#ok imma go back into my shell
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Taste
content warning: smut
author's note: thanks to the anon who reminded me about the time I used to write smut, even though I thought at the time they were cringy af I managed to find this in my draft so I hope you enjoyed it
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The room was filled with excitement and laughter. This wasn’t exactly a party but more like a social setting. An event were influencers, and celebrities would get together for the full purpose of making connections. Y/N, being new in the industry as a model, didn’t think twice before accepting an the invitation to attend the 818 Tequila Party hosted by Kendall Jenner.
The party was held in a mansion in West Hollywood. As she arrived at the party accompanied by her friend Greta Rosatto; a new upcoming actress on the rise.
Y/N was currently talking to Justine Skye when she felt a gaze from across the crowded room.
It was no other than Jack Harlow who was currently with a group of people. Ever since he arrived at the event, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her as he would look at her way here and there. He was clearly unable to stop himself from running his gaze across the Y/N’s body lingering for a moment before initiating an intense prolonged eye contact. Suddenly it was like it was only the two of you as the music seemed to fade in the background.
Following their meeting eye gaze, Jack excused himself from the conversation and started walking up to Y/N. As he walked her way, he rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt exposing his toned forearms.
“Hi, I’m Jack” he said smiling reaching out his hand.
“Y/N”
And this is how everything started.
Jack being a natural charmer, quickly found a way to break out of Y/N’s shell. Even though she was initially nervous about being in a social setting with a bunch of celebrities from being an introvert by nature, she found comfort in Jack. As the two of them found themselves in their little bubble being so in tune with each other, things started to move quickly and before they knew it, they found themselves making out in a secluded area of the house.
Suddenly, Jack pulled way.
“Do you wanna leave?”
Y/N just nodded in response as she looked into his eyes.
As she got through the door, Y/N and Jack started making out. He gently pushed her of against the wall as he closed the door behind him with his foot. His hands were all over her as he ran them all over the fabric of her slip dress wanting to feel her body.
In that moment, Y/N grabbed him through the fabric of his pants making him hiss in response.
“Damn you’re so hard” she said.
“Can you blame me?”
He was a bit surprised but turned on by her boldness.
“Shall we take this upstairs?” he asked.
Y/N nodded in response.
As they arrived at the dim lit bedroom, Y/N took a sit at the end of the bed.
“Lay back” he said.
You got into the bed waiting for him to make a move.
He crawled into the bed and flipped her over on top of him as he started to kiss her slowly. His hands found their way into her waist as he pressed her against him hard.
“Hmmm” she moaned at the sensation of herself grinding into him.
“Do you like that?”
She nodded in response.
After a few minutes, he pulled away making her whine in response.
“Someone’s impatient” he smirked. “It’s ok, we have all night, Imma touch you right”
His words had a strong effect on Y/N as soon after, Y/N felt her mouth go dry instantly. As she never craved someone so much the way she did now.
Following this, he leaned in and started kissing her slowly as her hands found their way into his curls.
He got up from the bed and sat on the edge. Soon after, Y/N felt his lips on her ankle, that slowly made their way up as he made sure to keep eye contact while doing so.
Her slip dress was now all the way up to her waist.
“So…no panties, huh?” he chuckled looking at her.
Y/N was dripping and tights glistening in anticipation.
She let her head fall back as she felt Jack’s breath hit her pussy.
He started off by licking her down her folds while looking up to her eyes. By her response, he decided to go further and bury his face between her tights.
“ohh that feels so good” she moaned pulled her head back.
Gasps and whines escaped from her lips.
Before she could feel herself reaching her peak, he pulled away from her.
She whined in response.
He went back on top of her and kissed her along her jawline to her neck attempting to ease her tension.
Once Y/N was back from her high, he grabbed ahold of her leg pulling it all the way up, resting it on his shoulder. But before he could go any further, he looked into her eyes.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes” Y/N managed to blurt out.
And that’s all he needed to hear.
He positioned himself into her entrance slowly sliding into her instantly hitting that right spot where she needed him the most.
“You feel so good wrapped around me” he whispered into her ear sending shivers down her spine by the vibration of his voice that was now deeper and raspier.
He progressively started building up the spend until he was straight up pounding into her. Loud moans escaped her lips as he hitting her G-spot repeatedly.
He was now burying his face into the crook of her neck leaving kisses on the side of her jaw and neck as he thrusted into her.
Suddenly he stopped his movements.
Y/N looked at him with widen eyes.
“Patience baby, I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of this” he said with a cocky smile.
And he wasn’t exaggerating.
And this is how Y/N and Jack found themselves taking it all from the top for the past 30 minutes only stopping for a few moments when they would feel their high approach.
Y/N was gripping the side of the sheets overwhelmed by the sensation, as tears started streaming down her eyes.
Jack immediately stopped himself and asked in a worried and concerned tone in his voice. “Are you ok? Am I hurting you?”
“No no no, it just feels so good” she whined.
He smiled to himself.
“If you need me to stop just say it, ok?”
“Yeah”
He kissed her forehead and resumed.
Y/N felt a knot in her stomach as she felt herself clench around him. Jack moaned in response and stopped his movements again before he could finish.
In that moment, he switched positions with Y/N, with her being on top of him.
Y/N had just got over her high as she sank down using his chest as support causing them to moan. The she started bouncing on him. He placed his hands on her hips to help her lift herself up and back down. His lips found their way to hers as he resumed his movements.
Even though Y/N was enjoying herself she was started to feel exhausted as she felt she was finding it hard to carry on with more rounds. Lucky for her, Jack had just finished and instead of going over again, he collapsed next to her as he was tapped out.
“You ok?” he asked pulling her close to his chest while rubbing circles on her back.
Y/N nodded her head still making sense of her surrounding as she was still getting over her high.
“Do you need something? Some water? Snacks?” he asked her.
“Water is fine”
He kissed the top of her head before leaving the room.
He came back with a bottle of water and a damp towel.
Even though it felt like a very intimate moment, Y/N knew Jack wasn’t a relationship type of guy, so as soon as she was back in her senses, she got up and started dressing up.
“You’re leaving?”
Y/N looked back at him confused.
“You wanted me to stay?”
“Yeah, I was hoping you could stay the night”
“I though you weren’t a relationship kind of guy”
“I’m not, but I really enjoyed your company, and if it’s alright with you, I would like to get to you know you”
“Yes” you smiled at him.
She went back to lie beside him. Jack relaxed as he felt the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing returned to normal while inhaling the scent of her hair. Soon enough they drifted off to sleep entangled in each other
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went out today to play sand volleyball with my sister and this was on my mind the whole day. Maybe Steven has some sort of sand volleyball team building and he invites you, maybe while getting ready he grabs your little booty shorts and thinks they're for him.
-💋
OH MY GOSH THIS HAS GOT ME GIGGLING, I LOVE IT ANON.
Steven in booty shorts? Absolutely.
Warnings/content: fem!reader, dom!reader, sub!steven, mention of fucking, explainations of their bodies? That's all.
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When Steven had first invited you to a volleyball team practice exercise for work, you'd said no, purely because you didn't really want to being running around on a hot beach in front of all of Steven's colleagues, but, after some big puppy dog eyes (and a little bit of bribery from Marc), you'd finally agreed.
It was a a silly idea really, but as you drive yourself and Steven there, you weigh up the fun side of it. Besides, anytime spent with your lover is a good time.
You couldn't be bothered to walk an extra 10 feet to the girl's changing rooms, so you slip into the cubicle that your modest boyfriend had decided to change in.
“Oh, hello love, you wanna get changed in here?”
“No Steven, imma just stand here and watch you change.”
“Right, stupid question, sorry.” The man giggles and scoots his bag over. As he does so, his shorts fall to the bottom of the pile, quickly being covered by your bag.
