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allelitewrestlings · 2 years

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#cm punk #jon moxley #wrestlingedit #aewedit #aew #aew dynamite #all elite wrestling #tv: dynamite #dynamite: s04e32 #ours: gifs #maker: s #*#tw: blood #event: quake by the lake #feud: moxley vs punk

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asmoslverboy · 4 months

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To love the devil; Dottore x GN!Reader.

He is who he has always been. Despite the centuries he's had to accept and embrace his darkness, though he claims otherwise, he can't help but try to hide away from you. Neither one of you's a saint, but through his eyes, you're an angel. CW! Angst, immortal × immortal, Dottore is referred to as "Zandik", self sabotage on Dottore's part♡, dottore being emotional (ooc tbh, im self projecting on him)??

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Dottore has many sides to him that he'd rather hide off from you. For someone so egotistical, so full of pride, you'd never expect him to be ashamed of who he is, who he has become. And he's not— shame, embarrassment— those aren't emotions that he's familiar with.

But fear, now that's a whole other conversation. It's not like you don't know what he's done, the things he's guilty of, his list of crimes, and of unethical desires he's tried to fulfill. It's not like you haven't personally seen him drown in sin over the 400 years of knowing him.

"Zandik, did I upset you?" You ask him as you're sitting on top of his desk while he's in his chair, looking up at your figure. He's been quite distant lately, more than usual. You could easily assume that he was having one of his isolative episodes, but he doesn't seem to be avoiding anyone other than you.

"Hm?" That's all you get from him, accompanied by a raise of his right brow, but his focus soon goes back to his notes, going over them, rambling about how he needs his next project to be the embodiment of perfection. Creating an aranara, was it? Some things, it seems, never change. He was so obsessed with the idea of capturing one of those little creatures of nature, back when the two of you were still students.

The next few hours pass by in the same cycle of events. You try talking to him, he shrugs it off and continues digging his head deep into his research files.

Do not expect any more of him for the next days, weeks even. It's like your existence no longer matters to him. All you see is the man that you've been with throughout basically your whole entire lives, acting as if you were a mere accomplice. He has repeated this type of scheme in the past, more than once, but it never lasted as long as it did this time.

Each of your attempts of getting a simple response out of him, one that requires actual words instead of some grunt or hum, has gone to waste.

You're unsure of what to do. Should you be more worried for him or for yourself? Is this the time it all ends between the two of you? Should you really just give up on him at this point?

"Zandik," you called out, but not to him, nor to anyone else. Sitting by a lake, all by yourself, no one to your company, other than the thousand microorganisms that lived and thrived in the waters. "I wish you would just speak to me."

It's not like you lack friends to confide in. But would anyone be as understanding towards him— the one who was labeled a monster, by all who've known him and by himself first and foremost— after you tell them about his present behaviors?

You laid your head on the cold, wet grass. Surrounded by nature, the collective of existence. You could never be alone in this world, not as long as you believe that everything around you is as alive as you are.

But are you truly alive? If, in the past, your definition of the word was to express yourself in every way, to feel and to be felt, would you consider yourself alive at this very moment?

Another day has come— it seems you had fallen asleep on the ground. You awoke, a couple ducks quaking as they poke you with their beaks. They didn't mean to hurt you, though. And if you think about it, your beloved is much like these ducks. He does what he thinks would best help you. Even if it has opposing effects.

"You shouldn't stay," he told you, his tone felt like it could cut through metal. You were back at his office again, figuring you could at least help him out at work, if unable to help his inner world. He was taking off his gloves as he was done inspecting some ancient Khaenri'ahn technology items. "Do you want me to—"

"I've given you every reason to leave. Yet you still cling to me like a bloodthirsty eel." He cut you off. He has never spoken to you like this (not whilst he was sober, nor whilst he was in his right mind). He was calm, but he spoke as if you were an object to be dismissed.

"Do you not love me anymore?" You wanted to ask him so, so desperately. But the potential answers to that question shook you to your very core. So you dared not speak.

Such conflict within you. Shall you leave him be? Shall you listen to his words instead of pursuing him any further? You're painfully aware of his nature; to push you away when he needs your presence most.

But it's been going on for far too long, has it not? If he's not allowing you to help him, then really, what else is there to do, if not fend for yourself?

"You deserve better," he wrote to you, in a letter that'll never reach your sight. "Your love should not be limited to one who can not accept, nor react to it," he wrote again. But who is he trying to fool? He knows that this piece of paper, along with all the other ones he's tried to write, will be crunched up and disposed of.

Not even once, for the sake of the person who's loved him through it all, will he allow himself to be heard.

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year

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How do you do, fellow simps?

