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Sadly most of my cultural knowledge of butches comes from western media. But. When I find out about soviet/russian empire time "butches" (they clearly don't use that term to describe themselves) my heart drops. I mean, Ludmila Prokofievna from Office Romance (Sluzhebny roman), who is, well, straight woman, shakes everything in me. I hate Office romance and I love Ludmila Prokofievna so much. Ultimate soviet butch, I don't care about this stupid movie
Let someone who Has never read the "Even Rain Fall Has Shadows" explain this image
(Oryginal art/comic by Lumidothexe on tumblr)
Quand la nana à la caisse du RU passe sa vie en mode "Judging you".
I was trying out a different program. Googled my birthstone and drew this as my gemsona.
Meet Ru! There's nothing i can tell about her now, but i'll be working on her personality. So we'll meet her later👀
raven unit vi (m) jjk
Jeon Jungkook x Reader
‒ raven unit. (m) chapter six: raven. ✎ [3.1k words]
genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au
warnings: smut, angst, gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death, oral (male receiving, sorry not that much smut in this chapter) With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five. .raven unit: drabble #01 drabble #02 n/a: Before we go on with the final chapter of RU. I would first like to thank everyone that followed me on this war crime/task force fanfic. It was an idea that came into mine and I had a sudden blow of inspiration and I couldn’t stop writing it. It wasn’t in my plans to get as attached to it as I became, but I truly love this story. It was hard having to research about a lot of things and also adding my own twist to it to make sure it was as entertaining as possible for you guys. I don’t know if this ending is a satisfying one, but it’s truly the full arch of these characters. This is how I had envisioned it from day one, and although the execution wasn’t nearly as satisfying as I wished it would have been (blame it on the slump brain) I’m glad I got the chance to finish this and deliver the ending of this story. Thank you again, so much for not giving up on me and on Raven Unit, thank you for all the messages, for all the praise, all the screaming in my messages. Those were the moments I laughed and smiled the hardest because knowing that these renditions of characters can make you all feel something is truly what I do this for. You’ve all supported me this far and I’m looking forwards to bringing you all new stories and series in the future (hopefully with better update schedules once I’m on my ADHD medication) but always with love and wanting to guys to have fun with them. Always. This is a short chapter compared to the others, but I really hope it puts an ending to a rather turbulent story. Thank you for loving, liking, re blogging and reading Raven Unit. I appreciate you all from the bottom of my heart. - May.
“My fellow citizens and the world. For the past two months, I have learned that corrupt, power-hungry men will spare no expense to sell a fake idea of a well-intended person. I have learned that sometimes doing what is right comes with painful consequences, but in the end, your integrity is put on trial. Not only by the world, but by your own self. That life gives you hard choices to make, but one that will define you and your future and what it is to be one for the people. My father was a good man, a good man that made many good choices in life. A good man that had the good interest of the people. I saw that in him every single day, in the way he raised me, in the way he loved my mother. I saw it in the way he treated his most trusted men and team, and I saw it in his death. But my father also made bad choices, ones that I myself have shamed him from in the past. But knowing the man of integrity he was, I knew he wouldn’t do the right thing to make his story a good one. What happened two months ago was not the making of terrorists retaliating against us. It was not war-driven, not religiously drive. It was politically driven. The man that takes his place as my father’s substitute in office as you watch his message is not the man you think he is. Years ago my father helped him cover up his mistakes that cost the life of an innocent person, a woman, just like myself. One that had a future, one that had dreams. A family. My father made the bad decision to help Jefferson John clear his name for the murder of Clara Mckenzie. Daughter of Henrique Mckenzie. At the time, the case was ruled out for lack of and adultered evidence, but I hope you will find it within you to reopen it and to your jobs free of corruption. I convinced my father to come clean once Jefferson, in his power lust, started to campaign against him, and that decision cost his and my family’s life.
