts/jeans with buttons, zippers, a belt, and sometimes a shirt with buttons or layered shirts.
I was in the hospital twice last week with bad pain and they also found a lung tumor so that was pretty stressful to say the least. Hours of waiting either in the hospital or for tests and you just want to say "fuck it" and move on with your life.
There was a man in the room next to me screaming. "OFFICER KILLER, SHOW ME YOUR CAM FOOTAGE!! OFFICER KILLER, TURN YOUR CAM ON RIGHT NOW! OFFICER KILLER!"
"OFFICER KILLER!"
"OFFICER KILLER!"
The guy then tried to get up and the cops with him made him sit back down. He was just yelling and intimidating everyone because the police had tased him in the leg. I found him to be very annoying and was glad when they wheeled him past me and took him away, chained to a chair. My nurse apologized to me and said, "it's Saturday night in Ocean City!" and we both laughed.
This second time I was in the hospital they actually ended up assessing the tumor anyway although I had been booked outpatient for that. It does not appear to be cancer but it will always be there and I now must avoid smokers just in case it morphs.
Hearing that was a massive relief and I promptly yanked my gown off and all the stickers and wires, leaving me down to my bra and underpants. Then I just pulled my dress on. No buttons, no putting feet in pant legs, no zippers, no adjusting. The nurse came in and took out my IV port and I was good to go. People truly don't understand how simple I am. I am low effort in my lifestyle, even my makeup takes 5 minutes and I haven't bought a new eye shadow palette since I was 20. Yes, 2-0. The palette is halfway empty. And I don't wear blush, lotion, concealer, mascara, or anything else, just lipstick.
I love to budget, salvage, and reuse as well. Today I ran out of space in my dresser so I just hosed down some old plastic drawers my grandmother kept shoes in. They are drying in front of the barn now and then I will use them for delicates.
After medical bills and my health worsening badly by 2016 I was very poor and struggled for food, too ashamed to tell anybody. Now I am grateful for anything. At mom's funeral her neighbors gave us mashed potato covered hot dogs! I had never heard of this but they looked gross. Dad was going to throw them out but I took them home and put all the hot dogs in one container and scraped the potatoes off for another, and cooked them separately. It fed me and saved money.
I made spaghetti sauce the other day and drained it into a bowl and the juice left over was so good I used it to cook noodles in. A simple breakfast for me this morning. These are all very small things, but this is how I live and I enjoy it. All I crave are peace and lack of pain, I do not need fancy things.
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(i had to repost lol- it wasn’t showing up on my page)
this the request: part 3 of thiccy gf hcs ??? with kuroo, terushima, sakusa, and daichi and/or atsumu 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 i must be fed
i understand your need for them
and as a member of the thunder-thigh committee, i am happy to write about my fellow sexy women! (another 4:56 am ramble i refuse to delete)
part one
part 2 <3
i mixed this with this ask ; Pt. 3 of the thicc af gf with Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Daichi, Kuguri, and Terushima plz? 🥺
this got wayyyyyyyyy long
4, 685 words. my finger slipped?
Kuroo tetsuro
this guy has been trying to get you since first year
he’s that dedicated
and you didn’t even notice, he was just a flirty friend who helped you with science
(even when he would practically put you in his lap while he went over things)
lo and behold, he finally got his chance during the third year culture festival
yeah as in he waited a whole three years for this
Eh, once again, had a whole pan to make you see him as your great future husband, aka the haunted house (a good excuse to have you hold onto him)
He has to give it to class 2-4, the did a damn good job, it was scary
Long story short you fell on top of him, boobs in face hands-on ass
~heaven~
Mans actually asked you to be his girlfriend right there, groping you and murmuring between your boobs. (he wouldn't have gotten up if the next group wasn’t approaching.)
From then on he’d literally do anything for the ass
He’s a big simp and we all know it.
Like When you wear shorts he has to ‘pull them down’ aka feel you up while pulling the hem of your shorts down ever so slightly.
