#my pay 2 weeks from now will actually be pretty good but until then i’m fucked
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can money just fall out of the sky or something 😭
#the pay i just got was a whopping $397#and my account was already at -$300#and it’s already all used up bc i put $200 on one credit card (which doesn’t even cover the entire minimum payment)#then $87 on another credit card that i’ve been using more than i wanted to#and then $100 as spending money until i get my last paycheck from my second job next week#which is also going to be less than $400#i left $10 in my account just in case any overdraft fees come out before my $200 payment comes out#bc i do not need nsf fees on top of everything else rn#i’m just so fucking depressed about money all the time like this is insane#getting two jobs was supposed to help but they both barely gave me any hours lmao#so nothing actually changed#can’t wait for my next pay to also be half gone the day i get it to pay the rest of that minimum payment 🥰#also still owe $60 on my phone bill and $82 for another credit card’s minimum payment#the phone bill will be overdue but i’ve still got a few weeks before that other minimum payment is due at least#my pay 2 weeks from now will actually be pretty good but until then i’m fucked#shush sar
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𝜗𝜚 that could've been just another silent night. ethan landry
-- Summary: after your boyfriend Chad doesn’t fulfill your desires Ethan makes sure he will
warnings smut!, a little bit of fluff, dirty talking. 1,231 words
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IT WAS RAINING , you were chatting on the phone with your boyfriend, chad, which is also your roommate. The rain noises filled up the whole room.
Your phone rang “unknown number” it said. You picked it up, not knowing what to expect. “Hey sweetheart” the velvety voice said. “Hi?… who are you??” You said, getting up from my bed slowly.
“I’m just the guy who will fuck you until you can’t walk” he said, you could feel the smirk in his voice “what?” You said confused and curious to see what was behind that misterious voice. “Stop joking” you said, after the 2 long minutes of silence.
“Oh no sweet dumb thing” he said “I’m being completely serious.” He continued. “Once I see that pretty pink pussy of yours I will rip it apart.” He said as you hung up. You were terrified, but honestly kinda horny. I mean, you loved chad, you really did. But he never teased you like that, whenever you had sex he would always be so dry and emotionless about it, sure there was moans and groans but he never said anything during it. And honestly dirty talking was one of your biggest kinks.
As you walked around your room, you noticed an unfamiliar presence you hadn’t noticed before, that white mask and black robe starring in the dark corner. You froze, he was approaching you, slowly but aggressively. “Hey sweetheart” he said, uncomfortably too close to your face. He pulled his mask, revealing the shy dork, Ethan, also chads best friend. You always found Ethan cute and attractive, previously having fantasies about this dark side of him, but you never imagined that one day he would be saying something about ripping your pussy apart in a ghostface costume.
“Ethan?” You said, extremely confused but also excited. “Shh sweetie we don’t want your boyfriend to find out that you’re fucking his best friend do we?” He said, taking his costume off. “Now, be a good girl and lay down with me huh?” He said, now with gray sweatpants and a hoodie.
You layed down with him, you were hugging him from the front and he did the same, we were admiring each other with the dim light of your room that covered our faces.
He put his hands on your cheek and turned off the lights completely on the other. Even knowing he was a killer and your boyfriend’s best friend, you felt safe in some weird way. Like he would protect you if someone barged into your room like he did.
After a few hours , which felt like a few seconds i fell asleep in his arms. When you woke up Ethan wasn’t there. You were confused, didn’t he say he was going to fuck you? You were so tired that you thought it was some dream or fantasy that the alcohol from the frat party you’ve been the night before created, you didn’t want to believe it was real.
The truth was that Ethan’s intentions were exactly as he said. Ethan was actually supposed to kill you according to the instructions of his dad. He couldn’t kill you, but he had to. After his dad ordered him to kill you, he felt angry and sad at the same time, he wanted to relieve his emotions by fulfilling his sexual desires and fantasies about you. But when he saw your pretty face, he completely melted.
This unexpected encounter has been happening every night for a week by now, and surprisingly, you became closer to Ethan, you would tell him about your day, and you two always ended up hugging each other and cuddling until you fell asleep. On the other hand, you hadn’t been paying that much attention to your boyfriend, whenever he would ask something you’d always be distracted thinking of the night before. He started to notice this behavior from you, and became extremely annoyed, you two had a huge fight that day, you loved Chad but he wasn’t fulfilling your desires, he wasn’t making you happy, he wasn’t giving the sensations Ethan gave you, he wasn’t Ethan.
As always, that night Ethan climbed through your window and noticed you curled up crying on your bed. “What happened sweetheart?” He said sitting on your bed and putting his hand on your back “me and Chad had a huge fight.” You said, still sobbing. Ethan was filled with rage, he couldn’t believe Chad would hurt his girl like that. “Why? Did he hurt you?” He said, very concerned. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but-“ you said facing him “he isn’t you, he doesn’t care for me like you do, I think I love you ethan.” Ethan’s rage turned into happiness “you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words.” He said, grabbing you into a kiss. Ethan’s lips were soft and gentle a touch you wouldn’t have expected from a ghostface “you want me to fuck you so hard that you forget about him don’t you good girl?” He said, breathing heavily as he made out with you, you could only nod.
He threw you on the bed, taking off your shirt and sweat pants only leaving you with your black lace bra and matching panties. “So pretty just for me” he said as he admired you. He took off your bra next, you whimpered feeling your nipples hardening with the cold breeze that filled your room. The gaze of your bare breasts made his mouth water. He took one of your breasts in his mouth and started licking and sucking on it. You moaned at the feeling. You bit your lips, this was better than your fantasies. “I wanna feel your insides so badly” he said as he took your swollen and wet breast out of his mouth. His words sent chills down your pussy. he took out your panties and started to rub your clit roughly you moaned his name at the feeling.
He pounded his huge cock into you, making you moan “fuck you’re so tight” he said, in between groans. you pant, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure, your orgasm building quickly. you turn to hide your face from him, burying yourself into the mattress.
“Don’t fucking look away from me” he said grabbing your chin to face him. “I wanna see your pretty face” he said in between groans, breathing heavily.
You were reaching your climax, you almost forgot that Chad was your roommate and could barge in your room at any minute. You didn’t even care, you were already moaning so loudly that probably the whole neighborhood was hearing you.
“M-m’cumming! m- my g-god” you moaned “cum on my pretty cock princess” with his words you drenched his dick with your pussy juices. “Fuck you’re so pretty” he said. You switched positions so that you were on top of him. “Now is my turn to take care of you” you said taking his full length into your mouth. You could taste your insides in his dick. Shortly after that he released himself into your mouth. “Such a good girl for me.”
#ethan landry smut#horror#ethan landry#jack champion#fanfic#scream#loren campbell#scream 6#scream franchise#scream iv
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Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (5/5)
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four
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A.N.: I’m actually kind of emotional posting this! It’s the first multi-chapter fic I’ve uploaded for ST and y’all have been so lovely this week. I hope you enjoy this 2,776 word ending (damn) to this fic that I’ve SO enjoyed writing and sharing.
I want to give a very special shoutout to my best friend @lamoabss for being my beta for this chapter and also just being an all-around wonderful person. Please give them a follow, they’re so insanely talented and we’re planning to do some collabs over the summer!
Okay, onto the last chapter!
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The first part of Step Three is easy enough- with all of Hellfire onboard, Eddie just needs to figure out the basics of Steve Harrington: likes, dislikes, allergies, school schedule, etc. All the things that high school students share with each other in the cafeteria over lunch or between class periods. So, Eddie makes like glue and sticks to Steve’s side. For the classes they share, Eddie moves to sit in the desk next to Steve- which is, sadly, pretty easy- no one is keen to sit next to the fallen king, probably out of some dumbass fear that they would catch whatever social pariah-ness that Steve had suddenly taken on. They trade notes during the classes that Steve zones out during- which, Eddie makes a mental note, are English and Math. (The other class they share together is Chemistry, and Steve can barely take his focus from whatever their science teacher is talking about to say ‘hi’ to Eddie when he comes into class five minutes late, which he does on a fairly regular basis. Eddie also files that information away for later).
By some unexplainable miracle, for the classes that Eddie doesn’t share with Steve, some member of Hellfire can fill in that space. Jeff takes Spanish 2 with Steve, Gareth has woodshop, and Grant has art and P.E.. Eddie employs them to run reconnaissance as they work together to make sure that Steve never has to sit alone in a class, and they begin to compile information through their various efforts.
Steve can draw pretty well, but he only uses pens to sketch. He loves art class and sits at the front to see the board better, so he probably needs glasses. He talked to the P.E. teacher last week and now all he does during class is sit in her office and file papers, I think she’s making him sit out for a few weeks because she thinks he has a concussion. Based on his behavior, he probably does. -Grant.
Steve hates woodshop. He sits in the back of the class and doesn’t pay attention, and if the professor catches him and makes him actually do work, he gets this look in his eye and panics a little. He does this thing with his right hand where he clenches it a couple times until he can breathe better. He won’t go near a hammer. I don’t really understand it. -Gareth.
Steve sucks at Spanish. He said something to me the other day about the letters not making sense. With the way he squints at his paper and the way he writes… I’m going out on a limb here, but he might be dyslexic? -Jeff.
Steve doesn’t pay attention in Math but he has an A, so he’s actually freakishly good with numbers. He doesn’t pay attention in English for the opposite reason, I think Jeff’s onto something. He loves Chemistry but he doesn’t have the best grade in that class. I think he pays attention because he wants to do a better job. He’s well rested on Monday and Friday morning, but Tuesday, Wednesday, and especially Thursday he looks like he’s about to fall over all day. I catch him nodding off in Math those days, and, maybe coincidentally, his shoes are really muddy on the mornings when he comes in tired. -Eddie.
With the new information, the boys get to work. Gareth makes himself Steve’s woodshop partner, doing the majority of the building and letting Steve relax for the most part, having him only do whatever wood staining that needs to be done. Grant shares some of his sketches with Steve in class to try and make him more confident about his art skills, which works surprisingly well. Grant also brings up his dyscalculia seamlessly over lunch one day and answers whatever questions Steve has. Jeff gives Steve his Spanish notes and asks to study together on Thursday nights. Steve turns him down- apparently Thursday nights he actually babysits Dustin so that Dustin’s mom, Claudia, can go to a Bingo thing with her friends, but Steve offers up Fridays after class in the library, which becomes a new tradition for them.
Eddie can’t offer much in the way of English notes (why read Shakespeare when there are hundreds of Sci-Fi and Fantasy books out in the world?) but he does make time to talk with Steve about English during lunch on Tuesdays. They go to the library instead of sitting in the cafeteria with the rest of Hellfire, and they work their way through whatever assigned reading their teacher gives them. Steve’s pretty tired, but not as tired as he is on Wednesdays or Thursdays, so it works, and they both find themselves actually understanding the subject matter for once. As for math- well, Eddie has Steve answer whatever questions he has rather than the other way around, but that seems to help Steve’s confidence about his math skills- which really are quite impressive. Eddie also finds himself as Steve’s lab partner for every Chem project. It’s a little bit chaotic- turns out that Steve understands Chemistry to a certain extent, but prefers to mess around more than actually learn something- which, yeah, dangerous, but also fun… very fun. (Eddie especially likes to play with the Bunsen burner- call him a pyromaniac- but his antics always pull a laugh from Steve, a bright sound that makes Eddie’s heart sing, so he keeps at it despite many, many reprimands from their Chem teacher).
The winter months turn to Spring, and Steve begins to bloom at the same pace as the flowers and trees around town. He contributes to conversations at lunch, plans to hang out with the guys when he has spare time, attends their band practices and cheers them on- hell, by March he even agrees to play a character in Eddie’s newest campaign. Eddie makes him a Paladin, which he claims fits Steve the best out of everything he could think of. Steve loves the character and picks up on what it’s like to actually play the game rather than strategize pretty quickly- unsurprisingly, Steve loves it.
