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What I Read This Week

(2/4/17)

I read some great fics this week, but not many as I would like as I’m back at school :(

not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot, Teen, 49k (WIP)
in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret. LOVE this!

More Than Okay by LoneWolf_With_Internet, Gen, 6.4k
While on tour, the last thing Viktor would have expected during his stop in Japan would be to give a free performance to his fans at a karaoke bar, but what surprised him even more was the cute Japanese skater – that Viktor swears he’s seen before –the crowd pressured into joining him on stage for a duet. Needless to say, Victor had more fun than he originally anticipated. So cute omg!

And Once Upon a Song by missmichellebelle, Teen, 6.2k (WIP)
A popular high school ice hockey star and a shy, academically gifted transfer student discover they share a secret passion for singing. When they end up accidentally auditioning for the lead roles in the school musical, it threatens East High’s rigid social order and sends their peers into an uproar. A HSM AU I AM SCREAMING THIS IS SO GOOD

Nerve Endings by Phyona, Explicit, 57k (WIP)
When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance. Oh my god I was sobbing so much at the end… I love this fic so much

Unwritten by kaizuka, Teen, 34k
Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be. Amazing!

Language Barriers by Galloping_Monroe, Teen, 120k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov had always wanted to travel the world. When an opportunity arises to spend his final year of university study abroad, he is quick to leap at the chance. Twelve months spent in twelve different countries, he can’t wait to see new places, meet new friends, and finish out his degree with a bang. He just didn’t expect to fall in love along the way. Yuri Katsuki only applied because his friend forced him to. He’s just trying to get through the year, keep his head down and his grades up. Victor has other ideas. You all have to check out this fic!

Meet Me by the River by c0rnfl0wer, Explicit, 11k
Every Kupala Night has come and gone without his attending, but now that Viktor Nikiforov is getting older and taking over the position as leader of his village, he has to start taking his life in a different direction. He wasn’t sure whether he expected anything at all in this way. But when Yuuri catches his wreath, he finds the path he had always longed for. SOOOOOO AMAZING

Aria: Stammi Vicino, Non Te Ne Andare by exile_wrath, Teen, 34k (WIP)
Alternatively: the tale of Yuuri Katsuki, who never ages and never dies and has lived frozen in time for centuries, and his attempts to keep his adopted son from killing the new guest. My favourite immortal AU ever!

Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 63k (WIP)
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing). So so cute and amazing!

The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 119k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin. So smutty and incredible, if you haven’t read this yet, you must read it!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

anonymous asked:

Since requests are open if you don't mind could ya do a extra petty MC/Reader giving RFA++ a case of blue balls because they got into an argument over the littlest thing. If you don't want to I completely understand. Thank you ❤️ AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING LIKE THIS ANON MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE TAKEN SOME TIME TO READ EVERYTHING ON YOUR MASTERLIST🙄❤️

Lol, I kept laughing everytime I read this request, idk why. Thank you, honey, hope u like this!^^


RFA with a MC on sex strike (NSFW-ish)


Zen

  • He was late for dinner with your family. Again.
  • When he finally arrived, you pretended that everything was fine, and everybody believed, including Zen.
  • So after you two get home, he’s pretty sure you’ll be in a good mood and ready to play with the beast a little… WRONG!
  • “Good night, Hyun.” You turn your back on him and keep it like this all night. And so it continued for the next two weeks.
  • TWO. WEEKS!
  • And he thought the beast would be crazy, drooling and biting its leash, but… the beast now is just a puppy curled up in a corner, whining.
  • You wish you could say you feel bad for him, but in your defense, it’s not the first time he prioritizes work over you, as he told a million times before he wouldn’t do.
  • So yeah, you’re kinda having fun looking at him pouting at you and trying to get more than a quick kiss or hug.
  •  And though he’s struggling so much, he knows why you’re doing this, he deserves. But he needs to focus, he can’t keep forgetting his lines and missing marks like this, if you at least went to watch the musical he’s been working so hard…
  • You might be mad at him, but you wouldn’t lose a premiere of his new musical, it must be really good for him to keep dumping you in order to rehearse for this.
  • And boy… it’s not only good, it’s AMAZING! Maybe it’s because you’re missing him as well, but… this character of his seems a little sexier.
  • As soon as the musical is over, you run to his dressing room. “Hey, babe… did you like the mus…mmmmm.” You practically attack him.
  • “B-babe?” “Why didn’t you tell me this was the musical that was taking all your time?” you ask, but don’t even let him answer, your mouth is on his again.
  • Zen is shook, but in a good way. He’s kinda relieved you missed him as much as he missed you.
  • “B-babe… let me… ahh… let me just take the costume off…” he says breathlessly while you kiss his neck. “I want you to keep it on.”
  • Okay… so who’s the real beast here?