Jefferson John went to the lengths of getting rid of everyone that knew of the story, including myself. In these two months, I have learned that he had put a price over my head. 1.5 billion dollars. He has gone through the full length to ensure I was eliminated. But I have a message for you, Jefferson. I might not be a soldier, not be good in the face of battle. And the scars I carry today on my body and in my mind are on you. They are your doing. But despite my small frame and underestimated strength. I am a fighter. Just as my father was. Just as my mother was. I am just as much as a fighter as Clara McKenzie was. As her family was, but unlike her and my family. You will not silence me. I am a force to be reckoned, not because I use power and money to buy allies and to trigger fear into people. But because I was raised with hope and kindness, empathy, and humbleness. Because I seek truth and value, no matter how many times you or life throws a punch at me, I will be resilient and turn the other cheek. And that is a lesson you will never know because you are a coward. You hide behind money and lies, and I will no longer allow your facade to stand unwavering. To my fellow citizens, the power is in your hands as it always has been, seeks justice in everything you do, in every step you take. I knew what I had to do. I hope you do too” Jungkook repeated the video again, eyes glued to your face, to your words. His eyes moved to the scar of your shoulder, to the dark circles around your eyes in the video. To how beautiful you were. He watched it again. Everyone had seen it now, the whole world. Your name and your bravery had been scattered throughout every single news headline. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, brows furrowing as his ears weren’t even focusing on what you were saying in the video. His mind wandered back to that day. Two months ago. “It’s ok...” You said. “It’s ok, it’s not your fault.” Jungkook’s head was spinning. He knew what you were going to say, he knew. But he couldn’t think, his heart was racing, beating too loud in his chest, his eyes filling with tears of fear, of dread. He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t. Not you, he had said it that day in the car, not you. But the idea of losing his best friend, the man he’s known almost all his life, it stung too deep in his chest. He was torn. He couldn’t lose either of you. He just couldn’t. What was he going to do? If he brought his gun down, he lost you. If he stayed like that, he’d lose Yoongi. Life was cruel to him, he had come to that conclusion. Right there, right now. It was too painful to think, to make a decision, and he wished he could block out your voice for just a second and find a solution, find any solution. “I love you... Thank you for letting me love you, thank you so much for l-letting me love you.” Your trembling voice met his ears, pain ripping his chest in two, the quiet mornings, whispered love confessions, the tender kisses, and your laugh bouncing off the walls when Yoongi said something that made you laugh. Your warm skin, the glint in your eyes. Not you. He shook in fear, fear he’s felt only once, with you almost dying in his arms, and now it felt like everything was repeating itself. He knew Phillip would kill you without hesitation. He knew. And he shook, violently shook with the idea of seeing your lifeless body in front of him. Yoongi’s voice rang in his ear. A plead to not let you go. They all loved you. But he couldn’t make this decision. He... Was lost. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. From the corner of his eye, he saw movement behind Philip, the place where Hoseok lied unconscious, now empty. He faltered in his stance, his gaze moving to you and your eyes shutting. He quickly lifted his gun and aimed for Phillip’s head, gunshots ringing outside before he pulled the trigger, Hoseok aimed for the man holding Yoongi, a perfect shot knocking him down and Jungkook pulled the trigger. Time slowed. Gunshots were coming in from the window, wood, glass, and everything around him shattering, Phillips’s body jolting back and your body flinching as a bullet hit your waist. Jungkook quickly jumped forward to catch you and keep you down, but you were unconscious. He checked your vitals, a wave of relief flooding him as he held you low, crawling with you further back into the house. His eyes met Hoseok's behind the couch. He had a hand over a wound on his side. He looked at Jungkook, panting in pain as things flew and broke all around them. “Control room.” He indicated, and they crawled, pulling you along with them to the control room. Once you were all inside, Jungkook took two guns from his arsenal, giving them to Hoseok. “Shoot anyone that isn’t me or Yoongi.” He said as he packed himself with more guns. “Who’s shooting at Phillips men?” Hoseok questioned in a labored voice. “I don’t know, but I’ll find out.” He said, stepping out of the room and leaning against the wall, out of sight from the windows. From his place, he could see Yoongi, also with his back pressed against the wall, the dead man’s gun in his hand. Another wave of relief flooded him. He was ok, eyes softening once his friend nodded in his direction. More gunshots rang outside and fewer shots were