#Amy Schatz

[randomfoggytiger]

Collector's Edition: Cars and Conversations (Part II)

Here we go again!

Loose chronological order below~

@o6666666’s (Ao3)

2 6 17 msr

In the rearview mirror she saw a forehead meant for a bullet. There was a full moon.

“Hi,” Scully whispered, like Melissa could hear her. “I’m so sorry.”

Post Paper Clip Scully drives to Mulder's apartment, unable to bear the loss of her sister alone.

like imagine scully pulling up in that fat car...

like imagine scully pulling up in that fat car they were driving, tires kicking dust everywhere, she thinks this is the address, this is where the intel said to go, this must be it but suddenly she’s nervous, she hasn’t seen mulder in so long, he must Know but what can she say to him....

AU-- S9 Scully drives out to New Mexico where she reunites with Mulder... and Will.

@sarie-fairy/Sarie_Fairy's

Since

“How ya doin’?” he coaxed, gently.

“I just, I’m having trouble believing that she’s truly gone.” She focused beyond the window and took a steadying breath. “That I won’t get to feel how Missy loves me. Not ever again. How she sees me...."

Post Paper Clip Scully and Mulder have a sister and father dead.

Eos

He got a speeding ticket on the I-95 getting to her; couldn’t wait around in an airport. Crazed, his neurons firing too slow for the terror in his heart compelling him forward, to catch up. Several near misses on his journey, though he somehow made it to the hospital before she was out of surgery—beating her mother, who flew. 

AU-- Tithonus Mulder drives the entire way, walks in, and drops the love bomb.

COLLECTION - One Shots - Chapter 10

She had been there less than two minutes and the passenger door opened. Time slowed down as a dark clothed figure began to lower down into the seat beside her. It only occurred to her then, with William slumbering in the back, that it could be a trap. She couldn’t see his face. She put her hand to the glove box, ready to reach for her gun, and then … a familiar voice.

“Hi, Scully.” 

AU-- "Dearest Dana" was a code for Scully and William to hit the road.

@silhouetteofacedar/SilhouetteOfACedar's

When We Drive, Ch. 2: Early Flights, Used Tissues, and a Swan (Ao3)

Mulder pauses with his key in the ignition. “If - when- this happens again,” he stammers, “You… you don’t have to hide it from me. I hope you know that.”

Pre-DPO Scully cries after hearing Melissa's favorite song.

@p34chi's 22 and 27 together from the prompt list perhaps 👀

“Hey, Scully,” Mulder said, turning the radio down. “You ever play an instrument?”

Scully’s head lulled against the headrest of the passenger seat as she turned her attention to her partner. She was quietly humming along to the radio before he cut her performance short, and had been gazing out upon the forest beside them, marvelling at the stillness of the trees and admiring the occasional wildlife that would step out into their moonlit spotlight.

Mulder and Scully share childhood memories, puns, and a blanket.

@mappingthexfiles/Apostrophic's The Patron Saint of Doomed Stakeouts

Mulder was twanging the tab on his empty soda, the can propped on his knees. He shifted uncomfortably.

“You can’t pee in that thing,” Scully said, knowing where this was headed.

“Define can’t,” Mulder said.

“Not in this car, you can’t.”

Mulder and Scully spend Valentine's Day on a beautifully snarky stakeout.

@amazalina's msr headcanons : Scully and long car rides

He’s always the one who drives, and she’d like to be better at pretending she doesn’t like it. It feels too safe for her not to. It’s not that he drives any better than she does. It just feels good to be driven across the country through strange places, to dangerous situations, by the one person she trusts the most. Tucked in the passenger seat, she’s completely safe to watch him as he looks straight ahead. She observes him, notices his thoughts go through his mind.

@nowwhateinstein's (Ao3) The Absence of Light

Scully awoke to a hand on her shoulder and Mulder’s voice speaking softly into her ear. “Hey, Scully, wake up.”

She sat up. “Mulder, where are we?”

“Just outside Harrisonburg, off of I-81. A slight detour.”

Mulder stops their car so he and Scully can watch the early-evening fireflies.

@skylandmountain1013/SkylandMountain1013's

42 msr, go!/Prompt- I swear it was an accident

“Mulder..”

“I swear it was an accident,” he offers. 

“An accident?” She rubs her temples to keep her voice from getting too shrill- the shrill he sometimes makes fun of when they’re arguing reincarnation, flesh eating parasites, or when he insists on ordering 2 desserts off the Chinese Star take out menu.

Mulder and Scully weather the heat after their car breaks down.

@syntax6’s (Gossamer, FFN, Omni)

20 Chapter 3: Three

They have a combined forty-three years of schooling between them, but there is little they can do in the face of a smoking black engine. Scully is half tempted to pull out her gun and shoot it, just for the satisfaction.

After the rental breaks down, Scully insists she and Mulder walk around until they find a signal.

20 Chapter 6: Six

He does not slow down. Neither does he answer her for a long moment. "Patrick Crump," he says finally, and she waits for him to continue. He maneuvers neatly around a slower car in front of them. "I can't shake that feeling. I feel that same desperation, Scully; I understand his intense need to keep moving in the face of inevitable doom."

She frowns and reaches for his head. "You have pressure in your ears?"

He ducks her touch. "Not there," he says. "Here." He touches his chest, and then looks quickly at her to see her reaction.

Post Drive Scully helps Mulder to realign his thinking.

@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's In the Dark of the Night

They walked as fast as they could towards the car, and, upon reaching it, she dug into his pockets until she found the keys. She unlocked it as quickly as she could before easing Mulder into the passenger seat. With the overhead yellow glow of the car lights, she could assess just how bad the damage was. His entire torso was stained crimson and his pale skin was covered in a sheen of sweat.

S3 Scully drives like mad to get her heroic but injured partner help.

@lotsoforangesoutside/@lotzzoforangezoutside‘s (Ao3)

A Waste of a Nose

Staring at him, she finds that Mulder no longer look as confident as he did earlier.

“I… so I called Hertz.” He begins, “it’s called Blackberry Clove. It’s the air freshener they used. I… I got a kick out of it. My favorite perfume is an air freshener. I just… wanna to share that.”

Post Syzygy Scully wonders what her father would have thought of Mulder.

Impromptu

“Hey Scully,” he says from the passenger seat, with the back of his head resting on the headrest and chair reclined.

That’s his sixth hey Scully since they’ve left Tallahassee. Mulder has refused the EMT’s advice to visit the Tallahassee Memorial Hospital, claiming that he’s got his personal doctor traveling with him. 

Post Detour Mulder wants to see America from the backseat with Scully.

Fireworks

“No talking later, Mulder.”

Out of the blue, she announces.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to be shouting back and forth. My throat’s been…hurting a little since this morning.” She rubs her eyes with one hand, looking like a child getting out of bed, “I might be coming down with somethin’.”

He bites his tongue so he won’t say, how come you didn’t say anything to me?

AU-- Post FTF Mulder drives Scully to see fireworks.

The Straightest Road in Texas

There is so, so much more to life, he now knows. And it’s right next to him, riding in this car, laughing at his memories. Well, laughing with him at his memories.

They have taken a lot of casualties last summer, but like the hero in the movies, he walks away with the girl.

Dating-- Mulder and Scully bond over a car guessing game.

ㄌ

He continues to drive, it’s so hot today that the asphalt could melt. There’s nearly no pedestrians around, and the sun is blaring so brightly that looking at it makes him dizzy.

Dating-- Mulder distracts Scully from fuming over the heat.

Barnes Corners

“Does a sailor’s daughter want to live at the same place as the fisherman’s daughter?” He keeps asking.

“That depends on which daughter you ask.” Scully admits that she has been thinking about Missy tonight as well. Both Pendrell and Max remind her of Charlie, who she hasn’t seen for a while....

“I’m asking the one that’s sitting in the car with me.” Mulder simply replies. “Would you like to live close to the water?”

Post Max Mulder fishes for future plans from Scully.

A Mother’s Choice

Scully did not put her baby down for the next five day. She felt like even William thought he had enough cuddling, as he began to look at her with slight concern, something so identical to his daddy when he worried.

“How ‘bout a trip, buddy?” She said to her baby, wondering how much an eleven-month-old could understand, and how crazy it was to travel with a baby, one who still needed his bottle at night, goes through diapers like they were bathroom tissues, and wouldn’t sleep unless she sang him a lullaby.

AU-- S9 Scully regrets the adoption; and TLG help her put her life back together.

The Old Man’s Choice

He went with the raspy-voice old man without telling anyone. He was a smart boy and knew he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, let alone getting into a car with him, but something told him that this old man, grandpa or not, really knew his birth parents.

AU-- S9 CSM takes William from his adopted family and hands him over to Mulder.

vanessadingle's Like A Switch Has Been Flicked Somewhere - Chapter 1

“Scully I always give you a ride, my cars right here see? A taxi will take a while to come, I can’t leave you standing here by yourself it’s getting late”

“I can look after myself Mulder, I’m a grown woman”

“And that’s why as a gentleman I have to offer you a ride. Get in, don’t be difficult, lemme make it up to you”

He was overly polite and it bothered her, but she could see he was remorseful even if he didn’t fully understand why he’d irritated her and she couldn’t turn him down no matter how hard she tried.

Post Syzygy Scully fumes to the airport, on the plane, and while Mulder drives her home.

Amy Schatz’s Syzygy, Once Removed...

"What's wrong, Scully?"

She didn't answer for a few seconds, as she slowed the car down even more. "I don't know. I'm shaking all over."

AU-- Syzygy Scully and Mulder's feud ends with their fear over her health and past abduction.

@atths–twice​/ATTHS_TWICE’s (Alt. Ao3, FFN) 

A Quiet Love - Chapter 11

They drove home in silence, though he could hear the questions she was not asking. Not having the right words, he stayed silent, his fingers gripping the steering wheel. 

Dropping her off, he only nodded when she said goodbye.

Post Pusher Mulder drops Scully home, breaks down in his car, and drives back.

Without an Umbrella

“Scully, we are on a highway where a car has not driven past us for at least 15 minutes. Neither of our cell phones are working, it’s pouring rain outside, and we are at least a mile away from the motel. Please tell me how lightening the mood would make any of this any better?” 

She stared at him, her eyes now as angry as his appeared. 

Mulder stews over Kersh's case until Scully gets out, stands in the rain, and definitively changes his mood.

Shared Treasures

“I’m gonna need an explanation,” she said and he nodded.

“So the doll wasn’t the only thing I found.”

“Obviously,” she laughed as he looked at the car in his hand.

Post Empedocles Scully teases Mulder with the pizza man while he vroom-vrooms a little car over their soon-to-be baby.

A Patchwork Heart

He filled the silence in the car, chatting about everything. It was very different from any other man she had traveled with in the past. Jack usually had a topic planned ahead of time, thus the car ride was spent wisely, as he used to say. Ethan liked listening to classical music and for the short time they were together, she heard more Bach and Beethoven than she ever wanted to hear again. 

But Mulder, though not her boyfriend, thus not an entirely accurate comparison, loved to discuss anything and everything.

Post Revival Scully ruminates over past driving excursions.

30xf's Wetwired

Once Dana is in the passenger seat, Mrs. Scully grasps my forearm and assures me, "I'll call you when we know something." It was only a momentary touch, but it somehow makes me feel completely at ease. All at once I understand without a doubt where Scully gets all her strength from.

Wetwired Mulder reassures Scully.

Macspooky's

Home from the Hospital

She smiled when she saw him. It lit her tired looking face.

"I'm free. Let's go." Dana picked up her small bag and they headed for his car. The ride to her home was silent. When they pulled up in front of her building, she turned to look at him.

"Would you come in for a little while, Mulder? I'll make you some of my gourmet coffee, and I know my mother left one of her chocolate cakes."

Post Wetwired Scully wants Mulder to drive her home.

The Reprimand

Dana felt herself being moved or thought she did. Her face was no longer pressed against glass but rather against a familiar and comforting warmth. She felt something brush the top of her head, gentle lips. The words "I'm sorry," were whispered quietly. She was somewhere half between being awake and asleep in a twighlight world of incredibly pleasant dreams. It didn't feel like a dream though. The words were so distinct and the touch so real.

Post Paper Hearts Scully gets flak from all sides after Mulder's foolhardy decision.

A Long Drive Home from Rhode Island

She might know he needed sleep, but she would never convince Fox Mulder.

"Not a word, Mulder," she warned. "I'm tired, but you are exhausted. I'm driving."

Talitha Cumi Scully drives Mulder while Tena is being transferred.

Breaking the News

As much as he didn't like the idea of the older woman driving alone to Pennsylvania, he could see by the set of her mouth that she was determined. He had learned about that expression from her daughter. Unlike his mother, Maggie Scully was capable and sensible. And, though he hated to admit it, Margaret was right.

Memento Mori Mulder tells Maggie in person.

Anonymous's (mulderscreek, annex-files) Lament

He held his throbbing ankle off the ground. All that driving hadn't been good for it. Scully would kill him if he couldn't walk tomorrow. He closed the car door and limped rather slowly towards the house. He looked at it with trepidation but the house failed to loom menacingly. It was as pleasant as could be, not the malicious building it should have been.

Post Herrenvolk Mulder and his mother surprise each other at the summer house, then spend the rest of his birthday bonding.

@scullydubois/scully_dubois's

Bridge - Chapter 1

…As their rental car rumbles along toward the airport, Mulder keeps himself awake at the wheel by trying to read his partner’s mind. Stubborn skeptic that she is, he figures he’d need cold hard proof to convince her. And what better way to harmlessly yet accurately read someone’s mind than with a game of I Spy?

AU-- Post Unruhe Mulder admits he heard Scully's German and pleas, somehow, in his mind.

story_monger's Searching Souls - Chapter 1

Scully takes a deep inhale. “You know you shouldn’t have said that Cancer Man was the Gestapo officer,” she says.