 

Yoosung

  • He failed one of his tests in college. The one he did the morning after pulling an all nighter to play LOLOL
  • You can’t count all the times you told him to forget this game and go to sleep that night. Did he listen? No. So now here he is whining about this exam and you’re not having it.
  •  All he wanted was a little… comfort from you after the test fiasco.
  • “Go play some LOLOL or whatever to get that comfort, since this works so well for you.” And you go back to your book.
  • That long book you’ve been reading for two weeks and a half now, it must be good since you’re not paying any attention to your boyfriend. Any kind of attention.
  • This poor baby, he could handle not having sex when he was single, but he never prepared himself to be without it when you came along.
  • So yeah… he’s back to those very loooong showers and that constant nervous state of mind from when he was single.
  • But he never shows it in front of you, so you’re pretty sure he’s doing fine without smexy times…
  • And he is, most of the times, the problem here is that it feels like he’s grounded, like a little kid. Because he behaved a like a little kid and ugh… he feels so pathetic.
  • So he replaces those long showers for long study sessions, he needs to ace the next test to get his grades and his relationship back on track.
  • And you’re not made of steel, so of course you help him study. And having this boy so close, so focused, acting so serious and mature… it’s so sexy…
  • “Earth to MC?” he calls for you as he notices you keep staring at him. “I… think you understand a lot about the… constitution of amphibian’s hearts now, Yoosung.”
  • “You think? Well, we’ve been studying for a couple of hours now and… hum… MC?” you keep coming close to him, he’s shuddering.
  • “Why don’t we focus in human’s heart right now? For example, mine and how you’re making it race by acting so grown up…” you manage to sit on his lap, and he’s sweating as you nip his jaw lightly.
  • “M-MC… what about… my test tomorrow?” “It’s early, you need some encouragement for tomorrow and after I’m done with you, you’ll sleep like a baby.”
  • That’s exactly what happened. And after he aced his test, you gave him a reward.

Jaehee

  • Of course you like Zen’s DVDs, okay? You just don’t like that’s the only thing you two watch.
  • You want her to relax and have fun, but… come on, she really needs to be that selfish and not even consider your suggestions for movie night?
  • And she gets so in the mood after watching it, so generally movie night leads to something else… well, not tonight.
  • You doze off in the couch while the DVD is still playing and wake up a little later, telling her you’re tired and going to bed now… oh, okay.
  • And every movie night has been ending like this for a couple of weeks now…
  • Okay, sex is not the most important thing in this relationship, she enjoys just spending time with you without getting all hot and bothered.
  • But… a woman has her needs, you know?
  • And Zen’s DVDs may do the trick for a while, but… she’s missing the real thing… with you…
  • She handles pretty well, but she keeps getting distracted at work and getting a little snappy even at Zen in the chat room.
  • But she knows why you’re mad and… well, it wouldn’t kill her to give a chance to your choices, would it?
  • So yeah, she’s wondering how to discuss it with you and apologize after you two close the café for the day.
  • And you’re kinda worried you’re being too harsh on her, since she’s obviously acting like she’s in some kind of abstinence crisis.
  • So time to make it up for lost time… “Honey, do you mind showing me how to do that brownie dough again?”
  • She sighs, she’s so tired, but you just called her ‘honey’, how can she say no? She stands by your side, you hands moving messily around the dough on purpose.
  • “No, MC. It’s not like this, it’s just…” “Why don’t you guide my hands? Here, you can come behind me.” Lord help her…
  • She’s behind you, but her hands are not guiding yours, they’re all over your body.

