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d0lty · 3 months

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"You're stronger than you think. And one day... this city's gonna respect us."

Wig from Amazon, styled by me

Costume from Cossky

#vi arcane #vi cosplay #arcane cosplay #arcane #league of legends #league of legends cosplay #anime washington #cosplay #new cosplay alert #the wig really fell over the con lmao #shes not perfect but ill be making improvements before eccc!#this was a test run B)

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vox-anglosphere · 11 months

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A thunderous welcome for our King & Queen in Washington 08.06.39

#Their Majesties #King George VI #Queen Elizabeth #Royal Tour #British Royal Family #Washington #On this day #8 June 1939

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emersonfreepress · 11 months

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I feel like we all glossed over the fact that VI has an ex way too fast. What do you mean they have an ex? HELLO??? WHY DID NO ONE SAY ANYTHING WHEN IT WAS FIRST MENTIONED

😂😂 I wondered too but it's also very fitting and funny to me that people would be informed of the fact and then go on to not notice or react 😆 Vi's just like,

Vi: "Right, that's like the last time I had a boy/girlfriend."

[silence]

Vi [clears throat]: "I said that's like the last time I had a boy/girlfriend."

R: "Yeah yeah, that's nice, Vi. Look how weird this chicken nugget is!"

Vi: "No! I was talking abou... that is weird."

"I know, right!?"

"Don't eat it."

"I'm gonna eat it."

#'hey everyone look at this fucked up nugget!'#nugget discourse begins 😆#i-threw-you-up #answered #v washington #r and vi

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chriscdcase95 · 1 year

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Some Scream/Until Dawn crack no one asked for.

Kirby Reed and Samantha Giddings are each others multiversal counterpart/equivalent. Due to some No Way Home shenanigans, their places get swapped.

With Sam caught up in Scream 4's events - having the most plot armor second the Mike, and Action Girl cred second only to Emily - she catches the knife in Charlie's hands and leaves him trapped. When Jill tries her luck, it just escalates to a slug match. And with Sam's plot armor, when Jill is hospitalized, the injuries are not self inflicted.

On Kirby's side, she's genre savvy enough to pick up on Josh's revenge "prank" early on and pretty much dismantles before it gets rolling. When she finds out what they're really up against on Mount Washington, she goes out and catches a least weasel as a "Plan B".

I'd have Kirby as an FBI agent as per Scream VI, and just lead an investigation that eventually gets Blackwood Pines declared "No Man's Land"...but then I remembered Until Dawn is set in Alberta. The FBI wouldn't have any kind of pull.

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dragongirlafro · 1 year

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me: yeah i'm pretty proud of my geography skills 😌

also me: *has been confusing Chicago and Detroit for each other my entire life*

#vi posts #listen i can't speak for all non Americans but #having grown up from the canadian side of the great lakes i just assume all the surrounding states on the other side are one Humongo State #similar to how Washington and Oregon are just one Big Oregon

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heritageposts · 2 months

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A week ago, US President Joe Biden claimed that a “ceasefire” deal in Gaza was imminent and could take effect as soon as March 4. “My national security adviser tells me we are close,” he told reporters while eating ice cream in New York City. But ice cream or not, Biden’s actual position was not nearly that sweet. A subsequent statement by a senior Biden administration official claimed Israel had “basically accepted” a proposal for a temporary pause in fighting. But as of March 4, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and his Mossad director were still refusing to send a delegation to Cairo, where talks with Hamas were under way. The Biden administration’s eagerness to claim victory in its search for some kind of temporary truce indicates how much it is feeling the heat of the rising global and domestic pressure demanding an immediate ceasefire, an end to the Israeli genocide, an end to the threat of a new escalation against refugee-packed Rafah, and an end to the siege of Gaza and immediate unhindered provision of massive levels of humanitarian aid. Despite Washington’s vain hopes for March 4 and the unofficial goal of a ceasefire by the beginning of the Muslim holy month of Ramadan on March 10, the deal remains elusive. Media reports indicate Biden is telling the Qatari and Egyptian leaders that he is putting pressure on Israel to agree to a truce and a captives swap. But his claim of pressuring Israel is undermined by the continuing US vetoes of ceasefire resolutions at the United Nations Security Council, most recently on February 20, as well as the continuing flow of United States weapons and money to Israel to enable its assault.

And, on the alternative resolution the Biden admin has put forth after vetoing Algeria's resolution (which called for an "immediate humanitarian ceasefire," "forced displacement of the Palestinian civilian population," and "unhindered humanitarian access to Gaza."):

[...] Linda Thomas-Greenfield, Biden’s ambassador to the UN, cast the sole veto against the Algerian resolution, and instead put forward an alternative US text, claiming it also supported a ceasefire. But the proposed US language does not call for an immediate or permanent ceasefire or an end to Israeli genocide; it does not prevent an attack on Rafah or end the Israeli siege. The proposed US resolution is not designed to end the murderous Israeli war against Gaza – nor is the deal that is currently being negotiated in Cairo. To the contrary, the provisions of the US draft resolution reflect the true intentions of the Biden administration vis-a-vis its continuing support of Israel, and reveal the limitations of the truce it is trying to orchestrate. While the US draft resolution does use the dreaded word “ceasefire” – which had been prohibited in the White House for months – it does not call for an immediate halt in the bombing, only “as soon as practicable”, with no indication of when that might be. It does not call for a permanent ceasefire either, leaving Israel free to resume its genocidal bombing – presumably with continuing US support. Virtually everything the US draft calls for is undercut by what is left out. The demand for “lifting all barriers to the provision of humanitarian assistance at scale” in Gaza certainly sounds appropriately robust. But that’s only until you realise that the text’s failure to challenge or even name the principal barrier to aid getting in – Israel’s bombardment – means that this is not a serious plan to end Israel’s deadly siege. It should not surprise anyone that “the Biden administration is not planning to punish Israel if it launches a military campaign in Rafah without ensuring civilian safety” – as Politico reported – despite claiming it wants a credible plan to ensure Palestinian safety. No one in the Biden administration has even hinted at imposing consequences for Israel’s constant rejection of the insipid appeals for restraint – such as conditioning aid on human rights standards (as required by US law) or cutting US military aid altogether. That’s what real pressure would look like. A more accurate picture of Washington’s approach to Israel’s war against Gaza is the continuing US pipeline of weapons to make Israel’s murderous assault on Gaza more effective, more efficient, and more deadly. According to the Wall Street Journal, the “Biden administration is preparing to send bombs and other weapons to Israel that would add to its military arsenal even as the US pushes for a ceasefire in Gaza.” The arms the US intends to hand over to the Israeli army include MK-82 bombs, KMU-572 Joint Direct Attack Munitions and FMU-139 bomb fuses, worth tens of millions of dollars. It is more than likely that the administration will do another end run around US Congress to send the weapons without relying on congressional approval, as it did on at least two occasions last December.

