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granddaughterogg · 2 months

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men of Modern Warfare and how they are in relationships

Captain John Price

Self esteem: high, and damn rightly so. Heart on his sleeve. Doesn't really get the idea of being emotionally closed off. Seems like such a hassle, innit? He's got a lot to give and is not afraid to admit that he's a giver through and through. His love language is words, but also touch, and this man is insatiable. Will drown you in tenderness if you let him. You want to feel like a queen for the rest of your days together? Marry his ass.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Self esteem: Pretty high. He's impulsive as all out and a motormouth, so even if he wanted to hide his feelings from you - it's a battle already lost. He's way more sensitive that his Bro Persona might suggest and will be equal parts touched and embarrassed if you find out on your own. Showoff. Possessive to a fault. Can get quite cunty with his jokes sometimes, but will apologize for it profusely. He's so afraid to lose you. His love language is fucking your brains out. It's not like you're complaining.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

He has this healthy belief in himself. Probably the most level-headed when it comes to falling in love out of the whole Task Force. Notices your affection right away and responds bringing his best game to the table - and this man can be Charming! Can get quite harsh when agitated though. Get prepared to be brought to tears if you two fight over something important. He'll notice that you're hurting, but firmly believes that it's not a reason to avoid discussion. His love language is shared hobbies.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Whoo boy. Self esteem: Unwavering when it comes to his job activities, and fairly bad considering everything else. He's one big walking emotional scar. Doesn't believe to be worthy of love and therefore remains oblivious to it for the longest. Probably has alexythymia on top of it. You have to grab him by the collar and shout I LOVE YOU, YOU BIG LUG into his face or he'll never get it.

Once you two are officially together he will give you plenty of everything that you need- except words. Won't tell you that he loves you unless you're on a hospital bed or something. His love language are everyday acts of service. That joke about a man who got told by his shrink that he should show his wife more affection, so he went and washed her car? It's been written about SImon Riley.

König

Self esteem: terrible. Frankly speaking, he should attend therapy before he even gets in a relationship. But shit happens, right?

He's touch starved, sex starved, obsessive and zealous. When he falls in love, it's as if he regressed into being a teenager again. He will idealize the SHIT out of you, you will become his sun, his sky, his everything. You say "jump!" and he happily throws himself over a precipice. Don't say "jump." If someone hurts you, the police will have a grotesquely mutilated corpse on their hands.

Love language: sex. He is very much a sub, even when he's the one holding a knife to your throat because you've asked him for it.

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saintescuderia · 2 months

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pancakes (pt. 1)

welcome a new multi-chapter fic. enjoy.

AKA - the story of how the naive australian rookie befriended the gym junkie F1 hospitality worker with the shoe collection - and inadvertently broke the grid's most treasured and unspoken rule: you don't go for y/n.

series masterlist here :)

P1 - bulgarian split squats

Really, the only way to survive Formula 1 was by going to the gym.

The gym addiction was something that had existed long before joining the circus of a motorsports paddock filled with politics and rumours, as well as the slim fitting uniforms that always seemed to be accompanied by, in your opinion, ugly ass shoes.

Sure, Puma was the offical sponsor but couldn’t they get anything other than the Speedcat? And what even was that name? Speedcat? It was on brand, sure, but at what cost? Really? If Formula 1 was trying to grow its popularity they could honestly start with their dress code. Seeing Christian Horner in Skechers really took the intimidation out of him when you served him his double espresso during the Spanish Grand Prix that one time last season.

One of the perks of working in Hospitality - and there were very few far and in between - was that uniform was not so strict. F1 Hospitality only required an all black service with ‘comfortable shoes.’ This you took for interpretation. Dunks. Jordan 4s. Maybe 1s. Never 13s. Forces were good for a night race - that usually meant more stairs - and Vans were what you reached for in the morning when you knew you’d be working the barista shift. Converse were for ‘throw away’ races.

These were the races where you knew the shoe-care was not important. For example, Silverstone with its torrential UK drinkers who were likely to throw up on your beloved sneakers. Alas, you had learned the hard way when you almost lost your job by rushing to the kitchen to start scrubbing the vomit off your blue and red Cortez during peak lunch.

Never again.

Admittedly, you did try to keep at least one pair of Converse in good care since they were the renowned shoe come leg day.

Another perk of working in F1 Hospitality was that every circuit’s map layout had been drilled into your head. Meaning you always knew exactly where the communal driver’s gym was located at and could therefore get your daily dose of dopamine before dealing with… well, everything.

You silenced the shrill horror that came from the iPhone alarm. 4:00 read the lockscreen, the light shining brightly into your face. It didn’t help that your wallpaper had a photo with a clear blue sky, making the light even harsher in the darkness. You could’ve very well changed it and avoid the pain you routinely go through every morning. But it was this very photo that reminded you why you were getting up in four in the morning in the first place.

You had snapped it during a free practice in Italy that had miraculously lined up with a break in your shift. The sky was clear and the red car was small, but clear on the circuit. Ferrari, of course. You still remember the buzz that circled around the paddock staff that day. No matter who you routed for or whatever bias you had, there was a unanimously acknowledgement that Ferrari winning at Monza was special. He was special.

Then again, you’ve known that long before he stood on that podium in Italy and was given his infamous nickname.

It didn’t even take you ten minutes until you were out the door. Your gym clothes (pump cover included!) were on the one limpy chair that decorated your poor little hotel room, your shaker sat on top of your gym bag with you black high top Converse right beside it. By the time you had made it to the gym, it was a little past 4:15 and you had already scooped in pre-workout into your mouth ready to get through the oncoming pain.

Your hips were a little tight, as per normal. The left side even more so. The hood of your hoodie was up, headphones on and blasting the hardstyle house music that would see you through the next two hours. You went through your usual stretches but with today’s added focus on the lower body.

And then you went about destroying your legs.

It was about an hour or so that Oscar finally sleepily arrived. You weren’t actually sure what time it was but you were up to doing bulgarian split squats - and hating life - and that was usually at the hour mark. You gave him a curious once over, noting the odd choice of clothing. It was a little odd to see a driver in the paddock wearing athleisure that wasn’t their team uniform.

“Bro, it’s five in the morning.” Oscar groaned, shuffling over to come and sit on the bench next to you. You gave another three more reps - Oscar silently watching you groan in pain through the last two - and then finally dropped the dumbbells. You reached over to take a sip of water and checked the phone for the time.

“It’s five thirteen in the morning.” You corrected. It had been just about the hour mark. “Are we training today or?” It wasn’t the first time Oscar had joined you. The reason his neck was getting stronger was because of you. In your opinion, the trainer Alpine had assigned Oscar was a fucking idiot.

“You’re doing legs.” Oscar pointed out, as if that was enough of an answer. He leaned to lay back down on the bench and stared up as he continued to speak. “Drivers don’t need bulky legs. We’ve been over this.”

You had. Many times. You knew he was right. It still would be nice to have someone to go through legs with you, though.

“So train with light weights.” You offered, trying. Oscar just gave you a look that made it clear he was not picking up any type of weights. You shrugged, not deterred. “I’ll do calisthenics with you. Or we can work on plyometrics.” Oscar’s response was to close his eyes and let out a deep sigh. “Fuck it man, do some cardio.” You came to the last resort, coming to kick his legs as you walked past to load up the smith machine with some different plates.

“Piss off Tezza.” The Australian-ness continuing to shine through with the nickname that Oscar had specifically designed for you in respect of your shared citizenship to the ‘land down under.’

Except unlike the blond caucasian boy who loved AFL, grew up in Brighton East and attended Haileybury, your Australian-ness was less obvious. Your accent, for one, wasn’t as prominent since your parents were African immigrants. This, of course, didn’t just influence your speech patterns and accent.

Dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair, you weren't exactly the picture of a 'true blue Aussie.' The rite of public school bullying from those who did look 'Australian' (whatever that meant) had you scoffing at vegemite and preferring to follow EPL and La Liga than whatever the fuck was Aussie Rules Football.

Why is it called football if the players pick up the ball?

Still, when a homesick Oscar Piastri overheard one of the Hospitality staff yell out that that they were going for a 'Macca’s run' between the practice sessions on his very first F1 race weekend, he instantly picked up on the Australian-ism. And he didn’t let it go. And cue the beginning of a friendship that had Oscar Piastri calling you ‘bro’ and shortening your last name as per Australian rite.

Even if you had sworn off that sort of thing.

“Oscar, man, if you ain’t here to train then why are you?” You said, locking the plates in place on the smith machine. You lifted up your hood up and ducked under the bar to rest the metal against you shoulders, the hood acting as a cushion. The starting weight was light enough that you wouldn't have to worry about music for your first set. Besides, if Oscar was here, he could be the entertainment for this set. “You forget that this is a driver’s only gym. You could get in trouble." The sarcasm was all too clear in your voice.

No one used the ‘drivers-only’ gym. It was something that every Grand Prix had set up. Mobile, communal and high-end, it had enough equipment to rival the local 24/7 studio franchise gym that seemed to exist in every neighbourhood. Despite the fact that every driver preferred to train at their own motorhome gym - or that every team had their own mobile gym set up in conjunction to the motorhome - F1 still went about packing up and moving their own studio gym to every single location come race weekend.

If anything, it was a nice stop during the presentation walk during the sponsorship lunches where good old Stefano Domenicali would show off all the amazing resources that the Grand Prix space has to offer.

So, no. F1’s Driver Gym was not used.

The only reason it wasn’t gathering dust was because every weekend it was packed up and moved. That and you woke up at 4am every weekend to destroy your muscles in the familiar red and black equipment.

"You're here." Oscar reminded you. "And not a driver."

You ignored him and just kept up with your repetitions, focusing on engaging your glutes and keeping your core tight. Oscar was silent as you finished your first set. When you finished your last rep, he stood up and came round as you locked the machine. He knew you well enough to pick up the 10kg and help add it to the sides.

"Thanks." You said. Oscar nodded and added the weight to the other side. There was a quiet air for a moment and you went to pick up your headphones to put them back on. Things were getting heavier and you would need music to get through the next few sets.

“I might be leaving Alpine.”

You looked up at Oscar who dropped the bomb and then looked back at your headphones. You sighed and then dropped the headphones back to land in your gym bag. Headphoneless, you went back to the machine and Oscar took your invitation.

“Zak Brown approached me yesterday and suggested something about picking me up for next year.” Oscar said.

