#Yelling at airplanes on the beach

[jordanstrophe]

Hallow Island, 2

[part 1] [Series Masterlist] [Part 3]

CW: Back-handed slap, gagged, bound, manhandled, controlling whumper, kidnapping/imprisoned, sliiight failed escape attempt if you squint

The strap around whumpees wrists and ankles were undone and they were tugged out of their airplane seat by an arm.

Immediately whumpee tried to rip the gag out of their mouth, but whumper took it as an opportunity to get their other arm.

"Easy! Easy now. I don't want to hurt you. Calm yourself." Whumper lulled. The words sickened whumpee to the core as they got one more burst of adrenaline and managed to rip an arm loose.

"HEY!" Whumper yelled, swiping to grab them but whumpee twisted free and bolted out the plane exit just as it opened.

The second their foot was out the door, they ran face first into two guards who seemed like they were waiting right there for them. They each grabbed an arm and pinned whumpee between them, neither budging their grip.

Whumper sniffed angrily and motioned for the guards to turn them around; before striking whumpee hard against the cheek. They whimpered as the side of their face hit the guards arm by force.

"I really tried being gentle with you... Try anything like that again and you'll lose that privilege." Whumper spat, grabbing whumpees face as they flinched.

"Nod if you understand." Whumper hissed.

Whumpees eyes flickered between defiance and fear, before giving a small angry nod. There was nothing they could do between the two guards aside from giving in.

"Splendid. Take them to the hollow. I want them clean and ready for tonight. And check their cheek before they go up for auction, I don't want to see a bruise. It's bad for business." Whumper fixed their sleeve and waved them off.

Whumpee felt weightless between the two guards. If they fought they got yanked so hard their feet went off the ground. The island was surrounded by a sandy beach, their toes left skid marks from where they struggled. They tried burying their heels but all they did was get sand in their shoes.

Despite it being an island, they could see massive glass buildings in the center beyond the palm trees. Up ahead there was a cave with a built in iron wall and door. Whumpee tried to plead with the guards, but all they could do was make sad muffled noises.

The guard on their left never looked at them once. The guard on their right occasionally glanced to make sure they weren't squeezing too tight, at least not enough to leave a mark.

Someone from the inside opened the door. The halls got dark quick and soon enough, whumpee was gently laid down in a cell where they sunk to the floor on their knees. That would be their chance to run if they had the energy; it took the plane nearly a day to get wherever they were and they spent the last energy in pitiful efforts.

"Someone will be by soon to look you over. Just try and get some rest, mmkay?" The last guard spoke, looking over their shoulder. Whumpee ripped the gag out of their mouth and shouted "PLEASE HELP ME!" Before the door slammed shut.

Whumpee let loose a broken cry they had been holding in since they shoved the gag in the first place. 

To be continued- [Series Masterlist]

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[mxqdii]

sorry i forgot to add something else 😭

i have another fic suggestion, but again, no pressure!

what about chris x reader, where chris goes with the reader to see her little baby cousin/niece and some of her family is there, but reader and chris just hang back behind them as they go on a walk and they push the pushchair together and chris gets on really well with the baby and gives her baby fever 😭🩷

baby fever - c.s

pairings: reader x chris sturniolo

summary: reader gets baby fever seeing chris and her baby cousin

warning(s): none!

a/n: i changed it up a little but the idea is the same! enjoy!

not proofread

"you sure you wanna come with me chris?" i ask for the millionth time

"yes! of course, i wanna meet your baby cousin" he says and i laugh, grabbing my keys and motioning him to follow me.

we drive to my aunts house, getting out of the car seeing her already outside

"thank you so much for watching her! i'm so late i gotta go-" she rushes

"no problem!" i smile, waving to her as her car drives off

"you ready for this chris?" i ask

"im not decoding a fucking bomb y/n" he replies and i scoff

unlocking the front door, i lead chris to my cousins room.

"hi liv!!" i say, bending to the 6 year olds height

"y/n!!" she yells, tackling me with a hug

i laugh and then remember about chris, pulling away from the hug, seeing her already look at him

she stand up walking towards him,

"can i give you a hug too?" she asks

i think my heart just exploded.

"where my hug at?" he jokes and i slap his side

well, moments over.

luckily, liv doesn't get the joke and runs to hug him anyway

she pulls away and looks at me

"is this your boyfriend y/n?" she asks and my eyes widen

"yes it is! his name is chris" i explain and she smiles

"can we go on a walk?" she asks and i nod, grabbing her hand.

we decide to walk to the beach, 10 minute walk nonetheless

after about 3 minutes, liv starts complaining about her legs not working anymore, which obviously isnt true but shes 6 so it's not like i can call her on it

"i have an idea! i can give you a piggy back ride, does that sound good?" chris suggests and her face lights up

"yes yes!" she yells and chris picks her up, lifting her onto his back

they walk infront of me and chris runs and makes airplane motions, the sound of liv's laughs echoing through my head

one day all this could be mine, ours.

me and chris staring a family.

we get to the beach and chris and liv start playing tag, chris clearly pretending to be a slow runner so liv could run away.

i lay on the sand, letting my mind drift deeper into starting my own family with chris.

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[judysxnd]

Heyyy

I have an idea for pedro and reader I just saw TSITP.

they are fighting and mad at each other she gets drunk and go to the beach. Pedro comes and drags her in the house taking by his hand

I haven't seen the show so I hope it's approximately what you expected!

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You were sitting on the table, waiting for Pedro to come home. You've been waiting for him for a couple of hours now. The night had settled, and you were supposed to be walking down the street to a restaurant for your date night. But someone forgot about you, again. You were all dressed up, swinging your legs, your arms crossed. You sitting in the dark, as the full moon was the only thing lighting the room.

It was past 9pm, and no one was home yet. You sent at least a hundred of texts, tried to call him, but nothing. If he was still working on set you knew it would be pretty useless to try and reach him because his phone was either on silent, airplane mode or turned off. It always pissed you off. What if something happened to you? No one could reach him. As each minute passed by you were getting angrier and angrier and the bottle of wine was getting emptier and emptier. You were feeling so hot and a bit dizzy. But he finally came back. At almost 10pm. He came back.

"Oh there you are" you sarcastically said as he turned the light on, turning his head towards you

"Baby I'm sorry"

"Nope I don't want to hear about it" You got up from the table, standing still for a minute as the alcohol made you woozy for a sec. "I've been waiting for you for hours!" you almost yelled

"Sorry I was working" he said taking his coat off

"Did you even remember that we were supposed to go out tonight?" His eyes widened "I swear to god" you said walking to your bedroom.

"I didn't do it on purpose cariño!"

"Of course you didn't, you never do anything on purpose!" you yelled, grabbing some clothes more comfortable to change into

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, leaning against the door behind you “are you drunk?”

"You always forget about me, you spend your time working" you stopped “and I just drank the bottle of wine, you know.. the one we were supposed to drink together after our date!” You stared at him

"Well I'm sorry I have a job that requires working a lot" you fully turned around, facing him, shocked by what he just said

"Because I don't? Because spending hours, entire nights writing, editing, filming, this is not enough for you?" you said as you walked closer to him “this is not enough for mister Peedroo?” You added, your drunken mind starting to make you even more mad

"You know this is not what I meant"

"I don't care Pedro. You could at least text me or call me, which is what I've been trying to do all night, but I bet your phone was off?"

"Yeah I'm sorry, it was on silent"

"Yeah as usual!" you said, changing in front of him

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking at you moving quickly to get changed

"Well I'm changing into something more comfortable since we won't go out tonight"

"We can still go out"

"At 10pm? I'm freaking hungry. I’m drunk as hell because I haven’t eaten a thing, I don't want to wait another hour for my food! Oh my god you're impossible!" You said going back to the living room, Pedro close behind you

"It's better than nothing!" You gasped, looking at him

"I can't do this" you said, grabbing your jacket and leaving your shared apartment. You didn't leave time for Pedro to say something. You need to get out of here, you were too upset (and definitely too drunk) to have a rational conversation with him. Things were already getting bad, you were already starting to say things that shouldn't be said, so it was better to leave in order to calm down.

