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My current hobby is catching up on shows I missed out on from a decade ago w an almost dead fandom. Anyway…

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Mature (Dr. Spencer Reid x College Student)

(Summary: The BAU gets a case that takes place near a college campus, and one student seems to catch Reid’s attention. There is a bit of an age gap. This is based during the end of Season 6. Warnings: Talk of cannibalism, gun violence)

“Remember class: Monday’s exam will have 150 questions and no makeups. Remember to study hard!”

My dental hygiene professor finally releases us, signaling the beginning of the weekend. It’s currently 5:30 on a sunny but crisp Friday in October. Nothing special, but the lack of leaves and chilly frosts makes it one of my favorite seasons. But I can’t take too much time to watch the weather- I’ve got work to do.

Of course I’m the only student who dares to sit in the front of the lecture hall, and I take my time to gather up my things as the others start filing out.

“You going to the game tonight?” One guys asks his friends.

“Yeah it’s gonna be sick! You’re bringing the beer, right?”

“Sure am! And what about-” He whispers: “The pot?”

Their conversation dies away as the walk out of the room, leaving me to shake my head in disappointment. No doubt their whole weekend will involve drinking, getting high, and possible sexual content. More than likely they’ll fail the exam.

“Merrian! Are you coming to the game?” I hear one classmate, Regina, ask.

“No, I can’t. I’m going for a jog and then starting my flashcards for the exam.”

Regina, one of the more popular and *cough* snobby girls gives me a fake smile. “Oh you never go to any social events! Why not give that brain a break and be a college student for once?”

I just shake my head and continue to look through my notes. “I am being a college student, only I’m being a smart one and actually trying to get through this class without depleting any brain cells through alcohol abuse.”

But my insult flies right over Regina’s head. She just keeps smiling, turns and walks away, leaving me (no surprise) alone again. But it appears today has something else in store, because the door opens and my professor walks back in leading a group of people who look way too professional for a place like this. The one that appears to be the leader is tall, dark-haired, and is wearing a traditional business suit. The man following next to him appears to be of Italian descent and is wearing a dark suit similar to the leader’s. Next is a blonde woman wearing- quite honestly, one of the most unique outfits I’ve ever seen. It’s a purple and blue patterned dress, hot pink heels, and a big purple bow with her hair in pigtails (it almost puts my current Veronica Sawyer gray skirt and blue blazer outfit to shame). Another man is bald with darker skin and a more athletic build, wearing a more laid-back style of clothing, obviously the muscle of the group. And last behind him is- huh. He’s a lot younger (and much cuter) than the others, one might say a few years older than me. He’s dark-haired like the other men and wearing slacks with a white shirt with a gray vest and blue tie, almost matching me. But what stands apart from his attire is the pistol tucked in a holster attached to his belt. It’s almost like the one I’ve got tucked under my skirt (for protection, of course). Are these guys from the police station? They don’t look like local authorities.

But sadly I’m still in the front and am caught looking.

“Who’s the model?” The blonde with pigtails asks, making me turn pink.

My professor finally notices me. “Oh yes. This is Merrian, one of my students. She’s just packing up-”

“On the contrary, it might be nice to have a younger person’s opinion on this matter,” the Italian agent speaks.

A younger opinion?

“By the way, I love your blazer!” The blonde squeals and rushes over to get a better look.

I title my head. “Not too bad yourself, Barbie.”

But the leader doesn’t seem too impressed. “At ease, Garcia. Remember why we’re here.”

The blonde nods and backs off, leaving me facing the group head-on.

“Is she trustworthy? We need to keep this as confidential as possible,” the athlete says.

My professor nods her head. “Merrian is one of the most dedicated students I have. I guarantee she’ll give you her best effort.”

“Very well.” The leader steps forward to shake my hand. “I’m FBI Agent Hotchner of the BAU. These are Agents Rossi, Morgan, Garcia, and Dr. Reid.” He points to each agent, and when he introduces Agent Reid I can’t help but notice his body language shifts. He keeps playing with his hands and changing his footing, and isn’t as relaxed as the other agents. Maybe he just drank coffee.

I give a small wave. “Hello. So, what is it you guys do? Obviously you’re a government department but I’ve never really paid attention to that stuff.”

“Don’t you watch the news?” The blonde ‘Garcia’ asks.

“Nope.”

This answer gets me surprised reactions, especially from Reid. 

“Why not?”

Yes, he’s definitely younger. His voice reminds me of the smart nerd type, but with my educational history I’ve never actually been able to meet many smart guys so it’s very new to hear this.

I shrug. “Ignorance is bliss. I figure if there’s something that’s truly important that’ll affect me then I’ll hear about it sooner or later. I try not to let the fear that strands from current events control my life.”

“Ok. Then to catch you up, we have a potential threat that’s been sited near the edge of town. There’s a man who’s been catching people in hunting traps and then eating them.”

Uh- Oh my! Was not expecting that. 

I try to keep a steady face. “Alright. So what does this have to do with me?”

“Your current study of dental work, plus the unsub seems to prefer female victims,” Reid speaks up. “There’s one witness who managed to escape his trap, but not before he bit her. We’ve been able to analyze the teeth marks, but it doesn’t match the correct dental records. They show the unsub’s supposed to be someone who died 10 years ago. We checked the death certificate and sure enough the body’s buried in a nearby cemetery. Do you have any ideas why?”

I take a deep breath and try to piece together what I’ve learned so far. I’ve only been in this program for a year, but that doesn’t mean I’m useless.

“Take your time,” Agent Rossi assures. “It doesn’t have to be much, just anything we might have missed-”

I snap. “I got it! Have any of you guys ever seen the movie The Whole Nine Yards with Bruce Willis?”

Most shake their heads, but then Reid seems to follow my idea.

“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that? Brilliant, Marrian!”

“Excuse me, mind letting us in on your inside joke?” Agent Morgan questions.

“At the end of the movie, they modify another body’s teeth to match Bruce Willis’ character and then burn it in a fire so the mafia will think he’s dead. What if this unsub had dental work done so he couldn’t be traced? ” My explanation starts the agents sparking up new conversations, leaving me to believe I might have actually just helped solve an FBI case.

“I know it’s not the type of professional answer you might have wanted.”

“That’s just the kind of insight we were looking for,” Agent Hotchner finally addresses me. “Thank you, Merrian. We’ll be sure to stay in touch and inform you if this threat is neutralized.”

He walks out, followed by Morgan. But the others linger for a moment.

“You’re taking all of this surprisingly well,” Rossi points out. “Ever consider becoming a profiler?”

I chuckle. “I did once, a few years ago. Sociology is one of my favorite subjects to learn, but I’ve just used that as a hobby. When I looked further into the job description I decided I wanted a career that wouldn’t take so much out of my free time. So for now I’m sticking with dental hygiene.”

He nods. “Well if you change your mind, here’s my card.” He hands me his contact info and exits after the other 2 agents.

“Tell me- where did you get your shoes?” Garcia asks when she points to my feet.

“Oh. Um, Goodwill actually.” I’m a bit embarrassed to say I’m a thrifter, but in college all money must go to classes.

“They’re so cute! I’ll email you my list of favorite thrift websites later,” she remarks as she walks to the door. 

“B- But Agent Garcia you don’t have my email-?”

“I’ll find it.” She winks. “And call me Penelope!”

She gives Reid a smirk and shuts the door, leaving me alone with the last agent.

“I gotta ask, how old are you?”

My blunt question doesn’t seem to be new to him. “30.”

I was right!

“Sorry for asking, but it’s just very different-”

“To see someone like me on a government bureau team,” he finishes. “It’s ok, lots of people ask. I could say the same thing about you.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

He mirrors my confusion. “Aren’t you close to my age?”

“I’m 22.”

Reid’s eyes widen. “No way! You look- I mean, you seem- Um… you don’t act 22.”

I chuckle and go to grab my backpack. “I get that a lot. My mom says I’m more mature than most people my age, which means I have to be forced to associate with immature peers. I just hope other people never assume I’m the typical college type. You know, drugs, drinking, sex, procrastination. I’ve never even gone to one party. I apologize for the idiots you might come across here.”

I expect the FBI agent to leave it at that and go off to find his team, but instead he jogs up behind and walks with me down the hall.

“No I don’t see you like that, it’s just… you’re definitely more mature, and seem more clear-headed than the other students I’ve seen here so far.

I hold my head back and laugh. “Oh, no. By no means am I as smart as you might think. I have what I call ‘selective knowledge.’ I never picked just one topic I like, so I find bits and pieces of information about all kinds of topics. But not too much in depth that I’m an expert. With what I know about you so far I’d say you’re way more smart.”

He looks down. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Spill it. What’s your education background?”

“Um… I’ve got PhDs in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering. Bachelor’s in psychology, sociology, and in the process of one in philosophy.”

I stop dead in my tracks and turn to look at him with wide eyes. “And you’re downplaying that? Jesus, you’ve got more knowledge stuffed in your brain then I’d ever have in 5 lifetimes! Why choose a job in the BAU?”

He considers this. “I find that I do some of my best work under intense terror.”

I nod. “It’s nice to know what type of job works best. I’ve jumped around different jobs, and still haven’t found one that fits right. As for the terror thing, props to you for dealing with that on a daily basis.”

Dr. Reid seems surprised. “Hm. You don’t mind crazy talk, do you?”

I stifle a laugh and hold the next door open for him to pass. “‘Crazy talk?’ What’s that?”

“Talking about subjects that any random passerby would find odd, like murder or psychological disease.”

“You’re talking to someone who watches The Conjuring as a comfort film. I don’t call that crazy talk, I call that enjoyable conversation,” I smile cheekily as he walks past me through the doorway. “You gonna go find your team now?”

Reid clears his throat and bites his lip. “Well, um… Since the unsub’s been sighted near the city I should make sure to get you to your dorm safely.”

This unsub must be pretty dangerous for him to be this anxious. Or is it something else that’s got him so worried? I must say it feels nice to have a smart guy to talk with who’s actually taking the time to make sure I’m safe instead of daring me to chug a beer.

“Aw, that’s sweet. But I don’t live in a dorm, I live in a small rented room downtown.”

“Really? I guess you really aren’t like normal students. So where are you going now?”

Is he asking professionally or out of curiosity?

“There’s a secret spot I have in the theatre lab. Dark and quiet with a nice table. Good for studying.”

He perks up. “Dark? Do you think you could show me?”

I shrug and start leading him to the lab, pushing my sleeve back to check my watch. “Sure, just don’t tell anyone. I like having a place where stupidity is at a minimum.”

Reid gets a wide grin on his face and follows eagerly. “Your secret’s safe with me. It’s kind of embarrassing but lately I’ve been dealing with- Oh my gosh! Are you hurt?”

I follow his gaze to my arm, which has gauze wrapped around it. I’m surprised he noticed- usually people don’t give it a second thought.

“Wha-? Oh, no. I donated plasma earlier today and have to keep this on for 2 hours.”

“I see. Do you get paid?”

“Yup. If they’re willing to pay me to sit in a chair for an hour, money is money. Gotta pay the college bills somehow. So what have you been dealing with?”

“Right. Um, I’ve had these headaches for a while now and none of the doctors I’ve seen can tell me what’s wrong. They’re triggered by bright lights, so that’s why I like to find dark places to think.”

Hearing this makes me sad, especially since a nice guy like him shouldn’t have to go through something like that.

“Then don’t have me keep ya waiting. Here we are!”

Now we’re at the theatre lab and when I open the door to let him in, Reid . “So then how are you liking your dental hygiene clinicals?”

I set my backpack down and switch a small light on. “I like it, but it’s more of a job that pays well and allows me free time. Next summer I’m looking into a program that gives me a certificate in culinary pastry design-” I stop myself before I start ranting. “Sorry, I don’t mean to talk your ear off. People don’t always listen this long so I usually just talk to keep away any awkward silence. Americans are intimidated by it, you know.”

Agent Reid just nods and sits down on a nearby stool. “I don’t mind. I like hearing you talk.”

“But it’s not as intellectual as you’re used to.”

“Maybe not, but- how should I describe it? You’re like a funfetti cake.”

Reid’s analogy makes me giggle and give him an odd look. “Um, thanks? How so?”

“Because you’re not just one flavor. You bring a sprinkling of all different topics, and none of them are boring or immature. Go ahead, continue.” Reid sits back as if he’s sitting in for a lecture, and I’m the teacher.

“Um… ok. So anyways, between work, school, and all my other hobbies it’s no surprise when I keep telling my mom I haven't gone on a date-”

“Wait, seriously?” Reid interrupts. “You’ve never gone on a date?”

I try to ignore the heat rushing to my cheeks and go turn on the music speaker. “Never got a chance to. Back in high school I was more introverted and read all the time. Now no one wants to be around a boring, mature college student who dresses… like this.” I gesture to my unusual outfit.

“Hm. I’d think you would’ve been able to find at least one decent guy.”

I’m not sure if he’s kidding or just trying to be nice.

“Don’t make me laugh. Even the few guys I’ve talked to see me as a colleague or acquaintance, not even friendship status. I’ve steered clear of all the red flags and bad habits college kids typically get into, and it’s gotten me this far. All I’ve got is some family, my cat, and my brain.”

Reid doesn’t say anything, and a part of me is glad for it while the other half is a nervous wreck. While I don’t want to really get into the details of my miserable social life, at the same time I’m strangely anxious about what the handsome doctor thinks of me.

“It’s the musical season, isn’t it? I can tell you’re a fan.” How does he-? “I’m guessing on account of the Newsies sticker on your water bottle and your outfit that resembles Veronica Sawyer from Heathers.”

A smile grows on my face. “Oh! A profiling genius and a theatre fan! You’ve got quite the brain, Dr. Reid.”

“I actually only recently got interested in it after watching one of Garcia’s plays- oh! You actually remembered!” Reid scratches his head and smiles. “Thanks, that means a lot.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“People don’t always address me by my full title. So what’s on your agenda now?” He seems to rethink and adds: “Not that I’m being nosy!”

His curiosity isn’t uncomfortable for me. If anything it’s nice to have someone take an interest.

“I was going to practice for musical auditions, but since you’re here I’ll just do some homework.”

