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whyse7vn · 6 months

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LEAKED -

[ ot7 x reader ]

EXO 💜

8 participants - 7 online

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jimin: namjoon is having an episode rn

y/n: is it a beach one?

namjoon: THE WHOLE WORLD THINKS I SMOKE CRACK??:)::£:££;,&&

jin: don’t think it’s a beach one

jk: i think we’re gonna go to jail :/

yoongi: how tf did the gc even get leaked?

hobi: it was god punishing us for our sins

yoongi: what

hobi: smoked some weed and god told me himself no joke

y/n: when are you not high at this point…

jimin: did you leak it hobi?

hobi: i’ll leak ur nudes

jimin: you don’t have my nudes

hobi: that’s what you think

jimin: ??

hobi: whattttttttt

namjoon: DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND HOW SERIOUS THIS IS???!?!:!!:

y/n: /super srs

hobi: super shy

jin: i don’t like the way he’s shouting at us

jk: wow guys did you know that namjoon smokes crack wow i never knew that joon you smoke crack??? that’s a bit crazy 😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

namjoon: SHUT THE FUCK UP

jimin: yikes!!!!!!!!!!!!

jk kicked tae out of “EXO💜”

namjoon: ?????????????????

jk: he just called me said he has a new number

and to kick the old one idk

don’t shout at me again pls i’m sensitive

i know ur on crack pls don’t do anything crazy to me

i’m sorry

jk added (+82) 2 ******** to “EXO💜”

(+82) 2 ********: hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(+82) 2 ******** changed their nickname to “tae”

yoongi: telling you now it’s 110% his fault

jin: so why did u change ur number?

tae: funny story actually!

hobi: dear heavenly father

jimin: watch this story not be funny at all

tae: long story short it was leaked

jk: LOL 😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣😭😭🤣🤣🤣

ur right was a funny story

jin: shut up jungkook

jimin: ….

y/n: ok how was it leaked tho?

tae: so don’t be mad at me

but i was maybe at a party last night

and then i was talking to this girl (i only have eyes for u promise)

and i was SOOO sure that i knew her

so when she asked if she could use my phone to check the train times i was like ofc what the heck i’m a nice guy!

but she was like taking 7 years to find the train times she was looking for

and when i say she was taking ages she was taking AGESSS

and ofc i was at a party so i was in fact a little drunk

so naturally i needed to pee

and i was NOT about to hold it

when i need to go i need to go

so i left her with my phone to go pee

yoongi: ….

tae: and when i came back

guess what

jk: she turned into an ant???

tae: close but no

i couldn’t find her

jimin: how was that close??

tae: i was all like where did she go???

jk: maybe she needed to pee too

tae: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT

so i like stood there for 20 mins

and then i realised it doesn’t take girls THAT long to pee

like y/n pees in 2 seconds no joke

y/n: ?/?/!£:£,£&,&

WHY ARE YOU TIMING HOW LONG IT TAKES ME TO PEE?????

jimin: maybe she was shitting

yoongi: why are we talking about girls going to the toilet….

tae: I ALSO THOUGHT THAT TOO

then i was like that’s stupid girls don’t do that 😭

jk: yeah ur silly 😭😭

y/n: ???

hobi: hallelujah amen

tae: so then i started looking around for her

and then i asked hyungsik (was his party)

where ella was (that was the girls name so i thought)

jimin: white ass name

tae: AND THEN HE WAS LIKE

ella??? who is ella???

and i was like the girl who made that really good cake that one time??? with the long brown hair???

and he was like?????

and i was like????

then he was like don’t you mean d?

now i’m confused as fuck like who tf is d??

then he said the guy with the long brown hair who made us that really good cake that one time

so i was like whose ella then???

and he was like idk???

and i kid you not as soon as i started walking away from hyungsik and i saw the ella girl

with MY phone in her hands might i add

so i was like HEY WHO ARE YOU??

then she literally dropped my phone on the cold hard floor and ran away

the end

jk: wow that story was really emotional loved every second of it ❤️

tae: thank you people often tell me i have a way with words

jimin: so this ella girl leaked it then?

tae: i think so it only makes sense

namjoon: SO UR THE REASON THE GC WAS LEAKED??????????????

yoongi: told you

tae: no???

ella was the reason MY number was leaked that’s it

jk: i though her name wasn’t ella

tae: no ur right

*“ella”

y/n: how long did she have ur phone for?

tae: like 2 hours idk

namjoon: 2 HOURS WITH UR PHONE UNSUPERVISED?/):£:£:£,£,&,&

tae: ok she had my phone for like an hour 15 unsupervised

i was there for the first 45

namjoon: ARE YOU STUPID!/

tae: no my iq like 1500

yoongi: -1500

jimin: x 10

tae: why does namjoon keep shouting is he like getting shot at as we speak or something

hobi: oh gracious lord do you hear me?

jimin: tae go on twitter

tae: why

did yoongi unblock me omg? 🥺

yoongi: no.

jimin: just go look

hobi: save our souls oh mighty lord

tae: NO WAY JOONS A CRACK ADDICT LOLLLLLL

makes sense tho!

how they find that out??

did you crack out in public or something?

you sniff crack or swallow?

sorry im not used to these type of drugs you gotta let me know how u consume

i’m new to this not true to this >.<

waITTT THIS IS SO G-DRAGON CORE

wasn’t he coked out at the airport the other day?

oh wait are coke and crack different??

i’m sorry i didn’t mean to offend u joon

crack users rise up 🙏🏼⬆️ (namjoon)

namjoon: STOP SPEAKING

jimin: scroll down on the dispatch page

tae: omg is there a video of him or something??

y/n: even better!

tae: WAIT WHAT THE FUCK

/£:££:£;&;&&:&&;&;&;&;&:&;&/@/&:&,&,£:£

WHY WOULD DIAPSTXHX

OHMY)@/‘d/££:£:&..

OUR GC WAS LEAKED????/):)/££::&&:,&&;&;&:££:£:£;£:&;&:&:&:&:&;&;

WHY WOULD THEY SAY JENNIE WAS MY GF?/£:££:&;&,&;&;&;

yoongi: that’s the part that bothers you?

tae: I HAVE NO RELATIONS WITH THAT WOMAN

y/n look me in the eyes

jk: ur homophobia ones?

tae: what?

jk: hobi said

hobi: homophobia

y/n: heterochromia?

jin: hippopotamus

hobi: IF YOU SEE ME AND YOU TRYNA SEE WHATS UP

SKEEYEEE

yoongi: wow

hobi: yoongi god hates us

yoongi: get a grip

namjoon: THERE IS NO GRIP TO BE GOTTEN DONT YOU UNDERSTAND THIS LITERALLY COULD BE THE END OF US

LIKE BTS

OUR CAREERS

jimin: dramatic lol

im sure people will still fuck with us even tho they know you guys kiss each other on the mouth pop percs and are a little racist

i mean look at nct!

and

….

bigbang!!!!

bigbang still have fans right?

i’m pretty sure!!!

y/n: ?????????????????????????????

jk: racist

who?????

