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The Peripheral Standing Stones of Corrimony Chambered Cairn, Scotland
#ice age#ston age#bronze age#copper age#iron age#prehistoric#prehistory#neolithic#mesolithic#paleolithic#calcolithic#ancient cultures#ancient craft#ancient sites#Scotland#Corrimony Cairn#wild places#outdoors
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annoying little brother john teasing arthur about his crushes at the grown age of 26 (he’s been doing this since he was 12 and Will Not give it up)
#mor/stons DNI you guys are gross#while i was making this i was asking myself if john would even be this immature but then i remembered how much of a manchild he is in canon#the way one of his canon lines is ‘you couldn’t shoot a fart out of your own ass’ this man hasn’t matured past the age of 13#he’d unironically call arthur a poopoo head#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#rdr2 fanart#arthur morgan#charles smith#john marston#charthur#my art#digital art#fanart#sketches
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All This Time- Chapter 5
cw: trans male pregnancy (past, mentioned), angst, miscommunication, fluff and happy ending
The supermarket was as uneventful as a shopping trip with a four year old gets. Elizabeth was determined to show her Dad all her favourite things, like the cat food that has the ‘pretty kitty’ on the box and the dog toys that cause arguments between her and Johnny since he won’t get them a pet.
She asks politely for a chocolate bar, which she receives, and she shares it with Simon after he tells her that Snickers are his favourite too.
Like clockwork, when they near the checkouts, Johnny grabs four different flowers without a word. He picks a tulip, a rose, a chrysanthemum and a gerbera daisy.
Simon tried to ask what they’re for but got distracted by Elizabeth pulling on his hand when the crowd around them grew. It was busy in the store, lots of people getting last minute back to school supplies as well as their weekly shops.
Before long, they wandered across from Tesco towards a church. Simon knows it well, it’s the reason he and Johnny had the flat so close to it, he buried his family there many years ago. Simon is surprised to see Johnny pick Elizabeth up, swinging her onto his hip as she holds the four different flowers gently, as he then waltzes into the graveyard.
Simon is a few steps behind but quickly catches up as they wander through the cemetery. It’s more crowded since he was last there, newer gravestones deep in the ground with gold etching on the marble.
Just as Simon goes to speak, Elizabeth is placed on the floor and she rushes off, quiet mumbles of ‘Nanny!’ escaping her mouth. Simon stands to Johnny’s side, “Johnny, why are we here?”
“To see her Nan,” Johnny says, matter-of-factly. He turns to Simon and his face pales dramatically fast. His hand comes to his mouth as he gasps, “Shit! Fuckin’ shite! Simon, I’m sorry, I didn’t think and I- I- Christ Almighty, I’m such a fuckin’ moron! I- we can go back, I’m sorry!”
Simon shakes his head, “No, Johnny, it’s okay. Probably about time I paid my respects.”
“Simon, I mean it, if you want to leave, we can go. It’s your call.” Johnny says firmly.
Simon looks up in time to see Elizabeth plop herself down in front of a grave with a smile on her face. He knows the plot well. Two companion plots, at a hefty sum too, but the lifting weight from his pocket did nothing to ease the weight on his mind. Far on the other end of the yard, an abandoned plot at this point, probably still stands. Withered with age and damaged from the weather. He hopes it rots eternally.
“Johnny, it’s fine.”
And with that, they catch up to their daughter.
For a four year old, her knowledge of graveyard respect is exceptional. She sits by the graves, but the heavy load sitting on Simon’s shoulders as he approaches dissipates when he sees Elizabeth there. She is plucking at the weeds in the ground, muttering ‘yuck!’ to Johnny as he sits beside her. She grabs dying flowers from out of the pots and places one of the flowers in each one.
Elizabeth Riley gets the Rose, Beth Riley the Tulip. Tommy gets the Daisy and Joseph. Joseph, whose age doesn’t even reach ten, he gets the Chrysanthemum.
The graves are perfectly maintained. No damage, no disturbed soil, no birds leaving their mess on the stones. They’re meticulously cleaned and Simon sees immediately that this has been Johnny and Elizabeth’s ‘project’ over the years.
“JoJo, I brought the- Papa I forgot how to say it! Ah, bronty- bron-to-saurus,” She spells out with a grin, “This week.”
She places the little toy dinosaur in front of the grave marker and lets it walk over the ground before saying, “Your turn!”
Joseph lays in the plot between his mother, and his grandmother. Tommy is on the end but there’s one grave missing. There’s a chunk of marble still forced into the ground and Johnny sees where Simon is looking.
He clears his throat, “A documentary came out a few years ago. About what happened. Kids came here and vandalised your stone. I- I was about eight months pregnant when it happened but I came and removed the stone. Broke it into pieces and took it out from here in the middle of the night. Police came knocking the day after, thought they might’ve caught me somehow, but they came to inform me of the incident. They had caught the vandals and assumed it was them. Think they took pity on me.” Johnny turns to Elizabeth and combs a hand through her wild hair.
Simon nods weakly and huffs, “Why'd you do that?”
“Regardless of what you think of yourself, Simon, I wasn’t going to let a group of kids ruin your name. I couldn’t stand it. You saved my life multiple times, you gave me my daughter, you’ve done everything and more for me and all I wanted to do was pay you back. Do something for you, for a change.” Johnny mumbles. He reaches over to Elizabeth Riley’s grave and plucks a dandelion out the ground.
