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https-florals · 1 year

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thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me - j.m.

summary: if there was a contest for the world’s stupidest teenagers, you and jj would take first place.

word count: 3.1k??? i got a little carried away

warnings: a little language.

a/n: childhood best friends to lovers, a little argument, tiniest bit of angst. WHOLEEE lotta fluff. reading it back, im starting to wonder if it really flows together or if it even makes sense, but i think its cute and i liked writing it!! as always, likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. i adore you all!!

“Can I crash at your place tonight?” JJ blurts out the question, almost like he’s scared of the answer.

The two of you are headed away from a long day of surfing, your hair tangled and a little crunchy from the saltwater. You probably would have stayed out later, if it weren’t for how nasty the waves were getting. JJ had gotten pushed under and scraped against a reef, and you had slipped and landed facefirst into the side of your board, both of your accidents resulting in some pretty nasty cuts. Some old 2000s playlist is playing through the aux, and you’re driving while JJ holds a can of beer to your busted lip.

“Or..” he swallows. “Maybe until your parents get back? They’re outta town for like another three days, right?

You give him a sidelong glance and push the can away, your lip numb from the coldness. JJ isn’t the type to ask favors, so you’re a little taken aback. You don’t ask questions though; you just nod. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You pause, and then grin, saying, “You scared my daddy would run you off with a shotgun if he was home?”

He huffs and shoves the corner of a towel into your face. “Your lip’s bleeding again, dumbass. And no. He just scares me a little.”

Swatting him away and laughing, you go back to the subject of him staying at your house. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You can stay as long as you need. Plus, that gives me a chance to make sure you don’t let those cuts get infected.” You gesture to the raw skin on his torso.

“I don’t need you to take care of me,” he scoffs, but the way he runs his hand over his side and winces isn’t lost on you.

By the time you pull into your driveway, it’s started to rain. Beams from the sunset hit the droplets just perfectly, and a rainbow stretches over the cut. It’s so pretty, and if your neck wasn’t so sore and if JJ wasn’t so cut up you would’ve taken the opportunity to pull him out in the rain and force him to dance with you. But he is trying to pick up the cooler and the towels and take it all inside himself, so you run around to the trunk and nudge him away. “Stop! Just grab the towels, you’re too bruised up to lift that.” Wedging yourself between him and the trunk, you set the cooler down on the gravel.

“C’mon,” he sighs, saying your name entreatingly. “No bruise is gonna mess with these.” JJ flexes and grins, and you glare at him.

“Never do that again. If you want to keep me as a friend, you will never flex in front of me again.” You’re only half-joking.

He fake-yawns and stretches, making sure to flex again when you look back up at him. “I know, you can’t even stand to be around a sex god like me.”

You look at him, jaw dropped in faux horror, and shake your head. “That’s it. Maybank, you can go stay at the Chateau.”

“I’ll tell John B you just couldn’t keep your hands off me,” he teases, leaning against you and making kissy noises into your ear.

You are giggling between fake gags, pushing him away gently. “Get your shit and go inside, freak,” you laugh as you tug the cooler into the garage.

Kicking your sandals off by the door,you grab some antibacterial soap, and then check under the sink for peroxide and bandages.

When JJ comes inside, you’re diluting a little cup of the peroxide with water. Pushing that and the soap towards him, you say, “Go shower and flush the cuts out with that-” you tap the cup- “then scrub with the soap. It’s gonna hurt like a bitch, but it’ll get worse if it gets infected.”

He frowns, and takes them. “Okay, nurse.”

You both take fast showers, and soon the two of you are back in the living room. You’re wearing borrowed boxers and a big tshirt, and JJ has on the clothes he left last time he came over. Your mother always insists on doing your friends’ laundry, and thank God she does.

“Sit on the couch,” you instruct JJ, pouring some antiseptic onto cotton pads.

“I can do it myself,” he huffs, but he doesn’t make any more complaints when you climb over him and straddle one of his legs. In fact, he’s staring at you with a kind of awe in his expression.

“Lift your shirt up,” you command, looking at him with a stony expression.

He rolls his eyes, but obeys, hands a little shaky as he pulls up the fabric and you begin to clean the wound.

JJ hisses at the stinging, his muscles contracting and shifting under your fingertips.

You shush him and readjust so you’re sitting a little higher on his thigh rather than his knee. “Breathe, JJ.” Mentally, you’re telling yourself to breathe too. You’re just helping your best friend. Your heart shouldn’t be racing like it is.

One of his hands balls into a fist, and the other lands on your waist, grasping the worn fabric of your tee. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his lips are parted as he tilts his head back and groans.

You’re shameless in the way you’re staring at him. Maybe you shouldn’t find him in pain so very attractive, but- you’re just observing. You’re not even paying attention to what you're doing anymore as you wipe the cotton haphazardly over his cuts; you just watch the way his jaw tenses and relaxes. He opens one eye, and you jump slightly, heat infusing into your cheeks.

“Distracted?” he teases.

You scoff in response, bandaging up his cuts and climbing off of him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

JJ doesn’t press it any further; he just smirks and leans back onto the couch.

It’s getting late, the cloudy sky turning deep, dusky amber with the setting sun. It’s still raining, harder now, and JJ has the weatherman on TV as you throw together a quick dinner. It’s a three course meal of pizza pockets, some sliced up cucumber and ranch, and a pack of oreos split between the two of you. After some bickering, you settle on a movie to watch together. It’s some old rom-com JJ is obsessed with it, and you have never even heard of it.

You’re still whining through the first twenty minutes; saying, “A Christmas movie? It’s not even Christmas!”

He shushes you, putting his arm around your shoulders and giving you a playful thump on the head. “It’s got John Cusack in it. Everybody loves John Cusack.”

Sure enough, by the end of Serendipity, you decide you love John Cusack. “I feel a little bad for his fiancée,” you yawn, slumped against the blond boy beside you. There’s no point where you aren’t touching: shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. “I still don’t understand why he’d just leave her.”

You do understand actually, but you would listen to JJ explain the plot a thousand times if it meant you could stay this close. His hand is on your shoulder, fingers playing with the collar of your t-shirt as he talks about fate. It’s a little poetic, in fact, it’s the most serious you’ve heard him in a while.

“The whole idea about having someone destined for you is just really beautiful, you know. Like someone out there is supposed to love you no matter what. Like, the universe doesn’t give a shit about what you’ve done or where you come from. It’s just in total agreement that you deserve to be loved.”

You’re resting your head on his bicep, watching his expressions as he talks. His blue eyes are like lights across the water, his mouth serious.

“That just seems so… I dunno, fair. Like that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

“J, you know that the universe doesn’t have a say in whether or not you’re worthy of love, right?”

He’s a bit caught off guard, looking you in the eyes now. “What?”

You adjust so you're facing him, legs criss-crossed on the couch. Hands in your lap, you wring your fingers as you begin to speak. “I just want to make sure that you know you…” you pause, and breathe. “You’re worthy of love, JJ. Destiny doesn’t determine that.”

His gaze softens for a split second, and he unconsciously rubs his side, the one bruised. But, then the mask is back up quicker than you can snap. He scoffs, moving his arm away from where you're leaning against it. “I know that. None of the Pogues are getting more love than me,” he smirks, but its a little half-hearted.

“I’m serious, JJ. I’’n not talking about fucking around,” you sigh.

He says your name a little rough, a little annoyed. A plea for you to stop. This isn’t a conversation he wants to have with you. Especially not right now. “Don’t start with the mushy shit,” he coaxes, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

You stand up, your temper a little hotter. “It’s not mushy shit! It’s the truth, and I’m not gonna sit here while you feel sorry for yourself, acting like you don’t deserve every single good thing.”

“I’m not acting sorry for myself!”

You’re on a roll now, and JJ can’t stop you now. “You so are! You won’t let anyone get close, cause you’re so scared that they’re gonna hurt you.”

He stands up quick, almost knocking you back. You stare up at him, his face a mere handbreadth away, but you don’t back down. “I’m not gonna bet on a race that I know I’m gonna lose,” he says, voice low.

“Love isn’t- it’s not- you can’t win if you’re more afraid of losing!” You’re not even sure if you’re making sense at this point. You don’t really know what sparked this little flame in you. Maybe it’s your PMS, or maybe it’s the rain making you antsy.. Maybe it’s the years or worrying, all the times he has done something reckless and stupid and kept you and your friends up all night. Maybe it’s the blatant disregard for his own wellbeing, or the way he ignores your questions about new cuts or bruises. Now, everything is spilling out, in words, in tears. “You never even give it the chance!”

“It’s just not in the cards for me, okay?”

You start to hit his chest, but he grabs your wrists and holds you steady. “It’s just how it is, and I’m okay with that,” he says, trying to infuse a brightness into his voice.

You snatch your wrists away, and yank your blanket up off the couch. “I don’t know if you’re- I don’t know, blind or just plain fucking stupid.”

His eyebrows furrow as you walk away from him. “What?”

“I’m going to bed.”

He says your name quick and a little strained, but you don’t turn to look at him. You disappear down the hallway, leaving JJ to slump on the couch, alone.

It takes no more than twenty minutes for the blond to come slinking into your bedroom. JJ whispers your name as he cracks open the door, but you don’t answer. He can't tell if you’re really asleep yet, so he just slides under the covers next to you, like he used to when you were kids. You still have the same full bed, and your sheets still smell like salt water and coconut shampoo. When your breath hitches as his hand comes to rest right by your back, he knows that you’re awake.

“Do you really think I’m stupid?”

“Yeah.” You don’t move, voice muffled against your pillow.

JJ lays parallel to you, almost painfully close, but not touching. “Come on, talk to me.”

You huff and roll over to face him. “Why aren’t you sleeping on the couch?”

“It’s scary as hell out there alone. Y’all got too many windows.”

Just like that, any animosity dissipates. “You’re supposed to be the man, JJ. S’posed to protect me.” You’re clutching a stuffed animal to your chest, and you push it into JJ’s. It’s an old battered dolphin pillow pet, and his hands close instinctively around it. It’s sat on your bed since fourth grade, and the stuffing isn’t as fluffy as it used to be. He remembers when you first got it. “Mr. Melon’s feeling a little flat,” he comments.

You nod, but are silent, watching the tendons in his hands and the bones of his knuckles. In fact, you’re a little shocked that he remembers the stuffed animal’s name.

“Remember when we used to have sleepovers like, every night?” JJ asks, a little laughter in his voice. “I never understood why your mom was so happy to have me over on school nights.”

There’s a twinge in your chest. You understood. Even during the worst of you and JJ’s childhood arguments, your mom would coax you to invite him over, and she’d patch up his cuts and wash the dirt and blood stains out of his clothes.

“I miss our sleepovers,” you sigh. The two of you have scooted closer together subconsciously, the only barrier being Mr. Melon.

JJ nods, and asks, “Why’d we ever stop?”

You smile. “We got old, J.”

He sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry.”Who cares? We’re old now, and look at us. Having the time of our lives. We could be ninety and still be the funnest people in the OBX.”

“Most fun,” you correct with a grin.

“Hey, y’know I have a shitty English grade,” he answers, playfully punching your upper arm.

“My mom was scared I’d fall in love with you,” you comment, a little off-subject with a shaky smile plastered across your face. “She always said I’d fall head over heels, and that you’d be the biggest heartbreaker in the county.”

JJ’s face gets serious quick, faux solemnity all in his eyes. “A real concern,” he says, deadpan, “For mothers everywhere.”

“She was right about you being a heartbreaker! Remember that poor touron from the other weekend?”

He scowls and shakes his head. “I made it very clear that it was a one night type of thing.”

It makes you think of your argument from less than a hour ago. If love was in the cards for any of the Pogues, it had to be JJ. Girls tripped over themselves just so he would notice them. But, you laugh, shove him in the arm, and switch the subject. “Remember when you fought John B in here and broke my lamp?”

“Wasn’t that like, what, fifth grade?”

“Yeah. It was my favorite fairy lamp, and you bumped into it and her head broke off!”

You're both giggling, the tiredness setting in. “He called you a bitch! That was a big bad word back then,” JJ laughs, blond hair tangled and messy as it falls across his pillow.

Your eyebrows quirk up. “You call me a bitch all the time now.”

“That’s different,” he waves his hand to cut you off. “But then? I couldn't let him mess with my girl.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you kick yourself mentally for being so damn cliche when you feel it.

The two of you keep exchanging stories, thunder rolling and the lightning lighting up your room every few minutes.

“So, old-fashioned slumber party with the whole gang tomorrow night?” JJ proposes, his goodnight, his eyes barely open.

You nod and smile, then you do your best Pogue handshake the two of you can manage while lying on your sides.

Your eyes drift close, and after a few minutes of silence filled with JJ’s breathing and the sound of your heart, you say, “My mom was right about another thing.” JJ takes a moment to process, cracking his eyes back open to look at you. Yours are still squeezed shut because you're scared to look at him. “About me falling in love with you. It was inevitable.” You’re shaking, but it has to be said. You have to at least get it out there.

His mouth goes dry.

The silence is killing you, but you don’t dare look at him.

“Like destiny,” he finally says, tripping over the first word.

A warmth spreads through you, heat in your cheeks and heart. “Exactly like destiny.”

When you finally get the courage to look at him, he’s staring at you like you’ve peeled back your skin and revealed solid diamond underneath. Awestruck, maybe a little fear in that deep blue.

You can hear your own heartbeat, and your breath is shallow and short. His, in contrast, is deep and slow.

“She was wrong about one thing though.”

You wait for his answer, lips parted as you watch his gaze go from your eyes, to your lips, and back to your eyes, down to your lips again…

“I could never break your heart.”

Your cheeks heat when he traces a line from the end of your eyebrow, down your cheek and jawline. It’s a ghost of a caress, almost like you’re some holy relic that he thinks will heal him.

You start to backtrack, feeling a little embarrassed, a little scared “J, you don’t- don’t have to say something you don’t mean.”

JJ draws his hand back so fast you jump, and he sits up and scoffs. “You think I’m bullshitting you?”

Your stomach drops as the sudden shift in emotion, and you nod hesitantly.

