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almost-a-class-act · 1 year

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Fluffy Seasonal Prompts - December 6th

Characters A and B try to buy each other something at a Christmas market without the other person knowing.

Fandom: Band of Brothers (HBO) Pairing: Babe/Julian Author's Note: Undertaking both a fix-it and a fluff prompt all at once, what can't she do! I will be compiling my holiday fills and posting them together on AO3 after Christmas, where you can find me under roaroftheninth.

“What – hey!”

Babe raises his hand to deflect the second peanut flung at his head, which still manages to penetrate his defenses and bounce off of his ear. He turns to find Julian with a third peanut already in the barrel, and Babe reaches out, intending to grab his wrist. Julian is too fast for him, pulling it out of his reach and throwing the peanut anyway. It bounces off of Babe’s forehead.

Babe makes his first smart decision of the interaction, and snakes out his hand to snatch the bag of peanuts away. Julian belatedly tries to grab them back, but Babe raises them up triumphantly, turning his body so that Julian can’t get past him.

“You’re a thief! Give – ” He makes a jump for the bag, as Babe backs away. “ – me back my peanuts!” Julian’s voice threads in and out the way it has since Bastogne, which mutes his fake outrage a little. He was barely audible when Babe first got back from overseas, sounding like a bad throat infection, but in the months since, his voice has been getting a little stronger all the time.

Babe claims at least partial responsibility for that; Julian spends a lot of time working out his vocal chords by giving Babe an unprecedented amount of shit.

“Are you going to throw them at me?” Babe demands, continuing to turn, keeping himself angled away from Julian’s energetic attempts to rescue his peanuts.

Julian flicks at his ear. “That’s my right as an American.”

Babe snorts, and the two of them regard each other in a stalemate for a moment, trying to hold in their laughter. Finally, Babe rolls his eyes and thrusts the peanuts back into Julian’s waiting hands.

Julian grins. “Maybe I’ll return the socks I got you for Christmas and get something better.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, like a slightly nicer pair of socks.”

Babe raises an eyebrow at him. “I think I liked you better when you didn’t talk so much.”

Julian laughs, a raspier, thinner sound, maybe, than it once was, but no less of an expression that takes up his whole face, eyes bright and alive. Babe smiles reluctantly, which makes the raspy not-sound come even harder.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Babe tells him.

“Sure, Babe.” Julian looks like he doesn’t believe that, and he doesn’t believe Babe believes it, either.

Babe can live with that shit-eating grin, mostly because he still wakes up at night sometimes convinced he won’t get the chance.

“Look, go and see if they got any of those little fondant candies, would ya?” Babe jerks his thumb at the end of the row of food stalls. “I’m gonna go take a leak.”

Julian offers up a merry but half-cocked salute that would never have passed muster in the paratroops and turns to amble off in the direction of the candy shop they passed a few minutes ago. Babe wastes no time in ducking into the shop directly across with its brightly lit window displays, and when he comes back out moments later after his hasty transaction, he spots Julian almost at once, leaning against a post, having swapped shoveling peanuts into his mouth for fondant candies.

“Are you saving any of those for me?” Babe asks.

“Candies? Oh, they didn’t have any.” Julian laughs and offers no resistance as Babe reaches out and steals the bag of sweets away, the two of them falling into step next to one another.

“I got you something,” Julian ventures, as the streetlight that they are passing under flickers on. The encroaching darkness gives them enough plausible deniability to walk a little closer to one another, their shoulders bumping.

“What, like a gift?” Babe asks. “When did you have time to do that?”

“Probably at the same time you were buying something for me,” Julian says, apparently too clever for his own good. “I don’t know, I saw them and I thought about – you know. Like we talked about.”

Babe has no context for this, so it doesn’t make sense to him until a pair of soft wool mittens materialize from the pocket of Julian’s jacket, and he offers them to Babe, a little awkwardly. Like we talked about becomes the night when Julian told him that he doesn’t remember getting shot, or bleeding in the snow, or much of anything else from that day or the days that followed, but he remembers Babe holding his hand between both of his in the jeep.

Your hands were like ice.

Babe swallows around the sudden tightness in his throat and pulls the mittens on. It’s warm for December, and he doesn’t need them, but the way Julian’s eyes thin out into pleased crescents makes him keep them on. “I feel like my hands haven’t warmed up since we were over there,” he mutters, one of the rare times that either of them has admitted how much of what happened still follows them around. “This is – real nice of you.”

Julian’s smile turns crooked, teasing. “I know.”

Babe smiles too, reaching out to swat affectionately at the back of his head with one be-mittened hand. “Yeah, yeah, you know. Hang on, though, I gotta…”

He removes one of the mittens so that he can reach into his pocket and retrieve a small, brown paper parcel, taped shut on one side. He delivers it into Julian’s hands, and watches him tear into it and turn it over.

A small, silver pendant falls into his palm.

“Saint Michael,” Babe explains. “The patron saint of warriors. And of the wounded.” He shrugs, his shoulders high against the damp winter air, slightly embarrassed. “I know it’s a little late, but maybe he can save you some grief from now on.”

Julian examines it for a moment, and when he looks up, his eyes are shining, and that’s how Babe knows he chose right. “Help me put it on later?” he asks.

Babe nudges him, pleased. “Anything for you, kid.”

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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There's a lot happening here and they tried to chase him out cuz he's getting a delivery that went to Tamper with, we filed charges instead of trying it now. The police said they have to see it and they are watching them and monitoring them and they see them waiting and checking where it is so they're going to get arrested they're very very very sick of it.

There's other things happening here. There's a holocaust on and they are taking people down in places of power. I'm taking judges out of their offices and it's not December 6th but they do start shortly after it's not because of this hearing or whatever it is on TV now but they are doing that and they did build an incinerator on their own and blamed our son but we have our own and it's huge it's because your people will just make a ton of trash and get with s*** in it and all sorts of dumb things it needs to be incinerated because landfills are a waste of time and you hear them barking and stuff and I think and this guy is getting fired today because only several days later from his judgeship and it's across the street being an ass but it's really because of the max and they're firing his daughter and sister is also his wife. That's because that's what they're doing and they planned to. We didn't plan to but you're trying to attack our people and that's where you go this is his people here and you're trying to attack them and you go to the incinerator so the last journey. I should you attack them yeah but you're trying to attack us and most of his people inspired you to go running around and you have to stop yours have to be stopped and you're ignorant and I don't know what they're doing it's not that many but here in Florida it's a lot in a few days from your time it is a lot of death just a shitload of your day. Last night there were piles around punta Gorda and Port Charlotte and they were about half mile high in about 10 of them and you're just sitting here saying nothing's wrong being assholes to her son and then pull your people out and she had been around again and it's for you and me he says and it's just a huge piece he's a piece of s*** and it's happening because of him it's not even because he took Stalin on it's because he is a huge a****** for us and that's the problem so today we're addressing it and we're telling him off and this people can't resist him too much so you have to come in there you standing across the street he's trying to mess with the stuff it is going to arrive momentarily and we're watching it and they're watching it and have a clue now but the things that they're doing and saying are upsetting all of them and they don't have much hope and being removed by themselves and they don't have any ability to resist but we are working on it very diligently and using it and we must but it's very easy to use and he says why not use it so I'm sending them teams to use it now all over Florida I'm going to grab people before macdos and compete. So the police are watching these goofballs and hearing what they're saying and they know where they're going after and they keep doing it out in the open and they're getting killed rapidly and they ran into the holes and this is one of the big reasons is the core and those big ships are full and departing momentarily so they want to threaten their son to make sure they go off nicely and huge chips are coming back and going out again and you sent the message back with a Titanic that's what they're doing and the whole is embroiled and giant numbers of them are going there roughly 2 million octillion an hour each hole and yeah that's significant if they keep doing it all day and they won't be around halfway through the day and they don't intend on stopping

You got a plan here anywhere knocking it but there's a lot of stuff going on people are building people are getting materials people are getting houses people are taking over properties from these idiots huge numbers of them are dead and they're keeping them out and using the land they're moving them out of their houses and kicking them out and taking all their junk the recycling facility and it's a huge process giant giant numbers of them are out on the street and they're collecting them and they're bringing to the incinerator today and we have to be there because of that and we're moving out now

Thor Freya

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thanatos-nightshade · 1 year

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I posted 14,052 times in 2022

That's 5,524 more posts than 2021!

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#a nutshell sorry not sorry also im not bragging about my artistic skills because for realsies i'm just slightly above average on them so li

My Top Posts in 2022:

I finally did some art.

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when you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

I'm fucking adorable. I guess like shallow/narcissistic but more along the lines of generally I like how I look. There are some things that I don't like but they don't perturb me that much. Generally I think I'm adorable/cute and I like that but have the occasional issue with grander adjectives like beautiful/sexy that we won't get into because liking myself is enough.

I like that I'm good at art?? I'm not like fantastic but aaah to make this easier on me this can lead into my next one

I like my jack-of-all-trades thinking in that I don't really try to HONE one craft and instead try to experience things generally. For example, when it comes to art, I'm not that great digitally or traditionally, or musically, theatrically, or other. HOWEVER I have experience in all these areas ranging from oil paints, watercolors, ceramics, theater workshop, drama, choir, dance, sewing, crafts etc does gymnastics count? jk whatever So I like that I have not only had all the opportunities to try these but that I have tried to work on each of them a moderate amount we're working on sewing and crafting it's my lowest art stat rn followed closely by instruments

Let's see, I like my friend choices. I feel like all the friends I've made have been pretty good. Some have stuck around more than others but any friend GROUP that I've stuck with for a period of time like months to years, I always think about fondly. I don't think I've ever had like an insanely toxic friend or like a friend that would back stab me does that make me the toxic friend? Anyways, I feel like a lot of my life is colored by the friends/people I've surrounded myself with and yeah sure not all of my life is great but I made some nice friends and had some good shenanigans wherever I went.

Last but not least, I like my absolutely self indulgent/self insert nature. Listen, there is like no fandom that I have been a part of where I have NOT self inserted myself into in some way or another and god damn it NOBODYS GONNA DO THAT SHIT FOR YOU UNLESS YOU PAY THEM. I CAN PUT MYSELF INTO MY FAVORITE FANDOMS FOR FREE AND BY GOLLY I'M GONNA DO IT CAN'T STOP ME MY BRAIN IS A SELF INDULGENT THIRST MACHINE AND IT IS GOING

Anyways thank you so much for sending me this ask. It took me two days to get to it because I needed to sit down and think through these. I can't wait to send this to some of my followers!

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I'm posting this at night because I want to share this and then bury it in reblogs because this scares me

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My birthday is on the 6th so i cant help but think that scara being released then is hoyos bday gift to me (i may or may not cry if i dont pull him)

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My #1 post of 2022

I need to put diluc and dainsleif on either side of leon from dislyte because i swear to god its all i see

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xxsycamore · 2 years

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Hi! Sorry to bother! Can I ask for Chevalier x Reader with December 6th? Actually, I'm a huge simp when it come to him and anything else is fine too, so in case feel free to ignore — thank you!

Oh you’re not bothering me at all, dear! I love writing for the Chev simps, they always request the best things, haha. Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it! Happy holidays! 💝💝🎇🎇

Naughty Surprises [ CHEVALIER X READER SMUT ]

Rating: E

Word count: 1,489

Tags: Smut; Vaginal Sex; Rough Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Nipple Play; Soft Chev at the end

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Part of ‘Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge, hosted by @voltage-vixen [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5]

DAY 6 - Wearing nothing but a Santa hat and bow around the neck

You exit the bathroom with slow, timid steps, already imagining the sight of your lover waiting for you on the bed. You'd just taken a quick shower, expecting nothing more than the embrace of a good night's rest in Chevalier's arms.

But now your heart won't stop hammering against your chest.

You'd never expect anything like that from your lover, and yet…

Hand lingering on the slightly opened door, you don't even peek for a look inside the room. Your voice comes out far smaller than intended when you speak up.

"Chev, I'm here. I'm coming in now…"

Raising his gaze from his book, Chevalier eyes the half-opened door with wonder. Why do you suddenly feel the need to announce your return in such a way?

"Go ahead."

