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Miss out on the fact that today's children are/were shaped by weird and obscure hastily strewn together spiderman elsa finger family youtube videos which will very quickly die to link rot or manual deletion by whatever rusky cash grab artist realizes it's not a sustainable business model, and while your cheap disney sequel still exists on a VHS, on Blu-ray, in 19 parts on Dailymotion, today's children are shaped by what is already lost media that nobody wants to find in the first place. Baby shark doodoodoodoodoodoodoo baby shark doodoodoodoodoodoo
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klarex · 2 years
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First thing I want to say: I don't support Russia in a war!!! And second: I wanted to write something cute, cause I think Russia is cute ;) And third: This is Countryhumans, also I'm adding them to my requests page so you can request :)
Genre: fluff
Warnings: swearing, a little bit of teasing, neck kisses
Summary: Your boyfriend is busy gaming, but not for long.
Paring: Gamer! Russia x reader
My distraction
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Not my art
- Ruski!!!
I yelled at him from another room.
- What?!
He yelled back and I kicked his door open. He jumped a little, suprised.
- Y/n!! What the fuck are you doing?!
He shouted at me and put earphones on his neck so he can hear me. I sat on my boyfriend's lap and wrapped my arms around his chest. He tried to push me away, but failed. He sighed angrly and looked deeply into my eyes. I pecked his lips quickly and smiled. He pulled away, frowned and put his headphones back on.
- Okey boys, I'm back.
He said and looked back at the screen, through my shoulder. I sighed and pulled myself closer to him. I nuzzled my nose into his neck and placed soft kisses there.
- Y/n...
He whispered, I stopped and hummed.
- Stop.. you are distracting me...
He whispered and I brought my lips to his neck again.
- Good...
I mumbled between kisses and I felt him shiver. I put my hands under his shirt and roamed his back. He sighed dreamily and placed his one arm around my waist. I softly nibbled on his neck and he pulled me away.
- What do you want, babe?
He asked, resigned.
- Attention and cuddles...
I mumbled into his neck and he sighed.
- Okey fine... but let me finish this round, okey?
He asked softly and I nodded. I closed my eyes and felt his arm lift from my waist and I heard keyboard clicking. From his headphones I heard muffled voices of his friends.
- Yo Russ! You have a gf?!
Someone shouted and laughed. I frowned and Russia sighed.
- Yes, I do have. And can you shut your mouth?! We are losing, because of you!!
Russia shouted and clicked more aggressively on his keyboard.
- Fuck..
He said and leaned his head back. I looked into his eyes with pleading look and he sighed.
- Fine...
He sighed and I smiled widely.
- Boys, I have to go. Have fun without me.
He said and turn off his game and computer. I smiled and hugged him tighter. His arms wrapped around my waist and he stood up. He walked with me in his arms to his bed and lay down. I kissed the bottom of his jaw and he smiled.
- You know I love you, right?
I asked, looking up at him.
- Yes, I know. I love you too, even if you are my biggest distraction.
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mlmxreader · 2 months
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The Other Changretta | Alfie Solomons x m!reader
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↳ ❝ "You can start by trying to get closer to me - I don't bite" ❞
: ̗̀➛ Alfie knows its wrong, but he can't help but to find himself drawn to Luca Changretta's brother.
: ̗̀➛ swearing, flirting
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As the adopted brother of Luca Changretta, him and Angel made sure that you grew up learning the same things about the family business that they did; you and Luca were closer, mostly because he wanted you to take over after him, partially because you were good at charming people as well.
You could hold negotiations and always walk away with more than what you were meant to; it came naturally to you, and Luca noticed from a young age that you had a lot of potential.
But years later, that potential came in handy.
Camden wasn't as bad as he had made it sound, and when you sat down in the office, you couldn't help but to smile at the man across from you; heavily tattooed, he had a sadness to his eyes that you had only seen on the frontlines during the war, and you knew it well.
He tried to hide it with his beard and his hat tilted slightly forward to keep the light from his eyes, but you still managed to find it easily. You leaned back, clearing your throat as you sighed and dared to pull the folder from your pocket, tossing it onto his desk.
"My brother sends his regards," you started, "and hopes that you'll accept his apologies for not being here. He had to tend to our father."
He nodded slowly, looking you up and down and humming softly. "So he sent you?"
"I can assure you, Mister Solomons," you started, "my brother wouldn't have sent me if he didn't trust me."
"Ain't that," Solomons mused. "You ain't arrogant like he is. My boys told me you went 'round fuckin' shakin' their hands."
"You give as much respect to the King as you do his men," you told him with a curt nod. "Learned that in the war... why have enemies, when you can have friends, right?"
He smiled, raising his brows as he leaned back. "The war?"
"Yessir," you nodded curtly. "I fought in Doiran, and the Eastern Front."
"East?" Solomons scoffed. "With or against the ruskies?"
"Neither," you told him. "Heard what happened to them in Osowiec, but... that was the closest to them I ever got."
Solomons noddedly slowly, and you could tell that he was warming up slightly; a fellow war veteran, it was easier for him to understand. "And now you're here. Big ray of fuckin' sunshine."
"And now I'm here," you sighed. "You served, didn't you?"
"Western Front," he confirmed. "Somme."
"Right," you said softly. "Awful business, that was... look, Mister Solomons, I'll be honest - Luca doesn't think this is worth the time. He thinks you're full of shit and that you'll stab us in the back the second you get the chance."
"He's right."
"He is," you nodded. "But Luca's a sly fox. You let him into the hen house, and you're not gonna get any eggs, if you catch my drift? I get it, y'know, you're protecting your people - I admire it. My brother doesn't get it."
"Did he serve?"
"No, Sir," you shook your head. "He doesn't get it. He never will. You get into bed with him, you're fucked."
"So what?" Solomons asked with a quirked brow. "I get into bed with you?"
"I wouldn't say no," you hummed. "You're certainly handsome enough."
He licked his lips as he grinned. At least you were honest and you got to the point, too many people tried to beat around the bush and flatter him - but you went straight for his throat, and you weren't going to let go any time soon. He nodded slowly, gesturing for you to get closer.
"Alright, Mister Changretta," he agreed. "I'll get into bed with you."
You smiled, raising your brows. "Tell me where to begin."
"You can start by trying to get closer to me - I don't bite," Solomons smiled. "You can bite as much as you like, though."
"I'd leave my mark on you," you whispered, moving your chair around so that you were sat right next to him, his knee pressed against yours.