. . . full article on Al Jazeera (4 Mar 2024)

#free palestine #palestine #israel #gaza

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larkandkatydid · 7 months

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Horror About the American West

(definitions of all nouns in that description are flexible)

Angela Carter, American Ghosts and Old World Wonders. This is a UK only release, but in the 21st century, anyone can get ahold of it. Every story is great, but John Ford's 'Tis Pity She's a Whore was life-changing.

Victor LaVelle, Lone Women. Beautiful, hautning imagery of the vast Montanta wildnerness but alos just the perfect scary story set-up: A woman shows up with a trunk that's securely locked and that she won't allow anyone to open....

Alma Katsu, The Hunger. A mildy trashy fictionalization of the Donner Party but has some great creepy scenes.

Claire Vaye Watkins, Battleborn. Is this collection of literary short stories technically horror? Probably not, but Claire Vay Watkisn herself is an icornic horror archetype that shows up in Scream V, Nightmare on Elm Street VI and specifically the semi-obscure Harlan Ellison novella, The Resurgance of Miss Ankle-Strap Wedge, so everything she does counts as horror. But most importantly, the cosmic horror of all these stories is the Nevada desert, which will kill you impersonally.

V. Castro, Queen of the Cicadas/La Reina de Las Chicharras: What if a novel had the balls-to-the-wall gruesome energy of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Wouldn't that aboslutely rule?

Tananarive Due, The Good House. This book takes place in the far west coast of Washington State, which is a different, wetter kind of "west" than everything else on this list, but I just adore this book. Due is the closet thing we have to a new Stephen King or Stephen Spielberg in terms of her ability to create these richly realized characters who feel like they have full lives off the page. This books gave me the same feelings of love and catharthis that I felt reading The Shining for the very first time.

Stephen Graham Jones, Growing Up Dead in Texas: This is one of Jones' experimental books that are less fun and accessible than his big hits, but it's one that I think of often. It's a critique of a particular kind of true cime memoir, a refusal to turn one's marginalized childhood into a digestible story for the This American Life crowd. It's an ambitious, post-modern work.

Stephen King, 1922: An underrated King novella that hit all his best notes of grim misogyny, rural isolation and Tales From the Crypt gross-outs.

Gillian Flynn, Dark Places. Not as literary as Sharp Objects, not as tight as Gone Girl, but special and beloved to me. This is a tale of the Farm Aid/ Satanic Panic 1980s and really wallows in the isolation and misery of the great plains, .

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caramelcleopatraa · 2 months

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vi. SUIT & TIE

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x : hello hello hello beautiful people! it's finally starting to get good you guys! (lol) as always, excuse the errors you see, and leave comments.... I love comments. I do have a taglist! comment down below if you want me to add you <3

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive themes, 18+

Your outfit for today

It was a surprisingly quiet Saturday morning. Today your shop was closed, but your staff was still working tirelessly to finish the influx of custom orders. This was no uncommon flux however, it was that time of the year. La Mesa Alta’s annual ball was right around the corner, and people were coming to you so that they could scrounge together some outfits. You’ve been on your feet for a while, cutting at different types of fabric, sewing, perfecting, and repeating. This would be a vicious cycle, but you loved creating too much to be burdened by the workload and demand requested of you and your staff. If anything, that demand made you work harder.

A busy 4 hours later, you finally get the chance to sit down. It’s been a day already, and it's only noon. You were a little concerned that Mercedes didnt get back to you at 10, but you knew she would call you back at some point in the day. You open your laptop, and see a notification at the top from a name you didn't expect.

! 1 Gmail Notification from [email protected]

‘I know you’re fucking lying’

“Umm Gio! Mads! Here… and quickly!” They hurry quickly to your side and look at your computer. “What is i- what the fuck is that?” Gio says, pointing at the notification in the top right corner. Madison folds her arms across her chest and sits in her hip, rolling her eyes “I know that’s not who I think it is.” You hear Gio sigh and add on, “This bitch.”

“Calm down with the ad libs alright? Who is this girl anyway? I didn't know anything about her until she came into my shop.” You felt like you were missing out on some important information. Everyone knew about this girl except for you, and you know everyone. Usually. “Oh, I forgot, you weren't out here when she was acting a damn fool.” ‘Excuse me?’

“When was this?” You sit back in the swivel chair, looking at Gio. “While you had your appointment with Roman. She was looking through the clothes saying that her friend JT could make one design better than your entire rack.” ‘THE FUCK?!’

You didn’t stand for disrespect. Both of them knew that. So they knew that this wasn't gonna slide by you. “Lemme see what this email is about,” you say, typing in your password and opening up your Gmail. You were in no way excited nor looking forward to anything that this email was going to say.

Good Morning Ms. Semele,

Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you.

‘You are.’

I admired your shop and your staff so much! Working at your shop seems like such an honor.

‘This fake ass bitch.’

I was wondering how I can apply for a job there. I would like to work closer with the best fashion designers in the east coast, and you are deserving of the title.

‘Whaaaaaaat?!’

Please email me back at [email protected]

~ With love, De’arra Washington

It was dead silent for the next minute and a half. She talks shit about your shop and then wants paid employment here the next day? You had seen all of it. ‘Maybe this can be helpful?’ With this influx of orders, you had been putting your staff through overtime. Maybe one more person could lighten the load for them. You didn't like the idea of her working at your shop based on what you had heard, but if she was offering help, you were going to give her a chance. You clicked the three dots and selected reply and typed a short response.

Hello,

Thank you. Much appreciated. Could you send in a resume please, so that I can look at your work experience?

~ Y/N Semele

“What the hell are you doing?” Madison looks at you with wide eyes. “Calm down, I don't plan to employ her, I just want to see if she’s any good. I already have another person who wants to work here that has a good resume.”

RING RING

Your phone buzzes loud against the counter and an unknown number displays at the top. You pick up the phone to hear a voice you had been waiting to hear all morning.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it's Mercedes. I’m calling from my personal phone.” Fucking finally. “What happened to 10am?” She chuckled to herself and replied, “Got busy. Do you want the information or not?” “I paid good money, didn't I?” She sighs and says, “Fair.” I settled into the chair and put the phone on speaker. You told Madison to tell the other employees to take their lunch break while you three listened to Mercedes give a rundown on De’arra. She joins back with you and Gio and you tell Mercedes that you're ready.

“Alright. De’arra Washington, daughter of Kenan Johnson. He was one of the richest thiefs in the west coast. Specifically in California and Oregon. He stole everything from pencils to old paintings to jewelry. He was on the run for a while, so he fled to Florida and started his own family business and made that into a family mafia. Here in Florida, he met up with a prostitute and turned her into a housewife and had a baby girl while orchestrating robberies from the comfort of his home. De’arra is all kinds of spoiled. Barely got her high school diploma, and her father bribed the president of Howard University so she could study there. Got into a lot of trouble up there stealing shit.. Who would've guessed. And daddy was there to save her. After 2 years, she decided she didn’t want the college life and desired wealth, like her father and moved back to Florida. Speaking of Kenan, he's been eyeing Roman since he moved down here. That’s probably why De'arra is hanging onto him like a lost child. If I knew anything from my years in this business, I'd guess that they are the family trying to challenge Roman, or disassemble the Anoa’i family.”

