#Alex Harring
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I was literally listening to Zach Kornfeld’s other podcast without the try guys, guilty pleasures, yesterday, wondering where Zach was. He’s been missing for two episodes. Now I’m thinking this whole Ned thing has been a nightmare and because Zach’s name is on the label hes been in crisis mode with the other two try guys left. Like imagine having your wives/girlfriend having their own podcast as part of the brand and then one of you cheats on your wife.
Absolute chaos.
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POV: David Shaw's mate is showing you there's no reason to fear his pack mate
Welcome to the by-product of several ramble sessions: Yet another listener rarepair sketch. We've got Darlin' (Maia) on the left and Angel (Alex) on the right. I've had many of thought of these two interacting in several fonts /pos
(Alex belongs to @mr-laveau)
#PK Art Gallery#Redacted Fanart#redacted darlin#redacted angel#Yes that's a leash on Maia's hip#And yes there's a harness hidden behind Alex#Fun fact: Maia's GNC as fuck and got top surgery because she felt like it#Anyways *plays with these two like dolls* /pos#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted audio fanart
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No. 15 "I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself."
@whumptober-archive
Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | "I'm fine."
Alex had laughed at Fao when he’d said he wanted to take Finn camping over the summer. She’d asked if Afghanistan hadn’t been enough for him, if the English summer was the extra level of suffering he craved. He’d told her to piss off, that it would be a nice holiday, something to enjoy. He had his house, they could camp there, swim in the lake, and there were always showers, and warm beds if the weather got really shit. They’d buy a big tent, Finn could bring Jess, and Fao even invited Hars and Marcus. They both had time off, and had agreed, though Hars grumbled if he got cold overnight he’d be going inside and nobody was stopping him.
Sure enough they’d all driven down, hiked out to the camping spot next to the lake, and set up the big tent there, all cosy with airbeds and duvets. It was luxury compared to being on tour, that was for sure. Finn’s seizures were a worry, of course, but Steve had made sure they had the meds they needed, that plans were available if needed, and told them to enjoy themselves. After all, they had enough medics there to make sure he was safe.
They were sat around the campfire that first night, looking up at the stars as they toasted marshmallows, listening to the crackle of the fire. Finn had brought his guitar with him, and his soft strumming broke the night air every so often as he tried to work out what he wanted to play.
After a few hours just chatting and singing along to Finn’s guitar they all headed to bed, snuggling down under warm duvets. After a slap up breakfast the next morning, Fao insisted they at least go for a walk and enjoy nature. There were loads of footpaths leading off his land, and some of the walks had some amazing views. Alex teased him and told him he was turning into Fred, and Finn said the same, but Fao didn’t care. They were going to enjoy their holiday, and the countryside was perfect to unwind.
Mornings were far from Harrison’s favourite, the air still cold and not quite fixed by Fao's breakfast. He grumbled half heartedly as he ate. Marcus was much more of a morning person, laughing at the state of his boyfriend. He'd never been to Fao's, and was quite excited to go explore, even if Harrison wasn't.
Food was packed, as well as drinks and Finn's meds - it seemed everyone had double checked that one - and soon enough they were on the trails. Harrison had brightened up, happily joining in the conversation as they went. Finn was slightly withdrawn as they picked their path, a little tired and worried he'd ruin it as he always did. Jess, of course, told him to stop being daft, linking their fingers and swinging their hands as a distraction.
It didn't take long for Finn to start complaining he was hungry, so of course they had to stop for a snack. It was easier than listening to his complaining, that was for sure. Once Finn was happily chewing away, they continued, glad of the five minutes' peace.
Despite Finn’s grumblings, it was a nice walk, up into the hills and then down to the stream that cut through the land. They’d been going for a few hours now, and they were all in need of a rest, so Fao paused to sit on a large rock, digging around in his backpack for some water.
Finn had been trailing behind, having been distracted by a butterfly on a plant, crouched close to the edge. He'd sent a few photos to his dad, knowing he’d love to see them too. On his way back, his stomach twisted, his phone falling from his hand. He shook his head, swearing softly. It wasn’t a full aura, just a partial, nothing to worry about, he was sure.
Finn’s quiet swearing had caught Harrison's attention, frowning at the other man too close to the edge. He brushed it off, assuming he was just being overly cautious. But then, he caught the look on his face, all too aware of Finn’s seizures - tonic-clonic or not, Finn was too close to the edge. He jumped up, rushing to grab him before he just walked off the edge.
