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blade-that-was-broken · 2 months

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Intro, Stories, and Commissions!

Heya! This is my anonymous little blog for my current fixations and interests!

Name: Luthien or Blade

Age/Gender: adult woman

Level: family friendly with some violence.

Current Fixation: Dreamworks Trolls

Notes About My Work

Focus on familial and platonic bonds

Any romantic notions are never the focus

Minimal swearing on my part

Family friendly art and writing with some violence

No nudity, serious gore or smut

Feel free to ask any questions about anything - I absolutely love answering comments and questions in the asks.

Right now, my current fixation is TROLLS! With my favorites being John Dory and Branch. I do have an appreciation for both friendship PoppyxBranch as well as romantic.

Listed below not only my current series but also some other writings that I have finished! Feel free to check them out! I'd love to know what you think! Also listed are other fandoms that I am interested in and feel free to ask me about any of them! Enjoy!

My Current Series!

Here is a Link to my AO3

I’m Still Here

An AU where John Dory comes back to the Tree a bit earlier to raise Branch only for sixteen years later of traveling on the road with his little brother to give his life for him. Branch finds Pop Village at 16 and goes through the events of the canonical movies with the background of being a wandering traveler with his brother.

Status: Ongoing

Type: Multiple Books

Question to the World - prequel mini series - ✔️

Head Above Water - movie one - ✔️

World to Change - movie two - ✔️

Moment to Be Real - movie 3 - ✔️

Holiday Special - unnamed - not written

Words and Whispers - Collection of Snippets WIP

For This You Were Born

In an AU where Brozone doesn’t exist and trolls can trade their lives for the safety of their families, a mother tricks her eldest son only for him and her youngest to end up in a fight for their lives against a Bergen.

Status: Ongoing

Type: Multi Chapter Short Series

For This You Were Born - finished ✔️

Silence the Doubt - finished ✔️

By Design a Victor - currently ongoing

Half Life

In a human AU, John Dory has been working for years to get custody of his four brothers from his parents. When he finally gets it, he finds he had to fix what he inadvertently broke. As he tries to juggle a new life and protect his brothers, he does his best to repair his relationship with them.

Status - Ongoing

Type - Single Multichapter, Extra shots

Breathe Again - multi chapter - Ongoing

Unnamed - multi chapter single shots - unwritten

One Shots/Other

Trolls

Something to Believe In - An amnesiac John Dory arrives at Pop Village and ends up raising his youngest six-year old brother. (Ongoing, non-sequential shorts)

Things We Lost - Clay is snatched one day, only to be saved by his amnesiac older brother, who has no idea who he is and believes his brothers to be dead. (one shot, finished)

Divided Frame of Mind - Branch, Bruce, Clay and Floyd search for John Dory, only for Holly Darlin' (Trollstopia) to tell them he's staying in Lonesome Flatts. However, when they get there, they are not greeted how they expect. (one shot, finished)

Smoke and Starlight - a continuation beyond TBT, helped Poppy with an annual world meeting and learns about his parents and his brothers as he helps set up. (multi chapter, wip, Branch, JD and Floyd centric)

Keep Me Breathing - Upon being rescued and traveling back to Pop Village, Floyd makes some observations about his older brother and gives him a hug - which, turns out he really needed (one shot, finished)

The More I Learn, the Less I Bleed - an argument erupts in the bunker one night where the brother learns a horrifying truth - their oldest has been living his life in time loops; one of which including the last performance they did as a band. (one shot, finished)

Soldier On AU - human au, concept - John Dory hasn’t seen his brothers since their parents divorced when he was fifteen. Twenty years later, he is discharged from the military after an explosion and is slowly reunited with his brothers. (concept, snippets only)

Batman/Nightwing

Halfway Gone - Damian comes to Stephanie about Dick Grayson's apparent death with a theory. She believes him. After all, he is their Batman. (one shot, finished)

I'd Give You My Lungs - Jason had never heard the wail of a father losing his son tragically too young before. But when Damian dies, he does. (oneshot, finished)

I've Got You, Brother - Jason is glad he's the one who finds it. Jason hates that he is the one who finds it. But his brother is alive. And he needs to find out what happened. (one shot, finished)

AUs of my AUs

Feel I Belong (I’m Still Here au au) WIP

Stay the Same (I’m Still Here au au) WIP

Other Interests Include (Not Limited To)

Star Wars (Jedi specifically), Lord of the Rings (my username lol), Tangled (New Dream), The Mummy 1999, Psych, TMNT (2012 mostly), Transformers Prime, ATLA, Bones, Leverage, Nightwing, Smallville (Clois), GotG, Treasure Planet, HtTyD, Elementary, Chuck, Stargate (Mostly Atlantis lol), X-Men, GL:A, VM (Logan Echolls deserved better), and Narnia.

I have a few pop funkos, love getting involved in zines, and collect art and pins (collections being mostly AragornxArwen and New Dream but small collection of Nightwing, Star Wars, the Mummy 1999 etc).

This Post will be subjected to editing and reclogging with continued works, interests, changes and fandoms.

#intro post #my writing #i feel like I'm forgetting something #probably am #will probably update later

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wantonlywindswept · 1 year

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@lucdarling replied to your post “so all of the fic where the GAR and Coruscant...”:

pls give me your fic recs, friend. this sounds very relevant to my interests.

oh heckie yes i got u boo @lucdarling

Fics Being Mean to the Coruscant Guard:

Two Strikes / Crowning Glory A variety of steps Cody takes to ensure the Guard doesn't get abused as horribly -- Fox and his men might not be on the front lines, but they're still Vod'e -- and their consequences.

linking to the first fic in the series, the story starts out mostly with Cody being a slut (affectionate) but then goes on to get into the Tragedy of Darth Plageius the Coruscant Guard and Fixing It and tbh if you read nothing else read this series it is So Good. make sure to follow the links, things are slightly confusing and non-sequential if you don't

it also actually addresses post-trauma stuff too which is AMAZING, yes def read this but be sure to put some time aside for it the series is like 500k and you Will want to read it all in one sitting and then you might get yelled at by your wife for not sleeping for three days or that might just be me, 100/10

Galaxy-Saving Memes You can only access the page if you're GAR. The Coruscant Guard decides to infiltrate it because they are tired of being ignored, and honestly? Their memes are way better. Or, the Guard saves millions of lives through stupid internet posts.

second on the 'if nothing else read this' list, unless you dislike epistolary stories, in which case you can skip. but it is short and it is fucking HILARIOUS which you would think wouldn't be possible given the subject matter but no, it is great, 100/10

The Adoption Wars The only thing stronger than the dark side is Rex's ability to get adopted. Or: the one where Rex would really like everyone to know that he is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Oh, and Fox finally gets to kill a sith.

only somewhat about Being Mean to the Guard but by god it is cute and adorable but also makes you Feel Emotions, excellent story 10/10

Their Days Are Darker After the death of ARC Trooper Fives, an altercation at 79's leads Wolffe to spend his leave snooping around the Coruscant Guard. Fox assumes he'll drop it and leave the Corries to their fate; it's what everyone else has done. He is very, very wrong.

so this is heartbreaking in the whole 'doesn't understand that what is happening is wrong' kind of way and tbh Cody is a little bit more of a dick than i usually imagine him but it is still Quite Excellent 10/10

exploitation, hesitation The Coruscant Guard makes a mistake while working with the 212th Attack Battalion. Fox prepares to take the heat.