“Talk to your Nana, sweetheart.” Johnny tells Lizzie, letting her clamber in front of the stone. She natters away about how she’s starting school and how the little girl next door is going to be in the same class.
She then mumbles, “Mah Daddy came home, Nana! He’s funny and big!” She giggles and Johnny turns to Simon to see him walking towards his Father’s grave.
“Ah shite,” Johnny sighs. He gives Simon his space for a minute, watching him out the corner of his eye as he stops at the grave in the far distance. He lets Elizabeth say everything she wants to, plays with ‘Joseph’ again and tells Beth how her hair is growing long and pretty like hers, before he bundles her into his arms and goes after Simon.
Just before they get there, Johnny places Elizabeth down and tells her he’ll just be a moment. He asks her to stay close by and she nods, going sitting at some other graves and taking weeds out the ground there instead.
Johnny walks over to Simon and places a hand on the small of his back, feeling Simon flinch. He looks at the grave before him. The sides are chipped and damaged, the words are weathering away and there is moss growing on the surface of the rock. The name ‘Damien Riley’ is slightly visible on the grave and Johnny notes how Simon’s hand is in a fist.
“I never brought her to this one,” Johnny mumbles, “I knew what he did to you all, couldn’t even think about paying respect to him, never mind force Elizabeth to.”
“You- How long have you been coming?” Simon asks.
“Since you left. It sounds silly, because I knew, deep down, you were alive. I was scared you may have been KIA or something though and I- I wanted to feel close to you. I would sit at your grave a-and talk to you. I would bring pictures from my scans and I played you a recording of her heartbeat once. I thought that if you knew you would’ve been here.” Johnny mumbles, “Since then, I’ve been caring for all the graves. Brought Elizabeth for the first time once she had all her jabs. I’ve talked to the graves a lot, these past five years almost, Simon, but I’ve never been to this one.”
“And Elizabeth,” Simon mumbles, “You’ve told her all about them? She calls my Mum, Nana.”
Johnny nods, “Well she is, isn’t she? I told her that they were in an accident.”
“Johnny I-” There’s a crack in Simon’s voice and when Johnny looks up, he sees tears on his face, “I don’t know how you could say you want to pay me back when that’s all you’ve been doing always.”
“It doesn’t feel like enough.” Johnny says.
“Well it is! You have cared for my family, thought about them even in death. You protected my honour. You did it all whilst having and raising our daughter when I wasn’t even here. I walked out on you when you needed me the most, and I'll never forgive myself for forcing you to do this all on your own.” Simon sighs. He glares deeply at the grave before him before turning his back to it and looking into Johnny’s eyes instead.
“And I’d do it all again in a heartbeat,” Johnny confirms, “Whether you believe it or not, I was indebted to you Simon. I always repay my debts.”
Simon wraps his arms around Johnny and buries his face into his neck. He breathes shakily as Johnny holds him close and mumbles, “Thankyou.” under his breath.
Elizabeth comes over, tugging on both of their jeans in an attempt to get their attention. Simon breaks the hug and lifts her up, sitting her on his hip, before leaning back into Johnny’s embrace.
A hand rubs his back, distinctly Johnny’s, but he feels a smaller hand gently patting between his shoulders when a voice speaks up, “Sad Daddy be happy now.”
Simon chuckles a little and rests his head against Elizabeth’s, “I am happy, darling, I promise.”
Johnny leans over and plants a kiss on Lizzie’s cheek, mumbling to her about how proud he is that she’s been good and that she’s such a sweet girl and Simon feels the large weight on his chest lift, like a dam opening up, and love comes flowing through the gaps and encompasses his heart entirely.
#call of duty#mw2#ghostsoap#mw2 2022#soapghost#john soap mactavish#family#ghost#simon ghost riley#soap#trans mpreg#trans man
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misery vanishes when nanami's close to you, however strange his tactics. cw panic attack in the stables. surprise, relief, comfort and a cowboy's hunting knife. 1k
farmhand nanami tag <3
It happens, it happens, and you haven’t died yet. Trivial comforts that have long since lost their potency run your heart’s hamster wheel. That’s all your heart is at this point, a skittering thing with a life expectancy of three. Cannibalistic tendencies.
You knock the back of your head on the gate to a rhythm that at least keeps you from crying– limp on the floor of the south stables, back against the door to an empty stall at the end of a row of unsettled horses. They hate that you do this here. You hate that it happens and your riding hat slips over your forehead when you tremble a little too hard.
Nanami’s herding new calves today, playing babysitter in their spring pen. The old boss is away at auction so you’re promised privacy this afternoon to gather yourself and dry your eyes and keep your legs from shaking when you finally stand up again. This is worse than usual and spurred by nothing. Sudden and public, it’s been panic attacks and hiding places since you were school age– since before you got this job tending an old woman’s show animals. A two-woman job on paper and a one-woman show in practice, it’s paradise with housing. And the blessed coincidence of a new blond handyman.