"I wouldn't complain," Solomons murmured. "You ain't at all like the other cunts who walk in here, y'know."
"I'm not like anyone you've ever met," you whispered. "I can promise you that, Mister Solomons."
Pulling you onto his lap, he hummed as he let you settle your weight against him. "It's Alfie. No need for fuckin' formalities now."
"Alfie," you whispered, running your hands up and down his chest. "Alfred?"
"Only my mum calls me that," he chuckled. "Tell me - how long you in Camden for?"
You sighed as you tried to think. "I gotta be back to my brothers on the sixth."
"Two weeks," Alfie murmured. "I'm sure we can get to know each other more than well enough to decide on a deal to keep your fuckin' brother's mouth shut - can't we?"
"Absolutelty," you agreed. "Two weeks, we'll have plenty of time to negotiate."
Alfie couldn't place his finger on it, in all honesty; maybe it was the way you actually understood what had happened during the war, maybe it was just your looks and your honesty.
But he hated the thought of sending you away once the meeting had concluded; he wanted to know you better, he wanted to know more about the real you - not the business side. He licked his lips, chewing at the inside of his lip. He knew someone like you during the war, confident and suave, smart and quick... maybe that's what it was.
"Alright," Alfie started, "on your way out, go an' see Ollie. He's gonna give you my home address. Be there by eight tonight, yeah?"
"A social call?" You grinned. "Already?"
"Yeah, well, call it fuckin' soldier's intuition, but I have a feelin' you're a lot more than just a fuckin' Changretta," he told you. "My mum says to trust my gut, so... eight sharp, yeah?"
You nodded. "Eight o'clock sharp. I'll be there."
"Atta boy." He praised, having no clue of the fluttering feeling those two words invoked in your stomach.
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hankwritten · 4 months
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A Tavern Named Keep [2/6]
Demoman-centric Modern AU
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6]
In a small uni-town in New Mexico, DeGroot Keep serves liquor and succor to an eclectic yet loyal group of patrons, and has for many years. The Keep owes its success to its equally colorful owner, who always seems to know what you need—whether that be a stiff beer or a word of advice. But, between setting up his patrons or sifting through his friends’ problems, will Tavish remember to take care of himself?
“I think it’s about time we put our heads together on this, lads,” Tavish says lowly to the three men before him, cleaning out a glass as casually as he can.
Jane, who has no concept of an inside voice and would attempt to fistfight the word ‘discretion’ if given the opportunity, replies, “PUT OUR HEADS TOGETHER FOR WHAT, MAGGOT?”
“For something discreet, Jane. You know, a secret mission?” Tavish says, trying to urge the ranger back into a state that isn’t turning every head at the bar, including the two people he’d been watching very intently before fielding the suggestion. “I think it’s time we all did something about Doc ‘n Mikhail.”
“Yes, I see,” Jane ruminates, thankfully lowering his voice down to his own personal version of a whisper. (Still above speaking volume, but Tavish will take what he can get.) “It is about time we ‘did something’ about the Kraut and the Ruskie, so that they are ‘taken care of’, and ‘the operation can proceed smoothly’.”
“I’m really starting to regret teaching him air quotes,” Jeremy says, one elbow on the bar and the other tilting back his beer.
“If you really need someone taken care of, I’ve got some pretty good rates,” Mick offers.
Jeremy eyes him, suddenly dubious. “…What exactly you doing for work in Teufort again?”
“That’s between me ‘n the blokes that pay me.”
“I really should not have to clarify this, but I did not mean having them killed.” Tavish sets down his glass and leans on the bar. “I mean do something about the two of them. Y’know. Together.”
“Together.” Jeremy’s mouth is a flat line.
“Yes, together together. I mean, just look at ‘em!”
Near the admittance to the auxiliary room (which due to being half a floor below the rest of the bar and grotesquely dominated by the Elephant, is almost never used except on particularly busy nights and when Tavish rents the Keep out for events), the pair of doctors are deaf to the world. It's an amazing sight: Ludwig not the least bit twitchy, not shuffling papers in his hands, not occupied with some experiment. He’s wholly enraptured by whatever Mikhail is saying, watching the way his mouth moves as he gestures one giant hand through the air with ease. A casual acquaintance of Ludwig’s would be flabbergasted to see him interrupt not once during the entire winding conversation, to value the words of another person so highly. When Mikhail says something amusing, Ludwig laughs uproariously, and there’s the barest twinge on the Russian’s face that lets one know he’s pleased about it.
Jeremy turns back to Tavish. “I don’t know man. Doc and the Professor? Kinda a zebras and horses thing there.”
“A wot?” Mick asks.
“A uh…cats and dogs living together you know? Or maybe like pigeons and really bad tempered grizzly bears living together.”
“The nurse keeps doves, not pigeons,” Soldier declares ever so helpfully, slamming his fist down. “Pigeons are a noble species, who risk life and wing to carry messages between their fellow combatants, driving themselves to extinction out of pure patriotism! I will not have you confusing them for that man’s glorified pillow stuffers.”
“Pretty sure they’re the same species,” Mick says.
“Lads,” Tavish stresses. “Can we focus?”
“About them having the hots for each other?” Jeremy looks over his shoulder again. “Really?”
“Dunno,” Mick muses. “I can see it.”
“What do you know, you’ve only been here two weeks.”
“They give each other longing looks sometimes. Oi! Like that!”
Ludwig has reached behind him, taking a beer off the seashell-inlaid standing table. As he takes a sip, Mikhail’s mask of attentiveness slips just for a moment, and he stares at his friend while the other man is distracted. It’s an utterly at peace expression, like nothing in the world quite matters the way they do.
“That was definitely a longing look,” Mick states triumphantly. Tavish gestures at him in vindication.
Jane squints. “…Are they not already dating?”
“Uhg,” Jeremy scoffs. “Fine, I’m out-freaking-voted. But that doesn’t mean it’s our job to get them together.”
“Oh come on, they’ve been dancing around each other for ages,” Tavish protests. “At the very least do it for your own sanity, if it’ll stop them making moon eyes at each other.”
“Ages?” Mick raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t Doc just get divorced?”
“Aye, but they’ve been separated for four years now. And if I’m being honest, I think he’s been in love with Mikhail for at least three of those.”
“Scout’s point still stands!” Jane says. “If they cannot tell each other how they feel then that is their own failing.”