Or when he gets on a knee right behind you to ‘tie his shoe’, but the school shoes have no laces.
He could be a bit more creative and he wanted to look under your skirt.
When he wants to cut the bull shit he’ll just lift the back of your skirt and rub around for a but, to hell with all the other kids in the hallway.
(did I mention that he puts things on the highest shelves so he can walk up behind you and practically dry hump you.)
Speaking of simp nation
You can't really wear anything without setting him off
Shorts drive him absolutely nuts, it's insane. But it isn't his fault that most of your shorts are spandex that cut off right at the beginning of your thighs, it's like a homemade booty lifter. He just can’t help but wanting to cop a feel.
Or the color red in general. It is ridiculous, the guy rips everything when he tries to take it off too. So that stunning red cocktail dress with the lace-up sides was not unwearable, and you only had it on for like 2 hours. And that was only because it was a friend's 18th birthday party you were both invited to.
(thanks to kuroo not letting you out of his arms you both were late and left early.)
((in his defense you looked like a full course meal and it was giving him severe blue balls, and he’s only seen you for a few minutes))
Halloween, you know. the one night you could dress up as anything. any you decide to go as a cat-girl in a maid costume. And you expected him to just take that sitting down? Hell no. the red thigh highs AND the corset middle? You're lucky it lasted as long as it did.
That my dear was bravery. His color. A cat. And a short skirt. With thigh highs!
And so, he did what he did all those other times, dragged you to sit on his lap, and opening your thighs, and like a good girl you’ll let him
If you could already tell, he gives no shits to whos watching, let ‘em see (they really never do but you get the point)
He’s also a prime thigh groper, especially when he wants to keep your legs open, he also loves thigh hic
Terushima Yuji
Another shower-offer
You were already he's so why can't he let everyone know?
Speaking of you being his, he doesn't tell people how you guys don’t together, with good reason considering you practically beat him up
Not really but that’s what he calls it, basically he tried to get with one of your friends at a party.
She just happens to not be interested in men and has a wonderful girlfriend, so she was uncomfortable but couldn't tell him to leave her alone
So you took fate into your own hands, literally, you stole Fate from class 3-2’s drink and poured it on him before slapping him and telling him about how he was a pig.
And he fell in love, you looked like an angel, a really hot angel, it didn't help you were in a white dress either
And from then on he literally once or twice, got on his knees for you, asking to give him a chance.
Honestly, it got annoying, so you just agreed to make it go away. It did, but you also gained a perv of a boyfriend who has an insatiable love for your lower half
He’s a simple creature, do take caution of his fragile being
So that means all those times you bend over in front of him he was slowly cracking and trying to figure out where the nearest storage closet is.
He thought he was having heart palpitations when he saw you in the damn dress again, apparently, he didn't see all of it. Specifically the v-neck top, and the fact it only went to the end of your ass. Needless to say, he made sure to walk behind you on every staircase that you went on
Another set off is yoga legging, like the lululemon ones, that people wear all the time. They fit you great, really really great. They were supposed to work out in them???? Why were they so skin-tight????? And he also figured out that you wore things because of them. Instant nut.
How you ask, simple.
One time he saw your underwear line through the pants and he pointed them out, they did make it seem like your ass was super soft so he saw his chance and took it.
So the next time you wore them and he didn't see the lines he was like ??????
And thus began the “Yuji hunt for lineless underwear” and he found the thongs
And you received the fucking of your life soon after.
Oh! And there’s any time you go to the beach. Literally every time.
No cap.
The first time was when you wore a red one-piece and he practically went feral. It wasn't really a one-piece if it was see-through and had the lowest neckline on the planet.
Everyone was looking at you.
He practically fucked you on the beach but held off until you got back to the hotel room.
He’s way more forward when he wants to fuck, if you could imagine. He’ll just walk up to you and tell you he wants to get some, like right now.
If you can even ignore him, he’ll throw an arm around your waist and grope around your legs, all the way to the apex.
It is also not below him to try and get you off while still wearing underwear that he will be taking after.