Thank god, you shudder as dark thoughts dance their spirals, thank god for another set of hands. Your boots are too tight even after kicking them off, socks and jacket, skin pulled across your ribs, claustrophobic. It’s been ages since the last time this happened but you still can’t brush boars like this, or watch calves taste grass for the first time. When you think too hard about the heartbeat in your ears it makes you shake, the thought you can’t control its volume or pull the broken pieces out. Still, the hens will be locked up to roost and the cows will get their babies back. Dogs will be watered and cats will be scratched because Nanami isn’t pitiful. He isn’t dying, surely dying, in a broken straw bale and you thank god again.
Your horses are hungry. The headache is back and you haven’t taken a breath in seventeen seconds. Stop counting. Talulah the white mare, older than you, stretches a sinewy neck over the top of her gate to nip but you’ve sunk out of her reach. Irritation or curiosity? What did you even come to the stables for?
“Miss?”
The sun is setting in the window behind the saddle hooks and dread begins to drown you. It’s the cumulative weight of every attack since the first, just like always, and always almost too heavy to hold. Like something waiting just out of sight to sink its teeth into your throat. Ghost stories old volunteers used to tell around summer campfires become realities as you rip your hat off your head and hairs with it in an attempt to breathe better, or move better or just be able to fucking see. Hair against your face, straw through the weft of your jeans– legends say they found her body where it laid in the fields, mummified from fear.
“Miss Y/n!”
It’s less his voice and more the knife that startles your face out of your hands. Nanami falls in front of you otherwise silent, kneeling, looming, fist wrapped tight around a knife he’s driven through the wooden stall beside your head.
Immediately, the wheel slows its turning, replaced by nothing, spinning residually under the gaze of a worried cowboy with his hat around his neck. Nanami’s broad chest threatens the seams of his jacket. His hair has been licked into awkward shiny spikes by happy tongues and he’s still got bribing sorghum in his breast pocket, and you realize too late to stop it, that you’re going to cry.
He drops his hand from the blade but doesn’t move away, scanning and tracing the clammy parts of you. Your cheeks and neck, chest and hands. His eyes dart over empty spaces and return again, “Are you okay?”
“You..” you what? Nanami stares through you like he’s stone until your thought is finished and you still haven’t regained enough sense to right yourself. Your back is flush with wood; hair, jacket and undershirt all riding up behind you where they snagged on the stall door when you sank. Tears spill over your lashes, “you startled me.”
Talulah reaches forward again to get someone’s attention; she’s hungry. Her neighbors stomp in their stalls or snort in your direction, but their frustration is too pretty a symphony to answer yet. You’re alive, the world didn’t stop and doesn’t need you to keep turning it.
Nanami exhales like he’s the survivor and leans forward to gather your things. He brushes straw from the brim of your hat, “I’m sorry.”
“That was scary,” you coo, smiling, melting. Pins and needles of the brain, feeling coming back now. You close your eyes to help the tears fall and lift your hands back to your face.
“I’m sorry, Miss.”
You shake your head and breathe three more times before speaking. The voice that comes out is hardly yours. It’s entirely too little. “How’d you know?”
Nanami’s shy with his English, but you understand more than he means when he speaks to you. He lowers his gaze to your socks and lifts your boots by their pull straps to sit them beside you– stops short of overstepping– of slipping them on you. “Bad feeling,” he murmurs and fishes a clean handkerchief from his sorghum pocket. A full body shiver and you try to sit up, try to take what the golden hand holds out for you but your fingers meet his warmth trembling and cling to it. His hand is strong and leathered, it’s gentle with you always and he’s never seen you like this. The embarrassment will come later. For now the horses have given up complaining and you curl forward on your knees in a sob when the gentle cowboy lets you hold his hand. He’s quiet. He rests your hat in his lap and leans no closer or farther away as relief runs its course through your veins. He can explain the knife later. Cats, cows, and show ponies can wait five more minutes.
farmhand nanami tag <3
#brainrot continues#imagine the curse he saw to get him to shout like that#imagine the love he feels to get him to lose his cool#nanami kills your curses like it's his life on the line#like#try as he might to leave the jujutsu world nanami cares too deeply about others to let them suffer#being loved by this man#[gunshots]#panic attacks feel like im being hunted for sport#imagine the love of someone whose job it is to hunt them back#farmhand nanami ˚⊹♡#nanami x reader
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Episode Six- Support Your Local Library
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- I forgot that Ron keeps a diary- err journal
- “With three strangers and a lizard man” love that Ron considers himself closer with Cern than the other daddies 😭
- “I think anyone would happy to meet Terry” <333
- DadFact: Glenn is very anal about karaoke etiquette
- ExtraDadFact: Glenn also uses the wrong accent and slang for British words
- DadFact: Doesn’t know what a Birkenstocks is
- Matt doesn’t know what Birkenstocks are!!!! Omg I forgot about this part!!!
- DadFact: He boing his first Birkenstocks at age nine (somehow… does the Forgotten Realms have sandals?)
- DadFact: Ron is right handed (Beth is not)
- DaddyFact: When he said all the names, he stole an Adventure Zone realm. So they made Roque Porte French
- “They’re probably safe!” Nope. Willy sucked. Willy sucked. Willy sucked.
