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lovingperfectionsblog · 2 years

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Wildflowers - Part 3: The date.

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Summary: The first date with you and Pierre Gasly/

Warnings: Language, mentions of seeing boobs, drinking

Word Count: 2778

Authors note: We love an awkward Pierre, although, this is a but more rom-com type vibe, hope you all like 😊

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“So I assume you’ve got the date all planned?” Charles asked Pierre as they sat down on Lando’s couch after grabbing a drink each from the kitchen.

“Yeah, what have you decided on doing?” Max himself was curious, wondering what magical thing Pierre would end up doing for you as an actual date.

“Oh, I was thinking of just taking her to that little cafe on the corner by my place and then maybe an ice cream and a walk along the docks” Pierre beamed at the idea, hoping to keep the first date super casual, relaxed, truer to who he was.

“Is that all?” Lando was less than impressed by the date he had planned for the girl he already seemed to prove he was willing to go to greater lengths for.

“What do you mean is that all?” A wave of insecurity suddenly overcoming Pierre.

“Well, I mean, she definitely seems like the kind of girl where you should be putting in a little more effort you know?” Charles was slightly disappointed in what his friend had come up with, knowing that he had definitely put in a lot of effort for girls he did not care for in the least, and then this is all he does for you, he was definitely disappointed.

A panic suddenly overcame Pierre, had he completely fucked this up?

“Oh my god she’s going to hate the date” Pierre was suddenly frantically wracking his brain for a new plan, completely throwing the original one out, “Jesus, what the fuck do I do?”

“Hey, hey, lets calm down, we can come up with something new, when’s the date?” Daniel asked, already thinking about what contacts he had to get Pierre into some of the more upper-class restaurants of Monaco.

“It’s fucking tomorrow” Pierre was now up and pacing. He had blown his date with you before it had even begun.

“Well, that’s a bit fucking soon” Max was even feeling a little stressed for Pierre.

“Okay, no, no, this is fine, I’m sure between the five of us we can figure something out” Charles was immediately doing damage control, “firstly, absolutely no to the diner”

“I know someone who can get you a reservation at the hotel de Paris” Daniel offered up

“Call them” Charles instructed, Daniel immediately leaving the room, phone in hand.

“We need to organise a car to pick her up” Lando always had his go to company, knowing how impressed women were whenever he sent one.

“Also, a massive bunch of flowers, maybe even a necklace?” Max had always made a girl smile with a beautiful diamond necklace.

“Yes, yes to it all, Lando, organise a car as soon as Daniel gets back with the reservation time, Max, call a florist and whatever jeweller you can, something fancy okay?” Charles was divvying out responsibilities to the group, “Now, lets sort out what you’re going to wear” he directed towards Pierre.

“The Cannes suit was pretty good. No creases?” Lando offered up, wondering if he had that pressed.

“Yes, that could work, is that good to go?” Charles again directed to Pierre.

“Yes, yes, no that can will work” Pierre was beyond thankful for his friends, how they managed to save him every single time when it came to you.

“Reservation made for 7pm”Daneil walked back into the room with the suggest look on his face, made all the worse by the sigh of relief let out from Pierre.

“Lando, you’re up” Max got the younger lad moving, as he himself finished picking a bouquet of flowers, making the sure the florist could get it done in time for them, then moving onto the necklace, “listen, we want gold or a silver?” Max asked, presenting the options to the group at large.

“Gold, obviously” Charles picked on behalf of Pierre, “Like, lets be honest, we got to show these girls we can spoil them don’t we?”

All hummed in agreement, knowing the lengths they had to go to in order to keep women interested or else they would simply be whisked away by the next millionaire in Monaco.

“Car is set, is there anything else we need to sort out?” Lando asked, sitting back down

“Other than basics, I think we just sorted out your perfect date in a matter of half an hour, now was that so tough?” Max laughed at Pierre, who looked visibly less stressed than he did a few moments ago.

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“You got the flowers and necklace?” Charles asked over the phone, doing one last check on Pierre as he stood outside the Hotel de Paris as he waited for your car to pull up.

“Yeah, everything set” Pierre reassured Charles, “do you think she’s going to like it all?” Pierre allowed himself a moment of insecurity.

“What girl wouldn’t” Charles assured Pierre, always shocked at how nervous you seemed to make his friend, “Listen to me, you’re going to have an amazing time, I promise, she’s going to love it” with that the boys said their goodbyes, anticipating your arrival any second.

Next minute, Pierre saw your car drive up and he made his way down the stairs to open your door, fixing his jacket as he did so.

As he opened your door and helped you climb out, he was mesmerized by your beauty, you really were the kind of girl he pictured himself settling down with. He considered himself so lucky to have found you so soon in his life. He looked at you like you had put the stars in the sky yourself.

You on the other hand looked, embarrassed?

Oh god, what had he done wrong?

Pierre kissed your cheek and began leading you inside, “hey, is everything okay?” he sheepishly asked, concerned you didn’t like where he had picked for your date.

“No, no, everything is perfect” you awkwardly replied, “just, I guess I’m a little under dressed, was expecting something a little different” you admitted.

“You look absolutely perfect, I promise” and he meant it. Pierre was pretty sure you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

You on the other hand couldn’t ignore the obvious looks of disapproval from the other patrons at your obvious attire faux pas.

“Thank you, just, when you said it was going to be casual-“ you began explaining yourself as Pierre pulled your chair out for you and you got settled.

“Oh shit, didn’t I let you know that things had changed?” It had suddenly dawned on Pierre that he had never informed you of the date change, you specifically having asked how you should dress, and now here you were sitting in one of the most expensive restaurants in Monaco in a very casual outfit.

“You did not” he didn’t miss the look on your face, suddenly realising how embarrassed you must feel, God he felt awful, “you really do look great though”.

He beamed at the compliment, almost making you be uncomfortable something you could ignore if he was this happy.

Finally, something good, this was going well, just one little mess up, but he could get past that.

“Well, I uhm, got you something” he handed over the necklace, expecting you to be ecstatic, and you seemed it, before you actually opened the gift.

Once you had seen the ostentatious gold necklace though, he watched your face drop, before being replaced with a forced smile.

