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txemrn · 1 year

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The Easter Magic

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson-Ramsey), with special appearances by Alan Ramsey, Louise Ramsey and Cord Ramsey

Word Count: ~2498

Warning: fairly fluffy; smallest sprinkle of angst; a few curses

A/N: Some characters and plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry

A/N 2: I wanted to join in on the Easter fun, so I am participating in two different prompt challenges. This is my submission for @choicesflashfics, where I am using Prompt #3: "I don't know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?" I am also submitting this to @aprilchallenge with the following prompts: bunny, Easter eggs, laughter, love, kiss, happy, hug. Thank you for allowing me to participate, and thank you for hosting these events! All prompts will be in bold.

A/N 3: Huge thanks to @sfb123 for helping me figure out the ending. We're going to get you on the OPH bus before you know it! This fic was not beta'd or pre-read. Please excuse my errors.

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Turning the ignition off, Tatum looks at her watch. Shit. 9:22PM. She's missed bedtime. Again.

She grabs her shopping bags along with her hospital duffle bag and computer briefcase, and hurries through the garage and to the elevators.

Tatum sneaks into the darkened apartment, padding softly into the kitchen where she begins unpacking her groceries. She pulls out her pie crusts as she places a pot of water to boil on the stove. She sets the temperature to the oven as she pulls out a carton of eggs as well as several packages of fresh cut meats and cheeses for tomorrow's brunch.

As she waits for everything to warm, she retreats to a special walk-in closet under the stairs that stores holiday decorations. She pulls out Cord's Easter basket along with leftover plastic eggs and fake grass from last year's festivities. Spreading out all of her basket and egg hunt supplies on the counter, she notices that her husband did exactly what she had asked: set carrots out with Cord for the Easter Bunny. God, he's the better parent. She would've given anything to have been home, but she couldn't exactly leave in the middle of surgery.

She checks on the stove and oven once more, ensuring that everything is continuing to preheat. She digs in a grocery bag, and grabs a stencil of a bunny paw print, glitter and a bottle of baby powder before heading back to the front door. Climbing on her knees, she presses the shape to the hardwood floor before sprinkling the white particles and glitter across the cutout.

"I don't know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?"

Tatum startles, dropping the bottle of powder as dust billows around her in the air. "Ethan," she coughs into a chuckle, waving the clouds out of the way. "You scared me."

He squats down, a smirk on his face. "What is this mess?"

"I am making Easter Bunny footprints," she states as she returns to the project.

"O…kay," Ethan furrows his eyebrows, "why?"

"It's part of the Easter magic, Ethan," she retorts, "apparently, it's not enough that Cord wakes up to a basket full of goodies. We have to make it look like the Easter Bunny actually broke into our home–by the way, can you take a bite out of the carrot you set out?"

Ethan stares out the powdery prints on the ground before glaring at the carrot. "There’s Easter magic now?"

Tatum scoffs, throwing her hands in the air. "Yes, Ethan, I have to create Easter magic now or else I'm a bad mom."

Ethan's eyes widen. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who said anything about being a bad mom?"

Tatum sighs, sliding off of her knees and into a sitting position. "No one," she dusts off her hands, "but I'm just sick of the other moms at the school giving me those judgmental looks with their snide comments. Like, I committed an unforgivable sin by having a baby and choosing to work."

"They aren't so bad," Ethan shrugs, relaxing his face nonchalantly. "The other moms are always nice to me–"

"That's because they think you're hot!"

"Oh, you're deranged," Ethan swipes his hand in the air.

"Am I, Ethan?" Tatum scowls. "I went to Cord's field trip to the duck pond, and four moms asked where you were!"

"Oh," he shakes his head grimacing, but then quickly turns back to Tatum. "Which ones were asking about me?"

With a grumble, Tatum squirts white dust in the air towards her husband before charging back into the kitchen.

"Oh c'mon, Tate, I was joking," Ethan chuckles, sauntering cautiously into the kitchen. He gently grabs her elbow, pulling her into his body before enveloping her in his arms. "Hey," he whispers, his lips barely tickling her ear. "You are an extraordinary mom." Tatum looks up at her husband with glassy eyes as he continues. "Those women? They're jealous because… well, hell, you're hot, too," he snickers, his comment making his wife fall into giggles. He kisses her forehead, "they hate that you have it all: the job you love, the adorable son with excellent genes, I might add, and let's not forget–"

"Yeah, yeah," she interrupts sardonically, "the hot husband." Tatum catches Ethan's lips with hers as she slips her arms around his waist. She relaxes her head against his chest as he continues to pepper her hair with kisses, falling into a comfortable silence. "I just want him to have a happy childhood," Tatum admits softly.

"You don't think he does?"

"I'm scared I'm screwing him up," her voice starts to tremble before she clears her throat. "I just love him so much. Will he look back and remember 'Mom made everything special,' or will he remember that his mom chose to work, that his mom wasn't there for bedtime, or that I didn't buy him microgreens–"

"Wait," Ethan interrupts, pulling back and giving a curious glare at his wife. "Microgreens?"

"Yes, your son asked me for 'microgreens' because Hayleigh Grayce's mom," Tatum singsongs the name obnoxiously, "told him that if he ate those rather than his goldfish crackers, he'd get taller and stronger."

