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My Queen, My Sun and My Sea
talokan once had a queen. one who loved her people with all her heart—with the same heart she had given to her k'uk'ulkan for what felt like millennia ago. but they lost her to the hands of the enemy; it was a tragic tale painted on the walls of the king's mural, the pain searing itself onto his heart uninvited. he rules now with a darkened hole in his chest, fueled by the loss of his true love and a force to protect his people even more. after all, only the most broken people can be great leaders.
pairing: namor x fem!talokan!reader
warnings: bpwf spoilers!! death (i was lowkey evil for that), colonizers, inaccurate translations, nawt very proofread lol
El Niño Sin Amor.
That was a name that echoed deep inside Shuri's head, its bitter aftertaste lingering still; a piece of Namor that she'd just uncovered.
He was an enigma; a powerful being who rose from the sea, unannounced with his presence but has always been there, deep in the waters where he and his kingdom have flourished in the city of Talokan. He had just finished recounting about his and his people's origins, how the colonizers brought a disease that left his ancestors to drink a concoction from a vibranium-infused plant found in an underwater cave to save themselves, turning them into water-breathing individuals; the Talokanil.
She turned to Namor with many questions unanswered, only to see him staring at something with a look akin to pain and longing on one of the surfaces on his murals, caressing the painting with a gentleness she had yet to seen from the god.
She shifted to the side quietly, trying to see what he was gazing at. When Namor bowed his head, Shuri saw a painting of a woman beside his serpent, posing regally with what looked like a staff in her hand.
She wore a beautiful jade and gold headpiece, green and brown feathers lining the outer layer, fading in its design as if the light was shining on them. It towered atop her figure, framing her perfectly like she was always meant to be there. She was adorned in jewelry, from the large, circular green jade plugs that hung from her ears to the tessellated necklace that she wore—a striking amalgamation of gleaming silver beads, plated viridescent tiles to carved gold pendants and everything that complemented her beauty. The woman had a tan clothe wrapped around her body, washes of terracotta and hues of sage and cream woven in stripes on the fabric. She was covered in jewels—just like Namor.
One thing for sure, she must have been of royalty in Talokan. Or a goddess, perhaps. The corks in Shuri's head turned as she tried to figure out where the woman in the mural fit in Namor's story.
"Who is that?" Her question seemed to break him out of his reverie. She could see the way his body tensed at her question, and whether it was because she cut him out of his thoughts of because of what she asked, she didn't know.
It took a quiet moment before Namor answered, looking in deep contemplation with his eyebrows furrowed deeply and his eyes growing darker. The next thing he uttered was so full of emotion that it flooded through the sentence, his voice sounding thicker than blood.
"Leti' ka'ach in reina. My queen. In k'iino' ka, in k'áak'náabo'."
(She was my queen. My sun and my sea.)
For a second her words refused to make it out of her mouth. The Wakandan princess' mind didn't wonder to Namor having a queen.
The Namor now wasn't like the Namor she had met in the shores of her land with her mother. The Namor now felt like a broken man who would go the farthest lengths to protect his people. With every counting second of being in this underwater cave, Shuri seemed to discover more and more about the man, slowly laying bare the walls he had built around himself.
"Is she-"
"She was.. she was killed by surface dwellers." The god cut off, as if he couldn't bear to hear the words coming out from someone else's lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and Shuri felt the sea grow quiet for a split second. It was like it remembered their lost queen.
He took a deep breathe before speaking out and if one were to listen closely, they could hear the slight shakiness in his voice, like talking about this particular incident tore his wounds open again. "Years ago the surface dwellers tried to find Talokan. They were told of an underwater city filled with glittering gold and diamonds, with a palace of precious metals whose value exceeds all else."
"They are greedy, always taking and taking what is not theirs—beasts who ravage land with no mind of its consequences. She was there where the land met the waters along with the young ones, and those monsters crossed paths with them." Namor shook his head, disdain present in the way he moved his body and his words.
"The first thing they did they raised their weapons, pointing it at her when all she did was offer them her hands. She tried to speak to them, to negotiate with peace and kindness. But they are blinded with hatred." He spat that word out and Shuri almost flinched at his tone.
"With no mercy they killed her and the children. They took their lives as if it was nothing to them."
"When I emerged to the surface.. she was already dying."
One of your handmaids had been the one to inform him of the situation, barging into his mural room right when he got back from a trip with a growing panic in her eyes as she screamed in anguish, 'Le reina! Le reina!'
"I turned to those murderers and treated them with how they treated my wife and the children; I killed them with no mercy."
The feathered serpent god will never forget the possessing rage he felt when he saw what those killers did to his wife. Without a single doubt in his movements he flew towards them like a strike of lightning and sliced their heads off before they could even scream.
Something that would always haunt his dreams was seeing his beloved die in his arms, unable to do anything, running out of time.
Sometimes, if the K'uk'ulkan thought too much about it, he could still feel the way he held you in his arms, the jarring coldness of your body that surged across his skin like a bloodthirsty frostbite.
Your hair fell in a pool beneath your head, encrusted with blood that he didn't know where it came from. There was too much, too much of it that slithered around your body. With trembling hands he supported the back of your neck, bringing your face closer as he cradled your cheeks in his palms.
"Ma', ma', in puksi'ik'al.. jaap wicho'ob, láayli' ma' jach a súutuko'," he pleaded, heart racing a thousand beats at your weakened state. His fingers stroked your temples, tracing the skin from your eyebrows to the high point of your cheek and you swore you would forever savor the feel of his skin on yours.
(No, no, my heart.. open your eyes, it's not your time yet,)
"It's al-..right, in amado." You choked out, holding the hand that held your face and leaning onto his palms with whatever energy you had left in you. It was getting harder to open your eyes or even speak, the hole in your chest rampaging your body like an unquenched beast.
"In ku. Let go, K'ukulkan. Ts'o'ok in meentik le ba'ax táan des-.. destinado in beetik waye'.. je'el u páajtal in je'elel bejla'e'.."
(They call me. I've done what I was meant to do here.. I can rest now..)
He ignored your terrifying acceptance and gently quieted you, pressing his lips onto your forehead in deep fervor. "Save you words, in yaakunaj-"
Namor's heart threatened to jump right out of his chest when he felt your hand go slightly limp, desperately taking it above the crook of his neck, right where the ends of his jaw met his ears. The king held onto you so tightly, trying to keep you grounded with him in the world of the living as if the warmth of his body would spread life to your decaying one. He saw you smile peacefully, like his touch rejuvenated you for a single beat, slowly yet surely stroking the tip of his pointed ears as you've always done whenever you had the chance to. It was a small act of affection that Namor fell weak to, and he couldn't contain the abrupt cry that fell from his lips at the familiar gesture.
"K'a'as a puksi'ik'al yéetel a-.. a yaakunaj, in ajawo'," but even then your stubborn and insistent nature persevered. You spoke with only him and your love for him in mind, silently telling him that this will not be the end. That despite after all this when you will no longer be there to tell him just how beloved and brave he is, he should still remember what he had learned—what he had taught you. You hoped that it would keep him grounded and true, still fierce but with compassion and empathy.
(Remember your heart and your love, my king,)
"In.. yaakunech," and you let our your final breathe, the light in your eyes no longer shining as you stared up into nothing. At the least you looked content to pass to the afterlife in your husbands arms, a gentle lift on the corner of your lips to signify that you've moved on. But along with your departure you tore apart of Namor that he didn't think could ever be replaced—left him with a half-ripped heart and as a shell of the man he once was.
(I love you)
Now, kneeling on the prickling pearly sand tainted with weeping carmine, he was not a god. He was not the king of a powerful underwater nation, he was not a lethal mutant, a hero, a villain, or a protector. No, he was just a man. A man whose heart had been punctured with a hole in the shape of his beloved.
He screamed at the world with the voice of someone who had just lost everything, scorning the surface dwellers with a burning pit of anger and vengeance in his blackened heart. It echoed around the area, bleeding onto every rock, every blade of grass and every tree with his promise of death. The sea grew restless, mirroring the raging currents in his soul.
Namor choked a cry, closing your eyes as his hands shook with grief and pain, body threatening to collapse under his heartbreak. He brought your face closer to his, resting his forehead against yours while he scrunched his eyes closed, disbelieving and mourning of the loss of his beloved. Because no matter how much he begged, how much he cried for you, you would never come back to him, never blessing him with that delicate smile on your face again. The god stayed there for what felt like hours and days, whispering sweet goodbyes, harrowing sobs and promises to avenge you.
When he carried your cold body to Talokan, the people could only stare in shock and despair over the loss of their darling queen. In their eyes you were one of the most powerful people in the kingdom, not just because of your position, but because of your compassion and your love—something that knew no bounds.
It was a painful and gut-wrenching experience, to bury his own wife. It brought him back to the time where he had to do the same to his own mother, to cover her in clothe and put a piece of maize inside her mouth.
"The surface dwellers have taken so much. Talokan's queen, our home and our freedom. I will not let them do so again." Namor had a scathing look in his eyes, a latent tone of tiredness from facing a world that only took from him.
"She must have been an amazing queen and a strong woman." Shuri could only utter these words with a solemn expression on her face, unable to reply to such vulnerability of someone she had considered a dangerous enemy. Despite that.. there was an underlying empathy between the two. Shuri understood him. She knew the pain of losing someone you love.
"She was." A calm visage eventually spread around his face as he looked up at the glorious mural depicted on the walls of the room. "She had the biggest heart and the kindest soul."
Namor couldn't help but get lost in his memories of his beautiful wife. He speaks no lies when he describes you. You were the people's queen, as what the Talokanil called you. You'd always visit the people, play games with the children and scour the underwater markets that sold all kinds of trinkets and foods. Whenever the people needed you you were always there, willing to help them without a second glance as you opened your heart to them all.
After you death, whenever he would swim around Talokan and talk to his people—laughing and joking around with them—there would be this.. serene melody inside his heart, a gentleness that ran through his veins. Namor would feel the water pulsing on the pads of his skin and he'd always take a moment to close his eyes to relish the feeling. Then a smile would make it onto his face—the kind of smile that you would always tell him to show more often. His people felt it too, like a warm embrace to their soul, as if you were watching over them, still caring about them even when you were gone.