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havendance · 1 year

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MAD World

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Fandom: Batman

Featured Characters: Barbara Gordon

Wordcount: 5100

Summary:

When Barbara Gordon ends up temporarily stranded on an alternate earth, she can't help but start to poke at all the secrets that it holds. With Bruce Wayne on the run, Nightwing and Robin out of the game, and the Joker dead, the Gotham she's in is a far cry from her own, and the secrets she finds might end up concealing far more than she ever anticipated.

The third and final of the the fics I have written for the MAD Universe (Also the first one I actually completed funnily enough...) Probably not the last fic I'm going to write for this universe though since I still have a couple ideas rattling around in my head.

This fic was written because Barbara deserves the chance to go to another universe and flex her detective skills.

Excerpt:

That was the last time Barbara ever agreed to do a favor for Tim. Just come over real quick, he’d said. I need a second opinion on this weird piece of technology, he’d said. It’s off, he’d said. Well, judging by the brilliant flash of light that had left her in a distinctly abandoned building, that had not been the case. A visit to the nearest library confirmed what she suspected: whatever Gotham she was in, it wasn’t the one she knew. She was stranded on another earth.

Barbara closed out of the news sites she had open with a sigh. Tim owed her big-time for this. The only reason she wasn’t plotting revenge at the moment was that she was pretty sure that it was temporary. According to the files he’d sent over while requesting her help, everyone who’d been affected by the device’s power had returned on their own within 5-7 days. Barbara could accept a week away from her Gotham. If she was stranded here for any longer than that though? Robin had better start running or groveling pretty quickly.

Until then, there were practical matters to take care of. Barbara pulled up a new window. It was simple to… liberate some funds for her use from someone who neither needed nor deserved them. Whipping up enough of a paper trail that her existence would hold up at a glance went quickly as well. From there, she went about securing some personal technology and a place to say. It wasn’t nearly as good as the setup she had at home, but that couldn’t be helped. Now all that she needed to do was kill time until she made it back. She could think of it as a vacation.

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The thing was: Barbara Gordon never had been very good at taking vacations. She made it all of an afternoon trying to relax before giving up and pulling out her new laptop.

The other thing about Barbara Gordon was that she could never leave anything well enough alone. She had to know. And here was a whole new earth’s worth of secrets to uncover.

Some cursory research revealed that on the whole, the earth she was stranded on was remarkably similar to the one she’d left behind. Most major events and near-apocalypses seemed to happen at around roughly the same times. Sure there were some minor differences in timing (the quake had hit Gotham about a week earlier) and which cities were wiped off the face of the map (Blüdhaven was still standing; Salt Lake City had been annexed into Hell and was now a smoking crater). But on the whole there was no evil Justice League or any alien overlords, so really, Barbara could have far worse places to be stuck in for a week.

The basics taken care of, she began to dig deeper into Gotham: her home turf. Some cursory digging revealed the following information:

Oracle: Active and running the Birds of Prey. Barbara left her alone for now even though it would be oh so tempting to measure her skills against herself. (It would be such an appealing challenge. However, she was aware enough to realize that that was inching towards supervillainy.)

Batman: Active. He appeared to be wanted by the GCPD though for reasons that weren’t obviously clear. She’d bet it probably had to do with him being an ass. Also, for some reason, Bruce Wayne had never been cleared of Vesper Fairchild’s murder. Speculation put his location somewhere in Santa Prisca or some other country without a US extradition treaty.

Clearly, Batman was failing on multiple fronts here. Unsurprising. Barbara moved on to the next name on her list.

Robin: Inactive, as far as she could tell. She couldn’t find any recent sightings of him, either online or in the files she could hack into without alerting this earth’s Oracle. She was able to track Tim Drake’s location down to a boarding school in Virginia, but there were no signs of Robin in that area either.

Nightwing: Unknown, also likely inactive. He’d vanished just as much as Robin had, only more so. She could barely find any record of Richard Grayson from any earlier than a couple years ago.

Batgirl: Active. Rarely seen working with Batman surprisingly, but she was spotted much more with the Birds of Prey.

Huntress: Active. Still working with the Birds of Prey, still a Justice League reserve member. Little change there.

Spoiler: Alive and active surprisingly. It appeared that the city-wide gang war that had engulfed Gotham hadn’t happened on this earth. There was no record of her ever becoming Robin, but she was spotted working with the Birds of Prey on occasion.

Azrael: Still dead, unfortunately.

And then, because Barbara was the sort of person who kept an eye on her enemies as well as her allies, she found the most interesting piece of information of them all:

The Joker: Dead.

Continue reading on AO3!

#barbara gordon #oracle #MAD universe #joker: last laugh #fanfic #my fic #havendance writes #carthago delenda est #dc #bats + birds + affiliated

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nonsenseramble · 9 months

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Little Red Writing Hoods Writing Challenge!

Book Club meeting for the Little Red Writing Hoods server~

Task: Write a story based on a photograph!

For today's meeting we sent a photo to another member for them to write a story on. @joinourbookclub sent me the picture above!

