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anonymous asked:

Myan 11

‘I almost lost you’ Kiss

Michael pants harshly, kneeling down at where Ryan’s body lays in the sand, hands hovering near his face as he slowly opens his eyes. There’s shouting behind him, the muted staccato of gunfire, but that moment, there, of a conscious Ryan fills his senses, leaving little room for anything else.

Ryan takes a breath and coughs. For nearly two minutes it’s just him hacking, rolling around on the empty beach and spitting out sea water before regaining his composure, though his breath still comes in short gasps, and his nose and mouth sting from salt.

“You almost fucking drowned, jackass,” Michael says, shaking hands grabbing the front of Ryan’s sodden jacket. “I almost lost you.” Ryan stares up at Michael, who looks like he’s about to split at the seams from grief and fury. His lips land so hard on Ryan’s it feels like a punch and he can taste blood in his mouth, and he’s pushed further into the beach from the movement, becoming intimately aware of how covered in wet sand he now is. “Don’t ever do that again,” Michael growls, not letting Ryan get a breath in before he’s kissing him again, and again, and again, not caring about who can see them or what they think because Ryan needs to know that he’s not about to throw his life away, not for the money, not for the crew, not for anyone. Not while Michael has anything to say about it.

Within hours of its announcement, protesters forced Victoria Police to cancel a multi-agency stop-and-question operation dubbed Operation Fortitude.

The Abbott government’s newly militarised immigration department – now named Australian Border Force – was to take part in a street crackdown, scheduled to start in Melbourne’s CBD on 28 August.

“ABF officers will be positioned at various locations around the CBD speaking with any individual we cross paths with”, said regional commander Don Smith. “You need to be aware of the conditions of your visa; if you commit visa fraud you should know it’s only a matter of time before you’re caught out”, he warned.

In response to the prospect of spot visa checks being conducted throughout the city, anti-racist activists called a snap protest for the steps of Flinders Street Station. A press conference to launch the operation had been scheduled to take place there. Before media could set up, protesters took over the steps.

READ MORE: Protesters beat Border Force

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CARF activists at the snap protest against the unbelievable #OperationFortitude that would’ve seen brown people in the CBD checked for their visas. Vile racism from a vile government. We won’t standby silently while the racist police state harasses the people of Melbourne. The snap protest had an immediate impact, as The Vic Police announced that they have cancelled Operation Fortitude (for now).

A quick timeline:
10:14am ‪#‎OperationFortitude‬ announced
11.30am to 11.45am Snap protest called to oppose Operation
12:54pm ABF Clarification
2.00pm Snap protest begins
2:26pm Presser cancelled
2:40pm Operation cancelled

theguardian.com
If Border Force acts like this in Melbourne, what do they do offshore? | Jeff Sparrow
We’ve warned that Australia’s cruel immigration regime would have a carcinogenic effect on the body politic. It’s happening, despite today’s stuff up
By Jeff Sparrow

Did the Australian Border Force seriously intend to address reporters in between Flinders Street’s bagpipe players and spotty-faced emo kids? Apparently so – but with social media in meltdown at the prospect of Peter Dutton’s black-garbed men accosting strangers and demanding their papers, the under-the-clocks press conference quickly descended into predictable chaos.

By 2pm, the steps were already occupied by chanting protesters, whose numbers steadily grew. A harried-looking press officer promised journalists the presser would still take place – but even she didn’t sound like she believed it.

Meanwhile, the department issued a hurried clarification.

“The ABF does not and will not stop people at random in the streets,” it said, “and does not target on the basis of race, religion, or ethnicity.”

All well and good – except that border force’s Victorian commander, Don Smith, had earlier promised that the force would be “speaking with any individual we cross paths with”. Unless the commander intended to cross paths with people he already knew, the two statements were flatly contradictory.

If the ABF didn’t stop people at random, why did Smith say that was what he planned to do? And if the Border Force wasn’t checking papers, why the warnings about visa conditions?

As Operation Fortitude fell apart, a remarkable media statement by Victorian police minister Wade Noonan made clearer what had happened.

“We fully support the decision by Victoria Police to cancel the operation,” he said, “after the unfortunate and inappropriate characterisation by the Australian Border Force today.”

In other words, Smith and the ABF seemed to have involved themselves in a standard police operation and thereby ruined it – all, one presumes, in search of more publicity. The incompetence would be comical if the implications weren’t so serious.

Remember, the Abbott government recently allotted the Border Force more than $6m to kit themselves out like Emperor Palpatine’s bodyguards. Meanwhile, as Fairfax’s Nicole Hasham pointed out, detainees in Nauru don’t even have sufficient clothes to cover themselves, with parents resorting to cutting holes to make their kids’ shoes fit.