Jumin

  • He got jealous of an old friend of yours.
  • No matter how much you told him this guy was almost like a brother, he was still acting cold and distant.
  • Usually when this happens, you give him the most passionate kiss you can, and you two end up in bed, but… he can’t get away this easy this time, not with such a good friend of yours…
  • Is he acting cold? You’re acting colder as you told him you were sleeping with Elizabeth in the guest room that night.
  • And so it continued for the last three weeks.
  • Okay, this man lived not minding sex for a very long time, so he should be fine, right?
  • WRONG! He lived fine without sex because he had no idea it could be this good with someone he loves.
  • Though he looks all calm and collected, deep inside he could climb up walls in despair.
  • He’s drinking more wine than usual and coming back from work more and more exhausted.
  • You’re feeling a little bad? Yes, but just remembering how your friend said goodbye to you telling he didn’t want to put you in trouble with your fiancée makes your blood boil and you end up enjoying this punishment a little longer.
  • But then you get a call from Jaehee asking if something is going on, since Mr. Han is acting really weird, getting all distracted and rude to some employees.
  • Ugh… you didn’t want to harm his job and his employees… also, you miss him too.
  • So you show up to his office for your usual lunch with him, not so usual when you sit on his lap, he widens his eyes as he realizes you’re not wearing panties.
  •  “I-I apologize for what happened with your friend, MC, I…”. You reach for his ear “You’ve been a bad boy to me, and I already punished you enough. Am I not being bad to you right now?”
  • “I… yes, kitten. A little.” “So… what are you waiting for? To punish me?” his lips crash to yours as you smile teasingly.
  • Mr. Han was calm for the rest of the afternoon, the employees now are trying to find when it’s your birthday to send you a gift.


Saeyoung

  • Honestly, you don’t even remember why you were fighting.
  • Probably it was because of a bunch of little things that turned into a big thing as you usually don’t discuss a lot.
  •  Because he quickly fixes what he did wrong with some big weird gesture like showing up at your workplace dressed as a teddy bear to apologize, you laugh and forget why you were mad before.
  • Which is usually adorable, but talking like the two adults you are would be better in order to not get into big messy fights like this last one.
  • And since you’re not even talking, he wasn’t expecting you would let him touch you, so… yeah, he’s pretty conformed he’s not getting any of that.
  • But after almost three weeks, he’s starting to freak out a little.
  • And since he doesn’t have his job anymore to hide himself in his office and just work, he’s spending even more time with his brother.
  • Saeran knows these bonding moments are important, but… ugh, his brother is getting even more clingy than usual.
  • Seriously, his brother is annoying him more than he normally does, making him do these weird hobbies like pedicure and gardening.
  • “Go easy on my brother, MC.” Saeran asks you bluntly, but deep inside he wants to beg on his knees for you to take his brother away from him, because he’s driving him nuts.
  • And though it’s kinda of funny, you’re worried for both twins. Saeran really needs his own space and you… need your boyfriend.
  • So at night, when you finally roll your body to face Saeyoung in bed, you smile sweetly and stroke his hair.
  • Your mouth finds his quickly and he has no shame in showing how desperate he is and how much he missed you.
  • “I’m sorry. Let’s not fight anymore, please?” “We’ll fight again, but it will be fine as long as we talk about it, okay?” he nods, and your lips crash against his again.
  • “MC, before we continue, just know that’s been three weeks of sexual frustration, I hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow because I won’t allow you to leave this bed so soon, copy that?”
  • You copied, and neither of you walked straight for the next two days, which grossed Saeran out.
Meet Me Inside - Part 8

Part 7 | Masterlist | Part 9

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus.

A/N: This has taken forever. I’m so sorry. But here it is, I’m finally back on track. A huge thank you to @imhereforbvcky and @kellieabro for helping me with this one. This hasn’t been edited, however. 

Warnings: Language

Words: 1311

Originally posted by madqirl

Knocking on her door, you wait for Natasha to let you in. It felt strange being nervous when at Nat’s apartment, it was always like a second home to you. But you never kept things from her before. There was just something about what had been going on that had stopped you from sharing. Maybe it was because you were dealing with a Professor? Maybe you feared being judged? Which was absurd, Natasha would never do that and you knew it. Or maybe it was because, up until now, you weren’t entirely sure if what was happening was really as you remembered.

She swings open her door and walks back in to her apartment, strolling over to her sofa. You follow behind her, grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen counter before taking a seat beside her.

Sitting in front of the television, you take in her appearance. She looked pale, her hair tied back and she was wearing sweatpants and an old shirt.

“You really let yourself go. Did Steve reject you?” you tease and she glares at you.

“Fuck off” she mutters and you laugh. “What did you want to talk about? Or did you come here to look after your sick friend. I really wouldn’t oppose, you know” she asks and you feel the bottom of your stomach drop. You didn’t expect to confess so quickly.

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When it comes to winter reading, critic Parul Sehgal looks for one simple thing – vindication of her desire to loaf, laze and retreat from the world, “the assurances, in short, of The Wind in the Willows, whose edicts are sane and just:

No animal, according to the rules of animal-etiquette, is ever expected to do anything strenuous, or heroic, or even moderately active during the off-season of winter.’”

How’s that for hibernation reading?