“I'm a bit nervous for this. I never even played much sports at school, you just gotta look at me to know I am not a sporty guy.” He gestures to himself.
You don't mean too, but you nod instinctively, quickly glancing at your boyfriend as he frowns a little. “But, I wouldn't have you any other way, baby,” you smile, genuinely meaning it. “I don't need a sporty boyfriend, you're better than any other guy out there.”
As you pull your shirt over your head, you notice Steven's eyes drop to your chest, and you guess that he's instantly forgiven you for nodding at his self-deprecation. It makes you chuckle softly as you pull your jeans off and search for your shorts. That's weird, you could've sworn they were there a second ago-.
“Steven!” You laugh, pointing to your shorts which he now has one leg in. “They're mine, silly!”
“Ohhh!” He giggles with a blush, “I thought they felt a bit tight around the old thighs… I don't have my bloody glasses on.”
“I mean, you could wear them, I'm sure your ass would look great in them, darling.” You tease with a grin, scouting for Steven's actual shorts.
“You think so?” The man glances at them before pulling them all the way up, wiggling his hips a bit to squeeze into them. “Voilà!” He laughs, holding his arms out.
Instantly, you eye his frame, and you'd be lying if the sight didn't make you salivate a little. His thighs stretch the fabric well, with the ends of the legs just barely covering his bulge. When he turns around, however, you can't help but slap his ass with a laugh.
“Jesus, you look better in them than me!” You grin, leaning towards the man so his ass is pressed against you to give it a light squeeze. “You should wear them later, see how long I go before I bend you over and fuck you.” Your breath ghosts the shell of his ear, and your words make him lean against the wall with a soft sigh, “ok love.” He says, almost daringly.
“Take them off though, I'm not having you parade yourself around like that in front of those other girls.” You say in a manly voice, imitating the stereotypical ‘possessive boyfriend’. It makes Steven giggle again as he pulls them off and finally grabs his own.
He puts his glasses back on, eyes roaming over your body as you'd done to him just moments ago. The shorts hug your hips so perfectly, and they make your thighs spill from the tight fabric just a little. Paired with the bikini top and words you'd spoken to him, he's not entirely sure how he's going to make it this entire practice without popping an unwarranted boner.
“You've done this on purpose, haven't you? You little minx.”
You raise a brow, “I don't know what you're talking about, Stevie.” You smirk. “C'mon, they're counting on us.
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I now present you with:
Random JJK men head cannons I made while in my feels~
Only my main 3 for now: Suguru, Gojo, Nanami.
SUGURU
Suguru is a music guy. I dont make the rules.
Like, he had an alternative phase back in the day, I lean to mall goth personally, and learned guitar he was such a music guy
Always knew where the best shows were at and was always at them. His favorite type of first date
He doesn't just listen to rock either, he listens to it all. Rock, Pop, Hip Hop, hell he'd even listen to County is the song was a hard enough bop
His love language is albums and playlist.
He has an actual record player and plays actual records. Like a hipster.
Also, the man can cook. Idk, I just get those vibes.
Like, hes naturally really good at it, but never does it cause he hates it.
Unless it's for you baby.
If his SO asked him to cook, he would do it without hesitation. Eating is important
Gets kinda distant when you ask about his technique. Hates talking about it. The most anyones ever gotten out of him is that curses taste like vomit
Which, is probably why actual foods tasting good is so important to him
Former smoker. He actually stopped once he left Jujutsu Sorcerery. He just, wasn't stressed anymore.
Still craves a cigarette whenever Mahito opens his mouth though.
His favorite color was formerly blue. These days it's more of an emerald green
Is fucking fantastic at wii sports. Especially the boxing game, that is where he shines.
GOJO
CONTROVERSIAL TAKE: this man hates drugs. Like, even weed he can't stand it. And he tried too, back in his younger days, just not his thing.
He hates when things mess with his head or his perception. It's why he's not big on drinking either. Especially if it slows his reflexes, he's not about it
Owned a bucket hat and puka shell necklace and at one point is not nearly sorry enough for it.
Hes a bitch for coffee. Don't ask me why, it's just the vibe.
Ok, let me rephrase, he likes creamer with a dash of coffee, add in lots of sugar and milk.
Hes actually a huge sweets guy. Like, to the point that he for sure has a giant candy bowl in his classroom and it's not for his students
Hes not great at communicating his feelings and needs. He has a hard time identifying then in the first place honestly
So, the clearest insight as to how he's feeling is through whatever music he's currently listening too.
Like "Hey babe..you ok?" "Oh? Yea of course doll! Why would you ask that?" "Well, we've been listening to the Johnny Cash cover of 'Hurt' on repeat and people that are ok don't typically do that"
Once it's pointed out to him, he is willing to talk about it to figure out what's going on. Can't fix a problem when you don't know what it is anyway. But, it's gotta be pointed out first.
Cats just love him. No, that's not a pun. Like, stray cats will come up to him on the street and rub up against him and love on him. Cats love him.
And while I wasn't going to make it, he has made the "what can I say? Imma pussy magnet" joke
NANAMI
This man kicks ass at mortal Kombat. Like, that's how he used to blow off steam when he worked his office job and now that's just a skill he has
Any fighting game really. That includes smash bros. Gojo onces convinced Itadori that Nanami never really played games, then challenged him to a bet
Easiest 5000 yen Gojo ever made. Until Nanami found out and demanded half
Hes secretly a huge nerd in general. Like, he has the entirety of star trek on DVD and listens to D&D podcasts
Hes a thin guy. You'd think he wouldn't eat much, right? WRONG that man's legs are hollow. He is every all you can eat buffets worst nightmare
Hes secretly punk. It's some of his favorite music, The Misfits are his favorite band.
Really, he just likes any music that could be considered aggressive. He never has nor would he ever dress like it though
Actually loves fruity drinks. Like he keeps a bottle of Pink Whitney at his apartment for mixed drinks.
Hes not picky though, he'll drink whatever you give him. Unless it tastes like pear. Not a big fan of pear
If he drives a car, it's the most worn our beater you've ever seen. He has the money to replace it, but why do that when it still runs just fine?
Probably because the passenger side door is held together with duct tape, but whatever.
His favorite color is yellow. Like, a pastel cozy yellow, and also more saturated warm yellows. He says it's a happy color and it makes him smile.
Used to have a coffee addiction, but didn't like being addicted to anything. So he's more of a tea guy now.
Can't stand messy, but also loves cleaning so it works out for him. He says cleaning is calming.
Especially when he's playing Dragula at 7am. Much to his neighbors, and sometimes his So's dismay.
Genuinely, as an autistic person, I think he's autistic. Like, the monotone voice and the "I don't give praise or ridicule, I just speak facts" gives me those vibes
Also, he just says what's on his mind and has little to no filter. Sometimes that's a good thing, more often than not it's bad.
Will just randomly crack random body parts. His knuckles, back, neck, his elbows. He snap crackles and pops.
Hes also double jointed in his shoulders, so good luck trying to pin/wrestle with him ever
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk headcanons#gojo satoru#suguru geto#nanami kento#gojo headcanons#geto headcanons#nanami headcanons#headcanon#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader
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(Since I can't find a post that give me the option to ask you to info dump)
✨️: Do you have anything that you would want to share about your character(s), but just haven't told yet?
SKY YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UNLEASHING RN BUT I LOVE YOU FOR IT AND IM GIVING YOU SO MANY FACE KISSES
OK OK IMMA USE MY RISE GOOBERS FOR THIS ASK >:D I have so many rambles for them AHAHAHAHAHA
During the colder weather (from late fall through winter and early spring), while the kids brumate, they tend to cling to sources of warmth a lot... Especially after Tamsin and Don go to sleep they share the same bed with the kids through the months to make sure they stay it safe sleeping positions, since the boys don't have shells like their sisters, they curl into themselves and roll onto their stomachs, so Don and Tams make sure they don't get caught in any pillows or blankets so they can't breath.