NOT ME

i hope

i thought jimin was sexist and fatphobic not racist oh my god 😥😥😥😰😰

it keeps getting worse

jin: idk what joons talking about actually this could be the end of HIS career

not mine

see ME personally i’ve done nothing wrong

this is like the start of my career actually

the end is nowhere is sight for kim seokjin

jimin: 12 year olds on twitter are dragging you for hating newjeans

jin: what

jk: wait yoongi broke woozi’s nose???

yoongi: no

y/n: HE DID

hobi: this is the end

jin: did woozi fight back????

personally i think woozi is a good fighter

i’ve said this before small men carry the biggest rage!!!!!

yoongi: idk a woozi

y/n: shut up

yoongi: kisses :3

namjoon: CAN YOU GUYS BE SERIOUS FOR ONCE IN UR LIFE

jimin:

tae: LAMOSODOD WHY DID THEY PUT HOLLY BEHIND BARS

yoongi: HUH??????????

namjoon: oh my god i’m gonna shoot you all

hobi: see it starts with holly behind bars then it’s us next

jk: no 😰

hobi: everyone say sorry god

jk: i’m sorry god please forgive me and my friends

yoongi: why did they actually put my dog

behind bars

what the actual fuck did my dog do

??????

who makes these things

why is my dog behind bars

jk: do you think i can survive jail…

tae: ofc i’ll fuck for you!

*fight for you

jimin: wtf????????

tae: i was thinking about y/n sorry

jk: you mean it 🥺

tae: is cheese on the floor?

y/n: what does that even mean

jk: yes 😭

hobi: i see the light

god is that you???

namjoon: ur pissing me off stop speaking

jimin:

jk: i’m sorry namjoon 🥺

namjoon: is that sarcasm?

jk: who?

namjoon: all of you can kill yourselves

namjoon left “exo💜”

jin: ok but i didn’t even do anything

tae: so like…. is this fr my fault?

yoongi: yes ❤️

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part one HERE

sorry LMAO this is ass whyse7vn funny comeback soon i pray >:(

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oliveroctavius · 10 months

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Let's look briefly at the Coffee Bean in Spider-Man comics!

Contrary to popular memory, Peter's college pals initially met up at a diner called the Silver Spoon (ASM 44, but also 46, 52, possibly 125).

The spread at the top of this post takes a lot from this place's layout. But as newcomer MJ might have pointed out, diners are so fifties. The modern teen needed someplace cooler and edgier to hang out. Somewhere more underground. Literally.

Maps place The Coffee Bean alternately in East Village or Tribeca. The beret and glasses? The lowercase Dante's Inferno quote? The wall-hung guitar? So hipster. Wait, wrong decade. So beatnik.

The OG Bean didn't show up much more frequently than the Silver Spoon (ASM 53, 59, and 82, most notably), but it's the one that stuck in the cultural imagination. I enjoy Tim Sale's take in Spider-Man: Blue with the unfinished basement look and cult film posters.

In early modern flashbacks, the location is plagued by a specific continuity problem: "then [character] leaps through the WINDOW!" from new writers who missed the fact that it's below ground. In ASM Annual '96, JRSr complies by raising the ceiling a level!

The Sensational Spider-Man Annual's approach to the Coffee Bean makes me a bit sad. Dialogue repeatedly emphasizes its unique character and long history and how well MJ knows the place. But it's drawn aboveground and totally generic. (This from an issue with a dozen Silver Age panels directly traced!)

It's not the first time that happens, but here feels like a critical failure of show-don't-tell. The eventual window smash is worth it, but... I'd argue this would work better set at the Silver Spoon (where MJ actually met the gang, old in an uncool way, aboveground) instead.

Brand New Day reestablishes a solid sense of place for the Coffee Bean. Brick and glass entryway, a logo that's less beatnik and more Starbuck, and an interior that reminds me of a Panera Bread.

(If it's supposed to be canon that the new more corporate look is due to renovations by Harry, that's been lost in the shuffle. But it would make sense to me. His effort at impressing Norman with a plan to make the Bean a chain store circa ASM 569 would extend his trend of editorializing his own memories.)

While it still teleports between Astor Place and Tribeca, this version has now had more consistent (and just more) appearances than the original. And, of course, it has a beautiful bank of windows to—

Ah, that's more like it.

The Coffee Bean has become a symbol of innocent nostalgia and a happier past. It was also (as designed by Romita Sr) a virtual bunker: not until 1977 would superheroics be written to take place inside the Coffee Bean. (ASM Annual #11—Romita Jr's first ever penciling job on Spider-Man, interestingly.)

As a silver age icon, the location was physically safe and interruption-free in a way that even Peter's apartments and Aunt May's house couldn't be. The architecture—and how it's changed—has been a large part of that symbolism, underappreciated as it sometimes is.

#long post #thank you for coming to ollie's deep dive of the week if anything here is wrong go ahead and add on #the coffee bean #coffee bean gang #down with the sliding timescale #images undescribed

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icarusbetide · 3 days

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connection between wartime administration & federalist-lean?

There's an argument that wartime service and experiencing Congress' failures firsthand as Washington's aide de camp pushed Hamilton further into the ideals that would later be seen as Federalist: a national instead of state outlook, a permanent military power, and a strong, efficient government.

I was wondering if that argument can be applied on a broader scale: is there an overall connection between revolutionary wartime administration and federalist-leaning political beliefs?

I'm by no means qualified but for my own curiosity's sake, I tried to find the political inclinations of former leaders in the war as well as members of Washington's family, who arguably should have seen the same inefficiencies as Hamilton.

Major Generals:

Washington: Tried very hard to be nonpartisan, but pretty federalist when all's said and done. Especially in 2nd term as president and in last years of life Horatio Gates: Supported Jefferson's presidency, so assuming he was leaning Democratic-Republican? Henry Knox: Federalist Philip Schuyler: Federalist William Alexander, Lord Stirling: Not sure John Sullivan: Federalist, led drive in New Hampshire for Constitution's ratification Thomas Mifflin: Federalist according to Wikipedia (was also aide to GW from June to August 1775) Arthur St. Clair: Federalist. Governor of Northwest Territory, removed by Jefferson in 1802 due to political party differences. Benjamin Lincoln: Federalist, strong policies and presence in Massachusetts Thomas Conway: Unreliable source says Federalist William Moultrie: Some sites say Federalist but he had falling out with Washington because of his pro-French actions towards Genet. Possibly nonpartisan.

