#Main Library West Side | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

dccomicsimagines · 4 months

Text

Gift Exchange Mayhem - Young Justice Imagine

Requested by Anon - Can I have the team doing some last minute shopping for Christmas?? Maybe the reader waits until the last minute and needs help??

Author's Note - Happy Holidays! I finally was able to finish something.

***

"Dismissed," Batman said, waving his hand as he turned back to the computer to finish up whatever paperwork he had. The mission had gone well, so the debriefing wasn't too painful.

At least for everyone else, you found it excruciatingly slow. Every minute was a minute closer to the Christmas Eve party and the gift exchange.

Everyone moved off. You stayed where you were until you saw M'gann and Conner walk completely out of the room.

You turned, scanning the room until you saw Artemis heading toward the locker rooms. Dashing after her, you grabbed her arm. "I need your help," you whispered, voice tight with the brewing storm of panic in your chest.

"Ow," Artemis hissed, jerking her arm away. "What do you want, weirdo?"

You swore you saw Batman glance over from the corner of your eye. Your breath caught in your throat. "I need help, but we can't talk about it here. Please?"

Artemis sighed, but gestured for you to follow her. You quickly fell into step beside her.

The two of you walked in silence until you made it to the library. She spun on her heel and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"

You admired how cool she looked in this moment. You wished you could be cool. "I..." You swallowed away your insecurities. "I need help finding a gift for the gift exchange."

She raised an eyebrow. "You haven't gotten one yet? It's tomorrow."

"I know!" You threw up your hands, shaking slightly. "I couldn't focus on it, because I got M'gann and I knew I would blow it in the mind link at some point, so I decided I had to not think about it at all until the last minute. That way, she can be surprised."

Artemis sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why do you always do this shit?"

"I wanted it to be good. It's her first Christmas on earth and she's already excited, but I don't know what to get her." You bit your lip and blinked back tears.

"Why can't you ask Conner? I got things to do." Artemis narrowed her eyes with that steady frown she was always inclined to give you.

You groaned. "I can't ask Conner, then she'd know. That boy doesn't hide anything from her anymore."

She rolled her eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Okay, fine."

A grin burst onto your face. "Thank you!" You almost reached out to hug her, but she held up a finger to stop you. Your face burned. "Sorry. Can we go now after we change?"

"Sure." Artemis left the room. You let out a sigh to calm your heart.

***

Artemis' head ached at the bright lights of Star City's Megamall. Christmas music blasted throughout the place as people hurried about.

"Luckily, the west coast is still open huh?" You laughed, nudging her side.

Artemis swallowed back a biting retort. "Yep." You stopped by the big tree in the center of the main entrance. Glancing around, you seemed just as lost as you always were. Irritation bubbled up inside of Artemis. "Let's go. We don't have time. It closes in two hours."

You flinched slightly. "Right." You hurried off to your left, leading the way past a bunch of clothing stores.

Artemis took a deep breath. She shouldn't be so annoyed really. What other plans did she have today anyway? All she was going to do was go home and hang out with her mom. Christmas didn't mean much in the Crock household. Just a time where there was no school and a lot of Dad.

She shook her head. 'Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.' It was a quote from Sketches by Boz by Charles Dickens. A early present to herself when she spotted it in a thrift shop during her Christmas shopping.

You started to head into Spencer's, but Artemis snatched your arm. "No."

"Why?" You blinked. Sometimes Artemis wondered if you were also from Mars.

"There will be nothing for her in there, come on." Artemis pulled you along.

You bit your lip. "I don't know where to even start. What does M'gann even like anyway?"

"Conner." She snorted when you seemed to think she was serious. "You can't give her Conner."

"That would have made things easy. I could just put a bow on him." You dodged a family who was running to the mall.

"You're so weird." Artemis crossed her arms. "Let's go here." She walked into a trendy clothing store. It smelled expensive. Artemis' skin crawled.

You glanced around. "I can't give her clothes. She has...clothes that can be anything."

"Just look around!" Artemis snapped. She saw you deflate in the corner of her eye. She should be nicer to you, but...you were so annoying. You moved away from her to look at the wall of perfumes.

Artemis made herself browse at the other side of the store, ignoring price tags and just looking. Like a normal girl.

***

You sniffed at a perfume. It could work for M'gann, except you didn't know if it would be like giving her clothes. You haven't noticed her making a scent when she shifted her clothes.

Biting your lip, you glanced over to find Artemis across the store. She held up a nice brown moto jacket to herself. A hint of a smile on her lips. You smiled too until her face dropped at the sight of the price tag.

"Well, well, well, you went shopping?" A creepy laugh followed. You turned to find Robin in civies with sunglasses over his eyes. He glanced over at Artemis. "With Artemis?"

You slapped a hand over his mouth. "Are you alone?" You looked around wildly. Your heart stopped when you saw Wally, Kaldur, and Roy standing outside the store with big soft pretzels. Kaldur eyed his while Wally and Roy munched down.

Rob pushed your hand away. "We all saw you two sneak off and got concerned since Artemis and you...never mind."

You pursed your lips, wondering what he meant. However, you had other concerns. "Conner and M'gann aren't with you, are they? Please tell me, they aren't?"

Robin snorted. "Those two are occupied." He crossed his arms. "What? Did you have Conner as your secret santa?"

"No, I have M'gann and I don't know what to get her!" You blushed as your eyes filled with tears. "I'm going to mess up Christmas!"

"Woah, stay whelmed." Rob held up his hands. "Deep breaths." He took a deep breath. You copied him. Your heart slowed down. "Why did you wait until last minute?"

"I would have spoiled it through the mind link at some point. You know how I get distracted, so I made myself not think about it until I knew we wouldn't have another mission." You took another deep breath. "And I asked Artemis because she knows a lot...but...you know she's not happy about it." You saw Artemis march over to Roy, Wally, and Kaldur. "But she said yes."

Rob hummed, rocking on his heels. "We can all help you out with that." He nudged your arm. "Come on, I have an idea."

You grinned, skipping after him. Robin always knew what to do, even if he liked to sneak up on people.

***

Kaldur watched as you, Dick, Wally, and Roy headed across the way into another store with bizarre decorations. Artemis groaned and flopped onto a nearby bench. She crossed her arms, muttering how this was all a waste of time.

"Would you like this..." Kaldur held out the untouched pretzel. He didn't like the look of it. Plus seeing Wally dunk it into some plastic-like yellow substance made Kaldur's stomach turn.

Artemis took it and bit a chunk out of it. Kaldur sat down beside her. He looked around at the bright, shiny walls of the mall. The crowds were lightening now as it neared closing time.

"It was kind of you to help (Y/N)." Kaldur smiled as he saw Wally teasing you. You stuck out your tongue in return.

"A mistake. They are so helpless." Artemis took another big bite.

Kaldur's heart fell slightly. He knew Artemis didn't have a high opinion of you and wasn't shy to voice it. She often didn't care if you heard. Kaldur had to comfort you more than once.

"I know (Y/N) can be challenging." Kaldur pursued his lips, carefully choosing his words. "Not everyone is raised with the same experiences. That is what makes the world a more...intriguing place."

Artemis eyed him. She swallowed. "I'm being nice."

Kaldur nodded. "You are." He met Artemis' eye. "(Y/N) thinks a lot of you." You gestured for both of them to join you. Artemis avoided his gaze and yours. Kaldur saw you frown.

"I got to go. Thanks." Artemis stood up suddenly and walked off. Kaldur watched her go with a sigh. He got up and joined you and the others, hoping his words sank in.

***

You brushed away Wally's hand as he reached to tug your hair again. "Where's she going?" You asked as Kaldur approached.

"I believe she is heading home. Her mother was expecting her," Kaldur said kindly. You nodded. Maybe she wanted to get home earlier too? That's probably why she snapped at you.

"I think you could go for something space." Roy held up a metal print of a space nebula.

"Isn't that racist? She's from Mars. It would be like getting Kaldur something from the ocean," you said, waving the print away. "It needs to be good."

Rob tugged you deeper into the store where they had a retro tv show section. Roy followed the two of you, hands deep in his pockets. You noticed Wally and Kaldur stayed back, whispering to each other.

Your face burned as goosebumps appeared on your skin. You hated when you felt like you did something wrong. Was asking Artemis wrong? They didn't need to worry about your feelings.

Honestly, you only cried once. You gotten tougher over the last few months, or at least you waited to cry until you were alone.

"Hey, you with us?" Roy nudged your arm. You gave him a quick smile and moved to look through another stack of metal prints.

Robin and Roy joked with each other. You sighed, moving to the next stack. Kaldur and Wally joined them.

Suddenly, right after you paged through several tv shows you didn't know, you came across a sparkly Hello Megan print.

"Yes!" You held it up like it was priceless.

"Look at that. She'd love it," Wally said, grinning. "And you didn't need anyone's help."

"Well, you did direct me to the right store." You hugged the print of your chest. "She's gonna love it. Too bad Artemis didn't stay to see it."

Roy scoffed, but Kaldur quickly elbowed him in the side. "She'll see it when we open gifts tomorrow," Roy said, rubbing his side.

You hummed, studying the print again. "It's perfect. Good thing you four stalked us to the mall." Robin and Kaldur blushed. Roy just smirked.

"Hey, I wanted to come to the mall anyway." Wally shrugged. You narrowed your eyes knowingly. He blushed as red as his hair.

"He really just wanted to follow Artemis," Roy mumbled in your ear before flopping an arm around your shoulders to lead you toward the checkout. "Come on, let's buy this thing and head out."

You let Roy pull you along, giggling in delight.

As you all headed out of the closing mall, you passed the clothing store you went in with Artemis. The moto jacket was still there. You bit your lip.

"(Y/N), are you coming?" Kaldur asked when he noticed you stopped. Robin and Wally were teasing each other. Roy stopped with you.

"I need to make another stop. Like really fast." You flashed them a smile and headed into the store.

***

"Ekam ti elkraps," Zatanna said, waving her hands. The Christmas tree in the center of the living room lit up. You clapped your hands.

"Thanks Zat. The lights were getting the best of me." You laughed, tossing the jumble of Christmas lights back into the box.

"No problem." She sneezed. Zatanna had been down with a cold for the last two weeks. She was finally back on her feet just in time for Christmas.

You were glad, especially since this was her first Christmas without her dad. It was your job to keep her busy per Black Canary's request. Of course, keeping people busy was your specialty.

Zatanna stared at the tree. You saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes. "Alright." You clapped your hands. She looked back at you, blinking rapidly. "I think all this work calls for some Christmas cookies."

"But those are for the party?" Zatanna crossed her arms. A genuine smile on her lips.

"Yeah, but we also decorated the place for M'gann, so the least she could do is let us have some early. Besides, Wally will eat them all if we don't get some now." You led her to the kitchen where M'gann was pulling more cookies out of the oven.

You made sure to not think about your gift for her, just in case she was listening to your thoughts.

M'gann's back was turned as you went to the cooling rack and stole two snickerdoodles with red and green sugar. Zatanna pointed to the M&M cookies and you took two of those too.

"You could ask," M'gann said without turning around.