Mulder shifts; she can feel him looking at her. He probably has that slightly resigned, slightly defiant expression that always rings with a touch of kicked puppy. Scully hates that expression; it makes her feel like the bad guy.

Post TFWID Mulder convinces Scully to believe his theory, even if only for one night.

EPurSeMouve's Joining You

Reach him, make contact, get him back...

"Mulder, Samantha *is* the X-Files. Nothing else matters, right?" She hated saying it, hated the rainy-night memory that flashed through her mind, full of innocence and closeness.

He took his eyes off the road for a few dangerous seconds, met hers. "Not anymore," was his oh-so-quiet reply.

S4 Mulder tries to run off on a possible suicide quest-- Scully, however, won't let him go alone.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

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[haverwood]

Song of Parkland Amy Schatz USA, 2019

#Song of Parkland #Amy Schatz #2019 #2010s #documentary #short #photoset #title card

[titleknown]

So, while I've talked about this in other posts, I figured I may as well compile it in one post with this nifty propaganda poster (more on that later)

Long story short, they're bringing back KOSA/the Kids Online Safety Act in the US Senate, and they're going to mark it up next Thursday as of the time of this post (4/23/2023).

If you don’t know, long story short KOSA is a bill that’s ostensibly one of those “Protect the Children” bills, but what it’s actually going to do is more or less require you to scan your fucking face every time you want to go on a website; or give away similarly privacy-violating information like your drivers’ license or credit card info. 

Either that or force them to censor anything that could even remotely be considered not “kid friendly.” Not to mention fundies are openly saying they’re gonna use this to hurt trans kids. Which is, uh, real fucking bad. 

As per usual, I urge you to contact your congresscritters, and especially those on the Commerce Committee, who'll likely be the ones marking it up.

Those senators are:

Maria Cantwell, Washington, Chair

Amy Klobuchar, Minnesota

Brian Schatz, Hawaii

Ed Markey, Massachusetts

Gary Peters, Michigan

Tammy Baldwin, Wisconsin

Tammy Duckworth, Illinois

Jon Tester, Montana

Kyrsten Sinema, Arizona

Jacky Rosen, Nevada

Ben Ray Luján, New Mexico

John Hickenlooper, Colorado

Raphael Warnock, Georgia

Peter Welch, Vermont

Ted Cruz, Texas, Ranking Member

John Thune, South Dakota

Roger Wicker, Mississippi

Deb Fischer, Nebraska

Jerry Moran, Kansas

Dan Sullivan, Alaska

Marsha Blackburn, Tennessee

Todd Young, Indiana

Ted Budd, North Carolina

Eric Schmitt, Missouri

J.D. Vance, Ohio

Shelley Moore Capito, West Virginia

Cynthia Lummis, Wyoming

Again, it doesn't work unless you do it en-masse, so make sure to call ASAP and tell them to kill this bill, and if they actually want a bill to allow/get sites to protect kids, the Federal Fair Access To Banking Act would be far better.

Also, this poster is officially, for the sake of spreading it, under a CC0 license. Feel free to spread it, remix it, add links to the bottom, edit it to be about the other bad internet bills they're pushing, use it as a meme format, do what you will but for gods' sake get the word out!

Also, shoutout to @o-hybridity for coming up with the slogan for the poster, couldn't have done it without 'em!

#poster #cc0 #creative commons #internet censorship #internet freedom #us politics #american politics #KOSA #kids online safety act #censorship #scary

[axelthegreat101]

Hii!! May I request some fluffy and platonic headcanons for Medic, Spy, Scout, and Heavy with a GN!Reader who has very quiet footsteps?

OMG MY FIRST REQUEST!! Thank you Anon!!

Medic, Spy, Scout and Heavy with a GN! Reader who has quiet footsteps. (Platonic)

Medic

He’s very curious about how you can walk so quietly, and you’ve startled him on more than one occasion

He might get worried that you aren’t eating enough, so he might check you over in the Med Bay

Once he figures out that you just have very quiet footsteps he’ll calm down

Although now you’ve got him constantly looking over his shoulder in case you try to sneak up on him

“You are one sneaky weasel schatz!” He says whilst ruffling your hair

Scout

“Woah! What da hell? You tryna copy Spy or somethin’?”

At first he’s little creeped out by how quietly you can walk, cause ya’ll know how he feels about Spy

But over time he’ll start to warm up to the concept, often playing jokes on the other team members

Ngl I think he might ask you if you can teach him how to be as quiet as you

Heavy

Like Medic, I think he’d be curious about your ability to walk with making barely any noise

”Why leetle Y/N so quiet, da?”

He might also worry that your under eating, and he might take you to Medic to make sure your getting enough food

He thinks it’s a useful skill to have, you having slipped by the enemy team’s defences to secure a win multiple times

He might be slightly more vigilant, occasionally glancing over his shoulder in case your trying to sneak up on him.

”Leetle Y/N good at sneaking, da? Y/N much better than Spy” “Aw, thank you Heavy”

Spy

“Oh ho ho? Is someone trying to be sneaky?”

This mf is impressed

He’ll often compliment your ability to be so quiet, saying how you’re second best only to him

He might teach you some tricks on how to be even quieter, to the point where you’re virtually silent

You two make a habit of sneaking up on each other to see who can startle each other better

“Mon Ami, you are truly a master spy”

Omg this was so much fun to write, I loved this prompt and I look forward to writing more

#fanfic #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 heavy #headcanon #tf2 x reader #fan fiction #tf2 fanfiction

[kyriethesquishysquid]

Betrayal Never Felt So Good (König/Fem!Reader) Chapter 5

You can find Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here, Chapter 4 here, and Chapter 6 here!

Word count: ~9.5k

Rating: Mature

A/N: Lots of slice-of-life fluff, and of course, some lovely smut to level out that sweetness as well. In the next chapter or two, we will be confronting some more serious topics so let’s enjoy these fun times for now! Also, I’m sorry this turned out so long but I hope it makes up for the lack of posting this week!

Fun fact, there’s a little scene in here where the reader reminisces on discovering that König liked that she was plus-sized. You CANNOT convince me that the giant that is König wouldn’t love a woman he knows he can throw around without hurting, someone with a little extra curve for his massive hands to hold onto. If you disagree, shhhh. It’s my HC and let me be delulu lol. 

Also also, if you’re interested in hearing the song referenced on the car ride, I’ll link it here! Any of my mask/obsessive/stalker kink lovers will get a kick outta the video I think. 🤭 The lyrics match obsessive König to a fucking T babes!

TW: IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ AS THERE ARE NEW POSSIBLY TRIGGERING KINKS!

Discussions of weight and being chubby - both in a positive and negative light. Reader has to confront anxiety and bad feelings. Reader’s sexuality has never been talked about but in this chapter, it alludes to her being -at the very least- slightly attracted to a woman. Lots of emotions. THE L BOMB! Smut, oral, rough sex, face sitting, multiple orgasms, size kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, dom/sub, creampie, BREEDING KINK AND BREATH PLAY! I promise those two trigger warnings will not be used often, so if those aren’t your cup of tea you can easily skip over the end of the smut in this one! Pet names (in English and German), bad German translations bc I’m STILL a lame monolingual American, and STILL no beta because we die like jackass Graves.

Crappy Translations:

Arschloch - Asshole

Dummköpfe - Fools/Idiots

Maus - Mouse

Schatz - Darling

Liebling - Love

Süßes mädchen- Sweet girl

Scheiße - Shit

Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist - You have no fucking idea how sexy you are

Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen - I would burn down the world for you

Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? - Do you know how much I want to fill you?

Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst - You would look so beautiful pregnant with my baby

Oh, verdammt, ich komme! - Oh, fuck, I’m coming

“What are the chances we are together again, hmm?” Amy asked, grinning as she bumped her elbow against yours then whispered, all conspiratorial, “Not that I’m complaining. It’s good to have another woman around these meatheads.”

“Right?!” you groaned back to the redhead, eyes darting to said men loading up the SUV, “They must have noticed what a badass team we make when it comes to paperwork.” 

“Alright, chatty Kathy, let’s get it goin’.”

Max hooked an arm around your neck as he walked by and dragged you to the vehicle with him, not releasing his hold no matter how hard you fought until right at the doors. 

“I can fucking walk by myself you know?” you bit out with red cheeks.

He snickered and retorted, “I’ve seen you walk into glass doors before, kid, I don’t trust a single thing you do.” 

There was a sense of satisfaction at the guttural groan he released when your elbow landed perfectly in his gut and you took the chance to jerk the front door open, hopping in and locking it before he could do anything about it. 

“I call shotgun,” you sang gleefully. 

When the driver-side door opened, you couldn’t bite back the smile that grew on your lips, trying to hide it with a little cough instead as König slid his massive frame into the too-small spot. You’d never seen him in a “small” vehicle before, much less the driver seat. It was amusing to watch him mutter little German curses under his breath as he adjusted the seat back until his long legs were comfortable and his head wasn’t crammed against the ceiling.

“Coulda let me drive,” Horangi called from the very back row, seated next to Luke, your other teammate.

You grinned as König simply tossed the operator a scathing glare before finally starting up the SUV.

“Alright, let’s get this road trip on the way!” Amy cheered from her seat behind König.

“You know this isn’t actually a road trip, right?” Max teased her.

“You know you’re annoying, right?”

Eyes brows lifting in surprise, you watched as the two began playfully arguing. Soulless Ginger, Meathead, and other tasteful nicknames were tossed back and forth as they bit into each other verbally. They’d been like this since your teams had met up this morning and you were almost one hundred percent certain it was instant sexual tension that caused it. 

Your gaze traveled to König and you subtly tilted your head back to the duo, silently asking if he was thinking the same thing as you. The only answer you got was a slight shrug before he handed his phone your way. 

“Put some music on to drown out those dummköpfe,” he instructed you quietly. 

A wave of something sweet and longing warmed your chest as you unlocked his screen to open YouTube. It was domestic, really. This was the most normal thing you’d done with him in the entirety of your relationship. Sure, it was all a guise to cover up the mission your teams were on, but you were going to soak up every last drop of normality. 

When you were first approached with the mission details, you were worried about being in such close proximity to König around others for so long, but then Graves had made it clear that you all were going undercover, as a group of friends camping out in the woods for a few drunken nights of fun while in reality, you would be gathering intel on an Ultranationalists’ base deep in the valley. That meant you were free to do whatever it took to sell your cover from the time you left base until you all made it safely back home. This afforded you two some leeway. Friends could talk. Friends could hug, lean against one another, and enjoy each other's company. Sure, you couldn’t just kiss him in front of everyone, but being able to spend time with him was honestly just as good. 

Max’s cry of pain tore you from your inner thoughts and you quickly brought up one of your new favorite artists, a German rapper you had rediscovered while deep-diving to learn more of the language in hopes of impressing König. As the first heavy notes of Devilish Polo’s Bei Dir hit, you locked the phone screen and set it down on the console, letting your gaze turn out the window as the music filled the vehicle. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like it had interrupted Amy and Max’s little lover’s quarrel but at least it covered the noise for the most part. As the first hook ended, you could practically feel König’s eyes on you, as heavy as ever when you started singing along with the first- and your personal favorite- lyrics of the main verse.

“Du weißt, du kannst nicht entkommen, Bin für immer in dei'm Kopf.” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape, I'm in your head forever.)</em>

Your German wasn’t anywhere near perfect but it was passable enough after practicing, enough that he would understand that you knew what you were saying. You turned to face him when his gaze got to be suffocating but you couldn’t hide the satisfied little grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“Problem?” you asked sweetly.

It’s clear he was itching to say something, his sharp blue eyes dark and heavy as they flicked from the road back to you, and you watched contentedly as his big hands tightened around the steering wheel. 

“Interesting song choice,” is all he muttered after a moment. 

You gave a little hum of agreement and replied, “Yeah, I found it a couple weeks ago. I <em>really</em> like the lyrics.” 

You know you were laying it on thick but the way his hips subtly shifted in his seat and the little “Scheiße” let you know you’d hit your intended target. It had been a guess, albeit an educated one, but something told you he would enjoy a song about possession and obsession as much as you did, especially considering it was in his native tongue. From the moment you had heard it and translated the lyrics, you’d been dying to share it with him, mind filled with images of your bodies coming together to the beat. 

A hand over yours dragged you out of the deep dirty recesses of your mind and your eyes widened slightly before you schooled your expression. The way you were angled with your hand resting down against the cupholders, there was no way any of them could see your hands together unless Max or Amy leaned forward really far. Your heart thumped heavily in your ears as you carefully turned your hand so your fingers could intertwine with his, breath catching when he squeezed a little too tight before releasing back to a comfortable hold. 

“Warte nur, bis ich dich später erwische,” he rumbled lowly, eyes narrowing as he watched the road. 

You weren’t sure what he said but god did it ever make you wanna say fuck the mission and drag him to the nearest hotel. Unfortunately, reality struck with the loud laughter of the four in back, as Amy screeched about throwing Max out of the car if he didn’t stop and he retaliated with a threat of cutting her hair in her sleep. As annoying as the random outbursts were, you were still on cloud nine. König at your side, friends and acquaintances having a good time in back, it just felt… right. As you rubbed your thumb along his, you couldn't help but question if maybe one day he’d actually want to leave the military life so things like this could become more common. 

…

“You’re sure this is okay?” you questioned for the fifth time, cradling the bottles of vodka close to your chest for safekeeping. 

“For the last time, yes!” Max groaned, “This first night is practically R&R before the real shit starts. We might as well live it up while we can, brat.”

It felt wrong to be allowed to drink while on a mission but he did have a point, as insufferable as it was to admit that. Admitting defeat with a small nod, you waved him off and continued to the other drinks, set on grabbing a couple chasers and waters to last you through the night. 