(i didn't say anything about his stash off orgasm ruined underwear? My bad.)
Sakusa Kiyoomi
Going beyond the fact he even has a girlfriend, y’know considering, but the fact that no one knew who you were until you showed up at nationals to cheer him on
(atsumu was even starting to think that you didn't exist and that poor kiyoomi just imagined you up, so can imagine his shock when you ran up to said boy after they won)
The whole dating thing wasn't the shocking part; it was the fact that you looked like you walked off of the Milan runway.
And you were wearing leggings and sakusa's jacket, all of a sudden everyone was interested in how that happened
It was a kind of a boring story, someone had spilled coffee in a shop that you both happen to be in
And he watched you offer the man the same disinfectant wipes that he uses!
And in the most sakusa way possible he followed you out of the shop and tried to talk to you.
An exchange of numbers and many awkward conversations (and boners) later, you were a couple.
Back to that hug, like the many others, he's let you have, it’s all just to feel how soft you were
But poor touch -starved sakusa doesn't know what to do with any of these pent up feelings.
And he has a loooooooot of them.
Multiple occasions have shaped the poor germ-boy into the horny-tornado he has become
so he’s not really into what you’re wearing, it’s more about what you’re doing
like when you wore the mask he bought you to one of his games, and you wore one of his alternate uniforms, but the kicker was how you stayed away from everyone and didn’t let a single person near you (or his shirt)
or when you helped him clean his dorm when he was doing his weekly deep clean
or when the two of you washed the dishes while trying to do one of those “try not to sing” challenges
(is it normal to get a boner when your girlfriend helps you clean? no?)
but, as much as he tries to remain emotionless on the subject, there are multiple exceptions to the “it’s not what she wears” whole thing
Like that violet puffy skirt, you wore to a study fate, the one with the white sweater? That one, the same one that he could see your panties, from anywhere he sat. and Every time you got up you would have to smooth it down to make the creases go down, but it was only ever really giving him a good idea about the shape of your ass.
(if he sees you in that skirt again he’s just going to fuck you in it)
The lesser-known horny-inducer, since he made you take it off within the first five minutes, was a dress! What kind of dress? A neon yellow see-through mesh dress. The bottom wasn’t what got him though, it was the fact that your white bra was clearly seen under the mesh top. Or maybe it was the way the skirt made your waist look super small, and how your hips looked so round and squeezable.
Yeah, no one else could experience you in that.
Not to sound like this, but sakusa is still averse to touch
BUT BUT BUT
That goes out the window when he wants to dance the devil's tango with you.
Mr. His way or no way shows up, he does it every so slightly different
If it’s just the two of you, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder and he’ll push you to your knees. And he’ll pet your head and tell you what’s about to happen and advise you to listen like a good girl.
But in the instance you are in the presence of others, he’ll stand behind you and bring you super close to him, ass to dick. (maybe he’ll grind into you a bit, just to convince you to follow him) and he’ll throw a few words in about how much of a bitch in heat you are for getting turned on in front of all of these people.
It’s best to just do what he wants before he makes you cum in your underwear.
Daichi Sawamura
oh my
you guys are the power thigh couple
powerful and defined mixed with soft and pillowy
In Fact, that’s literally how the two of you met, thanks to Tanaka and Nishinoya of course.
(let’s just pretend karasuno has a cheer squad, and you just happened to be the captain of said team)
So basically you were doing a favor for the student council, and you were supposed to ask how many third years, managers included, were on each team and each club in the school
Easy! Turns out not so much. You were still in your cheer practice uniform, which was the shortest spandex ever made, and a Karasuno school t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight.
Anyway, you make it to the gym and open the door, and the little one, Yachi, saw you and literally screamed. (she was right by the door), and that alerted everyone else in the gym, which led to the bald boy and his short companion pushing you further into the gym.
But in the better sense, it did gain the attention of the captain! Just the exact moment he was in front of you someone pushed; your back and within a second, in some miracle like way, you both ended up on the floor and he ended up planked on top of you with a leg between your spread thighs.