“So you’re telling me that I'm dealing with a girl with a case of sticky fingers?” She laughs lightly and says, “Basically.”

! 1 Gmail Notification from [email protected]

This must be the resume.

Of course! Here is my resume

resume.pdf

~ With love, De’arra Washington

“Is she emailing you?” Mercedes asks, her tone laced with confusion, understandable though. “Yeah, I'm gonna see what she can do or if she can help me out here at the shop.”

“I've seen her resume before, it's forged. She’s only worked at minimum wage jobs. So anything that has to do with corporate jobs and fashion design is fake as fuck.” ‘What the hell is going on here?!’

“You still gonna give her a chance?” Gio says, reading the fake resume. “She’s not getting a chance, but I'm still gonna let her do a training session today so I can see what she is about.”

2:30 pm

You emailed her back and told her to come here at 2:30 pm to do a training session, which would technically be more like orientation. Both Gio and Madison knew that this could go sideways quickly if she tries something, but they also knew that you weren’t dumb. You knew how to handle yourself in bad situations. And you didn’t let anyone push you around. A red corvette sped across the huge display windows and disappeared into the parking lot on the side of the building. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for the foolery you were going to face today. You fixed up your desk space and closed the file filled with De’arra’s personal information.

You heard the door open and saw two people walking in. “Ms. Semele?” You give her a polite smile and depart from your desk to shake her hand. There she was, wearing a pink crop top stopping right below her breasts and dark ripped jeans with pink butterfly strappy heels. She was hand in hand with someone you didn't know you would see today.

“Hey Ms. Expert.”

That made you genuinely smile. “Didn’t think I'd see you here again. Helping out the missus?” He smiles at you and slowly licks his lips, eyes drifting up and down your body. His eyes found yours and he focused all of his attention on you. “Yeah, I said I was gonna take care of her, and imma do just that.” De’arra gushes and latches onto his arm, but he doesn't budge; he keeps his eyes on you, smirking at you, adding the cherry on top. ‘Was he saying that to me?’ You briefly remember the last time you two spoke in person, and it seems like he was going to make good on his words.

“Oh good, you're here, you can put your stuff in the faculty room. That ok Y/N?” Gio says walking in from the factory downstairs. “Yeah that’s fine. I need to talk with Roman anyways,” You reply, and Gio gives you a simple head nod. “What do you need to talk to him for?” You look at De’arra and she is already sizing you up. You laughed to yourself. There’s no way she’s really trying to pull these strings right now. “About La Mesa Alta’s annual ball.” You kept it short and sweet. Of course, that's not what you guys were actually going to talk about, but you needed to get her off your back. “Well my family is going to be added to La Mesa Alta too, so I should be a part of this conversation,” De’arra demands. “The only thing you should be a part of is your training session. Give me a second i'll be right there,” You fired back, shutting down her request. He trails behind you, but doesnt get far, due to De’arra’s small hand latching onto his wrist.

“You guys can just talk out here-”

“Hell no.” You were getting sick of this back and forth already. “Well why the hell not?”

“Because it’s a private conversation about mafia business.” You could feel that she was already catching an attitude. “Well what type of mafia business involves you being in a room with him alone?” ‘This bitch..’ You turned around for the final time, and your face couldn’t hide the fact that you were fed the hell up. “The type of mafia business that doesn't involve you. Come on Roman.” He follows you into the room and closes the door.

You wipe your hands across your face and catch him looking at you with a sly smirk. “Don’t look at me like that.” He walks closer to you and takes his hand in yours and holds it above your head, twirling you to face away from him. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You close your eyes and melt into his touch. You forgot how much you liked his touch. “That was so sexy.” His breath gave you tingles as he talked into the crook of your neck. “You missed me baby?” While he was luring you with his voice, his hands sneakily dipped into the waistband of your sweats. You turned your head to look at him and gently grab his chin. Your eyes shift from his eyes to his lips, and you lean in to kiss him, but his fingers teasing your folds stop you. “I didn't hear an answer.” He was already making you melt, and you were loving every single second of it. “Y-yes baby I missed you.” He was teasing you, getting close to your lips and then pulling away while rubbing at your sensitive clit. You couldn't stand it. You pull his chin closer to you, trying your hardest to kiss him, but he keeps pulling away still.

“Please baby, kiss me.” You wanted to feel his lips on yours so badly. Without warning his right hand clasps around your neck and finally attaches his lips to yours. His left hand was hard at work, pinching and applying pressure to your clit, while both of your tongues are fighting for dominance. You grind your hips against his hand, giving up on dominance for the time being and letting him take over. He takes his hands off of your neck to tug your tube top down to your waist, freeing your breasts. You moan into his mouth, feeling his warm hands grab at your breasts and the pressure building up between your legs. “Fuck baby that feels so goo-”

BANG BANG BANG

“De’arra decided she doesn't want to do her training session. She’s going to file a complaint to La Mesa Alta to have your shop shut down.”

‘Are you fucking serious?’

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ashcal99 · 9 months

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Collarbones : Jasper Whitlock Hale VI

Chapter Six

"I can see your collarbones and baby I'm scared, Never thought I'd be so unprepared"

Summary: Camila Johnson was only 16 when she was diagnosed with leukemia. By the time she had turned 17, the doctors had tried everything to save her. Her family is close to giving up hope when they hear of a doctor who may be able to help her. The only problem is, he lives on the opposite side of the country. The small family soon decides to move to the small town in Washington, in efforts to prolong her life. In doing so, her life changes forever.

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, violence, descriptions of disease and weight loss, general angst, slow burn, mention of opioids

Words: 6.9k

A/N: Please lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list. This one is kind of more of a filler chapter. Shit hits the wall a bit in the next chapter, hope you enjoy x

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February 4th, 2005

Jasper had stayed the night after, leaning in to what had quickly become their new normal. Their kiss had remained sweet and short, Jasper not wanting to push things too far too quickly. As much as he wanted to ease head first into Camila’s affection, he didn’t want to overwhelm her. Perhaps it was just him being old fashioned, but he refused to put her in any situation where she would have the slightest chance of feeling uncomfortable, because the last thing that he wanted to do was scare her away.

After their display of affection, the two had stayed awake until the early hours of the morning, Jasper insisting to help with her homework that she hadn’t finished due to sleeping all afternoon. As the sun arose, he had reluctantly pulled away from her hold on his hand, knowing that he would have to leave before her mother came in to wake her. The pout she had given him made it nearly impossible for him to leave, so he had settled on trying to kiss the pout away.

Despite their first kiss having only been hours beforehand, the action had felt nothing but natural. The warmth of her breath on his lips made his head spin and for a moment. He couldn’t help but question if something was wrong with him, but no. That was just the effect she had on him. She made it feel like the whole world had tilted on its axis, and it took him what felt like a full minute to decipher that it hadn’t actually done so.