Hesitantly, your hand pushes the door open and you step inside, gaze dropping to the floor almost immediately. In the next breath you take, you finally lift it up to see-

"I-Is something wrong, Chev? You look surprised."

The look on Chevalier's face is one you don't get to see everyday. Well, they say that miracles do happen around the holidays. You're starting to think that this particular miracle won't be ending here, however.

"…Close the door and come here. Let me take a good look of you."

Biting on your bottom lip discretely, you cross the room and watch him put his book aside, blowing off the candle providing him additional reading light. It seems like he is either putting an end to his day, or he's found a better before-bed activity.

Before your bottom can hit the bed, Chevalier drags you right into his lap, making you yelp and cross your hands in front of your chest to cover yourself.

"Why cover yourself now? You walked in here naked. You wanted me to see everything, don't you?"

His voice is stern, making you feel backed up in a corner and you decide to remove your hands before he does it himself. There is no sense hiding what's been already seen, and explored, and marked throughoutly. You present yourself to him, hands unsure of where to settle, until they find their way around his neck.

It could only be signaling him to take action. He tilts your head up from where you tried and buried it in his chest, and gave it a good few seconds to stare into your eyes. What is he finding in there? Is it the unsuccessfully masked lust you hold for him, or the embarrassment, or something else you're unaware of, in this vortex of emotions…

His lips are hot on yours. The way he kisses with the intention to make you weak, it always leaves you helplessly grinding on his crouch. Now though, when you're completely naked, the bareness of your core makes the friction a tad more delicious, which is only making things worse than any better. Because you can't stop yourself, even with the worry on the back of your mind that you could as well be already sopping wet, darkening the front of his pants.

Chevalier withdraws, visibly as short of breath as you are. He lets his hands roam, sending a shiver wherever the tips of his fingers touch - from the dips of your hips towards the swell of your breasts - and one finger curls under the little red bow on your neck, tugging on it.

"I think I'll keep this on."

Before you can react, Chevalier is standing up from the bed along with you in his hands. The santa hat slips off your head and quickly gets forgotten on the floor.

You know what happens from here on, hearing the tell-tale clink of his belt coming undone and the rustling of clothes. You try to arch your bottom more, eager to feel his length piercing you already - anticipation running wild into your veins due to finding yourself in one of your favorite positions. There is no need for another demonstration of why you love it so much, as the memory is vivid enough, but you're already receiving a good reminder.

Chevalier's swollen cock finds your needy hole effortlessly, impaling you down on it on one easy, smooth thrust. You feel him bottom out and you choke out a moan of his name, hands clutching on his shoulders harder than just to assure your steadiness.

Voice marred with lust, a raspy whisper tells you to undo the buttons on his shirt. You try and put your whole mind onto the task, albeit in a haze, and fingers slide down to haphazardly free him from the clothing. With the distraction, each time he slams you down on his cock it somehow seems deeper - the feeling agonizingly heightened just like the irritation that comes when the stupid little buttons refuse to go through their holes.

At last, you feel his bare chest beneath your fingers, inhaling in his scent as you move your hand to its original position after completing the task. The shirt falls from one of his shoulders, driven by just the sore intensity of his thrusts. You feel like your whole body bounces in the air, the room filling with illicit noises as Chevalier slams himself into you mercilessly time and time again, making you cum before you can even mutter a word of warning.

The feeling of nice cool sheets underneath you grant you with delight, as your lover lays you down. He pulls out from your well-fucked hole with a wet "pop" and you watch him roughly grab into the sleeves of his shirt that had pooled around his elbows, almost tearing the fabric away as if it's been annoying him to ungodly amounts. He kicks out of his pants, in a rather un-kingly manner as the rest of his behavior in those moments when his beast side comes out. When he comes down into your arms again, a heavy breath falls from his lips, as if he's starting to calm down, now that he has you under his claws again…

You're not sure how many hours have passed, but at the end you manage to ride Chevalier to completion, milking one last orgasm out of him. Though, it barely feels any different inside you when he fills you up, your hole already full to the brim and dripping wet with your combined fluids. Pride rocking through you along with that good satisfaction, you're glad that Chevalier looks as sated as you are - no more shallow thrusts that build up into another fast tempo, no lingering hands pinching on your nipples to lit new flames in you. You flop down on his broad chest, making small, content noises as Chevalier starts stroking your hair lovingly, draping the sheet over your form.

The two of you stay in the silent darkness like that for a good while, both wondering if the other has gone to sleep. Then he suddenly speaks, albeit in a low tone.

"How did you come up with such an idea? That was far too naughty of you."

Fighting the sleep away, you hum, rather puzzled by his words.

"What do you mean? You're the one who planned this..."

Chevalier is quiet for a moment. If you didn't know any better, you'd assume he is just teasing you again, but you sense that something's off. You raise from his chest in a hurry, focusing your blurred gaze on him in the dim light. You speak up again, putting the puzzle pieces together.

"I went to take a shower, and when I reached for my clean change of clothes, they were gone. Instead there was only this…Santa hat, and the bow that goes around the neck."

He keeps looking at you and you can't make anything out of his expression. You go on.

"I thought you were the one who them there, telling me to come into the bedroom… in only a santa hat and a bow around my neck."

Chevalier huffs a heavy portion of air, as if having already solved the mystery.

"Well, it wasn't me. There is only one person who will dare to sneak in here and do such a moronic thing."

Your gaze trembles for a second before you gasp. Could it really be that Clavis is the one behind that…?

"Let's go to sleep."

Feeing Chevalier's hand gently push you down to fall on his chest again, you comply and lie down with eyes refusing to shut.

"Are you angry with what happened? I shouldn't've just go along with it without a second thought, I-"

"It was fine. I liked seeing you like that for a change."

Another gasp threaten to leave your lips upon this unexpected reaction, but your lips curl into a shy smile before that can happen. You only nuzzle more into his frame, enjoying the hand that finds its way to the back of your head again, lulling you to sleep with slow caresses…

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cycas · 2 years

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Hello. Can I ask you about timeline of Return to Aman? I would love to know when the separate stories happened. Did Maglor visit his mother soon after they arrived to Aman? Was it in their first year or did he wait some time? How long do they live on Tol Eressëa when the house of Fingolfin was released? When Mereth Aderthad happened? I'm thinking about it every time I read RtA, it's bothering me a great deal. Thank you.

I started cheerily answering this thinking: there are only 15 stories, this will be easy, I don't even need to check my notes! And I got about half way through and realised that yes, I needed to check my notes and also I re-read half of it. Which was fun, but, um, sorry for the delay?

So I've ended up with this loooong timeline post.

Return to Aman Timeline

About 400 Second Age : And the wind as sweet as honey in the mouth (Elrond finds Maglor) It's summer in this one, because the eyebright is in bloom. Probably June: it's not so warm that you don't want something to wrap up in outdoors in the evening.

Third Age:

Late September 3021 Remembrance of Time Long Past (Elrond persuades Maglor to join him on the ship, and Galadriel to go along with it, while the Hobbits have a series of jolly good meals and a chat, and completely fail to notice that Elrond has popped out for a while)

October 3021 :

5th Across so Wide a Sea Elrond goes to see his mother, taking a deeply embarrassed Maglor along with him. On their way back to Tol Eressëa afterwards, they meet Finrod on the ferry.

6th In Avallónë by the Sea : Maglor and Finrod discuss poetry and First Age Beleriand.

10th Love, Politics and Pastries : Elrond and Celebrían, finding their way back together.

15th Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima ; Eärendil, returning from a voyage, takes a day off to visit his son. It's a little unfortunate that he encounters Maglor first but fortunately, Frodo smooths thing over. The first autumn storm hits Tol Eressëa.

November 3021

5th Nov Come Home : Maglor, Elrond and Finrod visit Tirion, manage to prevent the resulting fireworks among Maglor fans from getting out of hand, and visit Nerdanel and Finarfin. Nerdanel's roses are still in bloom but getting a bit tatty.

Mereth Aderthad : Once More: With Feeling begins about 15th Nov 3021, but it has time-skips. Elrond and Gil-galad have seen each other before this, of course, but this is their first chance to have a proper reunion banquet.

Then there is the planning for the really big Mereth Aderthad bash, which will be the celebration for Fingolfin's return. I think the planning scene is probably some time in December.

Elrond is busy researching the appeal to the Valar for the return of the House of Fingolfin (and Lalwen) which isn't fully in the story, partly because I have difficulty imagining anyone at the end of the Third Age in Valinor, up to and including Manwe, being able to look Elrond and Celebrian in the face and say 'no' to whatever they think is a good idea.

Fourth Age Year 1

The first part of this year is taken up with Mereth Aderthad planning and organisation, Elrond and his household visiting everyone, and people visiting them. Maglor is working hard on his Mereth Aderthad songs, and basically avoiding talking to anyone but Elrond, Celebrian and the hobbits. Occasionally Gandalf if he doesnt' manage to avoid him in time.

Fingolfin and his house return from the Halls of Mandos triumphant at Midyear's Day in Year 1 of the Fourth Age. If Elrond seems slightly less than entirely cheerful, it might be because the last big party he attended at midsummer was Arwen's wedding two years previously.

(Cirdan is briefly visiting Tol Eressëa in this story but is still officially resident in Lindon: he can't visit Aman.)

By 3rd July 1 FA the main party is over, and Maglor runs into trouble with his Oath: Seeds of Lies.

Even the Very Wise could be later that same year, but I'm inclined to think it is set in the summer of the next year, 2FA or maybe even 3FA, perhaps June since Lalwen has had time to start planning her new house on Tol Eressëa (so she can spend some time with Gil-galad). Nerdanel finally makes up her mind exactly how she feels about Fëanor.

Shadows Cast by Memory I think is slightly out of order in the sequence: the apples in the orchard are ripening when the heroes of Gondolin turn up, having decided that Maglor is too dangerous to be left to Elrond's supervision. I think this is probably still September 1FA, and follows fairly closely after Seeds of Lies. I suspect there was another conference in Tirion after Mereth Aderthad concluded, at which Turgon had a good deal to say and this led to both the appearance of Ecthelion and friends, and also the visit from Fingon and Finrod.

Sometime between 5 FA and 30FA Among the Ainur and Other Animals : Nimloth visits, then Bilbo & Elrond have a Road Trip to Valimar. Bilbo is well enough for a long horse-ride and debating with the Vanyar, though Frodo is still suffering occasionally from seasonal depression. At some point during this period, Celebrian writes to Manwë about Maedhros.

30 FA Many Meetings: The Night is Passing. Celebrimbor returns from the Halls of Mandos, and then there's a timeskip to :

September 61FA: Sam, Cirdan, Elrohir and Celeborn sail to Aman

Also September 61FA : I Will Not Say the Day Is Done in which Maglor comes to an understanding of a kind with both Ecthelion and Celeborn.

100FA The House of Fëanor : Little Pity Aragorn is still alive, though old at the start of this story. Celebrimbor has been running the Fëanorian Quarter of Tirion for almost seventy years, which gives plenty of time for Finrod to hand over to him and for Celebrimbor to have thoroughly got to know the job.

The meeting with Elrond, Finarfin, Celebrimbor etc is a month before the House of Fëanor are released.

1 month later: Fëanor and his sons leave Mandos and come to Tirion.

12 years for Fëanor to get to know the Noldor, during which Maglor leaves Tol Eressea, and lives in Tirion with his brothers. A transition period during which the House of Finarfin get to start considering where they would actually like to live if they didn't have to all spend their time managing Tirion.

112FA Fëanor takes responsibility, and the crown, and begins to make new plans about what to do with it.

120FA September : Aragorn is dead: Arwen is dying. Legolas and Gimli come to Aman in time for Bilbo's twenty-fifty-first birthday, and Frodo's seventeenty-third. Gimli and Legolas meet Maglor, and then Aulë and Fëanor. Elrond and Celebrian grieve for Arwen. Maglor has complicated feelings about his father. Galadriel manages an entire conversation with Fëanor that is reasonably civil.

Nienna speaks with the spirit of Maglor's wife (and her horse)

Sam and Frodo make their Big Decision, and meet Ulmo.

Fëanor Does The Thing. Amazingly, nobody dies or even gets burnt.

Three years (and a bit) to build the ships.