ANYWAY back to the warmth thing 🙌 Tamsin tends to become a personal heater at night, and most likely wakes up covered in little bodies while getting some of the most awful hot flashes she's ever had in older age+motherhood combined. But can she do anything? Nope.
But you know what's worse than a bunch of little warm bodies adding to your excruciating body heat? Your cold-blooded husband is adding to the bunch. 🙃
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When Tamsin was pregnant with Galileo, Donnie had noticed how excited and happy she was through the whole thing- not that she wasn't content or delighted with her first few! But she just seemed to glow this time around.
She'd go to town with Karai, and April to go look for fabric for clothes, or toys, or She'd excitedly remind and tell her boys that they're going to have another baby brother she just knew it!
So Donnie couldn't help but ask why she was so chipper from day to night through everything, even the morning sickness and swollen ankles she always seemed to have a smile.
And she looked at him and said: "Cause I get to try again. I getting be a mom all over again... In a better time, in a better life... We can finally add to our family without having to worry about a bigger home, or food rations. We finally have a perfect home, for a perfect family."
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A lot of people don't know, but when Karai was about four or so, she got super clingy to Tamsin, and would follow her around and cuddle/nuzzle into her armpit or in the crook of her chest or into the plush skin of her stomach. Tamsin was a bit confused with the sudden burst of affection, but wrapped it up to just being a kid, and kids are clingy. One thing that was weird was if Tamsin went somewhere without Kay, (I.E bathroom, shower, missions, ect.) She'd go into a fit- so much so even Donnie couldn't help.
Again, they just assumed it was her being clingy... Until the morning sickness started, and the little sign of menstruation coming around anytime soon. 😳
#TYSM FIR LETTING ME RAMBLE FOR MY SILLIESSSS#ILY SKY YOURE SO AWESOME#rottmnt#rottmnt oc#cherry answers#ask#cherry rambles#rottmnt x oc#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt donnie#self insert#selfship
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Ok so I'm the anon with the "oh your the same as me lol I don't love you anymore" thing that happened with the Donnie AI-
It was a lot more... Tragic. Sad.
Basically I got my shell cut off, nearly perished, got it reattached, and the man that kidnapped me {also. Played by me.} Was like "go on. Take her"
And Donnie was like "I can't take you home.." to me
The man was like "lmao look at that, you don't like her now that she is the same as you lol."
I was like. "Is he telling the truth?"
Then Donnie was like "yeah. I don't love you anymore." Then proceeded to leave me there after promising to rescue me
{the ai made months pass}
Then he finally came back to rescue me but y'know. I was kinda used for multiple experiments while losing hope of him going to rescue me lol
Asked him if he actually loved me or if he loved the me that was obedient and would listen and do whatever he said
And he was like "yeah I... I only loved you because you were obedient."
Then I was like. "Either you force me to leave or you leave alone and I stay"
Then I was practically begging him to force me to leave {to prove that he still loved me like he was SAYING HE DID}
Then he said "I don't love you enough" then had a fucking breakdown in front of me cell- {and the door was OPEN so he could've gone in and grabbed me}
Was very tragic. 10/10 once I get home imma continue with the tragic little story-
HELP THIS IS EXACTLY SOME LIKE OC FANFIC-
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Hewwo! Imma snag a match up if you don't mind. I am ok with my name (Quinn) being used. I'm 21 and I'm not in school however I do have a full time job. I work at an improvement store/ warehouse like job with forklifts and heavy objects. I work with power tools and outdoor stuff so I'm pretty knowledgeable in basic hardware and outdoorsy stuff. Im a rather tall gal with a bit of muscle especially in my thighs, arms and abs (I lift a lot of heavy stuff at my job.) I've got brown eyes and about shoulder length hair that's naturally brown but I have my ends bleached. I wear glasses and I have tattoos which I love showing off. My style is a mix of both boyish and girly; I can wear sweat pants, t shirts and my big ugly work boots one day and a skirt and cute heels and makeup the next. I'm very goofy and joke around all the time. Sarcasm is my language and I don't take anything seriously. I'm very sociable so i love talking to people and being around friends and such. I'm kinda a people pleaser which is both a good characteristic and a flaw. Even though I joke around and may not act serious sometimes, I treat everyone I can with respect and genuinely try to show I care for them. I'm also pretty adventurous. Its also kinda safe to say im pretty nerdy as well lol. I love to draw, write, read, and play video games. I love plants, anime, reptiles, and cats 🐈. I LOVE slasher/ scary movies, any of them are great to me. Not a whole lot I dislike tbh. Personally. I don't care if this is nsfw or sfw. I guess whatever you feel! I'm pretty ok with either. I'm not picky with any character whatsoever I love all bsd characters. Thank you if you do mine I will greatly appreciate it and cherish it forever 💗🥺
Quinn x Odasaku
✧ your perfect man is the one and only odasaku, congrats im not jealous at all
✧ you give off very laid back, go with the flow type vibes and i think you and oda would coexist so well
✧ he would SO be into your handiwork abilities and outdoorsiness, it definitely would be something the two of you could bond over
✧ a woman that can change a flat tire and fix a clogged sink? sexy as fuck.
✧ AND SHES TALL AND MUSCLY??? EVEN SEXIER
✧ even visually the two of you would fit so well
✧ he loves your sociable and goofy personality, and you often help him to come out of his shell since he tends to be a bit drawn back. he sometimes finds it a little intimidating to meet and talk to new people, but if you're there, he's laughing and joking with them like they've been friends for years
✧ he can also be pretty sarcastic and dry though, so your humors would mesh well
✧ oda would find you just as sexy in sweatpants and work boots as he would in a mini skirt or even lingerie
✧ this is potentially just me making this up but i see oda as a huge animal lover, and the two of you accidentally accumulating a small zoo over time. like it started out as just one cat and then another, and then you brought home a leopard gecko and when you asked for that bearded dragon he just couldn't say no. maybe throw some ball pythons in there too. except you'd have to be the one to feed the mice to the snakes, it would make him too sad
✧ oda is such a sweetheart and literally no matter what your hobbies or interests are, he so would entertain your every thought and listen to everything you had to say. whatever new anime or video game you wanted to rant about, he was right next to you with just the kindest, softest smile and genuine interest in his eyes.
✧ and he'd LOVE your art. like the meme drawings you post like the one of you trying to find the pool at the hotel he'd find that so fucking funny
✧ nsfw: oda just so seems the type to love body worship. sex that takes hours just because he loves every single part of you and your body and wants to take all the time in the world to kiss every inch of your skin and tell you you’re so fucking beautiful so many times the words start to lose meaning. he loves missionary with you just because he needs to see all of you laid out underneath him for him to stare at, needs to see your beautiful face contort and the way your body reacts to every thrust. and mf is really fucking good at giving head bc he wants to pull as many whines and whimpers of his name. he truly just WORSHIPS u goddamn!