The moment had been coated in thick, raw emotion, even though the whole thing had only lasted a few seconds. The gentle touch of his stone lips has sent her heart racing. She had to resist the urge to pull him back to her as he pulled away, promising to meet her as soon as she arrived at the school.

He would’ve offered to drive her if hadn’t been for the fact that he hadn’t drove there that night. It was much faster to run, and he definitely didn’t need one of her parents seeing his car parked anywhere near the house. As much as he selfishly wanted to drive her to and from the school, wanting to spend every moment possible in her presence, he didn’t want to overwhelm her. He also knew that the short drive was, at most times, the only time she had alone with her mother, and he didn’t want to take that away from either one of them.

So he had left, giving her one last short kiss before climbing back out onto the dewy grass. And he began his run back home, knowing full well that Alice would ambush him as soon as he arrived within a one mile radius.

Camila had taken the time to take a shower, deciding that she needed the feel of the hot water on her skin. Her muscles had begun to ache deeply once more, the meds having been worn off for some time. She refused to take another pill, wanting to be fully alert for her last classes before the weekend. She had a feeling she may end up regretting this choice, but her mind had remained se on her decision.

She stood there in the steam filled room, letting the searing water flow freely over her sore bruised body. Her thoughts began to wander as she sucked in deep breaths, the steam helping open her airways, slightly lifting the weight from her chest. He had initiated the kiss, did that mean it would become a normal thing for them? What did it mean for them? She wasn’t exactly keen on defining their relationship, but she couldn’t help but wonder what exactly that relationship would be labeled as.

A sudden knock on the bathroom door shook her from her thoughts. “We have to leave soon, Honey.” Her mom’s voice said, sounding from the other side of the door. Her eyes widened. How long had she been there, just letting the water run over her freshly cleaned hair? Quickly shutting the flow off, she grabbed her fresh towel from the rack, wrapping the fluffy fabric around her chest, letting it hang down to her knees.

Swinging open the cabinet door, she rushed to plug in her hairdryer, knowing that, despite the time crunch, she couldn’t go out in the cool whether with wet hair. She ran it over her head for a few minutes, her hair frizzing from the humidity before she was content with the result.

Glancing at her cell phone that she had left on the mattress, she took note that she only had a few minutes left. She moved cautiously, trying to move as quick as possible without becoming light headed. She refused to willingly give up any of her time with Jasper, so she settled with her usual baggy t-shirt, leggings, jacket, and combat boots, pulling them on quickly, before halfway stumbling out of her bedroom, bag slung over her shoulder.

Michelle gave her a soft smile, handing Camila her usual breakfast of a granola bar and protein shake. “Thanks.” She muttered, following behind the woman as they made their way to the car.

Clouds cluttered the sky, casting a dim light down on the road before them as the wound their way down the familiar street. “So.” He mother said, clearing her throat as her eyes remained on the road before her. “How are you liking the new school so far? Making many friends?” She asked. “You know, besides Jasper?” She added teasingly, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards.

Camila nodded, not able to stop the smile from spreading on her face as she continued. “Yeah, I completely forgot to tell you yesterday. Angela, a girl in my history class, invited me to go dress shopping with her and a couple other girls on Tuesday for prom.” She said, continuing as she took in the worried look on her mother’s face. “Don’t worry, I still don’t plan on going to prom.” She assured her, shoving another bite of her granola bar into her mouth, wincing slightly as she forced the dry food down her throat.

Michelle shook her head lightly. “No, it’s not that. Are you sure you’ll be up for that after being at school all day?” She said, voice coated in concern. She couldn’t help it, Camila was her baby, and she just wanted her safe.

Camila couldn’t help the sigh that left her lips. “I promise it’s okay, Mom. We’ll only be out for a couple hours and we’re getting dinner after.” She said, attempting to ease her mother’s discomfort. “Besides, if I need to come home, I’ll just call and have you pick me up, promise.” She added quickly, taking her last gulp of the unsavory protein shake as she gestured crossing her heart.

Her mother let out an ever deeper sigh. “Fine.” She grumbled, not completely convinced, but wanting her daughter to have fun.

“Also…” Camila started, trailing off slightly. “Alice was the one who invited me over for tomorrow, Jasper’s sister.” She corrected pointedly, receiving a nod and content smile from her mother in return as they pulled up to the school. Of course her mother had been fine with her Saturday plans, Carlisle being in attendance.

Camila’s eyes flickered over to the Cullens’ usual parking space, immediately spotting the mop of golden curls. She cleared her throat, leaning forward to give her mother a sideways hug before quickly exiting the car. “Love you, Mom.” She said, quickly shutting the door behind her.

Jasper, like promised, was almost immediately by her side, grasping her hand in his, returning to their mutual state of comfort. A light mist hovered in the air as small water droplets began to fall from the sky. “Come on.” He muttered softly, tugging her gently in the direction of the main doors. “Don’t want you getting sick.” He said, rubbing his thumb lightly on the back of her hand.

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Much to her dismay, despite rushing to make it to school early enough to spend time with Jasper, she had only been given a few minutes before the bell had rung, signaling the start of the day. She had been reluctant in leaving his side, finally doing so as he promised to save her a seat next to him for lunch.

Camila had opted, once again, to take her seat next to Angela as her history class started. She had been wondering all night if the girl had mustered up the courage to ask Eric, and couldn’t hold herself back as it was the first question she asked. “Soooo…” She drew out dramatically. “Did you ask him?” She asked, raising an eyebrow in question as she waited patiently for her answer.

Redness creeped up to Angela’s cheeks as tucked a piece of hair behind her ear bashfully. “Maybe…” She muttered lowly, earning a squeal from the girl.

“Girls.” The teacher scolded, warning them of their noise.

‘Sorry.’ Camila mouthed, grimacing just slightly before bringing her attention back to the teen next to her. “Go on.” She urged, nudging her shoulder to continue as she cupped her hands together in front of herself, listening intently.

The blush deepened as she admitted. “He said yes.” She whispered, leaning close as if it was a trade secret.

Camila beamed at the news. “See? I told you.” She said cheerfully. “Strong. Independent.” She said confidently, nodding her head curtly.

Angela giggled, giddy from the conversation. “I know, and I promise to save you a speech at our wedding.” She joked. Camila’s heart plummeted, trying to keep her smile from dropping as she looked down to her textbook. She knew it was a joke of course, but it didn’t stop the words from wiping the happiness from her heart.

She shook her head lightly, refusing to let one lighthearted joke put a damper on her day. “Well, congrats on the engagement.” She joked.

Angela scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully. “Well what about you and Jasper?” She asked, looking to her expectantly.

Camila raised an eyebrow, gaining nonchalance as his name caused her heart to skip a beat. “What about me and Jasper?” She asked innocently.

“Oh come on.” She urged. “I saw you guys leave right after lunch together. Are you guys dating?” She said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Of course someone had seen. Oh well. She would have to give her some sort of reason now.