Spring 124FA The Noldor carry out Fëanor's Plan. Fingolfin becomes Fëanor's regent (and effectively co-monarch) in Tirion. Finarfin finally gets to live in the nice house by the beach with peach trees in the garden that he's been pining for since before the Sun rose.

nine years later:

Summer 133 FA Maglor and Finrod's all-night song-writing barbecue on the beach near Alqualondë is interrupted, and that's the last fixed date in the series because after that it starts to fold out from a calendar into myth.

(The weather in each story is more or less seasonal British/North west European weather, just because I found it easier because that's my weather. )

#return to aman #well that was fun #I love a timeline #fic #writing #silmarillion #maglor

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merlinssassybeard · 3 years

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'The Adventures of the wife of the strongest'

Tags- fluff, basically a normal busy day with satoru

⚠️ warning ⚠️ fluff alert ⚠️ too long fluff

Ch 2 continuation

Ch3 Close and closer

6th December

You opened your eyes as you saw the time on the digital clock set on the bed table.

8.18 am

"Aww shit" you grumbled as you started to get out of the bed.

As you came to your senses, you saw satoru sleeping peacefully, his hair ruffled here and there with his right hand on your waist and your head resting on his left. 'He's so beautiful ' you thought to yourself.

"My toru" you whispered in the lowest of your voice with love and a soft smile as you gently patted his lean muscular biceps.

"Morning yn" he said with his Morning husky voice as he slowly opened his eyes. You froze. His eyes. It looked even lighter and lighter as the sun was hitting his eyes just right. You seriously can't get enough of him.

"So beautiful " you murmured.

"Yea, you're beautiful too" he said as he kissed your forehead and turned to lay on his back, now pulling you closer with his left hand. You rested your arm on his chest tightly.

You both laid like this for a moment and then you suddenly shot up and got out of bed.

8.39 am

"What is it?" He asked, sitting up as you were entering the bathroom.

"There's a hearing today. I have to get the fuck out by 10 " you said hurriedly as you got into the bath.

"Oh. I see. I've to go to principal yaga too."

He took a deep breath and stretched as he got out of bed and then went to the kitchen and started making pancakes.

You got out of the bathroom, and dressed up in a dark grey work suit with ankle length pants, you did your hair in a neat bun, you then took your black versace handbag and put on your grey pointed heels as you started descending down the stairs.

9.45 am

"Oh my, toru thank you so much i thought I'd be leaving hungry!" You said as you settled down on the dining table.

"Not on my watch, commander" he said smirking as he passed you your plate of pancakes and continued making his own. He knows you don't like much sweet so he prepared yours with less sugar but his own? Ah lets just say he eats sugar with pancake and not pancakes with sugar.

"Mmmmmm, damn!", "tasty" you said as you started eating.

"Well, what can I say, I'm so talented, my talents just keep overflowing off of me" he said with his signature manchild playful voice.

"Uugh not tasty at all boo" you said jokingly ofcourse trying not to feed his ego

"Huh?!?"

"Holy motherfuckin shit I'm so dead, I'm so dead fuck" you said in shock as you saw the time it was 9.56

"I can't be late i can't be " you said in a frenzy.

"I can drop you "

"Oh yeah! But you have to go to the school too, just send me there!"

"If i send you there, there'd be massive crack on the floor dumbo" he said poking your forehead

And with that he motioned you to grab onto him as he took out his apron. You held onto his waist.

-BLINK-

You're both on the roof of the building where the hearing would take place.

"We're here" you said, still in astonishment as to how did you end up with a such a powerful strong sweet man.

"Ah, I'll be going now then. Do your best sweetie" he said as he blew a kiss.

"Ah you know me, I'llwin anyway" you said winking.

"Aah toruuu wait!" You called to him just as he was about to leave.

"Something the matter?"

"Take care"

"Yea! Now go"

"I love you" you said as saw him warping.

5.36pm

You were currently at a bar with your colleagues.

"Alright guys, I'll be leaving now, I've to go shopping"

"Oh goodnight then yn" one of your co worker said.

"Gotta hurry up and catch a taxi " you said as you took your purse and paid for the drinks.

"Taxi? Yn you've got a maybach waiting at the parking lot. "

"What?!?"

"Well considering all of our fees and marriages, you're the only one who can afford a maybach" your co worker said in a joking manner

You knew how your car appeared out of nowhere. You smiled and went to the your car, back in office parking lot. Yes dear reader you own a maybach that dear toru gave you as a wedding gift

You dialed satoru as you leaned on to the glass railing of your office. Internally bursting out laughing on his caller tone. Yes, he's caller tune is, baby shark.

"Yea?"

"Yeah satoru, i won, again! "

"Ah congratulations."

"Yea, I'd be heading home now."

"Ok then, be safe. Text me when you get home."

"Yeah.... and toru?"

"Yea?"

"Thank you for bringing the car."

"Ah, no problem! Yeah yn?"

"Yes?"

"I won't be able to come home tonight. I've to go to osaka. Don't worry, I'll be back by tomorrow night, maybe, definitely, yeah by tomorrow for sure "

"What is it?!! Choose one!!", "Well i had some plans for tomorrow going out on a date, i guess I'd have to cancel " you said with a sad sigh.

"Date? Something special tomorrow?"

"Naah! Alright I'm going home now. I'll text you"

"Take care"

"You too, toru"

You came home and dropped the whole groceries on the counter, texted satoru, freshened up, had dinner and sat on deck chair in your big ass veranda. You were lost in random thoughts as you looked at the beautiful glimmering tokyo lights.

Zzzzzzz, zzzzzzz

That's your phone. Buzzing.

'Someone unknown' you said to yourself.

"Hello?"

"Hello ma'am I'm lisa from 'x musical store', am i talking to Mrs yn gojo?"

"Ah yes that's me"

"Ma'am your order for Steinway grand piano model A188 has arrived at the store this morning. When would you like to collect it ma'am?"

'Just about time!! Yes!' You said to yourself excitedly.

"Yea, i want it delivered to my address by 9 tomorrow. Will that possible?"

"Yes sure ma'am. We'll have it delivered and you don't have to worry one of our associates will be accompanying too, for, if you have any queries."

"Ok wonderful then"

You were so excited.

7th December

4.27 am

You woke up and descended down the stairs and looked at the big ass living room and hallway that lead to 3 other rooms. You went to one of the rooms that you've had turned into a gym. You got up on the treadmill for 45 min, lifted some weights, stretched yourself on the monkey bar. Yes you are very fit and not a fuckmachine.

You then took shower, had breakfast, cleaned the house. Today you had taken a day off. You looked at the time as you were looking at a photo of you and satoru at the counter.

8.53am

Ting tong

The bell rang. You knew who it might be. You ran and opened the door.

"Good morning Ma'am I'm x from x musical store. You had requested for your order"

"Oh yeah, yeah sure come in"

" where would you like for us to place the piano ma'am?"

"The living room, by the fireplace, near the veranda, place it in a way so that the outside is visible. " you ordered as the 6 other men brought the piano.

Zzzzzzz, zzzzzz

"Yea?" You picked the phone.

"Oi yn, has your piano arrived? When do i start?" This is kira, 38, an interior designer by profession who also loves to organise events. You met her when she came to you few months ago. She had been in an abusive relationship and you helped her by taking her case and winning since then she has been a good friend to you.

"Yeah it arrived just now. When will you come?"

"I'm on the road to your house"

"Aah nice."

10.13am

"So this the piano eh?"

"Yup"

"So I'll start the decorations. When will your man be home?"

"He said tonight but i doubt it. "

"Tonight, ok then"

"Ok so you start the doing the house I'll start with the food"

"Hmm"

6.23pm

"...out of nowhere, the dude came behind me and touched my butt, could you believe that?" Kira said as she sipped on her red wine

"No way, what did you do?"

"I punched him and said boy I'm your mother's age"

"What! " you said as you burst out laughing.

"Ah its 6.30 already? I should leave now, your man might come home"

"Oh, yeah,"

She took her stuff, waved goodbye and left.

You had finished making the dinner i.e a whole big ass buffet enough to feed a village. Since you and your husband are both foodie.

You looked at the time and went upstairs to freshen up and then changed into a red slip dress.

You started watching movie as you waited for him

10.22pm

You heard the bell ring.

"Oh shit" you panicked as you got up from the couch quickly and brushed the satin slip you were wearing. You looked at yourself in the mirror on tge hallway to the door after turning off all the lights of the house.

You opened the door.

"Yn, ho... are you ok? We're going somewhere?" Satoru enquired as he looked you up and down.

"Shhhh shush up and come" you said with a smooth seductive voice as you shut the door and put your hands on his hands.

"Happy birthday satoru" you wished him as you turned on the lights. The decorative lights to be specific. The whole house was twinkling with fairy lights, natural potted plants at the corners, cherry blossom drapes, rugs and carpet, the fire crackling. It looked as if though he entered in a fairy's cottage.

"You remembered? " he said as he looked at the whole house decorations and noticed a.... piano?

"Of course dumbo, why would I not remember" you said as you held his hand tightly.

"A piano? When did you start playing? " he enquired as he went closer to tge piano.

"You said that we have run out of places to fuck, so i thought how about on a piano?"

Satoru is clearly amazed, amused, whatever you want to say it. He is impressed af with your bold attitude. Oh god how much he loves you.

"You are my wife alright! No doubt" he said laughing out clearly impressed, trying to sit on the piano.

"Of course my mr gojo, when would you like to test your new piano?" You said with seductive tone with the biggest naughty smirk as you approached him and looked him in the eye, but his eyes are bandaged.

"Anytime you say mrs gojo" he said with a naughty tone.

"Alright then first we go and raid on the foood!!" You shouted with childish enthusiasm with your hands up. Talk about a mood killer.

"Heh, alright commander, first comes food" he said with his childish tone excitedly

"Then comes fuck!!" You shouted after him

"But before that comes shower!!"

"Yea and changing clothes!!"

"Yn, dress into something comfortable we're not going out are we?!" He said as he got off from the piano and you noded.

To be continued...

Shit shit shit. This is so long I'm so sorry reader trust me i didn't mean to!!

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lwt28brave · 3 years

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LT2 masterpost

If it was up to me, we would get an autumn or winter EP. Since it’s not up to me at all, here, enjoy this post with everything we know so far of LT2, which is to say, not much at all. Everything here is hypothetical. I’ll be updating every time I see something relevant. A little disclaimer that while this is a masterpost (kinda), it could be read as discourse (duh, it’s also a theory), AND it’s also by me, and you shouldn’t expect me to be serious at this point.

Due to me restraining myself, there’s no reference to any of the times he’s mentioned his guitar skills and him improving but I hope you know I cried every single time.

I’m also linking my old pinned here. It was written before AFHF and around the free merch thing that didn’t lead to much, but I still think I made some good points.

Possible tracks:

Copy of a Copy of a Copy

Change

Faith in the future??

369??

Possible names:

369

Faith in the future

When is the album coming out?

Your guess is as good as mine

Friday 28th of January 2022. Almost two years after Walls. It’s a Friday. It’s a 28th. What else can I say?

Here you can find @want-to-be-loved timelines for every month.

Here you can find @berlinini’s timeline of what Louis has been up to this year (2021).

The rest is under the cut. And here you can find a PDF version where Tumblr can't tell me how many pictures I can add.

2020

He said back on May 2th 2020 he wasn’t writing anything new yet.

(x)(x)(x)

Interestingly enough, he’s said many times after that that the album’s not ready cause he has no new experiences to drawn from. I won’t call him out because he does it himself.

May 4th. He liked a tweet from DMA’s Johnny Took saying they had to go write together again. Louis has been credited as an influence for them and (kind of) participated in their previous record, so I’m assuming he meant for their music and not his, but you never know.

Nothing(literally nothing??? how did we survive) until 11th of July. We all know what happened that day. We all celebrated it. Nonetheless, that’s not what I’m talking about here.

(x) So, by the beginning of July 2020 he was working on concepts and ideas for the new album. That was fifteen months ago. I know perfection takes time but…

Brief summary of important things that happened from then until the next mention of new music:

Louis left Syco!!!! 10 days later he rescheduled the tour for the first time. He followed Matt Vines on Twitter, probably so we could publicly shame him into doing something. Also, the 10thanniversary. He followed more people I wish he hadn’t.

