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ohbabydollie · 3 months

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jschlatt x reader who’s so much more confident through text and so shy irl and when he finally meets u he can’t help but tease u the entire time about how shy u are

😁👍 slightly suggestive

you guys became mutual friends accidentally, being in a random discord server together talking on a call that lead to a friendship people didn’t expect

he had only known you online, never meeting you in person and painting a picture of you

he thought you were bold and not shy remotely

calling him mid-stream

“hey, if jambo and [redacted] still need a mommy i could volunteer, you can call me mommy too if ya want” you say smiling as he shows the stream your facetime

the chat blew up with ‘she’s a baddie’, ‘schlatt, if u don’t fuck her i will’, ‘she can fix me’, ‘she can make me worse’, etc.

texting him flirtatiously which his chat has caught on multiple occasions whenever he shows them his phone

he has his mods do damage control for the hundredth stream in a row

even just posting photos with flirtatious captions he knows is directed towards him

a picture of you in a sheep themed bikini with a caption of ‘he makes my daddy issues act up’

EVERYONE IS FREAKING OUT

so many angry simps bashing schlatt for ‘stealing’ you

everyone is FLABBERGASTED from how straight forward you’re being, how obvious you are and how you’re so much bolder than before

they couldn’t wait until your meet up with schlatt and a few others to make some summertime content

everyone thought fan service would be amped up

it ends with you shyly looking up at schlatt, a soft “hi” leaving your mouth

ted acts like a dad whose trying to get his kid to tell the waitress what they want

“c’mon n/n, schlatt doesn’t bite” ted says pushing you towards him

“i won’t unless you’re into that” schlatt says flashing you a smile as you go red in the face

any second the both of you are alone he’s on you

“was that all over the phone just big talk?” he asks cornering you

“n-no! your height is just intimidating” you say putting your hands on his chest

“intimidating? huh? i bet it is for a shy little thing like you” he says smiling as you feel yourself blushing

it’s humiliating and embarrassing

schlatt would take any chance he gets to fluster you and flirt

if you run off to get drinks, he’s slapping your ass and calling you a good girl

if you make him something to eat he’s making a joke about eating you out

any chance he gets to make you blush he’s taking it

“this is the second best thing im gonna eat tonight” schlatt says biting down on a burger before looking at you, “you’re the first”

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt fluff

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hyperfixiation-station · 29 days

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Phone Calls (to be renamed)

Trying something new with a dialogue-only fic so let me know what you think :)

Summary: you passed out and your daughter finds you, so of course she calls her daddy to let him know. But first she calls 911, cause you trained her to always call them first

It's all from Laylas pov btw

I wrote this instead of slepeing so forgive any errors

"911 what's your emergency?"

"My M-mommy won't wa-wake up!"

"Oh dear. Take a deep breath for me,okay darlin? Can you tell me your address?"

"M-mommy made my memoize it. [redacted]."

"Okay, thank you so much baby, what can you tell me about your mommy? Did she fall, was she taking anything, maybe something that looks like candy or sugar?"

"I no know! She was sleeping when I came home!"

"Okay baby, that's okay. Take a deep breath. Does your mommy have an owiesz or anything wrong with her?"

"She threw up. She threw up and she's bleeding!"

"Okay, good girl, the paramedics are on the way, you just sit tight and they'll be there soon."

"And my daddy? Is he coming too?"

"Oh I'm afraid I don't know your daddy sweetie, but when the paramedics get there they'll be able to help you find him, okay?"

"No I going to call him!"

"Oh no baby please don-"

"Please pick up daddy, please please please."

"Love now is no' a-"

"DADDY!"

"Layla?"

"Daddy, mommy's hurt!"

"She's what?"

"She's hurt! She was on th' ground when the bus dropped me off and Tommy was sitting next to her and daddy please come home!"

"Okay baby, I'm on my way. Take some deep breaths for me okay? I need you to find mommy's other phone and call 911 okay? Can you do that for me sweetheart?"

"I alrea'y did. The lady said she was coming."

"Oh good job sweetheart, 'm very proud. Do you-"

"Daddy they're here! The man wants to talk to you."

"Give him the phone sweetheart."

"Okay! This is my daddy, he wants to talk to you mister firefighterman."

"Okay thank you little one, why don't you go wait with your brother? He's over by my friend in the living room."

"Sissy."

"Oh don't cry Tommy daddy's coming home!"

"Da-da?"

"Yeah. Daddy's coming home and then eve'ythings gonna...gonna be okay."

"You're a very brave little girl, you know that? Whats your name?"

"My names Lay-la."

"Nice to meet you Layla, my names Jonathan, you'll be hanging out with me till your daddy gets here, is that-oh dear you look like you need a hug. Hey, hey its okay, your okay, you've been so, so brave, you did everything you were supposed to. Shhh, it's okay, you're okay."

"Is my-my m-mommy go-gonna be-gonna be okay?"

"I'm sure your mommy will be fine, and she'll give you lots of hugs and tell you how good you did. Now why don't we get in my truck and I'll take you and, uh, Tommy, to the hospital where we'll wait for your dad, yeah?"

Part 2?