Her mind reeled, trying to find a simple explanation, because she didn’t know the answer. The word ‘dating’ felt so juvenile, simultaneously too much of a description for what was going on between them as well as no where near enough. “Blood tests in biology.” She said, settling on the half truth. “I get queasy from the sight of blood. He took me home.” She explained simply, as if the whole thing was no big deal.

“Awww.” Angela cooed, clutching her hands to her chest. “That’s actually so sweet.” She said, jutting her bottom lip out in a pout.

Camila rolled her eyes, shoving her lightly. “Shut up.” She muttered, hanging her head as it was her turn to blush. This earned another giggle from the girl.

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By the time lunch had rolled around, her suspicions had shown correct. The aches in her bones, in her joins were almost too much to handle as the day went on and she was definitely beginning to regret not taking her meds that morning. She should’ve known not to do it. Should’ve listened to her own concerns and just given in, but the decision had already been made, and there was no point in dawning on it now.

Of course, Jasper had immediately caught on to her discomfort, no doubt with the help of his ‘gift’. The pain had began to grow overwhelming as a dull throbbing started in her forehead. Everything combined with the noise of the cafeteria was causing a migraine to build behind her brow.

Jasper couldn’t help but stare at her as she sat there, eyes squinted slightly at the fluorescent lighting. “Headache?” He muttered softly, watching as her eyes shot open suddenly, looking up at him from beneath his arm as she nodded slightly. He hummed, letting his forehead rest on hers as her eyes fluttered closed.

She sighted in content, the coolness of his skin helping ease the throbbing inside her skull. He knew that it may be a bit too intimate of a thing to do in the middle of the cafeteria, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. If it helped ease her pain, then it was well worth the stares. As much as he originally wanted to keep thing discreet between the two of them, he was beginning to realize how difficult that would be.

A low snicker sounded from across the table followed a loud thwack. “Emmet.” Jasper muttered, warning his brother, as his eyes remained closed. Clearly he hadn’t learned, or maybe hadn’t taken Jasper seriously enough before.

“Okay, okay, sorry. Jesus.” He said, holding up his hands in defense, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“Actually, his name is Jasper.” Camila muttered softly, eyes sill shut tightly as a smile ghosted her lips, earning soft laughter from Jasper.

Emmet, clearly confused by her statement, stared at the two, eyebrows furrowed in pure confusion. He looked to Alice for an explanation, receiving a shrug of the shoulders instead.

They had remained like this for the remainder of their lunch period, foreheads pressed gently against one another, basking in the comfort of their touch. Suddenly, cold palms pressed against her ears, jolting her from Jasper as a muffled ringing of the school bell sounded. She turned, seeing a smiling Alice behind her. “Thanks.” She said softly, giving her wide smile and wrapping her arms tenderly around the girl’s petite frame in a tight hug. The immortal girl was so damn sweet, blocking the loud noise from her ears like that. It baffled her how anybody in this godforsaken town dared to call her weird.

Alice grinned, ear to ear, as she wrapped her arms securely around Camila, reciprocating the friendly gesture. “See you tomorrow.” She said brightly as she pulled away from the embrace. “Jasper will be back there at eleven to pick you up.” She said.

Her words caught in Camila’s ears. Back there. A blush crept its way onto her cheeks. Of course she would know that Jasper had been spending the night with her as of late, but that didn’t stop her from being bashful about it.

Jasper stood, gathering both of their bags before intertwining their fingers, returning to their normal position of holding hands. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you home now?” He asked hesitantly.

Camila shook her head, following his lead out into the hallway. “I’m sure.” She reassured him. “I just want to finish my classes. Besides, that whole thing really did help the headache.” She admitted. “Thanks for that, by the way.” She added, sending him a bashful smile, her cheeks remaining reddened.

He lead her towards her Mr. Molina’s classroom, their shoes adding to the clattering sounds of the busy hallway. “My pleasure.” He said, smirk prominent.

She nudged her shoulder with his, as if it would do anything, and muttered a soft ‘shut up’ as she rolled her eyes at him playfully. The one minute warning bell rung loudly throughout the hall as they stopped next the door of her next class.

He swung her bag from his shoulder, keeping it tightly in his grasp as he stood there for a moment, seemingly lost in her eyes. He bit his lip, contemplating if he should give in to his desires. Give in to the need to feel her lips on his once again, if even only for a second.

The feeling of her lips on his had been plaguing his mind all day. The way she had sent swarms of butterflies all around his insides. The way she has kissed him back with just as much feeling behind it as him. The emotions that were immolating from her, but hadn’t wanted to be too certain of the clarity in what the meant.

“You should probably go. You’ll be late.” She said softly as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

Jasper smiled down at her, eyes not faltering as he answered. “Don’t worry, you’re worth it, trust me.” He said, closing the already gradually narrowed gap between their lips.

Her eyes fluttered closed, leaning into his touch, into the tenderness of his kiss, before it was gone all too soon. The kiss, like his others, had nearly taken her breath away, and she wondered vaguely and rather doubtfully if she would ever get used to the feeling of his lips on hers. Her eyes opened to find him glaring down the hall, in the opposite direction of herself. She followed his gaze, landing on none other than Tyler Crowley.

Their glaring contest remained until the boy passed, entering the biology classroom, his eyes flickering back to hers. “You had to do that on purpose, right?” She asked chidingly, referring to the kiss that so happened to be timed directly when the boy had been walking down the hall towards them.

Jasper shook his head, denying the accusation. “I admit, he really doesn’t like me.” He admitted, recalling the hatred that had ran through the teen’s mind. “But no.” He continued. “I definitely don’t need any other reason to want to kiss you, Darlin’.” He said, smirking as he closed his eyes and laid yet another kiss on her lips.

A clearing of a throat interrupted their moment, the couple pulling away quickly to find Mr. Molina, arms crossed with an eyebrow raised. “Miss Johnson, you may want to come in before I have to mark you tardy.” He said, turning his gaze to Jasper. “And Mr Cullen.” He continued. “Do you, or do you not have a class to get to?” He asked pointedly.

“Sorry, Mr. Molina.” They said in unison, Camila’s cheeks turning a bright deep of red as she took her bag from Jasper’s outstretched hand.

“I’ll see you in calculous.” Jasper promised, whispering as he made sure that Mr. Molina was no longer looking before bringing their still intertwined fingers to his lips where he laid a delicate kiss to her knuckles. He dropped her hand slowly, reluctant as always to lose her touch as he retreated to his next class.

She had just made it inside the door frame as the tardy bell sounded. Jasper smiled, the feeling of her lips fresh on his mind. His first tardy slip. He would never hear the end of it when Emmet inevitably found out, that much he was sure of. He didn’t care though. She was worth it.

