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slutforsilverfoxes · 9 months

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What Happens in New York…

You took in a deep breath as soon as you crossed through the back door of the restaurant and into the parking lot, arms outstretched while you enjoyed the brisk New York air, and declared, “I gotta get me a new job.”

“What?” Sean, your best friend and roommate of several years, taunted from behind you, making up for your head start in a few long strides. “Waiting on rich people not cutting it for you anymore?”

“Waiting on rich, crusty old white men and their wives who seem to drop in age each year isn’t cutting it anymore,” you corrected his statement. “Now gimme that helmet,” you demanded with grabby fingers. “I wanna go home, watch Marvel movies, and finish that bottle of wine we opened on Monday.”

“Speaking of old white men,” the blonde started with a laugh, tossing you your helmet before sitting astride his motorcycle and strapping his own on, “my brother’s in town. Mind if I stop by to say hi?”

“Ah, yes, the G-man,” you nodded all-knowingly, tucking your legs up under you and getting settled behind Sean’s lithe body. “Is he seeing anyone?” Sean purposefully revved the bike and pretended like he couldn’t hear you, so you tapped aggressively on his visor until he turned to give you the stink eye. “I said is he seeing anyone, you dick?”

“What’s it to you, huh?”

“Well, the way you describe him, he’s probably got a nice pension and benefits going with all the hours he works. I could make a cute housewife!”

“Funny,” your best friend deadpanned. He used his foot to raise the kickstand before guiding the bike out to the main road. “Too bad for him, ‘cause you’re my cute housewife.”

“Gross.”

His ensuing laughter got lost in the New York traffic.

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“Do you wanna come in with me?” Sean asked as you hopped off the bike and stretched your legs outside of the precinct.

“Nah,” you shook your head in response and pulled out your phone. “You go ahead and see big bro. I’m taking full advantage of my allotted yard time.”

The blonde rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re a riot. Be back soon.”

“Don’t get in a fight,” you called out lazily amid a yawn, breathing in the cold winter air to ward off your exhaustion.

Several minutes later, you were scrolling idly through your phone while you waited for your friend, leaning against his bike for support and stifling yet another yawn when the hairs at the nape of your neck stood at attention, and you suddenly felt the clarity of alertness.

“Hey there,” a voice called out from nearby, and you studiously ignored the lackluster greeting. It was followed by a whistle that was evidently supposed to woo you, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, stuffing one hand into your pocket and letting out a disgruntled noise when you weren’t rewarded by your headphones. “This your bike, little lady?”

“Why, you in the market?” you barked back, finally raising your gaze to meet that of an NYPD officer.

“Maybe I am,” he responded with a smile that set you even more on edge. “Wanna take me for a test ride?” His buddy behind him laughed at the innuendo, and this time you did roll your eyes.

“Hard pass.”

“C’mon, baby, you look like you could use some fun in your life,” he continued, and when he took a step closer, your hackles rose. Deciding that my best friend’s brother is an FBI agent wasn’t going to cut it, you answered coolly, “My boyfriend’s an FBI agent working in your office up there, and I don’t think he’d take kindly to you propositioning me outside your precinct. Honor and integrity and all that, right?” You forced your mouth into a smile that dropped when the officer removed the badge pinned to his jacket.

“I’m off the clock, sweetheart. And I don’t see your boyfriend anywhere.”

“Turn around.”

The rumble of an unfamiliar voice had you looking over the officer’s head to find the frowning visage of a handsome brunette with striking features. Sean came to your side protectively, murmuring, “Hey, you okay?” as the officer turned to look up at the imposing older Hotchner and stammered, “I’m- I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was with you.”

The brunette tilted his head to one side and narrowed his eyes, and the air around him positively crackled with power. Quietly, he challenged, “And why should that matter?” As the officer opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, he took a step closer and dropped his voice even lower. “Go home to your wife, Officer-” His eyes darted over to the name tag before continuing, “-McNally, and be ready for a disciplinary hearing at some point this week, because I will be speaking to your supervisor directly.”

He nodded deferentially, refusing to make eye contact, and tried to scurry away, but Sean’s older brother barked, “Officer McNally! Isn’t there something you’d like to say to my girlfriend?”

“Sorry!” he called sheepishly, heat rising to his cheeks despite the chill outside. “Sorry, ma’am, won’t happen again.”

Sean and his brother watched until the officer and his friend had turned the corner, then directed their attention to you. “I hope that wasn’t your introduction to New York’s finest,” the older Hotchner remarked with a frown, holding his hand out to you. “I’m Aaron. Your boyfriend, apparently,” he tacked on, lips twitching to fight a smile.

A blush crept across your cheeks as you took his hand. “Y/N, Sean’s best friend. Sorry about all…that,” you said through a laugh, gesturing broadly at the scene that had just taken place.

“Please don’t apologize. It’s nice to be name dropped for a good reason,” Aaron responded warmly, this time allowing his mouth to turn upward in a genuine smile. Sean coughed pointedly beside you and you hurried to pull your hand from his brother’s grip, your face growing even warmer at the realization you’d been standing there holding his hand for several seconds like an absolute buffoon.

“Home, Sean- we should- gotta go,” you stammered out, wincing at your brain literally short circuiting from a single touch.

“Wow,” Sean breathed out through a laugh. “You actually broke her, Aaron.” Turning to you, he faux-whispered, “So you really do have a thing for older guys?”

“Woah, hey!” You yell to be heard through laughter in the present. “You did not say that,” you call your best friend on his bullshit, pointing a fork threateningly in his direction. Aaron gently lowers your wrist as you continue, “And I wasn’t that awestruck, okay? He was handsome, but I wasn’t like, drooling, guys, c’mon-”

“Maybe just a little,” your fiancé teases, eyes widening playfully when you turn the silverware on him next.

“Derek.” You turn to Aaron’s friend and declare, “You’re getting upgraded to best man and young Hotchner over there is being relegated to flower girl.”

Sean winks at you from his temporary spot on the floor where he’s regaling your friends and families with the story of how he introduced you two- at least, his version of the story. “Just so you know, I happen to look cute in a dress.”

“Have some more champagne, honey,” Aaron instructs with a smile as he refills your flute. You dutifully take a sip and mumble around the glass, “You’re not giving this speech tomorrow, Sean.”

“Speech?” Your best friend barks out a laugh, and you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. “Baby girl, I’ve got a whole PowerPoint documenting your journey into the family, don’t you worry. Pictures and everything.”

“Aaron,” you whine. “Make it stop.”

“You really know how to pick ‘em,” Aaron laughs before pressing a kiss to your pouting lips.

“Clearly,” you grumble. “You Hotchner men will be the death of me.”

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[A/N: Why did I write this? Who’s to say? I love a lil brother vibe, might have to explore more of Sean’s bff as Aaron’s girl 👀 Hope somebody enjoyed this crack]

AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner

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wowowwild · 10 days

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Ace's All Time Best Fic Rec List (AATBFRL) April 2024: Ace Attorney

It's been a 6 months since my last list so here we go again! (I specified Ace Attorney in case I start doing this for other fandoms.) I originally planned to have all the old recs here as well but the list was too long so here's a link to the previous list. These aren't necessarily in any particular order, but if you can think of a good way for me to organize them, please let me know for future lists!

P.S. Anything rated over T mentions that immediately for your browsing convenience.

Doing more self promotion this year, so check out my pinned post or fic tag (desktop only)!

London, 2021- 7 yg Wrightworth hint of Krisnix. Phoenix is presently in London with Edgeworth. Phoenix is presently knowing that he knows about Kristoph but doesn't want to acknowledge it bc Kristoph has been really good to him and Trucy. But that doesn't matter right now bc they're going to the theatre.

if you leave the light on- 7yg Wrightworth. Nothing can happen until it's over but something Keeps happening. Miles will wait as long as it takes and Trucy decides he's part of the family.

In The Dead Of Night- During the 7yg Edgeworth invites the Wrights to Europe. Trucy has a nightmare and 'Uncle Miles' comforts her.

Phoenix's List- After getting his badge back, Phoenix has some regrets and sets about fixing what he can.

Perfect- I actually found this on another fic rec list and I can see why it was their favorite. Set towards the end of the trial of Bridge to Turnabout. TW if you have memory issues, it might be a little hard to get through parts bc of all the mindfuckery. I have to be really vague here so as not to spoil it. (Wrightworth)

Eo Nomine- Klapollo fake marriage turned real marriage but ig that's what happen when you get fake married while being real in love.

the best you'll never have- Rated M for sex reasons. I love the tagline: "Someone else's wedding is something that can actually be so personal". It's a Blackmadhi complicated relationship, what relationship, they weren't actually dating but also...

Apollo and the Artist (1975 - Oil paint, wax crayon, pencil, collage)- Rated M for mentioned sex reasons. Apollo is not an art person. But to Klavier he is art... and also a person. They've known each other for 8 years and it's probably been coming for just as long. It was a long time coming.

darling i'd wait for you (even if you didn't ask me to)- Wrightworth fake date bc Edgeworth needs a plus one to a wedding for some guy, it's not really important. But the cake sucks.

A Knight in a Loud Red Suit- oh my god oh my god oh my god Klavier gets shot and Apollo stabs a guy. And also love confessions at the hospital. They could have me also if they wanted.

Written- Rated E for sex reasons. Edgeworth moonlights as a Steel Samurai fic writer, and due to it being an obvious coping mechanism for his life and feeling Maya finds out... and accidentally sends a fic to Phoenix who... finds out. Half of the smut is Edgeworth's own fanfic, so we get like... fanfic-ception. That doesn't really work with more than one syllable words, huh...

Lover Be Good to Me- Rated M for implied sex reasons. 5+1 klapollo wooing each other.

Love Love Love- Rated M for implied sex reasons. klapollo is messy in a good way and takes wayyyy too long to call themselves boyfriends. Set from middle of aa4 to past aa6.

delicate- Rated M for sex reasons. klapollo is messy in a bad way (long distance is hard) and they break up but it works out, I prommy. If you don't like angst you'll want to skip this one, though.

(i was) enchanted to meet you- klavquill! I love them, I need to read more fics with them. They meet at the Prosecutor gala for the first time and sparks fly. Actually, they were fireworks, but that's not important.