His jaw clenches as he turns his face away from you, and when he looks back at you his lips are pressed into a firm line. You’ve seen this expression only a couple of times, and only when JJ is on the brink of tears. In fact, his eyes seem a little glassy when he starts to speak. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life,” he snaps.

“J-”

JJ waves his hand to cut you off. “No. It’s my turn to talk.” His voice does that thing where it gets a little higher, stress peeking through the cracks in his pitch. “Y’know how you called me blind earlier? You’re the blindest person ever! Everybody else sees the way I look at you except you!” he cries. His hands push anxiously through his hair. “It’s been you. Always you. As long as I can remember.” The way he’s looking at you practically sets you on fire. You can see it now. All those years of childhood crushes, pining and overthinking are evident in his eyes, like a storm at sea. “You-” his voice breaks fully now, and he covers his mouth with his fist before breathing and continuing. “You were the first person who made me feel like I was someone. Like, loved. You really made me feel loved.”

“Always have, always will,” you blurt out.

That’s when the dam bursts, and JJ begins to cry. You sit up and throw your arms around him, and his hands grasp your shirt like you’re a lifeline. He’s murmuring your name like a prayer, over and over like he’s trying to do penance. Before you can even begin to console him, he kisses you quick and soft.

“Is that okay?” It’s so sweet, a side of JJ you hadn’t seen since you were little kids. Since before you had burdens and before the world got scary.

“More than okay,” you whisper back, utterly melting against him. When he kisses you again, you can feel him smile, and feel the dampness from his eyes on your cheeks.

JJ can’t believe that you’re kissing him back, and he wonders if he’s dreaming. When your hands shift into his hair, he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. It has to be fake.

Almost like you can read his mind, you pull back. “I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” you assure.

His smile is so wide, you think it’ll get stuck like that. “You’re gonna have me around forever,” he says. “That’s a promise.”

“It better be, Maybank. I kinda like you.” You cuddle up against him, head on his chest, grinning profusely.

“I guess I really do have to tell John B you couldn’t keep your hands off me,” he jokes.

“Shush! You’re gonna ruin the moment!”

#outer banks fanfiction #outer banks #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #jj obx fic #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #outer banks imagine #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank smut

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weirdmarioenemies · 6 months

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Name: Neo Bowser City (aka Koopa City in PAL regions)

Debut: Mario Kart 7

Do you ever think of all the weird locations we only ever see in Mario Kart games? Despite being the biggest of all of Mario's spin-off franchises, when you really get down to it, remarkably few Mario Kart courses are actually based on established Mario locations!

It's not none, there's the occasional Donut Plains and Tick-Tock Clock and Airship Fortress, but most of the courses are these weird one-off locations we never see outside the context of that specific racetrack.

But have you ever taken a moment to step back and like, think of the Lore Implications of some of these places?

Like okay! Bowser just owns this whole dang cyberpunk city and we only ever see it in the context of Kart Racing! How messed up is that?!

One day Mario and Friends were looking for new places to race, and Bowser must have said something like "Gwah-hah-hah! I bet you puny punks could NEVER beat me in a race in my cyberpunk metropolis!" and right then and there it was established that Bowser owns a cyberpunk metropolis. Neo Bowser City is a city that exists in the Super Mario World and aside from returning in other Mario Kart games, it hasn't been acknowledged before or since.

Neo Bowser City first appeared in Mario Kart 7, as the third course in the Star Cup. Despite its flashy visuals, it actually doesn't really have a whole lot going on. It's a difficult track with some tight turns made more difficult by the rain making things more slippery, but besides that it doesn't really have any of the Wacky Obstacles that define so many Mario Kart courses.

Then it returned in Mario Kart 8 looking more gorgeous than ever! The bright colors really pop out, and the whole track is just oozing with detail that really emphasizes the scale of this city!

But like, the emphasized scale really only further raises the question of where this exists in the Mario World. Clearly, the fact that Bowser is plastered all over the billboards and the fact it's named "Neo Bowser City" helps us deduce that this city probably belongs to Bowser. Is this located in Bowser's Kingdom? Just how big is Bowser's Kingdom? And why does he own so many separate castles?

Maybe Neo Bowser City exists in the future? Is this a bad timeline? I mean, Mario Kart is allowed to have time-travel shenanigans. There's a Splatoon battle arena and that exists thousands of years in the future so sure, dust off Mario's Time Machine and head to the bad future where Bowser wins. Should've pressed that New Super Mario Bros. big yellow P-Switch!

I asked my friend Mod Chikako for their input and their theory is that Neo Bowser City isn't the future of Mario's world, but of our world. Clearly Bowser just couldn't take Wreck-It-Ralph losing the Oscar vote!

But in that case I guess it's a cooler cyberpunk future than the one we're living in right now. Corporate monopolies that run mass-surveillance with little government intervention due to their extreme wealth giving them extensive political power? No thank you! Neo Bowser City has bright neon colors, and flying cars! If I'm going to live in a dystopia, I want it to be a fun one. The only advertisements I want to see plastered everywhere are ones advertising Bowser!

Boo! That's the bad guy! Thumbs down!

The course returns again in that pitiful mobile game with another redesign, this time letting us see his Coney Island Disco Palace off in the distance. Does Bowser live in his Neo City? Is this worldbuilding we've been missing out on for decades, finally answered by a kart racer? Is this the capital city of Bowser's Kingdom? Am I once again falling victim to my perpetual hubris of overthinking the Mario franchise?

Really, I can't offer too much in terms of wacky fan theories, because I'm still thinking about this location existing in the first place. I'd love to know the Lore and worldbuilding here, but I guess the nature of Mario's canon is that it doesn't need to be over-analyzed. Bowser simply owns a cyberpunk metropolis, we'll only ever see it in the context of kart racing, and maybe that's okay.

Of course, this post wouldn't be complete if I didn't mention Dinohattan from the 1993 Super Mario Bros. Movie, which we've barely talked about on this blog somehow. You see, when the meteor hit, some of the dinosaurs escaped into a parallel timeline where they then evolved into humans, and then they built Dinohattan instead of Manhattan. Get it? Yeah, that movie is all sorts of bonkers. I wouldn't say it's very good, but I kinda love it. I'd recommend checking it out, if only to see a vastly different take on Mario than you'd be used to.

Anyway I bring this up because it's a completely separate instance of a version of Bowser building a large cyberpunk metropolis, and it actually predates Neo Bowser City! Do you think they could be connected? Are Dinohattan and Neo Bowser City one and the same...?

#neo bowser city #mario kart 7 #weird mario locations #mario kart 8 #mod hooligon #really mod chikako also helped contribute a few jokes to this post i gotta credit them #i've had this post sitting in the drafts for over a year and a half #no clue why i took so long to publish it it's basically been fully complete this whole time

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silverskye13 · 18 days

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What's water like in your hels? Is there any there? Is it there in limited quantities? Does it rain at all? Is there only water in specific places? Was it brought from the overworld? I'm curious

There is water in hels! Just barely! It was one of Evil X's gifts to the server, getting it there. I imagine the city has a cistern he artificially filled, which is where the water from the fountains in the city and the tap water comes from. Hels is very much like the nether though! So to raise the boiling/evaporation point of the water so it stays liquid where it's supposed to be, the water is acidic. It's not eat-your-skin acidic, but its corrosive enough that using it to, say, polish armor, will lead to breakdown over time. Metals and stones they anticipate coming into a lot of contact with water [fountains, pipes] probably need regular maintenance and water proofing.

It doesn't rain in hels, all water there was brought there artificially, but I do imagine they have some weather phenomena. The peripheral of the city has a small geyser problem [any time water leaks from the cistern and comes in contact with the hotter stone around the city, you get a geyser.] There is still a cycle of hotter/cooler air, so they do get wind, and that wind will bring dust clouds and gas clouds from surrounding lava lakes and things. They get a lot of fog and fog-adjacent weather patterns, and a haze of clouds is often passing through. I also imagine they get "snows" of ash from eruptions around basalt deltas, and there are probably times of year where the different shroom plants release their spores, causing colored snows of red and blue. [We have cottonwood plants around here in the summer that coat the roads in a false snow, especially around the river where I live. I imagine whenever the warped / crimson fungus lets out spores, it would look a bit like that].

#lindentree #rns asks #if you're wondering why the hels i had an answer for this #its because i realized really early on that I said there was a water fountain in hels #and had a small panic when i realized up until this point i had said 'they live in the nether basically'#and had to justify water in hels #so i went on a research spree on how to raise the boiling point of water #and the answers are either dump a lot of salt into it #or make it acidic #drinking water in hels is probably unpleasant -- its probably naturally bitter #its not eat-your-skin acidic #but if everything had the acidity of pineapples i think.....#anyway the wear and tear on the city structures would be insane #i ate through the steering wheel of my car because my hands were slightly more acidic after oil painting #and that was a class i only took for like... 8 weeks #could you imagine acidic water all the time?#there's a plumber/contracter making bank in hels

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 10 months

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close to home | chapter eleven

plot: this chapter features the first time jump as her and Daryl grow closer on a hunting trip, but find themselves in some trouble

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,289 Warnings: violence, blood A/N: thanks for reading! (also, the timeline between s3 and s4 always confuses me a bit, so just go with it lol) I am still in recovery after surgery, it went well, so updates might be slow for a little while. I can’t even put my laptop on my stomach lol

It had been weeks since your group took in the people from Woodbury. Things were improving every single day after that. The prison expanded its resources, and everyone chipped in. The courtyard had a dining room awning, and flowers and herbs grew. The front meadow held pigs, horses, and crops. A water pump brought water into the prison daily, and with gas coming in from runs, the generators were running from time to time. Hunting parties brought in a circulation of food to feed everyone. While there wasn’t plenty, there was enough.

Newcomers seemed to come in steadily, and a council was formed. You were offered a seat, and while you wanted to decline it, Michonne and Carol talked you into it. They believed you got a voice after all the help you did. And you were family.

Summer was in full bloom. It was nearly a hundred degrees out daily, and even though you hated the heat, you couldn’t find reasons to hate anything. Not with how happy things have been, not with how happy you’ve been.

In the time you’ve been here, you and Michonne have grown exceptionally close. The two of you joined the group around the same time and went through many of the same motions. But she wasn’t the person you were closest to.

“Hey, you comin’ or what?” Daryl yelled over at you.

Your hair was still damp from the shower you had earlier today, and it dripped down on your gray t-shirt. The shower was probably not the best idea since you started sweating when you stepped out into the Georgia heat.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” You waved him off, walking up to Carol. She handed you a bag full of the needed supplies, and you thanked her before walking over to Carl, sitting at the table. You finally found Tora there, and she meowed when you rubbed behind her ears. “I should’ve known you would’ve stolen her right from me. Little traitor.” You said, lightly flicking the rim of Carl’s hat.

“It’s not my fault she likes me so much,” Carl laughed, feeding her some meat.

You hummed and leaned down, kissing Tora on her head. “You just watch her while I’m gone.” But you didn’t need to worry about that, as Tora took a very quick liking to the boy and bounced back and forth between you and him. He knew all her whistles and commands, and you knew Carl always closely watched the giant cat. Especially since she was so popular with the children.

“Come on, I don’ got all day,” Darl yelled again.

You rolled your eyes as you finally approached him, adjusting the strap on your bag. “Take a chill pill, Daryl. The sun’s only been up twenty minutes. You have all day with me. You don’t gotta rush me outta here,” You replied.

He scuffed, and you laughed at his reaction as you walked over to your jeep. “Come on, we don’t wanna be late,” You said.

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It was a bit cooler once you and Daryl got to your usual hunting grounds. The trees provided ample shading, but the breeze was still warm, and it was still early. You were a good few miles away from the prison, where the walkers were more spread out and the noise level was quieter. Still, you’d taken out quite a number of them.

Despite the heat, the ground was still a bit damp from the rain last night, and your jeans soaked through as you knelt on the ground, checking the snare traps. It took you and Daryl about twenty minutes to go through the cycle, and you successfully caught three rabbits, four squirrels, and a groundhog. You reset the snares and would come back tomorrow.

You heard a whistle and turned back to Daryl, who pointed toward the ground. Your eyes narrowed, and you walked over, trying to see what it was. “Walker?” You asked.

“Nah, person,” He said.

“How do you know?” You asked.

“You see here,” He pointed, “The footprints are in a line. Ain’ zig zaggin’ all ‘ver the place.” He knelt down and moved some of the leaves away from the trail. “How many?”

You knelt down beside him and looked, taking a few more seconds than he did to come up with an answer. “Just one. Only one set of boot marks.” Daryl nodded in confirmation, and you smiled at him before standing up. “Soon, I’ll be an expert tracker like you,” You said.

“You only been doin’ it a couple weeks, give it a few more years,”

You laughed and swung your bag around, grabbing your canteen of water and taking a sip. “It’s hot out here today,” You said and handed him the water. After he took a sip you put it away. “I bet it’s the end of July,”

“Maybe,” He muttered, looking at another pair of tracks on the ground, “Come ‘ere, check ‘em out,”

You walked over and looked, not recognizing what they were. “Some type of bird?”

“I think wild turkeys, trail goes this way. Look kinda fresh too,”

“Maybe we should follow them if we can catch some and bring them back, that’s fresh eggs during their breeding season, and we can raise a number of them in the meadow or something,” You said, “Maybe depending on how many we find we can kill a couple. Have Thanksgiving in July,” You laughed.

Daryl shook his head and turned, but you caught him smiling before he did.

***

An hour later, you and Daryl were still tracking the turkey tracks when you came across a lake, It was small but crystal clear, and there were plenty of animal tracks around the muddy bank. It was getting warmer, and you’d thrown your hair up in a ponytail.

The trees were forty feet back and the meadow gave a really nice viewpoint of the area around you. You weren’t exactly sure of where you were, other than north of the prison. You didn’t need to say anything to Daryl, you both knew that this was a good place to take a breather and have your breakfast.

“You wanna know what I miss more than anything?” You asked, biting into a well-expired granola bar. You didn’t need to wait for him to answer. “Chocolate chip pancakes. Or waffles. I loved breakfast food. Lots of syrup and butter. So much better than this shit,” You said.