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The aching, throbbing pain in her body had somehow almost doubled by the time Camila’s calculous class had rolled around, and she found herself, once again, grateful to have the class with Jasper. His presence was always a comforting thing to her and, in that moment, it was helping distract her from her pain, even if not completely. She could see the finish line. There was only less than twenty minutes left to the class and then she could go home and rest. She had been counting down the minutes of the last half hour, eyes flickering to the clock that hung on the front wall of the room every couple minutes.

Jasper had, of course, felt that she was in pain. Doing the best he could in the situation by dipping his fingers under the hem of her shirt, laying his cold palm on the small of her back, hoping that it might help alleviate some of the ache in her spine. Hoping that he wasn’t stepping over the line with his touch. She would be home soon, he assured himself. Home soon, so that she could take her meds and start to feel better. He had sent waves of comfort to her, watching her body relax into her seat as he gave in to the use of his powers. As much as he hated using his powers on her without permission, the action feeling as if he was invading her privacy, he knew that this would be an exception he was happy to make to that rule.

Camila let out a sigh of relief, goosebumps rising from his gentle touch. “Thank you.” She said gratefully. The pain was still there of course, but in that moment she could feel his influence. Feel that he had used his powers to help distract her the best he could from that pain.

He leaned his head forward to lay a tender kiss to her temple. “No thanks necessary, Ma’am.” He said, southern accent thick. He hadn’t been sure when exactly he had decided to throw all caution to the wind, but he couldn’t exactly help himself from showing the little displays of affection. Everything seemed so natural for them that he had found it difficult to remind himself to try and hold some of it back. He didn’t really care anymore though.

Sure, they definitely had a lot to talk about still and the last thing he wanted to do was skew her decision at the end of it all, but he couldn’t stop himself. His feelings were growing too quickly for him to get a mental grasp on them, the magnetic pull towards her was reeling him in much too strongly. He just couldn’t hold it back anymore, and he wasn’t even sure if he actually wanted to.

He had stayed there, glued to her side after the bell had rung signaling the end of class. His concentration didn’t waver one bit as he made sure continue sending calming waves, wanting to comfort her for as long as possible before having to let her go.

Camila had been the one to kiss him this time, forcing herself onto her tiptoes as she closed the gap between their lips. She wasn’t quite sure where the sudden confidence had stemmed from, but it probably had to do with his near constant displays of affection he had been showing her over the past twenty-four hours. Either way, she didn’t hold back as she pressed her lips to his, not caring about the stares they were starting to get as they stood against the wall of lockers.

Reluctantly, Jasper forced himself to pull away, knowing that her mother was waiting just outside of the doors to take her home. “Take your meds and get some rest when you get home.” He said, brushing his thumb against her plump lower lip, unable to take his eyes off of it. “I’ll see you later tonight, promise.” He promised, nudging her towards the exit.

“Fineeee.” Camila drew out dramatically, rolling her eyes playfully. She forced herself not to look back to him as she followed the crowd outside. Scanning the busy parking lot, she found her mother’s car and set her course. She winced as she felt Jasper’s powers leave, hit by a sudden wave of pain, no doubt too far for the calm to reach her any longer. Using every bit of strength left in her, she pulled the passenger door open, sinking into the seat as she let out an exhausted sigh, closing it swiftly behind herself.

A look of concern immediately plastered itself onto her mother’s face. “Are you okay, Sweetie? Do I need to take you to see Carlisle?” She asked, voice laced with panic as she took in her daughters slouched over frame.

Camila shook her head, closing her eyes as she leaned further back into the seat. “I’m fine Mom, promise. I just forgot to take my meds today.” She assured her.

Michelle remained silent for a moment, lip pulled between her teeth as she seemed to be mulling over a thought in her head. “Maybe…” She stared cautiously. “Maybe we should to think about pulling you out of public school.” She said.

Camila’s eyes shot open, wincing as she pushed herself upright and alert in her seat. “What?” She asked, a slight panic in her voice. “I just started. I’m fine, I swear.” She said, tears beginning to well in the corners of her eyes. She didn’t want to leave school, no matter how hard it was becoming. She had just started to make friends. She didn’t want to spend the last few months of her life lonely.

“You’re not okay though, Honey.” Her mother interjected, voice thick with emotion. “This was my concern with letting you go in the first place. You only have a little bit left with us, less than we were expecting, and I don’t want that time to be shortened because you’re pushing yourself to do too much.” She explained, voice cracking as a stray tear streamed down her cheek.

Maybe it was a good thing that the topic had finally been brought up. It was too often that her parents brushed her illness under the rug. Acted like everything was fine as if not talking about it would upset Camila any less. “I know, Mom. I promise to take care of myself better. I just want to be able to have friends again.” She said, bitting her lip in attempt to stop it from quivering. “I don’t want to be lonely again.” She whispered.

Michele sniffled, blinking rapidly as she shook her head, trying to rid herself of the tears. “Okay. One more time with something like this and that’s it.” She stated stubbornly. “And don’t think this means I won’t discuss this with your father when he gets home from work. I’m holding you to that promise missy.” She said, pointing a finger at the girl.

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The hours ticked by at an agonizing pace, Jasper not knowing what to with his time as he waited for the minute to arrive in which he could see Camila once again. The sun hadn’t even set yet, but he felt like the waiting had been going on for a millennium. He had tried distracting himself with his homework, but that had taken a comically short amount of time to finish. Hunting was out of the picture as he had done so only the day before. In that moment he couldn’t help but wonder how he had managed to fill his time on any other occasion. Over a century of living and he couldn’t manage to fill one afternoon.

He had settled on attempting to read one of the many books lining the shelves of his room, struggling to adequately assign his attention to the paper when a knock suddenly sounded on his door. He sighed, raising to his feet to answer the knock when it swung open on its own accord. He had been expecting Alice or even Emmet, come to tease him about the displays of affection that he had shown that day at school, but instead, there stood Edward. The last person he had expected to come knocking.

He hadn’t had an actual conversation with Edward in over a week, both having been mutually avoiding each other, so his sudden appearance had shocked him a bit. “Edward.” He greeted bluntly as he returned to his seat, closing the book he had been ‘reading’.

“Jasper…” Edward started awkwardly. “I wanted to come and apologize for the way that I’ve been acting.” He admitted, looking down to the shiny floorboards in guilt. “I guess… I can’t help but be jealous of you.” He admitted reluctantly.

Jasper sighed, gesturing for Edward to take a seat next to him. “I know.” He said bluntly. Of course he had known Edward was jealous, it had been painfully obvious. “I’m sure this whole thing is very difficult for you.” He said sympathetically, referring of course to their situation with the two human girls. “But,” He continued. “I don’t want you to think that this isn’t difficult for me too.” He said.

Edward’s shoulders hunched over in defeat as he settled into the chair next to him. “I know that, and I truly am sorry for taking my frustrations out on you.” He said, Jasper urging him to continue with a pointed glare. “And on her.” He admitted, hanging his head in shame. “I promise to be on my best behavior tomorrow when she comes over. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He said, dramatically gesturing crossing his heart.