“Oh, it’s lovely” you feigned your adoration of the gift, and truly, you were thankful for the fact that he thought to get you a gift, but the gift itself, was really over the top.

“I’m so glad you like it” Pierre sent you a soft smile, too nervous to actually realise that this was all too grand for someone like you, your own tastes being lower key.

You were beyond thankful when you had been interrupted by the waiter, giving you an opportunity to put the gift to the side, ready to place a drink order and hope the evening would get better with the Pierre you thought you knew from the races.

“A bottle of dry red please, and for both of us the chefs special when we are ready” Pierre had taken charge of the order, deciding what the both of you would be having without ever consulting you.

This wasn’t the date you were expecting.

This wasn’t the Pierre you thought you knew.

Thank goodness you’d spoke to your friend about potentially giving you an emergency call to get you out of there if needed.

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‘Oh my god is he still talking about himself?’ You rolled your eyes as you poured yourself another drink, not wanting to be rude, but truthfully, this might be the worst date you had ever been on.

“Oh, and then she’d asked if she could have my number, but obviously I said no” Pierre continued telling a story that the boys had suggested, stating that girls want a guy that other girls want, so he pulled out every single story he could, desperately wanting you to fall for him the same way he had for you.

You did nothing but chime in with a hum every now and then, with minimal interest, more captivated by the glass in your hand than this ridiculous display from Pierre.

This was definitely not the guy you had fallen for.

“Your dinner” the waiter placed your food down in front of you and oh my god had he really just messaged someone? Seriously? At dinner with you?

This was the last straw, honestly, you had so hoped this evening would be better, but clearly Pierre was not the man you thought and quite honestly if he was going to be this rude, well then, so were you.

Thank goodness for the wine.

“Listen, forgive me, but I should go” you gave him no room to argue as you just got up and began walking out of the restaurant, purposely choosing not to look at him, embarrassment further creeping into your bones, as had been the theme of the entire night.

“Wait, Y/n-“ Pierre was immediately getting up and charging after you, trying to pay as quickly as possible in order to catch up to you.

By the time he did you were already halfway down the street.

“Y/n, wait!” he shouted after you. Fuck, why were these shoes so fucking awful to run in, “what, like, what’s going on, where you not having a good time?” Fear set in, what had he done wrong, wasn’t this what all women wanted?

“Pierre, like, okay, truthfully, I’m not entirely sure this is going to work out” you didn’t stop, not really wanting to have this conversation in public, but eventually you found him in front of you, stopping you from going anywhere, determined to talk it out.

“Wait, but why, like, I thought, I don’t know, like, fuck, I just really like you” he knew he was waffling, but you walking out was not part of the plan, he didn’t know what to do.

“Pierre, I just think we are really different people and you clearly want something different” you gestured over to the hotel, and then to yourself.

“No, like, you are everything I want, I just, fuck, I just wanted it to be the perfect night” he was officially out of ides, maybe dating just wasn’t for him, he just wished he didn’t have to hurt you in the process.

“Your idea of a perfect night was not telling me we were going somewhere super fancy so I literally rocked up in chucks while you’re in a suit, embarrassed out of my mind, then giving me the most ridiculous necklace, so what, you could prove you had money, ordering for me, like I cant decide that for myself and then literally doing nothing other than talking about yourself and how you just reject girls” you knew your tone was harsh and you were 100% prepared to blame that on the wine, but in truth, you were disappointed in him, “Oh, and to top it all off, you sat on your phone, what, messaging other girls?”

“No, this isn’t my idea of a perfect night at all” Pierre looked more disappointed than you felt.

“What do you mean?” Why had he done all of this then if this isn’t what he wanted?

“Honestly, I wanted to take you to this little café near my house. When I first moved here, it was the first place I went to grab something to eat, and they made this meal that reminded me of exactly how my mom used to cook it, it’s one of my favourite places in the world and its relaxed and we could have spoken because all I want is to get to know you better and I know all the people who work there and I just wanted you to experience it and then I was going to take you to get ice cream, because it’s your favourite dessert in the world, choc mint right? And then I wanted to take you on a walk on the docks, because there’s this really great game I used to play and I’d pick a boat and give it a new name and like, imagine all the places I’d go with it and it, I don’t know, kept me motivated to achieve my dreams in F1 and I guess I just, fucked it all up” Pierre tried to explain it all to you, knowing that he had already ruined it so there was no harm at this point, “for that date, you’re dressed literally perfectly” he really thought you were, God, you were beautiful.

“What the fuck Pierre! That date sounds fucking perfect! Why didn’t we do that one?” how had you ended up on the literal worst date in the world when he had planned all of that?

“Charles and them got in my head okay! They said it wasn’t good enough and then they got me this reservation and said I should get you this necklace because like, girls only really like us for our money and that I should just talk about how girls want me because that’s going to make you want me more and girls like assertive men so I should order for you and fuck, I was on my phone because I was messaging Charles telling him how amazing I thought you were” he rushed through the explanation, desperately hoping you’d understand why he did what he did. “Oh, and honestly, I forgot to tell you about the date change because I am so fucking nervous of messing things up with you , which I clearly did anyway, and I completely forgot” he threw his hands up, having officially given up completely.

You were laughing. Holy shit, you were laughing, there may be a way to salvage this.

“You took advice from the same boys that said I would show you my boobs?” you were now laughing uncontrollably, inciting laughter from Pierre as well.

“They’re pretty shit at advice aren’t they” he could listen to you laugh for the rest of his life. “What are the chances of me getting a do-over?” he sheepishly asked.

“I am literally starving so, I’d love to see this café of yours” you couldn’t stay mad at him at all, “I do juts have one condition”

“Anything” and Pierre meant it, fuck, if you wanted him to buy a yacht for you he would at this point.

“Just considering your track record of how bad you are at doing the right things in important moments, I’m just letting you know now, when you drop me off at home at the end of this date, I am expecting a kiss at the end of all this” this was definitely the wine making you brave.

Pierre stopped in his tracks, a new wave of excitement and fear coursing through him, “You want me to kiss you?” bewildered eyes met your own.

“I mean, only if you want to?” you suddenly felt self-conscious, fuck, had you messed this all up?

“I mean, all I can think about is kissing you” God, did he really just say that?