“Oh I don’t mind! Really! I won’t laugh, promise,” Reid says sincerely.

“No, no. I do my best work alone, as always.”

He frowns. “That’s not a healthy mindset.”

I chuckle darkly. “I’m not exactly the ‘teamwork makes the dreamwork’ kinda gal. I’ve always done best on my own, so I don’t argue it-”

“Attention, attention!” The intercom starts blasting an alarm overhead. “There has been a potential shooter spotted near the edge of campus. All students, staff, and visitors are to head immediately towards a sheltered area. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill!”

Agent Reid immediately goes alert and checks his pistol. “We better get to a more secure location. Come with me!”

He goes for the door, but I don’t see a reason to leave.

“No, you go find your team. I’ll stay here. It’s a hidden spot, anyway.”

But Reid shakes his head with concern and takes my hand. “No, I can’t allow that. If the unsub is here he’ll go after you. You’re his type, Marrian, and I won’t let you get hurt.” 

Wow. I’m sure he’s just doing his job. Still it’s becoming incredibly difficult to ignore the growing affection for the geeky agent. And it doesn't help that normally I’m a very anti-touching person. 

He pulls out a cell phone and dials a number. “Hotch, this is Reid. What’s your location?” After a few moments he says: “Yes, I’m here with the student we interviewed in the theatre lab. We’ll meet you there. Yeah I know, we’ll be careful.” Reid seems to notice my slight reaction to his physical touch and his hold tightens. “I need you to stick close to me, understand?” 

I nod and follow him out. “This is… definitely not what I planned for a regular Friday evening, but as my mom always says I need to stay open-minded. Lead the way, Dr. Reid!”

His stern face lightens by a fraction. “Um, you can call me Spencer if you want.”

Is- Is he trying to flirt? Seriously, I wouldn’t know. Somebody tell me!

“Isn’t that less professional? I thought you FBI guys were all suits and no humor.”

He doesn’t answer and triple-checks the hallway before signaling the all-clear. We quietly make our way to the main office, and the whole time I’m trying to ignore Reid’s hand clutching mine. 

“We'll be able to-”

“Look out!” I push Spencer out of the way just as a bullet flies past my head, but I’m not too lucky with the second one. It buries itself in my left shoulder blade and the sudden force sends me crashing to the cold floor.

“Oh my God!” Reid shouts and kneels down to address my wound.

“Well hello, my pretty,” a deep sinister voice chuckles. A figure in a black hood lurks out from the corner, with a hunting rifle pointed directly at Spencer.

“I’ve gone too far this time, too far to disappear. But I’ve got one more chance, right? That’s right.” He points at me, the gun wedged pointed on his shoulder. “I’ve been watching you, girly. And I like you. Your healthy diet is most delightful, and…” He gets a twisted look with a sinister smile on his face. “Such a pretty face…”

“You leave her alone!” Reid speaks sternly. 

I turn to find him pointing his pistol at the unsub, but the man just laughs.

“My my, Dr. Reid. You’ve grown quite attached to this woman. I’m almost sad to have to kill her and end such a blooming young love.”

Love? I don’t know who this guy thinks he is, but he’s creeping me out! Still not what I planned for a regular Friday evening… 

The unsub starts to creep closer, and before I know it I’m backed against the wall with Spencer at my right.

“Don’t you touch her!” Reid shouts. “Stand back or I will shoot!”

“Oh no you won’t, Dr. Reid!” The unsub turns angry. “You won’t, or else I will skip my evening meal and blow a hole in this girl’s brain right now!”

He’s going to kill me… Eat me… Oh God. But I can’t let him hurt Spencer. His life is worth a thousand times more, and I couldn’t stand to see him get hurt.

The unsub is still focused on Spencer, so while he’s distracted I slowly inch my hand towards my skirt, almost to my concealed pistol-

Bam!

The unsub fires what seems like a warning shot and in the sudden chaos Reid fires his gun too. Reid doesn’t get shot, and instead his own bullet buries itself in the unsub’s calf. He stumbles out of sight around the corner.

“Quick! In here!” Reid pulls me into a nearby classroom and shuts the door. “Are you in pain?”

Yes! Every inch of skin in my shoulder is screaming at me and the adrenaline is starting to wear off, allowing the pain to escalate. But I need Reid to focus on the task at hand.

“I’m fine. I’m fine…” My head starts to feel dizzy and I put a hand to my shoulder, pulling it away to find it covered in blood.

“No you’re not fine. Here-” Spencer takes off his tie and does a makeshift tourniquet near my acromial region. “It won’t last long, but it’s the best I can do.” He kneels down and starts searching through his pockets. “I’m all out of bullets!”

“My… my skirt. Under my skirt…” 

He lifts the fabric up to reveal my pistol. “When did you get that?”

“Since I turned 21, but I’m too dizzy to shoot it. Take it!” Reid removes my pistol from its holster, using careful hands to show modest intentions. “Now go. Go stop him.”

“But if you don’t keep appropriate pressure on it then you could bleed out!”

“Just go! I’ll figure it out. I don’t care if I pass out, you gotta go stop him and end this.”

I’m pretty sure Reid’s now speaking through panic mode. “No you can’t die! I still need to ask you out!” Did I hear that right?

“You- what? I think I’m starting to blank out. You need to what?”

But Reid doesn’t answer. He just rubs a hand through his messy hair in frustration, while all I can do is slowly slip in and out of consciousness. When he’s decided his next move he leans down and kisses my forehead, and if it weren’t such an unusual situation I’d actually have butterflies in my stomach.

“I’ll be right back, Merrian. I promise.”

And just like that he sprints out. I don’t know how long it’s been, but soon I hear gunshots in the hall and all I can do before I pass out is pray that Spencer’s ok…

“She’s lost a lot of blood, but she’ll live.”

“Quiet an injury. She’s lucky you were with her.”

“And where is she going to?”

My mind buzzes to life and I start to become aware of my surroundings, opening my eyes to find myself in a hospital bed. My arm has an IV. More than likely they’ve given me morphine for pain control. But the biggest relief is when I see Reid talking to one of the doctors at the foot of the bed.

“Spencer… you’re ok,” I croak through a groggy voice.

He notices I’m awake and quickly rushes over to give me a gentle hug. I see he has no wounds, another relief.

“God Merrian, I’m so sorry. I was supposed to protect you-” He whispers into my hair.

“No, don’t worry about me. You did all you could, Spencer. Is the unsub taken care of?”

He nods repeatedly. “Yeah. I shot him dead right after I left, but by the time I got back you’d already blacked out-”

“Excuse me sir,” the doctor steps forward. “I’m afraid she has to be transferred now.”

I look up with wide eyes. “Transferred? Where? What do you mean?”

“The bullet nicked one of your main arteries,” the doctor explains in a calm voice. “We don’t have the proper tools or expertise to perform the surgery on your shoulder, so you are being transferred to Grand Rapids.

“Then I’m going with her,” Reid pipes up.

“I’m sorry sir, but unless you are a guardian or next of kin then you cannot accompany the patient-”

“She’s the victim of a BAU unsub. That makes this a government matter so I should be able to find an excuse to go-”

“No you can’t, Reid.”

We all turn and find Agent Hotchner, along with the rest of the BAU team, walking into the room.

“We’ve been called back to Quantico. I’m afraid you need to say your goodbyes now.”

Spencer and I exchange disappointed looks, but I figure good things must come to an end. All this unsub business is enough excitement to last me a long time, even though I am sad to see the handsome agent go.

“I’ll be fine, Spencer.” I give him a small smile. “Go do what you do best.” 

He nods, seeming to debate something in his head. “I- I’m glad I got to meet you, Merrian.”

I chuckle. “I should be the one saying that about you, the great Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Spencer returns my laughter and takes my hand again. “Feel better. I know from personal experience that recovering from a gunshot is no easy task. I’ll come visit as soon as I have free time. And… I’d like to take you out sometime, maybe someplace where you won’t get shot?”

His question is asked as if it’s a simple classroom inquiry, but it’s making my heart jump (unfortunately shown by the heartbeat monitor). I can tell Reid’s nervous just as I am, but I know it’s all part of the dating ritual.

“I’d like that.”

He cocks his head. “What part?”

“The not being shot part is definitely a perk, but I’d like to finally go on my first date. With you.”

Spencer gets excited and I can already see the wheels spinning in his head just as Agent Hotchner calls for Reid to get going.

“I- I’ll see you later, then! Hope you won’t mind me ranting about literature by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?”

I squeeze his hand just as the paramedics start to get me ready to leave. “It’s a date, Spencer.”

Reid’s POV

The ride on the Jet is quiet, and as usual I chose to read alone in a corner. This time I’ve chosen Hallowe'en Party by Agatha Christie, most appropriate for the upcoming holiday in a few weeks.

“Hey loverboy! You gonna join us for a card game?” Morgan smirks from the table. “Or is your head too fuzzy thinking about your new friend?”

“You do know I could still beat you, right?” I ask matter-of-factly.

“Screw cards! I wanna hear all about the boy genius’ new girlfriend!” Garcia giggles.

I just shake my head and turn back to my book, ignoring their gossiping chatter. I won’t let their teasing get to me. Ever since Emily died my mind’s been in a fog, but meeting Merrian seemed to snap me back into reality. Give me something to hope for. All I know is I can’t wait to get time off so I can see her again…

#criminal minds #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #criminal minds fandom

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Westeros couples with large age gaps

Okay, today I want to write about the age gap among Westeros couples. This will be a long post. I got this idea after seeing a post calling Daemon a pedophile for the hundredth time. I would understand if this was written by people who are concerned about Rhaenyra’s well-being, but no. The authors of such statements are most often green fans who don’t care about Rhaenyra and are looking for another reason to write nasty things about Daemon.

The sexual relationship between Daemon and Rhaenyra began when the princess was 15 and the prince 31. From a modern point of view, this is terrible, I admit. If I had a daughter, I would never have allowed her to have a relationship with such a big age difference when she was 15. But at that time, others were more embarrassed by the fact of an extramarital affair than by the fact of an extramarital affair. age difference. Rhaenyra was lucky in a way. I mean, before the war, Daemon was good to her. They spent a lot of time together, expensive gifts, compliments. Maesters love to discuss Daemon and Rhaenyra's relationship during the war, but before the war there was not a single mention of adultery in the ten years of marriage. Moreover, shortly before the war, Daemon and Rhaenyra conceived another child, and the entire time the princess was carrying Visenya, her husband was always nearby. And even at 49 years old, Daemon was still an attractive man.

Let's look at other couples.

Rhaenys and Corlys. The age difference between them is 21 years. Corlys is older than Rhaenys's father, Prince Aemon. But this did not bother anyone. The princess's grandfather himself, King Jaehaerys, approved of this marriage and stated that Rhaenys could not have chosen a better man. And Rhaenys was only 16 years old, while Corlys was 37 years old. She was his wife almost all her life. 39 years of marriage.

What do you think of the age difference between Corlys and the mother of his illegitimate sons? 44 years old. My grandfather was 44 when I was born. And it wasn’t even a one-night stand, since there were two children. The boys lived with their mother in the village, while Corlys did nothing for the boys' well-being over the years, as he was too afraid of his wife's reaction.

Next up are Princess Daella Targaryen and Lord Rodrik Arryn, who are 21 years apart in age. I admit, I don't feel any animosity towards this couple. After all, thanks to them, Aemma Arryn was born, and after Rhaenyra Targaryen. But there are some points that confuse me. First, the reasons why Daella chose Lord Arryn is that he reminds her of her father. The second thing is that, according to Alysanne, Rodrik loved the princess for many years and did not hide it. I'm sorry, many years? Daella was 16 when the wedding took place. How old was Daella when a thirty-year-old man and father of four children liked her? There's an even better question. If Alysanne knew that the councilman was in love with her daughter, who was younger than his own eldest daughter, then why didn't she do anything?

What will people say about Lady Baela Targaryen and Thaddeus Rowan, who was 40 years older than the girl? Here is his description.

"Lord Rowan is forty years my senior, bald as a stone, with a belly that weighs more than I do."

Every girl's dream, isn't it? Fortunately, Baela was able to avoid such a marriage, but Floris Baratheon was not so lucky. Thaddeus was 42 years older than the girl, and Floris herself got married at 14. To make matters worse, a few years later the poor girl died during childbirth.

What about between the engagement between Princess Viserra Targaryen and Lord Theomore Manderly, who was 30-40 years older than the bride? To make matters worse, he outlived four of his wives and had several heirs. Viserra would be doomed to spend the rest of her life in a foreign land, with an old and ugly husband, and her children, if they were born, would not receive any inheritance. I just can’t believe that such a marriage was arranged for a girl by her own mother.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen (daughter of Aegon the Unworthy) at the age of 15 married Prince Maron Martell, who was 14-25 years older than her. The marriage was an arranged one and, according to GRRM, Daenerys herself was in love with her illegitimate brother Daemon Blackfire. But at least it seems that Maron was kind to his wife, and Daenerys herself became the wife of the Prince of Dorne. I would like to believe that Daenerys was able to find happiness in this marriage.

Lysa Tully was born between 266 and 268. Her first husband, Jon Arryn, was born between 218 and 220. The age difference between them is almost fifty years. Jon was old enough to be a father to Hoster Tully, Lysa's father. I have never felt love for Lysa Arryn, but I feel sorry for her. She was unhappy almost all her life, and due to her past abortion, she was unable to become a mother for a long time. Jon was kind to wife and their marriage gave Lysa power over the Valley, but still the power did not make Lysa happy.

Daenerys Targaryen and Khal Drogo. Their age difference is somewhere between 15-20 years. GOT tried to romanticize this couple, but I don’t see romance. I apologize to the fans of this couple. But Dany is a real victim of Stockholm syndrome. I really feel sorry for fourteen-year-old Daenerys, who convinced herself that there was great love between her and Drogo.

Lord Walder Frey and his eighth wife Lady Joyeuse Erenford. Attention, the age difference between them is 74 years! Walder is an old and rude old man who has more than ten heirs. The poor girl will just waste her youth on her husband and be unhappy all her life.

Larra Rogare and Prince Viserys Targaryen. Their age difference is only seven years. Not as much as previous couples. Everything would not be so bad if Viserys was 16 years old and Larra 23, but no. When the couple got married, the prince was only 12 years old, and at 13 he became a father. This is normal?!