Dropping the glare, Jasper smirked. “You better be. I can embarrass you around Bella Swan just as easily.” He threatened, sending a playful punch into his adopted brother’s shoulder. Okay, so maybe he did understand why everyone had been teasing him about Camila, it was kind of fun.

Edward groaned dramatically. “You and Emmet both.” He complained, rolling his eyes. “I am really happy for you, you know?” He said, suddenly serious again as he gave him a soft smile. “I’m happy to see that you’ve found someone to make you happy. You deserve it.” He admitted.

If Jasper was able, he knew he would be blushing. If his heart wasn’t frozen in his chest, he knew it would be racing. She did make him happy. Make him feel like he was floating just at the sound of her voice. Just at the mention of her name. Make him feel like his heart still beat in his chest. Make him not feel like such a monster. “Thank you, Edward. I want the same for you too.” He said earnestly.

“Unfortunately, things are a bit more complicated for me.” Edward said, pain filling his eyes as he stared off at nothing in particular.

Jasper leaned forward, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I have faith that everything will work out for the best, Brother. Regardless of what happens, know that I’m here for you. That’s what family is for, right?” He said, giving him a soft smile. Edward reciprocated the smile, pulling him to a hug, hearing that he spoke with the utmost honesty.

The truth was, regardless of the difficulties of their separate situations, they were both completely and utterly screwed. Both of their happiness, their loves, their lives hung on the line of the most fragile thing possible. The lives of humans.

Miraculously, Jasper somehow managed to not go insane as he waited the remainder of the time, Edward having given him some information to think about while that time passed. It wasn’t exactly new information, but it did give him the opportunity to think about things in a new light.

While Bella’s future lied in the hands of Edward himself and the limits of his control, Camila’s laid solely in her own hands. He wasn’t exactly sure what was best out of the two scenarios, having to trust in your control to give them the life that they deserved, or having no real possibility of giving them that future to begin with.

Deep down, he knew that despite his selfish wants, if he had been given the opportunity to give Camila a long and beautiful human life, he would do so in heartbeat. She deserved a normal future, not just the options of death and darkness. Irregardless, those were the choices she had been given, and Jasper could do nothing to change that.

So, when the hour finally arrived, he was there as promised, right at her window, right on time. He could hear her heartbeat as he stood outside of the home, slow and steady. She was sleeping, he realized, as he moved to ease the window open, cringing slightly at the creaking of the wooden frame. He had contemplated for a moment whether or not he should just leave, but had decided against it. He had promised her that he would be there, and he wouldn’t break that promise, so instead, he moved as quietly as he possibly could, not wanting to wake her from her much needed slumber.

In the end, it was the damned window that had betrayed his stealth. As he had gently moved the pane of glass back into place, it had squealed in protest, causing her to stir in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, her bright green irises squinting through the dim lighting towards his lean frame. “Jasper?” She whispered, voice slightly cracking from the sleep.

He let out a heavy sigh, visibly deflating as he made his way towards her to join her on the old worn mattress. “I’m sorry, Darlin’, I was trying to be quiet.” He apologized as he took a seat in what had become his usual spot, the springs groaning in protest of his added weight.

Camila shook her head, pushing the dull ache to the back of her mind as she came to sitting position, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “No, it’s okay. I want to be awake.” She assured him.

Jasper reached forward, grasping her chin gently between his cool fingers as he peered into her eyes. “How are you feeling?” He asked, concern coating his voice.

She smiled lightly, leaning into his chilled touch. “Much better.” She said, reaching down to intertwine her fingers with his free hand.

He let his grasp fall from her chin, his eyes not leaving hers. “Alice wanted me to warn you that we will be absent from school on Monday and Tuesday.” He informed, a slight frown forming.

Camila slouched, giving him a childish pout. “Why?” She asked, not able to stop the disappointment from showing clear as day.

He resisted the urge to kiss the pout away as he rubbed his thumb comfortingly across the back of her hand. “It’s going to be sunny.” He said simply.

Her eyebrows raised in interest. “Don’t tell me the whole thing about vampires burning in the sun is true.” She said.

Jasper couldn’t help the burst of laughter coming from his chest as he processed her words. “No.” He said, smile bright with humor. “I’ll show you tomorrow what I mean, but we definitely don’t burn.” He assured her. “Or spontaneously combust.” He joked.

She sighed exasperatedly. “Fineee.” She drew out. “I guess I’ll survive without you.” She teased. In truth, she was more than a little bit bummed that he wouldn’t be there. She had gotten so used to his company that the thought of having to sit at a different table with the rest of her ‘friends’ during lunch did admittedly upset her.

“I can come over right after school if you’d like.” He offered, knowing full well that the suggestion was just as much for his benefit as hers. He had a sense that being away from her would be much more difficult than he had originally expected. As much as he was aware that she would need the rest after such long days, he couldn’t stop the selfishness as he asked, knowing that he would be content with just holding her as she slept if she would let him.

A smile formed on her face, the excitement at the idea of seeing him almost making her forget of her plans that had been previously made, her shoulders sagging as she suddenly remembered. “I’m helping Angela shop for a prom dress on Tuesday.” She said disappointedly. “After that though?” She asked expectantly. He nodded, immediately agreeing to the idea as he laid a soft kiss to her knuckles.

Camila sucked in a breath at the touch of his lips. The same lips that she had been growing accustomed to feeling on her own. Angela’s words from earlier that day flew through her mind. Dating.

As much as thinking about the topic made her cringe, she felt she had to figure it out before going into his home and seeing his family. Had to figure out what all of the affection, all of the kissed meant to him. She knew what they meant to her of course, but the possibility of him not feeling the same while her emotions were as clear as day for him to read on her was particularly mortifying.

“So… speaking of Angela.” She started, trying to act casual regardless of the fact that the racing of her heart would inevitably give her away. “She asked me today if we were dating…” She trailed off.

Curiosity sparked along with nervousness in his chest, the topic instantly gaining his full interest. “What did you tell her?” He asked.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, gnawing slightly, and it took everything in him to not stare at the action. “I kind of evaded the question.” She admitted. His heart sunk slightly at her words, forcing himself to nod in understanding. “What should I have told her?” She asked cautiously.

He paused for a moment to think. He wasn’t exactly sure of his answer. He knew what he wanted, but also didn’t to put her in any situation that would make her uncomfortable, so he answered honestly. “Whatever answer you would’ve given her would’ve been okay with me.” He assured her.

“I didn’t want to assume anything just because you kissed me.” She said softly, nervousness coursing through her veins.

Jasper perked up, realizing suddenly what she meant. This whole time he had been concerned of pushing things too far and making her uncomfortable, while she was concerned of doing the same to him. “I know this probably sounds completely ridiculous, and please, don’t hesitate to tell me to back off, because I know that this whole thing has been moving quickly even for me.” He started, gesturing between the two of them. “But I have never felt more deeply for someone as I do with you and I promise you I will be happy with anything that you are willing to give me.” He said, pouring as much emotion into his words as was possible.