“Well, then lets hope this second date goes better than the first” you grabbed his hand as you let him lead you through the streets of Monaco to the café, “might even get to see my boobs if it goes really well” laughing as you watched him trip, physically feeling his hand get clammy at the thought.

“I promise, this will be the best date you have ever had”

#pierre gasly #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #monaco #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #f1 x reader #Pierre Gasly x Reader #pierre gasly imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula one imagine #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly fanfic #f1 x you #pierre gasly oneshot

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ninjastar107 · 7 months

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OC-tober Day eight - 'Past'

(Ft. Bass and Daneil)

More destruction on the news, this time a little too close to comfort. Downtown Manhattan, the reporters approached the group of instrument droids in hopes of getting answers.

'Why do you target tech shops? What's the bigger plan?' 'The message should be clear. We're sick of being toys, we're living beings too, and until we're treated as such, we'll continue to protest loudly. And just to make sure everyone knows, we wouldn't be doing this if you just listened to us in the first place.' The dog-headed droid barked into the microphone.

Bass bounced his leg, honing in and spacing out. "I know that guy."

"Say somethin'?" Neil asked from the other room.

"Oh, just thinking out loud," he responded, fixing his hair. That's right, they had a show to put on.

Right across the street of where the live feed was rolling in from.

Neil rolled in, fixing the straps around his torso. He unhooked his LED helmet from its charger and held down its power button. "You good?" he noticed the anxious posture.

"Anubis," Bass pointed, "they're an old friend of mine. Um, ex-friend. And they're right next to where we're going."

"I get it, you don't want to run into them huh?"

"I doubt they would recognize me, but..." He stuck on his magnetic earrings. "They left me for dead, and I wish I could say that makes me upset, but it was the out I needed. I used to do this sort of stuff with them and Zarse all the time, I didn't think anything of it. Like, it's hurting people, but it's also hurting robots too."

Daneil glanced at the clock. They had time to spare. "What made you stop? Like, what made you want out?"

Bass sunk back in the chair, "I got caught in crossfire. Some of us began worrying about the bigger picture, and Anubis didn't want anything to do with it. It was like a 'you're with me or you're not' thing -which, I was totally cool with- until I got my speakers slashed and was dumped in an alleyway. I realized that although I agreed with the idea, it wasn't about 'us' robots, it was about 'the robot movement'. Then after that, I kind of gave up."

"And it became less personal?"

"Yeah. I didn't jive well with that. If we're just numbers to them, then what difference is it between that and what 'the humans' think?" Bass rubbed his arm. He watched his boyfriend pull open the fridge, "Sorry to be a buzzkill so soon before a performance."

Neil bit into a cold dorito shell taco, "Itsh okay, it happens. Sometimes you just gotta get it out of your shistums beforehand."

"Yeah," He stood up and slipped his boots on. Once more, he felt like Neil didn't get it at all, or that he was choosing not to. "Yeah, I guess. We should take the back way around."

"Mhm," He stuck the rest in his mouth before fitting the helmet on and pre-setting the screen.

#Bass #Daneil #oc-tober #bweirdOCtober

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skullsemi · 2 years

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The MousePack - Mickey and Friends Singing Classic Standards

The MousePack - Mickey and Friends Singing Classic Standards is a tribute album featuring Mickey and his pals singing standards made famous by members of the Rat Pack (Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Sammy Davis, Jr.). Released on April 8, 2022 with the genre of Jazz, Swing and Standards, by the label of Walt Disney Records.

The album is available on:

Spotify

YouTube

YouTube Music

Apple Music

Deezer

Tracks

"Ain't That a Kick in the Head" (Goofy) - 2:30

"Let's Call the Whole Thing Off" (Donald and Daisy) - 4:00

"More Than You Know" (Minnie) - 2:47

"When You're Smiling" (Mickey) - 2:48

"How About You?" (Daisy) - 4:07

"One for My Baby" (Donald) - 4:07

"Friendship" (Mickey, Minnie, Goofy) - 2:16

"Young at Heart" (Donald) - 2:51

"I Love a Piano" (Minnie) - 3:03

"Everything Happens to Me" (Goofy) - 2:40

"Think of Mickey Mouse" (Goofy, Minnie, Daisy, Donald) - 2:59

Cast and personnel

Bret Iwan as Mickey Mouse

Russi Taylor (tracks 3 & 9) and Kaitlyn Robrock (tracks 7 & 11) as Minnie Mouse

Tony Anselmo as Donald Duck

Tress MacNeille as Daisy Duck

Bill Farmer as Goofy

Mike Himelstein - producer

Frank Strauss - recording arranger

Daneil Davila - recording engineer, mixer

Phil Levine - recording engineer, mixer

Michael Turner - recording engineer, mixer

Angela Parrish - background vocals

Randy Crenshaw - background vocals

Trivia

Tony Anselmo revealed on SiriusXM's Disney Hits' "Celebrity Be Our Guest 4 the Day" that "More Than You Know" was one of Russi Taylor's final recordings as Minnie Mouse. This was released three years after her death.

[ this post is a transcript version of the information on Disney wiki fandom ]

#disney #mickey mouse #minnie mouse #daisy duck #donald duck #goofy #goofy goof #jazz #walt disney records #the mousepack

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bwoahtastic · 2 years

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What about Michael or Daniel finding the bag underneath Lando's bed and thinking Lando already packed for like a visit to the zoo they planned together for the next day, and Michael/Daneil praises Lando for being so good at anticipating things at his age ? Poor little Lando's heart breaks because he doesn't even remember tomorrow's day at the zoo, he just thinks his worst fear is coming true and he spends the entire night terrified and crying about tomorrow being his last day with them ?

Pllss poor lando packing his bag nd then papa and daddy praising him for anticipating soc well, poor thing will not sleep at all! He just cries his little heart out and waits for Michael and Dan to come and give him to someone else and when they do come, he just starts crying even harder (poor confused Dan being very bamboozled cos he thinks it's cos Lando doesn't like the animal pancakes he made for breakfast)

Lando getting off the bed and he is so tired and wobbly from crying and he just stands there with his bag and Teddy and asks if the new family he is going to is there yet.

Pls after explaining Lando will never ever leave them, they decide to keep the zoo for another day cos lando truly.didnt sleep and just needs a day of cuddles, movies and naps with both daddies!!