"What?" Your eyes widened. You quickly handed the cookies to Zatanna. "Ask what?"

M'gann turned to look at you. She smiled and shook her head. "Enjoy your cookies and thank you doing the decorations."

Zatanna and you shared a look before giggling. "Thanks M'gann," Zatanna said as you both slipped away.

You took a big bite of cookie. Zatanna nibbled on hers. You both sat down on the couch in the living area and watched the tree sparkle away.

"Z, did you cast a spell on the tree?" Artemis came around the corner. She saw you and you saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes. You didn't know what that meant.

"Yeah, the lights got the better of us," Zatanna laughed, offering Artemis her other cookie. Artemis took it and sat down next to Zatanna.

You wanted to ask her if she was okay or at least thank her for yesterday, but you knew she wouldn't take it well. Besides, M'gann might overhear that you went shopping.

So you stayed quiet, listening in as Artemis and Zatanna talked.

***

"This is amazing!" M'gann gasped as she ripped off the paper to reveal the Hello Megan print.

You tittered, rocking back and forth while hugging your knees to your chest. You sat on the floor of the living area with Wally, Zatanna, and Robin. Artemis, Kaldur, Conner, M'gann, and Roy took the couch and chairs.

Wally poked your side. "She's gonna know it's from you if you keep doing that."

"They're excited. Shut up," Zatanna hissed, poking Wally. You took a deep breath and tried to calm down. However, you still felt like you could burst.

M'gann hugged the print to her chest. "Thank you so much, (Y/N)!" She looked at you. You grinned back.

"Wow, that was a quick guess." Roy rolled his eyes at your giddiness.

"(Y/N) broadcasted their delight. Like almost screaming it." M'gann laughed, handing the print to Conner before flying over to give you a big hug.

You hugged her back, giggling uncontrollably. "I'm glad you love it!"

M'gann pulled back and sat back next to Conner. Conner put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him. Your heart melted. Those two were always so cute.

"Not cool at all," Artemis muttered under her breath. You glanced at her to find her shaking her head at you. A jolt ran through you, but you quickly turned to blink away the burn in your eyes.

"Who's next?" Robin asked, looking around.

The exchanged continued. You played with the edge of your cozy blanket you had received as your gift. Taking a deep breath, you forced a smile on your face. You wouldn't cry on Christmas.

***

Artemis yawned as she made her way toward the zeta tube. Her new set of books under her arm. The party had died down. Artemis was the first to head home. Her mother was waiting for her.

"Hey Artemis," you said. She heard you jogging up behind her. She had to hold back the eye roll before turning.

"Yes?" She hugged her books to her chest. You stumbled a bit, tripping over the blanket you had wrapped around you.

"I..." You coughed, blushing slightly. "I wanted to thank you for coming shopping with me yesterday."

Irritation crawled up inside her. "You're welcome." She kept her face blank.

You smiled a little. Artemis took a deep breath at the moment of silence.

"Well, Merry Christmas." You pulled a nicely wrapped package from under your blanket and held it out.

Artemis flinched, blinking. "What's that?"

"A present." You bit your lip, looking down shyly. "For you. I know you...think I'm annoying. I'm working on it, I promise." You glanced back up at her. Artemis couldn't stop the guilt that sank her stomach. "Anyway, I hope you like it."

Artemis raised an eyebrow. "I got to get home."

"Yeah, have a good night." You waved, backing away before tripping over your blanket.

Artemis shook her head as you rushed back out of the room. She looked down at the present. It was nicely wrapped. Guess they aren't clumsy about everything, she thought.

She sighed before ripping it open. Her jaw dropped to the floor when she found the soft leather of the expensive brown moto jacket inside.

Setting her books on the ground, she slipped on the jacket. It felt smooth like butter. She hugged herself.

"Nice jacket," Wally said, walking into the room with a gift bag in hand. "Where you get it?"

Artemis pursed her lips. Rot ate her up inside. "(Y/N)."

Wally whistled. "It looks amazing, babe." He grinned. "(Y/N) must really like you. I know when I first met them, they gave me a PlayStation. I couldn't believe it."

"Really?" Artemis played with the sleeve of the jacket. "I should give this back to them."

"No, you'll just make them feel bad. They wanted you to have it." Wally held up his hands. "Listen, (Y/N) really cares about what you think of them." Artemis' eyes widened slightly. "So maybe...just try to be a little nicer to them...not that you're not." Wally blushed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

Artemis rolled her eyes. "I know I'm not, Baywatch." She let out of breath, admitting she always noticed that you took any comment she said hard. How many times had she made you cry? "I'll be nicer."

Wally grinned, nudging her arm. "Thanks."

Artemis punched his arm back. Wally dodged it, laughing. She snorted and picked up her books before trying to get him.

***

The next time you saw Artemis, she was wearing the jacket. You actually started jumping with excitement. However, you forced yourself to be cool as she approached you.

"Thanks for the jacket. I needed a new one." She met your eye before giving you a genuine smile. You felt your eyes widen as you couldn't recall another time she smiled at you.

"You're welcome." A big grin pulled at your lips. You rocked on your heels.

Artemis walked away to go to talk to Zatanna, who was across the cave with Robin. You watched her go, letting yourself bounce a little with glee.

M'gann flew up beside you and gave you a hug. You hugged her back. "Try to get back to whelmed," she whispered in your ear. You nodded, taking a deep breath. However, you felt that you could maybe count Artemis as a friend and nothing could be better than that.

#young justice'#young justice imagine #young justice x reader #dc comics imagines #dc reader insert #artemis crock #artemis crock imagine #artemis #artemis imagine #christmas #yj x reader #yj imagine

186 notes · View notes

burntheedges · 4 months

Text

Maintenance Request: Chapter 2

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ (minors DNI) | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 2.4k

fic summary: Hot Construction Guy is the bane of your existence - he seems to only pop up at the worst possible moment for you, every time you see him. There’s no way there could be something more there.

Right?

chapter tags/warnings: banter, my mediocre attempt at describing construction equipment (lol), mention of bra a/n: yes this is based on the time there was construction where I work and I, like reader, discovered what this thing was for the first time.

Chapter 2

Friday, September 6 Second week of the semester

Two days later, you’d almost forgotten the parking garage incident. (That was not remotely true — you’d complained about it and Hot Construction Guy so much that Beth had declared the topic officially banned. Until you saw him again and you had “new material”, anyway. Not likely, you’d scoffed.)

You’d restocked your office deodorant, stashed a few back-up t-shirts, and you were generally feeling more amiable towards the world as you sat down to catch up on some grading for your freshman seminar course after your office hours on Friday afternoon. You’d carefully arranged your coffee, laptop, and notepad on your desk, and were just about to open up the first student’s assignment when it started.

BAM

The loud sound reverberated so loudly through the halls of your building that you actually saw your cup of pens vibrate a few millimeters to the right on your desk.

BAM

You blinked. You swore you saw dust shiver up from the surface of your bookshelves and dance in the air with the force of the sound.

BAM

Your framed diploma rattled on the wall behind you and one of your plants vibrated threateningly towards the edge of the windowsill along the same wall. You caught it and put it on the floor.

BAM

You groaned. There was no way you’d be able to work through this. The pens on your desk had started to roll around, for fuck’s sake, and you’d just watched one of your books do a little jump towards the edge of your desk. What could possibly make that much noise? You stood up and moved to your door, poking your head into the hallway. Your neighbors on either side, Jillian and Greg, were doing the same. You all silently raised your eyebrows at each other and then shrugged in unison. Clearly they didn’t know what it was, either.

BAM

You ventured out, heading towards the source of the sound. You heard the two of them start to chat about their shared course behind you as they followed more slowly. You weren’t the only ones heading curiously towards the lobby of the building, which was just at the end of your hall of offices. As you turned the corner and looked through the large front windows of the building, you realized the sound wasn’t coming from inside at all, despite its volume and power. It wasn’t even something on the steps up to the building. It was coming from the south side of the quad — your building sat on the west side, on the same corner, not far away at all — in the construction zone for the new library. They’d started building it last semester and weren’t anywhere close to finished with it yet.

BAM

The machine that was making all the noise was easily 20 or 30 feet tall, maybe more. As it came into view, you realized it was some sort of ludicrously enormous industrial hammer… thing? Whatever it was, it was dropping a massive weight from the top of its little… chute, straight down towards the ground, apparently hammering in what looked like spikes? Beams? You shook your head and crossed your arms. You weren’t usually at such a loss for words, even in your own head. Jillian and Greg arrived and stepped up next to you and you all stood almost pressed against the glass of the windows to watch.

BAM

“Anyone get an email about any construction?” Jillian squinted at the hammer thing.

“Nope,” Greg huffed. “But really, do we ever?”

“Good point,” you agreed. “This is like, a whole new level of noise, though.” They both nodded.

BAM

“They were supposed to start at 5,” a new voice added from behind you. It was Claire, the chair of your department. “They just told me about it yesterday, but it wasn’t supposed to be during regular hours.” She frowned, and then sighed. “It’s only lunchtime.”

“Should we ask them about it?” Greg spoke up to suggest it, but you knew there was no chance of him actually doing it himself. The man could dodge confrontation like it was a sport and he was the reigning world champ in the weight-class of mild, unassuming academics. You met Jillian’s eyes and knew they were thinking the same thing. You smirked but turned before Greg could see it.

You replied, “I’ll go. I need to know if I should bother to stay here and try to grade or just head home.” Your Friday classes were over before lunch, and they all knew it. (Greg was jealous, but he’d never admit it. Too confrontational.) Claire nodded, gesturing you forward.

“Be right back.”

BAM

As you opened the door, you realized that, against all odds, it was actually possible for the noise to get even louder. It felt like it was rattling your brain down into your spine, drowning out the sounds around you as you walked on a short diagonal path to the library construction site. The quad was criss-crossed with seemingly random paved paths that followed the natural walking paths formed in the grass, and this diagonal one led you straight from the steps of your building to the center of the site. Before you could even get to the other sidewalk, though, a man in the typical construction outfit — plus safety goggles and some sort of headphones — noticed you and walked over to intercept.

BAM

“Sorry, ma’am, can’t come this way right now. You’ll have to use the other paths.” You were already opening your mouth to ask about the noise when his voice hit you and you realized just who he was under all of the protective equipment. You reacted before you could stop yourself.

“You! Again!” You belatedly realized you were pointing at him like this was some sort of dramatic reveal in a murder mystery. You had no idea when your arm had even raised. You dropped it quickly and stuffed your hand in your pocket.

BAM

He stopped short, and considered you before removing his headphones. “Looks like.” His voice was loud, shouting over the banging noise that was rattling your eardrums from this close. You rolled your eyes, but told yourself to take a deep breath. “Let’s move this back to the other path,” he continued. He started to herd you in that direction, keeping himself between you and the construction site as you moved backwards.

“No, I was going to… Look, we were told this noise wouldn’t start up until the end of the day.” You tried not to say it like an accusation — you’d already accused this random stranger of enough weird stuff this week — but it probably came out that way anyway. He nodded, eyebrows furrowed.