“I liked the grits we found,” He said.

You groaned, “Ugh, I hate that crap. I hate the texture.”

“It’s filling, though,” He countered.

You shrugged your shoulders and leaned back in the grass. The sun was heavy on you, and a part of you wanted to take a swim through the lake. It’d been so long since you’d been swimming. But you only had another hour or so before heading back. The council decided smaller hunting parties wouldn’t go out for long hours at a time. It was too risky after a couple of newbies never came back.

The little break you and Daryl took was enough to make you curl up and go to sleep. Just like everyone else, your sleeping schedule wasn’t what it should be. Days were long, even though life was easier.

“We should get goin’ in a minute,” Daryl said but went against his words and laid back a few feet away from you.

You sighed but didn’t say anything. It was peaceful out here, despite the danger around every tree. Still, it reminded you of when it was just you and Tora. When your days were spent wandering the forest for food and scaling trees to avoid passing walkers. As much as you like your new life with your family and the prison, sometimes you miss the simplicity of when it was just you.

The sky was mostly clear, with only a few white puffy clouds on the canvas. You laughed as one passed and pointed up at it, “That one looks like a bear,”

“Which one?”

You moved a couple inches closer to him and pointed, trying to angle your finger right. “There,”

“Pft, no it ain’,”

You rolled your eyes and sat up. That was when you saw a few wild turkeys by the other side of the lake. “Daryl, the turkeys,”

He sat up immediately and grabbed his crossbow. “Only four, not enough to bring back.”

Your eyes narrowed briefly, “No babies, I wonder what happened to them.” You said. Neither of you needed to say what happened to them. You both knew.

The two of you grabbed your gear and started toward the other side of the lake. Your stomach grumbled at the sight of them, and you felt terrible, but not bad enough. You grabbed Daryl's arm when you got as close as you could to them. “Let me try?”

“Again?”

“Yes, yes, come on. We can’t shoot them, and I need the practice if I’m going to get good at the bow and arrow we found,” You said.

He sighed loudly and handed you the crossbow. You handed him your gun and adjusted the bow in your hand. He’d only let you try a couple of times, and you never could get used to the weight of it. But that bow and arrow was just sitting in your cell at the prison, and you did want to learn it.

“Gotta take the bow out more,” Daryl said to you, “We can do some target practice. Glenn been teachin’ some of the others to shoot. Maybe we’ll go with ‘em?”

You nodded and lifted the bow, repeating the instructions in your head on how to use it. You set your finger on the trigger and waited for a few heartbeats before aiming, then waited again and then fired. The arrow pierced the leg of the animal, and you cringed when you heard its painful clucks. This was the part you hated most about hunting.

“Dammit,” You muttered.

Daryl looked at you, “You’re leanin’, can’ kill it with just a shot yet, it’s okay,”

You sighed and lowered the crossbow while Daryl went to kill the injured bird. The other three scattered off but didn’t go too far. You were entirely disappointed in yourself, and the sound of the turkey in distress only made it worse.

You were just around to tell Daryl he could get the rest when an arm around your throat pulled you backward, and you felt the sharp tip of a knife touch the base of your throat.

“Don’t move,” A deep voice said in your ear.

Daryl turned around with the gun raised at the sound of a new voice. “Let ‘er go,” He said.

A different man came into view with a gun too, and you closed your eyes for a second. You were fucked.

“Nobody’s gotta get hurt,” The man said, “We’re just gonna take your shit, and we’ll be on our way,” The man holding you hostage said. “Drop your weapon, and I won’t slit her throat,”

Your eyes met Daryl’s, and you could see the anger and worry on his face. He was breathing heavily. Slowly he put the gun on the ground.

“Adam, get the bags and the bird,” The man said.

Adam moved to grab the bags, and you quickly pulled his arm away from your throat in the opportunity of your attacker's lack of attention. That quick second of reaction gave you enough time to duck under the arm, pull out your own knife, and slam it into the side of his body. He screamed in pain, and you pulled it out, dropping to the ground to swing your legs. His head hit the ground at the same time as you heard a gunshot, but you didn’t stop.

You drove the knife down into your attacker's arm, and he screamed again, dropping the knife he did have. With his weapon removed, you turned back, ready to throw a knife at Adam, but he was already on the ground.

You barely had time to react before Daryl was on the man, and you grimaced when you heard the sickening crunch of bone as Daryl assaulted the man.

“Daryl!” You yelled, grabbing his arm mid-punch and using all your strength to keep him from beating the man to death.

“He woulda killed ya!” Daryl yelled, pulling his arm free.

“Doesn’t mean we gotta kill him!” You yelled.

“Nah, this asshole is dead,”

“No!” You yelled, trying to shove Daryl off of the unconscious man. “He’s as good as dead as it is. We don’t know if it was just the two of them. We need to go, Daryl, now. Please.” You stressed. You weren’t sure what exactly caused Daryl to stop, but thankfully he did, and he cursed loudly as he stood up.

When he looked at you, his eyes dropped to your arm. “You’re bleedin’,”

You looked down and saw a two-inch gash on your bicep. You hadn’t even felt it. “Crap,” You muttered, immediately putting pressure on the wound. You hadn’t noticed the blood dripping down your arm either.

“We got stuff in the bag,” Daryl grunted and went to get the supplies.

You followed him and watched silently as he quickly cleaned up the cut and put a gauze pad over it. It would have to do until you got home.

“Let’s get out of ‘ere, don’ wanna be ‘ere when he wakes up. I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em,” Daryl cursed.

#daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl

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LET ME IN! - letting me in

synopsis - jeon yn is a mysterious human being. people only know her as “kazuhas silent buddy”. this makes beomgyu curious. curious enough to try and befriend yn himself. if only she wasnt so stubborn…

warnings - half written and half smau and like nothing else. lmk if i missed anything tho!!!

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the breeze was getting cooler and the sky was getting darker. yet here you two were, riding your bikes in the middle of an empty street. loud, uncontrollable laughter is all thats heard from you both despite the fact that everybody in the neighborhood is probably dead asleep by now.

youre basically riding in circles, thinking that youre chasing beomgyu while he thinks hes chasing you. this is definitely a story you want to tell your future children… if you ever have any.

“wait! beomgyu im so out of breath” you whine in the middle of deep breaths. beomgyu just giggles at you. you step off your bike completely and decide to lay your body onto a nearby lawn, not even worried if the owner comes out to scold you.

“i told you not to go too fast. i knew you were gonna lose energy” beomgyu claims as he lies down next to you. a sigh escapes his lips before he turns to look at you.

“so pretty..” his brings his right hand up to your face and starts caressing your right cheek with so much gentleness. this causes you to blush.

“...stop thattttt” you whine shyly, hiding your face into his chest. you can feel the vibrations of his giggles on your nose. it makes you want to snuggle in closer, which is exactly what you do. but it only lasts a few seconds when you feel the urge to look into his eyes.

no feeling could compare to the feeling you feel when you look into beomgyus eyes. the beating of your heart accelerates when beomgyus eyes meet yours. its as if the earth stopped spinning. as if the breeze stopped blowing.

a smile appears on beomgyus face before he leans in to give you a quick peck on the lips. you close your eyes as he does, enjoying the feeling of his lips even if it lasted only a second. as if on cue, rain started falling from the dark sky. and all of a sudden, slow music is heard from the house behind you. silhouettes of a couple slow dancing is shown on the curtain, their bodies sway together as ‘until i found you’ played loudly.

turning your eyes away from the window, you look at your boyfriend whos still looking at the couple. you whisper,

“should we..?” thats when he finally looks at you. and based off the smile he gives you, you know hes down.

he stands first, flipping his wet hair back, then holding out his right hand for you to take. you take his hand in yours and stand up. and thats when beomgyu leans down to place a soft, warm kiss on your cold, hard knuckles. you cant help but giggle despite the butterflies that exploded in your tummy the second he laid his lips on your knuckles. he lets your hand go only to hold your waist instead while his other hand rests at the top of your back. you place your hands on his shoulders, all while staring into his eyes as he stares into yours. then, you begin to sway.

the rain pours harder onto the two of you, but you dont care. you couldnt care less. the only thing youre focused on is the man in front of you whos holding you like youre the most fragile and delicate flower in world.

a few spins and twirls later, the song is coming to an end. so beomgyu wraps his left arm around the back of your neck, like a half hug. his right hand stays on your waist as your own arms drop down to hug his torso.

“thank you, yn..”

you look up at him a bit confused.

“for what?”

beomgyu smiles and gives you a peck on the forehead.

“thank you for letting me in.”

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author’s note - i cant express how thankful i am to have sm supporters🥹 i thank and love u all that spent your time reading my smau. LET ME IN IS NOW FINISHED!!

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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eeee !!

that’s so exciting, okay,,, cause most folks only do rise or bayverse stuff!

anyways! Would you be up for doing a 2012 donnie x reader where he’s doing patrols and meets the reader because they quite literally fall for him? Like, he’s out doing nightly patrols, and the reader is looking over the roof of their apartment at him like “ᗡᗡ: it’s him again?” but then like the railing wobbles and they go whooosh and are like “?!!?” And he looks up and is like “?? Ayo?? *catch* ????? Is this just normal human behavior???”

Purple Savior

author’s note: my first 2012 request, :D lesssss goooooo, hehe hope you enjoy~~~

warnings: slight cursing, cute meet, fluff

> part two <

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It was a nice night in New York City and you had your window open as far as it could go. Being on the top floor had its perks, though you didn’t know if it beat having to walk up six flights of stairs multiple times a day. You sighed, smiling as you ducked your head deciding to go up the fire escape to the roof. Just for a couple of minutes, then you’d settle in for the night.

Fall was your favorite season. The night air finally turning with the tides and becoming cooler. As you made your way there you noticed how rickety the climb was and the railings on the roof were even worse. It made you a little nervous but once on the roof you let out your breath. “Wow!” You said astonished to see a couple of stars, it was a clear night sky. The view was nice as you walked around the entire perimeter of your rooftop. Peering over the railings but refraining from touching, they looked pretty rusty.

And it was as you had been turning to head back to the stairs you saw movement in your peripheral. Staying quiet you looked around, wondering if you had just been seeing things. But off in the distance you saw something! You squinted and rushed back the way you came, coming to a stop at the ledge of the roof. It was a figure far off but coming closer, it looked to be moving pretty fast.

But about four rooftops away, the figure made a sharp turn. Purple, you noted the bandana waving in the wind, thanks to the clear night sky and the bright moon. You watched as whoever it was jumped from building to building, easily scaling over the alleyways. “Holy!” You breathed out to yourself in amazement. And then they were out of sight! You wondered how crazy someone had to be, to actually jump rooftops. You looked at the apartment complex next to yours, and peered down at the drop. Shivering you shook your head, yeah they had to be pretty insane or maybe just super talented?

The next night, you were back out on your roof. Yes… you were hoping to see some crazy jumping action. BUT, this time you would be a little braver, maybe call out to them at a safe time obviously, not mid-jump or right before. But just to, well you didn’t really know, maybe say how you cool/insane they were for parkouring whole buildings and at night too!

So when you saw the figure make the same sharp turn you called out, “Hi!” and you didn’t really know what you had expected, but you hadn’t thought the figure would freeze and then take off as fast as possible without turning back. Your mouth dropped open. Well, that went dandy! You sighed, guessing you’d never see them again if they were so totally antisocial to not even wave. You didn’t know why you waited around, thinking maybe they’d come back, curious, but when you saw nothing but pigeons you gave up. Calling it a night.

The third night was probably the worst, it had been raining but you still couldn’t stop yourself from just checking. It seemed you and the stranger had a similar schedule when it came to going out onto rooftops. With your god damn umbrella, you climbed the fire escape. Once on the roof you realized the rain was kind of coming in at a slant, and the wind was trying to pull the umbrella from your grasp and you wondered if it was worth losing or just going ahead and getting drenched. You’d need the umbrella in the future, so rather than letting it blow away you quickly closed it. Flinching at the cold rain as you tried to see past just the neighboring rooftops.

Pointless! It had all been pointless you thought as you shivered like a wet dog and stomped back to the stairs. Stupid! You thought, no parkourist would jump buildings in this condition, that was like a death wish. But as you reached the stairs you looked up, and perched on the rooftop you hadn’t been facing was a figure, in a crouched position. You gasped and they went reeling back, falling behind the ledge and out of view. “Hello!? Are you okay?” You called out, hope rekindling. But as the minutes ticked by, you realized the stranger wasn’t going to show themselves nor talk. Even as you went back down to your window, into your room, you couldn’t help but smile, at least they were back!

It wasn’t until the seventh night when everything changed. The closest they came was two rooftops away and you leaned against the rusty old railing despite your early reservations. The only distinguishing feature that you could glean was the purple bandana! Everything else was dark and shadowy. So you thought maybe if you leaned just a bit closer, somehow-

The railing made a low groaning noise. “Huh?” You said peering down and suddenly things were happening fast. You were falling and screaming and then you weren’t falling?? But still very much screaming as a voice said, “I’ve got you!” trying to quiet you or maybe reassure you. Your eyes were closed tight and you jerked at the sound, “Am I dead??” You asked shakily. “Alive and well!” The voice said laughing slightly. Finally you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the purple, “Hey! You’re the-“

And then you noticed the green, a whole lot of green, and how you were now in an alleyway, with strong slender green arms holding you. “parkourist?” you finished quietly and with wonder, “what? no I’m a ninja!” The stranger corrected. “Oh a green and purple ninja!” You said, trying to understand. “Hah” he shook his head, “I’m a mutant, I’m green because I’m part turtle,” he said setting you down on your feet as he turned to the side to show you his shell, “purples just my favorite color,” he said rubbing the back of his neck.

“A ninja mutant turtle!” You said nodding as if that made any sense in the world. And promptly passed out, the adrenaline that had been pumping in your veins from the fall had faded completely, legs giving out as you slumped to the ground. The last thing you heard was, “oh crap I should’ve known!”