But as you left, you were still extremely hungry. Pedro probably ate something on set, but you didn't. Time passed and you didn't move, hoping he would come home and you could eat together. So now you were thinking what to eat. You needed something fast, so you walked to the nearest McDonalds, ordered your food, and walked to the only place where you knew you would calm down, the beach.

Living in L.A. had some good sides, meaning the beach wasn't far from your apartment. In ten minutes you were there. You always loved the beach, it was one of the reason you stayed here rather than somewhere else. It always calmed you down, the sound of the waves, the feeling of the sand under your feet, the smell, everything was different and so calm, the opposite of the city you were living in.

You took your jacket and put it on the sand, not far from the water, and sat on it. You took the smell in, setting the blanket on the sand, sitting next to your food. You didn't even realise when you calmed down, but the soothing sound of the waves and finally eating made everything better.

Now that your stomach was full, you could finally think normally. The alcohol seemed to have reduced a bit. You weren’t feeling dizzy nor anything else anymore. But you couldn't help but smile. Even at night the view was beautiful. After finishing your burger and fries, you also ordered a sundae. You were eating it quietly, when you heard footsteps getting closer to you. You decided to ignore it, it was probably someone just passing by.

"There you are" Pedro's voice startled you, making you jump a little "I've been looking for you everywhere"

"You remembered I existed I'm surprised" you sarcastically said, not looking at him, still eating your ice cream. The alcohol wasn’t totally gone. He sighed.

"I'm sorry" he said

"It doesn't change the fact that it happened and that it keeps happening" you said dryly, taking another spoon of ice cream.

"I'm working a lot so that we finish early so that I can spend more time with you"

"It's doing the opposite right now though"

"Get up" he suddenly said

"What? I'm not moving" you finally looked at him

"I said get up" he said in a lower voice.

"No" he saw you weren't moving, so he started to grab the jacket you were sitting on, forcing you to get up. "What are you doing!" you yelled, stepping back, looking at Pedro folding the jacket and grabbing the empty bag where your food was.

"Let's go" he motioned for you to get moving. You frowned

"I'm not finished"

"You can finish the ice cream on the way home"

"No!" you blurted. Pedro stepped closer to you, grabbing your hand and dragged you away from the beach. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" He finally let go of you once you were on the parking lot. "What was that about?"

"I can accept the attitude, but I won't let you run away from me" you frowned once more, rolling your eyes. "I did something bad, we talk about it, but you don't get to leave me especially in the middle of the night, alone!" He kept talking. He was right though. "So you finish your ice cream, you get in the car and we go home and talk. Deal?" You sighed

"Deal" you finally said. He held his hand out, waiting for you to shake it. "Seriously?" He moved closer to you. You sighed, shaking his hand. He took the opportunity to pull you into a hug. He held you tight, kissing your head. You gave in, holding him too. "I need to finish my ice cream" you said, breaking the silence. He stepped back, smiling when he saw you were also smiling a bit.

Once you were done, you stepped in his car, where he was waiting for you. The ride was silent, but not a bad one. You were not anticipating the conversation, you both calmed down, so you knew it would be okay.

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[tearfallpixie]

Oblivious - Part 5: Bubble Baths

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I didn’t know how to address what happened with Chris, so we went about the rest of the trip pretending it didn’t happen, but I guess he didn’t know I heard him, so it was easy for him. Two days later and we were on the flight back home to Scranton. I wanted to stay longer in Florida but unfortunately I had to get back to reality.

“Do we have to go home?” I asked sadly.

“We do but we’ll be better about taking our vacations together. I think we needed this.” I hummed in agreement and tucked my head into his shoulder.

“I hurt.” I whined, rubbing at my arm that was covered by a long sleeve soft shirt.

“Maybe next time don’t fight me about putting on sunscreen.” I pouted up at him but he only kissed my forehead before going back to the new song he was working on. When we returned home I stepped out of the plane to see Rick waiting for us and ran full tilt towards him. “Careful!” Chris called but it was too late. Ricky wrapped his arms around me tightly and I yelped as he squeezed just a little too hard. He instantly let me go and pulled up my sleeves with a frown.

“Chris! You were supposed to take care of her!” My boyfriend complained.

“I did… I tried. Its not my fault that shes stubborn.” The singer complained.

“Don’t I know it. Come on baby girl. Lets get you home and soaking in a bath.”  Rick wrapped his arm around my waist gently and we went to collect our bags before heading out to his car. He got me situated in the front seat as Chris loaded our bags into the trunk and climbed into the back seat. “So how was Florida?”

“It was amazing. I got to see Shae! Justin and Chris got us a private beach for the day and it was amazing.” I gushed and my boyfriend grinned at my excitement.

“That would be where the sun burn came from, I assume?” He teased me.

“Yeah, but it was worth it!” I defended. He shook his head in unbelieving and focused on the rest of the drive to Chris’ place.

“Go get some rest love bug. I’ll see you in a few days.” The singer kissed my cheek through the open window before standing to his full height and stepping back. “Take care of her Horror.”

“I haven’t gone by that in years asshole.” Rick yelled after Chris’ retreating form.

“Whatever. You’ll always be that little boy who joined us 10 years ago.” Chris smirked over his shoulder as he disappeared into his house.

“Jerk.” Rick mumbled, but his smile told me he wasn’t actually bothered. “Your place or mine?”

“I need fresh clothes.” I pointed out, tugging at my grimy airplane clothes.

“You left some at my place before you left for the trip.” He offered. I had forgotten that I had left an outfit there one time so I nodded.

“Your place is better.” I agreed. As we drove back to his place I thought about what happened with Chris three nights ago and debated whether or not I should bring it up with Ricky. Ultimately I decided not to because I didn’t want to cause any issues between him and the singer. It wasn’t like Chris had tried to pull any moves on me either so there was no reason to worry.

“I have aloe bubble bath too so that might make your skin feel better.” He said when we got back to his place and he was pulling my bag out of his trunk. I nodded wordlessly, my exhaustion from the travel catching up to me. “Come on baby girl. Lets get you inside.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and dropped my bag inside his door before leading me upstairs to the bathroom. He sat me on the toilet seat and started the hot water before pouring the muscle relaxer aloe combo.

“Rick, you really don’t have to do this.” I mumbled.

“I want to baby. Chris spent all week pampering you in Florida and now its my turn.” He kissed the top of my head before helping me stand up and step into the tub. It was deeper than a normal tub so the water actually covered up to my shoulders, perfectly soaking into all of my sore muscles. “Come find me once you are done. Ok?” I nodded and leaned up to kiss him quickly, loving him a lot in that moment.

I soaked in in the hot water for 20 minutes, loving the way that the aloe seeped into my raw skin and softened it up again. I hadn’t expected to get as sunburned as I did but I guess I wasn’t as careful as I thought. I was drifting off a bit when there was a ding from my phone signaling I got a text message.

Oreo: Are you relaxing pumpkin?

C: Yeah Ricky made me a bubble bath, its so nice.

I took a pic from my chest up that had me covered in bubbles and sent it to him with a smirk emoji.

Oreo: Fuck love bug, you cant send me shit like that. You look delicious.

C: Ooops?

I let out a giggle and set my phone to the side so that I could stand up and towel off. Once I was dry I wrapped it around my chest and stepped out into the hall to go down to Ricks room. On his bed was my lingerie that I had left here last time and one of his oversized shirts that I knew would easily hang down to my thighs. I rolled my eyes and got dressed before retrieving my phone and heading downstairs to the kitchen where I could hear my boyfriend moving around. As I got closer to the bottom floor I could smell the delicious scent of lasagna invading my nose so I bolted the rest of the way to the kitchen in time to catch him pulling it out of the oven.

“Ricky, that smells amazing.” I exclaimed. He pulled the hot hands off and dropped them to the counter. I had known him for 10 years and not once did I know that he knew how to cook. He usually left it to me which I didn’t mind but this was still a shock.