“Had a change in schedule. Some issues with deliveries and the work plan for the next few days.” You waited a beat, but he didn’t say anything else. No other information seemed to be forthcoming.

BAM

“That’s it? How long is it going to go on?” You knew you sounded annoyed, but really? He shook his head. “Maybe a few more hours? Hard to say.” Hours? You thought it, and apparently couldn’t stop yourself from saying it.

“Hours?! Are you serious?” He nodded. “It’s the middle of the day!” He shrugged. “That’s it?” He nodded again, starting to herd you back again, but you cut him off. “No, seriously, that’s it? There are classes right now, and—” He sighed, and looked over his shoulder towards the construction site, where the hammer thingy was still banging away.

BAM

“I’m sorry, darlin’, there’s nothing I can do about it.” He did at least look sorry, as he removed his protective glasses. Up close you saw that his brow was furrowed in concern and he tried to gesture for you to back up again. You suddenly realized you were bothering some guy on the crew with something he probably had no control over, while he was just concerned for your safety. You sighed. “No, I know, sorry. Look, can you tell your boss or whoever to at least let us know next time?”

For some reason this request amused him, and his smirk in response annoyed you. “What?” Your tone had become snappish again and you were ready for this conversation to be over.

“Nothing. I’ll be sure to let him know.” He smirked around this reply like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all day, but you didn’t have the patience to try to find out why.

BAM

“Ok! Ok. Just— fine. I’ll let everyone know. Thank you.” You needed to get out of there before you took out your frustration on this random contractor guy. Again. (Hot Construction Guy, Beth’s voice said in your head.) You turned on your heel and started to head back in the building. For a second it seemed like he might have wanted to reach a hand out to catch your arm, but he didn’t, and you had no idea why you even thought he might’ve.

BAM

At the top of the stairs into the building, you turned, and saw that he had drifted closer to stand right at the bottom, trailing after you. You found yourself in the same position you’d been in the other day and you almost tripped in surprise before steadying yourself with the railing. “What’s that godawful thing called anyway?” His mouth stretched into a grin. You watched smile lines crinkle around his eyes and tried to get a grip on yourself.

“A pile driver.”

“You’re kidding.” The name distracted you from admiring him, at least. He snorted and shook his head at your incredulous tone. “There’s actually a real thing called a pile driver? I thought it was just a euphemism.” You could see he was trying to tamp down on his grin but failing.

He shrugged. “Nope, that’s the real thing.” He gestured behind himself with one hand. You rolled your eyes and turned towards the door.

“Of course it is. Ok. Bye.”

BAM

The pile driver (you snorted to yourself) helpfully punctuated your exit from the conversation as you entered your building again. A larger crowd had gathered by that point, and they all groaned in unison when you announced the hours of noise still ahead of you.

You headed back to your office as the crowd split off into grumbling, agitated smaller groups, ready to pack your stuff and go home. To your great displeasure, Trevor the Brit Lit Prick fell into step with you. You held off from rolling your eyes by sheer force of will.

“Didn’t you tell him we needed less noise?” Trevor’s sneering, haughty tone immediately pressed every single of one of your buttons, just like it always did. What a prick. “I can’t help but notice that the sound is still happening.” You took a deep breath.

“Trevor, they said there was a scheduling issue.”

He tutted. Actually fucking tutted at you, like some kind of old-timey schoolteacher in a movie. “You should have informed him that this is unacceptable.”

“Well, Trevor, you’re welcome to give it a try yourself.” Before you could say anything stupid to the man currently overseeing the committee that decided approval for all new courses, you added, tone as even as you could manage, “he said there was nothing he could do.”

With that, you opened the door to your office, sang a cheerful, “bye, Trevor!” and closed it in his face. Perhaps with a little more force than was really necessary, but Trevor really was a prick.

As you closed the door, though, the pile driver sent another BAM echoing through the building, and the combination of the noise and your door shutting at the same time visibly shook the walls of your office. You watched as your framed photo with your niece, Ellie, vibrated right off the wall.

The glass in the frame shattered all over the floor.

The frustrated noise you let out in response was, at least, drowned out by the next BAM. Small mercies.

…

you (1:14 PM): guess who I just saw again

bestie (1:21 PM): HCG?? 👀

you (1:22 PM): this time with a fucking pile driver

bestie (1:25 PM): … is that euphemism

you (1:26 PM): sadly no there’s actually a fucking pile driver at the construction site for the library. it’s making more noise that I imagined any piece of equipment could ever make and I was nominated to go check it out (1:26 PM): and guess who was standing there, ready to direct me away from it

bestie (1:27 PM): and???

you (1:27 PM): and nothing! (1:28 PM): he couldn’t do anything and smirked at me when I told him to tell his boss to schedule better next time. like an asshole. AND he called me ‘darlin’ again

bestie (1:29 PM): was he really being an asshole or are you just embarrassed about flashing him still

you (1:31 PM): ok rude (1:31 PM): and it was just my bra

bestie (1:31 PM): so it’s the second one then

you (1:32 PM): RUDE (1:32 PM): who’s side are you ON here beth

bestie (1:33 PM): the side that gets you to give HCG your number next time (1:33 PM): since he clearly works on campus and he’s around all the time (1:34 PM): and he’s “exactly your type”

you (1:35 PM): 🙄 (1:36 PM): I doubt he’s into me I’m just some annoying professor who yelled at him for no reason (1:36 PM): twice (1:38 PM): I ran into trevor after too

bestie (1:38 PM): ugh (1:38 PM): that prick

you (1:39 PM): he tutted at me (1:39 PM): like an actual tutting noise

bestie (1:40 PM): how is he always such a prick

you (1:42 PM): pretty sure he was born with it

…

you (3:08 PM): [video of pile driver operating, loud BAMs clearly audible]

Ellie (3:17 PM): whoa (3:17 PM): wtf is that

you (3:19 PM): a pile driver, apparently

Ellie (3:21 PM): what!! 💀 (3:21 PM): no fucking way

you (3:22 PM): way. it’s so loud it knocked our picture off my office wall

Ellie (3:23 PM): 👿 is it broken

you (3:24 PM): yeah ugh there was glass everywhere (3:24 PM): I have to get a new frame

Ellie (3:26 PM): 👿 you better fix it

you (3:27 PM): 🙄 I will you little gremlin

...

a/n: I'm trying a new thing with the texting to make it easier to read. let me know what you think? see you next Friday for chapter 3! prev | next

tag list: @jupiter-soups (let me know if you want to be in the tag list)

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fic #my fic #maintenance request fic #x reader #mediocre attempts at describing construction equipment

146 notes · View notes

amuseoffyre · 8 months

Text

Good Omens Locations - S2 E2

This is gonna be a meaty one :D

Edinburgh Castle - it's the west side of the castle, looking towards the crags (in the right place), but keep an eye on that castle. It goes rogue and moves about depending on the angle. They even acknowledged it in the X-ray that castle ends up places it shouldn't be.

The Edinburgh Graveyard - this was one of the locations filmed in Stirling. I have vague recollections that they used the old cemetery, but as is typical, there are a couple of graveyards on either side of Stirling Castle, so I can't be sure I picked the right one since you can't really googlemap a graveyard.

Old Town Edinburgh - For this one, they used Broad Street in Stirling, not far from the castle, then pasted the Edinburgh castle background in place.

Presumably Newington, where Mr Dalrymple works - Most of Newington hadn't been built then but to make it visibly fancier than Broad Street, they're smack dab in the centre of the Georgian New Town of Edinburgh for this one, on Moray Place.

Mr Dalrymple's Library - This is one of the libraries from Hopetoun House near South Queensferry.

Victoria Street, Edinburgh - represented by... Victoria Street, Edinburgh :D In the Old Town and one of the most photographed streets in the city. Please note the castle playing peekaboo.

The Resurrectionist - A mile and a bit away from the place where Aziraphale parks the Bentley, the Resurrectionist is a functioning pub called The Cask and Barrel on West Preston Street. The Resurrectionist is a far better name, methinks.

The only one I can't pin-point is where they filmed the yellow car sequence. I narrowed it down to several options because it's beside what looks like a lake or reservoir with a wind farm close-by and in sight of a main transit road for heavy goods in proximity, but is not a main public road itself due to the lack of road markings on it.

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens s2 locations

156 notes · View notes

lunargeist · 3 months

Text

@ghostly-tart

For you twin

Grian had owned the farm for almost a year and a half and winter was just around the corner. He had even put the effort into an actual warm coat as the cold air started to linger after the sun had been up for some time. He had just finished up with the junimos to allow Pam to take up her actual day job as the bus driver. Morality of that women behind the wheel aside, he was actually excited to get his hands on some more exotic plants for the farm when the warmer seasons come back around. He had found an old book in the library and the idea of making sugar from beets rather than buying from Pierre was a skill he planned on cultivating.

He pulled the scarf around his mouth and nose as he exited the chicken coop after giving his chickens their daily pats and making sure that they had yet to make their way through the feed he had put out for them last them the previous night.

Well, HE hadn't put the feed out but he had asked his new farm hand to do it. Perhaps, hiring someone just before the slowest farming season might not be the smartest way of doing things, but Grian wasn't excatly known for his smartest decisions. He did give up his stable job for trying to be a farmer either little to no experience. Granted, it was a soul killing job for Joja INC but stable nonetheless.

Despite his questionable career choices; he doesn't think that hiring Scar is going to be one of those. He had already seemingly taken to caring for the chickens and had spoken to Grian about the idea of installing a well on the south west side of the property so it could be easier to water plants come spring. As much as he wasn't sure he appreciated some guy who he let's live in a cabin on the corner of the farm give his two cents on how the farm should be laid out in the future, Grian certainly appreciated the enthusiasm.

He made sure to lock the door to the coop behind him before Grian started towards the main entrance to his farm. It was almost ten am and Pam should be just making her way down the path from the main part of town. He rubbed his hands together, absentmindedly thinking about if he could perhaps talk to Emily about the prospect of gloves.

Maybe see if Scar would be interested in them too. Something told Grian he wouldn't care though.

"Grian!"

Grian jumped and turned as Scar called from Grian's front porch. As if to prove his previous thought on offering Scar gloves, despite the nearing freezing temperatures, Grian's farm hand was only wearing a light hoddie and his usual work jeans. He came down the stairs and approached the shorter owner of the farm. "Where you off to this early? Pierre isn't open on Wednesdays."

"The bus is up and running again," Grian said and stuck his hands into his warm coat pockets. "Today is the first day it is back in service and I was planning on going and getting some stuff from the store and merchant I heard they have near the stop."

Scar's expression brightened. "I haven't been to Calico Desert in quite sometimes. Would you mind the company? If not, I'd rather like to come along with."

While he hadn't been expecting to even see Scar today, Grian couldn't say he excatly minded the idea of having the company.

"Actually," Grian said after a moment of pause. "I would appreciate it."

Scar gave him a warm smile before falling into step beside Grian as they headed towards the bus stop. "Of course! Like I said, I am happy to go back."

Pam came up behind them. The two men paid for their tickets and the departed. "You said you hadn't gone in a while. Why haven't you gone back if you seem to like it there?"