"Are you fucking kidding me? That woman's got a lot of nerve," Ethan fumes. "Besides, he loves goldfish–"

"Not anymore," Tatum rolls her eyes.

"Did you get him the microgreens?"

"He's four!" She sasses, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm happy when he even tastes something green and doesn't spit it out!"

The couple falls into laughter as an alarm on the oven chirps, notifying them that the appliance has been preheated.

"Is this for tomorrow?" Ethan surveys the prep work Tatum has started on the counter.

"Mhmm," she hums, cracking eggs in a bowl before whipping them. "Don't forget; your dad's picking up Louise, and they'll be here around 9."

"Speaking of shitty parents," Ethan jokes, Tatum playfully slapping his arm. He chuckles, shielding himself; but then his eyebrows raise. "And you see? Even if you are a terrible parent, there's always hope for later life."

An unnerving frown etches on Tatum's features. Ethan draws closer to her, planting his mouth against her neck. "Hey," he kisses the sensitive skin again, "you are doing a remarkable job with our son."

Tatum's eyes meet Ethan's crystal pools. "Thank you, baby," she croons, slipping her hands around his neck for one last hug.

"So," Ethan claps, "what's left to do for this Easter Magic stuff?"

Ethan and Tatum finished prepping for the family brunch. They made the 'Easter bunny' paw prints, and left the carrots out with visible teeth marks for Cord to find.

They started stuffing Easter eggs when Ethan noticed Tatum's energy waning. She had been at work since 7AM post holiday call, and now it was close to midnight. He insisted they both head to bed, that they could finish the egg-stuffing--and hiding--in the morning. Before she could even tuck herself in, Tatum was out like a light.

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With boisterous laughter echoing through the master bedroom, Tatum's eyes anxiously pop open, instantly greeted with the bright light of the morning sun. She sits up, rubbing her eyes briskly with her fingertips. "Ethan?" She calls out, reaching for her discarded watch. 9:28AM. Shit. She overslept. She jumps out of bed, grabs her robe and hurries out the door.

Why didn't Ethan wake her up? He knew how important this morning was to–

"Mommy!"

"Oof!" Cord instantly crashes into his mom, throwing his arms around her legs. "Morning, baby," she chuckles, squatting down to take him in her arms. She nuzzles her nose into his blond hair, rubbing circles on his back.

"He came!"

Tatum pulls back from her embrace. "Who came?"

"The Easter Bunny!" Cord grabs her hand, eagerly pulling for his mom to follow. "C'mon! I'll show you!" They scurry to the front door area, Tatum pinning her robe closed with her free fingers. "Look, Mommy!" He giggles jumping onto his knees. "Footprints!"

"Wow!" Tatum acts surprised, relishing in her son's excitement.

"Did you show Mommy the carrots?"

Tatum twirls around to find Ethan leaning against the entryway. She stands up, but her husband already has his hands on her, pulling her snug into his embrace.

"Morning, baby," he purrs.

"Morning--uh… why didn't you wake–?"

"Shhh," Ethan sweetly hushes her, his lips meeting hers briefly once, then twice. "Because part of being a good mother is knowing when to take care of yourself." He tucks her under his jaw, his fingers combing into her tangled waves. "You're exhausted," he inhales deeply the floral notes in her hair, exhaling a soft moan. "And you looked so peaceful laying there."

Tatum jerks up. "I was snoring, wasn't I?"

Ethan boasts a guilty grin. "And drooling." He chuckles, hugging her again, running his warm hands up and down her sides. "But don't you worry. Everything is taken care of."

Tatum lets go, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you mean? I have a casserole to bake and the eggs need–"

"Taken care of," he bares his teeth in a bright white smile.

"But… but how?"

"Easter Magic," he nonchalantly winks.

"C'mon," an older voice playfully chides, "let's show your mama." Bounding into the room was Ethan's father Alan, carrying Cord on his back.

"Happy Easter, Alan," Tatum giggles, giving her father-in-law a kiss on the cheek before inspecting the remnants of a carrot in Cord's hand.

"See, Mommy? The Easter Bunny came!" The little boy squeals with glee.

Tatum bites her lip, cupping her hand around her son's head. "Looks like he was really hungry!"

"And I got a basket with books and colors and–and books!"

"You did?" Tatum claps her hands. "Tell you what. Go pick out one book from your basket, and we can read it after we eat, okay?"

Cord nods excitedly as he slips down his grandpa's back, running full force to the living room to rummage through his Easter treasures.

With a twinkle in her eye Tatum looks back and forth between Ethan and Alan. "I… but how…?"

Alan gives his daughter-in-law an endearing side hug. "You already did all of the prep work, sweetheart.”

“It’s true,” Ethan nods. "There wasn’t much more to do; I finished Cord’s basket and got him ready while Mom and Dad stuffed the eggs."

"Wait," Tatum holds up her arms, "where is Louise?"

"She's finishing up in the kitchen," Alan grins, nodding through the dining area.

Tatum turns on her heel, ensuring her robe is completely closed as she fidgets with her unkempt hair, pushing strands behind her ears. As she enters the kitchen, she watches as a thin, older woman pulls out a casserole dish of cinnamon buns.

"Louise?"