“It’s a premade dish.” He blushed in embarrassment.

“Baby, Vinny can burn cup mac and cheese so let me be impressed.” That made him let out a deep laugh.

“I’ve stayed at Vinny’s place enough to know he’s competent in the kitchen.” He pulled a couple of plates out of the cabinet and handed them to me so I could set them on the table.

“Then that fucker is holding out on me. Guess I’ll have to crash on his couch one night and force him to feed me.” I joked, dancing around the table and putting on some music on the speaker. Ricky gave me a look of amusement as he dished up the lasagna.

“Careful, you’ll make the fans jealous if they think you’re dating him too. You already have Chris and I under your thumb.” I rolled my eyes and took a seat at the table.

“The fans are nuts.” They were the ones that insisted Chris and I were dating the most and these days it just made me laugh. I guess it made sense with the way he and I always did everything together or how I was always clinging to him. Some of them had caught us at Disney together on numerous occasions too.

“They aren’t that bad once you get use to them.”

“You’re just saying that because you like when they flirt with you.” I smirked. Ricky always seemed so reserved and chill when it came to the fans but I knew for a fact that he loved the attention. He knew he was good looking and he used it to his advantage all the time.

“Maybe, but I have the only girl I want so it doesn’t matter to me.” His hand took mine in his and he squeezed it tightly making me melt.

“I love you idiot.” I mumbled. We had been only dating for 3 weeks now but I had been crushing on him for years so I didn’t feel any shame saying those words that quick.

“I love you too, baby girl.” He said. With a glance up at him I saw a soft smile on his face and I knew I had made a good choice.

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[nikatyler]

✈️ 🐷 ❤️ 🤍 🧐 For Sharon

Thank you! This took me ages to figure out for some reason. But here we go!

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

She has to travel a lot for her athletic competitions. She likes visiting new places but hates the travel part, especially if it's far away and she has to sit in the car or plane or whatever for a long long time. She loves travelling with Tyler but their idea of an ideal vacation is different. While she’d like a more active vacation, going hiking, exploring nature and places, Tyler would rather stay in the city or at the beach and just rest and relax. But hey, they’re good at coming to a compromise that works for them both.

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

I can see a wolf being her favourite animal.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

She’s doing a pretty great job at not comparing herself to others. One of her quotes to live by is “you’re only competing against who you were yesterday”. 

But don’t get me wrong, she’s not obsessed with chasing perfection either, aside from her sports career maybe. There she wants to be the very best and she’s setting impressive goals for herself, she’s quite ambitious and she's willing to do whatever it takes to reach her dreams.

She doesn’t let gossip and rumours dictate how she should feel about a person. She doesn’t jump on the hate train without hesitation…heck, she doesn’t really jump on the hate train at all. She’s just not a hateful person, and if you have an issue with someone, there are better ways to deal with that than to let your whole soul be consumed with hate and rage towards them.

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

She's got a bit of a “I'm not like the other girls” syndrome. It's something she grows out of as time goes but it's definitely there when she first shows up in the story.

…and now I noticed I misread the question, I thought it said negative. Well, the “I’m not like the other girls” mindset sure is questionable, eh? As a former not like the other girls person now not like the other swifties person, I’d say it’s complex. It doesn’t have to be entirely negative, it’s just…not very healthy overall. 

She can come off distant, cold and uninterested a lot of times, even if she is actually interested. It goes beyond the resting bitch face, which she sure puts on often unintentionally. I dunno. It’s like the emotional switch in her brain takes a bit to flip on. People who know her know that, but it can intimidate strangers. (which…can be a good thing sometimes, now that I think about it 😂)

You don’t want to argue with her. You just don’t. She’s not hotheaded, she won’t yell at you immediately, but she can do it. Her angry fiery part doesn’t show up often, again, if she’s pissed she’s more ice-like, but when the fire starts, you won’t soon forget it.

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?

I think I sort of said it in the above answer – at first, it’s cold logic, rationality, analyzing facts and acting purely based on them. But a lot of times, the switch eventually flips and emotions kick in. And I'd say it depends a lot on the situation or the problem, too.

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[cowboysandpilots]

Icemav and toddler Bradley like to go play in parks! And I also think that Ice and Bradley have a special bond so if little Bradley needs advice he goes to his Papa for help. He just really doesn't know how to finish his coloring picture and he's sure Papa will know!

Bradley has always loved playing outside, specifically parks. He begs and begs his Daddy and Papa to go to the park every single weekend. Maverick never understands this. He keeps reminding Bradley that they live right on the beach, but the little one doesn't seem to care; he insists they go to the park. Ice understands. "There's nothing for him to climb on at the beach, Mav, and it's not like he can go in the ocean."

So they drive 10 minutes to the nearest park, where Bradley kicks his little feet into the back of Maverick's seat for the entire ride. He immediately goes to the climbing bars of the structure as soon as Ice lets him out of his arms. Bradley's always wanted to be as high as he could get, much to the fear of his guardians. The thing about being an only child is that you get really good about being independent and playing by yourself, so as soon as Bradley gets tired of climbing, swinging and sliding, he asks for his colouring book and crayons and then settles down on the grass to get to work. The colouring book that he got couldn't be anything other than airplanes. His papa and daddy were pilots, and they were his favourite people in the whole world; he wanted to fly airplanes just like them. Most of the pictures were just of planes in different landscapes, but this time, Bradley came across one with a pilot. The pilot didn't look like how his favourite pilots did, but that didn't matter to him; he rushed the paper right over to Ice.

"Papa! Papa!" He yells, little legs stumbling as he runs. "What is it, baby goose?" He asks with a smile, hoisting Bradley up into his lap. "This plane has a pilot just like you and Daddy!" Bradley grins, shoving the paper into Ice's face. Chuckling, Ice took the paper and moved it down so he could actually see. The pilot was most definitely a commercial airline pilot rather than a fighter pilot, but Bradley didn't seem interested in that explanation. "M'gonna colour him just like you." Bradley grins. The only problem was, Bradley's little toddler brain didn't hold on to information very well, and he couldn't remember what colour their uniform was. Iceman stood up from the chair he and Maverick brought and carried Bradley back over to his abandoned box of crayons. He got down on the ground with the small boy and pulled out two separate colours. "Well, sometimes Papa wears a uniform that's dark blue like this one." He explains, holding up the dark blue crayon. "That's for special occasions. Mostly, I wear the ones that are green and brown like these." He says, holding up the other two colours. In the end, Bradley went with the brown and green, which he thinks is why his picture got put up on the fridge when they got home. Because Papa knows everything.

KOFI  AMAZON WISHLIST 

*Gifts and support are very, very appreciated but not at all required. I'm just happy you're here. ❤️*

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[daughterofthereaper02]

Wondering if you please a part 2 of “What Could Have Been”

Like Bradley Bradshaw mad at Jake "Hangman" Seresin is still in love with shyreader despite having twin infant sons adore their mom and the other pilots holding them back from fighting. Jake question himself what IF he never broke her heart but it’s obvious Bradley Bradshaw and shyreader make each other happy

A/N: I'll admit I have been putting this off because I didn't know how much justice I could have done this prompt. I think I'm ready and I hope you enjoy it!

You were all at another little barbecue/bonfire that was being held at the little beach behind The Hard Deck. You had your boys in their little sun hats as they played under the umbrella in the sand. You were helping them make little sandcastles. What you didn't see was Bradley glaring at Hangman who wouldn't take his eyes off you. It was obvious to everyone that Jake was still in love with you.

You picked the boys up and spun them around as they squealed. "More mommy! More!" They yelled. You grinned and kept going until you couldn't. Rooster took them from you as you looked a little breathless "Daddy! Play airplanes!?" Nick asked happily. He shook his head "Not right now, how about a snack?" Bradley asked. They nodded happily and you both got them a snack.

As they ate, you were fanning yourself from the heat and kept glancing at the water. "Rooster, you good with them if I go take a dip in the water?" You asked him. You looked extremely flushed and you were sweating under the bathing suit cover up. He kissed you deeply "Go for it baby" he murmured. He watched as you stripped off your throw over and drank in the sight of you wearing your bikini. He stared as you walked off, thanking whoever was out there for sending you to him. His eyes traveled to Hangman who stared after you longingly.