It was not only to Talokan's people, but to the ocean's animals too.
If there was one thing about his queen, it was that you had a deep affinity with the marine animals. Whenever the king couldn't find you anywhere in your room or in the palace halls, Namor would only smile to himself and swim to the clearing of the sea just outside of Talokan, watching his wife croon along the whales and the orcas, taking care of them as if your love spoke a thousand languages.
"In ch'ujuk, ko'oten paakat!" You would shout, gleefully waving your hand up in the air with no care in the world.
(My sweet, come and look!)
Sometimes he would only stay back and watch you with eyes so tender that it looked like he was entirely captivated by you. By your voice, your laughter, your smile; your everything. Other times, Namor would be too taken by you (as he always was), deciding to join you play with the creatures that you'd called 'your babies'. Whirling and chasing them around them felt like dancing in the water and Namor was too in love to ever deny you of your little joy.
Even now whenever the whales would call out to the sea, or when the orcas whistled and clicked along, he could still hear your radiant laughter singing along with them and oh how he longed to hear that sound again, to hear the melody of the ocean in its fullness.
You were simply the glue to Talokan; everyone adored the queen.
Until now, your throne still sat next to his, the jade and vibranium never ceasing to glow. Every time he sat there, watching over his people and celebrating his kingdom with defiant shouts of "L'ik'ik Talokan" he would always remember your face, remember the proud look you had when you would raise your fist to your chest along with everyone. Your memory will never fade in the heart of Talokan, always lingering in the brightest places, comforting during troubling times, because you will always be a precious piece of the kingdom that neither he nor his people would forget.
If he brought the sun to his people, you were the sun to him.
"You and I, we are not so different, princess." He broke his train of thought.
"Those people only see us as threats because they know we are powerful. They will not stop until they have what they want. It is a danger to my kingdom and my people—a threat to your people too."
Finally, Namor turned his head to face Shuri, a determined aura lingering in his voice and in his expression. She felt compelled to stare back straight into his eyes, the conviction in his tone like a true king. "And so I offer you again."
"Join me, and we will never have to see our people suffer, to see our loved ones suffer. We will no longer mourn our losses and bury the dead for unjust cruelty."
"Together, we will watch the world burn."
lawd this man singlehandedly got me out of a writing slump like.. making a fic with angst + namor = too easy 😩💳💥
this is my first time writing for him, so i hope it was okay! im so in love with him and i wanted to contribute my own piece to the fandom.
also, i'm pretty sure the yucatec mayan was not properly translated, so i apologize from my heart for the inaccuracies. please tell me if i have to fix anything!
dividers by @delishlydelightfuldividers and @rpinkling
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#me when i write about anything other than percy jackson#very nervous tbh#making this when i couldn't find fics with similar tropes was lowkey a cunty move#namor x reader#namor x y/n#namor of talokan#namor the sub mariner#namor mckenzie#namor imagine#black panther wakanda forever#black panther#mcu shuri#shuri#namor fluff#tenoch huerta#talokan#marvel#mcu x reader#mcu#NEED TO STOP LISTENING TO JUDAS TO THIS MAN LIKE#marvel x reader#namor angst#namor x queen reader
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I have a small part in the 1987 television movie (failed pilot) version of The Man Who Fell To Earth. Lewis Smith played the titular character. Beverly D'Angelo played my mom, his love interest. (Fun Star Trek connection: Bob Picardo is also in it).
My character was a Troubled Youth, which I gotta tell you was not a stretch for me at all. I was deeply, deeply hurting at the time we made it. I was struggling not to suffocate on all the emotional and financial burdens my mom put on my shoulders, and fully aware of just how much my dad hated and resented me. You need a kid who doesn't want to be an actor, whose eyes can't hide the pain? I'm your guy.
Anyway, one of the scenes I was in took place in a record store, where Troubled Youth steals some albums, before he is chased by the cops and saved by the Man Who Fell To Earth, who uses a glowing crystal to save his life from ... some scratches on his face.
We filmed the interior of the record store at Sunset and La Brea, in what I think was a Warehouse, and at the end of the day, I was allowed to buy some records at a modest discount.
I was deep into my metal years, on my way from my punk years to my New Wave years, so I only bought metal albums. I know I bought more than I needed or could carry (I was making a point that I was allowed to spend my own money, mom), but the only ones I can clearly remember are:
Iron Maiden - Piece of Mind
Judas Priest - Turbo and Defenders of the Faith
W.A.S.P - The Last Command
(I know this was in March of 1987, because Turbo had just come out.)
Of those, Piece of Mind is the only one I never really stopped listening to, even through all the different it's-not-a-phase phases. I still listen to it, today.
Ever since I became an Adult with a Fancy Adult Record Player And All That Bullshit, I have kept my records in two places: stuff I want right now, and stuff I keep in the library because of Reasons.
Generally, records move in one direction toward the library, even if it takes years to happen. I just don't accumulate albums like I once did, because I'm Old and set in my ways.
Earlier today, I decided that I wanted to listen to an album while I cleaned up the kitchen, and because I wanted to make my life more interesting, I opened the library cabinet for the first time in at least five years.
There was the very same W.A.S.P album from that day in March, 1987. I don't have any of the others -- I looked -- but The Last Command was right there.
Before I really knew what I was doing, I put it on the Fancy Adult Record Player and dropped the needle.
I watched four decades of dust build up with a satisfying crackle, and there was something magical and beautiful about hearing all the skips and the scratches, realizing I remembered them from before.
The title track was just as great as I remembered it. It struck all the same chords in me that it did in the late nineteen hundreds. The rest of the first side was ... um. It just didn't connect with me, and for the few moments I spent trying to find a connection, I don't think it ever really did. I would remember.
But I did remember how much I loved making those mix tapes, and what a big part of them that song was. I did remember how empowering it felt to not just spend my own money that I earned doing work I didn't want to do, but to spend it on music my parents hated, right under their noses. I did remember how impressed Robby Lee was, when I showed him my extensive heavy metal album collection.
Remembering all of that, in one of those cinematic flashes of rapid cut visuals and sped up sounds, told me why I kept this record, while I gradually sold or replaced the other records I bought that day with CDs, then mp3s, then lossless digital files, before finally coming all the way back to records, where I started.
I didn't listen to the second side. I didn't need to. I took it off the Fancy Adult Record Player, and put it back into the library, next to the George Carlin records.
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Tumblr in the 60s – Part 2
Part 1 / Deleted Scenes
💁🏼♀️brigittebardots Follow
anyone want to get fake married so i can get the pill to slut around
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Just say you have painful monthlies, I heard it works if you have a nice doctor!
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Remember you still should use the sheet whenever possible. Stay safe ♡
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i think there's something wrong with me, i'm just so sleepy all the time, it's not fair
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That's because you spend all your nights listening to radio luxembourg
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i heard nothing last night so i built an antenna out of poultry net, iron wire and bits of tin. i cut my fingers and our family chickens ran away
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A small price to pay for some music.
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the antenna fell apart before the german guy stopped talking
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me: chilling
my brain: if you were shot and weren't sure whether you'd live or die should you call the cops to make sure your murderer gets caught or call the ambulance to increase your chance of survival
me: what
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There should be a number that'd reach both of those
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That number already exists. It's been used in my city for like a two decades.
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Fuck you I'm British.
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Oh my G, this post from -62 sounds so prophetic now that they're trying to make the 911 thing catch on, where's that jagger meme
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This is literally not gift of prophecy. I told you back when this post was first made that this number has already existed in UK for years. It was obviously going to spread elsewhere, even US was bound to catch on at some point.
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you are still here?? keeping an eye on this post??
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you're so grumpy @elvisherselvis maybe you should phone the emergency number and get a wahhh-mbulance
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my date: Oh I listen to folk as well!
me: That's so cool! Who are your favourites?
my date: I'm sooo into Bob Dylan.
me:
my date: Is everything okay?
me, stuffing jelly babies into my purse: I have to go, like, right now, immediately, sorry
#it's okay if you liked dylan before he became the judas he is #but you can't call yourself a folk fan if you still support him #ugghh i hate him #electric guitar using lil bitch #sigh #jelly baby meme #bob dylan critical // #anti bob dylan // #bob dylan hate //
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Cock and balls, I'm watching this previously banned american film where an american man is trying to fuck a soviet spy (played by famously very russian Greta Garbo) by offering her champagne and he is like "have you never had champagne?" and Greta is like "never 🥺 only goat's milk and a ration of vodka in the army" and the tv screen freezed and was like "ERROR!! CHAMPAGNE HAS BEEN SERVED IN SOVIET UNION SINCE 1936" I'm 😂😂😂
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You Americans will say anything to make Soviet stuff look silly
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Where do you think I am watching soviet tv from?? Or did I miss the memo where americans have the monopoly on joking about their own damn country??
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"In future there will be telephones you can take with you anywhere" I can't even fucking listen to Radio Luxembourg without building a goddamn satellite, sending it to space, reciting spells and prayers, and sticking the radio out of the window at 2am EET. And even then it needs to be snowing for it to work because the radio wave fairies like snow or some shit
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preach
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#this probably won't be very popular because some of these are very niche but i had fun#is the radio luxembourg station being impossible to listen to an universal experience?#i feel like older people in finland have a permanent chip on their shoulder because listening to it was so hard#there is a possibility ninotchka is doing a little time travel here; i remember this corrected version was shown at some point#but it may have been later#anyway just enjoy the ride#tumblr in the 60s#1960s#dashboard simulator#fake dashboard#60s#unreality
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stop being a goblin and let me kiss you
part 6
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eddie munson absolutely has an ass. it’s small, but it’s there. robin owes him 5 bucks.
steve knows it exists because he’s staring at it. right now. has been for the past five minutes. from his slouched position on eddies bed.
eddie seems resolute in staying as far away from steve as possible, like that raccoon he saw by the dumpster last week, all on edge, with little hands.
he's talking though, one of those rambling eddie speeches. he used to half listen to them in high school. half listen to the cute angry dork across the lunch room. look how far they’ve come hey? who woulda thought?
‘you’ve been quiet for too long, i’m getting worried’ eddie says going for light but he sounds really nervous. steve is in half a mind to look behind him, see if theres some entity in the room thats causing it. surely it can’t be steve?
