No For Real Though, Like Why Do They Do That!!! My Moms British And I’m American (she Raised Us In

I thought this was common knowledge!!! I’ve been shipping them since the FIRST MOVIE, maybe even before that!! They argue like an old married couple in some scenes!! I mean venom most def makes sure Eddie doesn’t starve (by proxy so the both of them don’t starve technically) no matter how gross the stuff he eats is lol!! And they are both, both the husband and wife in different scenarios!!! I am sure of that!!!

EDDIE x VENOM 4 LIFE!!!

Not my sister fighting tooth and nail w me that Eddie and Venom weren't gay in the movies and that I just had shipper glasses on but like... Today I proved her wrong by showing her this shit

And she caved immediately lol

She was like, "till death do they part!??? NAUR THEY'RE GAYYYYY. YOU WON, ALRIGHT YOU WIN OKAY. I thought that in the movies, those little moments were just platonic but uhhhh...." I love my sister 😂

Who is this  teacher that keeps helping him?! 😂😂

I’ve got you, babe

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jughead jones x sweet pea summary: a soft jughead upset over his drunk dad, ft. comforting sweet pea a/n: I did this sorta pre-relationship, and it’s like 1:30 in the morning and this was the first thing that popped into my head. I feared if I didn’t write it now, I never would, so I hope this is enough for you. If ya’ll have any other requests, please send them here! 

Once FP was tucked soundly into his bed, face shoved deep into the pillows, Jughead finally relieves himself of his duties and retires to the couch with a tired sigh. How close had they come? How close had he come? And stupidly, he believed that a retirement party at a bar of all things was a good idea – no matter the turn out, not matter how carefully conducted, the same result was bound to happen.

Things could’ve be mended, Jughead was sure of it. There were always so many possibilities for FP Jones, and he refused them all. All except for one.

Jughead looks to the fridge, wondering if there’s any leftover bottles in the shelves. He pulls his beanie from his head, stands, and trudges his feet along the carpet. He cleared as many empty bottles as he could from the living room table, and kitchen table, and then made his way over to pull the lever open on the fridge door.

Sure enough, another six pack nestled in the bottom corner, untouched, but surely waiting in anticipation to be drank by the drunk knocked out on the couch. Jughead peers over the window into the living room, ensuring there were no signs of his rise as he cracked them open, one by one, and tipped them upside down to drain down the sink.

While he waited for them to empty, he treated to the bathroom to brush his teeth and change into something with longer sleeves. A colourful reflection caught his attention through the bathroom window; he dropped the toilet seat down and stepped up out of curiosity.

Brilliant arrays of blues, reds and purples illuminated the tiny courtyard between the gathering of trailers. Jughead’s breath caught in his throat for a moment, wondering which Serpent could possibly be the culprit. Then, he chuckled once at the thought. A Southside Serpent unwinding his or her day with a lightshow.

After another minute of watching the lights swirl intricately, Jughead began to lower himself back to the floor before a movement pulled his attention to the door of the trailer. The figure was bent over, dark silhouette hard to make out until they stood and descended their stairs.

Jughead watched Sweet Pea carry two blue bins of recycling down into the pit, green hoodie three sizes too big for his already large frame. He jumped down from the toilet seat, quickly gathering the cans from the sink to toss into his own bin, slipping his feet back into his boots. He tried his best to keep the squeak of the door as quiet as he could as he exited, happy to see that the teen had noticed him, too.

Sweet Pea plopped onto the wooden steps of his own trailer, sliding over far enough to give Jughead enough room to join him.

“Sweets,” he greeted after sorting the empties. “What’s up with the light? You strip on the side, or something?”

“Just listening to music.”

Jughead nodded once, fingers absently folding and unfolding. “You left the Wyrm a little late. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

The step was damp, but Jughead didn’t mind. The chilling air, however, was a few degrees colder than he anticipated. “Open bar means a good time.” The Serpent replied nonchalantly. “I have a data management midterm Monday, and I need to study or I’m gonna totally bomb so I’ll be up for a while anyway. Shouldn’t you be in?” He inquired, leaning closer to bump their arms together.

