#Credit to the person who sorted the clips together

[chameleon8]

okay but does anybody else imagine Calvin’s voice as Alfur’s from Hilda?

Alfur voice sample:

#hilda #hilda alfur #fablehaven #dragonwatch #fhdw #calvin #Just me? #Okay #source: youtube #Credit to the person who sorted the clips together #As well as the creators of Hilda #“Hilda- I mean Seth don’t do anything dangerous” #The Tiny Hero #Youtube

[mythserene]

LEWISOHN: Let's crowdsource this bastard.

Check a footnote.

Whether you heroically tear straight into him like @wingsoverlagos or you find one thing like @delightfullyatomicfest did, it matters! What I hoped for and imagined from the beginning was some sort of crowdsourced work. There is too much for any one person, and one of the biggest problems with Beatles' sources is that they're not all equally easy to get to for everyone. And although this has become personal for me, it is an objectively huge problem for all Beatles fans and scholars that the man who has collectively been called the Beatles historian has—and I cannot say this clearly enough—BEEN JUST MAKING SHIT UP.

He literally ends ‘Tune In’ with a fabricated line that he sources to John Lennon. (!!!)

(Which I might not have realized for ages—if ever—if not for this @wingsoverlagos post)

Lewisohn has no shame.

And while it may seem like we are screaming into the void right now, I will tell you that we are not. I fear jinxing anything so I won't say more now, but our work is not in vain. People are paying attention. How can they help but pay attention? It's too shocking a betrayal. Too great a breach of trust. It has become overwhelming and impossible to ignore, and it has happened so quickly. Just by a few people taking the time to do the work.

And what is obvious now is that if you take a piece of source material that's referenced and go through it you will find butchered and fabricated quotes. And whether you do it that way or just check a footnote that interests you PLEASE TELL ME what you find! 🙏🏻

I am trying to gather all this up in one place. An ammo dump, if you will. If you want credit, tell me how you want to be credited, linked to, and any combination thereof. (I don't like taking credit for things I don't find, anyway.) But either shoot me a message or @ me or all of the above so we can collect all together and it can have the cumulative effect it deserves. (I will respond, but sometimes I am gone for a few days at a time, and occasionally for up to a week. I always come back, though.) #crowdsourcelewisohn

I have also set up an email for collecting funky footnotes: [email protected] (At this point I'm only checking this once a week.)

If you look, you almost certainly will find.

If you have any Beatle magazines or Pete Best's book, "Beatle!" you could be a superhero. (One chapter of Best's book is available online, but I haven't been able to find the rest.) Or if you have any less-available source material I am urging you—begging you—to jump in and check some footnotes. With Lewisohn as bold as he is in the easily searchable things just imagine the license he's taking in the rest. But whether hard to find or commonplace, check a source. It adds up and it kind of feels good to uncover some bullshit.

For your edification and motivation I am adding a clip — lightly edited to take out some Lewisohn devolutions (so here's the queued up link) — of Mark Lewisohn bragging and basking in the praise of being called a historian who should be ranked alongside the great LBJ biographer Robert Caro, of him saying that the Beatles should appreciate anyone writing a biography of this high a standard about them, and a momentary lapse into deep resentment that they don't appreciate him. And then he gives his little speech about the Beatles being about “truth with a capital ‘T’” and how he is writing a biography to match that truth.

“Truth” is a word Mark Lewisohn needs to keep out of his mouth. If you feel like he should be struck by lightening for uttering it, that is exactly what I am talking about.

We are that lightening.

Honestly, what AKOM started is so awesome. It gave this an outlet. (And I still go back and listen for both source material and motivation.)

It's sickening to listen to this now. Sickening because Lewisohn has been making us all his dupes for far too long. We have been his marks, and there's almost nothing I hate more than being conned.

#mark lewisohn #historiography #dr frankenquote #exact words #lewisohn lies #tune in #fine tuning #wingsoverlagos #a beatle didn't say that #paul mccartney #the beatles #check a footnote #crowdsource lewisohn #AKOM #I love you Phoebe and Daphne #lewi-sins

[maybemoonout]

if you were to put together a milex starter pack, what would be the top moments you’d include?? love your blog btw! 💗

Hi there anon! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this, there's just a lot going on right now for me so I only really found the time to answer this now! I hope you don't mind and still see this T_T

A starter pack sounds like such a fun idea! I want this to be sort of a bite sized post that allows new people from the fandom to find a little bit of everything they need to know. I think that's a good idea, so I decided with that!

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To get started, I wanted to link this post by @i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind who made an AMAZING full blown post proving milex and it's wonderfully detailed and full of interview moments that start from the true beginning. A GREAT read if you need something to get you started!!

Some of my favorite moments that I got from that post are:

— Alex Turner on ‘Hot Press’ (x)

— Miles Kane, Les Inrocks Magazine 2016 (x)

And many many more from that post, it's also a great place to collect gifs since it has a lot, just remember to credit @i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind !!

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Another GREAT post to read about their relationship is this post by @paperlovesadness that discusses Miles and Alex's relationship as the definition of Twin Flames. It's INCREDIBLY detailed and has sources for all the interviews mentioned. It's honestly such an interesting study, the definition of twin flames, even outside Milex, so please do give it a read!!

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More great reads for this fandom are song analyses! You can find tons just by searching, but personally I have read all the song analyses of @yellowloid and @paperlovesadness, and I love them A LOT. I also have a few of my own, just check out my #ask !!

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@puppetsspace started a Milex Timeline of events but it only ever made it to 2007, I don't know if anyone else made a bigger timeline but this is still a great blog to check out for the early timelines! My favorite one there has to be this post where Miles sees Alex for the first time and he looks in awe. Very sweet!

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@yummilexhub created a full blown collection of the entire EYTCTE Tour!! A great place to get sources and clips!! please check it out here!

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Now for some more fun stuff, if I had to choose my favorite moments it would be really... difficult. I have A LOT in mind and I honestly can't pick just a few so I'll try limiting it as much as I can.

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1. The Iconic Øyafestivalen 2016 hug

Need I say more? Miles HIMSELF posted this moment, so it's not surprising everyone loves it, including meself.

2. The Iconic Coachella Kiss

This is honestly my favorite for 2 reasons:

[edited] I was unfortunately a slave to the internet but I originally said here that they were really banned but really its just a rumour!! I hears the guy handling coachella really wasn't happy with the whole thing thoigh, still funny lmfao

It was the one of the few moments that were the closest to a kiss, there are a few others but this one is the most popular and most iconic because again of said reason in #1.