Washington's family (Aides, Culper, Life Guard. If they died before we can quantify as "Federalist", then not included):

Note: I tried to include length of service and timeline, arguably important (there during Valley Forge or good period?), but it's difficult in consideration of leave and such. Used Wikipedia's dates.

Edmund Randolph (August - November 75): Wiki says Federalist but I know enough about him that he was often the swinging vote in Washington's cabinet, and that he didn't sign the Constitution because he thought it too strong. Tench Tilghman (August 76 - June 80 | June 80 - Nov 83): Died in 1786. I shouldn't include him but raise a glass for our hardworking Tilghman. Robert Harrison (Nov 75 - May 76 | Military Sec May 76 - 81): Died in 1790. Wikipedia says Federalist. John Fitzgerald (Nov 76 - July 78): Couldn't find John Walker (Feb - March 77): Unreliable source says Federalist Samuel Blachley Webb (June 76 - Jan 77): Couldn't find William Grayson (Assistant Sec. July - August 76 | Aide August 76 - Jan 77): Leader of Anti-Federalist faction with Mason, Monroe, etc. died in 1790 Alexander Contee Hanson Sr. (Assistant Sec. June - Sep 76): Federalist according to Wiki Alexander Hamilton (March 77 - April 81): Is this even a question? Stephen Moylan (March 76 - June 76 | Sept. 76 - Jan 77): "Firm Federalist" according to Founders Online James McHenry (May 78 - August 80): Federalist, GW's Secretary of War in 2nd term when cabinet members were much more partisan. Richard Kidder Meade (March 77 - November 80): Couldn't find. I know that he was very close with Hamilton, which makes me think it possible that their politics had some similarities? But entirely speculation. Hodijah Baylies (May 82 - Dec 83): Federalist. According to Founders Online, Gallatin was advised against Baylies because he was a "decided and we believe a sentimental federalist”. David Cobb (June 81 - Jan 83 | June 83 - Dec 83): Wiki says Federalist Peregrine Fitzhugh (July 81 - Oct 81): Not sure if same Peregrine Fitzhugh, but in a letter to Jefferson in 1807, said: "It is true I have been called a Federalist, and feel a pride in being so: but my Federalism is firmed in those principles which dictated the correct and memorable declaration that we were all Federalists all republicans" William Stephens Smith (July 81 - June 82): Federalist (member of Congress as Federalist in 1812) David Humphreys (June 80 - Dec 83): Federalist. He was part of the Hartford Wits and wrote the poem The Anarchiad. "In 1802, Thomas Jefferson...decided to replace Humphreys...Historians speculate that Humphreys's closeness to the Federalist Party motivated Jefferson’s decisions." from Mt. Vernon Richard Varick (Aide & Priv Sec May 81 - Dec 83): Apparently Federalist and later mayor of New York Benjamin Walker (Jan 82 - Dec 83): Federalist, elected to Congress as Federalist

Caleb Gibbs (May 76 - Dec 80): Couldn't find Nathaniel Sackett: Couldn't find Benjamin Tallmadge (1778 - 1783): Federalist, part of minority in Congress during Jefferson & Madison administrations

Other aides who might've had administrative work, although I'm not sure:

Aaron Burr: Very short run with Washington, and Israel Putnam's aide. Technically Democratic-Republican, but some historians have noted his politics did not always align with a party.

James Monroe: Aide to Stirling, Republican-Democratic

Concerns:

First concern: I'm not sure if the other major generals' aides would see as much administrative work directly with Congress as Washington's aides. I'm under the impression that other generals would report to Washington, than Congress, but I'm not sure.

Second concern: I also want to add that other factors would have most definitely played a role, such as familial and economic interests, which may or may not have been influenced by the war. Still, I thought it would be an interesting exercise.

Third concern: A lot of this is very shallow research as I did not have the time or energy to really dig into all of them. Please let me know if there is any inaccurate information (even Federalist or Democratic Republican is a very broad term and I'm sure their beliefs varied).

Please let me know if you see any inaccurate information, or anyone/some branch I did not consider!

#alexander hamilton #george washington #aaron burr #the aides de camp #amrev #amrev fandom #revolutionary war

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vintagelasvegas · 9 months

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El Rancho Vegas opened the midnight Chuck Wagon in November 1946, introducing Las Vegas to the all-you-can-eat buffet.

“Las Vegas officialdom and ‘cafe society’ turned out en masse last evening to attend the gigantic opening of the new Chuck Wagon service at El Rancho Vegas … the ‘chuck wagon’ will be a regular nightly feature of El Rancho’s entertainment and will be served from 1 o’clock in the morning until 4. Starting at 4 o’clock, a savory breakfast will be service ‘on the house’ until 6 o’clock.” - W. Williams. “Chuck Wagon: El Rancho Inaugurates New Feature.” Review-Journal, 11/21/46.

This local news coverage did not credit the Chuck Wagon to anyone in particular. Some forty years later Herb McDonald, El Rancho's publicist in 1946, claimed credit for starting the buffet.

“About three nights in a row, I was working a late shift and I was hungry. So I went to the bar and brought out some cheeses and other things to a hidden area near the bar. Some customers saw said, Gee, I would like some of that. And I started a midnight buffet.” - “Herb McDonald: LV's promoter extraordinaire.” The Nevadan, 1/3/82.

Other source have credited El Rancho owner Beldon Katleman's Buckaroo Buffet at El Rancho Vegas as the originator. However, Katleman was not associated with the hotel until the 50s; Buckaroo Buffet was a service started in the mid 50s. In 1946, El Rancho Vegas was owned by Sanford Adler.

Pre-dating El Rancho's midnight Chuck Wagon by four years, Hotel Last Frontier had a midnight "snack bar" service on weekends which looks like the same concept.

Photos: Postcard; UNLV History 117: Nevada History Photograph Collection (PH-00054), UNLV Special Collections. The mural behind the Chuck Wagon was painted by Dick Porter of Desert Designers. Last Hotel Frontier photo by Burton Frasher Sr. Frasher Foto Postcard Collection F5299, Pomona Public Library.

#1946 #El Rancho Vegas

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usafphantom2 · 6 months

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SR-71 pilot Dave Peters adds some interesting and hilarious details.

‘One of the interesting discoveries from those missions, especially the Eagle Bait, was that they couldn’t even find us when everything was shut down and we told them exactly where we were.

It was then realized that the F-15 had a speed gate on their radar at 1500 kts.

We were casually warping along from 1850 to 2000. So, for them, we didn’t exist.

We flew them fairly regularly from about 82 and they were still doing them after I retired in 86. We flew the Eagle Bait with the F-15s and Tomcat Chase with the F-14s. The 14s could find us but they couldn’t do anything until we modified and gave them times, route of flight, speed and altitude beforehand so they could have a pre-planned setup. The 15s didn’t do that well for quite some time. Another mission we flew that was interesting was to come in over the California coast at speed and altitude to give the air traffic controllers an idea of what they would see on a space shuttle approach.