The ABF is, in other words, an outfit exerting extraordinary power over some of the most vulnerable people imaginable and usually it operates in complete secrecy. If this is how it behaves in the middle of one of Australia’s biggest cities, how does it conduct itself when shrouded behind the secrecy of “on water operations”?

“We consider the border not to be a purely physical barrier separating nation states, but a complex continuum stretching offshore and onshore, including the overseas, maritime, physical border and domestic dimensions of the border.”

That sounds like something one stoner might mutter to the other (The borders are in our heads, man!) while blazing up a joint. But it’s actually part of the Australian Border Force’s mission statement – and you can see how its vagueness could easily offers scope for the kind of mission creep that seems to have led Smith to crash Victoria Police’s party.

Certainly, the commander’s press release, with its promise of addressing any individuals they encounter, seems to have been calculated to inject a note of implicit chauvinism into run-of-the-mill policing. For how could the involvement of the Australian Border Force in an operation targeting anti-social behavior not encourage a distinction between those who grew here and those who flew here?

For a long time, there have been warnings that the cruelty of Australia’s immigration would have a carcinogenic effect on the body politic, as the brutality of the camps spread – and it’s becoming increasingly obvious what that looks like.

theguardian.com
Border force join police in huge visa fraud crackdown in Melbourne CBD
‘If you commit visa fraud you will be caught,’ warns border chief, as human rights advocates warn of possible ‘racial profiling’ by officers on city streets
By Melissa Davey

The centre of Melbourne will be swamped with police on Friday and Saturday night in a huge multi-agency operation to target everything from visa fraud to antisocial behaviour.

Australian Border Force, police, and transport officers will take up positions at various locations around the CBD and will be “speaking with any individual we cross paths with”, said ABF regional commander, Don Smith.

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just when you think things couldn’t get any worse

“Remember, the Abbott government recently allotted the Border Force more than $6m to kit themselves out like Emperor Palpatine’s bodyguards. Meanwhile, as Fairfax’s Nicole Hasham pointed out, detainees in Nauru don’t even have sufficient clothes to cover themselves, with parents resorting to cutting holes to make their kids’ shoes fit.The ABF is, in other words, an outfit exerting extraordinary power over some of the most vulnerable people imaginable and usually it operates in complete secrecy. If this is how it behaves in the middle of one of Australia’s biggest cities, how does it conduct itself when shrouded behind the secrecy of “on water operations”?”

(via If Border Force acts like this in Melbourne, what do they do offshore? | Jeff Sparrow | Comment is free | The Guardian)

anonymous asked:

16, please? :D

Ryannn,” Michael called out, dragging the other man on top of him. “You’ve been working all night.” He couldn’t help sounding petulant, now. They had been separated for well over a week, what with conventions and various shoots, just a complete working hell, and the night they finally had nothing going on, Ryan was adamant about finishing some paperwork for their new house that could have easily waited until the next day. Or, at least, after they had gone two rounds. Maybe three. 

“Sorry,” he said. “I needed to do it.”

“Quit bullshitting me. Do you not like me anymore, Rye-bread? Did I make you mad?” he said, purposefully sounding mournful, pouting a bit, too. 

“Michael,” Ryan said, leveling him with a look.

Ryan,” Michael called back.

Finally, his boyfriend got the fucking hint and he leaned down, arms resting on either side of Michael’s head. He kissed him chastely, once, as though getting used to the fact that he could now be intimate with him whenever he wanted, before going deeper, slipping his tongue out to lick at the seam of Michael’s lips until the younger man parted them, already trying not to gasp. The kiss was everything that had been missing the past week; the heat, the closeness, the way Ryan’s shampoo and skin smelt mixed together, the softness of his mouth and the coarseness of his beard, the influx of sensations not letting Michael recover for a minute, never letting their kisses be negligible or commonplace. 

“Miss me, huh?” Ryan murmured, pulling back to suck on Michael’s lip. The other man could only desperately nod, already feeling his cock throb in interest. “What do you want?”

“Want you to keep kissing me, fuck,” he pleaded, wrapping both his arms around Ryan’s shoulders, pressing their faces together. On this next kiss (and the second, third, fourth one after that) Michael felt Ryan’s smile against his mouth.

Victoria Police have cancelled Operation Fortitude after protestors stormed their press conference at Flinders Street Station.

A statement released this morning said that Australian Border Force officers would be joining police and transport enforcement agencies in an inter-agency stop-and-question operation in Melbourne’s CBD over the weekend.

Border Force regional commander Don Smith said: “ABF officers will be positioned at various locations around the CBD speaking with any individual we cross paths with.”

“You need to be aware of the conditions of your visa; if you commit visa fraud you should know it’s only a matter of time before you’re caught out”, Smith said.