3. Sharing Clothes

This ones not really a moment but a collection of moments. I find it EXTREMELY FUNNY that whenever people do those "boyfriend style" things on Alex, you see the regular array of ex girlfriends or current girlfriend, and out of nowhere, it's just Miles HAHAHAHHA. LIKE IT'S FUNNY AS HELL. I find it kinda sweet that Miles is somehow the... consistent out of all of the styles, like no matter the era of Alex there's gonna be a moment where he shares clothes with Miles, compared to the others who obviously only ever share with him in one period. I guess that's the perks of being the best friend?

Some examples:

Striped Shirt

Leather Jacket

Fred Perry Cardigan

4. The Albums being called "their baby"

This one is a little more of a stretch because I've only ever seen it one time. In this interview Alex says "for the past 8 years we've considered...trying for another baby" then they both start laughing hysterically. It's funny and cute :)) If anyone ever sees a different moment where Alex and Miles call the albums their babies, please do let me know!

5. I Want You (She's So Heavy)

These gifs explain themselves I think

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I honestly can't think of more on top of my head right now, if anyone wants to add more please do! I'll definitely add more later but for now, this is my starter pack!

I hope this is a good little collection of stuff for you guys to see a little bit of everything!

#alex turner #miles kane #milex #the last shadow puppets #tlsp #ask #answered #my post #my gifs #gifset #starter pack #hope this helps T_T

[redwineconversation]

Olympique Lyonnais Behind the Scenes (Episode 5)

This covers the month of January. Better late than never but alas some of us have jobs that we want to keep and cannot be chronically online. The Behind the Scenes translations is one of those times where I wish I was technologically apt because then I could just upload the video and add subtitles, alas, neither OLPlay nor my technology skills will ever make that happen.

I have no shame in confessing to this - I didn't want to do this one because Carpenter is in it and I am so irked by all the fucking Arsenal fans/stans suddenly thirsting for her to join their godawful team after the abuse she is has gotten from Arsenal stans the past two years. To act like she should join that club after what those people have said / done is so completely tone-deaf. Likewise, suddenly using "le clean sheet" every time your goalkeeper does their actual job is not as cute/funny as you think it is. It's annoying. It's so fucking annoying.

I will also save those godawful stans the time and say that Lyon / Carpenter do not address Carpenter's engagement to van de Donk as Lyon is a serious club who doesn't use a player's personal life as a marketing ploy. The purpose of the Behind the Scenes is to get to know the players' mentality and thoughts about the month's events.

Blah blah standard disclaimers apply; @OL Comms I feel like chipping in to contribute my Starbucks fund is the least you could do considering all the free work I am doing for y'all; how amazing would it be if some of you would actually get the mental help you so desperately need; y'all know the speech.

OLYMPIQUE LYONNAIS BEHIND THE SCENES (EPISODE 5)

Ellie Carpenter: We had a lot of games. We had Champions League games. I think it was a much needed break for everyone.

Selma Bacha: We really needed to have a break, because there are players who went straight into the World Cup so they didn't have a lot of rest. Everyone benefited from the break. For me, I went to Tunisia, where my family is originally from. So I had a great time with my family. And then we started up again. The break was short.

Damaris: It was good for everybody I think to go home, to be with our families and friends. Just to push football aside and enjoy ourselves. Yeah, that's always a good thing.

[OPENING CREDITS]

[TRAINING FOOTAGE FROM GIRONA]

Sara Dabritz: We went to preseason camp. It was really good. We spent a lot of time together. We had a nice hotel. It was intense but it's like that in camp. But I think it was good for us to prepare for the [second half of the] season.

Carpenter: The training camp in Spain was a nice way to come back at the start of this year to train well, to get the basics back, get back in the gym. And it was also really fun for the team morale. The camps with the team are always really fun. We have to work fun but also enjoy ourselves off the field.

Bacha: It was hard because you come back from break and you have to dig deep and work hard. So it was really hard because we had a fitness test over there.

Carpenter: The worst moment was probably the running test we had to do, the 1.5km [1 mile] sprint test.

Bacha: Honestly, that's when you realize that Olympique Lyonnais is a family. You can see it in the video clips, we're encouraging each other. The cohesion was top.

[TRAINING FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Bacha: My favorite moment was the team cohesion activity with the golf carts. Honestly it was so good. We had to do stuff - well, we had to do funny things. It was the best part.

Carpenter: Driving around the hotel trying to find clues, that was very fun.

[TEAM COHESION ACTIVITY FOOTAGE]

Carpenter: Yeah, we knew we had Paris FC as soon as we got back from Christmas break. After having been off we thought it might be hard to come back and play against a top team in Europe, in France for sure.

[LYON - PARIS FC GAME FOOTAGE]

Bacha: We got right into it. We know that those sort of games, they're going to very very big games because Paris FC is a really good team who has really improved and recruited really well. And honestly, it was a big game. We had to work for that win, so the game was won on mentality.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Carpenter: Paris FC has shown that they're a great team, they're a top team in Europe, doing well in the Champions League and, yeah. The intensity was high. I think you could feel that everyone just came back from holidays but we'll fight, until those last five minutes when we did score.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Bacha: Ah, Ada's goal, that's just Ada Hegerberg. That's it. There's no other forward who can do that. Honestly, when we celebrated - even I spoke in English, I said "what a goal". [Hegerberg speaks English when she's annoyed, which is why Bacha brings up the linguistic switch] Her shot was really incredible. You can watch it over and over. If you ask her tomorrow to do it it, she will. And it's true that she's the kind of player whom you can count on in big games. Everyone should have an Ada on their team.

Damaris: Yes, it was a magnificent goal. Speaking for myself, I was far back. It was a long ball, I headed it forward. I saw the ball stay there and I saw Ada [Hegerberg] call for the ball. When you're behind, you can see everything. Right before she took the shot, I was like "well, that's going to be a goal."

Carpenter: Yeah, she's a big game player, she scores big goals. So we needed that in that moment and she did that. So it was very cool.

[LYON - PARIS FC POSTGAME FOOTAGE]

Bacha: Honestly, it's good for us and it gets us going. I think we've been really good since the start of the season. And when I talk with players on other teams, or other coaches, they tell me that Lyon this year is unbeatable, so I hope it continues like that and we'll bring all the trophies home.

Damaris: The work we did for that game, we worked really hard. I don't think we were really efficient but we had a lot of opportunities to score.

Carpenter: Yeah, I think it was important that we started the year off with three points and continue our perfect streak in the league.

[LYON - MONTPELLIER COUPE DE FRANCE GAME FOOTAGE]

Dabritz: We had the game against Montpellier in the Coupe [de France]. I remember Amel [Majri] scoring a magnificent goal. It was a right on target.

Majri: Yeah, I saw Lindsey [Horan], she won the ball back. I called for it, she passed it to me. I think Ada [Hegerberg] was besides me asking for it as well, but I don't know, I think I was focused on what I was doing. So I just took a shot and it went it.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Bacha: Yeah, it's really great. Good on her as well because you can see she is starting to get her rhythm back. It's not easy when you're not playing all the time. Here, honestly, I'm just so happy for her. I hope she continues like that because she's the sort of player we really need.