‘oh? don’t mind me just enjoying the view, carry on with your tinkering’
eddie rolls his eyes but stops messing with the buttons on his tape player. finally letting the judas priest album play at low volume. ‘ugh, i’m not tinkering’ he crosses his arms. stubborn sassy fucker.
‘what are you doing then? come over here.’ steve holds a hand out, wants eddie to sit near him again, close, like they are in his car.
‘no, ah, nah. um, i’m good. i’m ye i’m, good over here.’ eddie leans an elbow on the dresser and leans into one hip. the epitome of uncomfortable
steve snorts, flaps his hand to gesture eddie forward. ‘come ooooon man. what are you so afraid of?’
that snaps eddie out of it.
he huffs and throws his arms up, all lanky limbs and pointy elbows. ‘because i’ve never fucking done anything like this before man!’
steve is a little spooked honestly, thought they were nearing the same page since eddie invited him inside and all. ‘anything like what?’ he just wants them to sit next to each other…
maybe hold hands.
‘you know steve. come on! we’ve been, like, flirting or whatever and that leads to.. stuff!’
oh sweet relief. verbal confirmation of eddie knowingly sending steve insane. ‘thank god! i knew you were flirting back! but you kept running away!’ now steve has his hands up too. but also silently sending out a quick one the the big guy upstairs, nothin better then the people he likes liking him back.
‘yeah because you’re you! and i’ve never done it before! never done anything!’ hands akimbo once again. like a little flappy bat. the cute kind, not demo. obviously, yeesh.
steve can’t help but shrug. relaxing back onto the bed. that’s all? they could’ve been holding hand for weeks! ‘that’s okay, i don’t care’
‘well i do!’ eddies cheeks are a little blotchy and his eyebrows are scrunched. he’s so frustrated. it’s cute but voicing that thought probably isn’t going to help the situation right now. we’ll pin it “tell eddie he’s cute after freak out.” yeah, good.
‘ok. i mean all you need to do is say if you don’t like something, then we do some thing else.’ it’s simple, always is. yet everyone seems to get so weird about it.
‘but, ugh. but, what if you touch me and realise you don’t actually like me.’ eddie says and looks a lot less frustrated now and a lot more just pouty. steve can work with that.
‘i doubt that so much. you’re hot eddie.’
eddie gapes at him, but again he’s a stubborn fucker. ‘what if i’m really bad at kissing, get spit all over your face.’
‘hot.’ steve shrugs again. and he’ll keep shrugging. shrug eddie into getting how utterly chill them making out could be.
‘what if i sit in your stupid lap and bust in like 5 second huh? that really the kind of guy you want?’
‘sure, sounds hot.’
‘jesus you’re so annoying.’
but he’s smiling.
steve smiles back. ‘will you come here now? i wanna hold your fucking hand.’
eddie pulls a strand of hair over his mouth. so shy! about holding hands! steve’s going to eat him whole!
‘careful stevie or i might start thinking you’re desperate.’ eddies grinning, in that sharp jaw all teeth way. brat.
‘and what if i was huh? hm? what you gonna do about it mun-son?’
steve stretches out on the bed, settling his hands behind his head. feels his shirt ruck up and he shifts so his jeans slip down and little. waistband of his boxers absolutely on display, along with a little peek of hipbone and happy trail.
eddie goes bright pink and cherry sweet again.
‘come hold my hand ed’s. pretty please?’
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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 7 (eddie)
gonna go for one more part besties then we might be done
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#steddie#steve x eddie#cocky steve harrington#virgin eddie munson#silly bois#silly gays#hotlunch#my fic#steddie fic#<3#stop being a goblin and let me kiss you
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Redemption
/Patrick Jane x Reader\
Warnings: 18+, religious symbolism, shameless smut, discussions of guilt, minor mention of injury, reader has a name because I can't stand writing y/n, this was written at 4am and the writing is considerably bad
This story works best if you read it with the song playing in the background, trust me on this one
Wordcount: 1k
Mercy had dialed his number without a single thought. She had been working with the CBI for 3 weeks now, three weeks of torture. The young woman wished that it had started in a place of innocence, but that was far from the truth, the blood of more than one person staining her hands though it had been washed off over and over again. For her, it would've been jail or working with the CBI and the solution had been obvious enough.
It could've been easy, it should've been easy. It almost had, if it wasn't for Patrick Jane. Damn Mentalist. He had seen right trough her on the first day, all easy smiles and polite gestures, but he knew who she was and that knowledge had made her life hell. She had told herself that she didn't need saving, that she should turn her mind off and work, but he made it impossible.
At first it was innocent enough, small remarks about her past, about herself, but what started as banter had quickly grown into familiarity. All her life, she had been overlooked, invisible, but Patrick Jane had looked at her just once and seen her in a way no one else had ever managed to. He had never stopped seeing her, not even when she was trying her hardest to go back to beeing just another face in a world full of them.
Three weeks and she had grown to long for his eyes on her. Three weeks and she had started feeling like Judas, stealing glances at the blonde man whenever she could. He was an angel and she was nothing more than someone so lost that it could be considered beyond saving. She had been given a chance, she couldn't betray it by making it complicated. But she had to.
That was why she had called him, the silence in the line sounding static, if silence could be bothered to sound like anything. She'd said his name, quietly like she was a little girl again, her mind drifting to the nights she had spend preying to a god that had never listened to her. Patrick had listened, he always had. So not an hour later, the doorbell rang it's melody trough the melodic silence of her house.
His hair had been damp, the rain outside taking its tool on it, curling a little more than usual. Mercy had always taken note of things like that, so small they would seem irrelevant to anyone but her. Patrick did too, maybe that was why he had seen the way she hesitated as she closed the door behind the two of them. Maybe it was just that his lips had been on hers a little later.
She thought about pulling back, the feeling almost overwhelming her, not because it was rough and intense, but because it was painfully soft. She knew he had sworn to himself that he would not fall for someone until he had caught Red John, the ring on his right hand a omnipresent reminder, but this didn't have to be love. It was more than that. It was understanding, something that pulled at strings that sat deeper than love could ever be.
And for a moment, just a split second in the endless passing of time, his tounge felt like salvation, absolving her of the sins she had committed long before his hands had ever found the softness of her skin or the silk of her sheets. If giving into this, giving in to him, made her a heretic she would gladly be burned at the stake, if it would grant her just one more minute of the sparks that steadily ignited under her skin as the gentleness of his fingertips made her hiss. She would've loved to lie to herself, but she was already burning with a fire that rivaled each and every circle of hell.
Mercy couldn't afford his kindness though, her own hands clasping at the buttons of his shirt, clawing at each one like a dog that missed his owner, until she had finally managed to pull it off completely, the two of them stumbling onto the bed in a hurry as any layer that kept them from seeing the other fell to the ground.
Her hands had reached any and every place they could, by the time that her head came to rest on the pillows and in another world, they would've taken their time to savor each other properly, but in this one that wasn't possible. In this world, he looked at her, those blue eyes shattering any thought of regret, his expression softening as he gave her time to adjust to the feeling of him inside.
It was ironic, that he was the only one that could make her act like this, force her to drop the walls she had build so many years ago like it was nothing. She couldn't have known that he felt like she did the same thing to him. It wasn't long until Patrick's restraint began to fade though, slow movements turning into rough thrusts quicker than expected.
Not that Mercy minded, her nails dragging themselves down his back with a force that could've made Goliath look like the little boy that David was. He didn't even think about the fact that she'd lost control so much that the scratches on his back had left blood under her nails. Was it not also in the nature of all things soft to have some cruelty to them? He wanted her to lose control, he needed her to let go, needed her to stop the treacherous circle of guilt that had held her captive just like his arms held her now. If he was her redemption, she was his absolution. The apple in the garden of eden, just waiting to be bitten.
Mercy wished deeply that this could last forever, but the night was shorter than she had hoped and the sun broke trough the window right along with the moment that Patrick finally broke, letting himself come to lay beside her, one of his hands finding it's way to her own hand and clasping it. They didn't speak. They couldn't ruin this just yet, so the apologetic looks and sharp words would have to wait until later. For now, they held each other tightly, granting themself a few hours of much needed sleep.
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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...
Sure! (given in no particular order)
1. Daichi from Haikyuu, of course.. I just love everything about him. He's a great captain and he has a big appetite and he's so down to earth and masculine in the best ways, what a man!!! I want a tattoo of him on my body!
2. Pam Poovey from Archer. It's hard to stand out in a show where nearly every character is the single most interesting person in the world but I really do think that Pam takes the cake. She's a real one. She stays true to herself no matter how much everyone else begs her to stop and I RESPECT THAT. Also she's a fat character who isn't limited to being the Fat Character. While her weight does come up, often in insulting jokes or bits, she has so much else to her that it feels like such a small part of her character.
3. Princess Carolyn from Bojack Horseman. Out of all the insanely good character arcs in Bojack Horseman, Princess Carolyn's is my favorite. Usually the hardworking career woman character who wants a baby winds up the most disappointing character for me because she always gives up her career to be a mom but NOT MY GIRL PRINCESS CAROLYN. She said I want to be a badass boss lady AND a mom and I don't need no man to get what I want! And she did that shit. She deserves it.
4. Linda Belcher from Bob's Burgers. I aspire to be like Linda. She's fun, she's extroverted, she is just so excited to live her modest life with a struggling burger business, a husband she actually enjoys spending time with, and 3 kids she adores with every fiber of her being. She sings and dances at any given opportunity and doesnt let embarrassment faze her. What an icon.
5. Samwise Gamgee from Lord of the Rings. Every time I think of him I wanna cry. He's just so.... perfect.... and wonderful.... He is the sweetest, bravest man to ever exist and NOBODY CAN ARGUE. The original Ride or Die. We all need a Samwise Gamgee in our lives. 🖤
6. Usopp from One Piece. That's my boy! He's so funny and relatable. I love characters who are brave while being terrified. Despite his wacky goofy personality, he's complex and insecure but he stands by his guns and isn't afraid to challenge even his best friend/captain to defend what he believes and GOSH what a stand up guy ammiright?
7. Eleanor Shellstrop from The Good Place. I love a disaster of a woman. She's a selfish bisexual with zero shame, what's more to love? I just can't help it. I'm weak for women who are just The Worst ™️.