The next couple will surprise everyone. This is Maegor Targaryen and Ceryse Hightower, who was 10 years older than her husband. Then again, if Maegor was 16 and Ceryse was 26, everything would be fine. But Maegor was only thirteen. At that time, he had not yet become a murderer of relatives and a usurper, he was a child. Problematic, but still a child. I blame Aegon and Visenya for allowing their son to marry so early rather than wait at least two or three more years.

The point is that in Westeros marriages with large age differences constantly occurred. This is truly terrible. Some were able to find happiness in their marriage, some avoided it, some remained unhappy for the rest of their lives. This post may seem chaotic to some, but don't judge me. I got sick a little bit.

#daemyra #only books #just my thoughts #fans of the following couples #please don't kill me #team black #asoiaf #fire and blood

[raidenbuddha]

Jack Hanma: Beauty and the beast

A/N: Hello there, I hope you enjoy this original fanfic about Jack hanma and an Oc. I would love recommendations too! (Includes smut and fluff)

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It was only just recently that Rosaline Hammer moved to Japan from the islands to start a new life… She couldn’t stay away from fighting though. She needed the money, but moreover wanted to keep pursuing her passions. That was when Rosaline heard about the up and coming fighting event ran by the ShinShinkai Dojo.

As a newcomer/foreigner, she had never heard of this dojo, even back in the islands. If the dojo had over 200 branches, why had she not? Regardless she was hesitant to sign up as she was a woman, but surprisingly she was allowed to participate the event. Rosaline wasn’t one to be intimidated, however when seeing that no woman signed up except for her, she knew it would be a challenge. She liked a challenge.

For weeks she’d trained on end. Her fighting style was composed of Hawaiian Mokomoko boxing and Silat, both effective in elusiveness and physical punches. At the beach she’d train in the sand practicing footwork and punch down trees, and in the gym she would bench over 600 pounds! All to go back to a lifestyle she thought she left, well partly..

When she arrived at the Shinshinkai lobby, she was was greeted by Mr. Tokugawa. “Why hello there! You must be our female champion Rosaline Hammer?” “Hola! Yes I am and you are?” “Mr Tokugawa, I practically run the place.” He said with a cheeky grin. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself Mitsunari.” spoke a strange bald man with a sly grin.

“Ay why if course!” He laughed. “And who might you be?” “The owner. Mr. Doppo Orochi’s the name.”

“Really!? I remember around a decade ago I’d witnessed a man take down the largest crocodile in my village with a similar name!”

“That’s me alright.. hope you enjoyed the show.” “It’s what inspired me to become a martial artist.” “Isn’t that an amazing coincidence doppo. Well she must get going now. Follow me to the waiting room.” “Alright Mr. Tokugawa was it?”

Her heart was racing so fast, it practically was beating out of her chest. As she followed this short old man she’d seen at least 100 karate students practicing. It gave her an opportunity to reminisce on her days as a Mokomoko teacher. Suddenly Rosaline, was brought out of her trance. “We’re here Ms. Hammer! I hope you enjoy the matches and don’t beat up those Boys too bad!” He joked.

“If they put up enough a fight I won’t. Thank you for leading the way Mr. Tokugawa.” “Anytime dear.” As soon as she stepped into the room she could feel hundreds of eyes on her. But it wasn’t like she’d already started sizing up every single man in the room. Her eyes suddenly landed on this beast of a man. He must have been at least 8’0 tall!

This dangerous looking blond man was competing in an arm wrestle with an extremely large man. Was wide the word? As soon as she made eye contact with him Rosalie knew he was the one to beat. He flashed her a toothy grin and then his opponent who he’d beaten instantly after.

Deciding to walk up to him and introduce herself was the best option in her eyes. “Hola. quieres pelear con los brazos?” “Excuse me?” Said the blond man. “Sorry, do you want to arm wrestle me?” “Haha!! You really think you can take me on? Bring it!!” He had never thought this 5’2 woman could defeat him in a matter of 30 seconds.

She had struggled, but not as much as he had. “AGAIN!” He roared. She won again and again. “Why don’t we stop this madness” she teased. “I’m Rosaline hammer! Pleasure to meet you.” “Huh.. This is bullshit! You beat me and have my name too.” “Well fake name. I’m jack Hanma.”He muttered. “Doesn’t that make us more compatible?” “Excuse me?!” He laughed slightly blushing.

“ I look forward to defeating you on the battle field. Adios Guapa Rubio.” Dumbfounded jack sat there but with a newfound spark in his eyes. One of anger, lust, and one that everyone could see that he’d make her his one day.

Her first fight was against a man named Atsushi suedo. Rosaline decided he was not a threat so she hadn’t used Silat on him. (Disabling him as quickly as possible) Instead the ferocious woman knocked him out in three punches. Back in the islands shed learned the ancient art of Mokomoko. One to trash talk and two repeatedly hit the opponents head and dodge their attacks.

Then she fought two more men, matches which she won. She gathered they were adjacent to shinshinkai. “Are they all from here? I need to fight more people.” She said.

That wasn’t ever the goal what about a new life

The last she was going up against was none other than Katsumi Orochi. “In this round we have none other Than THE katsumi orochi and THE ISLAND CHAMPION ROSALINE HAMMER!!!” “A champion are you? Surprising. I like a strong woman though.” “Well aren’t you pretty? Your neck is as thick as your eyebrows.” “I u-uh.”

In that moment she’d landed a kick to the pressure points in the back of his left knee. “Don’t let your guard down pretty boy.” “Wow…” this woman is amazing thought katsumi. Once again she evaded his punches until he’d used the Mach punch on her left arm. “FUCKK!!” They both yelled. Her arm was injured but his hand was destroyed. She fell to the ground but not before kicking him so hard in the stomach he flew back. “God I just Love you.” You joked. “I love you more!” Jack didn’t know why but his hard skipped a beat at that. He knew about the sarcasm occurring but katsumi was flushed red and still had a giant smirk. Anyone would be lucky to face her.

“Ay Maldita seya.. I’m bleeding now. Looks like I’ll have to make you pay.” As Katsumi walked back to attack her she sprinted at him in the blink of an eye. Jumping 20 feet into the air over him, when she landed he was instantly knocked out by her kick. “AND THE WINNER IS ROSALINE HAMMER!!”

She placed a small kiss on Katsumi’s forehead and walked off. “Shouldn’t underestimate a lady.. Adios Pretty boy.” The crowd went absolutely wild for this woman. In two weeks there was going to be the next small tournament and Jack would do anything to get a chance to fight her.

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“Jack my boy, I heard about your little mishap at the tournament. Lucky enough for you your championship match is against that girl. I think your kids would be absolute monsters.. just like us.. don’t let that one slip away.” “Don’t ever compare me to you.” “I won’t” he whispered. As Yujiro walked away with the most menacing grin you’ve ever seen jack was torn.

He’d only met this girl once, but was head over heels for her. Jack knew he would do anything for this girl.. fight her and love her.

“JACK HANMA!” “That’s who I’m fighting. The man who got his face torn off by pickle. I wonder how is he? Haven’t seen him since he left the island after we fought each other and.. this guy though seems legit. Pretty handsome too.” Said rose to her best friend over the Phone. “But if he’s legit then cant he really hurt you?” “Not if I hurt him first!”

“Bestie, I-I have a question.. is jun back?”

“Last I heard he’s broken out of prison, but he hasn’t turned up yet.”

“T-thanks bendićion.”

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“Que Tu haces pretty boy?” “Nothing. Just waiting for our match.” Spoke jack in return. “Well are you excited I sure am. My arms healed up thanks to kureha.” “Hmph.. Say do you wanna go out with me sometime?” “I u-uh.. if you win and if I win you have to give me something I want. To start however, here’s my number.” She said with a smile.

“you got some nice teeth Rosaline. Ya like mine?” He flashed his signature grin. “Are those titanium?” “Sure are.” “I look forward to beating you short stuff.” “We’ll see.”

“ON ONE END WE HAVE THE ROSALINE HAMMER THE GREATEST FEMALE MARTIAL ARTIST FROM JAPAN TO THE CARIBBEAN!!” “ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE WE HAVE JACK HAMMER!!!”

“I thought it was Hanma?” “Ya gotta listen more I already told you that’s my fake/ stage name.” “I thought it matched well enough for this match too.” “Oh really?” She felt her face go red. She was always one to flirt with men openly even if she didn’t like them. But this man made her feel some time of way.. there’s only one other man who ever has done the same.

“FIGHTTTT!!!!”

“Are your moves as good as they appear?” “Sure are.. im also good at wrestling I’ll have to show you sometime. Preferably in a bed.” he said winking. “GYAH!” she squealed. She sprinted at him full speed kicking him, but it only sent him around five feet backwards. “Gonna have to do better than that sweetheart.” He replicated the move but Rosalie was sent flying backwards. Is this how her opponents always felt? She thought.

When she got back up jack was already in front of her and punched her in the stomach. They traded blows to the face, jaw, stomach but neither one budged. She couldn’t even disable his pressure points. The least she was able to do was dodge. After jack punched her in her arms Rosalie decided that was the time to bring out the special moves. Suddenly she started humming confusing him and everyone else. The tune sounded mystic but that of ocean and air..

“Put the rum aside.. Burn the iron.” She sang

Jack was stricken with fear/ intrigue when he’d seen her eyes glow red and hair stand on end.

Jun Guevara taught me this one

She reached towards the ground an smeared the dirt on her face. Rosaline had reached the third part of her final form… “don’t give in to satisfaction!” She sang again Then she violently KICKED JACK SQUARE IN THE STOMACH making him fly into the air and land on his back stunned.

Are you scared now?

“MRS HAMMER HAS JUST WON!!” Yelled the announcer. “oh we aren’t married!” She said embarrassed. “Hehe..”

“That was an amazing match Mrs. Hammer!” said mr Tokugawa. “Mrs why does everyone assume that?!” “You two look good together is all!” The old man said with a cheeky grin. “honestly though the only man I’ve ever seen take him down was pickle himself! and everyone knows how that went.” “I suppose so..” “I should probably go to the hospital but thank you so much mr Tokugawa.” “No problem especially when your match are soo cool!” .

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Jack really did a number on me today Rosaline thought. “Jack did a number on you didn’t he?” joked Dr Kureha. “You should really look at him shinogi.” “He’s actually right here!” he says as he opens the curtain dividers. “Hiya sunshine!” Jacks voice roared in the room. “AYY! Don’t yell so loud!” “I’m just talkin why so sensitive.” He cooed. “I don’t want to hear you two flirting ok?” “Yes sir.” They both replied.

When kureha walked out jack spoke again. “So whatcha want since you beat me? Also that was amazing..” “you’re amazing.” He muttered. “Thank you jack, I could say the same.. I really enjoyed that.” “Likewise sweetheart.” “Anyways, i want a romantic date with you!” “W-what really?” “Yup I was goin to say yes regardless I just wanted to see you work for it!”

“A-awesome. I’ll text you the details when we get out of here.” “I’d like that.” “Alright you two are ready to go!” Said kureha when he entered the room. “Alright thanks doc and bye hot stuff..” she winked at him. “You’re head over heels for her aren’t you jack?” “I u-uh.” .

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Dear diary: Rosaline Hammer/ Hanma 💕

Today I’ve been texting jack sooo much it’s crazy.. I don’t know why but I’m so attracted to that man. Dangerous and a good face! He’s so strong and cute! The only thing stopping me from going all in is Jun. I can’t stop thinking about him either.. I loved him and he was sent away from me. He wrote me sometimes but it just felt like too much. I couldn’t be reminded of him when I would probably never see him again. That’s why I left the island. To start anew. To stop fighting. To stop pirating. Everything reminds me of him. But things don’t always play out how we planned them do they?

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She sighed not wanting to write anymore. She left the book open.. When Checking her phone she saw a message from jack.

Jack💪🏼: Hey Rosaline I uh got the plans for our date..

Rose💕- Ok text me them then

Jack💪🏼: Meet me at xxx street tmwr at 12pm

Rose💕: Okay boooo ty I’ll be there

Jack could feel his heart racing. He obviously flirts openly but with girls he has interest in. He’s also not used to being flirted with back… it’s disheartening that every girl sees him as a beast. An ugly scary monster. But not this girl. It’s like she’s not looking at that but at that inside of him.. he knew he just had to make her his woman. .

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Jack had already been waiting for around 30 minutes just to make sure everything was perfect for their date. He’d set up a lunch at a cabin in the woods which they could hike to together.. something he enjoyed a lot which he thought she might. “JACK!!” Rosaline yelled with a smile. “Oh hello rose!” “Ooo ok Mr Hammer thats new..?” “I suppose i uh can stop calling you it if ya want?” “Nope I love it.. it’s really cute”

He thought he’d been dreaming as she stepped forward and hugged him. This little woman he loves already was hugging him? “I u-uh.” “Cat got ya tongue? Or is it the titanium teeth. I don’t know how you don’t hurt your tongue with those jack.” “I guess I’m used to them.” “Anyways then what do you have planned?!” “Follow me Mrs Hammer..” “J-jack!”

Leaving Rosaline flustered jack thought his little mission was going pretty well. “Alright up this trail I hope you don’t mind hiking!?” “Really jack I love hiking. Back on the islands it was my favorite pastime except for fighting and u-um.” “What did you say?” “Um nothing come on let’s go!”

A/N- (Do I hear a part two?) I hope y’all enjoyed the story so far and give it a like!!

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[keiththecat]

Admissible (Part Six)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader (You)

Summary: You've always hunted alone. That is, until Bobby sends you on a hunt near the Winchester brothers. How will things change when they come to help?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+, series typical violence and monsters, weapons, cursing, groping/ almost sexual assault, self-doubt/ self-esteem issues, character death, injuries, hurt/comfort

Author's Note: WARNING This chapter starts pretty heavy with injuries/torture. If you have concerns about avoiding anything, please feel free to skip or message me. Hope you're enjoying so far! Y/N is your name, and feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading and thanks for all the love so far! <3

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the related characters. The Supernatural series is created by Eric Kripke and owned by The CW Network. This work of fan fiction is for entertainment only. I am not making a profit of any kind from this story. All rights of the original Supernatural series belong to The CW Network.