Sweet Pea watched Jughead’s shoulders slump forward in defeat, raven curls falling over his already saddened eyes. There’s a brief moment where he envisioned reaching out to pull them away from his face, but quickly dismissed it.

“Long night. Tall Boy wouldn’t let the party die, so the party moved back here. Everyone’s gone now, and dad’s passed out, I was just cleaning up the trailer … ” he trailed off quietly, fidgeting the frayed threads on his sleeve.

Guilty, Sweet Pea turned his head to look down at the teen, thinking about how he had been the first to order a round of shots – one of which FP shot down whilst staring his son straight in the face. At the time, Sweet Pea hadn’t thought anything of the disappointment that shot across Jughead’s face. Thinking back now, his skin felt warm and stomach pooled nervously. “I’m sorry, Jones.” He breathed, unsure of what else he could really say.

“What? You don’t have to –”

“But I do. I … I called that first round. It completely slipped my mind that he wasn’t supposed to have anything to drink.”

Jughead dismissed it with a wave of his hand, hugging his knees up to his chest with a loud exhale. “It’s not that he’s not allowed. It was more that he said he wasn’t going to … and he did.” He began to felt his lip tremble, burning sensation building behind his closed lids as he let his face fall forward into his arms. He was careful with keeping his words clear and concise. “And I made a mistake, one he won’t let me fix, one he’s hellbent on fixing himself. All while jeopardizing everything, and for what?”

The Serpent gnawed on his inner cheek. “You wanna come in?” He offered, jerking his thumb to the half open door of his own trailer. “It doesn’t smell like booze.” He added.

Jughead didn’t even think twice before he was standing on his feet, following Sweet Pea into his home. It hadn’t been the first time he’d stayed the night, certainly wouldn’t be the last, he was sure.

He was familiar with the tweed couch, and itchy blanket, but had grown fond of the scent that lingered on the pillow Sweet Pea pulled from his own bed. But tonight he noticed that the area had been rearranged; he examined the furniture, new positions of the couch gave him a full view into the bedroom on the other side. He noticed that the lights were coming from a disco looking ball in the corner, and the gentle melody of something from Sweet Pea’s playlist came from the speaker of his phone it the other room.

“You know, if this keeps happening,” Sweet Pea gestured to outside and across the courtyard where Jughead’s own trailer sat, “My couch is always free – or my bed, if you’re here for more than a night in row.”

Jughead couldn’t help but smile. It was a thoughtful gesture, he decided, knowing that Sweet Pea was willing to offer up his own comfortability for him. From the moment he had met the Serpent, he had been shown a great deal of kindness. Or at least what he considered to be kindness, but he was sure that underneath all of the barriers and guards Sweet Pea had thrown up, there was a genuinely good hearted kid inside.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jughead mused with a smile, tucking his feet under his legs.

Sweet Pea busied himself with tidying up the rest of the space – not that Jughead cared if it were messy. Sweet Pea might have been the neatest teenage boy he knew. After a while, lights began to be flicked off, and Jughead nervously took his bottom lip between his teeth.

The Serpent noticed Jughead’s sudden change, and left the light on over the stove. He grabbed two cans of Cola from his mini fridge and wandered back over into the living room with a grin that stretched ear to ear. “Thirsty?”

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he took the can, wrapping both hands around its cold aluminum. “You don’t have to stay up with me.”

Sweet Pea shook his head, tugging half of the blanket over his thighs. “I know what dads can be like, and I know what alcoholics are like. Neither are easy to deal with.” He shrugged, leaning his frame against Jughead. “I just don’t want you to have to feel like you’ve gotta deal with that shit alone anymore.”

Jughead finally lifted his eyes to meet Sweet Pea’s, a look of wonderment taking over his features. There was something about his hooded lids and dark lips that felt so dangerously inviting, Jughead had to force himself to swallow back the lustful thoughts of surging forward to capture them with his own.

Oh, how he wondered what they’d taste like.