The duo took seats in the middle of the bus on either side of the aisle. Scar shifted so he was facing Grian as he made a face. "It's sorta dumb."

The owner of the farm raise an eyebrow as he settled back into the bus seat. Grian pulled the scarf off and folded it to shove into his pocket. "How dumb?"

Scar cringed and Grian couldn't help but laugh. "Oh no. That seems ominous. What did you do?"

"So, you know the casino?"

Grian's eyebrows shot up. "Did you get caught cheating?"

His farm hand scoffed. "Of course not. They couldn't prove anything but they sure as heck seemed sure I was cheating."

"Were you?"

"You seen me play cards at the saloon on Fridays. What do you think?"

"I think you owe Shane three hundred dollars from last week. That was hardly fair. Man was already a few beers down." Grian snorted.

"That round of black jack was fair game!" Scar gasped in mock offense, leaning back and placing a hand on his chest. "It wasn't my fault he put it all in."

"Scar didn't even need to cheat at that game," Pam's grave voice called back to the men. "That was just Shane being a nitwit."

Scar gestured towards their driver. "Just as the lady said; I am three hundred dollars richer because of someone's bad choices."

Scar making money off of other people's poor choices... Where does that sound familiar...? Grian just laughed the thought off with his hired farm hand.

"Are you going to leave your coat on the bus? I can't imagine that will be comfortable."

Grian looked down at his red coat. "Is it already going to be hot?it's barely after ten?"

"G, it's a desert."

Grian spluttered slightly. "I know that but it's also almost November. It's cold!"

"It's a desert, G!"

"So is Antarctica!" The farmer defended slightly, but his hands come out of his coat to start undoing the buttons.

"Have you ever been to Calico before?"

"No!"

Scar rolled his eyes. "Grian."

"Shut up, Scar. I write your pay checks."

"Oh no," Scar said drily as Grian folded his coat up on the empty seat beside him. "Whatever will happen when I don't pay rent for living in the hovel and I can just raid your fridge at night while you're asleep."

"Don't make me change my locks," Grian threatened as they pulled into the Calico bus stop. "And that cabin is nice."

"You wouldn't dare change the locks. Also, I don't have a full kitchen."

"I don't either!"

Pam turned around. "Can you two continue this outside of the bus? I planned on taking a nap."

Grian rolled his eyes but got up with Scar following him into the dry wind. He instinctively raised his hand to protect his face agaisnt the sand.

"Have you really not been to Calico?"

"No," Grian clipped as he squinted around the barren bus stop.

Scar snorted beside him before putting a hand on Grian's shoulder and started him towards the street to their back to walk in front of the idle bus. A few small buildings sat off in the distance, the largest being a two story bright pink building with a sign labeled OASIS over the sign.

Griam quickly shook off Scar's hand and started towards the building. He felt Scar keep up behind him. The farmer had no intention on saying it, but he was already grateful for Scar telling him to take his coat off. Even with the heaviest garment removed, he was still reaching quickly uncomfortable temperatures as they took the almost twenty minute walk to the desert store and casino.

By the time Grian pushed the swing door open, he could tell he was just as red in the face as his jumper and could feel the sweat on the back of his neck. It took a lot of effort not to let out a sigh of relief at the crisp AC. He seemed to have failed at completely hiding his relief because Scar right behind him laughed.

A young woman behind the front counter looked up from her magazine. Sandy shifted in her seat as rhe two men entered her store. "Welcome on in guys. Hello to you, Scar."

"Hi, Sandy!" Scar called back to the pink haired woman. "How are you doing!?"

"I'm doing great, thanks for asking!" Her attention turned to Grian as he trudged to the front counter. "Hi, I'm Sandy, welcome to Oasis. Can I help you find something?"

"Beet seeds?" Grian asked, sounding a lot more tired than he felt.

Sandy smiled like she knew why he sounded out of breath. "From the valley? Their summers are even more mild than our winters. If your looking for seeds, they are in isle two, most of the way down. There is also a water cooler back there too."

He nodded and started down where she gestured to. Grian heard as Sandy and Scar seemed to pick up a friendly conversation before he decided not to pay it any mind. He felt a slightly uncomfortable feeling settle in his stomach at Scar's familiar tone he was using with Sandy, but it was easy enough to blaim the veugly nauseous feeling because of the heat. He moved passed the seeds to go to the cooler that he had been directed to.

At the end of the shelves, there is a short hall where a door with a bodyguard dressed in a dark blue suit and sunglasses. Grian stared at him for a moment and, when the gentleman didn't respond to his present, turned back to the water cooler to get something to drink. Once he had himself a paper cup filled, he quickly moved out of sight.

He didn't really like the idea of not knowing if the bodyguard was actually looking at him or not.

Grian browsed the small seed selection as he drank his water, picking out a handful of the seeds he wanted. He got not just the beets he so wanted, but a handful of starfruit to try his hand at in his small house while waiting for summer. Grian took his seeds back up the front counter.

Scar was browsing a small clothes selection in the first of the three aisle. He poked his head over towards Grian as he approached the counter. "Grian, I think you might want to get this."

He pulled down a white shirt that said 'My Went to Calico and Only Bought Me a TeeShirt' with a small little cactus emoji under the text. "It's short sleeve~"

"Thanks but no," Grian snorted before he turned back to Sandy to pay for his seed selection, tossing his paper cup in a small trashcan by his knees.

Scar laughed before disappearing back the shelf. As Grian was wrapping up, his hired hand came and joined him back up at the counter, holding a small potted cactus. Grian glanced at the small terracotta pot. "I'm not buying that for you."

"I wasn't going to ask you to." Scar sulked slightly in a way that very much implied that he was actually was going to ask.

"Sure." Grian chuckled as he took his bag and stepped away to wait by the front door.

Scar bought his cactus as well as some other things before joining Grian at the door. "Are we gonna go to Skull Caverns?"

"Skull Caverns?" Grian asked, sounding a little appaled at the name.

Scar hummed as they left the safe air conditioned store. "Yeah. It's this creepy cave that isn't that far from here but there is this door in the back that has a massive skull carved into it."

"Carved into it?" Grian raised his hand again to protect his eyes. "Is it a metal door?"

"I dunno. It looks old as hell. Might be metal might not. I've never gone back and touched the thing."

"No, we can come back for creepy cave later. Let's go back home."

"Really? We just got here?" Scar sounded disappointed but he continued to follow beside Grian. "Are we gonna come back when you have an appropriate shirt?"

"I'm gonna come back without you, I think."

"Awww, G."

The two headed back to the bus and climbed back onto the bus. Pam sat up in her seat, lowering the grimy book. "Welcome back, boys. Back so soon?"

"It's too hot here." Grian complained. "I can't imagine ever wanting to live in the desert."

"He is being dramatic," Scar called as Grian went to dump himself into his seat. "I heard him talking to Sandy about buying a vacation house here once his farm takes off."

"If I am buying a vacation house anywhere, it's going to be Ginger Island." Grian yelled dramatically.

Both Pam and Scar laughed as the farm hand made his way to take his seat back up. He put his bag beside him as he settled. The bus had started up and began moving before Scar had gasped slightly and sat up before turning towards his bag. "Oh, before I forget, I got you something from Sandy's."

Grian was not suprised when Scar pulled out a white shirt with a cactus on it out of the bottom of his bag and passed it across the aisle to Grian. Despite not being suprised, he still couldn't help the laugh that came bubbling up from his chest. "Thanks. I'm sure I'll treasure this forever."

Scar returned the laughter with a quirked half smile. "I'm just glad you have something that won't give you heat stroke next time we go visit Sandy."

"Yeah sure." Grian folded the shirt losely and put it in his bag with seeds and picked up his scarf he had left on the seat with his jacket. "We."

#scarian #stardew valley #here ya go ghosty #cranked this shit out just for you #im going to bed bow

54 notes · View notes

hometoursandotherstuff · 8 months

Text

Beautiful 1910 Victorian Bungalow style home in Denver, Colorado has 5bds, 2.5ba. $1.695M.

This is another home update that went with painting all the wood white, but underneath, all the original wood is intact. In the entrance hall there are 2 built-in benches, stained glass, and wainscoting.

The woodwork is beautiful and very detailed, which makes me wonder what sort of wood is underneath.

In some rooms the walls look beige and in others they look peach. I like to think they're peach. The home is cheery, though.

This sunporch would make a lovely conservatory.

The dining room cabinetry and fireplace is beautiful. Look at the detail on the fireplace surround.

The details are so stunning- dental molding, columns that match the bigger ones and intricate appliques. Also, the fireplace insert looks orignal. What did that wood look like before?

Columns and a short pony wall separate the two rooms.

The kitchen was updated with simple gray Shaker cabinets and reproduction period hardware. I don't like the modern glass in the cabinet doors, though.

The main bd. has a window that opens to the porch. It's a smallish room b/c this is a bungalow.

It looks like they made an en-suite from the bedroom next to it, b/c of the built-in dresser.

There's an interesting architectural feature. They left the stairs natural wood, but I don't think it's the original color. They also painted the kick plates teal, which looks a little too modern. I might've gone with a burgundy.

Isn't the woodwork on the landing gorgeous? It's storage, too. And, look the window. That's unusual.

The rooms up here follow the shape of the roof. Those windows are so pretty. And, I love the built-in drawers.

This library in the middle is stunning. There's a very small bedroom in the back.

I don't know what this would be, but it doesn't have a door- they just hung some curtains, so it's probably a spare bedroom.

This cute room on the other side of the library is set up as a nursery.

How cool is this tower?

The finished basement.

You can see the tower from here.

#victorian bungalow #houses #house tours #home tour #old house dreams

132 notes · View notes

labuenosairesfrancaise · 16 days

Text

Althorp House, Northamptonshire

Hi guys!!

I'm sharing Althorp House, the seat of Spencer Family. This is one of the most recognizable states in the UK, whose owners have a rich family history.

House History: A hamlet named Althorp existed here in medieval times, believed to have been situated on the southwest side of the park, east of West Lodge. It was first mentioned in the Domesday Book of 1086 as having a population of ten at the time, and being part of the parish of Brington.

In 1469 John Spencer's uncle – also named John Spencer – had become feoffee (feudal lord) of Wormleighton in Warwickshire and a tenant at Althorp in Northamptonshire in 1486. The family's administration of their Northamptonshire and Warwickshire estates gained them admiration and a following throughout England, and their sheep-rearing business earned large profits.[12] After beginning construction of Wormleighton Manor the previous year with some 60 relatives, John Spencer bought Althorp in 1508 for £800 from the Catesby family.

King Charles I is documented to have visited Althorp during his reign. The drawing room was built and the main hall enlarged for the occasion, with £1,300 spent on the banquet, an exorbitant sum for the period.

Robert Spencer built the current house in 1688 and made a series of changes to Althorp park.

More history: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Althorp

This house fits a 64x64 lot and features the following rooms:

Wooton hall

The painter's gallery

South Drawing room

Billiard room

Long Library

Marlborough room

Sunderland room

State dining room

Principal salon (1st floor) and Spencer's gallery (2nd floor of the salon)

Picture Gallery

Private chapel

The great room

9 Bedrooms/bathrooms

This time I decorated most of the rooms for picture purposes. Hope you like it.