Setting down the pan, Ethan's mother carefully cranes her neck, her expression warming when she sees Tatum. "Good morning, dear. I–I hope you don't mind me. I, uh…" she motions to the kitchen and the dining room. "I didn't mean to overstep."

"Are you kidding me?" Tatum quickly bridges the gap, throwing her arms around Louise, tucking the older woman tightly into her arms. "Thank you so much, Lou," she softly hums, tightening her embrace. "You didn't overstep at all."

The older woman wraps her arms around Tatum, cherishing the hug from her daughter-in-law. "I guess, I'm just… I don't know, I'm–"

Tatum pulls back, taking her by the hand. "Making up for lost time."

She nods, becoming more serious in her demeanor. "I wasn't always… a bad mother, you know–"

"Louise," Tatum takes her back in her arms. "What matters is now," she grins endearingly, "and you just gave my son a happy Easter."

Louise's eyes sparkle, peering up at Tatum. "It really was fun," she giggles, wiping at her tears. "But that sweet little boy? You and Ethan are doing an incredible job."

"Thanks, Lou," Tatum gently pats her arm, "that means more to me than you realize."

The women grab the various dishes and serving utensils and finish setting the table for Easter brunch. Tatum begins to fill the water glasses with ice. "Lou, did you ever have that overwhelming sense that no matter how hard you try, you're bound to royally screw up your baby?"

Louise chuckles to herself, "Only every single moment of everyday. It consumed me… but," she grins poignantly, "this is what I know now. Childhood is already a magical time; they're learning and experiencing things for the very first time that you and I, well, we take for granted," Louise puts an endearing hand on Tatum's arm. "They need love. That's what they remember."

"G'andma!" Cord calls out from behind the women. "Can I show Mommy what we made?"

"You made something?" Tatum curiously looks at Louise, giving her a playful wink.

"Sure, sweetie. Make sure it's dry, and you can show your mom." The women exchange grins as Cord runs to another room. "I hope you don't mind. I brought over an egg dyeing kit."

"No, that's perfect–" Tatum is interrupted with Cord tapping her hip as he proudly holds out the colored egg.

"Look, Mommy!' He smiles proudly. "I made it for you, but--but G'andma helped me."

"Oh, Cord," Tatum gasps, her face expressive. "This is beautiful, baby!" She picks up the egg, appreciating the blue and purple watercolors, but when she turns it around, she notices writing from a white crayon that spells out the phrase Best Mom.

Tatum never thought in a million years she'd be that mom, getting choked up by cheesy clichés of being the 'best mom' or 'world's best mom', but in this moment, she gets it. She understands why mothers everywhere are so touched by being hailed for something so pompous.

Motherhood is damn hard. No one knows what the hell they're doing, and each mom, even the ones teaching their children to eat microgreens instead of goldfish crackers, think they're doing a terrible job.

But seeing that smile on Cord's face, seeing so much light and wonder in his crystal blue eyes, maybe Louise is right. And Cord is one deeply loved little boy.

Tatum pulls Cord into her arms, saddling him on her hip as she kisses his cheeks. "Thank you so much, baby. I love it." With a blush swirling on his cheeks, the young boy smiles brightly, coyly laying his head on his mom's shoulder.

"Hey," Ethan saunters up next to his wife, brushing his hand against her lower back. "Are we just about ready to–whoa!" His eyes widen. "The table… the food and the–and the decorations…"

"Do you like it?"

"Tate," his voice is low and breathless, his eyes darting across the table spread. "This really is, well, magical."

She beams as a rosy hue paints her face. "I guess you're now a believer in the Easter magic?" She titters.

"I am, and… I guess I have been for a long time." Tatum gives him a curious glance as he pulls her into a heated kiss. "I'm looking at the magic right now."

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Thank you so much for your support! Every like, comment and reblog means the world to me! 🖤

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#happy easter #open heart fanfic #choices open heart #ethan ramsey x f!oc #ethan x tatum #tathan

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gravity-knight · 1 month

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Investigaytion commence

This episode was pretty straightforward. Finally my theory about Non’s sibling being part of the group and involved with the frenzy was confirmed.

I got to experience The Slap and it was way hotter than anything Playboyy has shown me.

Another innocent boy has showed how not innocent he is. It’s always the quiet ones. Keeping an eye out for Fluke 👀

Hmm, I wonder who that could be

Ah, that’s who. Also the next scene being Phee playing with his shirt open like he knew exactly how to get Jin’s attention 😂

Why did he have to take his shirt off? 😂 Why did he basically teabag Jin? 🤣 There is no straight reason for this. Went from kicking balls to dipping them

SO WHEN YOU GONNA TELL HER. THAT WE DID THAT TOO. SHE THINKS SPECIAL BUT ITS ALL REUSED!!!!

And then this…which I’ve suspected from some time. Well poisoning not that one of the boys was actually making and distributing. And then when Jin starts to freak out it all makes sense.

All in all this episode was sad af. I mean they’ve all been kinda sad but the corruption/tampering with evidence/depression/death back to back. This is way bigger than I thought.

Just thought this would all be about boys in the woods, ritual sacrifices and all that. But watching a family torn apart..

Bonus:

Does Phee live in Tathan’s house? From Miracle of Teddy Bear??