Then more nothing until September. Not even a single tweet. The first merch drop was on the 28th of August but he just RT’ed the tweet. He first mentioned Free my Meal on the 25th of September. Then on October 1st Walls hit #1 on a lot of countries and Louis was incredibly happy and excited about it ^^

And then, that same day, October 1st, 2020, he dropped this bomb:

(x)

He also said it was too soon to be sharing new lyrics with us (x)

And, obviously, this tweet which is actually what made me start this whole post. I would hope you know mate.

(x)

He also told us he was cooking "banger after banger" and that he was incorporating more social themes into his music (x)(x) (I believe any social issue is a political issue but that’s not the point rn).

COPY OF A COPY OF A COPY?!?!

These next paragraphs are brought to you by my mind not remembering things and me not having any links. I’m assuming COACOAC came from those writing sessions that supposedly happened in October. Or in LA but I have no idea if he actually was in LA at any point other than a Daily Mail article putting him there on December which would have been too late, but I do remember that someone said he was in the studio in LA last autumn???? A rumor. Maybe. IDK. Did I mention already all of this is very hypothetical?? Well, this is it. I can’t even remember if this was October or November or what. So, take this with a grain of salt.

I’m also… taking the liberty to assume, if you must, that Copy wasn’t meant to be a Walls reject because it sounds more mature and darker and it has a vastly different tone that Walls songs. I know he’s said that song probably isn’t getting into the album, but I want to have faith (in the future) that I’m getting a studio version. (But also, Louis, if you’re reading this, first of all GET OUT OF MY BLOG second of all, please don’t ever feel pressured again to add a song to the album because we have already heard it before. It’s your art and it should always be under your own terms).

So yeah, I believe that Copy is either one of those four songs (then imagine the other three??!!) or was written around the 1st of October date.

---End of the Intermission---

Then not much important (other than sharing more about Marcus Rashford fight against food poverty and the 2nd merch drop) until he announced the livestream on the 24th of November. (x)

It wasn’t until a few days before the livestream date we even thought again about new music (jk, I know we’re always thinking about new Louis’ music). So, December 9th/10th, 2020. Nine months ago. We got our first taste of new music!

He made sure we knew Copy of a Copy of a Copy isn't a cover! (x) (x)

(x)

Ok, so that’s it for 2020. (I feel like I’m missing something from September 17th because tweet was deleted but maybe he was still talking about cucumbers. We might never know. Unless I understand how Tumblr tags work). Expected, cause Walls was released in 2020. We needed to let it sit for a while.

2021

Another Summary: Louis third tweet of the year was telling the UK government off. So was the fifth. What a good beginning. On the 26th of January, he said he prefers pancakes over waffles. I hope he meant pancakes other than his own. More importantly, he tweeted the infamous “you lot read into things too much”. Don’t get me started, Tomlinson. Don’t. Then the 31st came around and Walls was one. He tweeted this. How wise. And Project Defenceless happened!!

15th of February!! Who cares about Valentine Day when the next day we got this? ♥

(x)

So…AN EP?? AN EP?? PLEASE RELEASE AN EP.

“I’m sure I will have something out this year but unlikely that will be the album”. Unlikely but not impossible. Also. A single would be good. This is the second time he mentions releasing something in 2021 and he sounds surer about it than the first time around.

He also said that he isn’t sure we will get a studio version of Copy. And that the best bridges from Walls to LT2 are Walls, OTB, KMM and Copy. Can’t wait!

Then we jump to March 6th when he announced he was going to create his own management company. “Sometimes action is needed first to encourage the motivation and belief”. As we can tell he was already manifesting some stuff which will lead us to the numerology stuff/Tesla… kidding. Or not. We might never know.

On the 22nd of March he answered some questions:

He told us music was still his main focus ♥ mwha. (x) I included this tweet to guilt-trip him into giving us music in case he’s reading this even after I told him to leave. ILY.

(x) I’d love to get a visual EP this autumn. Just saying. It sounds like a lovely concept.

(x)

…next (I will get into it, I promise. I’m just mad).

On the 25th he left for Mexico until April 10th. You could assume it was just for the documentary where we got ten seconds of footage or admit the obvious: LT2 its a Mexican baby!!

On the 26th (so, not so far apart from that first 369) we got the first Faith in the Future mention: (x)

Back then we were innocent people who had no idea what was coming upon us. We still have no idea because what the fuck does he mean with these. Please explain. I have one braincell and I don’t use it enough for this. I’m linking some theories.

On the 30th of March he confirmed he was already working on the documentary. So AFHF was already on the works. Will it take this long for us to get the Veeps numbers? We also got this tweet: "Got a decent chorus idea down" (x).

Same person that got the “something out this year” exclusive. If you know something share with the class. Also. Is this Change? I feel like this could be Change but I also assume he wrote Change after hanging out with his friends or being in Doncaster. But who knows.

(x) And the second mention to 369.

(x) 15th of April. The second "Faith in the future".

On the 19th of April he announced that he had something BIG for us later on the year which turned out to be the Away From Home Festival ♥♥ (x) I love him so much.

Then on the 28th he announced the 369 merch drop (which it’s probably the Walls drop? Except that the TOU and KMM ones were “drop 1 and drop 2” and this was drop 369 which, again, makes no sense) but we still don’t know what 369 means.

Into May’ 21 we go.

He rescheduled tour again. And dropped another bomb (x).

He announced he has signed with BMG as an independent artist by RTing this tweet on May 10th. The article also says that he’s already working on writing and recording LT2. The timing… we don’t know. What this deal involves… we don’t know either. Bear with me here because I have a lot to say about this.

I think the deal is only a distribution one, but that BMG are interested in Louis and what he (us) could bring to the table. They were either present at the festival or watching it, but officially they had no involvement at all with it (everything is credited either to Louis own company, 78 Productions, or Charlie Lightening’s company). That’s the case for both giveaways too; the vinyl one and the tickets for the festival.

I think it would be an unbelievably bad move not to test the waters with BMG now or soon-ish. At least a single, to see how it performs. Due to the circumstances, it’s obvious there’re certain limitations on place but I want to see how they push it, whether the radio play exist this time around and if the song is playlisted and promoted and all that… I would also love to know, since it says he signed with BMG UK, but it also states it’s a global deal, how things are going to go on the US and other countries.

Yes, yes. I know those are all questions and no answers. But I know the same as you, sadly. If any of you know more than you’re letting on… again, share with the class.

Where was I? Yes, on the 25th of May Louis had a great day writing (x). Since the first time he had mentioned he was officially writing to this date there’s almost eight months. And I believe he was writing before October’ 20.

He followed Robert Harvey that day and, on the 28th of May (why is it always the 28th???) he was spotted at the studio for the first time.

June was an interesting month for the fandom ♥. Lots of LHL content which I will love and cherish for the rest of times. On June 4th, June 9th, and June 10th he was spotted at the studio, but I believe he was there more days.

(x)

This was posted on June 6th and captioned Studio. Charlie also shared it with “Mega tunes being put down, can’t wait for this @louist91 #louistomlinson #LT2” as the caption. This gives me 2019 (Elton-Joint) vibes. I like it. Feels like we’re getting closer to something.

He added the Milano date on the 9th too which I’m mentioning because I’m going alone. Anyone wanna go with me please? I’m nice and I never eat anything before a concert so you can have my food. On other news. It didn’t come home.

During July he was at the studio at least three days too. Probably more. Feels like more with all the fan pictures we got. Or was that June? Anyway, July 1st and 9th we got some videos from Robert Harvey and wearesuperhi, which is who Louis has been working with the most, that we know of. I don’t know for sure they’re from that day. And on July 5th we got an article and lots of pictures of Louis looking really good outside the studio.

On the 12th of July the first fans started getting the free, 369 bucket hat and print. We still don’t know what the purpose was other than to thanks fans. Maybe that was it. I want answers and I still think it relates to a future project (see theories above), but it could also just be a bridge with the Walls breaking.

He didn’t tweet about anything interesting for a while, mostly because he lost his phone (he either throwed it in the air or smashed it who knows). Then on the 29th of July he announced the festival!

I’m glossing over it because there’s already been a lot of talk about it (rightfully) and while it was a wonderful thing, it doesn’t have much to do with LT2.

Let’s talk Change!

On August 3rd he tweeted this about the setlist.

(x)

And this (x) on the 28th! I can’t stand him.

We didn’t get it, obviously. Because who was going to get that. But we read too much into things. Alright.

On the 16thof August Dave Gibson shared this post tagged #LT2 with the eyes emojis 👀👀👀. I believe this has to do both with Change but also with whatever else came out of that Mexico trip.

(x) Last relevant tweet related to LT2 is this one.

So, on the 30th of August we got Change and we cried, and we know that Change is going in the new album. He said it. With those exact words. He also said he was “getting a feeling for it”. This has to meant he already has a general idea of the vibe of the new album and what’s going in it!!!!!! (Right? RIGHT?).

Anyway, let’s go back a few weeks because some other things happened on August. He was at the studio a few more times. Or it was suggested that he was there. On the 17th and the 18th. (Why was it so time-pressing to be at the studio instead of rehearsing for the festival? There was no studio at all on the documentary. Which makes sense, but again, then why?).

On the day of the festival we got another mention of Faith in The Future that made me feel part of a cult ngl. The words were flashing on the screen for less than a second. Okay.

And then he tweeted those words again after watching the livestream/documentary on the 4th of September (x). This is what makes me suspect it's either the name of the album or of the single.

On the same day, we got some interesting quotes about LT2 on the documentary.

“Soon I’ll have to think about me second album, which in my head I’ll get the tour out of the way and then I’ll address that. So, I hadn’t really given it much thought, to be honest”.

“When every day is the same is hard to feel creative and it’s hard to have any kind of proper inspiration”.

“As season started to come back, I started writing again and it was great and some of these songs turned out alright”.

And I think this is it. I might be overlooking some important details but that’s what we know and what we don’t know.

So. Conclusions. That’s what you missed on Glee. I do believe the album is, if not mostly done, partially there. And yes, this post is pointless and never-ending but it’s all in here if you need to tell Louis “Hey, you said this, mate”.

#LT2 #Louis Tomlinson #Faith in The future #369 #Louis #LT #new music #idk what this is #but it's long #pinned

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years

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December 24th

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same” - Emily Brontë

Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, Friends to lovers, slow burn (like really slow),mentions of death, injuries, and abusive relationships, cm level of violence, kissing.

Category: Fluff with some angst

Word Count: 5k

Author’s Note: just felt like writing something for Derek :) It’s in order of your relationship with Derek, it’s kinda similar to lovestory that I wrote for Luke. Special thank you to @genevievedarcygrangerwriting and @iconicc for their help with this :)

*For full dramatic effect, play Wonder by Shawn Mendes while reading*

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This was a different type of love

Much different than what he had with Penelope or Spencer or anyone else. This was more than a surface attraction, this was a connection on a much deeper level, something you couldn’t explain but you knew you needed. You had always felt like a piece of you was missing until you met him.

April 16th, 2007

It was your first day at the BAU.

To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. You had only met Aaron Hotchner, your unit chief during your interview. You had yet to meet the rest of the team.

You were greeted by a tiny blonde woman by the elevator, who introduced herself as Jennifer. She walked you to the briefing room, she explained to you that you had a case and that someone would take you home to get some clothes quickly. Aaron introduced you to the team very quickly, first was David Rossi, who had very father like qualities,

Jennifer Jareau, whom you had met by the elevator and was their media liaison

Emily Prentiss, who radiated badass energy,

Dr. Spencer Reid, who seemed very baby like but was incredibly smart,

Penelope Garcia, their technical analyst and who didn't hesitate to welcome you onto the team,

Finally, Derek Morgan, the embodiment of the perfect man.

Aaron told Derek to take you home to get your stuff and to meet them at the jet. On the drive to your place, Derek made small talk, asking you about your previous jobs, why you decided to join the bureau.

“It was a spur of the moment thing actually, I came across the application and figured why not? Because what’s the worst that happens y’know?” you chuckled, Derek flashing you a smile before pulling into your driveway.