Your intense studying of the sodas was broken by a sudden grunt as your hand came into contact with something soft when you swung the door open. Lips parting in shock, you looked over and found the something soft to be a man. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you-”

He chuckled deeply as he made a show of rubbing his stomach but muttered, “It’s fine.” 

“No, it’s not, really!” you groaned, shutting the door and stepping in closer, “Did I actually hurt you? I don’t think I could cause any lasting damage but I <em>am</em> a nurse so I could check it out?” 

Concern for his well-being shifted suddenly into concern for yourself when he grabbed the hand reaching out for him and placed it on his stomach, now firmer than before as if flexing to show off. Heh. If only he knew that your boyfriend could break his spine in one fell swoop.

“See, no harm done,” he said brightly, “Besides, it’s not every day I can say that I got literally hit on by a woman as hot as yourself.” 

You instinctively jerked your hand away into your chest and forced on a weak smile. 

“Uh, thanks. I’m- I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you sighed, “If I can pay for your drinks or something to make up for it…?” 

Brows burrowing over his dark green eyes, he took a step closer, a pensive expression crossing his face. 

“Now that you mention it, you could make it up to me by letting me take you out for a drink.”

Of course. Fucking hell. You tried to politely decline him, explained that you weren’t from the area when he pushed even harder, and even offered to just throw cash his way, but none of it was working. 

“Look, I have a boyfriend and-”

“Where’s he at then, because I don’t see him?” he asked, voice deepening with something dangerous as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“He’s outside, he’s-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the man let out a shriek much higher pitched than you’d ever imagine coming out of him. As soon as your eyes opened, you found König pinning him to the cooler door. 

“H-Hey man, we- we don’t gotta do this,” the creep tried weakly. 

König’s eyes softened as they looked over you and he asked, “You okay?”

“Better now,” you replied, sliding over to rest your palm against his lower back, “He’s not worth it.” 

The noise he let out was a clear indicator that he completely disagreed with your statement but you could feel the way some of the tension seeped out of his muscles as you started to rub his back. 

“Come on, let’s just get back on the road,” you urged.

When he finally released the guy, the smaller man nearly tripped over himself as he tucked tail and ran for the door. It was hilarious, honestly, but the amusement drained once you caught the worried look in his eyes. 

“He didn’t hurt me,” you promised him. 

König snorted but didn’t reply, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you along to the back where he practically threw you into the women’s single restroom. 

“König, we can’t bring this in here! I haven’t paid-”

You barely registered the sound of the door lock clicking before your back slammed against the metal,  eager hands taking the bottles out of your grasp. He put them aside, god knows where, only to grab your hips and lift you onto his waist. You barely caught the sight of his gaiter being drawn down before his mouth was on yours. 

“I can’t fucking take you anywhere without men tripping over themselves to talk to you,” he snarled, “Do you know how fucking frustrating that is?!” 

“K-”

He silenced you by shoving his tongue into your mouth, welcoming each eager moan you let out like it were better than oxygen itself. His hands slipped down to cup your ass and a shiver ran down your spine as he massaged your globes gently. 

“König,” you whined, “We- We can’t- we don’t have- time to-”

 Despite your objections, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him in closer. It’d been almost a month since you’d properly touched him and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t been thinking about this since you were given the mission brief from Graves. 

“Then we will <em> make time</em>, maus, because I am not leaving this room without hearing you moan my name, do you understand?” 

Eyes rolling back in your head, you gave in with a weak whimper when his hips ground against your cunt, the hard seam of your jeans being pushed perfectly against your clit by his growing erection. His nose brushed against yours, his mouth so close you could feel his breath panting across your wet lips yet just far enough to deny you the kiss. Digging your hands into his shaggy blonde locks, you tried to pull him forward to no avail.

“Say you understand, Süßes mädchen,” he demanded gruffly. 

“F-Fuck, König, I- I understand, just- please!”

Your words were silenced by a sudden pounding on the door, your heart clenching in pain at the sudden shock. Neither of you moved, eyes locked as your face burned hot. And then they knocked again. 

“If you two are done fuckin’ in there, we’re ready to go!” Max sang quietly. 

“Jesus fucking- Just give me a second,” you shot back, unable to keep the frustration out of your tone. 

Well, fuck. The cat was out of the bag, at least to Max. Hopefully, you could get him alone and talk to him about it before he said something. You trusted him, a lot, so if you could just get him to <em>agree</em> to keep it quiet, you believed he’d keep the secret. You could hear him cackling to himself as he walked away and instantly slumped against König with a whine. It wasn’t even half a minute later before his hand was on your face, fingers and thumb pressing into your chubby cheeks as he lifted your head and stared into your eyes keenly. 

“Tonight, keep your tent opened for me,” he breathed.

“U-Uh, okay,” you murmured in shock. 

Another soft kiss and you were set down on the floor, left to watch in awe as he pulled the black gaiter back up. 

“Oh, hey, lean down,” you murmured, crooking your finger at him.

Lifting a brow in confusion, he did as asked and you giddily fixed his out-of-place hairs from your actions. 

“Didn’t wanna leave you with almost-sex hair,” you teased. 

His chuckle ran shudders down your spine, straight to your cunt, and you silently cursed out Max for ruining your first alone time with König in weeks. Letting out a sigh, you collected the vodka bottles and followed the big man out to the register, snagging a two-liter of Sprite from one of the aisles you walked through on the way. It would have to be good enough. You didn’t want to hold up the group any more than you already had. 

König took the drinks and set them up with his other stuff as the cashier started to talk to him, drawing your attention from him to her. She was pretty, like, really pretty; Could be a model pretty with her long blonde curls, bright green eyes, and petite figure. For a moment, you couldn't figure out if you wanted to look like her or date her more. 

“Did you find everything okay?” she asked, her voice warm and soft.

“Ja, thank you,” König replied simply.

Aaaaannnd she instantly melted. No one was immune to him it seemed, not that you could blame her. Without his sniper hood and kit, he looked much more approachable, his beautiful blue eyes unmarred by the usual eye black and his tousled blonde locks basically begging to be touched. Add in the fact that he was six foot eight, about two hundred and eight pounds of pure muscle in a tight black shirt and khakis, and the Austrian accent to boot, no male-attracted person <em>wouldn’t</em> want him. 

“I’m glad to hear it! Haven’t seen you around these parts before. You new to town?” she pushed on, a cute pink now decorating her cheeks. 

König made a non-commital noise and muttered, “Passing through.”

The cashier began rambling on about all the things to do in the small town but you tuned her out when you noticed König tapping his fingers rapidly against his thigh. He was quite good at guarding his expressions but apparently not his body, his movements screaming anxious or annoyed. He’d talked with you a little on the subject when you mentioned getting anxious over meeting your trainer for the first time, but you’d never really been in a situation where you saw his. 

Hesitantly, you reached out and brushed your fingers against his, waiting for a reaction before you fully committed to the action. You wanted to help but you weren’t sure if a public display of affection would just make it worse. When he grabbed your hand, his gaze met yours and you saw that familiar little crinkle appear by his eyes, his lips quirking up under the fabric. 

“Danke, meine liebling,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

“So your total is twenty-eight thirty.”

The cashier speaking broke the comfortable little bubble around the two of you. Flushing softly as you saw the annoyance in her glare, you apologized to her for getting distracted and let go of König to grab your wallet from your purse only for your hand to be smacked away. Confusion brought your head up when you heard the beep of the card reader and watched him take the bag from her. 

“I was going to pay for that,” you mumbled, arms across your chest as you pouted. 

König chuckled and leaned down, resting a hand on the dip in your back to lead you out as he murmured lowly, “I know, but you will not pay for a single thing while I am here.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know? I do have my own money.” 

“Ja, but you are mine, and I always take care of what’s precious to me,” he replied smoothly.

Butterflies stormed your belly and you found it impossible to hold his gaze as he opened the glass door for you, urging you through first. What was this man doing to you? Treating you like a princess in bed was one thing, but to have him doting on you like this the rest of the time too? It was going to take some getting used to.  

“Have a good night! Don’t forget to stop by on your way back through!” 

You had to give it to her, she didn’t give up easily. If only you had the same gumption. You couldn’t have even imagined talking to König, let alone hitting on him, if he hadn’t been the one to initiate the conversation. 

“Thanks, have a good one,” you called back as König gave a half-assed little wave, letting the door shut behind you.

The warmth of his hand left your back as you approached the SUV, Amy and Max smoking at the back while Horangi and Luke yelled about something to do with cake from the back seat. 

“All good?” Amy asked.

You saw the mischievous look in Max’s eyes as he took a drag off his cigarette and lifted a single brow. 

“Yeah, everything good?” he parroted, a much more suggestive tone to his voice. 

Barely containing the urge to strangle him, you forced on a smile and nodded in reply. 

“Peachy, König had to rescue me from a douche bag but otherwise-”

“What?!” “What!”

Both were instantly at attention, Amy practically clucking around you like a mother hen while Max mumbled about figuring out who it was so he could “just talk to him”. It was adorable honestly. 

“Guys-”

“He’s gone,” König interrupted, a tinge of amusement in his tone as he walked by to get to his door, “Practically pissed himself on the way out.” 

Once they were certain you weren’t hurt, they finished their cigarettes and you all climbed back into the SUV. König instantly passed you his phone again, a silent understanding that you’d control the music, and you were on the road once more. 

“Oh, shit, did you see that cashier though?!” Luke cried suddenly, as if having a revelation. 

Horangi and Max instantly leaped on the topic. 

“Dude, right?! What a smoke show!” Max jeered eagerly, “She knew it too because there was no denyin’ the way she was tryin’ to show us her ass to get that pack of Marlboros.”

Amy let out a groan that matched the way you felt about the subject matter. At least they weren’t being too gross about it. You could imagine Amy, like you, had heard too much from the guys you worked with. 

“And what an ass it was,” Horangi groaned then raised his voice, “I bet the big man had an even better view down her top too, ain’t that right, König?”  

König went stiff beside you and you did your best to not react as you spotted the slight flush peeking over his gaiter. You could practically feel the nerves rolling off of him in waves, or were you projecting your own onto him? Did he usually talk about that kind of thing with Horangi? Not like you could really be upset with him if he did. Nobody knew about your secret relationship, and it wasn’t like looking at other people was illegal anyway. You could only imagine the beautiful women he worked with at KorTac. Fuck, take Amy as an example. She was gorgeous, and you had no doubt his fellow military members were attractive as well, especially since they all had to keep up a certain fitness level. No, you couldn’t- wouldn’t- be mad if he did the usual guy talk with his friends, but it didn’t make the knot of jealousy and insecurity in your chest any less painful. 

He made a non-commital noise in reply and Horangi burst into laughter. 

“I knew it! She try to pick you up too?” Horangi snickered.

Max slapped his leg and added, “She practically begged Horangi and me for a threesome.” 

“Think she’d be down to run a train if we-”

“Okay, enough!” Amy snapped.

When you looked back in surprise, you felt your heart tug in empathy at the deep red patches across her face. Yeah, she definitely felt the same way you did. 

“You have two women in the car with you assholes! Can you not be disgusting for five minutes?” she added on, “God, we don’t want to hear the way you talk about women as if we’re just pieces of meat for you to fuck.” 

The guys quieted down, a clear look of embarrassment or discomfort on their faces. 

“She’s not wrong,” you added quietly, “It’s just… it’s weird to hear.” 

Max was the first to break the silence, nudging Amy gently as he said, “Hey, I’m sorry. Don’t worry though. You’re fitter than her by a long shot.” 

It was clear he said it to ease the tension and thankfully it worked, Amy’s face darkening again but with a little smirk curling up the ends of her lips. 

“Shut up, you… man,” she shot back with a groan. 

As everyone seemed to relax back into normal conversations, you busied yourself on your phone for a distraction. Scrolling Instagram for a while helped somewhat calm your thoughts, but they came back instantly when you felt König’s fingers touch yours. 

Fuck. As you slid your fingers between his, you did your best to calm the emotions brewing in your belly. It wasn’t like you were mad, or even jealous really, you just felt… inferior, mentally comparing yourself to her. 

“Schatz?” he asked quietly, drawing your attention up.

The concern in his eyes made your heart ache. He knew you so well that it was honestly scary sometimes; a subtle reminder of how much effort he put into understanding you because he liked you <em>that</em> much. Despite being able to have anyone he could want, he chose <em>you</em>. Tapping your thumb against his, you flashed him a little smile. 

“I’m okay,” you assured him.

He seemed unsure of your response but, thankfully, dropped the subject. However, you did notice him holding your hand a little tighter and looking over at you even more until you made it to the drop-off point.

“Alright, remember to take everything. We are not coming back here until the camping trip is over,” König instructed as he slammed his door shut, “If you forget anything, that is on you.” 

“Copy, sir,” Luke replied.

The process of unloading the car took even longer than loading it had, and you really started to feel the fatigue of the day hit during the trek to the camping spot. They had determined that approximately five miles in from the usual campgrounds would be far enough out to avoid strangers dropping in but close enough to claim they got lost if they <em>were</em> discovered by anyone. It also left them about three miles from the supposed Ultranationalist’s base. Smart, but tiring nonetheless. You were suddenly quite happy for all the cardio and training you’d been doing with Max because, before that? You would have never been able to make the hike. 

“We’re here, sir,” Max said suddenly, lifting his GPS toward the colonel.

Thankfully the chosen spot was in a little clearing, not perfectly flat but better than sleeping directly on tree roots and rocks. A silence fell over the group as you all worked on assembling your tents. You and Amy were the only ones with a separate tent all on your own. Horangi and König shared a big one while Luke and Max did the same. By the time the last tent was up and ready, it was already starting to get dark. 

“Okay, fire time, anyone here a pyromaniac?” Horangi asked.

…

“Okay, okay! Never have I ever… slept with someone the same day I met them!” Amy said with a grin, eyes gleaming with the flames before her.