Time brainstorming: 10 minutes

Time writing 30 minutes

I've never written anything like this before and needed an extra like 15 minutes to finish it but here you go!

Ashe steps lightly over the fallen leaves of the forest. Her temper, though well controlled, is still enough to warm the space around her and possibly cause a blaze. She focuses her mind to remember her destination and sashays her way around trees and brush. She knows this path well as she’s traveled it time and time again to visit Juniper. She frets over showing up at an inconvenient time. Usually she’ll send a messenger ahead so Juniper knows to expect her. Other times she whispered her letters into the babbling brook or the cool summer’s breeze to carry her words along. Nevertheless, today’s events left no time for forewarning.

Ashe approaches a lake surrounded by weeping willow trees. She takes a moment to observe how still everything seems to be. The pit in her stomach reminds her to keep moving. Walking parallel to the bank of the shore, Ashe lazily trails her hands through the willows damp tendrils. She hums to herself a well rehearsed tune while doing so waiting for just the right tree to hear her call.

Just ahead, a willow parts her leaves like curtains to reveal Juniper’s alcove. Ashe strides a bit too quickly through the portal and trips over a slightly exposed root. She quickly turns to apologize to the willow before hastily walking to Juniper’s front gate.

Ashe see’s Juniper just on the other side of her fence, tending to her small flower garden. As Ashe approaches, Juniper see’s her out of her periphery and stands to open the gate. Not a moment later Ashe runs through the gate and directly into Juniper’s arms and begins to sob.

Juniper holds Ashe tight against her chest, allowing a few moments to pass to allow Ashe to mellow. Juniper pulls away and looks Ashe in the eyes. She uses a tender hand to wipe away Ashe’s tears.

“What happened?” Juniper whispers.

“Juniper my parents they–,” Ashe coughs as another wave of sobbing tries to overcome her, “We got into an argument. They threatened my throne!”

“What? Why?” Juniper’s voice cracks and the earth beneath them quakes ever so slightly.

Ashe covers her mouth with one hand as if to keep her words inside her, “They want an heir.” Juniper stands rock solid. She starts connecting the dots as to why Ashe came unannounced. Juniper grabs both of Ashe’s hands and pulls them close to her chest.

“If they know you came here, you will be exiled.” Juniper’s voice barely comes as a whisper now. Even inside her alcove, there are ears everywhere. Ashe, still trying to compose herself, lets out a half giggle. What Juniper said wasn’t funny, but just the thought the Juniper thinks Ashe cares about her place in the castle made her laugh.

“If you offer me refuge, they will cast you out as well.” Ashe coos through a smirk. Juniper smiles back and kisses the middle point between Ashe’s hands.

“Indeed,” whispers the wind. Ashe and Juniper look up and see Nubia resting against the fence post. Both girls relax into relief. “Disobeying royalty, at best, is worth a charge of treason. I’m sure you know what the worst case scenario is, Ashe.”

Ashe nods solemnly, training her gaze to the ground. “Where could we go? How could we find a place where we wouldn’t be found?” Ashe swings her gaze between Juniper and Nubia, all three nymphs lost in thought.

Nubia snaps her fingers in triumph. Leaving her place at the fence, she grabs both Juniper and Ashe by the forearms and leads them to the alcove’s exit. Nubia pulls the girls toward the lake and kneels next to the rising tide.

“Coral? Are you there?” Nubia asks her reflection. The moments pass by all to slow without a response. Juniper and Ashe share a concerned look. Nubia reaches her hand just below the surface and assists Coral from the water. Juniper and Ashe breathe a sigh of relief.

Coral takes one look at the three girls and chuckles. “I’m supposing it’s time then?” She asks while putting her hand on her hip.

“We don’t know where we can go. There aren’t many places that have mortals that look like we do,” Nubia explains.

Coral thinks for a moment, her face slowly falling into unsureness. “Would you be willing to appear mortal?”

“You know as well as all of us that we can’t do that,” Juniper snaps.

“Well, that’s not necessarily true,” Ashe says, drawing the attention of the other three girls. “We can forfeit our immortality.” None of the girls respond. Coral nods her head slowly, already understanding the gravity of the situation. Juniper’s face swings between several phases of grief.

“Fine, I’ll do it if Ashe does it,” Nubia declares sternly. “If it means we can all stay together, I’d rather have one life with all of you than an eternity without love.” Ashe moves to grab Nubia’s hand, pulling her in for a kiss on the cheek. Coral stands behind Ashe and Nubia and hugs them around the neck. Juniper gazes longingly back at the entrance to her alcove. She releases a sigh and turns back to their girlfriends. She smiles and joins the group hug.