EXCELLENT writing with the whole 'pov character thinks one thing is happening while outside characters Definitely Do Not', fox is so self-sacrificing which is why and how we love him 10/10

learning solitude It's a gradual, insidious thing, Fox's absorption into the Chancellor's office. The Chancellor wants a clone commander of his own, so he gets one. All Fox gets is a position far away from his brothers, a lesson in how to work around natborns who detest his very existence, and a seemingly endless list of monotonous jobs to keep him occupied through all his waking hours and beyond. Fox misses Kamino.

less Guard more Fox, but man what a way to emotionally stab you in the face! lots of gaslighting and manipulation and it is part of a series but the series also gets Extremely Dark at the end before having a recovery/happy ending, so ymmv 10/10

Blood Iron Fox has seen many things seized during raids. Illegal weapons, Spice and other assorted of banned drugs, slaves, carnivorous beasts trained for the fighting rings, the list goes on. Nothing prepared him for finding beskar among the crates of contraband and bad life choices.

so much worldbuilding fuck yeah! semi-the mandalorian crossover, the Guards have it Real Fucking Rough but then they run into some traditional mandos with hearts of gold beskar, v excellent 10/10

i'm sure there are others! well i know there are others, but these are the ones i remember standing out/have read so far. all of these have happy endings, i wouldn't do that to you (and tbh don't really read stuff w/o happy endings myself)

go forth and read whump!

#lucdarling #fic recs #coruscant guard #commander fox #tcw

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sequinsmile-x · 7 months

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This is Our Place, We Make The Rules - Chapter 6 - Bad Day

A collection of non-sequential mini-fics and one-shots of Hotchniss and their life at home.

Chapter 6 - Bad Day

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Hi friends <3

Today is World Mental Health Day, and for a multitude of personal reasons, it's something I will literally never shut up about.

I was at work today, running a bake sale to raise money for a mental health charity, thinking about everything. How difficult the world is to live in at the moment, how the news is just...terrible at every turn, and how it can all feel so overwhelming.

I just want you to know that you are loved, you are valued, and the world is infinitely better for having you in it.

This is just a little something I wrote about Emily having a bad day, and Aaron knowing exactly what she needs and being that for her.

(Note: just a reminder that the one shots in this series are linked, but not sequential)

Love you all <3

-x-

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Mentions/references to depression

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

It always managed to sneak up on her.

No matter how long she’d been living with them or how often they would happen, the bad days would always surprise her. She’d tell herself that the lack of energy that would always appear in the lead-up was because she’d been working hard, as if there was any other way her job would allow her to work. Or she’d say the lack of appetite was because she’d eaten a big meal earlier in the day, all while valiantly avoiding Aaron’s eye contact, his concern for her always triggered before her concern for herself.

She’d always wake up one morning, almost always a day off as if her body and mind let her survive on fumes, her tank running on empty, until she could stop and think, unable to bring herself to do anything. The simple thought of pushing away the covers, heavy and insurmountable but also a comfort she would curl around her fists to keep in place, too much to bear. The world outside the safety of her bedroom, let alone further afield outside of the apartment, not something she had the strength to face.

Before she got with Aaron she spent days like this alone. Holed up in her bed, twisted in her sheets, both her solace and her prison, as she watched the sunlight that filtered in through the slit in her curtains dance across the room as the day paced. The day and night moving with more certainty than she felt capable of, time slipping past her as she barely remembered to eat or drink water, let alone look after herself.

Even when they were first dating she tried to hide these moments from him, tried to make sure he didn’t see what she considered the worst of herself. Half-constructed lies about not feeling well that never went very far because he’d show up with soup and cold medicine, only to find out she didn’t mean physically. She knows she should have expected it. Should have known he’d do nothing other than pick up the dirty clothes she’d left on the floor and do a load of laundry for her. That he’d wash the dishes she’d left on the sink and throw away the stale food on the counter.

She should have known that he’d do nothing except love her, that he’d lay next to her in silence, letting his presence provide more comfort than she ever thought it could have.

Since they’d moved in together there was no hiding it from him, and it was one of the only things that had made her hesitant to take that step with him. She was still certain sometimes that he deserved better, that, after everything he’d experienced, he deserved someone who wasn’t sometimes so paralysed by everything she’d seen she couldn’t move without every muscle in her body protesting it. She’d worried about Jack too, about his reaction to it all, but Aaron had assured her it was okay.

The Hotchner’s weren’t strangers to bad days. Every memory, even the good ones, tainted with the past that had almost torn them apart. A mark on every frame of their life, a smudgy blur left like a fingerprint on a picture.

Aaron, she had learned, was better at anticipating when she was struggling than she was. He picked up on the signs. He’d let her sleep in as long as he could when the exhaustion would start to sneak in. He’d buy food and snacks he knew she’d eat no matter what, their freezer stuffed full of food she’s sure a stranger would think was all for Jack.

When she wakes up, it’s hard to open her eyes. Her lashes almost glued together, as if her body was protesting the very thought of waking up. She sighs as she rolls onto her back, her forearm over her eyes as she tries to block out the low lighting in the room, her eyes too sore to take it in. She feels dazed, like everything is happening behind glass, the sound from down the hall, a familiar cartoon that Jack loved to watch in the morning, both muffled and too loud all at once.

She pulls the covers tighter around her, half covering her face so she can smell them, a brief flash of comfort of the scent of Aaron on the comforter.

She rolls back onto her side, her back facing the door, and she curls into a ball. Her body feels heavy, like it’s made of lead, pushing her into the bed as she tries, and fails, to convince herself to get up.

The door slowly opens and she doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move a muscle, and the bed dips behind her, a familiar warm and heavy hand landing on her waist.

“Sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft, full of understanding in a way that makes her ache and feel impossibly worse, “Do you want breakfast or do you want to stay in here?”

She clear her throat before she opens her mouth to speak, her voice rough and raspy from not being used so far that day, “I want to stay.”

It was a pattern they were both familiar with, and he doesn’t say anything else. He simply squeezes her waist and leans forward, his lips against her temple before he withdraws from the room, softly pulling the door closed behind him.

She isn’t sure how much time passes before he’s back in the room, the bed shifting again as he climbs in next to her, his back against the headboard. She knows he’ll have taken Jack to school, and that he’ll have asked Jessica to pick him up and take him home with her so they had the evening to themselves. It makes guilt burn in her gut, making it churn even though it’s empty.

“Jack was excited to go to Jess’s tonight,” he says, always reassuring her that everything was okay as if he could read her mind, and she’s sure that after all this time he might be able to, “Apparently she’s a better cook than either of us,” he adds, running his fingers through Emily’s hair, his nails scratching at her scalp, “Do you need anything?” He asks, and she shakes her head, swallowing thickly, pushing away tears she can’t fully explain, “Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” she chokes out, shaking her head again, the thought of being here alone, like she used to be, too much to bear, “I want you to stay.”

He sits with her for hours, never complaining, never forcing her to talk. He simply exists with her, taking her lead as she lies there. He eventually makes her something to eat, passing her a plate with a couple of turkey dinosaurs and a small amount of mac and cheese, their usual rule of not eating in the bedrooms ignored.

She’s not sure what time of day it is when she turns to face him, his attention immediately on her as he hears the sheets rustle around her. He lays down next to her, his head on his pillow, far enough away from her that they can look at each other properly, but close enough that she could reach out for him if she wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice still rough, “I…I’m sorry.”

He smiles softly at her, reaching out to tuck some hair behind her ear. Even though this may as well be from a script, a moment they’d repeated again and again, a discussion they had every time this happened, he isn’t irritated. His eyes shine with the same patience and love that they had the first time, and she isn’t entirely sure what she’s done to deserve him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart,” he assures her, “You’re so strong all the time, for everyone,” he says, stroking her jaw, “Even now, even though I know you don’t think you are.”

She sighs and shifts closer to him, sinking into his embrace, her face buried in his t-shirt, “Thank you for looking after me on my bad days.”

He kisses the top of her head and runs his hand up and down her back, pressing comfort into her skin, his love for her working almost by osmosis, “You don’t have to thank me. I love you, Em. All the time. Especially on your bad days.”

“Love you too,” she replies, her words muffled by his shirt as she breathes him in.

Days like this always snuck up on her, jumping out of shadows she’d hidden them in herself, but she knew he’d always be there with her. Standing by her side, ready to be what she needed, what she’d always told herself she’d never get. A type of love that she wasn’t entirely sure she deserved, but that she’d grab onto with both hands.