#insomnia is a bitch #simon ghost riley #cod fanfic #cod #ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader #cod x reader #insomia #no beta we die like men #angst #call of duty #dad!ghost #sick reader #hurt reader #hurt/comfort

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aledethanlast · 5 months

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Seriously, how are those FBI agents doing in that Baltimore hotel for the David Wesninski AU? They signed up for none of this, yet here they are, dealing with the craziest family drama any of them have ever witnessed. Honestly, their faces when it gets confirmed that Wymack is the identical twin of this serial killer must be priceless

The first thing you need to understand about fbi ops is, you don't just write those up on a whim. Theres investigations and plans and preparations. They were prepared for the Hatfords to push the agreed boundaries and kill against orders. That's why they were contacted in the first place. They were prepared for the cleanup, and the inquiries, and to throw the Hatfords under the bus as an excuse to begin what was sure to be a years-long investigation into Nathan Wesninski's network.

The second thing you need to understand about law enforcement operations is that you're either going shit shit shit shit shit when things are going according to plan and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck when they aren't.

So, on the whole? It was a shitty night. The whole thing got pushed back by like two hours because of an alleged break in, and then by three more hours after a fight with op command on how much can they look over the police's shoulder without tipping their hand. And then it all goes down, and there's corpses everywhere, and it's all gone to shit...

And then Junior is on the front lawn.

Which, first of all, how are you not dead? Rhetorical question, clearly Nathan tried. Second, no seriously, how are you not dead. The fuck you mean it's a secret bitch I will [redacted]-

But it's fine. It's fine. Actually, hold on, this is great. They get to skip years of investigation all it costs is some witness protection. The kid seems like a real shithead but once they get him talking...

And then Towns says "We gotta talk about his team."

Oh right, them. "Once they calm down we'll give them a basic rundown of what's happening and send them home. Considering what they said so far it doesn't sound like they know much."

But Towns shakes his head. "You don't know who they are, do you?" Browning raises a brow. "Palmetto State Foxes?" Nope. "Edgar Allen. The ravens." Nope. "Kevin Day?"

That does sound familiar, but Browning knows he doesn't get the points for that. "Sure, one of the other players, no?" He never cared for exy, personally, and while he gets that people get excited about college sports he's always believed in some healthy iconoclasm. He shakes his head.

Towns grumbles. Then out of nowhere, he says, "Call Suzie."

"What?"

"Call her. Right now. Put her on speaker."

She should be at lunch, so Browning obliges, but he really doesn't see what his teenage daughter has to do with...

Click. Suzie's high, confident voice. "Daddy?"

"Hey Suzie, it's Freddie, your dad's pal from work," Towns says.

"Oh. Um. Hey?" Suzie sounds nervous suddenly. "Is my dad okay?"

They both suddenly realize what this call must look like, especially after Browning hadn't come home last night, and they both rush to reassure her that he's fine. "We've just had a long night," he reassures her. "No, I'm just calling because...hey Freddie, why am I calling?"

It's Towns' turn to raise an eyebrow, as if to say watch this. "Nah, I was just wanted a reminder, what's your husband's name again?"

Silence. A quick, sharp inhale, and in his mind's eye Browning can see his daughter's eyes focus like an eagles. "Well, first of all, it's future husband, because daddy says that the law says I have to be 18 to get married..."

Ohhhhh.

Fuck.

"But his name is Kevin Day. He's the world's best exy player, even after he had an accident last year. A lot of people abandoned him but I'm never gonna because when a mom and a dad love each other very much..."

A thousand dinner conversations run through Browning's head line an electric current as he opens his phone browser and searches the name. The results look nothing like the bruised shell of a man his colleagues have stuck in a hotel room, but they look like every poster on Suzie's wall. A terrible, terrible thought strikes him. "What about his friend. The, um, the short one."

The response is automatic. "Neil is cute too I guess. There aren't as many good posters of him, but Jessica from biology did her binder from shots she printed from youtube. Her dad yelled at her for wasting the ink."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

#david wesninski au #aftg #browning gets back home from work to find his daughter ready to murder him for arresting Jessica's husband #browning: I thought we didn't even like jessica?#suzie: WE DON'T BUT IM GONNA MEET KEVIN AT THEIR ENGAGEMENT PARTY AND HOW DOES THAT WORK IF HE'S IN JAIL

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doberbutts · 3 months

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your great uncle is biill fucking cosby??????? jeez that's rough buddy

Yeah though he hasn't been to a big family get together since I was 10 back before anyone but a few knew about... all that. It's by marriage thru one of my great aunts so I'm not like *related*related to him but still. Used to be a bragging point, now a 😬😬😬 I never really interacted with him because I was a young child far more interested in playing with the other children (one of the few times there were kids my age that actually looked like me) than in sitting at the grown folks table listening to boring grown up talk. I remember the Cosby show was big in my house because my dad would always point and say "hey that's your Uncle Bill" whenever he was on screen, and my parents got tickets to a few of his shows that us kids weren't allowed to attend, but that's really it.