‘There was some animosity at first with both the Eagles and the Tomcats because they kept accusing us of not showing up. Because we were on the same frequency with them and could listen to all the bitching because we didn’t show up. They got a little huffy because nobody told them we weren’t coming.’

But of course, the SR 71s were there they just couldn’t see them. Thank you Dave Peters SR 71 pilot.

@Habubrats71 via X

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kickthecan-revolution · 7 months

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Today was lovely. It’s so hot here, hot for San Francisco. Over 80 degrees which is a lot for us. I ate cucumbers and green beans from my garden, watched the Blue Angels who are here for Fleet Week and gave everything a good soak. My lemon trees are coming back from the fertilizer burn - life fights for itself.

I also spoke to Sr Emmanuel today, a Carmelite nun who was rejected from her nunnery (think that is a word) for being too conservative. My mom took care of her and now, so do I. She’s 82 living on food stamps (I just discovered) which is so rotten at its core, so that will all need to be sorted. I pay her cable bill so she can watch Fox News and I don’t care one bit about that at all. This is all so much more than political theater.

The shadow work with my intuitive coach is surprisingly intense and I had a rough night last night. Purgation. A call with her today helped me reset. I put Peach in an enclosure in the big room with all of us to give her a break from the bedroom and the cats did ok - growling, hissing but they are just working it all out. Then I snuggled her when she was tucked back in her room.

I’m watching the Netflix show on Uber. I almost went to work for Lyft, John Zimmer recruited me and we spoke at length. I almost left for that job because of how good of a guy he is, but I’m glad I stayed where I am.

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pizzzaburrp · 2 months

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Amazing Spider-Man battling his enemies in front of a black background

AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #60 (May 1968)

Cover Art by John Romita Sr.

AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #194 (July 1974)

Cover Art by Al Milgrom

AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #71 (April 1969)

Cover Art by John Romita Sr.

AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #82 (March 1970)

Cover Art by Mary Severin

#amazing spider man #Spider-Man #black cat #king pin #electro #quicksilver #John Donita at #Mary Severin #Al Milgrom #marvel comics #marvel #comic comic book cover #art

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hiromusicarts-blog · 2 years

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workersolidarity · 1 year

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US ACQUIRES FOUR NEW MILITARY BASES IN THE PHILIPPINES: COMPLETES "ARC" SURROUNDING CHINA

The United States has concluded an agreement with the government of Ferdinand "Bongbong" Marcos Jr. (Son of Brutal Right-wing Dictator Ferdinand Marcos Sr.), acquiring access to four more Military bases from the government, securing US access to the South China Sea in the area surrounding Taiwan.

This move is intended to "stitch" the gap in the string of US Military Bases and Alliances surrounding China, stretching from South Korea and Japan in the North, to Australia in the South and now plugging the gap in The Philippines to the Southeast, reinforcing any potential offensive operations to take Taiwan should China decide to secure it's Island.

Both the US proxy Govt of The Philippines, as well as the US imperialists claim this acquisition isn't permanent. But as the BBC acknowledges, it "in part reverses the US departure from its former colony more than 30 years ago."

Also, the US has declared it will invest over $82 Million in supporting infrastructure for the new Bases. Quite an investment for a "temporary" posting.

You can learn more about it while trying to read between propaganda lines here:

This update is concerning to say the least. It means the US is aggressively pursuing its goal of containment of China through military and economic means: ie. sanctions regimes, cyber attacks, espionage and sabotage, support of terrorist groups in places like Pakistan, Myanmar and Thailand to terrorise pro-Chinese politicians and infrastructure projects, propaganda and information wars through the NED and other "NGOs", and then through more traditional means like Military encirclement and proxy govts.

So whom is a threat to whom exactly?

If the situation were reversed, if China were working overtime to undermine and attack the US economy while encircling the heartland with military bases, it is unthinkable that the situation would ever have been allowed to get to that point to begin with, at least without initiating a major military engagement.

That is what the US Imperialists are risking with their current project. They risk major military engagement with a nuclear armed Superpower.

They risk our lives in order to weaken China and to subjugate its People to the resource extraction and labor exploitation of US-Backed Transnational Corporations, whose profits don't even benefit the American People in any material way.

And they will continue to use imaginary Spy Balloons, distant territorial conflicts, and other propaganda to convince you that China is a threat to Americans in order to manufacture consent for war, likely in Taiwan next.

And for how long can Nuclear armed Superpowers be at war with each other before one side or the other begins to lose and decides it's facing an existential threat to its existence?

How long from there before nuclear weapons are used?

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the-himawari · 1 year

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A3! Utsuki Chikage - Translation [SR] Festival of Blooming (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Itaru: Here you go.

Chikage: …

Itaru: So dirty. Is this actually washed? …Can you stop giving me that look? They’re freshly washed. Rest assured.

Chikage: I’ll borrow them for a second then.

-pause-

Chikage: Heh, they’re comfortable. These clothes.

Itaru: Is this how a kid feels when they lend their clothes to their parents…

Chikage: Oh, right. I’d like to borrow a controller.

Itaru: Well, I do use those. Here you go. It’s okay if this one breaks.

Chikage: I’m not going to act that violently. Or perhaps I should exaggerate my acting a bit?

Itaru: Please put a cap on it.

Chikage: Understood. Alright, I’m starting. “Ha? Time out? It’s a Friday night, there’s no way nobody’s on. Damn normies enjoying their lives.” “I’m gonna banish you shitty small fry to the shadow realm.” “Rip in peace in pieces.”

Itaru: (That’s probably me when my match up isn’t going well, or when I'm pissed off because I can't beat a lower ranked opponent…)

Chikage: “Hell yeah! You really thought, huh? Trash.”

Itaru: (Wait, this trash-talking vocabulary…!)

Chikage: “Ah, senpai came back without me even realizing, huh? GJ with the corporate slaving.” “Woah, it’s already 2AM…”

Itaru: (Here’s the turn of events I hate… It’s me when I’m torn between sleeping or eating, but I’m doing neither.”

Chikage: “Should I have some ramen? Do you want some too, senpai? I’ll share.” “Eh, clean up my garbage? Of course I will.” “Tomorrow or the day after that.” And scene. That was typical Chigasaki. What do you think?

Itaru: …It was good. I’m not aware of my typical movements or facial expressions. But I just naturally accepted that was me.

Chikge: Good to hear.

Itaru: That’s why I have mixed feelings though. When I'm shown my undisciplined self objectively, it’s not that… I don’t feel sorry or a little ashamed.

Chikage: Do you understand what I’m trying to convey to you?

Itaru: “Re-evaluate how you live”, right?

Chikage: You’re not wrong. But I’ll give you 40 points.

Itaru: Here comes the sudden scoring system.