- “Do you have kids?” “I did!” ☹️ awwww oh god. I seriously adore Cern so much
- “I’m grieving…” “That’s the best time, man!” Glenn would know. His wife is dead
- “How many children do you have Buddy?” Assuming this is Willy- One. Barry- Too many. Bill- Actually fuck him who cares
- “Put your hand down Ron, I’ll get to you in a second”
- “You should prank him- say it’s yo mama” “his mama ded…”
- The Library!!!! My beloved <33333
- Lizard Boy Scales McStuffins!!!!!! Wooooooooooooo
- I adore him
- Car fucking….
- Oh boy
- Japanese car
- ODYSSEY-SANNNNNN
- Ston Rampler!!!
- BLADE LANDINF
- THIS BECOMES A THING THAT KEEPS HAPPENING
- NICKKKKK
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Birthing/Adoption ceremony headcanons for Rogh’s tribe🌕
•After every new baby is born, a ritual is performed. It’s just a sacred as the tribe’s annual Moonah Ston ritual, maybe more sacred. It takes until the morning for it to be fully performed. If the child is born during the day, the ritual still takes place that same night.
•After the baby is born and the umbilical chord is cut with flint, the child must the dried by the fire, held closely by their mother while the Wise Elder guards.
•While the Mother holds the baby by the fire, the Father must gather water from the river inside a wooden basin/bowl carved from Oak.
•Once the bowl is full, the father must place the bowl in a location where Moonah’s reflection is cast on the water within. The reflection must never leave the bowl, so the Father must continue to move the bowl throughout the night, making sure that Moonah’s reflection is perfectly cast in the centre.
•At dawn, when Moonah has retreated back behind the clouds for her slumber, the rest of the ritual can proceed. It is the tribe’s belief that Moonah can bless anything her light touches, which is why the tribe catches her reflection in the water; to bless it. Rather than catch just her light, it catches the image of Moonah herself, the purest water the tribe can receive.
•The ritual itself entails the Mother and Father submerging their faces, just their faces, into the basin/bowl. Afterwards, the baby’s face must be submerged in the blessed water. Then, both parents and the baby must drink from the sacred water, and in so doing, connect them as a family forever, a bond forged by the blessing from their mighty Moonah.
•The exact same process can be done with foundlings and adopted children. Except they are encouraged to bathe in the river to rid them of the trauma of their past since they have already been birthed. The two parents who intend to raise the foundling are to be present for this process, it is known as ‘The Rebirth’.
•Only after ‘The Rebirth’ process can the foundling be dried by the fire. The ritual then plays out exactly as it would with a newborn.
•Renaming is common, but the foundling may choose whether or not they keep or discard their birth name.
•After the ritual is complete, the new family and tribe must return to the sacred place they perform the Moonah Ston rituals. A fire is lit at the centre of the stones and the parents and newborn/foundling will sleep around the fire, the rest of the tribe will guard.
•If the baby/foundling was born in a female body, they will wear furs from the same creature as the Mother. If the baby/founding was born in a male body, they will wear furs from the same creature as the Father.
•If a foundling originates from a tribe which doesn't wear furs, and instead wears leather or woven material, they are given the option to keep them and wear a fur cloak, or discard of them and wear furs only.
•Once the baby/foundling has come of age (3) they may place their handprint on the cave wall. If a foundling is above the age of 3 when they are found, they can place their handprint on their adoption day or when they’re settled in enough.
•The handprints are updated every 3 years, each print beside the last to watch their growth over time.
•Parental DNA doesn’t matter to the tribe; a foundling can look nothing like either of their new parents, but the parents will refer to them as their son/daughter/child from the day they take them in to the day they watch them start a family of their own.
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Tw: Slightly described Torture (stress position), non-con drugging (sedating), and Kidnapping. (Which is this whole story.)
Just proceed with caution!
I challenge you to find the Nate reference. ☺️
Author's Note: I am so excited I finally wrapped up this part. I think the process was worth it. :)
Summary: Ellington's first day with his new parents.
Title: "Elly, Elly, Elly."
“Elly, Elly, Elly.” Lawrence sing songs descending the basement steps gallantly. Observing his new son with a gentle fondness. The response being a soft groan and a creak of the mattress.
“Do you remember me?” Lawrence hums twirling a lock of his blonde hair. The young man strains looking up at him, eyes adjusting to their unknown surroundings. The man’s form continues deeper into the room—something in hand.
“No?” The black-haired man gulps back stomach acid. “Here, this should help your stomach troubles,” Lawrence murmurs pressing a sizable glass into the younger man’s sore hand. The white liquid taunts him.
“Drink up, I’ll tell the two biggest expectations.” The younger man arches a dark brow at the older man. Hand erupting into a fit of pain. “You will use proper manners, no thanks only thank you if you must shorten it.” His blue eyes sparkled matching the glass in the dim light. “And you will call me pop.” A glint of amusement shrouds his unmistakable voice.
“P..Pop?” Ellington stammers confusion enveloping his raspy voice. “I-I thought you just let me stay over 'cause it was late…” The singer breathlessly spits. “Oh, sweet no. This is your home now.”
“Home?” Ellington inhales a huff of air as the blonde steps closer. Ever so slowly. Closer. Tears prick his dry eyes, the man squats down. Facing him directly.
“Yes, home. Sweet.” Blue eyes meet Green ones. “And don’t try to escape.” He rises turning to face the sudden creak of the steps.
Each creak fluttered Ellington’s eardrums, aggravating his headache. Creaks pause, a door opens-whining hinges cut through his skull. Pressure builds interrupting any opportunity to think.
