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Sam and Daniel always like ( ˘ ᵕ˘(˘ᵕ ˘ )
#stargate#sg-1#stargateedit#daniel jackson#samantha carter#michael shanks#amanda tapping#s1#ep1#ep2#1.1#1.2#***edits#'sam and daniel are just friends' sam and daniel have been wearing each other as a blanket since their first meeting#love love love how it was daniel who was the swooning damsel and it was sam who was the big brave warrior#it works so well for her as a person (protective)#and her profession (protect the civilian at all costs)
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— LIVIN IN YOU
SUMMARY : dean actually loves reading. it should have been obvious what he’d enjoy reading the most. he doesn’t hate all books. he likes fun ones, ones with spice and romance.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS : nsfw(18+), smut, smutty thoughts, fluff, sub!dean, dom!reader
WORD COUNT : 4.9k
A/N : title from a song by radio company. I was doing research on erotic novels for this and Bared to You by Silvia Day was the first book that popped up so I started reading it as research and planned to read only one chapter. It was all I was gonna include but I ended up liking it, and finished it lmaooo X
Dean couldn’t sleep. His bed was too empty, too cold. He moved around trying to find a comfortable position to finally fall asleep in, before he groaned and stared up at the ceiling thinking of what to do to put himself to sleep.
Y/N was out really late with Cas and Jack getting dinner since Cas and Jack went out on a hunt together and succeeded. Dean had just showered and eaten when they came back and Jack was starving so Y/N kissed Dean goodnight and went to take Jack and Cas for a late night dinner.
He chuckled shyly to himself as his brain suggested something. He looked around for his headphones and then searched in his box where he had his porn. Y/N didn’t look inside because she wasn’t interested in it—having him and all that was her reasoning. He hasn’t looked at his porn in years but he still liked collecting it anyway and Y/N didn’t mind that he did.
He finally found what he was looking for at the bottom of the box, beneath the Busty Asian Beauties magazines he had. He was paranoid and embarrassed about the thought of Y/N finding this out. It was a book he hadn’t read when he first got it. He and Cas had gone to the library years back and he was looking for something to teach Cas about sex while Y/N and Sam stayed back at the Bunker, cooking.
Dean led Cas to the erotic novels sections at the bookstore in town and he started to pick random books for him to read, from LGBTQ+ to heterosexual couples, monogamy to polyamory, BDSM, and more. Even Dean learned a few new things and they made him realise how right Rowena was when she said he was “sheltered”.
Dean sat, cross-legged, in the middle of his bed and kept his sheets on his lap to keep him warm. He plugged his headphones into his phone and let Led Zeppelin play quietly as he tried to focus on the words of the book. He was shy about reading it, so he was barely on chapter six of the book titled Bared to You. It was intense and straight to the point while all at once being a slow burn.
The main character, Eva, reminded him a little of Y/N with her wit and stubbornness, while the love interest, Gideon Cross, reminded him of himself if he were rich and more intense.
He wanted to skip straight to the sex scenes, but since it was surprisingly good, he decided against it. Once he’d started reading it—thinking he’d fall asleep quickly a few days ago, he found himself enthralled and captivated page after page as if he hadn’t had much more intense and creative sex with Y/N at least every night and morning.
He enjoyed the book more by imagining it was him and Y/N as Gideon and Eva. It could at least explain the blush that flared up his neck to his ears and cheeks, and the way his cock stiffened and swelled inside his black boxers.
He never touched himself, he just kept reading the fucked up relationship between Eva and Gideon, grateful that—as fucked up as he and Y/N were, they didn’t have something as complicated or toxic as them.
He wasn’t very good at talking about his feelings or his troubles, but he got there eventually as he processed events. Y/N didn’t push, she was just there—waiting for him, and never complained. She trusted him and she was kind, which helped to make her trust him. It was easier since she knew how to handle her own emotions despite how powerfully she felt them. So much about her made him feel safe enough to feel whatever he was feeling without being judged, invalidated, or forced to talk about it.
He didn’t always tell her he loved her in the traditional sense—through words, but he hoped—when he kissed her, when he made love to her, when he cooked for her, when he held her hand, when he smiled at her, and everything else he did—that she knew it was his way of saying it when it was too much to say out loud.
The book wasn’t very long and it was occasionally real to him. He sometimes related to Gideon and Eva, to their trauma, the feeling of being undeserving of love, the fear of vulnerability and intimacy, the inadequate feeling self-hate caused, disgust, and using sex as a coping mechanism. Now, when he had sex, it was because of surges of love and lust from how kind and tender Y/N was with him.
He didn’t feel used or objectified by her, he didn’t feel good about himself only during sex. He felt loved, worshipped, beautiful, and worthy with every press of her lips on his freckled skin, with every movement of her hands on his body, with the adoring words whispered into his mouth, against his skin. He felt it outside of the bedroom when she gazed at him lovingly when he talked about anything at all—and there was a special little glint when he gushed about cowboys. He felt it when he ate and caught her looking at him already with warm and amused eyes, when she cooked and fed him, praising him and complimenting him for looking cute as he ate. He felt it when she listened and kept her eyes on him like he was the only one in the room worth looking at, the way she hung on his every word, and how she was kind to him despite all the hurt she’s felt. She was everything. There wasn’t a single moment he’s spent with her where he hasn’t felt it.
So, even though the story did stress him out sometimes, he liked comparing Gideon and Eva to himself and Y/N. It made him feel proud of their relationship and good about himself because Gideon was really frustrating to him—and yes, Dean was aware how he keeps stuff to himself as well. However, he had never inflicted such anguish on Y/N by doing so, and he can’t keep it inside very long when Y/N makes him open up like a flower when it’s kissed by the sunrise. It’s not forced, he’s not pressured, it's just natural that he does so, bending to her tender will.