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moral-terpitude · 5 months

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Misadventures - Part 16 (Merry Fucking Christmas)

and it won't be long 'till we drop this match • when I burn to your fingertips, you can throw what's left

A/N: so, this will be the last part until 2024! I didn’t forget about part 15 (it’s still in the works and a bit rocky!) but, this is just where Christmas falls in the story sequentially, so, we’ll have to just do some jumping around here a bit!

[Masterlist] [Series Masterlist]

Misadvetures taglist: @cillmequick @emotionalcadaver @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms

Summary: Quinn has an unexpected guest.

Word Count: 4,072

Warnings: discussion of childhood trauma, discussion of intergenerational trauma, discussion of childhood sexual assault, missing persons, discussion of character death. This is NOT warm and fuzzy.

Quinn realized, as she sat looking into the yet unlit fireplace, she had never spent a Christmas alone.

She had decided that maybe coming home and being somewhere familiar, while not with family, would be a good break.

She hadn’t told Tommy she would be by herself. He had seemed surprised when she said she was going home for Christmas, and she was yet to talk to anyone but her dad, and as far as he knew she was still in New York.

A good ol’ switcheroo to give her some time to herself.

The drive in the rental car wasn’t terrible, and the weather had just started to pick up once she got settled in, taking the time to stop off and pick up ingredients for dinner even though she definitely didn’t feel like cooking.

The carrots were steaming in the pan as she pulled the bottle of non-alcoholic wine Tommy had given her from the bag, an actually quite kind gesture the more she looked at it, because it wasn’t just the fake Welch’s champagne her mom would give them on new years as kids, it was really made in a winery somewhere, and she wondered if he had had to order a whole batch of it just to get one bottle, because if he had, it would last her a lifetime.

She felt somewhat choked up at the thought, because until then, she realized she hadn’t been looking to the future too far with Tommy, trying to not overthink things, but she really liked the idea of him being it for her.

She didn’t want to go back to dating, and before he sort of fell into her lap she wasn’t looking for someone, so maybe that’s all there was to it, that she’d find the right person when it was time.

She dug through the junk drawer in search of the wine key, flipping over the salmon in the buttered pan as the potatoes browned in the oven.

Snowflakes fell outside the window, and as the breeze flung them all through the air, she caught the sight of headlights against the trees.

Her brow furrowed, pulling the curtain, to see, of all people, her mother getting out of the White Jeep Wagoneer that was parked behind the rental, and trudging towards the door, sputtering as she did so about what Quinn could only guess she was saying was the “fucking stupid weather.”

“Mom?” Quinn cracked the door, peeking her head out, as another gust of wind came through, sending her shivering.

“Oh, let me through, it’s freezing out here, Quinn.”

Quinn nodded, returning to the stove to shut off the burners.

The sound of her mom kicking the snow off of her boots sent her back to snow days as a child, all 7 of them busting back into the house for grilled cheese and soup before turning on a movie with mugs of hot chocolate.

Quinn didn’t turn around as she put the food on the plate, hesitating for a moment before realizing there was enough for both of them, that her eyes had been bigger than her stomach.

“Have you ate?”

“I left around dinner, stopped off for a coffee.”

“How’d you know I was here?” Quinn asked, pulling another plate out of the cupboard and divvying up the salmon onto the second plate, fresh carrots and potatoes piled on as well.

She sat them on the table, doubling back for utensils, before sitting herself in the chair, the bottle of wine still unopened.

“Your dad was showing Amanda how to set up Life360 on their new phones, I haven’t had the notifications on I guess, but it showed you heading through Cadillac.”

“I took everyone but dad off of mine.” Quinn took a bite, biding her time before speaking in an effort to calm herself. “Why are you here?”

Her mother sighed, giving a shake of her head, “To talk. I’m surprised I got this far, I honestly didn’t think you’d let me in,” her brows furrowed as she stilled, the way Quinn would listen as well to see if anyone was around, “Isn’t Tommy with you?”

Quinn pushed the carrots around on her plate before stabbing through one, “No. He has the kids. I told him I was coming home, but, I didn’t tell him I’d be by myself. It just felt…too soon to spend a holiday with his kids. I’ve met them, and it’s not that I don’t want to be around them, I just—“

“I get it,” she nodded, as Quinn took a bite, falling back into silence until their plates were empty and in the sink soaking in hot sudsy water.

“So, I know you didn’t drive for almost three hours to talk about the weather.” Quinn stood at the counter, popping the cork out of the bottle, before pouring herself a glass. “I’d offer you some, but it isn’t going to do anything for you.”

She saw her mother still out of the corner of her eye, before she stood slowly, crossing to pick up the bottle and examine it.

“Are you—“

“No,” she drummed her nails on the side of the glass, wishing she would have kept her mouth shut, “it just turns out alcohol and I don’t mix, so, it’s better this way.”

Patti sat the bottle down, leaning against the stove, before huffing out a sigh, “My dad…was an alcoholic.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Quinn bit back, deciding it was best to be a bit on the defensive still until she managed to feel out her mother’s true purpose for the visit, “you’ve never told us anything about him.”

“I know. Because he wasn’t nice. He wasn’t a good man, and he sure as hell wasn’t a good father.”

Quinn thought about watching Tommy and the way he interacted with the kids. By someone’s standards, she was sure, he wouldn’t be considered a good man, but, she thought he was. And a good father, too.

Quinn chewed the inside of her lip, “I have a feeling this is going to be a long story, so can we sit, please?”

Her mother nodded, and Quinn wandered to the dimly lit living room, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch, and tucked herself into the corner, watching her mother take the other end.

Quinn waited. It wasn’t often that the two of them had much time alone together, and maybe that was part of the problem. She wasn’t particularly in the mood for mending old wounds, not bothering anymore to shed tears over whether life was fair and that their relationship wasn’t good, but at the same time, she was tired of feeling constantly at odds with her family, too.

“I know, there’s things I don’t talk about, but I’ve never wanted to burden anyone with them.” Quinn felt her brow furrow, unsure of how to prepare for the incoming information, “When I was young my uncle, for a very long time, lived with us. He was paid disability from Vietnam. Aunt Amelia and I shared a room. Sometimes, since our parents both worked, he would watch us instead of the neighbor lady, and then he eventually volunteered to watch us all the time. Always home.”

Quinn’s stomach sank, the realization of the unwell feeling the words gave her, the prickle of hair raising on the back of her neck, made her dread what was coming next.

“He never…” she watched her mother sigh, averting her eyes, staring at anything but Quinn as she spoke, “it wasn’t sex, but he did things to me. To her. He never looked twice at Pat, probably because he was older, but Spencer was younger and he took advantage of him, too.”

Quinn fiddled with the gold post in her lip awkwardly; was this how Tommy felt when she unloaded everything on him? What was there really to say?

It felt different, her divulging everything to him, contextually. It was an explanation. An apology. A warning. All tied up neatly with a bow. This was, well, something else entirely.

The reasoning she had been looking for, maybe.

“When your father and I first got married, Spencer was nowhere to be found. Hadn’t heard from him in years. Then he just showed up one day. Rebecca was 5, so I would have been pregnant with Erica.”

Quinn found it funny the way her mother measured time, sometimes. Rebecca being the oldest, must have only known her to be pregnant for most of her growing up years.

“He said he needed somewhere to go. That it was temporary. He stayed with us for maybe a year, I think, Erica was small when he left. I came home one day from the doctor to your dad and Opa in the yard, with him blathering on, high on something, saying he didn’t know what he was doing and that he was sorry. He was crying because Opa had the shotgun pointed at him and–”

She shook her head, wiping at a stray tear.

“I never thought anything of it, your dad was at work and I couldn’t cart all of the girls to the appointment, so he said he’d watch them. Your dad came home to…”

Her mothers mouth pressed into a firm line, not wanting to admit the words.

“Lydia didn’t realize until way later on. She was four. Too little to really know what was happening. The first time she ever did anything with a boy she ended up punching him in the face because it came back to her.”

“That’s why she left.”