Part One

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Whooooosh!

Your face is hit with a large wave of ice cold water, waking you and leaving you gasping for breath. Your senses come rushing back to you and you’re taking in your surroundings all at once. You’re in a large concrete room, there are boxes and tables and shelves all around you. You’re sitting upright in a chair, the chair is bolted to the floor and your limbs are securely tied to the chair with ropes. You’re still in your clothes from earlier, but they are soaked now and you’re starting to shiver.

Standing in front of you and holding a now-empty bucket is a woman, she’s small in stature but carries herself with an air of confidence that borders on cockiness. She appears to be in her early 30s with long brown curly hair, and she is beautiful. Behind her slightly stands a large man, around Sam’s height but even broader. If Sam is built like a tree, this man is a Mack truck. He is bald, scowling, and standing with his arms crossed.

“Welcome back to the waking world, Y/N,” the woman says. “Sumus Noctis.”

We are The Night. Well that tells me nothing, lady, you think, internally rolling your eyes. Thanks.

The woman is slowly stalking back and forth in front of you, “alright, we’ll be nice and get the formalities out of the way before the fun part. I’m Valeria. This is Magnus. Yes, we’re demons. Yes, there are many more of us and no,” she stops pacing and grins at you, “no one but us will hear you if you scream. Any questions?”

You keep your mouth shut and face as blank as you can. You don’t want to egg her on, but you also don’t want to show any fear. Now that your brain is coming back to you, you send up a prayer and hope that you’ll be heard. Castiel, I’m in a warehouse somewhere. Demons called The Night. They warned that there are more of them but I’m stuck in a room with two. 

Valeria sighs and tilts her head at you. “Well, Magnus, seems like we have a tough one. Or at least she thinks so for now. She’s all yours. Get her ready for questioning.” She smirks as she turns and walks out the only door you can see from your restrained position, leaving you alone with Magnus, who is stalking toward you. He pulls back his right arm and throws it forward, you feel a sickening crunch as your head is thrown back and your nose breaks. Blood is pouring down your front and choking you as you try to breathe through your mouth. You tilt your head forward, trying to keep the majority of the blood from going down your throat.

Magnus walks over and opens a box, returning to your side with a large knife in his hand. He brings the knife to your collarbone, digging in deep and dragging it across your chest at a downward angle, cutting through your shirt as he goes. Your breathing quickens, struggling to keep from giving in and making noise. You struggle in your restraints, hoping that they will loosen even slightly but to no avail. He continues making more cuts all over you, each kiss of the blade making it harder for you to remain quiet. He grabs your hair in his fist and forces your face to his, smirking as he grits out, “you will be fun to break.”

*

Unsure how much time has passed, you’ve lost count of how many cuts and hits you’ve received, and your body is now more wound and blood than skin. Your breathing has slowed, your body settling into its shocked state. You have still managed to deny him the pleasure of hearing any screams. 

Magnus is now taking a moment and admiring his work. You make eye contact with him and he grins. He steps forward, still staring into your eyes, and he stomps on your left foot. Your breath catches in your throat, the bones in your foot crushing under his. You try to restart your breathing, holding back tears. The smile falls from Magnus’ face and he tilts his head as if he’s listening. That’s when you hear the sounds of fighting coming from behind the door Valeria went through. Magnus rushes toward you, cutting through your restraints and lifting you, holding you so that your back is against his front and you’re both facing the door. He has one arm wrapped across your chest and the other has his knife against your throat. “Try anything and you die, understand?” he says into your ear. You understand but don’t acknowledge him.

A few seconds pass before the door is opened, revealing the Winchesters. Sam is first through the door, Dean close behind him. Both are covered in blood, and you quickly scan them with your eyes for visible wounds. Both have busted up knuckles, you can see a small cut on Dean’s left forearm, and Sam has a small cut above his right eyebrow. Looks like no serious injuries for them, at least not yet. Best news I’ve had in a while. You allow yourself a small smile in relief. Both brothers have their pistols out in front of them, aimed at Magnus.

“Let her go,” Sam says, jaw clenched. 

Magnus presses the knife into your neck slightly, breaking the skin and you feel blood start to trickle down. Sam meets your eyes and you swear you can see panic in them.

“Now!” Dean yells.

Suddenly you hear the flapping of wings and Magnus’ knife is pressed further into your neck for a quick moment before his arms release you. Without his arms holding you up, you fall forward. You hit the ground with a yelp, Magnus’ body falling behind you. You realize that Castiel has a hand on Magnus’ head, pushing him into the ground with a bright white light coming from Magnus’ eyes and mouth. You manage to push yourself away from them, dragging yourself along the ground. Cass stands to his full height, but your eyes stare into Magnus’ burned out eye sockets for a few more moments.

“Y/N,” Sam’s gentle voice comes from beside you. You turn your head to look at him, finding him crouched beside you. He has his hands in front of him as if he was reaching to touch you but stopped himself. He gives you a small attempt at a smile, “hey, you’re gonna be okay. Can we get you out of here?”

You surge forward, wrapping your arms around him and ignoring the searing pain that comes from this. Even under all of the sweat and blood on both of you, you can still make out the soul-soothing scent that is pure Sam. Smells like vanilla, apples, and cedar. He hesitantly puts his arms around you, scared to cause you more pain than you’ve already felt. You hold onto him for a few moments before pulling away to thank them all.

“May I heal your injuries, Y/N?” Cass asks you, holding a hand out toward you. You nod, and he places his fingers on your forehead. You are filled with an intense warmth, and then his hand pulls away. All the pain in your body is gone, and you feel more refreshed than you have in years.

“Wow. Thanks, Castiel.”

“Here, Y/N.” Sam says, holding his jacket out to you but looking away from you. You look down and realize that Magnus’ cuts left your shirt and jeans in complete shreds, and they’re barely hanging onto your body. You blush, taking the jacket from him and putting it on. 

“Thanks,” you say, zipping the jacket up. “I have a lot of questions, but I’d honestly rather not stay here any longer, so clean up time?”

*

Cass flew back to the bunker, saying he would work right away to get the wardings back in place and hopefully even stronger than before. They offered for Cass to fly you back, but you felt safer sticking with the two brothers. Safety in numbers, you rationalized to yourself. You and the boys worked together to burn all the bodies the demons left behind, Sam and Dean insisting on doing the majority of the heavy lifting despite you being healed. Turns out Valeria wasn’t lying about there being more of them: there were close to twenty bodies to be dealt with. Unsure if there could be more coming, you all worked quickly to leave. It’s on the ride back to the bunker that you finally start asking questions.

“How did you guys find me?”

Sam turns in the passenger seat to face you. “Cass was able to see where you were when you prayed to him.”

You nod, “okay, yeah. Between that and the healing thing, I think I’m gonna need a rundown of what all he can do.” Sam nods, you continue, “do you have any idea who those demons were or what they want? They called themselves The Night.”

Both brothers shake their heads and Sam answers while turning back toward the front of the car, “no, we haven’t heard of them before and didn’t recognize them.”

“Time for some research then, I guess, huh?” 

“Time for sleep,” Dean says, looking at you in the rearview mirror. “Cass may have healed you, but you’ve been through it. It’s late. We can rest and get back to it tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay.” You respond, turning to look out the window. You don’t want to admit that you’re scared to be alone and sleep. You still don’t know why they could have wanted you. You had obviously heard of demons, but as far as you’re aware, you haven’t crossed paths with them before. Throbbing pain is present throughout your body. Your jaw is clenched, you swallow your whimpers and groans. Magnus is standing over you, dragging his knife across your flesh, tearing through layers, blood blossoming from the newest slash-

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice rouses you from your thoughts. You realize you’ve been so lost in thought, the trip is over and the Impala is parked in the bunker’s garage. Dean is standing next to the car watching you, Sam is in the front seat but turned toward you, worry etched on both of their faces.

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” Embarrassed, you quickly get out of the car and beeline for your bedroom. You very quickly grab some clothes and shower supplies, wanting to clean yourself off and also not wanting to spend any extra time in your bedroom. You keep your head on a swivel, constantly checking behind you. You make it to the shower room, debating on barricading the door but settling instead on keeping your eyes on the door and a knife within reach. You take a scalding hot shower, scrubbing repeatedly until your skin is red and angry. Deciding that you’re as clean as you can get, you dry yourself and get dressed in jeans and a tee. 

Accepting that the last thing you want to do is lay down and sleep, you load yourself up with your weapons and patrol the bunker. Starting with the dungeons in the lower level, you take your time scanning every corner of each room. You jump when your phone vibrates with a text.

[Sam 11:08PM: Heading to bed. I’m across the hall if you need anything.]

He must think I’m in my room for the night. 

[You 11:09PM: Thanks, Sam. Goodnight.]

You shake yourself and go back to your patrol.

Part Seven

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[merkleymrack]

i haven't been vulnerable on tumblr in a while because i'm an adult and i'm not supposed to do that ... i guess ... and now i have a lot of friends to talk to about the things that bother me. but still. there's some things i want to get off my chest and maybe someone can relate.

being genderfluid & transmasc is so very lonely. i'm lucky to have supportive friends and people to date and hook up with but still i feel like i haven't truly "come out". i've had a few phases of trying to "embrace my womanhood" and it never really felt right. all my friends know my identity, i tell other queer people. but i'm sort of closeted to the world, i move through it generally as a cis person would. it's easier on me and i already have a hard time with very serious anxiety issues but on the other hand i sometimes disgust myself. i act the way i think other people would expect me to. i don't really know how to act more like myself without people thinking i'm rude and withdrawn. i don't know if that's an autism thing or a trans thing or just that women are expected to be highly social and accommodating and sweet all the time. i'm not like that all the time. and for some reason i feel like killing myself when someone thinks i'm being standoffish. i struggle with being warm and friendly, i can do it, i sometimes do it quite well, but not always and it doesn't really come naturally a lot of the time. it doesn't help that i often feel anxious and that makes me tense up and just kind of go on autopilot. maybe this is only really an issue around people i probably just don't feel comfortable with.

i know i look very feminine because of my natural features, i've tried having short hair but i feel like it doesn't really suit me and it makes me look "boyish" and i'm not really into that. i like having long hair, i want to get more comfortable being warm and affectionate, i like being flamboyant and faggy and silly and cringey. i like wearing a binder but it feels confronting, because again, i'm kind of closeted to the world. i wonder if anyone will perceive me as androgynous if i go on hrt, i wonder if my hairline will change because there's a lot of early onset male pattern baldness in my family on both sides. i wonder if it will make me feel ugly. i wonder how long i will manage to stay on hrt, because i don't want to stay on it for the rest of my life. i don't really want to be "a man", at least not in this life, i would like to be somebody's man, but most men will never accept me into their ranks, and i will never be the right type of man for most people. i know that whatever my parents have to say about it will break my heart. i know my friends will be there to support me.

in the end i don't think i will even look that different, or be that different. i've been myself most of the time but i am trying to be less self-conscious about it. maybe my voice will sound more like me and i will mumble less. i think by the time i'm 30 or 35 all of this will matter much less. i think i will make it to 35 and i'll be really happy i stuck it out. maybe i'll be single. maybe i'll look at my body and think i was really stupid for having so many hangups over it when i was 23, and then when i get older i'll just keep thinking about how stupid i was when i was young, but i won't be bitter about it, that's just how life goes. maybe one day someone will tell me they love my voice or my confidence or the way i smell or the feel of my bicep or the way i cook or the way i walk or the way i laugh and i'll be really grateful to my younger self for making the hard choice to keep looking after myself day after day. i think i should be more grateful to my younger self for refusing to give up.

i'm sometimes shocked when people tell me about things i said or did years ago, i forget how ballsy i was, i have a tendency to see that part of myself in a negative light, but the people who like it really like it. i was trying to fight my own sense of shame, trying to lay claim to my sexuality and have some kind of ownership over my experiences. i didn't want sex to just happen to me. i wanted to be an active participant and outspoken about my desire. i still feel that way, i still act that way to some extent, but i'm trying to confront the desperation i feel. i'm trying to recast this side of me in a new more adult more mature form, i don't really know how. it's hard, i suppose i got myself to act that way because i thought "what do i have to lose?" but now... well i do have something to lose. i don't want to lose my sense of self or my peace of mind. my time, energy and feelings are valuable, just like anyone else's. i'm trying to make healthy choices.

i've always had a tendency to be compulsive in my desires, not just with sex or love, with everything i want, i get fixated. there is something so intoxicating about fixating on something and then finally getting it, it makes life simple: either you have or you don't have. even the anticipation is fun, sometimes even more enjoyable than actually getting my way. i feel this way not only about sex sometimes, but sometimes about receiving things in the mail that i ordered online. is this way too vulnerable? i swear my relationship with sex is generally healthy but i am just incredibly neurotic on all levels. and it's all coming full circle too: not only does it feel impossible to be chill about sex when it can potentially lead to disease or pregnancy, it's doubly impossible when it's one of the few ways i can feel fully affirmed in my gender expression. there, i said it, i like having a penis. it'll only ever be a fake one but i made it a part of my being at a pretty young age. and now what? maybe wearing a packer would fix me (i'm kidding!). i even tried out the whole femdom thing, as in, maybe i'm just a weird girl who likes pegging, that would be okay right? not only would it be okay, it would be very easy to fetishise! but that isn't really it and we all know it. ("we" being me and everyone who is privy to my sex life, which is actually quite a few people at this point... ah shit.)

being myself is terrifying, but i'm going to keep trying because i've made it this far, and it has been far too enjoyable just to quit now. but i reserve my right to complain. that's all for now.

#transmasc #mine #long post

[emystic]

🔥 [ less ""attractive"" muses, or case in point, older muses? ]

Send 🔥 (or if emoji not available write "hot take") for the mun have. Bonus: for a specific topic and doesn't have to be RP related! / Accepting

@ama-tcra-su wanted a hot take from ya girl: 🔥 [ less ""attractive"" muses, or case in point, older muses? ]

As much as I love unconventional muses, seems so damn hard for them to actually have decent traction. If you want your 45+ muse to be appealing they better be a sexy immortal being that still looks 25. Which I kind of hate, I tried having older looking muses before on older multimuses before they never really have much traction, so I feel like I did what most probably did and just bin them to focus on what's more conventional and typical, young and not wrinkly.