He already knew, years ago, when he started to love her. But the moment he actually let it take him over was when he was fresh out of hell, when they stood by his car in the cold, outside that barn where they hid Anna from Uriel and Cas. And he knew he was done for when she looked at him like he was everything, even as she confessed to knowing what he’d done in hell, when he realised that it didn’t alter or affect her feelings for him.
His walls were obliterated as if they were hit by a meteor when she kissed him, when she stole his breath for the first time, when she touched him so tenderly. When he felt her naked skin against his for the first time, and she quietly chanted his name over and over when he claimed her inside the backseat of his car. He was devastated by the gentle caress of her touch, by her soft panting breaths as he teased her, by the taste of her, by the way she tasted him. He felt beautiful—like a star after its death—when he was inside her that night for the first time, when he’d made love to her like he’d never loved anyone else.
He’d always known she was the only person he’d truly love after that Djinn made her his girlfriend in the wish-dream many years ago. When he told her he loved her in that dream-state and as he said them, he thought to himself that those words were only for her, he swore to himself that he’d never say them to anyone.
He’d gotten to chapter thirteen in a breeze and he was still invested in the story. There was so much drama going on between the characters and he was blushing—not just from how hot the sex was, but because he was embarrassed that he actually liked the book.
Just as he got to another sex scene he shuddered when he felt a little draught and he jumped when he looked up and saw Y/N standing with the door open. She looked like she’d been caught, she was frozen and blinked at him with confusion and surprise.
Immediately, he closed the book and turned it onto its back to hide the cover, then removed his headphones. She relaxed and smiled softly at him, “I thought you’d be asleep.” She stepped forward, her eyes filled with love as she reached out for his face. He stared up at her with a deep blush on his face, he was anxious to be discovered by her, but he closed his eyes when her fingertips gently brushed across his cheeks.
“Couldn’t sleep without you,” he murmured and opened his eyes, glancing up at her through his thick lashes. Her smile widened slightly and she cupped the side of his jaw, letting him rest his breathtaking face in her soft palm.
“I’m here now,” she whispered. He smiled softly, lifting his hand to hold her wrist and moved it to his mouth so he could kiss her pulse. “Let me get cleaned up, I’ll be right back.” He nodded gently, closing his eyes when she leaned down to kiss his forehead. He leaned into her with a content smile, then offered his lips to her when she pulled away. A single press of her warm mouth on his made his lips tingle, but he let her walk away, and licked his lips as he watched her leave his room. He let himself bask in the aftermath of her tenderness for a few seconds. He just stared at the door she exited from, his eyes drifting away little by little as he bit his lip, deep in thought. Thinking of her—naked, mostly.
Shortly after, he made quick work of hiding his book where it had been and returned his headphones to where they were before as well. He sighed and threw his phone on the wooden bedside table carelessly. He felt a bit of adrenaline at the thought of being discovered and arousal from having been fantasising sexual encounters with Y/N.
Still, he innocently returned to his spot on the bed. He moved beneath the warm sheets of his bed—sitting, and rubbed his eyes when he heard his bedroom door opening again. Y/N was standing there for a while, smiling at the way he rubbed his eyes before she entered. She quietly closed the door behind her and walked towards him, “what were you doing before I interrupted you?”
He stared at the black shirt she wore. It was his Led Zeppelin shirt with a grainy black and white image of a zeppelin and orange coloured words. He smiled at how big it fit her—like a minidress. His adoring, honeydew eyes fell to her bare legs and her blue ankle socks with white clouds, to the grey slippers on her feet.
She climbed onto the bed and he bit his lip, shyly looking at his hands, “listening to music and reading some book about wraiths. It was interesting, so, uh, I couldn’t fall asleep after all,” he lied and she chuckled. She still raised a brow as she inspected his flushed state, and moved the sheets to straddle him, unaware that he was hard. He exhaled shakily when she sat back on his thighs and his hands flexed on her legs as she rested her arms on his shoulders. “How’d it go with Jack and Cas?” He cleared his throat and held her hips, hoping to change the subject even though he only wanted to pull her onto his cock.
“Good,” she murmured, “Jack wanted a burger, milkshake, and some fries.” She smiled down at him, then kissed his lips softly oblivious to the way it only fueled his lust. His eyes fluttered shut and he hummed softly. “Cas was just sitting there all stiff, but he relaxed a little when Jack started to ask questions about how all of the food they served was made.” She cupped his face in both of her hands, feeling his ticklish stubble on her palms and the heat of his blush. “You’re warm, are you okay?”
She sounded concerned and she brushed her lips against his forehead to see if he was sick. He only nodded to reassure her he was fine and captured her lips with his in a needy kiss. He brought her hips forward, finally letting her know what was going on down south. She gasped against his mouth at the friction against her clit and he groaned softly at the sound of it, tightening his grip.
“A book on wraiths made you hard?” She teased breathlessly, her eyes fluttering shut when he kissed the corner of her mouth. Her heart rate picked up with excitement and her skin started to get warm with the rush of blood through her body.
“Shut up,” he murmured, kissing across her jaw, nibbling gently on her jawline. He trailed his opened mouth down her neck, his tongue sliding against her soft skin, tasting her and breathing in the fruity scent mixed with the aroma of flowers in her soft hair. “I was thinking of you,” he told her, his voice deep and husky, it made her pussy quiver.
“What about me?” She whispered, her fingers buried in his short hair. He slowly moved his hands up her back beneath the shirt she wore and brought his mouth up to her lips, but he didn’t kiss her.
“The first time I was inside your tight, hot, wet little cunt,” he growled, taking a moment to see her reaction.
“Dean,” she gasped, her stomach fluttering with excitement. Pleased with her response, he pressed his lips against hers, passionate and thrilled with a newfound confidence. He pulled the shirt up and off her body quickly. Her hands returned to his hair to tug at the short strands, drawing out little grunts from him that went straight to her clit. He didn’t give her much time to catch her breath, instantly returning to her lips once he removed the shirt, not that she needed air as she robbed him of his own oxygen with the depth and passion of her returned kiss.