You just kept squatting. Oscar was far too removed to yet be aware of - well, everything.

“And with talk of Fernando quitting, I know that Alpine will be calling me up but do I trust that? Honestly Lando has been doing so well and Ocon has always pissed me off.” Oscar watched as you started to struggle.

He stood up and came around to help you but you just shook you head. You pushed through one more rep and then called it.

“He does have a punchable face.” You said, now out of breath. Esteban had always annoyed you and before meeting Oscar, you used to dread the weekends where you were put on Alpine.

Your friend handed you the water bottle sat beside your gym bag before you could even ask. You gave a two finger salute in thanks as he continued on.

“And Lily and I got into this massive fight again! Apparently I don’t communicate enough!” He huffed. “But I sent her flowers and chocolates because she’s going through finals and she likes daisies and Cadbury."

“Yeah, but is that her love language though?” You asked, dropping your bottle and going to stack up the final set of weights on the smith machine. Oscar stood up again to help you.

“Her what?” He asked, handing you the plate.

“Love language.” You answered, still panting, and explained, “You’ve got physical touch, gift giving, quality time, words of affirmation and acts of service.”

“Are you saying people love in specific ways?" Oscar asked, quick to process new information as always.

“Exactly. You did something nice for her, an act of service. Maybe all she wants is a nice, long phone call or maybe some texts complimenting her or something.” You shrugged and then brought up your headphones.

Oscar accepted this, knowing the last set would require music.

He watched you as you settled back under the smith machine bar and went on squatting more than his body weight. He shook his head and ran a hand over his face. He really shouldn't have been surprised at your lack of surprise. Little shocked you. That or your might’ve already known and just kept it to yourself. F1 Hospitality were a part of the Formula One Group and, therefore, were not associated to any one team. They had rotations across all teams and, therefore, every member of staff were required to sign an NDA. Not that ever did anything in this damn place.

Still, Oscar knew that you were one of the few genuine people left in this place.

He knew that there would’ve been so many opportunities where you could’ve easily done something for yourself by recounting something you had overheard while pouring Toto Wolff his coffee or serving Mattia Binotto his lunch. It was the reason why so many teams hired their own internal hospo staff.

It was also the reason why Oscar felt comfortable coming to tell you about Alpine and McLaren before he had even told his own parents, or Lily. The argument with his girlfriend had prevented him from getting any sleep, mulling it over in his mind for hours. Oscar knew you would be able to help him through it all.

And that you would be the only one awake at this godforsaken hour.

By the time you had finished your first set, he was Googling love languages and having a quick read through.

By the time you had finished your second set, he was halfway through doing the love languages quiz.

By the time you had finished your third and final set, he was seeing what the problem was between him and Lily.

“I think Lily is words of affirmation and I'm acts of service." He said, coming up to the machine as you stepped back and pulled down your headphones. You blinked and nodded, still put of breath. "I think I forgot to check in with her and send her some compliments. Tell her I'm proud of her for getting through exams. Especially because she never is one for gifts, really."

You held out your hand to him. "There you go. Growth."

"I don't know what to do about Alpine."

"Call a lawyer."

Oscar pursed his lips and then considered this. That wouldn't be his first move but thinking about it, it was probably for the best. "That's actually a good idea."

"Isn't that why you're here?" You retorted. "Since you're not here to train. Speaking of which, the fuck is that?"

“What?” He asked and realised you were looking at his feet.

“Zak Brown isn’t going to hire you if he finds out that you’re wearing fucking thongs with socks.” You said, finally recognising the flip-flops he wore with some white socks that really needed to be washed.

“You’ve been a great help, thanks.” Oscar smiled. You rolled your eyes and went to your gym bag. Pulling out a pair of white Adidas Sambas, you tossed them to Oscar.

“Put these on.”

“Is my footwear really that offensive to you?”

“We’ll go run the track.” You said then gestured to all of him. “It’ll help you burn all of this off.”

Oscar sighed and did as he was told. He laced up the shoes you'd given him that surprisingly fit his large feet and followed you out to the track. He used his pass to get through since a driver running the track at 5:30 in the morning would just be seen as the dedication to the grind. A Hospitality staff member would just be accused of breaking in.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re going through a crisis. I’ve always wanted to do a morning run on the track.” You said with a grin as the pair of you came to the starting line that, in a matter of hours, would be full of mechanics, engineers, reporters, camera crew members and, of course, drivers.

“If I get a seat at McLaren, you can be my trainer.” Oscar said as you both started warming up into a light jog.

"Ha." You snorted. "As if you could afford me, bro."

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rehfan · 2 months

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La Belle Dame avec Merci

Eddie Munson x Unpopular!AFAB!fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ readers only please - minor children DNI! – No Upsidedown; SLOW BURN; Eddie & Reader are both over 18; fake dating/relationship; reader is technically a virgin; mutual pining; Eddie has trust issues; emotional hurt/comfort; masturbation; emotional manipulation; reader is kinda shitty to Eddie; reader gets better; angst; more angst; Eddie’s mom is dead; small act of accidental physical violence; Uncle Wayne is the best

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Inspired by @/hard-candy-writing ‘s ORIGINAL POST — I sincerely hope I do this justice.

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Eddie Munson was on your radar about as much as any other guy in school. That is to say, boys were people to avoid on the whole; whether because they were just cruel to you, or users trying to get you in bed, and therefore people to pointedly stay away from or - if it ever would happen - a dreamy-eyed boy were to come along and finally be kind, the fact remained the same: boys were an inconvenience at best, a source of torture at worst. Keeping your head down was the rule for every day. None of them wouldn’t have anything to do with you anyway, but some would actively jump out of the way in the halls all the while thinking themselves clever and funny by quoting Monty Python: “She’s a witch! A witch! She turned me into a newt! I got better…” An act somehow always followed by a cackle from their clique.

Of course, Eddie himself wasn’t one of these. He mainly kept out of your way, even though you shared a biology class together. You knew him enough to hand him a pen or pencil if he asked you for one in desperation, but otherwise, he kept to the theater club and his D&D group, Hellfire, and gave you a wide berth.

So it was a surprise to you when you received notice from the librarian that Eddie asked for a tutor in history. Ms. O’Donnell was a challenging teacher, no doubt, but you were one of her favorites and were currently in her AP History class. Eddie was in American 20th Century history and while it wasn’t your favorite part of history, you could still help him get by. You thanked the librarian and went looking for Eddie.

It didn’t take you long. The librarian simply pointed behind you. He was at one of the smaller tables in the middle of the space, doodling in a notebook. His leg was pumping a mile a minute and he looked bored. It must be his free period, you thought. You sat opposite him without asking and he looked up surprised.

“So when would you like to get started?” you asked, unpacking a datebook and pen from your purse.

“What?” He was genuinely thrown off guard, but soon regained his composure. This was some kind of trick. Had to be. He searched the room and discovered the table behind you was loaded with jocks and party kids. They weren’t looking at either you or him, but something still smelled off. He narrowed his eyes at you and waited.

“For your tutoring. 20th Century History? Ms. O’Donnell’s class? The thing you asked to be tutored in?” You clicked your pen. “When are you free?”

“What are you talking about?” he said, utterly confused. You had never spoken to him for any length of time before but there was something about the sound of his voice you found fascinating. The more he spoke, the more you wanted to hear. Even if it was him turning you down for your academic services. “I never asked to be tutored,” he said, insulted. “I’m not that stupid. I’ll make it through her class all on my own, sweetheart, m’kay?” He tilted his head and gave you a smart-ass grin.

“Well then why did the librarian give me your name? And why did she say that you wanted to be tutored?”

“I don’t know, princess,” he said, leaning forward, that grin still painted on his face. “Maybe she’s trying to set you up with the only guy in school who isn’t terrified of you.” This was not true. You did terrify him. Deeply. Your piercing eyes. Your pretty hair. Not to mention your rather distracting body. You were a fucking masterpiece and totally untouchable. The Impenetrable Ice Queen. The Queen who was now talking to him, the lowly bard. What was happening here? Doubling down on his declaration, Eddie leaned in even further and whispered: “I can be scary too, you know.”

Your spine stiffened. That was a shot across your bow you weren’t expecting. “I don’t understand. The librarian always keeps track of who the tutors are assigned to. If you didn’t put your name in for tutoring-“

Just then a group of kids behind you laughed. “Hey Munson! The Ice Queen? You getting desperate? Want to take your chances with the frigid bitch of Hawkins High?”

“Yeah man, hope you like cold fish!”

“And cold showers!”

You didn’t even want to turn around. From the look on Eddie’s face, you knew that it was the same group of people that hated him too - that is to say, almost anyone else in the school.

You closed your eyes and took a deep calming breath. “Jocks or preps?” you asked him.

“Looks like a mix of both,” he answered you and raised his middle finger at them all. Because fuck them, that’s why. He wanted to punch them all in the face. After all, they were also insulting you and face punching after someone insults a lady is expected, no? The knight errant in him was itching for battle.

“The freak found the geek!” one of them called.

“Shh! Quiet in the library or all of you can leave!” said the librarian. She stayed long enough to watch the big group behind you duck their heads and pretend to study their books. Satisfied that everything was over, she went into her office to answer the phone.

As soon as she was gone, it started back up again, just quieter.

“Hey Munson, be sure your dick doesn’t freeze and snap off inside her.”

“Don’t worry. She’ll probably cut it off as soon as he pulls it out of his pants.”

“And hey, Ice Queen, watch out Munson doesn’t have anything catching.”

“Yeah. God knows what that freak carries.”

”Probably what the green monkey had.”

“It’s so nice to know they care,” you muttered, your voice dripping with sarcasm. As you kept your gaze in Eddie’s direction, you saw his jaw clench and his eyes darken. You commended him for keeping his temper, if only barely.

In that moment, as Eddie was steaming and you were trying to let their words pass over you, you came to an important realization: you and Eddie were in the same boat socially. It was also then that you realized that Eddie might be the answer to your prayers. In fact, out of all the guys in Hawkins, out of every single male soul, he was likely to be the one person that you could co-conspire with - if he were up for it, that is.

And if you were honest, there was something fundamentally attractive about the metalhead. You enjoyed how he held court in the cafeteria from time to time. It took bold resolve to speak his truth to the entire school. And there was something about his eyes. The intensity behind them was magnetic. You didn’t need much more thought.

You leaned in, resting your elbows on the table. “How game are you?”

“Huh?” he said, snapping out of his murderous plotting.