Be warned: I did not have the floor plan for the 2nd floor (Just for the gallery, great room and chapel) The distribution is based on my own decision.

You will need the usual CC I use: all of Felixandre, The Jim, SYB, Anachrosims, Regal Sims, TGS, The Golden Sanctuary, Cliffou, Dndr recolors, etc.

Please enjoy, comment if you like it and share pictures with me if you use my creations!

Early acces: 7/15

#sims 4 architecture #sims 4 build #sims4 #sims4play #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 historical #sims4building #sims4palace #sims 4 royalty #ts4 download #ts4 simblr #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4cc #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 screenshots #althorphouse

37 notes · View notes

thethief1996 · 6 months

Text

Here's a list of upcoming events in support of Palestine:

ALBANY, NY (US) – Sun Oct 29, 12 pm, West Capitol Park, Washington Ave and S Swan St. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy4E2xxJT54/

ANTWERP, BELGIUM – Sun Oct 29, 3 pm, Sint-Jansplein. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy7z0ZnN1uT/

ATHENS, GREECE – Sun Oct 29, 11:30 am, Metro Evangelismos. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy8bhiMIoDh/

AUSTIN, TX (US) – Sun Oct 29, 3 pm, Texas Capitol. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyyrpZnJC3_/

BERLIN, GERMANY – Sun Oct 29, 2 pm, Sonnendeck im Westpark, Gleisdreieckpark

BERLIN, GERMANY – Sun Oct 29, 6 pm, Hermannplatz

BILBAO, BASQUE COUNTRY – Sun Oct 29, 6 pm, Bihotz Sakratutik. Info: https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=716646197162773&set=pcb.716637363830323

BIRMINGHAM, ENGLAND – Sun Oct 29, 12:30 pm, Barclays, High Street. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy8eCTNophn/

CAERNARFON, WALES – Sun Oct 29, Maes. Info: https://www.facebook.com/groups/303482486838722

COLORADO SPRINGS, CO (US)– Sun Oct 29, 2 pm, Colorado Springs City Hall. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy36OhUPtP7/?img_index=5

DEN HAAG, NETHERLANDS – Sun Oct 29, 2 pm, Malieveld. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyzFb9pI5rX/?img_index=3

DENVER, CO (US) – Sun Oct 29, 2 pm, Colorado Capitol. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy58qQALzp4/

DERRY, IRELAND – Sun Oct 29, 3 pm, Free Derry Corner. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy79d9EsLxp/

DURANGO, CO (US) – Sun Oct 29, 4:30 pm, Buckley Park, 12th St and Main Ave. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy36OhUPtP7/?img_index=6

EDMONTON, CANADA – Sun Oct 29, 2 pm, Churchill Square, march to Violet Henry King Plaza. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy6l5kEyKBp/?img_index=1

EINDHOVEN, NETHERLANDS – Sun Oct 29, 6:15 pm, Silent March. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CywSp76ouui/?img_index=1

FORT LAUDERDALE, FL (US) – Sun Oct 29, 3 pm, 299 East Broward Blvd (Federal Courthouse). Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy3sBHsJfzz/

GHENT, BELGIUM – Sun Oct 29, 4 pm, Stadshallen. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy7z0ZnN1uT/

GRANADA, SPAIN – Sun Oct 29, 1 pm, Jardines del Triunfo. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cys_3qPoXw0/?img_index=1

HOUSTON, TX (US) – Sun Oct 29, 2 pm, City Hall, 901 Bagby St. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy6iXjigiN9/

LAS VEGAS, NV (US) – Sun Oct 29, 4 pm, 333 S Las Vegas Blvd. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy3edR_L_sE/

LEEUWARDEN, NETHERLANDS – Sun Oct 29, 4 pm, Stationsplein. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy8gvdBobZ8/

LISBON, PORTUGAL – Sun Oct 29, 3:30 pm, Martin Moniz Square.

LONDON, ON (CANADA) – Sun Oct 29, 12 pm, Western University. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy9CGDkOpCK/

MADRID, SPAIN – Sun Oct 29, 12 pm, Atocha. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy6H79nqVGD/

MAO, SPAIN – Sun Oct 29, 6 pm, Pl. Esplanada. Info: https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=716646140496112&set=pcb.716637363830323

MCALLEN, TX (US) – Sun Oct 29, 5 pm, Archer Park. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyzQ_WfRrkC/

MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 29, 12 pm , State Library. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyxBu-GB068/?img_index=7

MEMPHIS, TN (US) – Sun Oct 29, 3 pm, FedEx Forum to Tom Lee Park. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy7O9BJuL32/

NASHVILLE, TN (US) – Sun Oct 29, 4:30 pm, Fred D Thompson Federal Bldg, 719 Church St. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy7llxyu8Tq/

NEWARK, NJ (US) – Sun Oct 29, 1:30 pm, 920 Broad St. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy6OjhnuA3e/

NEW PLYMOUTH, NEW ZEALAND – Sun Oct 29, 1 pm, The Landing. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy3y_7RJ-7J/

NURNBERG GERMANY – Sun OCt 29, 3 pm, Kornmarkt

ORLANDO, FL (US) – Sun Oct 29, 5 pm, Orlando City Hall. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyzKXS5sl6f/

OTTAWA, CANADA – Sun Oct 29, 2 pm, Parliament Hill. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy6bAGfRmGM/

PERRYSBURG, OH (US) – Sun Oct 29, 3 pm, 10576 Fremont Pike. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy7XWqSN6q7/

PHILADELPHIA, PA (US) – Sun Oct 29, 2 pm, City Hall West Side. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy045GWrQuk/

PISCATAWAY, NJ (US) – Sun Oct 29, 1:30 pm, MCMC, 1000 Hoes Lane, Drive for Palestine. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy4WRLHu3jccM1saN9BFQdHx1aGEMrbaPNE5wY0/

RALEIGH, NC (US) – Sun Oct 29, 4 pm, Moore Square, 201 S Blount. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy4IwhURhSO/

SALZBURG, AUSTRIA – Sun Oct 29, 2 pm, Neue Mitte Lehen. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyxsStRMTyE/

SALINAS, CA (US) – Sun Oct 29, 12 noon, Boronda and North Main. Info: https://www.indybay.org/newsitems/2023/10/23/18859834.php

SAN JOSE, CA (US) – Sun Oct 29, 1 pm, SJ Ciy Hall, 200 E Santa Clara St. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy4pO7Org29/

SANTA ROSA, CA (US) – Sun Oct 29, 11 am, Old Courthouse Square, Third Street.

SCRANTON, PA (US) – Sun Oct 29, 12 pm, Lackawanna County Courthouse

ST. JOHN’S, NEWFOUNDLAND (CANADA) – Sun Oct 29, 1:30 pm, Harbourside Park.

SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 29, 1 pm, Hyde Park North. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyxBu-GB068/?img_index=10

TORONTO, CANADA – Sun Oct 29, 2 pm, US Consulate, 360 University Ave. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy0-N2-JpO0/

VALENCIA, SPAIN – Sun Oct 29, 12 pm, Placa Reina. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy0KUQIq-jl/

WATERBURY, CT (US) – Sun Oct 29, 3 pm, City Hall. Info: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1715808265508048&set=a.124168471338710&type=3&mibextid=cr9u03

WORCESTER, MA (US) – Sun Oct 29, 3:30 pm, Worcester City Hall. Info: https://masspeaceaction.org/event/protest-with-justice-for-all-in-worcester-stand-with-palestine/

CLEVELAND, OH (US) – Mon Oct 30, 5 pm, 601 Lakeside E. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy6D8RogwWT/

ESSEX, ENGLAND – Mon Oct 30, 6 pm, Square 2-5. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy81di8oy9N/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

IRVINE, CA (US) – Mon Oct 30, 7 pm, Ring Road by Langston Library, UCI. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy17TjfJBFV/

LAS VEGAS, NV (US) – Mon Oct 30, 11 am, Free Speech Walkway, UNLV. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy3ae38rkGe/

MANHATTAN, KS (US) – Mon Oct 30, 6 pm, Triangle Park. Info: https://actionnetwork.org/events/palestinian-liberation-rally

TROY, NY (US) – Mon Oct 30, 5pm, Riverfront Park. Info: https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=309545841705829&set=a.177000064960408

TUFTS UNIVERSITY (US) – Mon Oct 30, 11:45 am, Lower Campus Center. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy4OXa7LIty/?img_index=1

FORT WAYNE, IN (US) – Tues Oct 31, 5 pm, Allen County Courthouse. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/638151171839892/

[BIDEN WILL BE HERE!!!] MINNEAPOLIS, MN - Wed Nov 1. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy4n_chs1q_/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA%3D%3D

SAINT PAUL, MN - Every Friday, 4-5 PM, Corner of Snelling and Summit Ave.

ABERDARE, WALES – Wed Nov 1, 5:30 pm, Library. Info: https://www.facebook.com/groups/303482486838722

OXFORD, ENGLAND – Wed Nov 1, 5 pm, Manzil Way to Bonn Square. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cyv-w5wIK4_/

SEVILLA, SPAIN – Wed Nov 1, 7 pm, Plaza Virgen de los Reyes. Info: https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=716671617160231&set=pcb.716637363830323

SHEFFIELD, ENGLAND – Wed Nov 1, 1 pm, Sheffield Town Hall. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy3H3HPsJPp/?img_index=1

ST PAUL, MN (US) – Fri Nov 3, 4 pm, Snelling and Summit Ave. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy4oFPTMVzq/

BERLIN, GERMANY – Sat Nov 4, 2 pm, Neptunbrunnen to Alexanderplatz. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy5tpQAsx0J/

BURLINGTON, VT (US) – Sat Nov 4, 1 pm, Battery Park. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy5_1OCuoWw/

ROME, ITALY – Sat Nov 4, Rome. Info TBA: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyndKUitnMU/

SANTIAGO, CHILE – Sat Nov 4, 11 am, desde el GAM. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy59hQiu411/

SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA – Sat Nov 4, 1 pm, 32 Mugyo-ro, Jung-gu, Seoul. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy5cGxOpSCA/

WASHINGTON, DC (USA) – Sat Nov 4, 2 pm, Freedom Plaza. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyiecRtr9-B/

ZARAGOZA, SPAIN – Sat Nov 4, 6 pm, Glorieta Sasera to Plaza del Pilar. Info: https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=716671587160234&set=pcb.716637363830323

BARRY TOWN, WALES – Sun Nov 5, 12 pm, King Square. Info: https://www.facebook.com/groups/303482486838722

CAERNARFON, WALES – Sun Nov 5, 6:30 pm, Maes. Info: https://www.facebook.com/groups/303482486838722

STUTTGART, GERMANY – Sun Nov 5, 3 pm, Schlossplatz

VALLEKAS, SPAIN – Sun Nov 5, 12 pm, Metro Buenos Aires. Info: https://twitter.com/IUMadridRetiro/status/1718229817366044883/photo/4

Feel free to add more!