“You live here by yourself ? Aren’t you only 26?” he looked at you and then back at your house. That was a typical reaction, it was a huge house with a huge property attached to it, it was on the outskirts of the city. “It’s a family house, it was passed down to me after my parents’ passed” you told him and changed the topic before he could ask questions about your parents. “Would you like to come in while I get my stuff? I might be a few minutes. The least I could do is offer you something to drink while you wait?” He nodded, getting out while you did.

You stepped and headed towards the stairs, “help yourself to anything in the kitchen, it’s straight down the hall” you smiled at him.

“Okay” he smiled, watching you make your way up the stairs.

December 24th, 2010

The white lights burned your eyes as you opened them, squinting to slowly readjust your eyes to the brightness. You looked around, trying to remember what happened.

The last thing you remember was Spencer and Derek over you. Spencer’s hand on your stomach and Derek holding your hand while shouting for a medic. Something about holding on were the last words you heard before waking up in the hospital.

Derek was curled up on the chair in your room. He looked out of place on the chair, it was too tiny for him. “Der..” you said, barely above a whisper. Your throat was dry and you were too tired to talk but you needed to know what happened. There was an empty water bottle beside your bed, you stretched your arm out and pushed the bottle off of the table. It hit the floor, the noise startled Derek and he sat up in his chair.

He took a look around to see you looking at him, “Hey mama, how are you feeling ?” he pulled the chair closer to your bed, sitting himself back down. His hand rested on yours, his thumb rubbing over the top of your hand.

“What happened?” you asked, leaning back onto the pillow. He let out a sigh before speaking. “Spencer, you and I went to the house, the unsub’s house. Pretty boy and I went through the front and you headed to the back to check the yard. We were upstairs when we heard the gunshot, we ran out to see you on the floor. There was a bullet in your side and the unsub was headed towards the front of the house” Derek looked up at you, unsure if he should continue.

“Did you get him?” you asked, he nodded. “Hotch and the team had just arrived when we heard the shot. Hotch caught him in the front” you let out a sigh. “I ran to the back, Spencer was trying to stop the bleeding but it wasn’t stopping” his voice wavered for a moment, you gave his hand a squeeze.

“It was touch and go when the medics arrived, Spencer did the best he could. We thought we were going to lose you, I thought I was going to lose you.” Derek wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, not in the field but here, in this hospital room with you, he did.

“You didn't think that you would be able to get rid of me so quickly, did you?” you gave him a small smile. You picked up your phone from the side table, it was Christmas Eve. “Derek, go home. You shouldn't spend your Christmas Eve stuck in a hospital” you looked over at him, he had made himself comfortable in his chair again.

“There's nowhere I'd rather be right now”

June 6th, 2011

Your case in Chicago had wrapped up. The flight was meant to be a day before but due to a sudden thunderstorm that came through, you were stuck there.

Derek’s mother was kind enough to have all of you over for dinner, even though you all insisted that she didn’t have too. After dinner, Aaron and Rossi headed back to the hotel first, thanking her for her hospitality before heading out. Emily and JJ made themselves comfortable with Derek’s sisters and a bottle of wine, sharing stories of past lovers and tragic high school romances. Derek’s mom had you and Spencer flipping through photo albums, telling you stories of all kinds of trouble Derek caused as a kid.

Emily, JJ, Spencer, Derek and yourself ended up spending the night there. Hotch and Rossi had picked up your bags from your rooms, because you all had packed prior to finding out about the delayed flight and suggested you just meet at the jet. It was around 6am when you found yourself hugging Derek’s mother goodbye. Derek waited back a few moments, his mom whispering something to him before letting him go.

The drive to the jet was silent. JJ and Emily were hungover from too much wine, Spencer was half asleep and you were still trying to wake up while Derek drove. “It was nice to meet your mom, she’s sweet” you whispered, Emily still groaned that you were too loud. “She likes you” Derek glanced over at you before turning his attention back to the road.

When you arrived to the jet, everyone made themselves comfortable for the journey home. Emily sprawled onto one of the two seaters while JJ made herself comfortable on the other, Hotch and Rossi were sitting across from each other with their coffee. Spencer stretched himself over the span of the couch, going back to sleep. You and Derek sat beside each other on the two seater that was left.

The flight back was quiet, the only sounds were Spencer turning over constantly on the couch, Emily snoring and Hotch’s pen scribbling away on his paper. Derek’s arm rested over your shoulder and your head was on his shoulder.

“What’s the date?” Hotch asked Rossi

“June 6th” he said

June 6th seemed so familiar to you, as if you were supposed to remember it. You sat there pondering about it for a few minutes before Derek’s voice broke through your thoughts.

“What’s on your mind?”

“I can't seem to place why June 6th is important” you mumbled before looking out the window

Derek hummed, not giving you an answer. You went over the events of your day to see if you could remember. Woke up to a call from Hotch, woke up everyone, said goodbye to Derek’s family, Derek’s lingering hug and whisper from his mom, the drive to the jet, Hotch asking the date.

Derek’s lingering hug and whisper from his mom.

June 6th.

It was his birthday.

You sat up and turned to him, he looked at you. “What’s wrong?” his brows furrowed, confused as to why you moved. You pulled him into a hug, “Happy birthday D” He chuckled, “thank you pretty lady”

You leaned into kiss his cheek but he had the same idea, resulting in your lips on his. He smiled against your lips, pulling you closer to him. Your hands found their way to his chest, resting there as you kissed him.

He pulled away, both of you breathless.

October 26th 2012

You walked to work in the rain.

You had woken up late, you didn't feel like going but you promised Spencer you would help him prank Derek for halloween. You had just ended your relationship, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were constantly fighting and he always said you picked your work over him, which you did but that was only because work was the only escape you had.

No one at work knew about your boyfriend, other than Hotch. He had walked into the stairwell to find you crying, you explained to him what had happened. You made him promise not to tell anyone, especially Derek. You knew how Derek was, he would have killed your boyfriend if he found out. Hotch didn’t know the full extent of your relationships, just the arguments and the sleepless nights. You often found yourself in his office, keeping him company while he worked just so you wouldn't have to go home.

You were soaking wet by the time you reached the BAU, you walked straight to Derek’s office. His back was to the door when you walked in, “just a sec” he mumbled when you pushed the door shut. He spun his chair, “hey ma- what happened?” there was a very noticeable frown on your face. He stood up and walked over, he went to give you a hug. Your first reaction was to take a step back and secondly, your body automatically flinched.

“hey, hey, baby... it’s just me. it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” He stayed where he was, his face was unreadable. “y/n..” he called for you, you walked over. You practically fell into his arms, clinging onto him. His arms wrapped around you slowly, not wanting to startle you anymore than he already had.

“You know I would never touch you like that or hurt you, you know that right?” he kissed the top of your head, your face still buried in his chest. Something about Derek always brought comfort to you. Sometimes it’s his smile, sometimes it’s a hug and other times, it’s just him as a whole. “Do you want to talk about it ?” he asked you quietly, you shook your head. “Let me take you home to change” you shook your head again,

“I don’t want to go home”

“You can’t stay in wet clothes all day. Let me just take you home to get stuff and then we can go back to my place ?”

He led you to the car, you both sat in silence the whole drive. He knew you’d tell him what happened when you were ready, it didn’t make sense to push you. He pulled into the driveway, “can you come in with me?” you mumbled, he nodded. You weren't sure if your ex boyfriend was there to get his stuff, he knew you'd be at work right now so there was a chance that he had stopped by.

You pushed the door open, there was a broken vase on the floor, the water and flowers from the vase spread across the floor. A picture frame of you and your ex thrown on the floor, a dent on the wall from where he had thrown it.

Derek didn’t say anything, he followed you up the stairs to your bedroom. Your clothes were thrown all over your room, the drawers from your dresser were pulled out and a few were on the floor, a perfume bottle was shattered on the bathroom floor, the contents of the bottle spilling everywhere.

You sat on the bed, the tears started to fall. You tried to hold yourself together, you wasted so much of your life on him and you thought you were finally done. Derek sat beside you, letting you cry on his shoulder.

“Baby, talk to me.. please”

You told him everything, from the moment you realized you were in love to when you realized that this wasn't love, from when you told Hotch and how you would spend nights with him in his office so you wouldn’t have to go home. You told him how you ended things last night, and that the house was fine before you left for work.

Derek looked sad, not only for you but for himself too, why didn’t he realize what was happening sooner? If he did, he would have helped you.

“Okay, this is what we’re going to do mama. You’re going to pack a bag and you’re staying with me for a few days. I’m going to change all the locks and latches in this house and put in an alarm system. Don’t even bother about the mess, I'll clean it up, you just need to get out of here” he gave you a hug.

“I promise you that he’ll never hurt you again”

December 24th, 2012

The entire team had come over for Christmas Eve dinner at your place. After everything that happened with your ex, Derek made good on his promises. He changed everything and put in an alarm system for you. He helped you move on, he stuck by yourself when you felt alone and lost. You found yourself spending more and more time with him.

Rossi had come over and helped you cook. Penelope and Spencer spent the afternoon locked up in your guest bedroom wrapping gifts, one of them stepping out for a few hours to find more tape or wrapping paper. JJ and Will arrived with the boys, Hotch and Jack showing up a few minutes later. Emily arrived next with a bottle of wine for you, and Derek arrived last with a bunch of bags and gifts. Spencer helped him put all of them under the tree.

After dinner, Hotch and Rossi stayed at your dining room table with a bottle of scotch while you, JJ, Penelope and Emily were in the kitchen with a bottle of wine. You could hear Derek chasing Jack and Michael around the living room, Will and Spencer laughing as Henry showed them a magic trick. You glance over at them, Derek is spinning Jack around and Micheal is on the floor, laughing. You can’t help but smile.

“Close your mouth sweet cheeks, you’re going to drool all over yourself” Penelope whispers to you, nudging your shoulder with hers. You blush but blamed it on too much wine, “I have no clue what you’re talking about”

“Whatever you say sugar, but I can see the looks you give chocolate thunder and the ones he’s been giving you” she takes a sip of her wine before turning to walk to the living room. “Wait! what looks?” you ask and she shakes her head.

Penelope calls everyone into the living room, everyone has found a spot and made themselves comfortable. Jack, Henry, Michael and Spencer have all made themselves comfortable on the floor in front of the tree. Penelope helped you pass the gifts out to everyone.

Two hours and 8 rolls of gift paper later, everyone had collected their presents and said goodnight before leaving, Derek stayed back to help you tidy up. “You didn’t have to stay back, I know you probably have better things to do on Christmas Eve” you chuckled, pushing the gift paper into the trash. “Y/n, like I told you the last time, there’s nowhere I rather be on Christmas Eve”

You smiled at him, remembering that he was talking about the night he spent in the hospital with you. “Thank you though” he nodded.

“Do you want something to drink ? Coffee? Tea?”

“Tea sounds good” He sat on the kitchen stool by your counter.

You turned yourself away from him to put some water in the kettle. Derek was shifting around with something behind you, something heavy landed on the counter. Turning around, there was a book on the counter.

Pride and Prejudice

It wasn’t just any copy, it was the exact one that your grandfather had gotten you for your 17th birthday. It went missing after your breakup, you figured your ex took it but you weren't up for fighting with him over a book.

“Derek.. where’d you get this?” you looked down at the book, your fingers running over the front of it.

“Baby girl tracked down someone that knew someone else and I got it for you. I remember you were looking for it after the breakup”

You never expected Derek to remember something like that, it was just a passing thought as you cleaned up your place, you had forgotten about it yourself.

“Do you like it?” Derek’s voice broke through your thoughts. You rounded the counter and pulled him into a hug. “I love it, thank you”

“Merry Christmas y/n”

“Merry Christmas Derek”

January 13th, 2013

“Did she like her gift?” was the first thing Penelope asked Derek when he walked into her office. Hotch had given you guys 3 weeks off for the holidays and all of you were now returning to work. Penelope had a lot of time to ponder about her best friend and his crush.

“Yes she did, thank you for your help baby girl” he leaned down and kissed her cheek, she smiled at him. “Okay spill now” she spun her chair around to face Derek who was leaning against one of the tables.