The Hellfire boys seem to take Steve’s blooming personality in stride- Jeff goes over to Steve’s to bake chocolate chip cookies one-on-one, which they bring to the next campaign. He and Grant bond over art, swapping sketches and gifting each other art supplies. Every time Steve receives something, his eyes get this look- and every time that Eddie witnesses it, he’s reminded of why they brought Steve into their small-but-mighty crew, and is extremely grateful that Steve is acclimating so well. Steve and Gareth are fast friends, which takes all of them by surprise. Apparently, Steve gave Gareth some hairstyling tips, and that was that.
Steve’s personality isn’t the only thing that’s changing come Spring. Eddie finds himself staring at Steve’s mouth much more frequently. In fact, he can count a number of times where he could swear that Steve was doing the same to him. They laugh at each other's jokes more frequently, share stolen moments by Steve’s locker in between classes where they speak in hushed voices about whatever comes to mind. It’s… nothing that Eddie’s ever experienced before. At the same time, Eddie can’t imagine life without these moments with Steve, and while Jeff’s cautionary words are still at the forefront of his mind, he can feel himself falling harder, and it’s slowly reaching a worrisome point-of-no-return.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it’s June. Steve passes all of his classes with the help of Hellfire, Eddie fails English and P.E. again (which he unfortunately expected- another year in this hell doesn’t sound all that appealing, but he figures that he can at least hang out with the guys for another year, and with Jeff in Senior English maybe he’ll actually pass). The four of them attend Steve’s graduation, where they meet some of the middle schoolers that Steve had spoken so highly about over the last few months. They all sit together and cheer as loud as they can when Steve walks across the stage and gets his diploma, even earning a few hushed whispers from surrounding parents to sit down and be quiet. Steve’s parents were nowhere to be found, but when everyone caught up with Steve after the ceremony to congratulate him, it was clear that he didn’t mind- in that moment, he had everyone that he cared about surrounding him.
Hellfire presented Steve with a club T-Shirt as a graduation gift, which he took with a wide smile on his face and that same look in his eye. Eddie took a moment to mentally pat himself on the back- Step Three: Get Steve Fully Integrated Into Hellfire, complete. (Yeah, he fell harder for Steve, but he kept that to himself and got Steve through the rest of the school year while also giving him a new group of friends- and, theoretically, Steve was none the wiser about Eddie’s feelings. All in all- not bad, Munson. Not bad.)
The kids had to leave pretty quickly after congratulating Steve- something about getting Dustin packed for summer camp and Claudia having been the one to drive all of them to graduation- but not without Dustin and his friends making Eddie promise to let them into Hellfire when September came around, while simultaneously gawking about him letting someone like Steve into the group. (Their bright personalities and excitement about Hellfire helped Eddie feel a bit more optimistic about the year ahead- who knew, maybe ‘86 would be his year).
Once the crowd dispersed, the rest of the boys of Hellfire also going their separate ways to get a start on summer plans, Eddie invited Steve over to the trailer to share a joint and spend the night. Wayne was pulling a 24 hour shift, and Eddie figured Steve needed an opportunity to let loose before starting work at the new ice cream shop, a job Steve was dreading. (Although, Eddie was secretly pretty excited about Steve’s new job, given the embarrassing uniform that Steve had described).
Steve took Eddie up on his offer, which is how they ended up splayed next to each other on Eddie’s bed, legs tangled together and giggling through the soft haze that came with working through some of Eddie’s stash. One thing led to another, and, at Steve’s quiet, embarrassed request, they tried out ‘shotgunning’, which turned into a very heated makeout session.
The development was entirely unexpected, but, as was later revealed during a conversation at sunrise, mutually very welcomed. So maybe Step Three wasn’t entirely completed in accordance with Jeff’s warning, but whatever. This was good- actually, scratch that, this was perfect. Best-of-all-possible-scenarios, win-win situation. They started dating- keeping it secret, only sharing it with the other members of Hellfire, and then only because Jeff clocked it within three minutes of one of their summer D&D sessions starting. They were all very supportive (save for a warning glare from Jeff that Eddie was on the receiving end of), and for about a month, Steve was the happiest that Eddie had ever seen. And yeah, Eddie was the happiest he’d been in a long time, too. Sue him, Steve was a great boyfriend- and was fucking perfect in the bedroom. (12/10 stars, give the man an award, kinda perfect. And that sailor suit? Goddamn…) Eddie didn’t know how he got so lucky, but he was going to do everything in his power to keep this gift from the universe in prime condition.
June turned to July, and Eddie’s understanding of the world as he knew it completely changed come Independence Day. Eddie was woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night from Steve, who, sounding beyond exhausted, asked for a ride home for him and his coworker Robin. Eddie arrived at the scene and was shocked by the sheer magnitude of what he had unknowingly stumbled upon. There were at least five times as many emergency response vehicles than Hawkins had, the newly-constructed mall was actively burning to the ground, there was a huge crowd outside a long yellow barrier of police tape, and a few faces Eddie recognized beyond the police tape: specifically Steve’s middle schoolers, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, and-
There was Steve, holding a blanket around his shoulders, sitting in the back of an ambulance next to his coworker Robin, who Eddie knew from theater, band, and the handful of times he came in to visit Steve at work. Eddie ducked under the police tape without much fanfare and made his way over to the ambulance, pulling Steve into a hug the second he was within arms length.
They left pretty soon after that, Steve quietly explaining that he had told Robin about their relationship after vomiting their brains out in the movie theater bathroom. Which- Eddie wasn’t really sure how to unpack all of that, but that wasn’t exactly important at the moment. He drove Steve and Robin to Steve’s house, and, at their request, Eddie laid in Steve’s parent’s California King bed with the two of them. After a few hours of all of them trying to sleep but coming up unsuccessful, Steve finally started speaking. Once he started, he couldn’t stop, and an explanation of the hidden dark side of Hawkins came spewing out.
It was dawn by the time Steve finished recounting everything, and Eddie believed him without question. He trusts Steve intrinsically, he knows Steve would never lie about something like this- something so life-altering and burdensome. Besides, Steve’s story matched events that Eddie could place: Will going ‘missing’, followed by Barbara Holland, then Will magically re-appearing around the same time that Steve had his falling out with Hagan and came back to school with a beat-up face from Jonathan Byers. Steve walking the tracks with Dustin as he’d explained all those months ago in November took on a new meaning- they were searching for a monster from an alternate dimension that Dustin had accidentally let loose. The clenching motion Steve made and his aversion to woodshop suddenly made sense, too. In the middle of recounting the events of early November 1984, Steve left his parents room and returned with a wooden bat filled with nails that fit perfectly in Steve’s hand- he explained with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks that it kept him grounded, that he couldn’t sleep without it- that sometimes, when he was anxious, he felt himself reaching for the thing- but if he was relaxed, the idea of holding something even vaguely similar made him sick to his stomach.
Steve then moved on to describe the sleepless nights, how he made himself patrol Hawkins from sundown to sunup on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights, often trudging through the forest with his bat, ready to kill the next ‘big bad’ that came from the dimension existing under their feet.
Robin contributed what she could when Steve reached the events at Starcourt. After hours of talking in hushed whispers under the covers of Mr. and Mrs. Harrington’s bed, the three of them passed out, too exhausted to keep their eyes open.
The next few weeks were hard, but the three of them got through the nightmares together. Before Eddie knew it, the school year was starting, Robin and Steve were inseparable, working together at Family Video (because the two could barely spend a minute apart), and July 4th, 1985 felt like a distant thing.
As the months passed, Eddie and Steve’s relationship only became stronger, and in March of 1986, when Eddie watches Chrissy Cunningham be killed by seemingly supernatural forces, he knows who to call.
With a proactive start on things, they kill Vecna on the first try. No one dies- really, the worst that happens is a couple of scratches here and there. They live.
They love.
One day far in the future, as Eddie watches his husband play with their daughter, he thinks back to that November day in 1984, and sends a quiet thank you to his younger self. That Eddie in the library may have had no idea the long-lasting effects that his plan would’ve had on his life, but Eddie couldn’t be more thankful. Steve was nothing like the ‘lost sheep’ Eddie had initially assessed him to be- he had grown so much, found himself, accepted himself. He was Steve. Eddie’s Steve. He was his own, beautiful, intelligent, kind, sometimes-awkward (yet adorably so), person.
Secret, Unplanned Step Four: Make Steve Harrington Fall in Love with Me (While I Fall Irresistibly in Love With Him), complete.
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Education, Calculation, Exploration💙
mathprofessor!max x student!reader
warning: student teacher relationships, smut,bad smut writing(srry) part two with actual smut bc there trying to stop me:[, oral, google translate
It was Friday and your grades had just came out, you re loaded the website and they popped up 100, 105, 99.8, 110, 89, 65 your heart dropped you and your father had one deal hed pay for everything to do with college as long as you pass you classes. You weren’t even bad at math but you had a new professor and it was really hard to concentrate when he’d walk around with his three buttons off and deep blue suit. he had a way of talking like he knew that your thighs were clenched and dripping you were deep in your thought about how professor verstappen would teach you how to do anything and every thing when you heard ringing you looked down at your phone and saw your dads name “h-hey dad” you stuttered trying to shake the thoughts out of your head you’re dad spoke “you grades, i saw them. You need to fix that grade by the end of this week or get a job” “but dad it’s Wednesday!” you knew he wouldn’t care but still tried to protest “get it done.” and he hung up. It was 6pm you were hoping that professor verstappen would still be in his class, you threw the on a coat over your night gown, put on some shoes and practically ran down stairs. His class was only about a three minute walk, you barged into his class with out a second thought but when he looked up you suddenly felt small, remembering that you were only wearing a night gown that was incredibly short, his voice brought you out of your head “what are you doing in here” you walked to the front of his desk “i need my grades fixed” silence “if i don’t get my grades up my dads gonna take my money and then i’m gonna be homeless with no degree please sir” he chuckled “do you know how many people have to work for their place here? I’m done grading now, should have come earlier” you stared in silence for about ten seconds thinking of what to do, you knew that you were pretty and had a good body and sometimes used it to get what you want but never with school, yea sometimes for a free drink at a bar, or a new hand bag, sometimes even new shoes but never for school. This could go three ways 1. give great sex and he fixes your grade 2. give great sex and nothing happens 3. he says no you get kicked out. Fuck it it’s college. you walked around his desk and took off your coat letting it drop to the floor you were only about a step away from being in between his legs “I really need that A” you whispered as you went down onto your knees and looked up at him and began to trace his clothed cock and brought your hand all the way up to his chest, he grabbed your hair turning it into a make shift pony tail. you took his belt off and took him out of his pants he was big but you could take him, you grazed his tip with your thumb then licked him from base then swirled your tongue around his tip, you could feel every vein he had as you took him in you mouth he threw his back and started to whimper as his tip hit the back your throat. You sucked and twisted until you felt him twitch in your mouth, he was a groaning mess you felt his cum reach the back of your throat. You pulled off him “do i get my A” he let out a soft breath “yes schat” you got and bent down trying to grab your coat when you felt hands wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap he pulled your hair to one side and whispered in your ear “you didn’t really think i would give the A that easy did you love”
A/N: TUMBLR HATES ME SO PART TWO HERE
#max verstappen x reader#f1 x reader#formula one x reader#max verstappen smut#everywherea11thetime#tumblr hates me
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Tom and y/n have broken up it’s been 2 weeks now and one day she’s out with her toddler sister or niece and paparazzi swam her asking questions. She gets overwhelmed by it and tries to tell them to back up whilst covering her sisters or nieces face but they don’t listen. Luckily Tom came to the rescue and maybe they go to his house and get back together?
