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colealexart · 6 months

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story time! i met the cr cast this past weekend at mcm london and they were the kindest people imaginable, but my interaction with laura and marisha was just. incomprehensibly sweet and the best thing to ever happen to me.

first up was laura. my friends izzy (@wvearp) and abby (@overnighttosunflowers) went before me in the queue and they got my art signed by her. when they did, she said “oh, best art” and they told her that they were here with the artist. she immediately was like “what?! where?!” and started looking around frantically. i was standing just to the side and i waved awkwardly and she was like “NO WAY! YOU!! i favourite this shit on twitter ALL THE TIME!” which i find hilarious because yeah, i freak out a little every time she does.

when it got to my turn, i said hello and asked her how she was doing. she did not answer my question and instead said “cole, are you kidding me? these are gorgeous” about the two prints i handed to her. (the one pictured and a different one i got signed.) she said she remembers seeing this after the episode aired and i was like “yeah, it airs at 3am here so i drew this in a frantic, sleep deprived stupor at 7am” and she said “you did it so fast, i remember! i sent it to marisha! people are SO QUICK with the fanart, you guys are insane.”

after she signed the print, she held onto it for a moment and just sat and admired it, before looking at me with the BIGGEST smile and saying “you are seriously the best. thank you.” and i don’t know how to handle sincerity so i handed her the dice i got for her. she was so excited about them and immediately rolled the d20 and got a 10 (edit: i misremembered, she got a 3 lol). i then asked if we could play rollies and she beat me. i got a 5 and laura got a 7. i said i’m sorry they’re not rolling well and she was like “it’s fine, they just need charging up!”

i also got a selfie too, but the guy helping her at the table took the photo for us instead of me trying to take it because i suck at taking selfies. she gave me a really tight side hug and when it was done, she thanked me again with the biggest smile.

i also didnt realize until afterwards but instead of writing a character quote, laura wrote “you are everything” on my autograph 😭

next was the group photo op. as we walked up i said hi again to laura and she immediately recognized me from before. she grabbed onto my shoulders and literally spun me around to marisha and was frantically saying “marisha marisha, this is the person that does the amazing imodna art!” but there was a lot going on and marisha was looking at me with the most bewildered expression, until she eventually understood what laura was saying but we had to rush to take the photo. laura held onto my arm and marisha leaned against me and i didn’t realize until afterwards but liam and tal also had their hands on my shoulders lol. it was A Lot. i told marisha i would probably be heading to her autograph queue next so i’d see her there and she was like “awesome, i cant wait!”

so after that, i met marisha. i was probably the most nervous to meet her because she’s just so cool and intimidating but in reality she is just so warm and has such a calming presence about her. she was like “cole, good to see you again!” and i handed her the same imodna print that i had laura sign. she said “ohh, aww this is amazing! this is what laura was talking about, i was so confused!”

then we talked a bit about the live show because her voice was hoarse and i asked her how she was feeling. she said it was just her voice that was gone, but we agreed that it was absolutely worth it because the live show was incredible. i also congratulated her on the how do you wanna do this, then gave her the dice i got for her and we played rollies too. we both got an 18 at first and when we rerolled, she beat me with another 18 to my 16. then she was like “oh these roll really well, i’m definitely gonna use these!”

we took our photo together and afterwards she said “thank you for your art and everything. seriously, you’re so talented” while rubbing my shoulder, and then i headed off to join ashley’s queue.

i’m probably gonna make a separate post about meeting ashley and sam. i just wanted to write this down mostly to immortalize on my blog. i expected them to be kind but i did NOT expect to feel so loved and appreciated. laura was about as excited as i was, and made me feel so special. (this is also a pretty small thing but i dont think i pass very well, so the fact that laura said ‘person’ and didn’t misgender me meant a hell of a lot too.)

i did bring extra prints to give to them as a gift but was overwhelmed and forgot lol

anyway, that’s it! for anyone wondering if the critical role cast are as kind in person as they seem online, they absolutely are and then some. i’ll never forget this past week.

#laura bailey #marisha ray #critical role #imodna #yes i cried a little while writing this out #they just make me so HAPPY

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fuck-customers · 3 months

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I work in housekeeping, and the supervisors there are like. fucking horrible. We have the manager, who does fuck all to deal with the supervisor drama, and then we have 3 supervisors,

Supervisor J is lovely, I love her, she's the greatest manager type I've ever had (not the highest compliment when you know I've only worked two jobs but still) and she is amazing at trying to solve our issues and make this job as smooth as possible for everyone.

Supervisor T is iffy, but that's mostly just because of her connection to Supervisor D, we all feel she'll report anything we say back to D, so we can't talk to T.

Supervisor D is a fucking problem. She's gotten multiple people fired because she just fucking lies about them (me almost being one of those people), she has these stupid little cliques, she tries to get everyone against J, because she thinks J is vying for the Manager job, when J literally just wants us to be able to do our job efficiently, she sit in the office doing Fuck All all fucking day, and she just doesn't make any of us not in her little clique feel like this job is a safe/healthy work environment. (it's not safe for other reasons (namely the borderline p*do on staff which I'll probably complain about in a different ask) but D here is the MAIN reason why)

She got one of our runners fired for 'not doing his job because she never saw him' when she takes the stairs and he has to take the elevator, and the runner job is like, the easiest job to miss and yet the hardest to fucking fill with competent people, but ohhh nooo she never saw him do his job, despite the fact that the job WAS GETTING DONE WHEN HE WAS HERE but no, she never saw him in the halls. :/

D CONSTANTLY rushes us in cleaning the rooms when we have like, three rooms (the normal amount is 5 rooms, each takes around an hour-ish depending on how bad) because she wants to leave, but newsflash old woman I NEED HOURS TO MAKE MONEY TO SURVIVE, just because YOUUUU don't pay rent doesn't mean WE don't.

like an example of that is when she cleaned someone's room for them (for some reason, we weren't even staying late at ALL) then sent them to help me, and I had one room left, so I told them to go stock my room with like, the linen and concessions and shit, and then D got fucking mad at me for not telling her to clean the room ?? First off, that's your fucking job to do, tell her to clean the room, you left it up to me, so i told her to what's best to actually HELP me, second off, you TOOK ONE OF HER ROOMS TO CLEAN ??? WHY NOT JUST LET HER HAVE HER ROOM ????? IF SHE NEEDS TO CLEAN ONE ???

she almost got ME fired, because she said, and i fuckign quote '[op] gets out at the same time as everyone else on purpose so he doesn't have to help others in their rooms]' . fucking WHAT ??

first off, how would you even figure something like that out ? second off, literally no one i asked feels that way (probably except her), and THIRD OFF, NO I FUCKING DON'T ?? I HELP PEOPLE ALL THE TIME ?? THE PEOPLE THAT NEED HELP !! just because I'm not gonna help fucking M over there (who is another problem) doesn't mean I'm not helping. M always has so many rooms, because D TAKES HER OUT TO LUNCH AND LETS HER DRINK ON THE FUCKING CLOCK !! AND THEN LETS HER LEAVE WHEN SHE FEELS SICK FROM BEING DRUNK !! SO WE END UP WITH HER ROOMS ANYWAYS !!!