He gently prodded at the seam of her lips with his tongue and she opened up to him swiftly, a sudden neediness controlling their actions. He could taste chocolate on her tongue when he licked into her mouth, savouring the flavour of the milkshake she must have ordered as his fingers toyed with the hem of her panties. He felt his skin electrify when she moaned at the gentle strokes of his hot tongue.
“I wanna make you come,” he whispered against her lips. He pulled her closer, her breasts squeezed against his broad chest which was covered in a black Henley. The cotton rubbed against her breasts deliciously and made her nipples tighten. He turned her over onto her back with his arms around her waist and he watched her chest rise and fall with each breath she took.
He looked down at her, seeing her shiver now that she wasn’t warmed by his body heat and took a moment to admire as she laid naked beneath him. His eyes drifted away from her pink cheeks to look at her full breasts, down her slightly concaving stomach, and finally her pink underwear. His hands flexed on her thighs, slowly rising to her hip bones where her underwear was resting.
“Take me,” she whispered, reaching over to lift his shirt up off him as well, “however you want,” she told him quietly. He groaned softly at her words, quickly taking his shirt off to do as she clearly wanted him to. She stared up at him with wide eyes that swallowed him whole like beautiful, hungry black holes.
“Whatever you say, angel,” he murmured, looking away from her blushing face fro a few seconds just to remove his boxers. Like him, she’d looked away from his face to watch him strip completely, her little tongue dipping out to moisten her dry lips at the sight of his stiff cock. He looked up at the right moment, caught her quite literally salivating at the sight of his dick leaking at the tip. “Wanna taste?”
That was usually her line, when he’d stare at her glistening folds debating on whether to fuck her already or eat her out. Unlike him, she’d say it bashfully. She’d move his attention away from between her legs because she was just like that sometimes. He adored her to pieces with every fibre in his body.
As she crawled over to him, he sat back on his legs, his hands stretched out behind him as his cock bobbed with excitement. His eyes were on her, right where they belonged, watching her lower herself slightly and very teasingly dipped her tongue into his slit, tonguing away his precum. His breath hitched and his hands fisted the sheets, his hips instinctively moving upwards.
“Yummy,” she said playfully, moving up his body. He stared at her with parted lips, panting as his cock ached for attention, but her hands slid up his thighs and stayed there.
“Please,” he moaned impatiently. She blinked at him once, a little smile on her face making her even more irresistible. She shifted slightly, but his eyes were glued on her as she slowly trailed her fingertips up his cock. She became flustered and averted her gaze to his lips, leaning forward just a bit when he became a little too intense to stare at. Dean felt his lips tingle as they brushed against hers, but he let her have control, let her tease him by refusing to just kiss him senseless.
Her touch was teasing, light and slow as she moved her hand up and down at last. Her thumb swiped over the slit, spreading the warm precum that had started to bead out, her mouth watering at the sight. But instead of continuing to tease him, she moved onto his lap, pulled away from his face to guide his cock to her soaked entrance. And just with the sensation of her warmth around the tip, he whined.
The sound made her insides quiver and she cursed under her breath, a little smirk tugging at her lips. His hands clasped her thighs painfully, the tortuous way she slid down the length of him made him roll his hips up impatiently. The breath she took had caught in her chest at how good it felt to be this close to him once again.
Her lips were on his again, at last, swiftly aiding the passion that made her tummy warm, that made his body burn with so much heat he felt like a sun had started to burn inside of him. He loved it. Being loud on purpose. Losing himself in her completely and giving in, letting her take control and please him the way only she knew how to do.
A loud moan slipped past his lips, into her loving mouth when she sat fully on his lap. The way she tightened around him after each sound spurred him on. His hands moved up her sides, grasping tightly at her hips, hoping to mark her skin as he tugged her forward, fervently giving himself pleasure.
“Just wait,” she murmured against his lips, pulling away to push his shoulders until he was lying down on his back. He whined in response, bratty—cutely refusing to stop. His head tipped back, letting his body relax into the bed while he lifted his hips up, his lips parting to vocalise more of his pleasure. “You’re so fucking pretty,” she chuckled breathlessly, staring down at him—utterly enraptured by his impatience and his determination to make himself feel good.
“Need to cum so ba-Fuck!” He screwed his eyes shut when she lifted herself up and roughly slammed back down. She smiled and laughed, slightly amused and then leaned forward to kiss him, his eyes barely starting to open, only to flutter shut again when he got lost in her kiss.
“You’re so fucking desperate, D,” she teased, her lips brushing against his hairline. A whine from him at her words showed her that he liked it and she moaned in response, continuing to ride him as eagerly as he wanted her to.
His eyes were fixated on hers, heavy with lust, pupils dilated with both love and desire. The way she lifted herself with such agility tore more sounds of pleasure from his throat, deep and rumbling groans that came from within his chest and made her smirk smugly at him. It was so hot, it drew so much arousal from her that lifting herself up and down was embarrassingly smooth, the squelching sound of her pussy being filled by his cock echoed around his room and made his moans get louder.
His grip on her hips tightened, blunt nails digging into her flesh, his back arching from how rough she was fucking him, giving him so much pleasure he thought he’d explode. “Fuck, baby, ‘m so close,” he moaned. His mind was hazy, his skin burning hot and sensitive so that even the way she dug her nails into his chest added to his pleasure. He loved being on the bottom, more than he’d like to admit.
“I could cum just listening to you, Dean,” she panted, leaning over him slightly, one of her hands clutching the pillow his head rested on. She changed the angle of her hips, her clit rubbing against his pelvis, her other hand slid up his chest, wrapping around his throat and squeezing gently.
“Shit,” he gasped, his hips bucking upwards.