Process of Elimination- Rated M for sex reasons. One day I will read a fic where Blackmadhi is not complicated as hell. Can they ever talk about their feelings? Apparently I like this, though, bc I keep reading and recc'ing them. Um, Nahyuta is looking for a fuck buddy and by 'process of elimination' ends up deciding on Blackquill but whoops! Feelings.

feel your skin- Rated M for one boner. Klavier is infuriating AND wearing lipgloss and Apollo can't take it. Cue making out in the janitor's closet.

moribund- I keep thinking about this one so I need everyone else to read and think about it with me. Pre Gant busting, POV Lana has to help clean up his messes. This a comedy, mostly of errors.

chronophobia- StarrSkye (AngelxLana) Be forewarned, you are going to cry. Lana has done her time and is trying to find a way to reconnect with the most important people from her past.

Crash! Landing- Junithena, fantastic traumatized autistic representation, if I do say so myself as a traumatized autistic person. It is very sweet and Juniper is a real one. I need me one of those.

In Pursuit of Justice- This one is not yet complete, but I preemptively j'adore'd it. It's a klapollo. Sebastian is great. He says Apollo looks like a frog (accurate).

Witcheln Woes- Secret Santa klapollo and they are cute and Clay is alive and it is sooooo fluffy.

Samurai Swear- Maya making besties with Edgeworth! Maya and Phoenix being besties also! Dash of mutual pining wrigthworth.

Missing You/Missing Time- Ok, hear me out, yes, the mystical bullshit tag is accurate, and de-aging is a weird concept, but !!! It actually serves this story very well! It is a fanfic that feels like a fanfic, but sometimes you want that, you know? Not every fanfic needs to feel like Little Women. Established klapollo first I love yous.

#aatbfrl #ace attorney #klapollo #wrightworth #narumitsu #blackmadhi #junithena #starrskye #klavquill #ace attoney #krisnix #i'm not listing individual characters but there are other things in here besides ship fics

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gible-love-nibles · 9 months

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The Start of Team Soup (pt. 2)

Ough it's about time I posted this, I've had this ready for forever. Think the E.ternal D.iva fic gave me some burnout, despite how much fun that was to work on. Maybe posting some smaller stuff will get me back into doing bigger art and writing.

Word Count: 918

Taglist: @crickiss @heart-of-aspiration @halsdaisy @sosawl @fictional-bear-friend @jocelynships @imaginemyshipswithme [If you want to added or removed, tell me in a comment or tag!]

(Please reblog! I like reading tags :])

Clare slept in late the next day, possibly to see if all of yesterday was true. It was; she was still a Chikorita. After eating a couple berries left out in a bowl and drinking some water in a jar, she headed outside.

She wasn’t expecting to find Giovanni fast asleep right outside her door.

“Uh… wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey…?” She poked Giovanni’s shell a bit.

Suddenly, the Water-type sprung to consciousness into a battle pose. “Whoizit?! Who’s there?!”

“Giovanni, it’s me, Clare.”

“Oh.” With that realization, he relaxed. “Sorry, I was so excited to start rescue team work, I got up super early and came here! I guess I fell asleep. But anyway—“ He got Clare into a loose headlock. “Today, Rescue Team Soup starts its journey to become the best rescue team there is! WE GOT THIS, TEAM!”

“Woo-hoo, yeah,” Clare cheered less enthused, releasing herself. “So, how does this whole rescue team thing work?”

“Well, we need job offers! ...Which we don’t have yet.”

“That makes sense,” she thought. “We just started yesterday…”

“We can check the mailbox! Maybe there’ll be something!” The Squirtle raced over to the mailbox, the Chikorita tagging along behind. Clare hadn’t actually noticed there was a mailbox when she first saw the house; she guessed she was too busy with the complete dilapidation.

There was something inside: a big box with a strap. Giovanni’s eyes sparkled. “YES! A Rescue Team Starter Set! You always get one of these when you start a Rescue Team!” He started to dig around in the box and then tossed a round object to Clare. “Catch!”

Clare caught it with her big leaf. It looked like a badge with a pink center and wings on the sides.

“That’s your Rescue Badge. That shows you’re on a rescue team,” Giovanni explained while he pinned an identical badge onto his scarf. He then held out the box. “This Toolbox will let us hold things we find in dungeons.” He put the berries Butterfree had given them inside, and then pulled out a newspaper. “And then this is a copy of Pokémon News! It has useful info for rescuers.” He shoved the newspaper back into the mailbox. “You can read it later, though.”

“I guess you’re really into rescuers if you know all this off the top of your head.”

“Psh, since I was born! But is there anything else in here…?” A few moments of poking around determined the negative. The Water-type sighed. “Guess not… Rescue jobs usually get sent directly to rescuers, but since we’re so new, I guess—“

Giovanni stopped with the sound of flapping wings and the two turned to see what it was: a Pelipper.

It flew over their heads and landed on the mailbox. It shoved something into the slot with a thunk, and then the bird flew off again. It was Clare’s turn to check the mailbox.

Inside was a single letter.

“Is it a job request?! What’s it say?”

“Keep your shell on, I’m opening it.” Clare started to read the letter aloud.

“BZZ BZZ BZZ! (“Huh?” “That’s how it starts; don’t look at me like that.”) I HEARD ABOUT YOU FROM CATERPIE. PLEASE. WE NEED YOUR HELP. MAGNEMITE IS IN TROUBLE. (“Ohhhhhh, that makes way more sense.”) A STRANGE ELECTROMAGNETIC WAVE FLOWED THROUGH A DUNGEON AND IT STUCK TOGETHER MAGNEMITE AND MAGNEMITE. THAT ISN’T ENOUGH TO FORM A MAGNETON. IT’S NOT COMPLETE THE WAY IT IS NOW. PLEASE. WE NEED HELP. BZZ BZZ BZZ.

FROM MAGNEMITE’S FRIEND”

Included was a map of where to go. The two didn’t say a word. They just looked at each other… and took off to do the request.

…

Two Magnemite were outside a large rocky cave looking worriedly inside. Hearing approaching Pokémon, they turned.

“OH, YOU ARE HERE. BZBZBZZ!” One of them greeted the rookies. “MY FRIENDS ARE IN THIS CAVERN. THEY SHOULD ON THE SIXTH BASEMENT FLOOR. PLEASE HELP THEM!” After every sentence, electricity jumped between their magnets, making the buzzing sound.

And with that, off the two went.

Clare thought the dungeon wasn’t that bad, but maybe that was because she had a resistance to Electric-types… a luxury Giovanni did not have. Either way, after going through a lot more foes than the Tiny Woods and learning some new moves, they came to their destination. In a dead end were two Magnemites stuck together.

“That must be them. Let’s get them out.” Giovanni led the way out, mainly because he wanted to be as far away from the Electric-Steel types as possible.

The four Magmemite rejoiced once the two that had been stuck together separated.

“OUR BODIES SEPARATED. REJOICE!” One of them cried.

They all cheered, and Giovanni hid behind Clare in case a stray spark shot out.

“BE THANKFUL, YOU TWO.”

“YOU ARE OUR HEROES. THANK YOU.”

“It’s all in a day’s work,” Clare assured them.

The Magnemite shared with Team Soup 500 Poké, Reviver Seed, and a Big Apple, and then left. Giovanni finally relaxed.

“Man, that was so scary… But I’m glad it went so well, with this being our first real mission and all!”

But Clare wasn’t listening. It looked like from behind a rock, a black… thing was glaring at her. It looked lean and muscular, and it was too far away to make out many details.

“Hey Giovanni…” She turned to get his attention, but when she looked back, whatever it was was gone.

“What’s up?”

“...Nothing. Think I was just seeing things.”

#🐉🎮.txt #clare's writing #pmd au #team soup #rejoice! pmd be upon you #wonder who that guy is at the end…

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saxifactumterritum · 2 years

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I can't sleep so I thought I'd say about the au I discovered in my brain:

Hst is captain of blue rain, he has to go to the emergency room for whatever reason; the nurse walks in, and it ywz who dropped out of the blue rain training camp. Hst is like YWZ!!!

Other things:

Ywz is unimpressed and hst has to chase him out into the hall. Zx is like 'captain?' as hst goes rushing off half dressed after ywz. Ywz has to escort him back and gets zx into the room and is like 'make sure he doesn't leave'. Hst all through is trying to apologise for the name calling in the training camp.

Ywz explains that he decided to leave the training camp for other reasons completely unrelated to hst. But he is glad of the apology. Apologies. So many apologies.

When the Dr comes they are surprised to find Ywz there and hst works out ywz is way too important to just be getting details from a random patient. 'he runs the emergency room doesn't he? He's so competent and efficient'. Ywz does not, but he's well on his way.

Ywz and zx get coffee and renew their friendship.

Hst is very extra happy that he knows where ywz works and can send a thank-you gift. He sends flowrs, ywz sends a note back explaining he's alergic to those ones, and thus starts the short notes epistolary. Hst sends a gift, 'dear nurse Yu, this time I'm sure I've found something perfect for you' /'dear captain Huang, this is hilarious, but no'.

Hst tries to send ywz the cup when blue rain win the championship. Zx has to come collect it. Ywz asks if hst is in trouble and zx is like 'he just won the cup. He walks of water, according to our managers'. Ywz asks if zx has time for coffee and zx just like 'we won a championship. I can p much do what I want for a few days'.

Ywz's colleague in pediatrics is complaining cus one of her teenagers is obsessed with yx/oal, but ee won't let them request a visit, so ywz asks hst. Hst is like 'no, I won't ask yx. Anyone else, but I won't ask espec if he's already said no'. So they ask smc instead, and hst and smc visit and play games with the teenagers.

Smc doesn't mind hospitals, she says yx dealt with much more of it than she did, when smq died. Also ppl have different experiences so.

Smc brings dancing rain badges, hst akss her for one and pins it to his jacket, and then he sees ywz and has pockets full of rip off dancing rain badges to gift to ywz and smc is like 'omg worst fan' and tries to confiscate his official badge.

Hst and zx are the cap/vice cap team who low key both wish they weren't. Hst enjoys playing games with teenagers just for sheer fun, so he and zx keep doing that.

Ywz recognised hst name that first time and was curious, he didn't expect to get wooed via many gifts and short notes, he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Someone asks hst about his influences one time and hst says wc and the usual but also says 'as they all know' blue rain ethos comes from someone in the training camp. And ywz hears it and goes to find old interviews and sure enough hst always says some variation of that, cus ywz quit after he beat wc.

Oh! When hst was staying overnight for whatever thing, he kept telling all colleagues abt ywz genius gamer and they all have videos and clips and ywz is like "pleas stop. It's not a secret but please stop it" so hst does. One of ywz colleagues reports to ywz that now hst is going around telling everyone how clever and kind and awesome and impressive and competent ywz was when he was a teenager. She's like 'is this better?' and ywz is like 'no. No it is not' and goes to tell hst off again.

