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sam-loves-seb · 1 year

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the fruity four but make it hollywood au (1/x)

actor!steve who’s newly famous for his leading role in last year’s hit romantic comedy, everybody and their mother is in love with the guy, his face is on every fucking billboard across the country, he’s charming and funny and god is he attractive and eddie is so fucking over it.

eddie munson--lead singer and guitarist for successful metal band corroded coffin--doesn’t even know steve harrington but he’s annoyed by him nonetheless. by what, he’s not really sure. his success? his popularity? how his face is literally everywhere eddie turns? who knows! eddie writes him off as another one hit wonder actor who will flop in his next feature or burn out in the next five years from doing too much too fast and not being able to handle the workload or the stardom

but then he meets steve at some 30 under 30 in hollywood party, and he's not at all how eddie expected. they become sort of friends that night, and in the following weeks eddie starts to learn more about hollywood's newest heartthrob

like how steve never really wanted to be an A-list actor, how he never saw himself in the romcom game at first. he learns how steve got his start as a stunt double on a couple of decent coming of age/teenage hijinks action adventure films, how he spent most of his twenties absolutely broke, living paycheck to paycheck and constantly worried between jobs

how steve met his best friend robin (a makeup artist) on the set of his first real gig, and how he pulls her in to any and all of his projects now that he’s a big name (not that she isn’t talented in her own right, she’s damn good at what she does, but they've always looked out for each other like this in the near decade they've known each other). she's been his "date" on more than one red carpet this year, and every couple of months steve has to publicly squash the dating rumors that start to circle them

how steve met his ex-girlfriend nancy wheeler (yes, that nancy wheeler, picture perfect girl-next-door older sister on one of the most famous sitcoms of the last decade) when she starred in a movie where steve was her co-lead’s stunt double, how they dated for about a year and then broke up but stayed friends, even when she went through her rebellious phase and broke out of her cookie cutter miss-teen-perfect shell and had a bit of a "wild child" phase before settling into the indie film scene for a while and fading into the background for a couple of years

how steve never wanted to be an actor--like, not even a little bit--but on this one gig he flirted a little too much with this one casting director that he really liked, and then the next thing he knows he’s being cast as a supporting part in a six part mini series that sort of blew up one summer before everyone immediately forgot about it when fall programming began airing

fast forward a year or so and he’s still doing stunt work--with name recognition comes a steadier stream of gigs, so he's happy with what he's doing, he likes stunt work--when something goes wrong and he gets a pretty bad concussion (just another in a long line of them) and his agent tells him it might be time to hang it up for good for the sake of his health

but he doesn’t know what else to do, he has a little money saved from the mini series but it’s not enough and he needs a new plan, and robin--sweet, sweet robin--tells him about this movie she’s about to start working on where the male lead had to back out last minute and the directors are scrambling and she may have slipped steve’s headshot to the casting director when she caught him having a breakdown in the back room of the studio...

...and that's how steve gets his big break, starring in a well written romcom with an unknown cast that does big numbers at the box office, launching all of them into stardom overnight

and eddie is fascinated by all of this because, well, he thought steve was for sure a nepotism baby or some shit because he’s pretty sure steve grew up with money (he did, but he left it behind to move to LA and pursuit his dreams) and eddie just assumed his dad was a big name producer or something and that’s how steve got into all of this

so the two of them start hanging out and they become fast friends, always photographed getting coffee together trying to avoid the paparazzi or showing up to hollywood's hottest parties together (in an attempt to get both of their agents off their backs and actually show their faces in public) and buzzfeed starts to write these articles about how they're the most unlikely of friends

it takes them six months to start dating.

it takes another year before the press catches wind of it, and by that time they're already living together in a three bedroom luxury apartment in LA with robin and nancy sharing a place right down the hall. steve bought a ring. it sits in robin's sock drawer so eddie won't find it before steve's ready to pop the question

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carionto · 5 months

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There's always an unknown unknown

The good thing about advanced technologies is that it makes you near invincible.

The bad thing is it makes some people think they are ARE invincible.

(Previously)

After a hasty DIY rescue of the ill-advised expedition team, Sergeant Ying Zhao was out of commission. Turns out there's a very good reason power generators and propulsion engines, and the shoddily refitted tractor beam (that extracted the team from ground level since Zhao never learned how to properly land), are always fully shielded - they emit some nasty short range radiation of the more exotic cosmic variety. Another, less talked about, reason Human vessels are so massive and over-engineered.

The space suits are miracles in and of themselves, capable of withstanding truly mind-boggling stresses and conditions, but that's when it is against what nature can throw at it. It is generally easier to destroy than protect.

The reality of one of the most competent (and sensible) people of the crew being treated for a five page list of issues in the medbay seemed to hit Captain Knoslark in a peculiar way. He's locked himself in in his private quarters, leaving a simple message on the door:

Don't do anything!

Despite being a three decade veteran of the experimental science and testing arm of the military, somehow or another, whenever someone did get hurt in one of the assignments he was a part of, it was always Knoslark himself.

A phase shift teleportation experiment once cropped his right arm off. After a "huh, that didn't work" and passing out, he later opted for a different experiment - a DNA reshuffled regeneration salve to regrow his arm. Aside from the skin color becoming a weird swirly pattern, it worked out fine. Then his original arm popped back into existence a few weeks later, so he laughed it off and had it stuffed into a thumbs up pose and encased in his office as a trophy for scientific progress.

Or that time where he insisted on proving all time travel theories as false by personally testing them all and secretly diverting way more resources than he had authority over to do so. He succeeded, at least within the bounds of all known laws of physics and most theoretical ones (actually disproved two along the way), but he did also almost die four times, and technically did once for a few seconds.

He also got demoted for that misuse of power from his rank of Vice-Admiral to an honorary Captain position and never allowed to oversee more than one project at a time. They forgot to impose a limit on the scope of said singular project though, and so eventually we got to here.

Seemingly just as crazy as any other projects he's been a part of, but only this time there is no safety net or pre-existing guard rails or near infinite resources of all of Humanity in Sol. The Radiant Dusk at Everest and 27 crew members, now one short, are all that we have. Knoslark is the central pillar now, and he's on shaky ground with an eroded foundation. And he's crumbling.

Trisha, after getting out of quarantine and learning about the state he's in, in her unknowable wisdom, went and printed a laser sword, cut a hole in his ceiling, jumped down (did a superhero landing pose, but turns out that hurts when you're just a normal person), plopped the Captain on a chair, sat with her back in front of him and said:

"Right, Cap'n, everyone else sucks at this, so - braid my hair while I educate you about sea turtles."

Continued->

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #story #scifi

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tmnt-tychou · 2 years

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Was thinking about head canons and wrote down a list of random thoughts.

Bayverse Random Quirky Head Canons:

Mikey

-Likes to watch cooking shows. Every now and then he gets it in his head he's going to be the world's first turtle chef and starts whipping up things in the kitchen. Most of it is edible.

-Picks up different languages really easily. Fluent in Spanish and can have basic conversations in several other languages.

-Has a weird obsession with the original Space Jam soundtrack. Can sing all the lyrics to “Hit 'em High.” (Okay, all four of them can.)

-Likes a lot of 90′s music in general.

-Knows a lot of drag queens after he foiled a shooting at a drag bar. He is always welcome whenever he comes by. The girls call him “Mitch” or sometimes “Michelle.” You can tell when he's been spending time there as he'll mimic their mannerisms or call his brothers “gurl.”

-He has been IN a pride parade. Leo was pissed when he found out. Mikey made him go to Pride the next year. Leo was propositioned several times. (But he had a blast.)

-April makes Mikey wear an elastic band on his wrist that the brothers can snap when he's running his mouth. (Mostly saying lewd things to/about women.) It was intended to break him of this bad habit so if he ever did meet a girl who likes what he's selling, he doesn't chase her off with his mouth. (It's tough love from April's view point.) This seems to have backfired as Mikey will run his mouth and then ninja away while his brothers chase him. It's now his favorite game as he tries to say the most inappropriate and offensive things at the worst times.

-No, he won't take the band off himself until April says he can.

Raph

-Feels the most unseen of his brothers. Leo is the favorite son, Donnie is the genius middle child and Mikey is the rambunctious baby. The only times Raphael could get any attention from his father is when he started fights. But around age 10 he accidentally broke Mikey's arm in a fight and felt so bad about it, that he began teaching himself to hold back and stopped getting into full out brawls with his brothers. Arguments and a few arm punches yes, but no using his full strength on his brothers in a fit of rage. As such, his one avenue for attention was closed and Raphael has become used to doing his own thing and gets the attention he craves from his brothers and not his father.

-Raph and Casey bond over their anger management journeys.

-He and April are super tight.

-Is the most self aware of the four and the most likely to self-correct if he’s made a mistake.

-Mikey is the brother he is closest to, but Raph absolutely loves spending time with Donatello. When his brother has time for him. If he's having a particularly frustrating day, he will go and sit in the lab to chill out. Because Donnie is zen when he's deep in a project and Raph eats up those calm vibes. The two can and often bond by sitting in a room together not talking, but just being near one another.

-Really values time spent with Leo when they're just chilling and there aren't any arguments.

Donnie

-One of the chillest people (turtles) you will ever meet. Rarely has a temper, though has a short attention span for his brothers (Mikey's) nonsense.

-Very few things phase him. Jump out of an airplane with no parachute? No problem.

-Kills spiders for Raph.

-Introvert. Can go weeks without interacting with another person.

-Cranks the raunchiest rap music you have ever heard while he's working on his projects. (If you peek in, you might catch him dancing to it, too.)

-Raph and Mikey sometimes call him the “Savage” and quote Megan Thee Stallion's song of the same name at him. “Donnie's that bitch. Been that bitch, still that bitch.”

-There's a reason for that nickname. It takes a lot to get under Donnie's skin, but if you cross him looking to start something, he IS going to finish it. Like Batman taking out the whole Justice League, Donnie knows everyone's weakness and he will use it all against them.

-You will never know when it's coming. This bitch can hold a grudge forever, waiting until the right time to drop the bomb on you.

-Cryptid enthusiast. Considers his family to be New York Crypids and entertains the theory that other cryptids could be mutants of some kind.

-Likes to watch true crime shows with Leo.