#little red writing hoods #writing #writeblr

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pokeglitchden · 8 months

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[The Following Offscreen- In character event takes place at 11:00PM

Previous Part found here - Collaboration with @ladyzee-oddityhunter

CW- Gore, Broken Limbs, Blood, Drowning mention, Pokemon abuse

A Noivern and A Pelipper make their way out over Hoenn's wilds. It's late. Late enough that Simon is CERTAIN that nobody should know he is flying alone. Well, mostly alone. He does have Benjie, Lady Zee's belligerent and sometimes rather unfriendly Noivern with him.

But tonight, Benjie isn't hissing or spitting at him. In fact, the pokemon seemed to have come to him for help. It looked stressed, its eyes dull with exhaustion, even as it soars ahead of them. It glances back at him every so often, both to ensure he is still following, and to regard him with an ever growing hint of disdain in its bright yellow eyes.

As they arrive at the lake the Noivern's apprehension seems to grow. They approach from what appears to be a clearing. A small grove with a lake at the center, trees framing its sides, interrupted only by a narrow walking path.

And Zee is there.

She stands by the edge of the lake, looking almost like a wraith that had risen from the water herself. Her jumpsuit was waterlogged, torn and soaking wet, and her bright pink hair, usually carefully curled, was hanging in sopping wet knots around her shoulders.

She acknowledges neither Simon nor her own Noivern as they approach, instead remaining hunched above a small bird like pokemon before her. It takes him an extra moment to realize its another one of HER pokemon. Carmelita, the Oricorio.

The small purple bird looks positively frightened as she stares down at it, not like a trainer greeting her Pokemon. But like a predator assessing its prey.

At last she speaks in a voice that sounds uncharacteristically venomous, echoing with an aching kind of fury.

"Last chance, you little BITCH," she snarls as she takes a heavy step forward "Move it!"

The small bird chirps, and shifts nervously. It seems to be in far worse shape than either Zee OR Benjie, feathers matted in spots, and pulled out in others. It is quivering, but it has not moved out of the way.

It takes Simon a few moments to get his bearings as he lands. He staggers, trying to ignore how much the darkened forest reminds him of...

There isn't time for that. He makes an advance towards Zee, squinting through the dark to try and make out her features in the moonlight.

"Zee?" he calls, "Zee what are you doing out here? Are you alright?"

He realizes first that Zee's eyes have turned a deep, pale grey, and her normally immaculate make up now runs in deep black streaks down her face, along her next. A mist of deep purple swirls around her, seeping from her mouth, her hears, her nose.

Her head whips towards him when she hears him call, and her pale eyes seem to go wide for a moment, before her scowl once again deepens.

"One of you..."

She steps towards him, a jerking awkward movement, as if done on legs barely holding together. Her body twitches and lurches like a marionette with broken joints, head lolling, arms twitching. It's clear at least two of her fingers are broken as she extends a hand towards him. Blood stains her teeth as she grins.

The small Oricorio bristles as she approaches. It pulls back its tiny head, and launches forward, headbutting Zee in the stomach hard enough to to send her staggering to her knees. She coughs up a mouthful of water, her battered body quaking both with pain and rage.

"I'm going… To k-kill you. I-I'm GOING to KILL YOU!"

She staggers to her feet once again, glaring directly at Simon

"ALL OF YOU!!"

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s-partan · 1 year

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𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃, they are happy, even if not bound by blood. in our war god's eyes they trained, played, survived & flourished forevermore; to see them blossom was a father’s most heart warming gift. thus in this play of make belief, kratos watched as his sons ventured deeper & deeper into the wood’s open maw, yet his own pace was slow. no matter how hard he attempted, he could not catch on & such an event brought on encroaching anxiety.

atreus & min-jun were now gone from sight, somewhere out there. they had disappeared into the thickness of the forest, between overgrown shrubs & uncomfortable lack of wildlife. it is when kratos noticed a trail of blood ‘pon the snow that his heart sank, forcing the constraints once holding him to disappear. ❝ atreus! ❞ he bellowed, quickly closing in to the trail. ❝ min-jun! answer me! ❞ he shouted once more, loud enough for it to heard like a war drum. he feared the worst, he did not wish to face it.

suddenly it all changed: he was no longer standing on a forest, he was kneeling down on the edge of a snow covered cliff. in each arm of his they laid, tucked in, & sleeping. a wave of relief washed over him at first, yet fate did not deem it fit to end its cruel joke there. our deity of war’s eyes widened in confusion; atreus, min-jun, their eyes were open, yet their reflective surfaces had grown dull.

strength flees, the heart quickens. hands capable of bringing an entire line of gods down quaked whilst the jaw quivered, his breath had been stolen & the longer he stared, the more he felt himself die. ❝ no. . . ❞ stricken by paralyzing disbelief, kratos gently shaked his head in denial, forgetting the very cold winter’s kiss blowing over midgard. ❝ no . . . ❞ the tremors which overtook his hands grew wilder & wilder, ‘till both his cubs slowly dispersed to join the lake of souls — he. was. broken.