Carpenter: Yeah, I love playing with Amel [Majri]. Yeah, I think she's one of the best players in the world I've seen or played with. [is she though...] She's an amazing talent and you can see what she's capable of now when she's getting back to the top of her game.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Carpenter: The team is in very good spirits at the moment, and you can tell that on the field. Off the field, we're a very close group and we work for each other. And on the field, you can see we're very connected. We're just enjoying ourselves out there, we're not too much pressure [on ourselves], we're just trying to play good football.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Majri: So really, when I went to call for the ball, I could see that even if I got it, I didn't think I could do much with it. So I said to myself, "Amel, leave it", so I left it and there was Ada [Hegerberg] and then a goal. And I thought - well I'm not going to lie to you, when I left I thought to myself "I hope she gets it". And to be frank she was doing great work before, because Lindsey [Horan] got past the opponent, and she [Hegerberg] just shot across. Honestly, it's a great goal.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Majri: Yeah, I'm happy because it's always nice to implicated in the build-up to a goal. I think that what I bring in terms of the style of play, I try to be involved in the ball movement, moving with the ball, moving without the ball. And I have good sensations, I feel good. Beyond that it's also the fact that I have been playing in consecutive games. But in terms of full games, I think it's one of my best performances since I have come back.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Carpenter: I guess playing a team one week after the other, twice in a row, it's quite difficult. It was a different Montepellier we faced at their home as well, away. Yeah, it was a tough game, it was one we had to grind out. Yeah, we knew they were going to come out different, like after beating them in the Coupe [de France], we knew it would be a completely different game since they're at home, and they totally showed that.

Bacha: We know that the league and the Coupe de France have nothing to do with each other. We know that Montpellier is a very, very aggressive team. And we knew that playing at their stadium was going to be hard. But here, yeah, it was really hard.

[MONTPELLIER - LYON GAME FOOTAGE]

Bacha: The night before the game, I was really focused on myself. I knew there were people coming to watch us, members of my family. And then, corner. It comes back to Eugenie [Le Sommer], who gives it back to me, and I was like - I knew exactly where I wanted to put it. So I pulled it in and placed it on Vanessa [Gilles]'s head. So really, really happy.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Bacha: It's that left foot, it's my left foot. What can I say. But beyond that, I work really hard. I know that I always want perfection. Because I know there are games where the crosses aren't good, but I really want perfection.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Bacha: My second assist for Ada [Hegerberg], it's vintage Ada-Selma. It's that connection that I think not a lot of people have. Honestly, with her, I know where she wants the ball and - honestly, I don't even have to look up. Because I cross, but I already know where she is.

Carpenter: Yeah, Selma [Bacha] is a great crosser, a great assister. Yeah, they're perfect, those crosses, pinpoint. If it wasn't for her we probably wouldn't have gotten the three points. So it was great to have her service [LOL at the Franglais here - the correct word would have been contribution], it allowed us to score goals.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Dabritz: I remember that it was a very intense game. But it's always like that against Montpellier. It's always a game which comes down to the duels, to aggression. They came back with that goal, it was a game which was a little [Dabritz mimes going back and forth] But then we won it and that's the most important thing.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Dabritz: We gave it all on the field. And it's normal to have games which are more complicated than others. And yeah, Montpellier is a good team, I can admit that.

Bacha: That's why I said that Olympique Lyonnais, the mentality - honestly, there are few players who can walk on to this team and say they already have that mentality. [@/any team other than Lyon. A blood lust isn't innate. It's learned behavior.]

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Dabritz: We went to Austria for a Champions League game. Those are always special games for us. It's a particular game, playing the Champions League, those games are seen as the highest level.

[ST POLTEN - LYON PREGAME FOOTAGE]

Carpenter: Yeah, you never know really, when you go to other teams, other countries, how the pitch is going to be. Yeah, the pitch wasn't great. But we made the most of it and we had quite a good game.

Bacha: A stadium which was ... [Bacha laughs] It was a complicated game. No, playing on that pitch was complicated, it was a bit hard. But we started strong. We attacked from the start, even if we were starting to feel the tiredness. But we attacked from the start and were playing simple. And honestly, we were very efficient as well.

[ST POLTEN - LYON GAME FOOTAGE]

Dabritz: And yeah, we played a really good game, with a lot of goals and a really good performance from the entire team.

[ST POLTEN - LYON GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Bacha: [forcefully] We never underestimate a team. When you play simple and individually you're clean, technically you're clean, and you're all on the same wave length, honestly there are not - we're good.

[ST POLTEN - LYON GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Carpenter: Getting players back from injury, it's always nice, especially when they're providing assists and scoring goals. That's even better.

[ST POLTEN - LYON GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Dabritz: Yeah, it was a good goal. [laughs] We really enjoyed ourselves on the field, we had nice combinations, we were explosive offensively. At least I think so. So we were really happy after the game.

[ST POLTEN - LYON GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

[TRAINING FOOTAGE / COUPE DE FRANCE LYON - FC NANTES FOOTAGE]

Bacha: Yeah, it wasn't an easy game because maybe in our heads, even if I think it's not really like that, but instinctively it's human nature and we underestimated them. FC Nantes came in with their game plan. They're a really good team, I was surprised. The first half was difficult. I think it's a little bit because exhaustion is starting to creep in. But the changes at half time did us some good and we were really efficient. The coach [Sonia Bompastor] yelled a bit at half time but it's normal. It's like that.

Carpenter: Yeah, I think fatigue comes into play there. I think it was our fifth or sixth game in a run. They were a different team, we hadn't really played them before. I think we can put that first half behind us and I think we really came out better in the second half. But yeah, I think we ended the game better than we started.

[LYON - FC NANTES GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Carpenter: Yeah, it was so nice to see Delphine [Cascarino] make her return from her ACL. Obviously it's such a long rehab, such a long journey. It's tough to have an injury and go through something like that, and it's her second one as well. But I think she's done an amazing job. You can see in the way she's come back, she still has her speed, has her footwork.

Bacha: It was a really good moment for Delphine, the return against FC Nantes. We saw her struggle, her mentality is just incredible. It's really hard to have the ACL injury happen twice, to have missed the World Cup when we were expecting her, we wanted her there. Now she had the mentality, she dug deep. I'm really happy to see her back because it will really do us good.

[GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D / LYON - SLAVIA PRAGUE GAME FOOTAGE]

Carpenter: Yeah, we knew we were first in the group and obviously qualified, but we also knew we needed to put out a strong performance [they did not]. We wanted to keep the flow going for how well we're doing this month [of January]. On game day, obviously not everything went to plan. Obviously I think fatigue played a little bit in that as well, but that's not really an excuse. We should be better. We had 10,000 people come and you know, the more people that come the better, at least for us. We want to perform well, put on a show, for them to come back again.

Bacha: First of all we have to thank the fans who come out and support us. They're becoming more and more, so we need to thank them and for them to continue coming out and supporting us. After, it was hard because - well personally, I could feel the exhaustion. Then Slavia [Prague] was playing with a really low block. They came to get something at Lyon, even if we were already first and already qualified. At the end of the day we're Olympique Lyonnais. It's not acceptable to have played that sort of game.

LYON - SLAVIA PRAGUE GAME FOOTAGE CONT'D]

Carpenter: Yeah, it was very frustrating. I think games like that, you want to play the next game very quickly after so you can have a good reaction.

Dabritz: We were a little disappointed because we weren't happy with our performance. We wanted to show to the public that we can put on good performances, they came for us. That's why we were a bit disappointed. Beyond that, we want to continue, we always want to improve, progress. We always want to give our best. But it's not always possible.

Bacha: I'd rather it happened to us then than get to the quarterfinals and you're knocked out I hope it will serve as a lesson to us.

Carpenter: No team is perfect in the world. Some teams have draws or a loss and it's not the end of the world. I think we need to remind ourselves that we're also human as well. Not every game is the best game. January is probably the biggest month we've had in a long time. We knew we had a lot of games, we had to get points, play well, perform. I think as a team we did that great, especially as we have some injuries at the moment as well so we had to adapt. I think the team has held up well. We're ready for February.

#all good love stories start in the rain #ellie carpenter #selma bacha #damaris #damaris egurrola #sara dabritz #amel majri #nah but really #let's TALK about Lyon's eyes and how they change. you really have to watch them play regularly to understand it #and there's a part of you that's like 'shit. do my eyes change too?' #and the answer to that is: which answer would scare you more #that your eyes can change or that they don't

[irrealisms]

isolate song liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it; i'll be posting liner notes for my most recent three fics sort of periodically over the course of the next week or two

fic idea credit goes entirely to my friend birdy, who does songbird neurology research and had a bunch of xenofiction ideas about birdsong + tommy and ghostbur

this fic was almost named so this is what the volume knob is for, from dance music by the mountain goats, and i listened to that song on repeat a lot while writing this. highly recommend it as a song pairing. it's about abuse and music and it's one of my top picks for c!tommy in general. it also makes me think of @divinekillcam a lot (so look i'm seventeen years old ... when the police come to get me i'm listening to dance music, dance music), who is also c!tommy in a way, and who i thought about a lot while writing this fic. he was the first person i sent a draft of it to

the fic was originally written as though tommy was a normal songbird with just the one critical period and then i sent it to my Bird Knowledge Betas and one of them (soroka) went "tommy should be a starling (here are some Reasons it would be Themes)" and the other (birdy) went "starlings are actually open-ended song learners, this is also themes". birdy's comment is almost word-for-word copy-pasted into the end note, lol. this did genuinely make me emotional, though. man. his song will get better ... T_T

something i tried to capture and don't know how well i did at is that techno & tommy are really, really funny. i rewatched some bedrock bros streams for this and spent the whole time laughing. like, tommy's being annoying, but also they're just really funny together! no one writes technoblade funny enough. idk if i did either but i did try.

relatedly: no one writing tommy-sympathetic bedrock bros abuse recovery fic writes him annoying enough. i wanted to make Tommy Is Being So Very Annoying And Frustrating To Techno (and yet they do like each other) a major element in this fic even as i gave the readers sympathetic reasons why

something i didn't get a chance to really include in the fic for wordcount reasons is that tommy is soooooo parasocial and weird about phil for reasons of "he's a corvid TOO.... he's got wings just like me...." etc. even while not really...knowing phil very well

birds with clipped wings can get more anxious and have more behavioral problems (including screaming/being louder!) because they can't do their automatic reflex of flying away when in an anxiety-provoking situation! this felt very bedrock bros era tommy to me. also, "tommy's wings get clipped in exile" is such a stereotypical fanon thing and the exchange i wrote this for was about "what if we wrote stereotypical fanon tropes But Good", so.

did you know that birds don't actually sing while in flight? i didn't! shoutout to birdy for telling me this--the original ending had tommy singing while he flew. luckily i had already set up the tower for him to land on.

#therapists dni #any british ants in the chat? #my writing

[palepinkgoat]

TAG GAME TUESDAY! I was tagged by @celestialmickey @metalheadmickey and @juliakayyy and I adore them all.

name: They called me KO before I got married because of my initials, and my ability as a knockout in the sack (I kid, I kid...kind of)

age: adult.

pronouns: she/her

tell me about one of your hobbies: I make bundt cakes all the time and am finally learning how to make other cakes as well, but I still can't frost for shit. Not that I've tried much. But I'm learning.

what languages do you speak? English. More Spanish than I give myself credit for (I can understand a lot of it and don't trust my speech, but if I can relax I can piece together some things) and I'm learning Norwegian on Duolingo sort of.

one of your comfort movies: Rushmore

do you have any kids? do you want any? I have them and wanted them, but I don't think I grasped the full scope of what it means to be a parent. At first it's like "oh, a baby!" and then you realize you are helping shape the history of a person who will be an adult and it's a LOT of fucking pressure.

cold weather or hot weather? hot, which is helpful since I live in a sometimes swelteringly hot city

you're at an amusement park. what ride are you going on first? The last time I tried that I did the swings and I almost had a panic attack, literally. I can't handle any rides anymore without feeling like I'm gonna faint or die.

what's your go-to hairstyle/how do you wear your hair most days? I pull it back and slick a clip in it. I feel like time is nigh to shave it all off again, but I'm fighting the urge because growing out a buzz is my least favorite thing.

who was your top artist in your spotify wrapped/apple music replay in 2022? I honestly can't remember!

you've just been handed $1000 but you have to spend it on clothes. where are you shopping? I'm not really into clothes much for myself. I have two pairs of the same jeans, three pairs of the same shorts, and multiple black shirts and black tank tops. It's literally like a uniform. I'm Suuuuper picky about fabrics, tags, the "feel" of material now. That said, I do love fashion, and love digging at the thrifts, so I'd be picking out clothes for others there!

wireless or corded headphones? corded even though I'm always accidentally yanking them out of my ears when they catch on something.

finally, tell me something that sparks joy: how much my dog Alvin likes the Roomba and how sad he gets when it's charging.

I'm gonna tag @michellemisfit and anyone else who wants to play!