Leo

-Turns into an old man whenever he has to interact with technology.

-Never texts unless he has to. “Forgets” his phone a lot so he doesn't have to deal with it.

- A little OCD.

-Can get over stimulated when there's too much noise and will need quiet time to decompress. This was difficult growing up as all three of his brothers enjoy constant music and chatter. It's one of the main reasons he gets cranky if his brothers have been smothering him all day. (They all want his attention and sometimes they're exhausting and he has to go find a place to hide.)

-If he's feeling social, he likes to de-stress with Mikey. Mikey is nearly insufferable when they're all together, but when they have one on one time, Mikey's more chill and will talk in lower tones when he isn't trying to talk above the other brothers.

-Leo will plop down next to him and just say “I need a laugh.” Mikey will spin all sorts ofjokes and dumb stories about Raph to make Leo snort. Then he'll share any new music he's found. (Played on low for Leo's sake, and also so the others don't find them because Mikey treasures one on one time with Leo.)

-Many songs on Leo's playlist have come from Mikey. (The one thing he does use his phone for.) He will sometimes listen to them while he trains.

-Donnie and Mikey quote Mean Girls at Leo all the time. “Stop trying to make fetch happen, Leo.” Leonardo had no idea what they were talking about for the longest time. Which confused them because he was in the room when they were watching the movie. He finally realized when they were quoting and watched it again.

-He once said “Boo, you whores” to his brothers and they all LOST THEIR SHIT.

#tmnt #ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #headcanon #head canon

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myeagleexpert · 1 year

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The Cycle

Author's Notes: After centuries, here I am with another chapter of Ancient Humans AU, I'll keep a better frequency going forward. Thanks to everyone who read the first part!

Disclaimer: This fic is not intended to offend anyone or be sexist, let alone make the reader uncomfortable. It contains exaggerated archetypes and stereotypes for entertainment purposes only, the scientific information is real, and the steps are based on my own or my friends' experiences. Yuu is a girl here. Some swear words at the end….

Characters: Yuu, Professor Wamuro, Jamil, Kalim mentioned, Leona, Ruggie mentioned, Mob Pomefiore, Vil mentioned, Ace and Deuce, Grim, Malleus, Lillia mentioned.

Want to know what happened in the first part?:

-Now that we have been introduced to the ancient human species, we can look into new branches of more complex content. Going into human biology, we can mention the main and most risky one: the females.- At this moment Wamuro was changing from a renowned professor and strictly serious with references, to a fan of mythology.

Females have a slightly smaller and more curvy body, with the ability to give birth to life and protect the fetus. But that's expected, isn't it? - continued the professor - It was like that with most of us, the mothers who condemned the inheritance of their children, what makes them different you may ask.

Now that we're going to start, in order to have the magnificent ability to give birth, human females undergo a hereditary curse where not only do they bleed for days without any injuries every month of their two lives in order to be in balance, but in order for the cycle of life to continue. they must transform into 4 different people during a single cycle.- students leaned forward, pens ready to take notes and ears ready to listen.

-Let's start on page 20 Mr. Viper, please read it aloud.

“The ancient elders divided and named each process according to the “inner moons”. "The maiden phase" is the first phase of the cycle after bleeding, the pre-ovulatory phase, where the human female feels a lot of energy, productivity and is prone to taking the initiative. Being more willing and physically active. At this stage, it's ideal to take projects off paper and explore new things.” Where did Jamil see this?

“It was about four weeks ago....

When he saw the hard-working prefect of Ramshackle running up and down, full of paper to deliver, she ran so fast she didn't even notice that some papers fell forgotten on the floor.

Jamil sighed, he was on his way to give Kalim a review, in the depths of his heart he felt empathy for Yuu who turned excited when he called her name.

-You seem very busy today, what are these papers?- He gathered the papers and organized them, handing them to Yuu.

-Thank you Jamil! These papers are for Crowley to sign, a new professor, a speaker is coming and we don't even have a place to stay. These are for tomorrow's dorm leaders' meeting, these are the corrected Divus proofs from today's test, this is Trey's list for a new recipe for the upcoming Unbirthday party and…oh it's here! Scarabia's new stable will arrive, for you to sign Jamil!- Yuu spoke so fast that the deputy leader wasn't sure if he had heard right because…

-The approximate date would be for the next month, why will it arrive so quickly? - Suspicious, Jamil squinted as he received the papers. -Yesterday I was reading some documents and as soon as I saw that it was yours I decided to advance, I already spoke with the investors and architects, the elephants' rations will be placed in warehouse 04 so it's better to clean it soon, the new ones will arrive very agitated so already I ordered the tranquilizers too. Oh, another thing. A gift for you Jamil.

It was a strange little box, an “elephant-sized muffler”. How specific, huh.

-I was helping Sam with new loads and he gave me this headset as a bonus, as soon as I saw it I thought of you.

-Why?

-With more elephants, bigger parties and more noise, you should rest too.

-Thank you for your consideration and… what are you wearing?- Jamil finally noticed the outfit Yuu was wearing, a gym outfit and sneakers, all hidden by the uniform's black blazer.

-As soon as I finish here I'm going to train with Jack for a marathon and then Deuce will teach me how to ride a motorcycle, did you know that I always wanted to learn? Anyway, see you later Jamil, take care!

Jamil kept his facade calm, but inside, he tried to understand what happened. Yuu must be very busy today, maybe he'll bring her some warm food later. “

-Next.

-"In the full moon phase, the mother phase, the female is more sensitive, communicative, loving and they feel more attractive and confident. It usually occurs 10 days after menstruation. It is the ideal time to be among friends and family and to intensify social ties.” - The Heartsabull student read obeying Wamuro's quick command, between one nap and another the descriptions led the leader of Savanaclaw, Leona Kingskolar to remember a strange situation from a few days ago…

"Botanical Garden……"

“This was one of those Saturdays where the dreaded Leona Kingskolar would run away from his responsibilities like a lazy kitten in the top of a tree, Ruggie held back from complaining because the money filled his pockets. But their precious nap was interrupted by a sweet melody…

-Tonight love has arrived… .- sang Yuu, in a low tone as if thinking aloud, Leona could let it go, probably she was just doing some quick work and would soon be gone, so he thought. -Yuu, good morning! You're watering my house!- a small green fairy appeared among the bushes that the prefect was watering.

-Good morning Petunia, sorry for the intrusion.

- Oh okay- the little fairy wrung her delicate flower dress to get the excess water out- She really needed a cleaning, dear-

-Good morning girls, what a beautiful day…- an even smaller fairy, and sleepy, comes out of one of the watered flowers and rests on Yuu's shoulders snuggling into his shoulders.

-Oh how cute!

-Good morning, sweetie, where's my kiss?- A talking bird rested on Yuu's shoulders too, pecking lightly at her cheek asking for attention, something that was given without delay.

This attitude sealed the peace rosy world that Yuu had lost, because in seconds….

-I also want!

-Yuu a hug please!

-Yuu a little kiss on the fairy!

The girl without magic found herself on the ground, surrounded by cute creatures and innocent giggles, a sight that disturbed the beatsman's sleep, secretly envy and jealousy made him roll his eyes. With a low roar he jumped out of the tree interrupting the hugs and kisses from the care bears, a sight to behold but Yuu just smiled warmly.

-Oh, Leona? Good morning! We didn't see you there, sorry if we woke you up.

-It's so early in the morning for this kind of problem,- in annoyance, the big cat frowned

-Sorry, it won't happen again, okay?- as she gets up from the floor to greet his “friend” the whinintg animals, sad that their attention has been stolen.

-Tsk..just dont- Yuu quickly approached the beastman and hugged him, an action that caught him off guard, she was always affectionate but her hugs always came at the right time, now, it was like a blanket on a cold day interrupting any kind of of negativity that would dare come out of his mouth

The dreaded and lazy Kingscolar was proud of his image and the care he should have for it, but for a moment, he let himself be carried away by emotions and hugged her back closing his eyes, enjoying a genuine affection from the magic less hervibore, her aura clean soothed him and for a moment, he didn't want it to end. Hey, if anyone asks he can say he was trying to teach the freshman a lesson

-Anyway, I have to go now. Bye everyone, see you later Leona.- Departing from the beastman's arms yuu picked up the watering can and went to do his chores.

-Huh, what a strange herbivore..""

-Next.

“The premenstrual phase, the wich, is marked by hormonal changes and the beginning of an imbalance, it is normal for energies to decrease so that it is focused on preparing the uterus, your personality can become more sensitive when questioning the environment around you and self-charge increases . Period prone to bubbling emotions, so understanding is necessary.”

-Attention attention, now pay close attention that we are entering a more complicated phase, the calm before the storm, or rather, the terror before the storm. Their senses will be sharper, making them easier to provoke. some mythologies indicate the use of chocolates or sweets to maintain calm and well-being, some studies indicate that abdominal pain and discomfort already begin to manifest at this stage.

There was a well-drawn slap mark on the smooth, even skin of the Pomefiore student. He was proud of his effort and results, Vil Schoenheit himself had praised him. So how did he get that slap? Hint: he deserved it.

“It was three days ago...

The day was going to be reasonably good, high score in class, perfect skin, perfect hair but one detail, dirty mouth.

-Take it back, you arrogant bastard.- -Oh, me? I only spoke the truth, little flower.

It was a secret truth in NRC that the magicless student was actually…a girl. Like the one you shouldn't name, she was you know what, something you know what it is. A beautiful girl hiding in a disguise much bigger than her body, with a disguise and androgynous in an abandoned house. That alone would be enough for the prestigious school to find itself in some ethical scandal.

But some just didn't give a shit about those implications, and some discussions led to heavier arguments and uglier fights, "its only use is sitting on the laps of the dormeladers, no wonder it's getting what it wants slut" " just wait until I tell you find alone…” Yuu, as an intelligent and peaceful-sense being normally ignored these childish threats, but today, that Yuu is not in the domains.

-Joshua- cough cough-, I think now I know why you shower yourself with perfume like that… so much shit comes out of her mouth that your ass must be jealous. She's spreading that stench around.