Chikage: Even you yourself feel ashamed of your lifestyle… But, even so, I have never thought I wanted to switch rooms. To my great surprise.

Itaru: We all know that’s a lie.

Chikage: I’m not counting the times it’s merely crossed my mind. You can say what you feel out loud. And you can relieve your stress and lift your own spirits by creating a space to release your emotions… I think that’s one good thing about you that I don’t have. I wonder if that means in a way, I envy you.

Itaru: —.

Chikage: Of course I do want you to improve and fix your lifestyle.

Itaru: That stings.

Chikage: In any case, you can just stay as you are. Surprisingly, I don’t dislike seeing you being so free, Chigasaki.

Itaru: Seriously?

Chikage: Probably.

Itaru: Probably? Well… thank you. I look forward to continuing living together.

Chikage: I’ll be in your care.

Itaru: Shall we take the instant photo now? I’ll leave the pose to you.

Chikage: Understood.

Itaru: Here goes. 3, 2, 1—.

*click*

Chikage: What do you think? I tried to be you.

Itaru: 82 points.

Chikage: I feel like I just barely achieved an “A” rank in this minigame of dodging-the-question.

Itaru: Oh, that’s my roomie for you. Correct.

Chikage: By the way, I ate this to prepare for my role.

Itaru: Oh, that’s the cup noodles I like.

Chikage: You told me it tastes good when it’s a little soggy, so I made sure to leave it a little longer before I ate it.

Itaru: It was good, right?

Chikage: 35 points.

Itaru: That’s the lowest score of the day…

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bagog · 1 year

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Whiskey Story

This story is a fic-exchange gift! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Mshenko Genre: Fluff Word count: 5100

Read it on AO3 if you wanna, it's probably a better way to read.

“Welcome to Huerta Memorial! Downloading information to your Citadel Personal Shopping VI… download complete! Welcome back, Commander Shepard! This is your fourth visit this month.”

As soon as the download was finished, the blank screen of the console pulled up the usual assortment from the hospital medical supply stores. It took him only a few moments to order nine crates of medi-gel to replenish the Normandy’s stores. Dr. Chakwas had caught him just before he had raced out the airlock to run to the hospital. He’d been tapping his foot impatiently through the whole docking procedure, in the transport to the Presidium, and through the Personal Shopping VI download. Seems like he hadn’t stopped tapping his foot since he read that Kaidan had woken from his coma.

“Thank you for your purchase! Your order will be delivered to DOCK D24, ALLIANCE STARSHIP SSV NORMANDY SR-2 by 15:00, station time. Return to recommended purchases?”

Shepard blinked, returned to the previous screen. The shopper VI had autopopulated the homepage of the kiosk with the sorts of things Shepard was used to ordering: medi-gel by the crate, VI trauma protocols, the like. But today, at the top of the list, was an item from the gift shop. A bottle of whiskey.

“Shopper,” Shepard said aloud, the computer chimed in answer. “Explain the bottle of whiskey?”

“A recommendation from the hospital gift shop. TM88 is a fine Peruvian whiskey.”

“Why’s it on my recommended tab?”

“Traffic observations have noted that you have visited the room of patient Kaidan Alenko on every visit in the last month. As your CPS VI, I have selected items from the gift shop which patient Kaidan Alenko has been expected to enjoy with a proposed 82% accuracy. Shall I add it to your cart?”

Shepard’s foot had stopped tapping impatiently. Kaidan probably would like a bottle of whiskey. Besides, now that he was awake, it would be rude to show up empty handed. But given how close they had been and how spectacularly they had fallen out, the gift had to be carefully considered. Alcohol was a safe gift, it didn’t say too much. It didn’t say ‘watching you almost killed on Mars was one of the most terrifying moments of my life’ or ‘seeing you again felt like settling into a more comfortable life.’ All it said was ‘I know how much you like whiskey, here’s a nice one.’

“And… it’s a good whiskey?” Shepard asked dumbly when the kiosk prompted him again with a chime.

“TM88 is a superb black corn Peruvian whiskey with a fruity accent and deep flavor.”

Shepard thought about it for another moment before adding it to his cart. Walking over to the delivery station, he concluded that an expensive bottle of spirits was hardly the present he wanted to give, but he was terrible at gifts. He decided to take it as a sign that his personal shopper VI had selected it.

A lot of feelings were hidden in that bottle, a secret piece of Shepard’s self he wasn’t aware he’d ever had, much less that it was missing. He felt that way, anyway. Maybe it was a piece of himself he owed Kaidan, for Horizon, for everything. He wished he knew what the piece was.

Bottle in hand, he made his way for Kaidan’s room.

Dressed back in his uniform, Kaidan thought about how he’d miss the view from his hospital window. He hadn’t been planet-side in months, and he hadn’t had a window to look out in as long. The presidium was laid out before him, bathed in artificial sunlight, life still moving apace despite the war.

“Kaidan,” came a voice from the door. Kaidan turned and waved Thane into his room. “Getting ready to leave, I see?” Kaidan nodded and focused back on stuffing a folded spare uniform into his pack.

“Don’t worry, was definitely going to come say goodbye before I took off. It’ll be another couple of hours before the doc gives me a clean-bill, anyway. I’m just feeling optimistic.”

“You’re in high spirits. That’s good.” There was a little gravel in Thane’s voice and he coughed softly into his fist. “It’s been enjoyable to have your company.”

“Likewise, Thane,” Kaidan smiled at him, set his open pack on the bed in the center of the room to shake Thane’s hand. “It’s made being here bearable, honestly, having some company while I’ve been in here.”

As Kaidan continued to pack, Thane walked to the window, picking up a bottle which sat on a small shelf beneath.

“I take it the whiskey is yours and not the hospital’s?” He asked wryly, holding out the bottle to Kaidan.

“Hm?” Kaidan looked up, breathed a laugh. “Oh. Yeah. Shepard brought that to me the last time he visited. Had almost forgotten about it.” He took the whiskey and ran his eyes over the label. “Woo, expensive stuff, too. Gonna feel guilty if I don’t drink this for some kind of special occasion.”

“It is unlikely Shepard’s intention was to make you feel guilty,” Thane said. His eyes were unreadable, but he had the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Nah, I know. Just a nice gesture.” Or a peace offering. “Guess he remembered how much I like whiskey.” Still, for some reason, he fell silent and stared at the thin metal bottle for a long moment. He carefully strapped the bottle to the outside of his pack.

“Hey.”

Shepard stood at the door of Kaidan’s room. Kaidan was lying in the bed, face still a mask of bruises, dark circles under his dark eyes. Still, when he looked up at Shepard he smiled, pushed himself to sit up in the bed a little more. The sheet slipped down his torso, the bare skin on his chest pebbling in the cool air.