Almost kissing nonetheless.
Then, like the gentleman he was, he got off and asked you if you alright and kneeled down and let you use his shoulder to try and stand back up.
You did get up, for a split second, Daichi still kneeling letting you use him as a step stool when a certain red-head was flung right into you and you went toppling forward.
Onto Daichi.
Onto Daichi's face.
Your thighs around his head.
His hands-on your ass.
Hand in his hair.
He could sit there forever, you were frozen, everyone else was frozen.
You eventually climbed off and asked how many third years there were. But he just sat there, his hands hadn’t moved either, luckily Suga answered and you were on your way.
And Daichi still didn’t move, after that incident, you had begun to see him everywhere, and eventually, he just cut the shit and asked you out.
Daddy Daichi likes seeing you in literally anything from sweatshirts to lingerie.
His favorite was the brown buttoned pencil skirt and the white blouse, that you wore to a date. You were kind of overdressed for the ramen shop and after a walk, but he didn't even care. He was so thrown off by how turned on he was he couldn't speak in full sentences.
An example:
“Yeah, the food here is- boob, I-I mean great, not boob, great, yes, great.”
The second.
.
.
.
.
.
Was a bathrobe.
Can you see where I'm going with that? Simply you look hot.
His favorite part of the night was ripping it off of you.
And like the first time you met, he had his head in your thighs <3
Atsumu Miya
You met poor atsumu at a party.
He tried to shoot his shot, y’know he sees a cute lady he’s just gotta try and show you what you could be getting
he had it all planned, he was going to walk up behind you and run his hands over your delicious curves and ask you if you were in need of any help
he doesn’t take into account that a having a random guy just start groping you and pressing himself behind a girl was panic-inducing
so when he dropped your waist, you freaked out and may or may not have punched him in the dick
while he was in a. world of pain you age to figure out what the hell had just happened to you
then you noticed him on the floor, and when he noticed you looking at him he put this forced cocky smirk on and gave you a “how you doing”
You took pity on the poor creature and helped him up and got him some ice, then conversed with him for the majority of the rest of the night.
And he just hasn't left you alone since
(and, you learned this far later, that he went so far to tell Sakusa and Kageyama all about you and how amazing you are, and has even sent them- more than one- picture
But in other news, he’s very horny
So really all that means is he always has his hands on you
Like during practice breaks when you're allowed to come down and talk to him for a bit, give him some things, but it normally just consists of him sitting on the bench and you standing in front of him.
While his hands rest on your hips and his face is shoved into the valley between your breasts, and he just sits and listens to you as you brush a hand through his hair.
Or sometimes, if he had been having a rough time, he’ll just have his hands under your skirt and he’ll feel around for a bit while grumbling about how people cant hit his sets
But for being the possessive bastard he is, he sure likes letting you wear all those outfits
Like the booty shorts and tank top, you wore to bring them food during the summer training camp. That same camp that the two of you disappeared at and he came back looking like he had won the lottery.
Or the cute little red dress you wore to your anniversary date? The one that made him have a hard-on the entire time you were at dinner. He knows the waiter remembers, he also bets the waiter remembers seeing him fucking you in the car when his shift was over.
And that time you wore his jersey to bed and sent him a picture of it. It was such a good picture that he made it his lock screen for everyone to see.
He just likes looking at you tbh.
Aone Takanobu
you guys didn’t meet in some weird perverted way, it was actually really cute!
Not to sound creepy but he knew that you were in the garden club because you sat right in front of him in class
And since he didn't talk to anyone else in that class he was just content with listening, and so there he was
Standing outside of the garden club door holding his withering basil plant. Lost.
Lucky for him you were walking down the hallway and greeted him, looking all pretty and cute
You did help him realize that he was overwatering the basil and within a few weeks, it was back to life!
From that first time on, he came to the club room with you twice a week and walked home with you, just listening to all the random plant facts that you had harbored in your mind.