At the time of this ask, the younger girls (because of course its the girls from 18-21 that are having problems with this old hag :/) and supervisor J are having a meeting with the Manager, that, tbh, if it doesn't fucking go well, I'm walking out. it's gotten that fucking bad.

oh, and :) the manager is part of HR, and we don't even feel like we can go to here about afformentioned borderline p*do :) because she does JACK FUCKING ALL about anything :)

i hate it here. I'm already quitting when I get my W2, but if this meeting tomorrow doesn't go well (or if supervisor D is there at all, as we've requester her fucking NOT be there so we feel safe talking) i'm walking the fuck out of that building tomorrow. What are they gonna do ? fire me ? i'm already walking out girlfriend, and I have a shoe in job for when I leave ANYWAYS ! good luck ! i'll be back for my W2 and my last paycheck when it's there ! i'm sick and tired of y'alls bullshit !!!

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laireshi · 4 months

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caeden | tal'kamar is so very normal about his identity

this is probably an incomplete collection of quotes. he's so messed up. i love him.

“And my name is Caeden now. I’ve changed. The man I was before is gone.” Meldier shook his head. “No. Here, your name will always be Devaed,” he said quietly, bitterness in his tone. Caeden grimaced at that, glancing away.

(An Echo of Things to Come, chapter 15)

“Why do you never refer to me as Devaed?” he asked quietly. Garadis cocked his head to the side. “Because that is not who you are—and it never was. It is the name you chose in order to instill fear in us, the name you chose because you wanted to pretend that your sins were not yours to own. But when we speak of you, Tal’kamar, we speak of you—for better or worse. Whether destroyer or savior, we will never let you hide behind another name.”

(An Echo of Things to Come, chapter 40)

“You need…” Asha trailed off with a humorless laugh. “Of course you do.” She looked him in the eye. “The thing is, Tal’kamar, I’m not sure that I want anything to do with you.” Caeden flinched. “Tal’kamar,” he repeated, shaking his head. “That’s not my name now.” Asha’s lip curled. “How about Aarkein Devaed?”

(The Light of All That Falls, chapter 15)

Davian shook his head bemusedly and focused back on the man, who had paused a few steps away and was examining him dazedly. “You’re Aarkein Devaed.” The man blanched. “Tal. Just… Tal, please,” he said with a wave of his hand.

(The Light of All That Falls, chapter 26)

“Your choices, Tal. Always your choices. Influences don’t get blame or credit.” Caeden grinned suddenly, the conversation evidently straying into territory familiar to both men. Then he stopped, putting a hand on Davian’s shoulder to halt him as well. “Caeden,” he said firmly, taking a deep breath. “Caeden has always been the best version of me. Tal… Tal died in there.” Davian gave him a lopsided smile, clapping him gently on the back. “Caeden.”

(The Light of All That Falls, chapter 48)

#licanius trilogy #licanius #caeden #tal'kamar #aarkein devaed #*lies down*#him...

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random-writerings · 9 months

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Who is your current muse, and who is their faceclaim/what do they look like?What is one item that you associate without fail to them?What is their favourite colour?Is there a song you associate with them? If not, what quote fits the best for them?What do they like doing in their spare time? How much spare time do they get?What one fact do you love about them, but might not have had the chance to share yet?

Hi! Thank you so much for your ask. :)

Current muse and their face claim:

I've been rewatching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. recently so my current muse is Kris Fletcher. Her face claim is Alona Tal.

One item that I associate with them:

It has to be lemons. Deke tries to confess his feelings by giving Kris some lemons and she completely misunderstands the gesture. Then, when she does find out, she likes to tease him about it. But actually she finds it really cute.

Their favourite colour:

Kris doesn't really have a favourite colour until she falls for Deke. Then her favourite colour becomes yellow because of the association with lemons.

A song I associate with them:

The song I associate with Kris the most would have to be Easy by Camila Cabello. I think it really represents how vulnerable she feels when opening up to other people. She's very aware of her ‘bad’ or ‘unlovable’ qualities and she feels she'll never find someone who accepts her as she is. It's also where the title of the fic comes from.

I also associate Control by Zoe Wees with Kris because it perfectly captures how it feels to deal with anxiety and panic attacks. Kris’ powers cause constant anxiety for her and she often feels out of control. So this song really represents her journey to control her anxiety.

What do they like to do in their spare time? How much spare time do they get?

Kris loves movies and tv shows so she's usually watching Doctor Who or 80s movies. She's also a historian so she likes reading history books or old S.H.I.E.L.D. files that Coulson gives her.

After joining S.H.I.E.L.D. she doesn't get much free time. And the free time she does have is usually spent hanging out with the team, drinking beer or watching football with Fitz and Hunter. Although she sometimes misses spending her free time alone, she much prefers hanging out with the others.

One fact I love about them, but might not have had the chance to share yet:

Kris helps Deke out with the Fitzsimmons wedding planning in S5. When it's time to take photos, Mike Peterson takes a photo of the two of them, joking about them becoming wedding planners if the S.H.I.E.L.D. job doesn't work out. Kris lets Deke keep the photo because it's the first photograph ever taken of him (apart from his mugshot).

Then in S6 (a year later), Deke still has that photo. It's framed on his desk at his company and he even goes back to get it when the building is attacked.

#my ocs #oc asks #ocappreciation #oc: kris fletcher #fic: touch me (til i find myself)#thanks for the ask!

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shibaraki · 8 months

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Monty! I am floored….

Your latest one shot is amazing. You are amazing. I’m trying to find the words to describe what I am feeling after reading it. I just love the way you write Touya. You don’t characterize him as a villain, but more as a broken individual who just happened to be dealt the wrong cards in life. I like that you don’t make him change or go on a “righteous path” because he fell in love. You accept his canon characterization and through your writing makes him seem all more real. And that is precious and a gift all in itself. That means you have done something right as a writer.

It brought tears to my eyes, and warmed my heart. I used to not understand the concept of a “inner child”, and tbh I thought it was silly, but recently I have realized that I do have a inner child, one that is broken and needs reassurance that she isn’t in trouble or doing something wrong. I didn’t realize that I often act childish when I am comfortable and happy until recently; and reading TAL, I realized that I can comfort her and I accept her now.

I apologize if that is too personal but I just wanted- no needed to tell you, and thank you. Thank you so much for everything and sharing your stories with us. Reading them has healed an inner part of me who wants to show love and compassion to others, and one who also wants to be loved. *chefs kiss* it’s amazing. You’re amazing, and I wish you all the best

💜

kaelyn 🥹 !!! what a gorgeous message this is. thank you so much for reading it and for coming to share ur thoughts with me. I’m over the moon you enjoyed it!!! writing dabi is always a bit emotional for me just on a personal level, he has a special place in my heart and I identify with him a lot. having reader accept him as he is has always been important, and I think it would be a disservice to have him sway just because he was in love with someone (personal preference), so I’m rly happy you enjoyed those aspects!! it is sort of similar to the conclusion he comes to with his younger self.. in the end he didn’t derive closure from it, instead it just worsened his grief, and I went with that because I believe that would be his genuine response.

inner child stuff is debated a lot. regardless of all that I’m really happy that this fic helped you realise you’re allowed to be kinder to yourself, and to give yourself grace. there’s that quote somewhere about time not being a line but a spiral, yk? so you’re 20 now, but at the same time you’re still 15, and 10, and 5. that’s all you in the same body. whether you use it as a tool in therapy, even if you feel like you haven’t lived a rough enough life to need it, let yourself be a kid sometimes and give that kid what they need. you deserve it!

and don’t worry this isn’t too personal at all. I’m truly so honoured that you loved it and connected with it. I was hoping that some people might! thank you for all your kind words, much love to you my friend! 💛

#asks

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dirty-bosmer · 2 years

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Come Get Your (TES) Fics

Been suffering from some terrible writer’s block lately, so I decided, why not share someone else’s story instead :D Inspired by the many lovely recs and reviews from @dumpsterhipster and her new rec blog @dollar-store-apocrypha, I present to you

Next of Kin - by ClassicHer (@princess-prawn)

Fandom: TES Oblivion Rating: E (Graphic Depictions of Violence) Categories: F/M Genre: Mystery, Crime Thriller, Romance Characters: F!OC, Lucien Lachance, The Dark Brotherhood Status: WIP, 125k words

“The dice were loaded, of course. No other way to play.”