“Shepard,” Kaidan replied levelly. The half-smile slid from his face and he soberly regarded Shepard. “I didn’t know if you’d come.”

“Because of what I said on Mars?” Kaidan couldn’t look at him. He didn’t blame him, they’d had that fight on Mars. And besides, Shepard could barely look Kaidan in the eyes either: he had a tendency to stare at the bruises, rather than the eyes in the center of them. Not sure where to look, Shepard realized his gaze had fallen on to Kaidan’s softly rising and falling chest.

“Yeah,” Kaidan turned to him, his face softening. “Nevermind, I’m glad you’re here.” That made Shepard smile, and no matter how hard he tried to keep his face impassive, he was sure it showed. Shepard pulled a chair up to Kaidan’s bedside and sat down in it.

“What did Udina want? Still thinking about the Spectre position?”

“It’s a big honor… a huge responsibility. Just need to be sure.”

But Shepard didn’t want to talk about Udina, or Spectres, or the war, or anything. He wanted to talk to Kaidan. About anything. Anything else, that is. He had had time to rehearse what he wanted to say on the flight to the Citadel, but first things first:

“I got you this.” Shepard handed Kaidan the bottle of whiskey. He accepted it and his eyes scanned the label as if he wasn’t really seeing what was in front of him.

“Wow. Thanks Shepard. That’s really great,” Kaidan said, sounding largely impassive. Shepard silently cursed his shopper VI.

“Just a little pick-me-up,” Shepard supplied, quickly. The idea the bottle could be more than that had disappeared when Kaidan had accepted the bottle—well, almost disappeared.

“Maybe when I’m out, we can crack it open and celebrate? You can’t tell, but I’m tied to this bed by medical red tape.”

The idea of opening the bottle with Kaidan once he was out stopped Shepard’s racing mind for a second. Would Kaidan come back to the Normandy? How long until he was better?

For now, all Shepard knew was that there was a possibility that these wouldn’t be the last conversations he’d have with Kaidan.

“Hi, yes. Hello. I’m wondering if you can help me out. I was in one of your cabs about three hours ago and I left something in the cab.”

Kaidan stood at a public comms terminal near docking bay D24. After maybe six conversations with various put-upon and grumpy departments, he was beginning to lose his cool.

“Sir,” the salarian on the other side of the comms channel said, voice dripping with exhausted cynicism. “No, like, disrespect? But there are about 50 different cab companies servicing the station, are you sure it was one of ours?”

Kaidan frowned, checked over his shoulder, expecting Shepard to come walking out of a lift and head for the ship at any moment. “No, I’m sure. This is Hrethlep’s Transport Services?”

“Yes.” The salarian replied miserably.

“It was a Hrethlep cab. I left a bottle of whiskey in the back when I got out in a hurry and—”

“Sir, we don’t exactly have a lost and found. Thousands of people use our transports every cycle. If you left something in the cab, it’s probably been picked up by another passenger at this point.”

“Okay, well, can you please check anyway?” Kaidan crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep a little tremor of frustration out of his voice.

“Perhaps you should prepare yourself for the possibility that you may need to buy yourself a new bottle of whiskey, sir.” The salarian leaned forward, looking bored, and pretended to be typing something. Kaidan grimaced.

“I can’t just buy a new—look, listen, it has… sentimental value, alright?”

“Oh clearly,” the salarian snarked. “That’s why you left it in a cab.”

“…alright, look. I’m going to give you the serial number of the cab, you pull up your info, and tell me if a bottle of whiskey got left in that cab, hm? Can you do that for me?” Kaidan tried to keep his demand friendly: this would go on another hour if he had to speak to someone else. Each person along the chain had known a little more and been a little ruder about it, he could only imagine what would happen if he got handed off to a supervisor or something. The salarian made a motion Kaidan took to be the equivalent of rolling his eyes.

“Do you record the serial number of every cab you take?”

“No,” Kaidan seethed. “I called up C-SEC, used my Spectre access to double check the flight records of all the cabs active in the presidium during the Cerberus invasion, found my flight path—Huerta Memorial to the Council Chambers—and have the serial number of the only car within the last seven hours to make that particular trip.”

“Spec—did you say Spectre access.”

“Look, I didn’t want to pull this card, but I’m kind of in a hurry,” he looked back up, checked the lobby for any sign of Shepard. “I took the cab to evac the Council during the invasion. Got out of the cab in a bit of a hurry, right? And left something important to me in there. Can you please just check for me? That’s all I want.”

“Umm, sure, Sir,” the title was spoken with a little more respect this time. The salarian needed a moment to cycle through a few screens. “Huh, what do you know? Someone reported a duffel bag and a bottle of fancy whiskey in that car.”

“Great.” Kaidan smiled resolutely, but kept the menace in his stance. “I can pay damn well if someone brings those both to docking bay D24 ASAP.”

“Uh, sure thing, Spectre sir. I’ll send someone out with it immediately. Should be just a few minutes.”

“Thank you.” Kaidan transferred his coordinates and closed the channel. It was a gamble, hanging out around the Normandy’s docking bay. After all, Shepard had mentioned Kaidan rejoining the Normandy, but Kaidan was on the fence about it before. And the commander hadn’t exactly offered yet. It was a bit of a risk just showing up at their front door with all his stuff, asking to be taken on. Hell, he hadn’t even shown up with his stuff: duty-first Kaidan Alenko, racing to try to save the council.

He wasn’t sure what Shepard would say, but how else were they supposed to open this whiskey?

Shepard had begun to walk away from Kaidan’s bedside once he’d given him the bottle, and had almost made it to the door. For some reason, he turned around as it opened, took one long look at Kaidan—himself staring out the window with a knitted brow. They’d ‘cleared the air’ about Horizon, about everything. Kaidan had said he wished he could come with Shepard. For the first time since Cerberus had brought him back, Shepard felt like he could really see his friend, again. Without any of the pain in the way.

Shepard stepped back into the room, pulled up his chair once again.

“Something else, Shepard?” Kaidan asked.

They talked like old friends. Shepard found out all about what Kaidan had been up to since they last parted ways: his promotion, his team, his dealings with Anderson. For the first time in a long time, Shepard felt like he was back with his team, like he was ready for the fight.

Kaidan’s eyes were a dark agate brown in the artificial lighting, and Shepard hung on his every word. He hadn’t noticed he’d inched closer, right to the edge of his chair, practically in Kaidan’s bubble. For a moment, Shepard almost suggested they open the whiskey while they talk, but figured a hospital wasn’t the best place to be opening expensive alcohol.

“You said your implant got rattled.” Shepard was smiling ear to ear. “Everything good?”

Kaidan shrugged. “The medical gibberish was a bit more impressive, but that’s what I took away from it—rattled.” Shepard’s eyes traced the shadowed bruises across Kaidan’s face as he spoke, the flecks of grey in his hair, the light playing on his chest. He forced himself to pay attention to what Kaidan was saying about his implant. “But my biotics are stronger than ever. Maybe some things get better with age!”