Seeing the look set something off in him, he got Natasha and Robert to watch the boys before going over to him. "Do you have a problem Hangman?" He asked as he got closer. Hangman rolled his eyes "No. And what's it to you Rooster?" He scoffed. "Well you're staring at my girlfriend like she is a meal, so I figured you had an issue. Do you? Or is that issue with me because I'm dating her? That she had my children? That she is the love of my life and I'm hers? Is it because you're not? That you broke her heart!?" He yelled. "Shut your mouth!" Hangman yelled "No! Because I'm not going to let you hurt her. You broke her before and now she is happy! You have no right to still love her!" Rooster said, getting close. "Back up Rooster!" Hangman warned "Or what? You'll hit me? Oh so scary Bagman" Bradley mocked. They both lunged at each other and everyone pulled them back, Maverick holding onto Bradley "He isn't worth it" Maverick told him. Bradley nodded and glared at Jake "Stay away from her and stop the staring. She's told me how uncomfortable you've been making her. She's too nice to say anything" he told him.

When he turned, he missed the heart broken look on Jake's face. All Jake could ever think now was what if he never hurt you and broke up with you? You were the sweetest person in his life, the way you used to blush nervously would warm him and make him feel protective. You always believed in him and encouraged him, no matter what anyone else said. Now he stared at you when you got out of the water and went to your twins, your body showing that you carried them. The marks showing a story he was never a part of and will never be a part of. His heart clenched painfully as he imagined you having had his children and loving them that way. Finally, he turned away, letting you have your happy life with Rooster.

You came back over, oblivious to anything that happened. Bradley fawned over you, telling you how amazing you looked and made you blush brightly and ducked your head shyly.

From then on, Hangman watched from afar as you and Rooster got married and then also watched from afar when you got pregnant with your next child which turned out to be twins again, a boy and girl.

From the moment he cheated on you, he knew he made the biggest mistake in his life.

#top gun: maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw imagines #pete 'maverick' mitchell #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #maverick #rooster x reader

[salchat]

Pop-up Angel - Chapter 1

“Why, Sammy?”

“Because it’s his birthday, Dean! And he wanted to!”

“You are such a pushover! Sugar's like rocket fuel to that kid.”

Jack zoomed past, his arms outstretched in airplane mode. Dean grabbed for the back of his Dino Ranch hoodie, but the little boy swerved and dived under the table, wriggling between the chair legs.

“Well, all I can say - apart from why the fuck, Sammy? - is it's a good thing you're freakishly tall, cause in a minute you're gonna be scraping him off the ceiling."

"Sorry, Dean."

"You should be."

His brother cleared his throat and played with his stupid hair and shuffled from foot to foot. Dean wasn’t going to let him off the hook, though.

"I got him this.”

Sammy held out a bulging, round package, wrapped in Spider Man paper. And he looked so much like that long-ago little brother, holding out a newspaper-wrapped gift he’d had to beg, borrow or steal to have something to give to his big brother, that actually, yes, Dean was going to let him off the hook.

“What is it?”

Sammy’s tight little mouth relaxed, twitching up at the corners. “It’s something for when we take Jack to the beach.”

A streak of blond hair and pattering feet zoomed between Dean and his brother. “Beach-a-beach-a-beach! Go to a-beach-a-beach-a beach…”

Jack tore down the stairs and disappeared down the corridor that led to the bedrooms. The slapping of his little feet and his sing-song voice echoed against the brick walls. "Go to the beach-beach-beach! And make sandcastles! And splash in the sea! Splash! Splash! Splash! And fly a kite! And have a picnic and -"

Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam.

Sam shrugged. "At least he's having a good time."

“Yeah, until he crashes." Dean yelled, "Hey, Jack-in-the-box! You gonna come open this?”

The little boy bounced up the steps and hurtled into him, wrapping little arms around Dean’s legs and squeezing, before breaking free and bouncing up and down. “Dad-Dean! Presents! Presents! Presents! Dadeeeen!”

When baby-Jack had first appeared in their lives, there’d been a long conversation over his tiny fluffy head about names. Dean had been going to be Daddy. Sam had decided on Pa. Castiel had chosen Pops. But Jack had ignored all of this and, when he had got through the babbling stage and onto actual words, had quickly made up his own names. Which were fine now, even though there’d been an awkward, but hilarious phase where Cas had been ‘Dad-ass.”

Sammy knelt down, his head bobbing as he tracked Jack's movements. “Jack, look. You can open it now.”

“Fank yooOOO, Daddy-SAM!” He bounced and spun and made a few karate-like moves in the direction of the gift. “Pow! Pow! Smash!”

Dean closed his eyes and let a long breath puff out his cheeks. “Jack? Can you cool it down a bit?”

“Smash! Smash! Pow!” He kick-boxed Sam’s knee. “Sorry, Daddy-Sam! Pow! Smash!”

Apparently no, he couldn’t cool it down.

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#supernatural #fanfic #little jack's birthday #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #a little bit of destiel #conclusion to be posted tomorrow

[theageofsims]

The Age of Sims 2.6 - Part 20 - “A Kid Like Noah”

Noah always had fun when he spent time living with his Aunt Kathy and his Uncle Nash. Their home was tucked away inside the forests of Brindleton Bay, but was still close enough to the beach -- and filled with a great deal of warmth Noah hardly knew anything about... at least long term.

His Aunt Kathy was doing her best to give him the life she gave to his dad Peter as well as taking into consideration that things needed to be altered in order to give Noah the proper care that he needed... and that forming a friendship with his mom Bella was very much needed for a number of reasons.

And at the very least, his dog Gizmo had so much room to live a dog's life as his Aunt and Uncle were dog lovers who had decided on dog breeding during their retirement.

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"Are ya ready for the plane ride, kid?"

"Uh huh! Airplanes go..." Noah said as he raised his arms and spun around.

Nash laughed, "You'll make a great military pilot one day."

Kathy heard her husband in the distance, but was too caught up in her thoughts about their trip to Oasis Springs.

"And how about seeing your Uncle Will?"

"Uncle Will -- toys!" He said before reaching for the robot toy that was in his pocket. "He buy me this."

"It's pretty cool."

"Coooooooool." Noah agreed.

"Come on, let's go make some sandwiches before we start packing. I'll race ya!"

"No racing without Gizmo!" Noah insisted.

"Where's that dog of yours anyway?" Nash asked while looking around, "Treat before sandwiches 'if' you find him first..."

Noah's eyes lit up as he took off running around, looking for his dog.

"I wish you wouldn't promise him things." Kathy said as she appeared and bent down to pick up the toy robot.

"You know we're the only ones who can do that for him." He said truthfully. "It's just candy and we've got that."

"You're going to let him win."

"I don't mind." He grinned. "Life's not all about winning and at my age, I could care less. Noah? He's just a kid -- let him enjoy the years."

She nodded, agreeing with him. "You know how you asked Noah if he's ready to see his Uncle Will?" Nash nodded, "Well -- I'm not."

He narrowed his eyes. "Has he upset you again about Peter?"

"No... I just know that when it comes to people in Noah's life, William probably has the more..." She searched for the right word, "Disciplined approach."

His stare deepened. "I was in the military, but I was always mellow with my family. Regardless, how disciplined can you be with a kid like Noah? He honestly doesn't understand things in the ways the average kid would."

"I know that."

"But William doesn't." Nash stated the truth. "He's going to have to face the facts... Noah's not getting any younger."

Kathy nodded, but didn't say anything more.

"FOUND HIM!!!!!!!!" Noah yelled from behind them.

#sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 story #the age of sims #the age of sims 2.6 part 20 #simblr #the sims

[shadowqueen402]

Hiya! How about a fic about Balan going on a pranking spree on the inhabitants?

Pfft! Okay! 😂

Jose watered his crops on his stage today. He was getting ready to plant strawberries on the farm of his stage after this. For Thanksgiving, Jose hoped to make it real plentiful.

He stopped when he heard the sound of rustling coming from one of his corn mazes. He turned around to see if anyone was there. Since Yuri came by his stage through the corn mazes, he wasn't too alarmed. "Yuri, are you there?" He called out.

But Yuri didn't respond. However, he took notice that…a scarecrow was standing in his fields. Odd, considering that he put it in the field of carrots. Shrugging this off as his mind playing tricks on him, he went back to doing what he was doing.

Then, Jose heard the rustle again. He turned around…and was face to face with a scarecrow that resembled Balan. He yelped back a bit as the 'scarecrow' started to laugh. "Balan!?" Jose cried. "I thought you were Yuri!"

Fiona relaxed peacefully on the beach of her stage. The sound of the waves splashing against the shore was really relaxing. She closed her eyes and began to relax. Little did she know that she was being watched.

With a water balloon in his hand, Balan watched Fiona from afar. A mischievous glint was in his eyes. Holding back a giggle, he drew an arm back and threw the water balloon right at Fiona's face.

Fiona yelped when she felt a water balloon make contact with her face. Water splashed onto her suit and in her hair. She coughed out some water. "What the!?" She exclaimed. "Did someone really just splash me?"

Yuri giggled as the caterpillars crawled on her hands. She had just finished feeding them their meals for today. She carefully scooped them up and placed them back into their cases.

"I should go visit Uncle Jose and see how he's doing," Yuri said. She turned around and started to make her way to Chapter 1.

But suddenly, Balan appeared out of the blue while wearing a bug mask. "ROAR!" He yelled. Yuri yelped and stumbled back, falling to the ground. Balan let out a hearty giggle. Yuri stood up, relieved that it was Balan. "Mr. Balan, was that a prank you did?" She asked, amusement replacing her earlier fear.

Haoyu lay on one of the hills of his stage and relaxed. After his visit to Fiona, relaxing was what he wanted to do. But before the bespectacled boy could close his eyes, something caught his interest. It was a…remote control airplane flying around in a circle above him.

"Huh?" Haoyu asked, eyeing at the remote control airplane. Suddenly, it zoomed close towards him. Haoyu ducked as the plane zoomed by. He stood up and saw that it was returning towards him. Next thing Haoyu knew, he found himself running away. From a toy that was chasing him.

Meanwhile, Balan giggled while he held the remote control in his hands.

Sana was on patrol as usual on her stage. This was something she always did everyday. She reached a certain point of her stage, making a mental note to visit Eis later on. After all, this was the only free time they had after patrolling their stages.

At some point, Sana heard the sound of rattling coming from one of the many treehouses. "Is someone there?" She asked, confused. Normally, the other Inhabitants didn't visit her at this time… With a shrug of her shoulders, she climbed up the rope ladder in order to investigate.

But when she went inside, a bunch of birds suddenly zoomed in on Sana for cuddles. Sana was taken aback by all of this. She took care not to fall as she held onto the rope ladder.

To her dismay, she saw Balan peek over with a cheeky grin. "Very funny, Balan," She said, pretending be unamused.

Cass smiled as she poured dry cat food into the little dish for her kitten, Daisy. Her kitten sat on one of the benches and mewed for her food. As she was pouring food, she didn't realize a certain behatted maestro placed a remote-control toy that was wind up down.

Cass suddenly heard her kitten hissing. She turned around and saw Daisy running around in fear. Then, she saw the toy chasing after her. "Who left this toy here?" Cass asked as she picked it up. "Sorry if it scared it, Daisy." She set the food dish down and let Daisy eat.

Cass yelped when she saw more wind-up toys approach her at medium speed. Daisy hissed before she jumped somewhere she would be safe. "Where are all these toys coming from?" Cass asked.

Cal had finished setting up the chess set. He had invited Lucy over to play chess with him. "Now, to wait for Lucy…" Cal said to himself. He began to make his way toward the exit of his stage. Little did he know that Balan was watching him with a glint in his eye.

Before Cal could take another step, he heard something coming from his chess set. Turning around, he looked to see the pieces were no longer in order. "Weird…" Cal said to himself. "I could have sworn that I had the pieces arranged…"

But as soon as he got to the chess set, a mixture of surprise and slight amusement formed on his face. "Oh, Balan…" He said. The chess pieces were now formed into the shape of a face with a tongue sticking out.

Iben stood by one of the buildings of her snowy stage. She just stared at one of the icy presents as though it interested her. But she was snapped out of her daze when she felt something cold hit her.

It was a snowball. She turned around and was instantly confused. Somehow, a snowman appeared in her stage. Odd, considering that she didn't remember putting it there. The 'snowman' threw another snowball at Iben, much to her shock.

"W-What—?" Iben couldn't finish her sentence as the 'snowman' now kept throwing snowballs at Iben. The blue-haired girl stifled a giggle at this, completely unaware that the 'snowman' was Balan.

Balan was in Attilio's stage and saw his clown suit. An idea filled his mind as he took the suit and swapped it with a 'special suit'. He giggled and left before Attilio could find him.

Attilio, ready for another round of entertaining people, put on his 'costume'. But as soon as he put it on, he was greeted by the flower that was on the suit squirting water into his face.

"What happened to my clown suit?" Attilio asked himself. The flower only responded by squirting him with water. Again.

Lucy hummed as she washed her hands. She had finished painting a vase with flowers in it and now had paint on her hands.

Balan noticed how distracted Lucy was and quietly flew in her stage. In a quick but quiet flash, he decorated the walls with paintings of him making silly faces. Then, he left before he could be spotted.

Lucy hummed as she made her back, having dried her hands. She gasped in shock when she saw the paintings. "Balan!" She cried.

Eis patrolled the city of his stage, making sure there weren't any fires. So far, everything was nice and tranquil as it should be. He was now looking forward to retiring for the day after his patrol was finished.

Balan peeked at Eis from a faraway corner. With a mischievous grin, he lit up a match, his prank for Eis in mind.

Eis's tranquil thoughts were interrupted by the sound of fireworks exploding in the sky. He was taken aback at this. "Fireworks!?" Eis exclaimed, utterly confused. But then, he saw that one firework said the following: I Eat Glitter!

Bruce walked around his stage, making sure that there wasn't any trash left on the ground. He had gone around, cleaning up his stage. Once he was sure that everything was cleaned, he would relax for good.

While he was walking, he noticed a tall figure standing far ahead. The figure seemed to facing something for some reason. Curious, Bruce walked up to the figure. "Are you lost, sir?" He asked.

But suddenly, Balan appeared of the suit he wore and shouted, "BOO!" Bruce yelped and stumbled back while the maestro laughed. Once the older man regained his balance, he shook his head while pretending to be unamused.

"Oh, Balan."

#balan wonderworld #fanfic #balan #jose gallard #fiona demetria #yuri brand #haoyu chang #sana hudson #cass milligan #cal suresh #iben bia #attilio caccini #lucy wong #eis glover #bruce stone

[mariaferero]

CIA in North Island (Part 1)

Bob Floyd x OC

A new team member joins for a big mission at Top Gun

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"Are these rules legit?" I chuckled, gesturing to the sign behind the bar with three rules. It read; 1) No hats. 2) No touching the dozens of model airplanes that hang from the ceiling. And 3) No cell phones on the bar.

"In fact, they are." The bartender chuckled, offering me a smile. "Haven't seen you around here, did you recently get relocated? The names Penny."

"I'm Lou, and I'm not a sailor." I murmured awkwardly. "I did, however, get sent here for work."

"Well, welcome. Can I offer you a drink on the house as a welcoming gift?" Penny smiled, reaching for a glass.

"A vodka lemonade would be great." I smiled back, making sure to slide my phone into my pocket, before I looked around at everyone else scattered throughout the bar. It was obvious this place was overrun with people on base here, but it was funny to see a mixture of both in-uniform and out-of-uniform people chatting and drinking around the place.

"Here you go, Lou." Penny declared, placing the glass in front of me.

"Thank you." I sighed, relieved to have something in my hand so at least I felt less awkward sitting here alone.

"The crowd making ya anxious?" She almost whispered, leaning on the counter in front of me.

"Just a bit." I laughed awkwardly. "Bars aren't as much fun when you're alone."

"Agreed. If you want, you could help me serve drinks, as long as you have a general idea of what the hell is going on." Penny tried to lessen my nerves.

"Alas, I have zero idea of what's going on. So I think I might just end up making more work for you." I laughed, tossing back a sip of my drink. "This is really good."

"What can I say? It's hard to mess up a vodka lemonade." She shrugged, whipping down the counter when some sailors approached. They ordered, and I continued to people watch as a large group of in-uniform sailors came in. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." Penny laughed, reaching for as many bear cups as she could.

"Always the charmer." One of the younger-looking guys chuckled, grabbing the first beer before making a beeline to the pool tables. He was quickly followed by two others after they chimed thank you to Penny.

"Maverick, this here is Lou. She's new around here." Penny said, sounding like a mother trying to help her daughter make friends.

"Lou, nice to meet you." The older-looking man smiled, offering me a hand, which I took.

"Maverick, you wouldn't happen to be Captain Mitchell, would you?" I murmured, the call name maverick ringing a bell from my briefing files for this job.

"In fact, I am. The Pete Mitchell." He nodded, taking a sip of his beer.

"I'm Agent Taylor. I'm working with your team at Top Gun." I explained, taking a sip of my own drink once I'd finished speaking. Having a drink always made me feel less like I was supposed to be filling airtime.

"Of course! We don't get many non-navy newbies around here." Maverick smiled. "Those goons I walked in with are the team you'll be advising if you want to go introduce yourself." He offered, turning his attention fully to Penny. Taking that as my cue to leave the two to themselves, I turned, watched the group laughing and playing together at the pool table, and decided against approaching the group. I would meet them tomorrow anyway. Instead, I put some money down, took my drink and made my way outside to the beach to watch the ocean. It was surprisingly quiet and peaceful outside considering how rowdy the bar was.

"Rooster if you start singing tonight, I swear I'll stab you with this cue!" One guy did yell from what I could understand. Nonetheless, someone inside started playing the piano and singing along.

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Straightening out my blouse and blazer one more time, I took a deep breath before entering an airplane hangar of North Island Air Station. There were a few rows of desks and a board taking over the space, the noise of planes filling the air from outside.

"For this mission, we have one of the head CIA agents who deal with this division of issue joining us to help explain the more specific details of the situation." Cyclone –I guess my coworker in this instance– announced his back to me and I approached from behind the board. "Don't traumatize them, please. Not everyone is ex-military, and thus not everyone knows how to handle the energy." His declaration was followed by a chorus of yessirs and head nods.

"Don't count her out before she even starts." Maverick chuckled, leaning against a desk, sending me a wink as he saw me over Cyclone's shoulder.

"She?" The man questioned, confusion lacing his voice.

"Yes, she. I met her last night." Maverick nodded.

"I thought it was a man..." Cyclone trailed off, awkwardly scratching his neck.

"I get that a lot." I laughed, making myself known. "Agent Taylor, nice to meet you all." I smiled, nodding towards the group of flight men.

"Of course, so sorry for the confusion, Agent Taylor." Cyclone tried to keep going, turning to me. "This is Captain Mitchell, though it seems the two of you have already met. He can introduce you to the rest of the team. I need to go deal with something." He quickly spewed out before nodding at me and practically running away.

"Impressive." Maverick chuckled, watching Cyclone's figure retreat. "I wish I could do that, get the man out of my hair more often."

"What can I say. Perks of being a CIA agent, you scare people, I guess." I laughed, shrugging, taking another deep breath before turning my full attention to the people scattered at desks. "What's everyone's call sign? I had a list, but I need to put names to faces."

"The name's Hangman, miss." The cocky blonde one from last night beamed, leaning back in his chair ever so slightly. I offered him a nod, moving my attention to the guy next to him. "Payback." "Fanboy." "Rooster." "Phoenix." "Coyote." "Bob." It took a fair amount of self-restraint not to chuckle at the last guy's callsign after everyone else's relatively 'cool' names.

"Wonderful!" I chimed, turning to Maverick. "I was informed that there would be more recruits."

"Initially, yes, but since this group did a mission a few months ago and now have experience together, we decided to keep the group small this time." The older man explained, pushing himself off the desk to come to stand next to me. I nodded, accepting the information more easily than I probably should have, considering this was not information shared with my supervisors. "Would you like to explain this situation?"

"Sure." I nodded, turning to the group, squaring my shoulders. "The CIA has been tracking a white supremacist group in northern Italy for some time now, and we have reason to believe they are collecting a stash of nuclear weapons. Luckily, they are kept on an island off the coast, just far enough from the coast of Italy and France that blowing them up is considered safe."

"That sounds simple enough, so why are we needed?" Hangman pipped up, earning an eye roll from Rooster behind him.

"You see, the issue is the island has a volcano that has recently become slightly less dormant. Some of my superiors want me to say it's active, but in all honesty, it is just active enough that it cannot be considered dormant anymore and just enough that if this mission is performed incorrectly, it will become legitimately active." I explained, crossing my arms over my chest. All recruits nodded along with understanding.

"Perfect. Well, this will work similarly to our uranium mission training. This time you will be flying MiG-25 Foxbat. The goal is to get in and out fast with accuracy. We will be sending two teams, just like last time, except I will not be joining, so Hangman, step it up and dial down the attitude. The practice planes are programmed with training info, and we will be flying demo runs asap." Maverick added, turning to me. "Is there anything I forgot?"

"If this goes wrong, you do not only have to worry about the volcano, but if the group gets their hands on you, it will not be pretty. They're known not to have boundaries or morals." I nodded, signaling that was all I had to say.

"Alright, let's get moving." Maverick declared, taking a step towards the door.

"What? No wager this time?" Rooster piped up, a smirk painting his face.

"Did you not learn your lesson last time?" The captain rolled his eyes. "Agent Taylor, in your opinion, what's a reasonable punishment for if they die in the simulation?"

"What was it last time?" I chuckled.

"Two hundred push-ups." Phoenix explained, leaning back in her chair, an annoyed expression taking over her face at the thought.

"How about one hundred pull-ups? That seem reasonable?" I suggested, honestly, with no idea if that made sense.

"Perfect. Agent Taylor, come with me; we will watch from the tower. The rest of you, get your asses into the planes." Maverick commanded, gesturing for me to follow him.

#bobfloyd #top gun maverick #topgun #robert #robert floyd #bob floyd #floyd #fanfic #fic #bob floyd fic

[scary-movies-on-netflix]

LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND (2023)

This movie starts with Julia Roberts packing up for an impromptu vacation to Long Island.  She looks at her husband, Ethan Hawke, and says, “I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE.”

The couple take their older teenage son and younger teenage daughter to the beach.  The daughter is trying to finish up the series “Friends,” but the cell phone signal is weak.  They’ve rented a nice house – not quite a mansion but still big and swanky, and they head out to the beach.  Except, a giant oil tanker runs aground on the shore!  They return home, where they find that they have no cell phone signal, and the internet is out, as well as the cable TV.  Uh oh!

That night, Mahershala Ali shows up at the door with his own daughter.  He says that he’s the actual owner of the house, there’s a blackout in New York City, and he’s returned home.  Naturlich, Julia Roberts is suspicious, but Ethan Hawke convinces her to let them stay in the basement bedroom.  As everyone goes back to bed, we get some hints that Mahershala Ali isn’t being quite upfront with the other family.

The next morning Julia Robert’s daughter wakes up early and sees a bunch of deer in the backyard.  Julia Roberts sees some news flashes on her phone about blackouts and hacking and the like.  Ethan Hawke attempts to drive into town to find more information, but he avoids picking up a Spanish-speaking woman and is then chased down by a drone dropping red pamphlets on him.  Julia Robert’s two kids go explore a shed and the boy teases the girl.  Mahershala Ali goes to check up on a neighbor and discovers that airplanes have been crashing onto the beach behind the house!  Shit!  ALSO, there is a huge piercing noise in the sky that hurts everyone’s heads.  Julia Roberts and Ethan Hawke attempt to drive to New Jersey, but the roads are blocked by hordes of hordes of self-driving Teslas, so they return to Mahershala Ali’s house.  That evening everyone is chilling out.  Julia Roberts and Mahershala Ali share a dance that was so bad I had to fast-forward to avoid the cringe.  Luckily, that’s interrupted by another huge piercing noise.  Yes, there’s a lot happening.  This is quite “The Happening” (2008), except maybe a little better.

The next morning Julia Robert’s son’s teeth fall out, and he looks like shit.  Julia Robert’s daughter is missing.  Mahershala Ali and Ethan Hawke decide to drive over to a neighbor because he might have some medicine, or something.  Julia Roberts and Mahershala Ali’s daughter go looking for Julia Robert’s daughter, and they yell at each other bit, before they are interrupted by a giant herd of deer.  The deer stare ominously at them, but they run off after the women yell at them.  They then see, in the distance, NYC being bombed.  Meanwhile, the men go visit Kevin Bacon, who tries to shove them off at gunpoint because he has to “take care of his own family.”  He posits that the noise in the sky is some kind of weapon, such as the one that was used to “attack” United States embassy staff in Cuba (but which really didn’t happen), and he points a gun at Mahershala Ali and Ethan Hawke and tells them to leave.   But, Kevin Bacon is still a liberal softie at heart because, in exchange for some money, he eventually gives over some medication.  Mahershala Ali then sits in his car and exposits to Ethan Hawke about nefarious plans to destroy America.

Finally, we follow Julia Robert’s daughter, who loves 90s TV and just wants to watch the fucking finale of “Friends.”  She wanders into a neighboring house and discovers a well-stocked doomsday bunker, which also has a collection of DVDs, including “Friends!”  (There’s also a screen showing news reports about the White House being attacked by rogue military elements.  Shit!)  The girl pops in a disc and we see her happy face glowing in the TV light.  The end.

So, I see that a lot of people complained about the “ambiguous” ending, but I don’t understand that at all.  I mean, the girl obviously found a doomsday bunker with food and electricity, and we know that Julia Roberts knows that she’s in the house somewhere.  The two families are going to bunk up there and be…ok, if not fine.  Who’s attacking the United States?  Does America deserve it?  (Probably, yes.)  Will the families survive and thrive?  (Probably, no, not entirely.)  Does it matter?  Not really.  This is just one story happening at that instant in time.  There are billions of stories with no resolution.  What happened to Mahershala Ali’s wife?  This is just life.  You’re going to walk down the street and pass by people with their own stories.  You’re never going to know how all those stories end, and that’s ok.

Anyway, sorry for the rant.  This fits into the genre of apocalyptic, the-world-is-ending movies, such as “The Happening” (2008), “Into the Forest” (2015), and maybe even “The Road” (2009).  The cinematography here was interesting, with some cool shots, such as an image of the earth as looking from the moon and the little American flag that some astronauts left a long time ago.  It didn’t fit into the story, except maybe to highlight the well-deserved doom of America, but I appreciated the effort.  The acting is fine.  I mean it’s Julia Roberts and Ethan Hawke and Mahershala Ali.  Overall, the movie just isn’t bleak enough for me.  Maybe if we could revisit the characters in a few years, we’d see how far they would really go to protect themselves.

#julia roberts #movie review #horror movie #mahershala ali #ethan hawke #2023 #apocalypse #meh #leave the world behind

[lolocakenbrains]

Traveling Solo Pt. 2

#5. If you travel outside of the country, be weary of using your debit card. There has been numerous issues with disputing transactions out of the country because of USD and other currencies being used in stores. I'll leave you and Google to do the extra reading, but I've read where something that was supposed to cost $25 in a souvenir shop ended up being $50 because of the currency difference, and numerous similar stories. If you can, carry cash to maintain your budget since that's your best bet depending on the country you're in, or plan your currency exchange for the best bang for your buck. Research what credit cards are good to use internationally in case this ever occurs. Also, I'll add to inform your banks/credit card companies that you are traveling to avoid inconveniences if your account is flagged. This hasn't happened to me despite the lack of preparation or knowledge in this area luckily, but the more you know for next time. #6. Get with your phone carrier in advance to avoid extra fees/charges if you're traveling internationally This is a big mistake I have made outside of the country, but luckily my phone carrier was quick and efficient at reversing those charges I was blissfully unaware of. Research and utilize the airplane mode option. Make sure your data roaming is turned off as well. Communicate with your phone carrier and look at packages for your international trip in advance!!! Yes, imagine me yelling that from a mountain. My phone was almost cut off while I was halfway through my semester right before exams, and again, basically by myself. I would use my phone to study on the beaches at port when it was inconvenient to take my laptop. It will save the stress of sudden phone cut off, additional fees, etc. This goes into section #1. Plan. Plan. PLAN!

#7. When booking flights, AGAIN, plan, plan, PLAN! I utilize the app Hopper, and I love it so much! I am using it to track prices for my next international trip to Greece. I typically use Kayak, but love how easy this app is to maneuver. I typically purchase airline tickets directly from the airline anymore for safety reasons, and the prices are often better that the third party apps. You have several options, compare them. Flights can get expensive if not planned accordingly. #8. Don't post your location until you leave your location! I have struggled with this. I wanted to post the beautiful black volcanic sands of St. Kitts & Nevis immediately, but technology leaves its' mark. It's not hard to figure out the information embedded in your photo, the photo you took yourself. Check your security and privacy on your accounts and your phone, and keep this in mind when wanting to post every detail in your current wonderstruck moment. A sad example is PnB Rock getting killed in a robbery that was linked back to his location posted on Instagram. Not insinuating any situation or tragic accident can end up as high status as that, but the possibility still exists that you can be tracked for any reason whatsoever. Protect yourself.



That is all the general planning tips I have off the top of my head for solo travel. I do have a "How to Pack as a Solo Traveler" post coming up next for fine print details, ESPECIALLY if you're traveling internationally that I wish I had when I started traveling as it is. If you have any questions or something I can add, I'm all ears. This is my passion and anything helps me too! I hope these are helpful and offer a different perspective on traveling, especially while on your own!

#adventure #travel #solo travel #nature #wanderlust #planning #vacation #destinations

[lowkeynando]

milk, sugar, whiskey. Chastity is not a cultural value. [7] They trade Brazil nuts, wood, and sorva (rubbery sap used in chewing gum) for soda-can pull-tabs, which are used for necklaces. [5] Men wear T-shirts and shorts that they get from traders; women sew their own plain cotton dresses. [5]

Their decoration is mostly necklaces, used primarily to ward off spirits. [6]:74 The concept of drawing is alien to them and when asked to draw a person, animal, tree, or river, the result is simple lines. [8] However, on seeing a novelty such as an airplane, a child may make a model of it, which may be soon discarded. [9] According to Everett, the Pirahã have no concept of a supreme spirit or god, [10] and they lost interest in Jesus when they discovered that Everett had never seen him. They require evidence based on personal experience for every claim made. [7] However, they do believe in spirits that can sometimes take on the shape of things in the environment. These spirits can be jaguars, trees, or other visible, tangible things including people. [6]:112,134-142 Everett reported one incident where the Pirahä said that

"Xigagai, one of the beings that lives above the clouds, was standing on a beach yelling at us, telling us that he would kill us if we go into the jungle." Everett and his daughter could see nothing and yet the Pirahã insisted that Xigagai was still on the beach. [6]:xvi-xvii - [x] JUNGLEWOODNETHERRACKNETHERWARTENCHANTMENTTABLECHORUSFLOWERREDSTONEREPEATERREDSTONECOMPARATORTRiPWiREHOOKCOMMANDBLOCKSTiCKYPiSTONALiENSSPECiESFAiRiESDEiTiESGODSCLOWNSROBOTSANDROiDSARTiFiCiALiNTELLiGENCESBRAiNSPOWERSiNTELLiGENCEQUOTiENTSWORMSTAPEWORMSTUBESTUMORSCANCERSHOSTSENTiTiESFUNGiSPARASiTESBACTERiASAMiCROORGANiSMSMUSHROOMSSURGERiESSCiENCESPHYSiCSWiTCHCRAFTSMAGiCSVOODOOSHOODOOSWiZARDSWARLOCKSCULTSSECRETSOCiETiSALTEREGOSiNNERDEMONSCROSSROADDEMONSMEDiCALTREATMENTS CLONES

[what-if-nct]

Jeno: Where are you?