There was more things I've been lying here trying to sleep for AGES but I can't remember them right now. I know nothing abt emergency rooms of nursing. Oh,

One time hst is there bringing ywz a gift ('you keep sending my thank you gifts back with such polite little notes. if I bring it in person it will be harder for you to return it') and a big emergency happens and hst is like 'can I... Help? Or get out the way', and ywz looks around and points him over to the kids waiting for news and hst spends the evening distracting them.

Afterwards they are outside and ywz is smoking (for the aesthetic. He can smoke once in a while when he is stressed) and hst is like 'I can't know can I? The outcome. Confidentiality and all' and ywz is like 'correct' and hst is like 'I had a whole thing planned. About it not mattering, being in your hands, it was a good speech. But it does matter, right?' and ywz is like 'yeah' and they just stand there until hst taxi arrives. Then ywz is like 'captain Huang? This isn't my favourite either' and remembers to return the gift and hst like 'damn you so focussed' and is really impressed.

Anyway ywz is very competent and great nurse and they fall in love slowly and there's some pining and zx takes ywz to dinner to make sure that ywz is okay forgiving hst for the names and it's all very wholesome. And ywz wears crocs. That is key. Hst can buy those little crocs decorations you can get.

#the king's avatar #yuhuang #Productive insomnia #huang shaotian #Yu Wenzhou #I'm on mobile so I can't put a read more and I don't care hahah #I am I think the only ever person who likes tumblr 'cuts off a post after a line' feature I have it on I love it. So I am unaffected by #Such things as readmore.#You know this whole au came about from and idle thought of hst stepping in front of a punch meant for Zjl and Zjl being like 'what u even #Doing here' and hst like 'I was looking for my vice captain'. And then I had to explain why zx vc and the obv is hst is cap and then the #Rest just cascaded. Anyway abt halfway through I thought being punched so hard you had to stay overnight is a bit much #So I thought of zx saying to ywz hst stepped in front of a punch so he's a good guy，but zx still wants to be sure ywz is okay with the whol #Names calling. And zx then like 'well he really did step in front of the punch then tripped over his feet and head butted a hand rail #On the way down. But it was a heroic thought'. I you that was quite funny. Also I once head butted an Eagle and got a black eye it's one #Of my favourite stories. Not a real eagle. A lecturn Eagle #*I thought that was quite funny #Also hst was looking for zx in zjl team cus he might be visiting yf. No it does make sense that yf and Zjl in the team at the same time #That hadn't occurred to me yet #I am fallable. I know it is surprising but it is true.

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lesbeanieboo · 7 months

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Hi! Uhh sorry for being this random, just trying to reach out for help if it’s okay! My little cat is in need of urgent help right now so im trying to raise some funds for his care, I made a post about it and I pinned it on my blog, hoping that you’d be so kind to help me spread the word, please as every bit of help can get my baby one step closer to relief. I appreciate it and i pray that all goes well on your end, stay safe! By the way, pls if possible try to answer this ask in private so people won’t think I "pressured" you to do so, some people can be weird about these things. Sorry again for being direct. 🥹🙏

omg so excited i finally got my first full on scam ask im so happy!!!! yippeee!!! wahoooooooooooo!!! random reblogs, everything reblogged on the same day, oldest thing on blog is from yesterday, only original post is the one about the cat, some random person ive never interacted with, pressure to pay money and reblog to spread the reach of the scam post, and more. woo baby i got the whole nine yards! Thank you so much for trying to scam me with your made up cat it makes me happy to know that scammers can find my blog :D! most of the bots i get following me are porn bots with random ladys as the pfp, i had yet to get a good real scam ask or even a steady stream of faceless bot followers, i was worried that i had somehow been removed from the scam database. But it looks like im there!!! thank you for trying to scam me, i hope you get kicked off quickly and fuck off to twitter or whatever. try going for the people with the payed profile badges on twitter blue, they seem stupid enough 🥰🥰🥰.

heres a photo of a gamerbunny i. have saved in my phone

#scam #ask #yeah its a monday night and im avoiding doing french homework #i was bored then found this #my post #my ask #lesbeanieboo #scammer #fake cat scam

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penaltybox14 · 4 years

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@dying-redshirt-noises @its-skadi You could basically title this “feelings are hard” and be done with it.

Every time Jim Reed comes slinking, soft-shouldered, out of the locker room at the end of the night, Mac wants to stop him. Wants to talk to him.

Listen, he wants to say. Listen, it's not you.

Mac wishes he could sit him down without the uniform and the stripes and the years between them and tell him about Pete.

Sometimes, he does hold Reed up. Sometimes he says - how're things going? And Reed nods earnestly and says things are fine, really, Sarge, things are going ok.

Reed's not a bad liar but Mac's seen a lot of eyes in his years and they always give 'em away, even the young men who believe they can't be hurt. Reed's not stupid, not really - just new, just some yearling who hasn't settled into his stride yet, who wears his badge like a buck wears a new pair of antlers. He's a good kid. A fool kid, but a good kid.

Mac thinks that Pete can see that, too - which is really part of the problem, isn't it?

Mac'd love to have a beer with the kid, and tell him about Pete. How he laughs and how he drinks. How he kids but he's honest to the core. How he loves, and how he's loyal to a fault. Mac could tell him stories so raw and rowdy they'd take the blue off the sky. He could tell Reed how Pete was.

But that's just the problem, isn't it.

When the Captain and the Lieutenant had asked him what he thought of assigning Pete a rookie, he was all for it. He would've set up a full briefing, with color photographs and pull-down charts and diagrams on the chalkboard, about how they couldn't find anyone in the division better, Pete would for sure drag any rookie through the briar but he'd drag him out too, he'd be by his side all the way. Pete would tease the kid and teach him. Mac could've told them all about him, but he typed it out in measured sentences, to only say that yes, he would recommend Pete for the job.

Pete had talked to him about it. Pete, being Pete, wasn't too sure. Pete had always had a patient streak, and he liked to get the facts before he made a move.

Mac had said, what do you mean? You remember being the rookie, you just be the guy you needed to bring you along.

And Pete had said, what I needed was to get a clock upside the head.

But he was grinning when he said it, the smile he had that rose into his eyes when he meant mischief.

Mac had said, and that's why I've got the stripes and you don't, pal.

By the end of the watch, Tommy was bearing Pete's taunts about his hair with reasonable humor. Tommy was a stolid kid who still had acne under his ears, a boy with a bad case of bravery but a kind face, and kind hands. He came out to inspection his first day with his badge on upside-down, and Mac had liked him immediately.

"He's like you," Pete had told him.

Mac had frowned at him - "I don't know how I feel about that."

Pete, grinning, the laugh at the corner of his mouth, said "Me neither, Mac."

Two shifts in and Mac was pretty sure the two of them were plotting to woo every eligible woman in the division, four shifts and there was a fake scorpion in Walters' locker, but Mac couldn't be too mad, because Pete was teaching the kid to be a good cop. Pete's tongue was a knife some watch-nights, but it was carving a good man out of the raw-boned boy.

It was a good couple of weeks. So good, that Mac still yearns for the laugh ringing in the locker room, the way a treble note hangs in the rafters of a church, the way a boy's hand remembers the first shy touch of a girl. They were riding high, Pete and Tommy, faltering sometimes, but falling to each other's shoulders. The Lieutenant had said, Mac, you were right about him, for sure. And the Captain had even thanked him for the recommendation - but please, he'd said, creases milding his eyes, keep them out of my office.

Mac thought he could do that, he said to Pete, the Captain tells me if you give him any more grey hairs he's going to start charging you for the dye job.

"Just me? What about Tommy?"

"You're the senior man, Pete. You've got responsibilities now."

"You mean I've got custody."

"That's another way to put it."

"I'll have him in home and in bed by one o'clock."

"Make sure he brushes his teeth."

"You got it, Papa Bear."

Pete was smiling when he left him, and smiling when he swung Tommy out to the parking lot by the shoulder. Mac had followed them. It was a cool night, and a dense fog had lumbered into the basin, and in the drizzle their breath hovered in front of their faces as they got in the car, talking about something. Probably women, or perhaps where to go for seven. Maybe where to stash another fake scorpion. Mac had a cigarette, watching them pull away.

The smile on Pete's face, and the way the drizzle had collected like stars on Tommy's jacket collar, are fixed in his mind as sure as a snapshot.

The next time he saw Pete there had been some expression frozen to his face, something Mac had never seen before, and something that scared him back to being twenty with a rifle in his hands. The look on his face was like an trapped animal, and his teeth, bared and chattering, shone in the damp black night.

Tommy was dead on the ground out in front a of a very ordinary looking house, a yellow Craftsman with a picket fence, a slate walkway, a neatly trimmed lawn and a wreath of plastic flowers on the door, which was open.

Tommy's eyes were open, too, halfway, and his mouth, and Mac thought maybe the light from the porch was casting a long shadow from Tommy's sprawled shoulder but it wasn't, it was blood, and the blood was still wet.

Blood and grass was in Pete's hair, on his jacket, on his knuckles. There was a man mostly in the patrol car and he'd been cuffed and was spitting onto the curb.

Walters had Pete by the arm, both of them tense, Pete a storm and Walters a rowboat tossed on waves. Walters' face was splashed with porch-light and pale with hollow fear.

There was so much to take in, so much to sort out. On the back end of it, after the detectives had spit Pete back out and he sat in the locker room half in uniform, Mac had wanted to go to him, like a sergeant would, like a friend would. But Pete was sitting there in his ruined shirt - the blood had dried in muddy blotches, and Mac thought he could smell it, like meat in the market, or maybe it was just the lockers, just the smell of men's bodies crammed in, joking and sweating and laughing and living.

Pete just sitting there dumbstruck on the bench, his eyes far-off, looking young and strangely small, as if he'd shrunk a size or two. Sat there like a kid who'd lost a fight too big to win, waiting on authority to come down on him.

Looking an awful lot like Reed did some nights after watch, an expression pinched with lonesome thoughts, trying to get it right, trying to catch a break, trying so hard he trips over his own feet, his face, his words, his hands.

Mac isn't sure which of them he wants to grab and throttle more. Jim, who runs headlong - every damn time - into Pete's wicked tongue or worse his silence, or Pete, too damn stubborn to remember who pulled the trigger. He wants to shake some sense into the both of them, either of them, whoever runs afoul of him first. It's a rotten, surly kind of anger, something that makes his chest feel like caving in.