You slowed your speech to match the speed of his brain: “How. Game. Are. You? Will you play along with me?”

He narrowed his eyes. He didn’t see where this was going, but it was better than being carted off to jail by Hopper on a battery charge. He was an adult in the eyes of the law, after all. He allowed his curiosity to override his anger. “A little improv, sweetheart? Heh. What do you have in mind?” He honestly didn’t know what to expect from you at this point, but he was seriously intrigued. The Ice Queen wanted to conspire with him. He was flattered.

“Just follow my lead,” you said, “and let’s blow all their tiny minds.”

Slowly you rose from your seat. Your skirt was long, almost to your ankles, but had a slit that ran to just above your left knee. You came around the table and lifted and parted the skirt, swinging your left leg clean over Eddie’s legs and settled yourself in his lap. Automatically, his hands were on your hips, sliding down to stop on your thighs, warm and firm. Eddie looked shocked for about three milliseconds, and it was a good thing he had recovered; if he were too shocked, you didn’t think it would sell the way you wanted it to.

Taking his face in your hands, you turned your head to place a gentle kiss to his cheek, another to his temple, and yet another to the side of his head near his ear. You were testing his waters. You could feel him tremble slightly, but he was holding fast. Good for him. “Follow my lead,” you whispered gently. Then you pressed a searing kiss to his lips.

Eddie’s brain shut off.

He responded to you much more respectfully than you expected; he kept his tongue to himself. In truth, he was still trying to recover from the shock of having you so close and pressed against him. All it would take would be you grinding your hips against his and he wouldn’t be able to walk anywhere without a book in front of his crotch.

The whispered “What the hell-?” from behind you was completely worth the risk of trusting the honor of Eddie Munson. The sound of the rest of them whispering to one another in amusement, fascination, and shock was also satisfying.

The kiss lasted a good thirty seconds or so when the bell rang and everyone gathered their things. You got up. As you gathered your datebook, you smiled at him. “See you in biology, lover.”

There was an extra swing in your hips as you left the library. You could feel Eddie’s stare and knew that his dumb grin was on his face.

You were wrong, however. Eddie was too in shock to react. Too overwhelmed by your energy just now. He stared in confused longing, swallowing hard, knowing he could never really have you and wondering desperately what he was supposed to do now that he knew what kissing you felt like. What having you in his lap felt like.

With that kiss, you knew that the Hawkins High rumor mill was going to spin so fast, it might set the school on fire. That much, you could have predicted. What you didn’t expect was how hot and bothered it had left you. The warmth of him you had expected. Even the plush feel of his lips was a foregone conclusion. But the feel of him - him beneath you and in front of you, his hands on you, his scent spinning around your brain. That was overwhelming. This was either the best idea you’ve ever had, or the worst. Unfortunately, only Eddie Munson could define that for you.

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morsmordream · 9 months

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my random HP family headcanons that i firmly stand by

(not canon compliant)

creature blood was remarkably common in the older family lines that existed before modern-day laws. it is rather rare that these families produce true creatures themselves, even half-blooded creatures, but the blood can often manifest into family gifts. for example, creature blood is how the slytherin line have their ability to speak parseltongue.

the black family are world-renowned in various fields. they’ve produced countless scholars, and some of the finest duellists of each generation. but the family specialty, that everyone learns, is curse-breaking and it’s inverse. there’s a terrible item in the family vault that could kill you if you touch it? contact the blacks. you need an object enchanted to persuade someone into supporting a wizengamot bill? contact the blacks. expensive as their services may be, it’s always worth the money. customer satisfaction guaranteed.

the black family have held their reputation for dabbling in the darkest of arts, even black magic, since their very beginning. their family name comes from their reputation of practicing black magic. this is separate from dark magic, and is a dead art today. whilst books exist in the darkest corners of very few family’s vaults and libraries, the sacrifices required have deterred anyone who picked them up for centuries. a branch of black magic involves the summoning of beings from beyond our world, ‘demons’ as they are often referred to. the summoning of a shape-shifting demon, and subsequent procreation with, is a potential reason why only the black family have metamorphmagi in britain today- though this claim is unproven, and no longer proudly claimed by the family itself.

the malfoys have veela blood, especially these days. it was a rather scandalous affair when abraxas malfoy married a french witch, amelie bonnacord, who had been adopted into a notable pureblood family and happened to be a veela. the malfoys already had distant veela ancestry, making abraxas resistant to the veela allure. their children, lucius and lydia malfoy, were therefore half veela, and her grandchildren, including draco malfoy, a quarter veela. the veela allure seemed to work differently with men, and little was known about it as men born to those with veela blood was rare. the malfoys spend most holiday seasons in france, visiting family, and all speak fluent french.

the potter family never have been, and never should be seen as, a sparkling beacon for light magic. as necromancers by blood, no matter how much time passes since their amalgamation with the peverells, they naturally lean towards darker magic to facilitate practicing the art. not every potter has dabbled in their family gift, it’s not a requirement, but the ancient books in the family vault cannot be destroyed and will always return to the vault after a necromancer passes.

a few centuries into the past, the potter family migrated to india before a couple of branches returned to britain in the early 20th century. fleamont potter and his cousin, charlus potter, were the first potters to be born on british soil for centuries. fleamont potter married euphemia patil, a half-indian british witch, and had james potter. james potter, upon marrying lily evans, had harry potter- who was half indian.

the lupin family have a long history of naturally born werewolves, hence their family name. as time went on, and laws changed, werewolves born into the family would assimilate into packs instead of living as wizards with a dark secret. with time, fewer and fewer werewolves were born into the family, and the werewolf blood appeared dormant. remus lupin became a werewolf through an attack from fenrir greyback- the first werewolf in the family in several generations. his condition did not pass onto his son, but it is possible that remus being a werewolf may awaken the possibility of future werewolves in the lupin line in generations to come.

the weasleys hail from an old irish clan, one which they no longer practice the traditions and magic of- deeming them outdated in an age where they are deemed ‘blood traitors’ for their love and acceptance of muggleborns. the family magic is largely based around the elements, and is only really practiced by bill and charlie- though fred and george dabble in it from time to time. due to turning their backs on tradition, the weasley manor wards refused to grant entry to those in the family who did not practice their family magics- which is why they live in the burrow instead.

the weasleys fall from grace is infamous in pureblood circles. before the first war, they were actually a rather wealthy family. arthur weasley’s auror wage was enough to live off with two less children, and their vault was plentiful. molly added to their income by authoring books on household charms and tutoring pureblood daughters in etiquette. unfortunately, molly encouraged arthur to funnel money into the order of the phoenix to help with the war- they were not active participants, rather financial backers. by the war’s end, the family vault had been halved, they had two more children, and molly had quit authoring books to raise the children. she soon quit tutoring too, turning her back on other pureblood families due to her paranoia that anyone who hadn’t aided the order in the war were all dark and thus contributed somehow to her brothers deaths. soon after, arthur left the aurors and moved to head the misuse of muggle artifices office at molly’s insistence, due to her persistent paranoia- this time that something horrible would befall him as an auror. this caused another significant drop in the family’s finances, gaining them their reputation of being a poor family with more children than they can clothe.

the nott family are descended from viking clansmen in norway, and the majority of the family are still based there today. they’re very proud of this heritage, and every child born into the family is trained extensively in hand to hand combat from a young age. the nott family additional pre-schooling education also includes the language of old norse, nordic history, ancient runes, and runic magic. the england-based branch of the family add norwegian on to this as well.

the gaunt line, and subsequently the slytherin line, are only extinct in britain (the cursed child is not canon to me idc about delphini). a branch of the family, descended from one ominis gaunt, live on in france and have long abandoned their practices of inbreeding. the branch or branches of the family that remained on british soil rapidly squandered all that remained in their vaults by the turn of the 20th century, leading the family to financial and societal ruin with only their heritage and a few heirlooms remaining intact.

the lovegood family are rather notable as one of the few remaining seer lines in britain. pandora lovegood, upon marrying xenophilius ollivander, found her own seer ability passed down to her daughter luna. many overlook their seer lineage and focus more on the family’s eccentricity, forgetting that true seers rarely speak in plain language- they cannot always just speak the truth of what their visions show them, they must relay what they have seen in a way that makes others search for the answer. it’s not that hard to understand when you actually try it.

#harry potter #hp fandom #hp headcanon #dark harry potter #hp drabble #harry potter headcanon #harry potter drabble #harry potter fandom #the ancient and most noble house of black #draco malfoy #luna lovegood #house of gaunt #weasley family #remus lupin #theodore nott

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meetinginsamarra · 26 days

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mayprompts2024, #2 box

So, I had this idea yesterday about a funny little "box"-AU.

I supposed it would become a short ficlet (famous last words) only to find out that it has a lot of potential and I have more ideas about what is going to happen.

I already worked over 2 hours today on it (time that I didn't really have in the first place) and it is nowhere from finished. I don't want to stress myself even more and/or rush this, therefore

Behold Part One of

"The Perfect Place"

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Sherlock turned up his collar and plucked up his courage.

Taking a deep breath, he plunged into his mind palace and went through every detail of his plan for the very last time before he would put it into action. He recalled stalking the man for two days, very carefully as to not reveal himself, to deduce all there was to be possibly gleaned from all the minutiae he could observe.

Sherlock found no flaw in his plan (of course he didn't, he never would because he himself came up with it). It had to succeed. There would be no second chance. It was now or never.

He entered and a tiny bell chimed above the door, announcing his arrival. Into battle, Sherlock thought.

“I want to buy a boxspring bed.”

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John Watson startled badly in his seat when he heard the bell chime.

He had not been looking at the door since he had been fiddling with his gun for the umpteenth time (there were no rounds in it so it was safe) because it was boring as hell in the shop.

He had brought his illegal service weapon since the fourth day he worked here as a shop assistent, hoping against all hope that some benign person would storm in and try to rob the cash register (no robber worth their salt would even consider doing this) so that finally something fun and exciting would happen to him.

John had kept his hands and the weapon hidden behind the counter and thus out of sight from the potential customers (he was possibly mad but not that mad) and now he quickly shoved it into a drawer.

John stared at the surprise customer who had stumbled into “Bernie’s Bed Shop” and - holy moly - was he a sight to behold.

On a scale from 1 to 10 the man was a certified 11. John was already jealous of the mattress that would get to hug and caress and wrap itself around this sublime body every night. Life was just unfair.