When you regained consciousness you were back on your rooftop. You sat up and someone said, “you might want to lay back, if you sit up too soon-“ you were dizzy! Your hand went to your head as you swayed and slowly went back down, “yeah that’ll happen,” the voice concluded. “Wow, I can’t believe I passed out!” You said trying to find the purple green turtle ninja mutant. “Over here,” the voice said and you tilted your head back. He was sitting cross legged, right behind you. “Oh hi,” you chirped. “Hi,” he said eyeing you like he was ready for you to pass out again.

“I blame that on the almost dying part of our meeting,” you said and he gave you a slight smile. “I would’ve eventually waved..” he said sheepishly. “Surrre,” you chuckled remembering the last six times he hadn’t. “Hey I wasn’t trying to force your hand or anything, that fall was coincidental!” You felt the need to explain and he didn’t say anything. “Oh come on, you’ve gotta believe me!” You said, not knowing how else to persuade him.

“Huh, oh yeah I know, you should be more careful.” He said sternly. You blinked not expecting that, “yeah well, like I said it was an unexpected accident!” and he peered over at the place where you fell. “I don’t know the rusty old railings kind of give off the sign ‘don’t touch we’re about to collapse’”

You narrowed your eyes, tired of looking at him upside down. “Okay wise guy!” You snipped, sitting up and thankfully not feeling so dizzy. “I was just trying to..” he waited, “get a better look…” you sighed, now that you admitted it out loud it sounded kind of embarrassing. “Well here I am,” he said begrudgingly, like he was embarrassed too. “I wanted to tell you, how I thought you were really cool and brave for jumping rooftops at night,” you blushed, crossing your arms.

“Oh-h? That? That’s nothing compared to what else I can do!” He said pulling out a long staff that you hadn’t noticed sticking from his shell. He stood and started twirling it around with ease. Your eyes widened as he performed, he really was a ninja! When he finished, you clapped, “wowwww!” You said in awe of his talent. “And I can also…”

The rest of the night he listed off all of his achievements. How he was an accomplished ninja, fought crime and was really intelligent. How he built this and that. The list was quite impressive and you listened to him ramble on. “So, what’s your name?” You asked once he had finished. He laughed, “right, the name’s Donatello but I go by Donnie” and you smiled, “well Donnie, not to brag but I made a B- on my last math test,” you said smugly. And he quirked up an eyebrow, “oh?” he smiled holding back a laugh. “Yeah, and I’m pretty good at video games too!” You said and his eyes brightened, “what games do you play??”

By the time the two of you had finished talking the sun was coming up and that made him gasp. “Ohhh no I’ve got to go,” he paused looking at you expectantly, and it took you only a second to realize what he was asking for, “Y/n!” you said and he repeated your name, nodding. “See ya next time!” He said as he jumped off your roof, heading off being chased by the rising sun. You smiled sleepily. You couldn’t believe you just stayed up the whole night talking to a purple teenage mutant ninja turtle, but you knew you were gonna do the same thing tomorrow!

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #2k12 donnie #2012 donatello #2012 donnie #donatello x reader #tmnt donnie #donnatello #tmnt #tmnt fandom #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt oneshot #oneshot #tmnt fluff #donnie x y/n

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boydepartment · 9 months

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JAYJAY I HAVE THIS CUTE IDEA THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE

OKAY OKAY….imagine going on a road trip with enha! I THINK IT WOULD BE SO CUTE ESPECIALLY WITH JAKE AND NIKI AAAAHAHEHHDJDDJJ HEHEHEHHEEHHHEHEHEH👹👹👹

Enhypen Headcanons- Road-trip!

HELLLO MY DEAR IT HAS BEEN A CRAZY COUPLE OF DAYS BUT I AM ON IN RN!!!! IM GONNA DO THESE AS LIKE HEADCANONS <3 edit- IM SO sorry this took awhile. i had a ton of birthday stuff and then my friends stayed like the entire weekend. I LITERALLY FINISHED THIS WHILE THEYRE SLEEPING EVEN THO WE HAVE CHURCH TOMORROW ITS LIKE 2:30 AM!

MASTERLIST

JUNGWON- Jay def put him in charge of music mainly because Riki kept playing something INSANE LIKE ASMR ON THE AUX. Jungwon probably plays really nice classical music that makes everyone fall asleep but then will randomly play screamo too so he scares everyone. He lets everyone choose a song though! DEF ASKS TO GO PEE EVERY 20 MILES HE SITS RIGHT BEHIND JAY! His song choice is No More Dream by bts

HEESEUNG- I think be brings up like "lets play ispy!!!" then looked at like Jay like "i spy a grumpy pants!" Just to mess with him while he's driving. Other than that he is the snack keeper. He is in the passengers seat and the snacks are by his feet so no one hogs snacks. One time though Heeseung wanted to mess with Jake by playing tug of war with the bag of chips and you can imagine how that ended. Heeseung's song choice is You got a friend in me by Randy Newman

JAY- HE IS DRIVING. He gives driving vibes yaknow?? He is def a safe driver too, like he isn't driving like a maniac. He always has his blinker on too early and he is driving the speed limit. Can you imagine Jay backing up the car.... ANYWAYS- He has def turned the music off to focus when the car gets tense too Jay's song choice is Mr. Brightside by the Killers or he will just turn on like the oldies radio.

JAKE- He is somewhere in the middle of the van, I also think he gets carsick so bad. Whenever Riki wants him to look at something on his phone if its longer than a quick glance Jake NEEDS to look out the window, otherwise those chips he ate off the floor bc of Heeseung are coming up to land on the floor again. Other than that he loves to sing a long to songs <3 He would probably play the anything off the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack!

SUNGHOON- HE HAS THE COOLER W THE DRINKS ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK! They have tea, soda, water, everything. He wanted the seat all the way in the back for this reason. And because Sunoo is just on his phone the entire time. Sunghoon has def accidentally smacked Jake in the head with those sodas that are encased in glass. BY ACCIDENT. He also eats the ice from the cooler.... Sunghoon would play like old songs from I-Land and then be like "remember when so and so did this??" Just to add drama in the car.

SUNOO- On his phone the entire time!!! Next to Sunghoon in the back. He has his headphones in and he is playing a game. Sunoo is very quiet and just does his own thing! Only looks up when he gets a tincy motion sick or when he sleeps <3 He brought his own snacks. SUNOO DOESNT TRUST ANYONE NOT TO EAT THE FOOD W HIS NAME ON IT. "Riki just pick my song for me I am not listening."

NI-KI- "Dude if you throw up, puke on Jungwon..." VOMIT INSTIGATOR He also ended up right in the middle of the car which is really dumb because of how tall he is. mf is literally blocking the rear-view mirror. Riki also purposely will take longer to use the bathroom because before he left he sprayed a TON of axe in the car just to mess w people more. He likes when the windows are rolled down so it works out for him. He probably plays the MOST insane shit ever, like cbat or like REALLY old meme songs JUST to get on everyones nerves. LIKE THE RAINING TACOS SONG "Um I get two songs... Sunoo gave me his choice <3" THIS WHOLE CAR IS JUST A MESS!

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toothfa-1-ry · 9 months

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LAST SUMMER - Huang Renjun

The weather is so humid, it's so warm.

The electricity is horrible too.

The light linen shirt he wore was now drenched with sweat, from his collar to the sleeves covering his armpit.

Near him is fan that was working just a few minutes ago, working hard to keep Renjun cool from the heat just a few minutes ago before the electricity got cut off Iin broad daylight.

Now, Renjun in laying on the ground. His hair is slightly wet and his skin is all sticky.

He hates summer. He really hates summer.

Renjun is sure that the half eaten icecream left by Haechan is now just a puddle of thick brown liquid, staining his white mini cooler

Damn you Hyuk..I just got it recently too!

Renjun prays that the electricity would appear again, or the dark clouds forming in the sky would bring the cool rain along with a cool breeze.

He wonders if it's only his apartment that has the electricity cut but judging by the way his next door neighbours, Hendery and Lucas's shouts every 5 seconds he thinks perhaps it's the entire block

Atleast he isnt suffering alone.. atleast

The weather was so cruel to him, summer was always cruel to him. He hated the way his hair would get stuck to his forehead, or the way his body would be stuck to ground.

Maybe it would've been a but bearable if you were still here, yea... if

You used to love summer and the way your ice lolly would drip down your arms, and your tongue would lick the drip off

You liked using small tacky paper hand made fans which hardly worked, saying that it was better than those large fans or aircons other people had. Yet your paper fan would always break apart

You loved summer, you were summer

With a giant straw hat which could easily hide your face. And a huge bottle of sunscreen that you bought in the store just down the street.

Maybe you had a freckle or two, maybe you had none. But there was a bright spark in you eyes that Renjun always failed to capture.

A bright spark that always made him feel just a little bit warm, a little sticky all inside but he didn't hate it like how he hated summer, oh no, he absolutely adored it.

You'd buy a huge watermelon from an elderly man who you claimed looked alot like your great grandfather, the one you never met. And then you'd invite Renjun's friends, ringing up Mark first, inviting them for some fresh watermelon

You and Renjun would looks up recipes online on how to make homemade icream. You always claimed that homemade things were better, after all they were made with your love

Sometimes you and Renjun would take out a small kiddie pool into your perhaps even smaller bathroom and squeeze yourselves in. Wearing nothing but a flimsy shirt with a thin strap and your undergarments

You'd both splash eachother with coldwater, screaming as it hits your body as you were taken back to your childhood and how it was filled with no worries and only laughs.

There was nothing sensual about it, not that it never was sensual between you and Renjun but summer,

Summer with you was innocence.

With a little laughter, and a little bit of homemade ice cream.

It was warm and sticky and wet. But Renjun didn't mind that kind of summer, because it was summer with you.

Renjun wonders if it's as warm as it is for you right now,

Your probably wearing an oversized white t shirt right now, trying to make a paper fan out of newspaper.

For a second he sees you and he smiles. Only for a second though, just before the electricity comes back and the fan starts whirring sending a cool light wind to Renjun's face.

Renjun could hear Lucas and Hendery's screams of joy and a dog barking. Bella? I guess that was its name.. probably their friends dog.

He wonders what his friends are up to right now and Renjun wonders if Mark would be down for some watermelon he bought from an old man just a few blocks down

Renjun hated summer

But he didn't mind the summer he spend with you.

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What would your ideal book be like (as in, what theoretical book would be your absolute favourite) what genre, page count, setting, characters, etc would it have?

oohhhh this is such an interesting ask. hmm i'll have to lay this out in dot points

BE READY FOR LOTS OF TEXT!

also i am indecisive and messy so my opinions will probably change idk T-T

alr here we go

- genre: psychological novel? im not exactly sure what the genre is but i love when books follow a mentally ill character that's just trying their best to navigate through life, and the book is about the way they interact with their surrounds and respond to issues and cope with their past and come to decisions, iykwim?

BUT I WANT FANTASY in it too so it will be epic. i love fantasy world building and i love when it makes so so so much sense. it would be cool if they had elements and got sorted into elemental groups too- that is so satisfying and fun to read.

- page count: probably 500. personally i think a normal book is 300, and it seems daunting when it's got like 700 pagesz but considering that this is my ideal book, i think i'd be sad if it had less than 400 pages (cus the story would be over soon) so i'd say 500 pages is the perfect amount.

- setting: in terms of time, i never really cared for it. i realise that i should probably have a preference on which century i like to read, but i find that characters can be mentally ill and epic no matter if they are from the future or the past.

in terms of location, hmm i wouldn't want to read about a character being anywhere with tropical or summery vibes. i like my characters knee deep in snow and drenched from head to toe in rain. it keeps them depressed and relatable ^^ (/hj....?)

oh also it would be cool if the country and places were mad up, since that this is a fantasy.

WAIT OR asia. i am obsessed with books that focuses on/is based off asia :)

- characters: trios are the best and i will die on that hill. ok like i dont need the trios to be together 24/7 but i need there to be THREE main characters if you know what i mean. one of them can be an antihero idc. it just has to be THREE.

oh also i love to read in the perspective of characters who are ambitious and feisty and impulsive because they're the opposite of me. but also i'd like them (idc abt gender) to be cunning, witty and good at making plans.

another character that i need in the trio is the smart one. there HAS to be a smart side character or else i will NOT fall in love with the book. i need the character who makes all the entensive plans. i need the character who is a walking dictionary. i need the character who hates to fight and would rather be learning but is somehow good at it and therefore forced to fight alongside the makn character. (oopsies im just describing the poppy war. but that is not a crime ;])

if its a soldier poet king trio i will be obsessed with it forever and ever

ok so for the stuff that u didnt ask but im gonna include:

-writing style: advanced. work my mind to death but enrichen it at the same time. i dont mind a difficult and layered magic system- in fact i LOVE THOSE, as long as they make sense and they are creative. do not give me that "she let out a breath she didnt know she was holding" bs.

i want "the night circus" level description when it comes to settings. i need to see taste hear smell FEEL the fucking surroundings

-vibe: doomed from the start. i dont want my characters to be happy. make me fall in love and then break my heart and do not apologise for it :,) (shit am i masochistic? damn)

- others: it would be cool if it is somehow relevant to our present irl current political state/ real world problems. it would be even cooler if it somehow fits a ton of mitski songs. also gayness is very welcomed

yeahh thats all i got for now. oops i wrote alot. at the start of my reply i was thinking along the lines of solitaire and crime and punishment and no longer human, but then it was all scrapped and i based it all off of the poppy war trilogy because it did fantasy and character dynamics/personalities/backstories SO RIGHT.

tysmmm for this ask. i would love to ask it right back, but i dont know who you are :(( ahsvsj feel free to tell me anyways tho in my askbox as an anon !!