Eventually, with the help of the team, he asked you out, and you hugged him and said yes, and that was the beginning of the “oh god, y/n is way softer than I thought”
So he really just tries to be near you or be touching you at all times
(i am also a firm believer that he likes to slow dance to classical music in your living room)
Like during lunch periods when you sit next to him and the second you finish eating hell push you to lean against him
And he’ll rub small circles on your hips and give you small innocent gropes
Or how he hugs your waist when you're doing literally anything, and he puts his head on top of your head while swaying
I can also tell you that Aone is a good singer
So he hums to you (I'm uwuing over my own headcanon lol)
He also really likes just running his hands along your body, so he likes when you wear the one-piece dresses so he has smooth sailing down your body
As a man of little words, he clearly has a more physical approach to getting you on the horny train
What I am trying to get at is that more often than not he literally just picks you up and carries you away.
Of course, that leaves you to come back to whatever you were doing.
That is after the cuddles and after sex ‘conversations’ about the dumbest things
Basically, he likes to hear you talk and he really likes being near.
Osamu Miya
He knew who you were
With a brother like atsumu, who never shuts up about you, it's hard not to
(Osamu is pretty sure atsumu had a picture of you next to his pillow. ew)
Anyway, the two of you just happened to share the same lunch block, and it also just happens to be the only period block that he was alone
No teammates and no especially close that he could hang out with
That meant he could either study or eat
Had he chose to eat, only to be met with the fact that atsumu had drained both of their lunch accounts for his flavor of the week
Poor baby stood there for a while just processing what was the worst news of his life
When you, a true angel among the evil, said that you would graciously pay for his food so that he didn't outlook so sad anymore
If he wasn’t holding an armful of onigiri he would have fallen on his knees and begged to whatever god was out there to let him keep you
But he settled for thanking you and spending the entire period with you, he even offered to share (for the first time in his life)
You complimented him on his flavor choice and he decided to keep you
He made sure to share his recipes with you and you tried to do the same
And somehow that evolved into you guys going on dates, much to atsumu’s distaste, and you guys were totally hitting it off
Osamu was your official biggest fan, he loved everything you do
But that means he wants to stay your biggest fan, and he knows that you’re pretty well known for boys thinking not so innocent things about you
Again being brothers with atsumu gave him this little sadistic streak
He lets you wear all of the revealing outfits and the bikinis, all for everyone to see
Everyone to see what belongs to him
Like at suna’s party he let you wear a black mini-skirt and a white off the shoulder long sleeved flowy shirt.
You looked good, and all the guys staring at you proved that point tenfold. Three guys had come up to you and tried to get you to go upstairs with them. And it was almost immediately shut down when they noticed the act you were sitting on your boyfriend.
Speaking of, he almost always has you in his lap.
Aww, cute! Not, he like grinding you down on him, that's also why he likes having you wear skirts, easy access to your ass, also a nice way to ensure that he could get more than a few gropes in when he wants
No, it's definitely the way he made you wear thigh highs to school one day and the shortest skirt you owned (like a school skirt) and walked behind you the entire day.
And he just reached behind you and lifted your skirt for the whole hallway to see, but mostly for him
He waists no time when he wants to fuck, he’ll just walk up to and open your legs while making out with either you or your neck.
And yes he has done that in front of atsumu
Who was warned to stay out of their room for a while.
Not to mention all those times he convince you to go to school with no underwear on just for the fun of it
(I didn't tell you this but those off the shoulder mini dresses drive him wild. On graduation day he pulled into a closet and had his way with you. I mean he did say that if you wore that dress he was going to do it, buuuuuut y’know….. yolo)
Kyotani Kentaro
We all know he’s a fighter, which means he gets hurt a lot, which in turn makes him a frequent face in the nurse's office
And who happens to be the nurse's niece? You of course!
And right after school, when your aunt takes her break and leaves you to take care of the office alone
Right after school is also when Kyotani always comes in.