Sweets, not oblivious to Jughead’s hesitation, placed a comforting hand over his knee and squeezed tightly in reassurance, “A Serpent never stands alone. I’ll take care of you. You took care of us.”

A moment of silence hung between them. Uncertain of what he should say, Jughead placed his Cola on the coffee table and turned to face Sweet Pea. Then, he threw his arms over the Serpent’s shoulders and pulled him close, breathing in the leftover cologne from the retirement party. And there was no moment of hesitation when Sweet Pea’s arms returned the gesture, winding tightly around his waist to hold him close, tightly enough as though he were holding him together.

And in that long singular second, the bond that had been formed between the two teens solidified; there were now feelings of mutual respect, a foundation of trust, and perhaps even a ground of understanding.

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please, please and please.

WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

Finally made the rec list I’ve always wanted to make ...

Some of my favorite pairings …

Draco/Harry

Blaise/Draco

Blaise/Harry

Blaise/Theo

Tom/Harry

Triads/Multi

Rare Slash Pairs (including Blaise/Lee, Blaise/Colin, Blaise/Zacharias, Tom/Blaise, Theo/Piers, Theo/Regulus, Theo/Harry, Theo/Remus)

Some interesting tropes:

Thrown into Alternate Dimension

Time Travelling Involved

Severitus

Slytherin!Harry

Harry Didn’t Attend Hogwarts AU

Gym "buddies"

Izuku's life changes the moment All Might gives him his gym membership card; he assures him he doesn't need it anymore (he's retired after all) and wants him to use it instead.

Izuku is a quirkless young man whose job is making support gear and suits for pro heroes, however, since he often wears them and tries them himself, he likes to keep himself in good condition. So far, he's been training at home, but now he has the opportunity to go to a proper gym.

He thanks the symbol of peace, hugs him, and leaves with excitement in his eyes.

However, his enthusiasm vanishes when he arrives and realizes that there are only two kinds of people in that place: very rich ones and pro heroes.

And he doesn't belong to any of those groups. After a while he decides to stay since All Might even called the place to let them know Izuku was going instead of him.

He can't disappoint him now.

Nervous, he looks around only to see Uravity and Pinky talking happily to each other; part of Izuku wants to get closer to them and ask for an autograph, but he decides to control himself.

It's not like any of them could recognize him; the pro heroes don't have the time to go in person and ask for repairs to the support department, instead, they send assistants or people who work in their respective agencies to leave the suits.

Of course, there are exceptions, there always are.

"Midoriya!"

Izuku gets slightly startled as he notices Ingenium, waving at him before walking towards where he is.

He's one of the few heroes who has met Izuku.

"Ingenium-san, hi!"

"Please, we've talked about this, just call me Iida."

He nods, cheeks turning slightly pink as he notices the pro heroes around looking at them both with curiosity.

He relaxes as soon as Iida starts talking with him, asking about his job in general and answering Izuku's enthusiastic questions about his latest missions; he's used to those already.

The next day, Uravity introduces herself and upon realizing Izuku has worked on her hero suit, she starts looking at him with admiration and awe; he doesn't think there's anything about him worth admiring, but he doesn't point that out.

He gets to know a lot of pro heroes at that gym and none of them have tried to kick him out so far, even though he doesn't quite belong there.

Izuku's first week is amazing, and he believes there's nothing that can change his mind about it until the second week.

Turns out Dynamight goes to that gym too.

Actually, he's one of the current pro heroes Izuku admires the most, so Izuku is tempted to get closer at first, until he notices the explosive hero has been staring at him the whole time since he arrived.

He can't read the blond's expression, but he assumes Dynamight doesn't like him that much so Izuku decides to keep his distance from him.

He chooses a treadmill that's at the other side of the room to get started. Izuku takes a deep breath, relaxes, and closes his eyes for a few seconds until he hears someone pressing buttons on the treadmill next to him.

He almost falls off when he notices Dynamight. However, Izuku recovers quickly and decides to pretend nothing happened.

Although he swears he can feel the blond's red eyes on him the whole time.

After a while, he goes to one of the leg press machines before he notices that Dynamight is following him closely.