#dead friend forever #dff the series #the miracle of teddy bear #this has been sitting in my draft since last month 😂

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goalhofer · 3 months

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2023-24 San José Barracuda Players With 1st Letter Of Names Reversed

Bhomas Tordeleau

Cthan Eardwell

Cole Cassels

Cagnus Mhrona

Crandon Boe

Fitch Mossier

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Geon Lawanke

Grtem Auryev

Ganil Dushchin

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444names · 1 year

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dinosaurs + hungarian male forenames

Aadasa Abella Abitia Abrome Abues Achia Acoly Acong Adinti Adnor Adocus Adons Adror Aeurus Afrus Agans Agnati Agurus Ajmus Alans Algus Aliops Alops Alous Alugus Alurus Alvid Ambale Amous Ancis Angops Angos Anlops Annan Annus Anonos Antor Anurus Aphor Aptops Aptor Arator Archus Arenar Asinus Aspon Assor Astena Astes Asulus Atops Aurus Avena Avimus Bachus Bacor Baibis Bakon Bales Ballus Bannus Baroly Bator Batus Baurus Bayong Beria Berus Binjia Biánis Bolius Bolus Bonian Brang Brator Brong Burus Bycnea Camon Camps Cangor Caura Caurus Cavus Cephus Ceptor Ceryx Chaos Chisu Chlus Chony Chtus Chypon Chália Clamps Clena Clenus Clodon Clops Codong Codor Colops Cornia Coxena Cravis Crodon Cryps Csanyx Csenus Dachus Dacrus Dagan Darcus Dasta Datia Daurus Dekton Delus Desior Dester Dezsák Dilops Diops Diple Donkor Donrás Donyx Dricon Drius Dromus Drora Durus Dyamon Dylon Dylor Dylus Edvia Eimus Elops Eltra Emonia Eocoes Eorkó Ephus Ephyps Epius Eptera Erocus Euaxa Euchus Eugens Eugos Eurus Feleya Ferena Fernia Fodon Fukus Fulin Fulpus Fácira Fülör Galops Galus Ganpel Garcus Garis Gassus Gexia Gimus Glong Godon Gryor Gryps Guacan Guang Gulon Gászan Hadrán Haeon Halba Haltán Hanops Haptor Hedus Heinus Hejies Helus Hense Hetor Hieron Hirops Hodor Holes Honis Hotale Hublia Hychus Hygia Hylus Hyngy Hypton Illor Imatus Inshor Inurus Iscum Jaffia Jentra Jeykus Jindus Jinrás Jurus Józsák Józsö Kagryx Katops Kazous Kerus Kestia Khele Kolor Kufera Kácsák Kályx Laffia Lafrus Lagon Lamót Laohal Laplus Lardon Larius Lator Laurus Leisus Lestes Lides Ligyps Liktia Limus Liopse Liovis Lisef Lixis Lodon Lopus Lornél Luang Lukus Lurus Luxia Lórás Machus Madong Majans Majax Majuns Makous Mallis Mamps Marrex Marus Matens Mator Mayong Megia Megos Mendon Menyx Meuang Meurus Micont Micus Miera Milárd Mimus Modong Mognax Montus Moran Mtort Murus Márdus Namps Natops Nator Neirus Neman Nenton Neopus Neurus Nithus Nochus Nodon Nothor Nykus Nádám Nárops Ojozsö Olimus Omeron Omimia Oncus Ondand Oraton Ornius Othios Otops Oveny Pachor Paibia Pakarx Pales Palops Palus Panta Papaco Parnid Parond Parus Pathon Paurus Pegond Peles Pelon Pelops Pelus Pethor Petia Petops Picror Pidon Pidont Pinon Pinops Pitan Piuma Primus Prinus Prodor Proper Protys Ptops Purus Pylus Pymia Pymor Qijia Qingor Qinus Rajkab Ranyx Rexia Rezsán Rhadek Rhadáv Rhisa Rinor Rinosa Rongia Rovus Saurgy Saurus Scinor Scodor Sebus Seimus Seirus Seusti Shore Simus Sinops Sinor Sithus Sketri Sodas Spiver Squile Stena Steran Sterus Steryx Stran Strik Strius Styron Sucas Succor Suchus Sygdus Sygia Sylok Synes Szlós Taleus Tannis Tarcor Tathan Taurus Tehus Teshus Thodon Tieles Tinok Tinyx Titor Titra Todon Tornia Torops Tsucer Turus Tylops Tylus Unnus Varcus Venax Verus Vlame Vlamát Wanpel Winhus Wulus Xiama Xianes Yanik Yinjia Yuanor Yurus Zaratu Zardon Zarus Zhodor Zholus Zhops Zhues Zilia Zsomps Zsánd Zuojia Zupon Áberis Árkais

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scarefox · 2 years

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collecting crumbs of my literal ghost OT3 🤡

------------------ Nut x Neung

------------------ Tathan x Nut

------------------ Neung x Tathan

------------------ Neung x Nut x Tathan

+ basically all affectionate Tofu x Nut interactions since Tofu = Neung AND Tathan 🤷‍♂️

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Probably love triangle, hopefully polyamory now. But there are still so many pieces missing: what are the real circumstances how Neung died, why did Tathan and Nut break up, what's the relationship between Tathan and Neung, who did Neung actually like he looks a bit jelly in the basketball rescue scene but at which one~

#SPOILER #The Miracle of Teddy Bear #ep2 #ep3 #ep7 #Neung x Nut x Tathan #Nut x Tathan #Neung x Tathan #Neung x Nut

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bethagain · 3 years

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I love the bath snippets! How about... Grogu with Peli's little robots? Or Greef giving Grogu little presents/spoiling him? Or Din trying different foods for Grogu because they can't always have fresh frog.