The [redacted] family is huge and I'm directly related to pretty much every black person with my last name in a large section of this country which has also had the additional weird circumstance of me bumping into my first cousins that I didn't even know existed while I've been out on a walk with my dogs. We were a very populous old slave family and sharecroppers after that so we're kind of everywhere. I've literally found a great aunt while at work, she came in and I noticed the last name and asked if she knew specific relatives of mine and one ended up being her sibling 🫣 just by going "hey you're black and your last name is [redacted], I'm black with the same last name and a very large family, what are the chances..."

One of my former roommates has a similar family connection to Mitt Romney. We used to complain about it together back when we still lived with each other.

#my dad has an unknown number of siblings #because granddad loved women but only for a night or two #his dad also had an unknown number of siblings for similar reasons #it's a whole thing #so I keep finding relatives

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writingduhh · 5 months

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Jschlatt || Holiday Festivities (HC)

Im working on a request I’ve received (WHICH I EXTREMELY APPRECIATE) but PLEASE feel free to leave me more!! (more fic or longer prompts plz) or specific HCS!

Or some christmas requests because TIS THE SEASON

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▷ Each year, there's a special gift exchange. It's not your typical one because Schlatt insists on including the cats. So, names are drawn from a hat – both human and feline – making it a fun and slightly unpredictable tradition.

"Alright, Y/N, this one's from {REDACTED}. Schlatt grins, skillfully using the cat's arms to nudge the gift toward your side.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you gently picked up the intricately wrapped box, clearly wrapped by schlatt. Inside was an absolutely gorgeous necklace, adorned with diamonds of your favorite color. It was stunning.

“Oh Jay it’s gorgeous! Thank you so much!” You exclaim, throwing your arms around his neck and pecking his cheek.

“Hey I didn’t get it, it was {REDACTED}! But I’m glad you like it.” He slyly grins, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Ok ok, now it’s jambos turn!” You say, pulling out the gift you had gotten for him.

Schlatt held Jambo upright, using his paws to open the gift. It was a huge toy mouse.

“OH WOW I LOVE IT! THANKS MOM/DAD.” Schlatt yells, using a high pitched voice to personify Jambo before shoving him in your face for a hug.

You couldn’t help but laugh. He was such a weirdo, but he was your weirdo.

▷ Gingerbread House building competition. You both take your gingerbread house competition seriously. No store kits – you bake the cookies, make the frosting, and assemble everything yourselves. It's all about putting in that extra effort and making it uniquely yours.

▷ Christmas Live Stream. Each Christmas season you join schlatt for a festive Christmas stream, usually taking place on Christmas Eve. You spend majority of the time reacting to videos the viewers sent in, answering questions, and enjoying festive activities. The viewed absolutely adore you.

▷ He insists on buying matching ugly Christmas sweaters. The uglier the better. (Probably have an inappropriate joke on them)

▷ While gingerbread houses might not be his thing, sugar cookie making is. The day before Christmas the two of you make some delicious sugar cookies, making sure to save some for Santa (schlatt insists)

▷ He’s like a child on Christmas Eve. Practically jumping with excitement for what awaits the next day. He can’t help but talk about how excited he was for you to see your gifts and open his.

▷ Waking up on Christmas to see SO. MANY. PRESENTS. He had completely decorated below the tree with colorful boxes and bags, all addressed to you. He absolutely loved to spoil you any chance he got.

#chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt hcs #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt imagines #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt x you #schlatt hcs #schlatt x you #schlatt imagine #schlatt x reader #schlatt #ted nivison #ted nivison x reader

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not-sure-what-im-feeling · 2 months

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Sanders Sides as things I’ve said/heard Part Three

part one

part two

As always, use these as inspo for anything, as long as you give credit. Speaking of credit, credit to my friends and students at [REDACTED FOR PRIVACY]. Y’all contribute a lot to this cause.

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Janus: I didn’t lie, I just… willingly spread misinformation.

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Virgil: Remus is a dirty thief!

Remus: Hey! I may be a thief but I am not dirty. I’m also a murderer, but we ignore that!

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Logan: Remus, that is not “fucking around”, that is property damage.

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Janus: Pure capitalism… just the way god intended.

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[About Logan]

Janus: He’s just so hot when he’s covered in the blood of his enemies.

Remus: I KNOW!

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Roman, trying to write: Ugh, what’s it called when someone shuffles from side to side?

Patton: …The cha-cha slide?

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Virgil: Stop being queer, god.

Roman: *blows kiss*

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Logan: You’re hypocrisy is astute.

Roman: EXCUSE YOU, I BELIEVE IN DEMOCRACY.

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Janus: My name… is Janus.

Virgil: Okay?

Janus: Aren’t you going to make some remark and say “Janice? What are you, a middle school librarian”?

Virgil: Nah, you sound more like a stay at home mom.

Janus: Okay that is worse.

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Logan, counting money: Four dollars…

Patton: Perry the four dollars?!

Logan: What.

Patton: I was making a Perry the platypus joke!

Logan: Okay,.. Five dollars.

Patton: Perry the five dollars?!

Logan: Stop! Six dollars…

Patton: PERRY THE SIX DOLLARS?!?!

Logan: STOP IT!

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Virgil: Dad?

Patton: Yeah?

Virgil: If you were a skeleton, would you play your ribs like a xylophone?

Patton: Obviously!

[This one was a canon interaction between me and my mum)

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[On Patton. Unfortunately this was what the original quote was about.]