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Full Of Surprises
Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader
Summary - You and Tom thought it was the best to break things off, but that wasn’t the case.
Warnings - Angst and sadness, overwhelmed! (Paparazzi not understanding boundaries)
A/N - Thank you for your request, much love and appreciation to the support. I’m glad you like my works, it’s nice for you to say. Hope you enjoy! 🥰
“Out, going out,” Your 2 year old toddler of a sister pointed to the door, with a dorky smile. She had her duckie, wellies and rain coat on to jump into the puddles.
It has been raining in England, London at the moment but nothing will stop you and your sister going out.
“Yes, baby” You nod, getting your umbrella, you already had your rain coat on too, “Come let’s go,” You smile opening the door.
S/N came following right behind, locking the door up and off you went. You loved the weekends because in this time you had your sister sometimes.
“Are we gonna see the duckies?” S/N pouts, holding your hand with her little fingers.
“Yes of course, they are along the way,” You explained to the toddler, “up, up”
You chuckled, leaving the pushchair at home today because you don’t mind carrying her.
“As you wish,” You giggle, lifting S/N up onto your hip. You walk to town not thinking anything of it.
You go to the park, then the lake and even all different kind of shops to keep S/N entertained. Finding it amusing how she reacts to things at such a young age, definitely not understanding.
“Oh, wa!!” S/N gasped, “There pretty ring, for Tommy,” She giggled telling you, clapping her hands.
You was looking at a jewellery shop In the town, not thinking much of it until S/N said something about Tom.
It’s been two weeks since you had broke up, it was honestly a mess if your being honest. It hurt you but you have to move on in life for yourself and your sister.
“Baby, me and Tommy not together anymore, remember?” You hugged her as she sighed, she didn’t understand nor did liked that because she actually got attached to him.
“Pretty ring, for Tommy,” S/N whines playfully, folding her little arms up. She shook her head, “I know baby, I know but how about another duckie stuffie?” You smile trying to change to the subject.
S/N quickly agreed, giggling as you moved long to look at other shops. It was fascinating for S/N to see all the pretty colours of toys and clothing.
Now in the toy section, you came across lots of fluffy, animals.
“Duck, duck!” S/N pointed, smiling picking up the duck, “My Duckie!” Cuddling it like it could waddle away from her.
“Good job, baby,” You smile, “Let’s go pay for it, we can get some lunch after too!”
S/N nodded skipping along with her Duckie in her small, little hands to the till. 
As you walk along the path to find a nice cafe, your eyes widen to see paparazzi.
You thought that maybe, they would back off now that you and Tom ended things but looks like they other plans to make your life more difficult.
You gulped as they came closer, S/N of course didn’t understand as she hugged her duckie tighter to protect it.
“S/N try to be quite baby and keep your face covered with my jacket,” You said clearly for S/N listen, she nodded as you picked her up.
Surprisingly, you think she is too tired to ask why. You take a deep breath as you walk through people flashing cameras.
“Guys, again? Really, can you please move away from me,” You asked, trying to stay calm as you walk.
“Y/N this way, look this way! Is it true you and Tom broke up?” One person asked snapping a picture of you, ignoring your words completely.
“Im not asking any questions because that information is my business not yours!” You firmly stated, pushing your way through crowds of cameras.
You tried to cover your sisters face more so that they don’t have a picture and the flash in her eyes, the poor thing.
“You and Tom looked good together, Y/N!” One of them shouted, you being overwhelmed by all the paps taking pictures.
Of course right now, how are you going to get out of this situation.
“Please, move away!” You slightly, whimpered not enough for them to noticed, “I just want to go home,” you whispered.
However, the paps are still asking questions, cameras in your face and coming closer to you and S/N too.
Tom made his way to town, wanting to get away from life as an actor and go shopping. Unfortunately, things took a few turns and here he is gasping at the sight in front of him.
He saw paps all over someone, but then he recognises that someone must be you because of hearing all the questions they are shouting out.
“Excuse me, coming through,” Tom rushed to get to you, paps quickly asking questions and taking pictures of Tom too.
“Hey, Tom!” a pap shouted, asking another question. Normally, Tom would respond and be more polite but not at a time like this. Not when they are being so rude to you and your sister, making you feel small.
Tom has thought a long process of his emotions, coming to a conclusion that he loves and cares for you, only you. He wants to make everything right between you again, if you let him.
He knows he wasn’t the best the last couple of months of your relationship but he is willing to try to make it right. He hopes you are going to trust him again. He wants to help you in this moment too!
You hold S/N tighter seeing as she’s whimpering as she don’t like people shouting and crowding her. Not noticing that Tom is pushing through the crowd to help you.
Until you hear his voice, your heart beats again and you let out a breath of fresh air.
“Hey, Darlings,” Tom whispers, “It’s going to be ok, look at me not at them,” Tom rubs your hand, “Do you want me to take S/N?” He asked.
You nodded, giving him S/N. “Tommy, I’m scared,” S/N gasped as she clenched onto Tom now, “I know, baby but going to get of here,” he rubbed her back, holding her tightly as he held your hand.
“Guys, back up honestly! Give us space, your being really disrespectful to Y/N and S/N,” Tom shouted over the voices to the paps, all of let out a grumble.. slightly moving away from you, Tom and S/N.
Not completely going away but enough to breathe.
“Breath, Darling,” Tom whispers into your ear, “I know, it’s hard but we have nearly lost them,”
“My car is just down the road,” Tom mumbles to you, he whispers sweet nothings to you and S/N to calm you both down.
Less paps follow you as you come out of the town and down to the car park, where Tom’s car is. Tom is furious at the paparazzi doing this to you but didn’t want to make more commotion, just wanted you safe with S/N. 
“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Tom hushes, S/N as he put her in the car seat in his car. Since he never took it out, which is really good in this moment.
You and Tom get in the car, he starts to drive.
“Didn’t except to see you again but thank you for saving us,” You shyly said, sighing as your in his warm car.
“Anytime, Darling! I know, I’m sorry. And Do you want to go back to mine? Just for a while, I could cook you and S/N something to eat,” Tom suggest, looking at you as he stops at a red light.
“Thanks, that would be lovely. I’m sorry too,” You quietly said smiling back.
“As I was saying, I’m sorry. I want to protect and care for you,” Tom sincerely expressed, you nodded seeing that he has turned up into his drive way.
You took S/N out seeing that she actually fallen asleep, picking her up gently. You follow Tom into his house.
“Do you want to change?” Tom wonders slipping his shoes and coat off, “Your soaking!” He frowned.
“I don’t have any clothes thou but my sisters, ofc,” You sigh, your sister still in your arms asleep.
“You can wear mine, if you don’t mind? Love,” Tom smiles, “I’ll watch S/N, while you change,”
“ok, if your sure?” Your heart skipped a beat after Tom is being so kind and calling you Love.
“Yes,” You nod going upstairs with him, he gave you clothes and you gave him S/N.
Tom lays S/N on the sofa with a pillow and a blanket as she sleeps.
You change into Tom’s Shirt and Joggers.
“I’ve changed,” You mumble, sitting down on the sofa next to Tom.
“Are you ok? Love,” Tom frowns, as you hold head into your hands. You lean into Tom’s side with without any explanation, just sighing.
“I need to say this from my heart, I know you had a rough day and I’m very sorry for that because you don’t deserve it,” Tom rubbed your hand, “You make me feel things that I never feel and I’m deeply sorry that my job got in the way of our relationship, it shouldn’t! I knew I needed to make more time for you because I love and care for you, Y/N! So fucking much Darling,”
You put your head up looking into his eyes smiling eye to eye as Tom looks for an answer in you. Tom gets his answer as you smash your lips together with him, finally getting the chance to be confidence.
“Tom, it’s not just your fault, Ok? I was busy as well, I love and care about you so much, Tommy,” You give him a pure look from your eyes to his honey, warm brown eyes, “You are amazing as like you proved today, without you those paps wouldn’t of left myself and S/N alone,”
Tom nodded, smiling as he took a hand into your hair and pulled you in for another kiss. “Will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend again, Y/N?” He whispers, you come closer teasing him just a bit more.
“Do you think? I should really be your girlfriend, Tommy,” You smirked, knowing that you definitely want to.
“Yes, by the look on your face, Darling,” Tom teases you this time.
“Then, it’s a Yes,” You kiss his cheek, Tom pulls you in for another kiss full of passion.
“Do you want something to eat? You must be hungry,” Tom smiles, kissing you. He can’t get enough.
“Yes, actually. S/N should eat too but she’s a sleep and she needs it,” You giggle.
Taking Tom’s hand to the kitchen. He does a cute giggle back matching your vibe.
Later in the afternoon, S/N rubs her little eyes, as she yawned waking up from her slumber. Looking to her left she saw Tom and you snuggling under a blanket watching a movie.
S/N sits up going down on the floor to the sofa opposite her, where you and Tom are cuddled up.
“Tommy, Y/N/N,” She squeals, jumping in between you two.
“Hi,” You smile, “hello, sweetheart,” Tom speaks as she turns around to him.
“Tommy,” S/N shouts, “missed you,” Having her small, little arms around him.
“You missed Tom more than me,” You teased, “She definitely, does darling,” he smirked.
“I like both of you,” S/N put her hands up, really high.
“That’s good, baby,”
“You and Tommy together,” In her cute, baby voice pouting to you.
Before you could say anything, “Yes, Baby,” Tom nodded, you let out a laugh as S/N shouts a yay.
You got S/N changed and fed before you continued to relax with her and Tom.
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“S/N asleep,” You whisper, climbing into Tom’s Bed, “I didn’t think I was going to stay the night,”
“Surprises can happen, Darling,” Tom smiles, taking in your scent as he wraps the covers around you.
“Let me take you for dinner in Paris,” Tom smirks, kissing you on the cheek.
“Mm, next week?” he suggests, “Yes, of course,” You giggle kissing his lips passionately.
“Your full of surprises, Tommy,” You smile taking in his beauty, “Let’s make this work because I need you,”
“Agreed, Sweetheart!”
#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tom holland fandom#tomhollandfan#tom holland x you#tom holland angst#lovers#tom holland fic#tom holland fluff
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little help from my friends
pairing: phoenix x fem!reader.
plot: you work at your aunt Penny’s bar, and at Coyote’s birthday celebration, she tells you she knows you have a crush on one of the costumers.
word count: 1.493
a/n: so, this is the first fic I write in a while, and the first I let someone other than a few friends read. Been an avid fic reader for a long time and decided to give this a try. It’s just a little fluffy something I had in my head, feel free to send me some nice words, your thoughts, etc.I did not proofread this. I’m planning on writing more, details on my pinned post!!
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You’d been working at the hard deck for a couple of weeks now, and everything seemed to be going well. You got the hang of things pretty quick, and your aunt Penny made it all the better: explaining how things worked around the bar, and making sure you knew how to deal with all the pilots who would constantly swarm the place, and were bound to throw a line or two at you. You managed to handle it pretty well, and even found it fun to flirt a bit with some of the customers now and then. Penny made sure you understood everything that came with dating or even just sleeping with a pilot, and even though a few caught your eye here and there, it never went past friendly flirtation.
It was supposed to be just another friday night at the bar, with the pilots welcoming another weekend, drinking, singing, dancing, playing. Your aunt’s boyfriend Pete showed up a bit earlier with a cake, explaining it was one of the newer instructors birthday, and he wanted to do a little something for him. You got along well with them and got pretty excited actually. That was until he and his friends got there.