“What is there to spill mama?” he chuckled

“Don’t play stupid with me Derek Morgan. You and y/n, you’ve been spending so much time with her” she told him

“Awh, are you jealous baby girl? you know you’re my one and only” he laughed

She shook her head, laughing. “As much as I like hearing that, seriously. What’s going on? I know you care about all of us but you wouldn't have gone out of your way for just a book if it was Emily or Rossi”

Maybe she was right, there were some underlying feelings that he hadn't told anyone about. “Baby, I think you like her” Penelope looked at him, he shook his head,

“No, I don’t”

“Yes, you do”

“No, I don’t”

“You do!”

“I don’t!”

“Derek!”

“Penelope!”

“You like her!”

“I like her! Oh shit.. I like her” his mouth hung open, his brows furrowed. She giggled, “told you so, momma’s always right baby boy” she tapped his leg with her foot.

He sat beside her on the chair. “What do I-” she cut him off.

“I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to tell that wonderful lady that you like her and should you be so lucky that she likes you back, you take her out on a date, like none other before. You love her and treat her well or I will hurt you” She smiled sweetly at him.

“You understand me?” she asked him, he nodded before resting his head on her shoulder. Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, she kissed his forehead.

February 13th, 2013

“Y/n!” Derek shouted for you as you stepped off the elevator. “Hey!” you smiled at him. “What’s the plan for Valentine’s Day, pretty lady ?” you chuckled and shook your head.

“No plans Der, what about you ? A hot date?” you wiggled your eyebrows, making him laugh.

“I haven't quite figured out yet, I'll let you know” You smiled before walking up to Hotch’s office to drop off some papers while Derek headed to his desk.

It was a relatively quiet day at the office, mostly paperwork. It was around lunchtime that Derek worked up the courage to ask you on a date. “Coffee for the pretty lady” he set the mug on your desk, you smiled at him. “Thank you D” he nodded, leaning on your desk.

“Still no plans?” you asked him while taking a sip, he laughed.

“I came over here hoping that I could change my lack of plans” he looked at you, a smile on his face.

“Meaning?” you looked up at him

“Meaning, would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?”

You coughed, nearly choking on your coffee. “You okay ?” he asked you, you nodded. “Yeah sorry, I'm fine but yes, I will go on a date with you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I've gotta go to the bathroom” He smiled and you smiled at him before walking out of the bullpen. You headed straight to Penelope’s office.

“Penny!” you squealed.

“y/n!” she squealed back, “what’s going on sugar?”

“Derek asked me on a date” you gave her a small smile

“What?!” She stood up, pulling you into a hug “Details! What are you gonna wear? Where are you guys going? Are you gonna do the nasty ? Wait, don’t answer that. Surprise me on that one.”

You laughed, “the red dress you got me for Christmas, no idea maybe dinner ? and I doubt we’ll be doing it”

February 14th, 2013

There was a knock on the front door as you walked down the stairs. “It’s open!” you shouted, Derek came into view shutting the door behind him. “You look.. wow” he had a bunch of red roses in his hand. You smiled, “thank you, you look wow too” he chuckled and handed the flowers to you,

“These are for you”

“Thank you, they're beautiful. Let me put them in a vase and we can go?”

He nodded and sat on your steps while you headed to the kitchen. You came back a few minutes later and the two of you headed out. Derek took you to a little restaurant in the city, it wasn’t in central D.C but still in the city. It was quiet and the two of you sat outside. Dinner was quiet, you had normal small talk, sharing your plans for the summer and Derek told you about his trip to see his mom.

“Y/n, can I tell you something?” Derek’s hand rested on yours, you nodded for him to continue.

“I like-” “Sir, here's your cheque” the waiter smiled at you two, leaving it on the table. You held back a giggle, “you were saying?” you looked at him.

“I like you, like really like you. I’ve felt this way for a while and I figured after everything you’ve been through you deserve someone that would take care of you, treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I hope I could be that person” he looked back at you.

“I like you too, Derek and I would love for you to be that person”

March 18th, 2015

Rossi insisted that everyone come over after the last case to unwind. Your life had been going well lately, you and Derek had been together for a little over 2 years. You had told him to go over to Rossi’s without you and you would get a ride with Hotch.

Hotch picked you up a little after 8. “Sorry, I had to help Jack with something before dropping him at Jessica’s.” “Oh that’s alright, thanks for picking me up.” He nodded and drove to Rossi’s. Hotch wasn't one for small talk but today he was.

“How are things with you and Morgan ?”

“Good actually”

“He makes you happy ?”

“He does”

“Good, you deserve happiness y/n”

“Thank you Aaron, so do you. Maybe it's time for you to start trying to find someone” you suggested. “It’s been a while since Haley and I know she was your first love but she would want you to be happy.” you looked over at him, he had a small smile on his face.

“Actually, I started seeing someone”

“What? Really? Tell me more”

He laughed and pulled in Rossi’s driveway. “Maybe another time, let’s go in” He got out of the car and waited for you before heading to the door. Rossi let you both in, but the house was empty. “Where’s everyone ?” you asked, Rossi looked over at Hotch and smiled, the two of them led you to the backyard. “You guys aren't going to kill me right?” Aaron gave you a look to stop your nonsense making you laugh. Everyone stood in the backyard with Derek in the middle of them.

“What’s going on?” you looked around

Derek stepped forward, “y/n..” he got on one knee, your jaw dropped, literally.

“You know I love you, I'd go to the end of the earth and back for you. You have shown me what happiness and love looks like and you bring out the best in me. Make me the happiest man and marry me?”

“yes, of course” you laughed, he got up and pulled you into a hug before slipping the ring on your finger.

December 24th, 2016

“How do I look? Is my veil crooked ?” you looked over at him, Hotch shook his head. “You look perfect y/n” he smiled at you which made you smile. The bridal march began.

“Too late to run away ?” you looked over as you hooked your arm with his.

“Too late to run away. Are you ready?” he asked and you nodded.

The doors opened, Derek stood at the end of the aisle. Rossi stood beside him as your officiant and Spencer on the other side of him as his best man. Penelope was across from them as your maid of honour. Aaron walked you down the aisle, handing you off to Derek. Aaron kissed your cheek, “be good to her Derek, she’s precious”

You looked out into the crowd to see JJ, Will and their boys with Emily beside them, Hotch sat beside Jack and Beth was on the other side of Jack. Derek’s mom and his sisters were in the front. Rossi started to speak when everyone settled down.

“As someone who’s been married multiple times, I'm an expert”

“4 times!” Emily pointed out

“It was only 3 but anyways, we’re here today to honour these two beautiful people and watch them commit themselves to each other. I’ll keep my part short, do you have vows?” Rossi looked over at you and you nodded.

“You guys know what saying, whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same? Whenever I hear that, I think of us. From the day I met you, I realized you were special. You made me laugh and smile like no one had ever done before. You were there for me when I gave up, when I needed someone to be there for me. You helped me get back on my feet, you taught me what real love looks like, what happiness feels like and what it feels like to truly be loved” you looked at Derek and smiled, he was wiping away the tears. “Everyday, I'm thankful for you because you make me who I am, I'm complete when I'm with you.” You squeezed his hand and gave him a smile.

“I don't know how you’re going to top that” Rossi patted his back, making Derek chuckle.

“As you said, from the day I met you, I knew you were special, but our love story didn’t begin until that day in the hospital, exactly 6 years ago today. You were injured and I sat in your room on Christmas Eve, you were trying to get me to go home and I told you that there’s nowhere I would rather be because you’re the one I choose, always. Through space and time and back, I'll find my way back to you and choose you. There’s no one else for me y/n, so I promise to you here today in front of our family that I will love you with no bounds because you give me hope, give me joy, and make me a better man.”

After that, there was not a dry eye in that room, even Hotch teared up. “I think you beat me” you whispered to him.

“Well, I've watched these two grow and fall in love with each other over the last 6 years and I've been very lucky to see that. I remember the day Derek told Spencer that he was taking y/n on a date and when Derek came to me to ask me to use the house for the proposal. These two were meant to be and by the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife. you may- oh you’re already kissing” Rossi laughed.

Derek held your hand as the two of you made your way back down the aisle, now as Mr and Mrs. Morgan.

Actually as, Agent and Agent Morgan.

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Mat gets all my love and kindness!! I will never understand how he does the things that he does /pos

Also I just found out what /lh means!! I was so confused whenever you used it so I finally looked it up and 'Light-hearted' makes so much more sense whatever I was reading it as

I will give Matt all the hug gifs I can find if I ever get into contact with him, and that is a promise

Hahahaha i am in the middle of them if I'm guessing what finals are!! We just have external exams and internal exams, and external exams are the ones at the end of the year so I'm assuming that's what they are. My next exam is on Thursday for English!! I can wait to get it over and done with, I feel like you would enjoy unfamiliar (basically just unpacking the 3 texts given but you don't know what they are before hand), but it does get annoying because to pass you have to identify some techniques in the text, but if you forget about them but kmow they were there, then you fail

You take care of yourself too!!

And yeah, it's totally fine to post them with my blog!! I never figured out how to send in the Anon submission and when I tried it. Didn't have the option. So maybe I'm just in my un observant time but for thhe meantime I'm too lazy to check again and redo the submission because. I don't remember what was in there.

Actually converting time in new Zealand is pretty easy!! We don't really think about the rest of the world unless it's a show/movie coming out in a streaming service so we just take a day off, most of the time it'd be coming out at around midnight anyway

Oh god, I don't think I could deal with even more daylight savings....

Unrelated but I am proud of myself!! I just drew my first passable child!! And it's mermaid!! And it's in a side profile!! I am!! So happy!! It's intended to be my blog header

-Heathen

Okay so please forgive me for not answering this one for a while--I had already confirmed Matt was okay and this seemed like it was veering more into conversational territory so I could put it off and focus on more pressing things in the moment. But now I have the time!!

Yes, Matt gets all the love! He's incredible and I love being friends and talking to him (though I forget to respond to messages a lot, but he's patient). And such a creative mind!! All the au's and the ways he thinks about characters and does something new with them in all the stories and writings...immaculate!! Show stopping!

also congrats on discovering that specific tone indicator! I use them fairly often, but mostly the common ones (/j /s /lh and /gen) though I do occasionally venture into other tone tags as needed. I try not to overuse them though, so you may see older posts that have tone tags in unnecessary places because I was playing around with when I liked to use them.

I don't think I've sent Matt a hug gif recently, but now I want to.

Also I hope your exams went well! I've never heard them called internal and external, but either way exams are annoying to take. I don't remember exactly what I had to do for my exams during the time you sent this ask, but I passed all my classes and exams so I don't think it really matters. I might enjoy the unfamiliar exam, or however you would call it, but then again exams and time limits are icky. I usually do fine in English exams, I just overthink things and that's where I get stuff wrong because I create a bigger problem in my head than what it's asking me to answer. I don't have english this semester though! Then again I think I have the SAT this semester and that's. basically a giant english and math test. I haven't even looked at my psat scores yet, even though those were made available on december 6th. I simply am ignoring them until I can't anymore.

also good!! I know i have posted those things in question as of answering it, but thank you for the confirmation. I try to be very careful about posting things people send that aren't on anon, as I never know whether or not it was supposed to be. There are a few people who consistently send me asks off anon, so I'm not worried about them--but for the people who are usually on anon who suddenly aren't I always like to ask, give people other options to protect their identity if they so choose.

As for the anon submission thing, I'm pretty sure I've enabled that. I've sent myself a test on anon and it worked. You need to either be logged out or on incognito in order to do the things you need to to send the submission. it's the same as what you would do visiting my account if you didn't have a tumblr. I know it's possible, but apologies that it's giving you so much trouble.

Interesting that converting time is easier for you! I get so annoyed at converting between time zones because I try and remember off the top of my head but I never know just how many hours to change and in what direction, and then I always doubt my math the entire time. When I attended Shannon's online event I was wound up for like 2 hours before just like "oh fuck oh fuck I hope I mathed the time right." I did and was panicking over nothing, but still!! Anxiety really beat my ass that day--got a lot of information out of it though so it's chill.