[calchexxis]

Go read ‘TheHomelyBadger’s -- Run At The Cup

First a synoposis: This fic takes place within a modern version of Runeterra where all of our favorite champions are hockey players within the Runeterra Hockey League (RHL), with Caitlyn and Vi being veterans with about a dozen years each in their respective clubs. Their rivalry is legendary within the RHL and they’re popular figures, but like in most sports, young blood is often more valuable than experience on the actual field, and both of them are left unprotected during an expansion draft, and are picked up by the brand new Zaunite club, the Sumprats, headed by Mel Medarda and coached by Sevika.

So right here, this is a really interesting premise. More than just being a premise, though, the combination of hockey lingo (which strikes a strong note at being both dense and perfectly understandable) and focus on the nit and grit of putting together a team makes this an incredibly immersive experience. Narratively it’s the most classic of classic sports-team underdog stories, and that is absolutely to its credit. This is a fired-up, feel-good novel quality piece of work, with different writing styles peppered through the prose to make the whole thing feel fun and exciting to read-through. Most chapters begin with a flash-forward or flash-back in the form of interviews, articles, and such. A couple of times we get a piece from ‘Steady Teddy’s blog regarding the game that reads like the best sort of armchair quarterback review of player picks and their histories.

And then there’s the character work. Run At The Cup has got a wildly weird and diverse cast of League characters, all playing different hockey positions and frankly speaking they are all characterized really well. It takes a lot of skill and talent at writing to maintain a strong ensemble cast and give them all really distinct voices and personalities, but Badger does it with aplomb. Not only are Caitlyn and Vi given realistic and sympathetic character portrayals that are both faithful enough to the source to be recognizable, and unique enough not to feel like a boilerplate rehash, their supporting cast is absolutely phenomenal.

Personally, my favorite supporting character has to be Graves as the weird old veteran Goalie, with Claggor and surprisingly Mylo being a close second and third. Mylo is given a sympathetically personable characterization as a young player hungry for success and insecure about his own future being paid to play the sport he loves, and it’s very relatable. Claggor by comparison is the stolid, reliable defender, and a very ‘never the bride’ sort of character who has accepted where his skillset lies.

The prosework is fantastic, and Badger keeps the story moving at a consistent clip, dangling plot threads for you to follow, leading them out, and then neatly tying them up with strong conclusions, and the whole of it is kept together by the running thread of desperately wanting to see the Zaunite Sumprats score their victories over the bigger, more successful, and more entrenched Piltovan Lone Stars or the Noxian War Horses with their ragtag team of misfit toys.

All in all, this is a story that is both worth reading and following for the longterm, and I can’t wait for the next chapter, I hope you all give it a chance.

You can find the fic at the link blow, give it a read, I promise you won’t be disappointed. Be aware that it is NSFW, has explicit sex scenes (not that I would assume that would deter any of you) but also know that it is probably the best CaitVi fic I’ve ever read, and I’ve read quite a few.

Run At The Cup

I sincere hope you all enjoy this story as much as I did, thank you for reading, and, as always,

Cheers.

#CaitVi #caitlyn kiramman #Vi #Arcane #vi x caitlyn

[hairierduballs]

Kimothy Skills?!?!

The idea to invent different skills for Kim was inspired by my reading of @jewish-kermit's fic A Cage, Looking For A Bird. I have taken the idea of the Speed Freak skill from them. Full credit, it simply brought me too much joy not to include it.

All other skills are completely made up by me, no duplicates although many intentionally fulfill similar functions as Harry's. Same amount, 24, but in my mind they are formatted into a different set of categories: Consideration, Professionalism, Revelation and Physicality. So, here we go...

DEDUCTION — Analyse the clues. Engage in fact-based meiosis.

Deduction. It's the bread and butter of every Detective there ever was. In fact, do I really need to explain this one to you? Slam those clues against each other and come to some sort of conclusion yourself, Lieutenant.

VISUALISATION — Blink your mind's eye. Come to understanding.

Your eyesight may be bad, but your imagination is...well, also pretty bad. Visualisation is more about putting the pieces together, anyway. Feel the connections between things, observe the "big picture". *Mind palace* that shit -- who knows, maybe you'll find something cool in there.

INFERNAL ENGINE — Feel the burn. Maintain the momentum.

The Infernal Engine of your police-issued Coupris Kineema howls at half five in the morning. Whether or not you're driving away from a crime scene, from the threat of poverty, or from something more fundamental, the point remains -- this job don't stop, baby! You've got work to do, and you need the Infernal Engine to keep you going. You'll take a break next month. Or next year. Probably.

STICK SHIFT — Slide to the left. Slide to the right...

With Stick Shift, you can deftly change the course of any conversation or investigation. They won't notice, and even if they do, it won't matter -- that's how slick you are. Directing towards one topic, skirting away from another -- Wa-hey! What's more to say? You're good at this.

KNOWLEDGE — Consult the annals. Cross-reference.

Knowledge is your...knowledge. It's a brain box containing everything you've determined to be true about the world. There's some obscure trivia in there, sure, some subcultural familiarity, but mostly there is simply rote and practical understanding. Regardless, you're going to need Knowledge if you want to connect a fingernail fragment or magazine clipping to the world around and outside it.

SKEPTICISM — Keep yourself in check. Accept your throne.

A healthy dose is good for anyone. Skepticism is your ability to challenge ideas thrown at you from others, or from your own brain. It's an inkling inside you, saying "Hold on!". It's also your ability to redirect that "Hold on!" to others, though often in much snider ways. Take everything with a grain of salt, and then throw that salt into other people's faces. Oh, yeah. You're the King of Salt, now. Your kingdom rejoices.

PRIORITISATION — Assess...Then, reassess.

Prioritisation -- the key to efficiency. You're not going to sit there with a jumbled, unordered list of tasks like a madman. How the hell would anyone even live like that? No, you're going to:

Assess importance.

Assess urgency.

Enumerate.

See, doesn't that feel better already?

PERSONAL AFFAIRS — Give in to the gossip. Provide a consolatory pat.

Unfortunately, an attunement towards Personal Affairs is essential to any Detective. It will help you to manage unstable witnesses, and, crucially, even more unstable coworkers. Read the room. Solve the case by recalling that one far too intimate anecdote. Does creating a whole section of your brain solely to store these things help? Well, I certainly hope so.

IMPRESSION — Manage your image. Tap in to the social world.

Impression lets you understand the way you come across to others, and to adjust accordingly. It gives you an understanding of social custom and societal roles. Taken to its extreme, Impression is what allows you to slip on a mask, go undercover. Only when *absolutely necessary*, of course, of course.

DEADPAN — Raise that eyebrow. Monotonize that vocal tone.

Deadpan is your secret weapon. Sure, you aren't the most classically intimidating man, but a grim and unwavering expression can go a long way. Kind of an "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed," thing you've got going on. It's also quite improving your comedy chops, by the way.