#asks #abo adoption

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royaldeceit · 2 years

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@asteelgarden crashing in from here

╼ ༺ :|| Nearly illegible, to torn scraps of cloth still retained scribbles where her old instructor hurriedly made reference for some song- whether one previously composed or new he hummed on a whim. Comprised mostly of high pitches and repetitions, to Daneil’s mind a song of praise. Though to what or whom she lacked such information. Sitting upon a stump and returning with melodious hums for unknown portions, she felt momentarily at peace.

However, cracks and snaps silenced that delicate tune and drew their vocalist forth from her rest with readiness to bolt deeper into the forest. Bear, boar, or some other wild creature could only be hoped for. Whatever it was, they barreled down the mountainside.

And then....it... unceremoniously landed at her feet. Daneil, rather than fleeing or offering aid, stared down at the fallen, muddied figure who seemed neither beast nor man. With that she swallowed, ironically praying this wasn’t some spirit.

“U-um... What are you?”

#asteelgarden #asteelgarden: benny #└╼ ༺ (daneil) ༻ ╼┘#excuse me and my 3 current icons.

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theabyssalmuses · 2 years

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[ @tiredstudents sent in: [text] –– i am officially handcuffed to the pole on this part bus while taking jello shots. - Daniel to Suzuka ]

[ SENTENCE MEME ⟶ RANDOM TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT / PART THREE always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.]

Suzuka stared down at her phone screen, eyes going wide as a large grin made it’s way across her face. She tried to restrain a laugh, but ultimately found it to be a fruitless endevaour. After having dragged Daneil on a night out to help him ‘loosen up’ they had ultimately found themselves seperated. Of course, there was no danger, but...

“No freakin’ way!” She exclaims to herself, re-re-reading the message over and over again with glee. “Like, what the heck is this guy getting up to?!” She wondered if she’d underestimated him-- if perhaps he was secretly a party animal just like her, able to get wild and crazy if the mood strikes? “I am, like, so totally stoked to be getting a text re-count of whats going on. This is Priceless!”

Deft, experienced fingers tap at her phone screen, spelling out a return message for the currently misplaced Chaldea Employee. Even if they were here to have fun, she really ought to atleast find him.

>where’s the bus heading? I’ll like, catch up and meet you there! >no worries, i’ve totally got you fam!

She hits send, content with herself though still chuckling at the mental image. She was thankful he was atleast okay - and in a good enough state to be telling her what was going on, but...

“..But come on! Did he have to, like, be so stuffy and formal about it?! ‘Officially handcuffed’ ? Actually lame! Lame! So! totally! lame!” She had brought him out because he was so professional and formal all the time - hoping to get him to loosen up, but it seemed it hadn’t worked yet. “Ugh! Seriously, what’s with this guy! Although- i guess sticking true to character is, like, kind of cool in it’s own way, right?”

Well, she didn’t have much time to think- having recieved Daniel’s polite response on his whereabouts, the Saber sprang into action - sprinting at break neck speeds down the streets of the city. If she was fast, they could hit another club or three before it gets too late!

“The night is still young! Like, Let’s totally, officially par-tay!”

#JK Shrine Maiden Fox: Suzuka Gozen #asks: Interesting Inbox Intercommunications #yeah. lets fucking GOO #jello shots...sounds interesting..#PARTY TIME #damn Daniel gets up to some shenanigans...lolololol #In character: The voices of Many

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silverymusings · 1 year

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Daneil has been singing softly for some time now, but Tor is in the peripheral vision. Unfortunately she's too engrossed in her song to stop.

He made no move to interrupt her, simply sitting off to the side as the notes of her song danced through the air.

A small, distant smile quirked at his lips.

#royaldeceit #~ quizzical queries ~ (asks)#~ blood mage ~ (tor)

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kyra45 · 1 year

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How about the famous save my sister scam? I’ve googled it and the fundraiser is under the name of Daneil John Flores, and its under gofundme, cause I know gofundme is not yet available in the Philippines but if someone created the fundraiser for them then might’ve used their real account?

It’s likely made using someone else’s information, as I have seen scam accounts who make fraudulent gofundme’s. I have a post on my blog that explains the scam and one link leads to a post that shows this:

While I have not seen new asks sent for it, the gofundme likely hasn’t been took down over the years.

#kyra45 speaks #answer #save my sister scam

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bloodshotgun · 1 month

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do you think hoffman saying "epic bad luck" is his version of john kramer backwards baseball cap that's meant to make him look younger and more hip

#saw #mark hoffman #saw x #daneil made

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fires-posts · 2 years

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KNB LOVE SONGS

SINCE I DID A POST OF THEM BEING IN A HEART BREAK BECAUSE OF YOU NOW IT'S TIME WHEN THE FELL FOR YOU! GoM+Kagami when they fell for you song that relate to them :)) 5 Songs each

KISE

Unlove by Lyle Kam

Mariposa by Peach Tree Rascals

What dreams are made of by Evann Mclntosh

Sunkissed by khai dreams

like I'm gonna lose you by Meghan trainor, John Legend

KAGAMI

Best day of my life by Alericans Authors

One call away by Charlie puth

This is what falling in love feels like by JVKE

Please don't go by Joel Adams

Someone to you by BANNERS

AOMINE

Can I be him by James Arthur

I'm into deep by why don't we

No one can fix me by Frawley

Wonder By Shawn Mendes

Make you mine by PUBLIC

MIDORIMA

Poison by Rita Ora

Never be the same by Camila Cabello

Dandelions by Ruth B.