I don't remember what the daylight savings conversation was talking about but if it involved more daylight savings I don't want it. I don't like daylight savings at all--either of them!! I don't care if I get an extra hour, because it's the same as the time zone thing and the entire day I'm like "wow sure hope everyone else is doing this daylight savings thing" as if I am somehow the only person in the world who has changed times. I always worry if I got the day wrong despite my phone updating automatically.

Congratulations on the mermaid!! I haven't drawn anything in a while but I distinctly remember that profiles were always really hard. It was just so much easier to do things facing forward or slightly to the side. Everything about profiles changes how you have to approach them, so kudos to you!! I think the profile drawing I'm most proud of is this Marella one which is actually one of my favorites of all time. It's an old one with several elements I'd like to change, but I still love it.

As of answering this I haven't checked to see if the mermaid is your blog header, but if it is then nice!! drawing profiles is always so satisfying when you finally get it to look right

#I know it took me like 2 months to answer this but I did send your kind words to matt as soon as I got this ask #specifically because I knew I wouldn't answer it for a while #I don't remember exactly what he said but it was appreciative and loving!!#I'm staring to make progress in my asks now and trying to get through them more efficiently #and trying to get to the oldest first #i've got a little under a dozen from november #so maybe with this longer weekend I can really get through a few!!#though I am also trying to catch up on writing #and tomorrow is a chapter day for the wings ai!!#*au #I think #yes it is. wow there will be 3 chapters this month.#quil's queries #heathen nonsie

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Where are you??

Destiel Meta. Still swimming in subtext. Bi!Dean meta.

15x07 Last Call

Hello my friends!!! Well maybe like clowns we were expecting some textualism about Dean's bisexuality, but we didn't get that, we are still swimming in subtext, juicy and wonderful subtext, but it won't lead us to Destiel canon. So, I hope we will get some more aggresive approaching to it from the writers in the following episodes.

Now, saying this, let's start with the meta.

B's Bar, Angela and another Destiel mirror

We had two girls, one very drunk, helped by Angela, this nice girl, and her best friend, coming out from a bar named B's bar... And if you pay attention to this scene, the blonde friend almost kissed in the lips to Angela. And Angela says NO MORE GUYS. Like an advice, but with her drunken friend trying to kiss her, and coming out the B's bar, it looked like Angela saying DON'T CHOOSE MORE GUYS, I'M HERE.

Let's rewind this, when Dean came to the kitchen, Sam offered him bacon... And he rejected it. He rejected bacon, people!!! Something that he loves, but he rejects now.

Same thing with the woman at the bar that was permanently flirting with him, trying to get from him some signal... And Dean was rejecting it, just like the bacon. Why? We know why, he already is taken. He had changed. He doesn't want to hook up with waitress, he wants Castiel. So now, rejecting bacon or women, is like natural for him. No more women!

Now, back to the Destiel mirror, we had a kidnapping, and Angela's vanished.

When Dean found the girl at the bar, he interrogates her, but Lee, his friend, called him, and the words he says, I think we were in front of another Cas/the Empty foreshadow here... "She went without saying goodbye?" "Well, maybe she deserved it."

Wow, rude, but... What if... Cas is taken by the Empty, and there's no time to say goodbye... ? Someone would say those rides words... Maybe Dean deserved it? No please...

A lot of Bi!Dean subtext

At the beginning not the episode, we had Dean locked in his room, with a lot of empty beer bottles, drinking, depressed, looking for a case. He needs to clear his head... What is that supposed to mean?

He had just discovered he doesn't know what's Chuck and what isn't, okay? So he needs to think about it. One of the things he did because of thinking Chuck was manipulating everything, was pushing Castiel away. So now, he has a lot of doubts about if that was good or not, he needs to know if pushing away Castiel was a good decision...

When he first arrived to the town, he found a sheriff, a very particular sheriff that hint on him!!!!! And Dean is like in awe, and flustered! Because the sheriff keeps smiling and flirting and finally he called Dean GOOD-LOOKING!! Okay...

In Swayze's bar, he found the waitress that kept flirting with him the whole episode, even if Dean felt honored, as we could see in his face, he wasn't interested, and sometimes he seemed uncomfortable with the waitress flirting to him.

But we just had... One man (sheriff) and one woman (waitress) openly flirting with Dean. With bi!flag Lighting all over the place aaaaand Lee eye fucking/loving at him the whole episode, Dean was doing the same... A lot of love in those eyes, my dears... Making us feel there was something more there... Just in subtext. But he'll they looked at each other with such love I can't even describe it!

Lee was the bar's owner (just like Dean's dream in 14x10) with this girl (like Pamela) so we could say... They were Dean's female and male portions in his head, just like in Rocky's bar. Agus, i will need the gif set with the parallel here...

Lee was dressed in blue (Castiel's color) by the way...

They talked about a sexual party, Dean mentioned twins... But Lee recalled they were three... No genre was mentioned, so yes. In the same table were sitting two guy and one woman. Let your imagination fly... Bi!Dean subtext again.

Lee was inviting him the whole time to retirement and to enjoy life, because... Dean had saved a lot of people and it was time to stop because he deserves to be saved too...

You think you don't deserve to be saved?

At night the bar was shinning in Bi colored flag light, but when it was the morning, the colors of the walls and curtains were green and blue!!!!!! Dean and Cas!

Okay, I'll stop here because i will talk about Visual narrative in my next meta.

Where are you?

Castiel came back to the bunker because he had a plan, but when things doesn't work well, he calls Dean... A lot of times. But Dean didn't answer... Just like a cheating husband. Cas lost his temper and he even shouts WHERE ARE YOU!? At the phone.

So many times Dean asked that to CAS... Didn't he? Will he ask this again when Castiel will be taken by the Empty without saying goodbye to him? Sorry... *Runs away*.

Now...that Samleen holding hands and Castiel interrupting, okay, I won't say a thing but... It looks like foreshadow to me too... (Sue me bc I'm still waiting for a Destiel holding hands and maybe Sam interrupting, because is a vicious circle my friends...)

Cas is still hurted

When Dean appeared at the bunker, Castiel's face is about surprise, relief, and a hint of heart eyes, Dean is acting as if nothing had happened between them, just like I expected to occur, because is his way to avoid things. But this time it won't work, because CAS recalls immediately Dean's hard words and the last call, and he recalls that THEY DIDN'T PART FRIENDS (this quote from episode 7x17 when they came back to see each other after the break up in season 6).

So, Cas changed his face, and he just threw a few words, and leaves, quickly. Dean senses this, and he just grimaced, okay... What did you expect, Dean? Things are not good. You need to use your words!

Thanks @agusvedder for this gifs!!! Hdjdjddkdhdmf

To Conclude

We had a Destiel mirror with those two girls, and maybe a foreshadow of what is about to come with the Empty and Castiel.

Dean needed to be alone to clean his head, because he needs to know what is real and what's not in their lives.

Dean's hunt was full of bi subtext, still swimming in subtext, bi flags lighting, love/eye fucking with his old friend, been hinted by a man and a woman. Dialogues full of bi subtext.

Dean rejecting bacon and woman, is a sign of how he had grown up, and how being in love with Castiel had changed him. He doesn't want a one night ride, he needs a whole life love.

Cas is still hurted, and Dean is acting as if it was nothing, he needs to face it and finally talk with honesty to fix things with Cas.

I hope you like this, I see you in my next meta! 😘💕

Tagging @metafest @gneisscastiel @emblue-sparks@mrsaquaman187 @magnificent-winged-beast @agusvedder @weirddorkylittlediana @michyribeiro @whyjm @legendary-destiel @a-bit-of-influence @thatwitchydestielfan @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @savannadarkbaby @angelneedshunter @trickster-archangel @dea-stiel @mybonsai1976 @anarchiana @angelwithashotgunandtrenchcoat @trashblackrainbow @destielshipper221b @mishtho @dancingtuesdaymorning @feathered-castiel @bre95611 @zoerayne2426 @justmeand-myinsight @that-one-fandom-chick @proccastinate @studio-hatter @pepevons @liwopanyaasss @poorreputation

Buenos Aires December 6th 2019 12:10 AM

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Come home • Hwang Hyunjin

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

WARNING: kinda angst?

↝Word count: 2k

A/N: Imagine it's around 1940 - 1950

You were slowly dancing in the living room, all alone, while the jazz music from the record player flowed through the house into your ears, making you breath in a small bubble of nostalgic and happiness. Your beloved friend, Seungmin, was taking care of your children, well informed of the special evening so you decided to embrace yourself with your traditional ritual.

You arrived home pretty late, tired of working all day, although, the warm feeling of your home inviting you to relax on that special day was very promising, so nothing could stop you from opening that bottle of red wine, taking off your hurtful shoes and setting the music up. It brought you a bit of tranquility in a whole industrialized country where working was the first priority for safety.

You glanced at every little detail around you, the shelves where pictures and some toys rested, paintings that your children did gathered over the floor, promises made on those walls that will never be true… and so, you finally saw it. It was a small velvet box covered with a few dust particles. You slowly stepped near it and grabbed it with your free hand.

You sighed and opened.

It’s a special evening, you remembered.

“March 20th.

Today is a special day, right? How are you doing? Are you eating well? This nostalgic is sickening the walls from our place, darling. Can you imagine the green walls getting darker and darker each time we say your name? We know you probably won’t read this on time but… happy birthday! It’s the first one away from us… How does it feel? Do you miss us? Sure you do, mister 'I love mi family so much I'll die for them'. That letter was cute, to be honest.

Anyway, remember we’re happy for you! Oh, and Rodie wrote a poem for you, it says ‘One day I’ll be tall, one day I’ll be strong, one day I’ll be like you, that day might be soon’. Isn’t it cute?! He misses you so much, I really hope you’re okay. Stay safe and you’ll come home very soon.

Yours forever,

Y/N ”

“April 19th.

Today, Rodie wanted to go stargazing, he said he saw a shooting star and wished you were here. Then, he cried because he was pretty sure that saying the wish out loud won’t make it happen, but I made sure to let him know that we will see you soon, Jinnie! You know... while I looked at the stars, all I could think was you, you and your beauty, you and your kindness, you and only you...

Your eyes are watching the same sky as we are, did you know? So basically we’re all stargazing together! We still have this, tho haha.

You’re the brightest star of all the galaxy, darling. Also, thanks for your letter and the little poem, Rodie was bragging about it at school all the week, even the teacher said he should stop but he’s a proud boy showing how much you care about him.

Anyway, stay safe.

Yours forever,

Y/N.”

“April 27th

I got fever for the whole week, Jinnie, my sister took care of me the whole time, don’t worry! Yet, as I was sleeping with the delusional heat, I suddenly felt your warm arms around my waist, back hugging me while we sleep. I could listen to your heartbeat, and I was trying to match mine with yours. And I heard you whispered that you'll be here soon! Was it all a dream? I wish you were here.

Sometimes I dream you’d touch my belly and ask if I'm doing okay, if we are doing okay. And I’d say that you don’t need to worry about the growing life that’s getting stronger everyday inside of me, we've been through this before, this is just another round!

I didn’t want to wake up, however, Rodie asked to write you something again since we didn’t received a response from the previous one. He says ‘Dad! Did you know that elephants can’t jump?! And that pandas can be 12 hours eating?! I once ate for three hours because mom’s food is awful but I couldn’t throw it away, I love her too much... When are you coming home? Uncle Chan just arrived and he said he was with you for a couple of days but you had to go to another place… Where are you know? Take care, goodnight, Dad!’

He learned a lot today… I hope you’re doing fine and come home soon, love. We’ll wait for your letter.

Yours forever,

Y/N and Rodie.”

“May 14th

Your best friend Chan came home today, he says I’m getting fatter and I almost punched him in the face. Well, he’s not wrong, I hope you’d be here when the time comes.

Some days I miss you more than others, but some days I miss myself more than you… I can’t recognize myself in the mirror if you’re not here, my love. Rodie wakes up every morning asking for his daddy but he knows you’re doing your best. Be safe, Jinnie… We love you.

Yours forever,

Y/N. "

“May 25th

Once again I’m standing here with my tainted fingers, today is colder than yesterday but warmer than the day before… I keep searching for answers to an unsaid question, and all I can think about is you, your soft lips against my cheeks, your bright smile making my heart skip beats, your loud laugh catching everyone’s attention, your sweet voice asking me to dance with you even if there was no music playing… Gosh, even if you're not here I fall in love more and more with you. I miss you...