Still, John could barely believe his luck. Finally, a customer who actually (apart from being the most gorgeuos human being John had ever seen) wanted to buy a bed, even one of those ridiculously posh and expensive ones with boxsprings. Also, being the first one asking for a bed in John's three and a half terrible weeks of working (suffering) as a bed shop assistant.

Thankfully, John remembered to plaster his most winning, helpful and customer-friendly smile onto his face (it was in fact not, resembling rather the anguished expression that a trapped animal with one leg stuck in a bear trap would have) and went around the counter to welcome the god. Godsend.

“Then you are in the perfect place. Bernie’s Bed Shop offers a lot of different boxspring beds. My name is John Watson, may I show you some variants or do you already have something special in mind?”

Sherlock blinked at John. Yes, you, he thought. His throat was suddenly dry with John Watson standing so close to him for the very first time. On a scale from dull to brilliant the man was a certified genius. Simply perfect.

“Show me what you have,” Sherlock asked, slightly husky and meaning something totally different. (He meant what was under these terrible grandpa clothes John wore, of course).

Please God, let him buy a bed, John prayed silently, being painfully aware that as a salesperson he had been utterly failing.

So far, he had merely sold a pair of cheap bedsheets to an elderly short-sighted woman and a heart-shaped decorative cushion to a sloshed builder. He had tried his very best every time when a customer had set their foot into the shop, being forthcoming and friendly and polite but somehow, they had all left more or less quickly without buying anything.

John did not know why that happened every time (it was his anguished smile, obviously) but he did know that this was his last chance to score or Bernie would definitely fire him at the end of this week. John would be without a job once again and would soon have to leave London because even the terrible bedsit he lived (existed) in would become unaffordable.

"Follow me then, please." John walked to the back of the shop where the premium beds stood. "May I present you the 'Royal Metropolis Deluxe'. It has every feature a boxspring bed can have that you could possibly imagine."

Just like your deluxe body, John thought.

I have a very vivid imagination, Sherlock thought and ogled John instead of the bed.

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That's it for today!

Flower Shop AU? Coffee Shop AU? Tattoo Shop AU? Nope! All outdated. I felt there is crying need for a Bed Shop AU. 🤣

tagging some people (tagging on desktop seems to work) @calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @raina-at @lisbeth-kk

#mayprompts2024 #number 2 box #calaisreno #my Sherlock ficlets #no beta we die like (wo)men

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shuenkio · 24 days

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Pov: Pranking them

"I like you" on Valentine's day 𓍢ִ໋💭 ༘ ⋆｡♡

Paring: Enha X Male!reader

Genre: Fluff and Crack

Pov: Prank them "I like you" on Valentine's day 💌

[some parts don't come with "I like you" but definitely a prank and joke]

ྀིHeeseung: After he saw the love letter in~

his locker, he immediately knew it was your handwriting and it was true because you left your first name letter on it too with a wink drawing. He's the type that doesn't like waiting and loves rushing, he likes to do things fast forward. While you chilled in your room, giggling, thinking what his reaction would be, did he decline your love letter or accept it? You just shrugged it off he'd never be at your doorstep, asking you to date him for real but little did you know, karma is a bitch. You suddenly got a visitor then went to open the door revealed him, towering over you with his bangs covering his dark face. He looks so intimidating, so serious. Goosebumps run down to your blood but you still greet him while sweat dripping down your forehead. He said "Your love letter has been approved, get ready we're going on a date M/N" ... "Wtf... I'm joking " he then replied "Once you're in there's no exist babe"

ྀིJay: My boys had a lot of girls head over~ him already, man is so attractive, handsome and hot at the same time with his sharp jawline like that. Of even boys had a crush on him. Your relationship with him is like a comedian and an audience, you're a comedian and he's your audience, whenever you had a chance, you'd tell him about an unserious, the funniest joke to ever exist. So when the day hit "Valentine's Day" you asked him to meet you at the school's rooftop to make it serious for him, this way he'd think you were being real and not joke about him again. Once both of you are alone, this is your time to make your move. Very dramatic, you back facing him, and said "You've liked him for so long" along with your make-up words. Well, your joke went too well with him which led him to turn your face toward him and grip your cheeks with both of his hands, lean down closer then press his lip against yours. "I thought I was the only one who had this feeling but who knows you're also too" You try to break the kiss however he's stronger than you, and both of his hands are grabbing onto your face.

ྀིJake: A heartthrob on the whole campus~ You've been friends with him for quite a while now. Joking with him is one of the reasons to make your everyday conversation with him. Today is Valentine's Day, while you scrolling on your social media, you suddenly come up with some bold idea, it's might be lead to misunderstood but a little fun joke that won't hurt anybody Plus both of you are guys, he probably just laughs it off once you telling him you like him as a joke. This idea gets you so bad, that you decide to text him through your phone with a short text that says like "I like you Jake, sorry to keep this feeling for so long. How about a date today ;)" sounds like a joke, you press the send button, wheezing on your bed, imagine his reaction. He did see your text yet he didn't answer anything. You believe that he's already got it with your joke, therefore about 15 min later, a car pulls over at your House. You open the door to see who was it afterwards Jake appears at your doorstep, holding a rose bouquet with a box of jewelry. "Took you long enough to confess your feeling love, at your service my prince, today is gonna be our day"

ྀིSunghoon: An introverted friend who likes~ to hang out with you every time he gets after his skating practice. Many girls had asked him out many times or should we say almost every day. Nevertheless, his answer is still polite "No". Since you're the only friend with him who spends a lot of your free time visiting him, taking a walk with him, and cheering for him on his competition day, he'd say you are his best buddy. As the days turned into weeks, then into months and years, both of you built a special relationship together but that didn't mean you didn't talk about jokes with him just because he's the quiet guy. While walking back home together with him, you joke about what if both of you were a couple and went on a romantic date today since it's Valentine's Day. After hearing what you said, he chuckled softly, at your idea. You believe that your joke is just a joke, and didn't work on him, and decide to walk forward as if nothing had happened but then he stops instantly, you're about to question him why but then he takes out a rose inside of his coat and hand it to you with a warm smile. "One rose for you M/N! you know what's mean right?" You don't know what to do, holding a rose he giving to you. He finally intertwined into your finger before holding it, making his way to fulfill your wish.

ྀིSunoo: An outgoing and a ray of bright~ sunshine. Even though he had a lot of friends, girl & boy and usually hang out with them, he's never left you all alone. Despite how shy you are to interact with him. Therefore after the group project with him in the class, both of you get to know each other better than before, from that day, he'd take you to the outside world very often with him. Today, at the Amusement park, eating ice cream with him, seeing many couples having a date here, makes you come up with a joke for him. You said "If you&i are a couple right now, we won't feel like a third wheel. If only you liked me back." As the words slipped from your mouth on purpose, he froze on his seat, covering his blushing red face. You're laughing at his reaction, how can he be so cute when it's just a silly joke? The moment dead down for a good minutes, you thought that it was nothing serious and he didn't take it to his heart. Well according to your plan, you fail because right now, you are being squeezed by him tight, even though he doesn't like skin ship very much but giving you a tight hug, means something for real. "We can be a cute couple now, aren't we? if only you just confess sooner~" - "wa-hwat"

ྀིJungwon: Childhood friends, also your~ neighbors too, isn't that too coincidence? If you and him are not friends that'd be hella weird. When you and him were a kid, he was so silly yet so cute with his eye-like cat, curious about a lot of things around him, as well as you. One day during that time, he asks you to date him when you're growing up and never date anyone else except him. You just chuckle and agree because once a kid, anything is possible, you agree to everything. Today is Valentine's Day, he asked you to go out with him on a friendly date at both of your favorite places Swan Lake near the neighborhood. He said you don't have to prepare anything just prepare yourself and he'll pick you up. Later on, you arrived at the lake, he then set up a picnic mat on the field of grass, along with fruit, and food too. During the time talking about his day, you came up with a prank with "I like you" as you saw in TikTok as a joke. On the other hand, when you're about to open your mouth to say he suddenly confesses "It's Valentine's Day today, you promised you'd date me when you were growing up now I want that promise back" announced, his face gives you no expression which is hard for you to understand his feeling at the moment. "Since when did you promise to date him?" That's what is on your head, trying to remember those times. While you are preprocessing your memory, he slide a flower ring onto your ring finger without telling you before holding onto your hand, softly and kissing your back hand, very lovely. "No answer needed, we're dating now!"

ྀིNi-ki: No explanation is needed, this guy~

is a walking comedian. All his friends including you like to hang out with him for this one reason. As a comedian he is, he also the type who's laughing at the bare minimum shit ever. Sometimes he likes to joke about you and him together, it's like "he would marry you if you make him laugh once more time" and many more. 14 February hit the Calendar, and the class has free time today, as a result, he gathers everyone to play a game, truth or dare. It sounds fun to you so you're in without hesitation. The game is going smoothly along with laughs, and smiles, from everybody. Now it's time for your turn to spin the bottle. The empty bottle then lands on Ni-ki who's sitting across you. Your classmates then asked you to dare him, and so did you, Ni-ki just sat, smiling from ear to ear while waiting patiently for his dare. Your classmates want you to give Ni-ki a hard dare for him, you thought to yourself for a moment before spoke. "I dare you to date me for a day!" You stated, that all your classmates went wild with your dare, even though they all know it was a joke. Meanwhile Ni-ki stayed quiet and didn't say anything before standing up from his seat and walking toward you. "why only a day when we can date from now on?"

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momentsofamberclarity · 3 months

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don't call me nonnie.

i know that not all proshipping is sexual, but it's still portraying pedophilia/incest positively

the bullet point lists were because i just wanted to separate each sentence into a different point because they were all sort off disconnected

the "they're just pixels" argument doesn't work because every single thing you see on a screen is a bunch of pixels if you zoom in, with that logic every image posted online is "just pixels", including actual csem

Fine, I won't call you that. But riddle me this, anon; why am I showing you more respect than you're showing me? Why have you told me to go fuck myself multiple times in place of having a discussion?

Here's the thing ... the only way you will find csem is if you go looking for it. You are not going to find csem on tumblr because it would break community guidelines. But fictional characters under the age of 18 do not count as csem and numerous child protection services have stated that those are just art.

Likewise, the only way you're gonna find fanfiction of 'kids being raped' as you keep putting it, is if you're trying to be a white knight and seek those writers out purposefully so that you can harass them like you're doing with me. Because most of the proshippers I know tag their stuff so that it can be found by the target audience and blacklisted by the people who don't want to see it.

And here's the thing about proshipping which I think is the biggest hurtle of the anti community. Proship doesn't mean 'I support active sexual predators hurting real living children'. 'Pedophile' as a term is meaningless at this point because everyone on the internet uses it to describe anyone they disagree with. You're better off using predator and paraphile. Predators are the dangerous people who don't give a shit about fiction because they have full-intent to harm others. But the majority of paraphiles? They're no-contact and/or fiction-only on their paraphilias, or they do consenting adult things with their consenting adult partners that are roleplaying with boundaries set in place for a reason.

I've been on the internet since before the term 'proship' even popped up. Back before that we called it Dead Dove, Don't Eat and Don't Like, Don't Look. 'Proship' as a term has the same meaning as those old ones, it's just shorthand. It means 'I support the rights of others to ship whatever they want in their own space regardless of whether or not I like or condone it because I don't know them and it does not involve me'. You don't like the content? You have a block button and you are encouraged to use it to curate your own online experience just like the artists and authors posting that content are.

The fact that you're still here means you're hearing some of what I'm saying and possibly having a hard time coming to terms with it. Believe me, I went through a period of morality crisis between my bpd and ocd telling me that fiction could affect reality and I thought that thinking bad things ( like intrusive thoughts ) made me a Bad Person. But thoughts are just thoughts.

So if you want to come off anon and actually have a conversation with me, I promise I'm not going to name-drop you. The purpose of this blog has only ever been about clearing up misconceptions about proshippers and paraphiles because I used to be uninformed about those topics myself until my partner and another super close friend explained them to me in a way that I could comprehend. And that is that thought crime doesn't exist. And fictional characters don't have autonomy and therefore cannot be abused by your thoughts, your art, your writing, etc.

But if we did away with fictional expression of paraphilias in a healthy artistic manner ( like KOSA is currently trying to do ), the world would be a more dangerous place for potential victims, because paraphiles and predators are always going to exist whether you choose to accept that or not. My own abusers never faced charges, only one of my partners' abusers is rotting in jail, and that is the reality of this fucked up world that we're living in. People with niche fetishes aren't monsters - most are even too embarrassed to talk about them. Active sexual predators online who hop into the DMs of minors to be creeps are a real world problem. And that has nothing to do with the proship community's philosophy of 'ship and let ship'.

#proship safe #paraphile safe #anti censorship #anti harassment #ambers.ask

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glittter-vamp · 9 months

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Hurricane Party|J.B

Warnings: MDNI18+, Smut, LSU!Joe x Reader. Natural Disaster talk. Mention of pregnancy. Fluff with minor angst. Crappy writing per usual.

Summary/Inspo: Got inspired by this storm that's going to unfortunately hit us in FL and Joe's iconic moment of being anti-hurricane party at LSU.

"So you should be expecting it to make landfall at around 9PM. Curfew will start at 6PM and all emergency services will be suspended starting 7PM and will be advised when they start again." You hear the TV reporter say on the tv in your room as you pack up your duffle bag with necessities. It was currently almost 3PM here in Baton Rouge, you and everyone else in the state were expecting a serious hurricane to sadly hit the state of Louisiana.

This wasn't your first rodeo being from an area where hurricanes happen here and there but it was for sure your first ever while away at college. It made you a little nervous, being in a different state for this one but you knew all the the important stuff about them and how to stay safe therefore you were as prepared as one could be. Your boyfriend Joe on the other hand, started to freak out about 48 hours ago when it was confirmed that it would be hitting us and not Florida or Mexico. Other than being disappointed his football game this week & practices were canceled for the remainder of the week, Joe was extremely nervous to experience this hurricane not being from the south.

"You sure Joe doesn't just want to stay over here? It's just going to be me and Beth." Your roommate Ella asks you as she passes your room. "Joe doesn't want to leave his apartment and if I don't go, he'll for sure spend it alone. He's never been through this." You sigh. "He's really freaked out by this isn't he? I saw the interview about him not being a fan of the hurricane parties he's been invited too." She snorts. "He's a legit grandpa about it." You chuckle zipping up your bags.

"Well, I hope you two stay safe! Beth is bringing over some portable chargers so hopefully we can remain in contact with you guys through the storm." Ella says as you walk out of your room with your bags. "You guys too, I think Joe also went overboard with the portable chargers so we shouldn't have an issue with that either." You snort grabbing the bag of snacks and flashlights you had on the dining table. "Bye sprinkles, take care of your mommy's." You pet Ella's cat who was lounging on a chair near the dining table.

"You guys have fun, don't get pregnant." You joke. "I'll try my darn hardest not too with my crazy fertile girlfriend." She rolls her eyes before laughing and walking you out. You put everything in your car and drive over to Joe's. The roads were crazy with people doing everything they needed to do before curfew was set. Long lines for gasoline were wrapped around places and groceries stores were full of people. You were glad you did everything yesterday and had all the important stuff you needed for the storm. Pulling up to Joe's you grabbed everything from your car and made your way up the stairs to his apartment, out of breath from the stuff you were carrying. You rang the doorbell and waited for a moment before the door opened revealing your favorite person. "You should of told me you were here, I would of helped you with all this stuff." Joe says quickly taking a few things from your hands.

"It's okay." You chuckled walking into his apartment and seeing the crazy amount of stuff he got. "Joe...is all of this really necessary?" You ask setting the bag of snacks on his breakfast bar as he goes to his room putting your other bags there for you. "Better safe than sorry." He says coming back into the room giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Five packs of water for two people is a bit much and how many batteries did you buy? I told you I picked some up yesterday at target." You scoff looking at everything. "You know I drink a lot of water and what if we get stuck here for days, I was reading on hurricane Katrina--Joe, honey... you can't psych yourself out like that." You grab his face calming him down. "I'm not, I'm just being smart." Joe rolls his eyes.

"Are you hungry? I can make us some sandwiches." Joe says grabbing your hands off his face and giving them a squeeze before walking into his kitchen. "That sounds good." You nod sitting in his bar chairs at the breakfast bar. "So, any of the guys coming over?" You ask looking into your bag of snacks. "No, a bunch of them are going to a stupid hurricane party. They're out of their minds." Joe scoffs taking out all the ingredients to make a sandwiches. "I've been to one, pretty fun actually." You shrug and Joe gives you look. "What? It was in high school." You shrug. "Then why aren't you at one now?" He asks cocking his eyebrow. "Because my scaredy cat boyfriend needs someone to hold him through the night." You pout. "Pft, I told you I'd be just fine here watching movies until the power went out." He says like no big deal. "Dude, you literally duct tape your windows...which you aren't supposed to do because you're creating bigger shards of glass if the windows were to break." You cross your arms.

"Naw uh." Joe looks at you and you roll your eyes. "Amateur." You mutter. "Well sorry for not being in the know about stuff, I'm from Ohio. We don't have literal tornadoes that attack us from the sea." He says handing you the sandwich. "All those youtube videos you watch and none of them serve for a hurricane." You shake your head teasing him. "Eat your food." Joe rolls his eyes at you making you laugh.

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"Winds are starting to pick up." You say from Joe's balcony. "Can you please come inside, it's not safe out there." Joe says to you as you look around at the swaying trees across the parking lot. "This isn't anything near bad, I'm fine." You chuckle leaning against the railing of the balcony. Curfew was set for the county you two were in about two hours ago and it was starting to get pretty windy with minimal rain coming in. "Y/N...C'mon please. You're making me me nervous here." Joe bites his lip from the sliding door looking at your nervously and starting to get ticked off.

"Fineee, you're such an old man." You sigh walking inside the apartment, Joe quickly shutting the sliding door and blinds. "I don't want anything to happen to you, winds are starting to pick up and you don't know what objects can come flying and hit you." Joe says as you sit on the couch. "Sit, let's watch some movies!" You pat the spot next to you. "I want to keep watching the weather, I don't have a good feeling about this." Joe shakes his head. "Joe, take a break." You grab the remote and go on a streaming service. You end up picking the movie Twilight and Joe sighs in annoyance. "Go get some snacks, we'll watch this and check on the weather every 30 minutes to compromise." You say to him. Joe agrees, bringing back some chips and water over. You two cuddled on the couch as the weather starts to get worse minute by minute outside. You could feel how tense Joe was so you gave him a few comforting squeezes and kisses on the cheek to help ease his nerves.

The movie went on and before you knew it, you were half way through the movie. "Wait, so he's basically 100 years old and he's falling in love with a high schooler?" Joe asks making you chuckle. "He's forever 17 though, so technically he's just frozen in time." You respond. "What the hell? That's creepy." He cringes making you laugh. "I like that Jacob guy better, he seems more trustworthy and her age." Joe nods. "Oh, you're in for a treat if you watch the other movies." You pat his arm. "Don't tell me he's also immortal and an old creep?" He asks. "No, but you'll see." You smirk. Continuing the movie, all of a sudden you two hear the wind howl a bit and the sound of rain start to get harder. Joes hand grips your thigh and you pat his arm kissing his shoulder as a sign of reassurance. You hoped you wouldn't lose electricity so soon and could at least watch a few more movies. "You know, I like Charlie." Joe says. "Of course you do, he's sort of like you. Awkward, hates talking to people and hot." You wink at joe which makes him blush. "You think he's hot?" Joe laughs. "Yeah, Carlisle is also hot and wait til you see Jacobs friends in the rest of them!" You wiggle your eyebrows, Joe shaking his head and rolling his eyes at you.

"Did you suddenly forget I'm not into dudes or?" Joe chuckles. "You can still find a man attractive without being gay Joseph, its 2018! I'm not asking you to kiss them." You roll your eyes. The movie eventually finished and Joe took that time to check the storm. It wasn't looking great but it wasn't looking as bad as it could either. Once Joe had enough of the weather updates he put on New Moon. "New guilty pleasure?" You chuckle at Joe who seemed to now be invested in this soon to be Vampire/Werewolf love triangle. "Just watch the movie." Joe mutters.

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By the third movie, the storm was full force and Joe was very uneasy. He kept checking his phone watching the weather radar, biting his nails and bouncing his leg up and down. You were thinking of a way to ease his anxiety when all a sudden you guys heard loud boom outside and the lights immediately shut off. "What the fuck was that!?" Joe says freaking out. "It was probably an electrical transformer, we're fine I promise. It just means we won't have electricity for a while." You say turning the flashlight on your phone on and going to get the flashlights and lanterns, Joe following you. You guys get everything and make your way back to the couch placing down the lanterns and flashlights around the room.