You had a crush the moment you first saw Lieutenant Trace. How could you not? She was one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen, and that confidence and “no bullshit” attitude she carried were enough to make your heart flutter. Her friends would often flirt with you, and although you did think they were all good-looking, you could never pay attention to them for long while she was near. You tried to shelve all those thoughts you had about her and settle on being friendly with her everytime she started a conversation with you which, thankfully, was every time she was there. Seeing her out of her uniform did something to you, though. She was just wearing jeans and a simple black t-shirt, with her hair down, and yet you couldn’t take your eyes of her as if she had suddenly showed up in a suit and a diamond crown.
“You ok there?” Penny nudged you with her shoulder while taking the glass you were supposed to be wiping from your hand.
“Yeah? Of course.” you tried to smile. “Is everything okay?” it was always hard to lie to her, but you didn’t feel it was the time to confess you had a crush on Phoenix to her. To anyone really. Ever.
“Listen…” she sighed and came a bit closer to you so no one else would listen. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. And you might have managed to fool everyone else, but you’ve been staring at her for about 2 minutes now.”
You knew it was pointless to try to lie to her, so you just took a deep breath and tried to sound like it wasn’t a big deal.
“Ok, can you blame me? But it’s fine, don’t worry. I remember very well what you said to me, I’m not gonna go out with a pilot, don’t worry.”
You tried to get past her and go back to work since it wasn’t fair to leave your co-worker, June, to deal with everyone by herself. But your aunt just moved with you to keep standing in your way.
“It wouldn’t be fair if I made you stay away from pilots when I’m sleeping with one, would it?” she raised an eyebrow and gave you a small smile. “I trust you to deal with anyone who tries to give you shit, and I trust Phoenix, so…”
You were suddenly getting real tired of this conversation. You spent a big amount of time trying to convince yourself it was a stupid pointless crush, and hoping it would go away. Penny wasn’t helping.
“I don’t even know if she’s into girls. I barely have the courage to approach people when I know I have a chance, this is definitely too much.”
“She is.” Penny just kept looking at you, but you were too nervous to say anything.
She is???? Of course you had hoped for that, and even daydreamed about it once or twice, but this was getting too real too fast and you were not prepared.
“Honey, I work here, I own this place, I know things.” she winked at you. “Look, all I’m saying is that I know, for a fact Lieutenant Trace is into women. What you choose to do with that information is up to you. You have my full support.”
And just like that she walked away and you were brought back to reality. The woman you had feelings for was there, in civilian clothes, and however small they might be, you had a chance with her. Coyote approached the bar for the free refill Penny was kind enough to give him, and you walked up to him right away. You gave him your well wishes and you talked a bit about his day until a slightly intoxicated Fanboy appeared asking you to supply shots to everyone, on him. Everyone cheered and came closer to wait, and when you were almost done, the bar owner herself filled another glass to your delighted surprise, until she extended it to you.
“C’mon now, I asked Kate to come help and she’ll be here in a few. We can handle the bar, go have fun.”
You wanted to fight her and curse at her but you knew it was just nerves. You turned around to drink the shot with everyone and went to follow them to the pool table, being joined by no other than her at your side.
“So Penny let you off early today, huh?” she smiled and sipped her beer. Oh, fuck. You were in trouble.
“Yeah! I guess she wanted me to have some fun with you guys tonight. I haven’t really made friends since moving here, and you’re always nice to me so…”
She just smiled at you, and seemed to scan your face for something you didn’t quite know what. You were about to say something, when Hangman tossed a crumpled napkin at Phoenix and made a sign for her to hurry. It was only then you realized the game was going really slow and everyone was suspiciously avoiding looking at you. Except for Rooster, who was propped on his cue and staring.
“Ok then…” she took a deep breath, set her beer on the nearby table and put her hands on her hips. “My buddy Coyote had a stupid request for me today.” She said it a little louder so he could hear. “And because it’s his birthday, I couldn’t say no. Now, I don’t know what you’ll think of it, and you can just say no and we’ll put this all behind us and pretend it never happened, okay?” she gave you a smile and all you could do was nod. “I’ve wanted to ask you out ever since I saw you here, and these assholes won’t stop bothering me because of it, so… Would you go out with me? We can go to a restaurant, maybe walk on the beach, whatever you’re up to.”
You tried to decide if it was all a joke, or a dream, or if this was actually happening.
“You wanna go out with me?” you sounded like someone had just asked you to wear a watermelon on your head.
Phoenix laughed a bit and nodded. “Yeah. If that’s something you’d like.” she seemed to get nervous at your lack of reaction and continued “Everytime we come here I think about asking you out, but I never had the courage to do so. I think you’re really hot and really cool, so yeah.”
“She had a dream that you kissed her. “ Bob blurted out, and Phoenix turned to him instantly, with an expression you couldn’t see from your place, but that made him apologize and lower his head, and everyone held back a laugh.
That got you out of your thrance and you just full on laughed at the situation, having to stop yourself to breath and calm down. When you managed to do that and ran your hand through your face to get your hair out of the way, you just smiled at her and gave your answer.
“It would be my pleasure, Lieutenant.” Everyone cheered and Coyote called for another beer.
Natasha picked up her beer and got closer to you, until your arms were touching. “I’m really glad you accepted. I’m gonna need your number so we can discuss our date.” you chuckled and fished your phone out of your pocket.
“Well, I’m glad you asked, because I’ve had my eyes on you for a while, but no guts to do something.”
She put her arm around your back so she could put your phone in your pocket and rest her hand on your waist. “Thank Coyote.”
#top gun x reader#top gun phoenix x reader#phoenix x reader#natasha trace x reader#top gun fics#phoenix top gun#natasha trace#natasha phoenix trace#top gun#top gun: maverick#top gun maverick
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Just ignore it - 1
David is teaching a course on identifying and managing magical anomalies, and begins to suspect there may be a reality-warper in class. Largely because everyone's butt looks too good to believe.
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(btw this is inspired by one of my favorite TF stories)
“Now the point of these journals is to start recognizing energetic and temporal anomalies, better attuning yourselves to…”
I paused mid-sentence, feeling that something was off, taking a beat before I continued with the lecture. I was hoping to have some time to settle into the Fall semester before having to deal with an inevitable minor metaphysical crisis, but a reality warper a few weeks in was not what I saw coming.
Having a job that includes resolving paranormal wrinkles in spacetime seems exciting until you realize that somehow they’ve found a way to turn it into yet another 9 to 5. People often expect some sort of imposing mansion or gothic structure whenever they hear “Center of Supernatural Sciences,” but it’s actually a squat concrete block cobbled together by a regional college in the 70s. The scariest thing for visitors is figuring out how to connect to the WiFi, though if you’re rude to Seema at the front desk, she will put a hex on you and that’s just your own fault. It’s been a mainstay on this campus for decades, but for how much longer was unclear, as administration has been defunding us relentlessly for as long as I’ve been here. The university doesn’t see our value in light of its own investments in mass surveillance technology and a more ‘hard science’ study of spookiness, but the work we do is still important. Supernatural phenomena are much more common than a lot of people realize–it’s just a matter of actually paying attention–and our work is split between teaching, research, and service, addressing issues locally and regionally as they arise.
And no, we’re not magic cops. We’re not out to punish or control, fist bumping each other as we shoot silver bullets first and ask questions later. That’s archaic. We investigate, mitigate, and remediate, stepping in whenever the fabric of reality gets a little too bunched or frayed and mending as best we can.
I teach a class called “Investigating Supernatural Threats” almost every semester, which is a title that I absolutely despise–I think it’s an insult to our more than human neighbors–but the department is worried that if we change it we’ll end up losing funding to the criminal justice program, and it’s a hill I’m only willing to get bruised on. But it’s a survey of identifying and responding to paranormal, metaphysical, and magical shenanigans, so it tends to get all kinds. It’s usually a relatively small group, a smattering of grad students from occult history to crypto-zoology, museum curators and archivists needing a refresher on what to be cautious of, and often–which I’m personally delighted by–new forest rangers sent by the state’s Department of Natural Resources who are doing overnights for the first time.
But back to the issue at hand. It’s my job to stay observant across multiple temporal and dimensional planes, so I’m known for picking up on minor phenomena and patterns that at first glance may not seem significant. So around week 3, I couldn’t help but notice that most, if not all, of the men in the class had near perfect, juicy butts, yet all unique in their own ways. I was used to commanding attention with a round booty sitting pretty on my 6’1” frame, looking downright disproportionate against my lean swimmer’s build–a blessing and a curse, really–but some of them were giving me a run for my money. Which isn’t really an issue, squats are en vogue and there are plenty of male leg day enthusiasts thanks to social media trends, not that I’m complaining, but in week 4, I picked up on the fact that all of their pants fit so well. Too well. Like not just fitted but custom made for each of their unique and sizeable proportions, as if carefully crafted to emphasize and display their bubble butts. A telltale sign.
During class, I kept my extrasensory eyes and ears open, seeing if I could pick up on any novel energetic shifts. And I felt something odd. Something deep and subsonic, pressing tentatively against the borders of our reality, like a sperm whale floating up to a kayak without making a sound. I could feel an energy seeping into local space, something building to some sort of threshold, before, with a submerged *pop* that I could ‘hear’ elsewhere, it was gone. It was like nothing had happened. In fact, nothing had happened. I turned to the board to continue writing something that I had forgotten, only realizing after class had ended that I had been writing about two inches above where I had left off. I did a somatic check, quickly scanning my body from toes to head to fingertips. I felt fine, had all ten fingers, only two eyes, an ass that could stop traffic, still a strapping 6’3”. But had that been true an hour ago? Doubt was setting in.
As someone who teaches the detection and mitigation of magical fuckery, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with a potential situation like this. You’d be surprised how often some horny gay warlock has a little too much fun and needs to be reined in, or someone’s chaos magic manifests without them realizing–even worse, with them fully realizing. If you’ve ever had to neutralize an entire college dorm (and a frat house to boot) you would understand why we need more funding and support in magical education, but this isn’t the time for my soap box. A mystery’s afoot.
My most important piece of advice: Just ignore it. The thing is, a reality warper is a serious matter. If you call someone out, you better come correct and prepared for anything. Even just them knowing that you know–or that you’re on the hunt–can get real messy real fast. So you have to act casual. Don’t let them know you’re on to them, and don’t let them know that you know that something is seriously off. This is why I always introduce an extended project around tracking anomalies in the fabric of spacetime, having my students keep journals of anything weird, unusual, or metaphysically wobbly. Don’t react in real time, just on paper and in private, keeping a record of things as they happen. But it seemed like whoever this was was influencing the passage of time in very subtle ways and everyone’s memories, for the most part, were adjusting accordingly. Which is why no one in class has batted an eye at the fact that the asses in this room look like they were expertly morphed to near-comical proportions. After all, what else is new? So I took a different strategy and laid a trap.
The donk on my 6’4” frame (Hmm…) was a sight to behold. All muscle with a healthy layer of padding ballooning out from my otherwise lithe form. It was leaps and bounds my best feature, had been for as long as I could remember. I was used to men staring dumbfounded in public as my cheeks swished back and forth, including my own students whenever I turned to the blackboard, pushing it out ever so slightly as I leaned forward to write, the globes of my ass encased in one of many perfectly tailored pairs of tweed slacks. I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, seeing as any pants off the rack would either be way to loose in the waist or way too tight in the glutes, risking catastrophic failure. So I got my pants carefully fitted, but the thing was, so did everyone else. All the men in the class, from muscle butts to perky, round ones, to jiggly booties and wide hips, always had expertly fitted pants without fail. So we know what the focus of the shifts was, but it seemed like it was an expert reworking of time, and with that, memory. The phenomenon of unusually juicy asses in class pinged on my paranormal radar, but mine had always been this way. Right?