-How dare you little mouse?- Moving closer and closer to her, Joshua at first critical became desperate to clear his ego

-Stay away Joshua, go shower and calm down- the girl covered her nose with her hands, simulating that her scent was strong

-Get ready you bich or I will!….- with his wand raised and aggressively dictating his magic the pomefiore student was about to fire a stench spell at Yuu, but stopped for a moment, “What would Vil Schoenheit do in this situation?” That chang his mind, an elegant exit would be more appropriate. - "You know what, I'm not going to waste my precious magic on scum like you, unlike commoner students without magic, I have a wand to take care of" -Joshua tried his best but couldn't deny that he was as hard-headed as she was, his disgusted face and snobbish posture was what Yuu needed to reach his final point…

-Do me a favor Joushua, stick YOUR FUCKING WAND IN YOUR FUCKING ASS AND RUN THE FUCK OUT YOU DISGRACEFUL KID!

At the moment he knew, he fuck up.

Yuu's smaller body shook with rage as he leapt on top of the handsome student taking him to the ground, letting his fury spill out as his fists slammed and kicked the bigger one, along with some rips in his clothing. Some students arrived to break up the fight, others to watch. He didn't let himself be a victim, he took her off him and started to slap her while she kicked the body on top of hers, a kick in the chest, legs and… aaaah, that hurt. The boys felt empathetic pain.

With this strategically thought out movement, the two separate and some students separate them and lift them off the ground. Josuha was discredited and that someone so low managed to have the audacity to pick a fight with him, some curses here and there, the students managed to hold the two even with difficulty.

-Get lost punk!- Yuu lets go and a well-placed slap was deposited aggressively on his face- One day is the hunt another day the hunter.- Looking furiously at Jousha's purple eyes, Yuu spoke his final sentence and left the hall Accompanied by Deuce and Ace, a monster cat even released blue sparks when Joshua reached for it again.

An intimidating expression stayed on Yuu's face the entire day, ready to attack anyone. But when she saw a cute video of kittens, she cried without a second thought as she devoured a box of chocolates, which soothed her angry womb.""

-I'll read the next one.- Wamuro interrupted enthusiastically.

-"Menstruation"…sorry students, my book doesn't have the last page, it looks like the letters were blurred. Anyway, I'll tell you from my memory and knowledge. - the final pages were so old, but so ancient, that the humidity of the air blurred all the letters, a disappointment for the professor, the book had been one of his first studies when the topic was forbidden, oh how much nostalgia it brought him.

-And finally, the day has arrived, at the end of the cycle the final phase, the crone, the apex of the uterus has arrived. Pains as strong as a heart attack, being forced to get used to this pain, the Females continued their lives normally until bigger crises arrived. Your body's blood starts to gush from its sacred place even though you are not hurt, your body is sore and exhausted from this monthly internal transformation, and in more detail I include: The most common effects of menstruation on the body include; abdominal bloating, fluid retention, mood swings, indisposition, nausea, general malaise, headache, back pain and terrible cramps, being able to squirm for days, in addition to several other unknown and very dangerous symptoms, but all for a purpose : generate a life.

The ancient females were, of course, great warriors.- the master concluded

This lecture caught everyone's attention, so much so that it attracted Malleus and Lillia to study. The most excellent professor Wamuro had explained that these "ancient humans" no longer exist, but the heir to the thrones could not help but notice the similarities between the ancient race and his beloved Child of Man, the prefect of Ramcharkle, and now that he has learned about the blood curse he is more worried about than ever. Oh, if only he had known sooner!

“The night before...

The young Master Malleus was wandering through the ruins around the school, when, instinctively, his footsteps led him to A Ramcharkle Dorm, his favorite place. Perhaps the mayor is still awake for an exploration together.

Upon reaching the courtyard, he couldn't detect Yuu's presence at the door…nor in the kitchen…but from the living room he noticed drops of blood, on the sofa, on the stairs… and in the bathroom. pain, warm cloths that Malleus assumed would stop the blood, a hemorrhage. As he analyzed strange packaged blood pads, was it a “first aid kit?” Since he found out that Yuu was actually a girl, he was careful and kept an eye out for any danger to the magic-less student, who knows what the horrible NRC students would do with that information. His fear started to show when he didn't listen. nor his feline companion, their meows and tantrums would be disturbing him now for opening the door without knocking. With his heightened hearing, he heard grunts of pain coming from above, in Yuu's personal room.

-I'm going henchman!- grim shouted as he quickly climbed the stairs with something in his paws.

-Quick Grim, help!

Malleus quickly followed the monster towards -Yuu's room, when Grim opened the door he saw a harrowing scene. His formerly cheerful Child of Man was now writhing in pain on the bed, his room a mess, and there was blood on his sheets.

-Yuu, what's going on? - Malleus' worried voice echoed in the room as he approached the bed.-Are you going to die? Are you hurt?

-Oh, Tsunutaro…- Yuu's voice was shaky, the only times Malleus called her by name was when it was a dangerous situation, like the fire incident with Rollo. She didn't have the strength to drink tea alone, so Grim supported her. his head and made him give the first sips. As he drank, his pains were…becoming more bearable.

-What magic potion was that you gave?- Malleus tried his best to remain calm, but Yuu didn't give any answers other than his low breathing.

-Chamomile tea. Yuu, here are the warm cloths that the ghosts brought.- gathering the tea and the warm cloths, his breathing was normalizing and his pains diminishing, until he arranged his position to talk to his dear friend, in a calmer expression while Malleus was forming dark, dark clouds on the horizon.

-What was the evil that attacked you Yuu?

-Whats up, Tsunutaro. You know, that thing arrived and I wasn't prepared.

-Who is “thing”, was he the one who invaded Ramcharckle and attacked her in her vulnerable state?- With his hand on his chin, Malleus thought of all the possible enemies that Yuu could have, thinking of a punishment for each one.

-Not him, she. Menstruation came really hard this month, I'm glad I have ghosts and grim to take care of me.

The feline purred on top of Yuu's belly who caressed it, the cat's vibrations eased its cramps. The truth is that this month Yuu was very overloaded, with tasks, with Grim, with her friends, with Crowley… who, in addition to not taking care of her health and ignoring the symptoms, forgot to set the day, causing a strong flow to arrive unexpectedly while watched TV with Grim in the living room. The ignored symptoms now insisted on being noticed, so much pain and stress and increased blood making Yuus turn from side to side in bed, trying to find the right position so as not to die of pain.

The ghosts had had experiences similar to these, so they taught Grim how to make the chamomile tea that Yuu always made and warmed the hot towels. But the powerful heir to the throne of thorns didn't know anything that was happening, he had never witnessed something like that, maybe ask Lillia later about this "menstruation" that attacked Child of man. His questions were dying in his mouth, he was confused, but Yuu was fast asleep.

-Do you feel better now, Child of Man?- Malleus approached Yuu, brushing the hair from his forehead and putting it behind his ear, feeling sad to see lines of dried tears, what a terrible pain.

-Getting better… little by little.- her confidence was so much in the fairy, that she didn't hesitate to keep her eyes closed, enjoying the calming effect of the chamomile

-I hope it doesn't last more than 5 days so you don't miss Henchman classes.

-Maybe it lasts all night Grim, but I'll be better tomorrow, as long as you bring me chocolates hehe.

-Anything, invoke me and I will help you, dear Child of Man- the fairy said goodbye leaving a trail of fireflies that gave Yuu a more cozy environment for a peaceful night.

As soon as he arrived in Diasomnia, he went straight to Lillia's room, who was playing some new game, when telling what happened the war veteran could not answer all the prince's questions, proposing that they go to have a meeting with the master in humans, Professor Wamuro , who coincidentally had a class the next day…

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Curiosity: This idea came to me when my brother saw me researching menstruation phases and he said "So you mean you are four people in a month? Who am I talking to now", this innocent question made me have the inspiration to do this fic. Curiosity II: The archetypes are different in my language to English, but they mean the same thing.

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BELPHEGOR - HEADCANON : GUINEA PIG PROJECT ( GPP )

how does Belphegor have time to test all their drugs, from the good 'ol reliables to the newly-created ? well, they DON'T ! and this is how the Guinea Pig Program came to be !

here in the Guinea Pig Program, or GPP for short, hellborns and imps can lend their bodies and minds in the name of furthering the progression of Hell's medical sciences. in return for them sacrificing their personal time and their well-being, they will be given a list of helpful perks such as :

♦ free housing in Sloth [ optional ] ♦ stable payroll ♦ free health insurance [ plus dental ! ] ♦ Sloth-based bank account + credit card [ approved in all rings ]

this program is aimed mostly towards those who are feeling down on their luck, the most desperate of the desperate, at their wit's end, or at the very least feel that they should be getting paid for how much life is dicking around with their lives.

let it be known, however : due to the perks of such a program, there is quite the waitlist. but fear not ! for there is a high amount of people "moving out" on a regular basis, so you might get bumped up the list faster than you might expect ! additionally, for the safety of you and your fellow Subjects, should anyone have adverse mental or physical effects during testing, you will be given an implant that will be inserted into your brain.

[ mun's note : the implant has basic tracking and each one has a sigil that activates a pleasant reward system via small, concentrated injections of Belphegor's drug-like saliva that replenishes through magical means ; the implant also has an option to sedate the subject, but more precautions need to be made to knock out the subject before proceeding. ]

as they enter the program, they will be assigned a Handler that manages their schedules and general housing needs. they are also able to potentially climb the four ranks of the program, each one coming with additionally dangerous or risky trials, but a hefty raise in financial support follows to compensate for this.

once Subjects begin reaching past moderate-tier status, applicants have the choice to either stay moderate-tier or choose to enter advanced-tier, where the opportunity to become promoted from Subject to Agent opens up. doing so means that they will be able to change over to nicer housing communities and carrying out personal jobs for Belphegor.

these vary from playing messenger to other Sins to retrieving rogue Agents, to going undercover or simply acting as a precautionary set of eyes during out-of-ring meetings ; very few roles are off the table, really.

♦ intermediate. ♦ moderate. ♦ advanced. ♦ veteran.*

upon reaching Veteran status, they have been in the program for roughly around a year. with this, a secondary sigil on the Agent's implant will activate and provide them with enhanced physical strength, height, senses, and an ability that varies from Agent to Agent -- they may be able to phase through walls for short periods of time or can camouflage themselves to blend in with their environment, for example. as a side effect of these added traits and ability, Subject's eyes and veins will begin to shift colors to an ultraviolet purple, which are also a sign of prestige, strength, and seniority among lower tier Subjects.