I know that's kinda laughable coming from me and my muses, hell my oldest muse here is 150+ but looks 30. Yeah, I know but that's just cause I am a scared little weeny and tends to not introduce certain ocs as muses if I am certain no one might talk to them because they look unconventional. Hell, sometimes I get scared due to how many kid and minor muses I got that barely got any interactions if I add a granny ...oh boy. I will call my own self out since I am finally trying to get out that mindset myself of only using what I think will get traffic and not everything I think is interesting to me.

However, I do try to interact with those with unattractive or old muses because the muse can be so interesting and well written with someone missing out on them. Ew, they got crows feet and a bald spot. Much more often than not those muses end up retired the fastest because BARELY anyone talks to them and it hurts man. It hurts to make a really cool oc or like a older character from a fandom enough to want to role play but no one talks to them. Then you make another character that's young and hot which everyone flocks to, it kind of have to sting.

I feel like everyone should not avoid muses just because they're over 40 and looks like it. You could really be missing out a interesting character just because of that.

#amatcrasu #opening letters; answered #if i was gonna answer this i had to be a bit self aware on myself #but yeah man i know might not that it's true but it is #people tend to overlook not attractive muses all the damn time #especially old muses #and i use to have a pokemon fandom multimuse oc thing and i had a granny type character no one talked to her #and then when i aged up another muse to be middle age cause i wanted her to have a teenage daughter #no one wanted to talk to her anymore

[neurodecadence]

RIN QUESTIONS: numbers divisible by 5, vowels

Goddam.

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust? I mean she approaches every interaction with a healthy amount of suspicion, so really you already have it by default. She warms fairly quickly, assuming any betrayal would be swift and brutal rather than prolonged. That said do not mistake that warmth for total trust, that is a prize not easily earned.

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them? "I'm just an itinerant chirurgeon, here to lance a few boils and make a few coin before I move on." It's not a special lie but she tells it a lot. She has the intonation practiced to perfection, a certain tired lilt intended to imply an unexcited malaise.

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? She has scripts for entering inns and adventurers guilds, planned conversations showing a character of a bored but dutiful medical professional. It's well established enough that she rarely gets questioned. If she's caught off script she will pause and consider carefully her next words. Between friends, dalliances, and drinking partners she is much quicker to answer, often embarrassing herself. It's the kind of free and open speech she could have with Seth that made her love him so much, and that he loved in her. Remembering that will often make her reticent once more.

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so? Rin has never really known familial love and only trusts what she can observe herself. Marrying Seth was as much about fleeing her home as it was loving him (though she did love him fiercely) She has had few platonic loves, but she views it as a kind of comradeship. People she knows would lie for her to keep her safe, and that she would fight to protect. As her day go on she finds them easier to come by, she isn't sure if this makes her happy or uncomfortable. There is one romantic love for her, as established.

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?  RIn knows the kind of mad dedication she had to Seth is not common, not usual, perhaps not right, but she doesn't care. She found her one and only, and when she said forever in her vows, she meant it.

30. Who do they most regret meeting?  In bitter-cold nights kept company by a jug of cheap wine she wishes Seth had never walked into the palace library, had never seen a little cripple girl pouring over medical texts, had never flashed that razor smile. Come morning she regrets it and the churning of her hangover mixes with a fresh dose of self loathing.

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?  To an extent. People who are excited about their passions, their works, a chance to see the works of an expert, she understands these things and would encourage them. She believes people should strive for perfection, even if they might never make it, because how else can society raise itself up. Excitement about petty drama, or even worse, magic would likely be ignored or derided. Despite softening a bit, she is still a bitch.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws? No one knows them closer or in more detail than Rin. There's nothing you can say she doesn't know already, that she hasn't made peace with.

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A. Why are you excited about this character? So I made her for a dnd3.5 game that never went ahead, and I had no fucking idea what character I wanted to make. I was looking at class options when the name "Vivisectionist" stuck out to me. At the same time I was considering a video I had been watching over a decade ago in which someone was deriding Bald Grizzled White Army Man protagonists, and noting that the trend was continuing over even as they became fathers too. In that video he talked about how he could only think of two protagonists who were mothers, compared to a vast swathes of father figures. Now, I wasn't interested in making a mother, but I did consider the archetypal "Grizzled man angy cause wife am dead" kind of character and how it might be neat to flip that on its head. In a flash I had Rin almost formed in my head, a woman madly devoted to her husband even past death. She gripped onto my higher brain functions and something about her character, her intended playstyle, the question of what it means for an immortal to mourn forever, and also how she would fuck nasty as an unhealthy coping mechanism, it all really hooked me.

E. Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? I truly don't know. I think she'd be frustrated by me to be honest, and she'd scare me. Certainly not someone I'd want to roadtrip with.

I. Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? Mostly, but I have had some fun ideas about modern versions of her doing hotline miami shit. It is a fun version of her I have to admit, much less hinged than even canon Rin.

[oinkinpigprince]

Hi this is mainly for my friend but I was thinking about some of the one piece characters as cats, I’ve only read to chapter 30 so it’s only Nami, Luffy, Zoro, and Usopp

Luffy the type of cat who can’t swim, but whenever you’re taking bath he’ll jump straight into the water and then act surprised that he’s drowning

Also a very lanky cat, and stretch it’s very hard to pick him up cause of it

He’d also be a calico style cat or a black and white one, and loves running around and slamming into shit.

Would scarf his food down then try to steal everyone else’s, zoro’s kick his ass countless time

Also cat fights are hourly, like clock work Usopp and Luffy are the main antagonists

They also run around @ night knocking shit over and being the loudest POS then conk out all day

Zoro’s the cat that gets out and starts cat fights with the neighbor hood cats, comes back scratched up but soooooo proud of himself

Zoro’s the cat you get @ the shelter who every person told you was gonna be a problem and be hard to take care of and was gonna probably be very aggressive, and they were right but he also licks your nose when you’re laying on the couch so it’s worth it

Zoro also knocks glass specifically off the counter so that’s why you have to buy plastic dishes unless you want the most violent carpet known to man

He’s one of those built ass ugly ass blond cats(/pos) and has green eyes, also I feel like if he didn’t have green hair he’d have that fugly blond military cut hair

Doesn’t let anyone near him, unless it’s his favorite person. But it’s kinda hard to tell who’s his favorite person or he’s the one who lays on you, which is rare

Lays on your neck when you’re asleep and chokes you out, lovingly

Brings you dead birds as a sign of affection

Also watches you piss, just direct eye contact until you’re done

90% of your catch scratches are from him, but it’s like, lovingly

The other 10% are from Nami surprisingly, but that’s because you got too close to her horde of your shit

Steals everything from everyone and keeps it in a specific corner in a room or under your bed if she can

Very sweet but the type to let you pet her then bites immediately after

She has the bastard disease

I mean what do you expect from those gross lil orange cats

I need to stop being so damn mean, I fuckibg love cats wtf

Shes always napping on the stuff you need and looks at you bastardly when you try and gently try and get her off

Then gets offended when you actually do get her off

Kneeds your leg aggressively with the sweetest smile so you don’t do anything about it

She lays in your lap while your work or play games and licks your chin

Also grooms your hair or just licks your bald head if you don’t have any

Namis definitely the type to eat shit she shouldn’t eat

I said she hordes random shit but 90% is like any jewelry you own or shiny shit and old socks

Has eaten said jewelry and you’ve taken her to the pet ER numerous times for it, and she always has this shit eating grin on her face when you take her home

Usopp you found suck in your fence on a rainy day, you had to call a fire man to get him out and he’s been your problem everyday

Him and luffy have 4 brain cells combined, and luffy does not like sharing

Usopp gets trapped in everything and waits for you to come bail him out by meowing/screaming

He’s super cuddly though and very playful, he likes to act big and scary but one sudden move and he’s sprinting out pissing himself

Scared of everything new, then once he gets familiar it’s suddenly his favorite thing in the world

Also gets into fights like zoro but always looses and comes back crying and sad

He has big dog syndrome but for cats, he thinks he can fight pit bulls 9x his size but then runs away screaming the moment they move

But will still try and fight you

Gets into everything too somehow, then can’t get out??

Actually love water and will regularly hop in the tub w/ you and swim around

I feel like he could be a leash cat, walk him around on a leash

He’s a turtle shell cat btw, vry important

Runs around at ungodly hours of the night and jumps on you while you’re sleeping

But gets pissy if you wake him up

Prolly the best one to cuddle with, he’ll lay on your chest and purr while you two watch a movie

Walks on your keyboard while you’re typing though, bastard man

Licks everything too, everything he can get his spiky little tongue

Like zoro he’ll bring you stuff from his ‘hunt’ but it’s just leaves and sticks, you appreciate them anyways cause he got them FOR YOU

Does those very unimpressive jumps, falls a lot tbh

Loves playing w/ toys and his is the only reason you buy them, his favorite ones are the ones shaped like animals, especially birds

Jumps when he sees cucumbers & pickles

Fights w/ Nami a lot but that’s cause she takes his favorite toys into her stash and he wants them back and the two just growl and hiss at each other til they start fighting

Him and luffy get into a lot of trouble and have broken so many household appliances

Sleeps on freshly clean laundry and refuses to get up to let you fold and put it away

Don’t worry about him getting locked in the dryer he’s too scared to even go in there

Loves to drink out of the toilet like a dirty gremlin, every time you scold him he just has a blank stare on his face like •_____•

He’ll climb up your pant leg just to get your attention like kittens

He’s an attention whore

This was fun, I hope you like it calico :))

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece luffy #one piece luffy headcanons #one piece zoro #one piece zoro headcanons #one piece Nami #one piece nami headcanons #one piece Usopp #one piece Usopp headcanons #bro #I just started watching one piece why tf is it so long #theres so much #calico how are you already to liek chapter 500?? #so much content I hope this turns into a hyper fixation enough so I can read it faster #so much #so many more headcanons and fanart to make

[scarletwidowqueen]

Scarlet Widow

Summary: Two weeks after events of Winter soldier Natasha goes on the run in Scotland. Only to meet a former Hydra test subject. To there surprise they trust each other instantly. The two soon form a bond neither expected. The bond of undying love.

Notes: In these story The battle of New York happened on March 12, 2012. Winter soldier happen two months (not two years) after the battle of New York. (Winter soldier was on May 16, 2012 to May 18, 2012)

Less then a month has pass since Winter soldier.

The backstory of what been happening the past two weeks since the fall of Shield. ( Wanda and Natasha meet next chapter)

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A group of scientists was working hard in a lab as one of the male Scientists placed the Scepter in a custom-made power generation. “The Scepter has been placed in the transfer unit. Calibrating energy levels now.” Said a female scientist's voice as she pressed a button on her touch screen. “The Scepter power levels are stable.” Said another female scientist as she put three containers of a strange blue liquid into the right side of a vault while another one put in three valves of blood into the other. “Terrigen mixture has been set and ready for Evaporation.”

“Good is number one hundred forty-four blood ready.” A doctor asks at his control board. “Yes, DR. List Number One hundred forty-four blood is ready for injection.”

Then commence negative number 13.

Two weeks after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D.

May 30, 2012

Inside a Hydra base stood a bald man wearing a monocle on his left eye. He looked outside his window as he talked with another man wearing a lab coat. Over the arrival of a significant person. “ Is everything ready for our guest Doctor List ?” asked the one with the monocle.

“Yes, Strucker, everything is as you asked.” Reply Doctor List. “Good,” Strucker replied. Just as a soldier wearing a battle suit with the symbol of hydra on his right shoulder entered the room, “Commander Strucker, The leader of Leviathan, is set to land.”

“Oh are guests earlier than suspected; I suspected nothing less from a man of his character. Come Doctor, let's go say hello to our new ally.” Strucker sides as he and List walk out of his office, quickly surrounded by the guard who entered the room followed by five other guards. “But Strucker, are we sure we trusted these men?” Dr. List asks worriedly, “Not only is he not associated with hydra. But he is also in charge of his organization.

“Doctor, you didn’t seem against the idea when he sent you all those wonderful test subjects. Besides, he never stood opposite Hydra. He stood against the vision of Alexander Pierce. Our goal is the same as him.” Strucker replied as they walked down a hall to the base hanger dock

Yes, but we need to keep our wits about us. Just in case of the worst.” List replied nervously. “He will only be here for an hour and in that time. I will determine him friend or foe.” Strucker finished as he signaled for his troop to open the hangar door, as a Quinjet with a symbol of Leviathan landed in front of them. The door opens to reveal a man in a black battle suit. With a white hood and a white skull mask covering his face. The men walked up to shake Strucker's hand. “Why hello, Taskmaster; I hope your trip was pleasant.” Strucker asks, giving a firm handshake to Taskmaster. “Nice and quiet, just the way I like it. I got some time to read one of my many books.”

“Oh, that's good to hear; you read anything good?” Strucker asks as he lets go of Taskmaster's hand. “Why yes, a classic western story about a young boy that grew up with nothing becoming a local cowboy legend. By freeing the people from its corrupt government.” Taskmasters replied as Strucker raised his eyebrow. “ Interesting, I never pictured you have one in the coming of age stories, much less old western.”

Taskmasters chuckled at the response.” On the contrary, I always did love cowboys as a kid. I can’t tell you the number of cowboy toys my mom bought me as a kid besides those stories of heroes and villains, of those that fight the status quo. Always inspired, it is what made me the man I am, to create Leviathan. A force that would fight endlessly to change the world for the better. That is where Alexander failed; he wasted the true potential of the Hydra, which so many people worked to build. But then again, why weren't we talking isn’t, Strucker? ”

“Agreed, Alexander was a fool who lacked the imagination and drove to make true change. After all, I firmly believe that if two people are to work together effectively, there must be a great deal of trust and respect on both sides. That is why I bring you here to show you that your cooperation has not been for anything. Now please follow me, so I may show you what your trust in the alliance has accomplished.” Strucker answered, directing Taskmasters to follow him. He nodded and followed Strucker and Doctor List as they exited the hangar room.