❝ NO! ❞ without hope to cling on, his grasp chased after the glimmering butterflies as their souls flew away. it is in that moment that he realized that he was actually sitting, home, sat affront his newest child. the hand which sought out the souls laid resting on min - jun’s shoulder in defeat. that horrendous dream had shattered his soul if just for a moment, so for now? kratos allowed his son to comfort him, while his fearful gaze lowered to the timbered floor bellow. may the fates never do such a thing, for the vengeance of a wronged father could undo the world itself.

Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @s-talking

#s-talking #Ω 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 | answer #Ω 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 | ic #never take away the only thing he cherishes the most #he is tired #let him feel proud of something

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phoebehalliwell · 2 years

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bestie for pride month… please give the gays what we want: HEADCANONS OF YOUR Prue is given up at birth Piper dies!AU. please, I beg thee 🙏

lmaoooooo. okay. this is for the gays. [post for reference]

patty and sam's affair happens first before she ever meets victor then she gets knocked up grams almost has a hernia it's decided that even tho patty and sam love each other this is too much of a risk, their proximity to one another, and they need to separate in order to stay off the elders radar

patty gives birth to prue and then immediately gives her up at birth, she is taken in by the matthews family

patty later marries victor and has three daughters: piper, phoebe, and paige, but you could say it just wasn't meant to be, because patty and victor do ultimately get divorced

patty still drowns at the lake but in this specific au, she takes the water demon down with her

so there's no demon left in the lake

so when prue finds herself drawn to the lake whenever the matthews family goes camping, she really is at no risk

she'll just lie an the dock and talk, she says to herself, but that's not quite true

but idk it would just sound weird to say she's talking to the lake itself

meanwhile back at the manor piper is definitely very firm and very stern in her role as eldest sister but she's not as rigid as prue

like. bc phoebe and paige are a handful and a half. and piper tells them she tells them don't go out don't fucking do it but of course they do anyways. she doesn't bother to snitch to grams either and she'll still make them a full hangover breakfast the next morning but it always comes with a healthy dose of i told you so

one night paige and phoebe are tearing it up and paige is driving completely shitfaced and she crashes the car and phoebe, who was not buckled, goes flying through the windshield

that was the only time she ever really saw piper lose her shit, she was fucking furious, phoebe was in the hospital and piper came busting into the waiting room already screaming paige's name

but once she saw how broken her sister already was she just sat down and cried with her

that was the event that triggered paige's journey towards sobriety

it definitely also put a damper on phoebe's party spirit but grams's energy after than incident was so suffocating phoebe couldn't take it anymore and moved to new york

paige got her job in social services, piper got her job at quake, prue was working as a photographer, phoebe was a jack of all trades

after grams's death phoebe moved back in and the girls became charmed

their whitelighter in this is actually sam and he becomes something of a father figure to them

then piper bites it

this almost triggers a backslide in paige's sobriety, her & phoebe really lean on each other in this time, it's very heavy, very emotional, very intuitive

so naturally pragmatic prue matthews sticks out like a sore goddamn thumb

but still, there's something about piper's death that feels eerily familiar to her

it reminds her of how her long time boyfriend, a private investigator, andy died

and that scares her

she doesn't really want to go in on this witch stuff

however, the source has clocked her, and in an attempt to kill her, burns her house down or something, killing her parents, but, miraculous, she survived

she shouldn't have

the exits were sealed, they were pounding against the door, desperately trying to escape

there was no way she could have gotten out of the house

(unless she orbed)

so now she has nowhere to go

except for the manor

paige and phoebe really pull themselves together for this bc they were totally content to let themselves wallow their way out of existence over piper's death, but seeing prue

phoebe and paige have lost before. they've lost their mom and they've lost their grandma and they've lost their sister

it stings, but they know what it feels like to have a loved one die and they know they can make it through it

prue does not know that

she does not know how to grieve

she wants to

she doesn't even know

she wants to go to the lake

for piper, phoebe, and paige, how their mom died has always been a mystery

she didn't tell grams where she was going, only that she'd be back for dinner

prue, noting how they're all in mourning and all need the tranquility the lake offers, bring phoebe and paige with her

and they meet patty

#this is just me riffing #but like yeah ❤️#charmed #au #💌#prue x phoebe x paige

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New York is America’s Next Major Quake (Revelation 6)

America’s Next Big QuakeDoug FabrizioThe devastation wrought in Mexico City by a recent massive earthquake may have rattled more than a few nerves along the Wasatch Front. Salt Lake City is, of course, overdue for a significant seismic event. So are other places in the United States, such as Los Angeles, the Pacific Northwest, even New York City. In a new book, science writer Kathryn Miles tours…

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#Andrew the Prophet #andrewtheprophet #columbia #Earthquake #new york #Quake #Sixth Seal #the prophecy #theprophecy #university

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About TTTSNB:

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

5: What part was hardest to write?