Image: Paul Bransom’s illustration from a 1913 edition of The Wind in the Willows shows Otter traveling through the snowy woods. (Wikisource)

I am so in love with this you have absolutely NO idea how happy this stupid drawing makes me right now. I have been grinning the entire time! This will probably be the only thing I post for the next few days; I know I’m not going to do anything tomorrow because it’s truck day and then I need to start finalizing my costume. But ugh, these nerds are killing me rn! Based on my text post here http://blackwolfartz.tumblr.com/post/146421373999/if-its-worth-anything-i-have-thought-about-atem Let’s all also appreciate Pouty!Atem lol

disclaimer: i do not own supernatural or any of its characters, only the plot in which i write in.

Dean walked into the room, shrugging off a layer of many from his attire and throwing it aside onto the bed next him.

He stopped when he saw none other than Castiel sitting on the edge of said bed, head buried into his hands. He could barely make it out, but the Winchester swore he could hear shuddering breaths coming from the ex-angel, and it only confirmed his suspicions more when he saw the light trembling of shoulders with each and every stuttered breath.

Dean couldn’t help but to let his ever permanent frown deepen at that. Cas didn’t cry. Never in his entire time of knowing the man did he ever shed a damn tear or let on that he wanted to.

Although, he was human now, so it was probably opening up a lot of flood gates for him what with being able to feel the immense emotions wash over him completely. Being an angel had its perks he supposed, he’d give anything to be able to shove his emotions back down inside of him unless he wanted to feel them. Castiel couldn’t do that now, however, and Dean could only imagine what the hell Cas could be feeling right now.

In all of his millenia of existence, he’d probably gone through way more than what he’d merely gone through with the Winchester’s, but it was still a lot to take in, and this life probably only made it worse. Dean knew that of course. The hunters life sucked, any hunter could tell you that from the get go.

Yet, he couldn’t think of how in the actual hell he was supposed to comfort somebody without making it worse. Let alone a damn person that used to be an angel. That’s all Dean was usually good for when it came to support and advice. He’d fuck it up somehow, he knew.

Ah, fuck it. Better something than nothing at all, right?

Hesitantly, Dean took a few short strides across the room to where Castiel sat, taking a seat next to him and leaning his elbows on his knees to keep himself propped up as he kept on praying Cas didn’t move his hands away from his face; not wantng to see the distraught expression that he might find on his boyfriend’s face. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle that much.

“You alright, Cas?”

He got nothing in response but a frantic head shake, indicating that, no, he was most definitely not fine, but still refusing to tear his hands away from his face. Dean felt selfish for being grateful about that.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Another nod.

Okay, damn, what else was he supposed to do then?

“…Can I hug you?”

Dean Winchester didn’t do chick flick moments, that was very well known, but hugging didn’t count. Absolutely not.

There was a few seconds of silence before Cas shook his head ‘yes’, both of them moving at that to go in for a hug.

For a moment, Dean saw Cas’ face, where he had removed his hands, which was adorned with tears. His eyes looked to be bloodshot and swollen from crying, some parts of his face both pale and patched red.

Sighing, Dean scooted back farther onto the bed and motioned for Cas to come closer to him, manuvering them both until the ex-angel was sat beside him, legs draped across Dean’s before he nestled his face into the crook of the human’s neck. His arms wrapped around Dean unsurely, but was quickly reassured when Dean tugged him closer into his side and put his own arms around Cas.

Neither of the two men said a word after that, settling for the silence that blanketed the both of them in the room, aside from the occasional sniffle or shaky breathing coming from Cas.

Eventually, though, Dean found the silence nearly unbearable, and pressed a kiss to the crown of Castiel’s head before making Cas get up off of him so he could stand and make a beeline to his phone.

For once, he was glad that Sam had given him a speaker to plug his phone into, it made it a lot easier to do things like this.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he went straight to his music app and scrolled through the several songs he’d downloaded until he finally settled on one, hooking it up to the speaker that rested on his nightand beside the bed.

Cas didn’t look up until he heard the beginning of the song started playing through the speakers.

Dean walked back over to his boyfriend– if he could even call him that? he didn’t know what else to call it– and reached a hand out once he stopped in front of him, offering it to Cas. Fuck his “no chick flick moments” rule for now. Neither of them would mention this to another damn soul, probably not even each other, so what did it really matter, especially if this helped?

When the other didn’t catch on to what Dean was asking, looking up from the outstretched hand to green eyes that practically glowed in the dimly lit room, Dean spoke up once more.