[ ANOTHER note : there can only be ten Veteran Agents active during this program, and competition is encouraged as a method to weed out the lackluster from the violently-resilient, as these Agents are capable of reaching Sinner-levels of power. ]

along with this substantial raise in pay and badge of superiority, Agents have the choice to move into a more prestigious community and receive Resurrection Insurance -- should the Agent die within Sloth, the implant secures a spiritual tether to the Agent and will ensure that the body goes into a temporary state of false life, keeping the organs working while the soul is floating around its physical body like a balloon, long enough until the Agent can be transferred into a hospital to be resurrected properly.

#✦ ◜ooc.◞#◜belphegor: headcanon.◞#// this is me spewing nonsense ive been stewing on and not like #// an ACTUAL ic business pitch #// its an idea ive had cooking for a while that sets up a bit of belph's less Nice side since theyre a Sin and all :p

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As much as we shit on Phase Four of Marvel and it's seemingly disconnected nature, I think it's imperative for us to recognize the underlying theme of it; grief. Spoilers for Wakanda Forever under the cut.

Rolling through from Endgame, the undertones of grief have been sprinkled throughout all of the projects under this phase (I can't really speak for I Am Groot, Miss Marvel and the Eternals though because I haven't seen those yet so those will not be mentioned) and, upon watching Wakanda Forever, that realization finally set in. Grief isn't black and white in nature and, as @pizzee mentioned in a post on how Wakanda Forever portrayed Shuri's grief as non-linear, these projects show us how grief can impact these characters and how it has the potential to corrupt. It manifests differently for everyone, and everyone grieves for different reasons--grieving for what could have been (Moon Knight, Wandavision, Loki (to an extent), She-Hulk), grieving for lost loved ones (Wakanda Forever, Shang-chi, NWH, Moon Knight, WandaVision, Hawkeye, Thor Love and Thunder), grieving for lost innocence (Wakanda Forever, NWH, Shang-chi, Moon Knight, WandaVision). These are very broad classifications, however, because each instance is deeper and more intricate than the basic tags. Infinity War and Endgame showed us that winning has a cost, that our heroes aren't forever and can be taken away from us at any given point. We lost Tony, Steve, Nat, Vision, Gamora, Loki, T'Challa--and those losses resonate through out this universe, leaving holes that cannot be filled. And this grief can leave destruction in it's wake; Vision, Tommy and Billy's "death" for Wanda, Aunt May's death for Peter, T'Challa and Queen Ramonda's death for Shuri, Abdullah El-Faouly's death for Layla, Ying-Li's death for Wenwu--the list can go on and on. Grief can bleed into one's heart like a poison, driving them forward like a blade cutting through the haze of retribution, and I think that's the most fascinating thing about this phase. We see both sides of it--the healing and the destruction--and for once, we see it for how it truly is. Grief and loss has the potential to be dangerous and Marvel has really shown us this during this phase, with Wakanda Forever, in my opinion, being the best example of this. I'd love to go more in depth with the beauty of WF, but I'd rather save that for another post. And I'd like to apologize if this is a bit all over the place, I mostly just wanted to get my thoughts out there and hopefully I can build off of this.

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Every Record I Own - Day 764: Liz Phair Girly Sound to Guyville

I was 15-years-old when Exile in Guyville came out. At that age, I was in a phase where I was fixated on loud, angry punk music and didn’t have much of an appreciation for contemporary singer-songwriters. Furthermore, my knowledge of indie rock was limited to the late ‘80s SST roster. So while I was aware of Liz Phair and her debut album, it didn’t seem pertinent to my interests. And somehow, I managed to go nearly 27 years without ever hearing a note of it.

And then in the spring of 2020, a younger friend of mine posted something about it online and I found myself thinking “shit, if the younger generation is latching onto it, then I gotta get caught up.” So I pulled up Exile in Guyville on my phone while I was puttering around in my backyard and sure enough... I fell for its charms almost instantly. I think I’d always assumed it was more of a conventional pop record... a solo artist backed by hired gun studio musicians. The cover looked like a cross between a fashion ad and Madonna’s “Justify My Love” video. I knew it was a very “sexual” record, which only reinforced my assumption that it was targeted towards a mainstream audience.

But what I heard in 2020 was a scrappy young musician singing these unadulterated, unflinching, and resilient songs about being a woman in a male-dominated scene. Yes, it was an unapologetically sexual album. And yes, Phair had an eye for visual art, understood the allure of fashion photography, and shaped the aesthetics of her debut album to tap into that enticement. But this wasn’t Madonna. As one critic noted, Liz Phair had the appeal of a friend’s cool older sister---the one that smoked cigarettes, dated older guys, went to shows with a fake ID, played guitar, and let you rifle through her record collection.

The lore surrounding the album is too much to tackle here, but certainly a part of its appeal---the modeling of the track listing off of Exile on Main Street, the signing to Matador off the strength of her bedroom four-track Girly-Sounds tapes, the connections to the thriving early ‘90s Chicago scene, etc. The thing is, it’s a fantastic record even without that context. Songs like “Help Me Mary” and “Never Said” are just bangin’ ‘90s alt-rock pop anthems, even as they tackle the more localized issue of shit-talking and misogyny in the Chicago music community. Phair was obviously an untrained singer and musician, her vocal style being very matter-of-fact and the mechanics of her guitar playing being fairly simple. But when you hear a song like “Soap Star Joe” or “Explain It to Me,” those qualities elevate the power of the music. Like so many great folk songs, the simplicity of song structure and the relatability of the singer give the music its emotional weight.

Ultimately, there has been no shortage of great writing on Exile in Guyville, and whatever I type out here will in no way match... say... what Gina Arnold accomplished with her entry in the 33 1/3 book series. But even if it’s a fun album to run through the lens of critical analysis or to examine as a reflection of a specific time and place, to me it will always be a great album that I immediately fell in love with in my backyard on an unseasonably warm spring day during an otherwise bleak time.

It became my soundtrack to the happier moments of the lockdown era of COVID. I listened to it while I basked in the sun in my backyard. I listened to it while I grilled on my barbecue. I listened to it over and over again on two long road trips out to my grandparent’s cabin in western Colorado. It’s an album that feels like a beam of positivity projected out of the darkness, and it consequently felt like a perfect salve during those uncertain days of Spring 2020. It was an intimate, diaristic window into another person’s life at a time when we were cut off from other humans. It’s brash, fun, catchy, brutally honest, and timeless, and as the Northwest has gotten its first few sun breaks suggesting the upcoming arrival of Spring, it’s an album I’ve found creeping back into rotation in anticipation of warmer days.

#liz phair #everyrecordiown

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Listed: Equipment Pointed Ankh

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Equipment Pointed Ankh hammers out intricate rhythmic fever dreams that feel hand-made but actually arise from a complicated deck of digital and electric instruments. The sextet from Louisville, KY has been at it for over a decade and three full-lengths and recently played a mesmerizing set at the Thing in the Spring Festival in Keene, New Hampshire (see photo). Jennifer Kelly reviewed their latest, From Inside the House, earlier this year, noting that, “These tracks bounce and jitter like they want to dance, but then tip sideways into lush string synth lyricism, inscrutable spoken word, and, in one cases, the sound of soda sucked through a straw.” Here are some of the things that inspire them.

Jim Marlowe

Tara Clerkin Trio — Self Titled

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Casually excellent clarinet, piano and drum grooves — some live stuff and some studio looping/chopping to great effect. What a great sound. An engaging combo whatever it is. Went nuts after hearing ’em and attempted to find everything else they’ve done. I chose this one but In Spring is another great, very different slice and Live at Bliss Archive is a tough wiggling of jazz tunes through CDJ beer goggles. Calmly unique and cool. One of my most jammed.

Pierre Barouh — Le Pollen

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1981 heavy hitting YMO/Mariah and adjacent crews lift up real people chanson singer Pierre Barouh with freshly unboxed synths and a wide-ranging attitude towards song arrangement. The title track is a real highlight for me. Feels like it could have existed as a B-side off Scary Monsters if it was recorded at a restaurant with friends you don't get to see too often. I love it. Trying to think of another superstar group who worked with someone out of their immediate world to such great effect — The Eagles and Joe Walsh? Just kidding.

Ryan Davis

Vacuum Rebuilders — Anything Else Is A Compromise

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Not technically a CD, so I'm already breaking the rules here, but I was in Victoria, BC earlier this week and walked into a record store with about 90 seconds to spare before leaving town. This was the first thing that caught my eye, and it was 2 dollars, so I purchased it with the loose change in my pocket and left. My life is better now from having gained this glorious spool of sicko-rock on Calgary’s prestigious Pee Blood label. From the simultaneously brilliant and seemingly microwaved minds that brought you bands like Hairnet, Singing Lawn Chair et al, Arielle McCuaig and Kayla MacNeill are, in this lone Ankhman’s opinion, responsible for some of the most refreshing and exciting rock music to have surfaced from the modern North American underground so far this decade. This specific material is perhaps more sonically aligned with the outsider punk of their Janitor Scum LP on Lumpy than the most recent experimental theater/art-pop/noise-folk shenanigans of their Puppet Wipes project (Looks Real, Siltbreeze), but it's all a part of the same strange and electrifying puzzle as far as my own dumb midwestern ears can conclude.

Gang Starr — Moment of Truth

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I’ve listened to rap and hip-hop music throughout nearly every phase of my life since early grade school, but my focus and enthusiasm tend to fluctuate between subgenres therein. And no matter how long I go without listening to it (sometimes years), I always inevitably circle back to what I fell perhaps most in love with growing up, which was early-to-mid 1990s east coast street-wise boom bap shit. Gang Starr’s Moment of Truth, while considered to be of an arguably “post-classic” era by certain purists, is the record of theirs with which I always felt most connected. As of late, it's exactly what I want to hear. Released four years after its predecessor into the freshly treacherous waters of the shiny-suit/jiggy era, the beats, rhymes and ever coolheaded delivery on M.o.T. are as strong or stronger than they were in 1992. If they weren’t already solidified as one of the best emcee/deejay combos to ever do it, they were now. Come for the Inspectah Deck track (shout out Shorty’s “Fulfill the Dream” video from the same year), stay for the truly timeless Guru/Primo magic.