"You okay?" You ask Joe softly looking at his worried face. "I guess." He sighs as we hear the howls of the wind and rains clashing against the windows. "We're fine, promise." You hug him giving him a kiss on his neck, Joe hugging you back tightly.

"Okay let's entertain ourselves, I brought over card games & board games." You clap your hands getting up from the couch grabbing a flashlight going into Joe's room where your stuff was placed and bringing out the games. "I gots us, regular playing cards, Uno, trouble, monopoly & this one is special just for you." You hand Joe a box which he seems confused by until he realizes what is it. "Flying Dutchman's treasure hunt... from SpongeBob? Where the hell did you get this?!" He says shocked. "Target had it, pretty pricey by the way I think it's meant to be more of a collectors item but I thought we could play it once and you can have it for your love of cartoons." You smile sitting on the floor placing the games down.

"This is awesome, thank you." Joe smiles giving you a sweet peck on the lips before he sits down across from you on the floor excited about his new board game. It was things like this you loved most about Joe, he was always so appreciative of things not matter how big or small and you could put a smile on his face with the silliest things. "I don't know how to play yet, but I'm kicking your butt." Joe says making you laugh. "It's on Burrow." You laugh seeing how quickly he gets competitive with you and just about anyone he knew.

************************** "What type of bird is that!? That looks nothing like a bird!" You scoff at Joe. It was later in the night now, storm was still hitting pretty hard and you two laid on his floor doing shadow puppets on the ceiling like the goofiest people you knew. "It's a hawk!" Joe says failing miserably at his shadow puppets. "Wait stick up your finger like that." You say holding your finger up and Joe does it in the light. "E.T...Phone...Home..." You mimic the iconic movie line making you laugh seeing Joe's skinny long finger on the wall. Joe sucks on his teeth annoyed that you hit him with that joke.

"Ha, Ha...so funny." Joe rolls his eyes as you still laugh. "Hey, it's not my fault your built like an alien from the 80s." You shrug. "Well you haven't complained about these alien fingers in bed." Joe clapped back. "Look at you getting feisty!" You giggle as Joe leans over kisses you tenderly. You gently grab his face between your hands and kiss him back, softly at first but that quickly turned into a heavy make out session. His fingers slipping under your shirt and up to your lace bra. All of a sudden a loud noise outside startles you both, Joe immediately looking terrified. "Hey, you're fine. Promise." You smile at him and kiss him. "Can we move to the bedroom, I like it'd be safer." Joe breathes nervously as we hear thunder rumble outside and wind pick up. "Yeah, whatever you want." You smile and nod. You two move to the bedroom bringing in the flashlights and portable chargers and lay on the bed. "We still have signal." Joe says checking his phone. "I hope it stays that way." You mutter setting down one of the lanterns.

"How are you feeling?" You ask Joe sitting on his nicely made bed. "I'm alright." he shrugs laying next to you. You give him a smile and pull him towards you to finish what your started in the living room and take his mind off what was happening outside. Quickly you two undress each other and you end up straddling Joe taking in his perfectly sculpted body beneath you. His eyes doing the same taking in your naked body before kissing down your bare chest and sucking on your sensitive nipple. Letting out a moan you run your fingers through his hair as Joe firmly grips your asscheeks simultaneously.

"I need you." You whisper to Joe. With zero hesitation, Joe aligns himself at your dripping entrance and you slowly sink down on him. Perfectly gripping onto him. "Shit, you always feel so good around me baby." Joe whimpers as you moan and grip onto his headboard. Taking a second, you slowly start to move, rolling your hips up and down as you make eye contact with and smirk at Joe. You get a rhythm going, feeling him play with your breasts. Moans fill the room as the storm outside echoes outside. Hearing another loud noise and the sound of a car alarm in the distance, instead of Joe stopping out of worry he quickly flips you over, not pulling out of you and starts pounding into you. "Fuck! Don't stop." You moan as Joe spreads your legs and focuses on his rhythm. "So fucking good." Joe hisses before he attaches his lips to yours and his fingers find their way to your clit. Between the sounds of skin slapping together, moans, whimpers and whispering sweet nothings; you two forgot all about what was happening outside.

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The next morning you woke up all sweaty. With a naked sweaty Joe sleeping, arms and legs draping over you you looked around the room hearing his snores with his face in the crook of your neck. It was completely silent outside and you wondered what time it was. Reaching over for your phone it was 7:04AM. "Joe...Joe, baby wake up." You shake him awake before he wakes up suddenly out of a panic. "What?! Are we getting flooded!?" He wakes up looking around with sleep still on his face which made you giggle. "No, the storm is over and we're on the second floor." You snort brushing his wet hair out of his face. "How bad is it?" He asks getting off you. "Don't know, I've been stuck under 200 pounds of man." You joke making Joe roll his eyes.

You two get up from the bed and you make your way to his shower. Thankfully the water was still on. "We have water, I'm gonna take a quick shower." You say and Joe nods. You both take a nice cool shower in order to cool down with the Louisiana humidity and heat starting seep through early in the morning. As Joe showers, you open the blinds and see a random chair in his balcony that was not there yesterday and a bunch of debris and leaves. You gasped looking at the semi flooded parking lot and a tree that was on the floor and on a car across the street. There was a few students already outside picking stuff up and checking stuff out. "And you were judging me for being nervous." Joe mutters kissing your cheek as he stands behind you looking at everything. "I just didn't want you to have an anxiety attack mister." You roll your eyes at him. You give him a quick peck and then he fetches his phone out of his pocket, someone was calling him.

"Hello?" Joe answers. You were surprised there was signal and decided to text Ella to see if her, Sprinkles and Beth were okay. "Yeah, where at? I can try my best I don't know how the roads are looking. Half my street is flooded." Joe says and you raise an eyebrow at him wondering what he was talking about. Ella texts back saying that there's really bad Joe hangs up and lets out a breath. "Guys are getting together to help out with cleaning around campus and some of the neighborhoods." Joe says. "Let's do it." You shrug. "I mean, you can stay here-- and have you walking in flooded waters not knowing there could be an electric wire there and have LSU's QB get fried like a french fry? Yeah, no. I'll put on my rain boots." You kiss his cheek. "Know it all." He rolls his eyes following you inside. "C'mon, now is where the real hurricane party starts where we get to rebuild our community!" You smile cheerfully. "We're still going to finish those Twilight movies by the way!" Joe says after you.

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A/N: Hope everyone being affected by this hurricane stays safe! Thought a little Joe fic would maybe ease the anxiety of it all 🖤

#joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow smut #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fic #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow one shot #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow angst

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thefearandwonder · 6 months

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Truth

An old friend of mine has retreated into social isolation, which I could have taken personally. But we've been through a lot together in our lives and I refuse to take anything he does personally. Have to give grace if you want to get it.

He said he wants to get away from the self so influenced by other people and find his center. I think that's a great idea. I'd like to do it myself, but it's a scary thought; even when I'm alone, I'm not truly alone. I reach out to people, I meet new people in virtual spaces, I write stories with others, and always look for social stimulation.

How much of me is 'me'? But, is 'me' something worth defining?

Because for a long time, I've seen myself as a hollow shell battered around by the world, filled up with its energies, emptied, charged up, wrung out, and again and again. I don't like to see myself, because myself is a dragon, a towering egomaniac, a striving and suffering lunatic who hurts herself with the intensity of her ambitions.

The only thing chasing ambition has ever gotten me is pain; I slam into walls and doors, and the faster I'm running, the harder the impact. The smarter I'm being, the further into trouble I get.

My forays into the jungle of American civilization are never productive. They start out hopeful, then end in mutual misery.

You know, I was driving through San Francisco at night last week. I saw billboards advertising not just AI, but digital solutions for AI-generated-image-detection services. Anti-AI. In a sea of lights and concrete, I saw a targeted advertisement as I sat in rush-hour traffic, telling me that I could literally 'find truth' with a product.

And earlier that day, I'd been walking through Yosemite, where the ravens flew by the dozens like bands of kings, with their hooked beaks and proud eyes, their manes of spiky feathers on their chest -- they looked at me and I looked at them. We saw each other, and there was truth there.

And the people who call themselves 'realists' will tell me of the meaninglessness of that experience, that the creature is somehow beneath me, and my deranged mind is deriving meaning from nothing.

Or, if my interpretation of the raven's symbol pleases their vanity, they will feed me scraps and lift me up like a treasured Bug a la some Jack London-esque short story and make me their favorite poet-propagandist. I'll be their truth maker.

And I woke up this morning with the insulin catheter in my abdomen ripped free, something that's never happened before. It was 4 AM. I replaced it without making too much noise and went to write a poem about wanting to sleep that made me cry -- a poem I wish I could share here, but it's going into a collection I intend to publish and therefore in order to sell the rights to print it exclusively it cannot appear in other media.

Well, after writing that poem, and crying, I went back to bed and held my wife. We slept in each other's arms and that's the truth.

Then we were woken up by a call from an unemployment benefits adjudicator who asked very pointed questions about why I left my previous job, opened up old wounds around confusion, anxiety, discrimination, being targeted by malicious parents, and feeling unprotected by admin or HR.

I told my story (again). I told the truth. They, who agreed not to 'contest' unemployment benefits (I suppose that means not filing an appeal for the approval decision) will also tell their truth. But they did not tell me the whole truth when I made the agreement to resign in grace rather than work somewhere I was made to feel so unwelcome. They kept many truths to themselves.

So what is the truth. The truth is that more and more I feel like a gasping animal caught in a net of buzzing light that Just

Won't

Stop

My truth, the thing I know inside me so true and deep, is that when I die, I will hear the sound of wind in trees. It will get louder and louder, until it overtakes me. It will transport me. It is the holiest sound I know. It sounds like the sea. It sounds like the hushings of a loving Universe.

It sounds like the Moon waking me with her light, to kiss me on the brow, and guide me back to sleep, to let me know I am safe and small. Truth.

#truth #religion #reality #forgiveness #nature #hope #kindness #lies #my truth #anthropology

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The Golden Sun Disc of Mu Talon Abraxas

Held by ropes of pure gold in a shrine in the greatest Temple of Divine Light of the Motherland of Mu was the gigantic Golden Disc of the Sun. Before it, on an altar, which was a pillar carved out of solid stone, there blazed the eternal white Light of the crystalline Maxin Flame, the Divine Limitless Light of Creation. About 30,000 B.C. the Maxin Light went out on the Altar because of the evil of some of the priest-scientists of Great Mu. The Sun Disc remained in its shrine, however, until the time of the final destruction and submergence of 10-12,000 B.C.