As they were walking the facility hallways, Strucker began taking on the progress they had made. “Now, as you know, we have seen a hundred percent improvement of the survivability rate during and after the Awakening of their X-Factor. Doctor List, if you may.” Strucker said, giving List the floor. Hesitant at first, List continued. “Yes, before we had issues with the chemical balancing of the Terrigen and the energy output of the scepter . They were causing the participants to die during the awakening process. But since the twins, we have perfected the procedure. Making it where anyone who goes through an awakening lives through it.”

“But it was then we experienced an unforeseen problem. You see, a person's body takes about a week to a month before fully synchronizing with their power. However, this process causes their immune system to weaken, making them more acceptable to disease and illness. Even with all the precautions we made to keep a clean and safe environment; there is a fifty percent chance that those people died from these. The other fifty percent that lives we call miracles.” List

“The first of these miracles being the Twins, am I right,” Taskmaster asked, cutting in to confirm if his suspicions were correct. “Yes, the twins are the ones that give us the false assumption of no side effects. Do to their body instantly taking to the X-Factor.” List answered, “I hear the girl awakenings to be more successful than the boys,” Taskmasters replied. “ That you are correct, those the boy had fully synchronized within a twenty-four hours, the girl however far past our expectations. Her miracle is fully synchronized with her body when she exits the vault. The results were so promising we couldn’t help but overlook the damage she caused.” Stucker replied with a voice full of confidence.

And if she is so promising, why need me.” Taskmaster replied, trying to sound indifferent but couldn’t help voice his excitement at the prospects. As they come to a door, Strucker looks at Taskmaster with a knowing look. “ You see, the survivability rate of synchronization is why we decided to work with you.” Open the door to reveal a surveillance room with a computer monitor in the middle of the wall and a bulletproof see-through glass window. They are looking into a training room of shorts.

“You see, since you have begun giving us your Students. We have seen a hundred percent synchronization rate. All thirty of your students have survived.” Lust said, full of pride for his work. “And those who you ask to undergo your…copy processed.” Taskmasters ask with a voice of curiosity. Strucker clears his throat. “ Yes, the one we tried to copy into another has all proven to be complete failures. We have determined that a miracle can only happen once. My apologies for some of your students.”

Taskmaster began to sign. “No matter, there are always more students to come, but If I’m not mistaken, one of the thirteen I give you did survive?” List shook his head in response. “Survive is, let's say, a stretch. Those she did manage to replicate the power within herself. The side effects are too high to continue. Within a month, her health has only gotten worse. We did find a cure but the cost to save her life is not worth the price.” Doctor List said, giving Taskmasters a look that told him everything he needed to know before continuing.” And the other one, the one to become miracles ?”

“Yes, that is why I ask you to come; I would like to show you firsthand the miracles your students have become,” Strucker said, turning his eyes to the see-through wall in front of them. “Well, then show me.” Taskmaster replied with his curiosity peak. “Yes, Doctor List,” Strucker said, turning to the Doctor.

“As you wish, now Taskmasters, we want to show all thirty miracles that would have helped create.“Would Raven Darkhölme, aka Mystique,” please come into the testing more.” Doctor List said, sitting down at his computer to press a button, letting the microphone work. “Mystique? Since when do you give them code names?” Taskmaster asks, looking at Strucker with a raised eyebrow. “We thought best to give the miracles codename to help with identification and to give the order when needed. A name is easier for troops to remember than a random number.” Strucker replied as Taskmaster nodded his head in understanding. A middle young woman with blue skin and red hair and lipstick, wearing a tight white battle suit with the Leviathan logo in gold, enters the room and turns to face them. “ Okay, Mystique, you know the drill, the name of the person I said.” List said as the woman nodded her head. “Tony stark.”

Taskmaster's eyes widen as Mystique turns from a blue skin woman to Tony Stark in less than a second. “Nick Fury, Bruce Banner, Phil Coulson, and Pepper Potts, back to Tony Stark.” Taskmaster watches in amazement at not only her ability to turn into someone else but the speed she did it. “Impressive. To think Raven Darkhölme had such Hidden potential, haha, I almost didn’t recognize her with the blue skin.” “Yes, she was the first widow that went through the awakening. And one of the most promising ones. Her ability to change her appearance to anyone within seconds, combined with her training in the red room. Make her a master of espionage after an hour Taskmasters was shown fifteen of his students now with their strong and unique power.

Strucker looks on with a smirk of pride. “ I take it you enjoy what you see.” Taskmasters just continued to look on in the training room. He had expected to see something fantastic based on the report he gave him, but this far surpassed even his expectation. “Incredible to think people have such power inside them just waiting to be released; these change everything.” Taskmasters turn their attention to the Structure. “Yes, thanks to your outstanding students, we have been able to go beyond our imagination. And this is only a fraction of the power we now have.

Taskmasters turn to Strucker. “That right, you only show me fifteen of the ones I sent you; what of the rest ?” “Yes, We thought it was best to have them go through the awakening in small batches at a time so we could give each one more intense care. As to make we’re we wouldn’t lose them. The last thing we wanted was to sacrifice our students for nothing. So we had to wait a month until we had them go through it. Sorry for not informing you of these decisions earlier, but we worked hard to bring out your student's full potential.

Taskmaster raises his hand. “No worries, as you said, for two people to truly work together, there must be a mutual trust between them. I trust you to watch over my students and bring them to their true potential as you trust me to send you highly trained students who have pledged their loyalty to our cause.”

I appreciate you taking the necessary precautions needed to ensure their survival. I have spent a great deal on perfecting my student.” Taskmaster replied, causing Strucker to gain respect for the man he had only worked with for a month. “But I also think congratulations are in order, Doctor, for what you have done can only be called a Miracle.” Taskmasters said as he turned to shake List's hand, who gladly accepted Taskmaster's braise for his work.

Thank you, though I must praise you for your exceptional students, you trained them well, and they listen to every instruction I give them. It was a pleasure to work with such disciplined people for a change.” List said as Taskmasters let go of him, it was then Strucker began to speak. “Yes, I couldn’t agree more, Doctor; not only did they listen to every order given to them, but they also showed a great sign of loyalty and respect to their superiors. It was clear you trained them well.”

“Thank you; I’m glad they behave themselves while in your care. So how are the other students progressing with their newfound power?” Taskmaster asks. “They're doing excellent; all have survived their awakening and are in their first week of training. Thanks to the information gathered from them and the twins, we are better suited to train an individual's abilities to the fullest. In just a few weeks, all your students will reach their full potential. After that, you can send the next batches. If you wish to continue our partnership ?” Strucker replied as Taskmasters took the information in before coming to a decision. “Strucker about the next batch. I was thinking of increasing the number of Students I send to double. Is that fine with you ?”

“More, but we only have enough to awaken for the thirty you are sending us now. Let alone give proper care not to the ones that do survive. Captain America exposing the truth of hydra's takeover of Shield. Had cause us to lost a large amount of funding.” List said, causing Taskmasters to enter a deep thought. What the doctor said was true Hydra was in shambles after the fall of Shield, many who’d researched relied on the funding that came through Shield International affairs. We're at a standstill due to a lack of resources. It had taken two weeks of hard work and sheer endurance from Strucker to get this much of Hydra to view him as the new head of Hydra. It was under his leadership that Hydra was finally getting back on its feet. Those who swore their loyalty to Strucker had begun praising the result they had seen, saying he should have always been the head of Hydra and not Alexander.

This news caused Taskmasters to reach out to Strucker to see if he was, in fact, the man people were saying he was. And needless to say, he was not disappointed with what he saw. But still, some were hesitant of Strucker as their leader. And there were many questioning his decision to ally with Leviathan. But those doubts were sure to stop once they saw what Strucker and he had achieved. But there was news that Nick Fury had gotten word that much of Hydra was still alive. They were licking their wounds for their next strike. If the rumor were to believe, Fury would soon begin attacking Hydra if that were to happen while Hydra was still healing. It would cause that trust to shatter. And if the avengers were to join him. It would mean the end of Hydra for good.

“Yes, I am well aware of Hydra current…. Predicament. That is why I would like to offer some of Leviathan's funds to help strengthen the trust between us and to grow the influence that trust has created.” Strucker's smile grew at the offer. Strucker had been slow and hesitant to ally with Taskmasters after a few weeks of meeting in person. Strucker discovered who led Leviathan. And these prove even more to him that Taskmaster was a faithful ally.

“Thank you for your generous offer, Taskmasters, but I’m afraid Hydra can't accept such an offer.” Strucker began getting an eye from Taskmasters and Dr. List. “ Not without repaying it. You say it yourself. For two people to truly work together, there must be mutual trust between them. As such, I would like to offer you Hydra's most prizes. The twin as your newest troops.”

“You do have a way of surprising people, Strucker's. I must say when the news of you becoming the new head of Hydra reached my ears. I was skeptical at first. But you are nothing like that fools Alexander.” Taskmaster began removing his face revealing his face to them for the first time. Strucker’s eyes widened since he had known the man. He knew Taskmasters never showed his face to anyone. Even his most trusted subordinate has never seen his face. “ Strucker, if we are to continue these alliances, it is only fair you know the truth of my identity? You see.”

Doctor and Stucker's eyes widened in shock as Taskmasters revealed the truth behind his bloodline. To say it was a shock was an understatement. Strucker merely laughed at these new but powerful reservations.

“ We’ll you are a man full of many surprises, Taskmaster. I will send the order for the twin to be sent to your nearest campus. It will take two days for them to reach you. As they are in our Scotland base.” At that, Strucker reached out to shake Taskmaster's hand. “I think this is the start of a beautiful partnership.

“Same”

—

Edinburgh, Scotland

“Be ready in fifteen minutes for departure.” With that, the Hydra walked away to begin the preparations. At the same time, Wanda and Pietro stood there after receiving the news of being sent to a new location. As a act to strengthen the trust of strucker as Hydra new head.

Pietro looks at his sister. “You know what this means, Wanda,” Wanda responds telepathically to her brother. “ We can finally escape from Hydra,” Pietro smile back at Wanda.

—

An hour later, the twins were inside the truck on their way to Taskmaster. With five guards, two on each side, the other driving.

They looked at each other, their twin link letting the other know it was time. Wanda secretly used her powers to cause the truck tire to pop. “What the hell just happened.” Said one of the Guards. “We got a flat tire. I'm going out to fix it. The rest of you come out and help.”

Signing, the rest of the Guard got up off their seats.

“NOW.”

Pietro uses his super speed to rush the two besides his sister knocking them out as Wanda uses her power to cause the other two to experience nightmares. Making them useless.

Using her powers, Wanda broke open the door. The two quickly jumped out of the truck, but before they could begin to make a run for it. The sound of a gun firing rang through Wanda's ears. Wanda's heart sank, and her breath stopped. It was as if she had lost a part of herself. She turns behind her to see Pietro with a bullet hole in his chest. “NO.” She screams. The driver lowered his gun, looking down at the twin emotionlessness.

“That's what you get, you damn traitors.”

“How…HOW DARE YOU.” Wanda shoots a blast of her red energy at the man knocking him down. “Wanda.”

Wanda stopped; her eyes widened. Maybe there was still hope; she quickly kneeled next to her brother as fast as possible. “Pietro, oh, thank god. You're okay.”

But her heart fell as she saw the life leaving Pietro's face. Wanda's eyes began tearing up. “ No, not..not you. Please don’t leave me too.”

“I’m sorry, Wanda. Look like these is the end of the line for me.” Pietro looks at his sister, his best friend crying. He felt awful for leaving. He was all she had for so long. All these years trying to get revenge on Stark had led to his little sister to lost everything again

Maybe, before he died, he could help Wanda one last time. “ Wanda, it's fine. Please don’t cry; it's okay; you'll be fine.” Wanda couldn’t stop crying, her breath short. “No, it won't; it wouldn't be the same.”

Pietro used what strength he had left to cup his sister's face. “ I’m sorry, Wands, it's all my fault. My need to avenge our parents caused you to be alone.” Wanda shook her head. “ No, we both wanted it. We were both going to make Stark pay and make the world a better place.

“Wands, I was thinking. Since we…since we become like these. That we were fools, to wasted our whole life on getting petty revenge. When we should have just moved on and lived together happy as…Twins as family. Promise me that you will give up revenge. And not let it control you anymore. Wands you have so much before the end of your line. Maybe find a pretty girl worth going to the end of the life with like you always wanted.” Pietro's eyes began tearing up, hoping his words would reach his sister. He couldn’t; he couldn’t be the reason she wasted her life too. “Promise me you will not waste the rest of your life. Promise me you keep on living with that gorgeous smile of yours. For both of us.” Wanda reach to grab her brother's hand. As if by a higher force, Pietro could see the need for revenge leave his sister's eyes. And he knew she would be fine.

“I promise.”

Pietro closed his eyes, his face a smile. “At least before I went, I was able to saved you.”

“NO”

Wanda screamed as she released a massive amount of energy.

#natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #natasha romanov #wanda maximoff #wandanat #wanda x natasha #keep reading

[thaleleah]

hahaha my dad is literally such a pervert 😂

my stepmom is such a terrible person! she made my dad get rid of our family cat who's been in the family since i was in high school and i had to find out by visiting my dad one day and found my baby was gone 😭 they didn't even ask me if i would take her in cause i would've and they just gave her away like she was nothing 🫤

right?!! she always speaks highly of my dad on purpose to boost up his manhood so he doesn't leave her = no money for her. she is such a manipulative liar.