Logan: His toes are poking out.

Remus: His dogs are BARKIN!

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Roman: I’m alone :(

Virgil, creepily: You’re never alone…

Roman: WHAT?!

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Logan is enjoying a cup of coffee.

Virgil: AUTISM JUICE

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Logan: Oh, my coffee’s really hot right now.

Virgil: Just like you! Ayyy

Logan:

Virgil:

Logan: what?

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Patton: Logan! Logan! Can I eat raw cookie dough?

Logan: Well, you can, but you run the risk of E. coli and salmonella—

Patton, running to enjoy the forbidden snack: I DON’T CARE ABOUT E. COLI!

Logan: What do you MEAN you don’t care about E. coli?!?!

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Remus: Well piss my pants and fuck me backwards!

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Janus, giving business advice (trust me it’s real): There’s two things you need to know about bananas.

1. There’s money in a banana stand.

2. There’s money in a banana ripening warehouse.

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Roman: These boots are made for walking, not running!

Virgil: I’m made for walking, not running!

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Logan: Alright, twelve nuggets.

Roman: *gasp* A baker’s dozen!

Logan: …You’re pretty.

Virgil: Roman is pretty!

Logan: I was calling him dumb.

Roman: Yeah I got that :(

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Logan: Hm. I just killed two flies having sex.

Remus: *laughing* Imagine— imagine if- if god did that *laughing* to two humans *laughing fit that causes coughing*

Logan: Is this too much for you?

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Roman: Backflip.

Janus: Evil roman be like. Front flip.

Roman: What?

Remus: FRONT FLIP!

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Remus: You’re allowed to be any size, but if you’re tiny, you’re allowed to be discriminated against.

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And that’s all for today! I have at least 12 more quote books worth of content, though, so let me know if you want more!

#sanders sides #incorrect quotes #incorrect sanders sides #sanders sides incorrect quotes #logan sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #ts logan #ts janus #ts remus #ts roman #ts virgil #ts patton

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that-squishy-robot · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking to much about a modern AU where Grogu is 15 instead of a baby. Luke is a cop and Din is (REDACTED)(literally no one knows what he does. ) or maybe he’s a fire fighter.

Grogu gets arrested because he took Din’s motor cycle out for a test drive and slightly wrecks it. (It’s actually his, but he can’t have until he’s 18).

Luke picks him up and is waiting for him at the police station. He’s there like wow, this kid is literally me when I was his age. But Luke was that way because his father is the police chief, and he was always striving to keep up with him. So hey, maybe Grogu needs someone another parental figure in his life, and Luke tries to bond with him in hopes it keeps the kid out of trouble.

But Grogu is just “What? No. My dad is great. I fucking love my dad.” And “My dad is going to come pick me up, and he’s going to be so disappointed in me. He’ll tell me he’s happy I’m ok, and that he’s disappointed in me. Then he’s going to give me the look, and I’m going to cry…. Then he’s going to call uncle Boba and he’ll be disappointed to.”

When Din gets their to pick him up after breaking several traffic laws in a panic, he looks terrifying. Luke is concerned for Grogu’s safety because this guy looks like he could be in the Mafia. He’s not… probably anyway. But he bee lines straight for Grogu and hugs him. He was so worried he wasn’t even speaking English for at least 3 minutes.

Luke falls head over heels in a second.

#fanfic #dinluke #skydalorian #din x luke #teenage Grogu could be such a fun concept #he dyes his hair green and has ears that stick out.#his ears are covered with peircings because he’s insecure about them #Din’s got aviator sun glasses he wears 24/7. Maybe he’s hiding his identy. No. His eyes are sensitive to light #Din knows like 7 languages and taught Grogu all of them #Luke offering to teach Grogu how to actually drive a motorcycle #Boba as a chaotic uncle who used to break Grogu out of daycare as a baby #Grogu being slightly terrifying as martial arts.#he’s small Din had to make sure he could defend himself #Din looking terrifying but litterally being being the dad that adopts all his sons friends

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the-lumpfish-king · 10 months

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HEY! It’s me, Lump!

Thought I’d make one of these pined post things to introduce myself.

My name is [REDACTED], but you can call me Lump.

I’m a 23 year old ginger, use any pronouns with a slight lean towards they/it, and am an aroace pansexual.

I have a degree in Physics with plans to go into a PhD program for research Astronomy. My area of focus is galaxy structure, formation, and evolution. I’m currently working on my first research papers, adapting my undergraduate thesis work into proper astronomy journal form. I love doing physics and take requests for calculations, stupid or serious (check “#lump’s calculations” for those I’ve done so far, these are my best posts by far).

I try to keep fully nsfw stuff off this blog, but mild nsfw is to be expected

Outside of research, work, and classes I can usually be found gaming, playing MTG, or putting way too much effort into my shitposts while watching something on my second monitor.

If you take one thing away from reading this it’s GO PLAY OUTER WILDS RIGHT NOW. Do not look up anything about it, just play the game and then get your friends to play it. Then we can all talk about it. Please, I need to talk about this masterpiece with more people.

Now that you’ve learned about me I have gained access to your walls. Don’t worry, all I do is nibble a bit of drywall from time to time.