“So glad to see he's awake.” A woman sighs like weights been lifted off her shoulders. “Me too, I can’t believe our boys were so reckless.” The blonde man agrees, turning to fully face the ginger woman.
“Boys?” Ellington mumbles to himself. ‘Boys…Rex? Rex!’ He tries to get up but falls with a rattle. “Oh, Elly.” Lawrence’s sympathetic eyes fall onto the crumpled form. The woman stops.
“He looks pitiful, I love it,” She whispers eyeing his curled-up form. “Nothing like that first laydown of the law.” Her enigmatic eyes flick back to Lawrence.
“You're not my father, barely even my friend why would I call you anything?!” Ellington burps a sour taste coating his tongue. The milk forgotten. Now, it's getting warm.
“Now Elly, you’re new here so I’ll tell you this only once…” The older man begins. “You will be my son. And I, your father. Call me Dad and follow the rules.” He sounds it slowly.
“You’re too kind, punish him. He needs to learn.” Charlotte’s purple gaze rests on the young man. “Being too carefree is what let the last one's escape.” Her tone cautioning making him consider heedfulness.
“He reminds me so much of the other one, the one around his age…” Lawrence trails off a twinge of wistfulness in his huff. “Well, we’ll get him back. But first, we need to condition this one.”
“But this is a normal reaction.” Lawrence points out. “Normal, yes. Acceptable? No.” She purses her lips holding Lawrence’s stare. ‘Where the fuck is Rex?’ Ellington scoots back milk cup tips.
“Fuck.” He hisses under his breath jerking away. Both parents swivel. “No swearing in front of your father.” The woman deadpans face set in an unreadable expression.
“S-sorry…Mo-om?” Ellington gulps blushing at the sudden soft expressions. “Yes, Mom or Momma whichever you prefer.” She picks the cup up producing a rag from her dress pocket.
“I just knew this was going to happen too.” She sighs. “Your father has no foresight.” She smiles glancing back to the wet stone. “Ha ha.” Lawrence chuckles moving to sit.
‘EW GET THE FUCK AWAY!’ Ellington gasps scooting far back. Now on the other side of the mattress. “Oh, Elly it’s okay We’re willing to forgive this fiasco.” He coos.
“While I do love tenebrous rooms this one's getting depressing, aren’t we supposed to be making him happy?” Charlotte drawls hints of her long worn-out accent peeking through again.
Lawrence doesn’t respond favoring staring. “Lawrence?” She follows his line of sight. “Turn the brightness up, Char.” Is all he says before turning back to Ellington. The man in question cowering away from his father’s gaze.
Ellington’s shirt sleeves were wide. Charlotte knew this. She and Lawrence had talked about this. But what they didn’t know was he had some Lichtenberg figures.
The expansive area of his ribcage and side…covered…The now brightly lit room offered a better display of the boy.
Red and purple against the farmer's tanned skin jumped to attention with every labored breath.
“So, scars.” Charlotte kept her tone nonchalant. “Scars.” Lawrence gulps.
“Elly still needs to be punished.” She veers to Ellington. “If you're so sure,” Lawrence replies and the young man wails losing full composure when both parents corner him.
Labored breaths turned loud, fanning Charlotte in his warm milky breath.
“Lawrence, are you overseeing punishments, or am I?” She takes Ellington’s face in her hands. “I’ll let you handle this one.” His eyes wander back to the vocalist’s side.
“I’ll make sure he’s conditioned properly.” She whips around watching him lurch away.
He walks up the stairs, closes the door, and his footsteps retreat before she unhands the young man.
“Okay, now that he’s gone I want you to stand.” Charlotte rises stepping back to give him room. Ellington looks up at her, wide-eyed. “I’m surprised you’ve lost your voice.” She dryly comments gripping his left arm and pulling him up.
“Now, try to touch your toes.” She demonstrates, bending down and palms touching the floor flatly. “But I can’t touch my toes.” His voice breaks at the end.
“Well, I’m asking you to try.” She gestures a hand to quicken him. When he stares at the floor where her palms had been, she takes to threatening. “Do what you are told or I’ll skin those pretty little koi fish tats right off your body.” She fakes a girlish laugh. The boy scrambles to touch his toes only to be able to touch his ankles.
“Good enough.” She purrs prowling around him. “Now follow my instructions.” She stops just to the side of him. Out of his peripheral.
Hours passed? Minutes? Seconds? Ellington couldn’t remember. His muscles burned in agony, shaky legs failing to properly support his weight, collapsed.
Ellington’s arms shake. His hands cramp. A deep ache settles over his knees. His head pounds, making him feel sozzled. His eyes puffy and red exaggerating his dark circles.
“I’m proud of you, you followed instructions very well.” Charlotte presses a soft kiss to his temple before bounding off and out of the cold basement.
Another series of sobs wrack him.
“How is he?” Lawrence jumps hearing Charlotte make her way through the kitchen. “He was a pitiful mess on the basement mattress. When I left him.” She replies examining a green apple.
“How was his temper?” “Fine, he was surprisingly obedient.”
“What did you do?” He hums feeling himself relax. “Stress position.” She replies once more. “What else?” He presses leaning forward. “I verbally degraded him just a little.”
She chuckles winking at Lawrence.