"he'd probs break a damn hip" had me dead 😂

so. for some unknown reason, a lot of women find my dad hot (ew) he's literally your typical bald and old white man 😂 i honestly think it's his money that attracts this women, he's a sugar daddy for these younger women 😂 i've never met his girlfriend but she's just another gold digger! and i believe she's in her late 20s-early 30s!

ask away babe i love this. the tea is hot here 🩷

i feel you girl. nothing worse than a parent choosing the stepmonster over their own kids. like what more do they want from us? you ruined our families lives! that's what they are good at!

awee girl i'm so sorry this fucker has influenced your relationships. but i don't blame you at all cause i would probably be the same too. they cause nothing but trauma. but you got this girl! i promise you, you'll find someone who is worthy of your time and won't remind you of your fuckwit stepshit 🩷

i'm sorry... court? what a fucking loser. girl please hire someone to beat the shit out of him 😂

omgg yess these vents have been so therapeutic for me! i personally don't have a good relationship with my sisters at all and i refuse to talk to them about my dad and stepmonster because they are just pure assholes who only care about themselves. we have each other so *big big hugs through the screen* 🩷

i bother my friends sooo much with sending them anything tom blyth 😂

THE WAY I HATE YOUR FAMILY RIGHT NOW OMGGGG

I would not be able to forgive them if my family got rid of our cat without even asking me if I wanted to take them in. I'd probs go completely no contact with them (and by no contact, I mean because they'd be dead)

Also, fuck this side chick too. Let's just add her in there cause she seems like she's just as bad as the rest of them 😂 How did he meet her anyway? Was she the replacement secretary to your stepmonster? 👀

Yeahhhh he really fucked me up good. But I'm honestly such a huge romantic at heart and I'm hopeful that a soulmate will come and sweep me off my feet one day

🎵 A dream is a wiiiiish your heart maaaaakessss 🎵

Also, yes. Court lol. He offered to help pay for part of my college tuition as a "The past is the past. I'm a changed man. Let's be a ✨family✨ now" and then he got pissed cause dropped one of my classes that I didn't even need and said that I was "ungrateful". So he threatened to take me to court and sue me for all the money he 'wasted' on my tuition. Now... I'm not saying that I want him to fall off a cliff. But if it happened? Can't say I'd be upset about it tbh

Yes, babes! We def have each other! *big big virtual hugs* 🧡 And I appreciate you listening to my rants too cause i don't have a therapist right now and I really should lol

Side note: OBVIOUSLY Tom Blyth is the finest specimen on earth. That's no debate. But.... thoughts on Austin Butler? Cause he just came on my radar and ohhhhh mannnn 👀

#𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 ⤷✉

[nityarawal]

3/30/24

Martha's Kitchen

Morning Songs

I Didn't Do A

Morning Song

Yesterday

Succumbed

To Martha's Kitchen

Invite

Wayward Schedules

Been Promised

New Clothes

For Many Years

At Revivals

Finally Went

Even Though My

Case Manager

Allejandro

Forgot Voucher

Gay Man Offered

Me A Bikini

Then Took It Away

At Revivals

Didn't Want Me

In Anything Too Pretty

Just Mens T Shirts 

And Men's Underwear

New Socks

For Men

Don't Take New Red Feragamo Jacket

Donation

From US

Even Though Nice Lady

Was Practically

Offering

But I'm The Charity

Project

Finally Found

A Few Dresses

Tried Them On

Thought They Could

Pass As Tops

By A Couch

Gay Bald Hosts

Said No

Hurry Up

Close Out

Done With You

My Love

No

Mirrors

But Finally A Lady

Sent Me To The Back

Vanities For Sale

Where I Could See

The Plaid

Rachel Zoe Jacket

Try On Dresses

In Front Of A Reflection

Such A Privilege

To See Ones

Real Image

Nowadays

Most Memed

IEHP

Never Gave

Me Mirrors

Don't You Want To 

Call Them

Asked My Nurse

Caitlin

Thursday At Urgent Care

No I'm Rather

Scared

Don't You Want To

Call Them

No I Have A Trunk

Of Junk Mail

From Them

Denying Grievances

Murders Hidden

Sign Over Your Lives

To Us

If Not Elon Musk

Your Kids

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Gremlins

Demand

The Bottom Feeders

Want You

The Feds

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And Trans

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Cast You

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Jewish Family Services

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Get A House

In A Month

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For Sunshine And Fresh Air

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Now Loitering

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As If We're Vampires

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With Condoms

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Babies To Have Their

Own Boy-Toys

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Second Gentlemen 

Do You Want Us

To Sing About

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24/7

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Hot

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A**

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A**

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Lexus Lemon

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Anjali And Isha 

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My Family Come

Stay

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Menahune

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Laugh

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Peace

Bond-Moms

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[let-us-meet-aga1n]

I'M BACK WITH: 100 questions about tremolo answered because he deserves more appreciation after the whole clover thing (#fuckyouclover)

part 1/2!!

1. Are they a man or a woman? man. the father figure, if you will

2. Do you know how old they are? If yes, what’s the age gap? he's in his mid 40s, i'm 15. approximately 30 years lmao

3. What subject do they teach? orchestraaaaa let's go

4. Do you like the subject they are teaching? if i didn't, i would not still be taking this class!! yes! i love orchestra! so much so that i want to be an orchestral composer! crazy right?

5. What are your grades like for their subject? he genuinely doesn't have the heart to give anyone below an a+ soooooo

6. What is your favorite assignment they’ve set so far? since he doesn't give out "assignments" per se, i'm gonna say a piece of music! dives and lazarus from northumbrian suite (ian david coleman) was the first thing that came to mind. sure, it was an easy piece, but god did it invoke emotion...

7. What is your least favorite assignment they’ve set so far? front porch jam. it's a fiddle piece with straight 16th notes for the 1sts (me) played at 140 and it's literally all over the place... WE'RE AN ORCHESTRA TREMOLO NO FIDDLES IN SIGHT HERE THEY'RE CALLED VIOLINSSSSSS

8. Do they set homework often? like, normal homework? no. he only ever does that when he's not there for the day. but but but, he does give us at least 3 new pieces every 9 weeks, and we have to learn them by the end of it, so he does expect us to practice.

9. Is your TC generally liked as a teacher by their students? yes!! everyone loves him because he's such a dad and very kind and approachable

10. Is your TC close to any other students? so, the kids younger than me? idk, but my orchestra from last year, there was only one other person he was close to, and that was a senior 'cellist who graduated to go study music, so, as far as i know, i'm the last survivor heheheheh

11. How often do you have them for lessons? every other day during the school year

12. How long have you been taught by them? since 5th grade! (11)

13. What do they look like? white, bald man. very long beard. basically think of a stereotypical middle aged white man dad, and boom that's my orch teacher.

14. Do you typically find people who look like your TC attractive? no, because i don't find middle aged men attractive, let alone my teachers 🥰 it's literally 100% platonic and in a "i wish he were my dad :(" kinda way

15. What is your favorite feature of theirs? i mean, i don't really pay attention to physical features, but he has green eyes and the only reason i know that is the unbelievably high amount of times i have tried to communicate through blinking to him.

16. What is their hair like? What color and style is it? bald. just bald. BUT HE DID HAVE A MULLET DURING COVID AHAHAHAHAHAH- dark dark dark brown hair. borderline black.

17. What is their eye color? a swampy kinda green, but like not brown enough to be hazel if you know what i mean.

18. What would you describe their body type as being? middle aged white man.

19. How would you describe their style? again, middle aged white man. EXCEPT HE DOES WEAR A BOW TIE ALL THE DAMN TIME AND BEFORE I KNEW WHO HE WAS I CALLED HIM MR. BOW TIE.

20. Are there any clothes you think they look their best in? idk i've only seen him in casual wear and formal wear because that's all he ever wears???? only reason i've seen him in casual wear is because of NASHVILLE YAHOO!!!!

21. Would they be considered by most people to be physically attractive? he's a middle aged white man. next question.

22. Do they have any tattoos which you know about? nope!

23. Do they have any piercings which you know about? also nope!

24. Do they have any scars which you know about? not that i know about, but i do suspect he has sh-ed in the past because he said, and i quote, it's a "very familiar thing" for him... 🤨 he did NOT report me though so xoxo for valuing my privacy and NOT telling people without me knowing (ahem CLOVER ahem (fuck you you could've at least told me you bitch))

25. Which is the most attractive to you, the way they look or who they are inside? INSIDE DUH IT'S PLATONIC‼️ I CANNOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH IT'S A PLATONIC TC!!

26. What is their teaching style? (Eg. Strict or caring) very, very caring. he's always been student first, school later.

27. Do you like their teaching style? yes!!! he's the best 🥺

28. How would you describe their personality? very calm. he's very chill and i'm surprised at the amount of patience he has.

29. Do you usually find people with their personality type attractive? in boys my own age? yes. in men his age? i find it endearing and funny in a way

30. Do other people like your TCs personality? yes! everyone loves mr. bow tie!!!!

31. What is their sense of humor like? Do you think they’re funny? dad humor if you made it more millennial. he knows too much tbh. like, we tried hiding a word meaning from him (BFFR) and he went "okay, since y'all won't tell me i'm looking it up on urban dictionary." AND THE ENTIRE CLASS SCREAMED "NOOOOOO"

32. If you could change one thing about your TC, what would it be? i would change him to be my dad. :/

33. What’s a song that always makes you think of them? hmmm good question! because you're here - hatsune miku

34. What was your first impression of them? he intimidated the shit out of me, and i could not tell you why. i just remember he wanted to hear us all play solo at least once, and he came to the seat next to mine to listen to me, and i was literally QUIVERING in fear and he goes "do i scare you? you're shaking a lot..." and my 6th grade ass goes "i'm not shaking!" and he grabs my hands and says "calm down... trust me, it's not that big of a deal. i'm not grading you for it, i just want to hear you play, okay?" and i was like "....fine."

35. How long did it take you to fall for your TC? Was it instant attraction or did it take you getting close to them to realize you had a crush on them? again, absolutely no romantic attraction to this man at all. but, PLATONICALLY, it was around 7th grade when things started to get rough, and i knew his class was a safe space, so i just had to get to the fine arts hall, and at the end of it, he was always there in the orchestra room. so it took around 2 years.

36. What happened to make you realize you had a crush on them? again, not romantically, platonically, BUT it was when i started opening up and being vulnerable with him. after siren, i hadn't been able to do that with ANYONE. and you know what? he didn't yell at me for being a human, he didn't criticize, and he didn't even take pity on me, which i appreciated. he sat and listened. that was all i ever wanted. he never betrayed that trust, and that's when i realized i looked up to him a lot.

37. When you first met them, could you have ever imagined that your feelings would become so deep? no lmao if i told 5th grade me that in the span of 4 years you'd be able to open up about things like suicide and self-harm to him, she would've dropped out of his class SO FAST.

38. Did you ever think you’d have a crush on a teacher? no because i still don't! xoxo 🥰

39. Have you ever had any TCs before? platonic? yes. romantic? never. never ever ever.

40. Do you know anyone else who has a crush on your TC? i mean his wife is the only one that likes him in THAT way does that count

41. Do you know their relationship status? Are they married, in a relationship or single? married with children! that's why he's such a dad... because he literally IS on e😭

42. If they’re married or in a relationship, does this bother you? NOT ONE BIT. AGAIN, 100% PLATONIC.

43. Do they have any children? yes! 2 or 3 i can't remember how many...

44. What do you think they’d be like as a parent? SOBBING THE BEST PARENT EVER HE SEEMS SO SUPPORTIVE AND DOWN TO EARTH AND SWEET AS A PARENT

45. Do they have any pets you know about? YES he has a dog

46. Are your feelings for your TC platonic or romantic? PLATONIC I CANNOT OVERSTATE THIS ENOUGH

47. How would you describe your feelings for your TC? 3 words: the father figure.

48. If you had the chance to marry them tomorrow, would you take it? absolutely not <3

49. If they weren’t your teacher and the same age as you, do you think you’d be dating them? idk if he was my age.... i might fall for the nerdy geeky orchestra kid lmao

#🎼.mp3 #tc community #tcc feelings #tcc tumblr #tccblr #tcc struggles #tcc thoughts #platonic teacher crush #platonic tc #tc blog

[chivygirl]

Be who you want to be, he said. 

She stared at him over the wreath of smoke

What a sap, she thought. Snaps his head at whatever passes by. How could I have been so very stupid as to believe… .. 

She had felt something incredible with him, but now? Where was that bright, fulfilling prophecy? 

At the bottom of the barrel

Really, all those bright dreams had been extinguished as if under the heel of a Nazi boot

The ugly face of conquering reality: she was not so special… she had no reason to ever have believed it. 

As on every Friday, they were at Chile's: a local bar/upscale fake trattoria with lots of vegan dishes and pretentious people. A good people-watching spot. 

He looked lasciviously at the fresh young woman who came to take their order, and she forced herself to be still, to concentrate on the menu while he was engaged in light hearted banter.  She scanned the list of appetizers, but they streamed past her eyes like shiny trout in a fast moving stream. 

He was still talking, so she checked out the waitress, who was maybe just shy of 30 but obviously horny as hell and willing to listen. He was blabbering about how much he loved Pinot grigio, and how much it tasted like cork and old coins. This she had heard before, but the waitress hadn't, so she laughed. 

In the meantime, Erin glanced over at the couple in front of her. Here, the roles were reversed: the attractive brunette was munching on the sexy waiter with her big doe eyes, and her boyfriend was obviously feeling ignored. They exchanged glances for the breadth of a second, seeming to breathe in that palpable sense of heartbreak, mixed with humour. Love and disappointment. 

"Well then, what can I bring for you ma'am? "

The waitress said in an exaggeration of good manners. Erin detested the term, as it made her feel 100- years old. 

"A Caesar salad please. And a Beck's. Very cold" She handed back the menu with a pointed stare and a big, vacuous smile. 

Bernie looked at her, puzzled. 

"Everything ok? You don't seem so well. Didn't you want a steak?" He gave her a look which said he thought she was nuts. 

"Can't. On a diet. " She stared around his balding head to the young man, who was staring at her. She blushed. 

Suddenly, she stood up, walked towards the bathroom, and left her business card in the qlonely man's hand, pretending to have slipped up against him by accident. His girlfriend, who had ignored him up to that moment, looked at Erin,  disgusted. 

Bernie had suggested she go to a shrink, which she did. He was a strange man who made sudden movements about the room,  reminding her of a large moth. She thought he might be able to use therapy, preferably electro shock. 

She told him that she didn't love her boyfriend, because he seemed so disinterested in her. The doctor asked her if she was looking for a real relationship or just attention. Maybe just attention, she said, but so? Everyone wants attention. 

Of course, replied Dr. Grips, but only children demand it. 