It takes a warehouse bust to finally snap his temper like tinder on a hillside. Nothing serious, but the kid takes a right-hook to the jaw and a carton of computer parts to the gut. Reed is writing the report with an bag of ice to his face, when his nose starts bleeding again.

"Aw, Christ, Reed, wouldya get that fixed? Look, you're - jesus, you've fucked up your book."

"Sorry, sir," Reed mumbles, fumbling over grabbing a kleenex or shoving the ice-bag into his face. "Sorry," comes out all muffled.

"Don't be fucking sorry, kid, don't do it!"

In the time he's been Sergeant, Mac has pulled rank less than a hand of times on Pete. Not because they're friends - but because his friend has never made it necessary.

"Malloy." He barks, his voice dropping an octave, calling up his service days, and the few officers still around make themselves scarce.

Because they're friends, though, Mac drags him to the locker room and not his office, where the window makes it too easy for the rubberneckers to lurk.

"What in the hell is this about?"

That stubborn kid from the Academy with the smoke-blue eyes is staring back at him with boxer's shoulders cocked. "What?"

"You! Reed! You've raked that kid over the coals almost every watch I've seen you two - everything he does right, you give him two things he did wrong."

"You wanted me to teach him."

"Teach him! Pete, you're grinding him down to a nub, lay off, will you?"

"Lay off, what'll that get him? A fist in his teeth, like tonight? I let him get complacent, he's liable to get a bullet in his head."

"I'm not asking you to give him free rein, I'm asking you to be reasonable. A bloody nose isn't his fault."

"It's his fault for getting it, isn't it?"

"Is it? Who's his FTO, Pete? Who's his partner? Who's supposed to be looking out for him?"

That's the wrong thing to say, and Mac knows it. Pete's face seals it, that stunned look from eight weeks ago, the hands with the blood on them that wasn't his, and the ruined shirt crumpled on the floor outside the showers.

He's known him long enough to dodge the hit, and he hasn't been so long off the streets that his body's forgotten how to fight.

If anybody's thinking about coming to the lockers about now, they'd damn well better think twice.

If anybody sees them, he's going to have to save face, he's going to have to be the sergeant, and he can't do it, can't twist the knife he's already jammed in.

So he pins Pete, like he'd wrestle a perp, and Pete curses him, curses his family, curses Jim, curses God and the world, curses Tommy Parker, and finally, finally, he curses himself.

"Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ, what'd I do, Mac, what'd I do? I've thought about it a hundred, a thousand times, what'd I do? Why didn't I think of it, why didn't I remind him, stay to the side? Why'd I send him first? He wasn't ready, Mac, he wasn't."

"If you'd gone, it might be him taking a swing at me right now."

Pete laughs a jolting laugh, like boxcars clanging in the yards. "Tom couldn't hit the broadside of a barn."

"No. Wasn't much of a fighter."

Pete breathes in deep, breathes out hard. But his eyes are softer.

"Pete," he says, letting him up and letting him stand, man-to-man, against the wall. "It wasn't your fault."

"That's what everyone says."

"It isn't Reed's fault, either."

Pete looks away. At the lockers. At the scuffed floor. At the ceiling, where one panel is askew, because Brinkman and Parker were relieving their high school glory days with an apple from the breakroom.

"Pete. It's not his fault."

"Yeah." Pete sighs. "Yeah. I know."

"Well, could you act like it, then?"

"What do you want me to do, hold his hand?"

"Apologize, for one. Two, treat him like a person. And three, get him a new ice pack and a box of kleenex."

Pete's smile is shaky, but it's the most genuine Mac's seen on him in two months. "You gonna write me up for assaulting an officer?"

"No, but if you ever try anything like it again, I'm staking you out on the beach and dumping french fries on you. Those Manhattan Beach gulls get hold of you, there won't be anything left to write up."

Pete shrugs. "Fair." Pete brushes his uniform off. Tucks the hem of his shirt back into his pants. "Mac."

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

#adam-12 #sass is a love language #sergeant macdonald #pete malloy #jim reed #butterfly meme: is this homoeroticism?

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dobriking · 5 years

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Bend Into A Break (3)

Summary: Not one, but two vlog-squads came with the death of Vine. And the rumored beef between you two is absolutely true! So, you and David (begrudgingly) set up a month long-retreat among your groups to film team challenges and go against each other. Y’know. For views. Pairing: David Dobrik x Reader, Enemies to Lovers, living together. Warnings: Profanity, mentions of drinking, sexual...themes?

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“David…you do realize how impractical it was to rent the party bus, right?”

David hangs out the bus by holding onto the door’s nearby pole, and carelessly swings back and forth, only his heels keeping him on the bus’ front step. He sucks his lips in, really thinking about it. Because to him it seems only practical to get everybody completed wasted to prevent the car-equivalent of capsizing from the many fights likely to break out.

So he blinks very slowly.

You sigh. “David…how is anybody going to leave like we promised if we’re renting one party bus just to take us there? And if no on-demand Ubers will be in the vicinity of a creepy, half-haunted mansion on a hill available to drive a bunch of bumbling adult babies from one house to the next because somebody forgot their stupid phone battery?”

Oh. That’s what you’re getting at.

He’s stuck letting out this crackling groan trying to think of something to say.

“Well uh,” he snaps his fingers — genius, “that’s why me and you are taking the Tesla.”

You drop your head. “We’re going to leave our groups drunk and unsupervised on a party bus together aren’t we?”

“I…didn’t think this through.”

“No, David. You didn’t.” You walk inside, your black bomber jacket making more noise for your dramatic exit than you would have liked. But to start this week out right (after the previous week of haphazardly buying and planning for this), you, David, and the rest of the crew wear the merch you promised. Well, the closest you could get to it. You couldn’t create around 18 labeled shorts and shirts in such a short time, so you gathered typical athletic styles, red and blue for each team, and scoured the internet for stitched name tags to be pinned on each shirt.

You chose our style thinking of the future and how convenient an easier way to air out would be. So your shorts are cut off at (almost) the very top of your thigh, traditional to those stereotypical 70s shorts with the neon majority and white trim. Currently you’re freezing your ass off with the clouds hanging overhead, but your jacket does something to proportionate the warmth.

You pass around the name tags to everybody standing in David’s living room, clustered in groups of two with their corresponding members.

To deal with Natalie being an outlier, David (with a pain in his heart) agreed to let her represent your team opposite Scott. You’re careful handing her the badge and she takes it with caution, pinning it in her shirt while her eyes continuously flicker to yours.

Zane and Noel, Heath and Cody, they make some contest out of who can put their badge on faster. Heath cackles and runs his finger up Cody’s chest to flick him in the nose, trying to trick him into thinking his badge is horribly off-center. Zane gives Noel the stink-eye for giving Heath the stink-eye for messing with his friend.

Corinna and Enya don’t try messing with each other. Contrary, Corinna brought Enya some lemonade and they stir their straws through the ice in unison as they talk with each other.

Toddy and Amanda (the groups’ resident hotties) stand together but don’t look. They watch the others, unable to shake their anxieties.

Erin and Emily, Carly and Chloe…they’re getting along just fine!

Actually talking!

You smile at the display ready to hand them their badges, but make it quick when you hear them mutually bashing the trip. Ouch, okay.

Then there’s Matt and Drew. They sit opposite each other on the couch, and similarly too with their legs spread and hands limp in their lap. They can’t figure out what’s so similar about them, but it’s easy! They’re both pretty tall and seem to be a voice of reason, but then they hit you in the gut with bizarre humor and blatant understanding.

At the very least everybody’s followed instructions and bought the clothes you provided them. They have their suitcases and backpacks, and while you know none of them are really prepared for what you and David have in store, they’re prepared enough.

You hop on David’s coffee table, cup your hands around your lips, and whistle.

“Okay okay, listen up! So David’s got the party bus — “

Corinna squints “But what about our cars?”

You hiss. “Heh, that’s what I tried to tell him but guess what, he still has the party bus! So..!” You pump your fist in the air; you couldn’t be less enthusiastic, “Yay…Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out. Right now I think its best we all just travel together, and when you start to go insane with being unable to leave in anything but a strobing party bus, we’ll probably drive everybody around and pick up a few cars.”

Scott frowns, impressed. “So no Tesla? Never thought he’d part with that thing.”

“Oh no, he’s bringing the Tesla.”

“Hey, that’s no fair!”

“Yeah how come he gets to bring his car but we can’t bring ours!”

You groan and your volume and intensity increase with each word, “Because he just wanted you all to get drunk and have fun and not murder each other on the three-hour drive and he didn’t connect the dots about him bringing his Tesla and you guys not bringing your own cars o-KAY?!”

You hop down and stomp out of the room. “Just bring your damn bags and stop complaining!”

David’s standing by his Tesla holding a hand to his hip and the other to his forehead, spieling his eyes from the sun beaming down from behind the house. “How’d it go?” He’s chewing his cheek. “Good?”

You shrug and drop your arms. “I dunno.” You force a smile. “Started getting mad about the car thing but I told them to shut up then left so I have no idea how it escalated.”

“Hmm, that’s good. You need to like, be more assertive.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Your voice is lost on him once you hop on the bus and look around.

It may be a little tight. Like David said, being drunk (for those who can be) might do a bit to deal with the comfort but you have an inkling a fight might break out before they even bring out the vodka. “Hey, David?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think ew should take a few people with us?” You head off but he hops on, swinging in by the door’s immediate pole.

He shakes his head, “Nah, they’ll be fine.”

You sigh through your nose and return to looking deep into the bus. “I think the fact we have to get them drunk during the transport is enough of a red flag.”

“Yeah no definitely.” You’re shocked by his ease but he shrugs. “But don’t worry.” He pats your arm. “Gonna be fun.” Then he hops back off. You back out slowly and in time to see him jogging inside the house to gather everybody. You step out and go to the back, slipping the poor driver a 50. You pat his shoulder and don’t say a word, but he still nods solemnly knowing that you mean the best of luck.

David comes out leading the group and it looks like an elementary school field-trip. He stops at the door, waving his hand to gesture one after another forward, and counts even to make sure everybody’s there. He squints, watching you take pity on the driver before giving him room to haul everybody’s things into the under-part of the bus.

You watch them get on one by one, actually worried. David can see it from where he stands. He keeps his eyes on you over his shoulder as he locks up the house, though only does that after popping into do a quick run through and make sure the doors are locked and lights are on.