Finn made no move to stop himself, not even a frown as Harrison grabbed him. He pulled him away from the edge, Finn tripping over his own feet. He landed on his arse in the grass, dazed and disoriented.
Harrison, however, wasn’t so lucky. Everything happened all at once, his ankle twisting as the edge of the riverbank gave way. He gave a surprised shout, hands scrambling at the side to try and stop himself from falling. It was no use.
A sudden stab of pain in his palm saw him lose his grip, blood immediately dripping down his arm. It wasn't his main priority for long, finding himself dunked under the cold water. Instinctively, he gasped, river water in his lungs making him retch and cough. Head under water, it took him a moment to realise what happened, forcing himself to try to kick to the surface. As his head finally raised above, Marcus's hand grabbed at him, dragging him to the edge.
Harrison collapsed onto his side, his whole body shaking. He continued to retch and cough, Marcus trying to help by smacking his back. It took him a moment to realise he was speaking to him, crouched by him with soft words and gentle hands. He gratefully leaned into him, closing his eyes. They were both wet, soaked through, but it was the least of Marcus' worries.
Fao and the girls had been just too far away from the edge of the river once they realised there was an issue, as everything fell apart and Harrison ended up under the water. At least Marcus had been close to him, and as Fao scrambled to his feet to get over to the edge he’d already hauled him out and onto the bank, Harrison coughing and retching at the water he’d taken in. Jess had gone straight to Finn, fussing over him where he was still rather confused.
“Fucking hell.” Fao commented, moving closer to the pair. Harrison was pissing blood from a cut somewhere, too, and he looked shocking. “Are you hurt, Marcus?” He asked, eyes flicking over both men.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." He said quickly. "Hars? Sit up a bit for me, yeah?"
Harrison shook his head, surprisingly exhausted. He continued trembling, unable to stop himself.
Harrison had properly shut down, Fao could see it in his eyes. He knelt in front of him. “Hars? Did you hit your head?”
He shook his head again. His throat was too raw to speak, and he wasn't sure he even had the energy to. He managed a weak smile as Marcus brushed his hair from his forehead, stopping the water from dripping in his face.
“‘Lex, did you bring the first aid kit?” Fao called over his shoulder. His girlfriend dug around in their bag for it, and then shook her head.
“Must’ve left it.”
“Fuck’s sake.” Fao muttered, and then pulled his t-shirt off over his head. “This’ll have to do, otherwise you’re going to bleed everywhere.” He paused, and then ripped a couple of strips from it with some difficulty.
Harrison flinched away from him instinctively, turning into Marcus for protection.
"It's alright. You're okay." He hummed, pressing a kiss to his hair. "Just relax."
“Sorry, Tomcat.” Fao said gently. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Can I have a look at your hand? That’s gotta be sore.”
Marcus took Harrison's arm, holding it out for Fao to sort. "You're okay."
“Thank you.” He murmured, glancing up at Marcus. “I’m gonna sort it, yeah? And we’ll look at it properly when we get back. He wiped the worst of the blood away as gently as he could, and then set about wrapping it tightly. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do for now. As he did it, he turned to look at his brother. “Jess? How’s Finn?”
It was Finn that answered. "I'm fine. I didn't mean for Hars to get hurt. I don't know what happened."
“Just an accident Finn, not your fault.” Fao told his brother.
"Is Hars okay?" His voice wavered with guilt and worry.
"Just a bit bruised, I think." Marcus replied, glancing at Fao. It was obvious Finn was blaming himself, and it wouldn't help anyone if they let it.
“Bruised and dazed. He’s alright.” Fao told him. “Think we’ll head back to camp though.”
Harrison pulled away from the pair of them, turning away to cough and vomit. He instinctively reached for Marcus to steady himself, crying out as he used the wrong hand.
“Careful, careful.” Fao said. “Maybe he did hit his head. We’ll keep an eye.”
Harrison shook his head, his back still to the pair as he retched again. He tried not to be sick, but it was no use, bringing up more water.
"Swallowed it." Harrison managed, breathing heavily as he all but collapsed against his boyfriend.
“Yeah, okay.” Fao said, wanting to reach out and comfort him but knowing it would just make him worse. “We’ll stay here a bit, let everyone get their breath back and then we’ll head back.”
Marcus wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. "We're okay, yeah? We're okay."