As we said before, this Disc was not merely used as an object of adoration, nor was it the symbolic representation of our Solar Sun. It was also a scientific instrument, and the secret of its power came originally out of the dim past in the time of the Elder Race. In part, it was an object of adoration because it served in ritualistic temple services as a focus or point of concentration for those meditating. It also served as a symbolic representation of the Great Central, or Cosmic Sun, which, in turn, symbolizes the Creator. As a scientific instrument it was used in connection with a complex system of mirrors of pure gold, reflectors and lenses to produce healing in the bodies of those who were inside the Temple of Light. Indeed, that is why it was called Temple of Divine Light. Besides all these functions, the Sun Disc was a focal point for concentration of a dimensional quality. When the Disc was struck by a priest-scientist, who understood its operation, it would set certain vibratory conditions which could even bring about great earthquakes and, if continued long enough, might bring about a change in the rotation of the Earth itself. When attuned to a person’s particular frequency pattern it could transport this person wherever he wished to go merely by the mental picture he created. It was, therefore, an object of transportation.

The Golden Sun Disc of Mu was not made of ordinary gold, but was transmuted gold, and unusual in its qualities in that it was a translucent metal similar, evidently, to the “metal you can almost look through” of the UFOs.

Lord Muru brought this Disc with him when he journeyed to Lake Titicaca, and it was placed in a subterranean temple at the Monastery of the Brotherhood of the Seven Rays. Here, it was used not only by the students of life daily, but also by the Masters and Saints from the Mystery Schools throughout the world so that they might be teleported back and forth to sit in Council or to partake of some Transmission Ceremony.

When the Incas came to Peru, and come they did, for they were not native Quechua Indians, but came from a land across the Pacific, they established a highly spiritual society on top of the ruins of the great culture that had belonged to the Colonial Empire of Lemuria. The High Priests of the Sun of Tawantinsuyo–the name of the Inca Empire–built their Coricancha or Temple of the Sun exactly on top of an older structure dating from very remote times. From ancient records in their homeland across the Pacific they learned of the Golden Sun Disc of Mu and they knew it had been removed from the doomed continent and taken to a new land where Lord Muru had founded an Inner Retreat or Sanctuary.

Once in Peru, the Incan High Priests searched long for the Disc but were never able to locate it. However, when they had reached the place on the Spiritual Pathway where they could use the Disc to the benefit of all their people–the native, indigenous tribes they had amalgamated into an empire–as it had been used on Mu, then it was presented to them for their daily use in their Temple of the Sun at Cuzco.

The Inca Emperor at the time was a Divine Mystic or Saint, and he made a pilgrimage to the Monastery at Lake Titicaca, and there Aramu-Muru, as Spiritual Head or Abbot of the Brotherhood, gave the Disc to the Emperor. Several Brothers from the lake were directed to journey with him to the capital of the empire, Cuzco. Here the Disc was placed in a shrine that had been prepared for it, and it was secured with golden ropes as it had been held in ancient Lemuria. Even today, the holes through which these ropes passed can be seen at the Convent of Santo Domingo in Cuzco which is built on top of the Pre-Inca and Inca Sun Temple.

The Incas called their Temple of the Sun Coricancha, which means Place of Gold or Garden of Gold. This was because of the magnificent, solid gold, life-sized figures of men, animals, plants and flowers that were placed in a real Garden of Gold adjacent to the Sun Temple. But the priest-scientists called the Temple Amarucancha. On some of the stones at Santo Domingo today you can still see carved serpents (amarus) and that is the reason, they say, that some knew the Temple as Amarucancha, or, Place of the Serpents. However, that is not the real reason. Amaru is a form of Aramu, which is one of the names of Lord Maru. There are large snakes in the Andes which are still called amarus. Lord Maru’s name concerns a snake because his title is similar to that of another world teacher, Quetzalcoatl, the Plumed Serpent of the Aztec Empire in Mexico. Therefore, the Temple of the Sun at Cuzco was named for Aramu-Muru, head of the Monastery at Lake Titicaca, for it was he who enabled them to have, at last, the Golden Disc in their Sun Temple. Within this greater Temple there were smaller temples or shrines dedicated to the Moon, the Twelve Planets (Stars), and to the Seven Rays.

The Brotherhood of the Seven Rays became the leading force in the spiritual life of the Incas, and they learned the use of the Disc from ancient records left by the wise Pre-Incas who were Lemurian colonists. The Disc remained in the Coricancha at Cuzco until word reached the priests that Don Francisco Pizarro had landed in Peru. Knowing full well what was going to take place, sorrowfully they removed the Disc from the Cuzco shrine and returned it to its place in the subterranean temple at the Monastery. The Spanish conquerors never saw it.

On January 21, 1956, Beloved Archangel Michael of the Sun gave an address at His Retreat at Banff, in the Canadian Rockies. The following is an excerpt:

Many of the Temples used on Atlantis and Lemuria have been raised into the etheric realms. Some day they will be lowered again when man is spiritually ready to receive them. It has happened that one or more of the precious stones used in the construction of these Temples have been put in the hands of a High Priest or Head of a Spiritual Order where they form a connection with the Celestial Hierarchy. There are several dozens of the stones from My own Temple in the possession of individuals at various points on the Earth’s surface today…

The Golden Sun Disc of Mu is one of the precious stones referred to by Lord Michael. And it was put in the hands of the Head of the Brotherhood of the Seven Rays, Aramu-Muru. The Disc will remain at Lake Titicaca until that day ‘when man is spiritually ready’ to receive it and to use it once again. On that day the Golden Disc will be taken out of its subterranean chamber and placed high above the Monastery of the Brotherhood. For many miles the pilgrims of the New Dawn will see it once again reflecting the glorious rays of the Sun. Coming from it will be an undeniable tone of purest harmony that will bring many followers of light up the foot-worn path to the ancient gate of the Brotherhood of the Seven Rays, and they shall enter the Valley of the Blue Moon for fellowship in the Father.

Excerpt from Secret Of The Andes

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bonesandthebees · 1 year

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new file added to au’s I will probably never write but are fun to rotate in the brain microwave:

qsmp pacific rim au

instead of kaiju, you have alien creatures that shift and warp their giant forms and sometimes look like literal binary code to people although no one can agree quite on what one looks like. they just know it when they see it. and you also have the federation running the jaeger program with our good ol friend cucurucho overseeing it all

ft. pilot pairings like

Jaiden and Roier who have always been a great duo until the son they've been coparenting was critically injured in a recent attack

Forever struggling to find someone he’s drift compatible with until a French pilot named Baghera gets transferred to the base

Charlie and Mariana who were a great pilot team until their daughter Juanaflippa was killed in a binary entity attack on the base itself, and the two both went off the rails the next time they tried piloting. long story short they both freaked out and accidentally took out a support beam, killing Tilin and a few other workers. it was deemed to be partly a glitch through the drift system and not entirely their fault, but they were both banned from piloting for the forseeable future

Quackity and Luzu were supposed to be a pilot duo, but Luzu went missing before they could ever get in the jaeger and hasn't been seen in months. Then Quackity's child Tílin was killed unintentionally by Charlie and Mariana's breakdown, and since then he's been deemed too unstable to pilot. Somehow Wilbur, a random computer tech who isn't trained to be a pilot, is the only person they've found that's also drift compatible with Quackity. But again, Quackity isn't allowed to pilot atm, and Wilbur has no interest in getting in the giant robot death machine. He has a daughter to take care of after all.

Phil has been a pilot longer than most and at the moment is piloting with Missa, who is much newer to piloting

Tazercraft are a very well-renowned pilot duo worldwide largely because of how high their drift compatibility is

but there's not just pilots! (also this is getting long so gonna put this under the cut)

cellbit is a biologist that studies the entities, but after he gets transferred to the base he starts getting suspicious of what's going on 'upstairs' with the federation itself

baghera is the only pilot in the french group. the rest of the guys are the engineers for her jaeger

felps, who was a biologist alongside cellbit, also went missing shortly after arriving on the base. people think both he and luzu are deserters but cellbit keeps insisting felps wouldn't just leave like that

maxo is a software engineer who is supposed to focus on the jaeger drift system but he also keeps dabbling with an AI he built himself in secret

bad is kind of like HR/social services for the base, and therefore it's kind of his job to babysit everyone's kids if they're busy with other stuff and will also usher them to a safe room during any attacks

foolish and vegetta are both jaeger engineers who met on the base and very quickly fell for each other. they're like the romcom portion of the whole thing

fit is a geologist trying to figure out where the fuck the entities are coming from

and of course there's the kids

there were a lot of kids made orphans by the initial attacks on major cities. there's an 'educational' program the federation has set up to allow a few kids orphaned through these attacks to live at the shatterdome and learn the ins and outs of jaegers when they're young as unofficial prep for the jaeger academy

because of this many people on the base did not intend to adopt kids they just kind of. bonded and eventually took them in.

for bobby, jaiden and roier were already copilots so when jaiden started bonding with this kid she met in the shatterdome roier soon followed thanks to the drift sharing

juanaflippa thought charlie and mariana were the coolest pilot team around and she just kept following them until charlie was like "is it unethical to teach a child how to shoot a gun? Idc I'm gonna do it anyway" and that sealed the bond

juanaflippa and trump both died in the same entity attack on the shatterdome

phil had wilbur long before the first entity attacks ever started, but during his time at the shatterdome phil quickly took a liking to chayanne and put in a request to adopt him. once he and missa start piloting together, missa gets parental feelings for chayanne seeing him through phil's memories and the two just unintentionally become coparents

part of why wilbur refuses to be a pilot is because he grew up with his dad as a pilot and knows how terrifying it is as a kid. he also never intended on having a kid at least until the entities were defeated because who would want to bring a kid into a world like that, but then he met a shy orphan girl at the shatterdome named tallulah and he was a goner.

people are very surprised when they learn bad and dapper are not biologically related. the two act exactly alike but no, dapper was an orphan bad ended up getting really really close to

when the shatterdome was still trying to find luzu quackity felt very listless since he didn't have a copilot and couldn't do anything. he ended up spending time with tilin, although he was always hesitant to label himself as a father. when tilin died though he was heartbroken

baghera is a more recent transfer to the shatterdome and stumbles across pomme on her first day. the little girl says one thing in french and baghera is like "oh my god she's mine" while the rest of her engineering crew are like "who is this random child why are you carrying her" (but they all end up warming up to her pretty quickly)

okay this ended up being way longer than I meant it to be god why is pacific rim so fun to rotate in the brain microwave

#au ramblings #qsmp #qsmp pacific rim au

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middlechild404 · 1 year

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Coming home- Part 1

Summary: you come home after a work trip and see something you didn’t want to see

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I couldn't believe that I was finally home. It felt like a weight was lifted off of me as I got out of the Uber and made my way up the driveway. After many months of work for both of us and our non-cooperative work schedule, I finally managed to get some time off work so we could have some time for ourselves. Whenever I tell my friends about our hectic schedule, they are baffled at how we are still a healthy married couple. I always give them the same reason- love.