“Oh c’mon Doe.” Tavish leans over the bar, gently nudging his friend in the side. “This is for the sake of true love. Don’t tell me there’s a more noble, patriotic cause than that.”
The omnipresent, wide-brimmed hat that’s already covering a good portion of Jane’s eyes is pulled even farther down his face. “Hrmm. Fine. You make a good point. Consider me drafted into your inane scheme.”
“Like you don’t love an inane scheme.”
“So we’re just skipping from longing looks to straight up ‘true love’?” Jeremy asks. “Y’know what, I don’t care, shenanigans or whatever. Just promise me this won’t take too long, Pyro has this gay-ass club thing that they want us to go to tonight.”
“A gay club?” Tavish more betrayed than surprised, though there’s certainly that too. “You’re stepping out on the Keep, boyo?”
“No! Not like a clubbing club, like a school club. Mumbles is like, vice chair or something, and I’m supposed to be there for support.”
“So it’s…what?” Mick asks. “A GSA?”
Jeremy's oncoming distress plays acutely across his face. “Aw man, c’mon there’s already so many letters, I can’t memorize any more.”
“GSA?” Jane rubs his chin. “Goose Savant Academy? Generous Squid Association? Gyration Saves America?”
“You’ll get to your club just fine, Scout,” Tavish assures. “This shouldn’t take long after all, they’re practically making out with their eyes whenever they look at each other. All they need is a little nudge.”
With his kill squad assembled (to ‘kill’ the awkwardness that has haunted DeGroot Keep for nearly half a decade, that is), Tavish shuffles behind the bar and pulls out an assortment of utensils, spare stock in case the usual table-fare runs out, but now being put to good use. He puts a ketchup bottle on one side and a mustard on the other, then splits up the silverware into pairs of two.
“Mundy and I will talk to Mikhail, try to get him see reason. Scout ‘n Jane, you handle Ludwig. I have a feeling he hasn’t even admitted to himself yet, so what you have to do is persuade him there’s a get-together tonight at the Keep. When we convince them both to show, we all amscray, and force them to face their newly realized feelings for each other. Eh? What do you think?”
“Why’re Misha and Doc matching things but the four ‘a us are a knife, a fork, a spoon, and a pepper shaker?” Jeremy swirls his finger at the assembled objects.
“Well there isn’t a fourth silverware, now is there?”
“Spork,” Jane, Mick, and Jeremy all say at once.
“Screw the lot of you,” Tavish says. “Are you in or no?”
“Eh, why not.”
“Fine. Sure.”
“Affirmative!”
“Fantastic! Mundy, let’s go try to pin Mikhail before he heads to his next class.”
“Godspeed soldiers,” Jane salutes as the bartender slides out. “Do your duty, and should you fail, make sure your end is glorious! Preferably also bloody: such as detonating a hand grenade and taking out several doves with you, bringing them along to the cold, unforgiving grave. I want this to be a closed casket twenty-one gun salute, maggots!”
Tavish smiles. No matter his penchant for getting things off track, Tavish finds it hard to stay mad at Jane. “Aye aye, sir.”
As the pairs split, Jeremy and Jane breaking away to pursue Ludwig out the Keep’s front door, Mick watches them depart thoughtfully. “He wasn’t really in the army, was he?”
“That’s his business, and I wouldn’t dishonor him by talking behind his back,” Tavish says firmly. “Though, do yourself a favor and don’t ask which wars he’s fought in. You’ll catch a headache, right then and there.”
“Fine,” Mick holds up his hands in surrender. “Won’t hear a word from me. Though that’s not a military uniform in the first place, is it?”
“The one he always wears? Nah. For all the things Jane may or may not be, he is employed by the forestry service. He’s a park ranger up at Valles Caldera Preserve.”
“Really. Huh. Where’d you even find a bloke like him?”
“It was more like he found me.” Tavish rubs his neck. “It’s…complicated. But we’ve got a mission to do, so why don’t we stay focused, eh?”
It’s apparent Mick’s noticed the obvious change in subject, but thankfully he doesn’t press it this time around. And a good thing too, Mikhail is slipping books into a satchel that looks like it’s straight out of a 1950s boarding school novel, complete with a brass button he closes with a satisfying snap.
“Oi, wait a moment there professor,” Tavish says. “Wanted to chat with you before you headed out for the morning. You ‘n Mundy here never got properly introduced.”
“Were introduced,” Mikhail grumbles, knocked out of a morning routine that is all but sacred to him. He wakes up, he buys coffee and a sticky bun from the shop down the street, he brings it to the bar (which Tavish allows because. C’mon. You try telling Mikhail “Heavy” Zakharov he’s not allowed to bring carry-ins) and then he converses with Dr. Ludwig until it’s time to head for TFU. To be broken from this lockstep onsets a bad mood. “Mikhail gives his name. Is all you need to know.”
“Oh there’s more to you than that big guy.” Tavish pats him on the arm, which comes up to about the bartender’s head. “I think Mick’s proving himself to be a decent fellow to have around, aye? You don’t have to avoid him.”
“Mikhail does not avoid,” Mikhail says, clearly avoiding Mick’s eyes.
The Australian, uncomfortable with his whole place in this charade, gives Tavish a look of where the bloody hell is this going?
Just stick with me, Tavish’s own look shoots back. To Mikhail he says, “c’mon lad, open up a little. Why don’t you tell us both how you got your teaching job, eh? That’s a nice little ice breaker.”
Mikhail eyes him as though, somewhere, deep in the animal part of his brain that lets us all know that someone is trying to scam us out of our portion of the kill, that this is about to lead somewhere he would not like. However, proving that is going to be difficult with how earnestly Tavish is looking at him.
He sighs. “Fine. Mikhail tells.” To Mick he says, “in Teufort. There is university. Mikhail is tired of looking for many jobs in many places, so he walks in and says ‘you will give me this’. Hale says he likes Mikhail’s gumption.” A rumble that might be a slightly mellowing laugh washes from the back of his throat. “Tried to fire Mikhail once, and Mikhail tells him that is good office, is good job. If he wants Mikhail gone, will have to remove him. Tried to. Mikhail won. Hale amused by this.” Mikhail thinks on this a moment. “Hale is strange man.”
“…What do you teach?” Mick asks, as customarily perplexed as people are when they find out Mikhail earned tenure by winning a wrestling match with his dean.
“Eighteenth to Modern Russian Literature,” Mikhail replies.