Max cried something about “unfair” while Horangi and Luke just took their shots with a sigh. Immediately your eyes went to König, blushing when you realized he was already staring at you. You subtly lifted your glass to him before downing the shot, grinning when he did the same.  

“Luke, your go!” 

The blonde leaned back and stared up at the sky for a second before a wide grin crossed his face. 

“Never have I ever received anal, and by that, I mean actually taken a dick or dildo up the ass. Fingers don’t count,” he finally said. 

You barely caught your mouth from dropping open in shock when Horangi, Max, and Amy all took shots. 

“Really?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah, you haven’t?” Max shot back with a snicker.

Cheeks heating up, you shrugged in reply, suddenly feeling a little out of place. 

“Hey, not everyone likes it, it’s not a big deal,” Amy assured you, “I don’t even really, I just did it for a guy a few times.” 

“I just haven’t really trusted anyone enough,” you explained.

“Oh, yeah, trust is definitely a big thing,” she agreed. 

Max popped open his last beer and took a long drink, eyes surveying the group as he made a show of thinking over his question. 

“Ah, got it! Never have I ever faked an orgasm!” he cried.

Both you and Amy immediately groan, taking the shot like good little troopers. You were surprised to see Luke take a drink as well. 

“Damn, both of you? Really?” Horangi hissed, “That’s harsh. Like, with a one-night stand or-”

“I don’t really do that so… no,” you replied with a shrug, “Been left high and dry by friends with benefits and relationships.”

Amy grimaced and said, “Yeesh, mine was at least with a guy who didn’t know me well. Fuck, if I’m gonna have sex with him more than once, he’d better know what he’s doing or there won’t be a third time.”

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, nearly spraying Sprite from your mouth like a fountain until you clapped a hand over your mouth and groaned. 

“Annyywaaayyy, on that note, I’m gonna turn into a pumpkin,” Max sighed, dropping his now empty beer bottle in the growing pile between him and Horangi. 

“Already?” Luke groaned. 

“Yeah, man, this has been fun but I don’t wanna be hungover tomorrow,” Max explained. 

As he got to his feet, you followed suit, telling the group you were headed to bed as well. Really you just wanted the chance to talk to Max about König and you. On the way over to the tents, you pulled him to a stop. 

“Hey, about earlier-”

“I’m not goin’ to say anythin’,” he cut in, smirking down at you, “Big guy deserves happiness and so do you.”

Blinking in shock, you stammered through questions until you finally asked, “What?”

“König; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy,” he explained as he pushed his hands into his pockets, “He’s a good guy once you get passed the happily-murderin’-people thin’, and I know that he’s not goin’ to hurt you, so I’ve no reason to say anythin’.”

At that, your brows furrowed. 

“You knew König before today?” you asked. 

Max stared at you as if you were stupid for a second before he groaned and said, “Shit, he hasn’t told you yet? I thought you knew there were some of us keeping an eye on the Shadows?”

“No, no, he told me that, I just didn’t know that <em>you</em> were one of them.”

“Why else do you think Declan’s shit got aired when it did? Not only was the guy a creep, but König didn’t want someone he couldn’t trust bein’ alone with you that often,” he explained, “Thus, voila, me!” 

Things slowly began to shift into place; The reason he was so insistent on training you properly, always keeping an eye out for you, and treating you like a sister. You weren’t sure how you felt about it. You knew König had spies inside the Shadows, and had admitted to using them to get to know you, but he was still manipulating your life even now? Why didn’t he just tell you? 

“Don’t be upset with him, aye? He’s just lookin’ out for you,” Max said suddenly, clapping a hand down on your shoulder.

“Yeah, no, I’m not mad,” you replied instantly, “Just… confused.” 

“That’s fair. Anywho, good night, oh and if <em>you</em> hear anything comin’ from Amy’s or mine, no ya didn’t,” he snickered, throwing a wink your way when you made a face. 

“Yeah, uh, okay then. Good night.” 

The two of you parted ways and you crawled into your tent with a sigh, thoughts rushing a mile a minute. You were honest when you said you weren’t upset at him, but you definitely wanted an explanation as to why. Turning on your little lamp, you used the light to dig through your bag until you found the black nightie you’d thrown in last minute. It was the only remotely sexy thing you had to sleep in and you wanted to be wearing something other than ratty old pajamas if König stuck to his word and actually joined you. Thankfully, it was pretty warm despite the time of year, so you were only slightly cold before you buried yourself in your sleeping bag and blanket. As you got comfortable, you listened to the sounds of the others talking and laughing, and despite your best efforts, you found your eyes fluttering closed. 

The next thing you knew, you were woken by the sound of a zipper and the tent rustling. At first, you thought about screaming until you heard a soft German curse by your feet. You sat up quickly to find his shadow struggling outside the tent. 

“H-Hold on,” you whispered, crawling forward to open it from your side, “I’m sorry, I thought I’d left enough room to get it open.” 

“It’s fine,” he replied.

Watching his giant form crawl through the tiny ass entry to the tent was probably the funniest thing you’d ever seen. He zipped it back before turning to face you, the lack of space in the tent making his proximity seem even closer. 

“Hey you,” you murmured softly, putting a hand out his way. 

He pulled your hand forward and placed a little kiss on your palm as he rumbled, “Hello, meine schatz. I would have been here sooner but Horangi wouldn’t stop talking about some football game- Ah, it does not matter, I’m just glad to be with you now.” 

You agreed quietly as he crawled to close the distance between your bodies, pushing you back onto the blanket as he did so until he was hovering over you with his hips firmly against yours. 

“I am sorry for earlier,” he said suddenly. 

“Hmm, earlier?” you asked, caught off guard by the statement. 

He gestured behind him and said, “Them, their talk about that woman. I could tell it upset you.” 

Well, shit. You weren’t sure how to respond to that. 

“And for the record, no, I did not look down her shirt,” he added, leaning down until his lips were barely brushing yours.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. 

“I wasn’t upset about that, König,” you assured him softly, “Though I wouldn’t blame you if you did. She <em>was</em> very pretty. It was mostly just how they talked about her that bothered me.” 

He made a noise low in his throat that made your skin tingle. When his mouth finally met yours, it was rough, teeth clacking and tongues battling. One hand planted itself by your head while the other wrapped around your throat, tilting your head up to give him better access to the furthest back parts of your mouth. You couldn’t resist rolling your hips up in search of friction and were rewarded with the delicious pressure of his hardening cock. When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting for air.

“Scheiße, why would I ever look at her when I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here?” he groaned, fingers giving your throat a little squeeze before trailing down your chest, “Nobody could compare to you, kleine maus.”

“F-Fuck!” you gasped out as he pinched your nipple through the nightie. 

Your chest was heaving with both lust and emotion as he slowly slid the strap down, revealing your breast to his hungry gaze. 

“Look at this, I barely touch you and your body reacts so perfectly to me,” he groaned softly. 

As his fingers slid over your tit and squeezed, you pulled him into another eager kiss, your nails scraping down his shoulders to his back as your legs wrapped around his hips. As sweet as his words were, you’d gone too fucking long without him and you needed him badly.

“Have you seen <em>you</em>?” you teased breathlessly between kisses, “You could just be sitting there and I’d be wet for you, meine lieb.” 

The noise he let out sent chills down your spine, the animalistic growl doing nothing to help the need growing between your legs. He suddenly pulled back, dodging as you tried to follow him for more and you couldn’t help but pout.

“That reminds me. You played a very naughty game earlier,” he said sternly, “That song? Where ever did you find that?” 

Grinning proudly, you replied, “I was looking up tips on learning and speaking German and I got distracted by German music and then I found that one. It just… It was kind of ironic, you know? Also, ya know, pretty hot.” 

“How did it go? Du weißt du kannst nicht entkommen, bin für immer in dei’m kopf, du beugst dich über ziehst am spiegel, während dessen zieh ich zopf” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape. I'm in your head forever. You bend over pulling at the mirror while I pull on your braid).</em> 

Blinking in shock, you quietly reply, “Uh, yeah. How’d you remember that?” 

A devilish smirk crossed his face as he finally leaned back down, but he changed his directory quickly to bring his lips to your ear instead.

“I may have listened to it a few times while Horangi was rambling,” he whispered, breath teasing your ear lightly, “Ich will, dass du weißt. Ich bleib bei dir. Ich bleib bei dir, baby, ich bleib bei dir.” &lt;em>(I want you to know. I’ll stay with you. I'll stay with you, baby, I'll stay with you.)</em>

“Oh <em>fuck me</em>,” you hissed, reflexively coiled back to stare up at him in awe. 

Not only had he paid attention to the song, but he had learned it in less than an hour. And he could fucking <em>sing<em> like <em>that</em>?! While his voice was beautiful normally, his gravelly tone fit the song so well that it almost sounded like it was made for him. Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss when he started kissing down your neck and humming bits of the song in between. 

“König, please,” you whimpered, fingers threading into his hair as he bit into the side of your breast and sucked. 

“Yes?” he asked, voice dripping with amusement. 

“I need you, please, now.”

Your efforts to pull him closer were thwarted when he pulled back once more, leaving you to glare up at him in frustration. 

“Not yet, scoot over,” he instructed, patting your hip until you begrudgingly moved to give him room. 

Tugging off his shirt, he tossed it aside before laying down on his back, unbuttoning his pants as he motioned you closer once more. You wasted no time climbing over his hips, a grin tilting up your lips at the way your thighs burned with the stretch to fit over his. 

“Ah-ah, nein, come here,” he grunted, taking hold of your waist.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you let him lead you up his body until you were hovering over his chest but when he tried to get you to move farther, you stopped. Unease settled in your chest when he tried again.

“What are you doing?” you asked blankly.

“I want you on my face, now,” he retorted sharply.

Hands sliding down and around, he cupped your ass at the same time as he arched his back, using the momentum to practically throw you forward until you were on hands and knees at his shoulders. 

“Are you fucking serious?”

He let out a huff of a laugh and retorted, “Yes? Why do you seem so surprised?” 

Your eyes widened in shock and you gestured to your body emphatically. 

“I’m not a tiny woman, König, I could hurt you… fuck, I could <em>kill</em> you!” you snapped, face burning hot as his eyes traveled over your form. 

A heavy sigh escaped his lips when he finally rolled his gaze up to meet yours, irritation clear in his eyes slowly melting away as his hands began kneading at your ass. 

“Schatz, you are not going to kill me, nor will you hurt me,” he muttered, “I am more than capable of moving you off if I had to, but I will not need to. Now, come.” 

He made it seem to be cut and dried; Like you wouldn’t be literally restricting his ability to breathe, like you wouldn’t have <em>all</em> of your weight on such a delicate part of the body. 

“I- I can’t,” you whispered with a shake of your head. 

“Why are you resist-”

“I have big thighs, König, and I know you’re fucking muscle man but what if you lose too much air and you aren’t coherent enough to move me away in time and–”

A sharp slap against your ass had you crying out before you could stop it, the stinging pain radiating through your cheek something fierce as he started to rub the area. Tears welled up in your eyes as he did it again but on the other side. You slapped a hand over your mouth in preparation for more, not wanting to be too loud. As he massaged that too, the pain slowly settled into a low ache that made your pussy throb. König speaking tore you from your inner turmoil and you listened intently. 

“I need you to trust me, meine liebling,”  König demanded, tone leaving little room for argument, “Now, get up here or I will continue to reprimand you until you are unable to even sit tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t!” you hissed, earning a blank look from the big man, “Fuck! For the record, I don’t feel comfortable doing this.”

Despite your words, you let him guide you the rest of the way until your bare cunt was level with his mouth. Fingers squeezed and rubbed at your soft cheeks as he hummed in reply and pulled the nightgown up to rest above your hips. 

“Good thing I don’t care what you want right now.”

Your brain short-circuited in response. Sure, König had always been the dominant and controlling one, but it was always with you in mind. To hear him blatantly state that he was ignoring your concerns was startling… and yet somehow hot as hell. 

He rumbled happily as he pulled you down just shy of sitting on him.

“I’ve been kept well informed about your daily activities and those little boys who think they can win you over.”

The first stroke of his tongue startled a little yelp out of you and you were quick to cover your mouth again, afraid of waking up the fellow campers nearby. His chuckle vibrated your clit in a way that had you almost falling completely against him but you managed to strengthen your legs at the last second and braced one hand on the ground. 

“They- They weren’t-” 

“Nein, do not lie to me. I know about the flowers and the invitations,” he snapped. 

With a little huff, you retorted, “Then you know I threw them away and rejected them, yeah?” 

“That is not enough. They deserve to be <em>flayed alive</em> for even daring to ask you out. The same goes for that arschloch who tried to hit on you today. As if a single one of them is worthy of you, or capable enough to worship this pussy like I do. I am going to remind you just why you belong to me, and why you are only one for me.”   

A little voice in the back of your head dared you to speak up, to tell him it wasn’t their fault they didn’t know you were taken because you had to hide your relationship, but that thought was thrown out the window when he suckled tight on your clit. 

“S-Shi-”

You muffled your little moans again as your other hand found his resting on your hip. Sliding your fingers between his, you slowly let your body relax and allowed him to draw you down even closer, earning a hungry growl from the beast below you. Bit by bit, he coaxed you into rocking your hips. Every movement was met with praising noises from the colonel and it made your anxiety slowly drift away. 

That familiar coil began to tighten in your core as he lapped at your clit faster, broad tongue deft and strong in its motions. It had been way too long since you’d felt his touch and the situation wasn’t making it any easier, the thought of being caught by either of your teammates one that invoked panic and lust. 

You tried to swat away his other hand from where it came to rest on your lower belly, pressing at the extra plush you weren’t comfortable with, but he was too stubborn. He did this the last time you were together too, seemingly understanding how uncomfortable you were with your weight and rolls but refusing to stop touching them. He said he liked how soft you were, that while you were tiny and breakable, he felt better knowing you had that added layer of protection from him and his… excitable tendencies. It kind of hurt, at first, to hear him admit that he noticed that you were indeed chubby but he took his time to <em>prove</em> without a doubt that he saw it as a good thing, something he actually enjoyed on you. The fact that he’d gotten hard while kissing each part of your body that you found imperfect made believing him somewhat easier. 