8. Manny from Swiss Army Man. I mean... He's dead, he teaches us what it means to be alive, and he's played by Daniel Radcliffe. He's basically the perfect character, right? Listen, Swiss Army Man is my all time favorite movie and I want everyone else to like it too. I can't even talk much on it because it's so much better when you watch it yourself. Especially if you love amazing soundtracks, beautiful visuals, and queer revelations.
9. Hal from Malcolm in the Middle. I'm such a sucker for husbands who are obsessed with their wives and men in touch with their emotions and Hal is the epitome of both those things! I watched this show while growing up and I truly think that Bryan Cranston's portrayal of Hal taught me how men are supposed to act, especially in regards to their romantic partners. And now my own partner is basically a less theatrical version of him so it paid off ya know?
10. Judas Iscariot from Jesus Christ Superstar (1973). This is mainly based on performance. Carl Anderson did such an AMAZING job playing Judas that he literally stole the show, imo. Jesus who? You mean Judas's boyfriend? It's not JUST his performance though, the way the character is written is so well done that I feel like Judas is the real main character. Yeah, this is the story about Jesus but he ain't the star, ya dig? He's a basic bitch in comparison to the complexity and emotional turmoil of Judas. Also they're gay and in love, what a tragedy! This is cinema!
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Big James | Thunder | Romantic
Dialogue prompt: “This is not what it looks like!”
Requested: Yes
When you find your fiancé in a position not meant for you to see, you momentarily question your betrothal to him.
With a joyful spring in your step, you hum a soft song as you head into camp, carrying your freshly acquired basket of figs, dates, apricots and other fruits underneath your arm. The sun has already sunk behind the mountains, the encampment cloaked in gentle twilight, the fire already crackling pleasantly, the women as well as Judas and John, your brother-in-law-to-be, sit around it.
“Hi, (Y/n)!” Mary is the first one to acknowledge your return, “I see that you come bearing gifts!”
You laugh and nod, holding out the basket in her direction, “Look,” you breathe, “The best fruits I could find at market. Of course they can never compete with Capernaum’s harvest, but I’ve gotten myself quite the bargain. Speaking of which, Judas, this is for you.”
Reaching into your purse, you take out what is left from your shopping trip, and the former businessman looks up from his work to take it from you, counting it in his palm before slipping it into the bag on his hip and jotting something down in a small ledger he keeps on him wordlessly.
“Where’s James?” you ask, finding the nicest apricot you can find from the top of the fruit pile.
“Which one?” Judas absentmindedly queries, earning a scoff from John.
“Which one do you think? My brother of course! When you find him, tell him he still owes me two shekels.”
You frown but cannot fight the smile. “What? Did you guys bet on something?”
John swallows thickly, afraid that you’d disapprove of the siblings’ antics, even though your facial expression didn’t tell such a thing, and the younger of the brothers shrugs.
“Well, it’s about something that I won a long time ago. He might listen to you, since you’re his fiancée and all. But, to answer your question, he is behind the tents.”
With a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk, you stand and brush your palms down your skirt. “Thank you, John. I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Your brother-in-law nods and takes a handful of dates from the basket whilst you turn towards the aforementioned direction, heading over to seek out James. With that same content song, you walk towards it, avoiding a few astray rocks on the ground.
“How often do I need to tell you that you need to keep your nose out of other people’s business?” Simon’s voice rings from behind the tent. You freeze in your step, a frown of worry knitting your brow.
“Haven’t we warned you quite enough?!” The familiarity of James' voice yet the sharp edge to his timbre causes conflicted feelings to well up inside your chest, and you rush over to see what is going on, your gut dropping and nausea clawing at your throat the very second you lay eyes on it.
With one hand laced into the front of his tunic, Big James holds up Matthew so tightly that he slightly lifts the former tax-collector off the ground. The young man in question seems terrified, clawing at your fiancé’s hand, sputtering for air. As soon as you appear in the corner of his eye, James sharply turns to you, his mouth falling agape as he realises what you’ve just walked into.
“James!” you exclaim, “How often do I need to tell you to stop picking on Matthew?!”
“(Y/n!) This– This is not what it looks like! ” He quickly releases Matthew, but the damage has already been done. The poor man coughs, a hand on his chest.
“Whatever your explanation is, I don’t need to hear it!” you spit. Simon puts a palm up in defence, but it does only more bad than good, for annoyance rears up inside of you, red hot and angry.
“Calm down, (Y/n), we were just—”
“Shut up, Simon! James, I thought we had talked this through!”
James struggles to find the words. “Sweetheart, please let me—”
“Don’t you sweetheart me now, James, son of Zebedee!” you rage, “We’re not teenagers anymore! I thought you had changed!”
Stomping away through camp, you ignore both James calling after you as well as the concerned looks being cast your way by the friends you’d deposited the fruits to earlier, tossing the apricot blindly back towards the basket. It lands next to the fire, stained with ash upon impact, and John takes it quickly before it goes up into flames, dusting it down on his tunic.
“What’s gotten into her?” he questions, seeing his brother approach. He stands and intersects himself between you and James in pursuit of you, nearly being pushed out of the way by the wall of muscle that is his older brother.
“Get out of my way—”
“Hey, hey, James, what’s going on?”
James calls after you: “(Y/n), let me explain, please!” You do, however, not look back, and a few more people have come to check out what all the commotion is about.
With tears shivering on the brims of your eyes, you find a secluded spot to mull over what you had just witnessed and hold it in the light of your engagement to James whilst your lover attempts to explain the situation to the others the best he can.
“Simon and I were just… Ah, we were just trying to–”
“We were teaching Matthew how to defend himself.” Simon interrupts. “So James had grabbed him by the collar. (Y/n) walked in on us and thought that James was bullying him.”
Matthew, fiddling with his handkerchief, supports their statement. “T-That is true,” he says, “They weren’t trying to hurt me in any way. Just… They were acting out something to see how I’d react. I-I needed to stab someone in the eye with my pen, and… I’m just not very… Good at it yet.”
Mary lets out a sound. “Ah, I understand her response, then.”
A few curious glances are sent her way and she shrugs. “What? I get it. I’ve had a lot of conversations with her about the subject of how you guys used to be as teenagers. There is a reason that Jesus calls you the Sons of Thunder, right? I suppose that (Y/n) wants to make sure that you’re able to control yourself before starting a family.”
James sighs deeply, knowing that Mary is right. “Yeah, I see where you’re coming from. I wasn’t necessarily… Peaceful when we were younger. And it has caused her father to give me quite a hard time before he allowed me her hand in marriage.”
“You’d best go after her, man,” John insists, “Just explain to her what has been going on.”
“I don’t think she wants to talk to me right now.” James huffs in defeat, his eyes feeling watery and heavy. His shoulders slump as he sighs.
Mary speaks up again: “I can go to see her for a second, try to explain what you’ve told us. Even though it’s best that you’ll reassure her soon after. But she might be willing to speak to me rather than to you.” It sounds unintentionally harsh, so she adds, “Just to calm her down a bit. I’m sure she’ll want to talk to you afterwards.”
Knowing that it is the best option, James agrees, nodding at the dark-haired woman. “Of course.”
She heads out, finding you on the side of camp, sitting with your back against a large boulder. When she clears her throat to catch your attention, you quickly avert your gaze and sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve.
“I’m not in the mood for a chat right now, Mary,” you tell her with a creaky voice, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“I know,” she acknowledges, “But I needed to check up on you to see if you were okay. What is going on?” She wants to hear the story from you before drawing conclusions. When you don’t immediately reply, Mary sinks down on the ground next to you, keeping you company within a few moments of silence.
“I just… I wanted to bring him an apricot – James, I mean – and I… He was just… Poor Matthew was being held up by his collar. Even his sandals were off the ground, and… I’m just having so many thoughts right now.” You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand, suppressing a sob. “James and I grew up together. He has always been a bit brash, used to get in all kinds of trouble in his teenage years together with John, and… Do you reckon he has truly grown up from it all? That he can be the father to my children if he still hasn’t matured past the point of bullying someone half his size?”
Mary puts a hand on your shoulder and pats it gently, smiling softly. “Hey now, it’s alright. First of all, I feel like there resides something from our childhood in all of us, and if you ask me, all of these adult men are actually oversized toddlers.” There is humour in her voice and it manages to earn a laugh from you. “But all jokes aside, (Y/n), Simon and James weren’t bullying Matthew. If anything, they were helping him.”
“ Helping him?!” Your tone is upset again, but Mary quickly manages to get rid of that brief anxiety by continuing her explanation.
“They were teaching him how to defend himself against an attacker and were thus acting out as if they were trying to harm him. Matthew concedes to this, by the way. James wasn’t picking on him.”
Now familiar with the context, your anger shrinks into shame. Your face falls, a red flush on your neck. “Oh…” you breathe, softly. “I didn’t… Didn’t know, I…”
“You couldn’t have known,” Mary reassures you. “I’ll fetch him, okay? Then you two can talk it out.”
Swallowing thickly, you nod. Your friend arises and heads over to send James in your direction, who rushes up to you quickly, for Mary had informed him about your state in passing.
“(Y/n).” he mutters when he finds you, sitting down next to you. At once, you accept his slightly opened arms when he holds them out to you, allowing him to embrace you.
“You must think of me as a whining and spoiled little girl right now,” you bitterly huff.
“No, what are you talking about?”
“Because I jumped to conclusions and didn’t give you the chance to explain yourself without storming off.”
James hums and tightens his grip on you. “Don’t say such things, sweetheart. Out of context, it must have seemed very compromising. I promise you that Simon and I were only trying to help him out.”
You laugh lightly. “That’s relieving. And here I was, already reflecting on everything we’ve been through.”
“I’ve worked way too hard to get your hand,” James murmurs with humour in his tone, “You won’t get rid of me that easily.”
With a scoff of laughter, you playfully punch his chest. “It had taken you long enough back then, indeed. I remember you repairing my father’s cart in the hopes of earning his favour.”
“It helped, didn’t it? I get to marry the most beautiful woman in all of Galilee - scratch that, the entirety of Israel.”
You grin, blushing, and lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder whilst James chuckles, pressing a kiss onto your temple. In pleasant silence, you let the nightly cold creep over you.