Slowly, she had lost all her interest for anything other than chocolate chip cookies, wine and the occasional night out with the girls, which tortured her as her bestie Gilda was incredibly hot and always gloating about her most recent conquest and where they went on holiday. Daphne, instead, was stoic  not even stooping to depression. 

"Men are like that" She commented to Erin, if the latter ever whined about Bernie. 

"What did you expect? Barbie in the Maldives and pink n pretty? "

Her metaphors were indecifrable but somehow worked. 

"I didn't expect anything, " Erin sighed, waving to Sally for another Beck's, "just not a flat line. Our relationship is officially dead, and he seems more excited about literally anything aside from me, even a discount at Whole Foods. "

She decided it was time to take action. She packed her things in a light duffel, grabbed the keys to the truck and headed for the desert. The heat and the dryness seemed to dry out her mind. She started to have visions. 

When she stopped at a diner on the first afternoon out, she was dead tired. There, she saw a man get off his motorcycle and mosey up to the bar, carefully dusting his feet off on the welcome mat. He ordered a cup of coffee and sat down. 

She noticed a key ring with what reminded her of a ball and chain. In a flash he was throwing at her, and she caught it, dropping it quickly on the linoleum countertop. 

"You out of your mind!? " 

The damn thing had spikes on it. She tossed it back to him hard, but he just laughed. Her bitterness had turned her stupid. She got up and left, dropping a ten dollar bill next to her greasy plate. The doorbell jingled as she left.. 

Outside, the sagebrush trembled in the high desert heat. The air wiggled into waves which distorted the view. It was purple, red, green. She almost expected a Navajo to come dancing out, full headdress flying over the sandy sea. 

But it was quiet. 

After driving for a half an hour  Erin stopped. Her phone was ringing with that irritating high pitched warble. She fought an urge to toss it into the ditch. She pulled off the road, greeting Bernie calmly. He asked where the hell she was. 

What's it to you? She answered back, calmly. 

He said he missed her, but wanted to say goodbye as he had to take a flight to Portland for a conference. He would call from the road. 

The next morning, she woke up early, had a fantastic continental breakfast at the Days inn. Sausage links, pancakes, good old fashioned coffee with cream. 

She had dressed in a worn old pair of jeans and leather jacket, a pink t-shirt. 

She headed out on route 40, past Sun Valley. Before the petrified forest and the tourist traps, she stopped, creeping down into a hole beneath a wreath of dead logs, the wood so dry it looked like it might burst into flames. 

There was Tony, his teeth rotted out of his head and his body marbled with green. He must be full of gas, she thought. 

Maggots were feeding on eyeballs and genitals. His foot stuck through his sock, the bones starting to poke through after months and months of hot Arizona sun. Years ago, he had been her one and only, and they had snuggled up together at night. Then the rain came, and she was left alone, discarded, and her phone calls went unanswered for days. 

The Phoenix police department had just been assigned a string of homicide cases. Very unusual victims: young, handsome, and successful. Unmarried. Well-liked and popular. 

He had treated her like a princess: bottles of expensive wine, foreign clothes, elegant holidays. Gave her compliments. 

Until she realized it was simply a game. Her so-called boyfriend started to have hobbies, which took up too much of his time. When his flirting got obvious, Erin went into overdrive. She would rev up into action. She would go work out to get out her excess energy, sweating for hours so that she would simply collapse into a heap at home, later, forgetting to even check her phone for the messages that would rarely arrive from Luis, from Roger, from Dominic. 

She had looked for a cute guy to hook up with and she had found it. But somehow, along the way, she had lost her cool. Her fangs had showed, and somehow, the men were scared off. 

Inspector Stanley Criss had little to go on, as usual. The most recent victim must have had dozens of lovers, but getting had to identify: who would have been the one with a screw loose. Which didn't seem like a likely hypothesis, since women who killed were proportionally rare. 

Outside his penthouse, a few reporters and a few good looking women, looking a bit sad. Stanley was able to obtain an interview, and one, named Shirley Tyler, gave him a tiny lead. She told him that Roger (the victim) received hundreds of calls a day from a woman he referred to as the stalker. Asked if she had ever seen the woman, Shirley mentioned only that she had seen a letter at the house, hidden in his desk. It was a kind of dramatic declaration, mentioning that she would move on, don't forget me and the like, something an adolescent could have written, not a grown woman. "I could tell she was crazy. No one throws it all on the table like that. A woman always keeps a bit of mystery to keep a man"

Shirley seemed sure of her words. 

She had also seen a picture, identified by Roger, of a slim brunette dressed boyishly. 

"A beautiful woman" Shirley said it with a touch of envy. She was a bit thick about the midline.

"Beautiful is as beautiful does. Better an old bag with a good heart that a shiny new tart who's gone crazy"

Shirley wasn't ugly or old, just realistic. She didn't believe in love or being anyone's one and only. 

Thank god. Tony had believed in all of those things, but had ended up in a ditch in Hopi country, without a chance of redemption. His gorgeous girlfriend hasn't waited for his corpse to melt before moving on. Just like every man moved on to his next prey. 

[deadpt2]

my 04/12 The Pain Remains Tour, concert review

WOW! What a show! Last night I saw Brand of Sacrifice, Shadow of Intent, and Lorna Shore last night and holy shit, it was amazing! Opening acts included Bodysnatcher and Boundaries which unfortunately I came to the venue a little late so I didn’t get to properly enjoy them but from what I’ve heard from friends there, they were pretty kick ass. 

PRE-SHOW / OPENERS:

Even tho doors opened to the Cedar Rapids show at 6:30, I didn’t get there until 6:50 ish because parking downtown was HORRIBLE (obviously due to the show) but I was lucky enough to get street parking where the rest of my group had to park in a tower. When I arrived I waited for my group then we went right to the merch line due to the fact I knew that after the show I would just want to go home. I stood in line with friends for about 25/30 minutes (the Lorna Shore line was *that* long) and I got a hoodie and signed vinyl to add to my collection which I’m pretty stoked about. The merch wasn’t too expensive, shout out tho to Version for dropping my cell service in the venue so my apple pay couldn’t work but the real MVP is Ella for having a backup <3. Most of the hoodies and long sleeves seemed to be about between $40-65 and the signed vinyl was $75. 

After getting the desired merch we all went to our spots in the pit (side note, the upper half of the venue was cut off, and the “arena” had curtains pulled up to create a makeshift ceiling which helped control the lighting as the show used an impressive amount of smaller lights amongst a black lighted area), and I saw two of my tattoo artists which was super dope. Sandwiched in between a couple who seemed more interested in making out with each other than the show and a bald guy who smelled like rotten eggs, the show started. 

BRAND OF SACRIFICE

The only thing I can say after watching Brand of Sacrifice’s set is, holy shit I’m in love. The band was immediately successful in getting the crowd’s energy up to where everyone was ramming into each other, and the lead singer demanded a pit be opened and the crowd willingly obeyed the orders given. Right away my friends and I were moving aside to get away from the pit and I held on to my vinyl for dear life and kinda started to regret not waiting to get it til the end :/. The set was AMAZING and I kept making mental notes to myself, when I get home I need to check this song out, and this song and this song, and so forth. Also, the lead singer is hot lol and I was openly simping over him to my friends when I got a chance, which was kinda hard because we got separated pretty quickly due to the crowd's energy. There was a point where the singer demanded that the pit open up to be bigger, and even tho I’m not a mosh pit person, I was ready to swan dive in. The set was about an hour-ish and I now want to see them headline. Before leaving the stage the singer, Kyle Anderson was like “In 15 minutes I’ll be at our merch table in the back so come stop by” and I was gonna leave to get a photo or for him to sign my leg. But after realizing how far I was getting closer to the barricade I decided against it. 

10/10 gonna see it again

SHADOW OF INTENT 

Shadow of Intent was really good. Already coming into a buzzing crowd the boys did a stellar job at keeping all the hype up. I felt like during SoI’s set the crowd moved much more than the previous set. We were all doing that thing where we shove up to one another and just move with the music which I LOVE. I love feeling the energy of the crowd and how the performers can pull us all other like worms on a string. I felt bad for the two smaller ladies in front of me who kept getting shoved into but the heard of people that I was near were all making sure we were at least doing ok and not being too suffocated. I was glued to this one man’s side, to the point where it was almost as if he had to keep throwing devil horns and fits up otherwise he would elbow my head (which I appreciated) and I held onto my vinyl for dear life because the last thing that would go down and get lost/stomped on was that vinyl (I seriously don't fuck around with vinyls, I would rather have lost my car keys and phone before I let something happen to that vinyl). 

This is going to be kinda nit-picky BUT there was this guy (who ended up near me at the end of the set as I was second to barricade halfway through Shadow of Intent’s set) who was very angrily pushing people back and throwing fists because people were pushing into him. He very aggressively shove me aside even though I was not one of the people who were pushing into him. *special mention to whoever quickly yanked me up*. Maybe this is just me and my thinking but if you go to a rock or metal concert except some pushing, expect to be nudged around. It’s a fucking concert, don’t punch people because they are reacting to the music. He kept doing it during the set and I thought he was gonna get pulled out by security because there were A LOT of people telling him to chill the fuck out. 

I got to the second row from the barricade which was AWSOME for Shadow’s set. The singer kept pouring water on his head and whipping the water from his hair into the crowd which was neat, *ok I know that he most likely poured water on his head to keep him cool. I was talking to one of my favorite baristas today about the concert because she too went, and she had mentioned it was kinda hard to hear the vocals and she wondered if there was a technical issue with the gear or maybe one of the sound guys had dropped the ball in regards but I feel quite differently. I feel that the vocals translated quite well due to the fact on the record and the type of music Shadow of Intent makes and a lot of death / black metal *, in my opinion,* doesn't normally have clear vocals and can come off as a type of white noise due to the different vocal style they use. During the set, which again lasted about an hour, it seemed that the band was also enjoying the set they were playing and was eating the energy back from the crowd that was wild. Even after the set was over the drummer had a smile as the staff was passing out Lorna Shore’s setlists and such. 

8.88/10 

LORNA SHORE

Lorna Shore was fucking CRAZY and deserves all the praise they get for the night. The atmosphere was out of your mind, the music, the flashing lights going so fast it could induce seizures, people pushing and ramming into each other left and right, the steam of crowd surfers seemed never-ending, the most pit never dying, HOLY SHIT! It was awesome being upfront and I was really glad I didn’t step out to get that photo because witnessing Lorna Shore that close was an experience in and of itself. I can not describe all of the headbanging and screaming that I did, I woke up in the middle of the night with my throat on fire and neck sore as a mfer’ but it was worth it! It was very indescribable and I’m gonna say it now, and probably again later, but if you have the chance to see Lorna Shore either as an opener or a headliner, TAKE IT! I felt like the set was WAY too short for the incredible (1hr 15 ish) performance they gave and it was to no one’s surprise that once they were finished, we were all screaming for one more song and for them to come back on, which they didn’t hesitate to give in. A for sure ten out of ten performance, and I was super lucky to see them as close as I did. The only *again nit-picky moment* thing that made me roll my eyes during the set, was the guy who was throwing punches at people from Shadow of Intent’s set, had made it behind me for Lorna Shore and kept complaining about *again* people pushing into him and also about the number of crowd surfers that kept coming. As I said before, it’s a concert, people push into each other, people crowd surf, we’re not all gonna stand there like sim characters and if you don’t want to push the surfers forward or mosh being upfront probably isn’t the best place for you. 

10/10  

AFTER

I stayed around the barricade for about five minutes after to see if I could be lucky enough to get a set list, which didn’t happen but the drummer from Shadow of Intent came out and was talking to the security and those he was near. The crowd disappeared fast to my surprise. BIG BONUS As I was leaving I looked over and saw the lead singer of Brand of Sacrifice’s singer taking photos with people and singing merch and I got a photo with him. *fangirling* He’s so soft-spoken I almost didn’t hear him and I got a fist bump which made my night. I was debating about if I wanted to buy some merch real quick and ask him to sign it but I felt too awkward doing that (based on my vibes nothing to do with him) and left very happy that I got a photo that I immediately sent out to my friends and personal social media’s. The whole night was so fucking awesome from start to finish (the first act was at like 7:35 and the Lorna Shore’s encore ended at 10:45ish so not bad time-wise, each set was like an hour and Lorna Shore had a little more time due to them being the actual headliner) and I am 100% going to raid the merch stores soon :) 

#concert #concert experience #lorna shore #shadow of intent #brand of sacrifice #kelly rambles #you know it’s a good show when they stop your period cramps #I also got kicked in the face from a crowd surfer and it was awsome

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Happy Hump Day!

Blimey, what a change in the weather! This time last week, all the talk was about trying to stay warm and heating bills. Yesterday, as forecast, there was sunshine! Over the next seven days, there are going to be scattered showers but at least it’s not going to be cold. I can live with that. I love the seasons! I love every element of every season and I love looking forward to longer days. Today is the shortest day of the year. From now on, we will get a little more light every day.

The average energy (gas/electricity) price in Poland is 174 Euros. That’s the lowest. The average energy price in France is 650 Euros. The average energy price in the UK is 2960 Euros. Energy used to be nationalised, now it’s in the hands of very private and very selfish people. It’s not a cost of living crisis, it’s a cost of greed crisis!

Yesterday, I did what I needed to do, which wasn’t much. It was a relatively relaxing day. Lord knows I’ve looked forward to days like this! After a non-stop year in which I didn’t have time to write and didn’t even have time to walk, I’ve looked forward to a few days of no one needing anything from me. I admit it, I put my feet up and actually watched TV. ‘The White Lotus’ is probably the finest drama about white privilege I have ever seen.

Mental health is a much talked about subject. Companies and institutions have specialists (and even departments) that deal with mental health and well-being, and all of that is really useful work, totally undone by cruel words, emotional abuse, sexism, racism and misogynism. Two steps forwards, four steps backwards. Maybe we should create departments to deal with the bullies, then the well-being team wouldn’t be so busy?

Trying not to get too excited but I’ve got three gigs in four days! The Mi-Soul Christmas Party on December 28 (now at Koko in Camden), ‘Let The Music Play’ in Stevenage on December 30, and New Year’s Eve at The White Lion in Streatham. It will be selfie-tastic!

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday. I love you all. Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #christmas