It wasn't a question. It all made sense now. At 14-years-old she hadn’t understood the tension all those years, Lydia acting out, never being home, moving out the minute she turned eighteen and, of course, changing her phone number and never looking back.

For a while, Quinn would call, hoping to at least be sent to voicemail. It didn’t take long for the number to be reassigned to someone else.

“I’m sorry, Quinn. I know, your sister will never talk to me, ever again. That’s something I have to live with and something I regret every day.” She chewed her lip, “Neither of you deserved what happened, and, as parents, we didn’t advocate hard enough for you. I was young with everything that happened to Lydia, and I should’ve pushed harder when they tried to say Spencer wasn’t competent to stand trial.”

Her mother sighed, pulling her eyes away from watching the snowfall outside of the window.

“With Gerard, we should have known better and we should have gotten ahold of Tim sooner.”

Quinn nodded, slowly, looking away.

Her whole life could be summed up by “coulda, shoulda, woulda,” if she tried hard enough.

She wanted to yell, be angry, scream, fight, punch, hit, but she was tired of giving energy to the things that didn’t, really, concern her anymore.

It was done. It was over. It was something that happened, and yes, it affected her, but she was never going to change it.

“Gerard has been missing.”

The comment itself was out of left field, while not really, for the subject they had been on.

Quinn was somewhat disgusted with the gasp she let out; despite the fact she couldn’t stand his guts it was still shocking news.

“The department put him on leave after you left, and he came up missing a few weeks ago. There was a note, apparently he doesn’t want to be found. It didn’t sound like suicide but they haven’t ruled it out either.”

Quinn’s stomach sank, a few weeks ago was, well, Tommy had been out of town for work. It seemed like they hadn’t been back for very long from her meeting Charlie and Ruby to just have him pack up and leave again, this time, without her.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t asked, but the timeframe was just too tight and she couldn’t keep rescheduling appointments just because she wanted to go with him.

Work.

She tried not to grimace, but it was something she made a mental note to ask him about when she saw him again.

There was no subtle way to ask that through a text message.

Hey, did you happen to threaten and kill my ex, because if you did, well, honestly, thanks.

Despite going against my previous wishes.

“So they haven’t seen him since, what, Thanksgiving time?”

“Yeah, just about.”

“Damn,” she sighed, “that’s honestly shitty to have happen around the holidays.”

“Oh,” Patti shook her head, realizing that she had forgotten something, getting up and rummaging through her purse, “this was at the house. Your dad brought it in, but, it had your name on it.”

Quinn puffed out her cheeks, taking the purple wrapped box gently from the shipping box it had been in.

There was a blue satchel inside, the word Shinola being the largest, with Detroit also pressed in gold below it.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, opening the drawstring and removing the blue box, hands trembling as she unwrapped the piece of paper that fell out.

Quinn, I’m the luckiest man to have found my perfect match in you. -Tommy

She felt all her limbs turn to gelatin and she hadn’t even opened the box yet. How had he planned this? The note was clearly in his handwriting, but– she tried not to overthink it too much, some things Tommy did he just did, and she was trying not to look too far into the rhyme or reason at that point.

Fuck. Don’t cry, do not cry.

She opened the magnetized lid, the gold necklace situated on a plush white pillow inside.

All the charms were 14-karat gold, strung onto a pave gold charm and situated gently in the box. A lightning bolt, a golden match with the word LUCKY engraved on the side (which she knew from the online catalog was exactly how it came) and an upright horseshoe engraved on the golden placard hanging in the midst.

She handed the box off to her mother, resolve finally breaking, as she got up in search of some tissues.

“Quinn, that's really pretty. Don’t you like it?”

“I do,” she mumbled, the words coming through trembling lips as she tried to wipe away all the tears, “no; I do, I really really do.”

She let out a sigh.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“It’s just been…” she turned on the cold tap, filling a glass with water, “tough. Things have been tough. I mean, we’re both juggling businesses, and, the kids. They’re great. They really are. But I don’t think they like me. Well, Ruby does, but Charlie is just cold. And…” she swallowed hard, the water not helping her fight back the tears, knowing she couldn’t unload everything on her mother, “Lizzie is just not easy to deal with. I feel like she’s after me and I’ve not really even ever spoken to her. Sometimes you know when someone wants to kill you with just a look.”

“Well, that’s,” her mom hugged her, and Quinn was surprised when it felt like a real one this time, “kind of the situation you’ve stepped into, my dear.”

“I know,” Quinn wailed, setting the glass down on the table as she gave in to the hug, her mother rocking her back and forth gently.

“If I would’ve known you were coming I would’ve put up the tree.” She whispered, “What were you going to do, sit here and stare at an empty room all weekend.”

“I thought about it.”

Quinn slumped. The drain of all of the information and the crying finally catching up with her at once, hitting her like a freight train.

“Why don’t we watch a Christmas movie instead.”

“Okay. Will you help me put that on, I can’t with my nails.”

Her mother nodded, “You better message him and say you got it.”

Quinn checked the time, “Wow, it’s late, but, yeah. He’s gotta put gifts out and I know he’ll feel like the worst dad in the world if he forgets.”

“Go, call him. We’ve got time.”

“Wait,” Quinn checked the clock, 11:50, how had that much time passed, “give me 10 minutes then I can say Happy Birthday, too.”

“His birthday is Christmas?”

“Yeah, go figure. But you were born on Thanksgiving that year, weren’t you?”

“Hello?” Tommy cleared his throat, feeling for the light as he realized he was being ambushed with a FaceTime call at exactly 12-midnight.

“Hi.” Quinn smiled.

“Where are you?” She watched as his eyes scanned the surroundings behind her, the bedroom at the cabin looking nothing like the one they had slept in at her parents.

“Oh,” she swallowed, “at the cabin. I had changed my mind once I had got off the plane, and came up north.”

It was a fib, but one that wouldn’t hurt.

“Love, what are you doing spending the holiday alone?” He rubbed at his eyes, trying to keep his voice as hushed as he could, and leaned against the headboard.

“I’m not. Mom’s here,”

His brows raised in surprise, “How’s that?”

“Well,” she sighed, as he finally took in her red ringed eyes, “I’ve learned some things. I think we’re gonna be okay.” She shrugged.

“Were you crying?”

“You made me cry.”

“What did I do, eh?”

“You got me a gift?! I didn’t get you anything!”

He smiled softly, shrugging, “I’ve got everything I need, love.”

“And it’s your Birthday and I'm not there,” she whispered, lip puckering.

“Nothing special about my birthday, I’ll just be a year older next time I see you.”

She chuckled, swiping at her eyes, “Don’t remind me.”

“I think you should get some sleep, Quinn.”

She hated to agree and have to hang up, but the day, and all the new information she had been give, was definitely wearing on her.

Pulling into the driveway of the farmhouse, Quinn was surprised to see more than just her Opa’s truck parked in the drive.

Behind it, was a car she didn’t recognize. A little red Toyota with an Arizona plate and two car seats strapped in the back.

She parked the black Jeep off to the side, not wanting to be in anyone’s way, and killed the engine. If someone else was here she would probably be outlasting them awhile if Quinn wanted to have any kind of serious conversation.

“Well, I better get going,” there was a sniffle, the words coming out muddled as Quinn entered the house, not quite recognizing the voice above the baby babbles and the sound of the television playing some kids show.

“Well,” her Opa’s gruff voice sounded softer as the voices got closer, the sound of the door opening and closing, Quinn’s presence, and another vehicle arriving outside going unnoticed, “you know you’re welcome anytime.”

“Yeah, I know,” Quinn held her breath as she rounded the corner and made her way as quietly as she could into the kitchen, “I just don’t get back this way that often and thought I sound come see you. I wanted the boys to at least know some of their family, ya know?”

She was surprised that Lydia still looked the same. Almost 14-years and there wasn’t much that had changed about her, other than the baby she was holding and the other child clinging to her leg. Two little boys with the same brown hair and brown eyes as their mother.

Quinn couldn’t hold back the little huff that came out as tears welled in her eyes. Out of all of them Lydia turned out the most looking like their dad.