While checking with the driver to make sure his address is right, he admits it is indeed crowded.

He steps over everybody to get to the back’s fridge and out he cradles bottles of champagne and vodka to the middle table, cheering “Yaaaay!” To combat the stillness. He stands back, hands on his hips and gestures the drunk. “C’mon guys, have some fun. Woo!” He claps and skips to the front, “Party time!” Ignoring the discomfort he brings Corinna and Cody particularly (Cody disturbed with her close presence and Corinna disturbed by the sheer amount of space he fills up with his spread legs).

David hops off the bus and jogs to his Tesla. You’re in the passenger seat and he slips in, buckles up, and starts it as fast as he can.

He wonders if there’s enough alcohol on the bus to last three hours. His bets are they’ll battle it out, get drunk out of frustration, and have a really good time for about an hour then pass out before reaching the third. Fourth depending on traffic.

You jump at his hurriedness, voice quaky. “Everything okay?” And buckle yourself.

He bites his tongue and waits. When the bus’ driver gives him a thumbs up he answers, “Yuuup,” before driving.

You hum. “There’s a bathroom on the bus…right?”

“Yup, yup.” He thinks so but he’s not sure. Best to assure himself that it won’t be a literal shit-show.”

You frown. “David…are they gonna die?”

He holds his tongue again. “Mhmm.”

You slump back and pick at your sleeves.

Thirty minutes in and you become comfortable enough to make yourself comfortable. You pull your legs up to the seat, though hesitate when David eyes you. Seeing you rethink your decision he shakes his hand over your lap as he turns a corner. “Oh no don’t worry — that’s nothing compared to what they’ve done in here.” You slowly bring your legs back up, and David too relaxes, thighs separated and palm press to one of them.

He sticks his hand between his seat and the center console, pulls out the aux cord, and tosses it in your lap. You play some tunes knowing full well David’s put them at the end of a few vlogs — just to be safe.

Though you get a chill when Zedd’s “Beautiful Now’ comes on and you’re treated to the (wonderfully sung) lyrics of:

I see what you’re wearing, there's nothing beneath it

Forgive me for staring, forgive me for breathing

David rolls his shoulders and sinks deeper. But the initial soft sounds of the track grow into something more powerful and you’re both ignoring it until the beat drops again:

Stranded together, our worlds have collided

This won't be forever, so why try to fight it?

That’s ironic, you think.

And on cue David says “That’s ironic,” with a faint chuckle.

You chuckle too. It’s breathy and highlights your anxiety even more with the addition of the otherwise silent car. “Sure is…”

Maybe five minutes pass, then David reaches and turns it down. He sniffles, swiping his wrist under his nose as you come to a red light.

“So, uhm…” He blinks harshly and rapidly before shaking his head at himself and forcing a chuckle. “I don’t even know what I was going to say.” You hum to soothe him. Then he snaps his fingers, “Oh yeah! So like…? What challenges do you have in mind. I have some obviously, just wondering what you have.”

“Oh. Well…” you sit up and grab your phone, turning down the volume even more and opening your notes. “I mean I had some typical stuff like a water balloon fight.” You point over your shoulder. “Brought some balloons for that —“

He takes his eyes off the road and light, “Red and blue?” and smiles are you.

You chuckle. “Yup…yup. Red and blue. So water balloon fight, the pool could be of use but I dunno, a swimming content seems too standard.”

“Right.” The light’s green and he gets going again, letting his eyes dart to you every so often when it’s the least inconvenient.

You start to stretch, wrapping your arms behind you and around the headrest. It lengthens you out and lifts your shirt a little. “I figured we’d be ordering food all month, but at one point before Heath goes too crazy we should have a cooking contest or something.”

David watches you stretch. But he hisses at himself realizing how strange it must be. You recall his hissing as a response to your suggestion however and he saves himself with “Ouch. Just gonna hand over a win like that?”

You shrug. “I mean hey, if he doesn’t pull out a hatchet I’ll gladly give you guys a win.” Speaking of hatchet, “Kind of a shame we’re in California cause a snowball fight could show spectacular sportsmanship.”

His face scrunches up. “It’s still June.”

“Yeah but still. I’d be willing to postpone for that. Snowball fight, sledding, white elephant and crap.”

He leans forward, squinting to read the sign up ahead. “Some holiday spirit would make everybody a little less angry. I’ll see what I can do.”

You find that curious but ignore it and continue. “And since we’re a bunch of adult babies I figured we’d all get a kick out of a giant pillow fort. I’m talking all through the house. We could figure out things to do in there like those games where you try to balance an egg on a spoon…only through a pillow fort.

“OOoooOoo, I like. And uhm, campfire? We could like, do a campfire. Tell stories. I mean you rented a creepy ass mansion for this so,” he clears his throat, “let’s knock some socks off, y’know?”

“…Did you just say ‘let’s knock some socks off?’”

“What’s said in the Tesla stays in the Tesla.”

“Got it…Why don’t we just shove every season of the year into one month”

“I mean hey,” you chuckle, “sounds good to me!”

You don’t have anything else to bring up, and neither does David. He turns the music back up, and after a few songs “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga comes on maybe an hour into the drive…you and David squint forward, taking in the synth instrumentals with her slick voice.

“Hey—“ your voice cracks “—what do you think about a lip syncing contest?”

David gulps. “Yes.”

Immediately David pops in your mind when you think of this song. Digging through your childhood memories you recall ‘Total Drama Island.’ You reabsorb that damn show and every little thing about it, specifically that season where the host switched teams up the last minute. But no, that wouldn’t work. You would be on different teams regardless of the shake-up being team-leaders and all.

“Wh-” you start. David looks at you, waiting. “What if it’s like, a versus battle. So like, me versus you, Enya versus Corinna, corresponding people, y’know? Instead of the entire group.”

David hums. “Yeah but, who’s going to vote?”

Can’t be your fanbases because the answer to them would always be clear.

“Uh…anonymous voting? Each person votes for who objectively did better in the battle for each battle, and then, y’know.”

“What about voting for yourself?” He shoots it down, logically.

You sit deeper in your seat and slide down a bit, neck posing your head awkwardly against the seat rather than the headrest. “I hope everybody’s mature enough to be objective…”

David leans against the center console and picks at his lips. Then he snaps his fingers, “I got it. Surprise guests. Like, I could bring Brandon and Jason.” He points at you with his thumb, “couldn’t you fly Tom here and like, get Casey? Frey? And they have to come to a mutual decision. Problem solved.”

You hum. “So to be clear me and you are dancing to ‘Bad Romance’, right?”

“Oh definitely.”

You clap once, “Good on that.”

“I mean, we both know you’ll win, so,” he says so casually, turning down the music again. It’s sickening to see him pass over the crown so easily.

You scoff. “That’s not true. You’re very expressive.”

David smiles. “Oh. Am I?”

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes, unsure if this is him fishing for compliments or his ignorance. “You can shake it, David. No — you can work it. I’m not gonna deny that.”

He hums and bites his thumb.

“What?” You nod at him, beckoning him to continue. He lets out a faint squeal and shakes his head, going to different lengths from covering his mouth with his palm to his wrist to biting his fingers again to keep quiet. “David, tell me.”

“‘anks for ‘icing.”

“David — articulate.”

He giggles and repeats, “Thanks for noticing,” in a whisper. You roll your eyes and slink down further in your seat. He stutters for a moment but shouts “Hey! Y-you’re uh, you’re pretty expressive too…so.” He slaps the steering wheel and sits back at the next red light. “I said it. You’re ‘expressive’ too, okay? So who knows which of us is going to win?”

You squint. “So basically you check out my ass—“

“Hey! I did no—“

You cackle, “But you still check out my ass!”

“Okay!” He holds up a finger and runs his tongue over his lips. “Okay okay, but to be fair, you check mine out too!” He curses himself. You have the strange ability to pull facts out o your ass and whoever isn’t prepared enough for them falls right into your trap.

“HA!” No I don’t!”

“YOU SAID I’M EXPRESSIVE!”

You jump and lean over the console to get in his space. “I LOOK AT YOUR LEGS!” You slap at where they’re clothed. “Your thighs! And your waist and your chest and your arms - ALL of you is expressive, David! You’ve got this like,” you scrunch your hands up, “weird, tiny little dancer’s body!”

“Wait wait wait hold on a minute!” You lean back, cheek against your seat. “How am I worse?!” He laughs. “I only look at your ass, you look at all of me!”

“Because I look at you in an artistic way. Cause that’s what the body is: a beautiful piece of art.”

He gulps, trying to hum as though impressed with your observation. But it hurts his throat to do it and he coughs, choking on his own giggles and having to press his fist to his lips to stop it all from spilling over as he starts driving again.

He takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy on not giving himself away this time. “Well psh, how,” he takes a deep breath, “how do you know I don’t look at you like a piece of art?”

You shrug. “Cause you don’t. Or,” you hum, “wait? Do you?”

Hoping this time it’ll work in his favor, David keeps his mouth shut. Still, his lips curl fighting a smile, but he’s successful. You hum with your mouth open (“Mhmm”) and keep your jaw slack for a period before chewing on your cheek. Though you still make the effort to hum, making your thought process accessible to David.

“You know,” your hand goes over his, jokingly (of course), “I’m very flattered you consider me a piece of art. No no-not just that, but a ‘beautiful’ piece of art.”

“I mean, what am I supposed to say?” His chin goes to his chest and he shakes his head as best as he can. “I’m not a liar Y/n, so.”

“Never said you were.”

“You have a hot body so I’m gonna say you have a hot body. So let’s just —“ he swipes his hand down like a karate chop, “—stop with the, y’know, work-arounds.”

When the silence becomes too much, David notices you staring at him. Almost emotionless but with the tiniest upward flick of the corner of your lips. He does a double take, readjusts his position in his seat.

“I’m gonna ask you to rethink what you just said to me.” He squints, not sure why but you see his brows twitch while he does as asked,

Then he jumps, eyes wide and body as stiff as a board. His jaw drops before his teeth dig into his lip, then “UGH!” He slams the center console, turning the corner with one hand and waving his other around with each syllable. “How do you do that?!” When the words initially came from his mouth they came out so formally yet so casually he hardly thought anything of it. Like how he would tell Jason to cut the shit, only this time instead of just ‘cut the shit’ he said to ‘cut the shit’ in terms of dodging the notion he’s attracted to you.

You shrug and pat his shoulder. “Allll you buddy.”