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José Antonio Méndez — Siempre Estrellas (BMG U.S. Latin)

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I sigh every time I listen to this. One of the sexiest male vocals that ever existed on the earth on Si Me Comprendieras. But this CD might possibly be too much of sexy for homosocial ankh van, so I almost went for Perlas Cubanas of his or William Basinski and Janek Schaefer’s …on reflection.

Various Artists — Women of Africa (CSA Records)

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Pretty simple but rhythmic melodies and harmonies and just incredible sound choices, phonological elements and beautiful vocals. I almost went for Julia Sarr or Shona’s Mbira CD on Nonsuch. But the first track just made me happy this time around.

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Daisuke Tobari — Till The End of the Dream

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This album is a masterpiece. An idiosyncratic blend of the psychedelic “songbook” (various pages) and the more ritualistic side of far Eastern classical music over seventeen tracks. An intuitive, imaginative and personal set of recordings. At one point, Mr. Tobari sings the words “Happy Birthday.” It is almost too much to get your head around.

Eyes and Arms of Smoke — In Three Houses

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Lexington, KY band, active in the mid 2000s. Immaculate sequencing of two tracks, only really do-able in physical format on a CD. First track is a three-minute bongo fever dream with haunted vocals that showcases the song-based home studio sound that they developed on their sole full length, A Religion of Broken Bones. (See Dusted’s 3/9/2006 review). Second track is a twenty-five-minute free-improv mystery that showcases some of the modes unleashed in earlier live sets and tapes. Homespun, disorienting, and other. I cherish this band.

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The KLF — The White Room

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This is my shit right now. I can’t really even explain why. It just scratches and itch. Like this is the music made by two dudes who like burned a million pounds or some shit? It’s awesome.

Avalanches — Since I Left You

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I’ve been really interested in so called “Plunderphonics” and this record has an insane amount of vinyl samples on it. So, it’s just a fun listen when thinking about the work of making it. Dweeb shit that you can bop to.

#dusted magazine #listed #equipment pointed ankh #jim marlowe #ryan davis #shutaro noguchi #christopher bush #dan davis #tara clerkin trio #pierre barouh #vacuum rebuilders #gang starr #josé antonio méndez #women of africa #daisuke tobari #eyes and arms of smoke #the klf #avalanches

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Mass Effect's Kimberly Brooks Weighs In On Ashley's Return [EXCLUSIVE]

Kimberly Brooks, the voice behind Mass Effect's Ashley Williams, says she'd love to return in future games but doesn't know what BioWare has planned.

by Brianna Reeves

Ashley Williams' voice actress in the Mass Effect trilogy, Kimberly Brooks, says she would love to return in future games but knows nothing of what BioWare and Electronic Arts has in store for the series. BioWare unveiled a fourth mainline Mass Effect entry in late 2020, news that was soon followed by a teaser trailer shown during The Game Awards in December. To the delight of many a fan, said teaser video hinted at the return of Liara T'Soni, which suggests the franchise's next phase may revisit the original trilogy.

BioWare and EA have revealed little else about the project since then. In celebrating N7 Day 2021, the studio shared a cryptic Mass Effect poster, depicting four unknown characters exiting a ship and entering what appears to be a massive crater. The recent release of a lithograph for the poster in question offered more insight before its listing on the BioWare Gear Store received an update. According to the original product description, the Mass Effect Mysteries from the Future lithograph featured an unnamed Krogan leading a four-member crew. Whether or not that crew includes a few fan-favorite heroes presently remains unknown.

Speaking to Screen Rant about her roles in the DC Universe, voice actress Kimberly Brooks addressed whether she will reprise the part of Ashley Williams in the new Mass Effect installment. Brooks expressed an interest in revisiting the space opera but said she has "no information" on what the next steps will entail, especially since new producers may want to carve their own path in terms of the franchise's future. The actress' full statement reads as follows:

"God, I wish I had the answer to that and I wish the answer was yes. I have no idea, I would love to be invited. I kind of always get the feeling, like, it's new producers and new people, they kind of want to put their own thing in. So I will sit here waiting for the phone to ring, but I have no information on that. I wish I did, it was a great experience and I would love to be a part of anything they have in the future."

Since the new Mass Effect remains in early development, it seems unlikely that anyone outside of BioWare and Electronic Arts knows what characters will return. And Ashley's hopeful reappearance could prove complicated given the series' emphasis on choice. The original 2007 title asked players to choose between saving Ashley or another crew member - Kaidan Alenko. If previous heroes do sit center stage again, BioWare must either decide which optional characters will be canon or once more allow users to transfer older saves.

The last entry in the franchise, the much derided Mass Effect: Andromeda, branched off in a completely different direction, with new characters, locales, and stories resting at the forefront. Ahead of the galaxy-changing Reaper invasion in Mass Effect 3, teams of humans and aliens were shipped to the Andromeda galaxy in search of habitable worlds on which to settle. While rumors claim the Andromeda arc will tie into BioWare's next space-faring adventure, the studio itself has yet to corroborate.

#mass effect #bioware #ashley williams #kimberly brooks #queue #second human spectre #virmire survivor #tomboy #alliance marine #mass effect 4

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All You Need to Know About Elie Saab and June at Arabian Ranches 3

Are you searching for your home abode in Dubai? Arabian Ranches might be on the top of your list. However, the super successful residential complexes have expanded because of their popularity. Currently, the latest successor Arabian Ranches 3, is about to get completed, where you can book beautiful June and Elie Saab villas. Just how upscale they sound, these villas represent lavish lifestyles with utmost comfort. So, before we dig into details about these magnificent villas, let’s have a gist about the all-new Arabian Ranches 3.

About Arabian Ranches 3

Arabian Ranches 3 is one of the latest developments in Dubailand. Although it is located distant from the city centre, it is easily accessible. The project was started in 2019, as the third phase of Arabian Ranches, following the successful completion of the first two projects. There are four phases to the off-plan project’s development; some clusters are nearly finished, while others are still under construction.

More than 4,000 villas and townhouses are getting ready in Arabian Ranches 3, distributed neatly in separate clusters within each sub-community. The Villa June and Elie Saab are four and five-bedroom villas perfect for those seeking a smooth and splendid lifestyle with their family.

Elie Saab Villas in Arabian Ranches 3

If you are a big family, Elie Saab villas might be your best match. These are stunning four and five-bedroom villas at the centre of the majestic Arabian Ranches 3. The luxury villas are named after the popular fashion icon Elie Saab. What makes these villas so unique is that the gorgeous modern interiors are designed by him! The villas prioritize the greatest comfort and elegance for a refined living experience. Each villa features luxurious lifestyle amenities, breath taking views of the surrounding greenery, and stunning interiors.

Notable features of Elie Saab Villas:

Direct access to central park

Signature club access

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Open roof terraces/Air conditioned terrace lounges

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June Villas in Arabian Ranches 3

JUNE is yet another gated neighbourhood in Arabian Ranches 3 that welcomes families. The villas make a luxurious and vibrant home for individuals looking for a sophisticated living away from the hustle and bustle. Residents at Villa June can enjoy various high-end amenities with a strong-knit community. The villas feature a sizable balcony, first-floor terraces, a rooftop terrace, and a sizable garden space will all be features of the five-bedroom houses. The June villas will also offer three car garages, first-floor patios with room for a fire, and a rooftop lounge with views of lush green parks.

Notable features of June Villas:

Spacious floor plans

Indoor gymnasium

Outdoor pool, hot bath

Parks and leisure areas

Built-in wardrobes

Children’s Play Area

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These beautiful family-friendly villa communities are much sought after by locals and ex-pats in Dubai. If you have decided to rent one of these stunning villas in Arabian Ranches 3, get them at the best prices from Luxury Property.com.

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“Queensgate Market”, Huddersfield _ J Seymour Harris Partnership [1968-70] _ Listed Grade II _ Photographs by Spyros Kaprinis [11.10.2021] "In 1959 Huddersfield Corporation sought the comprehensive redevelopment of the town’s centre. Murrayfield Real Estate was the selected developer for much of the area. Murrayfield’s architect for the four phases of 1966-1975 was the J Seymour Harris Partnership. A replacement market hall was, unlike the rest of the scheme, financed by the corporation. By asking Seymour Harris to design it, the integration of the market hall into the rest of the development was achieved. The market hall is on a steeply sloping site. The design is lowest at the top of the slope next to the Victorian town hall and highest at the bottom of the slope with a dramatic elevation to the ring road. The servicing of the 200 market stalls is from the ring road access beneath. Gwyn Roberts (1936-2004), was the project architect. Roberts’s concept for the market was to have an interesting but economical roof structure which would return to the traditional concept of the market place with rough wooden stalls shaded but not enclosed by a number of canopies that allowed the feeling of the traditional variety and bustle of a market. The roof is made up of 21 freestanding 1m x 0.7m columns ranging from 3.3m to 7.5m tall. Each column supports, 1.5m off-centre, an asymmetrical hyperbolic paraboloid (hypar) concrete shell umbrella 17m x 9.5m in plan and 3m deep. Thus the shells cantilever 7m to one side of the column and 10m to the other. Because all the shells are asymmetric in the same plane, uncluttered and uninterrupted, the repeated pattern of asymmetry gives the roof shells a strikingly sculptural appearance to the viewer looking up from the market stalls. Colin Prior (b 1947), the project’s assistant resident engineer who oversaw the shell construction in 1968-9, sees the building as a synthesis; “the architecture is the engineering is the art is the architecture”. There is no direct precedent. Felix Candela’s Mexican hypar work was celebrated. Candela had used hypar umbrellas to cover commercial space; in 1954 he built his first hypar umbrella shell warehouse and a market hall in 1955. Later Candela was a consultant for the hypar umbrellas of the John Lewis Partnership’s Stevenage warehouse of 1963 (listed grade II 1998), which was visited by Roberts. Candela’s usual umbrella form was a 10 to 15 metre grid of shells with each row being tilted on the column head to provide north light, the shells bracing one another. In Huddersfield, unlike the Candela work, the umbrellas are not mutually bracing; each functions independently. These novel structures were developed by Joe Nicholls (b 1936) of Leonard and Partners, using the formulae of Eliahu Traum (b 1924). It is thought that this development in hypar structures remains unique. Each shell weighs about 72 tonnes. In order to distribute their weight evenly at the column head they are 75mm thick on the longer side and 175mm thick on the shorter. The soffits show the impression of rustic board marking. The 1.37m vertical gaps between roof sections are ingeniously glazed. The glazing had to cope with the movement of the shells under wind and snow loads. Heywood Williams engineers used aluminium framed glazing suspended from and fixed only to the upper shell and concertina membranes of a synthetic rubber, that seals the glazing between adjacent umbrellas that can move independently in any direction. When Gwyn Roberts trained in Birmingham he met German sculptor, Fritz Steller (b 1941). Their friendship led to Steller decorating the ring road elevation with nine 15.5m x 5.5m relief ceramic panels, Articulation In Movement. Every panel has a representation of a mushroom-like shell that is turned 90 degrees with the relief stalk and asymmetric cap of each resembling a trumpet bell being harmoniously aligned with adjoining ones. This gives feeling of movement right along the building. Around the stem of each are organic representations that reflect the nature of the market’s goods. Inside, against the wall are 19 shop units that vary in depth alternately. Thus from the outside the first floor is indented allowing the ceramics that are mounted on the wall of the deeper units to delineate the trading spaces. Steller also produced the interior mural in black painted steel, Commerce. In November 2007 the building was awarded the Concrete Society’s Certificate of Excellence for a Mature Structure." https://c20society.org.uk/building-of-the-month/queensgate-market-huddersfield