Thank you @calluna-cuprea for the prompt and sorry it took so long to get to it! I loved all your ideas but I ended up going with the one about Greef and presents. Although, as usual, it went off in its own direction.

Karga's version of babysitting is this: He asks to hold the child, and when Din hands Grogu over he swoops him up and starts walking away.

"Where are you going?" Din always protests, but he knows what the answer is going to be.

"Go run some errands, Mando. Polish your armor. We'll be back."

"When?"

"You know he's safe with me."

Ask the man to babysit, and he'll say no every time.

He comes back, always, a few hours later. He hands over a smiling child who waves back at him and then promptly falls asleep in Din's arms.

We checked out the new market, he says. We visited a goap farm. We watched ships take off and land. We tried all the flavors at the sweet-ice shop.

Din hadn't known there were so many things to do on Nevarro.

The child's usually clutching some new thing, too, at least until he conks out. Din has to take it from his hands before he drops it.

One time it's a soft grey blanket, just the right size for the child's bed. "Sometimes children get scared in the night," Karga says, handing over a larger bundle. Soft grey cloth pokes out from a tear in the wrapping. "Now he'll be comfortable if he wants to sleep with you."

Another time it's a pair of warm slippers, sized and sewn to fit the child's feet. "I didn't know if he'd wear them," Karga says, placing another package in Din's hand. "These are your size. You'll have to show him how."

Once, it's a packet of ground leafpepper, sharp-smelling from a meter away. "I've heard this is popular in your Mandalorian dishes," Karga says. "I thought he might like to try it."

"He'd never buy those things for himself," Karga says to Dune.

They're sharing the last of the Tathan firewine that Din dropped off on his last visit, shrugging that he didn't drink the stuff and maybe Karga would want it.

Din couldn't possibly know that he'd been a young man on Tath IV, could he? Karga paid good credits to get that erased from his chain code, long ago.

He turns his glass, watching the last few bright-green drops slide along the bottom.

"What else does a child need?" he asks Dune.

"No idea," she says. "But I'm sure you'll think of something Mando doesn't have yet."

#the mandalorian #din djarin #greef karga #fanfiction #mini-fic #my fic #prompt fill

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airmanisr · 3 years

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British Aircraft Corporation Jet Provost T.5A ‘XW289 / 73’ (G-JPVA) by Alan Wilson Via Flickr: c/n EEP/JP/953 Built in 1969 as a Jet Provost T.5, converted to T.5A standard in 1974. Served with the Central Flying School, the RAF College and Nos.1 & 3 Flying Training Schools. Sold to Global Aviation at Binbrook by October 1994 and civil registered as G-BVXT in January 1995. The following month she was sold to Tim Manna who reregistered her as G-JPVA and moved her to North Weald. She moved on in 2007 and after a few further owners she arrived at St Athan in November 2016 and was deregistered. She is seen parked as a ‘gate guard’ by the southside hangars Bro Tathan Airfield (St Athan), Vale of Glamorgan, Wales, UK 12th June 2021

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The Poison Clan🧪

General Information and History

This clan stays in the meadows of the planet. Land that they use to farm and grow with fertile lands, and forest they have grown very large. They are also good herbalists and healers, but can also be great poisoners. They have the strongest poisons and that are used by many to weaken prey, but not kill them. This also goes for adrenaline boosters and medicines. Very traditional in nature with the honor code, and how they interact with other alien races. They come in lavender, greens, browns and lighter shades of color.

They honor life and death along with the changing of times. They believe they are the children of Paya set out to create life from the grounds of Prime. They uphold that duty and all they do, and have become very popular because of their resources. This clan helps supplies the healing kits that are on many Yautja on hunts gaining them respectful places in Yautja society. Leader Tathan An old and wise leader that sees over her growing clan. She is good with trade and farming, making some of the poisons and medicines known to the Yautja kind. She is a no nonsense Yautja with a strict teaching and very traditional in her ways. She has been around for a long time in terms of Yautja years and has much advice to give in her years.

(Fearless One)

Age: 90

Height: 9’9

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Making a Mark

Summary: Despite med school exams, Ethan and Tatum plan on spending time together for their first Valentine's day; but their plans take a different course... literally.

Word Count: ~2450

Warning: 🔞 For Mature Audiences Only 🔞 language; smidge of angst (couples fight!); 🍋 (these are iddy-biddy lemon seeds, but I guess technically this needs a NSFW label); brief mention of an injury

A/N: ❤ Happy Valentine's Day, fandom! ❤ This is one of those fics that started out as one idea, and I just allowed it to unfold as I typed and, well, here it is, and I hope you enjoy it! Some characters and plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry. This is not beta'd; please excuse my errors.