“I, uh… Dance with me?” He asked tenatively, afraid that this was the wrong time for this and Cas would turn down his only means of how to comfort the ones he cared about.

This was the most calming thing he could think of (aside from quietoy singing), so, why not try it with one of the people he cared about most?

Cas looked a bit upset at that. Shit, maybe this wasn’t the right time after all. Maybe he had definitely messed it all up now and—

“I’m not sure how I should go about dancing. I’ve never really danced before, Dean.”

Internally sighing in relief, Dean let a small smile tug up at his lips, a look of understanding coming over his face.

“That’s alright, man, we won’t do anything too hard. Just do what I do. ’S that easy to catch onto, trust me.”

Castiel slowly reached out to take Dean’s hand in his own, rising to his feet when he felt Dean pull at his hands a bit. He followed after Dean as the man took a few steps back, placing the both of them a good distance from everything around them except each other.

As the first words began to be said throughout the speaker, Dean started to gently guide Cas’ hands up around him to where his elbows rested easily on his shoulders and so his hands could lock behind his neck before placing his own hands on Cas’ hips. He merely started swaying them back and forth after he’d gotten them both adjusted comfortably in their position.

“So close no matter how far Couldn’t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters.”

Dean mouthed silently to the words as the two men continued to gently sway side and side together, the tenseness started to ease out of the both of of their bodies as the song carried on.

“Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don’t just say And nothing else matters.”

Slowly, but surely, Cas eventually ended up closer to Dean after the song was half way through, their bodies pressed against one another as they kept swaying to the song.

Their surroundings disappeared in this moment where it was only about them. The only thing that existed to them in that moment was the soft background and lyrics of the music wafting over them as they danced.

Castiel didn’t hide his face this time. He found it much more appealing to look up into the bright, candy-green eyes that were gazing into his own blue ones.

“So close no matter how far It couldn’t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters.”

Neither of them quit their swaying by the time the music had ended. They still clung to each other, afraid to let go. This was a time that was the most peaceful, to them, the most they had ever had, a time they didn’t have to worry about anything but each other.

But, like all good things, it, of course, had to end. Still, neither broke apart, keeping joined at the hands, nearly clinging, as Dean turned his phone off and guided them back to the bed to lay down. As they lay down, they stayed as close to each other as physically possible, not wanting to ruin the calm serinity that surrounded them.

As they layed down, one of Dean’s arms went under the pillow they shared, his hand on his gun like always. He’d kill anything that thought it was going to bring harm to either of them while they were at such a calm like this. His other arm was around Cas, hand resting at the small of his back.

They fell asleep in each others’ arms like that, separately broken in their own ways, but together.

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Bixanna Week ♔ - Day 4: Alternate Universe

Tourist/Photographer x Native people AU for Bixanna, i got inspired by this Lisanna Gree card and this is also my first collaboration with Carly - forgottenwhispersxo, she wrote an amazing fanfic here as companion! Make sure to check out her work! I drew Bixlow having no tattoo in this AU for a change.

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Today’s Must Read

Forget Google; it’s the NSA that’s everywhere (even in the wiring). So wouldn’t it be nice if you could spy on them for a change? That’s pretty much what photographer Trevor Paglen did in Invisible: Covert Operations and Classified Landscapes (excerpts of which are above). 

Using high-powered binoculars, astrophotography lenses and data from amateur satellite watchers, Paglen uncovers secret sites hidden by distance: gargantuan military installations and spacecraft orbiting Earth.

Seen from afar, these images lose their depth of field, blur – often to the point of abstraction – and become strangely beautiful. These are the corners of the unseen world, unveiled and bookbound.

Images via The New Yorker

Just a few months ago, the governor of Indonesia’s largest city, Jakarta, seemed headed for easy re-election despite the fact that he is a Christian in a mostly Muslim country. Suddenly everything went violently wrong. Using the pretext of an offhand remark the governor made about the Koran, masses of enraged Muslims took to the streets to denounce him. In short order he lost the election, was arrested, charged with blasphemy, and sentenced to two years in prison.

This episode is especially alarming because Indonesia, the world’s largest Muslim country, has long been one of its most tolerant. Indonesian Islam, like most belief systems on that vast archipelago, is syncretic, gentle, and open-minded. The stunning fall of Jakarta’s governor reflects the opposite: intolerance, sectarian hatred, and contempt for democracy. Fundamentalism is surging in Indonesia. This did not happen naturally.