I wouldn't say that love was the only factor. Commitment played a significant role in our crazy lives. Most of the time, we were on different ends of the world as we were both peaking in our careers. It wasn't easy being married to a famous rapper, but I guess he feels the same way about me.

As a war correspondent who spends most of her time in third-world countries where phone service was a luxury, it sure didn't help our communication. Yet, I've never heard him complain about my work unless it was for safety reasons. Therefore, we have gone out of our way and kicked the time difference aside just to see each other's smiles on our exhausted bodies.

But as a married couple, we need time together. That's why I left Syria to surprise him. However, I'm sure he had already heard the engine when the Uber made its way into our driveway.

I couldn't help the smile that was plastered on my face as I fiddled with my keys to unlock the front door. To my surprise, the door was already unlocked. As I stepped into our house, I hadn't realized how much I missed the familiar scent of our home.

My voice echoed through the house as I called out his name “Jack”. To my dismay, there was no response. Yet, I heard a few muffled noises upstairs. I began to take cautious steps toward the stairs in case it was a burglar. As I tiptoed on our hardwood floors, I managed to stumble on something. Looking down I found a pair of Louboutin heels. A pair of Louboutin heels that didn't belong to me. A wave of anxiety engulfed me as my thoughts went to the worst place. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Those words kept repeating in my head as I made my way to the stairs.

As I took my 1st step I remembered when he took me on our first date at the studio as he serenaded me with a new song he had exclusively made for me. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 2nd step I remembered the first time he told me he loved me as we watched the sunset together on the roof of his house. Instead of watching the sunset, he kept his gaze on me with a smile, and not long after those words tumbled out of his mouth. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 3rd step I remembered the time he introduced me to his family. He told them loud and clear that he had found the one, making Maggie give me a big hug and welcome me to the family. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 4th step I remembered the time when I had been so sick that I had canceled our date. He ended up showing up at my apartment at 8 pm with soup and ibuprofen. He stayed all night with me to monitor my fever and kept pestering me about drinking water. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 5th step I remembered how he would send me flowers to my apartment because I once mentioned that I preferred the fresh air of the country over the one in the city. To this, he was adamant about having flowers ready at my front door, just so I could get a waft of fresh air as I stepped out of my apartment. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 6th step I remembered the time we spoke about our dreams and how our future endeavors wouldn't mean anything if we didn't have each other. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 7th step I came in contact with the wedding photo that hung on the wall. Our smiles met my eyes. I tried to convince myself that we were happy. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 8th step I remembered how he proposed to me right before I had to leave for my first overseas job. He wanted to seize the moment in front of our friends and family. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 9th step I remembered his birthday as we were all surrounded by our loved ones. We all cheerfully sang to him. At the end of our chanting, he didn't blow out his candle telling everyone that he had gotten everything he had ever wished for, as his eyes connected with mine and his grip tightened around my waist. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 10th step I remembered our talk last month about having kids. He wanted us to expand our family. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

I had finally reached the hallway upstairs but my feet came to a stop due to the dreadful feeling in my stomach. I forced myself to drag my feet toward the noise from down the hall. I was kind of relieved when I figured that the muffled sound came from the guest bedroom and not our room. My feet moved quicker now, yet I couldn't bring myself to open the door. I grabbed the handle and slowly turned it as I slightly pushed the door. My eyes connected with the bed. Then, the two people that were in the bed.

My breath hitched at the sight. The slight relief that I had gotten was now completely gone, replaced by an awful feeling. I quickly turned and made my way toward the stairs....

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I'm so excited to post my first fic!!! Hope you like it loviiieess❤️

Stay tuned for what's next. What do you think she saw in that bed?🫢

You'll find out in part 2!!

#jack harlow #reading #my writing #fanfic #jack harlow fic #fan fic reading

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archiveikemen · 1 year

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Harrison Gray Main Story: Preview

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

My sin is — wait, what was it?

On the night I went on my first mission as a fairytale writer, the air around me smelled like mint when he put a gun to my head.

Harrison: That’s right. You were lied to.

Harrison: I could kill you right this instant if I want to.

Kate: Why…

Harrison: “Why”? We’ve only just met a few hours ago. What made you think you could trust me?

Harrison: I could’ve used you as a decoy, or a human shield. And at this very moment—

Harrison: A bullet might get shot right through your skull. Did any of that ever cross your mind even once?

Harrison: Kate.

Harrison: That's the kind of evil world you walked into.

— Harrison Gray. A man full of lies and carried the curse of a fox.

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Harrison: I can tell whether a person is lying, just by looking into their eyes. This is the special ability my curse gave me.

All while laughing and acting aloof from the world, he lied to me over and over again.

He was unkind and had an unreadable personality. And yet—

…

The one person who held his hand out to me when I was about to be consumed by darkness was…

Harrison: I’m sure many people would be saved by that sentiment, even though it sounded more like lip service to me.

Harrison: Also… there's nothing wrong with what you’re feeling right now.

Harrison: Kate, your feelings are a part of you. No one has the right to invalidate them.

Kate: My feelings are… a part of me?

Harrison: Yes, and you should never let anyone trample on them. You must protect them well.

…

When I was cornered by a group of men and had to draw a gun, the first person to come to me was…

Harrison: … You look like you’re about to cry. Come on, can you stand?

Kate: I can… stand…

Harrison: Liar. Remember I said that you can never lie to me?

Kate: Did you… come looking for me?

Harrison: Nope. I just happened to find you.

Harrison: I’m here by chance, but—

Harrison: I’m glad you didn't pull “this”. And it wasn't for yourself, but to protect others…

The man protected me and accepted me for who I am was—

(It was you, Harrison.)

…

However, I never realized the “biggest lie” you continued to keep to yourself.

William: What would you do if… I told you that I’m going to execute Harrison for being a traitor?

…

Harrison: I know I’ve told you countless lies, but I genuinely mean what I’m about to say.

Harrison: The two of us are from different worlds.

Harrison: Therefore, please… stop trying to step into mine.

(You kept me from losing myself. That’s why I want to do the same for you… I’ll never leave you alone.)

Harrison: … Why do you look like you want to cry?

Harrison: Why have you never once doubted me…?

Harrison: Don’t you think that I’m lying, deceiving, and trying to lure everyone into a trap?

Kate: Harry, I—

Kate: I believe your lies.

Kate: Let me believe in your lies.

Harrison: …

…

What was that one cold and hard truth that was hidden behind those lies?

Harrison: With you by my side, I can walk in the darkness for the rest of my life. Because… you’re my sunshine.

I still long for you till this day.

This is where — the jet black darkness and rays of the sun come together.

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Things I dont understand on dwtwt

Chris and Jodie killed the show… But did they? Disney+ decided to sink a bunch of money into it and its now expanding and becoming a Whoniverse.

If this was any other show people would be talking about how well it must have done for studios like Disney and the BBC wanting to pour more money into it and expand the universe. Studios don’t put money into dead properties. Half the time they wont put money into a show that is critically well received so I don’t see why they would put money into a show that was ‘killed’. Do people not understand the definition of killed?

People are constantly talking about the lost of viewer numbers, usually in the over night viewing figures, never addressing the fact that the way we view content now vs 2018 is extremely different. There are so many more streaming services now then there were in 2018 and there has been a heavy shift to streaming because of the amount of content offered vs broadcast TV. And of course we also went through a global pandemic that had everyone locked in there homes moving even more people to streaming especially an older generation.

This meant, not only did people not have to watch the show when it aired because it was easier to catch up later, but people had access to more choice over all.

Next… when quoting the viewer numbers they also don’t discuss where Doctor Who sits in most watch show of the day/week/month, which is often similar to other series. All broadcast TV has had overnight viewership go down due to there being more choice since streaming took off. No one is saying other shows are dying because viewer figures are down because they aren’t, the landscape has just change and so the measure of success has changed.

Also comparing Doctor Who in 2022 when there is countless other content to watch vs 2008 when there may have been 5-10 channels is comparing apples to oranges. [side note: Someone noted there was definitely more then 10 channels in 2008, I’m in the land down under so our free to airs channels are/were 7, 9, 10, SBS and ABC, there was/is second versions of these channels who played the content a set amount of time after it air on the original channel. It would make since the UK had/has move channels then us as it’s a larger media landscape.]

The other thing I also hear a lot is that merchandise sales went down dramatically… I have never seen a source for this but if we take it on face value as a truth, could it be because again there was a GLOBAL PANDEMIC… a lot of countries went into recession, lots of people lost their employment and therefore their income, lots of people were dealing with being sick and death, and we have had massive world wide supply chain issues with everything and it wouldn’t be surprising if a lot of the merchandise is made in countries like China that just completely shut down. So the last 3 years we have gone through a major shift in income, priority and supply which is only stabilising now.

And the annoying thing is the numbers will change and these same people will be like “oh yay the show was saved” not acknowledging we are no longer in the height of a global pandemic, employment has gotten better with places reopening and so earning disposable income and the fact that they are sinking way way way more money into Doctor Who so if it didn’t do better that would actually be a problem because when you sink more money in you have to make more money back.

Chris, Jodie, 13, Yaz, Thasmin and even the stories, none of it killed the show, even if there are people who don’t like it. Most regular viewers are probably not thinking about it so deeply, or on Twitter discussing their feelings. They are having 45min-1hour of fun with the Doc and her friends.

Anyway dwtwt is super confusing.

If you got to the end of reading this thanks for coming to my Doctor Who wasn’t killed Ted Talk 😂

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #thirteen x yaz #thasmin #13th doctor #dwtwt

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