Lydia nodded as their eyes met, ruffling the hair of the little boy attached to her leg, “Like I said, we should get going.”

She felt like a ghost as Lydia brushed past her, no acknowledgment of her presence, no introduction to the kids, nothing.

Quinn swallowed hard as the door closed, tears finally falling down her face as she doubled back, letting the door slam closed behind her.

“Lydia?”

Her sister didn’t look up, continuing to buckle the boys into their car seats.

“Lydia!”

Quinn was surprised when her sister’s face flashed with a bit of anger, closing the now running vehicle up a bit harshly before closing the distance between the two of them.

“Don’t.” Her sister shook her head, “Don’t call me that. Listen, I made my peace with this place. I got out of here, got far away, changed my name, and I’m happy now. I have a family. I—“ she rubbed the bridge of her nose, before looking Quinn in the eyes again, “If all I have to do is keep my kids far away from all of you to keep them safe, then that’s what I’ll do.”

Quinn felt her lip pucker, no different than the day that Lydia (whether she wanted to be called that or not, Quinn realized that was all she ever knew her as) left the first time. She wondered if it would have been easier to think of her as being dead all these years.

It seemed like it was what everyone else did.

“Mom told me—“

“Me being here wouldn’t have changed what happened to you, Quinn.” She glanced over her shoulder at the vehicle, “I have to go.”

She took a shuddering breath, watching the vehicle drive away.

No ‘I love you’ or ‘what’s your phone number?’ like she had hoped if she ever saw her sister again.

Quinn swallowed hard, wiping the tears from her cheeks before they started to freeze and hauled herself back into the house, kicking off her shoes, before returning to the kitchen to see a steaming mug of tea waiting for her on the table.

Quinn didn’t speak until the tea was gone, a plate of food sat in front of her.

Hashbrowns, eggs, wheat toast, and six strips of, surprisingly, store bought bacon.

She cleared her throat as her Opa filled the mug with another round of hot water, sliding in the chair across from her at the table.

She popped the egg, dunking her toast and taking a bite, before speaking.

“You ran out of bacon? Never thought I’d see that happen.”

She tried to not be sour, but maybe the new year would bring better things.

Taking a sip out of the mug, she fiddled absentmindedly with the necklace from Tommy, thankful that she at least had some positivity to return to.

“Yeah, well,” she watched her Opa’s eyes flick to the rest of the pack of bacon on the counter, the lid of the rubber made container open that he intended it to be put into, as he dug the pouch of tobacco out of his lip and set it on the edge of his plate, “hogs got sick awhile back. Think they ate something that didn’t agree with them.”

She blinked, taking in what he had said.

Lots of things seemed to be happing awhile back.

“Around thanksgiving time?” She questioned, trying to remain nonchalant as their gazes met.

“Well, now that you say that, I guess it was.”

“Hm,” Quinn huffed, stabbing into the hashbrowns, “interesting.” She cleared her throat, quickly chewing and swallowing the bite, “I should’ve told Tommy to come see the horses while he was here a few weeks ago.”

He nodded, looking back into the plate, “You coulda. Domino is still getting acclimated but someone breaking her in might not be a bad idea. Otherwise, I ain’t never seen hide nor hair of him.”

Quinn stared at him, the wrinkles and valleys in his face, as she took note of his rather purposeful double negative. He always hated when she talked that way as a kid, told her when he was young his mother woulda beat the ‘ain’t’ out of him if he talked like that.

She knew he never would have been able to help Tommy haul a body into the enclosure with the pigs, but he definitley was the one that held the keys to it, and she knew if Tommy asked him to dump the body there he’d sacrifice his bacon one million times over to do anything that helped Quinn.

Quinn decided she didn’t enjoy the fact that all the holiday left her with was more questions than answers.

She needed a fucking cigarette and it wasn’t even noon yet.

Maybe it was the last time she would come home for Christmas ever again.

This has been up my sleeve for so long I’ve been trying to be patient with myself and not blow it!

#tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #quinn meyer #misadventures #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #modern day au #modern au #modern thomas shelby #modern tommy shelby #modern!tommy #modern!tommy shelby #modern Tommy Shelby X oc #tommy shelby x oc

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I’m 😭 know I get the snake joke when they asked Apo about kissing Mile lmao (this whole thread) idk what todo with this info

https://twitter.com/jsaturfiles/status/1563481374228508679?s=21&t=AMC2YXZLS7DPz3QwKzzMaw

Nonnnyyy!! Thank you for giving me the chance to talk about something I've wanted to talk about for a while, which is how good MA's acted kisses are. And it's good acting too! But first,

I spent a bit of time trying to figure out who the person being translated was (apo_mytype), and it looks like they're just a fan. But their comments resonated so much with people the twitter translator (jsaturfiles) got asked to translate/share. I'll post it here so people don't have to go to the tweet:

ive seen #MileApo in kissing scene workshops since the filmania era, their kisses are so real. apo said before that p mile wasn’t yet good at controlling himself. so every time they kissed he wouldn’t stop until apo nearly fell on his back. but apo couldn’t even fall because p mile was gripping his arm.

back then p mile’s body was very thick (he’s still thicker than apo today) one of his arms could wrap around apo’s entire body like a snake wrapping around it’s prey. from kissing in filmania to kissing in boc. by the time kpts ended #MileApo probably kissed 100s of times. let me ask for real, have you guys ever felt anything for each other at all? even some little thing?

some couples have been together for their whole lives and don’t kiss as often as #MileApo (reffering to them in the series)

Now let us take a very necessary break to watch some Filmania era kissing

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(mobile is a PITA so here's video 1 and video 2 if they don't show up)

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The Art of a Good Kissing Scene

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For anyone (no one) wondering "Kyuu, how the fuck do you know so many things about everything" the answer is 1) I don't know shit, 2) I have ADHD, and 3) I spend a lot of time just learning things about I find interesting. Like watching a lot of videos like the above.

The coach basically breaks down a list of things she's looking for in good/bad scenes, including 1. prelude (setup), 2. breath (pause before the kiss -- it's a moment of dramatic tension to set up the audience), 3. rhythm of the kiss, 4. dialogue/chemistry/moment/surrender (checking in with each other).

And she specifically compliments Jonathan Rhys Meyers' ability to create a private moment (13:39) of intimacy in a crowded place to establish the context for the kiss. So there is actual acting technique in how technically good on-screen kisses are, and also specifically how good Mile and Apo make KP's kisses.

I adore all of KP's kisses, but I specifically want to talk about how good their first kiss in episode 3 is.

The thing is, it's obviously not the first time MileApo have kissed, and certainly not even the first time they've kissed as Kinn and Porsche, but they have to sell to the audience the authenticity of it being their first kiss in the context of the events of the show -- the hesitancy, the heart in your throat jolt of tension, the tenderness and chasteness and longing and release of the first kiss.

(cr smittenskitten for the gifs! here's another edit of this extended...tumblr glitched on let me add more pictures?)

And you know it's good acting because they can recreate this exact same tension, breath, longing, and relief of tension live in one take

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(video link for those suffering mobile like me)

It's so good in that the setup is both anticipatory and surprising at the same. Watch both happen...This youtuber's mom was even able to count down to their kiss.

Perth (Ken) has talked on his channel about how shows are filmed non-sequentially and it's up to the actors to know their characters well enough to know what's going on with them in that scene. Since the first kiss on the pier was physically in the same place as where they ended their first date in episode 8, they likely shot those on the same day or very close together. So MA had to know their characters' hearts very well. And their trust in each other, in taking each other's small cues, is what builds in the authenticity of watching Kinn and Porsche falling in love.

So yes, all the practice helped, but their kisses really do feel special. Mile and Apo constantly sell to us how special it is.

And that's what we call acting, baby. 😩💦

Let's just say it's probably good Mile had a whole year to get all of that hunger out of his system first because KPTS Episode 3 Kinn was way more respectful than Mile was haha.