#whumptober 2023#no. 15 “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”#makeshift bandages#whump writing#whump prompt#fic#oc#faolan blackwood#finn daniels#alex taylor#marcus#jess weston#harrison cunningham#brothers in more than arms#daniels family holiday part 6 thousand#hiking#ripped tshirt#river#hars doesn't like water#poor guy
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I can't explain it properly, at least not yet, but the role that camera equipment plays in Marble Hornets has a grip around me I've never been able to escape
#like. jay keeps alex's camera bag and gives alex's harness camera to tim#and when jay dies the harness camera stops working#and when jay dies tim keeps his camera#like jay will always be a part of him but alex will always be and has always been a more temporary thing#but also the things jay voluntarily gave tim are so different from what he left behind#if that makes sense#jay merrick#tim wright#marble hornets
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Läser ödesryttarböckerna på svenska för jag vill läsa Helena på svenska o inte översatt o asså hon är så fucking bra på dialog
Vemfan behöver krystade one liners när hon kan skriva Alex både med dialog som är rolig och också låter mänsklig
#Vet inte om hon också skrivit engelska översättningen men fyfan vad bra hennes svenska skrivande är
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alex and justin showing off their powers!! I’m so proud of how these came out
#justin likes light magic for fun/aesthetics#alex likes to harness it and use it for real power#justin stims with light magic/hand spells thank u#wizards of waverly place#wowp#fanart#alex russo#justin russo#my art
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also can we PLEASE talk about this fit??? literally got me like *twirls hair around finger* omggggg erika! hiiiiiiii!!~ 😳😳😳
#also it kind of looks like they've stolen one of alex ward's chest harness thingy's and i love it#anyway i am a simp and not ashamed#erika ishii kiss me on the lips challenge#<- that last tag is a joke FYI#(just in case i get another weirdly aggro anon lmao)#critical role spoilers#cr#critical role#bells hells#bell's hells#erika ishii
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I love my curly hair and I love the blonde I still have after bleaching it last year
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I need it gone
#alex says things#it's touching my neck and i wanna yell#it also keeps getting caught in my safety harness at work#even when i pull it up#i just can't keep dealing with that
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was goaded into fleshing out fankid ocs by server and now im insanely attached to them and want to show them to everyone so here’s girldad kon + clone baby daughter harmony joan and adopted t*ml*nnie daughter alexandria. #feminism
#even younger justice except alex does not become a vigilante and her parents cry tears of joy over that#also har is NOT a t*mk*n clone baby she’s barts kid. shes got a younger brother but i havent drawn him </3 name of maxwell (or max-el)
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Pavement- Harness Your Hopes
This song is from Pavement’s Spit on A Stranger EP and is their most streamed song on Spotify. It also gained popularity on TikTok in 2020.
Alex Ross Perry’s video, made for the 2022 re-release of the EP, has actor Sophie Thatcher interacting with projections of the band’s old videos.
Pavement are playing The Orpheum Theatre in Los Angeles tonight through Saturday (9/9-9/10/22) with Film School opening.
#pavement#harness your hopes#music#playlist#los angeles music shows#song of the day#los angeles music#alex ross perry#sophie thatcher
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I can’t believe my ice cold take on Ned fulmer is gonna become my most reblogged post.
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worms of the brain. worms of the brain
#as i said to kira earlier. i am just pretending i know how irish accents work sdfmgksjdnfs#me: wym hes a leash man (visualizing those child harnesses for alex) / video caption: laois / me: oh.
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Derek (i miss drawing him and my silly)
doodles vv
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DAY 24: bloody clothes
@febuwhump
This is related to this, possibly shiv's favourite ever piece we've written. Also! New character :)
The handover was quick and rushed, not much more to be said than already had been sent over. The crew hung around with him for a few minutes, trying to get him stabilised enough to get into theatre and survive it.
Harrison took a step back from duty after that, the crew and his officers recognising he needed the time. Granted it, he paced outside of theatre, back and forth, back and forth, until someone snapped at him and told him to go get washed. It was only then that he realised how absolutely covered in blood he was, most of it Fao's, but a lot of if from the pack. They'd used more than normal, and Harrison had done more than he should, but none of that mattered.
Fao was alive.
Harrison was numb as they transferred Fao, managing his handover and the slight bit more support the team needed before he was kicked from treating.
The adrenaline had faded by then, the harsh reality winding him and leaving him struggling to do anything.
He knew he couldn’t stop, but couldn’t bring himself to leave the theatre space, just in case Fao needed him. The only thing he could do then was pace, back and forward, chewing his lip until it bled. It didn’t matter though, already covered in blood, and none of it his.
It had long since dried, soaked through to his skin, when Marcus finally got free. As soon as he'd heard it was Fao, that Hars had gone out for medical, he'd hunted his partner out. He'd not expected the state of him, though he knew some of the extent of it.
"Hars."
He didn't listen, brushing past his shoulders and pacing the other way.
Marcus grabbed his shoulder. “Harrison.” His voice was firm.
"Get off me!" He snapped, whipping around. "Don't fucking touch me."
“Hey, come on now.” He said, unphased by his boyfriend‘s outburst. “Stop pacing, you’re going to wear the floor away.”
"I don't care."
“I know that’s a lie.” He said bluntly. “You can’t stay like this, you’re no use to anyone. You need a shower and to change.”
"I need to make sure he’s okay." His bravado faded quickly, his shoulders slumping. He couldn’t break, he just couldn’t.
“You’ve done your bit, they’ve got to do theirs now. You’re no help like this. So you’re going to shower, you’re going to change, and you can sit and wait for news. Okay?”
"I can't leave him." He glanced at the doors again. "I promised him I'd look after him."
“They’re looking after him now, it’s okay.” He said.
"But they're not me." He tried again, borderline begging. "I said I'd look after him."
“He needs their help now. It’s alright. You’ve done your job, he’s being looked after.”
"I can't leave him!"
“He’s in good hands.” Marcus said. “You’re not leaving him.”
"Marcus, please."
“I know, I know. But have you seen yourself?”
"I don't matter."
“You’re covered in blood.”
"It's not mine."
“Doesn’t make it any better.”
"A shower, then."
“Yeah. You need it, and some clean clothes.”
"It was Fao." He managed, grabbing at Marcus as his legs gave way.
“I know it was Fao. But he’d bollock you for not looking after yourself.” He said, gripping him tight. “Alright, alright. Let’s go.”
"I held his heart."
Marcus looped his arm around Harrison’s waist, shepherding him away from theatres. He spent a fair amount of time around here, despite it not being his job, and knew where he was going. Harrison’s quarters weren’t far, the showers nearby, and he grabbed some fresh fatigues on the way. He stopped outside the showers, his hands on Hars’ jacket.
“Look at me?”
He slowly raised his head, barely meeting his eyes.
“I’m gonna shove you in the shower, and it’s gonna suck, but it’s for the best, alright?”
"I really don't want one."
“I know, but you can’t stay like this.”
"I'll just get changed, I can’t."
“You need a shower, you’ve got blood literally everywhere. I’m not gonna hurt you, yeah?”
"Marcus, please."
“I know. I’m sorry, I really am, but you can’t stay like this.”
"Don't make me do this."
“I’m really sorry.” He said softly. “Don’t hate me, alright?”
"No, no, please."
Marcus sighed, reaching to turn the shower on. “It’ll be warm, it’s okay.”
He pushed against him. "No. Marcus, please."
“I’m sorry.” He said, undoing his jacket. “I’m really sorry.”
He'd descended into full blown begging, hands scrabbling at Marcus'. "Please, no."
“I know, I know.” Marcus said, catching his hands and squeezing them gently as he pushed his boyfriend under the water. He’d made sure it was warm, he wasn’t going to push Harrison even further, but he couldn’t get away without doing it.
"Please!" He pushed him, but there wasn't any strength behind it. He slipped and pitched forward, landing in Marcus' arms.
It was a struggle, and it broke Marcus’ heart to have to do this to his boyfriend. He spoke soothingly as he tried to clean the blood from Hars, but eventually the pair of them ended up on the floor, water running over them, circling red down the drain. Curled into him, Harrison sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, and it was all Marcus could do to tell him everything was going to be okay. The lie tasted bitter on his lips.
#febuwhump2023#febuwhumpday24#bloody clothes#whump writing#whump prompt#whump#oc#mental breakdown#emotional breakdown#trauma#ptsd#blood stained clothes#someone elses blood#army#soldiers#marcus is hars' first bf#he's hars' alex#lets just put it that way#harrison cunningham#Marcus#forced to shower
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i've resorted to burying my phone under stuff out of sight with the ringer up super loud so i'm able to forget that it exists and actually get stuff done
#follow for more Unmedicated Productivity Hacks !#just letting myself forget stuff is such a powerful skill that i need to harness better <- needs to stop thinking very bad#alex lore
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