“Or maybe you have,” Shepard offered. Kaidan chuckled, tipped his head forward conspiratorially.

“Are you flirting with me, Commander?” He teased. Shepard’s jaw dropped, but Kaidan laughed. “Wait, wait! Don’t tell me. Let me live in the illusion.”

Shepard was quiet for a long moment, smiling through the confusion still written all over his face.

Kaidan stepped into the crew quarters and waited at the threshold a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim light. It was the night shift aboard the Normandy, but it had been sunny-bright in the Citadel presidium, and the shift from one to the other always made Kaidan’s head swim. But he endured it today with a smile on his face as he had crossed the Presidium, striding through the CIC still smiling, and into the lift, still looking starry-eyed.

He removed his boots to lie on top of his bunk, loosening his collar and a few uniform buttons and sighing into the darkness. When he closed his eyes, he saw Shepard’s face in his mind, and that made him smile more. The tension that had been building inside him for the past week had been erased the instant Shepard had said the words “Someone to live for, maybe love.”

It had been a good sanity check, Kaidan felt sane, albeit giddy. When he had met Shepard three years ago, he never would’ve imagined himself confessing feelings for his commander like that—especially not after Cerberus, after everything. And yet, here he was, lying in his bunk, replaying the conversation with Shepard, watching his lips as he spoke the words “Maybe love.” Had he changed from the man he had been three years ago? His brush with his own mortality on Mars had put a lot of things in focus, but at the same time, there was a voice in the back of his mind that had made peace with the fact that Kaidan wasn’t going to find a partner in this life.

It hadn’t made him bitter to realize, it just seemed like a distraction he couldn’t afford to have right now. Besides, Kaidan had been honest: he fell for a lover slowly. He took his time cherishing their interactions, learning the rough edges and the surprising corners of each other. That’s how it had been with Shepard, and Kaidan couldn’t really say when he had fallen in love.

Kaidan softly rolled to his side, reached into a dark corner next to the bunk, and pulled out the tall metal bottle of TM88 whiskey. It was one of the only personal possessions Kaidan had brought aboard—stripping his needs down to essentials was another resolution he’d made in his long convalescence—and it was the exception that proved the rule. The bottle wasn’t a basic or a necessity, shouldn’t have had a place in his footlocker. But Shepard was a necessity, so the bottle stayed.

For the first time, Kaidan considered why Shepard had bought this bottle for him. Yes, it could be a simple act of one friend trying to cheer another up. It was unreasonable to assume it had been, back then, an envoy of any kind. Especially with how Shepard reacted with surprise when Kaidan expressed his feelings. But it made Kaidan smile to think it might’ve been. His affinity for whiskey was known by most of the crew who had spent any shore leave with him, it was a thoughtful gift without being too intimate. Staring at the bottle in the dimness, Kaidan suddenly saw it as more significant. It wasn’t just a nice whiskey, it was beckoning them to spend some time together, off the clock. That wasn’t the sort of gift Shepard gave to everyone. Hell, Shepard wasn’t big on gifts—giving or receiving. Kaidan licked his lip, and almost sat up in bed.

Why shouldn’t he go up to Shepard’s quarters right now and share this bottle with him? Why not taste expensive Peruvian whiskey on Shepard’s lips when they leaned together for their first kiss?

He rolled his eyes at himself, but couldn’t stop smiling. The whiskey should definitely be used for a celebration, and he had reason to celebrate today. Instead, he held the bottle for another moment before returning it to the side of his bed. He just needed to keep it with him a little longer.

Shepard beamed down at the steak sandwich the waiter had left him. Apollo’s wasn’t busy, and if he ignored an asari student studying in the opposite corner, he could almost believe he and Kaidan were alone in the restaurant.

“You just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna eat it?” Kaidan teased, taking a bite of his sandwich. He took a swig of his beer.

“I’m glad you asked me here today, Kaidan.”

“For the steak sandwich?” Kaidan smirked.

“No, for…” Shepard shrugged. He just couldn’t slip the words out from behind his grin. What was he thanking Kaidan for, anyway? “For telling me how you feel. About us.”

Kaidan gave him a warm smile. “I’m grateful you listened. And I’m happy you feel the same way.” Shepard reached across the table and held one of Kaidan’s hands in his. This felt so right. Why had he been surprised when Kaidan professed his feelings? How could he miss the longing in Kaidan’s gaze, the heat? “What are you thinking about?” Kaidan asked after Shepard had stared a moment, lost in his thoughts. He squeezed Kaidan’s hand.

“Just… there are so many things I feel like I want to say, but all I can think about is just… you. You’re right here, and for so long I’ve…” Shepard shrugged, turned his face sheepishly away. He looked out over the Presidium, “For so long I’ve just… wished you were here. I missed you, and now you’re right here.”

“And I’m not going anywhere,” Kaidan said, voice sincere in that way only Kaidan’s could be. They sat in silence for another minute, watching the afternoon drift by in each other’s eyes.

“I guess I should eat this while its hot,” Shepard cleared his throat a moment later, letting go of Kaidan’s hand. He took a bite of his steak sandwich. He wanted to kick himself for stumbling so clumsily back into chit-chat. Truth was, he had so much he wanted to say, and nothing he knew how to say. Small talk felt like the only refuge for his racing thoughts.

“It’s pretty alright,” Kaidan chuckled, taking another swig of beer. “Beer’s awful though. Could go for something stronger, anyway.”

“They serve whiskey here,” Shepard offered. Kaidan waggled his eyebrows.

“Why should I buy my spirits when I’ve still got an expensive bottle on the ship?”

Shepard laughed around another mouthful of sandwich. “The TM88 I got you in the hospital? I was sure you’d drank that already.”

“Are you kidding? Bottle like that needs someone to share it with.”

“Well alright,” Shepard grinned. “We’ll do it together, sometime.”

Whenever Kaidan decided to open that bottle with him, then he would be ready. Then he would know what to say.

Kaidan leaned his head against the wall of the shower, just letting the hot water run down his back, soak his hair.

They had never cut it so close, except above Alchera.

Shepard had been mute and stern the whole shuttle race out of Thessia’s atmosphere, tailed by reapers. His eyes were wild, as if he were still replaying the fall of the asari homeworld on repeat in his mind. He hadn’t said anything to anybody when he got back aboard the Normandy. Leaving directly for his cabin without a glance and without removing his armor.

Shepard was in pain, and Kaidan knew him well enough to see it buried under all the fury. Just in the way his jaw set, Kaidan could tell exactly what was bothering him:

They could lose this war.