“What are we going to do about the other one?” He swallows a gulp of coffee.
“He’s still asleep, yeah?” She jerks her head to the hidden camera above the fridge. “Yes,” Lawrence replies, checking the attic camera. “Then let's leave it for now and put our Elly to bed.”
“Well, he’s still so distressed…I guess we do have no choice he won’t be able to eat much in this state.” Lawrence sighs answering his wife’s musing.
“I’ll get the syringe and meet you in the basement.” She hops off the island, accentuating the swing of her narrow hips. Lawrence follows her waltz until she disappears, she’d taken the long way out the kitchen.
Lawrence takes another swig of his coffee before moving to retrieve the sedative.
“Elly, I need you to hold still.” He stares down the hysterical boy, Charlotte on his left.
He cowered in the corner curling so tightly neither could get a clear shot at his neck. “Go away.” He weakly presses himself against the stone walls.
“Elly, don’t make this harder than it already is.” Lawrence steps slightly closer, hearing the choked gasp. “I’ll handle this part; you just hold him down.” Charlotte snippily sighs taking the medicine and syringe from him.
“Now, I’ll wake Rex up and you fix everything down here.” His wife cheerfully orders, leaning forward. “Oh, how could I forget your boy is upstairs.” He chuckles lightly.
I found the Nate reference XD. And I loved it!! An AU where Lawrence and Charlotte are together would 100% look like this!! I also love Ellington’s character!!
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Brainwaves Bios: Winston Zeddemore (1984)
The Muscle of The Ghostbusters Winston Zeddemore
The muscle of the Ghostbusters, Winston joined when he saw an advertisement in the newspaper looking for a forth member. The most down-to-earth member of the team, originally joined for the money, but is still a loyal and heroic member of the team.
"We had the tools, we had the talent."
Name
Full Legal Name: Winston Ramsey Zeddemore
First Name: Winston
Meaning: From an English surname that was derived from the Old English given name 'Wynnstan', itself derived from the Old English elements 'Wynn' 'Joy' and 'Stan' 'Stone'.
Pronunciation: WIN-ston
Origin: English
Middle Name: Ramsey
Meaning: From an English and Scottish surname that was derived from a place name meaning 'Garlic Island' in Old English.
Pronunciation: RAM-zee
Origin: English
Surname: Zeddemore
Meaning: Meaning Unknown.
Pronunciation: ZEDD-more
Origin: Unknown
Titles: Sergeant, Mr
Nicknames: Z, Zed, Zedd
Characteristics
Age: 39
Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns
Race: Human
Nationality: American Citizen. Born in America
Ethnicity: African-American
Birth Date: December 17th 1945
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: Christian
Native Language: English
Known Languages: English, Spanish
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Actor: Ernie Hudson
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Fayetteville, Cumberland County, North Carolina
Current Residence: North Moore Street, New York, New York
Appearance
Height: 6'3" / 191 cm
Weight: 220 lbs / 100 kg
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Hair Dye: None
Body Hair: Hairy
Facial Hair: Moustache
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1984) None
Piercings: None
Scars: None Noticeable
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Affiliated Groups: Ghostbusters (Employee/Member)
Friends: Peter Venkman, Egon Spengler, Raymond Stantz, Janine Melnitz, Dana Barrett, Louis Tully (Sort-Of)
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Mark Zeddemore (Deceased, Father), Lucille Zeddemore (62, Mother, Née Major)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Daphne Carlisle (36, Sister, Née Zeddemore), Joseph Zeddemore (33, Brother), Patricia Baker (30, Sister, Née Zeddemore), Leon Zeddemore (27, Brother)
Siblings-In-Law: Olivia Carlisle (38, Daphne's Husband), Rachel Zeddemore (35, Joseph's Wife, Née Flores), Nathan Baker (32, Patricia's Husband), Susan Zeddemore (29, Leon's Wife, Née Grant)
Nieces & Nephews: Tyler Carlisle (16, Nephew), Martha Carlisle (12, Niece), Benjamin Carlisle (8, Nephew), Velma Carlisle (4, Nephew), Carter Zeddemore (13, Nephew), Zoe Zeddemore (9, Niece), Abel Zeddemore (5, Nephew), Sally Zeddemore (1, Niece), David Baker (10, Nephew), Flora Baker (6, Niece), Graham Baker (2, Nephew), Holly Zeddemore (7, Niece), Jacob Zeddemore (3, Nephew)
Children: None
Extras
Level of Education: United States Marines Training
Occupation: Ghostbuster
Employer: Ghostbusters
Expertise:
Investigations and Security Procedures Knowledge
Strategy and Tactical Analysis Knowledge
Excellent Driver
Excellent Marksman
Martial Arts Knowledge
Mechanical Knowledge
Excellent Physical Conditioning
Basic Knowledge in Piloting
Religious Studies Expert
Hopeful
Believes in a Better Reality
Informed on Current Events
Faults:
Hates Jell-O
Hates Rats
Hates Cockroaches
Motion Sickness
Seasickness
Backstory: Unlike the other three Ghostbusters, Winston Zeddemore was not originally a university professor. Winston applied for a job opening late in 1984 after business started to pick up. Janine Melnitz interviewed Winston from her desk. She asked him if he believed in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trans-mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis. Winston replied if there was a steady paycheque in it, he would believe anything she said. The interview was interrupted when the phone rang and by the return of the weary Peter Venkman and Raymond Stantz. Winston turned his head and observed them while Janine spoke to the caller. Raymond was not pleased to see two free repeaters on the evening worksheet. He walked to the basement Janine brought Winston to their attention. She introduced him. Winston stood. Raymond stopped and turned around. Raymond took one look at him and hired him on the spot.