(if you keep asking sending me anons, I will eventually run out of interesting things to talk about!!! 😅)

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche meta #mileapo and acting #mileapo #and that's what we call acting #mile phakphum #apo nattawin #actor mile phakphum #actor apo nattawin #first kiss my love #first kiss

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sarandipitywrites · 5 months

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seven silly questions tag

thanks for the tag, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams! fun questions to help me procrastinate my editing (because brain doesn't wanna word)? yes please!

i'll pass this along to @sarahlizziewrites, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @thesorcerersapprentice, @isabellebissonrouthier, and @aziz-reads if you're interested, plus an open tag for anyone who wants to play :)

First messaging app: MSN

Pickles yes or no: fuck yeah pickles. pickled everything. cucumbers, plums, peppers, onions, cabbage, picklesssss

Favorite mythical creature: kind of cheating, but demons. of any kind. they're versatile and make my brain go brrrrrr

Longest book series you've read: depends on what you'd consider a series, i guess. a sequential, part of the same story series? probably the chronicles of narnia. non-sequential books in a shared universe? tamora pierce's tortall books (14 of i think 28?). for a children's series, the bailey school kids (however many my elementary school had; probably 30-ish out of 51)

Playstation, xbox, or nintendo controller layout: xbox. it feels the best and i can play it the longest without my hands hurting. SO happy the switch pro controller went for a similar layout (although i have to admit i have a soft spot for the absolutely bonkers controllers nintendo's had over the years)

Best time to get out of bed: since my brain pretty much refuses to sleep before about 1 am, no matter how tired i am, i like to stay in bed until 9 or so. my day job does not agree with this

Did you ever have a tamagotchi: yes! it spent a lot of time being dead. i reset that thing SO many times. and i just looked it up because i couldn't remember what kind i had, and apparently they evolved differently depending on how many mistakes you made with it? i guess i never noticed because i always had the 'lots of mistakes' one lol

blank template under the cut:

First messaging app:

Pickles yes or no:

Favorite mythical creature:

Longest book series you've read:

Playstation, xbox, or nintendo controller layout:

Best time to get out of bed:

Did you ever have a tamagotchi:

#tag games #seven silly questions tag

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clarepreed · 1 year

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Misc. Resus Stories

Symbol Key:

🏳️‍🌈 One or more story w/ an LGBTQ+ patient/rescuer.

A Bolt From the Blue - 5,045 words. Kendrick's new girlfriend Macy is electrocuted at an amusement park. Electrocution, refractory ventricular fibrillation, double sequential defibrillation, lengthy on-site resuscitation.

As Long As We Both Shall Live - 5,666. Ellie and Mateo from Slip and Fall get married, but will Ellie survive the day? Heart block, agonal breathing, on-site resuscitation.

Broken Heart - 4,893 words. Max and Lena are the victims of a prank gone wrong and Lena may not survive. Cardiac arrest, agonal breathing, mild violence, on-site resuscitation.

Choke - 4,861 words. Featuring characters from "Slip and Fall." Josh must save Paloma when she chokes on a grape. Choking and on-site resuscitation.

Home Invasion - 4,933 words. Sam surprises an intruder. Her husband Ian finds her barely clinging to life, only to watch her slip away moments after his terrible discovery. Violence, tension pneumothorax, on-site resuscitation.

Pulseless - 7,080 words. Paul and Andrea are home alone when she has a heart attack. Heart attack symptoms, on-site resuscitation, non-detailed mention of vomit, Stryker LUCAS 3 device.

Scorched - 5,716 words. Will discovers Melanie has succumbed to heat stroke on her run. Hyperthermia, seizure, cardiac arrest. On-site resuscitation, Stryker LUCAS 3 device, ambiguous ending.

Septic - 4,337 words. Maria succumbs to septic shock on a vacation in an isolated area. Resuscitation in a moving vehicle.

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-- Series stories fitting this category

Read out of series order at your own risk! (below cut)

Ginnie & Holly

Stressed to Death - 5,273 words. EMT-in-training Holly must save her neurodivergent crush Ginnie from her stress-mediated cardiac arrest. Agonal breathing, on-site resuscitation. 🏳️‍🌈

First Date - 5,563 words. After recovering from the events in Stressed to Death, Ginnie and Holly are on their first official date. Despite their obvious chemistry, a freak accident threatens to tear them apart forever. Commotio cordis, on-site resuscitation. 🏳️‍🌈

Larissa & Mitchell

Late Night at the Office - 5,930 words. Larissa is at the office in the wee hours and has an unfortunate encounter with a piece of hard candy. Choking and on-site resuscitation. The first Larissa and Mitchell story.

Hostile Work Environment: Part One - 6,268 words. Part Two - 5,314. Someone wishes Larissa hadn't survived her choking incident. First aid, strangulation, resuscitation, light cardiophilia, explicit sex.

Corporate Abduction: Part One - 6,245 words. Part Two - 4,233 words. Larissa and Mitchell are abducted. Vomit aspiration, suffocation, on-site resuscitation, symptoms, seizure.

Assist - 6,429 words. Larissa finds her assistant Kieran in cardiac arrest in her office. Explicit sex, asthma symptoms, Sudden Cardiac Arrest, lengthy on-site resuscitation including a Stryker LUCAS 3 and an equipment malfunction.

The Honeymoon - 5,777 words. Mitchell's concerns about Larissa's heart prove to be prophetic. Will he be widowed so soon? Explicit sex, sudden cardiac arrest, agonal breathing, lengthy on-site resuscitation.

Where There's Smoke: Part One - 4,201 words. Part Two - 6,121 words. Larissa and Mitchell are on vacation with family, but Mitchell can't quite relax and it's having an effect on his health. Explicit sex, cardiac symptoms, asthma, smoke inhalation, heart attack, on-site resuscitation, Stryker LUCAS 3. Two victims: Male and female. ♂️

Lazarus Sleeps - 5,821 words. Bad news and a worse mistake. Choking, on-site resuscitation, Time of Death called.

The Night We Met - 6,017 words. A "coma hallucination" taking Larissa and Mitchell to the fateful night when they met. What would happen if Mitchell sent her home, offered to walk her to her car? Cardiac tamponade, pericardiocentesis, blood and vomit, male resus, on-site resuscitation. ♂️

Protect - 9,394 words. Larissa grows stronger and healthier as she and Mitchell recoup on a private beach in Hawaii. When they choose to return home for Kieran's wedding, however, events take a violent turn. Explicit sex, violence, blood, mention of self-unaliving, drowning, hypovolemic shock, on-site resuscitation, resuscitation in a moving ambulance, resuscitation in the Emergency Department.

Saving Mitchell - 5,200 words. Larissa and Mitchell are at home recovering when Mitchell chokes on a piece of cantaloupe, leaving no one but a one-armed Larissa to help him. Explicit sex, choking, on-site resuscitation. ♂️

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#resus writing #cpr resus #female resus #medical drama

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Welcome, champions of Eorzea, to A Podcast Reborn.

We have a brand new format, and with it a brand new outlook on the production of the series. Analysis is the name of the game here at Radio Free Hydaelyn, and we'll be applying a careful and specific lens to one topic at a time from now on, non-linearly.

This week, we take a look at where we left off at the tail end of the original show, examining the beautiful trainwreck that is the original Several Cutscenes that do, in fact, Play in Sequence... though not before performing a bit of a post-mortem on the first incarnation of the podcast, and why it didn't quite work out.

We're very excited to get back into it, and we hope you enjoy!

#Full Episode #Radio Free Hydaelyn #FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #Final Fantasy 14 #Podcast

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eightsdoctors · 6 months

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fellow eight fans, how the heck do you tackle all the media stuff?

i'm one of those people who like. has to consume media in order and completely because i have canon FOMO. but i need to break that habit if i'm to keep my sanity (i'm already insane enough for him as it is)

i've listened up to Seasons of Fear in the Main Range, and all of Series 1 of the 8DAs. i'm also currently in the middle of Vampire Science (which i'm enjoying way too much frankly)

i know the books are easier to read non sequentially somewhat, but where do i go after Vampire Science? any recommendations?