“You better continue fulfilling your promises, Jay,” you murmur suddenly. James presses a kiss into your hair before pulling away, frowning.
“Hm?”
You look up at him with an innocent smile. “You owe John two shekels from some bet you lost.”
Realisation crosses his face and your fiancé lets out a sound of annoyance, even though he is unable to keep himself from chuckling. “These two stupid coins? That was ages ago!”
“All the more reason to give it to him.”
He hums, wrapping his arm around your waist a little tighter, softly drawing circles on the small of your back. “You’re right,” he whispers. “I will.”
You cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb through the thickness of his beard. “Good,” you muse softly against his lips, leaning up to kiss him, “That’s what I like to hear.”
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Do you have any good Wulf songs or playlists? I’m working on a Wulf playlist but am really struggling to capture his essence
oh boy, do i have songs! i’ve been adding and listening to my wulf playlist nonstop for months now. here are some songs from that playlist, plus a line or two from each that i think is a good example of why i added it:
poor isaac — the airborne toxic event (“and i’d be less uptight if i knew the sight of blood was just a weakness and not the whole reason that you made me”)
lying beast — run river north (“lies, lies that i couldn’t see / i couldn’t see that the liar was me / so i flew away with myself / i was the beast all alone in my hell”)
it will come back — hozier (“don’t let me in with no intention to keep me / jesus christ, don’t be kind to me / honey, don’t feed me, i will come back”)
despite what you’ve been told — two gallants (“i guess i made this bed but i’ll take the sidewalk instead / that’s how we deal with boys like me / but despite what you’ve been told, i once had a soul / left somewhere behind a former friend of mine”)
meet me in the woods — lord huron (“i have seen what the darkness does / say goodbye to who i was”)
a good man — semler (“you poisoned the well of someone you called a friend / i think you’d rather they hate you but i don’t think they do / they’re just sad you keep killing the good man in you”)
it’s a job — wolfie’s just fine (“the life you need to lose is unspeakable / deny his mind, his crimes are versatile / everybody knows that it’s a job / everybody knows how much it costs”)
bones don’t rust — the mountain goats (“they can find a use for a scarecrow, depending on your stomach for crows / always gonna need a little muscle if you prove yourself worthy of trust”)
the mask — matt maeson (“with a piece happy home that they stripped from the bone / i did not react / i settled my grievance by crafting a mask and i never looked back”)
see the day — the altogether (“the sleeping slip has begun to fray / i never thought i’d see the day / the pious hunter stops stalking prey / i never thought i’d see the day”)
the anthem of mr. dark — the arcadian wild (“just do what you’re told without wondering why / don’t ask for a reason no matter the season / sit down and comply ‘cause we don’t want no free men / we’ll say what you are, decide what you’re not / you’ll go and you’ll go and you never will stop”)
wolfie — cottonwood firing squad (“how far we go sometimes to help us sleep at night / it’s not where you’re going, it’s what you’re running from”)
cry for judas — the mountain goats (“i am just a broken machine and i do things that i don’t really mean / long black night, morning frost / i’m still here but all is lost”)
better in the morning — birdtalker (“stuck inside a cycle of opinions where there’s two clear ways and i always take the easy one / and i’m always left with the taste in my mouth”)
the absolute best feeling — joshua bond (“and when i look back at this planet from the void between the stars in the arms of some celestial source of time / she’ll show me everything was bound to turn out fine”)
my playlist is longer than just these, but i think this is a solid selection and some of the others take a bit more explanation. i hope these help kickstart your playlist!!
#my wulf playlist is everything to me ive been wanting to talk about it on here for forever#ask answered#eadwulf grieve#eodwulf grieve#cr playlist#critical role
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could I request apostles headcanons where after having just boys for a long time with reader they have a babygirl
I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this! It’s just so wholesome <3
Simon P: With living in a household full of boys, Simon is super nervous to have a girl. But his worries wash away when he first sees her. It’s like his whole world got turned upside down and he was helplessly wrapped around her tiny finger from day one.
Andrew: This little girl is like a spoonful of sugar and when he sees her, Andrew immediately knows he’d do anything for this child. When she’s older, he’ll start making her little treats, like honey dipped apples, and small pastries.
Big James: Haha I think he secretly wanted a girl to begin with. This man has a tough exterior but inside he is all fluff and sweetness. If she asks for a hug or cuddles, he will agree 110% of the time. Get ready for overprotective father at its finest. He just lives her so much.
John: As soon as he gets to hold his daughter, he can’t put her down. He can’t even take his eyes off her. It’s going to take multiple people telling him that he needs to go to sleep before he finally lets someone take the baby out of his arms.
Simon Z: I find it hilarious to imagine Simon’s sons are peaceful little sweethearts, and here comes along this daughter with a fiery passion to rival the Thunders. Oh man he’s gonna teach her self defense but she’s gonna get scary good. Also! He lifts her onto his shoulder and they go on walks around town all the time.
Philip: He would absolutely teach her to dance. She’d step up on his feet and the two would dance around the kitchen for as long as they wanted to. He’d absolutely take her on hikes and nature walks to explore and appreciate the beauty of God’s creation.
Judas: So so so many of the hugs and kisses for his lil baby girl!!!! He wants to be able to provide for her best he can, and hopefully have enough wealth to give her a dream life one day. He would definitely be the dad that comes home, picks his daughter up, and spins her until they both get dizzy.
Little James: He sings to her every night as she falls asleep, but what he doesn’t know is she’s listening to the words and melody. After a particularly rough night, he hears the soft patter of his daughters footsteps, then her small voice as she sings the song. He ends up writing music to sing with her.
Thaddeus: This little girl is about to be spoiled beyond her wildest dreams. Not materially, but with so much live and affection. Piggy back rides 24/7. If she needs new clothes, he’d be the one going with her to get the materials to make it.
Nathaniel: Oh man Nathaniel and his daughter are a power couple you don’t want to mess with. If they lived in modern times, the two would be walking around with shades, lollipops, and Nat would be wearing that baby carrier thing. Do not mess, they are judging you. The two are inseparable.
Matthew: His sons can be a little much and they’re stressful to handle sometimes. So coming home to his daughter is the highlight of his day. He’d sit down next to her on the bed and read her stories. The words on the page and the rhythmic breaths of his little daughter never fail to calm him down.
Thomas: He would have the best time of his life homeschooling his daughter. Girls aren’t allowed in Torah class, but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t learn, especially if she’s passionate about it like his daughter is. She quickly becomes more well educated than many of the boys in her town, and her father is eternally proud of his little girl.
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Something metal 🥁
Kevin schlieb × fem!reader
Movie: Metal lords
Part 6
Blue italic= there thoughts
Green italic= Kevin narrating
(Scene skip ⏭️)
We’re the music room wanting, Hunter put posters all over school for a bass player, now we’re waiting for someone to show up after waiting an hour, hunter walks out of the room to see If anyone’s out there,
so after waiting we start to get bored and start playing random tunes, after four hours and no one shows up Hunter and I fell asleep but we get woken up by a voice “Sorry I’m so late. Glad you guys are still here” Hunter and I get up
“No…No problem” I told him “No, yeah, not at all. Uh…Yeah. Um, so…Um. What do you know?” Hunter asked while picking up his guitar “Well, how about you guys start playing and I’ll work my way in.” The guy sounded like a douche, Hunter looks at him “Cool” Hunter walks up to me “How far have you you gone in the…the thing--“ “Yeah. I… I got through Metallica, Judas Priest. I’m in the middle of Slayer right now and I’m having a little bit of trouble--“ “Okay. Okay. Let’s try, uh… Let’s try “For Whom the Bell Tolls”. Okay? You got it, Kev?” He asked me and I nodded my head
“One, two, three, four. One, two” Hunter and I start playing then the guy joins in, he seems not bad till he starts acting crazy and walks closer to Hunter making Hunter back up into the amps so we stops playing but the guy continues playing “Yeah. Okay, cool. All right, man” Hunter pushes him back a little “Let’s…That was cool. Le-- Um, let’s try playing the song. Let’s try playing the song and we can see how we vibe together as a band, and then we’ll work on all the stage-show elements later.”
Hunter tried to reason with him “Right. Cool.” He agreed “Two, three, four” I said then we start playing the song, and then guy starts kicking things down and starts playing random notes so Hunter and I stop playing and he even unplugs the cord to his guitar but continues playing. I nodded my head knowing this was a fail.
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Hunter and I walk out of school hearing Clay talk to his drummer Hunter puts an arm around my shoulder walk towards his car “We don’t need a bass player to beat those stooges. Just keep it us two” he said so I said “Okay. Like, uh… White Stripes” Hunter scoffs
“Weak. No, here, check this out.” He heads me one of his AirPods “It’s just two guys.” I put the AirPod in and listen to what it sounded like just people screaming, i don’t want Hunter and I to be like that, I could barely hear
“It means that we wouldn’t gave to split our contest winnings three ways… Something to consider” I didn’t like this I couldn’t hear anything Hunter was saying. We see students crowded around Hunters car, Hunter runs over to see what’s wrong, his window is smashed with the words “Suck It Cunt” on the window in red spray paint and his tires slashed Robbie speaks from behind me “That’s mean” I turn and look at him “Yeah, it is.”
Scene skip ⏭️
I get to my house and flop on my bed. It doesn’t feel like a good to tell Hunter that I don’t wanna be in a band that people being tortured. But I think it’s time for him to seriously consider the only good option we have. No, it’s a great option. It is time to speak truth to power. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and put on my glasses.