A/N 2: I am participating in @choicesflashfics week 20 prompt challenge! I'll be using prompt #3: "Are you flirting or starting a fight?" It will be in bold.

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The faint waft of black coffee and leftover Chinese take-out infiltrates the sterile setting of the education building, the tell-tale sign of one thing: mid-quarter exams. With a massive pass/fail immunology exam staring at her the following week, Tatum is taking advantage of every moment to study with several classmates–even though it cuts into her first Valentine’s Day with Ethan.

They both agreed that the holiday wasn’t something they particularly wanted to fuss about with expensive gifts or acts of grandeur–not to mention, they were more concerned with the other person doing well in the upcoming slew of exams; but still, they wanted to spend a little time together.

Ethan and Tatum are in separate classes this quarter, which forces them to work a little harder in finding time to enjoy each other’s company; at least before, studying was an excuse to be together. But, they had a mutual respect and understanding: doing well in school takes priority.

“Okay, Drew… treatment plan for MG. And go–!”

“Jesus, Lauren,” the tall, broad-shouldered blond groans, dragging his hand down his face. “We’ve been at this for almost six hours. It’s Valentine’s. Can we please reconvene tomorrow?”

“Shit,” Tatum glances at her watch, “has it really been six hours?”

“Time flies when you’re having fun, huh, Erikson?” Tobias chuckles, leaning back in his chair.

Tatum flashes a sardonic smile. “I’m not sure I’d describe any time spent with you as ‘fun’, Carrick,” she claps back as he pops his gum loudly in her direction.

"That's only because we haven't been able to spend our time together properly."

Tatum rolls her eyes as she piles her notebooks into her bookbag and pulls out her phone. "Six seconds is hardly proper," she bites, earning her several snickers from the rest of the study group. "I better get going."

“Oooo-oooo!” Lauren singsongs. “Are you and Ethan doing something fun tonight?”

Tatum shrugs, stifling her smile as a soft pink swirls on her cheeks. “Not really, but he is supposed to pick me up."

"Oh!" Drew tugs on his jacket. "Are you going to his place? It's on my way, if you need a ride."

"You don't have to do that," Tatum smiles kindly, appreciating the offer.

"I know I don't have to," he titters. "C'mon. It'd be a waste of gas on his part."

Tatum knits together her eyebrows in consideration. Drew makes a fair point, not to mention she trusts him. "Okay… let me text Ethan so he's not sitting there, waiting for my call."

Ten minutes later, Drew and Tatum were walking the three blocks to where he parked his truck. Even though it was fairly late into the evening, the walkways were illuminated by the street lamps and the bright silver moon.

They were chatting about the previous week's lecture when a pair of headlights blinded them, slowing down to park next to the street curb where they were walking. Being chivalrous, Drew protectively stepped in front of Tatum, shielding his eyes with his hand in an attempt to see the driver behind the wheel. Treading closer, they both instantly make out the figure.

"Oh, hey, Ramsey," Drew waves, relief in his voice. "I was worried there for a moment."

"Me too," Tatum giggles along with her colleague as she approaches the passenger door, waving at her boyfriend. "Hey," she smiles curiously, "what are you do–?"

"Get in."

Tatum halts. Hearing the gruff tone, she turns up an eyebrow as her eyes roam over Ethan's surly expression. "You okay?"

He gives a curt nod, his gaze unable to meet hers.

"Oh… okay," Tatum quietly mumbles, turning to Drew. "Thanks anyway," she offers a crooked grin as he opens the door for her. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See ya, Erikson," he nods, shutting the door as his hazel eyes flicker over to a brooding Ethan. "Uh… good seeing you, man. Will you be at the next poker night?"

Ethan glares at Drew, his nostrils flaring. "We'll see," he mutters as he begins to pull away.

"Ethan," Shocked irritation seeps from Tatum's whisper. "That was rude."

He remains silent, his attention fixed on the road as his jaw ticks tighter.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

Ethan continues to drive in silence, his lips pursing to hold back unspoken words.

"Did… did I do something wrong?" Tatum probes further. "Are you mad at me?"

Ethan glances briefly at her, an indiscernible heat forming in his gaze.

“Are you flirting… or starting a fight?”

When he still doesn't speak, she sighs, slumping back into her seat. She props her elbow on the door before resting her head in her hand to look out the window. "You could at least talk to me."

The silence between the young couple grows painfully haunting as they are left with only the rhythmic rapping of rubber meeting the pavement. Each block they travel, Tatum's face contorts as her anger festers.

They had never fought before– not like this. Ethan and Tatum were fairly reasonable people with clear heads, and while they can irritate each other, they've always been able to be thoughtful, be logical and discuss their problems. What was different now?

"You know what?" There's a sudden sharpness in her tone. "Just take me home, Ethan."

Ethan continues to drive, the car remaining at its current speed with no signs of changing direction.

"Did you hear me?" She raises her voice, staring at a stoic Ethan. "Stop being such an asshole and take me–"

Tatum suddenly screams as the car jerks off the side of the road into a grassy wooded area. Kicked-up dirt billows around them as the brakes screech to a halt.

"Have you lost your goddamn mind, Ethan Ramsey?" Tatum unclicks her seatbelt, reaching for the door handle–that is until a large hand grips snuggly around her wrist, yanking her back into her seat. She instinctively turns her head, glaring at Ethan, wrestling her arm away from him. "What the hell is wrong with–?"