In response to the prospect of spot visa checks being conducted throughout the city, anti-racist activists called a snap protest action at the steps of Flinders Street Station. A press conference to launch the operation had been scheduled to take place there. More than 100 took over the steps of the station before occupying the busy city intersection in front.

Protester Catherine Strong told Red Flag why she was there: “I’m getting very alarmed at the way this government is going in terms of certain democratic rights being eroded and in terms of people being encouraged to be afraid of what’s going on all the time”.

“I think the Border Force people being in Melbourne this weekend is a symptom of those things and needs to be challenged – we need to be coming out and showing that this is not ok.”

As numbers grew to around 200, the protest moved inside the train station where agency representatives had attempted to shift the press conference.

After disrupting the media event, protesters surrounded the police station located inside Flinders Street Station. From there, police released a statement which was read to the jubilant crowd. It said: “Victoria police has made a decision not to go ahead with this weekend’s Operation Fortitude”

“We understand that there has been a high level of community interest and concern which has been taken into consideration when making this decision.”

PHOTO: Melissa Dave

anonymous asked:

Myan 21. Jealous kiss :O

“Gavin was complaining about how ‘intensely close’ you and Meg are,” Michael said, walking into the bedroom. Ryan looked up from his book - Michael had just got back from hanging out with some coworkers at the bar, though he wasn’t that drunk and it wasn’t that late, so Ryan actually answered him.

“Oh, did he now?”

“Yeah. And the more he talked, the more pissed off I got. Even though it’s stupid.” 

“What? About him complaining?”

“No!” Michael shouted, though there was no actual heat behind it, more like he was overly excited to talk. He quickly tugged his shirt over his head and stepped out of his shoes. “You and Meg. I mean, I don’t care but, you’re mine.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like you care a little bit. What? Afraid she’s gonna steal me?”

Michael hopped onto the bed and straddled his boyfriend’s hips. “No,” he said, a bit petulantly. “But I’m still, you know, pissed.”

“You mean jealous,” Ryan corrected. Michael countered that with an angry, possessive kiss, one that involved the hint of teeth and left Ryan flushed when he pulled away. “M-Michael?”

Michael grabbed at Ryan’s chin with one hand, his thumb tracing his bottom lip, and his other hand pressed against his crotch, roughly feeling his cock and balls through the boxers Ryan wore. “Yeah, maybe I’m jealous,” he said, a familiar glint in his eyes that made Ryan’s breath hitch. “And I’m gonna make you sorry for it. Got a problem with that?”

“No, fuck no,” Ryan breathed out. “Just kiss me again.” Michael smirked and leaned forwards.

anonymous asked:

Myan 24

Returned from the Dead Kiss

Ryan always liked to jokingly tell Michael he was a ‘lucky guy’. He was lucky that he switched from a theater major into computer sciences in college; he was lucky he answered the craigslist ad and got a job at Rooster Teeth; and most importantly he was lucky he asked Lindsay to introduce him to the ‘cute guy with the curly hair - Michael, right?’, which led to the pair of them becoming fast friends and faster lovers. Michael scoffed at the cheesy attempt at romance, but even he would admit Ryan was fortunate, considering he had three near death experiences. 

But now he had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that Ryan’s lifelong streak of fortune had run dry.

He should have been driving, that was the thing. Ryan drove almost ninety percent of the time, but tonight Michael had offered, and when the other car hit them head on he only had a mild concussion and a fractured leg. And Ryan was breathing through a tube. He couldn’t even see him, but he knew from the total lack of information that he wasn’t getting better.

When he saw a fleet of doctors run into his room, however, he couldn’t keep sitting down; he peered in, saw the defibrillators, the endless amount of wires his boyfriend was attached to - he nearly toppled forward until a nurse spotted him and pushed him back into the hall, slamming the door in his face.

He got the story four hours later. Ryan Haywood was pronounced dead for thirty seconds. The doctor debriefing him said that the nurse asked if she should call it, before he pressed to try reviving him one last time. “Your partner is extremely lucky,” he said, “He’s stable now, and should be awake by tomorrow.” 

Somehow the last thing Michael felt in that moment was luck. “Can I see him? I don’t want to go home before I see him.” The doctor, to his relief, acquiesced to that, at least, telling him he could look in for five minutes.

Ryan was still attached to wires, still breathing through a tube, and he certainly didn’t look alive, but he was, according to the heart monitor. Michael leaned over him and felt for a pulse along his neck, sighing when there was a slow strum beneath his fingers. He leaned forward, kissing Ryan gently on his forehead. “I love you,” he said, blinking back tears. “You lucky bastard.” 

salamanderturtle asked:

I totally wasnt aware you did the Parallax comic but I'm really happy it's you! I'm super inspired by your art-it's just really nice abf clean and sharp <3

Thank you so much for the nice words and for reading Parallax!! I love when things look clean and sharp hehe