#doctor who #eighth doctor #if anything ill just use a rng XD

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cappuccinopoweredsprite · 6 months

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Hey, hi and hello, it's @brick-enthusiast coming at you from the sideblog again!

As part of a friendly agreement with @things-about-cars-in-posts, I am here to introduce another race car.

You know Peugeot? In recent years, the French brand is probably best known for fighting tooth and nail to shake a reputation of dullness. However, you've probably heard - or perhaps you remember - that Peugeot used to be a whole lot more cool.

Well, this story takes place a little bit after that. Less than a year after the last story I told, in fact, in 1995. And the similarities between the two don't end there.

The car in question is the then-new Peugeot 806.

By all means a run-of-the-mill, boring people carrier, unveiled in 1994.

PSA Group had co-developed it with Fiat, so it was also sold as a Citroen, a Lancia and a Fiat.

(As you may remember from a recent post by @things-about-cars-in-posts!)

Anyway! Peugeot wanted to do something to promote their version of the so-called Eurovan. Someone, half-jokingly, suggested to take it to the racetrack.

That someone was Pascal Witmauer, the man in charge of Peugeot's advertising in Belgium, as well as marketing for the Belgian Procar racing series. Peugeot's "promotional event" was set to be 1995's running of the Spa 24 Hours.

A 24-hour endurance race, yes.

A 24-hour endurance race that was happening at the end of July. It was May.

The project was handed over to Kronos Racing, a Belgian racing team that would go on to build successful Peugeots and Citroens for the circuit as well as dirt. And well, they did complete it.

As much as a parts-bin-special it might have been, the Peugeot 806 Procar was a serious racing machine. Its interior was stripped of anything non-essential, the 8 factory seats were replaced by a single carbon bucket and a roll cage.

The engine and drivetrain were a mix of parts from the 306 Maxi rally car and the outgoing 405 Mi16 circuit racer, while the then-new 406 Supertourisme donated a 6-speed sequential gearbox.

The van's speed certainly didn't lag behind. It qualified 12th overall and third(!) in its class. Not to mention that it certainly stood out in a field full of contemporary BMW 3-series and French hot hatchbacks.

By the start of the race, the big white box was already the crowd favorite. Pascal Witmeur (who also happened to be one of the 806's three drivers) recounts:

“Every time we passed by Raidillon¹, people were applauding. The public liked it, because apart from being atypical, it was often on two wheels!"

¹ a corner on the Spa-Francorchamps track

Unfortunately, mechanical issues didn't take long to show up. The team ran into brake problems an hour into the race. The engine itself gave out before the 10-hour mark, leading to a DNF for the Peugeot.

Not that it mattered to the public though. The touring van single-handedly improved the image of all MPV's² - not just the French-Italian quadruplets. Peugeot of Belgium had 5000 posters printed - all of which were given away signed by Witmeur.

"For a few hours, I was more more famous than Johnny Hallyday³!"

he laughs, admitting it was likely that many workers from Peugeot's local Sevel Nord⁴ factory came to see the race.

² multi-purpose vehicles in case you don't know, European for "minivans"

³ iconic French singer, composer and actor, regarded as "the French Elvis Presley"

⁴ that's where the 806 was assembled. Note the logo on the side of the race car's front bumper!

The very same Peugeot 806 Procar is still around to this day. After the race, it was reportedly kept by one Jean-Pierre Montron - founder of Kronos Racing - until his passing. It went up for sale in 2020 (wherein it had a bunch of articles I could use as sources written about it) and again in late 2022, when it failed to sell at auction.

Thank you for reading <3

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#car things #long post #post i made #rambles

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 11 months

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Hey! I listened to the time traveler’s wife audiobook while walking on a treadmill to work out. I thought if it only because of it’s relation to non-sequential. I really loved what you did with the idea and all the twists and turns! I’m at a loss for something else to listen to and I’d greatly appreciate any suggestion you might have. Ideally something light… nothing dark because that would likely freak me out when walking to my car when it’s dark out after my treadmill time.

OK to be completely honest, I am mostly reading like full on smutty romance novels 😂🤣.

I am being extremely vulnerable by sharing these. Full disclosure: a lot of them are extremely smutty and most are fantasy based and some include just straight up monster fucking. NO ONE JUDGE ME, OK?!

Broken Bonds by J. Bree

Nora’s Kraken by Leigh Miller

Clecanian series by Victoria Aveline

Literally anything Kathryn Moon writes

Pack Darling by Lola Rock

Bears in Mind by Sam Hall

Bonded by Thorns by Elizabeth Helen

The Right Move by Liz Thomforde

Practice Makes Perfect by Sarah Adams

Buttttttttt… if you’re not looking for that, I have very few recs for you at the moment. But my reading is only going up these days so I’m sure I’ll have better recs for you soon. Also some of these are actually very dark lol. I’m sorry. But it’s all I have 🥲:

A Court of Thorns & Roses (series) by Sarah J. Maas

Currently in the middle of reading her other series Throne of Glass

A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summer

The Plated Prisoner (series) by Raven Kennedy

The Paris Apartment by Lucy Foley

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nflstreetsanimereviews · 1 year

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The Enjoyment of Rewatching Haruhi Suzumiya

There are often debates on social media and internet forums about which version of a series is the best–the anime or the manga? No matter the series, there are those who’ll argue until they’re blue in the face about which version is better. It’s a conversation that is, unfortunately to those who spend an extensive time engaging in, ultimately subjective–unless if you’re talking about trainwrecks such as EX-ARM or Stella Jogakuin Koutou-ka C³-bu, but that’s at the extreme end of the spectrum.

This also applies to light novels. ‘Anime vs. Light Novel’ usually doesn’t get the traction ‘Anime vs. Manga’ does, but it would be silly to imply that the discussion isn’t had. Anime based on light novels typically give off a different vibe than anime based on manga. There are also key details that’ll tell what an anime is based on. An isekai anime is probably going to be based on a light novel. A sports anime is probably going to be based on a manga. Some genres work better in more visual mediums, while others work better in the written word. The point is that fans of a certain genre are going to be attracted to certain mediums.

In the case of the Haruhi Suzumiya series, there are light novels, manga, movies, and even video games to go along with the anime. The Haruhi anime is one of the most iconic anime this millennium. It was the anime for a while, which is really amazing considering it aired in the same year with other hits such as Death Note, Code Geass, and Black Lagoon. It hasn’t had the continued popularity of Death Note or Code Geass, but Haruhi is still a hallmark of a bygone era in anime fandom.

When you think of Haruhi, you probably think of the anime. The thing is that it’s an adaptation–an adaptation of the Haruhi light novel series. While the light novel has sold millions of copies in Japan, I’ve rarely heard any Western anime fan talk about it. The Haruhi manga started being officially localized in English a year before the light novel was, even though it was originally released two years later than the light novel in Japan. I have to chalk that up to light novels not really having a following like manga does here.

Reading The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, the first volume of the eleven-volume series, I couldn’t help to think that I had a better time watching the Haruhi anime. Don’t get me wrong, the novel was good. A fun read. But compared to the anime, it’s just average.

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya is the chronological beginning of the Haruhi series–when the Haruhi anime was first aired, the order it was aired in was “Kyon order”. I tried looking into why that was, but all I got back was that it was aired that way so the anime would end on a high note (the end of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya arc). “Kyon order” is irrelevant to the plot–the only reason you’d want to watch it in that order is to ‘experience the anime the way it came out’. It’s nothing new, with the Haruhi light novel series also being released in non-sequential order, but it’s not the ideal way to watch Haruhi in my opinion at least.

“Haruhi order”, or the chronological order, is the way you’d watch the anime if you wanted it to make sense to you. Rather than it being spread throughout the season like in “Kyon order”, The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya is wrapped up by episode six. While I enjoy Kyoto Animation’s willingness to think outside the box when it comes to Haruhi, this watch order is the way it’s meant to be viewed.