Scene skip ⏭️
“We have, like, two weeks, and she can learn everything in two days.” Kevin said and pointed to me, I stand there not knowing what to do and play with my thumbs
“It’s nothing personal, Y/n. It’s just your not consistent with the image we’re trying to project… like I told Kevin.” I lean my head back “Is it because she’s a girl?” Kevin asked him and I was wondering the same thing
“No.” Hunter said looking at Kevin “Well…what about Joan Jett?” Kevin pointed at me agreeing “Doesn’t she rock?” I asked “Um, the-- What about The Runaways?” Kevin asked and I nodded my head “That’s Joan Jett.” Hunter said getting bored
“Okay. Well, there’s Lita Ford.” “That’s The Runaways.” Hunter also said “And there’s, um… There’s, uh… What’s her-- Um…” Kevin starts rambling “Kevin” Hunter try’s to stop him “Uh, what-- what’s… What’s the one with the song…” Kevin looks over at me, I try to think with him
“Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin, we are a metal band. We are not an indie metal band. We are not an alt-metal band. We are not a sort of metal band. We are a metal band. And for us to have a cello player instead of a bass player would be completely gay” Hunter said a little loudly which hurts my feelings
“Uh…” I look at him then to the walls from all the male metal posters he has up and I nod my head “You’ve gotta take all that in context” Hunter said and I sighed
“Gay?” Kevin speaks up “Gay? Our band is called Skullfucker. Skullfucker. You named it that to impress girls? We’re gonna die virgins in a band called Skullfucker” I look over at Kevin and my eyes widen and he looks over at me and realizes what he said and looks back at Hunter “What I meant was, we’re not--“ Hunter cuts him off “Oh, come on. Like she didn’t know” Hunter said and looked at me.
Part 7 🥁
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No More Running: Chapter 3 - Can I Play with Madness?
To say that Dustin was excited would be the understatement of the year. The kid could. not. sit. still in the passenger seat of Eddie's van as they drove towards the trailer park, nor could he stop talking. To be completely honest Eddie was kind of zoning in and out as Dustin rambled on and on about various things, campaign ideas, character designs... the works. His chest was tight again and had been since last period since the teacher had held him after class and congratulated him on his grades and asked what he had planned for life after school. Once again, he was confronted with the reality that he didn't think he'd ever actually reach.
"Dude, are you listening to me?" Dustin's voice snapped him out of his thoughts again
"Yeah man, sorry, what were you saying?" Eddie asked as he reached over to lower the stereo
"I was ASKING, what I can know now about the campaign since you're letting me help." Dustin was still bouncing in his seat
"Well, I didn't want to jump into something too terribly difficult since it's only our first meeting since ... well everything... but so far, I have it planned out that you're all going to start off in the town Inn and be sent to see the King. The King is then going to request that you head to the local cemetery where the dead are rising and no one's sure why."
"AND THEN?" Dustin said eagerly, leaning forward, fingers splayed on the dash
"Well, I mean a lot is going to depend on how the play goes... what everyone's actions are right? But I figure once in the graveyard they can find out that they need to head down into the Kings crypt and in there will be a bit of a maze of tunnels... some containing treasure and some containing baddies. At the end I want there to be a big boss, but I haven't figured out what I want it to be yet. Seems impractical to have a dragon underground you know?" Eddie chuckles
Dustin leaned back and tapped his fingers on his chin as he stared out the window thinking "Hmm, well what form of undead are the dead rising as?" he asked looking back at Eddie
"Well, I was thinking either Skeletons or Zombies?" Eddie tossed back
"What about Vampires?"
"What are you thinking? I can practically hear your gears turning?" Eddie laughed
"Well, we just defeated Vecna right? Like in Real life and in the game before that...and we know about Kas but what if we made up some sort of character like Kas just this character wants to copy Vecna but also one up him?"
"Mind flaying and all?" Eddie asked curious at where this kid's brain was going with this
Dustin thought on that one for a minute "Nah, I think the stuff we encountered in hell should be kind of avoided. I don't want anyone to be sad. I just want us all to have a good time. Maybe we shouldn't do vampires? Maybe the Bonies are the best way to go?"
"Hmm, let's think on it some more. When we get in you can comb through the books and see what you can find?"
This quieted Dustin and Eddie was able to turn the stereo back up, his mixtape turning to Judas Priest. Eddie was drumming his fingers along too Hot for Love when he noticed you. He'd never seen you before... he would remember. You were curvy in all the right places, jeans filled out nicely by a shapely ass that simply hypnotized as you walked. The back of your jean jacket looked to have been hand painted... it looked like a Kiss tribute painting from the quick glance he could steal without running off of the road. You were practically dragging your backpack along the ground, kicking stones as you walked. "Where did she come from?" Eddie thought to himself. You had to live in the same trailer park as there weren't any homes near here... were you the new neighbor? Uh. Oh.
"Do you know who that is? She looks like your type." questioned Dustin giggling
"I don't... but we did just have someone move in." Eddie said shaking his head... they were about to turn off into the park. No sense in offering a ride from here... and admittedly, as curious as he was about you, he didn't want to worry about first impressions while Dustin-sitting. Even if Dustin was one of the coolest kids he knew.
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Pulling up to his modest little home, he and Dustin hopped out of the Van – each grabbing their backpacks and Dustin the box of D&D shit they had grabbed from the choir room where they hosted Hellfire. Eddie unlocked the door and ushered him in, only momentarily noting to himself that this was Dustin's first time seeing their new trailer since the old one had gotten... well... utterly obliterated.
Dustin didn't waste time however before he was investigating the new home that still had boxes of things needing to be unpacked lining walls. He was opening and closing doors, whistling appreciatingly with each new space. Eddie grinned proudly. Truth be told this place really was a nicer home than what they had had before, still a part of him missed the old trailer that had been his home for as long as he could remember. That one had been familiar... all the mugs and caps lining the walls... secondhand furniture...dirty dishes in the sink... Even Eddie's room felt a little foreign to him sometimes. He had hung up some new posters and tried to make it his own again, hung up his beauty over top of a Corroded Coffin banner his new group of friends had made him. All in all, it really was a nice room... but it didn't even smell like home anymore and that kind of bothered him. But hey. He was graduating soon, right?
Dustin had sprawled out on Eddie's floor, completely surrounded by guidebooks, character sheets, models, and dice. He was scribbling away drawing up ideas for the boss and bad guys they'd face this weekend. Eddie sat against the headboard of his bed, acoustic guitar in hand, casually strumming random chords and tunes as he threw suggestions and ideas back and forth with his friend. Within a few hours they both were pretty happy with what they had come up with and Dustin was absolutely vibrating with excitement and beaming with pride. Eddie had made sure to praise him every time he came up with a solid idea (and truth be told he had a lot!) Eddie wanted to make sure to build his confidence up, so he'd feel comfortable taking over the club when it was Eddie's time to go.
"We should probably get you home soon dude." Eddie said as he glanced at the clock. They had definitely gone past when Dustin was usually supposed to be home.
"What time is it?" Dustin asked also glancing to the clock "SHIT YEAH MOMS GOING TO KILL ME!" Dustin exclaimed as he scrambled around, gathering up the things he'd be taking home with him
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He had dropped Dustin off at home and apologized to his mother for getting him home so late with the assurance that they would call next time. She had a soft spot for Eddie after everything so ultimately, they were forgiven for their losing time. Now Eddie was pulling back up to his trailer, taking an extra few to finish Ride the Lightning. It was a grave sin after all, to turn off such great music. He sat bobbing his head slightly, fingers faux strumming chords as he occasionally puffed on a cigarette, eyes closed and lost in the riffs of the song. It was one of few moments of peace he'd been able to find since everything in the Upside down, and it was interrupted by the slamming of a screen door.
Eddie's eyes shot open as he looked around quickly for the source of the noise and found it. You were hurrying off in the direction of the woods that surrounded the park. He could tell you were upset, and it cause something to lurch in his stomach. Eddie quickly shut off the van. Cranked his window up and jumped out, grabbing the stashed flashlight and hurrying off to follow. No one should be in these woods by themselves. But especially after dark. The upside-down threat may be cleared but who knows if something else could be lurking in the shadows.
Next Chapter - Chapter 4
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Kait, Kait I just had an idea 😳
"Who Is She? (Reprise)" from the Centaurworld for Lila/Wisteria. I need to hear your thoughts on this because I am feeling so many feelings rn jfthfhgth
Help me, I think I’m far too gone
And my reflection has become an unfamiliar someone
So close, but I think I’m stuck in place
I don’t deserve you, now that I forgot your face
Who is she?
She’s the ghost of the girl I used to know
Who is she?
She’s the echo I’m chasing
Who is she?
Oh, I swore that I’d never let her go
And now the one I held so dear, my mind’s erasing
It takes a little boldness, and a little bit of magic
I went on my own, but now I’m alone
I’m lost and I am panicked
I think I should go, into the unknown
So say bye, to the old
Oh, I have feelings about this because it reminds me of when Wisteria is faced with reality instead of delusion. I think about the time when it all changed and there was no going back to what it used to be. In my eyes, I can see her staring dazedly at her reflection in a dirty mirror in the basement of Mint Eye after she made that spur-of-the-moment decision to trust Saeyoung.
Her loyalty is to Unknown and not to anything else, and she feared for his safety. She knew that Savior wouldn't be able to do anything. She risked her chances, risked that fear in her heart that Unknown would never trust her again, knowing that he needed help and that his one chance was probably this redheaded man who she still couldn't dare trust herself. In his golden eyes, she saw fear for her Unknown. That was all it took to make a split-second decision.
But, where does that leave her, then? She was punished for letting Saeyoung escape. She was punished for not doing more to stop her boss from being kidnapped by Vanderwood. She was punished just because Rika was upset that her plan was floundering and she was the easiest target to take out her frustration on. We know she's left lost in a stupor of elixir and pain until Saeyoung is brought back to Mint Eye with Vanderwood, Minji & Judas, and Unknown.
Wisteria lay there on the floor, whispering what happened and what she had to do to protect them and Unknown, and Minji is the one in that situation who tells her that she's not a bad person. She helped them save him... and even though they're trapped, they're trying to help her and Unknown escape this place. But, she's far away from all of them in that. She just sees her reflection in the candlelight and is lost.
When I listened to this song, I didn't think about her transformation into Wisteria. I thought about when Lila is confronted with her past self and her current self. I see her looking at her tired eyes, broken soul, and chipped heart. I see her not knowing who she is, seeing a memory of herself before it all started, and not knowing who that is anymore because that bubbly, shy, and passionate person was lost during her stay in Mint Eye.
"Who is she? Who... is... she...? I don't remember her. I would know a face like hers... but I don't anymore. I'm sure I don't deserve her as my reflection because I've done wrong and she's... just... harmless." She would think. Her former self feels like a memory... an echo she'll never find again.