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

12: What do you like least about this fic?

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

[The Things That Should Not Be] 4. What's your favorite line of dialogue? "I think I have glaucoma," Steve whispered somewhere in the background. 5. What part was the hardest to write? So far, it's the first two scenes of the entire 12th Chapter. I keep going back and changing them. This chapter is taking me the longest to produce because I want it just right. Before the 12th Chapter, it was the scene in Chapter 11 where a quake hits and Chrissy and Eddie fall, and Chrissy basically falls on top of Eddie, and the part I had trouble with most was the dialogue. I changed Eddie's dialogue about sixty times there until I could find something that sounded most like him to me. Still isn't my favorite. 9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic? Well, it's not finished yet, so maybe I'll come back and answer this more accurately later. Don't know what big events will change as I go! The entire setting of the group staking out the high school was not in the original draft. Originally, they were gonna stake out the woods near Lover's Lake. Then I decided that didn't work/was dumb and changed it to the high school for Future Reasons™. 12. What do you like least about this fic? I don't like that canonically, the characters would be cussing all over the place, and my fic is sfw down to the dialogue. I'm a big stickler for trying to make everything as believable as possible in fics, aligning with the source material, and if it were canonical Stranger Things, these characters would be cursing every other sentence. They just do. But I won't write cuss words (I don't cuss irl, or think in cuss words either), and I'm not about to start that process just for a fic. So I always have them cut off, but give enough of the word that your imagination fills in the blanks so it still sounds like the characters. But MAN, is it IRRITATING sometimes because it really chops off the flow of dialogue. 14. Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

^ That and also the thesis so far is that real love is unconditional and sacrificial, so basically around the same lesson depicted muddily in Chasing the Light, I guess. I love this game! Thank you for the ask and the interest in the fic/my thoughts! So appreciated.

#asked #answered #ask doverstar #fic #fanfic #fanfic ask game #eddissy #hellcheer #stranger things #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #doverstar #tttsnb #the things that should not be #TTTSNB #stupendousfuryangel

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allelitewrestlings · 2 years

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"Soon, there will be only one."

#cm punk #jon moxley #aew #aewedit #all elite wrestling #aew dynamite #tv: dynamite #dynamite: s04e32 #candids #aew world championship #ours: edits #maker: r #*#event: quake by the lake #feud: moxley vs punk

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biggoldbelt · 2 years

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AEW Returns To Minneapolis For "The Quake By The Lake” Live Shows On August 10th

AEW Returns To Minneapolis For “The Quake By The Lake” Live Shows On August 10th

— Tickets on Sale This Friday, June 24, for “AEW: Dynamite” and “AEW: Rampage” at Target Center MINNEAPOLIS (June 20, 2022) – All Elite Wrestling (AEW), the red hot promotion taking the world by storm, will return to the Target Center in Minneapolis with its wildly popular shows, “AEW: Dynamite” and “AEW: Rampage,” for a special THE QUAKE BY THE LAKE event on Wednesday, August 10. This will mark…

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alan-tel · 3 months

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Earthquake and Extreme Cold

What a start for the day. I got up this morning and turned on the local news and learned about a swarm of earthquakes in Central Oklahoma.

Between 9:30 pm and 9:45 pm last night Candy was in the kitchen and she felt a vibration. She didn't think much of it as there was no shaking and no boom or cracking sound.

USA Today reports that we've had 18 quakes. The strongest quakes being 4.4 and 4.1. A neighbor sent me a text asking if I felt anything. I didn't feel anything like he and my wife did. It's probably because of the Multiple Sclerosis (MS) I can't feel the earthquakes. My feet have some numbness and tingling. A scary situation is taking place they're reporting that fracking had no part in the event. Back in 2014 to 2016 they were fracking in the area and it was stopped due to earthquakes. Questions are being asked whether that is why we got earthquakes today. There is no drilling or fracking taking place in the area at this time.

Here's why we are feeling the earthquakes I think is because there is an ancient fault line in eastern Edmond that runs parallel to I-35. It starts near Perry, Oklahoma and runs just south of Lake Acadia that could cause damage to the dam. From south of Acadia the fault line runs southwest to near Will Roger's Airport. That is near my house.

Along with the earthquakes is the extreme cold weather that has come to Central Oklahoma. Thursday afternoon it was 64°. Sixteen hours later Friday morning it was 16° with a wind chill of-3°. This morning it was 15° with a wind chill of 0. At least 2 more cold fronts are due to arrive in the next few days. This aggravates my spasticity.

I'm looking forward to warmer weather.

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#ms #multiple sclerosis #spasticity #earthquake #cold weather #extreme cold

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bending-sickle · 4 months

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fandom new year 6 8 and 16!