“You’re so kinky,” she chuckled, “how about you just cum already, D?” She clenched around him, a gasp slipping past his lips. He shook his head, his teeth digging into his plump bottom lip to hold back another moan, his stomach tightening as he tried holding back his orgasm. “Fine,” she chuckled, grinding down on him to stimulate her clit until he was whining, bringing herself closer to the edge as he squirmed beneath her.
“Oh… fuck,” he moaned loudly, his orgasm washing over him before he could even stop it. An arousing look contorted his face as he came, quick curses and whispers of her name puffing past his parted lips that left his mouth and lips dry, making him look so beautiful.
“That’s right, D,” she chuckled, biting her lip to muffle a moan when she felt the warmth of his cum inside her. She started to lift herself up and down again, hard and fast until she reached her own orgasm, her velvety walls squeezing him tightly, and he took it despite how sensitive he was starting to get.
He let her finish, his fingers bruising the flesh of her hips until she stopped shuddering completely. Her entire body turned to jelly, a little smile growing on her lips, gazing at each other in the slight darkness of his room. Only one lamp allowed him to see the state she was in, flushed and a little sweaty like him.
Her gentle eyes swept over his face, watching neutrally as he sat up tiredly, a languid smile on his face when their breaths became normal again, “I didn’t expect that,” he murmured hoarsely, brushing her hair to the side and kissing her cheek. She relaxed in his arms, placing a little kiss on his lips before resting her cheek on his shoulders.
“Y’know I don’t believe you, right?” She mumbled against his shoulder, smirking when his hands stilled on her back. He recovered quickly, his hands continuing to venture up and down her spine, ignoring the feeling of their cum oozing out of her.
“What do you mean?” he chuckled deeply, “I didn’t plan on us having sex tonight.” He knew he sounded unconvincing, but mostly he knew that she wasn’t talking about that at all.
“What were you reading?” She asked, pulling away to analyse him. He swallowed nervously, licking his dry lips as he thought about what to say, but he still felt dazed from his orgasm that no lie to get himself out of the situation came to his mind to rescue him. “Tell me, if it gets you this worked up, I might have to give it a read,” she teased, lifting herself off him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, smacking her ass when he saw she was purposely lifting herself up slowly. She plopped down next to him, rubbing her thighs together as her pussy continued to throb with. He bit his lip gently and admired her, dragging his hand up her soft and warm thighs to reach between her legs where she was completely soaked. “I’m too embarrassed to tell you,” he chuckled, gently massaging her sensitive clit.
“That’s okay because I already know,” she whispered, moving his hand away from between her legs so she could return to his lap. His lips parted, a look of confusion and embarrassment turned his face red, his lips parting with no words being formed. “I clean your room, D, it’s not just magically without dust all the time.. Plus I’m curious about your porn, okay? Some of those ladies are crazy fine,” she chuckled, kissing him passionately.
He pulled away from the kiss, giving her a dirty look that made her laugh. “I’m going to throw them out if you say that again,” he pouted, his fingers mindlessly caressing her thighs.
“Don’t be jealous of them, you know you're my only girl, Dean,” she teased, burying her fingers into his hair and tugging him forward to give him one of the best kisses of his life. He moaned softly, his hands flexing on her thighs, instinctively bringing her closer so her body was pressed against his. He whined against her mouth, pouting at again. Her teeth dug into his plump lower lip, seductively pulling it before she let it go and smiled down at him.
She snickered when she saw the confused look on his face. “I don’t even know what that means,” he mumbled cutely, tracing a few freckles on her legs. She sighed dramatically and grinned at him, getting up to clean herself with a random hand towel he had in his drawer.
He watched her naked body move itself away from him with another pout on his face, waiting for her to look back at him. She did eventually, smirking and shaking her head. He blushed, becoming a little shy, he turned over onto his side to watch her but also to stop himself from doing things to get her attention.
She turned the water on in the sink and leaned against it to clean herself up, letting him see his work. He held his breath, heat spreading over his face like a fire in the forest, his hands clutching his pillow. His eyes were fixated on her every movement, inspecting the way she spread her folds open to clean herself thoroughly despite the sleepiness that made his eyes heavy.
“Enjoying the show?” She smirked, glancing up at him. His eyes snapped up to her face and he shrugged with a little laugh.
“Always.” She stood normally and walked towards him again, into his soft bed until she was right next to him. The towel was slightly wet, and she folded it to use a clean part on him, carefully taking his soft cock to clean him. He hissed quietly, watching her face at first, and then watching how gentle she was with her hands, reaching down to his balls to clean where their cum and her arousal had dripped down. “Round two?” He whimpered and she smirked, pulling her hands away from his dick.
“As horny as I still am, you need to sleep, baby.” Her shoulders shook with silent laughter and he nodded, a lazy smile growing on his lips. He loved this. She moved out of bed to place the dirty towel somewhere to remind herself to wash it tomorrow, and then to wash her hands before she made her way to his drawers to pick a clean pair of boxers for him and clean panties for herself.
She slipped the Led Zeppelin shirt on again and handed him the Henley he’d been wearing, but he childishly put it on the nightstand, “no, I want easy access in the morning,” he whined, stopping her from taking his boxers to him. She laughed softly, then returned their underwear to the drawer neatly.
“Does that mean I’m the little spoon tonight?” She asked, amused, taking his shirt to fold it neatly and placed it back in place. He nodded, fixing the blanket so she could join him beneath them. “Okay, pretty boy,” she murmured, smiling as she made her way to him beneath the sheets, kissing him softly and mumbling goodnight against his lips before turning around. His arm slung over her waist, a happy smile growing on his lips, snuggling closer to her warm body as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Ethan's toasts in book 1 are so underrated. Love my dramatic husband.
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Black Sails Musical Parallels | I. II. III. V. VI.