“I—“ he shakes his head, “—I never said that. What is said in the Tesla stays in the Tesla.”

“Fine by me. If that’s the case guess we’re not gonna put on the record that I would totally let you rail me. So, whatever.”

What.

You dig through your backpack and crack open an Arizona iced tea. The click of the metal and bubbling of the drink as you swallow breaks some of the silence.

Otherwise, at this moment David embodies the meme of that blonde gal’s eyes jumping every which way, some math problem overlaid on the screen. He’s completely silent, and you shift, waiting. His nose scrunches up every time he thinks he’s got it but he just can’t quite grasp onto what you said.

In a tiny voice, “Well I’d rail you too—“

You throw your head back and dig your free palm into your eye — “I WAS KIDDING!”

You weren’t. Not entirely.

“OKAY WELL SO WAS I!” David’s face is so flustered you swear you could stick your hand to his cheek and leave an indent showing his true tone. You bang your head back against the headrest over and over, eventually biting your thumb so you don’t cry from hysterical laughter. He’s snickering but ultimately blinking tears out of his eyes. He shakes his head, clenching the wheel with both hands (for once). “I hate you so much.”

“Awe…” You squeeze his shoulder. “I hate you too.”

Maybe this won’t be such a long ride?

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thelionshoarde · 5 years

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Please talk about the magic western AnS one, then?

woo woo we can 100% blame joanna for this one because she baited me with cowboys whose horses were their familiars (i think she was angling for more unicorns, but since i already had the one au i thought WELL I’LL JUST MAKE ANOTHER) it is more than anything a growing up story for shirayuki, and there are waaaaay too many ocs and i scavenged out as many of the shitty old westerns i’d picked up from half price waaay back in the day the last time i tried to write a western (and failed, failed so so badly) and it got like 7k before i hit a point where i wasn’t sure which way i wanted shirayuki to react and then i sat back and thought about it long enough i got distracted, oops. i have this “how to talk the talk” or something ref book that i was flipping back and forth in to try and help me with slang terms and also like SO MANY TABS OPEN i had no idea that jeans were already a thing in the wild west, O: shirayuki has a sassy dog named runt that is her familiar, and of course Raj makes trouble for everyone but ESPECIALLY shirayuki lol.

Sheriff Gou had left her grandpa his little homestead north of town. “We’ll go ‘round and look it over later,” he told Shirayuki, pale and wan, and looking his age in a way she’d never borne witness to before. It was enough to make her heart clench in her chest, worried, suddenly, that death was catching, as if accidental tragedy were a disease to be passed along.

“Sounds good, Pa,” was all she said, and his hand -- still strong, for all his gnarled knuckles and wrinkled flesh -- touseling her bangs was a spot of relief to a drear and sorry time. Then came the knock at the door and Ms. Okemia’s grave, round face, peeking in.

“Miss Shirayuki,” she said. “You’re, uh, needed. If you please?”

The funeral was set three days after, but for a witch of Sheriff Gou’s degree there were rituals of passing to be performed. Ms. Okemia did the rites, and Shriayuki, Miss Emi, and little Junpei assisted. Shirayuki was nervous, but grief weighed her down steady enough she didn’t make a mistake.

Miss Emi was their deputy, and though she was a bit young she was a sure shot and a level head, and her familiar, Danuja, was the best runner three towns over. The morning they laid old man Gou in his pine box and put him in the dirt, Fumiko right beside him, she pinned the sheriff’s badge to her lapel and told the milling crowd, “I’ll do right by you,” with a little uncertain jerk of her head.

She probably would have, too, if the next spot of trouble hadn’t come nipping at their heels.

@meiniskos if you want to ask for a different one feel free, or i can give you another chunk of this instead, just lemme know~

#whew #there's a lot in this fic i just don't know exactly how to unpack it all lol #obi doesn't even show up for like the first 10k words at least according to my outline haha #and there will definitely be domesticity y'all know it's my bread and butter mm #thanks for the ask!#western au #obiyuki #ans #claudeng80

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AU headcanons: Avatar: The Last Airbender/Star Wars crossover

Yes, now this is what I’m talking about! I’ve got quite a few, but I tend to put them in roles that might not be agreeable, so bear with me if you don’t like them that much. I’ll be focusing on individual characters, some of which I have multiple head-canons depending on the era. I will also be putting which Star Wars Era these head-canon’s fall in. I feel that’s especially relevant.

HC #1 - Azula v.1 - Rise of the Empire/Galactic Civil War Eras - Imperial Fighter Pilot - Azula is an imperial captain in command of the 111th Imperial Fighter Wing, better known as the “Star Circus”, attached to a Star Destroyer detachment tasked with patrolling a sector of the Outer Rim. She’s an ace pilot and a veteran of multiple skirmishes and pitched battles with criminal syndicates and rebels fighter squadrons. She pilots an dark-blue colored TIE Interceptor and has her kills painted on the side of her craft’s fuselage in bright gold by a the mechanics - she has 80 confirmed kills. For exceptional personal achievement she was awarded the “Imperial Badge of Merit” by the Empire upon review and analysis of her actions, a few years after they had been accomplished. Friends and foes in the sector have dubbed her the “Blue Moff”.

HC #2 - Sokka v.1 - Rise of the Empire/Galactic Civil War Eras - Rebel Fighter Pilot - Sokka is a rebel lieutenant attached to the 332nd Fighter Squadron, better known as the “Spitfires”. They are tasked with guarding and escorting rebel transports traveling through sectors of the Outer Rim. He’s an ace pilot and mechanic, having survived numerous engagements with Imperial fighters across areas of the Outer Rim. His current star-fighter is a an X-Wing. He paints pin-ups on the side of his fuselage himself, along with his 60 confirmed kills. Interestingly enough he also paints his five “wounded awards” on the fuselage too, called “Redbirds” by Alliance personnel, which are shaped like the symbol of the Rebel Alliance. As such his friends and foes have come to know him as “Red Bird” or alternatively “Star Bird”.

HC #3 - Toph - Old Republic Era - Miralukan Rogue - Toph is an especially force sensitive sentient humanoid born without eyes, as is the case with her kind, the Miralukans. This did not bother her as her kind learned to perceive the environment around them using the force. As a young girl gifted in the force, she took to traveling like so many of her kind and lived a nomadic life wandering from planet to planet, gathering experience in the ways of the force. Unlike her kind, which were content to live peaceful nomadic lives, she opted to live her life through fighting and aggression, testing her abilities, which eventually led her to become an outlaw with extremely potent force powers. Amazingly, she was neither tempted by the Dark Side nor compelled to follow the ways of the Jedi.

HC #4 - Yue - The Clone Wars Era/Rise of the Empire Eras - Outer Rim Queen v.1 - Yue is the queen of a world in the Outer Rim. Her home world is more of a small moon that orbits a massive red gas giant and is covered in ice and snow, with small seas that freeze over, towering gray mountains, and a hardy people. Though the planet’s capital possesses a spaceport it is merely a small mid-stop to far more wealthier worlds and settlements around the planet struggle. Isolated and out of the way, the Clones Wars nonetheless found its way to her world.

Representatives from both the Confederacy and Republic attempted to woo her to their respective sides and her people became split on the issue of remaining neutral or choosing a side. When her father, the former king and her current advisor, was killed in an attempted coup led by her former husband, Hahn, in an attempt to sway the planet toward the CIS, Republic commandos intervened on her request, forced to make the decision. These commandos along with her most loyal supporters, defeated Hahn, his faction, and the CIS detachment sent to enforce the change. In the end her planet was made into a small refueling post for Republic starships heading to far away battlefields, garrisoned by a detachment of clones. And so her reign continued, catering to a faction that ultimately did not want to be there, attempting to help her people as best she could. When the Republic morphed into the Galactic Empire her planet once again found itself under foreign influence in the form of stormtroopers.

HC #5 - Azula v.2 - Rise of the Empire/Galactic Civil War Eras - Outer Rim Queen v.2 - Azula is a princess, daughter to a small Outer Rim planetary ruler named Ozai. Her home world is a desert moon that orbits a massive blue gas giant, wracked by sand storms, sweltering heat, yet abundant in untapped resources. Although it was part of the Republic its declaration of neutrality during the Clone Wars left it untouched by the warring factions, allowing Ozai to shake off pesky Republic regulations and laws to rule the world as he saw fit. Despite a small spaceport within the capital city that attracts trade, the planet as a whole is ultimately a backwater ruled by a overly-lavished ruling family. Many struggle to survive and some turn to the nascent Rebel Alliance for salvation against her father’s oppressive rule. Despite pleas from her brother, Zuko, for change he is ultimately scarred and exiled. As the local population in the capital rose up against Ozai with the help of underground cells from the Rebel Alliance Azula fled with her most loyal followers and the last of her family’s treasures, her father killed and her brother aiding the rebels.

Exiled, she sought the help of the new Galactic Empire to regain her planet. She eventually found help in the form of a Imperial captain named Sokka stationed on another backwater who commanded an Imperial fighter wing. Wooed and charmed, he was eventually enlisted to aid her, even so far as gaining reluctant approval from his superiors. She also found help in the form of a band of bounty hunters led by a woman simply called “June”. Together, with promises of glory and treasure, Azula assembled her small patch work force and assault the planet. Surprisingly the rebel forces were defeated, but her brother escaped capture as he left with the fleeing rebels. And so Azula declared herself queen of her desert moon, managing to just barely pay off the bounty hunters’ high service costs and rewarding the daring Imperial captain with great favors and comfier accommodations.

An Imperial presence was quickly set up, with stormtroopers patrolling the streets of her capital and ensuring law and order. Through crafty diplomacy and intelligence she manage to bargain a deal with Imperial authorities that allowed the moon’s resources to be extracted with Imperial machinery while also receiving a percentage of profits. In a sense, Azula had made her planet a tributary of the Empire.

So those are some of my head-canons for an ATLA Star Wars AU! No force-sensitive head-canons in this one since it only said to list five. Maybe next time. Yes I did make some Red Baron and Tuskegee Airmen references there too.

#Sokkla #Sokka #Azula #Yue #Toph #Hahn #Zuko #Ozai #avatar: the last airbender #Star Wars

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liodensim · 7 years

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Friday 13th! Spooky! Lots of Tweaks and Fun Stuff!