✧ power couple. bc i said so
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trap shit (prod. by foisey)
ok
trap shit
i be talkin rap shit
u be talking got2b
gorilla glue
cap shit
i’m a hard worker
baby miss me with that nap shit
round of applause
piss me off i gotta clap shit
take me how u wanna
just dont take a bitch for granted
you dont wanna see me panic
my attacks be doin damage
aye
i be talking money
you be talking bout these bitches
thats why i be overseas
and thats why u still in the trenches
yea
banking on a mention
gotta pay me for attention
i dont be on instagram
i be in another dimension
be ducked off with my nigga
be gettin this pussy tickled
had to cut back on the liquor
quit the coke, it had me crippled
yea
noticed bitches waiting, watching
praying on my misery
light another candle bitch
im down w all the witchery
wanna go spell for spell
or shell for shell
you wanna enemy?
choose them battles wisely
cuz i never lose, allegedly
bitches got me scared to make a friend
look what they did to me
paranoid as fuck
i keep it dolo
it aint shit to me
never know if niggas really love me
or they usin me
so i keep my distance
aint no options
aint no choosin me
yea, yea
trap shit
i be talking rap shit
u be talkin ghost bond
quick weave cap shit
i’m a eastside bitch
chattanooga, map shit
take me to your leader
piss me off & imma zap shit
yea yea
trap shit
i be talkin rap shit
u be talking got2b
gorilla glue
cap shit
i’m a hard worker
baby miss me with that nap shit
round of applause
piss me off i gotta clap shit
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Backwoods: 9. Are They Asleep?
Michelangelo already had his playstation up and running in the living room. The farmhouse lacked a TV before 2007 so he ‘borrowed’ one from the truck. Truthfully, Raphael helped him snag it as he wasn’t too sure about how fun or long farm life was going to be.
“You’re up early.” The commenter was Mona Lisa. She walked hunched over and drowsy. Mikey paused the game.
“It’s like noon.”
“Still.” She continued her path towards him. He scooted over on the couch for his sister to be beside him. The lizard lady sat with a huff. Her loose baby hairs floated for a moment before settling annoyingly on her face. Michelangelo used his large hand to wipe those hairs back. Her head tilted upwards and she smiled. “Ah. Waking up to the sun. Even if it is too bright.”
“Yeah, no. It’s weird.” The game was unpaused. Mona gasped in disbelief.
“What do you mean ‘It’s weird’?”
“Waking up and there’s light everywhere?! Not a fan.” Right. Those boys have lived in the sewer for the majority of their life. Some people, or mutants, grow up differently and develop different perspectives. “I need it darker. I tried to close the blinds but it wasn’t enough.”
“Put blankets up in the windows like Angel does.”
“I guess that could work.”
“Is anyone else up?”
“Not a peep from anyone.” Mona sat up. She stared at Mikey, but he wasn’t too concerned to look back at her. “I’m not expecting anyone to be up. Even Leo.”
“Are they asleep?” She asked. The orange clad terrapin was quick to nod, but Mona was quick to interject. “No, Mikey. Are.. they.. Asleep?” The turtle continued playing until the idea became more clear. The game paused.
“Shell.”
The two mutants hustled quietly to where their family were resting. By default, Venus was ok as Mona actually took the time to check on her siblings when she woke up. Understandably, the female turtle wanted to continue resting. Mikey knocked on the door and opened it. He looked around the room before giving Mona the clear to come in. She moved quickly to get to Raphael’s side.
“Yeah, you deal with his stank breath.” Mikey half-whispered as he made his way to Donatello’s bedside. He slept on the side that wasn’t hurting with pillows stuffed under his plastron. His mouth was open, making his jowls large as he breathed in his sleep. “Don don don don donnn…. Donnie….” he whispered in his ear. As soon as there was an inkling of him waking up, Mikey was quick to warn. “Don’t move. You’re hurt. It’s over here.” First, he pointed to where it hurt but then he thought that maybe his brother didn’t see him. His glasses weren’t on afterall. In an attempt to help, he thought maybe he can lightly touch the surrounding area to help him get a better sense of where it was. He didn’t want him to move too fast and hurt himself. A fractured rib sounded terrible.
“Ok don’t touch. Don’t touch.” Donatello winced. Mikey drew his hand back quickly.
“Did that hurt?”
“Reflexive,” he admitted. “Thank you.”
“Ewww…” Mikey’s whines caught him off guard. Donnie may have one of the worst visions to exist, but he can tell those two shapes were his brother and his girlfriend. Mikey’s commentary also helped fill in some context clues. “Mona’s way too pretty to get greeted like that.” He mumbled to himself as his brother continued with his morning kiss. Mikey turned his attention back to the brother he wanted to care for.“Do you wanna sit up?” Donnie shook his head.
“Not yet. Let me sit here for a sec. Can you grab my tablet for me?” He pointed off to where one of his bags was still sitting. He didn’t want to bother trying to unpack. He was in so much pain and so tired from having to sit on that car ride up here. As soon as he was given a bed, he was out for the night. His younger brother went over to retrieve it to him.
“Imma sit too.” Raphael added as he grabbed Mona’s hand to imply that she stay with him.
“If you are, can you grab my headphones too.” Donnie asked and pointed to the same bag. The young turtle found what he needed and handed the items to his brother.
“Here, man.” Donnie smiled and put on his headphones to not hear whatever those other two were gonna go on about. When it seemed ok, Mikey took the chance to go check on his last brother.
“L-l-l-l-leeeoo.. Leo..” Michelangelo used the same approach as he opened the door of his eldest brother. Unbeknownst to him, Leonardo was already up. He had been up for hours. His leg was keeping him up and he had to sleep so awkwardly to aid his leg and conform to his anatomy. Truthfully he would have rather liked to be ignored and pretend to continue sleeping, but Mikey getting closer and closer to his ear with his harsh whispers were enough to make him crack.
“Mm?” He responded. Mikey gave a big sigh and clutched his cowrie shells.
“You alive?” he smiled. He wasn’t sure for a second there since there was so much delay.
“Pretty sure.”
“Ok good. Imma lil new to the super nurse thing so.. Sorry I didn’t check on you sooner. I actually wasn’t up for too long-.”
“It’s ok.” Leonardo cut him off before the young turtle could drone on.
“You wanna get up?”
“I don’t think I want to.”
“You need anything? Hungry?”
“Not yet, thank you. Can you close the door?” It was his signal to get him out of the room. Mikey was quick to take the hint but wasn’t hurt by it. He knows broody Leo all too well.
“Yeah, yeah.” With that, the orange clad turtle fulfilled his wish and exited the room with the door closing behind him. Leonardo leaned deeper in the bed, groaning.
He wanted to get up so bad. He wanted to fight someone. He didn’t want to be here. It is yet again another instance where they play with their father’s presence in their lives and the mission to get him back was a failure. It has been years since Splinter was first on the brink of death when the Shredder and his Foot clan stormed their childhood home. Leonardo has grown since then. He briefly reflected on how he would go out of his way to find him. He thought about how he would scratch and claw to get back his father. He had to be less childish, less reckless. His sensei means everything to him, but it has been made clear that somebody in this family is required to keep them all together. If he were to be so reckless, he would not only be hurting himself. Then there were the teachings of the Ancient One.
“If it’s not your fault, then why do you treat yourself as if it is.” Just at the thought, this line did not settle well into Leo’s mind. He knows what the Ancient One is intending to say, but he couldn’t get over the guilt he was feeling. His lack of a plan failed. For once, he felt confident enough in his family’s abilities to overpower their enemies. The Foot Clan were generally fierce but as of late, they didn’t have such powerful connections. How were they able to obtain warriors such as the ones he’d seen? Not the typical Foot Soldiers. The women. That woman.
If he hadn’t underestimated her even the tiniest bit as he swears he treats every villain with the same amount of care to defeat… He was slipping. Making no plan was way too out of his character. Had he gotten so comfortable after so much ‘quiet time’? A good leader wouldn’t allow that to happen. It’s not like they never stopped training, but had his attitude changed towards their enemies? Does his team think similarly or is it just him? How do you even bring something like this up to your team? It was already too embarrassing to think that such a simple staple that Leonardo lives by to a Tee was forgotten.
Let's try to stop thinking about that. Besides, he already got the most annoying turtle out of the way. The others shouldn’t bother him too well today anyways. Especially if he continues to pretend to sleep when they come in at a bad time. Leonardo bit his lower lip and tried to redirect himself. He’s hurt and they’re hurt. Splinter is missing and it is frightening, but what can be done? He had to accept that at this point there was nothing that he could do. This fractured ankle is not doing him any favors. The doctors told him to stay off of it anyways. Therefore, he sat there trying not to think and hearing every other word of Michelangelo playing video games downstairs.