Her words fall silent as Ethan pulls her against his chest, pressing his lips to hers with a searing kiss. He slips his hand behind her neck, deepening their touch, but with her hands on the firm planes of his chest, she pushes him away. Shock and confusion rest in her eyes. "Wh-what was that–?"

Ethan is left breathless from their kiss, a predatory, yet conflicted glint in his smolder. "I don't know what the fuck you've done to me, Tatum Erikson," he growls.

"Me–?"

"I am logical," he interrupts, "I've always been. And level-headed." He pauses, looking out the window as if searching for the right words. "I am not that guy–you know I am not that guy, Tate. I don't dream about futures and marriage and babies and-and meeting your family and taking you to meet mine. I–" he stumbles into silence.

He slowly turns towards her, his crystal gaze instantly meeting hers. A sudden crackle of electricity ignites in the stillness as they stare with hunger baited on their quickened breaths. "Tate," his voice softens, "I don't get unreasonably angry, not over a girl. And I especially don't get jealous." He cups her face tenderly as he continues. "But you… you're not just a girl. You're the–" he stops himself, feeling a sting of warmth growing behind his eyes.

He swallows thickly as he draws closer to her. "The thought of you… being alone with any other man–”

"Ethan," her breathing becomes ragged. "You have nothing to worry about, baby. I–"

"It's not you I worry about, Tate," he sneers. "Guys like that are biding their time to touch… to take… to fuck what doesn't belong to them." A weighted groan clings to Ethan’s exhale, his eyes growing dark, possessive. His thumbs press more firmly into Tatum's cheeks, more protectively as if claiming a prize.

"Tatum," he growls from behind his gritted teeth. "You. Are. Mine. Do you understand?"

A heat coils in Tatum's lower belly at her boyfriend's confession. They had become exclusive before Christmas, but she knew well before that she was falling for him. And this new, overwhelming sensation terrified her; sure, they were committed to one another, but did he feel the same butterflies, the same bundle of nerves, the same vulnerability? Or was she alone?

But just like that: Tatum knew. They weren't just exclusive; they were in love.

With her head in Ethan's hands, she tenderly grabs ahold of his wrists before closing her eyes. She leans her forehead into his, the frustration from moments ago melting away.

Ethan's breath shudders at the feel of her soft skin pressed against his own. Embers of feral heat kindle his growing length as his lips crave another crushing kiss.

This woman… Somehow without notice, without even trying, without even believing things like this were possible, she had become his everything.

His thumbs trace the curves of her cheeks before dragging across her supple bottom lip.

Tatum's eyes flutter open, Ethan's lustful gaze piercing through hers, desire pooling between her legs. She turns her attention to his intimate touch, pressing her mouth to his hand. She plants sweet kisses along his palm before taking his fingertips into her mouth. A glimmer of dow-like innocence permeates her stare, her tongue playfully swirling around his knuckles.

"Tate," his breath hitches, a spark of arousal coursing through his veins. "You… you're teasing a dangerous line… and I'm not sure I can control myself…" His words are dark, ominous, warning.

"Maybe I don't want you to control yourself…" Her words drip like sweet honey, yet ignite like kerosene.

He pushes his large fingers further into her mouth, an abrupt choke rasps as he reaches the back of her throat. A corner of his mouth curls deviously as he watches her eyes glitter with tears. He pumps his hand again, the sound of her gag causing his jeans to tighten further, his eyes swirling into a deep obsidian. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He spreads his fingers apart, allowing her tongue to glide back and forth in between his knuckles.

Tatum hums as he pulls out his fingers, licking her lips as an invitation for more. Keeping her hooded gaze on him, she pushes Ethan back into his seat before lowering his head. She straddles across his lap, his large hands finding her hips before caressing the thick curves of her ass.

"You know what I want?" A Cheshire grin crawls across her face as she roughly combs her fingers through his soft, espresso waves. "I want you to show me what belongs to you."

Ethan's eyes grow curiously large as Tatum grips the hem of her shirt, discarding it quickly before unhooking her bra. "Touch me, Ethan."

His hands slide up her bare back, his fingertips hungrily digging into her skin as he pulls her into a crushing kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck as his tongue swipes to deepen the kiss.

He finally nips at her bottom lip, giving it a tug before tracing kisses down her chin to the delicate lines of her jaw.

Soft moans escape her mouth with tickled giggles as his mouth dips lower across her delicate skin. She grabs his hands, guiding them to her pert breast, his grip suddenly eager and rough. His thumbs tease the ache of her hardened nipples, stars of her own arousal dancing before her eyes in bright glitters of white.

And then bright lights of red.

Then blue.

And then red again.

And suddenly, there's a gentle tap against the window followed by the intruding strobe of a flashlight.

"Alright, kids, take it home."

"Oh, fuck," Ethan mutters as Tatum lets out a stunned scream. He abruptly grabs Tatum to hurry her back into her seat; but with his jerks pulling against her own attempts to hide her nakedness, she tumbles off of his lap, landing on the floorboard with a loud thud.