Indeed, watching the Haruhi anime, I really had a good time. Airing in 2006, Haruhi was the beginning of KyoAni’s golden era. You only have to watch one episode to see why. The animation quality, while not the main draw to Haruhi, is still superb. Everyone–especially Haruhi, but also everyone, moves with so much life. Thankfully it doesn’t have the same art style as other KyoAni anime from the era such as Air, Kanon, and Clannad. That Key visual novel style is such an eyesore. In addition to excellent animation, there’s also the unforgettable soundtrack. Hits like this and this amplify any scene, and totally match the vibe that Haruhi gives off. The ability to adapt faithfully and not have to abridge it is a huge help as well. The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya is a fairly short novel, even by light novel standards. Six episodes are more than enough to adapt everything from the novel. KyoAni manages to fill that time and not make it feel like they’re stalling. It’s rare that a light novel volume gets six episodes to its name…most are lucky to get three!

Rewatching Haruhi, I have gained a newfound respect for it. Watching it the first time around, I liked the show, but I never got attached to it as so many others did. To be fair, I watched it originally in 2013, years after it was released, and years after it was ‘the big thing’ in the Western anime scene. The only thing different now, other than being ten years older and way more of an ‘anime veteran’ now, is that I have read the first Haruhi light novel. While the anime adapts pretty much everything from the light novel, reading the light novel first made the experience of watching the anime all that much better. It’s rare for me to improve my opinion of an anime by watching it the second time around–as time goes on and I get older (and presumingly more ‘mature’), my criteria for what I want to watch shifts. The dogshit harem anime I watched when I was a teenager and gave a 50/100 to would probably be a 20/100 today if I, for some reason, wanted to rewatch it. In the case of Haruhi, I gave it a 70/100 the first time around, but I can envision myself giving it a higher rating once the time comes.

For all intents and purposes, the anime adaptation of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya might be one of the best light novel adaptations I’ve ever seen. To be frank with you, as of writing this, I’m still only six episodes into my Haruhi rewatch–I’ll continue it after I’m done typing this, but six episodes in, I can already see KyoAni’s brilliance at work. Does that make Haruhi one of the best anime ever? Definitely not. Not yet at least (as I’m still only six episodes into my rewatch!).

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya is only an average light novel, not due to any fault of its own. It’s the nature of light novels; the first volume is used to introduce characters and setting. It’s only the first chapter of what theoretically could be an endless saga. In the case of Haruhi, there have been ten volumes written after The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, meaning we’re not even really into the meat and potatoes of it plotwise. The rather short length, even by light novel standards, doesn’t help either. But what The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya lacks in length, it makes up in substance. A reason why the Haruhi anime adaptation is so good is that it had such inspired source material. KyoAni does have a history of making anime that’s better than the source material–the Haruhi anime doesn’t embellish its source material. So far, I’m enjoying my Haruhi rewatch. Hell, maybe this time I’ll watch all of Endless Eight.

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sequinsmile-x · 10 months

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This is Our Place, We Make the Rules

A collection of mini-fics and one-shots of Hotchniss being domestic idiots in love.

Chapter 4 - Moving In

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Hi friends!!

I am back from being away for a few days. Here is a little something I've pulled together for you. I drove for 8 hours today and my brain is very tired so I'm sorry it's short <3

Just a reminder that this series is non-sequential :)

I hope you enjoy this cute fluff on this Thursday evening!

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Warnings: None!

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“What if he doesn’t want to?”

Aaron turns to look at his girlfriend sitting next to him on the couch. A smile flicks across his face as he watches her lift her hand to her mouth, her teeth already poised to tear at her cuticles. He catches her hand halfway and links it through his, kissing her knuckles before their joint hands fall to his lap.

“Sweetheart, it will be fine.”

There were so many things Aaron loved about Emily.

She was kind. Empathetic in a way he hadn’t known had existed before he knew her, the way she cared for the people she loved, as well as complete strangers, so strong he’d seen it be a detriment at times.

She loved him so fiercely, with so much of herself, he often wondered how he’d ever lived without it. They’d been together for 12 months, their friendship after she returned from Paris turning into something he’s sure had always been there. Feelings that had lingered just under the surface, thrumming under their skin when the other was nearby, until they found the right time.

Something they had both thought more than once had completely passed them by.

The thing Aaron loved the most about her, the thing that made him fall even more in love with her as time went on, was how much she loved his son.

Jack’s well-being had been her priority when they first got together. She’d pulled back from a kiss, a slightly dazed look in her eyes as she asked him about his son, about how he’d feel if they were together.

As if Jack hadn’t loved her longer than Aaron had himself. As if he didn’t seek her out every time he was sick or sad long before she’d become Aaron’s girlfriend, always begging his father to call her so she could come over and give him one of her ‘magic’ hugs.

“You can’t just say that, honey,” she says, biting her lower lip as she shakes her head, “This is a big deal. It would mean him moving from his home.”

They had recently started to discuss living together officially. For all intents and purposes, they’d actually been living together for as long as they’d been together. Aaron couldn’t remember the last time they’d spent a night apart. His closet was, more than, half full of her clothes, and her things, her favourite books and a photo of her, JJ and Penelope, had made its way over to the apartment he’d once only shared with his son.

He knew, that if he valued his life, it was best not to mention that. Well aware that it was best to let her take this at her own pace, which is why he had simply agreed when she first mentioned the idea of them moving in together a couple of weeks ago. They’d decided they wanted to find somewhere new - a house, a home for them and Jack, and whoever else might come along in the future, to grow together. To finally have the happy ending, the soft epilogue, they all deserved.

He just wished she’d believe that Jack wanted that too, that she’d relax and allow herself to enjoy the thought of their future as much as he was.

He hears the familiar thunder of his son’s footsteps down the hallway and he feels Emily grip his hand even tighter. He leans in and kisses her temple, repeating his previous words against her skin.

“It will be fine,” he pulls away and looks over his shoulder at his son, “Jack, buddy, can we talk to you for a minute?”

Jack nods and runs over, landing on the couch next to them, “Can we get pizza?”

Aaron chuckles and nods, “Yeah, we can get it later, but we need to talk to you first.”

Jack’s eyes go slightly wide, “Am I in trouble?”

Emily smiles and shakes her head, and Aaron feels her hold his hand impossibly tighter, “No, sweetie. Of course, you aren’t,” she assures him.

Aaron watches as Jack physically relaxes, Emily’s effect on him unmatched, and it warms him from the inside out, “You know Emily has been part of our family for a while now?” He asks, and Jack nods enthusiastically. Aaron feels Emily press her face into his shoulder, her shy smile something he can feel through his shirt, “Well we’ve been thinking it’s time for us to find somewhere bigger for us to live, and we wanted to know what you think.”

Jack furrows his brows a little, “Like a house?”

“Yeah, exactly like a house,” Emily says, smiling at him, “What do you think?”

Jack is silent for a moment as he contemplates it, “Will there be a backyard?”

Emily and Aaron look at each other for a second and exchange a small smile before they look back at the little boy in front of them, “Yeah, of course.”

“And I can have a swing set? One of those ones with a slide on it?”

Aaron hears Emily chuckle next to him, and he can feel the tension seeping out of her. “Yeah, sweetie. You can have a swing set.”

Jack shrugs nonchalantly as if it were truly that simple, “Okay. I’d like a house.”

He can’t help but smile as Emily opens her arms up and Jack immediately gets closer, folding himself up into her embrace. Aaron pulls them in and wraps his arms around both of them, dropping a kiss to both of their heads as he relaxes into it, his future as clear as it had ever been. The three of them and the kids he and Emily had spoken about, the dream they hadn’t dared to have even a couple of years ago one step closer to being a reality.

“You’re sure you’re okay with me living with you and Daddy all the time?” Emily asks, pulling back just enough to look at Jack, her fingers running through his messy hair.

Jack frowns and tilts his head at her, his brows furrowing together again, confusion written all over his face as he looks back and forth between her and his father.

“I thought you already did live with us.”

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