This story is far more than a Dark Brotherhood fic, and while I may have initially clicked for the Lucien Lachance tag, I stayed for the brilliantly crafted, delightfully brash protagonist, the impeccable eye for detail, and the fast, gripping plot, all of which are beautifully woven into one of the most enthralling and original mysteries I’ve read on the archive to date. The intrigue is supplied instantly— I mean, just check out that hook! :o

Set prior to any of the events of Oblivion, Next of Kin follows Talrose Gatthen, a Dunmer living with her younger brother on the Anvil Docks whose fondness for drink complements an equally agreeable penchant for bar-fights and gambling. When Tal returns home from yet another late night out, she discovers that her brother has been taken, and the only surviving trace of the struggle is his pearl necklace, found submerged in a pool of blood.

Rich in suspense and drama and gritty twists, Tal’s journey to track down her brother leads her deep into the underbelly of Cyrodiil’s infamous guild of assassins. Next of Kin features an entirely original plot with a cast of primarily original characters, and yet ClassicHer manages to write the Dark Brotherhood and the broader setting of Cyrodiil with a vibrancy and richness that is both familiarly authentic and impressively novel.

Furthermore, the characterization in this story is some of the best I’ve ever read in fanfiction, with a protagonist that is such a delicious shade of morally-grey, it makes me weak in the knees. Abrasive, angry, and arguably an asshole, Talrose is realistically flawed while remaining sympathetic through very deftly handled moments of earnestness and vulnerability. We are consistently shown through her actions and the reactions of those around her that she is clever, she is violent, brutal by nature, but so too is her determination and resolve given the emotional weight necessary to keep us rooting for her to succeed (Also she is funny as hell). There are so many things I love about her— her dialogue, her narrative voice are just a few of many. The writing is smart, and there’s a sharp cunning to her character, a roguish charm that fits so perfectly with the darker tones of the story overall.

Not only is Tal a compelling deviation from Dark Brotherhood protagonists I’ve read in the past, but the cast as a whole, both major and minor characters, are fully rendered and written to occupy a believable and vividly painted space within the world at large. To quote my comment because I can: “[ClassicHer has] carved out so much extra depth within the world that everything, even the characters and places that I recognize, have this sleek shine to them that strikes me as *new.*” Of course, I could go on, but I think one of many commenters said it best with:

Every character who's appeared onscreen so far has felt like a rich, complex character with their own inner world and motivations, and it does SO much to keep the reader immersed and invested in the story. - Filigreebee

And lastly, I would be remiss not to mention ya boy Lucien Lachance since I know that for many, his name supplies the most immediate spark of interest and source of appeal when selecting a new fic to read. Due to the nature and timing of the setting, Next of Kin features a pre-Speaker Lucien who has not yet come into a position of authority, subverting the common themes of power imbalance and age gaps that we see in many Dark Brotherhood romances. He is believably a career assassin— ambitious, ruthless, frightening, but not without a masterfully balanced streak of humanity which makes the potential for romance (and a gentle romance at that) all the more convincing. Lucien fans, you will not be disappointed.

All in all, a standout story. I mentioned this the first time I recced this fic, but ClassicHer has demonstrated a level of fluidity in her writing that I aspire to one day achieve. I recommend this story to anyone with a remote interest in the Dark Brotherhood, Oblivion, or writing as a craft. Forever a fave— I will be eagerly awaiting any and all updates.

#lmao I said I was gonna keep this to three paragraphs and make it succinct #Srsly tho this is among THE BEST oblivion fics I've ever read #instant rec instant fave #fanfic recs #Lucien lachance #oblivion fic #the dark brotherhood #tes fic #I eat this fic for breakfast

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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My family: talking while we had dinner

My brain: so we will be thinking about Other Max and this whole chapter in these hours. Let me tell you that...

Omg and we went for Christmas to the house of the mother of my aunt, it was all nice ig, but there was this lady who idk who she was but she looked like Izzy Lightwood and I was in awe!!! I stan her tbh. She should dump her boyfriend and he get the Simon Lewis she deserves tho...

Leaving that behind, WHAT DID I READ MA'AM??? I AM EMOTIONALLY IN HELL😭😭

The conversation Other Max had with Alec and him being so chill about this sjhsidjdkd. No one can do it like him🥺

And the talk between Magnus and Max punched my heart repeatedly but it was also so beautiful and Max erasing their memories with the rain. I did NOT expect that!!!

I did wanted to see Max's and David's POV of this clusterfuck though. For pain purposes🙂

But also I'm fricking scared bc what the hell happened for him to learn warlock math and time travel and it wasn't to get David's memories back bc he didn't do THAT so then what is it??😭

Selena is the best babe to ever exist and I LOVE HER OK?!? I STAN. I ADMIRE. I LOVE. I-

He finally told him about the memories!! Fuck yeah!!! I actually screamed and my family was so done bc we were supposed to be doing chores lmao. Maybe I died a little when Max told him everything he could remember about them and the whole "I love you madly" "And I madly love you" but it's ok :) why would I need a heart for?🙂

FUCKING SHADOWHUNTERS AND FUCKING CLAVE AND I HATE EVERYONE IN THIS MOMENT AHHHHH!!! HAVE THEY CHANGED AT ALL???

Ok I know they have but it sometimes doesn't look like it. They exiled David from Idris??? When they just suspected he was a thread??? I had to take several breaks in this scene

And Chopin 😭😭😭no my baby!!! He didn't do nothing wrong!!! And he was lovely!!! I HATE YOU VICTORIA AND I HATE YOU KYLE!!! Yeah I may have cried about the dead of a demon what about it?!?

Also can I marry Achilles?? Everything he said was😍 this man is gorgeous And I am grateful for him everyday!!

I am extremely sad for David. He has lost enough for a lifetime. His memories. His home. Why?? What has he done besides loving others and being so fucking kind??

Rosewood ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Max also waking away from the Clave... Fuck. This will have consequences. But when he says he doesn't want to be anywhere David isn't allowed🥺

And I loooved the scene between Rafel and Max. It shows Rafael understands in some way (and the little flashbacks to when Rafael wanted to strip off his runes was unnecessarily painful) and that Max knows he isn't to blame. Also the quote “You can’t stop us from leaving,” Max told him. “But if anyone can bring us back, it’s you. Fix your Clave, Rafael. Before it gets anyone else hurt.” it hit something on me😭😭

For a second I thought Max wouldn't want to be his suggenes. Thank god that wasn't it!!! And that was the best bachelor party EVER. I LOVE MERLIN!!! And Rafael feeling like a boy is something that can actually be so personal 😭

Rosewood finally going to marry??? In this year??? I am afraid if I blink something will go south lol

What a chapter. And this are just the things I remember rn, which probably aren't a lot bc I am sleepy and a liiiittle drunk. But I did wanted to share the fact that I couldn't keep still while reading this bc it kept me on edge the whole time and I experienced so many things 😭😭

De todos modos, Feliz Navidad!!!! Espero que te la pases muy bien, Dani!! Con personas que te agrade y comida rica y mucho amor y descanso porque te lo mereces!!! Ahora tal vez si tenga que irme a dormir porque ya no puedo pensar en inglés jajsjsh,

💙.💙.💙.

Okay i didn’t understand most of the Spanish and I had to use google translate and I’m not happy about that. 2023 better have more time for my learn Spanish or else 😤😤😤

And lmao reading fanfics during family events is such a mood 😂😂😂😂

Here is a tiktok for you. I don’t even have to say who this is lol. Happy Christmas 🎄

#lbaf

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alphaannapurnabasecamp · 7 months

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Things To Do In Pokhara Nepal

Pokhara, the beautiful lake city in Nepal, is famous all over the world not only for its lakes but also for the beautiful view of the Himalayas. The city has established itself as a destination for paragliding, helicopter flights, rafting, and trekking. Pokhara is the starting point for many trips. Pokhara is the gateway to the Annapurna Circuit, and it is popular with trekkers. Tourism in Pokhara is growing every year. So here are some things to do in Pokhara if you are planning to visit the place.

Boating in Phewa Lake

Boating in Phewa Lake in Pokhara is a wonderful to spend your time. Phewa Lake is the second-largest lake. The lake is located on the side of the mountain. If the weather is clear, you can see the view of Fishtail Mountain and the lake. In Phewa Lake, there is a small island with a temple. During your cruise, you can plan a short visit to this Tal Barahi temple. From the boat, you can enjoy the beautiful view of the paragliders taking off from Sarangkot, Ultralight, and the White Stupa (Peace Pagoda). You can rent a boat as needed, i.e. hourly or daily with or without a guide.

Paragliding from Sarangkot

Paragliding from Sarangkot is one of the best adventurous things to do in Pokhara. If you are in Pokhara then paragliding is a must thing to do in Pokhara. Paragliding in Pokhara allows you to enjoy the best view of Fishtail Mountain in front and the beautiful Phewa Lake below. Many companies operate these tandem flights in Pokhara. It is recommended that you get quotes from different companies to get a better price. The company will pick you up from your hotel and take you to Sarangkot. You can also enjoy the most spectacular view of Pokhara from Sarangkot. Having a bird's eye view of this beautiful city while touring Pokhara will be the best decision.

Bunjee Jumping

Experience the thrill of free-falling on Nepal's highest bungee jump in Pokhara. Pokhara Bungee Jump - the highest bungee jump in the world, Nepal's most beautiful scenery operated by HighGround Bungee. Being able to jump from a tower makes bungee jumping in Pokhara unique compared to other bungee jumping centers in Nepal where people jump from bridges. Located 20 minutes from Phewa Lake, this jump offers a fascinating view of the Himalayas. Also, the natural beauty of the mountains and rivers will amaze you. Pokhara is the best tourist destination, and almost every visitor exploring Nepal will not miss this place.

White Water Rafting

White water rafting in the Seti River is a must-do thing in Pokhara. The rafting center is only 30 minutes from Lakeside Pokhara. The 1.5-hour rafting in Pokhara is full of a non-stop adrenaline rush, a beautiful view of Annapurna mountain, crystal clear Himalayan white water, and beautiful scenery.

Mountain Biking

Pokhara offers one of the best experiences combining hiking with views of mountains and lakes. You can go to Sarangkot by bike and see the beautiful sunrise and sunset. You can also visit various places in Pokhara like Devi Waterfall, Seti Gandaki (River Gorge), Gupteswar Gupha (Cave), Mahendra Gupha (Cave), Bindbyabasini Temple, Matepani Gumba (Buddhist Sanctuary), Pagoda Temple world peace, Lake Begnas, etc. Travel to the green hills through the small villages along the river and visit the temples while exploring the beautiful surroundings. You can rent a bike by the hour or by the day from bike rental shops around town.

Hike To The World Peace Stupa

The World Peace Stupa is also known as the Shanti Stupa. It is a symbol of peace and prosperity. You can walk from Lakeside to the World Peace Pagoda. The domed pagoda has four Buddha images facing the four sides. The pagoda has beautiful architecture. It is recommended to take a boat up the hill towards Phewa Lake and start the trek from there. The walk to the World Peace Pagoda takes about 40 minutes. On the way up, you can enjoy the best view of the Annapurna range.

Skydiving

Get ready to be thrilled by the exciting sky diving in Pokhara. During your skydive, your entire experience will be captured using a GoPro so you can relive all the fun. The landing area is located at Pame Lauruk, 11 kilometers north of Phewa Emerald Lake. Just like paragliding in Pokhara, skydiving is wonderful to thrill yourself while visiting Pokhara to get your adrenaline pumping. If you are in Pokhara and a thrill and adventurous person then you must try this.

Yoga Or Meditation Sessions

If you want to spend some time relaxing, going to a yoga or meditation session would be a good idea for you. There are many places in Pokhara where you can have the best yoga or meditation experience. If you have enough time in Pokhara, you can join a Vipassana session. During this session, you will learn the basics and get enough practice to get the most out of it. During this time, you will be given basic food and will not be allowed to use your phone.

Conclusion

Pokhara is a beautiful place and is famous for various adventurous sports. Apart from sparkling lakes and mountain biking, Pokhara is famous for many activities like Ultra Flight, Zip-flyer, Trekking, Day Trips, and many more.

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daribnkhaldun · 2 years

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vestigesofperversion · 2 years

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[ CAMPAIGN 2, EPISODE 138 ]

MATT: The vial you identify — it worked and acted as Cree’s holy symbol, and the focus for her spellcasting. It does contain the blood of The Nonagon.

LAURA: The blood of the Nonagon…

TRAVIS: Fuuuuck yes *mimes chugging the vial*

TALIESIN: Shots!

MATT: What could possibly go wrong?

TRAVIS: If only we knew how to use that to our advantage.

TALIESIN: A little Clamato juice, some vodka, celery stick.

MARISHA: A “Bloody Molly.”

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buttspocks · 3 years

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is it just me or has anyone felt that the more trek they watch the less they idolize starfleet?

like in the original series we don't get much backstory on it but we know about the prime directive and the very strong morals that the show promotes so TOS starfleet is a shining example of the best of humanity and a utopic future

then through the next generation we see how starfleet treats data regarding his autonomy and rights (gifset here from the measure of a man that I really like) and also his daughter's. in TNG we also see how starfleet displaced entire planets of people near the cardassian border because of a treaty. there's probably a lot more that I'm missing but these are the only examples I can think of right now

in DS9... oh boy DS9. what immediately comes to mind is sisko/Starfleet covering up how they got the romulans to join the alliance against the Dominion. also the treatment of the augments? not cool. I nearly forgot this next point but the soldiers fighting in the Dominion war? the episode where nog loses his leg and you see all these officers in horrible conditions because Starfleet hasn't pulled them out in months. and this is just on one planet, imagine how many troops are in the same place in two quadrants??

section 31 needs its own paragraph. although they're not officially affiliated, section 31 is the dark side of starfleet that they don't want you to see. before DS9, it was really easy to point at the obsidian order and the tal shiar and say "!! government spy agencies bad and cruel! Starfleet is perfect!". DS9 adds so many shades of grey to the star trek universe which is why I like it so much

in voyager, my biggest point is the issue of hologram rights. in life line, it's mentioned that all the mark I EMHs (excluding the doctor) are forced to do menial labour, and it's later revisited and shown in author, author. this really hits differently if you consider guinan's quote (the gifset I mentioned earlier) about "a whole race of disposable people" but while she's talking about data, the same thing applies to sentient holograms. i guess it's easy to look in the other direction when no one is actively fighting for someone's rights

I feel like it's really ironic that Picard says "The first duty of every Starfleet officer is to the truth. Whether it's scientific truth, or historical truth, or personal truth. It is the guiding principle upon which Starfleet is based". or maybe it's not ironic if you look at it in the context that the individuals can be inherently good but system will never be perfect; no organization, however well-meaning, is without flaws

it's so easy to see the human organizations as the good guys and say "Starfleet would never!" but Starfleet would. Starfleet has, and would again

#star trek #very long post #long post #tos #tng #ds9 #voy #starfleet #it's like 4am im not going to check for spelling mistakes #feel free to point out if i missed anything

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hotdamnhunnam · 4 years

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Jax Teller: How to Suck a Dick

A/N: Because that Jax quote “teach you how to suck a dick” made me fucking implode and just needs to be written into a fic 🥵 Reader is a badass bitch in this, but ends up on her knees in front of him because she can’t resist...

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, Jax being bossy as fuck as you give him a blowjob (obvs)

Word Count: ~2.5k

What kind of suck-ass town goes by the name of Charming, you can’t help but think, rolling your eyes with an exasperated sigh as you drive by the tacky welcome sign. This has to be the most pathetic gig you’ve ever been assigned. It just feels wrong. You haven’t been an ATF agent for long, but even though you’re new and young, you have already been established as the baddest bitch in your entire unit. And yet here you are stuck in some redneck dump, America’s goddamned armpit. This is absolute bullshit. Fucking bullshit.

Your team had decided to send you in since the first agent assigned here was royally screwing it up. How is that even possible with such a pointless job? Apparently Charming’s problem is a wannabe gang of white trash biker boys who like riding around town all day just to make noise and show off their big shiny toys.

When you arrive on the scene to take over the case from your idiot colleague, you’re hardly surprised to find him in a close confrontation with one of those guys. One of those dickhead bikers for sure—you can tell from the crude, cocky sound of his voice.

You can’t see much of him from where your car is pulling in. Just a leather vest and loose jeans and a dumb blonde I-don’t-care haircut that he must think makes him look so fucking cool. God, what a tool.

As you step out of the driver’s seat and strut toward the two men, you hear the biker hurling insults at your fellow agent. “They teach you how to suck a dick in ATF school?”

Reaching for your badge as you approach, you’re all prepared to whip it out with class and grace, and put the damn fool in his place. “No, but they taught us how to...” your voice then catches in your throat, when you lay eyes for the first time upon his face—the badge immediately slips out of your grip, one word stuttering off your lips. “... f-fuck.”

So much for class and grace. No such luck.

The bastard’s stupidly blue eyes flash up toward you, somehow piercing through your clothes, and you are seriously screwed. He’s not gonna let you live down how you finished that sentence with ‘fuck’ just a second ago. “Oh, is that so?”

Oh shit. Oh no. Do you have legal clearance to shoot him just for his audaciously gorgeous appearance? You hope so. That’d be such a waste of a fine piece of ass, though...

The golden boy shamelessly checks you out up and down, gaze twinkling, drinking you in. Then proceeds to remind you about the embarrassing fumble that just happened. “Looks like you dropped something, darlin’....”

Darlin’?? Darlin’?!?!? Ugh, the fucking nerve of him! You clear your throat, trying and failing to compose yourself. Glance at the badge that had so clumsily tumbled onto the road. “Yeah, I—uh... I saw.”

“Nah, not the badge. No one cares about that,” he goes on with a mischievous smirk and a shake of his painfully pretty head. “I meant your jaw.”

At that, your jaw drops even further for a minute. Fucking shit. This guy is radiating so much big dick energy you cannot even handle it.

You want to, though. You want to handle all of it. And he already knows.

“Let me get that for ya.” He gestures down casually at your badge on the street. “Bet you’d like that, huh? Squat down and give you an excuse to check out my ass, too?”

Oh, this is too much. Your sense of self-righteousness bubbles to the surface and erupts. “Listen, you—”

“Think you can tell me what to do?”

“Damn right.”

“Darlin’, I’d like to see you try.”

“You call me darlin’ one more time and I...”

Meanwhile the other fed is standing by, speechless and shooting you some mad side-eye.

The biker interrupts. “You’ll what?”

The thirst you feel for him is so real that you’re bound to lose this battle, choking on a puddle of your own drool, if you try to keep this up. So you just bend down to retrieve your badge and play it cool, keeping your stupid mouth shut.

But then the motherfucker has the nerve to say the hottest goddamn thing you’ve ever heard. “Yeah, that’s right. Shut up and bend over, slut.”

At this point your pussy is throbbing in heat. You’re lucky that you somehow manage not to trip over your own feet and fall facedown on the street.

The other agent finally speaks up in your defense. You wish he wouldn’t. “Look here, asshole—I know you’ve got a massive problem with authority and all, but she...”

“Problem with authority? Oh, I don’t got a problem when it looks that pretty.” The biker’s blue eyes are on you again as you stand up unsteadily, struggling to gather up your dignity. “I just need both of you to know you ain’t got nothing on SAMCRO. Sure as hell ain’t got shit on me.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” you huff, casually whipping out a pair of handcuffs, hoping you can channel your inner boss bitch back again. “This case is mine now and I’m here to bring your dumb ass in for questioning. So you’re gonna stow that big overgrown ego and come with me to the station. Don’t make me use these.”

The glint of metal from the cuffs reflects and sparkles in those gorgeous eyes of his, as if they weren’t already sparkling enough. “Ohh, what a tease...” he banters playfully. “You know before the day is over you’re the one who’s gonna end up on your knees?”

Of course you know. You know exactly how this day is gonna go. This badass biker stud is gonna turn you into his cocksucking slut and teach you how to blow him till you fucking choke.

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Two minutes later, you and Jax Teller—even his name, as you found out along the way, is hot as hell—are pulling up into the nearest motel.

“Well, well,” he snickers from the backseat of your squad car, no doubt picking up on how painfully horny you are. “So much for heading to the station...”

“Shut up. I’m impatient.”

“Since when do feds take care of questioning in crap motels, darlin’?”

“I told you not to call me that again.”

“You think I’d listen?”

No, of course you didn’t.

Two more minutes later and you’re finally in a room alone with him. Burning with the desire to rip his clothes off and devour him limb from limb...

Jax shuts the door and swaggers over toward you. “So tell me, agent. What’d you bring me here to do?”

God, that cunt-soaking smirk on his face is awakening all of your deepest kinks. “What do you think?”

“Well, we both know it ain’t for questioning...” he reckons, walking up to where you’re standing. “I think it has something to do with you hearing me talk about teaching you how to suck dick.”

You visibly squirm at the sound of him saying those words again. “Oh, you cocky son of a bitch...”

His smirk widens into a grin, as he comes closer, close enough for you to feel the heat of him against your skin. “I put the cock in cocky, baby.”

Ugh, shut up and put that cock in me.

You don’t say that out loud, not yet; instead you summon all the strength you have to step back just a bit, standing with both hands on your hips. Pretending while you can that you are still the boss. “Okay, hot shot. Enough talk—time to show me what you got. Let’s see.”

Jax doesn’t waste another minute. Licks his sinfully pink lips, already getting off on just how desperate you are for this. “All right, darlin’. If you insist...”

The next few seconds feel like a slow-motion blur, of blue jeans and white boxers falling to the floor. You’re already panting like a whore. Eager for all your wildest wet dreams to come true...

There are no words for the sensation that consumes you as Jax Teller’s cock finally comes into view. It’s motherfucking huge. And not just big—it’s goddamn stunning—the most perfect shade of pink, heavy and thick, prominent veins coursing along its luscious length, exuding raw power and strength... In every way, it’s even more amazing than you had imagined.

And it shows. Jax Teller knows that his cock is perfection and that he’s a god among men. Calls you out on your gawking reaction. “There goes that jaw dropping again.”

You roll your eyes at that, though honestly they were already rolling in bliss to the back of your head. “You and my jaw... what’re you gonna fucking do about it, huh?”

He comes closer, dominating you already with the force of his blue gaze, your heartbeat hastening with every word he says and every move he makes. “Fuck your face till it breaks.”

That’s all it takes. Next thing you know you’re on your knees, just as he knew you would inevitably be. “Oh God, yes, please...”

With one strong hand he takes a firm grip of your head, the other wrapped around his dick, to keep its distance from your lips, leaving your gaping mouth just hanging in the space between his legs. “Darlin’, you’re gonna have to beg.”

Oh fuck—you need him now, so bad you can’t...

Jax goads you on. “That’s step one. Tell me what you want.”

Whatever words you’re even capable of forming, you just blurt them out. “I want that big beautiful cock inside my mouth. Right fucking now.”

“Think you deserve this dick?”

You honestly don’t give a shit. “I need it—”

“Greedy bitch,” he teases, swiping it against your lips, letting your tongue flick out to slurp all over it and lick the sweet droplet of precum off the tip.

One lick and you’re a fucking addict. “Holy shit, Jax... dick is not supposed to taste like that.”

He lets out a cocky rumble of a laugh. “Like what? Best piece of meat you ever had?”

“God, you are so bad...”

“Look who’s talkin’, slut,” he says. “Federal agent on your fucking knees in front of me. Supposed to be working a case, instead you’re begging me to fuck your filthy whore face.”

You’ve never heard anyone talk so goddamn dirty. Fuck, it’s making you so thirsty. You go on begging for just a few more seconds, till Jax finally thinks you're worthy, though you know that really nobody could ever be.

He talks you through step two: using your tongue and lips to literally worship his entire dick, from base to tip, kissing and licking every fucking perfect inch of it, slicking it up with a sloppy mess of juices, his delicious precum mixed in with the flood of your own spit.

And when it’s time for step three... finally... you’re so excited you can barely breathe. Soon you won’t be able to breathe at all—and you don’t want to be. You want your nose grinding into those gorgeous golden curls right at the base, your lower lip smashed up against his sweaty balls, inhaling his intoxicating musky scent as you savor the taste, the smell and flavor of Jax Teller as he drives his dick deep down your throat and fucks your fucking face.

He’s so enormous that you can’t manage it right away. He teases you at first, knowing you like the way it hurts, then teaches you until it works. It’s so insanely hot the way he fucking smirks, as he shows you just how to power through your gag reflex till it doesn’t exist. To take his throbbing cock deeper and deeper down your eager throat with each thrust of his hips, his thick girth smothering your tongue and stretching out your lips.

The more he dominates your face, the more completely you submit. He’s blowing your mind way more than you’re blowing his. You can't even begin to wrap your head around this state of total bliss.

Literal heaven on earth is what it is.

When Jax is ready to explode... nothing could ever have prepared you for the feeling of his load, as it pumps straight into your throat. His massive dick convulses on your tongue with each powerful pulse of white hot cum, creamy and thick, rope after rope, every drop made to be swallowed. You struggle to gulp it all down as you splutter and choke. High on the way it feels and tastes. Jax holds your head firmly in place, his breathing heaving out in heated gasps and groans, in rhythm with your stifled moans, until he’s finally finished with your face.

Then there’s step four—to thank him for the privilege of being used as his cocksucking whore. You end up doing that before he even tells you. On instinct you already knew. Which earns you some well-deserved praise.

“That’s a good little slut,” he says, smiling as he pulls out of your slobbery mouth with a gratified grunt, softly slapping the tip of his satisfied dick on your face, and then flopping down onto the floor alongside you as you both come down from your sex-induced daze.

Once your senses are clear again, somewhat, you glance at the clock. You’re an important woman with places to be. But with Jax you are—much more importantly—just a cheap slut who needs more of that big beautiful perfect cock...

Jax speaks up just then, seeming to read all the thoughts and needs swirling around in your head. “So you said... ATF school taught you how to fuck?”

You sigh and roll your eyes, wishing you could take back that stupid slip-up, from when you two had first met. You do not like to be mocked. But he won’t let you forget. So you force yourself off of the floor, with half a mind to gather up your stuff and head right out the door. “Ugh, shut up...” you grumble at him as you cling to your deluded sense of pride.

The sexy motherfucker chuckles in a pussy-slaying way that gets you all fucked up inside. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “Hey, just sayin’, darlin’—look, I taught you how to suck... now it’s your turn to teach me something, don’t you think?”

Well, when Jax Teller puts it like that... it’d be no use to try to deny him. He knows you need more of him, bad. You’re finding, in fact, that you don’t even mind the whole darlin’ thing.

Honestly, you’re warming up to this shithole called Charming. This really feels like the beginning of a profitable bond between SAMCRO and ATF. Even if the entire bond is built on Jax fucking your face... and maybe finding other ways to get each other off.

You smile back at him and shrug. “Fair enough.”

“Damn right,” he replies with a devilish glint in his eyes, so damn hot you could die. “Take me to bed, you dirty little fed. And bring the cuffs.”

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Kloktober Day 9: Crossover or Your Fave AU (but kinda both?)

For today’s prompt I wanted to send some love to one of my other main fandoms, so yeah. It’s a Dragon Age AU.

Putting the character descriptions under a cut because I’ve thought way too much about this au and it got long.

Skwisgaar: Dalish Elf Rogue (bard). Even though he was the best musician in his clan, he was never satisfied with that. So, he decided to venture out into the world so he could accumulate the fame and fortune he deserves. On the way, some other elf started following him. At first Skwisgaar thought he was going to be a nuisance, but it turns out that the kid has some dark magic powers that proved to be exceptionally useful in a fight. So, Skwisgaar’s keeping him around for now.

Toki: City Elf Mage (blood mage). He grew up in isolation due to his magic, Elsa-style. When he was younger, he was contacted by a spirit. Toki was so lonely that he welcomed any opportunity to make a friend. Except, whoops no it was a demon lol. The demon ended up taking over Toki’s mind and slaughtering everyone in his village, leaving him all alone. Toki has no memory of his involvement. He has no idea that he’s always fighting off demon possession. Like a curse, everyone Toki cares about ends up dying horribly. Except for this Dalish music-player he started following. Maybe he’s learning to control his powers. Or maybe he just doesn’t care about him, so the curse isn’t taking effect.

Murderface: Casteless Dwarf Rogue (assassin). He grew up in Dust Town and had to resort to a life of crime in order to get by. Even though he’s a relatively-skilled assassin and smuggler, he mostly gets handed the jobs that no one else wants. When Murderface found out that his gang was going to use him as a scapegoat for one of their failed operations, he abandoned his home and fled to the surface.

Nathan: Vashoth Qunari Warrior (reaver). He was born outside of the Qun, but he was always curious about his roots. He tried joining the Qun, but he felt that he didn’t fit in. So he left the Qun, which made him Tal-Vashoth. Unfortunately, he didn’t feel like he fit in with the Tal-Vashoth either, so he abandoned them as well, leaving him as an outcast of outcasts. Now he’s wandering around, looking for a purpose but mostly not doing anything. Some dwarf started hanging out with him and he seems cool. Might fuck around and invent death metal.

Pickles: Exiled Dwarf Warrior (berserker). He was born to a relatively high-standing family in the Merchant Caste. Unfortunately at his brother’s wedding, Pickles got very drunk and caused a scene that was so horrible and brutal, that the only way for his family’s honor to be restored was for Pickles to be exiled to the surface. Pickles didn’t really mind, as he hated those guys anyway. Once on the surface, he made fast friends with some Qunari guy, so things seem to be looking up for him no pun intended.

Magnus: Human Apostate Mage (necromancer). He used to be in the Circle of Magi, but he felt like his work was never appreciated. Upon reading his work, his fellow mages and scholars have called it “pretentious” and “bad”. A notable quote from his former roommate, Charles: “Magnus, it’s 3 AM. Stop reading me your thesis”. Magnus wasn’t going to have any of that. So, he escaped the Circle and fled for either Tevinter or Nevarra in the hopes of finding other mages who will appreciate his work.

Abigail: Human Circle Mage (spirit healer). Her main focus in magic was meant to be healing, but her studies lead to her growing increasingly fascinated with spirits and the Fade. However, she already declared her major and changing it is a whole thing. Also she is well aware of the risks that can come from getting too close to Fade studies. So she’s been observing her colleague, Knubbler, who has been studying this area and using him as a guinea pig of sorts. Member of the Aequitarians.

Charles: Human Circle Mage (knight enchanter). He became a knight enchanter to keep up appearances and also he already had some sword training, but he has an academic interest in blood magic and necromancy. He keeps this a secret from the rest of the Circle, but it’s a field of study he’s fascinated with. Member of the Lucrosians and he’s also their president.

Knubbler: Elven Circle Mage (rift mage). The Circle was hesitant with allowing one of their mages to study the rifts in the Fade so closely, to which Knubbler said “babes, it’s fine. i can handle this”. Anyway, Knubbler ended up losing his mind. He was going to be made tranquil, but the Circle realized that he’s more weird than dangerous now. Changes fraternities every other week but he’s currently an Isolationist.

#metalocalypse #dethklok #mtl #kloktober #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #william murderface #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #magnus hammersmith #abigail remeltindtdrinc #charles foster offdensen #dick knubbler #dragon age

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imnotwolverine · 3 years

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The Accidental Family - Chapter 4

Henry Cavill x OFC - multi-chapter

< Chap 3 | Chap 4 The First Date night | Chap 5 >

Disclaimer: fluff, mild smuttiness, some strong language

Word count: 2.303

Author’s note: I had so much food the past couple of days 😂So yea, despite the Christmas days having been weird at best, me and my bf had quite a bit of fun - and a whole lot of romantic dinners to kill the time. And ..now we’re talking romantic dinners..

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‘Black or purple, what do you think?’ Henry held up the two ties before Kal, the dog tilting his head left and right, as if deciding which one was better. The answer was apparently quite simple according to Henry’s dog; with an excited huff the Akita jumped right up in Henry’s face, licking him all over.

‘Yea, yea, hahahah - that’s the goal. Hahahah. You got me there. So..no tie, then?’ He pushed the dog back down and ruffled him through his thick fur. Kal borked softly and Henry agreed. ‘Very well, a little less formal is probably better, you’re right. We’re having a date at home, anyways.’

Henry breathed in deeply and looked in the direction of the kitchen, his stew simmering on a low fire as he heard Phoebe rummage upstairs, some closet cabinets opening and closing in a mildly hasty manner.

With Henry still in full recovery, it was decided that it would be best to just stick to a cute home dinner for their first dinner date since his memory loss - just to avoid any overzealous fans that would disturb him in a restaurant after the news had been released that he had suffered a serious head injury in a motorcycle accident.

The accident had left many scars. Both physical and mental. It was weird to be here at home now more people lived here, the kids on a prolonged stay with the grandparents while Henry and his wife recuperated from the shake-up his - their - life had had.

In the past days Henry had seen about every specialist and doctor in the book. He went from lengthy couch sessions with a psychologist - the story of the introduction of his kids having been received with mild horror - to the keeping of sleep and medication schedules with his doctor to make sure he got enough recovery and rest in between re-learning the basics of his new life.

The fact that a good many people surviving such head trauma would never be the same, troubled Henry greatly, and so whenever he was allowed to search the internet, which was sparingly, he scoured it like a starved man, the printer in the living room doing over-time to print all the articles and research he had found.

But, all that research would have to wait for the moment. First he’d have to get reacquainted with another part of his life: his wife. And even now as he heard her rummage around the master bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter with nerves.

What if she didn’t like the new Henry? What if he couldn’t fall in love with her. Or the sex would be awful, or..

NO! Stop those thoughts.

Looking back in the hallway mirror, he unbuttoned his blouse a little further, a little peek of chest hair popping out over the sleek white fabric.

‘Button up or down?’ Henry looked over at Kal, but the dog thought his human dad was being ridiculous, his body turning around to trod back to the kitchen to slobber up some water.

‘..Very well then.’

It was near surprising how easy dinner went by. Which of course, shouldn’t be too much of a surprise; Henry and Phoebe had several dinners at home before this one, though they never had been quite so romantic. Henry had turned the lights down low and lit some candles, the kitchen radio playing some soft jazzy music playing in the background.

With dinner over and the dirty plates returned to the dishwasher - the dance of moving around the kitchen together now quite well practised, they ended up on the couch, the both of them sipping on some tea, since it was strongly advised not to consume alcohol after Henry’s brain injury.

‘So...’ Henry finished the last sip of his tea and placed it on the side table next to his right elbow, his blue eyes searching for his wife’s slightly dazed expression - she did have a wine or two with his stew.

‘Hmm?’

‘Are you falling asleep on me, wife?’

‘Hahaha you wish.’

‘I do wish.’

‘Oh stop it!’ Her cheeks burned a bright pink, making Henry chuckle - at least he still got some of his charms.

‘I WAS actually wondering about what you mentioned earlier. When I asked you on this date..remember?’

‘Yea…’ She lifted her legs and crossed them, snuggling herself more comfortable in her nook on the couch, lips blowing over her slowly cooling tea.

‘What did you mean by “we never really dated”?’ Henry quoted the last words with his fingers.

‘Oh!’ She quickly looked away, her hands deciding it was best to put her tea away on the side table on her side of the couch. ‘Yea….’ She looked back at Henry. ‘That’s a funny story..’

‘Mmm?’

‘Okay, okay. So, I’m just curious. How do you think we met?’ Her eyebrows rose in expectation, her body fully turning towards him, legs still crossed before her chest. Henry also turned slightly, his arm stretching out over the back of the couch, his fingertips just about able to reach her knees.