The thing is, the fit of everyone’s pants wasn’t just good, it was too good. Perfect, even. Yes, I had memories of having all my slacks tailored but they fit like they had been hand sewn on a lifelike model of my bulbous glutes with millimeter scale precision, not too little and not too much. So I found a pair that I didn’t much care for and took a razor to the back seam to weaken it just so. I squeezed into my form fitting pants and made my way to campus, careful not to stress the stitches too much and too fast, waddling into the room early and looking forward to this ordeal being over. Before anyone showed up, I cast a spell of detection around the space. Not detection of magical activities, which would’ve risked tripping any alarms that my possible warper may have already had in place, not to mention the possibility of interfering chaotically with their own spell whose function I was still unsure of. It was more of an emotional and energetic heat map, tipping me off to any sudden shifts in people’s auras.
Class began like normal as I offered some further thoughts inspired by the previous week’s discussion of AI programs as a potential tool of revealing and visualizing temporal anomalies. The discipline, in order to stay relevant, had been getting into the implications of digital technologies and new media for magical phenomena, so I figured we should spend a little more time on the topic. Also I was genuinely interested in hearing people’s thoughts, albeit distracted by the ticking time bomb of my basketball buns putting catastrophic pressure on my pants as I sometimes too excitedly paced across the front of the room.
Per usual, I could feel the crescendo of strange, unfamiliar power rubbing almost playfully along the barrier between worlds, but everyone’s auras seemed fine. There was no corresponding wave of connected energy from any one person, beyond the general simmer of erotic activation (i.e. horniness) that spiked every time I turned my back to the class. I had become familiar with the exact threshold that this power would hit before it seemingly reset everything to a new, slightly more enhanced normal, and I was counting on the regularity of that threshold with the timing of this next move.
The previous, and now continuing discussion of new media had led me to realize that the enhanced asses in the room really did look like expertly done morphs and the perfect fit of every pair of pants, no matter the material, was simply improbable. Whoever this was, whatever this was, was operating along the edges of possibility, letting fantasy seep into what we generally regard as the real (or what we think is the real). So I figured, why not use one of my favorite tropes and see what happens.
My tweed slacks were impeccable but not indestructible and as the energetic threshold was reached I just happened to drop my chalk, quickly bending down to retrieve it. The spike in erotic attention from the view of my ballooning backside paled in comparison to what followed, as the seam of my pants finally gave way, my cheeks spilling into view along with a pair of pink and purple polka dotted bikini briefs that did nothing to cover the shelf of my ass.
I played it off with my expert acting skills (this wasn’t the first time I had to feign surprise from some magical mishap), performing a practiced mixture of embarrassment and humor that I assumed the reality-shifter would expect. From the men in class was a mix of nodding in understanding and whispers of It’s even bigger than I thought and How did those pants even fit. I felt a wave of erotic energy move through the room, but there was a spike of something else in the back corner. Something sharper, a tendril of fantastical power peeking into our dimension, concentrated around Logan, who I found staring directly at me with a look of surprise and mild confusion.
I knew of Logan, he was an archivist based in the college’s paranormal artifacts collection, and I think he had signed up for my class as a refresher for methods and safety when investigating and collecting potentially powerful and chaotic objects. He was skinny all around, topping out at no more than 5’7”, his thick, hexagonal rimmed glasses sitting below a mop of bouncy curls with an undercut. He usually came in wearing a pair of loose, flowy drop crotch pants, a surprisingly bohemian look with his otherwise reserved demeanor and sensible button downs. He was demur and unassuming, not seeming like the kind of person to cause this kind of trouble. But at this point he was the only dude in class that didn’t have an absolute dump truck.
The following week, I wondered why I had even hatched that plan in the first place, seeing as I always wear a skirt over tasteful leggings. I had given up on wearing pants years ago because it was just too much of a hassle, opting instead to let the globes of my ass bounce back and forth with more freeform bottomwear. Slacks were constricting enough in the back, but I was also tired of my donkey dick being suffocated in the crotch. A blessing and a curse. It looked like a couple of the guys in class had followed suit, perched on their round glutes as they let some thick bulges snake down leggings or compression shorts.
No wonder those pants ripped, I thought. I probably haven’t worn those in–
Ah ha. Another bread crumb. And an added wrinkle. Time hadn’t been totally rewritten and my memory hadn’t been totally wiped, just altered in the most efficient way in that moment. In fact, I was still mentally very much on the case and making progress. It wasn’t the sort of loose thread that a reality warper this competent would leave, and by now they must realize that I of all people would be on to them. I began to surmise that Logan wasn’t the one pulling the strings, but was actually some sort of conduit. Maybe for a bored trickster god playing an erotic prank–which, frankly, happens much more often than you’d think.
That week, through irony or serendipity, we actually were discussing strategies for navigating the psychological and emotional games that tricksters love to play, but as the supernatural energy began building on schedule, that previous playfulness had hints of… irritation? The power was a little discordant and I could feel it somatically in a way that I hadn’t before; it seemed everyone else could too. We continued on like normal as my leggings felt fuller and tighter in the glutes, my shoes feeling uncomfortably snug as more of my ankles revealed themselves, my dick inexorably snaking its way towards my hip while staying totally soft.
This was new. And potentially a game changer. But I, along with my students, followed the central mantra of my profession: Note it. Track it. But until you have a plan in place, just ignore it.
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Year in Vidding Review: 2023
Year-end round-up/meme:
2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022
April
What (Yennefer of Vengerberg) The Witcher Netflix
Making of "What" commentary: do it for the process (and for Yennefer!) The Witcher Netflix
Mr. Brightside (Jaskier/Geralt/Yennefer) The Witcher Netflix
June
Skipping Stones (Fringilla Vigo) The Witcher Netflix
August
In Our Wake (Vilgefortz/Geralt) The Witcher Netflix
December
[Festivid Assignment] - redacted until reveals!
[Festivid Treat] - redacted until reveals!
Review questions under the cut.
Random process notes:
Well, I have been kidding for *counts* 16 years now?? I guess I kind of know what I’m doing when I have a good idea of what a vid is like inside my head. Which is why most of these vids took less than a week to make and none of them were on my actual to-make list that I had written down at the beginning of the year. Flighty ADHD/anxiety brain just latching onto the feelings of the moment and zooming across the timeline until I can call it done. I think I started two non-witcher vids during the year before Festivids but the witcher hyperfixation remains too strong. Everything else falling to the WIP piles. I tried to finish my Moonhaven vid but couldn’t focus. Tried to finish my Green Knight and Blade vids but no, my brain was more interested in writing +70k of fic this year, aha.
Overall thoughts:
HEY I made Festivid stuff! I can vid-non Witcher things! I was really worried there that my brain was just forever stuck on Witcher but! I did it.
Anyway. I really love vidding The Witcher Netflix and keep building up my clip gallery for easy reference for when I can settle in for the next witcher vid. I keep fuck up my exports though because I’m doing everything too quickly and not paying enough attention. So there’s some export-related things and a few minor clips I would have changed if I weren’t caught up in a in a rush. But overall I’m very, very happy with my crop of vids this year.
Favorite Vid:
Most of the time I have upwards of 8-16 vids a year and it’s easier to pick a favorite. When I do so few… they’re all my favorite. For different reasons.
For my Yennefer vid it’s my favorite editing.
For Mr. Brightside it’s my favorite song choice and tone (this is a cover in the style of The B-52s) for Jaskier.
My Fringilla vid — it’s my favorite thing that came together from all of the season footage of her character from seasons 1 and 2 and the song just makes me so happy that it tied everything together for her.
For the Vilgefortz/Geralt vid, oh it’s my favorite because it’s my pure id, heh, and my favorite build/pacing of all my vids.
My festivids are my favorite because I have been wanting to make things them for awhile now but hadn’t had the focus. And then I did!
Hardest to make:
The only thing that was hard was me exporting shitty stuff and not realizing it until days or weeks after I uploaded and crossposted. Anyway. I took my time with my festivid exports so those should look pretty good.
Most successful:
They are all successful in my heart. I love them.
My best vid:
Probably my Fringilla or Vilgefortz/Geralt vid. I’m so happy how they turned out.
Most fun vid:
Mr. Brightside. I love playing with Jaskier’s humor with the song choice and the transitions.
Things I learned in 2023:
Mmm, I am still worked up about my fic WIPs and life anxieties that I wasn’t able to do more vidding things that I wanted. As for the projects themselves, I learned that it’s very handy to have a standing clip gallery all labelled and ready for when I want to make my next Witcher Netflix vid.
In 2024:
I always want to be ambitious in the new year but always end up wandering in completely unexpected directions. In any case I would love to finish my Moonhaven vid and get my brain in order to find the last of the Black Sails source I need for a vid idea that has been eating my brain for 4 months now. I also have my Philippa Eilhart Witcher vid I want to make as well as a season 3 Witcher Netflix vid too that’s taking up space in my brain.
#fanvids#fanvid#fanvideo#fan fanvid#vidding#vids#vid meme#vidder introspection#fringilla vigo#yennefer#the witcher netflix#geraskefer#jaskier
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Rathbone Holmes movies, ranked
First, the series as a whole: it's really fun! Basil Rathbone will never be my Sherlock Holmes (that's Clive Merrison, until one I like better comes along) but I can see why he is the definitive Holmes for a lot of people. He definitely has the right look - half the time he looks like he walked right out of a Paget illustration. (He's also occasionally distractingly pretty? Like, I am ace as hell and sometimes had to rewind the movie because I was paying too much attention to how nice his eyes were.)
The films are obvious B movies and made quickly (if you look at the dates below, you'll see that there were sometimes three of these released in a single year), but the occasional jankiness and short runtimes are part of their charm. I love the recurring stable of bit part actors who appear over and over again - it's fun to spot them in each successive film. I also love the absolute refusal to explain a) the shift in the Victorian era to the 1940s when the series moved to Universal and b) how Moriarty can die at the end of three separate films. Sherlock Holmes is immortal; Moriarty is like Schrödinger's cat - either dead or alive, depending on the demands of the plot. It's delightful.
I have criticisms - try as I might, I can't get over my dislike of Nigel Bruce's Watson and his influence on the perception of Watson to this day. Lestrade is likewise occasionally unbearable. There's the normal period-typical racism to deal with in certain of the films as well. Sometimes the plots don't quite hang together and there's only one that can be called anything like a faithful adaptation of the story it claims to be based on.
But, even with that, they're fun movies and well worth checking out. I enjoyed watching them and there are a few that I'll put into my "good background movies for craft time" rotation. If you want to watch any of them, they're all on youtube except for The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which you can find on the Internet Archive. Even the bad ones will only take up about 70 minutes of your time.
This post is so long, oh my god, and only going to get longer. The actual ranking will go under a cut. Sorry, folks on mobile.
And now, the ranking!
1) The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1939) - Super fun. It claims to be based on the play by William Gillette but, having seen what this series generally uses the words “based on” to mean, I have my doubts about that. In any case, I think this one is stronger for not trying to wedge in details from the original stories. George Zucco’s Moriarty is fun and definitely has Weird Bitter Exes energy with Holmes, which I find very enjoyable. Holmes and Watson get space for some character work and Holmes gets to be a big weirdo on occasion - something I always appreciate. Moriarty’s schemes are very fun (even if the theft of the Crown Jewels doesn’t feel like a Moriarty-style crime*) and the climactic action scene is very exciting. Definitely my favorite of the series.
*Yes, okay, I spent the whole “stealing the Crown jewels” scene thinking “This is a Raffles crime. Except that he would keep them on his mantel for a week and then mail them back to the Queen in a biscuit box, the weirdo.”
2) The Woman in Green (1945) - This one is so hard to rank! It has a really good plot, Henry Daniell is my favorite of the three Moriartys in the series, the blackmail/murder device is really interesting, it has some fun Holmes and Watson interactions and some actual character work, and the climax is really tense and suspenseful. But I find the whole hypnosis thing deeply deeply unpleasant. I’m honestly mad about the fact that I like so much about this film and that it has a central plot device that renders it nearly unwatchable for me. I’m therefore putting it in the ranking where it would be if I didn’t have that very idiosyncratic problem with it. If you don’t have a hypnosis/mind control squick, this one’s very good.
3) The Hound of the Baskervilles (1939) - A fairly straight and faithful adaptation of HOUN, with a few changes due to the Hayes Code. It’s solid and very enjoyable, and it looks great, with some gorgeous use of fog. Rathbone and Bruce are both good in this one (Watson is a bit jammy, but not terribly so) and the side players are also excellent. (John Carradine! Lionel Atwill!) Points off for the titular Hound just being a normal-ass dog and not made to look spooky or supernatural at all. I’m probably rating this a little lower than other people might, simply because I’m not super into HOUN.
4) Terror by Night (1946) - A train movie! I love a train movie. And it’s a train movie plus a movie with Colonel Moran. (A Colonel Moran who isn’t a big game hunter, but is a notable jewel thief, a hobbyist mathematician, and “played for the Gentlemen at Lords”. Sure, okay, why not?) All of the red herring train passengers are very fun (as is Holmes siccing Watson on them as a distraction). Not the best of the series, but quite good.
5) Sherlock Holmes and the Voice of Terror (1942) - My favorite of the “Holmes vs Nazis” films. This movie feels janky in places - there are some scenes that are such clear British propaganda that they’re a little hard to watch with a straight face - but there’s a very real feeling of tension and fear running through the film that makes up for it. (Being partially based on actual events probably helps there.) It’s also filmed in a way that feels like a much older film, which gives it a very unique look compared to the rest of the series. Even when it’s not actually good it is always interesting. (This was the first movie made after the series moved to Universal, so some of the odd feel may also be due to that.)
6) Dressed to Kill (1946) - There are two vague adaptation of SIXN in the series and this is the good one. It also steals a fun bit from SCAN. It feels a little padded (we spend entirely too long watching an auctioneer run an auction, twice, and also there’s a random musical number) but the villains are fun, the plot is generally exciting, it's got a cool maguffin, there’s an interesting musical puzzle, and there's a scene where Watson tries to entertain a child by making duck noises and the child is not having it. This is the last film in the series and it feels like a good ending.
7) Sherlock Holmes Faces Death (1943) - Most of the films in this series that claim to be based on a particular Holmes story are basically lying, but this one does make at least an attempt at MUSG, swapping the goofy geometry puzzle for a goofy chess puzzle. I like this one mostly for the period detail - I love that Watson gets to have an actual job at an army hospital, and I love the trio of shellshocked convalescents who wander through the film. (Ostensibly, they are presented as red herrings, but they mostly provide some gentle humor that is more to my taste than Watson or Lestrade’s usual shtick.) The final confrontation between Holmes and the killer in the crypt is also quite good.
8) Pursuit to Algiers (1945) - A boat movie! Fun, though not as good as a train movie. Homes and Watson are very married in this one, and all the subterfuge with the Ruritanian nobleman (I don’t remember what fake country he’s actually supposed to be from) is very good. Watson sings - this scene is not as painful as I feared it would be. I would have liked a little more time spent on the trio of killers, whom I found very intriguing, but I suppose these movies are only 70 minutes long, after all.
9) Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon (1943) - Oof. I mean, it has some good points, but the central scientist maguffin character is so dumb and boring. Fortunately, the second half of the movie gives us Lionel Atwill’s Moriarty, who is a joy. I mean, he’s not a particularly good Moriarty, but he’s an excellent example of a Lionel Atwill-style Fucked Up Weirdo and he gets to have excellent Weird Bitter Exes energy with Holmes - this is the height of the Holmes/Moriarty “we used to date and it ended so badly” thing that these movies are doing*. Also introduces Lestrade to the series. He is…not a good Lestrade.
*This one does have my favorite moment of the films slipping something past the Hayes Office. Holmes has just described his frankly disturbing fantasy about Moriarty’s death by slow exsanguination and Lionel Atwill’s Moriarty purrs, “The needle to the end, eh Holmes?”
10) The Scarlet Claw (1944) - What if HOUN again but in Canada this time? (Why are we in Canada? Look, don’t worry about it.) This one is pretty fun - the mystery is good, and I really enjoyed the character who turned out to be the killer. (He's played by perhaps my favorite of the recurring bit part actors.) However, it has perhaps too much jam Watson shtick - having Watson literally get stuck in a hole not once but twice is too much for me.
11) Sherlock Holmes in Washington (1943) - Not bad. All the subterfuge and trickery with the central maguffin is good, there is a very funny scene with Holmes pretending to be an obnoxious customer in an antique shop, and George Zucco returns as an excellent non-Moriarty villain. However, the plot itself is pretty lackluster and the film is ultimately kinda forgettable. Not bad, just not memorable - I enjoyed watching it but I did have to go look a synopsis to remind me which one this was.
12) The House of Fear (1945) - A fun And Then There Were None-style mystery, spoiled by way too much jam Watson. Nigel Bruce’s Watson is tolerable when he is relatively reined in - he is not reined in at all in this one. Good lord.
13) The Pearl of Death (1944) - On the plus side, this movie did steal its opening from “The Arrest of Arsène Lupin”, which did make me laugh, and also it does the “knocking over the bowl of oranges” bit from REIG, which is always a joy. On the other hand, it is nominally an adaptation of SIXN that goes out of its way to make Lestrade look bad and stupid, and also contains an inexplicable and unnecessary monster-murderer. Giles Conover is a fun villain; the Hoxton Creeper is not. I did not particularly enjoy this one.
14) The Spider Woman (1944) - This is my least favorite. It shoves details from about 6 different Holmes stories into a big blender and tries to make the resulting mess all work together as a coherent story. It doesn't. There are some good moments - I am fond of the scene between Watson and Lestrade when they think that Holmes is dead, doing SPEC with a spider is a cool idea, and there’s a bit where I swear they’re just quoting dialogue from Hornung’s “Ides of March” - but ultimately it doesn’t hang together well. (And also it misquotes the Norbury bit from YELL and makes it racist and I’m still very angry about it.) If you're going to skip any of the series, it should be this one.
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uni_dayz episode twelve part eight
It’s our last night in Tomarang. Earlier today, we all went shopping around the tourist/market district. I found some very pretty jewelry and trinkets to take back with me. Theo tried to buy me everything I saw but I had to remind him, he still needed money for when he goes back to Windenburg. Sadly, he won’t be able to just come home with me.
Later that night, Theo asks me to get ready as he has a surprise for me. I’m not sure what he has planned to see, but most places are closed at this point.
We leave the house, and he takes me back to the resort club we were at earlier, but this time its only us and he set a romantic dinner for us.
Dakota: Awhh, Theo.
Theo: I wanted to do something special for you. We haven’t been on a real date in a while….
Theo: Here, let’s sit.
Dakota: This is really sweet babe.
Theo: I just wanted some alone time with you, without the group seeing I have to go back tomorrow.
Dakota: *Sighs*
Theo: But I’ll be back home in 2 weeks.
Dakota: I know.
Theo: Let’s not worry about that right now. Let’s just enjoy the night.
Dakota: My favorite bottle again.
Theo: Its actually pretty good, you have good taste.
I know.
Theo and I spent the night talking about things we missed with each other while he was away. It seems like he enjoyed the program.
We talked about my clerkship and time at the firm. He was really proud that I was able to work on a that case.
I told him about how my mom and dad have been seeing each other and think I have no idea. They aren’t really good at being secretive.
It felt so normal to just be out with him and talk like we normally do. Once we finished dinner, Theo said he had one last thing for me.
We ended up at this private rental a few mins from ours.
Dakota: Why are we here?
Theo: I figured we could stay here tonight, so we can be alone.
Dakota: Theo, this looks very expensive.
Theo: I’m not worried about the money; I just want to spend time with you.
How much money is that program paying him?
When we get to our room, we put our stuff down and head to take a bath. It was so relaxing. Afterwards, we get ready for bed.
Dakota: Theo, now that we are back together, I wanted to talk to you about something.
Theo: Is everything okay?
Dakota: Yeah, I just want this to start off very clean, with everything on the table.
Theo: Okay.
Dakota: For about 6 months, Noah and I dated.
Dakota: We never had sex, but we did date.
Dakota: We broke up because he knew I wasn’t over you….
Theo: I know baby.
Um, how the hell does he know?
Theo: Who do you think called me to come here?
nofuckingway
Dakota: That’s how you knew where we were.
Theo: Noah called me late the night before I got here and asked if I wanted to join you guys here. He met me at the airport bar when I arrived, and he told me everything.
Theo: It was literally perfect timing because I was missing you bad. So, I got on the next flight to be with you.
Dakota: You traveled over 9 hours in the middle of the night, because you wanted to be with me?
Theo: And I’d do it again.
Well, if I didn’t believe him before, I definitely believe him now when he said he missed me.
Theo: I don’t ever want to lose you again. I love you, Dakota.
Dakota: I love you too Theo.
We enjoyed the rest of the night with each other seeing it will be our last for 2 weeks. I don’t want it to end, I don’t want to go back home.
The next morning…
We’re all at the airport getting ready to head back home. I’m pretty sad because I finally got Theo back and I still have to be without him for a little while longer…
Theo and I are just going to hang out until my flight is ready to depart. He departs after mine.
Across the room
Laura: Look at them. They are so damn happy with each other. That’s all she needed.
Laura: Which is why you called him, huh?
Noah: I don’t know what you are talking about….
Laura: Mhm. You really did love her. So much that you put your own feelings aside to make her happy.
Noah: I told you; her heart is back where it belongs.
Back to Theo and Dakota
Dakota: Hey, where did you go? Is everything okay with your flight?
Theo: Yes, actually perfect. I have a surprise for you.
Dakota: What?
Theo: I talk to the customer service, and they were able to switch your flight, so that you’re ending destination is Windenburg…
Dakota: Wait, you want me to come with you?
Theo: I think we’ve been apart for long enough.
Theo: I was even able to get the seat next to me, so we can sit next to each other.
Dakota: Theo, are you serious?!!?
Theo: I didn’t want to have to wait to see you again.
Dakota: I love you.
Theo: I love you too babe.
Dakota: Let me go say bye to Laura and Noah.
I head over to tell them the news.
Laura: You say your temporary goodbyes?
Dakota: Actually, I’m not going home with you guys….
Laura: Wut.
Dakota: Theo wants me to come back to Windenburg with him. He got my flight changed.
Noah: That’s exciting Koda.
Laura: How you just gone abandoned us?
Dramatic Laura strikes again.
Dakota: I will see you guys in two weeks when we both get back.
Dakota: Noah, can I talk to you before you go?
Noah: Of course.
Noah and I go off to the side.
Dakota: I just wanted to say thank you.
Noah: For what?
Dakota: For bringing Theo here. You didn’t have to do that.
Noah: I meant what I said to you Koda.
Dakota: What’s that?
Noah: I want to make you happy.
Goddamn it Noah.
Dakota: I’m so happy you are my best friend.
Noah: Am I now over Laura?
*Dakota laughs*
Dakota: Thank you again. I’ll see you back in Britechester soon.
Noah: Enjoy Windenburg.
I give Noah a kiss on the cheek and head back to Theo. Laura and Noah are getting ready to board. I’m excited to see Windenburg but most of all, experience it with the love of my life.