The simple things you do by Michael Carreon

Creep by Radiohead

MURASAKIBARA

Electric Love by BORNS

Starving by Hailee steinfeld,grey, zedd

Corduroy Dreams by Rex orange County

Cloud 9 by Beach bunny

Sunflower by Rex Orange County

KUROKO

Leave a light on by Keir, Fenne lily

Best Part by Daneil Caesar, H.E.R

This is how you fall in love by Jeremy Zucker, Chelsea Cutler

BLUE by Troye Sivan, Alex Hope

This Side of Paradise by Coyote theory

AKASHI

Our Way out by Nico Collins

Photograph by Ed Sheeran

Testify by NEEDTOBREATH

I think I'm in love by Kat Dahli

I hear a symphony by Cody Fry

NOW YOU IMAGINE >:)

#knb #kuroko no basket #playlist #Love songs #gom #gom+Kagami #Daiki Aomine #kise ryōta #akashi seijūrō #kuroko tetsuya #Kagami Taiga #midorima shintarou #murasakibara atsushi

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fatehbaz · 3 years

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Regarding this map, in How to Hide an Empire, Daniel Immerwahr writes: ‘Richard Edes Harrison’s polar azimuthal projection, first published by Fortune in July 1941 and copied widely thereafter [...]. The original accompanying text explained how “the entire conflict pivots around the U.S.” Arrows extending out from New York and San Francisco show the global flow of lend-lease aid.’

Also from How to Hide an Empire, Immerwahr writes: ‘The original UN emblem, designed by Donal McLaughlin, a member of the Office of Strategic Service (the precursor to today’s Central Intelligence Agency). McLaughlin modified the emblem a year later, adding the bottom of South America and tilting the map in order to make North America less obviously the center of the world.’

Excerpt:

Simply put, World War II made the United States a planetary presence. State Department officials furiously churned out wartime memos establishing U.S. policy -- often for the first time -- regarding every nation, colony, region, and sub-duchy on the map. One can almost see the cartoon sweat-bullets popping out from their faces as they wrestled with what position to take vis-a-vis Outer Mongolia, Northern Bukovina, [...] or Subcarpathian Ruthenia -- all places that appeared on their agendas. [...]

In 1898 imperial expansion had inspired new maps. The 1940s wartime expansion yielded a similar burst of cartographic innovation. Writers tapped surprisingly deep reservoirs of feeling as they touched on the subject of map projection. The long-familiar Mercator map, which showed North America protected on both sides by enormous oceans, became an object of scorn. It had worked well enough in an age of east-and-west sail, but the editors of Life deemed it “a mental hazard” in an age of aviation, when planes could reach Eurasia from North America by flying over the Arctic Sea.

There were other options [...]. Life devoted a fifteen-page spread to the “Dymaxion map” by the inventor Buckminster Fuller: fourteen detachable segments that could be folded into a tetradecahedron or assembled into various flat maps, as the user chose.

More popular was the “polar azimuthal projection” perfected by the dean of wartime cartography, Richard Edes Harrison. It showed the continents huddled around the North Pole, a jarring angle of view that highlighted aviation routes and showed how dangerously close North America was to Germany’s European empire.

The map was an enormous hit, reprinted and copied frequently. Joseph Goebbels waved it in reporters’ faces as proof of the United States’ world-conquering ambitions.

The U.S. Army ordered eighteen thousand copies, and the map became the basis for the United Nations logo, designed in 1945.

“Never before have persons been so interested in the entire world,” gushed Popular Mechanics. Certainly the technicalities of representing a spherical planet on a map’s flat surface had never commanded such fascination. As public consciousness expanded, the details of cartographic projection mattered. The world must be seen anew, the poet Archibald MacLeish wrote, as a “round earth in which all the directions eventually meet.”

“If we win the war,” he continued, “the image of the age which now is opening will be the image of a global earth, a completed sphere.”

That word MacLeish chose, global, was new. There are scattered instances of its use to refer to the world starting in the nineteenth century, but not many before the 1940s. [...]

If the last war was a world war, this one was, as Franklin Delano Roosevelt put it in September 1942, “a global war.” That was the first time a sitting president had publicly uttered the word global, though every president since has used it incessantly.

For Christmas that year, George Marshall presented FDR with a five-hundred-pound globe for the Oval Office. Placed next to Roosevelt’s desk, it was comically large.

It resembled the globe with which Charlie Chaplin had performed an amorous dance two years earlier in The Great Dictator, only bigger. [...]

“Just as truly as Europe once invaded us, with wave after wave of immigrants, now we are invading Europe, with wave after wave [...],” wrote the journalist John Hersey in 1944. Except it wasn’t only Europe. The “invasion” landed in force on every continent save Antarctica.

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From: Daneil Immerwahr. How to Hide an Empire: A History of the Greater United States. 2019.

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The Prodigal Son

Hey so this is for @nastyburger and their Dannyverse AU. Just so you know, it’s an AU that may not make sense without checking them out

Danny B. Fenton snorted, ashen grey smoke erupting from his nose as Dani landed behind him. For the first time in years, he was at Fenton Works for christmas, home of now world famous ghost hunters Maddie and Jack Fenton, as well as their elder child, Jazzy. It was once his home too. He knocked on the door. He didn’t know why, since he was expected. He supposed he just hoped it was Jazzy who opened the door. He was afraid to phase in. His parents might not buy that they “just didn’t hear him come in” when he was the most anticipated part of the holiday.

After a few seconds of silent waiting, Dani turned to her brother, silently asking if he really wanted to go through with this. And B wasn’t entirely sure he was. But, he’d promised Jazzy he would make an effort. The Fentons were old by now; it was why the elder child had returned home. The door creaked open, violet eyes glancing out before it was thrown open to reveal Madeline Fenton, hunched over with hair more grey than red, her hands rough and boney. Danny’s smile was still half formed when she latched onto him with a hug. Maybe it was his Core that had always caused him so much trouble, but she was cold to the touch. Most humans were. Silently, Maddie waved him and Danielle in. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Danny felt the house take aim at them, reacting to their shared ecto-signature. Danny had once removed its ability to sense him and Dani, but Jack had yelled at him when he’d realized. Danny had pointed out that it could’ve been Jazzy, but the Fenton patriarch had rebuffed that by pointing out Jazzy followed instructions.

Soon, Jack approached from the tree, a somewhat strained smile on his face as he said, “‘Ello Daneil. It’s good to see you. Same t’ ya Elle.”

Danny nodded, “Hi Ja- Dad. and uh, yeah. Glad to see you both as well. Merry christmas.”

“If yer more comfortable callin’ me Jack, call me Sparrow for all I care. Haven’t been yer father in years,” Jack said gruffly. Danny noticed it sounded more irate than sad. More bitter than apologetic.

