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astraystayyh · 3 months

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Israel doesn't want to repopulate Gaza, you loveable dummy

Seriously, find one Israeli on this site who'll say otherwise. And no, quoting Ben Gvir doesn't count (assuming you even know who that is) anymore than quoting, say, Rudy Giuliani would count for anything, even though he supposedly spoke for the president of the USA for a time.

Hamas has 136 hostages. Including women, and actual literal babies, assuming they're still alive, that is. This could all have ended weeks ago if they'd fucking returned them. Israeli society would physically march on Benjamin Netanyahu's home and remove him in a coup if the hostages were returned tonight. But as long as they have Israeli people, and are unwilling to negotiate their return, that's an ongoing war crime. Is Israel evil for being a bull in a China shop trying to get back a "mere" 136 innocent civilians? Maybe. But Hamas started this and they can end it, they just don't want to. Please, justify that.

Hello, since you asked for one Israeli, here, I'll give you multiple statements:

Hundreds of activists at an Ashdod gathering in late November called for the reestablishing of Jewish settlements. “Let it be known that you support the appeal to renew Jewish settlement throughout all of the Gaza Strip. The nation is waiting for you”— Yossi Dagan, head of the Samaria Regional Council.

Israel “should fully occupy the Gaza Strip”— Heritage Minister Amichai Eliyahu, of the far-right Otzma Yehudit party.

An Israeli real estate firm pushes to build settlements for Israelis in Gaza. “Wake up, a beach house is not a dream” reads the ad.

Israeli Knesset member Limor Son Har Melech posted a video of herself in a boat with other settlers off the coast of Gaza. “Settlement in every part of the Gaza Strip … A large, extensive settlement without fear, without hesitation, without humiliation. This land is the land that the creator of the world gave to us.”

Israeli Settler, Daniella Weiss says Palestinians who live in Gaza, have no right to stay in Gaza.

An Israeli soldier saying that Israelis should start “investing” in Khan Younis.

Also why would the words of Ben Gvir not count? He is an elected minister, his words hold weight and they expose Israel’s clear intent to make Gaza inhabitable for Palestinians so that Israelis could settle in there— by destroying the infrastructures, making the health system collapse entirely, bombing entire residential neighborhood, Israel is trying to ensure that Palestinians wouldn't be able to return back to their land, because there is nothing livable left there.

And I'm glad you bring up all of this ending if the hostages were returned— Hamas tried to strike up a deal for the return of ALL the hostages, in exchange of the release of all Palestinian prisoners. Israel refused. You know why? Because this has never been about hostages and their safety for Israel.

There is a reason why Israel shot its own hostages when it mistook them for Palestinian civilians, waving a white cloth. There is a reason why the IDF called to shoot indiscriminately on Oct. 7, knowing that it could kill some of the hostages too. Because Israel wants to kill Palestinians, to "thin out its population" (or maybe we shouldn't take into account the says and actions of Netanyahu too ://). This is why it targets schools and mosques and hospitals and ambulances and refugee camps. Israel knows that if it does get all its hostages back, then there would be nothing to “justify” its genocide in Gaza (although, as UN Secretary-General said : "Nothing can justify the collective punishment of the Palestinian people. The humanitarian situation in Gaza is beyond words")

Israel is the only reason why the hostages aren't fred yet. THEY are unwilling to negotiate the return because they don't want to stop this genocide. What good is a five days ceasefire only for the bombings to return? Do you even realize how psychologically traumatizing it is to have a countdown of when your massacre would resume? The only acceptable deal is for Israel to establish a permanent ceasefire, something that it refuses to do. The only one to blame is Israel.

And you say Israelis would instigate a coup to oust Netanyahu, that's nice, then what? Will you return the land to its rightful people? Will you give back Palestinians their rights unequivocally? Will you call for the dismantlement of Israel that was built on massacres? The reason why Israelis are angry at Netanyahu is rooted in the unresolved hostage situation. Just because you don't support Netanyahu doesn't mean that you aren't a zionist who finds the murder of more than twenty thousands Palestinians justifiable. A young girl had her leg amputated with no anesthesia on the kitchen counter of her home and you talk about “Israel being a bull in a China shop”? You consider the targeted attacks on civilians as careless actions by Israel? It actually astonishes me how inhumane some of you can be.

And here is what Dr. Refaat, who was targeted and murdered by the IDF btw, had to say about this matter:

Whether it's Netanyahu or someone else, it does not matter because Israel as a whole is an occupation, one built on the bloodshed of palestinians.

And it is funny how you choose to distort history whichever way you like it, to regard October 7th as an isolated instance that happened out of the blue. Hamas didn't start anything, Hamas was created in response to the indiscriminate and careless shooting of palestinian civilians in the first Intifada, that was decades ago. October 7th was a resistance to an ongoing colonization, Israel started this when it displaced and murdered palestinians on 1948. None of this would've happened if Israel did not colonize Palestine. It has been 100 days of this ongoing genocide, wake up and stop deluding yourself into a reality where Israel is the victim.

#dismissing Ben Gvir's statements #(yes i know who it is thank you for your concern)#then diluting this genocide into a mere matter of “hamas should return the hostages”#it must feel nice to change up the narrative so you'd be able to sleep nicely at night #and not take into account the statements that disturb you #but thanks for thinking im loveable! you are right on that point #maybe there is still hope left for you then #free palestine #palestine #gaza #free gaza

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boyfhee · 2 months

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박성훈 、SECRET NEVER KEPT

sunghoon likes getting detentions.

featuring ⋆ rich boy! sunghoon x fem reader, highschool au

contents ⋆ kissing, suggestive i mean you can say this went out of hand a little...sunghoon is crazy guys don't try this at school ( 0.78k )

notes ⋆ another rich boy hoon bc it's always on my mind. they should cast him in a drama and make him third gen chaebol heir idk. btw this one is for @atrirose

sunghoon’s lips curl into a subtle smile when he heard footsteps coming towards the classroom. he knows it’s you, he knows your pace, way too familiar with you to not even recognise the faint humming echoing in the hallways.

he chuckles, his smile growing wider as he pushes one of the desks aside. he shakes his head at how easily you make him smile, and you aren’t even in the room. the melody you’re humming gets a bit clearer, and he turns towards the door as you slide it open.

“detention again?” you tease, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. it’s unfathomable how giddy he looks after getting detention. “it’s pleasing to watch the mayor’s son sweeping the tiles,”

“just a little charity work for school,” he hums jokingly with a shrug, and then he looks up at you, his eyes are soft and just a tad bit crinkled at the edges and his smile is sweet as if an invitation to come and kiss him.

not a whiff of what happens at school reaches his parents because he knows his dad will have anyone who dares point fingers at him lose their job. while his mother is more inclined towards him trying to lay low and mixing into the general public, sunghoon can’t help but stand out.

he likes attention.

he likes it when people talk about him when he walks down the hallways, or when you wink at him from across the room. he liked it when you visited him when he had gotten detention for the very first time, and it’s a routine now. you stay after school for extra lessons and he hates not being able to sneak in a few kisses with you in the storage after school ends. fortunately, detention gives him the perfect excuse to stay.

“charity is nice but this—” you say, pointing at the mop and bucket, walking towards him as he carefully holds your hand so that you don’t slip over the wet tiles. “— doesn’t suit your pretty face.”

and sunghoon laughs, sitting on one of the chairs around, pulling you on his lap. your arms wrap around his shoulders out of habit, and he can’t help but swoon at the way your gaze rests on his lips for a fraction of a second before going back to his eyes. “well you win some and you lose some,”

and he doesn’t really care, honestly. with hands that are made to caress your cheeks and hold you close, he doesn’t really mind if they’re occupied with mopping the floors. just the same way he doesn’t care if his father hears about you and him. with elections ‘round the corner, he will be furious to see his dear son dating the daughter of the opposition.

but when has sunghoon ever cared about what others have to say about you?

“you know, anyone could walk in right now,” you warn quietly, although your actions are contradicting your words as you tilt your head a little, giving him an easier access as he presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of slow kisses down and then to your jaw.

he pulls away slightly, taking in the fragrance of your perfume— it’s the one he had gifted you on your birthday, and he likes how irresistible it makes you, as if you aren’t already. “the whole building’s empty,”

“the guards take rounds after school,”

“well, no one will come. and if they do,” he gently tucks your hair behind your ear, fingers drawing random patterns on your thighs, and you can feel your cheeks heat up as he slides his hand a bit further up. “we can put on a little show for them,”

“hoon—” he doesn’t let you say much, simply cutting you off with a kiss. most of the time, it doesn’t fall upon him to be the responsible one in the relationship, but you’re not any better with the way you pull him closer, fingers lost in his locks. you huff and his arms move up to your waist, and you pull him closer, kissing him deeper— a clear confirmation that you’re into this just as much as him.

and it does end up this way, most of the time. you on his lap, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck, lips together, in the empty classrooms or storage, under the staircase— sunghoon doesn’t care if someone sees. it’s least of his concerns when you’re with him. sunghoon falls first, he falls hard. everyone knows it, it has never been a secret.