Saudi Arabia has been working for decades to pull Indonesia away from moderate Islam and toward the austere Wahhabi form that is state religion in Saudi Arabia. The Saudis’ campaign has been patient, multi-faceted, and lavishly financed. It mirrors others they have waged in Muslim countries across Asia and Africa.

Successive American presidents have assured us that Saudi Arabia is our friend and wishes us well. Yet we know that Osama bin Laden and most of his 9/11 hijackers were Saudis, and that, as Secretary of State Hillary Clinton wrote in a diplomatic cable eight years ago, “Donors in Saudi Arabia constitute the most significant source of funding to Sunni terrorist groups worldwide.”
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Recent events in Indonesia shine a light on a Saudi project that is even more pernicious than financing terrorists. Saudi Arabia has used its wealth, much of which comes from the United States, to turn entire nations into hotbeds of radical Islam. By refusing to protest or even officially acknowledge this far-reaching project, we finance our own assassins — and global terror.

The center of Saudi Arabia’s campaign to convert Indonesians to Wahhabi Islam is a tuition-free university in Jakarta known by the acronym LIPIA. All instruction is in Arabic, given mainly by preachers from Saudi Arabia and nearby countries. Genders are kept apart; strict dress codes are enforced; and music, television, and “loud laughter” are forbidden. Students learn an ultra-conservative form of Islam that favors hand amputation for thieves, stoning for adulterers, and death for gays and blasphemers.

Many of the students come from the more than 100 boarding schools Saudi Arabia supports in Indonesia, or have attended one of the 150 mosques that Saudis have built there. The most promising are given scholarships to study in Saudi Arabia, from which they return fully prepared to wreak social, political, and religious havoc in their homeland. Some promote terror groups like Hamas Indonesia and the Islamic Defenders Front, which did not exist before the Saudis arrived.

Eager to press his advantage, King Salman of Saudi Arabia made a nine-day trip to Indonesia in March, accompanied by an entourage of 1,500. The Saudis agreed to allow more than 200,000 Indonesians to make the hajj pilgrimage to Mecca each year — more than come from any other country — and sought permission to open new branches of their LIPIA university. Some Indonesians are pushing back against the Saudi assault on their traditional values, but it is difficult to deny permission for new religious schools when the state is not able to provide decent secular alternatives. In Indonesia, as in other countries where the Saudis are actively promoting Wahhabism — including Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Bosnia — the weakness and corruption of central governments create pools of rootless unemployed who are easily seduced by the promises of free food and a place in God’s army.

The surging fundamentalism that is transforming Indonesia teaches several lessons. First is one that we should already have learned, about the nature of the Saudi government. It is an absolute monarchy supported by one of the world’s most reactionary religious sects. It gives clerics large sums to promote their anti-Western, anti-Christian, anti-Semitic brand of religious militancy abroad. In exchange, the clerics refrain from criticizing the Saudi monarchy or its thousands of high-living princes. Saudis with close ties to the ruling family give crucial support to groups like Al Qaeda, the Taliban, and ISIS. This fact should be at the front of our minds whenever we consider our policy toward the Middle East — including when we decide whether to side with the Saudis in their new dispute with neighboring Qatar.

Saudi Arabia’s success in reshaping Indonesia shows the importance of the global battle over ideas. Many in Washington consider spending for cultural and other “soft power” projects to be wasteful. The Saudis feel differently. They pour money and resources into promoting their world view. We should do the same.

The third lesson that today’s Indonesia teaches is about the vulnerability of democracy. In 1998 Indonesia’s repressive military dictatorship gave way to a new system, based on free elections, that promised civil and political rights for all. Radical preachers who would previously have been imprisoned for whipping up religious hatred found themselves free spread their poison. Democracy enables them to forge giant mobs that demand death for apostates. Their political parties campaign in democratic elections for the right to come to power and crush democracy. This is a sobering reality for those who believe that one political system is best for all countries under all circumstances.

The Saudi campaign to radicalize global Islam also shows that earth-shaking events often happen slowly and quietly. The press, focused intently on reporting today’s news, often misses deeper and more important stories. Historians of journalism sometimes point to the northward “great migration” of African-Americans after World War II as an epochal story that few journalists noticed because it was a slow process rather than one-day news event.

The same is true of Saudi Arabia’s long campaign to pull the world’s 1.8 billion Muslims back to the 7th century. We barely notice it, but every day, from Mumbai to Manchester, we feel its effects.

Prat note: watch as the ignorant liberal defense of MUH INDONESIA MODERATE MOST POPULOUS MUSLIM COUNTRY ON EARTH apologist defense erode before your eyes because of the ongoing imperial creep of saudi arabia.