We’re waiting for you, my love. It’s been a while since we got one of your letters but I’m certain you’re getting ours… We love you! Come home!

Yours forever,

Y/N.”

“June 30th

Today… Today was a nightmare, Hyunjin. I couldn't bring myself to write this but ... I found a letter at the mail station a month ago, it was from someone called Seungmin, he said you worked together for a while… I waited a month to write this but here it is.

I’ll never forget you for doing this, Hyunjin. My heart is broken, I don’t think my tears will ever stop from falling, I feel like dying whenever I look at your pictures and… I can’t do this anymore. Even when I know you’ll never read this, I need to write to you because, someday, this feelings would get to you in a way, meanwhile, I’ll let myself suffer because of what you did...

Yours,

Y/N.”

“July 6th

I yelled at Rodie today… He was demanding to see you but I can’t, not now. Chan visited us, he told me to stay strong but how? Does he even know how much a broken heart can swell and tear you apart from the pain? Does he know how difficult it is to breath when your chest is constantly on fire? It’s killing me inside every second, Hyunjin. I don’t want this, I don’t like to feel this way when I know you can’t feel anything… I don’t want to tell Chan how I feel… I… I’m broken because of you.

Y/N.”

“July 13th

My sister looked at my belly and she cried… You made my sister cry, Hwang Hyunjin… You make me cry every single time of the day… I know you probably would be so sad knowing this, knowing you’re the reason I walk numbly from a place to another, the reason why Rodie can’t sleep, the reason why Chan and my sister have to take care of us. I said I don’t need their help but they insisted, they always do.

Now we’re having a beautiful dinner with your favorite food, my speciality… I miss you, and I know someday I’ll feel better, but right know I want to die slowly and painfully, it would hurt less than this mess.

Y/N.”

“July 19th

I finally stopped crying, Jinnie… but everything feels wrong. It feels… empty… my heart…

Rodie won’t talk to me anymore after we fought, he speaks more to Chan than me. I don’t know what to do and I know you won’t answer, but… what should I do?

Oh, we met Seungmin today, he visited us supresily. He’s kind. He told us about your stories together. After he left, I cried one more time… Listening how considerate you were with him… I love you.

You know? This is not what I asked for. If you would ask, I would give all for rewriting an ending or two for the family that I knew, for the girl I used to be… For being yours one more time.

Yours forever?

Y/N.”

“September 16th

Hi… Her name is Sam. Did you remember when we were joking about that name? I must say, she deserves that name. She looks like me, but she has your little mole below her eye and I kissed it, they same way I used to kiss yours. Congratulations, Jinnie, you have a daughter! (...)”

The music stopped playing a while ago, and the only sound filling the house was your little sobbs reminiscing the whole escenario.

“Ugh…

I can’t do this anymore... “

“December 24th

Rodie wrote a letter to Santa. He asked for his dad, he asked to turn back time and stopped this, but he realized destiny is very machiavellian and sometimes, wishes won’t come true.

By the way… Your friend Seungmin, he volunteered to take care of us, he said he owned you this for saving his life one time, he’s really generous. He saw how lonely I was and he’s trying to put a smile on my face, but only Sam and Rodie can do that. Sam, Rodie and you.

The idea of you still next to us as a family... that hunts me everyday. How beautiful would that be? Sam would climb to your back till she can see everything from your height. Rodie would make me chase him and ask for ice cream, and I’ll eventually buy ice cream for everyone… Hyunjin, I miss you so freaking much… this is just so unfair...

Yours forever,

Y/N, Rodie and Sam.”

“December 31st

Hyunjin, happy new year… The war is over! I miss you more than I miss the old me, now, when I look at the mirror, sometimes I don’t even know who’s the one in front of me, all I know is that my heart belongs to you and will always be yours. Sam is getting bigger every month! She started to make weird baby noises trying to repeat my voice. Also, she loves music! She moves her little body when we play music.

We all wish you were here. This is the first December without you. I can't keep asking you this because is impossible... Come home, baby.

Missing you,

Your family. "

“February 14th

Rodie got lots of candies from a lot of girls and boys in his class! They said he looked like his handsome father and they’re not lying, my love. Happy Valentine's Day.

This is going to be one of the last letters I’ll write for you, not because I don’t love you anymore, ok? It’s because I think it’s time to keep the good memories we made in my head, my safeplace. And writing this is a reminder of you being gone. I don't like that, you're here with me.

I took Sam and Rodie to the first place we met, the college cafeteria! Rodie hated it for a second, then he got a lot of attention and felt like the prince he is. Sam slept all the time placed in my chest, I love her… she’s so calm… I wish she knew how much her father loved her without even being born… We love you, Hyunjin.

Yours forever,

Hwang Family.”

“March 20th

Happy birthday, my love!

I know you can’t love me anymore, but you did it once and, for me, it meant the whole world. So, now. my love for you stays still as if it was the first time we said ‘I love you’... I was shaking so much that day… Thank you for loving me the way you did, thank you for giving me the opportunity to raise a family next to you. You’re gone, but you’ll always be in our hearts and minds, I’ll be sure to talk to Sam about you non-stop.

You broke my heart by losing your life that day. I know it was for your country… that doesn’t mean you lost your family or friends, we will always remember your laugh, your face, your warmth, your cute smile, your bright eyes, the ways words came easily from your mouth, the way you showed your love so intense, the way you existed was... wholesome.

I love you, Hwang Hyunjin… And, like the old times…

Please,

Come home.

Your one and only.”

(....)

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Queen live at Palace Theatre in Manchester, UK - October 30, 1974

(x)

This is the beginning of Queen's first full-scale European tour.

Tonight are the first performances of new songs from Sheer Heart Attack: Now I'm Here, Flick Of The Wrist, In The Lap Of The Gods, Bring Back That Leroy Brown, and In The Lap Of The Gods...Revisited (Stone Cold Crazy had already been performed as far back as 1970). Now I'm Here would be a staple in their set, performed at virtually every show hereafter, making it the song they performed most frequently throughout the years - it was clearly a unanimous band favourite, as it is the only song they performed more than Bohemian Rhapsody.

This is the first show where Queen employed the use of delay on Freddie's voice - at the beginning of Now I'm Here. The band sound a bit nervous at the beginning of the show tonight, so Now I'm Here isn't quite the most brilliant version ever played. Still, the band are surely happy to be back on stage, especially Brian May who has made a full recovery from his health issues.

On the Sheer Heart Attack tour, Freddie would be seen singing the line "Now I'm here" on one side of the stage amidst the darkness and dry ice, and a few bars later, at "Now I'm there," he would "appear" on the other side of the stage (a member of the crew would be dressed in an identical Zandra Rhodes outfit to the one worn by Freddie), giving a very dramatic effect.

Although they no longer open the show with Father To Son, the first few bars of the song are still on playback.

Brian, introducing Flick Of The Wrist, the other side of the Killer Queen single (it was a double A-side): "You probably may know, we have a little single out at the moment, and this is the one you don't usually hear on the radio."

These also the earliest known live performances of White Queen and The March Of The Black Queen. White Queen would be a bit stripped down when played live (like the BBC session recorded on April 3), and only a small portion of The March Of The Black Queen would be performed on stage as part of the medley. Queen would perform a medley of songs on most tours from here onward, and tonight it would debut in their set.

The medley on this tour consists of In The Lap Of The Gods, Killer Queen, The March Of The Black Queen, and Bring Back That Leroy Brown (including Brian playing the banjo solo, as heard on the album). For this tour and the 1975 North American tour, Killer Queen is a very abbreviated version, as it is only one verse and a chorus, leading right into the guitar solo (which was never performed in full, as it was physically impossible to reproduce all of those layers of guitars live). They began performing the second verse of the song in Japan. In an interview for "Disc" with Rosemary Horide just prior to the tour, Brian May frankly said, "I'm not sure whether we'll be doing Killer Queen because it could be rather an unexciting number to stage, but we'll certainly do some of the others." Indeed, there was a certain delicacy of the song that they never were able to replicate live.

Brian now uses two analog delays when performing his solo spot in Son And Daughter, something that has become a trademark of his. Even though the guitar solo was heard in Brighton Rock on the Sheer Heart Attack album, the song wouldn't be heard on stage until late 1975.

On this tour, Freddie sings the verses of In The Lap Of The Gods...Revisited in falsetto in the higher octave, as on the studio version. A great example of this can be seen on the Live At The Rainbow video. For the next few years, the song would be performed with dry ice, and it also introduced pyrotechnics to their show, as on the very last note, it would very dramatically signal the end of the set proper. The song would remain in Queen's show into 1977, and would be revived for their final tour in 1986.

The encore on this tour is a medley of Big Spender, Modern Times Rock 'n' Roll, and Jailhouse Rock. See What A Fool I've Been would be used as a second encore a few times the following spring in Japan.

Queen now use their own recorded version of the British national anthem, God Save The Queen, as their exit music - although on this tour it plays about minute after they've left the stage. Brian May's arrangement (recorded just a few days earlier on October 27) would also close out their international breakthrough album, A Night At The Opera. The ritual of leaving the stage to this piece of music would last well over 40 years, into the Paul Rodgers and Adam Lambert eras.

In addition to his Fender Strat, Brian now has an additional spare guitar - a Les Paul. But Brian ultimately wouldn't be satisfied with its sound. After this tour he would have a copy of the Red Special built for him by luthier John Birch. Brian used the Birch copy as his backup until he smashed it at a concert in 1982.

The third photo was taken by Howard Barlow.

Fan Stories

“To be honest, I can't remember much about the concert but the build up and after effects have stayed with me to this day. It was 1974 and Glam Rock was in its swan song. I was a nine year old boy who loved seeing bands like Slade and The Sweet on Top of the Pops and had decided to buy 'Tiger Feet' by Mud. On the way to purchase my first single with my 17 year old brother, he suggested that 'Tiger Feet' was for 'teenyboppers' and that I should get 'Seven Seas of Rhye' by a new band called Queen instead, who I had never heard of. After much deliberation, I put my trust in his judgement and bought the Queen single. At first it seemed a bit heavy, but later I began to love it and all things Queen. When my brother suggested going to see Queen in concert, I jumped at the chance. The concert was to promote their latest album, Sheer Heart Attack, and Manchester was the first date. Imagine that now, not one but two superb albums released in the same year (Queen II and S.H.A.) with tours to match! Ahh, those were the days. At the Palace Theatre, I wondered why nobody seemed very interested in the support band Hustler, but we found our seats, caught their set, then waited through the break for Queen to come on stage. My memory is of the theatre rapidly filling up in the following 30 minutes or so, and as it did, so did my feelings of excitement and anticipation. When the house lights suddenly went off, there was a huge roar from the audience and everybody stood up, meaning that this 9 year old couldn't really see much of the stage! I wasn't familiar with many of the songs but I do remember three aspects of the concert in particular. Firstly, the music was the loudest thing I had ever heard, and secondly, the sound was punctuated throughout the gig with huge explosions and flashes of light, accompanied by clouds of white smoke. The other thing that caught my eye was Freddie Mercury himself. He started the concert dressed all in white, finished it wearing all black attire, and never stood still for a single second of it, apart from when he was sat at the piano. He was constantly cavorting from stage left to stage right, then from the front of the stage towards the back and up onto Roger's drum riser and back down again. When I also considered his powerful voice and proficient piano playing, even as someone still at Junior School, I realised I was watching somebody very special indeed. When the concert finally ended and the house lights came on, everyone poured out onto the street, and I experienced mixed emotions on the way home. On the down side, I was upset at the ringing in my ears, but my brother assured me that it would pass. Much more enduring was the feeling that I had just experienced my first rock concert and what an astonishing experience it had been. After this gig, I believe that I had cramped my brother's style and he never took me to see another concert. I had to wait until I was 16 to go and see Queen again, which was on 6th December 1980 in Birmingham. That was the concert that truly blew my mind and converted me into a lifelong Queen fan. But the seed had been sown six years before and will stay with me forever.” - Lee Unal

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen concerts

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