#Queensgate Market #Huddersfield #J Seymour Harris Partnership #Listed Grade II #1968 #1970 #2021 #Spyros Kaprinis #Brutalism #Brutalist Architecture

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ghstandpucks · 3 years

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Teacher Appreciation Part 3 ~ Nathan MacKinnon (4+1)

Here it is! Part 3 (and last) of Teacher Appreciation! I'm so thankful for all the comments and love, thank you to everyone who has read it! Let me know what you think of this part! Shout out to @cozynightscandle for asking about a part 3 and providing some inspo, as well as @avsfans95 for always letting me bounce ideas off of her!

Also, sixth grade is still considered elementary in my district, so I kept it that way for purposes of the story!

Summary: The four times Nate surprised your class, and the one time your class and Nate surprised you.

Warning: mentions of the pandemic (not the main focus, just touching on how teaching was during that time as I spent the beginning of my teaching career pretty much online)

Word Count: 4,634

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Your first year of teaching sixth grade was actually more successful than you would have thought. It was a different type of bond you were able to build with your students. Instead of having to tie shoes and clean boo-boos, you became someone that your students would come talk to if they were too stressed. They told you their dreams and aspirations; all the while still relying on you to calm their fears when math became overwhelming. Long story short, you absolutely loved it. Yes, some were taller than you, and on more than one occasion Nate would lose you among your kiddos when he would come to help in your classroom. Still, you built connections that you didn’t think were possible after always working with the younger kids. Nate loved seeing how excited you were, and loved when you would come home and tell him all about what your kids did that day.

And yes, home was now with Nate. During a bad snow one evening, you were panicking about having to get back home so you could change just in case school wasn’t cancelled for the next day. Nate, off-handedly, suggested that it would be easier for you to just move in, since you were over all the time anyways; his office half taken over with craft supplies already. You agreed with a sarcastic laugh, thinking he was joking, but woke up to him clearing out space in his closet. During winter break, you officially moved in. Now it was your second year in sixth grade, and a handful of your kiddos from third grade when you first met Nate were back in your class. And if you thought third graders were intrusive, they just got worse, especially when they already knew you.

“Miss Y/L/N, could you not give us homework tonight? I have practice,” Steven asked right after the morning bell rang and you were checking over last nights homework.

“Steven, I already don’t give you much homework and you have time to usually start it in class. Use your time wisely kiddo,” you said, stamping his paper as he groaned.

“But Miss Y/L/N…”

“But nothing, do your work,” you responded, making a face at him that caused the young boy to huff out a laugh. You had only been in school for a month now, but have been having a great time with your kids. Today, the Avs would be on campus talking with the fifth graders as they do every year about the presidential fitness test. Last week when your students caught word that the hockey team would be there, half of them pleaded with you to get the team into your classroom. Little did they know that you had a different surprise planned for them. During recess, Nate ran into your classroom as you gathered your PE supplies. “Do they know yet?” he asked, giving you a quick kiss and taking the kickball from your hands.

“Not a clue,” you giggled as he retreated to his teammates and you went to get your kids from line. Leading your students into the gym as you had PE after recess, they all started to shout and jump around when they saw who was joining them. You waved as Nate came into view, accompanied by the entire Avs’ line up.

“Hi Teacher Dad!” Alexa squealed over the commotion, and you swore your face was beat red. She hadn’t used that term yet this year and to be frank, you had forgotten about it.

“Alexa,” you started as the guys laughed.

“Hi Alexa,” Nate called out, smiling at you with a look that told you not to get upset. Looking back at the girl, she sent you a sweet smile and you just shook your head with a laugh.

“You know better,” you said and she giggled. “Alright, ladies and gentleman gather around please! Today we will be continuing our game of….”

“Kickball basketball!” your kids yelled, running off to their teams and taking their positions. “Wait wait wait. Before we get started, would someone kindly explain the rules of kickball basketball to our newcomers,” you gestured towards the Avs who looked completely confused at your fusion of the two ballgames.

“So one team pitches the ball like in kickball and the other team has to kick it. Then they skip around the perimeter of the basketball court and have to make it back home before the other team can get the ball and shoot it through the hoop,” Justin explained.

“There are also no bases so you can’t stop. You aren’t safe anywhere unless you make it back home,” Kalel added.

“This is really a game now?” Andre asked you and you nodded.

“And it is our favorite. So I have my kids playing odds vs evens based on their class numbers. I think you all can split up that way too,” you said, gesturing for the guys to join their respective teams. Nate watched as you settled the argument about who the pitcher would be between three of your boys, not handing the ball over till they figured it out diplomatically.

“She wasn’t joking when she said her students were taller than her, was she?” Andre laughed from beside Nate as he chuckled along. You stood on the sideline, cheering and calling out foul balls for the duration of the game. The Avs took it easy with your kids, just laughing and having fun. Your kids were ecstatic, being able to call some of the guys their teammates; getting high fives and being cheered on by the pro athletes. You PE time was about to end within another five minutes as the teams switched sides after the evens got three outs on the odds. You saw Isaac hand Nate the ball to make him pitcher, smiling as Nate gently rolled the ball to Kiely. After she kicked it and almost made it around, Steven was up.

“Miss Y/L/N, will you kick?” he called out to you, and your class started to cheer. It was no secret that you played PE games with your kids from time to time. A chant of your name was started as you laughed and put your keys and walkie talkie off to the side.

“Teacher Mom vs Teacher Dad, yaaaasss,” Alexa cheered and you shook your head.

“Alexa,” you called and she smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry!” Nate laughed and turned his attention back to you. He rolled the ball slower than you knew he could, but that didn’t stop you from kicking it with all your might. Your kids (and the Avs) on your side were cheering loudly as you skipped around the perimeter laughing, coming back to home a second before Tyson got the ball in the net.

“Evens win!” you called out, then made your two teams shake hands with each other and collect the equipment as it was time to head back to class. As your class was saying goodbye to the Avs, Nate walked over and bumped his arm into you.

“You know I went easy on you right?” he asked, ever the competitor. You laughed and smiled sweetly at him.

“You know you shouldn’t have, right?” you shot back, laughing as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you back home. Love you,” you whispered.

“Love you,” he whispered back. You gathered your class and ushered them out of the gym and back to your classroom. The rest of the day went well as your class was floating on cloud nine from their interaction with the Avs.

One Thursday afternoon before Winter break, you came home with several bags of potatoes in hand. Opening your apartment door, you walked in on Mikko and Andre watching a basketball game with Nate; your boyfriend automatically getting up and taking a few bags from you. “What’s with all the potatoes?” Mikko asked.

“We’re mummifying them tomorrow in class,” you answered casually, walking off into the kitchen as Nate sat back down on the couch while Mikko and Andre looked entirely confused.

“Did what she just said not phase you at all?” Andre asked Nate and the center shrugged.

“I’ve been hearing about this project for like 3 months now,” he said casually. You walked back into the room and sat on the edge of the couch near Nate.

“Mummifying potatoes?” Mikko asked, looking slightly horrified.

“Yeah, we’re learning about ancient Egypt. We’re going to wrap the potatoes in foil and decorate them with plastic jewels like they were death masks,” you explained in an excited tone.

“How?” Andre asked, now completely more interested in what you were talking about than the game.

“I’m going to cut large slices of potatoes so ever student gets a handful. Then we’re going to pour baking soda and salt on them to dry it out like the Ancient Egyptians would dry a body. Then we are going to wrap it in tin foil like a sarcophagus and decorate. When we get back from winter break, we’ll ‘excavate’ them by unwrapping the potatoes and see how we did with drying it out, documenting changes and what we see like archaeologists,” you explained. Nate smiled up at you as Mikko and Andre tried to figure out if the project seemed cool or crazy. They settled on cool.

“Can we help?” Mikko asked and you laughed.

“Nate’s coming in tomorrow to help. The two of you can come with him if you want,” you said and the guys nodded.

The following day, Alexa answered the door when there was a knock as you were starting to explain to your class what they were going to do with their potatoes. “Teacher Dad! You’re here!” She said quietly as to not get in trouble by you. Nate chuckled, nodding as Mikko and Andre planned on chirping him later for how comfortable your class was with him if they were calling him teacher dad like it was no big deal. It was one thing when they were younger, but took on a different comfort level as they were older.

The guys helped you pass out the materials and made their own sarcophagi as you circled the classroom making sure your students were staying on task and not just goofy around. A few of your sports obsessed boys clung to the hockey players and copied their every move, decorating their sarcophagi to look similar. You laughed, passing by Nate’s and adding an extra jewel because you wanted to make it more sparkly. He narrowed his eyes at you, but let you keep adding jewels until you were content and circled the class again to see how your kids were coming along. Mikko and Andre snickered; only you would be allowed to touch anything of Nate’s and not have him explode on you.