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Chubby puppy werewolf Rin and chubby mummy Sou return! ( ´∀`)ノ~ ♡ 

Sosuke likes taking his afternoon naps while Rin is “distracted.” This pup unfortunately drops everything he’s chewing on and dashes to try and sleep with Sosuke. He wins every time~ (-ω-   ) 

Look nightcloak-chan-san! I continued it! I dedicate this to you! (*ノωノ) ♡

Today’s Must Read

Obviously, it’s Halloween. Between the sugar highs, and the new lows you’re mulling with this year’s costume idea, it’s easy to forget what this holiday is really about: getting so scared you can’t see straight.

Well, we’re here to help. Crack open Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House, turn the porch light off and fix a bowl of candy corn for one. By the time you’re done with her ghost story – still terrifying after five decades – every creak in your house will have you on edge. Fun, right?!

gif via nopercynobaddog

anonymous asked:

Angsty fic idea: There is a woman with a quirk that allows her to give birth to reincarnations of the recently dead. Said reincarnations age up rapidly until they are the age they were at death but said process still takes time (say aging 1 year every two months?) The woman is actually villain who uses her abilities to make herself minions with useful quirks. Her targets regain more memories each time they sleep, but their waking hours are all hers, and she uses the time to brainwash them.

Well, she chooses Izuku, with his fantastic power that is so much like All Might’s, as her next target. She either orchestrates his death (or makes sure to see the body after he dies on his own) and immediately “claims his soul”. A few months later Izuku is reborn under the villain’s power. Unfortunately for her (and Izuku) while her quirk replicates injuries as scars at the appropriate times, it doesn’t replicate any external additions to one’s body… like, say, pacemakers or gifted quirks.

On Shouto’s side of things, Izuku managed to pass his quirk on to his boyfriend before dying. Shouto is confused and devastated and spends the years Izuku is gone being an absolute terror to villains and a wreck whenever he’s home alone. Oh the poor boy suffers, not knowing his boyfriend has been reincarnated and is re-growing up under the thumb of a manipulative, narcissistic villainess. (Think Mother Gothel from Tangled. So much gaslighting!) Poor boys both suffer greatly.

Izuku, being the smart quirk analyst he is, eventually figures out how his “mother”’s quirk works and regains enough memories to know his quirk was given to him. While he wants to think she really loves him and was just trying to save his life, he is terrified of what she’ll do once she finds out his quirk won’t be returning. Unfortunately for him his fears are justified and he finds himself barely escaping. He is found by Shouto, who is both angered at the “sick joke” and desperate to believe.

Izuku doesn’t know of his and Shouto’s relationship yet (he’s only aged to the point of the entrance exam, so he doesn’t even know who Shouto is) so he’s terribly confused and frightened and doesn’t know why Shouto keeps alternating between refusing to even look at Izuku and acting as though he’s terrified Izuku will leave. (The other former class A-1 students, now heroes, are also unnerved, but more predictable/stable).

With Izuku’s help they eventually take down the villain and her minions (solving many mystery crimes that had seemingly been perpetrated by dead people). Izuku’s past memories, and age, finally catch up and he remembers his and Shouto’s relationship… and the moment of his death. Shouto’s fears never quite go away (He’s afraid this Izuku isn’t real, or that he’ll up and die again) but he does have the love of his life back. This time he won’t let him go. Bittersweet end.

holy shit when u said shouto inherits OFA i immediately thought of @pitviperofdoom‘s contribution to day 4 of tododeku week (a must-read btw)

god this would be so complicated tho–would shouto give izuku OFA back so he can rise to become the number one hero?? since OFA is made stronger the further along it is passed from one holder to another, wouldn’t shouto’s OFA already be overwhelmingly terrifying? if shouto passes OFA back to izuku, izuku would be the eleventh and ninth holder–would this have an affect on whom izuku sees in a life or death situation, as in, would he see shouto and another version of himself?? don’t even get me started on how endeavor would take his son suddenly being able to use and cultivate a power very similar to all might’s.

another thing in regards to shouto inheriting OFA–how he would handle it? how would he train with it? with all might and gran torino? he would definitely have to take some time off from hero-ing to cultivate and control this insane power, and it would definitely distress shouto to use OFA because this was his boyfriend’s quirk and his boyfriend should be the one using it and becoming the next number one hero. he would recall izuku’s words of “it’s your power!” to remind himself that yes, he’s worthy to inherit OFA, that, yes, he needs to become the next symbol of peace for both their sakes, but it takes a very long time to get into such a mindset.

imagine the kind of slap in the face it would be for shouto to know that, all this time, while he was grieving and cultivating and learning how to use OFA (also learning to not feel guilty whenever he uses OFA’s abilities), some woman had izuku in her grasp for years.

it would be a huge blow to shouto’s mental state, and, even if he and izuku finally reunite, the kind of scars left on shouto for being left behind and for being given such a huge burden will never go away.