#save gaza #free palestine #gaza under attack

56 notes · View notes

tanoraqui · 1 year

Text

Crownless highlights, season 4! (of 5, if you’re wondering) [1&2, 3]

This season’s central location is, at last, Minas Tirith

“I’m leaving, too,” Arwen had said at the end of last season (which, reminder: she spent most of disguised as a mortal woman, through careful use of covered ears and illusive Song). “When will I see you again?” Aragorn had asked. “Sooner than you think,” said Arwen.

Arwen, walking into the Tower of the Steward halfway through s4e1, in beautiful traveling robes and star-like gems in her hair: “Hello, I am Arwen Undómiel, daughter of Elrond Half-Elven, and I’d like to study in your library for a while. Do you mind?” [winks at Aragorn behind Ecthelion’s back]

(Side note: when people of Gondor reference Elrond, it’s like, “the wise and respectable mysterious Elf lord”, whereas when the northern Dúnedain reference Elrond, it’s like, “our wise and respectable collective great-great-uncle”)

Remember Roddis, the Ithilien Ranger from s2? She’s back in the main cast! Though, making this up as I go, i may retcon her family to well-off merchants rather than aristocracy—I wanted Aragorn to have a ready ally in Ecthelion’s court, but I think between Arwen, a little Finduilas, and Ecthelion himself (who recognizes his Nice Young Man energy and wonderfully developing leadership skills), he’s fine. She does come to court sometimes, but she’s more here (narratively) to introduce Aragorn—and Arwen—to the lower classes of the city.

Because Arwen is allegedly here for library research but really she’s here for much the same reason Aragorn is: she knows she likes him, but does she like the responsibilities that would come with him? Minas Tirith, Gondor, queenship….mortality.

Yeah, Arwen is just straight-up deuteragonist, maybe even co-protagonist this season

Dúnawen and Halbarad are officially demoted to secondary cast. They’re still around! Periodically Aragorn walks into a council meeting with Ecthelion and is like, “We should send a troop to investigate this one stream; my friend says a bird told her the water has gone bad.” And they’re hanging out in the lowest parts of the city, seedy bars and slums, which Aragorn also needs to get to know. Dúnawen and Roddis start to develop a romance (or not ‘til s5?) and Halbarad…Idk, but I want you to CRY when he dies in LotR.)

But they’re fundamentally here for Aragorn the Ranger, while Aragorn has more or less achieved that, and is now learning how to be Elessar the King. S4 is fully half monster of the week, half The West Wing-esque political/bureaucratic struggle of the week (often interwoven)

Denethor is still [passive-aggressive territorial cat noises] at Aragorn. Ecthelion is aware of this, but thinks his son and heir needs to figure out how to work with people just as competent as he is, and so is staying out of it.

Aragorn and Denethor start getting along better when the birth of Denethor’s second son makes him emotionally vulnerable for, like, 2 seconds. (Denethor had been slacking in husbandly/parental duties and this reminds him how important that is? Not, to be clear, that he doesn’t adore Finduilas and little Boromir. But that just drives him to work harder, as the world starts to creep darker…)

Of course, ironically, Faramir’s birth makes Finduilas’s already frail health decline further, making Denethor only more stressed (and we know from the future, eventually leading him to tragically resent Faramir…)

Arwen is drawn to Finduilas like a moth to a flame, by which I mean they have multiple intellectual/philosophical but also deeply personal conversations about mortality and other differences between Elves and Men (little Athrabeth joke there!). Also queenship and motherhood. Ecthelion’s wife died several years ago; Finduilas is the Lady of Minas Tirith, functionally Queen of Gondor. And motherhood is intricately linked to mortality for both of them: Arwen’s mother is…not dead, but close enough. Choosing mortality is choosing to never see her mother again. Meanwhile, motherhood is killing Finduilas, they both know it, despite Arwen’s best healing arts.

Finduilas correctly identifies that Arwen is seeking lessons in queenship, and that she and Aragorn have a mutual Thing, but doesn’t figure out the whole Isildur’s Heir thing. Arwen might imply that there’s some distant northern kingdom… (Fans will debate what exactly Finduilas guessed and never said)

The season finale is: there’s been trouble building all season with…Rhun? Near Harad and Khand? Both or all of the above? (And the Corsairs of Umbar are always making trouble, of course… (The truth is, they are all riled up by silver-tongued emissaries and shadow-carrying winds from Mordor.)

The attack comes through Rhun, though not from Rhun alone—either they let Haradrim pass through or it’s Rhunese funded partly by Harad…an unexpected direction, and they strike not at Gondor but at eastern Rohan. Aragorn and Denethor (and Halbarad, Dúnawen, maybe Roddis?) (maybe already all in northeastern Gondor for some reason?) take a large chunk of army to go to their ally’s aid, and they meet up with Thengel’s people and kick fucking ass. Classic Rohirrim PLUS Gondorin cavalry charge, total rout of the enemy, they won’t try this again…except King Thengel is slain in the field. It’s tragic, and Théoden is a young king (18-20 by now?), but Thengel was old and he died heroic as hell. They stay for the funeral; it’s stately and beautiful.

The battle is cut, however, with scenes from Minas Tirith of Finduilas falling faint, maybe even toddler!Boromir trying frantically to rouse her in their chambers, calling for his mother and for help. Arwen crushing athelas and singing softly over her in the infirmary, to no avail.

When our noble captains return home triumphant, Denethor is greeted by his father not with praise, but with sympathy and grief that makes Ecthelion for once look his old age. Ecthelion is holding little Faramir in his arms; Boromir, red-eyed and starting to cry again, runs from clutching his grandfather’s leg to his father’s. From behind the family, Arwen meets Aragorn’s gaze with similar grief.

[season 5]

#Aragorn #Arwen #Denethor #lotr #lord of the rings #finduilas of dol amroth #my fic

82 notes · View notes

iowacitypast · 11 months

Photo

West view of the Main Library, The University of Iowa, July 24, 1953

Creator: Kent, Frederick Wallace

https://digital.lib.uiowa.edu/islandora/object/ui%3Aictcs_17685

#West Side Main Library #The University of Iowa #1953 #July 24 #Railroad Tracks #Shadows

3 notes · View notes

jjksblackgf · 2 years

Text

for a good time | myg (m)

❃ Festivaled Away: Burning Memories Music Festival hosted by @bangtanbathhouse ⤞ Ticket: era of music ⤞ Main Event: based on a song ⤞ Games: phone sex

⤞ based on the song Don't Look Any Further by Dennis Edwards

pairing — phone sex operator!yoongi x fem reader summary — How many dimes does it take to make you cum, baby? genre — fluff, smut, 80's au, angst if you squint rate — 18+ word count — 3.5k warnings — explicit sexual content, nicotine use, phone sex, public (ish) sex, dirty talk, degradation, alcohol intake. author's note — big thanks to Sophie @kookskingdom for letting me use her name. I love you, baby <33

“Good morning New York City! It's 7:20 in the morning here at the Z100 station. Don’t forget to grab your coats before you leave for work, the weather is not going to be nice for those who like to stay above the 70º Fahrenheit.”

The radio host continued to make the morning announcements, but Y/N could only think of the hot coffee on her mug, and the pop tarts on her plate. She looks at the calendar placed in the kitchen, and she can almost count the days until her semester is over. She’s so not going to miss NYU when she graduates. I should’ve taken advantage of Spring Break to catch up on sleep when I had the chance.

“And now, the number one song on the charts, here at 100.3 FM… ‘We Are the World’...”

“Have a good day in class today, honey.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“Eat a big lunch later, don’t forget that you have your study session today.”

Pigs could fly, hell could freeze over, the sky could fall, Nixon could win the war on drugs, but one thing that could never happen is Y/N forgetting about her weekly study session at her campus library.

“Don’t worry, mom,” she affirms in a chipper tone.

Not much drama happens at this small two bedroom apartment. Y/N’s life is fairly normal for a 20-year-old college student. She has breakfast with her parents every morning before catching two trains from Queens to Manhattan. Then, she thanks God for having only a three block walk from the station to her classes. She works part time at a local diner, on Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays from 1 to 7 PM, and every Thursday she spends her afternoon babysitting the neighbor’s babies while studying for her classes.

Very boring routine. Except for Wednesdays.

On the west side of Washington Square Park, in front of NYU’s Hayden Residence building, there’s a payphone that sits in between some bushes and a tree that resides inside the park’s limits. At 3 PM, while there’s a low traffic of pedestrians, she calls Magic.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Magic,” says the nasal voice. His usual 2:30 PM client, Mrs. Kelly.

“Is that what you’re calling me?” Magic asks, “I thought we agreed I was going to be the submissive today,” he adds before taking a puff of his cigarette.

“I have an emergency staff meeting in about ten minutes, so we’ll have to continue our experimentation tomorrow. I just need a quickie before I implode,”

“Okay, so why don’t you open those pretty legs for me? And you better be wearing the stockings I like if you don’t want to be punished.”

“Fuck, you’re good,” she whispers in the other line, and Magic smiles. Middle aged women are just so easy to please. “They’re all open for you, Mr. Magic. But I have been a bad girl. I’m wearing the brown ones.”

“Well then, all there’s left to do is to punish you, isn’t it?” he says before taking another hit, and Mrs. Kelly whimpers in pleasure and anticipation, “Are your office doors closed?”

“Yes, they are, Mister.”

“Tsk, that’s very bad, you see? Very, very bad!”

“W-Why?” Mrs. Kelly asks, anxiety now mixed with desire.

“Well, you’re gonna have to learn who’s really in charge here. So I need you to open that door and let everyone in that reception of yours know who’s your boss.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me, I don’t have to repeat myself,”

“Magic, I could get fired, please don’t do this to me…” Mrs. Kelly starts to beg in a whisper.

“Is Mr. Magic for you, and I don’t have all day. And if I recall correctly, you have a staff meeting in about five minutes,”

He sincerely thought he was about to lose a client, a daily client at that. He could not afford to lose a regular client, but he was in too deep now. But before he could regret it too deeply, he hears a door open on the other end of the line. He gives Mrs. Kelly a minute to readjust before giving her more orders.

“Good girl. But your punishment is just starting, darling,” Magic says as he blows smoke one more time, “You’re going to grab a pen and make a run on that ugly pantyhose. Right on that pretty little cunt. After that you’re going to write “I belong to Mr. Magic” on your inner thigh. Narrate those things while you do it so I know you’re being an obedient girl.”

2:43 PM

‘Fraternity Vacation’, that’s so interesting! Comedies are always great, even the ones with bad critic reviews, you can always count on shitty movies to…

2:43 PM

UGH! Was time never going to pass? Y/N was getting impatient for her weekly appointment, and reading and rereading the movie’s section of the paper wasn’t entertaining her like it usually does.

Such a nice blouse that lady has… Oh, what a cute puppy!... I wish I had a dog when I was growing up… That tree is getting kind of bushy… The city’s going to do something about that, but it looks so pretty right now…

Y/N was skilled on how to distract herself, and it was always a plus to live in New York City, there’s always something you can stare at and form an opinion to pass the time. She noticed many different hair cuts, how the pigeons were behaving today, the sounds of the food carts a few yards over.