Fun Facts below

My personal motto is: “We do not matter in the grand scheme of the universe, so why not have fun with life.”

My plushies names: -Tofrug: Lord Squishers -Manatee: Weapon of Lettuce Destruction -Reimu Fumo: Air Fried Bastard -Hydreigon: Hans -Vaporeon: Dihydrogen Monoxide Puppy -Meowscarada: Greenfield -Reshiram: Nuclear Mommy -Gardevior: Horizon - Blåhaj: Jimbei

I love nature, and evergreen forests in particular. I enjoy hiking and mushroom and berry picking. My most proud find is this massive cluster of morels I came across a couple years back.

Here’s an overabundance of my personal top 3′s, not necessarily the three I think are best (except Outer Wilds, that’s best thing humanity has produced). Games: Outer Wilds, FFXIV, Ori and the Will of the Wisps Manga: One Piece, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Berserk Books: Red Rising, Percy Jackson, A Song of Ice and Fire Movies: Monty Python and the Holy Grail, The Secret of Kells, How to Train Your Dragon Shows: Mob Psycho 100, Good Omens, Ya Boy Kongming! Characters: Mr Torgue Highfive Flexington, Kronk, Nico Robin Mountains: Mt. Hood, Sierra de la Laguna, Mauna Kea Flying Critters: Giant Golden-Crowned Flying Fox, Pelican, Toucan Landbound Creatures: Red Panda, Jumping Spider, Goliath Frog Marine Animals: Sea Lion, Lumpfish, Giant Pacific Octopus Pokemon: Gardevoir, Hisuian Goodra, Zekrom Soundtracks: FFXIV, Made in Abyss, Wildfrost Albums: Starship Velociraptor, The Cures What Ails Ya, Westwinds (The Real McKenzies) Foods: Cottage Pie, Khao Soi, my dad’s Chile Verde Fruit: Mexican Pitaya, Atemoya, Mango, Huckleberry Galaxy Clusters: Abell 0209, Abell 1689, macs0416

Here’s a couple of neat galaxy pictures I took using my university’s telescope:

Completely unedited pic of me

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cljordan-imperium · 5 months

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I'm happily scrolling Pinterest during a break in cleaning/laundry/sorting early Black Friday orders that have got delivered yesterday & Today. Now because I have boards for all my Wips, and therefore all my OCs, I often get suggestions of actors/actresses/models that are connected to existing. No biggie...until today.

Scrolling...saving...scrolling...saving...scrolling...

"Oh hey! We need to talk. You need to fit me in."

ME - Who the fuck are you?!

"Maahes." Gives me *duh look*.

ME - Where did you come from?! I didn't plan you?! What even WIP are you for??

Tarek (Yara’s yet to be discovered brother)- Oops, meant to tell you about that. Uncle Maahes is going to join in.

ME - I'm sorry, WHAT?! I'm writing like an 8-year-old right now. This is NOT what we all discussed yesterday, and your dad doesn't even have a face yet!!

[Name Redacted] - Yeah I do

ME - SINCE WHEN?!?! WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?! *figures it out while weeping*

Tarek & Maahes look concerned

Astaroth - Is this a bad time, Goddess?

Me - For what? *still weeping*

Astaroth - Remember how you found that name you liked? Here's Kagan, I'm getting a best friend...

Me - *scream sobs*

All characters have gone into hiding...

Both cats are looking concerned. Clawdette is licking my foot. She may be tasting me in case I've lost my marbles and they have to nibble me to remind me to feed them...

@blind-the-winds @saltysupercomputer @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior @toribookworm22 @aziz-reads @outpost51 @dreaminggoblin @thebejeweledwatercat @late-to-the-fandom - SEND HELP....

#from the author goddess

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stmichaelthearchangel · 3 months

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He laughed, his sister blowing a paper spitball his way. “Hey! I don’t deserve this,” he swatted the air as another blew his way. “Okay, okay, I surrender.”

“No survivors,” she laughed back, tearing another piece of her homework notebook.

He dropped under the kitchen counter, “Truce! Truce!” He grinned, peeking up before hiding again. The click and creak of the front door from the foyer had him pause. He pulled himself up by marble. “That’s probably mom and dad,” he batted a ball away, “Hey!” he grinned, then ducked away, jokingly running to the front door, and—

He could smell the cigarette smoke on its clothes from across the room. Numbing, a lump forming in his throat, blood draining from his fingertips. Where had he put his sunglasses? What was it doing here? How was it here? It didn’t b—

His sister ran into the room behind him, slapping his shoulder as she stumbled into his back, then she too paused. “...Who’s this?”

Her voice echoed in the back of his head, and he commanded before it could open its mouth, “You don’t belong here. Leave.”

It frowned.

“No. Leave.” He took a step forward as his sister took a step back. “Now.” The feeling bloomed from his chest and mind, with his entire being, of certainty. “Go the fuck away. Anywhere. Leave.” It gave ground, and he knew its gaze was on him. Again, a rush of adrenaline. It had never listened to him before, but it was going to listen this time. His demand was absolute: “Michael, leave and never come to this place again.”

It took another step back, boot dragging against the floor, its jaw tensing. Its other boot, nearly digging up the carpet like an unruly dog, also slid back, hand reaching behind it for the doorknob.