aimed at the house. Once they caught a break, Jungkook turned the corner of the wall, aiming out the window and shooting. He had a clear sight of men outside and he took clear shots at them, knocking them down before he hid again. Yoongi did the same, turning the corner of the door and shooting at the men dressed in black, watching as some men fell from unknown bullets coming from the forest. “Someone is shooting at them!” Yoongi yelled once he hid again. Jungkook shrugging, letting him know he wasn’t aware. Soon the gunshots silenced. They remained hidden for a few more minutes, looking at each other, attention high, ready to shoot again if needed. “We leave for a few hours and you get ambushed. What the fuck, Jungkook?” A familiar voice rings from the door. Yoongi is quick to aim his gun before the face looks into the house. Taehyung and right behind him, Jimin. “Jesus, fuck, I almost shot you.” Yoongi breathed out. “Would probably have been a dream come true for you, huh?” He teased. Jungkook relaxed, looking at the men at his front door. Jimin walked in. “We took them all out, the coast is clear.” He said looking once more out the door just to be sure. “How did you know?” Jungkook questioned, quickly moving to Phillip, making sure the man was dead. “When we were leaving, we noticed five dark vans coming in your direction, decided to turn back and hide in the woods, make sure everything was ok,” Taehyung answered. Jungkook sighed, looking at them with a silent “Thank you.” “Where is Raven?” Yoongi asked and Jungkook turned on his heels, rushing to the room. A gun was quickly aimed at him and Hoseok cursed, putting it down. He crouched down in front of you, clearing the hair out of your face. “Fuck, she doesn’t look good.” He said, turning you slightly to look at your wound. “Yeah, and neither do I, motherfucker.” Hoseok argued. “You’ll live.” He breathed out. The month you spent in the hospital was a busy one. Jungkook releasing your video to the world had the news of you being alive quickly spread and as you predicted, Jefferson John was quickly put on trial. Files and contracts between him and Phillip were quickly used against him in court, as he was convicted for the murder of the President, your mother, the attempted murder of you, and finally, the murder of Clara Mckenzie. Your stay at the hospital was heavily guarded by the CIA. The only other men allowed with weapons were Jungkook and his team. Weeks of press and interviews followed you were allowed to finish up some work your father had left behind while you were there, Jungkook always silently watching you from his seat in the corner of the room. Sometimes he would scowl at the guards, rolling his eyes at them. It was amusing to you. Jungkook never left your side the whole time you recovered. You and Hoseok met when it was your walking time in the hallways, you both recovering together. It was a slow process, and Yoongi hit on every single pretty nurse and doctor he met. Surely gloating about how he had been in charge of your safety for the past two months. Eventually, you were discharged. The secret service insisting you stayed at their quarters, but you denied it, said you were done playing politics. No matter how hard they tried to convince you to run for the next election, sure you’d win. Instead, you had chosen to go back to the shattered cabin in the woods. You, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Hoseok had taken on the task of renovating it together, as a family. Taehyung and Jimin decided to unite forces and create one unit together. They came to the conclusion that staying away from each other for too long, Red Hawk and Gallaticus becoming one. They would send over alcohol when they had the chance, random bottles of cheap brandy being delivered every now and then. Jin had gone back to Seamore and continued his life there, popping by once or twice out of nowhere, triggering the motion sensors and making the boys go full-on ready for war only to see a smiling Jin with bags of groceries parking in front of the driveway, saying he had learned a new recipe that he needed us to try. Namjoon would send you paintings, not stolen ones, but ones he had made himself. Just like Jungkook, Namjoon sketched in his black little notebook and decided to bring them to life with color, and he would send over the ones he thought would be a good addition to the house. Your favorite one being of you and Jungkook seated at the couch with the rest of them all, your lips pressed to his own as the fire warmed you all up. That one hung beautifully over the fireplace. Everything settled into a safe, calm routine. Jungkook. decided that he rather have his family close, maybe take a break from the war world. Offering Yoongi and Hobi to come to live with him, with the both of you. And you were more than happy with his decision. You were all together now. You laughed at something Yoongi has said, your eyes searching for the man you loved. You found him seated at the stairs of the front porch, his phone in his hand and brows deeply furrowed in concentration, lost in his thoughts. Walking to him, to stop in front of him just before he paused the video you were tired of seeing, watching him put his phone away with a sheepish look on his face, the boy