Adjustments

* You can now donate more than one item at a time to your clans. Suggestion

* If you have your offer accepted on a trade that includes a cub, the cub's survival bar will be boosted to 60% if it's underneath that amount. This is in case you are offline when the offer is accepted and you can't get online before your next Rollover to protect it. Clearly it has some good bodyguards on its journey to your den. Suggestion * The battling UI has been updated to make the health bars of your lion and the enemy clearer, easier to distinguish the health from the container, and they have now been aligned so that the health bar reduces from left or right rather than shrinking into the middle. Suggestion

- Old bar

- New bar * Bookmarks pinned to your sidebar and Bookmark Folders are now sorted alphabetically rather than by which order you add them. This allows greater customisation in how your bookmarks appear to you - if you want to customise their orders, you can now edit their names so they sort how you want them to be sorted. Suggestion * When putting your king up for stud, you can now specify the minimum lioness fertility that you will accept. This will automatically filter out any ineligible lionesses from a player's dropdown list of lionesses.

* Issue hub has had some minor upgrades - helpers, moderators and admins now have their badges next to their names, and similarly to the forums moderator posts are now green, and you can see when another member is currently online. There is also a bigger reply box for tickets. * Trades can now be reported to the Modbox in the same way that members, lions and topics can be reported. * Den, Hoard and Chatter pages now have corresponding browser tab names, instead of Profile, Inventory and Message Boards. * We have also added some behind-the-scenes updates for moderators.

Bug Fixes

* Terms of Service has had the Role Play Forum Rules link updated. * Private trades will not prioritise food's rotting time for expiry and will expire in 2 days when created. * A lot of October event bugs have been caught this week. If you are still having issues with your event storyline, please PM Abbey (#1) or create a Modbox ticket to the Moderator Hub. * Display Bug: Random backslashes appearing in King names should no longer appear * Event bar percentages will now round down to the nearest integer so that they don’t show 100% when really it should show 99.5%-99.9% as this causes confusion over whether or not the next tier should be open

Our newest Community Admin Baroness (who mainly deals with GB issues) has gotten her own explore encounter! :D No karma requirement for this one!

Friday 13th

As promised, we added something unique for this very day. These decors will only appear on Lioden if October's 13th day is.. a Friday. OooOoOoOOoo. You might have noticed a notification that said that the special decors will be available full 24 hours in Monkey Business - we wanted to be sure they're noticed before news post. The decors are: Spiderweb - Veil, Spiderweb - Thick, Spiderweb - Scarce, Frame - Dark, Frame - Rust, and Falling Petals - Black.

Shad has updated tags - Appreciation (2), Arcane (6) and October (9). Dwarfism markings are still being done and will be updated as soon as they're all finished, they did not make the Friday cut.

Raffle Lioness

Congrats Archaleos II (#49779)! You have won the last raffle lady! New lady with the Simien Mountains BG is up for impressing in Special Lioness area in Explore or in NEWS section under News Post List! We have adjusted the event bars to be more consistent with the player activity for this month!

Polls and Dev Notes

Hey guys! Of course Penumbra won - but we decided to add Fossil base as an Applicator craftable from Fossils! Woo! :D I also decided to next time never poll bases against the colour groups, but within same groups. Ya'll are too horny for black! LINK - New poll! Just... don't vote for the Hippo. No.

#lioden-sim #lioden-news #lioden #friday the 13th #october

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Save Me - George Weasley fanfic Chapter 11

As I was walking down the hall on my way to the common room, I heard someone yelling my name, “Rosalie, wait up.” I looked behind me and saw no other than George Weasley. He looked like he might be coming back from quidditch practice. I stopped in my tracks to let him catch up.

“hey Rosalie, are you coming to the quidditch match tomorrow to cheer on your favourite person?” George asked.

“of course, I’ll be there…you guys are actually going to win this time, right?” I teased.

George grinned and said, “if you’re there, how could we lose.” And with that he walked away.

Was he just flirting with me? No, he couldn’t have been. I’m me and he’s George. He’s way too out of my league. Who would ever like quiet nobody? He’s probably just setting me up for a prank.

*next morning*

I got dressed and headed down to the great hall for breakfast. As I was sitting eating, all I could hear was people talking about Harry Potter and his Firebolt. Suddenly, I felt someone sit beside me. When I looked, I saw George’s smiling face.

“you ready to cheer on the best team Hogwarts has ever seen. Got your George Weasley is #1 poster ready?” George says with a playful look on his face.

“cheering isn’t really my thing.. and didn’t you lose the last game?” I say as I try to hide the blush appearing on my face.

“how about this, when we win today, you’ll come with to the next Hogsmeade trip.” Is George Weasley really asking me out right now! No he probably means as friends, if we are even that..

“1. What makes you so sure you’re going to win today and 2. I can’t go to Hogsmeade, my father never signed the permission form” I say. I don’t think I would last a whole day with George. I would say something stupid and he’ll probably never talk to me again. Or this is all just a prank.

“well that wasn’t a no, so I’ll take it. and for the permission form, if you still have a copy, just forge the signature” George says with a triumphant look. With that, George got up, winked, and walked off with his brother.

At around 11, I went to the stands. I want to be the first one there to try to get a seat where I won’t be too squished or crowded.

The weather was the complete opposite of the last match. The sky was clear, and the day was cool with a very light breeze.

As the team walked out on the pitch, the stands erupted in tumultuous applause. After the captains shook hands, Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the match had started.

A little in the distance, I could hear Lee Jordan commentating the match “they’re off, and the big excitement this match is the Firebolt which Harry Potter is flying for Gryffindor. According to Which Broomstick, the Firebolt’s going to be the broom of choice for the national teams at this year’s World Championship-“

“Jordan, would you mind telling us what’s going on in the match?” interrupted Professor McGonagall’s voice.

“Right you are, Professor – just giving a bit of background information. The Firebolt, incidentally has a built-in auto-brake and –“

“Jordan!”

“Ok, Ok, Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor heading for goal…” and Katie scored and all the Gryffindors went wild. Just then, Harry sped off. He must have saw the snitch. But when a bludger almost hit him, he swirved out of the way and slowed down.

The Gryffindors all “Oooooooohed” of disappointment.

I looked towards George and he was hitting the second bludger directly at the offending beater, who was forced to roll right over in mid-air to avoid it.

“Gryffindor lead by eighty points to zero, and look at that Firebolt go! Potter’s really putting it through its paces now. See it turn – Chang’s Comet is just no match for it. The Firebolt’s precision-balance is really noticeable in these long – “

“JORDAN! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!”

Ravenclaw were pulling back; they had now scored three goals, which put Gryffindor only fifty points ahead.

After a while, Harry must have spotted the snitch for the third time because he accelerated with Cho not very far behind.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something black down on the pitch. I looked and what I saw was Dementors. Something feels off, they look like Dementors but it doesn’t feel like there are any nearby.

Thirty seconds later, Harry had caught the snitch and all the Gryffindors started to cheer. Everyone in the Gryffindor stands went down to congratulate the team. I stood back and watched from afar. I’m really not a fan of big crowds.

When I looked towards the pitch, I saw Malfoy and his goons huddled on the ground with scared looks on their faces. That explains the ‘Dementors’. I then scanned the crowd to find George. I found him amidst the crowd celebrating the victory.

When the stands were empty and the path was clear, I started making my way towards the castle.

When I made it to the common room, I found a quiet spot in the corner and took out my sketch book. When I was about halfway through sketching, I heard someone talk “so shall we work on forging that signature so you can come on the next Hogsmeade trip with me”

“congratulations on the win but I doubt forging his signature is going to work.”

“it doesn’t hurt to try, or you can just sneak into Hogsmeade using a secret passage if it doesn’t work.”

I grabbed the permission form out of my pocket and handed it to him. “His name is Shane Blake. It shouldn’t be too hard to forge it since they don’t know what it looks like.”

After a few moments, the form was signed, and it seemed to have worked. “well now that that’s done, want to come with Fred and me to gather supplies for the party?”

At that moment, I noticed a celebratory party had started in the common room. “Will I get in trouble if I go with you?” I asked.

“Only if we get caught, which we wont. Plus, you probably wouldn’t get in trouble since I’m assuming you’ve never been in trouble.”

“I guess I can come but we get caught I’m throwing you under the bus” I really hope we don’t get caught or get in trouble.

“throw me under a what?” George asked.

“a bus is a muggle vehicle that transports many people at once. And if we get caught, I’m blaming it all on you”

*a few hours later*

When we returned to the common room, we had brought armfuls of Butterbeer, pumpkin fizz and several bags full of Honeydukes sweets.

“that was fun and it was nice getting to know you and your brother a little more so thanks for asking me to tag along”

As George was throwing peppermint toads into the crowd, I heard Angelina Johnson squeal “how did you do that?” I can tell Angelina likes George and I wouldn’t be surprised if George liked her back. She’s so pretty and she’s smart and she’s on the quidditch team. I’m nothing compared to her. I don’t know why I should even try or get my hopes up. George probably only wants me to go to Hogsmeade with him so he can ask a girls opinion on how to woo Angelina.

George and Fred disappeared and when I had found them, they were standing on a table juggling Butterbeer bottles. It was quite the show.

I went to bed at ten that evening. The party only ended when Professor McGonagall turned up in her tartan dressing gown and hair net at one in the morning, to insist everyone go to bed. I heard the other girls enter the dorm and I was glad everyone was finally going to bed. Time for some quiet.

*later in the night*

I woke up to screaming. Where is that coming from? I got out of bed, grabbed my wand and went to investigate. I clutched my wand tightly, scared of what might be lurking in the dark. When I made it to the common room, there were a bunch of people all gathered.

“Excellent, are we carrying on?” I heard Fred Weasley say brightly.

“Everyone back upstairs!” said Percy, hurrying into the common room and pinning his Head Boy badge to his pyjamas as he spoke.

“perce – Sirius Black!” said Ron faintly. “in our dormitory! With a knife! Woke me up!”

The common room went very still. I doubt Sirius Black would try to kill anyone here. Why would he want to kill Ron?

“Nonsense!” said Percy, looking startled. “You had too much to eat, Ron – had a nightmare –“

“I’m telling you –“

“Now, really, enough’s enough!”

Professor McGonagall was back. She slammed the portrait behind her as she entered the common room and stared furiously around.

“I am delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better of you!”

“I certainly didn’t authorise this, Professor!” said Percy, puffing himself up indignantly. “I was just telling them all to get back to bed! My brother Ron her had a nightmare _”

“IT WASN’T A NIGHTMARE!” Ron yelled. “PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!”

Professor McGonagall stared at him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have gotten through the portrait hole?”