“They offer that? At Teufort? I’m pretty sure they don’t even offer calculus.”
“Do now. When Mikhail demand job, he say, ‘you will have this, and Mikhail will teach’. So class is taught. Not big surprise.”
“Ah mate,” Tavish butts in, vibrating from the anticipation of the undirected tale. “You skipped the best part! After all, how’s a bright lad like you end up in a place like this? You could’ve gone anywhere, but you stayed in Teufort.”
Discomfort rises in Mikhail’s shoulders once again. “Like said. Was tired of looking.”
“Oh dunnae try to pull that on me,” Tavish says. “Before you were busting down Hale’s office door, you strolled into this town on a whim. When you wandered into my bar, you said you were just passing through, and it was only a few drinks in before you were in love.”
The empty coffee cup just about shoots out of Mikhail’s hand as he jerks, squeezing it like a Bug Out Bob. “W-what? What is little man talking about?”
“With the Keep!” Tavish says proudly, both superficially oblivious and acutely aware of Mikhail’s reaction. “The tavern’s an alluring mistress, I can understand how she convinced a wayward traveler to stay, even when he had better prospects elsewhere. Even I’m a bit in love with her.”
Tavish pats a nearby support beam proudly, so covered in years of black paint it’s gone smooth.
“…Da. Keep is good place.” The awkwardness is practically sweltering. “Maybe...was part of staying.”
“I still remember that day you know,” Tavish grasps the distant memory with his eye turned heavenward, in a rigorous performance of reverie that Mick can’t help but think he’s laying it on a little thick. “So shy you were, ‘t was almost funny. Doc didn’t notice though. Just struck up a conversation with you right away, the two of you chatting away for hours over in the lower bar area.”
“Everyone is equally ‘shy’ to Doktor,” Mikhail admits. “He talks, expects people to listen.”
“Ah, but good company is the keystone of the Keep’s charm,” Tavish says. “After all, it takes a truly special place to make a man give up the hunt and decide this backwater town is worth sticking around for.”
Mikhail opens his mouth, hesitates, then closes it again. “Da.”
“Ah, but you have to get to morning classes. Sorry we kept you so long professor. Glad you ‘n Mick got more acquainted.”
With that, Tavish wraps a firm hand around Mick’s upper arm and frog-marches him away from the slightly bewildered Russian. You can practically see the gears turning in the man’s head, his flimsy paper cup now a crumple in his palm as his concentration is elsewhere. As the pair watch discreetly over their shoulders, Mikhail shakes himself, quickly disposes of his breakfast remains, and flees.
“That’s it?” Mick asks. “I thought we were going to confront him about confessing his feelings or something.”
“That’ll be enough,” Tavish assures, still watching the door. “Mikhail’s a smart man. And the thing about smart men is that once they get something into their head, they think on it until it drives them crazy, like a mutt with a chew toy. He’ll be back.”
“D’ya not consider yourself a smart man?”
“Goodness no! I, lad, am a worldly man, much more practical. I’ll give you this advice: never date a man who’s insane enough to go back for an advanced degree.”
“I don’t really date.”
“Ah, then maybe you’re wiser than all of us.”
“Still not so sure that’s going to get him to do anything,” Mick says. “It honestly sounded like you were negging him.”
“Trust me on this, alright?” The chiming of the bell brings Tavish to the reality that there are still many pressing concerns to be handled before tonight. “And while you’re trusting me, excuse me as well. My Most Valued Customer just walked in.”
She is not, by most definitions of the word, the customer Tavish values most, but it’s an indubitably good idea to treat her like she is. Helen steps cleanly over to the bar, placing herself upon a stool with just barely enough time for Tavish to slip into his usual position himself. They arrange themselves to their spots, like actors before the curtain rises.
“Miss Helen,” he greets studiously.
“Mister DeGroot,” she sniffs coolly back. “Gin on the rocks, if you would.”
“Daring today, aren’t we?”
“I pay for you to serve me drinks, DeGroot, not for your glib tongue.”
“The glibness is free o’ charge.” With a flourish, he finishes pouring her usual, sliding it away to be snatched by a well-manicured claw. He sets about to business with, “your star employee fell asleep at me bar again yesterday.”
“I am unsurprised. She once told me that she finds mattresses overly soft, and that they must be ‘up to something’.”
“Is that something getting people to sleep?”
“I assume so. Miss Pauling is not fond of the activity.”
“She might not have such anxiety about falling asleep if her boss wasn’t putting the load of ten assistants on her,” Tavish says. “Cannae ye lay off the girl, just a tad? You know she’d jump off a cliff if you told her to.”
“If I did, it would be for good reason.” Helen’s already quite narrow face sharpens to a point keen enough to draw blood. “Miss Pauling is aware of our duty, and what is at stake if we fail. The Facility must persevere, even as we burn ourselves out to keep it alight.”
An eye roll seems the least that spiel deserves. The Facility, in the Proper Noun of it all, is mostly known around Teufort as TF, in reverance to its complete inscrutability of purpose. Helen likes it that way. She’s very gloat-y when she knows something you don’t.
“Don’t start torching all your employees in the street, lassie,” he says dourly. “Think of the smell.”
“We must all make sacrifices, DeGroot.” And oh boy, here we go. “I, more than anyone. There are games that are played, behind the scenes, above the clouds, games of power and money that you cannot even fathom the rules of, and it is our job that you never have to. It may not be moral, or right, but it is necessary, and you should thank Miss Pauling for what she does so that you all can keep living your pitiful little lives.”
“Pitiful little lives?” Tavish raises a brow. “The kind where one has a gin on the rocks at eleven in the morning?”
Helen purses her lips at him. He refills her glass.
“Pretend all you like, you’re just as mortal as the rest of us,” he goes on. “Pauling too. She thinks the world of you, you know.”
“I treasure her for her loyalty.”
“I mean on a personal level, Helen,” Tavish says. “Whatever goes on in The Facility I won’t hazard to know, but Pauling believes in it because you do. Just make sure her devotion isn’t misplaced, aye? That’s all I ask.”