"You work for Hatsume."

Alright, now that he's talking to him, Izuku can't keep pretending he doesn't exist so he turns around to face him. The guy is not only taller but clearly stronger than him.

"Yes, I'm–"

"Midoriya Izuku, I know," Dynamight cuts him off, looking like he didn't mean to. His face turns a little bit pink.

"How do you know that?" He blurts out, genuinely curious.

The pro hero starts rubbing the back of his neck like he's nervous, and he looks away from Izuku for a moment before answering his question.

"I go to her lab often because I like to know exactly what's done to my suit," he admits. "I saw you for the first time a few months ago; Hatsume told me she had a new, very talented employee and that he was the one working on my gauntlets. I got closer to ask you personally what the hell you were doing to my stuff, but you were so happily focused I couldn't... interrupt you."

Izuku notices then, the fond smile curling up the corners of Dynamight's lips, and he regrets glancing at him because he looks very handsome when he actually smiles.

"Uhh..."

"I kept going after that, but you were always so focused on your work you never noticed me," the pro hero continues, pouting a bit. He's so used to the attention he probably doesn't like when he doesn't get it.

"I'm sorry, Dynamight-san..."

"I'm Katsuki, and I want you to call me by my name, Izuku."

His own name on the pro hero's lips sounds so intimate, Izuku blushes immediately. It's even worse when Katsuki notices and smirks at him.

"Ka..." Even trying it makes him feel flustered, so of course he immediately screws it. "Kacchan!"

The pro hero looks back at him in confusion and Izuku is seriously thinking about giving All Might his membership back and never going back to that place when Katsuki chuckles as he puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Fine, you can call me that if you want."

After that Katsuki always follows him whenever he's in the gym at the same time Izuku is; he even helps him when Izuku struggles to figure out new machines and makes a very intense workout routine for him.

Izuku is sure they're very good friends now, and he often laughs at his past self for believing Katsuki hated him.

He used to think he had a bad temper, but turns Bakugo Katsuki is a very sweet guy, although Izuku knows it's better not to say that out loud.

The most surprising thing about pro hero Dynamight is that he's rather clumsy, which is really weird considering he's so precise during his battles (Izuku has watched a few of those) but at the gym he's constantly dropping things and bumping into machines, especially when Izuku has his back on him and bends over to do a particularly difficult exercise.

It's so odd.

He hears a noise behind him and turns around only to find Katsuki on the floor, face red and a little bit of blood coming from one of his nostrils.

"Kacchan, are you alright?"

"He's fine, Midobro!" Kirishima grins, looking quite amused.

"What happened?"

"He got distracted by your... leggings."

Izuku looks at Red Riot in confusion before looking down at his legs; the leggings are not that bright, they're dark red and not flashy at all. He wonders what was that interesting about them that got Katsuki distracted.

"I see that leg day has been really good on you, bro," Kirishima points out, following Izuku's eyes. "You have very thick–"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, SHITTY HAIR!" Katsuki growls, rising from the ground before standing in the middle of Izuku and Kirishima. "Do you want to die?"

"Calm down, Bakubro!" Kirishima chuckles, looking quite relaxed. He's probably used to the other pro hero's displays of irritation. "I'm just being nice to our friend!"

"Fine!" Katsuki says, but he still pushes Izuku behind himself even more, although he does it gently.

***

After an intense workout routine, Izuku ends up on the floor, exhausted. A hand touches his forehead as a big shadow looms over him for a moment.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, just give me a second, Kacchan."

The same hand appears in front of him, and Izuku wakes it without hesitation. Before he can even blink, he's back on his feet already.

Katsuki hands him a bottle of cold water.

"Thank you!" It's been barely a month, but it feels like Katsuki has known him his whole life.

Sometimes it's like he can hear Izuku's thoughts.

"Come, nerd. I'll take you to your apartment."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I have time today."

Katsuki also pays him quick visits to Hatsume's lab, and he actually stays there and talks to him. Izuku takes his break whenever he appears.