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evergone · 6 months

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Hey!! Idk know if you are taking requests right now but can you write a Theo x Hufflepuff reader imagine where the reader is always telling him to make friends from other houses. He finally does make friends but with a beautiful Ravenclaw and starts spending more time with her. The reader starts feeling insecure and ignores Theo. He soon realises that she is ignoring him and talks to her.

Btw I love your writing and can you please tag me if you do write it?

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Theodore Nott x reader

Warnings: Swearing, allusions to sex but no sex.

Description: The reader wants Theo to make more friends but when he does, she becomes insecure about their bond.

Sorry this took so long to get out, I'm in the middle of my final exams of high school so I don't have much time. I enjoyed writing this one. Thanks for the request @orphicmortala

“It’s sad, Theo, you’ve got, like, no friends!” You said as you tried your best to remember how to tie your yellow tie.

“What do you call Malfoy, then?” Theo asked from the bed.

“An accomplice,” you replied with that unique snark that Theo loved about you, “You need friends from other houses— Friends that aren’t just me.” You added those final words hastily before he could open his mouth in protest.

Theo rolled his eyes and beckoned you over. His hands glided over the folds of your tie with expertise, undoing the mess of a knot you’d created in order to do it up properly and perfectly. When he was done, he looked up at you with his gorgeous, oceanic eyes and the corners of his mouth where both his beautiful lips connected turned upwards. You uttered your thanks quietly as you resisted the primal urge to just not go to class at all and instead spend the whole day with him. Your mind wandered off to imagine being stuck between Theo’s checkered emerald sheets, but you brought it back to reality.

Fending off your lustful desires as well as a nun would, you bid adieu to Theo and hurried out of his room and the Slytherin common room. On your way out, you dodged the teasingly crude jokes and names that Theo’s friends tossed towards you and told Pansy that she was no better than yourself (you’d seen the way she snuck out of that empty classroom after Draco a couple days earlier, her hair and clothes all dishevelled and her thighs rubbing together uncomfortably).

The whole day, Theo dwelled on your words. While you weren’t exactly dating or in a relationship, he always found himself bound to your every word and every whim. You seemed to dictate his life in a way that you certainly shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but listen to you. So, in Arithmancy, he didn’t sit next to Blaise as he usually did, instead electing to sit with Lisa Turpin, a Ravenclaw girl he’d seen you talk to a few times.

She looked at him in confusion, “Did you need something?”

He withheld the instinct to say some snide remark and instead replied, “I thought I’d make a new friend today.”

“On some random Tuesday… in our Sixth year?” Her face contorted to expose her obvious disgust.

“Merlin’s cock and balls, I’m trying to be nice, Turpin!” Theo frowned and picked up his bag to go sit elsewhere.

Turpin grabbed his wrist as he stood up and her lips made a thin line as she pulled him back down to the seat. Her brows knitted together like a homemade sweater and she breathed out a sigh of defeat.

“No, it’s okay, sorry,” she said, “Sit here if you’d like.”

Over the next week, Theo made some serious efforts to get to know Turpin despite his friends’ obvious, loud verbal opposition. After that first Arithmancy class, Blaise had practically torn him to shreds with his massive speech on house loyalty and the horrible impact that you were clearly having on him. Daphne had recited the same speech her mother had given to her on her first day of her first year at school about how interrelations with students from the lesser houses was a gateway drug to blood sympathy (she’d given him the same speech when he started his little thing with you). And Pansy, Merlin’s beard, Pansy was furious.

Pansy had constructed this whole idea in her mind that you hated that Theo was talking to Turpin. She called it “cheating” which Theo had adamantly disagreed with. He wasn’t having sex with Turpin, in fact, he had absolutely zero romantic interest in her. He barely even liked her. The only thing the two had in common was Arithmancy and every time they hung out they talked about it until there was no more Arithmancy to talk about. It was, quite frankly, boring. Turpin was boring.

“It’s emotional cheating,” said Pansy in a huff as she and the others started towards the Great Hall for Monday breakfast.

“Emotional cheating?” Theo asked skeptically.

“Yes, Nott, emotional cheating,” she nodded, “And it’s hurting Y/n’s feelings. That’s why she hasn’t spoken to you all week.”

His gaze snapped to focus on Pansy whose black eyes were ablaze with the feminine rage of a girl’s best friend, “How do you know she hasn’t spoken to me all week?”

Pansy smirked, her honey red lipstick bright against her pale skin, and shrugged. She knew you hadn’t spoken to him all week because you wouldn’t shut up about it. In Divination on Wednesday afternoon, you’d all but assaulted Pansy with questions about Theo’s newfound interest in Turpin. All of which Pansy had no helpful responses to.

“Is he flirting with her?” You asked.

“Maybe, I don’t know, it’s not like they sit with us,” said Pansy, struggling to focus on the crystal ball with all your chatter.

“Why not? Why don’t they sit with you? Are they trying to be private?” You pushed almost frantically.

“Uh, possibly? Honestly, I just think he knows we don’t like her,” she explained.

“Why don’t you like her? Is she a bitch?” You frowned and then quickly added in a judgmental tone, “Or are you just being blood supremacists?”

“Is she a mudblood?” Pansy stopped working to stare at you.

You smacked her hand and she hissed, “I don’t know her that well. Don’t say that.”

When Theo and his friends finally arrived at the Great Hall, he searched the tables for your face. While most people usually stuck to their house’s table, you were a social butterfly and loved to flutter from table-to-table to talk to all of your many friends. Sometimes he wondered how you weren’t a prefect despite your popularity and the respect the younger years gave you. His eyes found Turpin first and she beamed and waved him over, but he blatantly ignored her. Pansy and Daphne watched on with delight as the girl cringed with embarrassment and turned back to her meal with bright red ears.

A spot of h/c hair floated above a robe lined with yellow and he abandoned his friends to go to you. You were standing at the end of the Hufflepuff table (not an unusual place to find you, but your favourite table was always the Slytherin one), and you were utterly consumed by a tale you were sewing for your housemates Hannah Abbott and Justin Finch-Fletchley.

“Y/n,” Theo spoke and his deep, smokey voice tore you straight out of your conversation, “Can we talk?”

Your eyebrows quivered and your blinking sped up as you took his appearance in for the first time all week. You hadn’t gone so long without speaking to him in at least three years (you got into an argument in your third year about the petrifications) and hearing his voice and seeing him so close was like throwing a former alcoholic into a sea of wine. There was nothing you wanted more than to indulge in him. But Hannah and Justin were glaring at him like hawks, or guard dogs, whichever was more intimidating.

“Um,” you glanced back at your friends and Hannah shook her head slightly, she’d never much liked Theo, “Sure.”

Hannah rolled her eyes and whispered something barely audible to Justin. Something about a “love-fucked pushover.” You ignored her. Theo took you to a pair of seats far from any prying ears and held your hands in his.

“You know I don’t like Turpin, right?” He said quietly.

You scoffed, “Yeah, right. And that’s why you spent all week with her.”

“I spent all week with her because you told me to!” He laughed with salt that spread itself over your wounded heart.

“Did I just? Because I really don’t remember saying ‘Hey, Theo, you know how I like you so much? I actually want you to go talk to another girl,’” you said sarcastically.

He held back a grin as best he could but the amusement glistened in his eyes and on his rosy, mole-spotted cheeks. His hand came up to your brow and massaged the frown out from between your eyebrows as you fluttered your eyelashes at him in the way you knew made him melt inside.

“I wanted to make friends for you,” he told you with that soft, romantic tone he used in bed.

“Don’t,” you ordered, “You’re Theodore Nott, you aren’t supposed to be friendly.”

For the first time in a week, he got a good look at you. He hadn’t realised how much he missed the sight of your h/l h/c hair and the way it framed your stunning face so perfectly that you appeared to have stepped right out of a portrait. He hadn’t realised how much he missed how your eyes, an elegant e/c and perpetually glossy as if always on the verge of tears, examined every centimetre of his face. He hadn’t realised how much he missed doing your tie up for you until he saw it tied like a bow around your neck.

“I’m friendly to you,” he said as his hands pulled at the end of the tie and it fell apart over your chest.

“And that’s all you need, I think,” you whispered pleasantly and pressed a loving kiss to his lips as he looped the tie around itself twice and pushed the end through the gap, tying it perfectly.

#theo nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x you #theodore nott x reader #hp fandom #theo nott x y/n #slytherin x reader #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter x reader #theo nott imagine #theodore nott imagine #theo nott fanfic #theodore nott fanfic #theodore nott x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader #regulus black x reader #tom riddle x reader

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eowyntheavenger · 3 months

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Palestine and the US election

I’m done with Twitter soundbite takes that voting blue = supporting genocide. I see a lot of people making an argument that goes like this: "Biden has sent arms to Israel, helping its government commit genocide against Palestine. Therefore, voting for him in the 2024 US election, if he is the Democratic nominee, is supporting genocide, and NOT voting for him helps Palestine." There's a lot wrong with this view, so let's break it down.

It's true that Biden has sent a lot of arms to Israel and bypassed Congress multiple times to do it, and it's indefensible. I'm ashamed that any US politician would help Israel wage its brutal, genocidal war against the Palestinian people. As one of Israel's closest partners, the US could actually be using its leverage right now to put pressure on Israel’s government—I’m thinking about how apartheid in South Africa fell, in part, because of international pressure. That's what should be happening, but instead the US government is literally just helping Israel kill Palestinians.

I wish there were a strong pro-Palestine candidate in the upcoming election. The best bet in that regard would probably be Bernie Sanders, since he's prominent enough, well-liked enough, and has good ideas, not just on this issue but on many things (and yeah, he's way too old, but so are the current frontrunners). But he's already ruled out another run. Unless an amazing candidate materializes and wins the Democratic nomination (please vote in the primaries where you live), it will probably be Biden running against Trump. It’s not guaranteed, but it’s likely.

Here's what people need to understand: the election will not be "genocide Joe" vs. "pro-Palestine candidate." It will most likely be a choice between these two candidates:

On the one hand, Biden, who has armed Israel, but can be pressured to change his policies because he can be pushed left; who is not a wannabe dictator; who will not destroy what's left of the country's democratic norms; who will not encourage coups, political assassinations, or jail his political opponents; who will not utterly stifle dissent.

Or on the other hand, Trump, who is beholden to a fanatical evangelical base that backs Israel no matter what, that actually wants more conflict because they are part of a death cult. Trump, who is not susceptible in any way to pressure from the left, but is susceptible to pressure from the right and the far right. Trump, who has been clear all along about his desire to be a dictator; who will destroy what's left of democratic norms; who has already encouraged a coup to overthrow a democratic election, encouraged the assassination of his own vice president, and is openly planning to jail his political opponents if he returns to the White House.

(This isn't even touching on Trump's positions on trans rights, gay rights, women's rights, the environment, policing, immigration, or his racism against every group he could be racist against, or his liability for sexual assault, or a whole bunch of other issues).

There's a very convincing argument that Netanyahu actually wants Biden to lose the US election and Trump to win. That's because Netanyahu knows that Biden has in the past responded to pressure from his own party and the public. If there are a lot of people criticizing his policies, it gives him pause. Trump doesn't operate like that. If millions of Americans criticize his policies as inhumane he just lashes out at them. In short, Biden views criticism from the left as a liability that he has to act on. Trump views criticism from the left as an incentive to be even worse.

Biden is not the candidate I want. But you need to understand that if Trump wins the election, he won't just arm Israel like Biden is doing now: he will do that and more. Not only will he help Israel escalate its war, your very freedom of speech to support Palestine will be under attack. Trump might even decide that financial support for Palestinians or charities that help Palestine = financially supporting terrorism, and use that as a pretext to arrest and jail people. You think he and his far right goons wouldn't go that far? If Trump wins this election, you shouldn't be surprised if this kind of thing happens, and much worse.

Do you want the US to accept Palestinian refugees? Because it won't accept them under a Trump presidency. A key Republican talking point in this election is "the US shouldn't take Palestinian refugees because they're probably all terrorists." This isn't just a Trump thing, it's something other Republicans are saying, but obviously you can imagine where Trump would fall on this issue given his infamous Muslim ban and conflating refugees with terrorists. These are just a few examples of how Trump would actually be even worse for Palestine than Biden—which is saying something.

In this upcoming election there is no neutral option. There is no morally pure option. There just isn't, I'm sorry. Refusing to vote will not help Palestine. Refusing to vote will only help Trump win, and will give every single person in the United States who is fighting for a better world a significantly harder battle to fight.

It goes without saying that there are things everyone should do to help Palestine besides voting in an election. But I'm writing this post that is about voting because I'm genuinely worried by how many so-called leftists want to give up their right to vote—a right that older generations had to fight tooth and nail for—because they think it won't achieve anything. If voting didn't achieve anything, Republicans wouldn't be trying so hard to suppress your vote.

I'll conclude by saying that nuance is not this site's specialty, but please try to understand what I'm actually saying here before attacking me in the notes. Finally, people being antisemitic or islamophobic on this post will be blocked. People denying that Israel is committing genocide against Palestine will be blocked. Trump supporters, tankies, and people who say that Biden and Trump are the same will be blocked. So will people who say "voting is pointless" or "but Biden did this bad thing—" Biden fucking sucks, I know that very well, so if you're going to try to make that argument to me then stop right now and read the post again.

#US politics #my post

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 1 year

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#I'm putting myself through way too much for this troupe #but I'm supposed to be the critic lead and I'm on the cabinet and I'm a lead in the musical and I'm responsible so who else is supposed #to do it #turns out the critic organization never got an application from us #so they won't be reviewing our show and us critics elected last year won't be reviewing any #I'm just #tired #I'm already about to take a stand about a song/scene I won't do for the musical #I'm already trying to be supportive of everyone through all of this stress #and now this #it makes me wonder if our ITS membership was renewed or if the non-student critics will be coming or whatever whatever #show wise I think we can get it ready in time #performance wise #but what about patrons #what about advertising #what about either freaking critic organization #I'm angry and I freaking wish I wasn't because our director is going in for freaking open heart surgery and one of our other directors #is his wife #and I got so freaking angry when a kid in our class said they should just fire him at this point if he's going to be out so much #but I can't keep going like this #I can't keep taking the blows #I had my first full on panic attack yesterday and half of it was about the show #the factors were a) all of this crazy theatre stuff - b) worrying I will slowly waste away from not eating if my jaw gets worse because #it's been popping and cracking every time I eat - and c) the cherry on top of being unable to get this math after two weeks #all arguably serious things #but maybe I wouldn't be scared of that now if not for all of this #maybe I wouldn't have had to feel the terror when for a second my desire to not hear my breath was greater than my desire to breathe #if our director isn't reasonable about what I won't do and the show ends up getting postponed based on the other circumstances then #he could recast me. I don't think he would or that it will get moved and I know I have reason behind me and the entire cast and that #they not only will fight for the decision but they will fight for ME and that's really freaking touching but I don't want them to have to

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valeskafics · 1 month

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"More" - Frat!Rafe Cameron x Sorority!Reader

Summary: Greek life is amazing, except for one thing. Or rather, one person.

Word Count: 4,025

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, frat/sorority culture, alcohol consumption, semi public sex, hatefucking, fingering, edging, choking, spanking, p in v sex

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Kappa Phi Theta is your baby. Kappa isn’t just a sorority, it’s your life. You would kill for Kappa, you would die for Kappa. And so, when senior year started, of course your sisters elected you to be the president! One of your best friends, Sophia, was elected your vice president.

Other than having to come up with unpleasant things for your new initiates to do during pledge week, there’s nothing really bad about Greek life on campus at your prestigious university. You’re beautiful, you’re popular, everyone knows your name, and everyone loves you.

Well, there is one thing.

Alpha Delta Nu. Or more specifically, its president.

Rafe fucking Cameron.

You and Rafe haven’t gotten along. Ever. He’s in your friend group, considering Alpha is your brother sorority. Your best friends? All of them are his best friends too. Sophia, Topper, Kelce. All of them are his fucking friends too.

But you’re the only one who seems to have a problem with him. Just like he’s the only one who seems to have a problem with you.

It might’ve started when he asked you for a pencil back in freshman year, during pledge week. You were in class, half asleep from having to do all your stupid pledging and so, you groggily told him to fuck off and bring his own pencil to class as you stared at the professor blankly, scrawling your notes.

Or, maybe it could’ve started at your first frat party after being inducted into Kappa, and his after being inducted into Alpha, when he “accidentally” spilled beer all over your pristine white Dior shirt. The one with the pretty pink lettering. Convinced he did it on purpose to get a better look at your boobs, you threw your tequila shot in his face and stormed off, ignoring any pathetic attempt at an apology he could try to make.

There’s also, of course, the sophomore year powder puff powwow, or so it’s come to be called. When you tackled him in a “friendly” game of flag football, accidentally breaking his nose. How the fuck were you supposed to know that your elbow was that strong?

Maybe it’s just that you resent each other. That you’re jealous of each other. You’re smart and witty. School comes naturally to you. But, you know you can be a bitch sometimes without really meaning to, which has cost you friendships before. It just happens. Sophia and your other friend, Scarlet, usually help curb your bitchy instincts, while Rafe’s younger sister, Sarah, encourages them, finding them wildly entertaining.

He’s friendly, and people love him without him lifting a goddamn finger. But, he struggles with his classes, with time management. He’s been on academic probation before, while you? You’re on the Dean’s Honor List every damn semester. He hates it. Why does school come so fucking easily to you? It’s unfair.

Group hangouts are the worst. The two of you are constantly bickering. Topper is pretty sure he’s had several tension headaches solely because of the stress the two of you cause him. Sophia always just watches with an amused look. If he says the sky is blue? You’ll say it’s green. You can never agree on a goddamn thing except the fact that you despise each other.

And that you find each other unreasonably attractive.

You’d never tell him, obviously. You don’t want to give the smug little bastard the satisfaction. He

knows, though. Your class schedules are pretty similar, so you hit the Greek row gyms at the same time each day, bright and early in the morning when almost no one else is there. Well, Scarlet is there, but the girl is always stoned out of her mind so she never notices shit. Rafe, of course, takes his shirt off at any given opportunity when you’re around, working out in only gray sweatpants which hide practically nothing.

So, you decide to get even and start working out in only a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. And you can tell it affects him, judging by the tent in his sweatpants while he watches you do your squats.

He’s offered to spot you a few times, a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. You’re tempted to just drop the weights on his foot once. Just to see what would happen. No, instead you smack him in the face with your ponytail and flounce off, giving him a perfect view of your ass that you’re sure is going to haunt his dreams.

But, everything comes to a head during pledge week, your senior year. After a long day of overseeing the pledges doing their tasks, Sarah says she’ll take over for the rest of the night and you should go take a soak in the hot tub that Kappa shares with Alpha. You thank her, near tears from how tired you are, and change into your cutest swimsuit.

You get in and let your worries melt away, sitting so that one of the jets is behind your back, shooting warm water right at you. You think you could die of happiness.

No, relaxation isn’t really an option when Rafe just happens to walk by with Topper and Kelce. They seem to be done with testing out their pledges for the day. Kelce doesn’t greet you, seeing that your eyes are closed and you seem exhausted. He laughs and goes inside the house, telling Rafe not to mess with you too badly. Topper points out that you’ve probably had a long day too.

Rafe doesn’t appreciate the borderline affectionate way both of them were looking at you.

Nah, he’s definitely going to mess with you.

He comes and sits at the edge of the hot tub, and at first, you don’t even notice. Your eyes are closed and your AirPods are in. You obviously don’t want to be bothered.

Rafe thinks that’s just too fucking bad.

He pulls out one of your AirPods and sees what you’re listening to. He scoffs, earning your attention.

“Britney Spears? So lame.”

You give him an annoyed glare and hold out your hand, asking for your little AirPod back, “Luckily, I don’t give a shit what your opinion on my music taste is, Cameron.”

“Ooh, calling me by my last name?” Rafe grins, leaning in toward you, “You think it makes you sound tough, Princess?”

God, you fucking hate it when he calls you that, always so fucking condescending.

“Can you just leave?” you roll your eyes, grabbing your phone to check the time, “Don’t you have pledges to torture?”

“Aww, Princess, you know I’d never wanna torture anyone other than you.”

You sneer at him, “I’m so flattered, Rafe.”

“Speaking of pledges, shouldn’t you be doing your share of the pledge week work instead of dumping it on your sisters?”

You grind your teeth, glaring at him, “You asshole, I’ve been working all day-”

“Working on your tan,” Rafe mocks you, “You haven’t lifted a single little manicured finger as far as I can see.”

You move to stand in the tub, smirking to yourself when his blue eyes involuntarily move to rake up and down your body, “You know, Rafey? You’re right.”

His eyes widen at the demure tone of your voice, the nickname you’ve given him, “Wait, what?”

You smile at him, saccharine sweet, “I think I might be just a spoiled little princess. Maybe I just need someone to teach me some,” you wink at him, “Discipline.”

Rafe’s jaw drops, but he quickly tries to recover, clearing his throat, “You have anything particular in mind?”

“Maybe some choking, some spanking,” you say, running a hand up and down his arm, “But what I’m really into is aquaphilia.”

His eyes widen, “What’s aqua-”

You grip his arm and shove him into the hot tub, smirking to yourself, “Aquaphilia. Sexual arousal induced by water,” you look down at him, seeing how wide his eyes are in surprise at what you did, “God, you didn’t think I actually wanted to fuck you, did you? Please, even you can’t be that delusional.”

You laugh to yourself and move to get out, but are stopped by him gripping your wrist, “Where do you think you’re going, Princess?”

“Back to the house, obviously.”

“Look,” he moves closer to you, backing you against the edge of the hot tub, “If you wanted me wet and naked, all you had to do was ask.”

Rafe keeps eye contact with you as he peels his now wet tee shirt off, then bends down and pulls off his pants, leaving him…

“Do you not fucking wear underwear?” you raise your eyebrows, seeing his hard-on, “Fucking perv-”

He moves his large hand to cover your mouth, pressing up against you, “No, don’t do that. Don’t fucking pretend like you don’t want me.”

You glare at him, trying to mumble out, “It’s not pretending!”

“What was that, Princess? Couldn’t hear you.”

Rafe removes his hand, grinning when he sees you frown slightly when he steps away from you.

“I said it’s not pretending.”

“So,” he moves his hands to rest at your waist, fiddling with the strings on your bikini, “If I just pulled this open, you wouldn’t be wet from what I just did?”

“Of course I’m wet, you idiot, we’re in a hot tub-”

Before you can finish what you’re saying, his hand is inside your swimsuit. Your glare is too weak to be convincing as he strokes your pussy, smirking to himself.

“What I’m feeling isn’t from the fucking hot tub, Princess.”

You frown before speaking, “If we do this, what happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub.”

“Oh, please,” he scoffs, “Princess, you’re gonna be fucking begging me for more.”

He pushes two fingers inside you, making you moan quietly, pressing closer to him even though you know this is a bad idea. Rafe continues working his fingers inside of you, curling them and moving them in and out.

“Fucking do it faster,” you demand.

Instead of listening to you, he removes his fingers. Your jaw drops.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”

Rafe smirks at you, sliding his hand that was just fucking you up to rest against your throat, “Do I look like I’m kidding? I’m in charge here, Princess,” he tightens his grip and squeezes slightly, making you whine slightly, “And I think you were right about needing a little discipline.”

He pulls you forward by the neck and slams his mouth on yours. It’s not a gentle kiss by any means. It’s fierce and hungry. It’s the culmination of years of both mutual hatred and desire.

You move your hands up to run through his hair while his free hand moves to untie your bikini top and bottom. You let them fall into the pool, forgotten as his hand continues to hold your throat and the other-

“Rafe, what the fuck,” you cry out, “Did you just fucking spank me?”

Your bare ass is still stinging when he does it again, “Yeah, I fucking did. And I’ll do it again if you don’t stop being a fucking brat.”

You stare at him incredulously, “Excuse me?”

He removes his hand from your throat before demanding, “Wrap your legs around me, pretty girl.” When you hesitate, Rafe growls into your ear, “Right fucking now.”

You do as he says, oddly exhilarated by the way he’s completely taken charge of the situation. He presses his lips to yours again, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth, slapping your ass again when you don’t open fast enough. You whine against his mouth.

“Go get a condom.”

“I’m clean.”

You glare at him, “I don’t care. Go get a fucking condom.”

He rolls his eyes, reaching for his discarded sweats and pulling one out of the pocket, quickly opening it and rolling it over his cock, giving it two quick strokes. You scoff at him.

“What, you just walk around with one at all times?”

“Well, considering what we’re about to do, I’d think you’d be fuckin’ happy about it.”

“Whatever, Rafe.”

He tilts his head to the side and grins at you, cupping your face in his hands, those fucking huge hands that are practically bigger than your face, “What happened to Rafey? I liked that. That’s what you’re gonna call me if you wanna fucking come.”

“Ha! I said whatever, Rafe-”

And suddenly, he slams into you, making you nearly squeal his name at how well he fills you. How good he feels inside of you. You feel your head tilt back and your eyes close, but he grabs the back of your head with one hand, pushing it back upright.

“Eyes on me.”

You open your eyes slowly to meet his, seeing them blown wide with lust. He looks more like an animal than a human as he moves his hips against yours at a breathtaking pace, filling you up perfectly with each thrust.

“Rafe,” you moan, “More, please, faster.”

“That’s not what I told you to call me,” he says, slowing his thrusts, “Fucking say it, Princess.”

“Rafey,” you whisper, “Please?”

Rafe grins and presses his lips to yours, using both hands to grab you by the ass and hold you in place so you can’t move away from him as he continues his merciless assault on your pussy. Your mind is completely blank, all you can think of is him, how badly you want him, how badly you need to come.

And then he spanks you again, making you nearly scream, “Rafey, fuck, please!”

“Fucking scream my name, Princess.”

He spanks you again and slams into you once more, rutting against you feverishly. You feel yourself reaching your peak when he presses his thumb against your clit, sending you over the edge, being able to say nothing, do nothing, except squeal his name.

You feel his thrusts falter as you squeeze him tightly, and he cums with a loud moan of your name.

He stays inside you for a moment, the two of you just looking at each other, shocked at what you just did, but not regretting it.

Rafe slowly pulls out of you, gently setting you down on the edge of the hot tub.

Both of you remain silent, but when you’re able to catch your breath, you quickly grab the wet shirt that he’d tossed to the side and pull it on, grabbing your bikini and getting out of the pool.

“This was a one-time thing. What happens in the hot tub stays in the hot tub.”

Rafe watches you walk off in nothing but his tee shirt, still trying to keep that false air of superiority about you, but he knows.

What happened in the hot tub definitely is not staying in the hot tub.

Pledge week is over two days later. You haven’t seen Rafe since your… Rendezvous in the hot tub and you’re fucking dreading it. You know he’s gonna make a bigger deal of it than it was. It was a moment of weakness. That’s all. You were horny, you were tired. It doesn’t mean you fucking like him or anything.

You have your new set of sisters and the hard work is finally over. You and Sophia are planning the party to welcome all the new pledges for all the Greek life houses. You decide to do it at Alpha, considering their bar is better stocked than yours (thanks a lot, Sarah, the binge drinking is really not helping).

The day of the party, you stand with your hands on your hips, having the decorations sent in. Everyone is calling you a little dictator, considering you’re in full psycho mode, getting everything sorted out before the party starts.

“No, that’s not where that goes- Why is there no Kahlua? Sarah! Oh my God, Sophia! Stop eating the snacks! We won’t have enough! If I see you shove one more pineapple skewer in your mouth, the next one is getting shoved up your ass!”

“I’m hungry!!!!”

Rafe walks out of his room at the frat house, smirking at you. Of course, the first thing he does is come and toss an arm around you. Apparently, he thinks the hot tub changed everything between you two. Unfortunately for him, you don’t exactly see it that way.

He grins at you, moving his hand down to slap your ass, “Oooh, Princess is actually having to do work today?”

You almost growl at him when you turn and shove him, “Oh, bite me, asshole.”

He smirks and leans into you, “Don’t tempt me, Princess.”

You glare up at him, “Get the fuck out of my face, Cameron.”

You turn to leave, hearing Rafe laughing hysterically behind you, “That’s not what you were saying to me the other day, baby.”

You ignore him and stomp over to Elena, who is pretending to work but not really working. On second thought, having the party at Kappa would’ve been a way better idea. Who cares if there would’ve been less booze? At least you could’ve kept Rafe the fuck out. You can’t even look at the guy without thinking about how you either want to scratch his eyes out or drag him off to one of the bedrooms and blow his goddamn mind.

Elena looks at you impassively, “So?”

“So?”

“When did it happen?”

You give her a weary look “When did what happen, El?”

“When did you and Rafe finally break the sexual tension and fuck, girl?”

You scoff, looking at her, annoyance coloring your face, “It was a one time thing. He’s never getting a piece of this again.”

Elena raises an eyebrow, “Babe, you are so giving him a piece of that again.”

“Shut up.”

You stomp off, hearing your friend laughing after you.

There’s no fucking way you’re letting Rafe get in your pants again.

The party is Polynesian themed. You guys went full out with tiki torches, coconut bras, Hawaiian shirts. Everything.

“Damn, Princess,” Rafe says, letting out a low whistle as he approaches you, “I wouldn’t mind knocking coconuts-”

“Can you fuck off?” you snap at him, “We fucked one time, Rafe. And it didn’t mean shit.”

“That’s such fucking bullshit,” Rafe snaps at you, “I see the way you look at me! You want this to be more!”

You glare at him and flip him off, knowing you’re being completely immature, but you can’t find it in you to care, “Fuck. You.”

Rafe’s not the kind of guy you go out with. He’s the kind of guy who’s just gonna break your heart.

And so, the easy solution is to break his first.

A couple of shots later, you see Rafe in the corner, getting cozy with one of the pledges who didn’t end up making the cut. She was a bit too bitchy for you or any of the other girls’ liking. You don’t even like him, so you’re not sure why this whole situation is fucking pissing you off the way it is. And on top of everything, he has the audacity to keep looking over at you and smirking. Little asshole.

You’re standing by the bar, where Kelce and Sophia are pouring drinks.

“Kelce, can you give me a Mai Tai?”

He nods, quickly making one for you. Sophia is the one who slides it over.

“So, how’s the Rafe thing?” she asks.

“Ugh!”

“...Sorry I asked.”

You sip on your Mai Tai and, while you do so, Topper walks up to you, “Great party, babe!”

You barely register him, still glaring at Rafe and that girl. And, of course, he smirks at you again.

You turn to Topper, “Wanna dance?”

Topper looks at you dubiously, “Me?”

“Yes, you,” you flirt, resting your hand on his chest, “You don’t want to dance with me, Top? I thought we were friends.”

Topper shakes his head, “We are friends, but I know you’re not doing this because you actually like me. I know you’re just trying to make Rafe jealous.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Rafe. I want to dance with you.”

Topper rolls his eyes, “Okay, let’s dance.”

Promiscuous girl, wherever you are, I’m all alone and it’s you that I want

Rafe watches as you drag Topper onto the dance floor. You meet his eyes, your gaze is challenging. He watches as you let Topper start grinding on you. It’s like he can’t even hear the coed next to him talking. His vision is going red. What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?

He takes his new friend onto the dance floor too, making sure to dance close enough to you to keep an eye. You’re both dancing with different people, but the way you’re glaring at each other makes it obvious where the actual chemistry is. Topper notices and snorts.

“Babe, I feel kinda used right now.”

You grin up at him, “You weren’t complaining two seconds ago.”

“Still not complaining,” he jokes back, “Just observing.”

Rafe notices that you’re no longer looking at him.

I want you on my team. So does everybody else

Apparently, when Topper starts kissing your neck, that’s when Rafe decides he’s had enough. He walks over and pulls Topper off of you, surprising everyone present. You look between the two boys. Topper sighs and gives you an unimpressed look.

“If I get beaten up for this, remind me to kill you.”

You laugh, “Oh, Top, don’t be such a baby. Rafe’s not gonna hit you.”

Rafe narrows his eyes at you, “No, I’m not gonna hit him, but what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Princess?”

Everyone’s eyes are on the two of you now as you glare at him, “I’m dancing with a hot guy, asshole.”

“No, you’re being immature and trying to make me jealous by dancing with my best friend,” Rafe snaps, “Come on, you’re being a spoiled brat.”

The word “spoiled” immediately sends your mind back to the hot tub… Rafe calling you a spoiled princess… All of that.

The little pledge with him is giving you the stink eye. You give her a look.

“And what the fuck is your problem, freshman? Not my fault he’s going all caveman!”

She smirks at you, “I saw the two of you. In the hot tub.”

Your little argument has garnered a bit of a crowd now. All of your friends have come over to see what’s going on.

Your blood runs cold at her words, “I don’t know what you think you saw or if your brain is scrambled from all the molly or whatever the fuck you take-”

“I saw the two of you fucking in the hot tub,” she says louder.

You see your friends looking at you with varying expressions. Kelce is trying to high-five Rafe, who’s too busy glaring at Topper, who’s too busy staring at you in surprise.

Rafe turns on the girl, “Listen, I don’t know what-”

“No, Rafe,” you say, walking up to her, “Let me handle this.”

You stare directly at her before turning and pulling Rafe into an obnoxiously passionate kiss. You’re pretty sure that if it was possible, your friends’ jaws would be on the floor. He kisses you back immediately, one hand in your hair, the other one on your waist. It’s not particularly romantic, but damn if it isn’t a good kiss.

When you break apart, you see that Rafe’s new buddy is nowhere to be found. But, of course, your friends are.

Rafe just stares at you for a moment when you turn back to him, seeming completely dazed, “Whoa.”

“Yeah okay, when were we gonna hear about this?” Sarah demands.

“You guys seriously didn’t hear them in the hot tub the other day?” Scarlet looks at everyone.

“Uh, no,” Topper raises his hands in confusion, “What’re you talking about- Wait…” His eyes widen, “OH MY GOD, THAT USED CONDOM WAS YOU TWO?! I ALMOST STEPPED ON THAT!”

You and Rafe aren’t even around anymore. You’ve already dragged him up to his room.

It would appear that, much to your chagrin, Rafe was right.

This is, indeed, more.

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Actually speaking of eye contact I have made a weird amount of DIRECT eye contact with my crush the last few days

#like i was thinking recently that i didnt actually know his eye colour cause i never make legit eye contact #but then yesterday we made a bunch and there was a specific moment last night were i was like this is A LOT #so like theres a guitar in the phys common room and we kept our stuff in that room when we went to the Halloween party #anyways thats not important when we got back into the room to get out stuff we started talking about some stuff and then my crush started #playing the guitar in there because he can and like other people were talking so they werent really paying attention but i was cause of #of course i was teehee anyways he like figured out how to play the opening of roundabout aka the outro of jjba #and then he was like you know what this is? 👀 and i was like omg YEAH! and then as he played it he just like made eye contact???? like th #the WHOLE time????? like he only looked away once for a second to double check his fingers but it was like a solid 5 to 10 seconds of just #pure direct eye contact WHILE hes playing the guitar which i thought was crazy #and also today when we were talking about phil stuff he was explaining a concept and again we made like Eye Contact where he only looked a #away to the other people like once briefly and then right back to me and it felt weirdly disproportionate #but maybe thats because i was looking too intensely or smth???? idk how that works i barely understand eye contact to begin with #but like i dont think i was being weird he was the one talking so i was looking at him thats called Active Listening #but also i need to take every thought i have in regards to him with MANY grains of salt because naturally i will be very biased LOL #anyways i need to STOP talking and instead go to sleep or at least try (AGAIN) because i need to be up in 7 hours because i DO WANT TO go #to my phys lectures but alas i have cant fall asleep and thus am sleepy in the morning disease #and my phys elective course is much less important than the essential math course afterwards #so id rather be more rested in math and have to read phys lecture slides than be TIRED and miserable through both classes

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please tell us more about your mad theory about the tories getting rid of Sunak?

So the Tories currently have two (2) major problems.

Problem the first: they are about to lose power as soon as the GE rolls around, which it must do by January 2025 at the absolute latest. And the country is baying for one sooner.

This is very much preoccupying their minds at the minute. The rich and powerful will never willingly let you vote away their wealth and power, and to put this into perspective, the Tory party has ruled this country either jointly or alone for over a decade at this point. One of David Cameron's strategies as leader was to focus on recruitment of young and exciting diverse Tories into the party, which is how we got such stellar entries as Liz Truss and Priti Patel and Suella Braverman. These are MPs, therefore, who have never known political life outside of being on the winning side. They are seeing the end of the gravy train in sight, and they are taking it as well as you'd expect.

This is why the infighting is so rife (partly; bear with). The main thing they care about right now is making the party electable again, and fast.

But...

Problem the second: like all good fascist dictators, when Boris Johnson came to power, he fired everyone who said anything bad about him for disloyalty, and promoted all his personal friends. This is how we got such stellar entries as Nadine Dorries and Jacob Rees Mogg and Michael Fabricant. But THAT'S an issue because saying bad things about BJ is basically what intelligent people did, because the man was a useless blundering oaf who killed horrifying numbers of his own electorate via the world's second worst mismanagement of a global pandemic. So removing anyone who criticised him meant, in very real terms, removing the only Tories with half a brain who were even a fraction capable of doing joined up thinking required to run a country. Like, fuck every Tory with a cactus, obviously, but they did at least used to have competent, high calibre politicians, however evil and grotesque they were. David Cameron should die in a cesspit, but he was capable of remembering to put the bins out (before wage cutting the refuse collectors).

And therein lies the real problem: okay, BJ is gone, the party is in ruin, they're staring down the barrel of the most humiliating election defeat in history. They need someone competent that they all like who can take the reins and make people like them again.

But who's left?

There's no one. There's no one left. Not just because the remaining Tories are too low calibre to lead; they're too low calibre to even be able to pick someone without shrieking like cliquey little harridans on the playground about how the wrong in-group got in. Half of them are still BJ loyalists who hate anyone who criticise The Great Brexit Leader. The other half hate BJ for managing to make everyone hate the Tories so much that they're in this mess. Both halves are willing to sabotage the chosen leader of the other, locked in a battle of mutually assured destruction.

So how does Sunak fit into this?

He's unpopular in the party to a truly staggering degree, and not much better in the eyes of the public. He's tried to take a centrist stance on BJ, but that's actually just pissed off both sides. He did manage to stabilise the economy somewhat after the appalling mess Liz Truss threw it into, but he hasn't actually fixed it - we're still mid-cost of living crisis, we're still inexplicably not rich after Brexit like Boris prommied, inflation is still at an all time high as public services crash. The public hates him.

And he hasn't made the public stop hating the Tories. That petition calling for a GE is great, because it won't happen - BUT, it does force the issue to be debated in Parliament with opposition parties getting to stick the boot in, which means the humiliation continues. The Tories are starting to get desperate again.

And because this lot of Tories are, as mentioned, utterly terrible low-calibre political idiots, their response to this pressure has for the last four years been to oust the leader and get another.

And the first letters of no confidence have been sent into the 1922 Committee already. The devil moves fast, but knuckle dragging Tories with a fifth of a braincell each move faster.

And thanks to the absolute fucking state of them all... I cannot believe I'm saying these words, but genuinely the best person they have left who could possibly do the job is, of all fucking people, Michael Fucking Gove, and it won't even be him because he was mean to Boris once.

So yeah. I reckon Sunak may be out in six months. Fuck knows who we get instead. Probably Penny Mordaunt.

#asks #politik

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Update on the French protests: we've had a well-known expert in contemporary political history call the situation we're in "the worst democracy crisis France has known since [the end of the 4th Republic]" and meanwhile the government is trying its hardest to maintain a façade of normal functioning by a) hiding from protesters, b) hiding protesters from view, and c) banning saucepans and other means of drawing attention to the protests that are being swept under the rug.

I mean casserolades are an old tradition in this country but they wouldn't have been needed if Macron &co hadn't started almost systematically banning protests in entire districts of the towns they visit and setting up police roadblocks to prevent peaceful protesters from going anywhere near them. (Too bad because these are the kinds of images the media get (these 2 are from Le Monde) when protesters get to talk to Macron <3) :

Protesters corralled away where they can be easily ignored started banging pots and pans so the protest could at least be heard in the background of TV footage, and then pans started being confiscated.

French courts have repeatedly struck down the bans as illegal but police prefects keep churning new bans out every time Macron goes somewhere anyway, trying to publish them at the last minute so there's no time for a judicial review. (I saw a sign at a protest last week that went "Stop with all the bans we no longer have time to disobey all of them")

After boldly banning saucepans by calling them "portable sonorous devices" last week, today a police prefecture banned "festive gatherings of a musical nature" in a town Macron will be visiting tomorrow. They're (ab)using counter-terrorist legislation for all this, so these days we get to read unheard-of court rulings that go like "We are suspending this prefectural decree as we do not consider festive gatherings of a musical nature to pose a significant terrorist threat to the President."

If Macron had people showing up in support I don't think we would see so many pissy protest bans because then the media could show backers vs. opponents and things would look normal (and not like 70% of the country is very pissed off with Macron). But there's not much for them to show if they don't show the angry people banging pans and it clearly rankles Macron—we learnt yesterday that he sent a letter to 200,000 political supporters of his essentially ordering them to start making appearances all over the country, to show they are "proud of what you are and of what our country has become [since I got elected]." That seems a bit desperate.

For months Macron &co have been predicting that people would get tired of taking to the streets in large numbers, and now that people are going like—right, let's try a new strategy, small local protests greeting gov members everywhere they go!—we're hearing a clear "no not like that, that's not what we meant :l " reaction from the government.

They've also been trying the strategy of announcing stuff at the last minute, like on Monday the Minister of Education announced at noon that he would visit a higher learning institution in Lyon 2 hours later, and a hundred of protesters still showed up and tried to force their way into the building. They were held off by cops using tear gas and trying to block entrances (there's a pic that made me smile, showing cops trying to barricade university gates with garbage bins—how the tables have turned...!) and the Minister ended up not showing up and moving on to the next step of his schedule (protesters tried to follow him there but police vans were blocking the street.)

The first half of the video is at the uni in Lyon; the second half is in Paris later that day. When he returned to Paris the Minister was greeted by protesters with saucepans at the train station, it's like a national relay race of protesting at times. He had to go back through the train to leave via the other end of the platform under police escort so as not to meet any protesters (god forbid).

Macron commented that this was "uncivic" behaviour and I agree, civic behaviour on the part of gov members would be to at least face the people they choose to fuck over, instead of hiding behind cops and fleeing. Obviously Macron was condemning the 'uncivic' protesters though, and the Minister said he felt "physically threatened" by the "violence of [the protesters'] speech" which is a shit thing to say considering on the same day that he was mildly inconvenienced by having to take a different exit and felt physically endangered by words, yet another protester was mutilated after being shot at by police with a rubber bullet. Not a peep about this incident (or previous ones) from the government. The Minister of Education never even condemned that time high schoolers trying to protest got tear gassed and threatened with riot guns by cops in front of their school earlier this month.

But while people continue protesting despite the actual violence from cops, our ministers are looking pretty scared of citizens banging pots and pans. Here's a list of official visits that got cancelled "for safety reasons" (saucepan terrorism) in the past week:

1. Minister P. NDiaye cancelled a visit in Lyon 2. Minister F. Braun cancelled a visit to Evrard Hospital 3. Minister Delegate O. Klein cancelled a visit in Bobigny 4. Minister Delegate O. Grégoire cancelled a visit in La Baule 5. Minister S. Guerini cancelled a visit in Castelnau 6. Secretary of State B. Couillard cancelled a visit in Rochefort 7. Minister S. Retailleau cancelled a visit to the Paris Saclay University (electricity trade unionists cut the power in the building she was supposed to inaugurate, so) 8. Minister C. Grandjean cancelled a visit in Toulouse (this article says it was probably because the visit was quite near a big highway protest where protesters among other things were building a concrete wall on a national road)

In the same bullshitting vein as "portable sonorous devices", gov spokespeople have been insisting that visits aren't being cancelled, ministers are just "adjusting the course of their trips" which is funny to me. I guess we never beheaded any royalty we just adjusted the course of their necks. I also read a newspaper article that made me laugh, that went like "Minister cancels visit; trade unions disappointed" and I thought it was because the cancelled visit was a meeting with the unions which they wouldn't get to have, but the article said it was actually because they had a good protest planned and wouldn't get to hold it...

Watching protesters mess with the government in small ways on a daily basis has been good for morale—on Twitter the hashtags #IntervillesMacron and #IntervillesduZbeul popped up (zbeul = chaos, mess, and Intervilles was a TV game show that aired for over 50 years, where French cities competed against one another in goofy challenges). I only mentioned cancellations above, but fun things also happen on non-cancelled government visits, like a Minister having to leave a building via the emergency exit because of protesters blocking the building entrance (which some people argued is worth more points than a cancellation as it's more entertaining):

Various websites were created to keep track of all these smaller protests and to officialise the point system that ranks cities on their efforts to fuck with the government:

(the first symbol means a protest, the second means a casserolade, the last one means protesters managed to get inside a building where a visit was taking place)

(Translation: Ruckus (saucepans, heckling...) 1pt Protest: 1pt Creative action (chasing minister in the woods, etc): 2pts Measures of energy conservation (= power cuts by unions) 3pts Action that leads to a political figure fleeing: 4pts Cancellation of a visit: 5pts — then there's a weighting system where the score is multiplied by 3 if it's a Minister, by 5 if it's the Prime Minister, by 6 if it's Macron.) (I also saw an interesting debate on Twitter this week—since our leaders often embarrass themselves, how should the government's own goals fit into the point system?)

Right now the Hérault department is winning because on top of protests, power cuts and casserolades, protesters greeted Macron with a giant "MACRON FUCK OFF" sign hung from a cliff (!) and took over a highway display so it'd say "Welcome to [region] Butthole Ist"

These past few days I've been discovering unknown French cities (and Ministers) thanks to them showing up in the hashtag after a good protest. I discovered a mediaeval castle I'd never heard of when unions hung banners featuring our most famous revolutionary dates from the castle's battlements. (Two days later, another protest with eloquent banners in the Musée d'Orsay in Paris:)

People are very creative—last week we heard that protesters got prosecuted for giving Macron the finger and insulting him during one of his official visits (< we are a healthy democracy), so protesters in another region tried a more sarcastic approach, and greeted a deputy from Macron's party at a strawberry fair this week with clapping and confetti and "Thank you for making us work 2 more years, thank you for police repression, thank you!" The deputy beat a hasty retreat. Then said he would file a complaint against the harassment and intimidation he had been subjected to. (The tear gas and riot guns and arrests and protest bans are not intimidation of protesters on the other hand. Or the fact that another deputy from his party recently said on TV that they were "ready for war"... They're ready to wage war, but run and hide when people clang saucepans and throw confetti.)

Anyway. I'm enjoying the fact that they can't even attend a small strawberry fair without getting heckled right now. In one of my first posts about the political crisis in March I wrote something like "How will Macron and his gov have any legitimacy to speak about any issues after this?" and it cheers me up to see a lot of people across the country agree that they have no legitimacy to talk about anything, not even the strawberry harvest.

The next nationwide protest is of course for May 1st, but in the meantime it's been really fun following the smaller protest actions all over the place. Members of government & Macron's party keep making whiny statements along the lines of this is terrorist behaviour, we can't go anywhere, why are people not getting tired of fucking with us and the answer is, because it's really entertaining!

This was the last sentence of a recent Le Monde article about Macron's situation and it has such a sinister, end-of-reign tone:

"I'm moving forward," Macron concluded, on April 20th in the Herault department, while behind his back echoed the sound of saucepans.

#frpol #well this is another very long post and it features maybe 40% of all the shit from the past week #like there was another popular hashtag last week that went ''no retraction [of the reform] no olympic games''#and the police prefect of Paris said ''the closer we get to the Olympics the more we will saturate public space with police''#okay! good atmosphere so far

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"You could never burden me."

18+ Explicit Smut 🚫Minors DNI🚫

Your boyfriend Choso and you have been dating for over half a year now, and you haven’t gone past kissing. He’s very pent up and wants to take it further, but he’s afraid to make you uncomfortable by ‘bothering’ you with his needs, so he just deals with it himself. One day, you catch him masturbating at his place when you try to surprise him by visiting earlier than you were supposed to.

Relevant tags: masturbation, mutual masturbation, established relationship, shy Choso, respectful Choso, gentle reader, soft dom reader (and I mean very very soft), AFAB reader, penetration, riding, slightly submissive Choso (but not overboard with it), no use of “y/n”, creampie, unprotected sex

Recommended music while reading: BABYDOLL (Ari Abdul), Streets (Doja Cat), and I Wanna Be Yours (Arctic Monkeys)

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You’ve been excited to visit Choso all day long. You woke up giddy, as if it was Christmas morning, and were in high spirits all day. No man has ever been as perfect to you as Choso has been the entire time you’ve been together, and as a result, you are head over heels in love with him.

Eight months into the relationship and you are going strong together, though all you have done with each other intimacy-wise is kiss. It doesn’t bother you, in fact, it’s a nice change of pace from the other men you’ve dated in the past. He’s the sweetest man in the world and you wouldn’t trade him for the world, so as long as he wants to wait to be intimate, you will.

With that said, you silently hope that tonight is the night you two do something together. He’s planned a horror movie date with you for the Halloween season, and as such, you plan to wear something extremely comfortable yet subtly revealing. Shorts that hug your legs and hips nicely, a little shorter than can be considered modest, and a tank top with thin straps underneath one of his hoodies that he’d gladly let you steal.

You agreed that you’d be over at four to start the marathon, but now that it’s barely three, you’re sitting around restlessly, wanting to be in the presence of your boyfriend already. Neither of you have anything going on today, so after debating for a few minutes, you decide to just leave now. He won’t mind; he loves being around you, and he’s always very obvious about it too.

A fifteen minute drive later, you’re at his doorstep, and you knock.

When there’s no response for a full minute, you think he must be in the shower, something that’s happened a few times before. Luckily, you have his spare key, so you just let yourself in, kicking your shoes off and placing your bag down.

You look around and find his living room and kitchen to be empty. You don’t hear the shower running down the hall, so curiously, you close and lock the door, making your way up his hallway towards his bedroom. Maybe he��s napping? He does get sleepy very easily. With that thought, you elect not to call out to him.

As you approach the door, you can hear panting in the contours of his voice. You pause, raising a brow. Is he working out?

“Fuck,” his voice breathes out, a groan leaving his lips, “oh god, oh god…”

He is not working out.

You’ve never heard his voice like this before but it isn’t hard to tell what he’s doing behind his cracked door, the wet sounds complimenting his voice contributing to the fact.

You wonder for a moment if you should leave him be. You’re technically intruding on a private moment, but he just sounds so good, you can’t help but be rooted to your spot.

“Oh fuck,” his deep voice suddenly climbs in pitch, your name coming right after, and it hurtles arousal right into you, body heating up as you realize he’s touching himself and thinking of you.

You feel heat start to throb between your own legs and decide, fueled by lust and hormones, that you need to make your presence known.

“Choso?” You call out softly, pushing the door open.

Your boyfriend, who is laid out on his bed, topless and with his sweatpants and boxers pushed down to the tops of his thighs, instantly stops, his flushed face turning an even darker shade of crimson as he realizes he’s been caught.

“Shit,” he curses, grabbing a pillow and covering himself up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was four yet and I—”

“No, don’t apologize,” you shake your head, entering the room and closing the door behind you. “I came early. I just…wanted to see you.”

He breathes out slowly, shoulders tense. “I…I’m sorry you walked in on this.”

“I’m not,” you say honestly, “Unless…you want me to leave. I can. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Stay,” He says, seeming to surprise himself at the haste. He looks even more embarrassed, averting his gaze. “If you want, that is. I don’t want you to think this is all I want from you.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest as you cross the room to his bed, sitting down beside him. You reach out and place your hand on his, which is still holding the pillow over his lap. Your eyes meet his, and you smile sincerely at him.

“Choso, we’ve been together long enough for me to know this isn’t all you want from me,” you say, “Is that why you haven’t tried to take things further?”

He sucks in a breath and sheepishly nods his head. “Yeah. It is, honestly. I just don’t want to lose you, and I want you to know how much I care about you. Even if we never did this, I wouldn’t want you any less.”

“That’s sweet,” you reply, kissing his cheek. You can practically see the butterflies it gives him, and it makes you fall even more in love. “You’re always so considerate of me, Choso. I promise you that I want this as much as you do. I mean, I really want you.”

The dark-haired man’s face relaxes into a small smile, and he takes your hand in his, squeezing gently. “We don’t have to right now. We have the date we planned and—”

You interrupt his words by pressing your lips to his, cupping his face. He instantly melts into it, reciprocating and wrapping his arms around your waist. The leverage isn’t ideal since the pillow’s in the way, so you grab it and toss it to the foot of the bed, exposing his erection to the cool air.

He gasps when you waste no time and wrap your hand around it, kiss becoming more passionate, and you use the lube he’d already spread on his shaft to make your strokes smoother.

Choso makes a soft noise at the back of his throat and pulls out of the kiss, looking at you with lidded eyes.

"I don't want to burden you," He says in a thin voice. You shake your head, pecking the corner of his mouth, and then planting a second one on his Cupid's bow.

"You could never burden me," you tell him honestly. You've been waiting for this since your first heated kiss months ago, or maybe even since you laid eyes on him long before that. "I want this, Choso. Really. Let me take care of you?"

He breathes in slowly, searching your eyes for reservations that simply aren't there. When he doesn't find them, he relents, nodding timidly.

"Please," He says in his smooth, deep voice, and that's all you need to reinstate your touches, sliding your hand up and down his length with intent. His eyes flutter shut as he gives in, leaning his head back to enjoy your affection.

As you work his cock to pull soft moans from his throat, you feel his hands slide up under the hoodie you’re wearing, massaging at your sides timidly.

“You can touch me,” you pull away to say, “I promise I want it.”

He nods blearily, chasing your lips with his, and so you give him what he wants, slipping your tongue into his mouth and kissing him even harder than before.

“Mmf,” he groans, rolling his hips up into your hand, and the movement as you start to throb in your own shorts, touches on his length becoming more bold.

One of his hands leaves your waist to travel down, finding your waistbands. You roll your tongue over his and he grunts, gaining some confidence and slipping his hand down, fingertips ghosting over your core a second later.

It elicits a moan from you and you spread your legs wider, allowing his hand lower, letting him reach the pool of wetness that has gathered.

“Mmm, fuck,” he breathes, pulling out of the kiss as he feels you, turned on because of him. He circles his fingers over your bud slowly, massaging it at the same pace that you have on his cock.

Your heart is pounding in your ribcage the more he touches you, pleasure shooting through your system like sparks before a fire. You grind against his hand and emboldened, he slides back down and pushes two digits into your entrance, filling you up with their thickness.

“Fuck, Choso,” you exhale, pulling back to look into his lidded eyes. The sight makes your heart flutter in your chest wildly, having never seen a more beautiful sight. “My god, you’re hot.”

That has his eyes widening and his face gets red again. That isn’t all that happens, though. You feel him twitch in your grasp, and you immediately realize the compliment turned him on.

That knowledge will be used to its full advantage.

“You’re touching me so well, honey,” you murmur to him, cupping his face with your free hand. “I wanted this so bad.”

He swallows hard and leans into your palm, eyes fluttering closed as you circle your thumb around his tip. His eyebrows draw up and his lips part, a small, shaky gasp leaving his mouth.

Curiosity and lust drive you to press your thumb to his bottom lip, running it along the expanse for a moment as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. He keeps his mouth open pliantly, yet when you push the pad of your thumb onto his tongue, he moans louder than he previously ever had, wrapping the wet muscle around it and closing his lips instinctively.

Fuck. Now he’s sucking on your finger like it’s a candy, and it’s doing wonders for the both of you. His eyes open again and this time they hold desperation, unlocking something inside of you that you never knew existed.

“Baby,” you say breathlessly, “I wanna ride you.”

That pleading look intensifies and he nods eagerly, desire hitting you right in the gut. He pulls his hand from your shorts as you take yours from his body to reposition yourself, getting off of the bed to push your bottoms down hurriedly. He does the same, throwing his over the edge of the bed as you climb back on and straddle his legs.

You take a moment to admire his naked form, palms sliding down his muscular chest appreciatively as his grip finds your hips underneath his hoodie.

When your eyes land on his angrily stiff erection, you’re reminded of the ache in your own core, and wanting to finally end the long dry spell you two have been experiencing, you hold his length steady and line up, sinking down onto it.

He moans at the feeling, laying back against his pillows, tightening his hold on you as you bottom out, size big enough to brush your cervix when your pelvises touch.

“Fuck,” you sigh, “You feel really fucking good.”

His face pinkens at the praise and it stirs up fondness in your ribcage, balancing your touch on his chest so that you can start moving. You give him a few experimental grinds, relishing in the soft groans it elicits from him.

As soon as you start properly riding him, bouncing on top of him at a fixed pace, he starts to writhe beneath you, mouth open and eyebrows drawn up, labored pants escaping from him. The veins on his neck are exposed like this and the sight as you leaning down to kiss along the expanse, enjoying the shudders it earns from him.

“Baby,” he groans, starting to move his hips in time with yours. You mewl at the added pressure, speeding up. “Oh, oh fuck…”

“Better than your hand?” You can’t resist teasing him, and he laughs breathily, nodding.

“Way…way better,” he confirms, and you chuckle, raising back up to meet his eyes. The chocolate irises are clouded with lust and you love that look on him. He’s stoic by default, only cracking soft smiles here and there, emoting only when an intense emotion strikes him, so to see him overwhelmed with pleasure is an absolute treat.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmur, and his eyes avert to the side, face going from pink to crimson. You touch his cheek again, unable to resist, and as you had before, you touch his mouth with your thumb, tightening around him as he starts suckling on it again.

You push it in further, forcing him to take more, and he makes a noise in the back of his throat akin to a whine, sending shockwaves down your spine.

“Fuck,” you hear yourself breathe, starting to ride him faster, the springs of the mattress creaking with the effort to sustain your movements. He groans, lips parting as he takes in puffs of air at a desperate pace, chest rising and falling rapidly.

His dark, lined eyes lock onto yours and that’s when you notice drool running out of the corner of his mouth.

Like this, he looks so wrecked and it’s doing things to you. You didn’t think he’d be this pliant in bed but it’s such a turn on, relinquishing control to you with all of the trust in the world.

“You’re so perfect,” you praise, and you feel him twitch inside of you. He grabs your ass and starts moving you on top of him, adding a force to his thrusts that wasn’t there before, and it punches a moan out of you.

Okay. Now he has some control and it’s the hottest thing in the world.

“Choso,” you moan, hands finding his chest again as he takes over, manhandling you up and down his cock, angling you just right so that— “Oh, fuck baby, right there…”

“Yes,” he groans, pistoning right where you need him, your body moving at his whim. It’s heavenly, how gentle his eyes look at you contrasted with the filthy way he’s fucking you, and it pushes you further and further towards the edge. The symphony of wet sounds, the bed creaking, the headboard tapping against the wall, and his own grunts and groans only adds, and before you know it, it takes over completely. You fall over the edge and throw your head back, a loud cry of his name tearing out of your mouth as you cum on his cock.

“Choso!”

He gasps sharply as you tighten on him, and triggered by your climax, he tumbles over the edge as well, pushing you down onto him fully and raising his hips up to spill deep inside. The sensation has you shivering, and you lean down over him, taking him into a messy kiss that starts desperate, but as you regain composure, morphs into something tender and sweet.

When you finally pull back, he greets you with a lazy smile, looking completely boneless and satisfied. You imagine you look exactly the same—you certainly feel that way.

“Hi, by the way,” you say, and he laughs, shaking his head before laying his forehead on your collarbone.

“Hi,” is his amused reply, and you stamp a kiss on his forehead.

“Ready for this movie date?” You ask, and he sighs softly.

“I am,” he replies, looking up at you. “Let’s clean up first.”

“Okay, but let’s wait to shower ‘til later,” you tell him. At the curious look on his face, you simply grin. “I have a feeling we’ll end up back here sooner rather than later.”

The bashful flush it bestows upon his face is entirely worth it.

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A/N: I need a boyfriend like Choso so bad y’all my god

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