6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list? - ...the one i was going to write before the one i'm actually writing, because it was too Long and Complex (i have half a notebook of notes, coded into eight separate Big Arc Events. send help.) and i got scared and somehow thought writing a story set in scotland in the 1700s would be easier. (readers, it is not.)

but this yet-to-be-started fic is part four five of the supernatural you owe me series, and it's going to be *checks notes* sex and feels. and feels and sex. numbers of those involved ranging anywhere from one to three, as will their enthusiasm. basically it's just an excuse for me to see just how messy (figuratively and literally) i can get things. (although i had the though last night that the premise is ridiculous but y'know what? so was the first fic in the series and i can make it work.)

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it? - uh, there's nothing, really? i mean i'm quaking at the knees thinking about the above fic, but mainly because it's going to be...a lot of writing.

as for topics, nah, i've tackled quite a bunch i never thought i would.

16. Do you have that one fanfic that you wrote a ton for, ages ago, but never posted? Will this be the year, come hell or high water, that it WILL get finished and posted? - *shifty eyes* buddy, i have got so many. and i actually do intend on posting them. finishing is another matter, but fuck it, i really just want to post what i have. and i can.

they're all incredibly self-indulgent and OFC-centric because hashtag yolo so like, literally no one else would want to read them, but i like them and i like the prose and themes, so :P

in order of most recent, there's 1) a my country: the new age fic, which has some Fun With Translations and some Fun With Ghosts shenanigans and was written during The First Plague Year, 2) a planet of the apes and underworld crossover, which is basically My Werewolf Boyfriend during the apocalypse, 3) the hobbit rewrite of the Oh Noes I Fell Through To Another World variety, which i wrote for NaNoWriMo one year and finished a whole week early, so like...there's a lot written.

i do have a few others that are dead in the water but it's been twenty years so let's not drain the lake for them anytime soon.

(and i was going to clean up a mad max: fury road RP but uhhhh it's massive, and ditto for a modern au of the hobbit collaborative brainstorm that lasted like...half a year. just going to let those lie for a while.)

Fanfic Asks: Come At Me

#ask box adventures

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bookoformon · 5 months

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Helaman Chapter 12. "The Howlers."

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...the time period of this portion of the Book of Mormon takes place at 6 B.C. one year before Christ is born. The Book of Mormon like the Judeo-Christian Bible is broken into two sections, before and after Year Zero, the Blessed Event. Yet it contends its entire length that we have always known of the Grace of God incarnate, and have chosen wickedness instead.

The numchucks in Salt Lake City think this means "people have always prayed to Jesus Christ" which is hardly the case. The Book of Mormon times itself so we can see, year over year, one era after the next how responsive mankind has been to its inner calling to be sane and ethical and indeed it has always failed. the Appearance of Christ has changed little about us.

Jesus was born in year 5 BC, prior to His arrival people prayed to all kinds of things, hoping to find something, anything that would reply to them and few human beings have ever had the luxury; the real blessing is the ability to know God and trust in Him rather than vomit nonsense prayers at Him all day long. Helaman 12 explains:

CHAPTER 12

Men are unstable and foolish and quick to do evil—The Lord chastens His people—The nothingness of men is compared with the power of God—In the day of judgment, men will gain everlasting life or everlasting damnation. About 6 B.C. =358, ג‎הח, gahh, "nation of howlers."

1 And thus we can behold how false, and also the unsteadiness of the hearts of the children of men; yea, we can see that the Lord in his great infinite goodness doth bless and prosper those who put their trust in him.

2 Yea, and we may see at the very time when he doth prosper his people, yea, in the increase of their fields, their flocks and their herds, and in gold, and in silver, and in all manner of precious things of every kind and art; sparing their lives, and delivering them out of the hands of their enemies; softening the hearts of their enemies that they should not declare wars against them; yea, and in fine, doing all things for the welfare and happiness of his people; yea, then is the time that they do harden their hearts, and do forget the Lord their God, and do trample under their feet the Holy One—yea, and this because of their ease, and their exceedingly great prosperity.

3 And thus we see that except the Lord doth chasten his people with many afflictions, yea, except he doth visit them with death and with terror, and with famine and with all manner of pestilence, they will not remember him.

4 O how foolish, and how vain, and how evil, and devilish, and how quick to do iniquity, and how slow to do good, are the children of men; yea, how quick to hearken unto the words of the evil one, and to set their hearts upon the vain things of the world!

5 Yea, how quick to be lifted up in pride; yea, how quick to boast, and do all manner of that which is iniquity; and how slow are they to remember the Lord their God, and to give ear unto his counsels, yea, how slow to walk in wisdom’s paths!

6 Behold, they do not desire that the Lord their God, who hath created them, should rule and reign over them; notwithstanding his great goodness and his mercy towards them, they do set at naught his counsels, and they will not that he should be their guide.