‘Hmm. I’ve actually thought about that. Though of course I don’t know. But ehh..’ He squinted his eyes a little, as if playfully wanting to guess. ‘I think I met you on set.’

‘How’s that?’

‘I don’t know. Just a feeling.’

‘Well. It’s not. Try again.’

‘Okay..Ehm, then I totally met you at the grocery store and hit on you so hard that you thought I was some weird creep?’

She laughed. ‘That has happened. Not with you though.’

‘Shame.’

Phoebe laughed and shook her head. ‘Dork.’

‘OH! A comic book store?! A Comic Con? A..’

‘No, and.. no.’

‘Alright, I don’t know. Spill the beans, wife-dear.’

She shot him an exasperated look, before clicking her tongue. ‘We shagged at an after party.’

Henry’s face blanked. ‘I’m sorry, say that again: AT an after party?’

‘Yea..we definitely did it AT the after party.’

‘Was I drunk?’

Phoebe laughed. ‘Shit Henry. Of course we were. We both were. I wouldn’t for the life of me shag anyone on any party, but there we were, fumbling hands and tearing expensive dress shirts in a toilet stall.’

Henry’s eyes widened at her words.

‘Yea..classy, right? And you left me a little present too.’

‘We’re not talking about just a phone number here, huh?’

‘Nope. You knocked me up with our ray of sunshine, Sam. Funny thing was that I lost my phone that night, and with it your number. I then contacted your assistant, Aunt Lea, whom TOTALLY didn’t believe you’d do anything of the sort, so it took me a good three months to get in contact with you.’

‘Holy crap.’

Phoebe sighed deeply and turned away again, as if wishing to shut out Henry from her thoughts. ‘Yea, it’s been a wild ride.’

‘Wait.’ Henry pushed himself a little closer so he could brush a hand over her shoulder, his eyes searching the curve of her nose and the pull of her lips. ‘Do you regret it? It’s okay if you do. I mean, we’re all out, bums out - besides I can’t remember a thing of the things you just said.’

Phoebe shook her head. ‘No.’ She finally looked back up at Henry, her eyes a lot more warm and welcoming than he had expected. ‘I was already smitten with you before I rang this doorbell to give you the happy news you were about to become a dad...and I’d have kept sweetheart Sam either way the wind would have blown.’

‘Sam..Fixing his dad and all.’ Henry smiled.

‘Gods.’ Phoebe chuckled. ‘That was bad.’

‘Kinda. I’ll need some help with managing that rowdy bunch.’ Henry sighed, feeling Phoebe’s hand reaching out to brush through his curls again - he liked it.

‘I had a good night.’ She said.

Henry looked at her and instantly felt his heart flutter, his stomach dropping and palms going sweaty. It was quite obvious that IF he wanted to make a move, he’d have to do it now. And so, with perhaps a bit too awkward a hastiness, he scooted closer to Phoebe, his black burning eyes staring down into her expecting dark blues.

‘I liked it too. I like YOU..too.’ He breathed, making her eyes also grow darker by the second.

‘Good,’ She whispered, switching her focus between his left and right eye, noses slowly crawling closer to one another until their lips were but a breath away from touching.

‘Can I kiss y..-?’

His words lingered somewhere in between the crashing of their two bodies, Phoebe’s arms eagerly pulling him towards her, her lips savouring the taste of mint tea and musk on his tongue. And as eagerly as they started, so eagerly it to-tal-ly escalated. In moments Henry had flipped her flat onto the couch, his hands scorching the skin on her neck and chest, fingertips teasing and touching whatever piece of flesh her simple black dress revealed.

‘FUCK.’ She whined, turning her head to offer him more neck for him to bite down into.

Henry growled and lowered his hip, making her feel the eagerness he felt in the tightness of his dress pants, the fabric strained around his crotch.

‘Oh gods,’ Her breath hiccuped and were it not for Henry’s attentiveness, he wouldn’t have picked up on the tears that had started to spill from her eyes, his body immediately pushing back up before he wiped the stray hairs in her face away, worried eyes studying her trembling lips and blurry gaze.

‘I-I’m so sorry.’ She mumbled, turning her head into the couch pillow, wishing to hide from his penetrative gaze.

‘No, no. It’s okay. Sshhh.’ He sat up on his haunches and pulled her with ease onto his lap, his chin pressing down onto her head as she cried into the open V of his shirt, his chest hair wetting with her agony - yep he kept it buttoned down. ‘Sshhh.’ He hushed, pressing more and more kisses into her golden hair. ‘I’ve got you.’

‘I’ve missed you so much.’ She whimpered, and it was in that moment Henry hated himself for the way his erection twitched beneath the plush of her thighs, his mind having to focus on anything but her scent and warmth - and failed. Henry failed miserably, Bee’s head starting to shake “no” as she pushed herself off his lap.

‘Fwooo…’ She breathed, focusing on slowing her breath before she looked back at Henry with watery eyes, their bodies separated by the magic of opposing magnetic energy; if Henry tried to come closer, she leaned back and vice versa.

‘Maybe we should give THAT a little more time.’ She chuckled through her tears, the back of her hand wiping away the smudge of mascara that was running down her cheek.

‘I’m sorry about that.’ Henry muttered, feeling like he had failed completely, though thankfully Phoebe could only see the hilarity of it:

‘Guess nothing much has changed in that department.’ She sighed and turned her body back towards him. ‘Is it okay if we sleep apart for a little bit? Just to..-’

‘Calm down?’

‘Yea.’ Her lips curled in a smile.

‘I’m not really used to sleeping with women on the first date anyways.’

Phoebe laughed, poking him in the bicep. ‘OH PLEASE, don’t tell me I was the only one you ever..’

Henry laughed along and shrugged with boyish innocence: ‘Can’t remember, but from what I know, I ...never..’

‘Will you go on another date with me though?’

Henry let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He was pleased with her gentle plea, his hand catching hers to press a sweet and tender promise of a kiss onto the back of her hand. ‘Absolutely.’

That night Henry found himself bunking up with a bed full of stuffies, the bed of his 4-year old the only one he could somewhat fit into.

Turning towards the stuffies, he remembered the notes his wife had given him in the past days: Sam had a stuffy named Mr. Stinky, which he had left behind to watch over his other friends while he was away.

Henry studied the line up of rabbits, elephants, bears and foxes. Which one was Stinky anyways? His wife had said it in between a avalanche of other information, so Henry hadn’t quite managed to catch on like he so wished.

‘Oh..There’s a LOT to learn huh..Mr Stinky? Or ..were you Mr Stinky?’ He looked from stuffy to stuffy, the large beady eyes looking back at him in silence. With a slight smirk on his face Henry pushed his nose into their fluffy bellies, inhaling deeply to find out which one would be Mr. Stinky. But, apparently it was just a name; they all smelled fine.

Rolling onto his back, he switched off the Mario mushroom shaped night light, the ceiling above glowing up with a hundred small stars that had been put up to keep the nightmares at bay.

‘Woa..’ He breathed, feeling his heart flip at the idea that everything about this was real. He had kids. He had..a wife. A family life. And now all he needed to learn was how to fit into his new role. This new ..Henry. And, for the fuck of sakes: if he wasn’t going to jerk off soon, he’d jump his wife before the night was through. It was quite clear how they had never made it to a first date; she simply made his heart and loin ache in a way he had never quite felt before.

Sighing deeply he looked back at the dark row of judgmental beady eyes next to him. He chuckled.

‘Yea...let’s not do that here.’

Chap 5 >

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