(it’s not like he knew that you would be there alone, and that meant that you had to deal with him and heal him up. And it also is not like he started the fight so he could come here and see you. No not that)
Who am I kidding it was like that.
It was totally like that.
Your hands were just so soft when they put the bandages on and you have to bend down to get the wrapping.
He had a crush, that's what iwaizumi said, and after googling what the symptoms of a crush were he was sure
So with the help of the third years, aka Oikawa just having Iwaizumi repeat what he wanted to say, they had a plan
And the next time he was in the office he asked if you wanted to see a movie with him, it was so cute and he looked so shy
It would have been perfect if after five seconds he tried to take it back, you still went on the date with him though
He was happy.
Angry boy likes hugs
And yes he does, no objections
So when he’s upset he’ll make these grabby hands at you and have you come over and stand with him
He shoves his chin on your shoulder and his hands squeezing your waist and you’ll rock back and forth until he calms down.
He’s also very aware of what you wear
Like how your skirt perfectly frames your legs. How the socks you wear make your legs look 10x longer, and make you look like you’re walking like a model.
Or the dark blue leggings you wore with his alternate jersey and you were cheering for him!
But nothing and I mean NOTHING gets him better than when you wear spandex shorts and one of his shirts. He goes feral every time.
This man is the CEO of picking you up and placing you on his lap, straddle style, and just going ham on you
Not to mention that sometimes when he’s really tired he’ll have you just sitting on his lap while he plays with your thighs
(he also likes playing with your waist and stomach, but he doesn't realize that he’s talking out loud so you can hear all of the “so soft”’s he lets out.
Kuguri
You were one of Mika's close friends so you were always just kind of around
It was a little get together that Daishou threw that really made you two close
It was a weird drinking game of sorts, and it had these teams, and you were out as a pair!
Somehow throughout the game, you guys got side-tracked and just ended up talking to each other the rest of the night
Eventually, you were convinced to go on a double date and the rest was history
He didn't even pay attention to what you wore that much until he heard a few rando kids in the locker room talking about it.
And that’s when he started thinking about just who he was dating
He first realized how round your ass was. Is it normal to look that good in leggings? No one else has ever looked that good to him. With that came his obsession with just touching your butt. He just grabs it or he’ll stop you from walking and palm it. Or he’ll rub circles into it.
(it's cute how intrigued he is by your butt)
Then came his obsession with your thighs. Mostly the way that they spread out when you sit. He didn't even understand why they were just so mesmerizing. They were so squishy too. He likes how they look in his hands-
Lastly was the waist thing. You aren't even sure what it is. He just likes putting his hands on your waist. Like a prom picture. Sometimes he’ll squeeze or run his hands along your sides. But he’s mostly stationary.
He also has this habit of just opening your legs and laying on your stomach.
He is just so into how soft you are.
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Gifs [Ranpo Edogawa]
• Writer: Scarletta Ruan
• Warning: OOC, story didn't follow the current arc
• Type: Oneshort, fluff, Holiday with characters
• Gernes: Fanfiction
• Pairing: Ranpo Edogawa x fem!reader
• Words count: 1073 words
• Notes: Ah, yes. The 5th post was now publish. Most of Vietnamese people also enjoyed their Christmas day but it's not important if they aren't the Catholic. Check out for the scheduled post here.
“It’s too cold today.”
You said while wrapping both of your arms around your body, snow falling on your [color] head, you were walking fast to get home. Because of the weather today you just wanted to get home, diving in the warmth of the heater and also… Ranpo’s body temperature too. Thought about Ranpo, you giggled a little bit.
Your childish boyfriend loved to hug in this kind of weather. So maybe he would be angry because today you came home very late. The snow kept falling heavily, the decorations on the street still lighting to make your way home more clearly. The sound of Christmas songs resounded from every house you walked past.
Today was Christmas, right? Maybe you should have bought Ranpo a gift before you got home, but now you didn’t get any idea to give him a present so you wanted to get home and maybe you could serve him everything he wanted. But your mind told you to stop by
You finally stood in front of your door house, the snow kept falling outside and also stuck a little bit on your coat. The cold weather made you shiver a little bit, the thought of finally getting home safely cheered you up. You smiled gently then looked at the watch on your wrist to check for time.