It didn’t slip her mind when she started fantasizing about her and Magic. It happened often. Every time she’d notice a young couple making out, she’d wish it was her and Magic. Watching an old couple sit on a park bench and read the paper together, wishing it was her and Magic. Watching teenagers sharing an ice cream, wishing it was her and Magic.

She also had fantasies of her own. Walking through the park holding hands, pointing to her favorite tree. They would sit there and have an impromptu picnic, buying a couple of hotdogs with mustard. She would open a book and read her favorite passages, and he would listen while caressing her back and arms.

But she quickly pushed those thoughts away once she noticed an old lady smiling at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to startle you,” the old lady says “I just noticed your smile, and it reminded me of when I was about your age, my first marriage,” the lady says, longing thickening her voice. “I was so in love with my Harold, I thought I was going to throw up, and shit my pants,”

“Oh, wow!” Y/N says, not really invested in the conversation, waiting for an opening to excuse herself.

“Young love is so beautiful, your cheeks get all flushed, your head gets woozy, and you feel drunk all day…” Y/N just nods, looking around, trying to diffuse the conversation. “But you have to be careful, sugar. These men are only here to flirt with you and break your heart! You listen to me!”

“I will! Thanks for the advice,” Y/N smiles awkwardly, and finally gets out of there.

Love. What about love? That lady doesn’t know anything. I’m not in love. I’m just horny, not in love. I hope.

With the coins in the machine, she dials the known number. It only rings once before the familiar voice picks up.

“You’re never late, are you?” Magic jokes at the other end of the line. His husky voice, so luscious, sends butterflies down her stomach, making Y/N drop her guard, and laugh like a teenager in love. Shit.

“I try my best not to be,” Y/N replies, trying to keep the silly smile off her voice. No need to embarrass herself any further.

“By the way, happy early birthday,” he wishes, his voice sincere.

“Oh my God, you remembered!” Was it three weeks ago that she had mentioned her birthday party? Probably. And he remembered.

“Of course! I need you to have a wild night this Saturday, and have a drink in my honor,”

“Absolutely,” she says, screaming on the inside. Shit, I’m really in love with him.

“So, how was your day today?”

“Mostly boring. The only thing that kept me perky was the thought that I would talk to you today.”

“Oh, really? That’s flattering,” Magic says, and she fantasizes that he also has a silly smile on his face. “So we’re feeling soft today,”

“Yeah, we haven’t talked in a while.”

“Seven days to be exact,”

“Yeah…” Stop acting like he’s your boyfriend. He isn’t. Stop the fantasies! Get your shit together. “So, how was your week?”

“Fine, mostly boring work hours,” he chuckles.

“I hope you’re not saying this to the other girls. That’s not a nice way to encourage your paying clients,” Y/N scolds.

“Would you forgive me if I confessed that I thought about you this whole week?”

“I don’t think so. I’m sure you say this to every other client,”

“That’s not true. You’re the only one I read poems to,” Magic says, trying to cheer her up. He can tell she’s not well. Her voice is not as chipper as it usually is. He hears her sigh on the other end of the line. “Is there something on your mind? Talk to me,”

“I don’t know, I’m just feeling loopy today, that’s all.”

“And you don’t feel like doing anything today?”

“Actually, I think that’s kind of the opposite,” she chuckles, “Distract me, please,”

“I thought about you while taking a shower today,” Magic confesses.

“You did not!” she whispers, excited.

“I did, too!” he chuckles, “I was washing my hair, imagining if you’d like the scent of my shampoo. I was soaping my body, wishing those were your hands instead of mine.”

“Oh, God,”

“I would’ve kissed your hands before guiding them down my chest, down my abs,”

“Shut up,” she whines in a whisper, but that only entices Magic to continue.

“You would’ve reached me, and I would be ready for your hands. I would be at your mercy. There would be no commands from me, my body would be yours,” Yoongi closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself, he’s feeling his pants getting tighter. Never with a client Yoongi wanted to cross this boundary and touch himself. At least not without being requested to.

He desperately wanted to moan her name, and touch himself, and touch her. But that would be inappropriate. So he places his free hand on his neck, firmly. This hand would not move without Y/N asking him to. But his imagination was still running wild, and there was nothing more he wanted to do than say those words to her.

“Mmhm,” Y/N prompted, her voice a little husky, sounding like she has a moaning trouble of her own.

“I would moan your name over and over. The only name I’d known in the world. Your delicate hands, so fierce for me, would make me cum, probably on your belly. But no worries. I would bite your jawline, go down your neck, licked your beautiful breasts, cleaned my cum with my tongue, before diving into that pretty pussy with my lips,”

“God damn it, you’re going to make me cum in public,”

“I would get on my knees, place your thigh on my shoulder. I would kiss your core, already wet for me. I would get hard again, just because you taste so good. Your hand would grip my hair, and you would moan for me to never stop. Not in a million years I would do that. I would circle the tip of my tongue on your clit, and too soon you would cum all over my chin,”

“I love you, Magic” she whispers. Softly, tenderly. Pink roses, chocolate, and wine. And the world stops.

His eyes, closed for the past minute, shot wide open. Her breath spikes and his heartbeat is going a million miles per hour. What?

Yoongi doesn’t know how to respond. Did she really mean what she just said? He’s never been in this situation before. This job was always fun for both parties, but it always felt transactional. There was no emotion to be felt except pleasure and lust.

That’s the thing with having mostly middle aged clients. They have always made it clear that they loved the way they felt when they talked to Magic, never did they love him. Why would they? They were aware of the fact that they didn’t know the 22-year-old on the other side of the phone. They knew the character that molds and fits to every sexual fantasy.

But to someone his age, that may be different. The potential for an emotional connection that he hadn’t anticipated. Maybe that’s better. To be seen. To have someone on the other end of the line that would like to know him. His thoughts were in disarray, but he liked the feeling of being seen.

“I have to go,” Y/N says, and before she can embarrass herself even more, she hangs up, tightening her jacket and walking the other way as fast as she can.

For the past two days, Y/N used her distraction skills to her advantage. All assignments done, took all the extra credit she could take. The neighbor’s kids were happy and tired from playing. She earned extra tips from being such a good waitress, and a compliment from her boss for the good work she was putting in.

Her room was clean beyond recognition, her vinyls in the correct sleeves, her cassettes organized in alphabetical order. Bright and early Saturday morning, after a celebratory breakfast with her parents, she cleaned the entire house.

“Why are you in such a hurry these days?” her mother asks, catching her at the bathroom door, before Y/N decides to clean something else that was already clean. “It’s your birthday, put your feet up for a minute.”

“Thank you, momma, but I want to keep busy, turn a new page.”

“Why are you turning a new leaf? You’re only 21,”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs “It just feels like a good time,”

Y/N manages to dodge her mother’s questions for the rest of the morning, locking herself in her room and beginning to color code her small closet.

She was not to think of the stupid mistake she made on Wednesday. The first time she said that to a human being that wasn’t part of her family. Granted she did say ‘I love you’ to her Prince poster, but it’s not like Prince could say it back to her.

She didn’t call Prince and give him the opportunity to say ‘I love you’ back. And when he didn’t say it back, she wasn’t heartbroken. Prince was a poster, not a human being with a phone number. The old lady was right. Men do only exist to break your heart.

The tears started to slowly drip down her cheeks. She made such a fool of herself. Falling in love with a man she never met. A man that had nothing to say, that only opened his mouth when he was offering his services.

“Heeey,” Y/N heard the door open, as Sophie entered her room “are you ready to get drunk?” Sophie whispered, closing the door behind her.

Y/N nods, looking at her boring outfit in the mirror once again. Blue jeans, white t-shirt, blue denim jacket, and white shoes. “I don’t look like a 21 year-old.”

“Don’t worry, your driver’s license will say that for you,” Sophie says. “Now, time to spice up this outfit, because you’re not leaving the house looking like this.”

A good 30 minutes later, Y/N was leaving with a whole new look. Blue jeans, black turtleneck, with black boots and lots of necklaces and bracelets. Sophie swapped their jackets, giving her black leather and taking the denim. Good thing it fit nicely with her ruffle skirt.

“Much better,” Sophie says, twirling Y/N around to look at her entire outfit. “Let’s go, Lane and Mary are meeting us there.”

Paradise Garage. The dream birthday party spot of every person in the Tri State Area. The club was full, and the crowd cheered and sang along to Donna Summer. Y/N wasn’t really in the mood to dance and be joyful. But it was her birthday, and her friends spent an amazing amount of effort to put them on the list. So the birthday drinks start coming, the DJ plays her favorite disco songs, and before she knows it, Love to Love You Baby feels like a karaoke song.

The night goes on and on, and Y/N wants to soak up all of the energy she can. She wants to enjoy her birthday party with her best friends, and she’ll get her money’s worth tonight.

“I think you need to drink some more water before we leave,” Lane says, watching her shy friend dance clumsily. It’s almost three in the morning, and the party is starting to die down.

“Don’t worry, I’m not that drunk anymore,” Y/N says, but her friends drag her across the floor anyway, sitting her on a bar stool.

“We’re going to the bathroom, do you want to go?” Mary asks, and when Y/N shakes her head, she turns to the bartender. “She’ll have water. Can you make sure she doesn't wander off? We’ll be back in just a second.”

Y/N barely pays attention to what’s happening around her, she’s enjoying herself playing with her bracelets. A bottle of water is placed in front of her, along with some peanuts. She looked up, and she knew that even drunk, she would never forget the face of this beautiful man in front of her.

“You should eat something, too,” he says, pointing at the peanuts. “Soak up the alcohol. That’s booze 101 for you,” he winks and Y/N giggles, but stops herself shortly after.

“I can’t giggle with you…” she manages to say, but her sentence drags at the end.

“And why’s that?” the bartender asks, amused.

“Because men only flirt to break your heart,” she explains, shoving peanuts in her mouth. “And you would only flirt with me because you like tips.”

“Oh, wow, who broke your heart, baby?” the man starts to clean up the mess in his counter, Y/N’s mess while she eats.

“My boyfriend, but he’s not really my boyfriend,” she tries to explain, “I don’t really know him, I only talk to him.”

“Communication is good to every relationship,”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t know. I only talk to him on the phone to have sex. Yeah, you heard me right,” she starts to rant, already munching on her second batch of peanuts. “I call this guy, to have sex. Through the phone, I mean. His name is Magic. And you want to know what else? I told him I loved him, like the stupid idiot that I am. And now I don’t know if I can call him again. He thinks I’m a weirdo.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t,”

“Yeah, whatever,” she scoffs, but she starts to think as the alcohol starts to wear off. “Do you think I should call him?” she asks the bartender, laying her arm on the counter and her head at the top.

“I think you should,” the bartender answers, “at the very least to break up with him, if you decide you don’t want to call him anymore,”

“What if I sound like an idiot? Can I blame you?” she asks and he laughs.

“Yes, you can come back here and kick my ass.”

Wednesday. April 24th, 1985. 3 PM. The date and hour she decided to get her heart broken again.

With the coins in the machine, she dials the known number. It only rings once before the familiar voice picks up.