"I'm glad you finally decided to talk to your crush," Hatsume tells him the first time the pro hero draws Izuku's attention by saying his name. "It was a bit sad to watch you pine and give him the heart eyes in silence."

"SHUT UP!"

"Kacchan, relax," he chuckles, as he notices him turning bright red at the young woman's words. "She's just joking!"

Because there's no way that's true. Hatsume probably just wants to piss Katsuki off. He'd never look at Izuku with love in his eyes.

It's ridiculous.

Usually, Hatsume doesn't like having pro heroes there, but she makes an exception with Katsuki because he helps them test new gear, especially the magnetic shields she has designed for some heroes.

Besides, she likes watching things explode.

Although the number of times Katsuki is there has led to some of Izuku's coworkers getting the wrong idea about them.

Even the pro heroes at the gym ask Izuku the weirdest questions every now and then.

"We're more like... gym buddies?" Even that sounds odd coming from his mouth, Izuku has no idea why.

"I think you're saying gym boyfriends wrong, sweetie," Ashido chuckles, prompting Kaminari to laugh too.

It's a good thing Katsuki is on patrol that day; he would've gotten mad.

"No, I'm serious," Izuku says, turning bright red. "We're just friends!"

"Wow, Bakugo is an idiot," Kaminari gives Ashido a weird look.

"He totally is!" She agrees. "Anyone could try to steal this cutie if he doesn't hurry up!"

Izuku wants to tell them that their relationship is not like that, but it seems that no matter what he says they're not going to change their minds; they seem to believe Katsuki is secretly in love with him or something.

He has no idea why.

***

Izuku meets pro hero Shoto one Thursday evening; he just finished his work and headed straight to the gym.

When he sees him, he gets immediately flustered. It's not every day one gets to meet Japan's number two pro hero after all.

"Hi. I don't think I have ever seen you before."

Pro hero Shoto is very blunt sometimes.

"I've been coming here since September... so, yeah, I'm practically new here," Izuku smiles, prompting the pro hero to do the same. "I'm Midoriya Izuku!"

"Oh," finally, something akin to recognition in those mismatched eyes. "I've heard your name before. You fixed my suit last time it got destroyed by a villain, right?"

"Yes, that'd be me!"

"You did a great job. I was very impressed."

"Thank y-you, pro hero Shoto!"

"Please, call me Todoroki or just Shoto, if you want."

"Izuku!" Katsuki calls as soon as he walks in the gym. "Come here, I need to bench press you right now!"

He does that a lot lately; he uses Izuku instead of the very expensive equipment around, Katsuki assures him it's better that way, but he's not sure about that.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Todoroki comments then. "There's plenty of things you can use instead of Midoriya."

"What the hell are you doing here, half and half?"

"Toya and the old man got into a fight again," he says like it's nothing that surprises him anymore. "They were in our private gym when it happened, so it's destroyed now. It'll take a couple of days for the people we called to leave it as it was before. That's why I'm here."

Izuku is sure Todoroki doesn't say it to show off, but now he gets an idea of how rich he actually is.

He's so impressed he doesn't notice Katsuki until he's in front of him, almost like he wants to shield him from the other pro hero.

"Come with me, Izuku."

Todoroki looks from one to the other with curiosity.

"Is it really better if you try it with a person?" He asks before looking over Katsuki's shoulders, directly at Izuku: "Can I bench press you too, Midoriya?"

"FUCK OFF, HALF AND HALF!"

***

Todoroki becomes a good friend of his; he keeps coming to same gym as Izuku even after the one in his house is complete again.

Although, Katsuki gets a bit tense whenever he the three of them hang out; Izuku is not sure why, Ashido assured him they were in good terms, sure they're rivals, but they are also friends.

"Do you like half and half?"

"Absolutely, he's a great friend!"

"I don't mean it like that, nerd," Katsuki gets slightly irritated, as he usually does when Izuku doesn't understand what he's trying to say. "I mean if you like him... romantically."

"Oh!" Izuku blushes; he doesn't talk about romance around the pro hero... ever, so he gets a bit nervous, well, it's actually because the one he finds very attractive is Katsuki, but he's not going to say that. "No, I only see Todoroki as a friend."