The halfa siblings each raised an eyebrow and held up some bags (Elle had food, B the gifts), to which a younger, less bitter voice rang out from behind, “Food on the counter, presents are hidden in the guestroom.”

Danny hugged Jazzy much tighter than his mother had done to him. He’d been meaning to call her for ages, bur grading and hunting had been eating up his time. Despite not being back here in ages, he didn’t need to ask where the guestroom was, given that there was only one option. When he got up there, he snorted. The bright blue walls still had the fades that came from his posters; it was the same desk, so on and so forth. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“They didn’t touch it for years, ya know. They were hoping you’d,” Jazzy said with a pause, “come home.”

The redhead ran his hand through his hair and laughed horsley, “Considering how I left? Why don’t I quite believe it was a bilateral decision?”

Jazzy pursed her lips, not having a response to that. There had been a lot of yelling that night. Ancients, it had been Christmas Even then too. For the longest time, the most that Jazzy, Sam or Tucker had heard was that Danny Phantom was more and more active than had been normal. That his fire had been tinted blue. It had been a terse few weeks, and everyone was frightened out of their minds trying to figure out where Fenton was staying. When they found out Vlad had taken him and promised to hide him… It had been a difficult time. Loathe as the Phantom was to admit it, Plasmius had supported his human half in a way no one else could, and Danny was in his debt.

Looking around the room some, Danny said, “I need to think about some stuff. You mind?”

Silently, Jazzy nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her. Danny looked around some more, and eventually found something he hadn’t seen in years. A picture of him with Sam and Tucker at eighteen, with the imprint of Dani in a nearly invisible red spot that almost no one else would see. If Danny had to hazard a guess, he was 19 here, and it was one of the last times he was happy at home. He sighed as he pocketed the picture and walked out. There was nothing more for him in that room, bar whatever present Jazzy had gotten him, he supposed.

“Look who decided to join ‘is family afta all,'' snorted the old man from the living room. Danni glared at Jack, who snorted.

Spitefully, Danny glared at his father and blew a smoke ring with his ghost sense. He knew it was childish, but Jack had been nothing but rude the entire time. To his surprise, it was his mother who glared at him with… a contempt usually reserved for Phantom... . Jack, for his part, almost seemed apologetic, before the mask was back on and he scowled. Both Jazzy and Danni rolled their eyes at their brother.

Sensing the tension bubbling beneath the surface that threatened to lash out, Jazzy turned to Danielle, and asked, “So. Elle? What’ve you been doing lately? Last I saw on instagram you were in, Madrid, right?”

Danni nodded, “Yep. Met a cute girl or two, which was nice. But Spain isn’t for me; not a fan of their food compared to Italian. Actually I spent the last few weeks of my europe trip in Milan. But I guess I forgot to post it…” she shrugged.

“Ooh, Milan. You have got to tell me all about it,” Jazzy said with a smile before she glanced at the falling snow.

Danny tried to listen, really. But Danni had already told him about her time in Milan (and the girls she met there in some form.) He felt himself zoning out, before his father jostled his shoulder and led him down to the lab. Danny wasn’t sure what he expected, but the lab was still the best kept part of the house bar hi- bar the guest room. His father had to take an automatic chair to carry him down. The radioactive green of the portal still illuminated the basement, but there was now a glass container that Danny could tell was lined with ectoplasm to prevent phasing. Smart. The eldest fenton offered a beer, which the son silently turned down. But soon Jack had sat the two of them down, like when Danny was a kid. Then, Jack had called them their ‘boys talks,’ but now it was clear what this was. Two broken men, trying to fix themselves by fixing the other.

“Now, you were always a bit oblivious on your best day. Which this most certainly isn’t. Suppose that’s my fault a bit. But, in case you hadn’t noticed. Your mother hasn’t said a word all day. Why do you think that is?”

Danny knew immediately, “Throat cancer. Jazzy told me a few weeks ago, when I was in Canada with Vlad… I tried calling, but…”

Jack snorted, whether he believed his son or not being unclear, “Right. Ya know, when you were a tyke, I wanted you t’ meet Vladdie,” a snort, “more than anything in the world. But now? I wish I’d never met ‘im myself. Would’ve saved my family. Would’ve saved him, come to think. Regardless. I want you to tell ‘er. Before she goes. So she knows who you really are.”

The room went cold, as Danny knew exactly what Jack meant, and he tried to force the hurt down in a level tone, before asking, “You knew? For how long?”

“Knew you had powers immediately. Saw you fall through your floor, but you were too comatose from the accident to remember. Didn’t know you were Phantom for a while, but when Vlad won his first term- unanimous votes my ass- I realized somethings about him. Things were cemented when I saw you beat him into transforming back to human. If somethin like that could happen from Vlad’s accident…” he gestured to Danny.

Danny stood, eyes burning with tears and ectoplasm as he snarled, “You knew. You had to know I wasn’t some druggie. And you still let mom send me to rehab? You still wasted weeks of my life. You tore me from my friends. You still sided with Mom in almost every fight. How dare you ask for me to give her my secret now? You don’t care. You just want your guilt off your chest and think I can do that.”

“I’m the reason it was rehab and not the dissection table. Maddie was on to you, you know. By timing alone, and the devices going off. But I lied to my own wife, your mother, for months. I regret what I had to do, but not what I did. I saved my son.”

That gave Danny pause. He wanted to believe it. But years of being alienated from his family made him wary. Part of him screamed that if Jack was being honest with him, he wouldn’t have let Danny risk life and limb with minimal intervention. He wouldn't have shot at him. But the boy that wanted to be a family again ached at the possibility opening up. At being his parents’ son again.

“Fine. I’ll do it. But after this? I don’t want to hear from you again, You’ll see me at the service, but after that, I’m gone.”

As he walked up the stairs, Jack sighed. Tears streamed down from the old man’s face. It was better Danny was angry at him, than the dying woman who’d nearly convinced him to experiment on his own son when they’d realized what happened. Jack didn’t see the incidents with Danny’s powers, it had been Maddie. And Jack had sent his son to rehab while he tried to talk his wife from the edge. He’d saved Danny, and all it cost him?

His son.

#Danny Phantom #dannyverse #danny b fenton #dani phantom #jack fenton #Maddie Fenton

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I feel strange

Original/Fanfiction: Fanfiction

Fandom: Stargate SG-1

Rating: Teen and upwards

Warnings/Triggers: None

Written as part of Fictober 21 hence the prompt in the title I feel strange.