Maybe he recognized it in Shepard in part because it was something he himself had rolled around in his mind over and over while in the hospital. Something about almost dying made every endeavor seem fragile. Mortal. And here they had almost died again—not like the chance of catching a geth rocket or a merc bullet they always had—but much closer.

Kaidan needed a drink.

He raised his face to the shower head, hot water against his eyelids. His mind went straight to the bottle of whiskey in the crew quarters. No, he was pretty intent on sharing that with Shepard. But after today, he wasn’t imagining a celebration, whiskeyed words of love. They had survived today, and that felt like celebration enough. Soaping and rinsing himself under the shower spray, Kaidan had almost convinced himself to go visit Shepard in the Loft, bring him the bottle, share a drink. To be alive together.

But not tonight. Shepard wouldn’t see it that way, yet. He’d see it as Kaidan trying to cheer him up. Which wasn’t entirely untrue, but more like Kaidan trying to savor every moment with the man he had fallen in love with. So, no, not tonight.

Kaidan turned off the shower, reached for his towel. There would be nights like tonight, many more, and maybe one of those nights Shepard would be ready.

Shepard dropped his data-pad onto his desktop with a clatter. He’d been reviewing tactical reports, plans. Casualty reports, such as they could be compiled. He sat back, closed his eyes, let the still hum of the ship underpin the sound of his own breaths.

Tomorrow, they would move on the Cerberus base, take the fight to the Illusive Man directly.

“And then what?” Shepard whispered into the quiet of his cabin. Then what? They take Cerberus out of the equation and they’re left with… still the Reapers. A galaxy unprepared to face them, and hundreds of good soldiers and good scientists who would rather die than use their abilities to take out the Reapers once and for all. It was a realization that hollowed him out inside. The data-pads on his desk called out to him, chastised him for resting his eyes or trying to quiet his thoughts. But when he looked back at the desk, it was still the casualty reports staring back at him.

The war had chipped away so much from the image of himself Shepard had been so certain of. It had taken so much of who he was, he wondered sometimes if there was anything else he could be than a sword against the Reapers. When he looked around the room, saw the fish in their aquarium, the little models he’d built over the last few years, the remains of a late-night drink in a glass on the table, it was like looking at somebody else’s possessions.

Everyone was depending on him—literally everyone. And who was he, at the end of the day? What was left? The shell of Commander Shepard, revenant cyborg, and his cozy little loft and all his little models. His face felt hot. He’d left the wake of a life behind him in his years—people he had saved, colonies he’d protected, heroes he had avenged—but what was there now? Wrath. Fear.

He stood up, began to pace the deck, chose a pad at random and started reviewing it. It was a power-fluctuation report from engineering, and Shepard thought it would keep him saner to hear it from someone directly. As the hatch to the loft opened for him, he almost ran into Kaidan, just reaching to sound the door chime.

They looked at each other a long moment, the hollowness in Shepard bitterly annoyed that Kaidan would see him like this.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Kaidan said softly.

“No.” He stepped to the side and allowed Kaidan to pass into his cabin. Only then did Shepard notice Kaidan was carrying two glasses in one hand, and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

The hair stood up on the back of Kaidan’s neck when he stepped into the loft. He shot past Shepard and made down the steps to the living area.

“Kaidan, I need to—” Shepard’s voice had an iron edge to it, but Kaidan turned around, looked him in the eye before he could finish.

“Shh. Just take five minutes. A quick drink, then I’ll go.” He thought he saw a spark of a smile in Shepard’s face, and the sight made his heart beat faster. He twisted open the bottle of whiskey and poured a glass for each of them. “Shepard, you know you’ve done everything you could, right?”

“I hope so. I keep running the numbers to see if I’ve missed something.” Kaidan could relate, he handed one glass to Shepard. It had been so long since they’d been truly alone together.

“You don’t have to take this on yourself. Look to your crew, to the talented people fighting by your side.” Shepard didn’t reply right away, but sighed and took the bottle from Kaidan’s hand, not so much as looking at it before setting it on the table. “What you’ve accomplished since the Reapers arrived… it’s just nothing short of amazing.” He watched as Shepard held the glass to lips, took a long slow sip of his whiskey.

Tonight was the night, Kaidan had felt it after the briefing. The last night they’d have to crack open this bottle. And he had no celebration to commemorate except tonight, except being alive and in love and with Shepard. He had thought about it so much, it almost surprised him when he set his glass down on the table without so much as a sip.

“It’s gonna be what it is,” he said softly. Shepard’s expression had softened, and Kaidan held his gaze.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Shepard said after a moment.

“About the good times,” Kaidan scoffed. “And the hard times. It’s been an unforgettable few years.” He took in Shepard in his uniform pants and N7 hoodie, looking as casual as he ever allowed himself. A view of himself only Kaidan was allowed to share in. “Yeah, especially the time we’ve spent together lately. It’s been so intense… it feels like a lifetime.”

Shepard set down his drink beside Kaidan’s. The change was enormous, Shepard looked like Shepard again, not ‘the commander’. Like there had been a piece of himself he had given over to Kaidan, maybe without even knowing it, and it was something Kaidan could give back. Something he’d cared for even without realizing.

“You’re exactly what I need right now, Kaidan.” Shepard leaned forward and Kaidan gently took the back of his head, pulled him in for a deep kiss.

“I lied,” he breathed when he pulled back. “I didn’t come here for a quick drink.” Shepard smirked conspiratorially before leaning in once again, pressing his lips to Kaidan’s. Kaidan’s fingers tangled into the fabric of Shepard’s hoodie, pulling him in and deepening the kiss. Shepard went willingly, swinging his leg to straddle Kaidan’s lap, hands gripping Kaidan’s shoulders as they kissed. There was the taste of whiskey on Shepard’s tongue, on his lips, even though he’d taken only the smallest sip. Kaidan let his hands run down the sides of Shepard’s body, caressing the small of his back before his grip settled under Shepard’s thighs. Barely breaking the kiss, he stood up, carrying Shepard with him, and the two swayed for a moment as Kaidan took the weight and met Shepard in a kiss once again.

Shepard was already unbuttoning his uniform shirt, kissing the line of his jaw and down his neck. On the table, two glasses of whiskey sat beside the opened TM88 bottle. Kaidan almost knocked them over whisking Shepard to the bed.

The whiskey was forgotten in moments as the men stripped down and Kaidan pushed Shepard onto the mattress. Tomorrow would be too busy to finish the whiskey, and everyday after that was a prayer’s breadth away from oblivion. It had seemed so important to Kaidan as he carried the bottle to the loft, but now that he had his hands on Shepard’s body, his lips pressed to Shepard’s chest, it was like nothing mattered. Not Mars, or the Reapers, or the bottle of whiskey.

This is what mattered, what would never happen again, this moment. Kaidan swore to himself they’d make time to try the whiskey again. He swore they’d be together when the war was over.

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