Good. “You don’t get to be here.”

“I’m sorry," it responded quietly, as if it thought it would make this any better. "Scott—"

“You don’t get to be sorry, and I don’t forgive you. I will never forgive you for this, even if you don’t fucking understand why,” he bit back.

It turned the knob achingly slow.

“Fuck off already!” The dam of restraint left; the feeling in his chest slipping past the ball in his throat. “Go to hell!” The door opened, and it backed through it, giving him one last stare before leaving his heart pounding.

A heavy silence filled the air where it had been. “Marcel...” his sister whispered. “Who was that?”

He sucked in a breath, relief sweeping over him, then let it all out, retreating until his back touched solid wall. "That was work.” Another deep breath and he pushed himself off, floating to the front door and checked out the peep hole. It was gone. Something about its intrusion beamed each act of heavenly terror into his consciousness, not that it had ever escaped him what a monster Michael was; but, it didn’t belong here. The two were incongruous. He rested his forehead against the door.

“What do you mean, work?”

“I’m sorry. That wasn't okay.”

“What was he doing then? Did you need—”

“No, no. He shouldn’t have been here.” He turned, looking back at her, hand reaching for the lock behind him, making sure it was stuck tight... not that he thought it was going to come back. “You can keep a secret, right? A highly classified secret?”

She folded her arms, shifting on her feet. “Is it... a secret I should know?”

“Now that you’ve seen it, yes.” He pressed his palm against his forehead, fighting a building headache, ears ringing. “No one is supposed to know.”

“Okay."

“I — [ redacted ] — for the bureau.” Her head lifted attentively, maybe a little in shock, eyebrows pressing together. “That was an angel I’m tasked to send back to heaven or — [ redacted ] — . Until then, I’m to try and placate him as his case manager. That was the Archangel Michael.”

He watched her expression, trying to piece together what she was thinking. But his shoulders dropped, letting out something like a half a laugh as she raised her straw. He let the spitball hit his T-shirt. “Why, Marcel?” She sighed. “I don't think I've ever seen you like that before.”

“I don’t know,” he closed his eyes.

She whispered, voice shaking slightly and softly, “You dumbass.”

He shook his head, “You don’t know the half of it.”

#angels who hate god #my art #my writing

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that-one-random-writer · 1 year

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Chasing you Chapter 6 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, accurate on most accounts of law enforcement, it might get gory at times. Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement. Smut eventually. A/N may have my true experience attached if you're interested. All real names redacted.

Chapter 1. Next Chapter. Masterlist

Jake sat on the couch of the back patio, grabbing a toothpick from the pack on the table.

You sat in the chair across from him. "Why did you let me stay over?"

Jake sat back, situating his body. The air was still warm enough that his skin didn't feel too chilled in the growing darkness of the night. "I asked my mom about you when I got back home." He paused, looking at the back pasture that had his horses galloping around. "Our parents have been friends for a while. She said I could trust your family, so I figured that would extend to you."

You looked back at the horses playing. "Yeah, Nessie started his visits a few years after high school when I moved out. Mama got pretty close with Mrs. Ophelia for a while. Recently, she's been a little distant, though. Mama was worried she did something wrong."

Seresin looked down to his hands. He rubbed his palms together. "No, your mom didn't do anything. Mom has been going through a hard time. She hasn't even been talking to me or my sisters."

"Bless her heart. I am not going to ask for details. Im assuming your dads mess has something to do with it. Is she okay? Can I do anything?" You asked kindly.

"She will be. She's a tough woman. There's nothing I can think of." Seresin looked back out to the pasture.

"I'm gonna get her a gift basket together from the family." You pulled out your phone and wrote it on your to-dos. "You know ophelia talked about you a lot with my mom. I never got your name, though. Small world that we work together now."

"What all did she say?" His chest raised up with pride. Knowing ophelia, it would be all good accomplishments acknowledged.

"She said you were top of your class at the naval aviation academy, and you were awarded for your heroism against the enemy, and you had an award for Afghanistan combat." You smiled remembering how proud ophelia was telling your mom over a sweet tea front porch meet up the morning before a family dinner a few months back.

"Stop..." Seresin's signature smirk grew into his cheeks. He leaned his arm back behind his head. His toned body on full display. "Well, you know I did a few things." He failed miserably at being humble.

A laugh chimed from your lips. "Yeah, I bet you did."

The sun had gone down, and the stars peeked out with only the full moon casting dim light. Colder air blowing in.

Your phone rang. "Hey honey."

James was on the other end. "Hey, where are you? I haven't seen you all day." You cringed remember the guilt that was sitting in your chest earlier. Conversation was so easy with Seresin that it made you forget the world around you.

"Sorry, honey. I went to a friend's house to sleep, so I wouldn't bother you playing your game." You hated keeping details. It was the worst, but this called for it. The fight was not going to be here over the phone. The guilt set in further as you looked back at Jake, flipping the toothpick in his mouth so nonchalant and hot... no handsome... no, like a nice-looking friend. Your brain did flips, trying to rail itself back on track. "I'll be home soon. I love you, bye. "

James screamed at his TV again. As he clicked the end call. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to face what was your reality at home. No more screaming at the TV and certainly no screaming at you. Fear seeping in realizing what you had done in your desperation to sleep.