“Mr. MacKinnon?” two of your girls came up to Nate with little giggles. He looked at them confused, but answered.

“Yes?”

“You and Miss Y/L/N are dating right? Like you’re here all the time. Ever since third grade,” Audrey asked in a hushed tone while Cierra continued to giggle. Nate flushed, not sure how to answer them.

“You must really like her. Like, marry her like her,” Cierra added as Nate cleared his throat and his teammates started to laugh. Before Nate could formulate a sentence though, you were calling for your class’s attention, letting them know it was time to put their ‘sarcophagi’ on the back counter and clean up for the day. As you circled the room again, you noticed Nate looking a bit red with the two forwards trying to hold in their laughter.

“You okay?” you asked him quietly.

“Fine,” he shot you a smile, and though you were skeptical, you returned to your class.

“Yeah Teacher Dad Mackinnon. When are you going to make her Teacher Mom MacKinnon?” Andre chirped quietly, muttering a sorry when you shot him a look having heard his voice, but not what he said. Truth be told, Nate had already thought about it and had plans for an off-season proposal.

Campus was quiet on a Thursday after school. You had made copies and stapled a few packets together, graded math tests, and prepared a social studies test for Friday. One task led to another and you kept walking around your room hanging up new student work. Sitting down, you started working on going through your students work from the week to check for understanding and participation. As you were stamping and writing comments, you heard your door being unlocked. Figuring it was the custodian, you kept on plugging away. “Hi Ms. Kay,” you said cheerfully, before looking up and jumping in shock. “What are you doing here?” Nate looked at you incredulously.

“Why are you still here? Y/N I thought something happened to you,” he walked over to you and pulled you up and into a hug. Was he worried about you?

“No, I was just getting some things done. How did you get in?” you asked as he let go of you.

“Ms. Kay gave me your room key when I ran into her in the parking lot. Why the hell are you still here? I tried to call you like ten times,” Nate said, obviously worried, but you still weren’t sure why.

“I have bad reception in my room, I’m sorry babe,” you said, grabbing his hand. “Why are you so worried. Is everything okay?”

“You don’t know what time it is, do you?” Nate asked you, laughing humorlessly.

“It’s only like 4:30,” you said, looking at him confused.

“Hun, no,” he said, showing you his watch. “It’s 7:30.”

“Oh my gosh Nate. I am so sorry! One thing led to another and I wasn’t paying attention and…” you rambled.

“Hey it’s okay,” Nate tilted your chin up with his forefinger. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, realizing you had worried him. Nate smiled softly at you, giving you a quick kiss before grabbing your backpack and keys.

“Let’s go home,” he tugged on your hand but looked back when you didn’t budge.

“Nate I have so much to do. I don’t know how I got behind this week but I need to get all their work together and sent home in their Friday folders,” you rushed out, starting to feel overwhelmed that you didn’t have all the time you thought you had.

“Then they can get them on Monday. You need to come home and get some rest,” Nate tried to reason patiently with you.

“Nate, they’re called Friday folders for a reason,” you said.

“And I’m sure if they get them late one week no one will riot,” he responded.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know your class adores you as their teacher. Now let’s go home and you can finish them tomorrow if you’re going to stress over it,” Nate started to pull you along.

“But…”

“Leave it.”

The next day you were running on pure caffeine and more thankful than usual that it was Friday. The unfortunate part, your schedule had no room for you to work on your Friday folders. Figuring you would skip lunch to get it done, you went about your day as usual. You were helping Noah with dividing fractions when there was a knock at your door. As you continued to help your student, Justin got up and answered. “Mr. MacKinnon!” he yelled and your head shot up.

“Justin, that is not an appropriate classroom tone,” you said as your class was all trying to get a better look at Nate. “Get back to work you guys. I’ll be right back Noah. Try number 12 by yourself,” you suggested, getting up and walking over to Nate. “Everything okay?”

“What do you want me to file?” he asked.

“What?” you asked, confused by his question.

“You were stressed yesterday about your Friday folders and they still look empty,” Nate gestured toward your hanging files on the wall with all the student’s folders in them. “I figured I would stop by to see if you needed help.”

“Are you my room mom for the day?” you laughed quietly and Nate nodded. Checking the time, you shook your head.

“You just got out of practice. I appreciate the help, but I’m sure your tired. Go home and rest,” you said, feeling guilty that you had worried him yesterday.

“I’m good. Where should I start?” he smiled.

“Please let him stay Miss Y/L/N. I love making my brother mad that Nathan MacKinnon spends time in our class instead of his,” Isaac said from behind you. Turning around, you laughed looking up at the tall sixth grader.

“Why are you up?” you asked.

“Oh! I need help on number 15,” he showed you his messy paper.

“We’ll go over everything right now. But did you flip the second fraction and then simplify?”

“No….”

“Ohhh, I would start there,” you smiled.

“Yes ma’am,” Isaac saluted you and went back to his desk. You laughed softly, shaking your head and turning back to Nate. “If you’re sure you want to stay, their work is all ready to be filed and it’s sitting on my desk. Thank you.” You smiled at Nate with a sigh of relief. He squeezed your arm reassuringly for a moment, then walked over to your desk to grab the stack he needed. “Alright my crazies, let’s go over our keep, change, flip.”

This wasn’t actually happening, was it? There’s no way this is real. These thoughts swirled in your head on a Friday in March. The school was closing for an extended spring break due to an outbreak. COVID-19 was closing your school. Nate’s season was just postponed, and now school. You went home in tears that day, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Over the next two weeks, you prepared Google Classrooms and work to do digitally as your school year was called. A month in a half online, then summer. Nate was getting agitated, not knowing what to expect with hockey and also worried for the both of you in the city. “I’m getting us a flight to Coal Harbor before they close the borders,” he mentioned one night during dinner.

“Nate, I can’t leave. What if I need to get back into my class? What if my kids need me?” you asked, your anxiety heightening.

“Then I’ll find a way to get you back here as quickly as possible. I just think we would be safer at home with more space, not an apartment in the middle of Denver,” he explained.

“I don’t have anything to teach there. At least here I have a white board, I can’t take that on a plane,” you rambled. Nate reached across the table and grabbed your hand.

“I already ordered you one for there. It’s being delivered tomorrow. You can turn one of the spare rooms into your classroom, or you can take my office and I can do things somewhere else. I just want to go back home, and I’m not comfortable leaving you here,” he said, wiping a tear off your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You weren’t sure if you were stress crying or worried crying at this point. He did have a point though, and you were online for the remainder of the school year. You nodded.

“Okay.”

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Three weeks later you were laughing at a story one of your kids was telling you over Google Meet. You had to give it to your class, they were very resilient and working hard to finish the year off. Deciding that you wanted to do something fun for PE, you roped Nate into a low-key training session. You told your kids to come to class that morning in their favorite sports gear and be ready to move. Opening your meet, you appeared in your MacKinnon jersey. “Of course you have a MacKinnon jersey Miss Y/L/N,” Cierra said laughing. You looked at her shocked.

“Who else should I have?” you laughed with her.

“Crosby,” Kiely unmuted herself quickly.

“I heard that Kiely!” Nate yelled from somewhere in the hallway. Your kids started laughing and you smiled at them, thankful to have them all healthy and safe in front of you, even if it was through a screen.

“Okie dokie kiddies. I have something fun planned for us today. Are you all ready to meet our special guests?”

“We know Mr. MacKinnon is there Miss Y/L/N,” Steven unmuted himself and laughed.

“I said guests as in plural Steven. But if you don’t want to meet him, I guess I can just send him back home,” you shrugged, starting to turn around in your chair.

“No no no! Steven stop talking. Miss Y/L/N, who is it?” Noah called, practically bouncing out of his seat.

“Hey, be nice Noah. Alright ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I would like you to meet your PE coaches for the day. Mr. MacKinnon you already know, but say hi!” your kids all unmuted themselves to say hello to Nate as he walked into the room. “Okay now, drumroll please! Your other PE coach, Mr. Crosby!” The screams of your kids had you pressing ‘mute all’ really quick. If only there was a mute all in real life. Sidney waved at your kids while Nate laughed as Kalel fell out of his chair in excitement. You saw parents running into the rooms of your students, all waving and excited themselves once they saw there was no danger.

After a 30 minute workout with Nate and Sid demonstrating and counting for the kids, you let them have time to talk with your class. They had been working so hard, you figured some time missed from learning to enjoy themselves in this hectic experience was needed. Friday was half day for you online, so after a math review and reading time, you said goodbye to your kids as they all started to log off. Waving till the last one left, you sunk back into your chair as you ended the call. Nate came into the room and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for doing that today,” you said, smiling at your boyfriend.

“Of course. I would do anything for you, you know that,” he said simply and you smiled. “I am mad at Kiely though. Why should you have a Crosby jersey?” Nate made a face and you giggled.

“She just wants what’s best for her teacher,” you teased him, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss and then standing up to head to the kitchen for a snack.

“Yeah sure,” Nate said, then comprehended what you just said. “Hey!” he ran after you, circling his arms around your waist while you laughed and tried to get away from him.

It was the last day of school for the year, and you were watching a movie with your kids on Google Meet. After the meet you talked about the summer and what they hoped to do if they could. You had them also talk about what their favorite part of the year was and what they look forward to in Junior High. “You guys know that I will always be here for you. I know you will all be awesome seventh graders and I can’t wait to run into you all at the grocery store one day and have you all tell me about it,” you said, starting to get choked up with having to say goodbye to them after such an insane year.

“I’m gonna miss you Teacher Mom,” Alexa unmuted herself and you almost broke. Even though you would get after her when she would call Nate Teacher Dad, you loved being her Teacher Mom.

“You’re going to make me cry,” you said, tearing up and laughing as your kids all started to unmute themselves to tell you not to cry.

“Miss Y/L/N, can you call Mr. MacKinnon into the room please?” Kiely asked softly and you nodded, figuring she wanted to say goodbye to him too. You called for Nate, laughing at a joke one of your boys told you while he walked into the room. Seeing him through the camera, you turned around in shock.

“What’s all of this?” you said to all the little presents and cards Nate was holding and placing down on the desk beside your laptop.

“We all wanted to get you something, so my mom emailed Mr. MacKinnon to plan how to get it to you!” Isaac shouted.