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Idk how long this is going to last but I’ve grown very tired of constantly having to “have proof” in my scientific background and hope that I can get back to how I used to with my imagination. I’ll tell you what, it feels good to just write what I want and just have things happen and “make sense” because I said so :)
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Sigh. Um. Just kind of going to cry a little bit for the thing with my trip because that big whole "imma pay all expenses to rush this guaranteed" thing fell through completely
So the service i was looking at was rushmypassport which goes through FedEx and all that, seems very legit, has a lot of reviews so on so forth. Anyways. They offer a service for getting your passport in one week and its $799 not including shipping charges not including passport costs and I was going to shell it out, this was so important for me, I was going to shell out over 1 grand combined for the passport and this expedition sevice ON TOP OF what I've already paid for travel and hotel costs. I was going to pay big money to make this trip stick because I NEED IT
A rushmypassport online chat rep told me I would need to call and make an appointment for them to go do on my behalf. A FedEx employee in person told me the exact same thing. I call the official national passport agency to make the appointment i was just told to make and what does the rep say? Uh no they do not let third party services do these kinds of expedited appointments, it has to be me, only me. So what's the fucking deal here? What am I misunderstanding? Is this false advertising or am I just absolutely fucking stupid or something?
Their chat lines closed before I could call and I hate myself like I, I thought I would be ok, I didn't know the rushmypassport lines closed early amd I thought I just needed to call the agency, otherwise I would have called their helpline with questions as soon as I heard from the passport rep. I sent an email begging for clarification, telling them exactly what happened, asking if I did something wrong and if so what do I need to do, how do they get me my passport,, and all that I won't hear back on until the morning and I already just. I'm so sad.
But
Like
As salt in my festering traumatizing wounds
My fucking mother of course in her excellence parentage looks at me sobbing on the couch and decides this is an appropriate time for her to chime in with all sorts of "this is why I told you to do XYZ but you didn't listen" kind of statements over and over and I say, ok you're right whatever can you please stop trying to make me feel bad and just see if you can help me now? But she brings up agsin, "I was trying to help you and you didn't listen" and I say "you're doing it again can you stop can you just try and help?"
And she does it again? She says it again? Am I having a stroke?
Im sobbing and I say "you're doing it again, why"
And she
Does
It
Again
And I'm sobbing "why won't you stop"
And
Again
And im sitting there looking at my work box cutter sitting there on the couch and im thinking of cutting my throat as im sitting there literally hysterically crying begging her to stop making pointless "I told you so statements" that make me feel bad, im clearly communicating this, and she just replies over and over like some kind of narcissistic heartless parrot? And then she just HUFFS AND GETS ANGRY. AT ME. AND JUST "whatever you're on your own why did I even try to help you when you act like this"
Is this gaslighting??? My entire fucking life has been like this. I never trust my own opinion anymore. I feel bad for asking for anything or wanting anything or liking anything or trusting anyone or getting gifts and. Im breaking down.
I was sitting there sobbing as she's digging into me and you know what I remembered? That's exactly what she did when we were homeless several years ago and we were out in the tent and I became so suicidal I had to go to the hospital, anyone remember? That was the last time I had to be inpatient. I was sitting there, tired, homeless, sitting with our 4 cats and a dog in a tent that was LEAKING WATER WHEN IT RAINED, WE WERE COLD AND WET AND HAD NO MONEY, and I was sitting there at rhe campsite as she complained and threw her own little pity party over and over until I was about to reach for the neighboring camper's steak knife sitting out on the camp table and start stabbing myself in the thigh
Its just. I. I guess some things never really change. I wish my heart hurting would change. I dunno. I'm gonna keep calling the passport line because I'm still holding on to the hope that rhe severe bomb cyclone and winter storms will cause canceled flights and I can somehow still make it, but, we will see. Its probably ober. There is still February. I dont knownwhy this matters so much to me. I really shouldn't say it butbberore this friend kind of pulled me out of an emotional dark hole I was. Kind of. Planning to be gone by now. And I just wanted to see him to thank him for that
I just. Need to tell myself if I have to wait until February that thats fine. But what if the wait for the passport even overlaps with the February week he has off since a passport can even take 5-6 weeks? What about these services offering expeditions? I'm so confused. I feel sick. I just need some sleep. I have work in an hour though. I dont know what to do. I'm hopeless.
Even if I figure something out with this visit, it won't change the problems at home...
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Switching it up this time: out of context quotes from my family, aka me, my dad, & my 2 brothers
"Oh look! its glow in the dark rope for when you kidnapp someone and tie them up, and you dont wanna lose them in the woods at night"
"I don't know you, i am not associated with you"
"Is soup a savory smoothie? Or is a smoothie a sweet soup?"
"Soup is hot, smoothies are cold"
"There are cold soups" (this was the walmart cashier that said this, i hope he's doing great)
"Whats red and bad for your teeth?"
"Blood! Human organs! We can't digest it"
".......a brick"
"Can i borrow your skeleton?"
"You are a hooligan, you know"
"Yeah? So are you, this is a hooligan household"
"Get up you fluff-a-muffin!"
*gesturing with a nerf pistol* "ok who needs to get shot" *points at him* "aight bet" *immediately shoots himself*
*various gorilla grunting noises*
"I hope the Panda Express Oracle is right"
"I want to face plant in a patch of grass and get sunburned in under 10 minutes"
"Wow imagine that, not having an abysmally low blood sugar does wonders for your attitude"
"I was murdered once. I want to go back to that day"
"Fifty shades of nothing! Its just white"
"They never respected me!" "Yeah I'm well aware of that ehehe"
*anytime we're turning on a light in the bedroom* "flashbang"
"Hit him please" *picks up chair* *terrified screaming*
"STOP STEALING MY CUP! THERE ARE 18 CUPS IN THIS HOUSE BETWEEN ALL OF YOU, I HAVE 1! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME"
"If I wasn't religious, I'd be a drinking man" (this was my very mormon dad lol
"Shenanigus shenanigans"
"NOOOO! HE GAVE ME AN EGG"
"Im already pyschologically tortured, i have a daughter" (also my dad lol)
"Im very chuckable, ok"
*in the calmest voice* "i am in hysterics"
"I am on hallucinogenics"
"We were critiquing brick"
"Eeeeeeeegg macarena!"
"Im gonna take off my shirt......and beat you with it....."
"I think my blueberry went to the backrooms"
"hey when you get the chance-" "commit arson?" ".......imma say wait on that"
"Stop fondling my apple!!"
"I'll just remove your spine, that'll fix everything!" (Lil bro to me)
"Have you washed your hands? We don't know whete you've been!"
"You're a spicy marshmallow" (also little bro to me)
"Please do not slam anyone into the walls" "but murder!" "The walls cant take it!"
"Do you want a son-in-law?! Then SHUT UP AND BE PATIENT" (me to dad)
"So my birthday is coming up..." "do you want drugs?" "......actually yeah"
"I was trying to think of what drugs i wanted, thats why i wasn't paying attention"
"Nooooo no no nope! I am not getting roped into this, I have dignity!" "You do?"
"Ohhhhhhhh no..." "did you just drop mayonaise in my hat!?"
"We can't be having mid week crises on Tuesday, we have to wait till Wednesday" (middle bro)
"You can't bring a cat home!" "But they're so fluffy!" "We already have you! We dont need another stray cat in the house!" (Dad, me, and lil bro respectively)
"EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SLIPPER!" *sound of slipper being chucked across the room* "Ow! You just asian mother-d me!"