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ugh I do not feel well today—tired tired tired and feeling pretty drained from the last couple weeks. I’m excited to see all my grad school friends but phew I will be glad to hibernate for a bit on the other side of this long weekend. also when will my sense of taste return from war… there are some random things I can still sort of taste (raspberries, corn) and some that taste/smell like nothing to me (yogurt, cinnamon, nectarines, greens) and then some that taste intensely and unpleasantly metallic (this falafel I ate the other day). it’s very unsettling!!!! I never tested positive for COVID but I had a whole day of exposure to my sister two days before she tested positive… apart from losing my sense of smell/taste the only other weird symptoms I can remember having in that window of possible infection are fatigue, GI issues, and persistent muscle/joint aches, but without really a feeling of “feeling sick” (I actually have felt much more “am I sick? I kinda feel sick”) this week. anyway whatever. I apparently can’t get a PCR test covered by insurance anymore unless I go to an urgent care for it and I’m not paying $125 out of pocket. I wonder if I should mask at the wedding or if I’m in the clear since I’m testing negative. mm whatever I’ll figure it out. onward…
I ended up having a pretty productive meeting with [redacted] yesterday, which was good! I am trying to avoid doing the thing where I form such a negative mental image of a person or situation that I lose the ability to see any of the positive interactions. making it really clear that I needed her to read/comment on the project plans before we met REALLY helped. I think I will just try to make that an expectation moving forward—like if she doesn’t have time to read something I’ll ask that we not discuss that project until the next time. I’m not asking her to read like 10 page docs it’s usually just a 1-2 page writeup so I think that’s a reasonable ask. she gave me useful feedback on which projects to prioritize and on how to identify & cultivate strategic partnerships that advance the work instead of spreading ourselves too thin making lots of small promises to lots of people. so all good. also she is soooooooo excited about this program we are going to pilot and I think that is earning me a lot of goodwill. I guess the higher-up chancellor is also really interested and has floated the idea of giving us $$ from discretionary funds to try out some of the more ambitious elements. I feel like I now have a clear sense of direction and have been given explicit permission to carve out time each week to work on program/curriculum development (my beloved). so that’s v positive!!
mmkay. I worked a bunch this weekend so I could take today mostly off to pack and run errands before the wedding. I have a long to-do list so I’ll do that in a separate post.
#I’ve decided not to worry about this audition#I don’t think I deserve to get in based on how I performed… too nervous and messed up the sight singing#but it served the purpose of making me want to do choral singing again so I think I will sign up for some voice lessons#and see if I can coax my voice back after a ten-year hiatus
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Fallout 4 - Nick Valentine - sentence starters
1. “I told them that I was rigged to explode, and started going ‘beep... beep... beep’.”
2. “Those people treated me like a human being. I’ve been trying to return the favor ever since.”
3. “A ______’s life isn’t an easy one, but it rarely lacks for excitement.”
4. “You see a lot of people at their worst when you’re in my line of work. Hard to not let it get to you sometimes.”
5. “Another beautiful day in the most dangerous place in the world.”
6. “The only tune I want to hear right now is ______ recanting a life of villainy.”
7. “I never would have gotten this far without you.”
8. “I’m not going anywhere until I get what I came for.”
9. “All I know is that, without you, ______ would still be at large.”
10. “I just thought this would fix things. But it’s not that easy.”
11. “It was about justice, about doing what was right. And that act of goodness, that’s ours. All the good we’ve done. That’s ours and ours alone.”
12. “With you at my side, doing the kind of good we’ve done? I’m about as great as one _____ can be.”
13. “Well, to not put too fine a point on it, you’re the best damn partner I’ve ever had. So I’d say I’m doing pretty good.”
14. “I got you as a friend. There’s nothing more one old _____ could ask for.”
15. “Thanks to you, _______ is pushing up daisies and ______ is safer for it. What you’ve done, I’ll never be able to thank you enough.”
16. “I used to wonder how people lasted as long as they have out here. Now I know, it’s thanks to people like you.”
17. “_____ can take a real toll on you if you let it. I’ve seen this place make monsters out of men.”
18. “Don’t pay ‘em any mind... not that they would know what to do with one anyway.”
19. “Just ignore ‘em. Not worth anyone with manners possibly getting hurt.”
20. “Only madmen could justify trying to wipe out an entire people just because they were made, not born.”
21. “All the resources they’ve got, the _______ could do a lot of good. Shame they want to wipe out my kind instead.”
22. “_____ was just here. You saw him/her/them, right?”
23. “It’s not easy to do the right thing for something that seems so evil. But everybody deserves their fair shot.”
24. “I won’t tolerate anyone mistreating the only other ______ in town I can stand.”
25. “Always wondered what you’d look like as a robot. Not too shabby.”
26. “It took me a long time to realize that home is where you make it. With some time and effort, this place could be home for you too.”
27. “I remember waking up one day in a garbage heap, a body in tatters and a head full of memories belonging to a ______ who’d been dead for _____ years. Suffice to say, it was a confusing couple of weeks.”
28. “I think his/her/their name was ______. The first person to actually speak to me after I got the boot from the ______. My first human contact in this world.”
29. “I wouldn’t normally bother you with this sort of thing, but... well, I know I can trust you at this point.”
30. “They’re just this inescapable reminder. That I’m not the person I think I am. That I’m not a person at all.”
31. “All I want is a life where I have something I can call my own.”
32. “_____’s not an easy place to travel alone. Nice to have someone watching my back.”
33. “You know, some folks are just out for themselves. Others want to help those in need. Jury’s still out which camp you’re in.”
34. “There are some crimes even you can’t get away with, _____.”
35. “No. No more jokes. You looked me in the eye and told me you were going to shape up. But that was just another load of bull.”
36. “You know, you have a funny way of showing your fondness for others.”
37. “All right, fine. But seriously, drop the buffoon act. Because this is your last shot. There won’t be another.”
38. “I’ve met a lot of scum in my line of work. People I wouldn’t throw to the _____. But you, you’re a real piece of work.”
39. “If I were your ______, I’d remember.”
40. “I always thought I was just more of their discarded trash. Never thought of the possibility that someone wanted me out. Helped me escape.”
41. “Get away from me! What the hell are you?”
42. “_____ really did help me escape the ______? I wasn’t just tossed out with the garbage?”
43. “Should I give _____ a chance? Try to accept him/her/them as my _____? He/she/they might be the only other ______ that exists.”
44. “I guess no one gets to choose their family, but when your family is built in a lab, things gets... weird.”
45. “So... ____ is dead. After all that talk about trying to accept him/her/them as family, we end up getting him/her/them killed anyway.”
46. “You know, why don’t you shut the hell up for once? I swear you care more about sounding smart sometimes than you do about who has to listen to it.”
47. “You sure you want to waltz through ______ HQ with a _____ at your side?”
48. “No! Dammit, _______, don’t listen! Hang in there!”
49. “That was one sorry negotiation up there.”
50. “With any luck, something will be making a meal out of ______ before sunrise.”
51. “It took a lot of guts to do what you did. I know it couldn’t have been easy.”
52. “This is a brave new world you’ve ushered in. But I suppose it’ll do.”
53. “There really is no way to ride a seesaw with dignity.”
54. “I’d offer a game, but you probably can’t calibrate your arm sensitivity, can you?”
55. “Don’t be afraid to dream big, _____. This isn’t all you have to be.”
56. “You know, since the first time we met, I always got the sense that you would change this place. I just never expected it would be like this.”
57. “Thanks for getting me out. How did you know where to find me anyway? Not many people knew where I went.”
58. “Yeah, I’ve heard it all before. ‘You’re a freak’, ‘You’ve got something to hide’. Blah, blah, blah.”
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Eren Yeager x reader :D
summary: eren meets a interesting girl while working at his uncle’s corner store over winter break
tw/notes: no tw; modern day au, you guys are in 11th grade
Eren pov
I look around at all the candy bars in the counter. damn, the dude really has a lot of candy. I was at my uncle’s corner store and it was winter break for me. My parents said it’d be good for me to get out of the house for once so they sent me here. I guess i’ve made some cool friends though. I don’t mind working here except the fact that on the weekends I take the late shift. So here I was at 1 o’clock am. Just as I was about to close since we hadn’t had customers in the past hour, the bell chimed. in walked a girl who seemed to be a regular customer considering she walked immediately to the fridges in the back and looked like she knew where everything was. I couldn’t see her face yet until she came to the front counter to check out. and man, she was pretty. really pretty.
“hello!” She chimed cheerfully
“hey, is this all?” I gesture to the star berry slushie and bag of takis.
“yup. But hey, I haven’t seen you around here before. You just got hired or sum?” She tilts her head
“Well I guess you could say that,” I laugh “this is my uncles shop. I’m sure you know him though. But my parents sent me here for over winter break. my name’s eren by the way” I explain as i scan her stuff.
“oh cool. I’m y/n! Anyways I should get going. See ya tomorrow” she does the three finger wave thing and heads off.
“Yeah… cool” i say as I smile to myself, knowing she already left.
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It was the next night, or should I say morning. I was waiting for y/n to come in again. I figured she might get the same thing again considering she’s a regular customer. I hear the bell chime and look up to see the same pretty face that I saw last night.
“hey eren,” she says as she walks by the desk.
“damn, why do you come in here so late?” I ask
“my sleep schedule is messed up already” she laughs. She goes the fridges in the back and returns about five minutes later with another slushie and you guessed it- a bag of Takis.
“how was your day?” I try to make conversation.
“eh, could’ve been better” she shrugs.
“mine too. It’s goin good now that you’re here though” I smirk. y/n just rolls her eyes.
“Come on, dude! I just met you yesterday and you’re already flirting”
“isn’t that how it works?” I hand her her things.
“I guess, I usually don’t move that fast though. I barely know you and you barely know me” she says.
“alright, then how bout we exchange numbers and we could get to know each other better” i smile
“tch, fine” she gives a small pout. Cute, I think to myself.
“give me your phone then” I freeze. Holy crap, did I actually just get this chick’s number? We exchange phone numbers to hopefully start ‘talking’ more. And that was that. She left and I sat there dizzy with singing birds on my shoulder.
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It was 2 weeks later and me and y/n had become surprisingly close. We hadn’t really hung out outside of my uncle’s shop. But when she came in tonight I already knew what she wanted. A medium watermelon slushie and takis. I had it all ready on the counter for her and as she passed the counter she spun back around with a confused expression.
“what?” Is all she said.
“what?”
“did you get all my stuff for me already?” She asks, shocked.
“well yeah you get t he same shit every night. Or should I say morning.” I smirk. She pays and we just chill for awhile and talk about random stuff. I keep zoning out on her features until I hear her telling my name.
“eren!! I’m gonna go now, alright? But you should text me later so we could hang out” She yells
“oh, my fault i zoned out for a sec”
“clearly” she giggles. She waved as she exits the store. Oh man, I really like her
y/n pov:
ding
my phone goes off, waking me up. I really gotta fix my sleep schedule, I think. It was a text from eren.
Eren🙀🙀
y/n!!
wake up bro 😂
why r u up so early
it’s literally 12:30 pm⁉️
good job telling time??
Omfg 🙄
anyways
anyways what
wanna hang out?
like we were saying the other night
oh sure!
I’m free any time 🤷♀️
aight cool
I’ll send u the addy rq
You hearted eren😍🫣’s message
I pulled up to a well kept looking house with beautiful plants and bushes in the front. damn, who’s keeping his landscape this nice? I rang the doorbell and a familiar tall, brunette boy stared at me.
“you’re finally here!” He chuckled
“oh c’mon I didn’t take that long” I roll my eyes.
“well at least you’re here. I guess you need awhile to get all pretty anyways” I blush.
“Are you calling me pretty?” I ask
“oh, sorry have I never told you that before?” He smirks. he leads me inside and upstairs to his room.
“wow it’s nice in here. Your room is cool” I look around at all this posters, led lights, furniture, etc.
“thanks. What do you wanna do?” He asks.
“I dunno maybe watch a show or YouTube or sum?” I suggest as I lay on his bed. Eren laughs again.
“Getting comfy already?”
“yup!”
“This movie is so boring” I yawn
“yeah..” eren days quietly. I look over at him.
eren pov:
“why are you looking at me like that?” She says.