It is however the first chapter in the final part of my series https://archiveofourown.org/series/1631935 Surface Tension.

“So, you need me there?” he asked the image of Sam.

SG-1’s current mission to P5X-U456 was to investigate the possibility of naquadriah mines in the far edges of the MALP’s initial search. When Lt. Colonel Carter dialled back for the scheduled update, it seemed like no big deal, but then she had said magic words which included Ancient, technology, and genes.

“Yes, Sir.” She said with a fond smile, although she couldn’t see his face, she could imagine the look on his face. Something General O’Neill missed greatly was going through the gate and Sam loved giving him the opportunity to come out and do field work.

“Sweet, I’ll be through within the hour.”

“Yeah, Sir.” She said with a trademark smile. “Carter out.”

After the transmission from Carter ended, Jack asked Walter to summon Reynolds to his office. Since he planned on being off-world he needed Albert to handle the base in his absence as they were expecting two teams to leave on other missions that afternoon and another to return by evening.

Jack quietly changed into his standard black off-planet uniform. He reflected to himself that this was his first mission with his former team since his promotion and knew the only reason Sam - Carter, he corrected himself - requested his presence was mainly because there were no other SGC personnel with as strong an Ancient gene as him.

He decided that this would be the last time, for his old team had moved on without him as the three of them now formed a cohesive team. And Sam had moved on personally as Pete now was her life outside of work.

He adjusted his cap in the mirror. It's time, he told himself. He slammed his locker closed and grabbed his P-90 and left his personal change room. ten minutes later, Jack strolled purposefully up the ramp.

“Howdy, kids.” He said as he plopped on the right side of the wormhole. “Oh?” he said in surprise as only Carter was standing there waiting.

“Sorry, sir,” she said with a smile to him as he walked down the steps. “Daniel was really interested in getting to some ruins the MALP found on its initial scan. I sent Teal’c out with him.”

“Leaving you alone?” he asked her.

She shrugged. “I had the Stargate, my ICD, my P-90, plus you coming through the gate within the hour. Quite a few resources on hand.” She reached for her radio. “Teal’c, Daniel, do you read?”

“We read, Sam.” Daneil’s distracted voice was heard over the radio. “We’re at the ruins.” He responded.

“General O’Neill is here, we’re going to head right up to the city, and see if we can get the Ancient technology running.”

“Copy that.” Daniel responded.

“We can meet back at the gate in four hours, keep radio contact every half hour.” Sam ordered.

“Yes, sir!” Daniel said with a little too much sarcasm in his voice that would made Jack grin. Some things never change.

Sam just seemed to smile. “Carter out.”

She pointed him towards a path behind him so he turned, and they started to walk together down the path. “So, what do we make of this place?” he asked her, trying to make conversation.

“So far, Daniel believes it to be much like Earth, rich in resources and we found evidence of multiple cultures seemed to have lived here. There’s evidence of Ancients, something resembling the Vikings, Goa’uld...”

“This within what...”

“Five clicks radius, sir.”

“Wow!”

“It’s pretty amazing.” She agreed. “Daniel is having a field day.” She said to him. “I’ll probably end up recommending several SG teams to come through, investigate further afield.”

“If the planet is as rich in culture and resources as you say, and it appears abandoned...” he trailed with a whistle, thinking of what a great find this planet would be.

“Yes sir,” she said with a grin to him, “I agree.”

He nodded. “Well, it’s a welcome break from the impending doom we’re facing lately.”

Sam smiled and nodded her head. “Yeah.” She said with some hesitation in her voice.

“What’s with the hesitation, Colonel?” he asked her.

“Nothing, it's just with you in charge—” she paused, wondering if she should say finish her thought.

“What? Bad idea having me in charge of the fate of the world?” he asked her.

She stopped in her tracks and decided to answer him honestly. “Actually sir, I was just thinking I’ve never felt safer.”

It was his turn to stop in his tracks as he turned back to look at her, a flash of sadness and pain crossed his face before he fixed his countenance and his mask reappeared. She sighed heavily before she carried on the walk.

They reached the Ancient city within an hour of Jack’s arrival. “According to Daniel, it's a library, but he couldn’t be sure because none of us could get anything to work.” She said as they stood by a door. “The door wouldn’t even open.” She added as if her presence in front of the door was proof enough. Jack walked next to her and waved his hand in front of a panel which opened immediately.

He shrugged as she looked amazed at him. “I just thought ‘open’, and it did.”

She smiled as he walked past her into the structure. “Must be good genes.” She said as she followed him in the building. “Daniel, Teal’c, come in.” She said to the radio.

“Teal’c here, Colonel Carter.” She heard the radio crackle.

“Tell Daniel, he’s right. This is an Ancient city, General O’Neill just opened a door.” Sam said to the radio.

“That is good news.” Teal’c claimed.

“Indeed.” Sam replied back on the radio, ignoring Jack’s reaction to her comment and looked at her in amusement. “I’ll radio in more information as we go, so far this place could be anything.”

“Acknowledged.” Teal’c said in response.

Jack smirked as they continued down a corridor. “You have good rapport with them.” He said with a smile.

“Well, it’s Teal’c and Daniel,” she said humbly. “Working with them for seven years before I took over made taking command easier.” She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Besides, I learned from the best.”

He shrugged at the compliment. “I’ve never heard any complaints from any of the other teams either, I mean when you're in command of several teams because you’re SG1’s leader.”

“Well—” she started but paused when a door opened beside them. “Must have detected you.” She said to him, before they cautiously entered the room.

Sam looked around and seeing it was empty turned her attention to the machines which seemed to be turning themselves on as Jack explored the room.

“Hey Carter?” he called out to her as he stood in front of a panel. “Any idea what this is?” he asked her.

She looked at the panel and read what she could of the data. “It looks like they were doing some kind of experiment with this drug.” She told him, pointing at the molecules as they appeared on the screen. She shook her head. “I’m sorry, sir, my Ancient is a bit rusty, something about ‘memory’.” She shrugged. Jack then touched the panel and part of the panel raised in front of them. Sam immediately held her P90 up pointing towards it, when they both saw a spray panel appear. “We better get out of here.” She told him, just before the nozzle released a gaseous spray towards them.