"I'll take you back. Just let me ask, why are you with this guy? Dont give me the practicality crap." Jake heard the yelling, and seeing the reaction on your face was not pleasant.

"H-He stayed with me through cancer. He was at every treatment. He helped me live when I was really sick." You just threw it out there. You couldn't hold it in. The pain of hearing Jame's voice with his selfishness of the gaming while you slept pushed you into an emotional war. You wanted things to be good with him. They just weren't. You could see it. You knew everyone could see it. "He was such a good man. I don't know what happened. If he can stay with me through cancer, then I can stay through this rough patch. He will get better. I just have to give him time."

Seresin leaned up. He grabbed the toothpick from his mouth and flicked it into the grass. "Fair enough. I hope he figures it out soon for your sake."

The truck pulled up next to your car. "Thank you. Really, I mean it."

"You're welcome. You can stay anytime and as long you'd like. I really mean that." You opened the door with a nod of acknowledgment.

Your mind fought your body to hug him. You pressed on, walking to your car where you were safe from urges. His truck left.

You sat thinking for a moment. "He's just a good friend." You willingly convinced yourself. You stopped in the restaurant and grabbed dinner.

You got home sitting on the couch and set up dinner. "Hey honey. You go back to Kennedys house?" He knew Kennedy, and he knew that there was nothing to worry about.

"No, I was at a family friend's house. He is on shift with me and Ken now." You spoke. You never lied no matter how much shit you would get.

"He? Which family friend?" James didn't hide anger and assumptions well.

"Jake seresin, ophelia's son." You answered.

"The military guy came home?" He questioned.

"Yeah. He is Ken's new trainee." You prayed using Ken's name to vouch would lighten the blow.

"Why didn't you stay at Ken's?" He began interrogating.

"Kennedy wasn't going to be home, and his mom was there with her friend at the pool." You defended.

"Then why didn't you just stay here?" His voice began to raise.

"Because James," you matched his volume. Throwing the stupid salad on the ground. Venom spewed off him name. "You wouldn't turn the TV down, I had to roll Greg's dead body over on the pavement my knees were covered with parts of his brain, not that you fucking cared to ask, and then I come home finally get to sleep and you're screaming about headshots to the damn TV."

"I wasn't home to ask. How was I supposed to know that? Then you just come home from whoring around with this Jake guy and I'm just supposed to be cool with it because I was playing a game to relax from my hard night. I had four people call in sick. I had to run four extra positions... Not that you fucking cared to ask either." James screamed.

"I wasn't whoring around. I went there slept, ate and came home. I can't fucking believe you'd think I would do that to you."

"Is he gay?" James asked abruptly.

Your teeth clamped together. "What?" Your knuckles turned white against your sides.

"You heard me! Does he like a dick in his ass? Does he bat for Kennedy's team?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask." You held your arms out.

"Then I don't want you over there." James fumed. "When you're painting each others toe nails, talking about your door ringer celebrity men, doing whatever shit you do with ken. Then you can go, but until that happens, it's not okay."

"You're fucking ridiculous, and rude." You yelled and walked out. You grabbed your phone calling Ken. Tears spilled. "Ken, I need drinks are you busy."

Kennedy's deep voice came through the speaker. "Marilyn... I'm at home you can come over. What's wrong?"

You got in the car and drove the few miles to his house. "I fucked up."

"You didn't..." He trailed. "Did you sleep with Seresin?"

Your scoff was very dramatic. "No. I just went over there and slept. James is accusing me of it though, he basically made a fucking rule I cant go over there."

"Rules were meant to broken Mar. You know I can ask if we can go over to Seresin's I'm sure he would have us over for drinks."

"No, he's right. I don't need to go over there. He's a single man, and I am a taken woman. I need to respect him. I am pissed he put a rule down, but I understand why." You sighed.

"Suit yourself. I mean I think he's a great guy. He doesn't seem like the type to break that boundary. Not from how he was talking the last few shifts."

"Did he say anything about me with james?" You parked your car ending the call walking up to the door opening it.

"Come in..." Kennedy laughed at his sarcasm. "He said some things, but I'm not a snitch."

"Damn it, ken! Why did you let me go over there?" You held your arms up.

"No, I only suggested it because I couldn't have you over, you needed sleep, and I trusted that he wouldn't do anything. He didn't say anything intimate or misogynistically gross. Just that it was a shame you were in a relationship."

You groaned throwing a pillow at him sitting down on the couch. "Liam Kennedy!"

"Okay chill. I got it, Seresin is now on my shit list." Kennedy chuckled.

"Not funny." You threw another pillow. Throwing your hands in your face to cover the embarrassment.

"So now what, your man's all jealous of Seresin?" He sat up on the couch.

"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe now he will try harder." You looked over at him through your fingers.

"Don't go playing with fire, Marilyn. You know that's what got you killed with our scandal." He joked about the conspiracy of Marilyn Monroe's murder by the government after the Kennedy affair.

"I'm not going to play with fire. I'm just playing the card you so graciously handed me." You rolled your eyes.