“O-Oh, oh fuck, König, ju-just- mmh!” 

Biting hard into the meat of your palm, you couldn’t resist giving in completely to your desires, hips moving of their own accord as you chased that growing high. Unfortunately, he tried to say something and, although muffled, his noises instantly broke the spell. 

“Oh god, what? Are you okay?!” you squeaked in shock.

When you tried to move to give him room, his hands clamped down so hard on your hips that you actually cried out and smacked him reflexively. He loosened his grip just enough but didn’t bother letting you go, urging you into moving again. It took a second to calm your heart but once you were certain he hadn’t been calling out for air, you let him pull you back into the waves of bliss. Every stroke of his tongue had your toes curling, little needy mewls of pleasure panting against your palm as your nails dug into the back of his hand. Without really thinking, you reached down and snagged a handful of his hair, pulling him closer as those familiar pulses steadily pushed you toward the edge. 

“König, god, fuck, please baby, I- I-”

Once still, his hands jerked you down until your pussy was flush with his face and his tongue thrust into your core, grinding your clit against his nose with each rut of your hips. It was almost unbearable. Embarrassment tried to rear its ugly head as your thighs clenched around his face but the sudden aggressive moans König let out were enough to fuel you on. 

When it finally hit, it hit hard. Your hand did nothing to stifle the pure, unadulterated ecstasy pouring from your lips, nor the heated mantra of his name as you rode his face. He pushed you through wave after wave of pleasure until you clawed at his hands to release you, escaping from his clutches and falling to the ground beside him in a messy pile of sweat and whimpers. 

König didn’t sound to be in much better shape, his breaths as heavy as yours, but within a minute he was over you, shoving your knees to his chest with one arm while the other tore down his pants and pulled himself free of his boxers. A peek of guilt flashed in your chest as you took in his red, disheveled appearance, but it was as if he sensed it, eyes immediately locking onto yours as he lined up his cock. 

“Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist. Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen,” he panted, “I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how beautiful you are, how much I love you.”

Before you even had the chance to react, he thrust forward and buried himself in your cunt with a heady groan. Your hand once again found its place over your mouth as you nearly screamed his name. Sobs broke through your fingers and your other hand found the silky fabric of your sleeping bag, nails scratching and embedding themselves in the fabric in some last-ditch effort to keep yourself grounded.

“Look at me, Süßes mädchen,” he growled, a slight tremor vibrating through his form, “Let me see those beautiful eyes while I wreck you.” 

You tried to listen but the moment he drew out and slammed back in, your eyes instinctively shut against the pain and pleasure. It felt like he was breeching your cervix but the pressure against your g-spot felt so good it nearly canceled it out into something pleasurable. Fabric was no longer enough. You needed more, your hand coming to grab at his wrist and digging your nails into his flesh with a whine. 

“Eyes, Y/N.”

Though hazy and tear-filled, you managed to force them open and found him watching you closely, lip bitten his lips as he groaned softly and started fucking you slowly. The slow pace didn’t continue long, much to your simultaneous relief and downfall. When he shifted and pushed your legs further back, it tore a moan from you both. His cock hit that same sweet spot over and over as you clenched around him and the tears finally broke through. 

“F-Fuck, yeessss, there!” you keened weakly, arching into him with the help of his hold, “So- so good. Ohmygod. König, please don’t- don’t stop, Jesus, don’t ever stop!” 

A devastating snarl filled the air as his thrusts grew violent, fingers squeezing your soft thighs so hard you’d certainly have unexplainable bruising in the morning. That thought alone squeezed your walls tighter around him in need. 

“Scheiße!” he hissed suddenly, jerking his hand away from yours. 

Startled, your eyes popped open only to find him staring at his wrist in awe, fresh drops of dark blood running down his arm. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I-!”

In the next breath, your legs were down around his waist and he was leaning over you, one hand on the ground and the other on your throat so hard you could barely think over the pounding of blood in your ears. 

His voice sounded inhuman as he growled your name and bit out, “Don’t apologize, ever. It is an honor to drive you so mad that you wound me. Mark me all you want, maus, I will wear them with pride.” 

Oh. Oh, that was new. You managed a weak little nod before you lost yourself in his touch, rolling your hips up to meet his as the sounds of bodies slapping muddied the air. 

“I feel you tightening again, schatz, do you want to come for me again? Hmm? Going to be my good girl and come so I can fill this pretty little cunt?”

A little positive squeak was all you could make out under the pressure of his hand but it was enough. Every point of his body against yours felt like pure molten lava. Every thrust of his hips rubbed perfectly against your clit. It was heaven and hell in the best of ways. 

“Pl-Please!” you gasped out as you felt that spark flickering to life. 

“Ja, that’s it, taking me so well,” he grunted. 

It was obvious how close he was, the waver in his voice and the way his pace faltered, and his grip tightened just enough to cut off your air supply. Fear became reality for a moment, but when he cried your name, it was over. Your head slammed back into the ground as you silently screamed for him. The world felt upside down when he suddenly released your throat and the blood rushed back into your head, your lungs panting for much-needed oxygen only to whimper his name with reverence. 

“Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst,” he groaned, voice taking on a high pitched whine, “Need to fill you, breed you, bitte, bitte, can I?” 

The moment your brain registered what he had said, a third orgasm hit and you jerked him into a frantic kiss, ignoring the need for breath. Hearing König say that he wanted to breed you? Instantly, logic was gone. It didn’t matter that you were on birth control and couldn’t get pregnant. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than for him to come in you so deep that you’d never be completely rid of him. 

“Bitte,” you whimpered back, “König, bitte, yes!” 

 His reaction was instant, voracious moans pouring into your mouth as he started pounding you so hard it actually hurt.

“I love you so much,” he growled darkly, “You’re mine forever, you know that, ja? Mine to love, and protect, and fuck, and breed. Gott, you’ll look so fucking beautiful, all round and soft and pregnant… fuck, with <em>my</em> baby. Mine- Oh, verdammt, ich komme!”  

A sob broke through your lips as he buried himself with one last thrust and your walls clung tight to him as he throbbed deep in your cunt. His whines filled your ears like the sweetest symphony, hips twitching and breaths shaky as he rode out his orgasm. 

Pressing a much softer kiss to his mouth, you bumped your nose into his and pushed your forehead to his. If asked later, you would swear that it was at that moment you knew that you were one hundred percent irrevocably and undeniably in love with König. You wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him, to act on his wishes, and to have him as the father of your children and as your life partner. You would do anything and everything to keep him, to make him as happy as he made you.

Fingers coming to thread into his hair and massage his scalp softly, you whispered against his lips, “I love you too, König, so much.”

#könig #cod smut #könig x reader #cod fanfic #könig smut #könig fanfiction #könig cod #betrayal never felt so good

[saydams]

the usa senate passed the budget that banned all aid to UNRWA and Biden signed it.

the senators who voted for this budget (preventing usa from funding UNRWA) are under the readmore. if your senator is on this list, call [phone] and demand they find another way of funding relief to palestine.

Tammy Baldwin Wis.

Richard Blumenthal Conn.

Cory Booker N.J.

John Boozman Ark.

Katie Britt Ala.

Sherrod Brown Ohio

Laphonza Butler Calif.

Maria Cantwell Wash.

S. Capito W.Va.

Benjamin L. Cardin Md.

Tom Carper Del.

Bob Casey Pa.

Bill Cassidy La.

Susan Collins Maine

Chris Coons Del.

John Cornyn Tex.

C. Cortez Masto Nev.

Tom Cotton Ark.

Kevin Cramer N.D.

Tammy Duckworth Ill.

Dick Durbin Ill.

Joni Ernst Iowa

John Fetterman Pa.

Deb Fischer Neb.

Kirsten Gillibrand N.Y.

Lindsey Graham S.C.

Chuck Grassley Iowa

M. Hassan N.H.

Martin Heinrich N.M.

John Hickenlooper Colo.

Mazie Hirono Hawaii

John Hoeven N.D.

Cindy Hyde-Smith Miss.

Tim Kaine Va.

Mark Kelly Ariz.

Angus King Maine

Amy Klobuchar Minn.

Ben Ray Luján N.M.

Joe Manchin III W.Va.

Edward J. Markey Mass.

Mitch McConnell Ky.

Robert Menendez N.J.

Jeff Merkley Ore.

Jerry Moran Kan.

Markwayne Mullin Okla.

Lisa Murkowski Alaska

Chris Murphy Conn.

Patty Murray Wash.

Jon Ossoff Ga.

Alex Padilla Calif.

Gary Peters Mich.

Jack Reed R.I.

Mitt Romney Utah

Jacky Rosen Nev.

Mike Rounds S.D.

Brian Schatz Hawaii

Charles E. Schumer N.Y.

Jeanne Shaheen N.H.

Kyrsten Sinema Ariz.

Tina Smith Minn.

Debbie Stabenow Mich.

Dan Sullivan Alaska

Jon Tester Mont.

John Thune S.D.

Thom Tillis N.C.

Chris Van Hollen Md.

Mark R. Warner Va.

Raphael G. Warnock Ga

Elizabeth Warren Mass.

Peter Welch Vt.

Sheldon Whitehouse R.I.

Roger Wicker Miss.

Ron Wyden Ore.

Todd Young Ind.

#usa politics #unwra #palestine #gaza #us politics

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O sindicato dos diretores dos Estados Unidos revelou os indicados ao DGA Awards 2024. A cerimônia acontece no dia 10 de fevereiro.

Confira abaixo:

-Melhor direção Greta Gerwig (Barbie) Yorgos Lanthimos (Pobres criaturas) Christopher Nolan (Oppenheimer) Alexander Payne (Os rejeitados) Martin Scorsese (Assassinos da lua das flores)

-Melhor estreia na direção Cord Jefferson (American Fiction) Manuela Martelli (Chile ‘76) Noora Niasari (Shayda) A.V. Rockwell (A Thousand and One) Celine Song (Vidas passadas)

-Melhor direção em série de drama The Last of Us - Peter Hoar Succession - Becky Martin Succession - Mark Mylod Succession - Andrij Parekh Succession - Robert Pulcini & Shari Springer Berman

-Melhor direção em série de comédia Ted Lasso - Erica Dunton Barry - Bill Hader Ted Lasso - Declan Lowney O Urso - Christopher Storer O Urso - Ramy Youssef

-Melhor direção em filme de TV ou minisserie Toda Luz Que Não Podemos Ver - Shawn Levy Uma Questão de Química - Tara Miele Uma Questão de Química - Millicent Shelton Uma Questão de Química - Sarah Adinah Smith Daisy Jones & The Six - Nzingha Stewart

-Melhor direção em programa infantil Percy Jackson e os Olimpianos - James Bobin American Born Chinese - Destin Daniel Cretton Goosebumps - Rob Letterman Stand Up & Shout: Songs From a Philly High School - Amy Schatz American Born Chinese - Dinh Thai

-Melhor direção em documentário Bobi Wine: The People’s President - Moses Bwayo & Christopher Sharp 20 Days in Mariupol - Mstyslav Chernov Beyond Utopia - Madeleine Gavin Still: A Michael J. Fox Movie - Davis Guggenheim Kokomo City - D. Smith

#DGAAwards #DGAAwards2024 #Premiacao

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[kickmag]

Urbanworld Film Festival Announces 2023 Lineup

The 27th annual Urbanworld Film Festival's lineup has been announced for the event taking place the first week of November. The five-day occasion is November 1-5 at AMC 34th Street and the SVA Theatre in New York City. The schedule includes the world premiere of A Wu-Tang Experience: Live At Red Rocks Amphitheatre directed by Rza and Gerald Barclay. A conversation with Marvel Studios' The Marvels writer/director and Urbanworld album Nia Acosta is also planned. HBO returns as a Founding Partner and Warner Brothers Discovery is the Prestige Partner. 

Stand Up & Shout: Songs from a Philly High School, an HBO Documentary Films feature, from director Amy Schatz and executive produced by Mike Jackson, John Legend and Ty Stiklorius of Get Lifted Film Co. will screen. Lawman: Bass Reeves, starring and executive produced by David Oyelowo about the first Black US Marshal is scheduled for viewing. Maxine's Baby: The Tyler Perry Story will be presented by Amazon Prime and National Geographic Documentary Films is having a youth screening of The Space Race directed by Urbanworld alum Lisa Cortés (Little Richard I Am Everything) and Diego Hurtado de Mendoza. 

The work of more Urbanworld alums will be highlighted with To Live And Let Die starring Amin Joseph and Omari Hardwick; Young. Wild. Free. directed by Thembi Banks with Sanaa Lathan and Mike Epps; and Sira, a Berlinale audience winner directed by Apolline Traoré.

ESPN is presenting Black Girls Play from documentary team Joe Brewster and Michéle Stephenson. Disney+ is showcasing six short films from its Disney + Launchpad incubator program of filmmakers including The Ghost, directed by Erica Eng; Black Belts, directed by Spencer Glover; Beautiful, FL, directed by Gabriela Ortega; The Roof, directed by Alexander Bocchieri; Maxine, written and directed by Niki Ang and Project CC, directed by Cashmere Jasmine. 

The almost 100 titles comprises shorts from several known artists including Yvonne Orji's directing debut with Jamaal and Zainab Jah's first film Reunion. Executive producer, Urbanworld alum and writer Nelson George will present Flower, a short film about ballerina Misty Copeland. Benny Boom's A Love Letter To Hip-Hop starring Tariq Trotter aka Black Thought and Part of Me: Anuar Khalifi by Yasiin Bey starring Yasiin Bey (fka Mos Def) are two of the music-oriented titles. 