"I feel strange." Sam said, almost immediately.

She looked over at him to see he was watching her, and then he said, "Thera?"

She took two steps towards him, and immediately landed in his arms. "Jonah?"

Seconds later, they both fell to the ground.

“Whatever happened, let's just be grateful he kept the doors open, or we wouldn’t be able to find them otherwise.” Daniel said to Teal’c as they entered the building.

“We were not far away.” Teal’c admitted as they walked down the corridor towards the still opened door.

They entered silently and their eyes widened at the sight before them.

“Ummm, guys?” Danny asked.

In front of them were Sam and Jack, kissing, making out and petting. Thankfully, they were both fully clothed.

They pulled apart as Sam went pink and Jack held her just a little closer as if to protect her.

“Carlin?” Jack asked, confused.

Daniel and Teal’c exchanged dark glances as Daniel moved forward and looked Jack in the eye. “Jonah?” he asked.

“Tor?” Jack asked, looking at Teal’c.

“This might be a problem.” Daniel whispered to Teal’c.

“Indeed.” Teal’c remarked.

“Would you mind not telling anyone about this?” Jonah asked. “Look, we just… it's not that we’re ashamed or anything. It's just we really don’t want this sharing with other people; we’re really quite private.” Jonah asked Daniel.

“Oh, believe me, privacy is the least of our problems.” Daniel told them. “Come on, we need to get you home.” He told them, picking up their weapons.

Sam looked at them confused. “Home?” she asked them as they stood up.

“Yeah, you’ll see.” Daniel told them. He couldn’t help but notice as they moved through the corridor that Jack wouldn’t let go of Sam’s hand. “Thera?” he asked.

“Yes.” Sam said quietly.

Daniel took a deep breath. “That’s what I was afraid of.” Daniel said to Teal’c as they came outside the building, both Jack and Sam stopped and looked up at the sky in amazement.

“Oh, wow!” Sam remarked, awe clearly in her voice.

“It's blue.” He said with a smile to her, their hands still not leaving each other’s.

“I never thought I’d see the sky.” She said, looking around confused, “How is this possible?” she asked. “Jonah, I don’t think this is our home.”

“No kidding.” He replied in awe.

“No, not our planet.” She reiterated. “Am I right?” she asked Daniel.

“No, no we escaped, remember?” Daniel asked them. “Through the Stargate?” he added.

“Stargate?” Thera asked, shaking her head.

“What is the last thing you remember?” Teal’c asked them.

“We met,” Jonah said pointing between Sam and Daniel, “And you had some crazy theory about our memories.”

“I was dreaming about numbers and letters.” Sam said. “You were dreaming of a pool of shimmering water.” Sam told Daniel.

“And I was dreaming...” he looked at Sam then back at Daniel. “Of other things.”

“Oh my god.” Daniel said, his jaw dropping slightly. At this, Jack looked to Sam and her worried face, and he put his arm around her gently.

“They appear as though under the memory stamp from four years ago.” Teal’c said quietly to Daniel.

“They don’t seem to remember anything in between.” Daniel said.

“I did not know Jonah and Thera had entered into an amorous relationship.” Teal’c said.

“No,” Daniel said. “Apparently they left some stuff out of their reports.” Daniel stated. “We should return to the lab and see if there’s anything which can help.”

“I would not recommend that.” Teal’c remarked “The fact they were both exposed and had the same reaction means the likelihood is that we would be likewise affected.”

“You mean because of the memory stamp?” he asked.

“It seems likely the two are related as their alternative personas have re-emerged.” Teal’c said.

Daniel nodded. “Right.” He agreed and looked over to them. Jack now had both his arms around Sam, holding her tight against his chest, and it was quite obvious that she was happy to stand there. He couldn’t help but notice how peaceful they both seemed. “If another team came through, maybe it would be safer and Jack has already opened the building, even if they were exposed to whatever this is--” he said looking at them again “—at least they wouldn’t risk losing their memory.”

“That’s a working hypothesis.” Teal’c stated. “I believe you are right, Daniel Jackson. We need to get them back through the gate.”

Daniel cleared his throat and approached the two. “Come on, let's get you home.”

Sam had looked at the sky in amazement all the way back to the gate whispering sweetly to Jack still holding his hand, it almost made Daniel sad. He remembered what it was to be Carlin and it wasn’t too different to being Daniel. He had described it as being Daniel without the context, a description which both Sam and Jack had agreed with at the time. This was Sam and Jack without context. They could be themselves. They could hold hands, and he was suddenly devastated that he was taking it from them, again.

He dialled the DHD and the stargate came to life. Sam looked wide eyed at the gate as the vortex came to life.

“That's a wormhole!” She exclaimed.

“Yes.” Daniel agreed. “You know what one is?” he asked her.

“Well, only in theory.” She admitted, walking up to the event horizon and looking at it. “My God!” she exclaimed “Jonah, look at this!” she said to Jack, beckoning him up. He readily complied and as he came to stand next to her, her hand came out and rippled through the fluctuations. She smiled and looked at him “The energy the gate must release to create a stable wormhole must be astronomical!” she exclaimed.

Jonah seemed to be happy just hearing her talk. “Is that the correct term?” he said with a grin.

“Yeah.” She breathed out in a chuckle. “This is amazing, you can see the fluctuations in the event horizon.”

“What is it?” he asked her, trusting her enough to allow his own hand the same freedom.

“Think of it like a gateway to a different place, taking you almost immediately from one place to another.”

“How?” he asked her.

“It’s like a shortcut through space.” She said them both in awe.

“How do you know that?” Daniel asked her.

Sam looked at him with a look that could only be described as vacant. “I-I’m not sure.”

“She’s smart.” Jack defended. “My Thera is smart.” He finished putting his arm around her.

“We have a go.” Daniel said looking up from the ICD and back at Teal’c, “This is going to be fun to explain.” He muttered to Teal’c.

“Indeed.”

#fictober2021 #fictober21 #stargate sg1 #stargate sg-1 #samantha carter sg1 #jack o'neill #jack o neill #samantha carter #sam x jack #Thera #Jonah

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