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things that happened at work tonight
I had to do an employee satisfaction survey and I was as mean as it’s possible to be in a survey where nearly all the questions are statements where all you can do is choose from strongly agree/agree/neutral/disagree/strongly disagree. you may not have given me space to air my actual grievances, but I sure will make my level of frustration known
I called a mischievous little girl, no older than four at the most, a monkey, after she reached up and tapped the help button on the machine (which calls me over) while her dad wasn’t looking. with an enormous grin on her face, she spent the next several minutes softly repeating “I’m a monkey… a MONKEY” to herself while she waited for her dad to finish checking out.
our loss prevention manager had to kick a lady out of the store after someone saw her pick up a packaged meal at the deli, open it and eat several bites, and then put it back. the lady apparently made a huge fuss and security had to be called? I don’t think we have an actual security guard so I don’t know who that would be. a mystery
I watched a guide dog in training simply Give Up. his trainers were taking a few minutes at the self-checkout machine and he just collapsed on his side on the floor and gave them Sad Eyes when they started giggling at him. to his credit, he got up and was very well-behaved as soon as they gave him an actual command! but clearly he was pretty tired lol.
I listened to a couple of college-aged, musclehead-lookin’ dudes still in their workout clothes (we have a 24hr gym next door) snipe at each other while they checked out - one complaining to the other “why didn’t you put this in a produce bag, I don’t wanna put my zucchini right on the scale, it’s gross. dude you’re gross” and the other answering “bro we’re gonna wash it before we eat it, relax. dude look at you, you can’t even SPELL zucchini” which was fun. also they were lamenting the prices and cursing G*len W*ston’s name and griping “yeah right it’s ‘inflation,’ come on, we’ve all heard about the profit margins…” also also, they started grilling me about the lady who got kicked out in bullet point three, because they came into the store just in time to hear her being yelled at and desperately wanted to know all the juicy details lmao. unfortunately I knew very few details myself at that time
the LP manager went rocketing past me at one point and I looked up to see her chasing a couple of kids out the door and into the parking lot. ten minutes later, I was approached by a kid maybe 12 or 13 years old, red-faced and damp-eyed and evidently uncomfortable, with an armful of deli items. “my friends just stole these,” he explained to me. “a blonde lady chased them out?” I called the aforementioned LP manager and she hurried out to see him. he was quick to tell her - “it wasn’t me, it was my friends, but I got really really mad at them, and I wanted to bring this stuff back…” she thanked him very much for doing so, and as soon as he was out of sight we both melted.
and honestly, I don’t give a shit about people shoplifting, in the broad sense. obviously it’s a pain to me as an employee, but beyond any effect on me personally… the company can more than afford it. (although I’m not super impressed with kids doing it just for shits. it’s one thing if you’re broke; it’s kind of another if you’re 13 and just trying to be cool.) but we spent the rest of the night talking amongst ourselves about how impressed we all were with this kid for (at his age!) having the courage not only to take a stand against his friends when he felt that what they were doing was wrong, but also to take the stuff they’d stolen back and bring it back to the store in spite of the genuine possibility that he could then get in trouble himself.
like, having spoken to him, I could tell he was RATTLED. with the context it was pretty clear to me that he’d just given his buddies a good lashing. and tbh, huge props to him for that. being able to tell your friends off for being assholes is tough at any age; at 12-13 it’s fucking herculean. so. I’ll be thinking about him for a bit.
oh oh also. one of my recent favourite customers got really excited and offered me a fist bump when I remembered her name. (she’s insanely sweet and always remembers MY name so I made a point of it! but it was really cute how happy she was about it)
#this is just occurring to me now but.#am I gonna have a strange and memorable encounter with a teenage boy every time I have a self-checkout shift?#bc it’s happened each time so far. hm.#grocery grunt#life
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Aeideín ston Michaíl
In the middle of the night in the passenger seat, I can feel myself squirming. Anxiety, fear, restlessness and anticipation. As the hours passed by, I'm greeted with your brown eyes. The first time we walked under the moonlight. The first time we held hands. Yours was rough but it was warm. The conversation was a blur. All that was ever imprinted was how your touch was on fire. I felt like I was burning but without the pain. You were warm, not only your hands, but every bit of you. It was a hazy memory that I always treasure.
We argued a lot. A complete opposite of each other. Maybe it was the age, maybe it was the culture. But nonetheless, those useless fights made my day. I liked the challenge and you liked the chase. It was a game for both of us until it wasn't. I often wondered if your declaration of love was ever real. Or was I some prize on a stupid bet you made with yourself. Sometimes, I felt it though, maybe you were genuine. Maybe it was real. My heart hoped it was real.
I didn't know when the words "I love you" transitioned from a lie to the truth. I know a few things — it makes me happy when I see your dimples when you smile. Making you laugh was one of the best things. Even if I was silly, even if I was really annoyed. Even if in your mind, I wasn't the one whom you want to laugh with.