Katsuki relaxes after that; they finish their routines like nothing happened, but the tension comes back to his shoulders after they take a shower and get ready to leave the gym.

Looking down at the floor instead of him, Katsuki takes one of Izuku's hands in his to stop him.

"What is it, Kacchan?"

"Would you like to go for a coffee with me?"

"Of course, although we usually do that!"

This time, Katsuki looks into his eyes before continuing: "No, I mean... as a date."

For a second, Izuku thinks he's dreaming, but he wouldn't blush that much in one of his dreams; he's usually more confident.

"Yes, I'd love to!"

Katsuki gives him one of those happy, devastating smiles of his before intertwining their fingers together.

Izuku needs to call All Might and thank him for that membership again, but he'll probably do that later.

He has to focus on his date with Katsuki first.

***

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Raijack Fic Recs

HELLO FELLOW RAIJACK SHIPPERS I COME BEARING FICS.

These are all oneshots, and most of them are from livejournal circa 2006-ish (with the exception of the last one). I didn’t really feel like wading through the mountains of crap on fanfiction.net ahaha someone braver than I will have to do that. All of these are rated T or lower and there’s no real warnings that apply to any of them. Sorry for the lack of smut but there’s enough fluff in some of these to give a carebear cavities so.

Also just a disclaimer, I didn’t write any of these (but the last one is set in one of my AUs so??? idk).

Paradoxical - Jack captures Rai and they have a chat.

In The Moment -  In the moment: that was all it was summed up to be.

Theme Song -  He had to wonder if he really did love Raimundo a little too much… enough to make them - as in a couple - a theme song anyway.

Ten O’Clock News - Jack watches the news.

Soda - Jack wakes up in the middle of the night and wants a soda.

Vampire!Jack and Rai thing - Jack is the worst vampire ever and Rai tries to help.

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The original post only has US helplines. I've added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.

Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453

UK Helplines:

Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail jo@samaritans.org

Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111

Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: info@mind.org.uk

Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 legal@mind.org.uk

b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: help@b-eat.co.uk

b-eat youthline (for under 25's with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)

Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: helpline@cruse.org.uk

Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600

Drinkline: 0800 9178282

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail info@rapecrisis.org.uk

Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight

India Self Harm Hotline: 00 08001006614

India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669

Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868, Free and available 24/7

suicide hotlines;

Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430

Australia: 13-11-14

Austria: 01-713-3374

Barbados: 429-9999

Belgium: 106

Botswana: 391-1270

Brazil: 21-233-9191

Canada: 1-800-448-3000

China: 852-2382-0000

(Hong Kong: 2389-2222)

Costa Rica: 606-253-5439

Croatia: 01-4833-888

Cyprus: 357-77-77-72-67

Czech Republic: 222-580-697, 476-701-908

Denmark: 70-201-201

Egypt: 762-1602

Estonia: 6-558-088

Finland: 040-5032199

France: 01-45-39-4000

Germany: 0800-181-0721

Greece: 1018

Guatemala: 502-234-1239

Holland: 0900-0767

Honduras: 504-237-3623

Hungary: 06-80-820-111

Iceland: 44-0-8457-90-90-90

Israel: 09-8892333

Italy: 06-705-4444

Japan: 3-5286-9090

Latvia: 6722-2922, 2772-2292

Malaysia: 03-756-8144

(Singapore: 1-800-221-4444)

Mexico: 525-510-2550

Netherlands: 0900-0767

New Zealand: 4-473-9739

New Guinea: 675-326-0011

Nicaragua: 505-268-6171

Norway: 47-815-33-300

Philippines: 02-896-9191

Poland: 52-70-000

Portugal: 239-72-10-10

Russia: 8-20-222-82-10

Spain: 91-459-00-50

South Africa: 0861-322-322

South Korea: 2-715-8600

Sweden: 031-711-2400

Switzerland: 143

Taiwan: 0800-788-995

Thailand: 02-249-9977

Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800

Ukraine: 0487-327715