But, as we know, this is Wisteria's peak moment to decide what she wants to be. When we see her in the basement, we don't know if she will turn against them once Unknown comes for her or if she'll do the impossible and save everyone from destruction. She's lost in the dark and in the unknown... and I think picturing her bouncing between her identity before Mint Eye and her current self as she runs throughout the halls of Mint Eye to stop Unknown from shooting V is what fits this scenery.
Maybe she does catch the memory... if only because when she looks into Unknown's eyes as his fingers tremble against the gun, confused and afraid, it's not Wisteria who wants to save him from committing a crime he can't take back, it's Lila... who fell for him despite his crass and vindictive nature, wanting his soft eyes that looked at her and promised her that she'd never know the burn of elixir if he could help it.
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Silver Bullets: Part 9
Serialized, original screenplay about modern werewolves
by Buddy Garrison
EXT. GHOST TOWN - MORNING
The SUV pulls up to the outside of the ghost town.
Like an old Western movie set mixed with an abandoned mining complex. A nice shot of hell. It looks like some people still tried to live there.
With the sun rising, it just exposes how horrific it really is.
INT. SUV - MORNING
Chrissy feels it. Shakes her head. Starts to cry. Remembers what happened in the forest.
CHRISSY
No. I don't want this. We need to go. Now. I want to go home.
COOPER
You had your chance. We didn't want you to come.
PRIEST
Be brave, child.
CHRISSY
No. You're not listening. I want to leave. Now!
PRIEST
We can't leave.
COOPER
You wanted this!!
Cooper gets out of the SUV. He rips open the trunk.
He pulls out the silver shotguns and pistols and starts loading them angrily.
COOPER
You wanted this. Watch and see what you came all this way for.
Cooper slams the door and walks towards the ghost town.
EXT. GHOST TOWN - MORNING
Cooper takes a few steps towards the town.
He stops. For all his heroics, he is terrified.
COOPER
Every single time. Every time. Come on. Pull yourself...together.
Cooper looks up to see JUDAS standing in the middle of the town, suddenly. Dressed to the nines. A perfect modern suit in the hell hole desert.
Cooper hears Priest slowly get out of the car.
COOPER
Stay with her, Priest.
Priest slowly does, getting back in the car.
JUDAS
You came for your hunt, yes?
Judas slowly walks towards Cooper.
Cooper raises his gun, but the growls and snarls from all the unseen hybrids immediately filled the air.
Cooper keeps his shaking rifle up, but doesn't pull the trigger.
COOPER
Hunt. Purification. Taking the trash out. Whatever you want to call it.
JUDAS
You know, as scared as you are of us...
COOPER
Don't flatter me.
JUDAS
Fine. We'll just feed on you.
ANCHOR jumps out of the air and tackles Cooper, snarling and biting. Cooper knocks him off him with a brutal swing of his rifle, cracking his head.
As he does, other werewolf/man hybrids run at him.
Cooper starts firing the silver bullets into all he can.
COOPER
Get her out of here!!! Now!!!
Priest throws the car in reverse, as a group run after him into the desert.
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The Two Witnesses Reveal the Glory Pt. 3
I was just coming back from the Reawakening conference in Virginia with Pastor Rudy and the team, and I learned that the Georgia Guidestones were destroyed. If you haven’t heard of the Georgia Guidestones, they were monolith stones that were put on a hill in Georgia, and no one really knows how they got there or who even put them there.
On these stones were written the Satanic 10 commandments. One of those commandments is that the population should come down to 500,000,000. They are talking about eugenics, depopulation, which is the plan for the New World Order. They say this will happen by 2028. Why did they want to get the population down? Simply because it is easier to control people with a smaller population.
I was interviewing a sister by the name of Sheila Holm, who has done extensive research on the Georgia Guidestones, and she explained how those stones got there. Donald Trump has actually read her books. We just hit it off when we spoke - I usually will interview someone for about 30 minutes, but we went on for an hour.
This monument was put on a specific spot of the east coast of the United States, with a spiritual strategy of targeting the “East Gate.” They are putting a marker for opening a gate for Satan. In Israel, the Muslims had put a cemetery on the East Gate because they know that the Word says that the Messiah will come through the East Gate. They really think that a graveyard is going to stop the King of Glory. We are the temple that the Lord is going to enter through.
At the conference, I had the opportunity to listen to a virologist who spoke about Satanists in the government. She even spoke about Hillary Clinton, who promoted a book to her followers titled “Rules for Radicals.” In that book, the author dedicated it to Lucifer, the “ultimate radical.” That book is about how to destroy a society and the tactics in this book are also used by George Soros.
So, every Christian who voted for Hillary Clinton was voting for Satan. There is no way you can vote Democrat and actually be a Christian. Every one of us is held accountable for our choice in casting a vote, and there won’t be any excuses. The social programs the Democrats push are irrelevant. Let’s remember that Jesus rebuked the Pharisees who were decorating the tombs of the prophets; the Pharisees said that if they were there in the time of their fathers they would not have persecuted the prophets. In Luke 11:47, Jesus said, “Woe to you, because you build tombs for the prophets, and it was your ancestors who killed them.” So, you can say all you want that you didn’t vote for Hillary Clinton because of her Satanic beliefs, but Jesus is looking at where we cast our votes.
The Lord said that He will give you leaders after your own heart (Jer. 3:15). So, when I see leaders in the church who are still voting Democrat, they are not concerned about holiness. It’s not about holiness or the people, it’s about self and about money. They allow LGBT into the churches. Listen, I have no problem with anyone from that community coming to church. They need healing just like everyone else. If a man were to walk into our church wearing a dress, you treat them the same way as you would anyone else. The problem with these churches is they are conforming to and compromising with things that contradict the faith.
I know what I am saying is intense, but listen, the Lord loves us and wants us to get ready. He is there to help us. If you feel like the Lord is not hearing your prayers, it does not mean the Lord has left you. He is working things out in your life and trying to get you cleaned up. He is there for us, and even if we are living in sin, He will take us to the woodshed to bring correction for our benefit. Hebrews 12:6 tells us that the Lord chastises those whom He loves. A good Father disciplines their children. It is when we refuse to change that we can become like Judas. Trust in the Lord to take us through the process. We need to be completely sold out to Christ. Amen.
Sincerely,
Apostle Michael Petro
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Katie 1/23/17
.....can be *trusted*? What about all the stuff about her being Jesus, and me being the Virgin Mary?
How am i supposed to know what’s real, and what’s not real, Horse? Like, is the stuff about Blond real?
(dramatic sigh)
But Jane is saying that i can’t trust my guides.
(Jane is a medium in cali who warned me things were going to go haywire the night before katie died)
That i can’t read for myself. Is that true?
That Random and God and you are all gonna say the same thing that katie says.
Well, is it true that all the phone calls have been from Blond’s people? Almost all of them?
(pause)
And is it true that she’s pregnant?
And is it true that she’s going to miscarry on april 17th?
I’m just thinking about...jakk. I heard what you said the other night, i did. You know i listen to you. (yawns) i need to lie down a bit more.
(break in tape, a buzzing in the background, now talking to “katie”)
And i think that that’s what jane doesn’t understand. You’re not a normal 9 year old..is that correct?
And i think that’s what she wasn’t getting. But that’s just so obvious to me. Like, i feel that. It would be obvious to me if you were just a normal year old. If my niece had just died, and..i know that that is deeper.
You know?
But...(transmission)
i get that. I know that.
I like the way that i can feel you reacting in my body.
(pause)
I just heard a man calling Blond....a man calling Blond in my head...and leaving her a voicemail. Saying “you need to stop Blondrich Closetwitch, do you hear me “
Is that just because i’m angry? Is that just because i’m tired of it.
“No”?
Should i give someone her phone number? Patrick?
(Pause)
That’s bad though, that’s the dark, that’s the dark..right? That’s the dark. That’s Blond’s way. (tearful) that’s the dark, that’s Blond’s way (more tears) and i just have to, like, focus. And ask for God’s help.
So you think it’s almost time to call my father. Thousand dollars meeting with healers, trying to figure out what happened...tell him i’ve done that, 800$ meeting with healers, and they all...i
can play it all for him. (getting manic) and that right now i need his help. I can quit the business and i can get a job waiting tables. (smiling) like you told me to
And then i’ll just see the normal clients that i like.
Right?
Do i need to wash my hair today?
I do?
Should we go to the tree now? It’s only 7. I guess we could go out there this early. Ok. i guess. (noises of getting dressed & prepped for the world )
( a long pause)
Katie....did jakk get a job somewhere else?
In the chef position?
So now he feels like he can file for divorce. Ohhhhhhhh. So he’ll have more money. That’s what he was telling me.
Is it a new place?
No....no(surprised)...it’s an established place? (she ruminates)
It’s not one of the DC restaurants, is it?
It is?
Is it saam?
Is it saambar?
(shocked) no! No it’s not, (thrilled) no it’s not. Really? He loves saam. He loves it.
(running water)
I know it sounds crazy.
.*really*?
What!
Is this an alternative world? (low laugh) did he actually get the chef position at saam bar?
( sounds of her moving around, until the tape ends)
NR 71 1/24/17
We’ve got a little time. Hold on i have to put my hair up, sorry. It’s like a rat’s nest. So was Blond Judas?
So Blond goes back, like, through time! Playing the role of..the traitor.
Is jakk...is jakk...so jakk is hearing my conversations with him?
And he’s trying to figure out how to get out of the situation with Blond.
Is he keeping his phone locked?
Good.
Ok
Is it safe for me to start texting him again?
You think so.
Is he really the chef of saambar?
I’m trying to get if that’s like....
Yes. that’s a yes.
Chef of saam bar.
(googling) new chef of saam bar...(perusing the website )
You’re saying yes
Huh
Have they announced it yet?
But he got it.
“Matt asked him.”
(shrieks) oh my god
(translating transmission)
So matt’s moving on to somewhere else....and asked jakk to take the position.
(freaking) oh god. Oh my god.
So, it’s not happening just yet.
Is it gonna be..more than 2 weeks?
Oh my god, that’s so great.
It really is happening then.
(pause)
I think i’m gonna go back to bed, my head still hurts. We can talk later. Is that ok? I’ve got to get one more hour of sleep.
But that’s great news. It’s really great news.
But does that mean that he’s still gonna go to europe?
Or does that mean i’m gonna go to europe?
(small laugh)
I’m going to europe
He’s gonna stay here and work and i’m gonna go to europe
I guess it makes sense.