*this was not proofread

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bluenightcomedies · 11 months

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i wanted to draw rain world scug headcanons but keep being busy and distracted with other stuff so ima write now, draw later >w<; readmore cuz it long

Survivor: -has a lot of small scars on body, but isn't normally visible -collects various items as a salvaging habit, and anthro form prefers clothes with a lot of pockets for this reason -becomes Gourmand's best disciple in crafting, makes simple tools and jewelry Monk: -has a couple bite scars from early taming attempts -makes accessories and trinkets from shed skin, feathers, and bones due to having a lot of that from spending time with lizards -the above details makes them look like a warrior or druid at first glance, but is an absolute sweetheart to everyone -brown spots like banana slug! Hunter: -doesn't properly reincarnate cuz the rot counts as another living being, so they're stuck together until one consumes the other -as such when Hunter is fully taken over, they finally reincarnate but all the way back from just before the rot fully develops, probably impairing their memory or setting them back at square one alternate artihunter angst -has scav-like mannerisms and a lot less graceful than other scugs -probably would've had an easy time befriending scavs if Artificer didn't make them terrified of red scugs Artificer: -it's popular to depict artificer as a punk- and i see why- but i see em as more of chancla mom, very affectionate and doting with other scugs but brutal towards perceived threats -single-handedly the core reason all scavs are nervous wrecks in the presence of scugpups -has accidentally launched themself or others after grooming due to forgetting their saliva is explosive, darker patches of fur are due to this -tries to parent 5P on the ways of the scug Gourmand: -dense like a pitbull, ripped underneath the chub, which makes them even heavier- and stronger- than they look -gets tired not because they're 'out of shape' but cuz they have to lift their own weight a lot with the usual scug acrobatics -can immobilize scugs, scavs, and smaller lizards just by loafing on top of them, uses this to put them in "time-out" -has an observable grasp on ancient technology and is trying to teach other scugs Rivulet: -actually not a scug but a convergent evolution that strongly resembles them, with a bunch of biological and behavioral differences but gets along well enough -extremely prone to zoomies, body-checks others by accident often -very physical with affection and curiosity, which overwhelms some but is v appreciated by those who appreciate it -impossible to keep a grip on, like a wet ferret Spearmaster: -tail is hard to the touch due to containing needle-producing organs rather than fat or muscle -longer/taller than most scugs but also very thin, giving them an unnatural stretched-out appearance, which paired with the lack of a mouth and the strange tail, gives other scugs an uncanny valley effect -rivulet is unaffected by this and loves climbing onto them -can in fact wawa but it sounds creepy coming out of the tail vents -scugs have a gestural language for stealth 'talking', Spearmaster learns it and ends up improvising new signs to expand the language -teaches scugpups how to draw when they meet packs that don't mind their appearance Saint: -actually one of the younger scugs, but acts like a weary old man anyway due to what they've been through and also to try seem wiser and cooler -almost as zoomie-prone as rivulet and gets goofy with tongue acrobatics, but immediately pretends nothing happened if another scug catches them in the act -the floof is solely because SOS finds it cute -does the scrunge face when they tongue-grab something unpleasant -has attempted to use Enot's eggs to break the cycle. seems that didn't go according to plan... -seems to act as Monk's mentor but Monk helps them more

Nightcat: -literally just an ordinary scug besides the fur color, is basically the normie neighbor to the other scugs, always around but never got involved with the iterators or any big events -possibly the un-altered enot... nah, i'm sure it's a coincidence. Enot/INV/???: -despite obviously being a purposed organism, there are no records or knowledge of their existence -probs an attempt to destroy the karma cycle, but they destabilize it instead, causing unpredictable changes and probably causing alternate realities -bizarre personality and overly affectionate antics either due to loose grasp on reality or being unable to keep a consistent relationship between fluctuating timelines/realities -pretty hush on what the other timelines are like since it causes awkward situations, but couldn't resist telling 5P about Five Pebbsi, the catboy outfit, and various other embarrassing details. 5P killed them on the spot for it. worth it. -Saint seems to know about them but won't elaborate why or how

most of it's lame but wanted to say anyway bweh

#rain world #rain world headcanons #scug #slugcat #rain world slugcat #rain world survivor #rain world hunter #rain world monk #rain world rivulet #rain world saint #rain world artificer #rain world gourmet #rain world spearmaster #rain world gourmand #rain world nightcat #inv #enot

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bandontherunn · 2 years

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Fool’s Hour (Josh Kiszka x F!Reader)

“My mind is feeling galaxies I ain’t ever seen”

18+ minors dni!! 6.2k words of pure smut (Warnings: drug use, fingering, unprotected sex, bad pick up lines)

Muted purple lightning spidered across the night sky outside your hotel window, lighting up the clouds with a pink hue. The last of the storm was dying down, the rustling palm trees slowing their movements. The rumbles have become nothing but a whisper across the night sky. The rain slows to a drizzle as you lay in bed with the glass slider open.

The storm that had started hours ago was finally dead, and the night resumed its song as a cooler, but equally humid breeze carried in by the storm rustled the blinds on the sliding door. Through the glass slider to your third story balcony hotel room, you can hear the waves of the ocean crashing against the sandy beaches of the coast. You lay there for a while willing yourself to let the waves lull you to sleep, and what would usually put you to sleep is keeping you awake now. You have always been restless on trips, and this one was no different. Infact, your restlessness was heightened because you had taken this trip alone. Your body itches to get out and explore- do things you wouldn’t do under the eye of people you knew.

You’re not sure if it’s from the electricity of the storm or the fact that you have a terrible case of post concert energy but you move to sit on the edge of your bed, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the embroidered flowers on the duvet. Your mind briefly goes back to the show where you watched him make that stage his bitch, walking all over it in his tight little velvet jumpsuit. You press your thighs together excitedly and quickly snap yourself from the thoughts you’re having, sighing to yourself.

You never felt more euphoric than you had standing in front of them. You felt free for the first time in a while, and quite frankly, now you feel like pushing that freedom. You want to start small, something to get your blood rushing just a bit more before bed. Fortunately, you knew that the hotel pools closed at sunset, it was nearly two in the morning and a sneaky swim sans your bikini sounded like a good place to start.

You smirk to yourself as you tie the strings of your bikini behind your neck loosely enough that you’ll be able to slip out of them without much effort. You forego your sandals, wearing only the bare minimum lest you need to make a mad dash for the gates. You grab one of the stiff bleached hotel towels and slip out your hotel door into the hallway. It was much cooler than your room, pure air conditioning prickles your skin versus the humid tropical air that seeps through your balcony slider.

Excitement bubbles in your belly as you pad quickly down the carpeted hallway past unassuming doors whose occupants were probably fast asleep, much like you should be. You pick up speed running full speed down the hallway, gripping your towel for dear life as a smile plasters your face. You opt for the three flights of stairs to the ground rather than the risk of getting caught in an elevator.

Your skin welcomes the humid night air as you step out of the door, your feet pressed against the brick pathway below you. You can smell the chlorine, and though you already know where the pool is you’re sure you could find it from scent alone. The nighttime wildlife chirped all around you from the trees, giving their thanks to the rain. You assumed frogs were responsible for the song but everything was so different than back home. You didn’t care to question it.

You reached the gate and quietly unlatched it. It surprised you when the latch actually slid out of place- it surprised you even more that no alarm went off. The trust places have in people- you scoff to yourself and then realize it’s people like yourself that warrant the need for locks. You grin even harder and slip through the gate. The moon is lighting up your path magnificently, but you stick close to the gate hoping the trees that line the fence will keep you unseen in their shadows.

You reach the end of the pool and drop your towel. The cooler air hits your body, your skin tightening with goosebumps. Your nipples strain against the fabric of your bikini top and you can’t help but shiver with a feeling that has little to do with the air. You start making quick work of slipping the string behind your neck over your head, letting the cups of your bikini top fall to rest on your stomach as you reach behind to untie the second string.

“Pools closed, y’know” A low honey voice comes from behind you and you swallow a scream and immediately turn around holding your top back up against your chest.

“For fuck sake” You whisper harshly and your eyes land on a boy, not much older than you shoulder deep in the jacuzzi hot tub. You couldn’t make out many features due to the dark and the water steaming against the night air. “Then why are you here?” You quietly spit, your nerves making your heart beat too fast. You could just make out his soft features under the moonlight, his curly dampened hair hanging like a mop around his face. Your hands go almost entirely numb when you finally recognize the face, looking much more relaxed in the moonlight now, than it had just a few hours prior at the venue.

“Same reason as you, apparently” You can hear the smirk in his voice as realization sets in and you avert your eyes from the face you had been observing intently, failing to notice until now the pair of swim trunks hanging over the ladder of the hot tub. “You know the hot tub is much nicer for that”

“Are you inviting me?” You whisper, your voice surprisingly level for the state your nervous system is in. You shift in your spot and let your eyes land on him again, deciding to yourself then and there that you did not in fact know who this man was and you’d never heard of him in your life. He raises his hands slightly, the water splashing and he leans back against the concrete with his arms across the edge of the tub.

“If you read it that way” he says under his breath, the infliction in his voice causes you to step forward before you’re really conscious of the decision. You try to relax when your feet hit the hot water, but then he smiles up at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling- and your attempt is proven futile.

Even though your fingers are trembling, you drop your top unabashedly, considering he’s already seen you in half your glory. Even still, he widens his eyes silently and looks away until you’ve discarded your bikini, comfortably sinking under the camouflage of the rippling water. You settle into the bench seat a few feet from him, leaning your shoulder blades against the concrete.

“Sorry if I scared you” He rolls his head to the side to look at you, and for the first time you really get a good look at him, a goofy grin plastered across his face. His eyes are hooded terribly and you raise your eyebrows at him. His demeanor immediately soothes your nerves.

“You’re stoned aren’t you?” You laugh under your breath as he looks behind him with faux surprise before looking back at you.

“Who? Me?” He points to himself, you shake your head incredulously and roll your eyes. He just smiles and reaches behind him, conveniently producing a half smoked blunt from the sole of his sandal along with a lighter. “Thanks for the reminder”

He flicks the lighter to life and lifts it to the end of the blunt that’s held delicately between his plush lips. You watch too intently as he inhales, his chest puffing out as his lungs fill with the sweet smelling smoke. He looks up at you as he exhales, his eyebrows tilting up. “You want some?”

You nod and reach out for the blunt but he shakes his head bringing it back up to his lips, “C'mere” he mumbles around the end of the paper, beckoning you with a tilt of his head. You lower your hand and slide down the bench until your knees touch.

He brings his hand up, cupping your jaw, his thumb pressing gently into your chin. He smiles softly as he leans in and you’re close to going cross eyed as you follow the tip of his nose until it nearly touches yours. He tugs on your chin slightly and you open your mouth in time to suck the smoke he’s exhaling from his lungs.

When he’s done he pulls away, letting his smoke sit in your chest until you’re confident enough you’ve absorbed enough. When you finally exhale nothing but a wisp leaving your lungs. You sigh and close your eyes, feeling lightheaded from the interaction. He mimics your sigh semi dramatically and you pop your eyes open to look at him.

“What?” You lick your lips and he shakes his head. You sit up straighter, able to see the moon reflecting in his dark eyes.

“Want another hit?” He asks, his voice muted with smoke filled lungs.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” You smirk, finding a new fire within yourself to give into what you want.

“Maybe.” He takes another drag, exhaling as he flicks the ashes on the concrete behind his head. “Is it working?” He grins.

“Hmm I dunno” you fake a look of contemplation. “I had to ask, I mean If it was, I shouldn’t have to ask to know, yknow?” You tease and he chews at his lip squinting at you.

“Okay how about this” he clears his throat and adjusts his shoulders, “hey mama, are you a map? Cause I’d be lost without you” he visibly holds back a shit grin, and you visibly cringe at the words that just came out of his mouth.

It’s almost enough to make you want to wrap yourself in the towel and go back to your room forever. Nevertheless, you stay, a grin of your own spreading across your face, “That explains why you’re having a hard time finding your way to a decent pickup line.” You don’t even have time to bask in what you thought was the best comeback of your life and he’s opening his mouth again.

“Did it hurt?” He retorts immediately, ignoring the words you just spoke.

“What when I fell from heaven?” You scoff, “Th-“

“No when you crawled out of the seventh circle of he-“ he cuts himself off with his own giggles when you splash him, effectively wetting his hair further, the drops of water spiraling down his ringlets. The water sizzles out the blunt in his hand and he throws is behind him. He splashes you back and you gasp, the hot water tingling your face. Laughter bubbles up inside of you but you repress it to near snorts for fear of getting caught. You attempt to push your wet hair out of your face only to be splashed again, ruining any progress.

You messily push your hair back finally, to find him scrunching his curls back up in an attempt to wring the water from them. His mouth opens like he’s going to talk but you shut it down with another splash, the bulk of the water filling his mouth. He makes an audible sound of disgust and spits the water out, looking at you, “that was mean” he states simply, unable to keep the smile from his voice.

“You started it,” You say with a childlike assertion.

“And now I’m stopping it” He retorts.

“aww someone a sore loser?” You raise your hand, threatening another splash but he is quick to snap his hand out and grab your wrist, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

“How about you cool it?” He brings your hand back down below the water and laying it on your thigh. His fingers brush your skin and you expect him to move his hand but it nearly hovers there, his fingertips ghosting your skin with the movement of the water.

“How about you shut up with those shitty lines?” you nudge his knee with yours and he looks up at you. A ghost of a smile appears on his lips and his jaw visibly tenses as his eyes flick down to your lips and back up, lingering long enough to make your heart skip in your chest. Even though you knew he was there, the feeling still came as a surprise to you when his fingers brushed against your thigh with more pressure, this time laying his palm out flat to rest against the soft skin.

Both of you search each others face with your eyes, making eye contact briefly. His fingertips knead ever so slowly into the meat of your thigh as your body heats up significantly under his touch with a warmth that has absolutely nothing to do with the water that envelopes the both of you.

“How about you shut up and kiss me?” He whispers, putting emphasis on every syllable.

"Oh?" You question so breathlessly that you are doubtful he even heard you, but he nods his head softly and brings his other hand up to slide behind your neck.

You barely have to lean in before he’s pulling you into him and his plush lips are pressed to yours, more than eager to capture your mouth in a kiss. His lips move against yours with a smooth fire that has taken no time to build, as if he'd been feeling the sexual energy you felt towards him long before you two even met. The hand that’s resting on your thigh starts to trail up your body, effectively skipping over your hips and up to your breast bone sending light feathered touches across your collarbones.