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“Until now, I made ‘I wish there was such a person' leading characters. This time, however, I created a heroine who is an ordinary girl, someone with whom the audience can sympathize, someone about whom they can say, 'Yes, it’s like that.’ ” ( — Hayao Miyazaki)

Stupid Tumblr ate my post… multiple times. Maybe if I try it without the picture? 😑

Tonight was meeting one (of two) of gym friends book club! It was an absolute blast!! We’re meeting again next week because five of the ten of us couldn’t meet this week and the book we read is so crazy that it MUST be discussed. (The Vegetarian by Han Kang)

I’ve said it before many times, but I seriously don’t know how I get to be this fortunate. I am surrounded by amazing people–at work, at the gym, at home, online–I have such a fantastically diverse, loving, supportive, snarkily funny group of people in my little world. I NEVER want to take that for granted.

5 Must-Read Alternate History Books

Guys! We’re only THREE weeks away from the release of Blood For Blood, Ryan Graudin’s amazing, heart-pumping sequel to Wolf By Wolf

If you haven’t heard, we have a super awesome pre-order perk for you. Pre-order Blood for Blood and submit your receipt to receive Storm After Storm—a Wolf by Wolf digital short story in Adele Wolfe’s point of view. This story is EXCLUSIVE to fans through this offer so don’t miss out! Get all the details here and brace yourself for when you get your hands on Blood for Blood on November 1st. 

But just in case you can’t wait that long, check out our list of the coolest and craziest alternate history books out there. They’re set in our universe… but with a twist. 


1. Etiquette & Espionage by Gail Carriger

What do you get when you mix Victorian England with paranormal steampunk?  The first book in the Finishing School series!  Sophronia doesn’t know what to expect when she enrolls in Mademoiselle Geraldine’s Finishing Academy for Young Ladies of Quality, but she soon realizes that she’ll be learning not only how to dance and dress but also how to be the perfect spy.  Throw in robots and werewolves and you get a version of the nineteenth century that’s a little different from what you learned in history class.


2. Fallout by Todd Strasser

In 1962, everyone feared nuclear war with the Soviet Union was right around the corner.  And what if, in another world… those fears came true? When the atomic bomb drops, Scott’s family rushes into the underground shelter Scott’s dad built in their backyard. But their neighbors force their way inside too.  With tensions rising and food supplies dwindling, Scott isn’t sure they’ll make it out alive.  And if they do, he can’t help but wonder what’s waiting for them on the outside.  This is a thrilling and terrifying look into the not-so-distant past.


3. Rebel Mechanics by Shanna Swendson

It’s 1888 in a world where the Revolutionary War never happened, and the colonies are fighting for their freedom under very different circumstances. They have technology, engineered in secret.  The British have their magic.  When Verity lands a job as a governess to a wealthy family in New York, she quickly falls for one of the rebels and is pulled into the fray.  She may have the power to change the tide of the war—but at what cost?


4. The Diviners by Libba Bray

The 1920s come roaring to life in the first book in The Diviners series, where mysticism and the occult are real.  Evie O’Neill has always kept her magical abilities a secret, but when the police find a dead girl branded with a cryptic symbol, she realizes her gift could help catch the killer.  As she’s pulled into the underbelly of New York City, she’ll need new allies and all of the supernatural power she can muster to face the darkness that has awakened in this re-imagined Jazz Age.


5. Wolf By Wolf by Ryan Graudin

Okay, so maybe this is cheating. But if you haven’t read Wolf By Wolf yet, what are you waiting for?!  It’s out in paperback now!  Let’s set the stage: It’s 1956 and the Germans and Japanese have defeated the Allies in World War II.  To commemorate their victory, Hitler hosts an annual cross continental motorcycle race. For Yael, a former death camp prisoner, it’s the one way she can get close to the man who destroyed her people… and kill him.  A survivor of human experimentation, Yael has the power to skinshift and must impersonate last year’s winner, Adele Wolfe.  But can Yael bring herself to be as ruthless as she needs to be to avoid discovery and complete her mission?


So, which of these reads will you be picking up? 

Share your favorite with us on Twitter and/or tell us about another favorite alternate history book that should be on our radar!