“Ask him!” said Rn, pointing a shaking finger at the back of Sir Cadogan’s picture. “Ask him if he saw –“

Glaring suspiciously at Ron, Professor McGonagall pushed the portrait back open and went outside. The whole common room listened with baited breath.

“Sir Cadogan, did you let a man enter Gryffindor Tower?”

“Certainly, good lady!” cried Sir Cadogan.

There was a stunned silence, both inside and outside the common room.

“You -you did?” said Professor McGonagall. “but – but the password!”

“He had ‘em!” said Sir Cadogan proudly. “Had the whole week’s, my lady! Read ‘em off a little piece of paper!”

Professor McGonagall pulled herself back through the portrait hole to face the stunned crowd. She was white as chalk.

“Which person,” she said, her voice shaking, “which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week’s passwords and left them lying around?”

There was utter silence, broken by the smallest of terrified squeaks. Neville Longbottom, trembling from head to fluffy-slippered toes, raised hand slowing into the air.

Well this night just got interesting…

#george weasley #george weasley fanfiction #George Weasley fanfic #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #love story

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garnetsingingwriter-blog · 7 years

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As you probably know from my ‘Birthday Tag’ post three weeks ago, it was my birthday recently. On Saturday 21st January, the day after my birthday, I celebrated my sixteenth by having a birthday meal at a local Tex-Mex with my best friends. It was a really great night, where I was surrounded by friends, food and lots of fun! <3

My outfit for my birthday meal (c) Grace Galvin

I’m just going to touch on all of the wonderful gifts I was given for my 16th birthday from friends and family members, considering they were all so lovely and thoughtful! To me, pricing doesn’t really matter when it comes to gifts. As long as some thought was put into it, that’s all that matters! :D I am not in anyway boasting or bragging about my birthday presents, simply thanking those who gave me them and showing you guys, so maybe you can be inspired.

I am not, in any way, trying to boast or brag about my birthday presents, simply thanking those who gave me them and showing you guys, so maybe you can be inspired.

Family

This year, my mum and dad surprised me by buying me an Amazon Echo Dot! This thing is literally one of coolest presents I have ever received. I’m planning on doing a review and walkthrough on how it works, but essentially you can ask this little device questions, get it to play music, tell you the weather, set alarms, play games, such as 20 Questions, or purchase items from your Amazon account. You can even connect it to the lighting and heating in your house for convenience, and simply tell the device to switch your lights on and off for you. It is simply controlled by your voice, where you say the command word (Alexa, Amazon or Echo) followed by your command. I can’t wait to see what other stuff I can do with my Alexa app and this device! :D One feature I particularly love is the ‘Inspire Me’ feature. If you say ‘Alexa, Inspire Me’ then she will play you one of a selection of inspirational speeches by famous celebrities. It’s honestly great if you’re like me and need a motivation boost to enable you to do tasks such as revision.

They also gave me a tote bag that I asked for from a shop called BookwormBoutique on the Society6 website. It has a galaxy background and white text that says ‘I’m going on an adventure’ with a white book graphic outline. In fact, the whole BookwormBoutique Site (as well as others, of course, this is just my favourite) has loads of gorgeous designs that can be transferred onto throw pillows, tote bags in a variety of sizes, mugs, t-shirts, purses and even shower curtains, just to mention a few! The products are not too expensive, and they are also of a very high quality which I am so pleased about! I have these adorable book-themed badges that I’m going to pin on the bag (which I have talked about before) and I’m also looking to get some Coldplay band badges to pin on there too! <3 <3 <3

My mum gave me a gorgeous pair of light-blue droplet earrings from H Samuel! <3 They are so beautiful and glint in the sunlight! 😍

My sister bought me a giant 90 by 60 cm corkboard, so I could pin my world map up on my wall, and be able to stick push pins in the places where I have been and where I want to go. I’m so happy with how it looks and I can pin all of my important school things and weekly timetables on there (and the actual GCSEs exam timetable I just got 😁) too :) She also bought me a massive ’16’ badge for me to wear into school! :D Thank you, Cecilia! <3 <3

Friends

My friends bought me some very thoughtful, fun and useful gifts for my 16th, which I opened the majority of on the 21st at my meal :) Two of my friends, Jazmin and Myah, gave me my presents in school on my actual birthday. As you may well work out, I have consumed some of the food items before they ever got to the photography stage! 😂😂 They were delicious, though :)

Jaz gave me a gorgeous poetry book by this person called Tyler Knott Gregson who found a typewriter in an antique shop in Helena, and ever since, he has written poetry on random scraps of paper with it. The poetry book is a compilation of these poems and as a poetry lover and amateur poet/writer, I can completely relate to his poems on a deep emotional level. He is also a very talented photographer and big on social media, so do look him up :) This present has got to be one of the most beautiful and heartful gifts I think I’ve ever received! Thank you so much, Jaz! <3 <3

Myah gave me a selection of little gifts – she gave me a set of Primark Gold, Silver and Pearl Earrings; a silver photo frame with a picture of both of us in it, some Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups; and an ‘H’ mug which I now use every morning for my orange juice at breakfast :) Thank you very much, Myah for such personal and tasty gifts ;) <3

The rest of my friends gave me my presents at my birthday meal, which was absolutely wonderful. I don’t think I could ask for more thoughtful and caring friends :D

My lovely friend Chloe bought me a Love and Friendship Colouring book that is filled with gorgeous designs and quotes which I am in love with! To go with that, she also bought me a beautiful set of 36 wooden colouring pencils! I personally have a thing for collecting adult colouring books, so I was delighted to see that she had given me this! I’m going to spend my time winding down and colouring these in! Thank you so much, Chloe <3 :)

Then, Sanjana gave me, firstly, a stunning square photo album/scrapbook where I can stash all of my photos and ticket stubs etc. I am in love with the vintage world map cover that it has! <3 The other gifts she gave me were:

A Packet of Strawberry Bon Bons (yum! :) )

A Flower Print Passport Cover and Luggage Tag (Wanderlust <3)

A book called ‘Girl, Missing’ by Sophie Mckenzie – from the blurb it seems like such an interesting premise and I personally cannot wait to read it!

Thank you so much, chum, for these gorgeous gifts! I’m obsessed with them all and they have really got me feeling wanderlusty! 😍🌍

Mollie gave me the softest pillow I think I’ve ever possessed – it’s a gorgeous rectangular blue Reblog (!!!) pillow :D I doubt I’ve ever been more excited about a cushion in my life <3 <3 She also gave me a HUGE Galaxy Chocolate bar – and I mean MASSIVE! 🍫 I’m surprised I have been able to save it this long without eating any of it! Finally, she got me a fab set of Avon Eyeshadows – the colours are so vibrant and shimmery and they are just perfect! Thank you so much, Mollie – you know me too well! ;) <3<3

Now onto Maddie <3. Maddie gave me these beautiful blue faux flowers in a pretty jar, a £10 gift card to WHSmith and two gorgeous cupcakes although they aren’t pictured below because I ate them! 😂 One was chocolate and one was vanilla but they both tasted absolutely amazing and I was so grateful for them! Thank you very much, Maddie – the flowers look fab in my room! Plus, I used some of the money on the WHSmith card to buy myself something I’ve needed for so long – a light-blue box file! 😍 To me, my box file is the ultimate organising tool for all of my pens, highlighters, notepads and pieces of paper. It is waterproof and has so much capacity :) I honestly can’t leave my house without my box file anymore and I thoroughly recommend them to everyone, especially students!

Ruby gave me a gorgeous set of crystal droplet earrings and a necklace to match! They are both absolutely stunning and sparkle in the sunlight which I love! :) <3 She also gave me a bath gift set which comes with a black and gold (I am obsessed with black/white and gold!) cosmetic bag, two bath oils/bubble baths and a lotion! I personally can’t wait to relax in a lovely hot bath with these as they smell so amazing and look fab too! Thank you so much, Ruby, for the gorgeous jewellery and the bath gift set! I’m going to have such a relaxing time with them! <3 <3

And last, but not least, Freya gave me a lovely selection of presents, not all of which I was able to picture below but I still will mention! The highlight (in my opinion) of these presents was a planner! :D I had been looking at this planner for a while so it was honestly amazing that Freya gave it to me! <3 It has a weekly planner, shopping list/budgeting section, packing list for travel, decisions (pros and cons) section and some blank pages for notes. It even comes with a transparent zip lock wallet for little pictures and documents in the back! :) I use it so much and it is so helpful for organising my life! She also bought me a pink heart plaque which says ‘There is no such thing as perfect. Remember: your flaws are beautiful’ <3 This is one of the things I have got to remember as I strive for perfection – that it is okay for things not to be completely alright and that vulnerability and fragility can be beautiful. As well as a ’16’ badge for me to wear at my birthday meal, the last two gifts she gave me were an Essence Clear Mascara for me to use during shows and other situations where real mascara may easily smudge and a hairbrush that says ‘I use this as a microphone!’ That is so me! 😂 Thank you, Freya, your presents are so sweet and thoughtful and I am definitely using them in my daily life <3 <3

The Meal

Woo! We’re on this section finally! The meal was absolutely fantastic – we went to a local Tex-Mex which has the most amazing food :p For the sake of this not dragging on, I’m going to include a couple of my favourite pics from the meal, followed by a slideshow of the rest of the pictures :) <3

Chloe and I decided to share two starters between us, so we got mozzarella sticks (my fave!) with salsa and a plate of nachos with melted cheese, guac, sour cream and salsa.

This was my main meal – the Classic Burger which had Jack Cheese and was served with curly fries. It was simply delicious!

Toffee Fudge Sundae (c) Freya Beecham

Freya and I decided to get one Toffee Fudge Sundae with two spoons as we were so full up after our huge meals! It tasted absolutely divine and it was a great dessert for sharing!

We got some mocktails to finish up on a wonderful evening. Chloe and Ruby got Pomegranate mocktails and the rest of us got one called ‘Designated Driver’ which is basically lemonade, pineapple juice, orange juice and cranberry juice! They tasted absolutely amazing <3 <3

The Birthday Girl (c) Mollie Cronin

And this last one is me at the start of the night, in my birthday dress. I am completely obsessed with this dress, it has bell sleeves and is shoulderless! <3 <3

Here is a slideshow of some of the night’s best pictures:

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I hope you’re all well and having a lovely week! Have you been up to anything fun recently? Let me know in the comments below :)

xoxo

Hannah

What I got for my 16th Birthday + Meal Highlights As you probably know from my 'Birthday Tag' post three weeks ago, it was my birthday recently.

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