“Hey,” Magic answers, his voice softer than she’d imagined it would sound like today. He didn’t even sound like he was expecting anyone else.

“Hi,” she manages to say. But she doesn’t say anything else. She doesn’t know how to proceed from here.

“When I told you I wanted you to have a drink in my honor, I didn’t imagine I was going to be the one to mix it.”

“What?”

“By the way, that leather jacket looks great on you.”

“Excuse me, what?” she asks again. Is her mind playing tricks with her? Did she actually wake up this morning, or is she having the weirdest dream? The butterflies flew wild inside her body. It was like springtime was being born inside of her.

“I don’t think you’re a weirdo. I don’t think you sound like an idiot either. I want to get to know you. But if you’re feeling silly and want to blame your bartender, I know where he lives,” he chuckles, and she joins. Stupid happy tears flowing down her face.

“I want to get to know you, too,”

“Good. My name is Yoongi,” he prompts, and her smile gets wider.

“Hi, Yoongi. My name is Y/N.”

#bangtanbathhouse #festivaledaway #bts ambw #kpop ambw #black kpop fans #bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts imagines #min yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi ambw

405 notes · View notes

inklings-challenge · 7 months

Text

2023 Inklings Challenge Participants List

This is an ongoing list of writers who have expressed interest in participating in the 2023 Inklings Challenge. I will be updating this list until October 1st, 2023, at which date everyone on the list will be assigned to one of the three Challenge Teams.

This will likely be the last updated list to be posted before the teams are announced. If you sign up before October 1st, you will be put on a team list, but it probably won't show up on this main list. Fair warning: I'm about to start assembling the team posts. You do still have time to sign up, but if you've held back on joining, I'd advise you to sign up sooner rather than later.

I have erred on the side of including people, so if you’re on the list and you do not want to participate, let me know and I’ll remove you. And it’s very possible I’ve missed names in the shuffle, so if you’re not on the list and you do want to participate, let me know so I can add you.

@ablatheringblatherskite

@allisonreader

@angedemystere

@aparticularbandit

@as-dreamers-do

@ashknife

@atlantic-riona

@batmantaking-hobbits2gallifrey

@brievel

@butterflies-and-bumble-bees

@bytes-and-blessings

@caffeinecath

@caitriona-3

@casa-anachar

@catkin-morgs

@challenger2013

@christian-latte-anon

@clarythericebot

@confetti-cat

@cuppatealove

@cygnascrimbles

@delightfulstrawberrygalaxy

@dimsilver

@dragonladyzarz

@dragonteaandfairyhoney

@ellakas

@enchanted-prose

@enjoliquej

@esters-notepad

@ettawritesnstudies

@faeriefully

@fairytale-lights

@fictionadventurer

@five-more-minutes

@frangipani-wanderlust

@freenarnian

@friendrat

@frominsidetheblanketfort

@gailyinthedark

@galahadiant

@glassheadcanon

@graycedelfin

@heniareth

@iamwritehere

@iminlovewithpercyjackson

@incomingalbatross

@justhereforthesherlock

@kanerallels

@k-she-rambles

@lacycardigan

@ladygobpire

@lady-merian

@ladyphlogiston

@larissa-the-scribe

@lemonduckisnowawake

@leng-m

@lilflightlessbird731

@lover-of-the-starkindler

@lydia-hosek

@madamescarlette

@magpie-trove

@maltheniel

@mels-library

@mentallydatingahotcelebrity

@misscrazyfangirl321

@mrgartist

@muse-write

@musicofthedaylight

@olyia-stories

@onewingedsparrow

@on-noon

@phoebeamorryce

@physicsgoblin

@plainshobbit

@poetry-vs-depression

@politicalmamaduck

@popcornfairy28

@praise-the-lord-im-dead

@pinkbanditmusings

@queenlucythevaliant

@rachellesedai

@reneethegreatandpowerful

@ripple-reader

@rockinlibrarian

@ru-tabega

@saxifrage-wreath

@scarvenartist

@screwtornadowarningsimsouthern

@scribbly-bear

@secretariatess

@secret--psalms--saturn

@septembersung

@shaylalaloohoo

@siena-sevenwits

@smokeyloki

@soulwindproductionsblog

@sunshineandrosesnoraincamemyway

@swinging-stars-from-satellites

@taleweaver-ramblings

@teabooksandsweets

@thatsastepladder

@thatoneweaver

@thebirdandhersong

@thejonderettegirl

@theworldiswhispering

@toothanddraw

@tzarina-alexandra

@ughnofreeusernames

@west-toasty

@what-the-dickens

@wildlyironicbee

#inklingschallenge #inklings challenge 2023 #inklings challenge participants

27 notes · View notes

b3thesda-b3tch · 5 months

Text

Fallout 4 Bobblehead Locations

Concord/Lexington Area - NW

Perception bobblehead - Museum of Freedom: On a desk next to a broken terminal in the back of the room where the player character first meets Preston Garvey.

Repair bobblehead - Corvega assembly plant: On the very end of the top exterior gantry (blue balloon), southwest roof section of the plant building on top of a wooden box.

Saugus/Salem Area - NE

Explosives bobblehead - Saugus Ironworks: In the blast furnace, on the second level catwalk behind Slag's spawn, sitting on top of a control panel attached to the wall to the left of a steamer trunk.

Charisma bobblehead - Parsons State Insane Asylum: On Jack Cabot's office desk, close to the elevator, administration area.

Sneak bobblehead - Dunwich Borers: On a small metal table by a lantern, right next to the metal post terminal area #4.

Barter bobblehead - Longneck Lukowski's Cannery: Inside the metal catwalk hut, northwest upper area of the main cannery room.

Science bobblehead - Malden Middle School (Vault 75): On the desk overlooking the subterranean "training" area, within the science labs.

Central East Area (North of Natick)

Energy - Fort Hagen Command Center: In the command center, southwest kitchens, on a small table between two fridges. (Accessible only during/after the main quest Reunions).

Boston Area - Central

Lock picking bobblehead - Pickman Gallery: Last tunnel chamber where one can see Pickman; On the ground between brick pillars and a bin fireplace.

Strength bobblehead - Mass Fusion building: On the head of the metal wall statue/sculpture five levels above the lobby desk.

Speech bobblehead - Park Street station (Vault 114): In the overseer's office on the desk. Found when rescuing Nick Valentine after he goes missing.

Intelligence bobblehead - Boston Public Library: On the computer bank, mechanical room, northwest corner of the library.

Melee bobblehead - Trinity Tower: On a table in the cage where Rex Goodman and Strong are being held.

Medicine bobblehead - Vault 81: In Curie's office, southeast corner of the Vault.

Quincy Area - SE

Unarmed bobblehead - Atom Cats garage: On the hood of the rusty car in the main warehouse.

Endurance bobblehead - Poseidon Energy: On the metal desk with a magazine, near steamer trunk, central metal catwalk.

Agility bobblehead - Wreck of the FMS Northern Star: On the edge of the bow of the ship, wooden platform.

Luck bobblehead - Spectacle Island: In the 2nd deck pilot house of a green tugboat located at the southern end of Spectacle Island, on a locker shelf near the steamer trunk.

South Central Area

Small guns bobblehead - Gunners plaza: On the broadcast desk in the on-air room, first floor, west side of the building.

Big guns bobblehead - Vault 95: In the living quarters area, northern most room, on a radio.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout 4 bobbleheads

15 notes · View notes

panic-at-the-waffle-house · 4 months

Text

I don’t like BookTok :)

I know the is isn’t the “hottest take” but I just don’t like it for a lot of reasons, one big one is that it spreads the idea of “you can’t read that book”.

Growing up, I always lived by the idea that you should read what you enjoy/makes you happy. Reading in general does wonders for the brain and creativity. This is coming from not only an avid reader, but someone whose mom was a reading teacher, albeit for elementary school. The growth of all of the students was amazing and they weren’t English speakers at all. She had students who could fluently speak it/read it to kids who knew nothing. I grew up in a VERY diverse town in the Midwest. Like white people were the MINORITY. So that also meant we had a lot of different cultures and different books/entertainment that was specific to that culture.

Anyway back to books lol.

The biggest critique I have with BookTok is that if there’s a book or series you like, someone is bound to nitpick it for some reason. I love criticism of a book, I think it’s great and being able to point out flaws leads to deep discussion. But a lot of the time, people like these books simply because THEY LIKE IT. You don’t have to like it, but they like it. Main examples are books by Colleen Hoover (I have my gripes with her, I can’t stand her books), but the people who read her books enjoy them so I’m not going to harass or bully them for something they enjoy. SJ Mass is another author who gets a lot of flame, again for reasonable reasons, but even I have enjoyed her books.

I really got into YA fantasy like early high school and late middle school. One of the first series I read was the Throne of Glass series which I picked up since my mom had the first book. I actually really enjoyed it and I was in like 7th grade at the time so some of the simplicity and common tropes were well worth it for me. But as I got older and tried to re-read the series, I couldn’t. I fell in love with the side characters more than the main ones. (Dorian was my number one boy and he still is. I was so excited whenever he appeared. Still my fav character.) I didn’t care for Aelin, Rowan, or some others simply because I just didn’t really care for them. They’re fine, just not my favs and I know some people love them which is valid.

I couldn’t even finish ACOTAR. I got halfway through and DNF’d it. I don’t care for first person point of view in general and I didn’t like her characters or the plot. Roman e was never my thing—I love it as a side plot but if the entire book is about romance I find it boring. I barely made it through The Selection.

Before fantasy YA, I was big into dystopian. THG was my first real YA book and I loved it, with the Maze Runner after it. It’s my favorite YA fictional series to this day even though it has its flaws. The move from dystopian to fantasy was very much in a certain span of my life and now I see it being so popular in media which is great. Except for the people who don’t know how to respect OPINIONS. Not only that, but gatekeeping makes me mad.

All through my life I liked reading classics, classics of every region. My mom always had classic books lying around so I would pick them up and the ones from the different ethnic groups and cultures were always at the public library for me to read. That’s how I got books like

Crime and Punishment- Russian Literature

No Longer Human- Japanese Literature

The Iliad- Greek Literature

Dracula-Irish Literature

Journey to The West-Chinese Literature

The Idiot- Japanese Literature

Don Quixote-Spanish Literature

And so many others at an early age. Some of them are well known and some aren’t—which is normal. But when some people who read classics look down on others or say “you can’t read that because you’re doing it to be quirky”, it bothers me. I always wanted to talk to others about these books and damn it I was STRUGGLING to find people to talk to about The Great Gatsby who actually liked it in seventh grade. This is PROMINENT in the BSD fandom since the characters are named after famous classical authors and some people are stuck up, not wanting these books to be read.

It never made sense to me. Maybe I’m the stupid one.

Overall, there are very few people on BookTok who I enjoy watching or listening to. Each series has its highlights and its flaws, like humans do, so just let people enjoy a book damnit. And if people want to vent or explain why they DONT like a book let them damnit.

Anyway what’s a book that scarred you for like???? I read Where The Red Feen Grows at like 10 years old and am still traumatized by it. :D