I spent a year rewatching Black Sails and tracking all the bits of music that repeated at any point during the show, and my findings are reinforcing that Bear McCreary is a genius and this show should have been called 'parallels that will kill you over and over again'* (tag | chronological)
#black sails musical parallels#I. o#black sails#sabsmade#I#II#III#V#VI#bs max#eleanor guthrie#hal gates#idelle#mr scott#1.1#1.2#1.3#1.5#1.6#mine#bear mccreary#blacksailsedit
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A Nightmare at Green Lake 18 - A Cliché Photograph
Tooth Fairy: Are you suffering from the headache again?
Z: Me? No, I’m not.
Tooth Fairy: You shouldn’t lie to a doctor.
Z: Fine. A bit, just a bit. Some warm water will help. I don’t need those … those things. I don’t dislike your tooth fairies. It’s the texture that creeps me out. I’ve tried multiple times. You know how it ended.
Tooth Fairy: Don’t worry. I have some drugs for humans. Wanna try?
That is another option for arcanists who find it hard to swallow those humanoid fairies.
Z: Oh? That’s surprising. Thank you.
Tooth Fairy: How about the future of those kids?
Madam Z casts a glimpse at the backseat and sighs.
Z: Are you talking about the deer girl, or Joshua, the troublemaker?
Tooth Fairy: You can tell me one by one. It’s a long trip back to the headquarters. We’ve plenty time to chat.
Z: Joshua will pay for what he did. Absence from duty without permission is a severe violation of the regulations. He will face a demotion and be grounded for three to five months. Of course, I’ll apply for leniency for him, but I think it won’t make much difference. We don’t have many means to help him. Vertin might be a good choice.
Tooth Fairy: You mean assigning him to Vertin’s team?
Z: Exactly. If we can make Vertin apply for that … He’ll be put through a much milder punishment. After that, he’ll be free to leave with Vertin.
Tooth Fairy: This is a good idea. How about Jessica, the deer girl?
Z: She … She needs to receive some education to become adequately socialised. Based on her result of the amended Arcanists Risk Evaluation Chart, this little girl is very dangerous. We rescued nine hostages from her cage. Three are from the film crew. The other six are from the student expedition team that went missing six months ago.
Tooth Fairy: The validity of that chart is debatable, for it doesn’t have a sufficient number of questions to draw a conclusion.
Z: Yeah, when we arrive at the Foundation, we will give her a more comprehensive test. But that doesn’t mean that she’ll get a higher grade. We all know that the amended version tends to overestimate examinees.
Tooth Fairy: Can I visit her while she’s in the Foundation?
Z: Of course, chatting with someone familiar is conductive to embracing the community. You don’t need to worry too much about her. We’ll treat her the right way. The arcanum shown on her is of a very unique kind, and she’ll be helpful in many experiments.
Tooth Fairy: That’s good. But I still have one more question.
Z: Go ahead, doctor.
Tooth Fairy: Members from the Zeno also participated in the rescue. Did you call them to come?
Z: Yeah, this should have been their responsibilities. To be more precise, all of these problems were their fault.
Tooth Fairy: Are you talking about the missing of their Youth Force?
Z: What? No. But, wait, what missing Youth Force?
Tooth Fairy: The myth that Zeno Youth Force disappeared overnight at the Green Lake Campsite. Haven’t you ever heard of that?
Z: No, never! Where did you hear that?
Tooth Fairy: Joshua told me.
Z: He is just a young man, impulsive, and can’t tell a story from a fact. Why would you believe … Never mind. Back to the business. By the end of the ‘50s, Zeno found a bunch of critters with unique appearance in the woods near the Green Lake Campsite. As they continued to investigate, they found that special moss in the woods that can trigger changes in appearance. In order to conduct further research, they built a campsite and held some camping activities as disguise from time to time. The critters mutated and evolved very fast. Meanwhile, the town prospered, and the nearby population soared. After several incidents of attacks on local residents by fled critter subjects, Zeno decided to move the campsite out of that area. That deer girl was neglected during the moving. She was left at the Green Lake and kept on secretly living there till now. Other critters that escaped have hybridised with the local breeds and hence created the new critters you’ve encountered. They more or less carry a lineage of changelings, which are very hard to deal with. But thank God, you’ve brought this girl under control.
Tooth Fairy: Jessica has been like their … friend, or leader.
Z: I think she is more like a leader, or even a master to them. Zeno conducted military training to the first batch of critters, so they are more obedient than others. Your Jessica is like … their commander. She gives orders to the critters at the bottom of the lake through a radio hidden in the remote control so that they act in precise alignment.
Tooth Fairy: … So you knew the truth of the Green Lake Campsite from the beginning?
Z: It was Zeno’s idea to clean up the mess with the Foundation. They contacted me before … Huh! If you could’ve asked me earlier, like before you departed, we wouldn’t have to go through so much trouble.
Tooth Fairy: Kids were ignorant for lack of knowledge, yet adults were ignorant for their cognitive inertia. In a story where truth and falsity are mingled together, it is hard to tell which is which.
Z: What did you say?
Tooth Fairy: Nothing, nothing important. Have you heard of what happened to my brother?
Z: Huh? Your brother? What happened to him?
Tooth Fairy: Do you know how his teeth disappeared?
Z: Ummm. I don’t want to offend anyone, but wasn’t it because of the curse of the tooth fairies?
Tooth Fairy: Heh heh.
Z: What? What are you laughing at?
Tooth Fairy: Nah, nothing. As for my brother, I will tell you more later. Hush now. Give me my camera.
Tooth Fairy turns around, leans over her seat, and presses the shutter. The children are leaning against each other and sleeping in peace. That’s the end of the horror story, which is not that horrible, though.
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Bonus update for my birthday this weekend ^^
put the panels in the wrong order. Ignore that.
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The Chilton Gallery
Season 2 Episode: Futamono
Part I: The Laptop Scene 1.2
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Scene parts: 1.1 1.2
He does that thing with his eyes <3 and it changes his expression and I need to screen it.
I have a special love for that Laptop-Chilton-on-the-couch scene.
#The Chilton Gallery#seasons#Dr.Frederick Chilton#my screens#tv#chillton#tv seires#hannibal#hannibal season 2 episode 6#part I#1.2#season2
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So, Mr Crespigney, you had developed an attachment to the missing, broken harness?
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Update on my luka pulls:
I got e2 sampo
But;
#HES HOMEEEE#HIS E1 TOO#IM SO HAPPY#WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED AND JUMPED#HEHEHEHEEEE#im gonna keep pulling for a while though so i get more of his eidolons#And maybe a 5 star? But my luck is horrible so idk#Luka hsr#honkai star rail#sampo#sampo koski#1.2#honkai star rail pulls#Max rants
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Sam and Daniel always like ( ˘ ᵕ˘(˘ᵕ ˘ ) (continued)
#where's that gif of the two hockey players skating into one another to cuddle? that's these two#stargate#stargateedit#sg-1#samantha carter#amanda tapping#daniel jackson#michael shanks#s1#ep 1#ep 2#1.1#1.2#***edits#'sam and daniel are just friends' daniel's hand goes to his dick when sam grabs him. I WILL NOT BE SILENCED
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CHAPTER 1 - page 2
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This is a thread of things that count as a body for Ethan x MC in book 1:
Private lessons variant (1.1)
The whole vending machine scene (1.2)
Ethan dovouring MC with his eyes at the bar (1.2)
MC asking Dolores if Ethan has always been that handsome variant (1.4)
"... most promising young doctors. The next generation of medicine..."/ "colossal pain in the ass" (1.5)
I'll be back with more as I replay
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Slippery Silver
Black Sails Musical Parallels | II.
I spent a year rewatching Black Sails and tracking all the bits of music that repeated at any point during the show, and my findings are reinforcing that Bear McCreary is a genius and this show should have been called 'parallels that will kill you over and over again'* (tag | chronological)
#black sails musical parallels#II. b#black sails#sabsmade#II#john silver#billy bones#james flint#captain flint#hal gates#1.2#mine#bear mccreary#blacksailsedit
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The Earth is Online Chapter 1.2
That evening, after eating a casual dinner, Tang Mo turned on the computer and logged into QQ. [1] A chat window popped up.
[Victor]: “Sorry, I've been very busy recently. I might not be able to play with you for a while.”
Tang Mo glanced at the chat record. His previous message had been sent last week and Victor had only responded just now. It seemed he really was very busy.
[Grind Sugar] (Tang Mo’s screen name) [2]: “It’s okay. In the future, when you have time again, let’s play together.”
As soon as he finished sending this message, Tang Mo turned on the bridge software. Who would have guessed, Victor by chance came online and quickly responded.
[Victor]: “Come for a round? I happen to have time now.”
[Grind Sugar]: “Okay!”
Tang Mo invited Victor to join a room and the game began soon after.
Tang Mo had already been playing bridge for five years. During his first year of university, he had a roommate who was crazy about bridge. He said that it was a very old game that tested the IQ and resolutely pulled Tang Mo in to play as well.
However, not a month had passed when that roommate went to obsess over some other thing while Tang Mo continued to quietly play, until suddenly it had been five years.
Halfway through the game, Tang Mo discovered an opportunity for a round-ending contract. His eyes flashed brightly, but before his chance to play arrived, Victor suddenly played the king of clubs. Tang Mo stared blankly. By playing this card, Victor had killed his chance to make a round-ending contract.
Had Victor made a mistake?
Bridge is a two versus two game. Tang Mo had met Victor online a year ago and the two of them cooperated with a tacit understanding. Victor was better at cards than Tang Mo. But for the last half a year, Victor had always been very busy, so much so that he hadn’t played for two months. It wasn’t impossible that he was out of practice.
Tang Mo glanced again at the points on either side and suddenly realized: “He thought it was a grand slam?” The corners of Tang Mo’s mouth hooked into a faint smile and he calmly played the card.
A short time later, the round concluded and Tang Mo opened QQ.
[Grind Sugar]: “GJ [2]. Still as good as before.”
[Victor]: “GJ.”
Tang Mo sent a smiley face.
No reply came from Victor’s side for a long time. Tang Mo guessed he had once again become too busy to chat and began another round of bridge by himself. Once he finished, he saw that Victor had sent a message: “I remember you said that there’s a black tower near where you work.”
[Grind Sugar]: “En, about 200 meters away, ba. [3] What of it?”
[Victor]: “Go there less for now. It might have some problems.”
Seeing this statement, Tang Mo suddenly thought back to the unhinged expression the spiritual weirdo wore that morning as he pointed to the Black Tower, solemnly vowing, “God is about to come.” Victor and the spiritual weirdo…
Tang Mo couldn’t help but let out a laugh. He laughed for a while, then, stifling his chuckles, sent a response: “I didn’t think you would also be a member of the ‘Black Tower is Dangerous’ faction. I only go to that area for work. It’s not possible to go less.”
Victor didn’t force him. After a few more messages, he suddenly said that an important matter had come up. The two soon after said goodbye and went offline.
The next day, when work was finished and the spiritual weirdo hadn’t come, Director Wang pulled Tang Mo aside and said with amazement, “That spiritual weirdo unexpectedly hasn’t come today? He usually punches in diligently just like us. His not coming shouldn’t be because something happened, right?”
Tang Mo: “Maybe his family has a matter.”
Director waved his hand. “Ha, what the heck? It’s better if he doesn’t come. It means we don’t have to look after him. Xiao Tang, you guys work hard for a while today. Look for time to try organizing the books in the G-section.”
Organizing books is something librarians need to do every day. This job is not at all as leisurely as outsiders think.
Xiao Zhao had a blind date that evening. The little girl was staring hard at Tang Mo. Tang Mo said, “You go first. It’s enough for me to do it alone.”
Xiao Zhao said gratefully, “Thanks, Tang Mo. I’ll help you work overtime next time.”
Tang Mo lightly nodded and said nothing.
Working overtime until ten in the evening, Tang Mo left the city library and caught the last bus.
The last bus had few people. Aside from the driver, there was only Tang Mo and one middle-aged uncle. That middle-aged uncle sat in his chair snoring. Tang Mo’s cellphone was out of battery. He propped up his chin and looked out the window out of boredom.
The many department stores in the city center were already closed at this time. The November night was utterly frigid and there were very few people out on the street. Cold, pure moonlight spilled downward. Tang Mo looked at the multitude of brilliantly twinkling variegated neon signs. As the bus turned around a bend, the massive black tower abruptly entered his line of sight.
Having looked at it for a full six months, Tang Mo, like many others, had no interest in the Black Tower, and looked at it now simply and calmly.
Suddenly, he caught sight of a small insect - or maybe a small bird. It was far off and indistinct. Beneath the moonlight, the small, dark thing flapped its wings through the air, flying toward that pitch black, humongous tower. Tang Mo watched absentmindedly as the little thing flew toward the Black Tower’s side, stupidly continued onward, and flew headlong into the Black Tower.
Just as Tang Mo saw this, the bus went around the next bend, leaving the Black Tower behind.
The name of the next stop rang out through the bus’s interior. Tang Mo’s left hand was resting on the windowsill as he considered with boredom what to eat for dinner. Suddenly, that small thing seemed to bump into something, abruptly falling from above.
His eyes opened wide and he quickly turned his head, his whole body sticking to the window so that he could look at the Black Tower. But the bus had long turned away and the Black Tower was completely out of sight.
Tang Mo’s heart raced with a “pu-tong, pu-tong,” as if it were about to jump out of his throat.
After a long time passed, he settled down.
“...It should be that I saw incorrectly, right? The Black Tower is an optical illusion created by pollution. It has no substance.”
This was the current theory that had become mainstream in society. There were many who didn’t believe it, but at the very least, the Black Tower indeed had no substance whatsoever. It obviously couldn’t be touched at all.
Tang Mo closed his eyes, wanting to forget the scene from just now, but it replayed continuously in his brain. Even up until he went to bed, he was unable to forget. It troubled him for half the night. Only then did he fall asleep.
The next day when he woke, it was already seven thirty. Tang Mo rushed to get out of bed and brush his teeth so that he could catch the bus that came at eight o’clock sharp. He rapidly dressed, picked up his bag, and ran. But just at the instant his hand met the doorknob, the beautiful sound of flowing music suddenly began to play.
“Ding ding dang, ding ding dang…”
Astonished, Tang Mo turned his head to look. He didn’t find the source of the sound within the room. Jingle Bells continued to play. There were no lyrics, but it was a song that everyone knew.
Tang Mo listened carefully to the sound but was completely unable to locate its origin. It was as if it were coming from all directions. After a moment, Tang Mo’s body froze. Then, with speed he had never used before, he ran to the window and looked into the distance, toward the huge black tower at E-city’s center.
At the top of the huge tower, multicolored lights blinked over and over again, endlessly following the nursery rhyme’s beat. As the final “dang” fell, the lights disappeared and everything once more returned to silence and darkness.
A melodious, childlike voice spoke with that high pitch specific to a small child, resounding sharply.
[Ding dong! On November 15th, 2017, the earth went online.]
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Translation notes:
I know absolutely nothing about bridge so that section is probably translated incorrectly lmao
[1] QQ is a Chinese messaging platform like AIM or Line.
[2] Tang Mo's screen name is pronounced Mo Tang. The characters are different. For reference, Tang Mo's name is 唐陌 and his screen name is 磨糖. Since I'm mentioning it, Victor's name is printed in English for chat messages although the narrative calls him 维克多.
[2] GJ is an abbreviation for good job, in case that's not clear. It's in English in the original text. I was tempted to replace it with GG, but I play too many video games.
[3] 'En' is a casual 'yeah.' It's like the Japanese 'un.' 'Ba' is kind of a casual way to end a sentence? Although it also conveys tone. 'Ah' is another one that sometimes ends sentences. It's also dialect-based. We don't really have English equivalents which is how Naruto's 'dattebayo' (in)famously became 'believe it.' Anyway. I'll leave 'en' as 'en' in the future because I think this one is pretty easy to grasp but I'll probably translate or leave out most of the 'ba's and 'a's etc. except for where I think it's necessary for tone or pacing.
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Worn Teeth And Old Marks 02 - Empty Glass Jar
Tooth Fairy: Huh … Huh … … Humerus … and pelvis, fracture deformity … Ankle, open fracture. Blood loss … estimated to exceed…
From the looks, the unfortunate boy I hit at that time was probably under 10 years old. He was thin and small, and quite tan. Within only a few seconds, he was almost entirely weltering in blood. The tiny baby tooth was soaked in the blood, too white not to be noticed.
Tooth Fairy: … Damn.
Hands trembling. Dizzy … That’s all I felt at the time.
Tooth Fairy: … Hello. Emergency Service! I’m on …
No one would have ever expected a child to suddenly appear on the empty highway. But things just happened beyond my expectation, and it happened very quickly without any signs.
Emergency Services: According to your information, we’ll arrive as soon as possible within 50 minutes. Please be patient.
Tooth Fairy: He’s in a critical condition and can’t wait for 50 minutes …
The warm rock formations within my view and the agave of a man’s size, both demonstrated an undisputed fact - - that in the Platinum 10 Minutes, and in a desert where there was no hospital nor any medical resources, I could barely save his life with any human medical treatments.
Tooth Fairy: … Hey!! Hey!! Can you hear me!
Boy: *cough* Ouch …
Tooth Fairy: Oh … shit.
Pints of blood was pouring from every single wound. If it went on like this, in less than 30 seconds, he would go into shock from blood loss. I do have a better idea.
Tooth Fairy: Damn … damn it …!
Because of the blood, my fingertips kept slipping uncontrollably on the glass jar that I carried, and I could barely open it.
Tooth Fairy: Look up, boy, look up …
Knock the area three fingers from the lower jaw. Hold the nape gently. Stretch the throat muscles. For the first time I was so unconfident about the dosage … and also the first time to try to heal a human with tooth fairies. My arms were moving like a machine, stuffing the boy’s body with these little monsters that were dropping golden powder.
Tooth Fairy: The fifth … Yes, right … good boy … go on, swallow it.
Boy: *cough* Huh …
Tooth Fairy: Hah … Hah …
…
Tooth Fairy: … Thank goodness.
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Motel
Boy: Um …
Tooth Fairy: Please do not move. The wound on your ankle is expected to heal in thirty minutes. We’re in the motel near the highway. I will ask you a few questions. Please answer as quickly and accurately as possible. How many fingers?
Boy: Uh, hiss … you are … two?
Tooth Fairy: Please do not move. Is it day or night?
Boy: Day …?
Tooth Fairy: Good boy. Do you remember your name and age?
Boy: Jo … John. John Garcia … 13 years old. I live in the Mare Town nearby.
Tooth Fairy: Thanks for the cooperation. You could call me …
John: Hm? What’s covered around my feet … ?
Tooth Fairy: … ! Don’t!
John: Wow … ah! What … what are these?! Are they … wings? My God! The ointment has golden powder on it …
Tooth Fairy: … Please don’t worry. It’s not harmful, nor will it make you feel painful. If it’s hard to take, just close your eyes and don’t think about it. This is a motel. You could call me Tooth Fairy. It’s their name, and mine too.
John: No, this looks COOL … I’m not afraid. It feels amazing on my ankle!
Tooth Fairy: …
John: Did you save me? With that amazing … ointment?
Tooth Fairy: In fact, I caused the accident. Fortunately, I know how to heal in some way.
John: I’m sorry … Mom once warned me to stay off the highway. I just … I … my beetle … it went out to the middle of the road.
Tooth Fairy: No. You should not be the one to apologise. Your Mom is right. Please keep her words in mind.
John: I will! I just … hiss!
Tooth Fairy: … Take a deep breath … Open your mouth.
John: Hey! It … it’s alive … Wow, a flying granny … Shall I just put it in my mouth?
Tooth Fairy: If you want the best healing effect, I suggest you swallow it.
John: Ugh … hmm! It’s sour. And a little sweet! Hmm … huh? The loose tooth in my mouth is gone!
Tooth Fairy: … It’s here. … Are you taking it back?
John: Oh, not really. I’m surprised you didn’t throw it away! Hmm … and, the granny, can I have one more?
Tooth Fairy: I’m very sorry, John. This is the last one. But if you behave well, I’ll give you some other snacks.
I searched in my pocket, trying to find something other than a tooth … anything like a toffee, or sea salt flavoured chocolate, or a caramel kind of thing … Kids need it.
Tooth Fairy: Like … a candy?
John: Awesome! I’ve never had candies before! Wow! In your pocket … Why are there SO many teeth?!
Tooth Fairy: It’s my personal hobby.
John: Hobby … Ah! I get it! Is it just like how I love the beetles?
Tooth Fairy: … Probably.
John: No wonder you didn’t throw that baby tooth away! In that case, I’ll trade you this for a candy … Huh? Ah! It’s here! It’s Toto’s tooth that fell out this morning! It always loves it when I rub its belly.
Tooth Fairy: … Thanks.
John: You’re welcome … Hey, wait, it’s amazing! I don’t feel any pain at all! Not even hungry anymore! You’re even better than Grandma Susie!
Tooth Fairy: … Grandma Susie?
John: Her cabin is right next to my house! People in town said Grandma Susie is an arcanist … She really didn’t have a good temper, as she always drive me away with a broom, and never allowed me to catch beetles in her doorway … But she would secretly give me a few pieces of corn crisps every time, and I haven’t tasted any good crisps since she moved away … Grandma Susie could turn an apple pie out of nothing, and she even moved a huge palace. Although people said that was just illusion, but … can you do it too?
Tooth Fairy: I’m sorry. I can’t do any of them.
John: But you saved my life! You must be an arcanist, too!
Tooth Fairy: Have a taste?
John: It’s … toff … toffee! Oh, I tuned out just now … Here’s Toto’s tooth!
I looked at the tiny tooth in my palm, and guessed it might belong to a bloodhound whose bloodline wasn’t pure. Apparently, the owner of the tooth was also malnourished.
John: Mmm … so sweet! … Ms. Tooth Fairy, is it that whatever the pain, you could drive it away?
Tooth Fairy: I wish I could. But the truth is, there is no one who could cure all diseases.
John: But you are powerful … Arcanists are all very powerful …
Tooth Fairy: Powerful doesn’t equal all-powerful, John. If it hasn’t been me who caused the accident … or if I had hesitated even for a second, it would be a completely different story. … Now, you should get some rest. Feeling no pain doesn’t mean you’ve recovered. Tuck in, and get some sleep. Then I will take you back.
A motel is not a good place to rest, but sometimes we don’t have a choice. Fortunately, John was so skinny that even the smallest quilt was way adequate for him. Gradually, he’s breathing well, and my nerves finally relaxed for a moment.
John: Ms. Tooth Fairy …
Tooth Fairy: …?
John: If I may …
I saw him turn over with difficulty under the quilt.
John: Can you please … meet my Mom later …?
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