Camila’s heart soared at his admission and for once, she hadn’t felt embarrassed by the fact that he could hear what he was doing to her heart. Could feel what he was doing to her emotions. She didn’t hold herself back as she pressed her lips to his in what would normally be a bruising force to anybody else, putting every ounce of her feelings into the kiss.

For a moment, she wasn’t certain about whether or not everything was heightened because she had been sure she would never feel this way. Would never be given the opportunity to love someone. She had been so certain that love had been off the table for her for good, and then there he was offering her so much more than just that. She knew as well as he did that it was ridiculous, feeling love for someone you barely just met, but she knew deep down that it was just that. Love.

She couldn’t deny herself any longer, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it to him yet. She was falling in love with him, and even with as quick as everything was moving, it all felt completely natural somehow. Like she was meant to love him, and even though he hadn’t blatantly admitted that he was falling in love with her as well, she knew that was what it was. Like there was an invisible string tying them to each other making it all make sense.

Her warm lips burned into his, melting the world around them and searing their touch permanently into his mind. Her hands trailed up to his hair, wrapping her fingers in the strands at the base of his neck. The ferocity of her kiss had his head spinning and he had to force his instincts back to remain gentle as he curled his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly close to himself.

Their mouths moved in sync, his mind going fuzzy. There was so much emotion behind the kiss. So much love, and he could feel every bit of it. He didn’t need her to tell him how she felt, because he could feel it himself, and nothing had ever overwhelmed him more. Never in his long drawn out life had he felt so much pure and raw emotion. They would tell each other of their feelings when they were both ready, but in that moment all they needed to do was show each other. Feel it in their touch.

Reluctantly, he forced himself back from her kiss, reminding himself that unlike him, she needed to breath. Their foreheads rested together, basking in each others embrace as he allowed her time to catch her breath. He lowered his body slowly down to the mattress, pulling her into his chest, focusing on the racing of her heart and the feel of her fingertips on his skin.

And they laid like that, just holding each other until the sun rose in the sky, casting shadows in the soft light around them. Until he was forced to leave, promising to return soon, just as Alice had promised would happen.

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allthingsfern · 4 months

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Roses VI; Washington Park - International Rose Test Garden. Portland, 07-17-23.

#photographers on tumblr #black and white #flowers #roses

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Gabe and Vi | one-sided rivalry

Jessie and Vi | one-sided rivalry

Gonna take a wild guess and say that it’s Vi raging war on both of them lol…

Good guess! Bonus round: Which one is Vincent's rivalry and which one is Vivian's......

#😂#vi is both impossible and predictable #lovely anon #answered #v washington #g cortés #j morales

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Marzi, I need both your knowledge of historical fashion & sewing expertise. You’ve stated before how the not-rich would update their clothes to the new silhouette instead of buying new ones (with images of the very obvious resulting outfits). I’m wondering if a talented (but non-professional) seamstress (ca. 1820) updated a man’s (decade old at least) redingote into her pelisse how obvious would it be? Would there be any stigma about a woman’s garment being a man’s prior (or vis-versa)? Thanx

Would depend on whether any tell-tale seam lines were left that made sense for a man's redingote but not a woman's pelisse. Since she'd be adapting a relatively shapeless garment into one with a defined bodice-section and skirt-section I kind of doubt there'd be much to give it away- under those circumstances, I personally would just cut out the bodice pieces entirely from the top part of the redingote and gather down the remaining "skirt" to fit the waistline of the bodice I'd created, if that makes sense. Take in the sleeves to match the armsceyes of the new bodice, take them up if necessary, and voila- new pelisse with nobody the wiser about how it was created.

There was no stigma about what "gender" a garment started life as, no! And I know this for a fact because I've read a letter from around that time wherein a husband tells his wife to take fabric from his old coat to commission for herself a black velvet jacket of the sort lately fashionable in Washington, D.C.

Which brings me to the point that it was not just poor people who did this! That family in the letter were EXTREMELY wealthy, and- like many westerners of the 19th century -still considered frugality a virtue. Later in the century, you get stories of Gilded Age socialites taking thair own fabrics to the House of Worth to save money on new gowns, or saving excess fabric from Parisian couturiers and having local dressmakers craft extra bodices for the gowns in question.

(I will say, though, that in the early 19th century home dress-sewing was still less common than it would later become, even for working-class people. Commercial patterns weren't widely available yet, and many aspects of "mantua-making," as it was often called, were trade secrets. A large number of even less wealthy women had their clothes professionally made back then.)

#ask #anon #dress history #fashion history #long post

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🔴🔴🔴 La Russia pubblica un rapporto di 2.000 pagine che dimostra la pandemia di Covid prodotta dal Deep State e da Big Pharma La Russia ha apertamente affermato che le principali aziende farmaceutiche, insieme a figure influenti nel panorama politico statunitense, hanno orchestrato la pandemia di Covid-19 come parte di una strategia di dominio globale. Tra coloro nominati come partecipanti a questo piano ci sono Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama, Joe Biden e George Soros, suggerendo il loro coinvolgimento in una cospirazione contro l'umanità.

"L'ambasciata russa negli Stati Uniti ha dichiarato giovedì: "La Russia vuole giustizia per la creazione e il rilascio del SARS-CoV-2, mentre l'Occidente ha nascosto le origini e censurato scienziati e giornalisti". Le autorità russe affermano che le iniziative di bioricerca intraprese dal Dipartimento della Difesa americano in Ucraina necessitano di un’approfondita revisione legale, compreso il controllo da parte delle pertinenti organizzazioni internazionali.

L'ambasciata ha espresso preoccupazione per le operazioni del Pentagono in Ucraina, affermando: “Di particolare preoccupazione è l'attività svolta dal Pentagono in Ucraina. Gli Stati Uniti hanno coinvolto nei loro progetti decine di istituzioni statali e aziende private del Paese”. La dichiarazione ulteriormente elaborata: “I civili e il personale militare della repubblica sono diventati donatori di biomateriali e semplicemente soggetti sperimentali. Non c’è dubbio che tali azioni richiedano un’adeguata valutazione giuridica, anche da parte delle strutture internazionali competenti”.

Persistono preoccupazioni sulla scena internazionale riguardo alla ricerca incontrollata a duplice scopo condotta sotto la guida del Dipartimento della Difesa degli Stati Uniti, con la Russia che cita costantemente “gravi violazioni” da parte degli Stati Uniti degli impegni della Convenzione sulle armi biologiche e tossiche. I diplomatici hanno osservato: “Washington ignora le affermazioni, giustificandosi con una certa componente umanitaria dei suoi programmi”.

Hanno aggiunto: “Sottolineiamo che non vi è alcun dubbio sugli eventuali buoni obiettivi dei progetti del Dipartimento della Difesa degli Stati Uniti. Sono disponibili prove del lavoro degli Stati Uniti con potenziali agenti di armi biologiche e sono tutt’altro che isolate, così come prove di tentativi di migliorare deliberatamente le proprietà degli agenti patogeni di infezioni economicamente significative”.

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