Helen doesn’t respond, but nor does she go off on another dismissive rant about the unwashed masses or whatever, so Tavish will take this as a win. Another comes thirty minutes later when Jane returns and relates that Dr. Ludwig will ‘report for duty’ at nineteen hundred hours. There’s plenty of time but also plenty to do, and Tavish sets to work on making the best ‘get these sorry excuses for lovebirds together’ bash he can strangle a chicken about. Jane isn’t on duty today and keeps him company, a complimentary beer to thank him for his troubles while he moseyes on about how the true American way to confess your feelings is to do so while crossing the Chesapeake while your foot is raised majestically on the bow in total disregard for boat safety. Tavish tries to tell him that’s not what that painting is about, but he’s having none of it. The ambiance continues in comfortable companionship as Tavish pulls out all the stops: streamers, tiny umbrellas, everything he needs for when the Keep hosts a special event. By the time Ludwig comes through the door with the evening slithering on his heels, he is not the first patron to be struck by the tavern’s transformation.
“Why is everything so…moody?” he immediately asks of the new lighting.
“National Candle Appreciation Day,” Tavish says stoically. “Doe assures it’s a very important American holiday. I wouldn’t want to offend any ‘o my customers by not dressing her up for the occasion.”
It speaks volumes that Ludwig doesn’t immediately pounce on the bald-faced dishonesty of this, first and foremost the fact never has the holiday come up in all the other years Tavish has kept DeGroot Keep on its wheels. Ludwig merely shakes his head, as though clearing his ears of buzzing jingoistic bees, and takes a seat at the bar. Whatever Jane and Jeremy said to him must have taken a real number. He’s practically jittery as Tavish mixes a few teaspoons of honey into his drink, not noticing what’s right in front of him.
“For courage,” Tavish says as he sets it forward.
“Courage?” Ludwig gapes at it, then lifts his eyes to his bartender. His mind calls back to his mysterious encounter earlier today, and for the first time wonders who could have put those two idiots up to it. “Are you-?”
Whatever threads of suspicion he was about to pull on will go uninvestigated, as the moment is heralded by Mikhail banging open the door. Ludwig turns, the silhouette of the Russian glowing slightly as a light rain follows him inside, the sunset setting the backdrop afire. Mikhail is equally nervous, his eyes scanning the bar for whom Tavish could reasonably guess.
“Gott,” Ludwig gulps. He swings around, downs his drink with several fearsome chugs, then rises while wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Doktor,” Mikhail says, locating where the doctor has been milking that courage to the best of his abilities, like the bartender has the key to salvation. “I have been looking for-”
“Misha there is something I need to talk to y-”
They both cut off abruptly.
“Doktor can say what he wants to say.”
“No, no you can go first I just-”
“Something Mikhail should have said long time ago-”
Sputtering into silence once more, Tavish looks on and summarizes that he’s never seen two men more terrified of each other. They’re now hopelessly caught in a veritable web of indecision, candlelight flicking around them, once again unaware of anything else as they stand paralyzed by the full recognition of the thing that they’ve been unknowingly cultivating between for years.
“…Could I steal you away for a moment, my friend?” Ludwig says sheepishly, finally, blessedly breaking the awkward silence.
“Yes. Can…Yes. Is good idea.”
And they part from the bar, pulling aside down the half-stair for a long awaited conversation.
The rest of the revelry spins on. Some—like Tavish—spare a glance at the pair of old friends hashing out something clearly of import and leave them to their business. Others don’t notice at all so weirded out are they by the sudden change in décor. Pyro is in the second camp, wandering about like a Dalmatian puppy during its first snow. Jeremy is oddly disinclined, having shown up with Pyro and promptly slunk to a corner, an uncharacteristic glumness about him. Before Tavish can even wonder at that, Dell appears for the impromptu party.
“They’re getting along even better than usual,” Dell says as Tavish passes him a Blu Streak, indicating the two men forgotten by the revels. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say-”
With no grace, no planning, no care, Ludwig lunges upward and kisses Mikhail on the mouth.
“-Oh,” is all that comes from Dell’s mouth, (so apparently that’s what he’d say if he didn’t know any better.) “I guess…heh…I guess they’re really getting along then- oh.” His jaw works silently for a moment as the vigor of the kissing increases. “Oh. Really getting along…over……there.”
Tavish pops an elbow on the bar and puts a chin in his hand. “Ah, isn’t love wonderful?”
Dell’s face has gone completely red, but despite himself he can’t look away. Tavish does not have this problem, and when he’s satisfied with a job well done, he peels himself from the engineer and heads further down the bar to congratulate his fellow conspirators. However, Mick’s on a job tonight, and it appears Jeremy’s slipped out between now and the last time Tavish saw him. He’s checking around some of the tables near the restrooms when he feels a slap on the back.
“You did good work tonight, sergeant!” Jane greets him warmly.
“Thanks lad,” Tavish says as he pats the hand that’s moved to his shoulder.
To his surprise, it doesn’t leave. After a moment, where Jane’s brow is furrowed in concentration, he rumbles out, “no, I mean it. This was a good thing you did. You’ve made your comrades…very happy.”
Tavish locks eyes with him, what that he can with the brim of the ranger hat in the way.
“I do try,” he says slowly. “I’d do the same for everyone if I could. Barkeep’s job is to make sure you’re all as well off as you can be.”
There is a brief, indescribably odd second (that hours later Tavish will still not be sure how to describe and therefore will put out of his mind entirely) where Jane looks like he’ll say something different than what he does.
What he ends up with is this: “that is the spirit! Now! I recommend you return to your friends and bask in this glorious victory. And maybe also keep your chef from putting their fingers in the ambient lighting.”
“Aw shite.” Tavish turns to see Jane’s sizing of the situation is correct. “Really should have known that would happen.”
“You cannot be perfect Tavish. No one expects you to be.”
But Tavish is already rejoining his customers, taking Pyro’s hand out of the nearest candle and being regaled with various drink orders. Jane sighs. He goes to join him.
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Veronica Mars in Ruskie Business
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Death of a Bright Young Thing by disdainfullady
Veronica has been asked to investigate the suspicious death of one of London's Bright Young People. Said investigation throws her right back in among a crowd she'd left years ago and the man that had never quite been hers.
Elevation by @bondopoulos
When Veronica steps in at the last minute to do PR work for the famous climber Logan Echolls, she does everything she can to be prepared. She expects to be annoyed at his reckless disregard for safety…and she is! What she isn’t prepared for are his smoldering eyes, his courage, his compassion…all of which are way more than she bargained for. She begins to wonder if the true risk isn’t his climb, but her heart.
Eros by JaclynKL
Lilly Lives AU. Veronica attends Lilly's 30th birthday weekend getaway and soon learns it is not what she had expected.
Fractions of a Whole by @petpluto
A/U - Lilly is alive and flirting, Weevil is failing his math class, Veronica is a school tutor following her break up with Duncan Kane, and Logan is a wreck.
Sophomore year is going to be a pretty rocky ride, and Weevil is pretty sure this isn't what he agreed to when he promised his grandmother he'd graduate high school.
Gimme Shelter by @mysilverylining
When Veronica dumps her live-in boyfriend during quarantine, she needs somewhere to live.
Logan just wants his space back.
Haunted by @scandalpantsstuff
The problem with being haunted is that you can never truly escape your ghosts. They dominate your memories, they invade your dreams, and they appear right in front of you when you least expect them. Even in the middle of an ocean.
Heathens by  @bisexualsatan-blog
Veronica’s life is going pretty great. Her new business is doing well, her long-term boyfriend just moved in with her, and for once in her life she would not be voted ‘most likely to attract danger’ out of everyone in her social group.
She knows better than to be optimistic.
Holding the Curve by tiana
Set post-Logan breakdown in Ruskie Business. AU from that point onward but still using bits and pieces from the episodes following RB.
Home Sweet Home by pennylanex3
After a summer spent fetching coffee for hot shot FBI agents, Veronica is finally home to enjoy the rest of her summer and start fresh as a sophomore at Hearst. Will the pain from her past years follow her into the next or is LoVe and happiness in the air
House Shaped Heart by @starlightafterastorm
Your heart is house shaped, And some have knocked to enter, Some have broken in, But only a few have ever called it home
- Nikita Gill
Veronica feels homesick
3rd Roundup post continuing the celebration of @vmficclub's WIP It Good Challenge. For more WIPs shared during the challenge visit --> X (or checkout the upcoming roundups) Did we miss a WIP? Please feel free to reply + share your favs
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Q-Force Season 2 Episode 1 1/4
Timestamp: West Hollywood 8:32 p.m.
Four gruff men (Yusef (Slick back hair), Bruce (Red buzz cut), Mirko (Blonde broom cut), Mikal (bald)) stand around the back of a 2016 Chevy Van under a bridge. They look like pictures of people you don't want to mess with. Mikal checks his watch before a Rolls-Royce rolls up. Out steps a well built man, bald with a scorpion tattoo on his face, slick hair pulled back into a ponytail.
Mikal ask "Are you Sabastian, the buyer?" Sabastian in a thick french responds "No I'm just here to smoke a fag. What do you think?" Mikal, annoyed, snaps his fingers, as Bruce & Mirko open the back, revealing tons military grade equipment.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est que ça" Sabastian says as he looks at all the weapons. "You have quite the supply here. Where did you get it all?" Mikal says "Ne tvoye delo." Sabastian "Fine, fine. Not my business, délicat." He picks up a rifle, noticing the serial number filed off, nods.
Yusef smells Sabastian, then leans over to Mirko & Bruce saying "on pakhnet pedikom" ( He smells like a queer). Sabastian responds "It's called Hermès Twilly d'Hermès. I'll give you my supplier's number. It would be a significant improvement", pinching his nose. Yusef smells himself, Mirko chuckles, Bruce gives a stank look.
Mikal steps up asking if he's made a selection, Sebastian turns saying "Je ne sais pas, this one seems to have a crooked barrel". "что. (chto)? Let me see that." Mikal says, snatching the gun. He looks it up and down for a second before Subaru McClanahan comes flying off of the bridge above landing sliding, Akira style.
The Goons go to grab guns, but Magnet mode activates, snatching all the guns and attaching them to the vehicles. Mary hops out the car, standing up with a smirk on his face as Deb, Stat, and Buck near him. "Q-Force go!" They rush in, engaging the goons one by one systematically taking them out.
Yusef fights Buck, rushing him to the ground. Buck rolls him over, punching them in the face before getting kicked off. The goon stands, "You hit like ballerina" Yusef says wiping blood from his mouth. "Oh yeah, Let's dance then Ruski" Buck yells as he tackles Yusef.
A few yards away Deb takes Bruce. The two trading blows hasn't been a heavyweight boxing match. Deb blocks a right hook before dodging cross. She thinks a job before Sparta kicking him in the stomach, sending him backwards several feet. Bruce rushes her, trying to tackle her to the ground, but Deb sprawls nothing gets his back before suplexing him, knocking him out. "And that's why I was Navy wrestling champ three years in a row."
Mirko & Mary are having an even match. That's that's every kick answered with a punch, every block successful, every grab negated. Mirko tackles Mary into the van, it starts pummeling his body before Mary grabs and headbutts him. Mirko, tries to punch Mary, but he dodges, making hit his hand on the van. Seizing the opportunity, Mary knees him in the stomach in it smacks his head against the van, KO! Mary rubs his stomach saying "All that primal play, really paid off."
Deb and Mary start a pile with their two guys as they look over to Buck, who's managed to put Yusef in a chokehold. "That's right go to sleep. I win." Buck says as the assailant passes out. Mary calls out to Stat, who during the fighting, snuck into the deal is van. "I downloaded all the records of everything they have on the weapons, file numbers & every contact they have." "Nice work, Stat!" Mary says. Deb looks around at the scene, noticing someone's missing. "Where's the last guy."
Mikal peeks his head out from behind the van before trying to make a run for it, when Sabastian steps out, in front of him. "Qu'est-ce que c'est? Where are you going?" "Are you thick in head? We have been caught & I will not be cap-" but suddenly Mikal is electrocuted and passes out. Mary & Co come walking up smirking. Mary " Great catch, Twink!" Sabastian pulls his face off revealing Twink underneath. "Had him eating out of the palm of my hands. Oh that reminds me." "What could that possibly remind you of?" Deb asks. Twink responds "I got some pup-play videos I need to edit. Should we pack him to go?"
TITLE: BRAVE NEW WORLD ORDER
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Dustland Fairytale
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I’ve been pretty quiet about my Azur Lane adventure because, for the most part, it’s been pretty quiet. There wasn’t really anything worth updating recently. Outside of my new quest to build up my Northern Parliament dock, nothing has really happened worth commenting on. Besides, I've been busy ducking an eviction and moving into a much, much, better place so i really didn’t have the time to delve deep into my progress. But all of that has finally resolved itself and i got the time again. It’s weird being able to just, take my time and really enjoy typing this out. I’m in my own room, sitting on my own futon, my puppers napping next me, gushing about a pass time i genuinely enjoy. It’s just such different energy where i am now, than where i was a week ago and i love it!
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In terms of my Rusky dock, I've come a long way. Stremitelny was added to the Light Construction pool permanently a few updates back, so i obviously made a run at her. Didn't work out but i was able to pick her up a few days in. N0t a bad get but, more importantly, i was able to complete Chkalov. I mentioned this in my last Azur Lane post but i already had all the necessary parts in order to construct her, it was the EXP grind that killed me! Man, i do not remember it taking that long to pick up three million points! When i was grinding for Rupprecht, that sh*t went by in a flash! Not with Chkalov! That chick took weeks! Like, way too many. I don’t know if it was because i ended up grinding on the lower level maps on account of my SN ships being absolutely under leveled from neglect, but getting those points hurt. Cartoonish time sink, man, but i’m finally out of that whole and the only Northern Parliament Carrier has officially joined my Fleet. That brings my grand total to nineteen of a total twenty-three. It’s just a matter of time before they are all available in terms f Rerun or Pool addition. All of them except Kronshtadt. F*cking Ultra Rare ships, man. You don’t have a choice but to get them on a Rerun if they you miss the first Banner attempt. Fortunately, the Abyssal Refrain hasn’t had a Rerun yet so i still have a shot!
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Speaking of Ultra Rare, guess who rolled that brand new UR Carrier on the current Royal Navy Event Banner? This guy! It was kind of hilarious because pulling Implacable was the last thing i did before getting knee deep in life stuff and neglecting this game for a week. I’ve literally only been playing the Revelations of Dust for three days and I've already got all the new ships. Popped the rest of the banner boats on my Tuesday, doing all the Weekly Missions. That first Ten-pull was real kind. Got another Implacable, a Scylla, and, like, three Argus. Those Argus were spread out over two more Ten-pulls but tat was because i was trying to get Royal Oak to drop. I’ve had the Point Shop ship drop in Construction on a different event do i figured I'd give it a shot here. After  a handful of Wisdom Cubes i probably shouldn’t have gambled, i opted to just grind it out. I needed the Points anyway to unlock Hero so it worked out. Three days into actually making an attempt at this event, i have all of the Boats available. Kind of meh about the entire situation because i don’t really f*ck with the HMS ships like that but it’s cool. A new UR is always welcome.
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Fairy Tail, but the whole thing is gender swapped. Inspired by this drawing of nalu by rusky boz.
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- sexy and fiesty Luke Heartfila has recently run away from home, and has the singular goal of joining fairy tail. he comes across chaotic good Nashi Dragneel, who's looking for her mom. Happy is a puppy. Luke gets lured into some shady boat business and who shows up to save the day? Yep. Nashi. At first Luke just thought she was kind of weird, you know with the whole eating like a pig thing and the motion sickness, but. Damn girl. She's not weird, she's bat shit crazy. Luke loves it.
- Ezra Scarlett is Fairy Tail's strongest male wizard, and Gildartia (omg these names are so hard) is Fairy Tail's strongest female, and in general, wizard.
- Elfi (Elfman) is a massive feminist. Locks (Loke) is still a womaniser but she's lesbian.
- Gray's name would be Ash. Or Ashly. Her and Nashi would be a disaster but kind of like how Mira and Erza were back in the day. Except their relationship never changes.
- Gajendra (Gajeel) and Levi would be!! So cute. Imagine this super buff and tall woman with this adorable NERD. man I love it.
- Zelda (Zeref) is our main villian :( but she's super pretty and kills loads of people 😍 Mavis will still be called Mavis but damn my guy is HOT. wait so maybe their relationship wouldn't make sense bc how tf Mavis gonna give birth if she's a dude??? Unless we do mpreg (which will ruin lots of things), Zelda will have to give birth but her memories get wiped? Or something.
- Master Macaroni (Makarov) is this old woman who just loves beefy men 🤪
- juvias and grays relationship would be a disaster. Jail time. But edols gruvia were fine!!!
OK so maybe it's not the best idea, but withholding some details, I think it'd be fantastic!! I want a OVA episode of this.
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Is there a lot of demand in the Defense and Military industries for Record Changer Repairmen? “Sorry I missed those incoming Ruskie bombers, I was busy putting on the latest Frankie Laine platter.”
Mechanix Illustrated   February 1953
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They were saying the big rocket attack was expected on the 31st, so I think the Ruskies just blew their load early.
Anyway, send a worldbuilding ask or two while I have service in my High Security Bunker (the local dominos which is second only to the Chechen twinks of this land when it comes to remaining in business past all reasonable expectation)
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I’ve been pretty quiet about my Azur Lane adventure because, for the most part, it’s been pretty quiet. There wasn’t really anything worth updating recently. Outside of my new quest to build up my Northern Parliament dock, nothing has really happened worth commenting on. Besides, I've been busy ducking an eviction and moving into a much, much, better place so i really didn’t have the time to delve deep into my progress. But all of that has finally resolved itself and i got the time again. It’s weird being able to just, take my time and really enjoy typing this out. I’m in my own room, sitting on my own futon, my puppers napping next me, gushing about a pass time i genuinely enjoy. It’s just such different energy where i am now, than where i was a week ago and i love it!
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In terms of my Rusky dock, I've come a long way. Stremitelny was added to the Light Construction pool permanently a few updates back, so i obviously made a run at her. Didn't work out but i was able to pick her up a few days in. N0t a bad get but, more importantly, i was able to complete Chkalov. I mentioned this in my last Azur Lane post but i already had all the necessary parts in order to construct her, it was the EXP grind that killed me! Man, i do not remember it taking that long to pick up three million points! When i was grinding for Rupprecht, that sh*t went by in a flash! Not with Chkalov! That chick took weeks! Like, way too many. I don’t know if it was because i ended up grinding on the lower level maps on account of my SN ships being absolutely under leveled from neglect, but getting those points hurt. Cartoonish time sink, man, but i’m finally out of that whole and the only Northern Parliament Carrier has officially joined my Fleet. That brings my grand total to nineteen of a total twenty-three. It’s just a matter of time before they are all available in terms f Rerun or Pool addition. All of them except Kronshtadt. F*cking Ultra Rare ships, man. You don’t have a choice but to get them on a Rerun if they you miss the first Banner attempt. Fortunately, the Abyssal Refrain hasn’t had a Rerun yet so i still have a shot!