His thumb presses into the dip between your collarbones before his hand wraps around your neck just hard enough to press a soft moan from your lungs. You feel him smile against your mouth and you swear you can feel your own pulse under the pressure of his fingers on your neck.

His tongue teases your lower lip and your eyes flutter shut as you open your mouth to him, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Every nerve in your body is fuzzy with static as he loosens his grip on your neck and slides both hands down to your waist as your tongues work against each other. He pulls you closer to him on the bench, your body gliding effortlessly through the water until you’re straddling only one of his legs. Hovering, is a better term, afraid of how you’d react if your bare pussy made contact with his thigh.

You lean forward to press your body against his, feeling his cock brush against your abdomen. Your stomach tightens immediately at the contact. You search for it again, this time with your hand- feeling bold enough in the dark to act on impulse. He groans when your fingertips brush up his length, the lightest touch already telling of how hard he is. You finally press yourself against his thigh, settling fully against him and before you can start to roll your hips for the friction you so desperately need, he’s pulling away and pushing you down until your head is barely above the water.

“What the fu-“ You blurt out but his hand is over your mouth before you can get it all out. He’s looking behind you, ducking down equally as low. You’re afraid to turn around or make a move so you watch his eyes follow something behind you until suddenly his face is illuminated by a beam of white light. “Shit.” He hisses, and a deeper voice comes from behind you, telling you to stay where you are. But of course he grabs your wrist and pulls you up harshly “come on”

You turn your head as he pulls you up the jacuzzi stairs behind him and catch the not so happy face of a security guard making his way to the gated entrance, his flashlight still attempting to focus on your moving bodies.

“Wait-“ you half stop but he yanks your arm causing you to stumble a bit as he continues moving, “dude I need my suit- or-“

“Fuck that” he laughs, letting go of your arm and picking up his speed, “we gotta go babe” you do a double take at him, letting the pet name of all things catch you off guard.

The sound of the metal gate clasping shut forced you to look over your shoulder at the tubby security officer who was making his way to you with just enough speed to be intimidating. You snap your head back to the boy who is already getting away from you. You curse to yourself, grabbing your breasts in a makeshift bra and take off towards the mop of curly hair that’s bouncing with every hurried step. You suppress a laugh, but not well enough when you catch sight of his pale ass in the moonlight.

Your body drips and the air feels even cooler after your time in the hot tub as you focus on trying not to slip against the slippery concrete and tile. As you catch up to him he’s got the gate open already, and you run past him, stark naked, and out into the parking lot.

You hear the gate slam behind you and you turn to see him following behind you with his dick cupped in both his hands. “Where the fuck are we going” you whisper in between giggles so harshly, it may as well have been spoken at normal volume.

“White jeep- all the way down and to the right” he chokes on his own laughter as you both run, your wet feet slapping against the pavement. You reach the car, and yank the door open, not bothering to wait for him to let you in or even confirm it was the right car.

He just about dives in after you, pulling you down against him as flush to the seat of the car as possible. You’re both pressed together in every sense of the word as he reaches his hand up to press the lock button. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and relaxes against you. Both of your chests heave together, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

“Let’s just lay low for a minute, yeah?” He breathes heavily, his face nearly buried in your neck.

“I agree-“ you sigh, letting out a exhausted giggle. You let your head fall back against the leather car seat. The car smells oddly comforting, it reminds you of your favorite thrift store back home that always had incense burning on the front counter. His breath starts to even out and your heart is decidedly calmer when you decide to break the silence, “What’s your name anyway?”

“Huh?” He sounds genuinely surprised, “I thought you knew”

“I literally just met you, how would I know?” You fake it, but it’s very convincing, even to your knowing ears.

“I- I don’t know” he breathes a laugh into your neck, shaking his head and he sounds almost embarrassed. “Josh”

“Nice to meet you, Josh.” You give him your name and he chuckles under his breath. You crane your neck to look up at him, raising your eyebrows. “Hm?”

“Nothing, that was just awfully formal coming from a pretty girl who has got her ass pressed against my cock”

Hearing those words pass his lips against your neck causes your pussy to clench around nothing, an ache forming between your legs. You aren’t going to let him control you so easily, though it’s exactly what you want.

“And those words are awfully dirty coming from such a beautiful pair of lips, hm?” You roll your hips, pressing your ass into him gently and completely on purpose. His hand that lays against your hip tightens, fingertips digging into your flesh.

“Fuck mama, you know how to work me don’t you?” He grinds against you with the smallest of moments, using his hands to guide your hips into his painstakingly slow rhythm.

“Call me that again-“ You whisper under your breath, reaching your arm up behind you to slip your fingers into his curls, pulling his lips down to your neck, just below your ear.

“You like that hmm- mama?” He mutters softly, smirking against your sensitive, chlorine scented skin. Goosebumps rise on your arms and you visibly shiver as his breath skims across your ear. “Yeah she does,” He rubs circles into your hips with his fingertips and you whimper, feeling his cock jump against your ass involuntarily as a result.

His tongue starts licking and suckling softly against your neck, leaving wet kisses to the sensitive skin. He nips particularly hard, drawing a groan from your lips- you’re positive there will be marks. You tilt your head back and look out the window of the car, unable to see anything but treetops from your place in the back seat.

“Josh-“ You voice cracks. He hums against you in response, his lips still moving across your skin. “you think he’s still looking?”

“I doubt it” he mumbles between gentle kisses that are now trailing down your shoulder. “eager?” He nips at your shoulder and you’re so focused on the sensation you don't feel his fingers moving until they ghost against your already too sensitive clit. You almost unintentionally buck your hips up into his palm.

"Patience" he coos, pressing his fingers a bit harder into the hot skin of your inter thigh. “We’ve got all night" his fingers continuing to slide down brushing against the soft skin on the crease of your hip, avoiding the place you wanted his touch the most.

You're hyper aware of his breathing, feeling his exhale drift over your chest as his other hand reaches from underneath you to grab your breast from behind, immediately rolling your sensitive nipple between his fingertips.

He slips two fingers between your thighs, running them through your slick and up to your clit in one swift motion, making your hips arch away from him. He pulls you back against him firmly before returning his fingers to your aching bud. Your lips part in a moan as he rubs his fingertips against you, sliding down across your slick pussy.

"Oh mama, you're a mess" he breathes. You close your eyes and thread your fingers tighter into his curls with his words.

"All for you" You sigh, his fingers still pressed against you, sliding slowly up and down. "more-" you press your hips against his hand as his fingers move up, starting to swirl slowly around your swollen bud.

"More what?" He stills his movements, just keeping his fingertips pressed to your throbbing clit.

"Please" You need his touch almost more than you needed air. "Touch me," You beg.

"I am touching you" you can hear the smirk in his voice and under any other circumstance you'd find the tension exhilarating.

"Don't tease me Joshua Michael- I want you so bad-" Your hand finds his, and you push it down until you’re both sliding down against your slick.

“How do you know that,” He says more as a statement rather than a question, his hand stilling against you, “my full name” your blood runs ice cold. Your body stiffened substantially which is why when your voice comes out to protest it’s shaky.

“I- well- you-“ you stutter, suddenly feeling more exposed than you’d like to be. He brushes your hair behind your ear and leans over your cheek, his breath fanning your face. The gesture would look soft to a bystander but the tone of his voice when he speaks next makes the position more daunting than anything. It makes heat flood between your legs more than you’d like to admit.

“You think you can fool me mama?” He says slyly, “I saw you tonight, screaming my name- never forget a pretty face like yours.” His voice is low and his lips play along your cheek as he speaks.

“You knew then-“ You voice comes out labored and squeaky, embarrassment still running white through your veins.

“Of course I knew- even if I hadn’t seen you earlier, the way you looked at me when you got close enough- you’re an open book, babydoll- I actually think it’s quite cute you tried to lie” He says putting strong emphasis on tried. His fingers are still pressed to your pussy, your hand dead still on top of his. You’re no doubt throbbing against him, and you wonder if he can feel you dripping as he condescendingly reveals your little lie.

“I thought it would make it easier to-“ you start but he cuts you off with a curl of his finger into your soaked heat. You stifle a moan and he kisses your cheek before nipping at it with his teeth and pulling back.

“To what? Talk to me? Listen to yourself, mama-“

He slips another finger inside of you, and you moan louder. A breathy sigh passes his lips, obviously enjoying the effects that his taunting has on you and your body, “you’re doing a little more than talking”

“And you should be doing a little less talking” You blurt out, your tone way more blunt than you intended. You bring your hand to your mouth as if you could attempt to push the sentence back in.

“Are you getting smart with me?” He curls his fingers up inside you even further, this time not slowing his motions as you writhe against him. You answered the question with a shake of your head and a deep moan, bucking your hips up into his palm. He pumps his fingers faster, his face still close enough to yours that you are nearly looking into his eyes.

You move your fingers down to rub your clit but he swats your hand away before you can reach the aching bundle of nerves. You whine and roll your hips further up into his hand, “oh that’s it mama, fuck your self on my fingers- you’re so needy aren’t you? I bet I know what was going through that pretty little head of yours every time you looked at me on stage” He slips his fingers out of you and you gasp at the stark loss of contact.

He sits up, tilting your hips until you’re laid ass up across his lap. He brings his hand down in a light smack across your upper thigh before soothing it with a gentle rub. “You looked completely fucked out hanging over that rail” he squeezes your ass with both of his hands, hard enough that a whimper leaves your lips. “Tell me, were you wet for me even then? Did I ruin those panties”

You laugh darkly to yourself and adjust your hips against the cock that you can feel pressing against your stomach, “I wasn’t wearing any,” you grind your hips down again and his fingers finally dip down against your cunt, this time probing you deliciously from behind. “I was dripping down my thighs beneath that skirt, Josh” You swear you hear him whine.

“Fuck-“ he breathes, “sit up” his voice orders, rougher than it was before. You maneuver your way into his lap through the small space of the backseat, carefully swinging your leg over his hips.

His cock is laying hard and throbbing against his stomach as you settle against his thighs, bringing your arms up to lock around his neck. His hands that occupied your waist now travel up to your breasts, taking one in each hand and giving them a firm squeeze that nearly made you cry out.

“So perfect” He groans as he leans down to lick a stripe right between them. His fingers work at your nipples simultaneously giving them his utmost attention as his tongue traces circles against your collarbone. Your nipples become quickly overstimulated as he rolls them between his fingers and you rock your hips against his thighs, praying for another sensation to focus on.

"Fuck, Josh" you whine as he leans down to take your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, leaving small bite marks into the soft skin. You grind your hips down against his thigh, sliding your hand down his chest and tracing the trail of hair that leads you to wrap your fingers around the base of him.

Excitement fuzzed in your stomach when you felt the size of him, your pussy clenching at the thought of taking him whole. "Hmm, you want that baby?" He smiled against your skin, bucking his hips as much as he could up into your hand. "You want my cock?" You feel precum leaking from the tip and look to watch it running down his length. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, knowing how deliciously he'll stretch you as he bottoms out. The sounds he'll elicit from you as his cock sends shockwaves through your body. He sits back up, his mouth leaving your breast with a satisfying pop, and his honey brown irises make contact with yours, his lids heavy with lust.

You can only imagine the desperate look on your face as you look up at him. His curls hang messily over his forehead as he effortlessly lifts your hips, wrapping his hand around yours and sliding the tip of his cock through your folds, collecting the slick.

"Oh- you hear how soaked you are?” He lets his mouth hang open slightly, letting out a low moan as he slides just the tip of his cock into you. You whine and buck your hips against it, hoping for a little more than just the tip. You start to lower yourself slowly, but let out a near scream as he matches your movement, thrusting deep into you with a grunt.

"Oh! god yes- oh" you cry out as you lower yourself completely onto him, slumping forward with your hands up over his shoulders. Your fingernails are digging hard into his back as he fucks up into relentlessly, sending shockwaves through your entire body.

“Fuck mama, you’re so tight, you pretty little thing,” He groans between thrusts, ducking his head down to suck dark marks into your shoulder. The sting makes you hiss and the lewd slapping of his hips against yours tightens the knot in your stomach. You surprise yourself with how soon you’ve come to the edge as you continue to fuck agaisnt him.

He tilts his hips, the tip of his cock brushing suddenly against your sensitive walls, slamming you into your first orgasm. You barely had time to say anything but his name as your body jerked against him. A string of obscenities falling from his lips as you tighten around him, whimpering- but he never stops fucking into you.

You cry out to him as the air is pushed out of your lungs with every continuous thrust of his hips. Seemingly unsatisfied unless you are shaking in his arms, so overstimulated you could barely breathe. A fucked out smile stretches lazily across your lips as Josh's cock brushes against that spot deep inside you that makes you shudder.

He brings his hand down between your bodies m, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit. He works the bud expertly under his fingertips, your hips jerking into his touch. His other hand presses into the small of your back, guiding you loosely into his rhythm. Your lips connect with his neck, the saltiness of his skin flooding your tastebuds. You lap hungrily at his sweat glistened skin, circling your tongue around the adam's apple that bobbed in his throat as he groaned your name, letting his head fall back against the headrest.

“Listen to yourself Joshy- completely fucked aren’t you?” You licked up his neck, pausing to suck gently into the skin that was stretched thin against his jawline. “You’re so pretty-“

“Keep talking to me like that and I won’t last long, mama” he moans, his hand leaving your clit, opting to grab your hips with both hands, guiding you against him.

“And what’s wrong with that?” You soothe him closer to the edge, twirling your fingers through his hair, your chest pressed nearly flush to his. “You did so good tonight, you deserve it” you press your lips just below his ear, and he whimpers when you take his earlobe between your teeth, his small silver hoop clicking against your teeth.

You know he’s close when you feel him twitch inside you with every noise you both make. Your next orgasm looms above you, the impending wave approaching and receding but never crashing, simply because you won’t let it. You are enjoying this way too much to let it slip by so quickly. You start rocking your hips harder against him, his fingers pressing deeper into your skin. You feel yourself clench around him, a thick moan falling from your lips as you messily press your lips to his.