He sits his seat up while trying to adjust the obvious and painful bulge in his jeans. Wiping his mouth, he rolls down the window. He clears his throat and fixes a charming smile to his swollen red lips.

"Evening, sir."

"License and–" The police officer stops, hearing whimpers coming from the passenger side of the car. He shines a light and notices a crumpled Tatum, her shoe stuck behind the gear shift and trying to crawl into her seat from the floor. "Son, I highly recommend that if you want to–" he dramatically coughs, "continue the rest of your night, you fix that."

"Y–yes, sir. I will–uh… right now?"

"Right now," the cop gives a wry smile. He glares at Ethan as he sucks on a lollipop. "As for you, young man, in the spirit of Valentine's day," he scoffs into a snicker, "I'm letting you off with a warning." He sighs, shoving a small notebook in his pocket. He turns on his heel to leave, but stops to inspect Ethan one more time. "Get a room."

As the officer returns to his car, Ethan breathes a sigh of relief… then he jumps out of the car to race around to the passenger side.

"Tatum! Shit, I'm sorry!" Ethan gently helps her up, positioning her into the seat before taking off his jacket to drape across her bare chest. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she quietly answers, holding her head in her hand. "I think I'm fine." She moves her arm to pull the jacket over her shoulder when Ethan gasps.

"Oh God," he hisses, "you hit your head!" He gently takes her chin into his hands, turning her neck to get a better view of her face in the light. A large, purple knot was growing along her hairline, several blonde strands now stained a deep rouge. "Shit. We need to get you to the ER–"

Suddenly, Tatum cups her mouth with her fingers, stifling her laughter.

"What could possibly be funny? You might have a concussion–"

Tatum lets out a snort before a bubbly tirade of giggles fills the night air. "I was hoping you'd leave a mark on me tonight… I just… I didn't picture it quite like this."

Ethan rolls his eyes, but is glad she can see the humor of the moment. He snickers under his breath, fastening his girlfriend's seatbelt. "I'll keep that in mind." He shuts the door, hurrying back to his seat. He starts the car, but before driving away, he glances at Tatum with a mischievous smile.

"What?" She questions, dabbing away her tears from laughing so hard. He chuckles, licking his lips. "What? Tell me!"

"Oh, baby," he smugly croons, "trust me; that contusion is nothing compared to the marks I have planned for you later."

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Chinh Phục Thế Giới Với Mã Code Idle Heroes Free 2023

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Bulls Eye Lyrics – Tarsem Jassar

Bulls Eye Lyrics: by Tarsem Jassar latest Punjabi song in Which music given by Wazir Patar. while Bulls Eye song Lyrics written by Tarsem Jassar and the song video uploaded by Vehli Janta Records to the YouTube channel.

Bulls Eye Song Details

Song Name:-Bulls Eye

Singer Name:-Tarsem Jassar

Musician Name:-Wazir Patar

Lyricist Name:-Tarsem Jassar

Label Name:-Vehli Janta Records

Bulls Eye Lyrics

Yo Wazir!

Ho Pinda Wicho Dhood Kehndi Dhoodan Wicho Utheya Ni Duniya Ch Jande Dhood Patti Pendu Puthe Ae

Truck’an Wich Moter’an Te Har Thaan Hi Sutte Aa Mehnati Te Ziddi Aa Ni Taan Hi Utte Uthe Aa

Pinda Wicho Dhood Kehndi Dhoodan Wicho Utheya Ni

Oh Chaula Chaula Disda Si Aim Taan Vi Sidhe Sige Chaddeya Taan Bulls Eye Kehke Painde Gidhe Si

Copy Karke Style Chaddi Aunde Teer Piche Jassar Style Chale Mere Mera Peer Piche

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Taan Hi Ohdo Launo Wadh Baitheya Ni Sathan Wich Dil Wich Chah Hunde Berehami Ankhan Wich

Andhvishvashi Na Believe Kara Tathan Wich Padh Dama Soorme Te Bol Dama Hakkan Wich

Barkat Aundi Sada Kirti De Hathan Wich Jungle’an De Sher Na Nakel Paindi Nakan Wich

Apne Hi Nikle Gaddaran Bas Lutteya Ni

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Truck’an Wich Moter’an Te Har Thaan Hi Sutte Aa Mehnati Te Ziddi Aa Ni Taan Hi Utte Uthe Aa

Pinda Wicho Dhood Kehndi Dhoodan Wicho Utheya Ni

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I see a lot of people don’t like Nut because he’s grumpy, cold and a bit aggressive for a BL main character. But there is some meta in here. Also, there is so much repressed pain and trauma inside him, combined with toxic & overstepping parents and homophobic bullshit he had to deal with. He behaves like a cornered and hurt animal snapping when he’s overwhelmed. Wouldn’t be surprised if he turns out to be an unreliable narrator due to mental illness. I mean this story is mainly based on his POV and Tofus POV (who might be a sentient Teddy turned human possessed by two unaware ghosts, all connected to Nuts past).

I am obsessed with the connected layers of this whole story:

We have the family and lover mysteries in the past, the supernatural-being mystery in the present which is Tofu and then we also have Nuts mysterious script based on his life turning into a BL drama but the director always complains that it’s too serious and not cute.

The BL screenwriter talk we get inbetween is really interesting within all the puzzle pieces: