#he went to see Miles again 😁

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#09/02/2024 #miles kane #London #night one #mrsecretdoor #he went to see Miles again 😁 #Miles Miles Miles fucking Kane chant #oh do I love the group pic #beaming Miles in a sea of his adoring fans #Lewis went on Friday; Tom and Jay on Saturday all his Bezzies came to watch him 🫶🏽

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"You can't keep pretending it didn't happen, cause guess what? it did!" prompt w/ ethan please 😁🙏

Stop Lying

Ethan Landry x Reader |m.list

summary: going to a frat party to celebrate surviving finals end up turning into a night of things you would never forget.

warnings: drinking, drugs (weed), cursing, kissing, fluff, angst,

word count: 2.8k

did not proofread.

I never know how to end stories.

It was the end of the second term. Your first year was basically over, you just had another ten weeks, and the summer was here. So, to celebrate you and the group thought it would be a good idea to go to one of the frat parties. Everyone was down to go except you and Ethan, who have been known as the nerds in the group.

You love school but you also love to party. You tell yourself that you only party during the summer, once school starts you have to "lock in" as Chad liked to call it. But after these last finals you thought that one party won't hurt.

It was already about eight pm when Chad and Ethan came walking into Tara's apartment. Sam was out with Danny, and Mindy and Anika were just going to pre-game with you guys and stay home. So, in the end it was only you Tara, Chad, and Ethan.

Ethan wasn't much of a drinker, so he didn't drink much before the party. You and Tara took about two shots. Chad had also decided to wait till the party just in case.

As the boys were waiting in the living room for you two Tara giggled to herself as she pulled out her makeup. "You know Ethan likes you right?" she set her bag on the desk opened it and reached for her eyeliner. You told her earlier that day that she could do whatever she'd like for your makeup.

"No, he doesn't, trust me he just sees me as a friend." you lightly shook your head as she reached for your chin to hold your face while she put on the eyeliner.

After about hour you guys were finally ready, the boys had also changed. Ethan was just in some slasher t-shirt and jeans while Chad was in a football hoodie.

Chad was the first to speak when he saw you both. "Whoa my god you two look stunning" he smiled at you while he leaned down to kiss Tara on the cheek. Ethan stood there looking at you like a fool. You didn't see how his mouth hung slightly open, and you definitely couldn't see how his hands were sweating.

"Yeah you- you guys look great." as he stumbled over his words Tara eyed him and watched how his eyes never left you.

"Well let's get going" Chad grabbed Tara's hand and made their way to the door, as you and Ethan followed them.

-

As you entered the house, a wave of alcohol and weed flooded your nose. You could already feel your hangover before you even drank. Tara grabbed your hand, dragging you to the kitchen. The boys followed close behind, you could hear their voices lightly, hearing both your name and Tara's.

Chad broke away from the three of you as he went to catch up with his frat friends. Tara also ended up leaving both you and Ethan. You stood in the corner with the shy boy, your drink, half empty. Looking over, you saw his was still full. "Come one, Ethan, let loose. You finished your finals. " You leaned into him so he could hear you, your breath tickling his ear. The light smell of gum and alcohol lingered on your breath.

"I just don't think I like drinking around these many people." he looked around and saw people dancing, drinking, smoking, all of the things you could imagine. You noticed the nervous look on his face, how he picked at the ring that hugged his middle finger.

You decided to lace your fingers with his empty hand, leaning in again. You said, "Well, we can go outside, get fresh air, and be alone?" Your voice was reassuring to him. He could feel his heartbeat traveling a million miles faster than before. Not trusting his voice, he just nodded.

As he followed close behind you, he could hear the party getting smaller. Realizing he was in the backyard with you, very few were out here. Just a few people here and there, mainly smoking and or making out.

As you sat down in the grass, you let go of Ethan's hand. Part of him wished for it back. It was comforting, as he sat down next to you he saw you were watching him. "What?" He felt his cheeks warm up. He felt his stomach flutter as you smiled at him.

"Nothing, just admiring you." You smiled and then looked away once you realized what you said. Trying to cover yourself, you quickly asked him a question, "So how do you think you did on the finals?"

His eyes met yours, his lips turned up as he saw the soft smirk on your face. "I think I did pretty good, I'm not doubting myself, but I'm also not puffing my chest out." You light laughed at his comment.

"What about you? How did you do?" He took a sip of his drink forgetting its alcohol, a sour look took his face as he spit it back in the cup.

You couldn't help but laugh as he tried to brush the taste off tongue. "It was fine," breaking every few words with your laugh. "I um- I don't think I passed them all, but I tried, so that's all that matters" taking the last sip of your drink.

The sour and burning sensation ran down your throat. "I'm sure you did great. You always do. " he looked down at you with a soft smile. You could never get over that smile. And how brown his eyes were, but in the night light, they looked black, and even then, you could still feel the warmth of them.

Setting your cup on the ground caused goosebumps to trail your body, making you shiver. "Are you cold?" Ethan watched you as you ran your arms up and down your legs.

"Ha no," he could see through you. Without thinking about he moved closer, wrapping his arm around your body.

Your body went stiff just for a moment, but once you felt him against you, it was like you melted. It felt so perfect.

As you sat there, you could feel him staring at you. Taking your head off his shoulder, you looked up, "can I help you? Your voice was soft and airy, not wanting to sound aggressive.

"Nothing, I just like looking." he looked between both your eyes, and then your lips.

"There's nothing much to look at," your tone changed duller than before, as if you were doubting him.

"That's not true," his other hand put his drink down then went to your cheek. He pushed a piece of hair out of the way, then rested him thumb on your cheek.

Part of you was living every moment of this, and the other was begging to leave. You watched his eyes as they looked at your again, then your lips. As you looked in his eyes, you saw what he wanted, the question in his eyes begging.

You couldn't deny it. You were begging as well, your eyes saying the same thing back to him, and without realizing it, your head shook up and down.

All he needed was that nod. Leaning in, you leaned in as well, your lips meeting. He was shy, not moving his lips of a moment. And it's like it clicked. Slowly, they moved, and as yours moved with his, he grew confident.

His hand cupping your face as yours goes to his hair. Those brown curly you loved so much, it's everything you ever wanted. The kiss started to get heated as you felt both yours and his breath hitch, your fingers softly pulling his curls, causing a groan to escape from his mouth.

The burning sensation in your lungs, begging for air. You didn't want to pull away, but you had to. Slowly, you dropped your hand, Ethan understood what you were doing so slowly his slowed his lips, still breaking the kiss but peppering your lips.

And as he opened his eyes, a voice rang through the backyard. "Ethan! Oh, shit there you're. " Without thinking, he jumped away from you, standing up as he heard his name.

Chad stood by the back door, drunk out of his mind. Tara behind him as he tried to get his roommates attention.

"A little help here?!" Tara's voice sounded raspy and distressed. Before you could process anything that just happened, you ran to help her.

"I think it's time to go." Tara herself was stumbling. Ethan took Chad as you helped Tara. You made your way to the car slowly but surely. Getting the couple into the car and getting them comfortable a job.

Chad kept wanting to run away, Tara just sat there, making fun of Chad. As Ethan decided he should drive, you sat in the back with the others to make sure they tried anything stupid.

Which left you unavailable to talk to Ethan about what had happened. Your thoughts swimming with questions wondering why he was so quick to leave, was he embarrassed? Did he not want to be seen with me?

And before you knew it, the night got away from you both. Taking care of Tara and Chad left you both exhausted, and then after you avoided him.

For a week, you didn't go over. You didn't see the group or anything. Ethan was confused because he thought the kiss was good, but as another week went by, he became angry. He didn't understand why, maybe it was at himself or you, but he hated that he could be mad at you.

You now just felt mad, not at yourself but at Ethan. Why make such a move then go and leave you like that? It caused you so much pain, everyone could see that. Everyone knew something was up, with both you and Ethan. You disappeared, and now all of a sudden, he's letting Chad pick the horror movies.

Something happened at that party, and they were both determined to figure it out. Tara went to your apartment to ask you questions, and without saying anything you told her everything, as did Ethan to Chad.

They both knew they needed to get you guys in the same room to talk it over, but how?

They had decided to lie to you and Ethan, Tara had told you Ethan was busy studying so he wouldn't be at the hangout tonight. And Chad had told Ethan that you were picking up an extra shift which made him sad rather than relieved.

As everyone started to show up, Ethan sat on the couch minding his business when he heard the door open. "Ahh, there she is!" Mindy's voice rang through the apartment, she was the first one to see you walk in.

As you said you said hello to everyone you noticed brown curly hair, Ethan had gotten up when he realized you were here. His heartbeat racing like it did that night.

Your face dropped its expression when your eyes locked with his, your heart screaming at him, the nervous sweat taking over your body. Your eyes glanced at Tara; she held a soft 'sorry' smile.

"Hey, Y/n" his voice was soft and light. Everyone had already moved on seeing the tension between you and him.

"Hey, Ethan" You didn't want to sound too mean, but you couldn't help the harsh tone in your voice.

"I was wondering if we could talk for a moment?" his hand came to rest under your arm. His eyes had a begging light to them.

"You know uh, Ethan maybe not right now. There's nothing to really talk about" As you spoke you could feel the tension grow thicker, your body wince as you saw the look in his eyes.

Ethan felt his heart shatter as you spoke, how your voice was cold.

"What do you mean? I haven't seen you in two weeks, since the party and I just wanted-" he was rushing through his words, scared as to what you were going to say.

"Ethan, look there's nothing to talk about. At least not right now, I just want to hang out with our friends" You dropped your arm from his hand, turning your body you made your way to the living room with the others.

Ethan stood there in anger; he didn't understand why you were acting like this. All he wanted was to tell you how he felt and how that night at the party changed him. All he wanted was to be with you, to have you in his arms again.

He watched you sit right next to Mindy and Anika which was the last straw. He walked over to you, hovering over you as you talked to Mindy, leaning down he grabbed your hand pulling you up.

"Ethan what the fuck" Everyone noticed his actions; Anika was about to stop him when she felt Mindy's hand on her leg.

"Shut up." his voice was harsh and angry. As he pulled you up to your feet, he then dragged you to the closest room.

The others just sat there watching you two run into the room. the door slammed, making an echo through the apartment. Giving each other all a look, they then hit play on the movie and turned up the volume.

"Jesus Ethan, what the fuck is your problem?" you ripped your hand from his grasp.

"What's my problem? mine? What's yours? we kissed at that party, and now you can't even stand to be around me. I don't understand. " His voice was rising, and all the emotions he was feeling were coming out.

"Look, Ethan, we were drinking -" your hand dragged over your face as you tried to come up with different excuses.

"That's bullshit! Y/n, you weren't even drunk! I wasn't even drunk!" He was throwing his hands around as he yelled.

"Ethan it's- I don't know what you want me to say!"

"I want to stop pretending like it didn't happen! Because guess what it did! And I don't know if it meant anything to you, but it meant everything to me! Y/n I love you, and I have for a while, and seeing you avoid me like this hurts me, " he stood next to you as close as he could. His voice trembled as he realized he confessed to you.

"Then why did you stand up like that? Why did you leave me so quickly when Chad came outside? If anything, Ethan, you hurt me! And fuck, it was everything to me but when you got up and rushed away I was worried it was all in my head!" Your voice was loud at the beginning, but then soften once you processed that Ethan had said he loved you.

He could help but bite his lip as he heard your words. His heart hurt as he realized he hurt you. Walking close to you, he looked between your eyes, taking a deep breath. As softly as possible, he spoke, "I didn't mean to hurt you. That's the last thing I want. And what I want is for you to talk to me because Jesus y/n you have me wrapped around your finger"

You smiled at his words, creating a little pain in your cheeks as they hurt from the smile, but it was all worth it.

You couldn't express what was going through your mind, but there was one thing that you knew you coukd do, and that was to kiss him.

Grabbing his shirt, you pulled him down to you, and your lips met his. All those emotions from the other night ran through your body again. The feeling of his dry yet soft lips drove you insane, Ethan didn't waste a second. His hand flew to your cheek, cupping your face. Slow, moving down to hold your throat, his other hand went to you wasit to pull your body flush against his.

Your other hand that wasn't tangled into his shirt was face slowly running to his hair. Your lungs burnt in the best way.

Breaking away, you looked at him, your eyes pleading a little. "I'm sorry. For ignoring you and not telling you how I felt, " your eyes trailed down to the floor, not wanting to face him fully.

His hand ducked under your chin, pulling your face up. "I don't want you to be sorry, ever." With that, he leaned down again, kissing you softly.

#jack champion #ethan landry #scream vi #jack champion x reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #spider avatar #jack champion imagine #ethan landry smut #ghost face x reader #avatar spider #spiderman ethan landry #jack champion is all i think about #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water

[toska-writes]

Clone commandos request if possible. 😁 Could you do delta squad. where on a mission they get captured along with the Padawan, and get protective when they try to separate them or interrogate them.

So i thought about writing a fic based on todays bad batch episode (but I need to get some of the requests done- if you wanna request some Wolffe *wink wink* that’s ok)

“Got your back”

Summary: a mission goes south with the delta squad but they have your back

Paring: The delta Squad/ republic commandos x padawan!reader (PLATONIC OFC)

Warning: slight mentions of injury and imprisonment nothing too bad… the most scary- not proofread

Word count: 1688

Notes: Delta Squad fics are not my “most popular” but ones I always do so much for and I don’t know why

Also I swear to god someone asked to join the Taglist but I can’t remember nor find it so let me know!

"Can you focus for one second Scorch? EVER?" Fixed screamed through the comms, you could see his tense movements from a mile away as the squad ducked once again behind a wall.

Boss could only nod this head, he quickly spun around from where you, Sev and him were hiding to shoot an incoming droid.

"Sorry Scorch I can't defend you this time it's not looking good." You spoke between gasp of your own breath, the adrenaline from the long hours fighting wearing on you and the whole group.

Sev leaned heavily on Fixer from where you could see him, though Scorch as of now was doing a good job covering them.

"Boss," You yelled over the hiss of a smoke bomb going off- the contents of which were going in your eyes and making you cough. "I'm all out of ideas here."

The comando spared you a glance for a second, you feared what his face would have looked like if his helmet was discarded.

Boss looked down at the padawan for a moment. A thin cut ran along their cheek way too close to their eye for Boss’s comfort. He watched their head whip around looking through the fog desperately before a huge bang went off.

After a moment of slight ringing Boss felt the bump of another person against his side. The padawan looked around frantically for the force of the bomb before looking up to the comando.

In a more solemn voice they asked. “Boss what are we gonna do?”

Boss thought about their options then. Backed into the corner of what should have been an abandoned outpost, on of their men injured and the rest ready to collapse from exhaustion. He as a leader thought he was better than this but Boss felt as if he walked his squad right into this trap.

“The missions easy enough for us.” Boss had said only hours before. A knot sat in his stomach but the team needed an easy mission, a break from their last fiasco with the bugs.

He’s never been more wrong in his life.

While he was lost in thought, Boss nearly missed Scorch sliding up next to their leader, his panicked voice tried to fill Boss’s ears.

For a moment the other comando didn’t realize the trooper in yellow was talking until Scorch made a shhh gesture with his hand.

That’s when you noticed it too, the complete lack of noise. No more clanker chatter or blaster bullets from each side. Just the low hiss of the fog that didn’t seem to die down.

You opened your mouth to say something before the unmistakable scraping of metals filled your ears.

“Rollies! get down!” Scorch shouted pulling you and Boss to the floor with him. About 5 Droidekas emerged from the smoke…. Lucky you guys.

“Scorch handle them.” Boss yelled using his hands to signal something at Fixer and Sev at the speed of light. His gruff tone scratched your ears but you all seemed pretty fed up at the situation.

Blaster bullets were blocked by your lightsaber left and right until the next words made your heart drop all together. “Out of hand grenades sir.” Scorch ripped his blaster out now but the shields were too strong on the droids.

“Down the hall!” Fixer yelled as both He and Sev passed the 3 of you, a way out hopefully planned.

You felt them before you saw them, you tried skidding to a stop before turning into the next hall as a hand shot out to grab Boss.

“Shit.” Was the only thing you could say, before they could question what you meant a group of comando droids emerged with guns drawn.

“You’ve got to be joking me.” Sev rasped out, his arm shook while he tried to lift his blaster up and fire. The tiredness leaked off of him though you were sure it did for everyone.

A ring of blue light hit the wall behind you. It didn’t make sense though, comando droids weren’t the type to show mercy.

Your lightsaber flashed along the darkened walls trying to keep the nimble droids away, why couldn’t the separatists just send the normal clankers.

Once again the hall was engulfed in a think smoke. You heard more blasters going off but you feared you were getting more and more disoriented. After a moment you heard a sickening thunk next to you and you assumed the worst.

In the blink of an eye you felt the blast hit its mark and half your body go limp. Unlike the bulking clones you were with it only took about 2 hits before you were out.

•✩•

Boss was the first one to awaken. His head bobbed around and his eyes fluttered open. Boss reached his hand up only to finally realize that his armor was gone.

He laid there for a moment, confusion laced his face. What had happened to him? To them….

In a split second Boss shot up to a sitting position , which his head greatly protested, and looked for the rest of his squad.

Relief was one of the best things in the galaxy in this moment. In the dim light of the ray shield keeping them in Boss could count the 3 other comandos and the form of their padawan knocked out next to Scorch.

Sev still looked bad as now Boss could get the full view of his gash along his side- the blacks on all of the men seemed to be tattered.

Boss observed their surroundings for a moment before giving a light tap to Fixer on the foot. When that didn’t work the first time a much hard kick was implemented.

Fixer gasped awake along with Scorch after a “friendly” tap from the clone comando.

I didn’t take Scorch long before he leaned back against the wall and groaned, clearly he knew the situation at hand.

Boss could only stare for another second at Sev, guilt rummaged through his insides as he helped his injured brother up ultimately waking him as well. This was his fault and Boss couldn’t shake that.

“Fixer start working on those bindings.” Boss ordered unable to keep his gaze on the unconscious padawan. Clearly to the eyes of their captors the Jedi was the bigger threat.

Sev hissed for a moment now finding a new brother to lean on.

You came to with the feeling of someone’s exposed hands brushing against your arms. The pounding in your head was present but the blanket of confusion was much scarier.

“Thanks for joinin’ us.” The unmistakable voice of scorch chimed in. Your eyes strained against the darkness but you could tell what the problem was.

The cool metal hurt your wrists as Fixer fiddled with them muttering a small apology every once in a while.

Boss’ low voice filled the cell, plans of just how they would get out to fight another day. Your eyes scanned the worrisome group.

Scorch sat fidgeting with his hands trying desperately to listen but you could see the worry in his eyes as clear as day.

Fixer sat in front of you cursing and apologizing but he just couldn’t seem to do anything useful without his tools and data pad.

Sev’s eyes closed everyone once in a while and you could see the fight to remain in the moment, though his scowl never seemed to be wiped off.

And finally Boss. His voice was level and low just like the countless other times you heard him give directions, however this time was different. He knew this wasn’t in their favor and he was worried beyond belief.

Someone had to stay strong for them all.

Your heartbeat beat out of your chest, a dull throb started in your temples the feeling seemed vaguely familiar.

“I think someone’s coming.” For the first time you were unsure in the force. Fixer faltered for a moment before meeting your eyes. “It’s probably these. Messing with you.” He shook the bindings.

Though to your surprise, and relief in a way, someone did make their way down the hall. Boss spoke out quickly as you averted your gaze, sweat started to form on your brow.

“We need a medic.” It was hard to call it pleading despite where Boss said it from his position on the floor, but it was definitely more of a demand.

2 masked figures approached though they seemed to ignore Boss all together.

“We need the Jedi.” The cool voice stated only once.

Everyone seemed to freeze for a moment unsure about which group would make the first move.

“Get up.” Was demanded at you and you glanced around meeting Boss’ eyes for only a moment before you gripped onto the sleeve of Fixer.

The ray shield was down now and the larger figure stepped in. “I’m not asking again”

“Like kriff they’re going with you.” Scorch stood in front of you now. His full height filled up their line of sight.

“Move clone.” For a second Scorch was pushed back that was until Boss stood as well and shoved their captor away from his brother.

Before the other could react with their blaster Scorch was all over them. Fixer taking the hint that their time was now scrambled to get their other brother still on the floor.

Your eyes were blown wide with the loud alarm that was set off. You felt someone grab your arm as you were still in a little daze.

“I hope you didn’t think we were really gonna let them take ya.” Scorch said as the group rushed down the halls.

You thought about that for a moment, had there truly been something to worry about while you were surrounded but the Delta Squad, your brothers?

A smile broke out of your face and Scorch seemed to get your reply.

“I hope you know.” Scorch called over his shoulder. “You’re never picking the missions by yourself again Boss.”

An angry yell was heard from somewhere behind you replacing the fear in your body with a laugh. “You were the one to pick the bug mission Scorch!”

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[inthememetime]

There are plenty of posts where Justice League and Constantine sees Danny's Ghost King Form in all of its Eldritchy glory, from on being Lightning Based to one being compared to an event horizon, as he takes down the ghost that was giving the League problems and it basically freaks them out.

So when I stumbled upon this picture

I knew that this could be an excellent form worthy of a King if it was tweaked to fit Danny with ghostly elements, and maybe ice themes sprinkled with something Space related.

Like Vortex or Undergrowth is giving the League trouble, then this thing straight out of the Old Testament shows up, takes down the Ghost, and turns back to Danny who didn't know he just melted the League's brains.

Or, maybe during The Legion of Doom / The Light tries to summon the Ghost King for power/ take over the world, and Danny comes along looking like that and scares everyone there shitless.

How do you think that will go down?

I have had this in my drafts for So Very Long... Im sorry!!!

Holy *^$π, Batman!™

I LOVE the image, and 100% agree, it's an awesome base to work off with Danny.

I think it would be hilarious. Matter of fact, I wrote a fic about it. 😁 If you have an AO3, let me know and I'll gift it to you.

Ao3 here

Be Not Afraid- or Whatever

Summary: The weather god- though Constantine swore it was 'just' a ghost- had pinned down the entire Justice League. While they'd managed to trap Vortex in a two square mile area and evacuate civilians, and even arrested the cult responsible, they in turn were trapped in a small warehouse, protected only by the blood blossom spray and salt circle Constantine made.

With no way to fight it, they had only one choice: summon another ghost. Enter Ghost King Danny Phantom, stage right.

    Rain, wind, and hail pounded heavily against the metal roof and walls of the tiny back office of a warehouse. 

    Earlier today- just this morning, in fact- it had been a bright and warm summer day. The Flash flinched as a piece of hail broke through a window. Constantine didn't flinch, intent on his task. Superman was still unconscious, Batman picking out shards of kryptonite from a bullet that had hit its mark too well. 

    It was silent but for the occasional pained gasp from their Kryptonian friend, and Constantine's low mutters in what sounded like Ancient Latin to Barry's untrained ears. 

    Thunder roared, and the single lightbulb went out. Wordlessly, Batman cracked a pair of glowsticks, passing one to him so he could hold it up for Constantine. Clark groaned quietly. 

    A cult of summoners swearing fealty to Vortex, Lord of Storms, seemed easy enough to stop; Batman made the plan and coordinated with everyone. He and Superman rescued hostages and dock workers alike as Batman and Constantine took down the cult. 

    It was supposed to be easy. Simple. It was anything but. 

    The smell of the weird floral spray Constantine used- Blood Blossoms, the magic user had said- was beginning to fade. A drop of sweat fell down Constantine's face. His lips were pressed tight, white against the odd pallor of his face. 

    "John," Barry whispered, "how much longer?"

    Another window broke. Batman swore quietly. "Good news is, we've got the blood sacrifice ready," he joked under his breath. He winced then, and pressed his hand against the bandage on his arm. 

    It had bled through again, but the others were needed for Clark. In a rare event, the alien was the most injured on the team. 

    The cultists had purchased bullets laced with kryptonite from somewhere, which didn't hurt Constantine any more than a regular one. The same couldn't be said for Clark. 

    The magic-user hesitated until water started to bubble underneath the door, threatening the complicated circle of chalk and blood. He spoke, and this time it wasn't in Latin. Barry couldn't recognize it. 

    The temperature began to drop further while the air around the man began to shimmer, almost. Ozone gathered in the air, and the darkness increased until he couldn't see anything. Even the glowstick was a pinprick of light so tiny he couldn't be sure it was real. 

    A low rumble sounded and a radioactive green pool started to open. One massive clawed hand grabbed the edge. Constantine's voice cracked- but didn't stop. Another hand pulled out, and another, folowed by one more. 

    They were white as snow up to the wrists. One massive wing shot up, far too big for the office, followed by another, both black as night and covered with starry patterns. The next thing Barry made out was a crown of twisted black iron and glittering jewels, wreathed in green flame, atop two large horns, blue like sea ice. 

    The figure continued to rise as John spoke, revealing a second, then third set of wings and a mane of white hair which flowed in a wind he couldn't feel. Four sets of eyes opened, some solid green and glowing, some pitch black, some solid white, and the last a myriad of colors. 

    The thing's face was almost tan, almost the color of mortal flesh, but green scars like lightning bolts marred it. A thud alerted him of one massive foot, then another, both white and clawed. 

    The rest of its body except a shining white D was black as the void. When it opened its mouth, he had to look away, unsure if he feared or loved it, found it beautiful or terrifying. 

    Abruptly, the light from the sticks was back. He didn't dare look at Clark or Batman to see how they were doing; every instinct said he was in front of a predator, and showing the weak of the herd would be a death sentence. 

    Finally, Constantine fell silent. 

    "What's up? Kind of a weird place for a summons, you know," it said, and Barry swallowed. It sounded like a child, an old man, a windstorm, the shriek of a blizzard, the thunder of roaring waves all at once. 

    "I have summoned you, King of Ghosts, to take your servant back to your realm," Constantine managed, voice only wavering a little. 

    It leaned forward. "And the price?"

    The thing sounded almost teasing. Amused. 

    "What would you ask of us?"

    "Autographs," it immediately said. "From Martian Manhunter, Superman, Cyborg, and Wonder Woman."

    Wait. What?

    "I'm a big fan," it added. 

    "Should all of us survive today, we will do so," he agreed. 

    "Sweet. Gimme like 5 minutes. Maybe 10, Vortex is a bit of a bitch. Also, be not afraid or whatever. I'm one of the good guys."

    It was gone, then, and abruptly Barry sucked in a breath. Sounds of a fierce battle echoed from outside for several minutes before the storm abruptly stopped. 

    Slightly singed, the Ghost King returned. "Hey, does Supes over there need a doctor? I know a good one in the GZ."

    He swallowed. Batman cleared his throat. "We only need to get the kryptonite out of him, he'll be fine."

    "Okay!" It chirped, then reached over and, without so much as ruffling the suit, reached into the alien and pulled out a small handful of shards. "I'll be back in a few weeks for those autographs- I'd say tomorrow, but time is weird. Bye, guys!"

    "Wait- can I ask for a way to contact you? If you'd be willing to help in the future," Constantine asked. 

    "Yeah, sure. My Chirper handle is @realdeadguy, all lowercase, no punctuation," he said, "and you can call me Phantom if you want."

    -

    "Guys!"

    Sam groaned and Tucker covered his face with a pillow. 

    "Dude, we know you just got back from a summons, but it's 3 am."

    Danny rocked back and forth, wings twitching. "I met the Justice League! They're so cool! Batman was there! Batman!!!"

    "I thought you were all about Su-"

    "And I saved Superman's life, isn't that awesome?! I kept the kryptonite, look, real-life rock from space!"

    "Rocks aren't alive, Danny," Sam muttered. Then, a second later, "wait, what?! You met the Justice League? Was Wonder Woman there?"

    "No, but I asked for an autograph."

#danny phantom #inthememetime #danny phantom au #eldritch danny #ghost king danny #vortex #constantine #dp x dc #barry allen #the flash #batman #superman

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Hey it's me again 😁

I have another request for human miles quaritch x reader, it can be that the reader is a smoker/ vaper u choose, and maybe it can be about miles trying to stop her cuz he use to smoke or maybe something like that?

Thank you

A/N: I've never smoked or known people who quit so I'm going off of stuff I've read online or seen in movies <3

You Should Stop: Miles Quaritch

You let out a sigh as you blew out a cloud of smoke feeling the nicotine hit your lungs and make you already relaxed after your stressful day.

"Long day darlin'?" Miles asked making you snap your eyes open.

"Something like that. You want one?" You asked offering him a cigarette from your pack.

"No thank you, I quit a million years ago." He said as you nodded your head putting your pack away. 

"Really? What made you quit?" You asked him as you two took a seat at the table.

"Health reasons. I saw how bad it was affecting my health for a five-minute stress relief, so I decided to quiet which wasn't easy but now look at me." He said. 

"I know I should probably quit, but I'm under too much stress to do so." You said with a sigh. 

"Just start off slowly, I can help you if you want." He offered you with a smile. 

"I would like that a lot, thank you." You said to him. 

"Of course, darlin', just want to see you are healthy and here for a long time." He said squeezing your hand. 

So from that day forward, Miles tried to ween you off of the cigarettes slowly knowing how it could be for you to stop smoking. At first, you would leave your cigarettes in your room, instead of carrying them to prevent you from reaching for one, Miles also gave you some different ideas such as yoga, chewing gum, etc to try and help you. Then when that didn't work you tried to give him your cigarettes so that you would have to go and physically convince him that you needed one. 

As you went through the next week, you and Miles began closer and you started to develop more feelings for him, especially with how caring he was towards you and your health but sadly you knew that he didn't do relationships so you just suppressed those feelings for now. 

"I'm so proud of you darlin', with how well you've been doing this week in terms of your smoking." He said giving him a smile. 

"Thank you miles for that and your help. It means a lot to me." You said giving him a small smile. 

Miles had been looking all over for you wondering why he hadn't seen you today when he walked into your office and saw sitting there with tears running down your face which made him worry. 

"Y/n?" He asked you. 

"I tried to do it Miles, I just couldn't." You said through tears as he saw the pack of cigarettes sitting next to you.

"Easy, Easy." Miles said rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

"Look at me darlin', you're okay. I'm right here." He said lifting your chin so that you were looking at him. 

You didn't notice if it was due to him being so close to you, his voice, or what, but something compelled you to kiss him. You were about to pull away wondering if you crossed a line when you felt him kiss you back, shocking you a little as you two kept kissing until you needed air. 

"Sorry if I..." You started to say but you felt him kiss you again.

"No need to apologize, sweetheart, I've been thinking about doing that since we met." He said with a smile.

"Me too. Are you disappointed in me for breaking my streak?" You asked him. 

"No, I'm not. I know it isn't easy to quit, I'm still proud of you for trying." He said placing a kiss on your forehead. 

#miles quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #quaritch x y/n #quaritch x reader #quaritch fanfic #quaritch x you

[josefavomjaaga]

Hello, dear Josefa ✨

I hope you are doing well!

While Flower and myself were talking about our favourite couples of the napoleonic era, our conversation found its way to the Soults which we would love to group with couples like the Davouts or the Mortiers but can't because of the cheating on our monsieur le maréchal Soult's part.

With that in mind, we wondered: Do we know how madame Soult reacted to the cheating? How did her behaviour change through the first days, weeks, months after finding out? Did it even change?

We are aware that we don't know any details of the actual conversation where the couple discussed this matter but we still wanted to ask!

Thank you for your time and effort! c:

We do not really know, I fear. We do not even know when and how exactly she learned about Soult's little secondary Spanish family. It is quite possible that it did not come completely unexpected anymore, as people in Paris had been gossipping about Soult's alleged infidelities ever since 1810, and in one of his 1811 letters Soult kind of had admitted to a marital misstep.

If I remember correctly, Soult finally was granted permission to leave Spain by mid-February 1813, and could leave at the beginning of March. On his way through Southern France he took the occasion to go see his old mother in Saint-Amans, whom he originally had wanted to visit four years earlier, on his way into Spain. I do not remember (I'm not even sure if it is clear) if Louise and the kids already met with him in Saint-Amans or if they waited for him in Paris but I suspect they went to Saint-Amans and from there back to the capital that Soult reached at the beginning of April. He soon had to leave again, this time with Napoleon to Germany, on the 1813 campaign, and on 12 April he already gave full powers in all matters to his wife so she could handle affairs during his absence.

Did she at this point already know about the full extent of these affairs? It's likely, but we do not have any real clue.

She must have known by late June 1813, however (interestingly, that's the same time when, many miles away, Maria de la Paz Baylèn and her little baby son leave Spain and enter France). We know that because Soult in his letter fom 23 June at least vaguely hints at how hurt Louise must have been by his confessions. He invites her to come to meet with him at Dresden with their children, despite the fact that [...]

you will not be lodged very well, but you will be with me, your sorrows will cease, your cheerfulness will return, and you will be certain that, despite everything that has happened, you have never ceased to be tenderly loved [...]

"Despite everything that has happened" clearly means that by that point, Louise is fully aware of the existence of Maria de la Paz and her baby. And she had taken it badly, as was to be expected. Obviously, she doubted Soult's love for her, and she may have considered taking further steps, or at least that's something Soult feared:

I'm not talking about the other feelings, for nothing could add to their strength other than the step you're taking right now.

(All emphasis by me)

And then he continues to implore her to come and sit down with him and talk it all over.

So, obviously lots of trouble in honeymoon land. From the looks of it, I'd say Louise did not so much react with fury, but rather turned sad and depressed - which probably hit Soult far more. Her fury she apparently kept in stock for one French emperor to be used when she heard that her husband was about to be sent back to Spain again. But that's a different story 😁.

Thank you for the question, and I hope this kind of suffices, as it seems to be all information there is. (All quotes from N. Gotteri, "Le Maréchal Soult", as usual.)

#napoleon's marshals #jean de dieu soult #louise berg-soult #1813

[primaviva]

Your post felt like those really popular 2020 K-pop videos on YouTube that were like “my unpopular K-pop opinions part 1” 💀 anyways SAY IT ALREADY

BAHAHA THATS ACTUALLY SO TRUE STOP I REMEMBER THOSE anyway unpopular opinion time!!! 😁😁

okay but like y’all can’t hate me….i don’t want miles and gwen to end up together but i do at the same time and you gonna know what i mean

JUST STICK WITH ME PLEASE im not tryna sound like those delulu fans ada and leon type shi… where people don’t want someone to be together for themselves like NO not like that

it’s just like for a while i feel like every time a piece of media comes out even if it’s not popular there’s always a love interest and i feel like not every story has to be a love story or involve one. and what REALLY got me thinking this was how originally in itsv, gwen and miles were supposed to kiss before they went into the portal and i was like why? like i can see their chemistry in the first film but the story can go the same way even with them as friends and when i see that in movies I’m like “did they really have to be love interests?”

MORE SO it’s just like every time a girl and a guy are friends in a movie or show it just feels like they always put a romance between them and it’s like yes, it makes good writing. are gwen and miles cute together? yes the dynamic between them is so good. but did it NEED to happen? like i just wanna see a film where a male and a female can be strong companions without a hinted at romance.

and just ignoring how impractical them being in a relationship across dimensions would be and how my the mcu logic if they were to be in a dimension for too long it would be like nwh all over again…. it just would’ve been nice if they were friends that built off one another but because they been edging this romance for 4 years or sum now i would be HEATEDDDDD if miles and gwen didn’t get together. and i have a strong feeling that they are gonna kiss in btsv or at least gonna kiss each other goodbye if miles finally leaves the spiderverse alone but it’s like UGH

i feel like nobody is gonna agree but im just so tired of people behind these big movies always making the male friend and the female friend have romantic feelings like i feel like it feeds the stigma that boys can’t be friends with girls or it’s always gonna lead to something more. tbh it just feels so hard to find a genuine friendship in shows or any type of of media that don’t show any hints of romance like yes it’s very realistic for miles to have a crush on gwen and her back BUT SHOULD THEY BE ENDGAME?? LIKE IM NOT SO SURE

i saw this btsv theory i loved about how like they think beyond the spiderverse is linked to the reveal that there are other verses beyond the spiderverse (obvi miguel and them ain’t know that) that aren’t link to every spiderman variant and all that and how they think the movie is gonna end with all of them accepting that they can’t keep messing with the multiverse and miles is gonna learn to let go and just say goodbye to all of them and how that’s gonna be his sacrifice having to choose his universe over all the others he been yearning to see esp gwen and peter idk i ain’t gonna explain it all so iykyk imma have to find the video

i fekt crazy writing this idk if anyone feels the same but i feel like the romance was unnecessary AND HOW COME EVERY TIME A BLACK PERSON IS A LEAD IN SOMETHING MAINSTREAM THE LOVE INTEREST IS MOST OF THE TIMES A WHITE WOMAN that’s a rant for another time bro

#🪽— angel’s spam

[star-attack890]

Hobie brown x reader

not my GIF!

This my first ever story; one shot and it’s long

Y/n POV:

‘I have been spider woman for about 5 years fighting along side Miguel O’Hara sure he’s a lil cold and nonchalant and sometimes annoying but me and him are friends’ I have taken a break from the spider society for about 3 FUCKING YEARS ..Miguel said take as long as you want so I did! I still call him sometimes when he’s not so busy being busy. And just like 59mins ago I was enjoying my short vacation until when Miguel called and said he needs me back here doing my job so yeah’.

3rd POV:

Miguel called y/n to help him with a villian that appeared in y/n’s dimension that didn’t belong there and since it was hers, she had to get involved. As he was in the middle of his speech a portal opens up next to him.

He knew it was Y/n……..SO TYPICAL OF HER OFC SHE WOULD INTERRUPT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS SPEECH!

She walks from the portal and sees miguel

Y/n greets him with a slight smile and a gift bag of a bracelet she made for him, “ Hola! Miguel como estas ? I missed you…You look great!” Giving him the gift “ Here I got u a lil something open it later…” As she turns around she finally notices everyone seeing new and familiar faces.. SHE SEES PETER B. PARKER WITH A BABY!?!?

She jumps off the platform where Miguel was standing and goes to greet Peter b, “ Peter You have a baby?? She’s cute ” Mayday smiles at y/n and jumps to her and y/n is in complete awe. Peter smiles and says “ YEAH she mayday i have some pictures on my phone wanna see! We have so much to catch up on y/n…meet my friends” he leads y/n to where miles and Gwen were standing. “ so y/n this is miles morales he is the coolest kid you would ever meet like ever everything you see him do when fighting wouldn’t want to brag but I taught him that!…and this is Gwen she super cool too.” Gwen says hello and tells Peter b,” wow thank you Peter.” Peter just smiles at Gwen.

Miles sees you and smiles,” Hey Y/n I like your suit looks very cool” y/n says” made it myself” Miguel cleared his throat and everyone went back to paying attention to miguel.

“Y/n I was in the middle of explaining the mission ” Miguel said. Y/n went back to Miguel’s platform and stood besides him. “Yeah sorry about that my bad go on dear” she said with a light smile.

Here is something to know about y/n she’s usually pretty much like Miguel just a lil slightly happier? She and Miguel are like pretty much the 2 ‘unfunny’ spider people….Y/n is secretly funny it’s just that she sort of looks up to Miguel as a friend and mentor. She’s pretty tall but not tall enough to go pass Miguel’s shoulders she has some dope piercings and like miles said a dope suit! It’s likes Miguel but black and white.

“Yeah we were just excited about y/n” Peter said , “ also I forgot the guy over there is Hobie he’s a great guy 😁”. Hobie waves at y/n as he’s walking over to where miles, Gwen, and Peter are. Y/n not wanting to really disrupt Miguel just nods her head and clearing her throat and nodding to miguel to continue.

Hobie observed her. He also agreed with miles her suit was cool and her piercing made her look good her h/l and h/c suited her perfectly he observed that wasn’t really much of a smiling robot and that she was very close to miguel. Are they together or something? He was hoping he talk to her after Miguel’s speech…

I am going to edit it again…see ya

send me any requests or comments!!!😜

#atsv hobie #hobie brown #spiderverse #spider punk #hobie my beloved #miles morales #miguel o’hara #x reader

[laurelindebear]

I love seeing your tags when you reblog things from me; you look at things so in-depth, in ways that I don’t usually consider!! You’ve got quite a fascinating mind, and I love when you share that

why bears?? Do you really like them, and if so, what’s your favourite kind of bear and why??

Eee thank you so much! <3 I do enjoy waffling in the tags of posts. Sometimes it's just useful things for me when I attempt to find something I know I reblogged, and sometimes it's nice to just sorta whisper my random opinions and experiences into the void in a quiet way. (Also, 'you've got quite a fascinating mind' is definitely the nicest way anyone has said 'girl you are weird and kinda crazy'! 😁

Gonna do a cut because this got way too long, oops:

I do love bears, for a couple reasons I think. They were my favorite animal as a very young child, probably because of teddy bears. There's a photo of me, it might have been my first birthday, in my crib holding a bear I called Big Brownie over me, and my 'comfort blanket' as a toddler was a Winnie the Pooh I called Brother John (because my dad in particular would sing 'Are you sleeping, Brother John' to me to get me back to sleep when I'd wake up in the night.) I took him everywhere with me and literally loved him to death a la the Velveteen Rabbit - when my mom couldn't sew him anymore she used band-aids, and when that got too ick he disappeared one night. They got me another Winnie, but it wasn't the same. (Sidenote, I have always been Like That about teddy bears and plush toys and The Velveteen Rabbit broke my heart and I'll never be normal about it. Ask me about seeing Toy Story with my sister sometime...😅)

My parents used to record my sister and I on cassette tape sometimes too. In the oldest one, my sister (still a chatterbox) was going a mile a minute but I was too shy to talk. The only thing they could eventually coax out of me was 'I 'uv beaws' (I love bears). I have no memory of this, but I like that it's my first recorded words!

After that I went through the inevitable monkey period (kids love monkeys), then went dinosaur-mad, then landed on snakes and dragons, but bears were always still there. I'd chase my sister around the house pretending to be a 'mad bear' sometimes when we were being silly. When I was on my study abroad summer in Paris I took a 'what is your sexual animal' quiz in my roommate's Marie-Claire one afternoon while bored and the result was she-bear (this basically translated to 'asexual'.)

When World of Warcraft came out and I picked a druid as my main character, I found I liked tanking best, which happens while shapeshifted into a bear. I found the teddy my avatar is based on at Woolworth's one day and took her home just because she sat like a real bear on all fours and she became my tanking buddy, and that kicked my love for bears off again in earnest. I definitely relate to them as a kind of 'representative animal' or mascot because they tend to be solitary (introvert), they are fiercely protective of their loved ones (yep), they sleep half the year and binge-eat the other half (depression, yooooo), and while they are large and dangerous and so I like to think of them when I need to be and feel strong (like when I'm tanking), they are also teddy bears, which are harmless and soft and whose whole purpose is to be comforting and bring a little passive kindness (which I like to be and also for all of my rage I too am generally harmless and a wimp.)

And lastly, when I found my first grey hairs in my mid-30s, much earlier than expected (mom and grandmother did not go grey until well into their 70s), the only thing that made me not-insane about it was to think of it as my grizzle. Which brings me to the last part, which is that I love pretty much all bears but I think brown bears/grizzly bears are my favorites, because they are just...so Very Bear, a lot of my teddies are brown or blonde, and because they live in both North America and in Europe, just like me as an immigrant.

#asks #replies #bears #accidentallylita #thank you again! <3

[renee-writer]

Loved Her First Chapter 108

This chapter is all by the brilliant @omgbarbiegurl 😁

AO3

Mercy wiggled against her bonds, desperately trying to figure out where she was.

 

She jumped when she heard a door unlock, and then open.

 

The echo told her they were in a small space, perhaps a cabin? Footsteps tapped against the floor before the blindfold was pulled off.

 

She took a quick glance at her surroundings. She was right, they were in a Cabin, sparsely furnished. Not any weapons she could see, but she could make a few on the run if needed.

 

Maybe.

 

She moves her gaze to the captor and almost wants to laugh.

 

Of course, it would be Adam, like the idiot Browns, morons never give up.

 

“Hello Adam.” Mercy said politely. 

 

He looks surprised, like he expected her to be hysterical or some other nonsense.

 

She was raised in the wilds of North Carolina; had witnessed death, pain, childbirth, and Hope nearly being raped.

 

She had also witnessed a murder, but she was sure no one knew what she had seen.

 

Modern things would always make her nervous, but villains that kidnapped were nothing new in her world.

 

“Well you seem fairly calm, I expected you to be hysterical.” Adam said.

 

“Why would I be hysterical? That would slow down my ability to escape.”

 

Adam blinked, and then started to laugh.

 

“Please Mercy, we are miles into the woods-”

 

“Boston doesn’t have woods, well they do, but no place a person can have a cabin.”

 

“Well perhaps we are a little away from Boston then.”

 

“You wouldn’t go far, you like having access to things.” 

 

Ian had changed into some new breeks and a shirt that David had given him. They were close to the same size and while strange, he liked them.

 

David had not been able to tell them much, just that he had been hysterical enough that the Police had been called by Campus Security when David found Mercy’s things messed up.

 

“She is very studious; she is never one to just leave her books scattered around.”

 

Faith nodded. “Do you have her things, maybe if we look through them, we can find something.”

 

David handed her parents her bag. Faith and Ian went through it very slowly, sifting through the items.

 

Faith smiled at the picture of herself that Joe had taken with his camera, but she was startled by a folded-up piece of paper next to it.

 

She unfolded it, and her heart stuttered.

 

It was a realistic drawn picture of Ian, eyes warm and welcoming, lips parted in a smile.

 

She showed it to her husband, fingers trembling.

 

“She kept a Likeness of me.”

 

“Clearly she missed you more than she let on.”

 

He nodded, tears in his eyes. “We are going to get her back.” He said firmly.

 

He turned to David. “Now tell me everything of this Adam.”

 

Mercy rubbed her wrists. Adam had finally untied her, and left again with an order for her to make some food.

 

There were cold cuts and some bread. She could make sandwiches, if he was expecting a full meal, he was not going to get it.

 

Before she started, she did a quick cursory look for something sharp. There was nothing, not even a fork, just spoons.

 

“Damn.” She muttered the curse under her breath, but grabbed one of the spoons from the drawer and tucked it into her pocket. She grabbed another and set to work making some sandwiches.

 

Her thoughts of what to do were startled as the door opened.

Adam appeared with some firewood.

 

The pair looked at each other, before Adam spoke. 

 

“I have some contacts in Boston, ears to the ground as it were. Apparently, your parents have come into town.”

 

Her hand faltered, but she steadied it.

 

“My Daddy is quite the hunter; he learned from an actual Native. He will find you, and he will kill you.”

 

“Please, I have covered my tracks well.”

 

She turned to offer him the sandwich on a plate. “So you think.”

 

His face contorted, and he slammed his hand down onto the offering, which caused it to crash to the floor.

 

“So I know. You think anyone is going to rescue you? Be able to find you? Please.”

 

Mercy said nothing, merely dropped to her knees and started cleaning up the mess on the floor.

 

Adam stomped off, not noticing when Mercy stuck a shard of the broken plate into her pocket.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #omgbarbiegurls and I 's #loved her first #chapter 108 #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom

[fleurcareil]

West Ontario: Thunder Bay and Kenora

It feels like ages ago that I left Sleeping Giant as I'm currently in Calgary, three provinces further west 😅 but been busy traveling with very little internet access, so will aim to catch up by writing shorter posts! 🤞

On the way to Thunder Bay I visited the Terry Fox memorial - for non-Canadians, he was a young man who ran a "marathon of hope" to raise awareness for cancer; having started in St John's in Newfoundland, he ran 3,339 miles across Canada close to here, where he had to stop as his cancer returned & he died shortly afterwards. Supporting Terry Fox runs by friends were the first donations that I made in Canada (I must admit I never ran myself) and he has rightly so turned into an inspiration for many. The memorial serves both as a reminder that our health is the very first thing we should take care of, and as a motivation to never give up on life... ❤

In Thunder Bay I did the usual errands plus an unsatisfactory visit to a BMO bank branch, where I had hoped they would reinstate my credit card after a suspicious activity... however, they only could send a new card to my friends in Dundas (where I'll be back end September 🤔) so that stressed me out but luckily with the help of great friends 😍, I received the replacement card this morning in Calgary so I can now worriless continue spending 😝.

Half an hour west from Thunder Bay I breaked for lunch at the Kakabeka Falls, the so-called "Niagara Falls of the North"... although pretty (& in a more natural setting than Niagara Falls), the comparison doesn't really hold true 🤣

After that it was a 2hr+ drive to the little village of Ignace where I stayed in a lovely inn on a lake, run by a couple that used to live in Toronto but had moved here during the pandemic in search for a quieter life (which it certainly is with its 1,200p population!) .

Along the drive, the trees were still the same boreal forest (which I probably will never want to see again after this roadtrip 😁) and it was grey and boring so couldn't wait to stop for the day... the only interesting thing is that I changed another hour back in time, similar to Labrador not at a provincial border but just randomly somewhere 😅. Meant I had an extra hour to sit with my legs up!

Next day, I made the last 3-hour push to arrive in Kenora, the most westerly town in Ontario and famous for being on the massive Lake of the Woods. The roads were much busier here with several links to the US border, and suddenly it became agricultural with rolling fields west of Dryden, a change from the forever-forest!

In the evening, the lake at my campsite at Rushing River provincial park became dead still and massive clouds turned pink when the sun set... pretty! 😍 As a really great plus, there were no longer flies and very few mosquitos which makes being outside so much nicer. As a really big negative, there was a snake that came my way when I was sitting at the picknick table chatting with a friend. After booing it away, I researched Ontario snakes and although the common eastern gartersnake is not poisonous and doesn't normally attack, I was less than pleased when it showed up next to me again! 😵

In the morning, the water was still very calm so had a beautiful paddle before breakfast. I never cease to be happy when I'm on the water!! 🤩

Thereafter, I drove into town for a boat tour on the MS Kenora along tons of islands, rich houses, "devil gaps", spiritual rocks as well as 6 bald eagles. It was pretty but very hazy due to the smoke so then everything turns into the same gray-yellow hue... 🤨

After visiting an art gallery dedicated to a local painter and an interesting exhibit on the 150th anniversary of Indigenous Treaty #3 - " which will last as long as the sun will shine and the water runs, that is to say forever", it was patio time for a drink & snack with view on the lake! ☀️ Back at the campground, it was so sticky hot that I went for another little paddle to the beach and a refreshing swim 🤓

There was too much wind in the morning for another paddle so spent some time cleaning out and repacking the car, throwing away any items that I hadn't used for the last two months, no point in keeping those!

Although it was a great spot on the water, the campsite was a walk-in on a slope so I ended up hating it going up & down endlessly to my car... mental note never to book that again!

Before heading out, I did a small hike along the namesake rapids that the park was created for, but it was hot & humid so not enjoyable.

Time to say goodbye to Onario and off to Manitoba!

Wildlife: 1 deer (Dryden), 1 common eastern gartersnake (twice!), 6 bald eagles and 1 loud flying loon (Rushing River/Kenora)

SUPs: two at Rushing River

Hikes: one at Rushing River

[candm-brittany-2023]

Thursday 18th May

When Martin woke up this morning he felt much better. Last night he had sent a note to Alain to see if we could meet up for coffee this morning. We did, and met Didier, Marie José’s partner. Another nice man.

After our farewells we went to the boulangerie for a baguette.

Lovely cakes. Martin couldn’t resist a mousse aux pommes. It was very sweet but it was what he needed.

After breakfast we went back round to the Capitanerie to pay for more nights. Amazingly they let us use our Passeport Escales card again, so we booked 3 more nights and paid just for 1 😁

We looked round the shops. We spotted a metal sculpture of herons and a lighthouse that wasn’t there previously, then realised that quite close to it was a shop selling lots of similar metal stuff.

Carol bought some trousers with the money we’d saved in the capitanerie 🙄 before we headed off to Simon and Trish’s apartment, which was lovely!

We walked a mile or so to Port Navalo, the village right on the end of the peninsula and the entrance to the gulf. There was stuff going on there today and we went to investigate. On the way there was half a boat stuck on the side of a house.

It turned out to be a smokery.

[caesartrinity119]

Watch Disturbed - Down with the sickness

LISTENING TO THE SONG AGAIN ... HE'S GOT ME REALIZING MY POWER ... I MEAN SHIT EVERYWHERE I GO ... I GOT HOT GIRLS LOOKING FOR EXCUSES TO TALK TO ME TO WALK IN MY DIRECTION TO ALMOST RUB UP ON ME 🥷😁 ... IT'S LIKE HE'S WANTING ME TO OPEN MY EYES TO WHAT'S IN FRONT OF ME !!!

I MEAN THOSE THREE REALLY GOOD LOOKING GIRLS THAT DID THEIR WORKOUT RIGHT DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME ... I WAS THINKING TO MYSELF LIKE DO YOU NOT FEEL YOU'RE PRETTY MUCH UP IN MY GRILL 😝 ... IF THEY GOT ANY CLOSER THEIR TOES WOULD HAVE BEEN TOUCHING MINE 🙃 AND THEY WENT THE EXTRA MILE AND DID NOT CARE WHAT THEIR SHORTS WERE DOING OR WHAT THEY WERE SHOWING !!!

HE WANTS ME TO OWN MY AUTHORITY ... HAVING ( N O ) ONE PUT ME IN A BOX

SERIOUSLY YAH 😝 ... NOW YOU BRING ME TO A COLLEGE CAMPUS 🤣🤣🤣

YOU KNOW IF I'M FEELING LIKE THE BREEZE IS COMING ON ME ... THOSE VIBRATIONS ARE SHOOTING OUT ... IT'S JUST IN THE AURA >>> MY MAGIC AURA ..

IF I FEEL LIKE SOMETHING'S WITHHOLDING BACK ... DARKNESS IS TRYING TO KEEP ME IN A BOX 😏🥷🐉

YOU KNOW WHY I SAY EVE ... BECAUSE WITHIN MY BEING I SEE MYSELF WHEN I'M WITH A GIRL ... I SEE IT AS IF IT'S BACK TO THE BEGINNING WITH JUST EVE ... WHERE WE ARE THE ONLY TWO ON THIS EARTH ... AND SOME GIRLS WANTED THAT AND GOT THAT ... BUT THEN THEY ALSO LIKE WHEN A MAN PICKS HIMSELF UP ALL BY HIMSELF 😉😈 ... THE NEW DARK CHALLENGE...

KEEP ME INDEPENDENT

WHERE'S MY CHASING LIBERTY THAT JUST WANTS TO HAVE FUN ... NOT ALL THESE FUCKING RULES 🧐

#Vimeo

[thedaveandkimmershow]

The thing that blows me away every time is that we can leave our place, drive down to Sea-Tac, park with Doug Fox, take their bus, ride a coupla elevators, check in and check our bags, and get all the way through TSA in under an hour.

Just barely. But still.

Just under one hour.

I wanted to put that out there because I really am amazed when that happens. Especially this time around with everyone heading out for Spring Break.

So where... are we going?

Well, we're hanging out with family at Moro Campground, Crystal Cove State Park. Only...

We missed the reservation window at the top of this year because we were dealing with the unexpected death of Kimmer's uncle and the logistics that played out during the week after he died. Consequently, we do have a coupla days somewhere in front of us at Crystal Cove but most of the time we're at Lake Perris Campground which is just this side of the mountains before Palm Desert and Palm Springs.

This is also usually the time Kimmer's down here to check in on her aunt so, while we're in the neighborhood we'll do a little double duty.

Now, we've done this Crystal Cove trip a number of ways at a number of times over the years. Last year, though, we rented an Escape Campervan from their Des Moines location just south of Sea-Tac and drove the full route from home 'n back.

On our return, we had a little trouble with our van, "Nessie", and switched it out in Inglewood. While we were at that location, Kimmer got to talking with one of the associates who explained how a lot of their clients fly into LAX, Uber or Lyft themselves and their gear the couple miles to the Inglewood lot, load up, and drive off on their adventures from there.

We actually proof of concepted that concept for ourselves when we flew into Salt Lake City last year and adventured with an Escape Campervan to all the National Parks in the south of the state.

This time around, because of how our pair of reservations went down and how we're coordinating our schedules with family, we've got a few days before we've got to pick up our ride from Inglewood. So we're flying into our favorite airport, Long Beach, renting a car (Go Alamo!), and killing some days in Orange County starting with Universal Studios Hollywood later this morning where, due to a very random aligning of the planets, we're gonna see Linzy's old high school band, the Wildcats, performing because they're actually down here right now with gigs at Disney and Universal.

Crazy how that worked out... but we're very much looking forward to hanging out with the band director again. 😊

Okay. One last thing.

Yesterday morning, while we're at the airport waiting on our first flight, Kimmer turns to me and says

"So... are you amazed at my packing job?"

And the answer, which should've been an unqualified Yes... wound up being a qualified Yes. You see, our big bags of gear are subject to Southwest's fifty pound limit in order to avoid fees... and she came in at 47 and 47 and a half using the scale at our place. Which is really, really good. Only...

At the end of our Utah trip last year, she came in at 49 and 50 by dead reckoning. No scales involved.

Now that.

Was really impressive. 😁

Anyway...

It's a little vacation for us, a bunch of family, some coordinating Kimmer's gonna do on her aunt's behalf, a bit of catching up with an old friend, and yes... doing a touch of work on the road 'cause that was always gonna be unavoidable.

Still...

It's an adventure.

And we're on it.

☺️

#spring break #april #road trip #escape campervan #family #friends #old times #crystal cove #lake perris

[theretirementstory]

Bonjour tout le monde, it is 18c, the sun is shining and the sky is a cloudless blue.

I survived the busiest week I have had in a long time! Fibre was installed, chez moi. Easy to install new codes to phones and eventually to the computer but could I get the computer and printer to talk to one another….. could I heck! So my daughter in law 600+ miles away got me all sorted, she is an absolute star.

Then my friend arrived with her CV (written in English) for me to read through and make any changes…… she is coming again this coming week and we are going to do a mock interview, in English (how do I get myself into these situations). In the blink of an eye it was the “reunion” with the head honchos of the refugee association. We had the “singer from the barbecue” giving us a selection of songs, one of my knitting group ladies sang a couple of songs too. Then it was the turn of a young man who had received his right to remain, he stood up and thanked everyone involved for their help and told us about his “new life”. Finally, it was my turn, I had written the “hard words” phonetically so that I wouldn’t stumble over them. Everyone said I had done well but one thing is for sure, it has given me the kick in the pants I needed to get back on track with speaking French. As I had “top billing” it was soon time for nibbles, cake, soft drinks and champagne 😁.

The car was serviced and everything was good with it. When I went up to the garage to pay, the lady in the office “knew of me” as she had worked in the estate agents when I had rented the apartment in town, we chatted for some time and it turns out she lives near to me. Then it was vaccination day, yes my fourth Covid jab all over and done with, painlessly.

Knitting workshop came around and I had a mother and daughter arrive, the daughter had to leave early but the mother settled in well and was doing some crocheting. One (young) lady brings her son, she calls me “Ma” and I am “grandma” to her son, am I bothered by this? Not at all, she is only 23 years old and if I can be her “Ma” then all well and good!

There are lots of tomatoes in the garden, I gave a bag full to my neighbours! I am waiting for the beef tomatoes to ripen so that I can stuff them 😋. The one raspberry cane is providing a few raspberries at a time but they are going into a box in the freezer marked “home grown”. I have so many strawberry plants now and they are producing quite a few strawberries. Unfortunately, my beautiful stargazer lilies were attacked by lily beetles before they had a chance to flower and the other lilies in the garden also were attacked. I am going to have to dig them out and destroy the plants and the soil, as the pupae stay in the soil until next year when they emerge as adult beetles and start the cycle over again.

I have been in touch with elderly relatives again this week, it’s the week of the big food delivery for the one who is “stuck “ on the 4th floor of an apartment block.

My family in the UK are all well. “The Daddy” and “The Mummy” are preparing for my grandson’s first birthday! Where has that time gone? I cannot wait to see my grandchildren again, hopefully not long now.

I think I mentioned that “The Paralegal” was “whipping” his work colleagues into shape and dragging them kicking and screaming into the 21st century 😂😂. It is great to hear how much he loves his work.

I have the mammoth video call with my friends in Bristol this afternoon, I need to get fish pie made, I want to do a few jobs in the garden and have lunch before 3pm…… sure I will manage all of that, I am a multi-tasked you know!

Instead of a poem this week, I remembered this song, which I think is quite apt:

If I can help somebody, as I travel along

If I can help somebody, with a word or song

If I can help somebody, from doing wrong

No, my living shall not be in vain

Until next time ………

[princessfbi]

Hi!

For the subtle prompts, if it’s okay to send something other than on the list I’d like to request “If I could, I’d keep you here forever” or “I wish I could keep you here forever”

If not, I’d also love to see “Shh. There’s people in the other room.”

Thank you! 😁

There was something so soft about Eddie when he slept. It made him look younger even as the slackness of his soft, perfect mouth would dip into a frown since he was cursed with the perpetual resting bitch face. Buck supposed there was a price that came with Eddie's beauty and for Eddie he had to pay the RBF tax of answering, "yes, I'm fine!" to anyone concerned.

But he had other quirks in his sleep too. His nose would scrunch up in annoyance if Buck moved around too much; his arm would tighten around Buck’s waist to pull him closer. Eddie would tuck his face in the curve of Buck’s throat and bully him into a position that let Eddie put the weight of his chest onto Buck’s shoulder.

It was like a heavy softness that Buck didn’t know how to hold. Not without ruining it for good. But he couldn’t pull away. Not when the storm outside was enough to rumble the whole building awake but Eddie didn’t even stir. Instead the heat of his breath escaped from his mouth like the tide, back and forth and back and forth on Buck’s throat until his pulse was hammering in anticipation of feeling it again.

Because Eddie felt safe with Buck. That's what he had said. And Buck's world was still being rocked by that confession.

Eddie’s scar was almost faded into his shoulder. You wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t know where to look but Buck had its location scorched into his memory since the moment Eddie got it.

His face went soft and slack then too; in surprise rather than sleep before it tightened with fear and pain that had Buck scrambling across the concrete to try and soothe away.

Lightning flashed and Buck caught a free leg of Eddie’s kicking off the blankets, exposing Eddie’s skin. His Achilles’ tendon, his calf, the back of his knee he swore wasn’t ticklish but always nearly breaks Buck’s nose whenever he kisses it. The slope of his ass, the dip into his back, and the miles and miles of muscles dotted by freckles and rose and fell with every REM cycle breath. All of that clung to Buck, either holding onto him or pressing against him that he was always within reach if Buck needed him; wanted him.

Buck didn’t know when Eddie would start to believe that Buck wanted him. He always wanted him. He just didn’t know that Eddie had wanted him too and now that they had each other, Buck didn’t want to let go. And how much he wanted Eddie made all the clingy voices of doubt in his head run wild.

Buck dropped his hand down to the possessive arm that always seemed to wrap around him no matter what position Eddie ended up falling asleep. He trailed his fingers up and down the forearm. It was a hypnotic motion that had sent Eddie straight to sleep after two and half rounds of intense making out and even more intense fucking. The kind that made Buck cry of desperation and Eddie’s voice got that husky hoarse sound to it that demanded the half part.

And maybe the reason Buck loved this Eddie, the one drooling on his collarbone and clinging like a koala even in his sleep, was because this was the Eddie he loved the most. Not that Buck had gotten around to saying that. He would rather eat glass than rush this, thanks.

But this Eddie, quiet, soft sleeping Eddie was just... Eddie. Not Staff Sergeant Diaz. Not Firefighter Diaz. Not Mr. Diaz. Not Edmundo or Eddie go help so and so.

He was just Eddie.

Soft, loving Eddie that let himself be a little selfish by hogging the bed and Buck without restraint.

"I wish I could keep you here for forever," Buck whispered into his hair.

Eddie just breathed out a sound and pressed impossibly closer to Buck's side. He was a searing line of heat where Buck could feel every inch of him and Buck didn't want to move.

But sleep was pulling him under and making every blink heavier than the next.

So, Buck pressed a kiss to Eddie's hair and soaked in the sight of him as the lightning outside flashed with a rumbled thunder clap that said the storm was moving away. Buck extracted himself from under Eddie's weight and rolled, smiling to himself as Eddie unconsciously rolled with him and pressed up into his back. That same possessive arm slung across his waist and Eddie's nose sought out the hollow curve of Buck's throat. Back to chest. Knee to knee. Closer than possible and just the two of them.

Someday soon he'd say those words.

#911fic #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie fic #answered #prompt game #my fic writing #spicy writing #royal fic writing #anon #evan buckley