WALK-ING-CLOSET — Save face. Compartmentalize.

You need not cower in the Walk-Ing-Closet anymore. No, instead, it slips over you like a cloak when you call it, and you pretend the choice means it doesn't hurt. You pretend it doesn't weigh a thing, the creaking wooden structure you carry on your back, ill-fitting for someone now fully grown. The Closet can offer you much: approval, belonging, the allure of things *formal* and *appropriate*. It's evolved, too, diversified -- can hide anything at all these days. Don't be too hard on it. Unless it accidentally swallows you whole.

TACT — Nod politely. Just keep nodding, trust me.

Delicate and difficult situations abound in your line of work. Tact is what allows you to interact with your fellow man without stepping on any toes or causing unnecessary discomfort. It's infectious, seeking to make others maintain the balance as well -- by asking them in the most unimposing way possible, of course.

HOMELAND — Put your ear to the ground. Listen to La Revacholiere. (...PLEASE...KIM...)

Revachol is your Homeland, truly. And she loves you -- whispers to you, always, though you may on occasion be too ignorant and self-assured to hear it. She has so many incredible things to tell you if only you'll listen. Many terrible things, too, but in her arms it is warm and comfortable and almost -- *almost* -- safe.

DESIRE — Indulge the highest and lowest of needs. Alternatively, ignore them, I suppose.

Desire is the beast within you, growth-stunted, feral from hunger, and so, so alone. Everybody needs love, companionship and joy. From everything as small and innocent as smelling a flower, to everything not so small and not so innocent. Really, have you not abused it enough? This is what Desire yowls to you in the moments in-between, when the engine noises have subsided and the darkness rules.

WOUND WIRE — Pay attention to the little things. Wink-nudge the world.

Wound Wire keeps you on your toes. Feeling vibes, picking up cues, Wound Wire allows split second assessments of the essence of an individual or the safety of a situation. It allows you to notice the way somebody wields language, interpret subtext, and not miss the shape of a gun in somebody's pocket. The years of being a detective have honed these instincts. Years of being other things, too.

SUBCONSCIOUS — Suppress a twitch. Feel an ache in the back of your head.

You don't call it a hunch. You don't call it intuition. Maybe that's why you *do* call it Subconscious, because it's been beaten down, obscured by layers, so it can only break through in ways that aren't monitored, perhaps aren't even noticed. It's calls are important, though. It lets you know when an investigation is complete, or when you've missed something -- to move on or to double back. If you've cracked it, or if you are where you're meant to be, Subconscious is the first one setting off the fireworks.

COMPASSION — Experience a twinge. Extend your goodwill.

Compassion is the voice inspiring you to care. It's a restlessness to ease the suffering of the world. It helps you to interpret how somebody's feeling, and then formulate steps to reduce the pain. It isn't intimate. No, Compassion is a lens through which to view the world, and consequently a pane of glass you can only brush your fingers against, never to breach it. But it's the reason you became a cop, isn't it? Oh...you aren't sure? Well, nonetheless, you'll quickly lose all nerve without it.

DOLDRUMS — Drop your face into your hands. Raise a licked finger into the air.

Doldrums is the weariness in your bones. The endless, unsettling calm. An exhale of stale air, a whisper of a memory. You cannot tell whether you are living after, before, or in the eye of the storm. How many years now have you lived like this? (disillusioned) What looms on the horizon? Which warring forces rule this place? Turn to the wind, maybe it will tell you.

SPEED FREAK — "CRISS CROSS! CRISS CROSS!"

Something itches in your fingers. You see a new motorcarriage and yearn to rip yourself through the heights of its speed limit. You see a pinball machine and self-hatingly urge to push past any and all possible high scores. Oh, yes, you need to win. You need to prove something. You need to go buck-fucking-wild. Don't deny it any longer. ITS S-S-S-SPEEDFREAKKKK!!!!!!! AND IT CANNOT. BE. DENIEDDDD.

TOUCH-SENSE — Run your fingers over Elysium. Ground yourself.

Touch-Sense is your favourite of the senses. Familiar, it smiles like an old friend. It's you reaching blindly in the morning for your glasses, feeling the rising sun on the back of your hand. On other days, it's feeling the rain. This is both observation and meditation. You are here, the rolling droplets tell you. You are here.

EMBODIMENT — Control yourself. See and be seen.

How well can you feel your fingers? Your toes? Are you paying attention to what every part of you is doing? Your every whim can be betrayed in the minutia of your bodily movements -- you know this because you look for it in others every day. Embodiment is here to help. It's your fortitude within, your mastery over, your ability to stymie any physical response to pain, squeeze those tears back in, and tame your own bladder. Yeah. That last one is pretty important.

MUSCLE MEMORY — Accomplish all manner of verbs. Through the body, remember.

Muscle Memory is essential for all aspects of survival. It is your ability to function as a system, a physical being, enabling you to drive that car, catch that object, hit a perfect Ace's High and an even perfect-er Aces Low. Additionally, it is...to shudder. The unknowable depths of yourself exist in the invisible instincts.

MECHANICS — Understand the system. Worship shined metal.

Mechanics is what allows you to interface with technology. It lets you engine-tinker and lock-pick to your hearts content. You're eager to tear things apart, locate the purpose of every screw. If highly proficient, everything becomes cold and machine-like to you -- monitoring a drug operation, you understand the chain easily, people blurring into cogs and gears. Is this the specter of capitalist dehumanisation and commodification, or a helpful adaptation? Logically -- detachedly -- Mechanics wants to answer that question, as well.

FLASHPOINT — Let the body take control. See it through.

Flashpoint is the moment of reckoning. You're going to need it if you want to survive those millisecond-made decisions that change the course of everything. And it's the body making the decisions now, not the mind. Blink. Take a half-breath in. Will you dodge the bullet? Pull the trigger? Or, will you falter?

P.S.

LOL I really just wanted to write some body-based skills that would be more interesting to me...more flavour, yes...Anyway in terms of how skills would manifest for Kim I imagine it more as automatic writing adjacent rather than *thoughts* or *voices* like Harry. Just an idea.

Hope you found this interesting!

#been really fun to work on this these last couple of days :) #somebody just needs to bully me into writing an actual fic now #disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #my best friend kim kitsuragi

[babylonbirdmeat]

My advice for doing digital collage like I do is

Hoard all the pngs you can, save usernames and such for crediting if the person you're grabbing them from requests it

Hoard all the pretty backgrounds you can too

Any sort of interesting visual texture also

Just hoard a lot of images. You're always going to need more material to work with.

You should probably sort your various image assets in some manner. I do not because I'm a dumb bitch who just dumps a bunch of folders in another folder, but it might be a good idea for you

Internet Archive is a treasure trove if you have the patience for it. Take some time to look through old magazines and books and save images and take screenshots to clip them out later.