I remembered you said that I was only settling with you. But that wasn't true. I fell. Even if I knew I wasn't ready, I fell. I knew that from the moment I sent those drunken words of I love you. My heart failed me once again. Dragging me to the pits of unimaginable pain. I thought to myself, maybe it will all be right. Maybe you were my finish line. Because this is with you. I wanted it to be you.
You were more than just love. You were comfort, you were my home. At times you drive me crazy but I wouldn't have it any other way. Everything was sailing smoothly. We tread the waters just fine. All good things never comes easy, or it all ends. It sprouted with a speck of doubt.
The snow was falling but my head was filled with doubt, fear, and anxiety. Funny how a single missed call can break down everything. I knew it. I wasn't ready. Even if I wanted to, the darkness of my past still clings onto me. No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I cry. The little changes, I noticed. From an hour long calls to barely lasting half of it. Sweet words vanished and everything was for mere stability. I tried showing how much you meant to me, I messaged often. Updated often. But it gets tiring when we were not the same. I tried but I can't be the only one trying.
It was unhealthy and obsessive. Questions were fired but remained unanswered. You don't lie, you say. You never lie, you say. But the silence was killing me. The moment you stayed silent, I knew it was over. I knew I was right. It hurts, yes, but it's better than losing myself. Not again. I exit the door, but I really hoped you tried making me stay. I thought you were my epilogue. Turns out you were just another chapter.
I shouldn't have rode in that passenger seat.
Antio sas.
-- C
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How to Choose the Perfect Bathroom Sink for Aging in Place
As we age, our homes require modifications to ensure safety and accessibility. One often overlooked area is the bathroom, specifically the sink. The right bathroom sink can make all the difference for those choosing to age in place. With a variety of options available, it can be overwhelming to determine which sink is the best fit. This article will provide valuable information and tips on how to choose the perfect bathroom sink for aging in place. From considering the needs and limitations of the individual to understanding the different types of sinks and their features, we will guide you through the decision-making process. Our goal is to help you create a functional and stylish bathroom while prioritizing safety and ease of use. Whether you are planning for yourself or a loved one, this article will equip you with the knowledge to make an informed decision and create a comfortable and accommodating space for aging in place. Let us help you find the perfect bathroom sink that meets your needs and allows you to gracefully age in the comfort of your own home.
Consider size: 30 farmhouse or small stainless steel sink?
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Create a functional and stylish space
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Conclusion
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hobbies + emotions BUT similar to "bilbo"
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Zimbabwean mom Ruth Chigowe stonned to death in Kathlehong, South Africa
Zimbabwean mom Ruth Chigowe stonned to death in Kathlehong, South Africa
Zimbabwean mom aged 24, Ruth “Nickki” Chigowe was stonned to death on 27 May 2022 by South Africans in Kathlehong, Johannesburg.
A case of murder has been opened by Police Station but no suspects has been arrested.The level of xenophobia and hatred against Zimbabweans has increased in South Africa.
Zimbabweans have vowed that they are not going anywhere until the Zimbabwean economy is…
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Total Recall Cast: Then and Now (1990 vs 2020)
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Το μεγαλύτερο ποσό μέσα στο 2020 μοίρασε χθες το ΛΟΤΤΟ σε έναν μεγάλο νικητή που κέρδισε 1,4 εκατομμύρια ευρώ. Το «χρυσό» δελτίο, που έβαλε τέλος στο τζακ ποτ της χρονιάς για το παιχνίδι του ΟΠΑΠ, είχε συμπληρωθεί σε ένα πρακτορείο ΟΠΑΠ στον Αγ. Δημήτριο Αθήνας. Όπως δήλωσε ο κ. Βάιος Τιμολέων, ιδιοκτήτης του καταστήματος: «Το δελτίο είχε μόλις τέσσερις στήλες, κόστισε δηλαδή μόνο 2 ευρώ. Ο νικητής, όπως συνηθίζεται σε αυτές τις περιπτώσεις, δεν έχει εμφανιστεί, ούτε έχει επικοινωνήσει μαζί μας». Δεν είναι η πρώτη μεγάλη επιτυχία για το συγκεκριμένο κατάστημα, το οποίο διαθέτει ιστορία 46 χρόνων. «Το κατάστημα το άνοιξε ο πατέρας μου το 1974, ενώ εγώ το ανέλαβα το 1999. Όλα αυτά τα χρόνια έχουμε δει πολλούς νικητές, μεγάλους ή και μικρότερους. Το 2013 ένας τυχερός πελάτης μας είχε κερδίσει περισσότερα από 2 εκατομμύρια ευρώ στο ΠΡΟΤΟ. Μάλιστα, στα χρόνια της δραχμής, δύο άλλοι πελάτες είχαν κερδίσει 90 εκατ. δρχ. και 120 εκατ. δρχ. στο ΛΟΤΤΟ και στο ΠΡΟΤΟ, αντίστοιχα», σχολίασε ο κ. Τιμολέων. (πληροφορίες απο το makeleio)
#–#Ag.#Athina#Dimitrio#idioktitis#leei#lotto#O#opap#praktoreiou#stin#sto#ston#ti#tis#tou#tuxerou#xronias#ΝΙΚΗΤΗΣ
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