in him jumping out. You would never get over how handsome he was, even like this, sweaty, damp shirt, locks glued to his forehead, and a bottle of beer hanging from his fingers. Domestic. “What are you up to, Commander?” You asked, leaning against the wood, lifting a single brow when he didn’t answer. “Still watching that video?” You teased him. “I think he’s obsessed with you,” Yoongi added, walking towards you both and sitting right beside Jungkook, bringing his own beer bottle to his lips. “One hundred percent obsessed confirmed.” Hobi chimed in, cleaning his palms on his pants as he came in from inside. The house renovation almost over, only but a few things to fix. “Listen, I can’t help it that she sounds hot when she talks politics.” He defended himself, lifting his hands and shrugging. “And when she calls him a coward? Oof my dick twitches.” Yoongi shook his head, biting onto his lower lip and gaining a light punch from his commander. The boy complained with a low “Ouch, motherfucker.” and you couldn’t help but chuckle at them. “I like the part where she talks about being raised with hope and kindness.” Hoseok smiles wide, his softness seeping through as it always did since day one. You were found of these men, couldn’t imagine your life without them now. All seven of them. “Jesus, you tough guys are really soft for war criminals.” You teased them, lifting your nose and crossing your arms. “I can show you just how soft I am, little dove.” Jungkook blinked in your direction, voice dropping an octave. A shiver rolled down your spine. You knew that there was nothing soft about his intentions with that tone. He had shown you rather relentlessly over the last month. And the pet name was something that he never dropped, no matter how many times you had immobilized him in training. “Again, rooms? Nine of them. All you gotta do is pick one.” Yoongi complained, always ready for a witty response. “Should we do it in his room this time?” You joked, receiving a glare from the blond man. You laughed it off, tapping Jungkook on the shoulder. “Come on, big guys, we gotta get back to work, this house isn’t going to fix itself.” The men all grunted, quickly going back to work, Jungkook quickly leaning to peck your lips before he went back to help Yoongi nail more wood to the back of the house. Later that day, once you left the shower, you were standing in front of your new closet, all your clothes from before hanging there, but never to be used as you adhered to the black cargo pants and a plain shirt. Everything had gone back to normal, but you would be a changed person forever, you looked at the clothes, remembering occasions where you’ve used them before, this time the grief in your heart didn’t sit heavy, it was lighter, feeling like you had brought justice to your parents. To the brave man that was your father. And you smiled to yourself, proud of yourself. As you dried out your hair, strong arms quickly wrapped around you from behind, Jungkook resting his chin on your shoulder. He must have sensed you were thinking about them, placing a soft kiss to the curve of your neck. “I love you.” He whispered. And your heart fluttered as if it were the first time he said it. Your eyes fluttering and you rested your head back onto him. You truly loved him, the dark man that looked at you that day in that dirty, dusty room. Throwing clothed in your direction. Void of any emotion other than anger. Now he had a glint in his eyes every time he saw you, he had life inside of them, he looked happy. “I love you too.” You whispered back. Quickly letting your towel drop to your feet and turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looked down your body, tongue flicking out. He would never get used to it either, having you in his arms, to being able to see, feel, and enjoy you without worries. But here you were, the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, smartest, strongest, bravest in his arms, fully bare for him. “Commander.” You bit down on your lower lip suggestively. He took in a deep breath, the title ringing in his ear. He loved it when you called him that. “What did I say about calling me commander in front of the boys?” He slowly wrapped his arms around your small, bare frame, hands caressing up your back, goosebumps quickly littering your skin. You were truly doomed when he used that voice, low and velvety, raspy, and commanding. “I don’t remember, why don’t you remind me?” You smirked up at him, a dare in your voice. And he crashed his lips onto yours in a hungry, passionate kiss, walking you blindly to the bed where he pressed his body onto yours, forcing a whimper out of you. “I’ll remind you, little dove.” He smirked against your lips. Smirked. And he did, unfortunately for Yoongi and Hoseok. But at this point... You were sure they were used to it. The end.
Tan henne=askar eaykap, wa tan pinumma=siyeye ne, korkay iwanke ne nankor. Korkay sumsupa nok, opitta kur ya?
(This can’t be clean, and this stallion is sick, but will get healthy. Even so, fried eggs, anyone?) Poor Thunderlane, I hope he would be healthy soon, I bet the flu season was terrible this year, especially in the West from what I’ve heard. I’m glad I dodged this bullet, as has my editor (mostly).
Bonnie Tyler Drag Performance!!!