Your poor watch was frozen under the cold weather so it stopped at 7pm, you looked at the sky and started predicting that now it was 8pm. You put your key into the lock and started unlocking it then got into your home. Your home was too cold, that meant Ranpo didn’t get home.
Your heart was feeling an emotion, you never felt this kind of feeling before. This was your first time, you felt sad, disappointed mixed with tired too. Your eyes started pulling tears out, why were you crying? Maybe Ranpo was busy so he got home late. You calmed yourself down and then took off your shoes, you bowed down and placed them neatly on the doorstep then you went inside your home.
Today you got a little bit tired, but the weather was so cold so you just wanted to sleep. You went into your bedroom, picked up your blanket then went into the living room. You turned on the heater, raising your hands to the heater to feel its warm temperature.
The heater always was your best friend in the winter, you rubbed both of your hands against each other. Feeling the warm emotion covered up your hands, your body also warmed up now. You came to the couch which was placed in front of the heater, you waited until your room was warmer then you could fall asleep on the couch.
You picked up your phone on the table, then turned the piano Christmas music on, you put it on the table again and covered your body up in the blanket. You were lying on the couch, listening to the music. This Christmas had now become the worst Christmas in the year now, you sighed.
You hadn’t enjoyed the lonely Christmas, but now was your first time. You had to get through it, as soon as possible. When you thought that, you tried to close your eyes and slept.
[...]
The door opened again, the cold wind blew outside into the house. At the doorstep was a man with black hair, snow covered up his shoulder and his hat too. It was Ranpo after all, he had just got home from a sudden case. When the door was opened he felt the warmth was covering up all of his body, Ranpo also noticed there were a pair of women's shoes placed neatly in the corner of the doorstep.
It meant you had come home before him. Ranpo wondered what were you doing now, he just wanted to say sorry to you because he was coming home late today. It was too late now, Ranpo shook his head. He took off his shoes and put them neatly next to yours and tried not to make the gift in his arm fall off.
Ranpo decided to buy a present for you on his way back home, he had just asked Yosano and knew what you like most so he bought this one for you and hoped you would like it. Ranpo stepped inside the house as lightly as he could after closing the door gently. He wanted to surprise you so he did it.
Ranpo went into the living room first, luckily for him he found you were sleeping soundly on the couch with the heater turned on and your phone was playing a Christmas playlist song. Ranpo went in, he put the present on the table and placed his hand gently on your hair. He gently stroking your hair,
“Mmmm, don’t bother me.”
You kept waving your hand to the person who was stroking your hair, Ranpo giggled when he saw you did that. Even when you were asleep you were still cute in his mind. Ranpo placed a soft kiss on your hair and said.
“I’m home, sweetie.”
“Hmm? Ranpo?” You opened your eyes when you heard a familiar voice. Rubbing your eyes to see the person who was standing in front of you more clearly, finally when you recognized that absolutely Ranpo your cheeks inflated then you said. “You are late, Ranpo.”
“Mmm, I’m sorry, sweetie. By the way, I bought you a present.”
You sat up while Ranpo turned around to pick up the present box on the table, you covered the blanket up to your body then looked at he slowly turned around then revealed a present box and said.
“Merry Christmas to my lovely lady. This one's for you.”
“Oh gosh, thank you Ranpo.” You replied to him then left a long sigh, continued. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything big to give you. I bought you a Christmas cake, and it is in the kitchen right now.”
“Open your gift first then we will enjoy the cake later, [Name].”
“Okay, let me open it.”
You said then gently took off the ribbon on the box and slowly opened the gift box. Your eyes widened when you saw inside it was your favorite [color] dress. You happily smiled and said.
“Gosh, Ranpo, how do you know I like this dress?”
“Just because I am a Great Detective.”
Ranpo smiled back at you.
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