7 O how great is the nothingness of the children of men; yea, even they are bless than the dust of the earth.

8 For behold, the dust of the earth moveth hither and thither, to the dividing asunder, at the command of our great and everlasting God.

9 Yea, behold at his voice do the hills and the mountains tremble and quake.

10 And by the power of his voice they are broken up, and become smooth, yea, even like unto a valley.

11 Yea, by the power of his voice doth the whole earth shake;

12 Yea, by the power of his voice, do the foundations rock, even to the very center.

13 Yea, and if he say unto the earth—Move—it is moved.

14 Yea, if he say unto the earth—Thou shalt go back, that it lengthen out the day for many hours—it is done;

15 And thus, according to his word the earth goeth back, and it appeareth unto man that the sun standeth still; yea, and behold, this is so; for surely it is the earth that moveth and not the sun.

16 And behold, also, if he say unto the waters of the great deep—Be thou dried up—it is done.

17 Behold, if he say unto this mountain—Be thou raised up, and come over and fall upon that city, that it be buried up—behold it is done.

18 And behold, if a man hide up a treasure in the earth, and the Lord shall say—Let it be accursed, because of the iniquity of him who hath hid it up—behold, it shall be accursed.

19 And if the Lord shall say—Be thou accursed, that no man shall find thee from this time henceforth and forever—behold, no man getteth it henceforth and forever.

20 And behold, if the Lord shall say unto a man—Because of thine iniquities, thou shalt be accursed forever—it shall be done.

21 And if the Lord shall say—Because of thine iniquities thou shalt be cut off from my presence—he will cause that it shall be so.

22 And wo unto him to whom he shall say this, for it shall be unto him that will do iniquity, and he cannot be saved; therefore, for this cause, that men might be saved, hath repentance been declared.

23 Therefore, blessed are they who will repent and hearken unto the voice of the Lord their God; for these are they that shall be saved.

24 And may God grant, in his great fulness, that men might be brought unto repentance and good works, that they might be restored unto grace for grace, according to their works.

25 And I would that all men might be saved. But we read that in the great and last day there are some who shall be cast out, yea, who shall be cast off from the presence of the Lord;

26 Yea, who shall be consigned to a state of endless misery, fulfilling the words which say: They that have done good shall have everlasting life; and they that have done evil shall have everlasting damnation. And thus it is. Amen.

All we need are good works. That is all. Good works acknowledge the Commandments, they make people feel absolutely wonderful, they beautify the land, they minimize the need for repentance.

We don't need strange weirdoes to talk about saving our souls when we commit to good works. If we do, in fact, we don't wind up needing much at all. To abandon this idea, that we are incapable of them, not to even try, however, is to open the door to the wolf. And ours is wide open.

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Events 10.11 (before 1940)

1138 – A massive earthquake strikes Aleppo; it is one of the most destructive earthquakes ever. 1142 – A peace treaty ends the Jin–Song wars. 1311 – The peerage and clergy restrict the authority of English kings with the Ordinances of 1311. 1614 – The New Netherland Company applies to the States General of the Netherlands for exclusive trading rights in what is now the northeastern United States. 1634 – The Burchardi flood kills around 15,000 in North Friesland, Denmark and Germany. 1649 – Cromwell's New Model Army sacks Wexford, killing over 2,000 Irish Confederate troops and 1,500 civilians. 1776 – American Revolution: A fleet of American boats on Lake Champlain is defeated by the Royal Navy, but delays the British advance until 1777. 1797 – The Royal Navy decisively defeats the Batavian Navy at Camperdown during the French Revolutionary Wars. 1811 – The Juliana begins operation as the first steam-powered ferry in New York harbor. 1840 – The Maronite leader Bashir Shihab II surrenders to the Ottoman Empire and later is sent to Malta in exile. 1852 – The University of Sydney, Australia's oldest university, is inaugurated in Sydney. 1862 – American Civil War: Confederate troops conduct a raid on Chambersburg, Pennsylvania. 1865 – Hundreds of black men and women march in Jamaica, starting the Morant Bay rebellion. 1890 – In Washington, D.C., the Daughters of the American Revolution is founded. 1899 – The Second Boer War erupts in South Africa between the British-ruled Cape Colony, and the Boer-ruled Transvaal and Orange Free State. 1906 – San Francisco sparks a diplomatic crisis between the United States and Japan by ordering segregated schools for Japanese students. 1910 – Piloted by Arch Hoxsey, Theodore Roosevelt becomes the first U.S. president to fly in an airplane. 1912 – First Balkan War: The day after the Battle of Sarantaporo, Greek troops liberate the city of Kozani. 1918 – The 7.1 Mw San Fermín earthquake shakes Puerto Rico. The quake and resulting tsunami kill up to 116 people. 1937 – The Duke and Duchess of Windsor tour Nazi Germany for 12 days and meet Adolf Hitler on the 22nd.

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