To purchase tickets and passes, visit urbanworld.org. 

2023 Urbanworld International Film Festival Lineup 

Spotlight Presentations

Lawmen: Bass Reeves – Created by Chad Feehan (Presented by Paramount+)

Maxine's Baby: The Tyler Perry Story – Directed by Gelila Bekele and Armani Ortiz (Presented by Prime Video)

Stand Up & Shout: Songs from a Philly High School – Directed by Amy Schatz (Presented by HBO Documentary Films)

The Space Race – Directed by Diego Hurtado de Mendoza and Lisa Cortés (Presented by National Geographic Documentary Films)

U.S./World Cinema Narrative Features 

Chronicles of a Wandering Saint (Argentina) – Directed by Tomás Gómez Bustillo (New York Premiere)

Frybread Face and Me – Directed by Billy Luther (New York Premiere)

INKY PINKY PONKY (New Zealand) – Directed by Damon Fepuleai, Ramon TeWake (U.S. Premiere)

To Live and Die and Live – Directed by Qasim Basir

Young. Wild. Free. – Directed by Thembi Banks (New York Premiere)

Sira (Burkina Faso) – Directed by Apolline Traoré (U.S. Premiere)

Documentary Features

A Wu-Tang Experience: Live at Red Rocks Amphitheatre – Directed by Gerald K. Barclay and The RZA (World Premiere)

Bike Vessel – Directed by Eric D. Seals (New York Premiere)

Black Barbie: A Documentary – Directed by Lagueria Davis (New York Premiere)

Brief Tender Light (Ghana/USA) – Directed by Arthur Musah (New York Premiere)

Disney Launchpad Shorts (Presented by Disney+)

Beautiful, FL – Directed by Gabriela Ortega

Black Belts – Directed by Spencer Glover

Maxine – Directed by Niki Ang

Project CC – Directed by Cashmere Jasmine

The Ghost – Directed by Erica Eng

The Roof – Directed by Alexander Bocchieri

POV Showcase (Presented by WNET)

By Way of Canarsie – Directed by Emily Packer and Lesley Steele

Freshwater – Directed by dream hampton

Sol in the Garden – Directed by Emily Cohen Ibañez and Débora Souza Silva

Still Waters – Directed by Aurora Brachman

The Dream of a Horse (Iran) – Directed by Marjan Khosravi (New York Premiere)

U.S. And World Narrative Shorts

A Version – Directed by Asad Farooqui (New York Premiere)

August Visitor – Directed by Ifeyinwa Arinze

Becoming – Directed by Tramaine Raphael Gray

Children of Light (Korea/USA) – Directed by Minkyu Kang (New York Premiere)

Choices – Directed by Justin Luis Denis (World Premiere)

Cousins – Directed by Karina Dandashi

Cut Me If You Can – Directed by Nicolas Polixene and Sylvain Loubet (New York Premiere)

Death & Ramen – Directed by Tiger Ji

Don't Touch My Hair – Directed by Matthew Law (New York Premiere)

Don't Wait Up For Me – Directed by Alain Alfaro (New York Premiere)

ExpoZure – Directed by Kimson Albert (World Premiere)

Hématome (Belgium) – Directed by Babetida Sadjo

Homing – Directed by Ricardo Varona (New York Premiere)

House Party (United Kingdom) – Directed by William Alexander Boyd III (U.S. Premiere)

Incomplete – Directed by Zoey Martinson

I Held Him – Directed by Hans Augustave

JAMAAL – Directed by Yvonne Orji (World Premiere)

Jerome – Directed by Gianfranco Fernández-Ruiz (New York Premiere)

LOOK BACK AT IT – Directed by Felicia Pride

Lunchbox – Directed by Anne Hu

Magic Ring – Directed by Alex Ashe

My Two Left Feet – Directed by Damian Gonzalez (U.S. Premiere)

October Mourning – Directed by Frederick Thornton (New York Premiere)

Reunion – Directed by Zainab Jah and Tim Naylor (New York Premiere)

Spaceship – Directed by Jorge G. Camarena (New York Premiere)

The Burden – Directed by Tish Arana (New York Premiere)

The Fore-men (Canada) – Directed by Adrian Bobb (East Coast Premiere)

The Old Young Crow (Japan) – Directed by Liam LoPinto (New York Premiere)

TikTok Challenged – Directed by Ivan Rome

YELLOW (United Kingdom) – Directed by ELHAM EHSAS (East Coast Premiere)

Documentary Shorts

Black Girls Play: The Story of Hand Games – Directed by Joe Brewster and Michèle Stephenson (Presented by ESPN Films)

Duckworthy – Directed by M.G. Evangelista (New York Premiere)

I Was a Soul Train Dancer – Directed by Timiza Sanyika (New York Premiere)

Merman – Directed by Sterling Hampton IV

PART OF ME - Anuar Khalifi BY Yasiin Bey (Spain) – Directed by Jordi Esgleas Marroi (New York Premiere)

OVER THE WALL – Directed by KRYSTAL TINGLE

SLICE – Directed by Zaire Love (New York Premiere)

The Big Idea: Birth Without Bias – Directed by Sarah Klein, Tom Mason (New York Premiere)

Things Long Left Unsaid – Directed by Antonia Thornton (New York Premiere)

WA GUEJJ GUI - OCEAN PEOPLE – Directed by Clé Hunnigan (World Premiere)

Animation Shorts

Bridges – Directed by Jonathan Davenport (World Premiere)

BURNING RUBBER – Directed by Christopher Fequiere and Dara King (New York Premiere)

Lil’ Ruby – Directed by Bartek Kik (New York Premiere)

Perfect City: The Bravest Kid – Directed by Shengwei Zhou (East Coast Premiere)

Tomato Kitchen (China) – Directed by Junyi Xiao

Experimental

BET Presents: A Love Letter to Hip Hop – Directed by Benny Boom

FLOWER – Directed by Lauren Finerman

It Smells Like Springtime – Directed by Mackie Mallison

Quiet As It's Kept – Directed by Ja'Tovia Gary (New York Premiere)

Paradise Ft. Terrace Martin & Alex Isley – Directed By child. (Presented By Jill Newman Productions)

Young Creators Showcase

BURNT MILK (Jamaica) – Directed by Joseph Douglas Elmhirst (U.S. Premiere)

Of Silence and Song – Directed by Dai Leyi (New York Premiere)

Shallots and Garlic / Bawang Merah Bawang Putih (Indonesia/Canada) – Directed by Andrea Nirmala Widjajanto (New York Premiere)

Xiaohui and his cows (China) – Directed by Xinying Lao (New York City Premiere)

UNERASABLE – Directed by Déon Ragin (World Premiere)

Screenplays

I Don’t Dream in Spanish Anymore – Written by Missy Hernandez

Long Live AJ – Written by Marvin Van Buren

Panorama Connection – Written by Nicole Weaver

The Washroom – Written by Omar Al Dakheel and Elie El Choufany

#urbanworld film festival

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector’s Edition: Canonical-Esque Crack Fic {Edited}

Crack fic isn’t a seek-and-find for me; but these, Dear Reader, are so well-written that an angel descended to place a holy smooch on my forehead-- platonically, of course. (And they at least make more sense than anything canonical that Cracked-Crust Carter wrote recently.) 

Loose chronological order below~ 

@poolsidescientist​‘s (Ao3) Overshadowed   

““I don’t even know why you wanted me to read it. You said you found it in the trash. Maybe it was there for a reason.”

“What makes you say that?” It was more of an accusation than a question.

“You mean, other than the fact that it’s terrible? Reading it was a waste of my time.” Skinner organised his papers and stuffed them in his briefcase. “It was the second worst thing I’ve read this week.””

S1-2 CSM wants someone to read his book... and tricks Skinner into doing so. And immediately regrets it. 

@viceversawrites’s (Ao3) Mulder eating a whole pie

““Conversely, Scully is still wide-eyed. “A whole pie? Mulder, I’m not sharing, and we can’t take it with us on the plane in the morning.”

“Who said I was going to share?” Mulder asked, a genuine tone of confusion in his voice.””

Post Jose Chung From Outer Space-- Scully is horrified to witness Mulder eating a whole pie in person, but doesn’t know what appalls her more: this hidden talent, or his complete nonchalance about it.

Stephanie Lutz’s Mask of the Green Death 

““Skinner took Scully’s arm and pulled her aside.  “I’d keep clear of Romeo if I were you,” he warned her in a low voice, inclining his head to the other side of the table.  “He’s been at the punch already.” 

Scully followed his gaze to where Agent Pendrell stood swaying slightly, in a poet’s shirt, and very tight tights.... Obviously spotting her, Pendrell’s already bright eyes widened, and he waved vigorously.””

It’s a S3-4 Halloween party at the Skinners; and Scully has to avoid the shenanigans of not only her partner, but also the besotted poet Pendrell.  Meanwhile, CSM roasts Mulder over his outfit. Even the aliens have thoughts. 

bellefleur’s Iced  

““Mulder took a deep breath and stepped back from the curtain, going over the routine in his head.  He had spent the day receiving a private lesson from the choreographer, topped off by a dress rehearsal with the entire cast less than an hour before curtain.  They had simplified the routine for his sake, but he hoped he wouldn't blow it.  If that wasn't complicated enough, he also had to keep watch for anything suspicious, since any of the skaters or backstage workers could be their suspect.   

They just didn't pay him enough for this job.””

Post Detour Mulder must relive his Ice Capades trauma in an ice-skating Big Bird disguise. Scully is fooled into believing she has escaped unscathed. 

Loved this one so much it deserved a badly drawn sketch: 

Is There A Doctor In the House

““Curious about the persistent clicking, Scully quietly approached until she could catch a glimpse of his screen. 

"Hard at work, I see?" 

"Scully!"  He closed the solitaire game, but not soon enough to escape her view.  "What are you doing home so early?”"

IWTB Mulder spends his time in isolation productively avoiding his Ph. D.’s thesis paper, gridlocking himself out of re-certification. Scully finally brings the hammer down. 

Pattie’s

Youthful Distraction  

““The smile on her face faded quickly when she turned to see someone sitting behind Mulder's desk. He wore a sweatshirt, loose jeans, and he appeared to be a teen-aged boy.

"May I help you? This is a private office."

"Good," the young man said. "Let's keep it that way. Before you say anything else, just close the door and I can explain. I think." Mulder knew it was going to be a rough time.””

S5 CSM creates a clone to trick Mulder into using de-aging cream, turning him into a teenage. Scully saves him, as usual, and the X-Files are not lost due to this recent doubt of stupidity.

X-Net

““Yes. Uh... Jack. You sound like you grew up here. There's no difficulty with your English."

"Second generation Earth," he said. He sipped his coffee, as the others nodded knowingly. "I was born in Mississippi. Even tried out for Jeopardy once, but... well, you can see why I was turned down."

"Yes," was all I could manage to say. I couldn't imagine America exposed to the sight of a grey on a game show, but perhaps there would be a time when we would overcome that and be more egalitarian.”"

S7 Skinner shocks both his agents with their new assignment: investigate an alien slavery farm. They have surprisingly good English; but the whole situation is so chill and bizarre that Scully ends up creating elaborate conspiracies to justify it while Mulder accepts the facts for what they are.

See Fox Run

““See Fox run. See Fox run after villain.  See Fox lose gun.

Here is Dana.  See Dana run.  See Dana run in big girl shoes.

See Walter.  See Walter sit at his desk. See Dana and Fox sit in frontof Walter's desk. Walter has a big desk.””

Dick-and-Jane-esque narration of Mulder and Scully’s daily activities.  

Thalia D’Muse’s I Lay a Rose Upon Your Grave

““I...I'm sorry it's taken me so long to visit you. I should have been here sooner, but...well, you know how life has a tendency to overwhelm you. You more than anyone know what it's like to live a life against the odds, always wondering what's around the next corner. You had such courage in the face of adversity. I admire you for that.””  

S5 Mulder eulogizes Elvis’s memory for Valentine’s Day. And Scully’s over it.

This is giving me “DD and Gary Shandling's man-crush comedic bit” vibes.

Ten’s (Gossamer) Taco Bell Tails  

““It also looked incredibly dumb. Garfield's Odie brought to life. Queequeg had been an overgrown powderpuff with a tongue, but this one looked like it had been put together all wrong. For one thing, the head seemed very narrow, not allowing for much of a brain. 

Mulder saw that Scully was watching him carefully, so was glad he had kept his opinions to himself. He said, "I won't keep you." Then he remembered. "Oh, since you've got what looks like the live Taco Bell dog, you might like these miniature ones. Here." He slid the talking toys out of the bag, onto the sofa.””

S5 Scully has another dog-- a weird chihuahua-- and Mulder accidentally sets off his feral, protective side over some puppy plushes. 

Girlie_girl7′s 

Of Two Minds

““Scully slides off the bed.  "I'm not Mulder!  You're Mulder and you're here because you've sustained a concussion in the line of duty," then she shakes her head, "and you don't remember any of this do you?"

Mulder stares at his partner.  "Are you the nurse? Because if you are it's highly inappropriate for you to be sitting on my bed.”"

Post The Ghosts That Stole Christmas-- Mulder wakes from a knock on the head with SCULLY’s memories. Scully’s further thrown for a loop by Skinner mildly blaming HER for not just dating already; Maggie swooping in and “adopting” Mulder, and TLG sneering at Mulder’s sneers of their beliefs and conspiracies.

The Love Bug

““Strap do you personally know any of the people that were affected by this love bug."

"Well sir, there's Granville Banger fer one."

Mulder looks surprised.  "He was affected?"

"I guess so.  Ol' Gran never had any inclination to get hitched and then 'bout three years a go this month he met Elsie and fell in love."

Mulder scrunches up his face.  "She wasn't a cow was she?"

"No sir.  She was a big woman but I wouldn't call her no cow."