Your mouths are hot and open against each other, stealing each other's air from one anothers lungs. As your tongues dance for dominance. He picks up his speed suddenly inside you, destroying any control you thought you had over the situation. You nearly bounce on his lap from the force of the thrusts he is delivering into your throbbing pussy.

You buck yourself against him, the fire that you had slowly been kindling between your hips rapidly growing with every movement. You start to tremble, pulling his hair that was still wrapped around your fingers as you moaned loud and slow against his lips.

"That’s it, come for me" He whispers against your mouth, taking your lower lip between his teeth as his own release creeps up on him quickly.

“I'm almost there baby-“ you breathe out and lean away from him, switching up the angle into which he’s brushing against you.

“Come for me, and I’ll fill you up nice and full, just like you want" Your mouth dropped open in a pleasured scream, your head nearly slamming against the back of the front seat. As you bounce on his cock tears begin forming in your eyes from the pure pleasure he’s delivering straight into your tightened core.

“That’s it- right there Josh- fuck me- just- like- that” Your lungs are exasperated, as you speak between thrusts, your voice coming out as breaths more than actual words.

"Oh shit- fuck" he whines pathetically as he leans his own head back once more, the movement of his hips faltering underneath you. His body jerks but he doesn’t stop the slap of his hips against yours, fucking you through your moans as you finally reach your peak.

You fall apart all at once, white dots filling your vision as you nearly black out, your body so overcome with pleasure in a way only he has ever made you feel. You clench tight around his cock, and he groans as he begins to fall apart as well, filling you up, just like he said he would. The warm release makes you shudder around him as he thrusts into you sloppily a few more times, soft high pitched moans leaving his lips as he hangs his head infront of him.

The back of your head is still pressed against the back of the front seat as you slowly come back to your senses. The feeling of Josh gently stroking his thumbs against your sides. You let your body slowly slump forward into him, whimpering quietly as his cock shifted inside you. Josh sighs into your neck at the sound, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. He lets himself softly slip from inside you, and you settle back down into his lap, your fingers brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“We should get back to our rooms before the morning staff come in-“ he pauses, breaking through the comfortable silence you suddenly created. “I have a shirt you can wear to cover up in the back” He whispers, bringing a hand up to the back of your head, smoothing out your hair.

You hum, nodding and pressing your face into his neck, not really wanting to acknowledge the fact that you’ll have to go back to your room alone. He seems to pick up on it, knowingly pulling you tighter to him as you both breathe silently against each other for a while. His hands are pressed against your back, his palms warm and soft against your skin. His breathing has leveled as he runs his fingers up and down your spine.

You aren’t sure how long you stayed like that but when you finally turn your head away from his neck, your eyes feel heavy. You feel his face pressed to the side of your head, his face nuzzled into your hair. You look out the window, and notice the sky looks as though it’s just beginning to glow over the horizon, but the light so muted you wonder if you’re imagining it. He doesn’t move beneath you, the only way to tell he is still awake being the way he still holds you tightly.

“Josh-“ you say softly.

“Hm?” He hums into your hair.

“I left my room key on the dresser”

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #gvf one shot #gvf #gvf fic #jake kiszka #sam kiskza #gvf smut #josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka smut #jake kiszka one shot #gvf fanfiction #greta van fic #greta van fleet fic #gvf imagine

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tinyshe · 16 days

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Garden Report & Frugal Living 24.04.12

Today we managed to get a bucket of sand from the beach before the weekend rains appear. Also planted in pots some old seeds, really crammed them in thickly because I am so late and not sure if they will even germ . Note to self: harvest dates are important especially if you have a tendency like me to over purchase/horde seeds/trade seeds. And make sure they are sealed well! I spilled a great deal of Peshawar poppies because inner glaceing bag was haphazard and another bag of some sort of bean was in open plastic (is that mold or inoculation?). I planted out the beans thickly in a glow box not wanting to take up space for about 75 bean plants. If they come up it will indeed be a pleasant surprise! and even more if the voracious creatures stay off! So here is what is planted:

Peshawar poppies

calendula

early cabbages (hope they won't bolt)

purple broccoli (hoping for cooler grow season so no bolt)

yellow mangels/beets

pole beans

spring onions

guava seed (saved seeds, idk but I am guessing they may be pineapple guava from fruit we receive every year)

giant prague celeriac (giant celery root)

white pickle cucumber

tiger toms (red paste toms with green stripes)

flat leaf parsely

basil (genovese/sweet style)

I have some black polish radish that is suppose to be sweeter than the spainish variety but those I need to direct sow.

The ants are still in grow box #2. I thought I had gotten them out last year but no such luck. I will need to find some terro boxlettes.

The purple asparagus has quickly sent up a spear. No sign of any others. I collected seeds off of it last year and I really should plant but I'm not sure I can commit to the slowness of it (about 8 weeks to germinate!).

There is so much I want to plant this year but I need a major clean and if I get settlement, there may be enough for roof but the tear off will generate a huge amount of waste and even with tarps down, many things will probably die due to impact and workers' boots so definitely can not do guerrilla gardening along the flower beds and shrubbery.

Currently foraging lilac blossoms. I dry them and place in jars for tea.

The quince is just loaded with blossoms! I have never seen this many flowers! We love quince so hoping for good pollination and much fruit. The red fleshed apple is starting to bloom as is the pears -- yes, the little asian pear may pull through! The raspberries are also starting to bloom. The pots I propagated last year need to find homes or be planted. I need to pull weeds from the white currant transplants. This is the year I need to transplant my little persimmons I grew from seed if they survived. They make a long tap root first so its essential to find a good spot -- no moving them around!!

Once again, too slow on the pruning! The birds are setting up housekeeping. The collared doves once again are trying to nest in the garden. I'm hoping that the neighbors will mellow out. They are becoming more aware of the songbirds that frequent my thicket (there really is a method to my madness... for some things).

Frugal tip: do you knit or crochet? do you want to learn but don't want to commit to a large project? got an old t-shirt? with a pair of cloth scissors, cut your t-shirt into a continuations ribbon about the width of your little finger or half that width. Roll your t-shirt 'ribbon in a ball. From the thrift store or if you have a crafters borrowering library get like maybe number 6-8mm knit needles/ crochet hook. Most craft stores also have economy priced needles/hooks if you want to invest and learn. You can knit/crochet a 'sample' sqare and use it as a wash cloth for your dishes. You can do this trying out new stitches as well with cotton yarns (look in thrift stores, rummage sales and craft discount sales). This way you are learning a new skill, recycling a spent object and hopefully being enthused and having fun. It might even become a hobby!

So my friends, get outside! Grow a garden, get a hobby and grow yourself in the process!

#catholic gardener #garden report #frugal living #planting #seeds #flower #vegetable #fruit trees #berries #craft #handcrafted #hobbies #gardening #garden #pest control #birds #urban homesteading #urban bird sanctuary

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what was going through jordan's head seeing bella again after so long? did they keep up with everything she did or was she put away in a box in the back of their mind? I need mooore

glows up from the inside like the sun

jordan forced themselves not to keep up with her over the years, and it was fucking hard too, at first. They'd want to know what she was doing, who she was with, if she'd eaten enough that day, if they'd been to harsh the last time they'd spoke, if they should reach out. Then they'd remember how she looked when jordan kissed her and asked her to be with them, how her lips had turned down and her eyes had gleamed with tears and how resentful those tears had made jordan feel, always their weak spot, always aimed right for their heart. they'd remember how much strength it took to walk away, how it felt like pulling out a fucking lung, half of their heart severed off forever to be where they were now. and one look, one google search of her name, would send them back. they'd fold, and they'd message her, and they'd ask to see her again. they couldn't.

so they wrap everything up, a shitty job, the wrapoing job, there are paper cuts and memories of bella still falling through the cracks - a flash of blonde hair in the summer sun, the smell of honeysuckle after the rain - but they shove it all down, shove it back back back, into the corner of their mind they dont allow themselves to wander towards.

so when they see her again its like - well its a gutpunch, really. even if they don't outwardly react much, inside its a cataclysmic event. walls becoming tumbling stones smashing into their ribcage, beating against their heart, pummeling it over and over because she's fucking beautiful. a soft pink rose surrounded by snow, she's petal soft and lovely and it hurts so fucking bad they feel sick with it. because it wasn't just their heart bella broke that day, it was jordans very being.

they've spent years building to who they are, to becoming the untouchable jordan li. #2, they're that bitch, that fucking guy, that cunt that is smarter, hotter and cooler than you, and yet just one glimpse of Bella and they're a teenager again. awkward and stuffy and their fingers twitch at their sides because the urge to touch her is so strong. but they dont.

they collect themselves, down two, maybe three, glasses of champagne down the fucking hatch they go before they fix the cufflinks around their wrists and adopt and air of winter that'll freeze her before she can try to warm them up to her.

because they can see it in her eyes, big and imploring when they look at jordan. puppy dog soft, she wants to talk. reconcile, probably. and maybe if jordan was a better person they'd have that talk, suffer through the awkward small talk of it all, squeeze bellas hand and tell her they were kids then and its all in the past.

but its not in the past, not for jordan. that cut still bleeds red, the hurt still runs a river through their chest every day. and fuck her for batting her lashes and throwing them her baby browns like she didn't fucking take jordans heart out of their chest and crush it in her perfect hands.

seeing bella again is a fucking tragedy, but the curtains haven't closed yet. and jordan plans on making her regret letting them go.

#cha: bella!#oh i love them. so badly.

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 5 months

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Genuine questions about the Apocalyptic Genre

So, what is the shelf life of a bullet? Assuming that it was left in a box in a relatively dry, temperate room?

What would happen if it got humid / wet?

What about guns? Let's assume they're in a safe, how long can they go unoiled and ignored before they're useless?

A lot of the things Survivors in apocalypse and zombie movies find to save them just, don't seem practical to find and be able to use without any ongoing maintainence or care

And some things break down naturally (eg petrol has about 6mths of use if stored perfectly).

Fabric frays and can wear thin over time, but heat, rain, huidity and substances can increase the decay

Food is impermanent

Seeds do not last forever, unless stored Very Specifically, and your average shopping centre isn't going to.

Plastic gets brittle over time, and breaks.

A lot of stuff we use is straight up designed to fail after a certain period of time.

Medications? Forget it, you're already dead. Mobility aids? Anything that needs electricity?

Generators that aren't solar powered are likely going to be impacted after a period of time, esp fuel based.

Cars? There's a lot of little parts that can go tits up. Sure, maybe you luck out and you bunk down next to a nearby car superstore, still not going to have Everything for Every Model and Year. Headlights, wipers, etc. may sound small... but when you need them, you need them.

Tyres? Rubber wears down rapidly.

Clothes - do you know how to manufacture fabric? Sure you might run into a lincraft or spotlight in the early days and have fabric to spare in your panic hut but, at some point, someone's going buck wild. Fabric wears out.

Camping stuff? Assuming you have a tent and basic stuff? Not many are made to last forever (except some super expensive models, etc)

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So, what could you reasonably expect to find say...

a) Day 1 of the apocalypse, zombie or otherwise? Probably most things.

b) Month 1 of the apocalypse? A lot of food and medications would have spoiled, industry went down even if only in certain fields, cars would be blocking the way, maybe some places have electricity and water. Depends on the area.

c) Two months? 6 months? A lot of things people assume they will find or have access to in an apocalyptic setting are gone, or not in useable condition.

d) 12 months to 2 years, even a lot of the canned stuff isn't safe. The main thing you need is common sense and a knowledge of dangerous food signs (botulism) like buldging cans.

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What could we possibly think to have access to, scavenger wise?

Let's assume that that apocalypse was a devastation that did not involve aliens or zombies or being hunted. The rules would be different. Not a lot of humanity left.

+First things would be checking house to house in a radius out from your own to find people and animals that have been left. Free who you can. Livestock might need to have gates opened so they can move to somewhere with more grass or food... if you are not used to livestock, use your brain but also try to find someone who might have more of a clue how to move them safely.

+Take inventory of what you have on you and have access to, food, water, clothes, etc.

+One good zombie apocalypse podcast mentioned that day one they had everyone fill up all containers and bathtubs and buckets with water in case the power went out. Sounds good. If you have tanks, make sure you have a ladder somewhere, to do the old 'how much' test.

+Some way to make fire. The flick lighter you have now will work, until it runs dry... start thinking of other options from day 1, because that day will come. The wood sticks and friction works, but is slow, flint/steel not everyone has options, two stones can take ages to spark, etc.

+Probably cutlery and some cooking items. Worth collecting, esp if its more than just you and you lost your own home / were a brand new uni person with nothing in the apartment.

+If you have a cooler, but no access to ice, it might not be ideal. In the first days, though, you might have a chance to use it with ice for meat and other items. Ice boxes are brilliant and last DAYS if used right, without a change to ice. But not a forever option.

The question is if you then need to move somewhere cooler.

+If you raided a school you could get one of those big plastic drink containers to store water in. Or most bunnings type places have the 20L water containers, some with spouts. Bonus of getting a trolley thing to pull it about in. Its about a lot of water that can be ported as needed. They are uncomfy to lug hand-wise over distance, because of the way it dangles of your arm, but if you got creative with ties, you could backpack it.

+Bags. Different shapes and types, especially backpacks.

+Water bottles, or containers like thermos that would hold stuff for long treks, etc. Most camping stores could have the little pouches and the long straw but like... you get a bit of mildew in there and the whole thing is a pain to clean etc.

+Assuming you can settle somewhere, and are not 100% mobile the whole time, you'd be focused on being somewhere with access to wood for fire (food, heat, light) depending on the type of apocalypse.

+Cheap stores could be plundered in the early times for shitty items that might work a few times, and basic hygiene items. You don't need brand name if you're desperate to be clean. Soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, a towel or two, etc. They won't last foreever, but when a towel starts to die out, it becomes other things like rags,, something to patch up a hole in the wall, fire starter material (most are polycotton)

Stuff that you need in the moment but can replace as life goes on.

+A basic toolkit, might last a while (live in a Bunnings, you might have a chance to rebuild society lmao, garden section, tools, even dog and cat foods there too if you manage to get out with your furry fam)

+In any school or ofice there should be at least one orange over full first aid kit. Grab it. The things in it will need a bit of updating over time, and discarded after a time.