Layer types are your friend. My main tool for making the assets I use my own is taking a png, making a layer set to masking, dumping color/a cool texture image onto that layer and messing with the layer types until I like what it did to the image below, then merge. Sometimes this happens several times until I get something I like

I get the chromatic aberrations by making a sandwich consisting of five duplicates of the almost complete image: the "bread" is two that are completely unaltered color and layer type-wise, then I crack open color balance and take one color to an extreme end of one of the sliders on each of the "filling" layers, each one a different slider. I then flip the filling layers to exclusion and shove them in random directions. Lower the opacity on the top layer until you're happy with what you see. Merge them all together. You might have to try merging them in different orders or trying different ends of the sliders to get colors you like, it takes patience but it rarely looks bad.

Scan lines are a bucket fill pattern applied after I finish the chromatic aberrations. The pattern made by making a tiny tiny canvas and filling one half all on with black. You'll want to have these in a bunch of sizes for various purposes. Playing with layer types is good for these too, a lot of subtle differences but they matter.

Everyone will tell you that GIMP isn't a good art program. That's only true if you're drawing. GIMP is the dream for making digital collage images.

I tend to use FireAlpaca for clipping out images I get from Internet Archive though, the selection tool is a lot more Agreeable and easy to work with IMO

I find trying to plan ahead isn't much of a help, maybe even a hindrance. Having a vibe in mind is great though, put a song on loop and just run with your whims.

Digital collage is a very free artform, you're not locked into anything until you merge your layers, and even then if you save a backup before merging that's not a problem.

Just shuffle pieces around until you like it, go on a hunt for new bits to use that you think would fit if you feel stuck.

Don't worry about anything too much.

You're going to make something thick with meaning to you and you won't be able to explain it to anyone. I think all artistic mediums are like this though.

You're also gonna make a lot of stuff you just think is pretty. That's also part of every artistic medium I think

#Dama speaks #This feels Incoherent but the process also feels incoherent

[howdoresourcesworkforus]

An Analysis of Andrew Tate's website as a potential resource for people struggling with poverty or unemployment

Link: https://www.cobratate.com

Cobratate.com is the website of the internet influencer Andrew Tate. Andrew Tate is social media influencer, business mogul, and salesman. The site is meant to be a space for him to share information about his brands and to sell access to his personal and financial advice courses. This website was created to market and provide Andrew Tate’s products. The courses and information that is paywalled on this website are marketed towards people who are struggling with poverty and who wish to change their financial situation. 

Cobratate.com is a website that contains links to a variety of different informational courses and clubs that Andrew Tate runs. It was created to be a repository for all of these “resources” and to market them and provide information on them to potential customers. The site, although claiming to have the aim of helping people who are trying to get out of poverty, is really a company whose main goal is to make money. Andrew Tate makes appearances in podcasts and videos all over social media that lead back to this website that he is always marketing. The intentions of the website are made clear especially because none of the information is made freely available for the benefit of people who are in poverty but is rather paywalled so you can only access it if you pay a minimum of $50 a month. 

Broadly speaking, the target audience is people who want to improve the quality of their life by making more money. Tate’s largest claim through the media of him online and his website is that he will teach people who engage with his content how to become very wealthy. More specifically, certain design principles and imagery used in Tate’s website and his way of speaking generally make it clear that his content is targeted towards young men. He commonly evokes strong images of masculine that can be argued are toxic. An important note about the audience goals of the content that Tate puts out is the fact that it is largely made in an attempt to sell his products so the people he are marketing to are expected to pay significant amounts of money in order to gain access to Tate’s product. 

As it is a website there are a variety of different authors that play a variety of different roles in creating something like this. The site is representative of Andrew Tate’s brand and so obviously he can be given a lot of authorial credit especially when it comes to what sort of content is on the site. The site itself was likely put together by web designers who have more refined understanding of the technicalities involved in putting together a website. One important aspect to mention is that the site was not created for the interest of its users but for the interests of its owner. This means that instead of serving the needs and desires of the typical user, the resources it advertises are paywalled and the site serves less as an informational tool and more as a marketing tool to sell Tate’s products.  

The home page of the site is constantly running video clips of Andrew Tate shooting guns, driving sports cars, getting off of private planes, and doing other rather “Machismo” actions. This appeals to young male users’ desire to emulate this lifestyle and level of wealth and works to make purchasing a membership to Tate’s services more appealing. This could make these sorts of intended audience members more vulnerable to spending money on buying a membership without really understanding what they are buying. Nothing in the visual marketing of the page conveys information about money making but rather is all imagery appealing to people’s desire for status. This means that the website potentially preys on already impoverished peoples desire to make more money by appealing to the emotional response they may have to such imagery. This predatory marketing works to further entrench people who are already systemically oppressed into poverty. The downfalls of the site are that all of the resources are paywalled, which makes resources far less accessible to people in poverty. I also think that the site really works by intermingling ideas of status with ideas of wealth instead of actually providing tangible and reliable resources for bettering one's financial situation. There is also a chat window that pops up that you need to interact with in order to purchase a membership or if you have any questions. Talking to a real person (or perhaps thinking you are talking to a real person) works in favor of the site to keep users engaged and increase the likelihood of them purchasing memberships.

#writing #unemployment #job search #professional and technical writing #poverty #rhetorical analysis

[sunshinecoastqldnews]