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Speaking of Ultra Rare, guess who rolled that brand new UR Carrier on the current Royal Navy Event Banner? This guy! It was kind of hilarious because pulling Implacable was the last thing i did before getting knee deep in life stuff and neglecting this game for a week. I’ve literally only been playing the Revelations of Dust for three days and I've already got all the new ships. Popped the rest of the banner boats on my Tuesday, doing all the Weekly Missions. That first Ten-pull was real kind. Got another Implacable, a Scylla, and, like, three Argus. Those Argus were spread out over two more Ten-pulls but tat was because i was trying to get Royal Oak to drop. I’ve had the Point Shop ship drop in Construction on a different event do i figured I'd give it a shot here. After  a handful of Wisdom Cubes i probably shouldn’t have gambled, i opted to just grind it out. I needed the Points anyway to unlock Hero so it worked out. Three days into actually making an attempt at this event, i have all of the Boats available. Kind of meh about the entire situation because i don’t really f*ck with the HMS ships like that but it’s cool. A new UR is always welcome.
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RASPOREĐENI TENKOVI, POČELO GRANATIRANJE! Rusi nemilice tuku, Lavrov poručio Europi: Raskrstili smo, poslušni ste hegemonu preko oceana
Rat u Ukrajini ušao je u 308. dan, a teške borbe nastavljaju se na istoku i jugu zemlje i nema znakova skorih mirovnih pregovora. Ponovno zauzimanje Kreminne i obližnjih Svatova moglo bi Kijevu otvoriti put za pokretanje ofenzive na Sjeverodonetsk i Lisičansk, dva grada koje je Ukrajina izgubila u ljeto. Ruske trupe nastavile su usredotočiti svoje napore na zauzimanje grada Bakhmuta u regiji Donjeck, reklo je britansko ministarstvo obrane u svom dnevnom vojnom brifingu.     Predsjednik Rusije Vladimir Putin u utorak je potpisao dekret kojim se od 1. veljače na pet mjeseci zabranjuje opskrba naftom i naftnim derivatima zemalja koje sudjeluju u ograničavanju cijena nafte.
Lavrov: Rusija nema projekata s EU, imamo druge prijatelje
Rusija više ne planira pokretati zajedničke projekte s Europskom unijom s obzirom na to da Zapad učinkovito vodi hibridni rat protiv Moskve, rekao je ruski ministar vanjskih poslova Sergej Lavrov u intervjuu za TASS. Prema riječima glavnog ruskog diplomata, odnosi između Moskve i EU-a su “na povijesno najnižoj razini” iz, kako je rekao, dobro poznatih razloga.     “Ubrzo nakon što je pokrenuta specijalna vojna operacija, Bruxelles je krenuo stopama SAD-a i NATO-a u hibridnom ratu protiv nas. Šef EU-ove diplomacije Josep Borrell bio je jedan od prvih koji je pozivao na poraz Rusije na bojnom polju“, ispričao je Lavrov. “Naravno, više neće biti ‘business as usual’ s takvim dionicima. Ne namjeravamo niti kucati na zatvorena vrata, niti pokretati bilo kakve zajedničke projekte”, istaknuo je prvi ruski diplomat. “Hvala Bogu, svijet za nas nije samo Europska unija i imamo puno prijatelja i istomišljenika drugdje”, istaknuo je. Lavrov je osudio vladajuće elite u EU-u zbog nanošenja štete vitalnim interesima i dobrobiti svojih građana. “Oni su slijedili antirusko vodstvo hegemona preko oceana gotovo u potpunoj poslušnosti, a ponekad čak i nadmašujući SAD”, rekao je dok je ukazivao na zabranu koju je Washington uveo europskim zemljama da održavaju energetski dijalog s Rusijom koji je, navodi, Europljanima desetljećima jamčio prosperitet bez presedana.  
Rusi raketirali Herson, uzbune u Kijevu
Ruske snage ispalile su 33 rakete na civilne mete u ukrajinskom gradu Hersonu u 24 sata do srijede ujutro, objavila je ukrajinska vojska na Telegramu. Reuters citira ukrajinskog vojnog analitičara Oleha Zhdanova koji kaže da su se borbe intenzivirale, pri čemu je Rusija rasporedila više tenkova i oklopnih vozila na bojišnici. Herson je mjesecima bio pod ruskom okupacijom. Grad je tek odnedavno ponovno pod ukrajinskom kontrolom. Službeni Telegram kanal kijevske gradske uprave objavio je da su u glavnom gradu Ukrajine na snazi upozorenja na zračni napad.  
UN: Broj ubijenih civila ‘znatno veći’ od poznatih 6884
Visoki povjerenik Ujedinjenih naroda za ljudska prava (OHCHR) objavio je broj civilnih žrtava u ruskom ratu protiv Ukrajine do sada, rekavši da je poznato da su 6884 osobe umrle u Ukrajini, uključujući 429 djece, između 24. veljače 2022. 26. prosinca 2022. Agencija kaže da će stvarna brojka vjerojatno biti “znatno veća, budući da je primitak informacija s nekih lokacija na kojima su se odvijali intenzivni sukobi odgođen, a mnoga izvješća još uvijek čekaju potvrdu”. Dnevno.hr Photo by Алесь Усцінаў Read the full article
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Ruskie Business Playlist
So first of all this is my third time making this post, wish me luck. Second of all messybunbeauty is my personal blog, which is why it’s on the cover, logandeservedbetter wouldn’t fit. Third of all this playlist is based on 1x15 Ruskie Business, as far as I can remember, the only song on this playlist that was actually in the episode is Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper.
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I Think We’re Alone Now - Tiffany
Only You - Yazoo
Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield
Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears
Private Eyes - Hall & Oates
Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper
Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds
Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benatar
Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles
Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen
Call Me - Blondie
Footloose - Kenny Loggins
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper
Eternal Flame - The Bangles
Holding Out For A Hero - Bonnie Tyler
Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash
Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler
Almost Paradise - Mike Reno, Ann Wilson
(I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life - Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes
Africa - TOTO
Pretty in Pink - The Psychedelic Furs
That’s the first time I’ve made it to Eternal Flame 🥳. These are all 80s songs and I’d like to keep it that way, but if you have any suggestions feel free to comment. Some of these have more obvious reasons for being included, others are just based on the mood. This is on Spotify if you’re interested.
Update 5/10/20:
Shadows Of The Night - Pat Benatar
One Way Or Another - Blondie
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