+Pharmacy - you're gonna need meds and a local medicine wizard who can find solutions for the meds that run out and aren't replaced, if any.

+Paper and pens, something to help you leave notes for others to let them know where you are, or where to get help. Even just keep diary and inventory. You could try carving on rock but who has the time?

+Seeds and fertiliser. This'd need to happen earlier o, and if water is scarce you might need to get creative - is there a dam nearby or a creek they could plant near? Can you get soe of those Easy Planters that have a little wate tray under that kind of manages itself.

At least one shovel. If the rich try to raise prices on things... remember, a lot of fertiliser can be improved through the addition of blood and bone.

+I'd raid the library for things like a Big Book of First Aid, any book that told of native foods and poisonous plants, any How To Guides, and also some novels of different kinds to make sure no one was going to lose their minds. Maybe steal a whiteboard and some markers, so you can teach others these things, because hopefully there'd be a community starting up to replace what was lost.

Hopefully, the librarians wouldnt kill you.

+Cloth, pillows, bedding (possibly from stores or from abandoned homes of the gone), even scraps from the op shops and general clothes. Thread - try to find the cotton stuff, the plastic 2 dollar stuff from cheap stores tends to snap easy, esp with too much tension. fine for little stuff tho.

Coathangers too, you want this stuff up off the ground and not in a Pile. that's snake heaven and also a quick way for it to molder. Where possible, for a community, you'd want to find a way to get and store clothes of all ages and sizes because there'll be kids, and they grow so goddamn fast. Shoes... are negotiable.

+Lots of those Put 'em together Yourself furniture items will die if too old, wet or simply the stars are aligned wrong. Plan further out whn possible.

+Fuel - we know it doesn't last forever. Also a lot of chemicals will likely either be inert or super dangerous after a period of time, be careful handling bottles you find, etc.

+Food - finding in the initial, no wokkas. OVer time? Flour doesn't last forever. You can get eggs if you have food for chickens and the shelter for them. Maybe if you have a butcher you would be able to manage the acquisition of meat... or make do.

I have thought about Farming in the Apocalypse. The problem with the idea of a protagonist just Finding a farm and mangically getting food is that, that's not how it works.

Any farming family can tell you that there's so many different parts to a farm, turning crops, caring for cows and cattle, even just milking must be done regularly or the cows can have severe problems or die. Sheep need regular care and shearing, and also you have to manage them so they don't get flyblown, etc.

You can't turn the tractors on after a certain time, the harvesters, etc. You'd need to think about possible acres of fields needing to be managed by hand. Some crops get burned to stubble, how can that be safely managed? What do you, random possible city protagonist, know about rotating crops?

Do yuo understand what to do for animal husbandry? Hopefully someone from one of the families around would be there, and able to guide and manage it overall, train the survivors, but that never works out in movies.

You might have eggs, milk, meat, and some forms of food in this situation (depending on the farm, some are specifically one or two things), not much fruit

You would need to find a fruit solution, even if you have to raid a shopping centre for rotting fruit to see if you can salvage the seeds. IT would take time to cultivate, even if it did.

Could reach out to any horticulturists who survived, I guess.

+If you can learn to cure the skins, you'd have leather. It needs some human intervention, and piss, so someone would find joy in that...

You can use leather for clothes, shoes, bags, waterskeins (find yourself a medieval reenactor, most can do it themselves), tents, even (if done right) a makeshift pot on the fire. Absolutely fascinating what can be done with it, and it lasts.

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There's so much I think about when it comes to the apocalypse.

Maybe it wouldn't be the most exciting to read/listen to someone eeking out each day in the world left behind, but imagine the story.

Even several stories of people all over hte globe finding new ways to keep going. Some countries would barely be affected, given they alreay live between modern and traditional, and that duality is passed down to the following generations.

But in the industrialised world, where everything is from somewhere so removed from us that the public couldn't work out how to cook a roast on a fire without etting it aflame... like, ometimes I wonder.

The possibilities are endless.

The loss of what is known and the distress of realising that the loss isnt finished. It's going to keep going... again and again, as food runs out, clothes wear away, cars stop working, fuel goes inert, what was known corrodes and either you adapt, or let it drive you inwards.

It could be more fun if the only worry in the apocalyptic wastelands isn't 'need guns, and gun food (bullets)' - also sex.

Sure, that's a human desire but like, we can swing by the adult toy store and see if there's someone inflatable for you to chill with until we get basic needs going, because a baby would be the Worst Thing right now. Actually, what is the expiry date on most contraceptives?

I mean, you'd need weapons. Esp in a farming situation... sometimes births go wrong or an animal breaks their leg, or they're poisoned and suffering. Like, you have to manage that. Especially in a time without vets at the snap of a finger.

There's some practicalities, apart from just This Is Our Town Stranger as part of the dramatic climax, where they then have an Intense Head Nod during an ensuing fight, and now Stranger is One of Us.

I have no idea where this was going lmao, I have been thinking about how silly some of the Survival nonsense is in movies and books and podcasts.

And everything again changes if you are contending with being hunted by aliens, the infected/zombies, animals, etc...

But you can't eat bullets... except in one way. You can't quench thirst with a well oiled gun. Also, guns are loud, I know that gets brought up a lot but what is the fastest way to alert someone to your location? Firework boom boom. Get a damn axe. And a GRINDSTONE. Blunt ones won't split skulls or carapaces or whatevs.

#random thoughts about the apocalypse genre #also what if you need glasses?#ya fucked #hearing aids? again the batteries are hard to come by

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lycanlovingvampyre · 1 year

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MAG 149 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: mowing the lawn.

"For a start, there wasn’t a lab, not really." Not really-counter of S4: 17!

"That was when I noticed how quiet it was. Aside from the rain the jungle cacophony had simply stopped." Different Entity, but there was something similar in MAG 133, coincidentally also in the Amazon: "at some point I realized that there were no animals around us anymore, that the Amazon had become strangely quiet." And way back in S1 I recall something like this as well, in MAG 37: "As I stood there on the edge, I realised the trees around me were completely silent, and after a few seconds of examination saw that it didn’t look like there were any animals at all around this clearing." MAG 51, that one was underwater, so no sounds, but still absence of the usual life: "It was during that descent, when I saw that our two points of light were the only signs of movement down there, that I noticed the absence of life." [...] "Still, it was a surprise that we haven’t seen even a single school of fish on our journey to the sea floor, and once we were down there it was just as lifeless." I can't recall if there had been even more similar descriptions about an eerie silence when nearing a location heavily under the influence of a Dread Power, but that's now the fourth time it has been pointed out.

"From a distance, they looked like human beings, standing impossibly still, but getting closer quickly revealed the lie. It was just the rough shapes, cobbled together out of a hundred different pieces of garbage" Hm, reminds me of Annihilation. The plants that grew into shapes of people. So in a way the exact opposite as here, nature vs. artificially made.

"In some cases, it looked like someone had gone to a lot of effort to match anatomy with construction. I saw one with a broken water cooler where its stomach would be in. Another had a pair of oxygen tanks standing in for lungs." Okay, so I think my first thought to this would have been: art installation! (I know, it comes up later.) There's a ton of stuff like this out there and a lot of these in the middle of nowhere. Heck, we went with our school into a forest near the Czech border for a week to build a woven wicker pavilion around trees as an art project.

"It felt like they were choosing not to move." It's been some time since we had static during a specific sentence in a statement. I feel like in S1 we got this all the time and then it happened fewer and fewer.

"The lifeless concrete viper spun around, opened its mouth, and bit Doctor Anastos on the wrist. He screamed, but only for a second, because after that his throat was full. He started convulsing as gray liquid concrete began to pour from his mouth, from his nose, and his eyes. His limbs went rigid and I could see his body starting to swell with it." Hm, that is probably the one manifestation of one of the Fears that can't be stopped with concrete?

"But I know it was her who first spotted that the detritus figures were no longer choosing to stand still." Ah yes, more static.

"It was the last I ever saw of Doctor Nikos Asantos" Wait, wasn't his name Anastos? XD (I know, the transcript says Anastos, but Alex says Asantos here xD Can relate, I sometimes mix up letters in the same way...)

"In the end we crossed paths with a group of real Yanomami tribesmen. They were really friendly, and once they figured out we were lost they were very happy to return us to a part of the jungle we knew near our facility." A few years ago I watched like 2 seasons of documentaries by a German dude who sold all his belongings and went to Ethiopia to live with the Suri and sometimes days and weeks alone in the wilderness. He mostly recorded videos on his own. A TV channel then asked him to do this in other regions of the world as well (with a poor camera man who had not that much experience with that sort of adventure xD), Sumatra, Brazil, Papua New Guinea etc. He ran into a lot of indigenous peoples and ALL of them were super welcoming and friendly! It only happened once that there was misunderstanding at first, but nothing that couldn't be solved by offering them cigarettes xD Is there still the misconception of “not civilized" = brutal savages...? I mean, sure, media like the mentioned Cannibal Holocaust absolutely doesn’t help... Same goes for the mass hysteria about sharks being so dangerous after Jaws.

"The thought that it’s more than just the things we left behind? Or that that’s all it is, and we can’t escape the ruins of our own future." And static one last time^^

GEORGIE: "You must be Martin." MARTIN: "Yeah. Has Melanie been talking about me?" GEORGIE: "Oh, um… Jon used to go on about you a lot." Yeah, there's no way Georgie didn't have a hunch back then...

MARTIN: "Oh. Oh, wait – wait, I thought Melanie-Georgie and Jon-Georgie were…" GEORGIE: "Same – same Georgie." MARTIN: "Oh. Ah, so you and Jon…." "... used to date?" - Cue jealous and petty Martin! (Also, judging by the amount of Michaels it's a reasonable assumption that not every Georgie was the same Georgie xD)

GEORGIE: "...aren’t really talking anymore." MARTIN: "Right.... Why not?" There he is!!! *Tyler Cutebiker style* Git 'er! Git 'er!

GEORGIE: "Because I think he’s going to destroy himself, and anyone who lets him get too close." That is LITERALLY what Jon said in S3, he thought everyone who's too close to him is in danger! Jon wanted to move out twice because of that and Georgie talked him out of it every time!

MARTIN: "Maybe he just needs some help." GEORGIE: "I did help him, as much as I safely could, but he just carried on anyway." Helped him how? By threatening to "flush his drugs down the toilet"? I don't think that has ever helped anyone.

GEORGIE: "Sure, but that doesn’t mean everything painful helps. Sometimes people have problems that will wreck you long before you can make a dent in them" Absolutely 100 % agree on this one!

GEORGIE: "and some people don’t want help, they just want other people suffering with them." MARTIN: "Jon doesn’t want that." GEORGIE: "He doesn’t know what he wants. And from the sound of things he’s run out of time to figure it out." MARTIN: "It’s easy to pass judgment from the outside." Oh, fuck you, Georgie, you have no idea! Absolutely, what Martin says. Yes, Jon does kinda run out of time, but not in the way she thinks (and I don't even mean this in any grand Web-sense. Even based on everything we know up to this point it seems like he's on a deadline, either for getting statements without hurting people or stopping all the apocalypses. Georgie does kind of know of the rituals, but I don't think she's aware of the scale of that. Much less about Jon's general condition...)

MARTIN: (wry laughter) "And- and you think Melanie’s worth saving?" GEORGIE: "It’s not about worth. But yeah, she’s actually trying to get well, so I’m gonna help her." You can't say one thing and then throw a "but" in there. I would have loved to find out if Melanie ever told Georgie about the Slaughter bullet... Melanie also didn't want to get better when still in it. And after the removal she didn't even have the obstacle of starvation, so I think she had a bit of an advantage on that front...

GEORGIE: "Jumping on a grenade is only heroic if you weren’t the one who actually threw it." MARTIN: "That’s not what’s happening." GEORGIE: "Okay. It’s still not something I want any part of." Absolutely fair to decide not wanting to be a part of whatever is going on. But a shitty thing to judge, judge, judge, judge... Conversations like this hardly lead to anything good. Everyone is so wrapped up in what they believe and get blinded by emotions, people don't want to hear what the other party says, much less consider it. They just want to defend their stance and tell the other one they're wrong. For the story per se a very believable situation.

And then we finally get Martin doing some OOOooooOOooo!^^ Both the Eye and the Lonely have so handy abilities. Also, Martin never seems to actually be dependable on causing more fear either as opposed to Jon or Daisy. So is there canonically a point of no return? And when does that happen? Jon already could compel people by MAG 61 (1st December 2016), so smack in the middle of S2 after he was Head Archivist for about one and a half years or something? Only in MAG 107 we learn about his apparent physical dependence on statements (somewhere between 14th and 29th June 2017). So it was a good half a year from demonstrating abilities until dependence (the latter could have happened earlier, but we won’t find that out... Didn't seem to affect him too hard when he was with the circus for a month). We don't know exactly when Melanie got shot, she said in MAG 76 she had her flight booked (13th February 2017) and got employed in MAG 84. Though we don't get any dates between MAG 81/82 (18th February 2017) and MAG 89 (24th April 2017). Melanie displays the first effect of the bullet in MAG 98 (so between 29th April 2017 and 2nd May 2017) and MAG 102 (end of May 2017), so that was rather fast. The Flesh attack happened 2 months before Jon woke up, so about December 2017, by then she seemed properly into the Slaughter since she could defend the institute quite well. She got the bullet removed between 15th February 2018 and 3rd March 2018. Martin started doing work for the Eye as an archival assistant in late spring/summer 2015 (depending, when Gertrude died - I think it was March and that one thing in MAG 25 with May was a bit of an error), started recording statements in S3 (so second half of February 2017) and took Peter's deal after the Flesh attack in December 2017. It's now somewhere between 20th July 2018 and 14th August 2018, about 7 to 8 months into the Lonely. He'll start his break up with the Lonely on 25th September 2018, so about 2 months-ish later. I don't think there's like a hard time limit on this, dream logic, narrative reasons etc. but I like to have a timeline for all these progressions and why not do it here^^

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