Am i gonna have the money to go to europe? Is someone gonna give me the money? Cause i can’t be poor in europe. Am, i going to italy?
What about the cat? Is she coming with me?
And katie’s coming with me.
(concerned) Is my brother gonna kill himself?
Soon?
Is it true that dad admitted to claire what he did?
(pause)
I don’t know any italian
And we’re gonna write.....one more hour of sleep.
oh i see it’s because he’s the Magician.
I see why it’s happening. (end of tape)
NR 72 1/24/17
(talking to “Psychic Jakk”)
(angry) Took down my slixa, took down my eros, took down my backpage....like i’ve taken everything down, i’ve taken everything down...and she’s still trying to set up people, she’s contacting...i don’t know exactly how she’s finding them. But it does seem to be happening, somehow.
She is doing this.
She’s just trying to get me busted and she’s trying to use any means possible. Is this because she...is this because of the spells?
“Because she doesn’t want to go to jail for the spells. “
Well......does laurie know that i want to talk to her about the spells?
Yes, okay. Is she planning on talking to me? I had a feeling she would.
I am...i’m not giving up. It seems like Blond knows a lot of people. But that’s ok. Oh man it’s really raining. She knows a lot of people but that’s alright.
Do you know how she’s doing this?
Did she send out like a massive email or something? She did.
Did she say this woman is trying to wreck my marriage?
Huh.
Huh.
Don’t you think her mother should see the email?
Well, .......she’s not going to get to me. Can you find me a restaurant job? Can you like have one of your friends call me and hire me, stat? Just don’t let her know about it.
That would be a huge help.
You know i’m good. You know i’m great with people. And i’m gonna work on my resume tonight, i just have to go to the bank and make sure my account isn’t overdrawn.
And figure out if i’m getting a roommate or what, i guess. Which i really didn’t want to do but oh well..i’d rather just have you as my roommate.
But ...do you think that i should hold off on messaging laurie again? Ok
( translating transmission)
You’re handling it.
Alright i’m gonna let you get to work, i’m going to go to the bank...we’ll talk more later. Ok. alright. Ok. i love you.
ok bye.
Alright katie...we’re gonna get ready to go...out in the rain.
(end of tape)
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𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐘'𝐒 — 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 ) / feel free to change pronouns as you see fit !
THE TRADITION
❛ she's easy on the eyes. ❜
❛ her soul is black and it's a fact. ❜
❛ so take what you want, take what you can, take what you please. ❜
❛ ask for forgiveness, never permission. ❜
❛ It's in the blood and this is tradition. ❜
❛ they dress her up in golden crowns, her smile hides a lie. ❜
❛ you can take it back it's good as gone. ❜
❛ this is your soul, i hope what's left will last all summer long. ❜
❛ they said that boys were boys but they were wrong. ❜
BELLS IN SANTE FE
❛ don't call me by my name, all of this is temporary. ❜
❛ watch as i step away, for your sake. ❜
❛ maybe i can hold you in the dark. ❜
❛ leaving through the door without a word. you won't even notice, little bird. ❜
❛ better off dead, so i reckon i'm heading to hell instead. ❜
❛ don't wait for me, it's not a happy ending. ❜
❛ to sort out all his bullshit, to figurе out the treason ❜
❛ jesus, you've got better lips than judas. ❜
❛ i could give you bad one, otherwise i'm useless. ❜
❛ 'cause who the fuck would choose this? ❜
EASIER THAN LYING
❛ i'm only whatever you make me. ❜
❛ you make me more and more a villain every day. ❜
❛ you don’t know you reap, you sow. ❜
❛ whatever you give to me from yourself you take. ❜
❛ well if you're a hater then hate the creator, it's in your image i’m made. ❜
❛ 'cause i'll hang myself if you'd give me rope. ❜
❛ i got so much faith and lost all hope. ❜
❛ one eye broken and one eye bruised, ‘cause I gave myself away for you. ❜
❛ you liar, you don't love me too. ❜
❛ my heart is massive but it's empty. ❜
❛ gasping for some real attention, some undivided hypertension. ❜
❛ losing you is easier than lying to myself. ❜
LILITH
❛ i'm perfection when it comes to first impressions. ❜
❛ you got me thinkin' that i was too mean. ❜
❛ everything that I say I believe. ❜
❛ tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve. ❜
❛ i am disruptive, i've been corrupted. ❜
❛ by now I don't need a fuckin' introduction. ❜
❛ you know I get too caught up in the moment. ❜
❛ i can't call it love if i show it. ❜
❛ i just fuck things up if you notice. ❜
❛ have you noticed? tell me, have you noticed? ❜
❛ now i'm wondering if i ever wanted to hold you. ❜
❛ you'd let anybody with a body control you, and you know it too. ❜
❛ the more that you have, the more that they'll take. ❜
GIRL IS A GUN
❛ i'm not your daydream, i won't have your baby. ❜
❛ it's a shot in the dark, i'm not a walk in the park. ❜
❛ this girl is a gun, and we been havin' some fun. ❜
❛ i can show you if you turn the lights on. ❜
❛ i keep waitin' for love to come and swallow me up. ❜
❛ I feel better when the boys stop callin'. ❜
❛ this girl is a gun, before you know it, it's done. ❜
❛ god is a gun, he can have what he wants. ❜
❛ let me show you how to touch my trigger. ❜
❛ makin' me crazy from mornin' to evenin'. ❜
❛ i can't not take it, i love it, i break it. ❜
❛ it's never enough, so I'm givin' you up. ❜
YOU ASKED FOR THIS
❛ i don't know what you want from me. ❜
❛ now what the fuck does all this mean? ❜
❛ my tears are falling flawlessly now. ❜
❛ go on and be a big girl, you asked for this now. ❜
❛ who the hell is in your bed? ❜
❛ you gotta kiss goodnight and give some head. ❜
❛ i want my cake on a silver plater, i want a fistful in my hands. ❜
❛ i want a beautiful boy's despondent laughter. ❜
❛ i wanna ruin all my plans. ❜
❛ i want a fist around my throat. ❜
❛ i wanna cry so hard, i choke. ❜
❛ i want everything i ask for. ❜
DARLING
❛ really can't remember where i left my spine. ❜
❛ maybe I'll be better if I take my meds. ❜
❛ darling don't you weep, there's a place for me. ❜
❛ somewhere we can sleep, see you in your dreams. ❜
❛ ever since i was a little girl i found this sweet. ❜
❛ all the little flowers give me something to believe in. ❜
❛ never knew the feeling of a stable home, been a couple years of living on the road. ❜
❛ only you have showed me how to love me in a life. ❜
❛ until it's time to see the light, i'll make my own with you each night. ❜
❛ i'll kidnap all the stars and i will keep them in your eyes. ❜
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❛ i won't die for love, but i've got a body here to bury. ❜
❛ the parts of myself that i've hated... i can't tell which ones are mine and which I created. ❜
❛ you could have my heart and i would break it for you. ❜
❛ i try to be careful with the thing inside my chest. ❜
❛ so you can forget me , i'll leave if you let me. ❜
❛ please don't leave, don't leave me in the shape you left me. ❜
❛ just leave me in the place you found me safe and soundly. ❜
HONEY
❛ she's on the tip of my tongue, she's on the top of my thighs. ❜
❛ open your mouth, i got a surprise. ❜
❛ all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye. ❜
❛ drippin' like honеy, down the back of my throat and on the front of my mind. ❜
❛ she stings like she means it, she's mean and she's mine. ❜
❛ i love every second, it's fuckin' fantastic ❜
❛ she's hell in a basket just makin' a racket. ❜
❛ good things aren't easy to get, i know that i won't regret you. ❜
❛ between my fingers, she leaves then she lingers. ❜
WHISPERS
❛ you sabotage the things you love the most. ❜
❛ this is the voice in your head that says, "you do not want this". ❜
❛ this is the ache that says, "you do not want him". ❜
❛ bet I could fuck him. ❜
❛ why do you need love so badly? ❜
❛ i've got a monster inside me. ❜
❛ isn't it lonely? ❜
❛ think that you know me? you think that you could if you hold me? ❜
❛ think you could try to console me, but i do not know me. ❜
I AM NOT A WOMAN, I’M A GOD
❛ i am not a woman, i'm a god. ❜
❛ i am not a martyr, i'm a problem. ❜
❛ i am not a legend, i'm a fraud. ❜
❛ keep your heart, 'cause i already got one. ❜
❛ every day i've got a smile where my frown goes. ❜
❛ maybe i could be a different human in a new place. ❜
❛ i just wanna feel something, tell me where to go. ❜
❛ i stay right herе 'cause i'm better all alonе. ❜
❛ i never listen but i see you with my eyes closed. ❜
❛ it really does hurt when you love someone. ❜
THE LIGHTHOUSE
❛ from a tender age i was closed with rage. ❜
❛ i went swimming with the devil at the bottom of a lake. ❜
❛ he was tall and mean with venom eyes so green. ❜
❛ i'll allure you like a landslide and I'll show you lovely things. ❜
❛ he kissed me on the mouth and dug his fingers in my thighs. ❜
❛ a sailor ain't a savior 'cause they only tell you lies. ❜
❛ he's laying in the water, begging god to let him down. ❜
❛ i showed him all my teeth and then i laughed out loud. ❜
❛ i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found. ❜
❛ that should teach a man to mess with me. ❜
❛ i'm glad i met the devil 'cause he showed me i was weak, and a little piece of him is a little piece of me. ❜
YA’ABURNEE
❛ i can't decide if i love you more at morning or i love you more at night. ❜
❛ the moon don't pick sides and the sun won't resign until you're by my side. ❜
❛ your beauty is a blessing. ❜
❛ i never got to tell you how i lovеd the way my eyes makе yours look green. ❜
❛ i think we could live forever in each others faces. ❜
❛ if we don't live forever maybe one day we'll trade places. ❜
❛ darling, you will bury me before i bury you. ❜
❛ i'll never know if there's danger in confession. ❜
❛ it's memory that presses like a blade against my throat. ❜
❛ or to die without revealing that you got inside my head. ❜
❛ love is just a currency so take my pockets, and take me home. ❜
❛ take my life, and take my soul, wrap me in a wedding ring. ❜
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