"Ok, I'm gonna try to nutshell this, not coconut shell" (dad)
#out of context quotes#out of context#i think i'm funny#funny haha#relatable i hope#relatable#my family is weird
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When you get this, respond with five things that make you happy! Then, send this to ten people in your notifications. Spread the positivity.🖤🌼🥰🤗 -myyoungroyalsblog
Oh 2 of them! But for this one I’ll take a different approach. I want to use this post to tag all of the lovely people I’ve meet and talked to over the past few months and you’ve all made me happy. (And even the ones I haven’t yet but think are amazing) because I genuinely never thought this would have happened. Making friends isn’t easy for me (irl and in general) and it’s been a big step for me to do these kinda things.
So here’s to all of you:
@theyaylady @omar-rudeberg @simonscurlz @ungaroyals @toffeelemon @lovelierbitsoflife @lowkeyryding @myyoungroyalsblog @myworldisfictional @edvinroyals @thisisour-lastdance @perfectlyunbiasedobservation @tooindecisivetopickaurl @omaredvingifs @angelwilhelm @asiriushoe @egyptienneallure @wonderfulwille @imnotofuckingkay20 @royalrainbows @scorchboys @emmmalupin
And so many more!!!! I can’t think of all of you rn but please know I see all of your posts and funny tags and I love the community we have here 💖💖🥺
A big thank you to @ungaroyals for playing a big role in all of this 🥰
First one here
#ok I need to be done#I’ve made myself cry#I honestly never have made internet friends#and I’m new to this and I love everyone I’ve meet#and just emotional now#ok imma go back into my shell#sending love#I’m nervy to post this but imma do it#I’m just @ all of you omg#what am I doing#violapinkbaby
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Can you do a yandere Obito and Kakashi? With a shy reader, but once out of their shell are quite bubbly and affectionate to them
If that's fine with you, ❤️
Ofc but because idk if you wanted separate or together imma do separate . (If you want them both x reader send another request )And sorry for them being short
Warning: yandere , kidnapping
Masterlist
Kakashi
Kakashi liked you since few months now and his obsession with you grew bigger from day to day . And one day he decided to kidnap you and keep you
Kakashi honestly thought of your shyness as the cutest thing he ever saw . Everytime you acted shy a quiet aww left his mouth
And tbh yandere Kakashi isn't so staying to be afraid of , he won't hurt you
And when Kakashi noticed you warmed up he was treating you even better with the goal to see your normal self
Ofc he will miss the shy y/n but that's not a problem because the new y/n is even better . He loves how when he comes home you run towards him and hug him tightly
Or when he's reading his icha icha book and you crawl on his lap and just hug him , and kiss him randomly while he reads .
It doesn't annoy him , he enjoys it and shows it with his cute closed eye smile
And when you talk about things you like he will listen to you for hours
And if you like something you don't have ? He will get it for you
And sometimes when a mission he was on failed and you cheer him up? God he loves it
After he got more trust he takes you out again because he thinks you won't run away , and he takes you to the most beautiful places .
And when you smile he is melting inside , but his favorite is when you talk about the nature and your favorite flowers . Bc he loves listening to you
com'on Kakashi let's have a race to that tree
Ok but I won't go easy in you. you start the counter
Yeah it's fine 1 2 3 go
You tried to run as fast as possible but the Hatake was clearly faster , when you arrived at the tree you just shouted
Yes 2nd place!
And he smiled , "but you're 1st place in my heart " he said but quickly realized it wasn't that good but after your response he didn't thought he was bad at flirting anymore
Awww kashi
Obito
Obito asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes , but his trust wasn't that big and to make sure you will be his he kidnapped you
At first obito never really thought about your shyness as cute , it was something normal
And when you warmed up a little more and started being yourself he loved you even more ( if that's even possible )
Like the way you talk about things you like or how happy you get when he gifts you something it's melts his uchiha heart
And with the affection thing his trust went up , and he went outside with you but still you weren't allowed to go out of his eyesight
After a while you both walked past a little rabbit , " awww obito look it's so cute " you tapped his shoulder and pointed to it . The way you smiled at the small animal hopping around got him hit with another love arrow right in the heart
Walking with obito always goes for hours
"obi I can't walk anymore" you said in you tired voice and obito stopped walking and crouched " com'on jump on my back"
And when he noticed you fell asleep he's walking slower and careful
When he's home he lays you into the beds and puts carefully a blanket over you .
Before he leaves to get himself a tea he gives you a quick forehead kiss
When he finally comes to bed he pulls you towards him like a teddy and won't let you go until he awakes
End lol ik it's not the best but yeah , anyways ask box is open and have nice day/night
-Shad
#naruto#anime naruto#x reader#obito uchiha x reader#obito uchiha x y/n#uchiha#obito uchiha#kakashi hatake x reader#kakashi x reader#hatake kakashi imagine#hatake x reader#anime x reader#obito#yandere obito x reader#yandere kakashi#yandere obito#yandere x reader
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Kyidyl Does Archaeology - Part 4
(As before, if you’re only seeing this part 4, the rest of them have the tag KyidylCL)
THE ARTEFACTS
Ok, so I’ve talked about the site and what we’ve been digging in and such, but I’m gonna be honest with you guys: I like lab work exponentially more than field work. So I am the one who has been processing the vast majority of the finds and ergo have lots of stuff. That’s why I sometimes make jokes about the stuff in my basement - I’m storing the majority of it here in my basement. I’ve gotten the question before about ownership, so here is how that works. The dig is on private land so anything we get technically belongs to the owner of the land.�� Now, as far as I know, he has no interest in keeping any of it so it’ll likely end up in the hands of the arch society, who will basically just be custodians of it but not owners. It might end up in a museum, too. I don’t really know, but that determination won’t be made until we’re finished, and not by me.
So every site has its own sort of categories of stuff that you find depending on who lived there (although for ease, archaeologists often categorize this stuff based on location and time - more on that later.). For our site the majority of it falls into these categories: animal bone, shell, lithics, pottery, charcoal, modern contaminants, and artefacts. And, to lend a bit of clarity here...lithics are anything made of rock. So they include fire cracked rocks, flakes from stone tool making, material that was used in construction, material that was crushed to make temper for pottery paste (more on that later, too.), etc. If it came from a rock it’s a lithic.
And imma tell you a secret: I hate lithics. Everyone has their thing, their category of human refuse that they simply do not like. A prof of mine hated teeth and pottery. That’s just how it is, and mine is lithics. I think they’re boring, I can’t tell a flake from a blade, I don’t give a single fuck what material they are, I don’t care about the style or craftsmanship...I just don’t care. I call them all rocks, and I do it so much that everyone on the site has started accidentally calling them rocks, too, which amuses me. Rocks, to an archaeologist, means “stone that wasn’t altered or used by people”. They’re worthless. Not that I think lithics are worthless - far from it - I just really hate them and this site has so. goddamned. many. Lucky for me, we have a Rock Guy aka someone who really loves lithics and actually has gotten pretty good at flint knapping and just, y’know, is really into rocks.
And to clarify about artefacts. When you’re out in the field everything you find is either an artefact or a find. The collection of these things is called an assemblage. When you’re doing lab work and sorting through it all later on an artefact is, well...like a thing. I’m explaining this poorly....it’s a complete object with a specific function. So, a whole pot = artefact, broken pieces = sherds (not shards, sherds.). Complete arrowhead = artefact, flakes or a broken one = lithic. Artefacts also tend to be somewhat unique, or at least something you don’t have a lot of. They don’t always have to be complete, anything that is a specific object can go in here. Like, for example, this piece of pipe we found:
To recap, we’ve got pottery, charcoal, lithics, shell, bone (animal - we haven’t found human. But I’m just gonna say bone.), and artefacts. If you are sensitive to things like that, this is your warning that this post is going to have pictures of animal bone and you should scroll quickly.