‘because you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen before. You’re so funny and have a great sense of style. Even if I only met you a couple weeks ago, I know that I want to be with you.’ But I didn’t say that. Not exactly. I pulled her closer to me by her waist and kissed her, telling her all that with one motion. When I pull away she looks up at me
“eren..”
“sorry! I didn’t know what to say so.. I really like you. You make me laugh all the time and you’re just so gorgeous. I love everything you do” I confess
“I-Eren you’re crazy” she kisses me again
hey everyone 😃 how are y’all
This idea randomly popped into my head so I hipe y’all enjoyed it and it wasn’t too cringey 😵💫
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^Alert Two Hour Season 1 Finale: 1x09 “Brianna” and 1x10 “Max” Promo
Alert 1x08 “Craig” Review
here are my thoughts on this weeks episode, spoilers ahead so if u haven’t watched, i’d scroll😁:
- okay so i was actually excited in the beginning and even until the middle! it was good… and i was confused why i was on the edge of my seat to see what happened next, it’s not normal for this show (sorry to say) THEN what the hell happened? it just lost ALL momentum, keith’s mystery was done, and the case came back! bruh, i was actually excited! now i’m disappointed, like really disappointed. my hopes were high tho lol.
- honestly, i didn’t really pay too much attention to the case, i know that’s probs not good but ya know what i was way more interested in keith and that whole mess! but i will say, i do like how mike got a chance in the line light this episode. i’m more interested in mike than C or Kemi, sorry to say. but i think it was interesting and it did flip halfway thru the episode but i also knew that was going to happen. like they already dropped the hint that mikes father betrayed him or something and then that guy that was his second father betrayed him (haha can u tell i really only paid attention to the keith mystery?)
- finally the family had a meeting, with everyone in the same room; jason, nikki, sidney and keith! i like the conflict! finally jason is realizing that might not be his kid. anyways, the whole build up to get the bone structure/dna back was literally annoying. like how the hell did C get this job? he’s eating gummy worms and not doing his freaking job! like dude you’ve had this skeleton for so long!! he should’ve gotten it done weeks ago! C just annoyed me this episode, he really wasn’t helpful except for finding out that the skeleton wasn’t keith.
- ya it’s maybe a bit crazy that jason just completely flipped his lid and physically attacked keith but honestly if someone random was pretending to be your son, ya there would be a pretty intense reaction! but honestly i like the drama and conflict so i liked that scene. i thought scott was great in that scene (there were glimpses of his father when jason was losing it, it was crazy how quickly my brain flashed to james caan).
- i still don’t really believe that keith is actually keith. but i have a weird feeling that the show is just gonna run with it, that mystery is solved and now for the finale they’ll venture into his kidnapping. like they hyped up the whole season for it to not be keith and then they do this. it would’ve been way better and a longer storyline (if there’s a season 2?) if they have him not be keith and have jason, nikki and sidney either accept him or not. it would bring more conflict and intersting storylines! maybe they’ll still do that but idk… it can’t just be happy ending because if they’re planning for a second season, what are they gonna don’t for their B and C storylines? not gonna lie, this season felt like a miniseries or something with only 1 season.
- sidney flipped way too quickly from not believing him to accepting keith. that was way too quick! it was like whiplash! maybe she’s faking? idk. if that’s real then that’s really really bad writing. no person could/would ever just flip that quickly to believe someone that they thought was an imposter every other episode this season.
- also u really expect us to believe there was another body in the lake the same age, same build, same basically everything as 12 year old keith? like really? come on!! it was too coincidental. and if they except us to just accept it, that’s bad writing.
- i hated the ending! it was stupid. i mean ya it was a good way for all of the storylines for the episode to come to a close but besides that… it was just weird. i’ve learned just to stop questioning kemi’s techniques. that just might be me idk.
- overall, i was lowkey disappointed. scott was good this episode (esp in those emotional scenes), im def bias, and i am sad for the show to end- not because of the storylines or show but literally just for scott, i have really enjoyed seeing scott on my screen every week. i thought dania was fine, whatever, i’ll keep saying it but she just has to stop calling everyone baby. i liked ryan broussard (mike)! i thought graham verchere (keith) was really good, he gets some hate but i like him! i liked fivel stewart (sidney), she’s great, but really how can they really pass her off as a high schooler? petey gibson (C) was fine. Adeola role (kemi) was good, i like her, just not her character too much!
- for the finale next week, im not getting my hopes up. also of course nikki gets freaking kidnapped! like of course! they really had to end it with someone, most notably the leader, getting kidnapped from the missing persons unit. i just want one episode to focus on keith and that whole situation. most procedurals have at least one episode that doesn’t have a case, ya it’s only a 10 episode season, but still! just put some time aside for the plot that people actually want to know about and maybe their ratings and viewers will go up!
anyways i’ve ranted long enough. i’ve probably forgot some stuff but let me know what u guys think! i luv hearing your thoughts and different opinions! i’m definitely gonna miss scott on my screen! see u next week for the two hour finale!
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Happy post! 😁
Ok, so despite the one really big bump that happened, there have been a lot of really positive things happening recently, too.
Firstly, I’m officially done with all the pre-op requirements! No more blood work, no more scans, no more check-ins with various doctors (at least until AFTER surgery). And I not only met the weight loss requirement my surgeon wanted before surgery, but I actually exceeded that by 20 lbs, for a total of 70 lbs lost since the first week of May. I’ve been called a super star by my surgeon, my nutritionist, and even the sleep specialist I’ve been seeing for my sleep apnea. I’ve somehow managed to exceed everyone’s expectations, including my own, and it feels incredible. I’m going into this surgery knowing that I’ve done everything possible to succeed and keep myself committed to this new lifestyle, and I’m finding ways to make accommodations for the things I know will be the hardest for me.
And along with the sleep apnea thing, I’ve had and been using my CPAP machine for a little over 2 weeks now, and it’s actually not as bad as I was expecting. I sleep pretty well with it, and really my biggest issue is making sure I actually get into bed and put it on before I fall asleep 😅. But I had an appointment this past week, and the lady I’ve been working with said that everything looked fantastic on paper, the machine is working exactly as it should, and I’ve gone from 85 apnea events per hour (from my first sleep study in May), to now 0.6 an hour with the CPAP. So like…that’s CRAZY good. I honestly wish I hadn’t been so apprehensive about it for so long before all this because I can definitely tell that I’m feeling a lot better physically, I’m not constantly falling asleep during the day and I just have a lot more energy overall. So while I do hope the weight loss will help reverse the apnea naturally, in the meantime I’m glad I do have the machine now to help correct it and let me get more quality sleep.
And in other Non-Scale Victories (NSV for short), I’m down 2 clothing sizes and have been pulling out some of the old stuff I used to love but had gotten too big for in the last couple years. I did get rid of a lot of it when we moved last year, but I saved a few things that I couldn’t bear to part with, so being able to fit back into them now is really exciting. And I’ve bought myself a couple new things in the smaller size as a little reward for all my hard work. 🥰 And yesterday, for the first time in well over a year (probably more like 2-3 years), I walked over 10,000 steps (it was actually 11), and I don’t even feel the least bit sore today. For reference, when I started properly adding in more physical activity for my pre-op preparation in early July, my average was around 2-3k steps a day, topping out at around 5k a couple times a week. And before that I would sometimes do less than 1k. So I’ve been slowly trying to work on building up my muscles and stamina, and it’s been really paying off. I can walk for a lot longer now without my back or legs hurting, and I’m starting to get back to the point where I enjoy it again. The main issue I have right now is the extreme heat outside, so I’ve been primarily pacing around my room for 5-15 minutes at a time several times a day. But it’s working, so I’m really happy.
And one other thing that isn’t solely related to my bariatric journey but definitely has an effect on it, is that my sister and I have been making really great progress in our relationship recently. For anyone who’s been following me for a long time, you’ve probably seen me kind of vaguely mention that my sister and I have had a very tumultuous and toxic relationship for most of my life, and for pretty much the last decade, I’ve only spent time with her when absolutely necessary. But in the last year or so, she’s been slowly trying to bridge the gap between us. And though I was resistant at first (with very good reason), I did eventually acknowledge that she was making a real effort to change and make up for all the years of manipulation and abuse (mostly verbal/emotional). So I’ve been more open and accepting of her attempts to spend more time together, and we’ve actually managed to have several really brutally honest conversations about our childhood and our own individual pain, and we’ve been able to genuinely apologize and begin to heal the deep wounds we both have. So during this whole process of getting ready for this surgery, she’s been very supportive and has made real efforts to do whatever she can to help make things as easy for me as possible. And tbh, I’ve been struggling a lot with my mom in that area because she just doesn’t seem to understand what my true needs are no matter how much I try to communicate them more effectively. So having the support from my sister has been a huge comfort, and it’s something I never would have thought we could ever get to. We were SO broken for so long, and of course there’s still stuff we’re working through and probably will be for a long time. But I’m just amazed at the progress we’ve both made so far and I’m grateful that I do have that familial support that I really need right now, even if it’s not from the family member I was expecting.
So I’m hoping to have more positive things to post about in the next couple weeks leading up to my surgery. I’m doing my best to focus on the ultimate goal and remind myself of all the things I have to be grateful for and proud of. Fingers crossed that it’s smooth sailing from here on out. 🤞💖
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So a lot has happened and I’ve had a time of it. (Got fired!)
So first things first. After 9 years of service, I got fired from my job at the library. That’s why I haven’t been around. The old assistant director quit and was replaced with the worst human being on the planet. I mean this woman was cartoonishly evil. If I described even half the things she did you would think I was just describing some Saturday morning cartoon villain. Then after she got hired the director decided to retire without warning and without securing a replacement for herself. Meaning our evil assistant director was left to run the library until the board could find a new director. She ran the place for just a little over a year, which has been one of the most trying years of my life. Every day has been a living hell of stress and paranoia. The assistant director started targeting everyone who didn’t fit her specific type for what she wanted for employees. So in other words, if you weren’t a teenage girl, you were getting targeted. I’ve spent the last year watching all of my old coworkers targeted and harassed until they couldn’t take it anymore and finally quit, all while suffering the same treatment myself. I talked to a lawyer multiple times and kept being told there was nothing they could do. Until eventually I was the last member of the old staff left (because I was too stubborn to quit). And then when the board couldn’t find anyone with the qualifications to take the job, they made the assistant director (who also didn’t have the qualifications but was already doing the job) into the new director. And the moment she had that position her very first act was to just fire me without giving any reason for it.
I’ve spent a little over a month unemployed. I put in job applications all over the place but getting fired doesn’t look good so most of them have not been calling me back. One of the places I applied at actually sent me a rejection letter without even bothering to interview me. I managed to score an interview at a shoe store only to be told to expect a call on a specific day and then never receive that call... Applying for unemployment was almost more of a hassle than it was worth. First it was tied up forever because my former boss was trying to deny giving it to me, but when she couldn’t provide any proof that I was fired for breaking any company policies I was finally approved... but the unemployment office used every little technicality they could find to NOT pay me as often as they could. I was unemployed for a little over a month and in that time only got paid for 2 weeks.
I have finally found a new job. One of the only two places to actually interview me has offered me a job. It’s a used game store (not Game Stop). I’m pretty excited to work there as it was one of my top picks. Although it’s been a full week now since I went in to fill out my paperwork and I still haven’t been called back yet to be told when I actually start. I’m starting to wonder what’s going on... Does it really take that long to run a background check? I hope nothing has gone wrong. If I don’t get this job I’m going to be completely screwed and unable to pay my next set of bills.
And that’s been about it. I’ve tried to get some writing done in the time I’ve had but I’ve mostly just been in a depressive funk and drowning sorrows in playing Sons of the Forest.
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