“Email?” you asked Nate, not knowing they had his email.

“Instagram,” he whispered. Your actual room mom DMed Nate.

“You guys! This is too much! Thank you,” you gushed, looking at the outpour of love from your class. “You’re all the best and I love you guys,” you said, not helping the tears that came to your eyes.

“Love you Miss Y/L/N!” a few of your girls shouted while your boys just laughed.

“There is also one more thing,” Nate muttered to you, rubbing the back of his neck. “You guys ready?” he asked your class, and you could hear the nerves in his voice. Why was he nervous? Your kids all nodded, big smiles on most of their faces. “Okay, hold them up.” You watched the screen as your kids held up colorful posters with different sayings on them. Confused, you started to read them.

“Teacher Mom + Teacher Dad”

“Congratulations!”

“Mrs. MacKinnon’s Class!”

“Say yes!” … Kiely’s had a picture of a ring on it. Your jaw dropped as your heartbeat sped up.

“Turn around!” Alexa yelled through the speakers. Spinning in your chair, you came face to face with Nate kneeling in front of you, a beautiful ring in his hands.

“I had a whole speech planned out, but I’m forgetting it now,” he chuckled and you giggled with him, more tears filling your eyes. “I know this time has been crazy, and I didn’t plan on purposing to you during a pandemic, but I didn’t want to wait any longer. I love you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I’m thankful everyday that those kids brought you to the rink that day three years ago. I love having crafts all over my desk because you need more space, and I love being Teacher Dad; more than I thought I would. But most of all, I love the peace and steadiness you bring to my life, even if you’re running in circles yourself. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Say yes!” shouts came from behind you on the computer screen. You smiled, nodding your head.

“Yes, of course,” you said, tears falling. Nate smiled at you and slipped the ring on your finger, standing up and bringing you into a hug. He wanted to kiss you, but knew you would get mad that it was in front of your class. Cheers erupted from the meet, and you turned to see not only your students but their parents also. Laughing, you showed your class your ring quickly.

“Yay Teacher Mom and Teacher Dad!” Alexa shouted and you couldn’t get mad at her this time. After they all calmed down and you said your final goodbyes, you ended the meet and found Nate laying on the couch. You lowered yourself on top of him and kissed him.

“How did you get them to do that?” you asked, referring to the signs.

“When Isaac’s mom messaged me, I brought it up. She coordinated it all with the other parents,” he said and you laughed.

“I love you,” you said, kissing him again, Nate wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“I love you too, future Mrs. MacKinnon.”

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The building that housed Fentonworks had never been normal, no matter what neighbors and real estate agents might profess.

Things had happened there. Deaths. Wild twists of fate and shocking coincidences. People who lived there heard noises, saw things, felt things. Experienced sicknesses with no cause. Were cured of sicknesses without cause. Survived things that should have killed them.

It was a thin spot between worlds. Reality was a rippling membrane, frayed enough for things to shine through.

The construction of the neighborhood itself had been… strange. It happened much faster than it should have, as if there was a whole extra shift of workers on the project.

The townhouse that would one day become Fentonworks had stood out even in that mystery. Extra rooms, a basement deep enough to cause a nasty fight with regulators, features not approved by the architect.

It was a wonder they hadn’t hit any of the water lines or the sewage systems. A wonder- and an impossibility. So, the matter was ignored and dropped.

Then the next owners expanded that impossible basement, building another, secret basement and putting things in the walls- They were criminals, of course. It was expected for them to do illegal things. (Although exactly what they had done was… oddly uncertain.)

(Drugs, perhaps.)

Then, the lunatics. Then, the tiny cult that collapsed in on itself. Then the empty years, dozens of transient ghosts trying and failing to pass through, and the ghost hunters. So many ghost hunters, none of them particularly successful.

Then, the Fentons.

Then, little Jazz.

Then, little Danny.

Danny with wide eyes that saw too much.

And all the horrors that the Fentons could dream up, from living hotdogs to weapons that burned like stars and doors to places that should not be visited.

And this was Danny Fenton’s home.

The Manson estate was an odd case, even for Amity Park. Save for the basement, the entire building they lived in had been transplanted, brick and beam, from Germany.

Rich people were bizarre.

Even the Mansons couldn’t explain it. The man who had done it hadn’t been a Manson. The Mansons, who were relatively new money, all things considered, had purchased it from one of the man’s children. Anything to boost their prestige.

It was fancy, and it was old, a gothic and statuesque mansion worthy of its name. Still, it wasn’t quite fancy or old enough to merit the kind of expenditure moving it had to take.

Hence the rumors, squelched by the Mansons, that the place was haunted.

It wasn’t.

The rumors, however, were enough to get one Samantha Manson interested in the occult. Especially given how hard she saw her parents working to hide the rumors from her.

No. The mansion wasn’t haunted. For all it’s oddities and quirks – which only multiplied as the Mansons added more and more features to it – the building itself was mundane.

(The land it was built on might have been another story.)

And this was Sam Manson’s home.

The Foleys didn’t want to know what Tucker got up to in the attic, but liked to think that, with that one exception, their home was a nice one. It was on a nice street, in a nice neighborhood, just far enough away from Fentonworks to keep both sightings of the Ghost Assault Vehicle and resultant property damage and property taxes to a minimum. Within walking distance of the high school, a supermarket, and a park.

They kept the fridge and pantry stocked. Their food might not have always been healthy – red meat was an element of almost every meal – but it was always available and filling. They made an effort for the dietary restrictions of Tucker’s friends of course.

All the rooms were kept clean and neat. Even Tucker’s, by way of bribes. Everything was organized, everything had its place. Except, perhaps, for the stray shoe or piece of schoolwork.

But that attic.

It really hadn’t been anything, before Tucker asked if he could move his computer stuff up there. Just a storage space, one too difficult for either Angela or Maurice to climb up there often. They didn’t consider themselves old, but they couldn’t call themselves young either. Not with a son Tucker’s age.

Once Tucker had realized the attic was there, he had been fascinated. And, well, once he was old enough for them to not worry about him falling off the ladder, they let him go up.

Some days, it seemed, he didn’t come down.

Better than his faintly disturbing Ancient Egypt phase, where he kept bringing pictures of mummified corpses to the table. Or, worse, the werewolf phase.

And this was Tucker Foley’s home.

Amity Park had claimed the distinction of ‘most haunted town in America’ long before the Fentons opened their portal. In fact, that was the reason the Fentons had set up shop there, in the first place.

No haunted town was complete without at least one haunted house. Amity Park had several. Not to mention a haunted hospital, a selection of haunted schools, a haunted museum, a haunted pool, a haunted crosswalk, a haunted mall, a haunted football field… The list went on, essentially ad nauseum.

Of course, that list mostly consisted of places that became haunted after the Fentons built their portal. But even before then, some places offered their dubious charms to tourists.

Mostly gullible ones. More than half of the claims of hauntings before the portal opened were fraudulent in their entirety. These places quickly went broke and got abandoned when real ghosts started showing up.

One of these was the ominously named Raven House, which stood in the hills on the west edge of town.

The story the tourists of years gone by had been told was that a widower had lived out here, all by himself and that one day, he stopped coming to town, or paying his bills, or even getting his mail. When the mailbox at the end of the long driveway was full, the mailman decided to go check on the widower. What he found was a flock of ravens and a skeleton, entirely picked clean of flesh.

No such death had occurred there, nor in any part of Amity. No such person had ever lived in the house, either. The last owners, before the company that decided to market the house as haunted, were a couple with two children.

It wasn’t until months after the portal started up that it became haunted in truth.

“This place isn’t haunted,” said Danny, panning his flashlight over cobwebbed corners on the ceiling. “I don’t think it ever was.”

“That’s what, strike five?” asked Sam.

Danny shrugged. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Four, actually,” said Tucker. “We counted the hospital as inconclusive, since we don’t know if anyone was there before Spectra.”

Danny nodded. “It’s weird, though, isn’t it? That no one lives here, I mean. It looks like a perfectly nice house.”

“Décor’s a bit… eh. Trying to hard to be haunted,” said Tucker, poking a raven decal on the wallpaper.

“I like it,” said Sam. “Needs cleaning, though.”

“Hey,” said Tucker, “you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking, are you? Because I’m pretty sure that’d be illegal.”

“It isn’t as if anyone else is using the place,” argued Sam. “It could be a great backup hideout, if we ever had to… you know.” She glanced at Danny. “Plus, we’d be doing them a favor, really, keeping things clean and lived in.”

“I think it’s an okay idea,” said Danny.

“Yeah, but you think lots of dumb things are good ideas. Like showing up at a party hosted by people who publicly humiliate you on a regular basis.”

Danny grumbled something about trauma responses that sounded like a direct quote from Jazz and something else about that incident being ages (aka weeks) ago. Then, he brightened.

“We could get one of the little ectoplasm generators to power everything,” he said. “Remember all that stuff we lifted from Skulker and Technus? We could actually use it. Study and test things without worrying about whether our parents will walk in. I mean, your attic is great, but still.”

“Plus, we can have actual lab safety protocols. No offense, Danny.”

“I am the one that half-died in a lab accident, so… None taken.”

Tucker rubbed his chin. “Alright. I suppose I can see the appeal… But if we have stuff that can trace back to us, we could get in serious trouble."

“We’ll be careful, then,” said Sam.

“Anything I take from Mom and Dad has plausible deniability. They’ll assume ghosts stole it.”

“We also need to clean if we’re being serious about this. And get a fridge. And figure out the pluming situation.”

“Fridge is on the list. We have to be careful about the outside, too. If this place is suddenly well maintained, people will notice.”

“Sure, but that isn’t something they’d call the cops over,” said Danny. “They’ll just assume new people are moving in. If anyone sees it at all. We’re pretty far away from anything. But pluming won’t be too hard. We just need to bring our own water. Like, toilets flush using physics. If you dump more water in, they’ll go, no electricity required.”

“How do you know that?”

“I can’t even tell you how many time Mom and Dad blew out all our breakers with stuff in the lab,” said Danny. “You pick up a few things.”

“Well,” said Tucker, swinging his flashlight over to examine a discolored spot on the ceiling. “Then… Home sweet home, I suppose.”

There was a house in the hills in the west hills of Amity Park.

And this was the home of two and a half humans and half a ghost.

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