Renjun: With Wayv.

Jeno: We have practice.

Renjun: Well I'm at Universal Studios so I can't make it.

Jeno: What? How did you get there?

Renjun: An airplane?

Jeno: No when did you leave?

Renjun: Last night.

Jeno: You flew to California with Wayv and told no one.

Renjun: I'm in Orlando. I told Jaemin.

Jaemin: *yelling into Renjun's phone. Is that Jeno? Hi Jeno!!

Jeno:That's where Jaemin is? He hasn't answered his phone.

Renjun: He followed me last night. I had no other choice and he dropped his phone at the beach this morning. Well were getting on a ride bye.

Jaemin: Bye Jeno!! We're going to Disney World Tomorrow!

Jeno: *pouts* I wanna go to Disney World.

#nct incorrect quotes #nct #nct incorrect texts #nct dream #renjun #huang renjun #jaemin #jeno #lee jeno #na jaemin #nct dream incorrect quotes #nct dream incorrect texts

[lindzaylove]

Home

i wrote a best friend!JJ x fem!reader where home is where the heart is.

Part One: Dancing by the Fire

Part Two: Boat Ride Confessions

Part Three: Lights Off

Part Four: Paper Airplanes

Part Five: Tennis

word count: 1.3k

trigger warnings: i took creative liberty with JJ's name

gif by @anakin-skywalker

you'd stopped crying sometime ago, but remained under the tree. the rain was coming down softly now, filling up puddles in the street a few feet away. you picked yourself up off the ground, mind still a bit hazy.

you were frustrated with JJ. he had no right to come accuse you of anything with Rafe. it was Rafe, for Christ's sake. having one good day with Rafe doesn't make him life partner material out of thin air. he was still terrible to your friends, and you knew about the kind of company he kept. you were never even looking at Rafe romantically. it was absurd even for you.

at least you told him you love him. like it matters anymore. your mom will hear about the incident at the country club and kick you out, so you'll have to go live somewhere else. you don't think you could live without your mom. she wasn't a perfect mother, but she did care and want what she thought was best for you. if you had to live somewhere, you don't think it could be either at the chateau or the Cameron's despite being welcome at both. too much anger resided in you to see JJ every day all day after that, but you also couldn't run to the Cameron's to rub in his face.

perhaps you could live on the beach, you thought to yourself as you sat in the wet sand. you pulled your shoes off and sniffled, the rain fading out by now. the sand between your toes was comforting. you'd honestly forgotten how nice it was to just be on the beach. the Outer Banks was truly a forever type of home for you.

"hey," you heard, making you turn around fast. it was Rafe, hands up as if you would shoot him on sight. you calmed slightly, flattening your skirt on your legs.

"hi," you mumbled. you were embarrassed to see him, and ever so slightly angry that he wasn't JJ. JJ had caused a huge scene and that could get Rafe in a lot of trouble from his dad.

he'd mentioned how hard Ward was on him. as far as you knew it never went beyond a verbal altercation, but that didn't make it hurt less. for your father to tell you you aren't good enough, and then watch him dote on your little sister? it may be a worse pain than him being states away in prison.

"i'm sorry about what happened earlier," Rafe sat beside you, shoulders brushing slightly. "i didn't know he was working, or I wouldn't have offered to help."

"why are you apologizing?" you turned to look at him. "you didn't even do anything wrong Rafe."

"thank you," he smiled at you, leaning his arms on his knees. "i'm glad we're friends."

"i'm friends with this Rafe," you laid your head on his shoulder, eyes back on the ocean. "i don't want the Rafe on coke or the Rafe that beats up my friends."

"i don't want him either," he sighs. you two sit in silence for a while. you were always going to want this Rafe, you realized. he was a good friend. he listened well. he gave solid advice. you just knew there was no stability there. the need for another line would come, and your friends would make a snarky comment to set him off. it didn't excuse anything, no one deserved the kind of hell that came with an angry Rafe, but it made it seem like maybe one day you two could come back to this. to laughing in the rain and whispering about your feelings.

"what happened after i left?" you finally asked. he paused for a moment before shifting and wrapping his arm around you.

"JJ watched you run out the door. i told him he really fucked up, and he yelled that he knew that already. Topper was there with his mom, he came over to see what was going on. one of the managers collected the glass and ice and JJ, taking him to the back. i went home and showered, then went around looking for you."

"that's all he said?" you bit your lip.

"for the record, i'm sure he has feelings too," Rafe rubbed your arm. "why else would he get jealous?"

"you're you, Rafe. he'd get angry if he saw you with me right now."

"is it really just me, or is it any boy?" Rafe pondered for you, letting you mull it over in your head. he was good at giving you space to think and feel.

"you drove, right?" you looked up at him. he pulled his arm off of you and stood up, dusting the sand off of his shorts. he helped you stand then, grabbing your shoes for you.

"i don't actually know where he lives," Rafe admitted on the walk to his car.

"he stays with John B.," you told him, remembering the times Rafe had come to beat up the boys after they'd out ran him.

"it's a good thing i'll know where you are gonna be from now on," Rafe laughed. "someone's gotta drive you around."

"i can drive!" you exclaimed, pushing him. "i just can't afford four cars, Mr. Cameron."

"look like a Kook, act like a Kook," Rafe continued to laugh. "must be a Kook!"

"i think i like being called Sarah's charity case more," you teased, watching him gasp dramatically.

"you don't," he feigned hurt, stopping at his car.

"i'm sorry Rafe, but i do," you shook your head, both of you in the midst of a bit of laughter. when you opened up his passenger door, your things were on the seat - including the racket and some other tennis clothes of Sarah's. "Rafe, i-"

"hey, if someone has to be your personal assistant, it might as well be your best friend," he just smiled, starting the car.

a best friend....a best friend that didn't complicate feelings, or make you want to cry, or not let you speak. you were glad he seemed so comfortable in the friend zone, to know that your heart was with another blonde, that that line could never ever be blurred on either part.

"you really are the best, Rafe," you told him, pulling your things on your lap and letting him take you to the chateau.

as you pulled up, you noticed all your friends sharing a round of drinks while music played. Pope and Kie were talking, John B. and Sarah were cuddled up next to each other. JJ was staring right at you through the windshield, blunt hanging from his lips and beer in hand. all anger you felt at him fell away.

"i put my number in your phone, if you need me," Rafe said as you opened the door. you paused, and he continued, "your passcode is your birthday."

"thank you, for everything," you smiled at him, finally getting out. you made your walk to the group in silence, though they had all noticed your arrival and were aware of who dropped you off. JJ stood, blunt being passed around and beer forgotten in the dirt. your things were pressed against your chest, but they all fell out of your grip as JJ's body slammed into yours.

his arms were wrapped around you tightly. it felt as though he believed you would run away again, like you'd turn and go back once his hands touched your skin. you squeezed your arms around his waist, pulling him as close as possible.

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry," he kept mumbling, his grip never faltering.

"i know, honey," you told him, breathing in his scent. oh how one day apart absolutely did wonders for the heart. your words from earlier in the day rang in your head and with each second they grew more and more true.

you were in love with John Jonas Maybank.

he pulled away from you then and held your head in his hands. he wiped his thumbs over your cheeks and you waited. waited for the words to fall from his lips and confirm what you know.

they don't.

"you came back," he says instead.

"i told you J," you smile. "i'll always come home to you."

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