Post Brand X-- A farmer and his cow, a woman with a James Dean shrine, bunk beds, and limestone highs make for a really trippy case. 

Cornerofmadness‘s 

The Simple Truth  

““Mulder, we can not tell this to Skinner.” Scully watched the blob floating out to sea.

“Why not?” He flopped down in the sand, also studying the waves and the thing moving out against their relentless search for the shore. It looked silly with him in a suit and tie. His camera dangled loosely from its wrist strap. “It's the truth.”

Scully sighed, pinching her nose. “There's the truth, and there's this.”

Post Agua Mala Scully whines about having to tell Skinner that their latest case involved a 15 ft. penguin terrorizing the Floridian coast. Mulder sticks to his principles and reminds Scully of their office poster.   

Of Webs and Flames  

““The heat of the blaze warmed Mulder, and he needed it after being in the forest for so many hours. Of course, much of his chill wasn’t from the early spring evening but rather the fact that the forest had crawled with spiders the size of deer. It had looked like the Mirkwood in there. Next to him Scully leaned on their car, her face illuminated by the dancing flames. Her eyes remained huge, fixed on the forest fire.””

A giant forest-fire is not the reason Mulder and Scully are investigating this latest case-- in fact, he might have set it on fire. Giant spiders and all that. But it’s a great backdrop for Mulder to make his move. 

Sarah Ellen Parsons’s My Constant Touchstone Who Makes Me A Whole Person

““It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, but I knew that this must be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.  I had learned to trust no one, though I still wanted to believe.  But I was tilting at windmills, until you arrived and kept me honest.  Kept me from crucifying myself with my "spooky" behavior, kept me from going off half-cocked with your logic and your devotion to scientific evidence, let me know that I should endeavor to persevere, that my heart will go on.””

Post Amor Fati Mulder likes to embellish “friendship” (and not NOT love) letters to Scully with their best lines, while weaving in some from random movies he’s watched. It’s very him; and isn’t NOT (but not) a confession letter. 

Amy Schatz’s

Take Your Memory With You When You Go

““Scully looked from one side of the room to the other, and then leaned close to him, as if she had a big secret to tell.  Finally, she whispered, "We're not accruing."

She had lost her mind.  Mulder was quite certain of it now.  Something had snapped inside her brain.  Looney Toons weren't just cartoons for her anymore.

"We're not accruing," he repeated, trying to figure out how he would get her to consent to going to a mental hospital.  "Scully, if this is some strange way of getting me to do more of the case reports? or? or your taxes, or something, I think it would be better just to ask me."

But Scully was all business.””

S7 Scully has apparently lost her mind. Mulder is panicking until she points out everything they do has no purpose. After a spiral into their files, they realize not only do they achieve nothing they also repress even more.

Pteropod’s Thirty-four Minutes in the Life of Brain

““Why do you assume I wouldn't just go to the video store on a lonely Friday night and decide to rent it for myself?"

"Is that what happened?"

"Nope."

-- 11:17am --

"Why did you ask?”"

The Life of Brian’s theme song gets stuck in S7 Mulder’s head-- and he shares the ear worm with his on-the-down-low secret girlfriend Scully. It’s all worth it when he gets her to admit she liked the movie. 

Alelou’s (Xanadu) Continuity  

““Doctor:  Not worried that you're carrying an alien baby anymore, then? 

Scully:  Oh well, you know.  Que sera sera.”” 

This is simply a fic lamp shading all the flaws in Per Manum. 

@drbedeliadumaurier/heartsfilthylesson‘s isolated systems (Ao3) 

““Scully,” he says without taking his eyes off his mobile, their pizza cooling on the coffee table. Sometimes she misses his slideshows because they never interrupted dinner. “Look at this.” 

It’s a poorly drawn frog, both human-like and not.... “What’s this?”

The corner of Mulder’s lips curve in one of those I-thought-you’d-never-ask smiles. Scully already regrets it. “It’s a Rare Pepe.”” 

S11 Mulder deadpans about the Pepe Meme conspiracy. Scully’s over it. 

There we go! 

Enjoy! 

#txf #xf fanfic #x-files #fic #Collector's Edition #Canonical-Esque Crack Fic #mine #poolsidescientist #viceversawrites #Stephanie Lutz #bellefleur #Ten #Cornerofmadness #Sarah Ellen Parsons #Amy Schatz #Pteropod #Alelou #drbedeliadumaruier #heartsfilthylesson

[khulkulkhan]

Lieblingsfilme der 1980er Jahre/ Most favoured movies of the 1980s

Ein Ticket für Zwei (Planes, Trains and Automobiles

Legende

Die schrillen vier auf Achse (National Lampoons Vacation)

Die Geister die ich rief (Scrooged)

Das letzte Einhorn (The last Unicorn)

Geschenkt ist noch zu teuer

Der Tag des Falken (Ladyhawke)

Indian Jones - Jäger des verlorenen Schatzes (Raider of the lost Arct)

Star Wars Episode V - Das Imperium schlägt zurück (The Empire strikes back)

Hilfe die Amis kommen (National Lampoons European Vacation)

Die Glücksritter (Traded Places)

Highlander

Die Götter müssen verrückt sein II (The Gods must be crazy 2)

Zwei hinreißend verdorbene Schurken

Teuflische Nachbarn

Schöne Bescherung (National Lampoons Christmas Vacation)

Zurück in die Zukunft (Back to the Future)

Excalibur

Star Trek II - Der Zorn des Khan (The Wrath of Khan)

Rosenkrieg (War of the Roses)

Untouchables - Die Unbestechlichen

Die Götter müssen verrückt sein (The Gods must be grazy)

Star Wars Episode VI - Die Rückkehr der Jedi Ritter (The Return of the Jedi Knights)

Rocky IV - Der Kampf des Jahrhunderts

Keiner haut wie Don Camillo

Ronja die Räubertochter

Flash Gordon

Der Name der Rose (The Name of the Rose)

Hawk - Hüter des magischen Schwertes (The Slayer)

Cocktail

Amadeus

Allein mit Onkel Buck

Indiana Jones - Der letzte Kreuzzug (The last Crussade)

Rocky III - Das Auge des Tiger (Eye of the Tiger)

Star Trek III - Auf der Suche nach Mr. Spock (Search for Spock)

Lethal Weapon 2 - Brennpunkt L. A.

Batman

He-Man - Masters of the Universe

Flashdance

Ich glaub mich knutscht ein Elch (Stripes)

Indiana Jones ... und der Tempel des Todes (Temple of Doom)

Ghostbusters

Karate Tiger

Police Academy III - und keiner kann sie stoppen (Back to Training)

Karate Kid

Enemy Mind - Geliebter Feind

Conan der Barbar (Conan the Barbarian)

Auf der Jagd nach dem grünen Diamanten

Police Academy

Harry & Sally (When Harry met Sally...)

Andere: Spione wie wir (Spies Like Us), Beetlejuice, Der Prinz aus Zamunda (Coming to America), Santa Claus (1985), Over the Top, Der letztes Kaiser (The last Emperor), Karate Kid 3 - Die letzte Entscheidung, Die unendliche Geschichte, Greystoke - Die Legende von Tarzan, Quarterman, Ghostbusters II, Zurück in die Zukunft 2 (Back 2 the Future), Ghandi, Red Head, Beverly Hills Cop, Crocodile Dundee, Babettes Fest, Nobody's Fool, Der grüne Ritter, Die Ewoks - Karawane der Tapferen, Krull, Mel Brooks - Die Verrückte Geschichte der Welt, Die Barbaren

#1980er #Filme #rangliste #favouriten #Lieblingsfilme #eighties #1980s #ranking #Jahrzehnt #decade #list #favourite movies

[titleknown]

Do you think Section 230 is pretty much going to be passed? I've been thinking about leaving the internet completely over this.

...Well, like many things, the answer is "It's Complicated,"

Firstly, for the most part, efforts to screw up Section 230 aren't direct repealing all of it so much as carve-outs that majorly weaken it, in ways that could still deeply screw up free speech.

The recent Kids Online Safety Act/EARN IT Act is being pushed for, and while it's not in committee, given the former was sent to the Commerce Committee last time and the latter to the Judiciary Committee, they're probably gonna send it next time, and you're probably going to want to call your senators if they're in said committee to tell them to kill those bills.

The membership of the Commerce Committee:

Maria Cantwell, Washington, Chair

Amy Klobuchar, Minnesota

Brian Schatz, Hawaii

Ed Markey, Massachusetts

Gary Peters, Michigan

Tammy Baldwin, Wisconsin

Tammy Duckworth, Illinois

Jon Tester, Montana

Kyrsten Sinema, Arizona[a]

Jacky Rosen, Nevada

Ben Ray Luján, New Mexico

John Hickenlooper, Colorado

Raphael Warnock, Georgia

Peter Welch, Vermont

Ted Cruz, Texas, Ranking Member

John Thune, South Dakota

Roger Wicker, Mississippi

Deb Fischer, Nebraska

Jerry Moran, Kansas

Dan Sullivan, Alaska

Marsha Blackburn, Tennessee

Todd Young, Indiana

Ted Budd, North Carolina

Eric Schmitt, Missouri

J.D. Vance, Ohio

Shelley Moore Capito, West Virginia

Cynthia Lummis, Wyoming

The membership of the Judiciary Committee:

Dick Durbin, Illinois, Chairman

Dianne Feinstein, California

Sheldon Whitehouse, Rhode Island

Amy Klobuchar, Minnesota

Chris Coons, Delaware

Richard Blumenthal, Connecticut

Mazie Hirono, Hawaii

Cory Booker, New Jersey

Alex Padilla, California

Jon Ossoff, Georgia

Peter Welch, Vermont

Lindsey Graham, South Carolina, Ranking Member

Chuck Grassley, Iowa

John Cornyn, Texas

Mike Lee, Utah

Ted Cruz, Texas

Josh Hawley, Missouri

Tom Cotton, Arkansas

John Kennedy, Louisiana

Thom Tillis, North Carolina

Marsha Blackburn, Tennessee

So yeah.

I may as well add, If you've got the misfortune to be calling a Republican, be sure to bring up how KOSA will be used as a way for Big Government to spy on people via mandated age verification, and how EARN IT will be used to censor conservative speech.

That'll get the bastards attention. And no matter what you do, don't shut up about it, because silence means the fuckers win, just look at FOSTA/SESTA...

...Tho, in better news, the questioning in those Supreme Court suits tackling Section 230 seem to show that the justices are at least reluctant to try and do much to 230, very specifically because of how much it could fuck up.

Which begs the question, if even these fucking demons know why fucking with Section 230 is a godawful idea, what excuse do these senators have?

Point is, the efforts to undermine it aren't all at once so much as gradual and insidious. Call your senators folks, and stay vigilant.

#kosa #earn it #section 230 #internet freedom #important #signal boost

[nando161mando]

"Hey, Americans, check this list and if any of these legislators are yours, well you need to come get them.

This is the bipartisan list of co-sponsors of the nightmarish anti -1A Big Brother KOSA bill, that the GOP has already announced they intend to use to suppress information about LGBTQ+ topics.

Sen. Blackburn, Marsha [R-TN]

Sen. Lujan, Ben Ray [D-NM]

Sen. Capito, Shelley Moore [R-WV]

Sen. Baldwin, Tammy [D-WI]

Sen. Cassidy, Bill [R-LA]

Sen. Klobuchar, Amy [D-MN]

Sen. Ernst, Joni [R-IA]

Sen. Peters, Gary C. [D-MI]

Sen. Daines, Steve [R-MT]

Sen. Hickenlooper, John W. [D-CO]

Sen. Rubio, Marco [R-FL]

Sen. Warner, Mark R. [D-VA]

Sen. Sullivan, Dan [R-AK]

Sen. Coons, Christopher A. [D-DE]

Sen. Young, Todd [R-IN]

Sen. Schatz, Brian [D-HI]

Sen. Grassley, Chuck [R-IA]

Sen. Murphy, Christopher [D-CT]

Sen. Graham, Lindsey [R-SC]

Sen. Welch, Peter [D-VT]

Sen. Marshall, Roger [R-KS]

Sen. Hassan, Margaret Wood [D-NH]

1/?"

#usa #americans #america is fucking weird #amerika #amerikkka #make america gay again #america #unitedstatesofhypocrisy #unitedstateofamerica #united nations high commissioner for refugees #united states #unitedsnakes #lgbtqia+ solidarity #lgbtqia+ #lgbtqia #invasion of privacy #privacy #biden corruption #jill biden #biden administration #joe biden #hunter biden #biden will destroy america #biden crime family #homophobia for ts #homophobic #homophobia #lgbtq+ #lgbtq community #lgbtqiia+

[rbhcom55]

#funny #buzz animals

[saydams]

("...humanitarian aid FOR GAZA" is how that headline should end. it got cut off)

February 02, 2024

WASHINGTON–U.S. Senators Chris Murphy (D-Conn.), Chairman of the U.S. Senate Foreign Relations Subcommittee on Near East, South Asia, Central Asia, and Counterterrorism, Chris Van Hollen (D-Md.), Chris Coons (D-Del.), and Jeff Merkley (D-Ore.) on Friday led 21 colleagues in a letter to President Biden urging the administration to encourage Israeli officials to take five specific steps to significantly increase urgently needed humanitarian aid for civilians in Gaza.

“The humanitarian crisis in Gaza is dire and the civilian suffering is at an unacceptable and staggering level.  Ninety-three percent of Palestinians in Gaza are facing crisis levels of hunger. Eighty-five percent of the population is displaced. Seventy percent of those killed are women and children,” the senators wrote. “While the scale of the crisis is massive, the humanitarian assistance that is entering Gaza is just a fraction of what is needed to save lives. Since aid operations resumed on October 21, delivery of lifesaving assistance to Gaza continues to be hampered, despite no evidence of Hamas theft or diversion of humanitarian assistance provided via the United Nations or international non-governmental organizations (INGOs).”

In order to significantly increase the amount of humanitarian aid entering Gaza, the senators recommended the administration work with Israeli officials to take five specific steps (recommended steps under the "keep reading" at the end)

U.S. Senators who wrote letter and/or signed it (arranged by state):

Chris Murphy (D-Conn.)

Tom Carper (D-Del.)

Chris Coons (D-Del.)

Raphael Warnock (D-Ga.)

Brian Schatz (D-Hawaii)

Dick Durbin (D-Ill.)

Tammy Duckworth (D-Ill.)

Angus King (I-Maine)

Chris Van Hollen (D-Md.)

Elizabeth Warren (D-Mass.)

Ed Markey (D-Mass.)

Amy Klobuchar (D-Minn.)

Tina Smith (D-Minn.)

Jeanne Shaheen (D-N.H.)

Cory Booker (D-N.J.)

Ben Ray Lujan (D-N.M.)

Martin Heinrich (D-N.M.)

Jeff Merkley (D-Ore.)

Bob Casey Jr. (D-Pa.)

Jack Reed (D-R.I.)

Sheldon Whitehouse (D-R.I.)

Tim Kaine (D-Va.)

Peter Welch (D-Vt.)

Patty Murray (D-Wash.)

Tammy Baldwin (D-Wis.)

if your senator isn't on this list, call them!

here are the recommended steps referenced above:

Repair and open a third border crossing at Erez to provide additional aid to north Gaza. Planned missions by humanitarian actors to reach north Gaza from the south have repeatedly not been allowed to proceed by the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) due to cited security concerns, leaving hundreds of thousands living there stranded without enough food, water, and medical supplies and equipment.

Streamline the convoluted inspections process for aid entering via the Rafah and Kerem Shalom border crossings, and issue a pre-approved list of items for entry.

Establish a clear, enforceable deconfliction process inside Gaza to ensure humanitarian organizations can operate safely. Hundreds of health and humanitarian workers have died in Gaza, including humanitarian aid workers who have been killed in areas deemed “safe zones” by the IDF. Israeli authorities should establish a direct line of contact for the humanitarian community to the IDF, as well as hold regular meetings to review incidents and make improvements.

Increase capacity for processing humanitarian aid and restart the import of commercial goods via the border crossing at Kerem Shalom. Before October 7th, hundreds of trucks filled with commercial goods crossed through Kerem Shalom into Gaza every day. The current humanitarian trucking operation can help reduce the suffering, but it cannot substitute for a functioning commercial sector.

Open additional supply routes for humanitarian aid to enter Gaza. Every option must be explored to increase the amount of humanitarian and commercial goods going in, including via Jordan, the West Bank, Ashdod, and maritime routes. To the extent feasible, we also encourage you to explore whether U.S. military assets could help support humanitarian deliveries, via maritime or air routes.

“The largest daily amount of humanitarian aid entered Gaza on November 28th, during the seven-day humanitarian pause. Additional and longer humanitarian pauses are needed to enable a surge of assistance to enter Gaza and the safe movement of goods and people within Gaza. A humanitarian pause will also allow people to safely return to their homes in north Gaza. These steps will not solve the humanitarian crisis in Gaza, but taken together, they will alleviate the suffering for millions of people,” they concluded.

#usa politics #palestine #gaza #humanitarian aid

[wifesharing-blog-de]

Alles gute fürs neue Jahr

Nach diesem unglaublichen Weihnachtsgeschenk, unglaublich im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes, verbrachten die Freunde einige wirklich tolle Tage bei Amy. Tage, die einfach nur im Zeichen der Entspannung standen. Es war ganz egal, was man gerade im Kopf hatte, man tat es einfach. Egal wie unsinnig, oder bescheuert es war. Genau das war aber am Ende auch der Punkt, der den Leuten richtig viel Spass brachte. Einfach machen, nicht nachdenken.  Dann kam der letzte Tag des Jahres. Auch wenn es niemand aussprach, es war absolut klar, was Punkt Null Uhr passieren würde. Es wurde geknallt, aber nicht mit Feuerwerkskörper. Mit dem Wechsel auf Null Uhr, gratulierten sich die Freunde untereinander. Mann und Frau küssten sich, Mann und Mann vollzogen harte Männerrituale. Mario und Luigi blieben hier natürlich die Ausnahme. Hier küssten sich Mann und Mann, was aber niemand überraschte. Und ja, es wurde geknallt. Nach ein paar Stunden hatte jeder Mann irgendwann mal seinen Schwengel in irgendeinem Eingang der Mädels und um Haaresbreite wäre es Benjamin gelungen, seinen Deal mit Janine einzuhalten. Natürlich konzentrierte er sich vornehmlich um sie, wobei Mario den beiden immer näher kam. So nahe, dass Benjamin, der gerade sehr romantisch von Janine geritten wurde, schon bei ihm zupacken wollte. Doch im letzten Moment kam Luigi und forderte wieder seine Aufmerksamkeit. Für Benjamin wäre es ja das Überding gewesen. Zum Start ins neue Jahr gleich den Deal erfüllt und damit Janine als zukünftige Frau sicher gehabt. Doch leider zerschlug sich diese Hoffnung. Dieses Jahr würde er es aber schaffen, da war er sich sicher. Ausserdem, so liebevoll ihn Janine behandelte, sie war ihm wahrscheinlich ohnehin schon sicher. Ein gefährliches Spiel ergab sich zwischen Maia und Matteo. Waldemar, der dem munteren Treiben natürlich nichts abgewinnen konnte, sah sich jedoch genötigt, im Zuge der hier gängigen Gepflogenheiten keinen Widerstand zu leisten. Selbstredend war Elena die meiste Zeit bei ihm, doch liess sie auch die anderen Mädels gewähren, die natürlich die Gelegenheit nicht verstreichen liessen. Sobald Maia jedoch ins Spiel kam, wechselte Waldemar automatisch zu Matteo. Das drückte sich in der Intensität seines Liebesspiels aus, was zu Problemen führte. Die anderen Mädels registrierten natürlich seinen Eifer, tauschten mit Maia und sofort war Waldemar wieder da, der eher alles nur erduldete, anstatt selbst aktiv zu werden. Es war klar, dass natürlich Elena genau diesen Umstand nicht toll fand. Sie war faktisch seine Freundin und auch wenn er bei ihr nicht ganz so passiv war, wie bei den anderen, so aktiv wie bei Maia war er lange nicht. Besonders schlimm war es in dem Moment, wo Elena von ihm runter stieg, um sich mit Viper zu befassen, Maia ihren Platz einnahm und er sofort richtig heftig wurde. Irgendwie brach Elena da das Herz, dachte sie doch, Waldemar würde Maia attraktiver finden als sie. Das würde definitiv noch einer Aussprache bedürfen. Aber auch Maia hatte mit der Situation so ihre Probleme. Matteo, den alle ja für Waldemar hielten, löste sehr viele, romantische Gefühle in ihr aus. Doch denen konnte sie natürlich nicht nachkommen. Ihn ficken war das eine. Ihn aber zu liebkosen etwas ganz anderes. Trotzdem war sie überglücklich, dass sie das neue Jahr sexuell mit ihrem Schatz einläuten konnte. Jana hingegen liess sich nicht von den anderen und auch nicht von Katja beeindrucken. Wenn sie Perry bei sich hatte, dann liess sie es nicht nur mächtig krachen, sondern küsste und liebkoste ihn vom feinsten. Hier war die Situation jedoch anders. Im Gegensatz zu Matteo, der bei Maia weit heftiger war als Waldemar bei Elena, gab Perry zwar die Liebkosungen zurück, jedoch weit nicht so intensiv, wie er es bei Katja tat. Das und die Tatsache, dass er ja jetzt nur für Katja einen riesigen Prügel hatte, liessen bei ihr keine Gefühle wie Eifersucht oder Misstrauen aufkommen. Amy hingegen hatte ein paar Probleme. Sie wollte ihre Liebe gleich an drei Menschen verteilen und das am Besten auch noch gleichzeitig. Phillip, Markus und Janine spielten da aber nicht immer so mit, wie sie es gerne gehabt hätte. Das alle Vier mal gemeinsam aktiv waren, kam so gut wie gar nicht vor. Entsprechend versuchte sie, die dann abwechselnd zu lieben. Auch etwas, was nicht so gut funktionierte, wie sie es sich erhofft hatte. Selbstverständlich wollten Markus und Phillip in ihre intimste Stelle. Wenn einer dann nur den Mund nehmen konnte, oder den Hintern, beziehungsweise die Hände oder Brüste, war das für sie nicht das, was sie in dem Moment haben wollten. Amys Versuch, beide Gleichzeitig in ihrer Grotte aufzunehmen, scheiterte ebenfalls. Zwar war es nicht das Problem, beide dort einzuführen, doch der direkte Kontakt ihrer Geschlechtsteile führte bei den Beiden zu Missfallen. Mit Janine hatte sie dann noch mehr ihr Kreuz. Die stürzte sich, wann auch immer er frei war, sofort wieder auf Benjamin. Auch dann, wenn sie gerade mit Amy aktiv war. Das gefiel Amy natürlich so gar nicht und oft tröstete sie sich schliesslich wieder mit Rebekka. Was niemand wusste, auch Mario war nicht ganz so zufrieden, wie er es in den letzten Jahren gewesen war. Klar, er hatte nur Sex mit Luigi, da ansonsten keiner wirklich auf ihn ansprang. Wobei Donald, der viel mit Claudia aktiv war, hin und wieder ein paar Blicke zu ihm wandern liess. Aber Donald war nicht der Mann, den Mario neben Luigi noch begehrte. Es war Benjamin. Er war nicht nur ein für Mario optisch sehr ansprechender Mann, auch die Tatsache, dass die Beiden sich so gut intellektuell verstanden, reizte ihn sehr. Doch egal wann er den Mut aufbrachte, es doch mal bei Benjamin zu versuchen, hatte Luigi ihn sofort wieder am Wickel. Ob das nun Eifersucht war, oder Luigi einfach nur die Zeit mit ihm genoss, war für Mario nicht ersichtlich. Er wusste nur, ihm hätte ein Runde mit Benjamin wirklich gut gefallen. Auch wenn er dabei dann noch Janine hätte berühren müssen. Die liess ja kaum von ihm ab. Wobei Mario auch zugeben musste, Janine, mit ihrer üppigen Oberweite, dem ansonsten zierlichen Körper und den tollen Augen war schon eine Frau, die ihm hätte gefallen können. Amy und Rebekka lösten auf jeden Fall nie etwas in ihm aus. Janine zwar auch nicht, aber bei ihr war er einfach nicht so stark abgeneigt. Nun, da war aber nichts dran zu ändern. Aber auch Perry war nicht immer so ganz bei der Sache. Da war einmal, dass er hier, bei dieser heftigen Orgie nur seinen normalen Schwanz benutzen konnte. Ihm hätte es weit besser gefallen, auch die anderen Mädels mit der langen Version beglücken zu können. Das war jedoch nicht sein einziges Problem. Ihm fiel als einzigem auf, dass hier wirklich Frauen der ganz heissen Sorte gierig von einem Schwanz auf den anderen sprangen, egal jetzt mit welchem Eingang, aber selbst nach Stunden noch keiner der Jungs gekommen war. Auch er nicht, obwohl Katja und Jana ihm wirklich alles abverlangten. Doch damit war es bei ihm ja noch nicht getan. Während er seine Lust an einem der Mädels befriedigte, sah er ja auch immer wieder, wie seine Frau sich willig einem der anderen Jungs hingab. Er sah sie, wie ein fremder Schwanz in sie eindrang, wie sie dabei abging, hörte ihre Geräusche, während er selbst voll dabei war. Dennoch. Auch wenn es ihn massiv in Erregung versetzte ein Orgasmus schien gar nicht erst kommen zu wollen. Das fand er sehr merkwürdig. Es kam zu seiner wirklich beeindruckenden Situation. Perry nagelte Rebekka von hinten auf einem der Sofas. Die kümmerte sich derweil mit ihrem Mund um Derricks Schwanz. Ihnen gegenüber fickte Pascal gerade Katja, die ebenfalls an Derrick herum leckte. Zwischen dessen Beinen war dann auch noch Kim auf allen Vieren und wurde von Viper genagelt, während auch sie an Derrick herum lutschte. Ein unglaubliches Bild. Rebekka zu vögeln war alleine schon ein Highlight. Direkt gegenüber aber noch seine Frau zu sehen, die von Pascal genommen wurde und dann auch noch, dass sie sich den Schwanz von Derrick mit zwei Mädels teilte, hätte ihn eigentlich so abspritzen lassen müssen, dass Rebekka innere Verletzungen davon getragen hätte. Aber nein. Es zeichnete sich nicht einmal ein Orgasmus ab. Genau in dem Moment traf sich sein Blick mit dem von Pascal und der zwinkerte. Da war Perry alles klar. Der war schuld daran, dass die ganzen Kerle hier ein Stehvermögen an den Tag legten, welches seines Gleichen suchte. Ob es jetzt zum Vergnügen der Jungs war, oder zu seinem eigenen, war Perry nicht ganz klar. Störte ihn aber auch nicht, denn diese Orgie suchte ihres Gleichen und wenn die noch andauern würde, war ihm das absolut Recht. Der Morgen graute schon, alles man aus allen Ecken die Meldung vernahm, dass da ein Abgang im anrollen war. Perry fand es total irre, als sich daraufhin alle Mädels auf den Boden legten, dicht an dich und kurz darauf auch das Feuerwerk begann. Das war ja so unglaublich viel Sperma, was da die Leiber der Frauen bedeckte und die schienen bei jedem Treffer selbst einen erneuten Orgasmus zu erfahren. Eines war klar. So krass waren nicht einmal Pornos! Read the full article