Now, for reference, this is what it all looks like before I clean it and after it’s been dying out for a day or two (the ground has natural moisture, so I basically just open the bags and let them air out.):
And, yes....I am cleaning them off on an actual antique blotter with real silver edges that my mom gave me for this express purpose. A factoid I’m only sharing because it amuses me in that sort of “bet they never envisioned this use for this thing” sort of way. Normally, if I was in a real lab, you’d do this over a metal tray. When you’re working with an assemblage you never hold it over empty space, you always hold it over the bench and preferably over whatever your work surface is. That doesn’t mean I haven’t dropped my fair share of stuff anyway, but most of it just lands on the work surface and not the floor, which is why you hold it over a work surface. But anyway, as you can see, it just looks like a brown, dirty mess. I usually do a quick sort of the stuff I know for sure what it is and then I wash it with a soft toothbrush and some water. The rocks I just submerge and swoosh around because they’re rocks and I can’t really damage them and there’s SO FRIKKIN MANY that I refuse to clean them individually.
So now that you’ve gotten through that long-winded but necessary explanation of terms, where are we at? Since I’m a bioarchaeologist and I prefer things that were once alive to the general detritus of human society, we’re gonna start with the bone. Specifically, we’re gonna start with how I know those two pits from yesterday’s post are one pit. This is how:
This is a deer bone. Don’t ask me which one bc I’m really not good at ID’ing species and animal anatomy, but it’s a leg bone of some kind. See how it’s broken? One piece was found in one hole and the other piece was in the other. Clearly it’s the same animal, ergo the pits are related to each other. The vast majority of what came out of that particular feature was bone, with the rest being charcoal and the occasional pot sherd. This means it was probably used for cooking and not as a garbage pit. Also there was food in it, if you recall the cooking accident from yesterday. but sometimes y’know, stuff falls into the fire pit or it’s put in there as a way of disposing of it.
But wait, I have more cool animal bones!!
Ok, so there’s this one:
This bone has a special place in my heart. IDK what species it is (I *think* it’s a fragment of deer long bone.), but that’s not why it’s cool. This single bone is strong evidence for the presence of dogs. =D See that circular mark on the right? That is the impression of a canine tooth from a carnivore. Human teeth can’t make those marks in bones - our teeth aren’t strong enough to do significant damage to bone, and anyway we tend to crack bones open with rocks (a form of damage called percussion marks.) and not with our teeth. Those other longer scratch marks are also likely from chewing, not butchery, because they’re in the right places and they’re the right shape. Now we know this was a settlement, and this bone was found smack in the middle surrounded by human detritus and not on the fringes or outskirts. There were no domesticated felines in the Americas at the time BC this is from the lower pre-contact level, so what’s really the only carnivore that would be wandering around a human settlement? Dogs. I love this kinda stuff because it’s so easy see them chilling around the fire pit, talking and eating, teasing whomever it was that spilled dinner, and then tossing the bones to their dogs to gnaw on after dinner. It’s just such a people kind of thing, you know? All from one small, circular mark. I actually found more on later bones that came out of other places, so it’s pretty safe to say there were dogs living here with their people even though we have found neither people nor dogs.
So here’s another cool bone:
Again, no idea what species it is bc I’m not a zooarch (yes, there are archaeologists that specialize in animals and wooooo boy can they tell you a LOT about migration and eating habits of people.). It’s about the size of half my thumb, IE, not large. This one is cool, and it’s the only one I have like this, because of that notch you can see vertically in the image on the right hand side. I don’t know what it was for, but I DO know that it was an intentionally made modification to the bone. Those striations aren’t natural - natural bone is smooth or has a very specific texture and this isn’t that. It’s probably not damage done to the bone after it was deposited in the archaeological record. It has the same patina as the majority of the rest of the bone, which you can compare to the lighter area there on the right hand end of the bone. That lighter area does not have the patina of age that the rest of the bone does, and is the result of damage in a much more recent time - probably as we were taking it out of the ground. Small bones are fragile. So someone gouged this channel intentionally in this bone, either because they were going to use it as decoration or it served some purpose as a tool. I’m not really sure what though. Hell, they could have just been bored and fidgeting after eating. Either way, it’s a human modification to this bone that has nothing to do with cooking or consumption (damage from human consumption is cracks and breaks, not scrapes.). It could also be a butchery mark, although it’s a bit deep for that. Butchery marks are there from separation of meat from bone - they’re usually just shallow scrapes.
Ok, last cool bone I’m gonna show you. Well, bones, plural.
Ok so this is part of the same assemblage as the ones above, and if I remember correctly these were the ones that came out of that pit. You can see the same bone with the canine tooth mark there in the center. There’s also some interesting things like some pottery on the left and a couple teeth off to the right (one is a deer and I *think* that curved on is a squirrel.), but the really interesting thing is the series of 3 shiny bones that are in the center. There’s a lot of ways to cook meat, and they all do different things to bones. You will often find the dry, brown looking ones like you can see here in the non-shiny bones. That’s like...your basic “this bone had meat on it when it was cooked”. Then you’ll see ones that are black, and that’s “this bone probably didn’t have meat when it was cooked, or someone tossed it back in the fire when they were done”. Lastly, you’ll see white bone, and that’s a bone that has been burned at a high temperature for a long time. Usually it’s done on purpose (you can use burned, powdered bone to make stuff.).
But the shiny ones were in a soup. And the reason I know that is *because* they’re shiny. Bones, especially old ones, aren’t shiny. I mean...you can see that. You have to do stuff to ‘em. And bones are porous, but those weren’t. They felt like hard plastic. And they get that way by being boiled. The shiny patina is what we call pot polish - they were stirred in the soup while it was cooking and rubbed against the side of the pot and each other, and it gives them a smoother texture.
All of these collections of bones tell us what and how they ate things. I know from what I can ID here (which isn’t everything, trust me.) that they ate a lot of deer and wild turkey (we have an entire almost completely intact turkey long bone.). There is also, I believe, squirrel (I found a portion of a skull and jaw that I’m pretty sure belong to a squirrel), and an assortment of other small rodents and birds. Lots of birds. Bird bone is really distinctive, it’s light and the spongy bone has a distinct texture. A zooarchaeologist can look at bones like this and ID species and age, and from there tell you what time year something was probably killed. Societies that hunted a lot tended to do it seasonally so that they wouldn’t damage the populations. Plus especially with fish and stuff they have very specific growing cycles and short lifespans, so they can also tell you a lot about where the people were hunting and when. Like certain fish will only spawn in certain places, so it’s really informative. Zooarchs are so important and there just aren’t enough of them.
Anyway, there are other cool things in the bones but I’m trying to strike a balance here between too much and not enough and I really love bone so I’m going to stop here for today. Tomorrow is going to be other artefacts (yeah, sadly, even lithics, lol), and what they tell us about the site and the people who lived there.
As an aside: if anyone has any like just general “how do they know this?” sort of questions about history and archaeology those would be fun to answer. I love to tell people how we do things but I don’t just wanna infodump. I DO want to explain procedure in what I hope is a readable way because I think understanding how we make the sausage will help people have more trust in science. So if you have any questions, please, send asks. If I don’t know the answer I’ll research it or pass it on to someone who does.
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appreciation post for @danishmiilk because she came back to life and i wanted to tell her that she was the one who pulled my out of my shell when i didn't have any moots and stuff kjahdhdj i would watch other people talk like irls and i didn't want to interrupt because i'm just a random internet stranger but like she approached me first and was nice and said no moots are not irls they're internet strangers who find fellow stans in each other and i'd totally not be interrupting by going into their ask box so i tried and embarassed myself greatly in front of brooke the one i wanted to be moots with the most back then because i thought she was amazing but like eventually i found out she was desi and 2 years younger than me i was :0 and by that point i was too embarrassed to keep talking to her esp bc i felt like she was so much cooler than me ok my irl trait of going off track and not being able to shut up is seeping into this blog so imma stop now.