Kennedy sighed. "He is really hot, though. Those uniform pants..." He trailed, widening his eyes at the thought of Seresin's tight ass. Literal and figurative.

"Kennedy I'm not doing this..." you trailed.

"It was fine when it was that guy on A shift." He defended.

"He didn't cause an argument at home." You tensed.

"I'm just saying the man is ripped. I can tell from his arms. The sleeves look like they are holding on by a thread." He kept prodding for information.

"Oh he is." Your mouth was faster then your brain.

"I fucking knew it, you sly bitch. What happened, tell me everything..." He bit his lip sitting back knowing he had you cornered.

A/N: No one knows about Kennedy like that except your boyfriend and family. This is for the story's sake only, nothing further involving the job.

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cashandprizes · 7 months

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Redacted-Tober Day 14: Milo and "Night"

Hello. It's me. I wanted to have more written for this but actually everything is crazy right now. Anyway it's Milo day and my birthday so let's get into this little... script-ish idk what this is.

So... I was thinking what if Milo had a date not long after starting to date Sweetheart and was like "shit. How do I talk about the mates thing? How do you tell someone you want to be serious?" and I had the genius thought of him calling his mom (aka @frenchiefitzhere The Real Marie Greer, will The Real Marie Greer please stand up) and generally just asking how she knew about Colm.

And then FRENCHIE BASICALLY SPOKE IT FOR ME???

SO ACTUALLY ALL CREDIT TO FRENCHIE

[Milo looking at his phone, his reflection in the mirror, and back at his phone as if tortured]

“Ugh. Yeah, time to phone a friend.”

Marie: hello?

Milo: hey ma, you got a minute

Marie: yeah I just - what are you doing calling me this late-

Milo: ma, I’m on a time crunch, I just need-

Marie: alright, alright, gimme [yawn] one second

[impatient Milo noises]

Marie: y’know kid they just don’t make bodies like they used to

Milo: ma-

Marie: I gotta stretch first

Milo: Ma, it’s just a phone call you don’t need to -

Marie: yeah I know it’s just a phone call and I gotta stretch

Milo: ugh.

Marie: ok, ok, what’s going on that you needed to call me this late?

Milo: ma it’s 9pm - whatever, look I just think tonight I’m gonna tell them about you know, mates and that and like they already probably have some idea - I mean cmon they’re empowered they have to know some stuff and so they probably know but like I want to talk to them about you know what that means and-

Marie: Milo - Milo slow down, slow

Milo: I just I don’t know how to bring it up

Marie: So this one’s special huh?

Milo: Ma, focus

Marie: None of my business, ok, alright. So you’ve been on dates before, what’re you calling for?

Milo: I guess… you know, what did… How did you know… with dad.

Marie: your father, well you know how we met, you’ve heard it a million times. I mean it’s nothing to write home about, it wasn’t that impressive. But you know what stood out is that he stood up for me. Lots of times.

Milo: He stood up for you?

Marie: I know I don’t need anyone to stand up for me - that’s kinda the point, you know, that he did it anyway. I don’t know if you know this about me, but your ma’s kind of a tough broad. But sometimes when you’re tough people forget you got a softer side and you could use caring for to - but not your father. From that first day we started going out you know - he knew I could handle myself and got between me and some idiot and almost got beat up for it anyway. And - how did you meet this person, huh?

Milo: Ma, that’s not what I’m here to talk about

Marie: You’re not gonna tell me? How long do you think that’s gonna last? Enjoy your little secret while you can, cause I’m gonna figure you out. You know I’ve sniffed out every little secret of yours since you could talk.

Milo: Ma, can you please focus.

Marie: Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna figure you out. I got your number Milo Greer. Anyway, after that… Well I can’t tell you everything that happened or else you’re gonna lose your lunch-

Milo: oh my god, gross, GROSS

Marie: Oh grow up Milo, you asked. Anyway, your father had the classic moves, you know, took me to dinner, a walk in the park. Nothing fancy but it was classic - and that’s what you’re gonna do. You got this Milo, you don’t gotta worry about all this. I mean, you like this person right?

Milo: Yeah… yeah I do.

Marie: So you’ll be fine, you’ll be a little nervous and a little off your game but you’ll land on your feet. You can’t do everything perfect, you gotta let it happen. And if they like you, they’ll like that it’s imperfect.

Milo: Are you sure?

Marie: Oh Milo, did I pop your bubble? Did you think you were perfect?

Milo: Ma-

Marie: I mean I think you’re perfect but that’s because I’m your mother-

Milo: Ma-

Marie: I don’t think everybody else is gonna think that-

Milo: Shoot, ma I think I gotta go. Sorry to cut you off

Marie: it’s alright - look, call me if you’re getting yourself up in your head again but you got this. You’ve done this a million times, but maybe this one’s a little bit different. This might go somewhere, huh?

Milo: Oh my god, bye Ma

Marie: What? Okay, alright-

Milo: love you Ma

Marie: love you too, be safe, bye

#speed run #redacted audio #redactedasmr #redacted asmr #redacted #redactedverse #redacted-tober 2023 #hey lexi. did i tag this right? plz confirm #EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR FRENCHIE PLEASE ONE OF MY PARTNERS IN GATING BALDURS #writing tag

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