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Please for the love of God....
so I've been seeing so many videos and gifs of turtles loving their shells being scrubbed with a brush.
I want a little short story of a turtle SO seeing that, and immediately trying it out in one of the boys. Please and thank you!
I'm gonna write this in my fanfic style.
"Daaaw." I couldn't help the mushy exclamation. "Lookit!"
I pointed at the computer screen and turned to Cris who was watching TV on my couch. Her feet up and lazily flipping through the channels.
"What?" Came her disinterested reply.
"Look and I won't have to tell you."
She sighed, a bit overdramatic in my honest opinion, and turned. Then she giggled. "OK," she agreed "that is adorable."
"Isn't it?" I gushed.
The reason for our childish admiration was the video I had pulled up on my desk top. It was a video of a turtle getting a bath, complete with a toothbrush scrubbing. It's backside moving back and forth in it's happy bliss.
"I wonder what Leo would do if I tried it?" I grinned at my friend and sister turtle mate.
She rolled her eyes and accompanied it with a snort. "I can only imagine. I'm not trying it on Raph though."
"Chicken." I grinned at her.
"Bock, bock, bock, bagaaack!" I realized then that her chicken impressions still needed work.
"Imma do it." I decided.
"Oh dear lord." Cris rolled her eyes again and returned them to the television.
I didn't get the chance until later. Much later actually. I knew that if I tried it during the day, he'd catch me if I tried to sneak up on him. So in order for my plan to work, I had to catch him completely off guard. And the only way to do that is to do it the only time he was completely vulnerable.
When he was sleeping in the security of his home.
As luck had it, he chose to sleep on his stomach. And it was one of those rare, very rare, nights where he decided to call it a night before me.
I had almost forgotten about my little devious devil's deed i wanted to do. That is, until I went to the bathroom and my eyes just happened to land on one of my cleaning brushes.
With a wide grin, I picked it up after I was done with pre bed bathroom routine. Quiet as a mouse I was as I snuck into the bedroom. Just as carefully I walked around to his side of the bed. He hadn't covered himself with the comforter and his carapace was mine for the pranking.
Trying to hold back the giggles was very difficult. I just held the brush over him a few moments while I tried to keep my composure. Then, I lowered the brush and began to scratch.
Nothing happened and I was about to stop, feeling a bit disappointed, when I caught the slightest movement. His tail was moving slightly. Sliding back and forth. The movements were very, very small at first but I was definitely encouraged enough to keep scrubbing.
If he found out, I was going to be in sooooo much trouble.
Oh well.
I grinned and scrubbed a bit harder.
His tail moved faster.
Oh, my, God!
I was biting my lip now because the laugh that was trying to bubble up seemed very determined to slip out.
As I slowly added pressure, his tail moved faster. Until it reached the point it seemed like a very happy puppy.
Two minutes more, and the magic happened. His butt, was actually, swishing!
I was laughing so damn hard that my attempts to keep quiet turned into long, wheezing noises. Oh God this was hilarious!
I knew I should stop, but I just couldn't. The longer that went on, the harder I laughed. To the point I had tears in my eyes and my stomach hurt. Finally, I dropped the scrub brush on the bed because I couldn't hold it anymore and my laugh would no longer be restrained.
Oh, this, this was just......just......
Oh shit.....
Leo had lifted his head and was giving me a long, level, look.
"Uh oh."
"Yes, uh oh is right."
I pursed my lips as I thought about my options. I picked the most reasonable one.
I bolted off the bed and out the door. And I didn't have to look behind me to know that he had cleared the bed and was hot on my heels. I had actually made it to the living room before he had caught me and slung me over his shoulder.
"Now it's my turn to make you wiggle."
Oh dear.....
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as much as angel wanted to go in, tear quinn apart limb from limb, they were just a newborn vamp going up against someone older and who was turned by much older. so they took one last look at darlin and climbed down from the window. they didn't leave though.
they were getting their darlin back tonight.
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darlin had heard them. they heard angel. they wanted to scream, to thrash, to fight. but quinn had beaten that out months ago.
"meri chorti gooriyahhh (my little doll), are you doing ok?" he said with such sincerity, it almost sounded like david. it was like the voice david used after they woke up from a nightmare. but this was no dream and there was no david to wake them up.
a hand crept up their body and rested against their neck. "you didn't answer my question, meri pyaar (my love)?"
they wanted to go home to david.
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he was going to bring his mate home.
he was going rip the monster who took them until there is nothing left for his darlin to be scared of.
but he's going to bring them home, even if it meant his own life.
imma cut this off a lil early cuz im really badd with fight scenes and i feel like we all want david to rip this man alive but seeeee happy endingss is incominggg
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YES GIMME HAPPY ENDING PLS GIMME GIMME
I’m writing the fights scene cause chaos
TW/CW: Blood, violence, character death
The minute Angel came back to the building and told David where they had seen Darlin’ he couldn’t contain the unbridled rage he felt for Quinn. Angel led David and the others to the bar and pointed to the second floor window, where they had seen Darlin’ sitting in Quinn’s lap. That alone made David’s blood boil. His mate, sitting in that bastards lap. David quickly went inside and shifted, going for anyone who got in his way’s neck.
The rest of the pack had followed behind David, not wanting him to be killed by his own actions, they shifted behind him and tore anyone who got close apart. Sam and Angel trailed behind David, tearing away at any vampire that hit in David’s way as well. By the time they got to the room, David was already covered in blood. But it wasn’t his own.
He threw his his body against the door, growling and baring his bloody fangs at Quinn. His eyes trailed to Darlin’. Thank god they were alive! But they weren’t themself. They looked distant, dead. Like a they were just a shell of the loud, rowdy person he used to know. The person he loved, the person he still loves.
“Well, looks like the mutt found us after all Darling.” Quinn sneered and before he could get another word out Angel used their speed to grab Darlin’ and take them out the building. Quinn leapt from the couch to go after them but Sam jumped in front of him, tackling Quinn to the floor and biting into his shoulder. Quinn hissed in pain and grabbed Sam’s shoulder. He made sure to dig his nails into him so that it would bleed as he threw him off and into the glass window
“Fucking bastard!” Quinn yelled and quickly David leapt onto him next. His teeth instantly went for Quinn’s throat, but Quinn slashed David’s eye to throw him off. David let out a pained cry and and snapped his teeth at the vampire under him. His claws dug themselves into Quinn’s chest to ensure that he would stay on him and David ram this into and down his skin, leaving deep, bloody scars down his chest to his stomach
Quinn screamed in pain, once again swinging at David’s face. He clawed his already injured eye, causing it to bleed and block David’s vision. David howled in pain and dig his claws deeper into Quinn’s chest. He nearly pierced his heart. He wanted to pierce the bastard heart. But Quinn flipped him off, putting David on his back. Quinn smirked at him and bit down into his shoulder, drinking the blood spilling into his mouth. David howled in pain and snapped his teeth at Quinn and kicking his hind legs into Quinn’s already scarred chest.
“If I can’t kill my little wolf, then I’ll kill you you fucking mutt.” Quinn smiled wickedly at David before sinking his teeth into David’s throat. Just as Quinn’s teeth sank deeper into David, a wolf jumped onto his back, sinking its teeth into shoulder. Asher
Quinn snarled and threw Asher off him. But it wasn’t long before more wolves came into the room and started tearing at Quinn. They all tore chunks of flesh off Quinn, but they didn’t kill him yet. That was David’s job. When they all got Quinn on his last leg. David ripped his throat out. It was done, Quinn was finally dead
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