Brittany Higgins remaining electronic mail to Bruce Lehrmann seen in rape trial

Brittany Higgins despatched her remaining electronic mail to Bruce Lehrmann on the day he was fired from his job for breaching a code of conduct signed by ministerial employees, a court docket has heard. A report of the dialog, tendered to the ACT Supreme Court docket on Thursday, detailed the final communication Ms Higgins had with Mr Lehrmann. He has pleaded not responsible to a single cost of sexual activity with out consent. Within the electronic mail, Ms Higgins requested for assist for a process she had been assigned by a higher-up because the workplace of then-defence trade minister Linda Reynolds ready for the election. “Hello Bruce, I’m phoning a buddy. Want some assist with the duty Drew set me. I’m hoping to utilise parliamentary community to get portfolio stats. Primarily we’re eager to get state territory one-page breakdown,” the e-mail learn. Digicam Icon Ms Higgins was learn her remaining communication. NCA NewsWire / Gary Ramage Credit score: Information Corp Australia Ms Higgins stated Mr Lehrmann had the contacts she wanted to finest full the duty however she didn’t dare to speak to him in particular person. “It was too arduous; I might do it behind a pc display screen, however precise dialog, and having an actual human interplay was too bizarre,” she stated. “I used to be attempting to silo myself and fake it didn’t occur as a lot as humanly potential and try to normalise the state of affairs.” Crown prosecutor Shane Drumgold pressed Ms Higgins to elucidate to the court docket by saying “cellphone a buddy” it didn’t imply she had known as him. “Mr Prosecutor, the expression ‘cellphone a buddy’ is sort of well-known, I feel,” Chief Justice Lucy McCallum quipped again. Digicam Icon Mr Lehrmann arrived at court docket on Thursday. NCA NewsWire / Gary Ramage Credit score: Information Corp Australia “It’s the three sorts of assist you’ll be able to have on Who Needs to be a Millionaire. “The witness can clarify what they imply, however I feel they communicate for themselves.” Not longer after, former chief of employees Fiona Brown dismissed Mr Lehrmann for accessing the ministerial workplace at Parliament Home within the early hours of 23 March 2019. Ms Higgins alleges it was throughout that point interval he sexually assaulted her on the sofa in senator Reynolds’ workplace. Mr Lehrmann denies having intercourse together with her. The jury additionally heard that Mr Lehrmann despatched her an electronic mail on the morning after Ms Higgins stated he assaulted her. “It seems that an electronic mail from David Aleander has been forwarded on to you, however with some extra textual content; ‘May see about getting you on this listing,’” he informed the court docket. “Sure, it’s normal for each Coalition media adviser to be on the listing, in order that was a really perfunctory regular message,” Ms Higgins replied. The court docket was informed that Mr Lehrmann often forwarded on these emails, which Ms Higgins stated have been a compilation of stories clippings despatched daily. Digicam Icon Ms Higgins informed the court docket of her communication together with her colleagues. NCA NewsWire / Gary Ramage Credit score: Information Corp Australia It got here because the court docket was proven WhatsApp messages between Ms Higgins and Ms Brown. Ms Higgins stated there was a “very clear delineation” between the language utilized in textual content messages in comparison with in-person communication. “So, after I would communicate with them (Ms Brown and Senator Reynolds) we’d name it ‘the assault’, however at any time when we WhatsApped or messaged it was all the time ‘the incident’,” she stated. “There was all the time a really clear delineation when messaging what we stated versus when talking frankly in particular person.” Ms Higgins will return to the stand on Friday for her second day of cross-examination by Mr Lehrmann’s lawyer, Steve Whybrow. Originally published at Sunshine Coast QLD News

#Sunshine Coast QLD News

[plotholefragments]

Full story today's cw: continuing the playing with perceptions from yesterday, food, heights

You call in sick the next day. All of you do, settling in for a long day of trying to sort out two new sets of inputs in each of your brains.

You all figure that a strong sensory input will jump-start the connection. While you wrack your brain trying to think of one that wasn't painful, Green jumps off a cliff.

You lose your balance and set yourself on the ground as gracefully as you can. You're on stable ground. You're falling. The wind is biting at your arms, pulling at your hairs that seem unusually stiff? You feel the air pressure get higher. You feel all your limbs tucked into yourself, your legs bent with your knees touching your chest and a sharp poke at your butt and the wind is biting harder and you think you see the walls around you moving except you know they aren't

And your wings snap open and catch the wind.

You feel all your downward momentum begin to get pulled sideways. You can see the treetops now, the top of a canopy that covers the valley in a rich green. You're gliding at top speed, feeling the wind under your arms—no, wings.

You finally remember to move contrary to the perceptions. You try to move your arms and realize you flung them out when Green snapped their wings open. You gently massage one shoulder while flexing your fingers, suddenly aware of how much flinging them against the floor smarts.

Red is also lying on their floor flapping their arms and laughing.

You feel a shift in the foreign sensations as Green begins to flap their wings and bank to the right. They're headed toward a small vista just above the tree canopy on one of the mountains around the valley.

You move your head back and forth to try to remind your brain whose eyes are whose. You take advantage of Green's relatively steady pace to pick yourself back up and head back into the kitchen to see what you want to have for breakfast.

Green laughs. That's exactly what they're here for.

You lean against the counter and focus back on their perceptions. The vista is decorated with hanging lights over a dining area with a small landing strip outside. Green confirms that it's a standard architectural pattern to discourage people from flying into a calm space. It's mid-morning but the sun is still peeking into the valley, so the cafe is still running its lights.

They land and fold their wings in. You feel their posture shift and suppose that the Jurassic Park movies got more than a few things right. Green looks around the dining area, populated with all manner of flying creatures. Some look like larger birds, some wyverns like Green, and more than a few six-limbed western dragons of various sizes.

But you can't help but squee at the obviously young griffon behind the counter. He barks something at Green who answers in the same language. They make small talk for a bit while Green makes their order, and the griffon eventually fetches a wrapped pastry from behind the counter.

Green unclips a pair of things from their chest. You realize now they're wearing a very sparse harness, and their feathered wing ends in a claw. Green confirms it's not the most dextrous appendage a person could have, but it's enough to wield a credit card and a traveler's mug.

You focus again on what they're holding out to the griffon, trying to see past the "credit card" shorthand. It looks like half of a tennis ball, some combination of electronics and mechanics, given the way the griffon is holding up a corresponding device. Green can't fill in the technological gaps for you, but as they click together, you're pretty sure you're looking at what a credit card looks like for people without opposable thumbs.

Green clips their payment... thing back to their harness and picks up their mug, now filled with coffee (or whatever your brain is translating as coffee). They walk to an open low table and sit down.

They look around one more time. This is one of their favorite spots when they have time in the morning. There's always an eclectic crowd, the food is good, and the owners are good people.

Red just cannot get over how adorable the griffon is. You and Green heartily agree. It's one of the owners' kids, and he's older than he looks. But he loves working the counter when he can, even if there's always a parent within earshot.

Green screws the cap of their mug off, opting to let the coffee cool off a little bit longer while they eat. The pastry is... You're reminded of an empanada, a meat-filled, deep-fried pastry, though this is bigger than any empanada you've ever eaten.

It's more meat than Red would eat in a day. The thought is sent with no judgement, just awe. You all agree that flying must burn a ridiculous amount of calories.

The crust is flaky and dry. The inside is juicy and tender. Green tries to savor it, but it is over all too quickly.

Your stomach reminds you that it exists. You groan and fish a granola bar out from the Costco box. You go to take a bite—

And you are interrupted by an amazing smell. Notes of dark chocolate and hazelnut with a hint of butterscotch. And the taste does not disappoint.

Screw it, you're getting coffee. You're close enough to the college that you're pretty sure you can walk to the coffee shop on campus. No way in hell are you driving when Green could take off any second and send you into another bout of vert—and there they go.

#writing #sketch #rgb

[cafeacademic]

Marshal Commander Hardass

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Rating: Explicit (minors dni)

Warnings: light degradation (use of the word cockdumb mostly), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (wrap it before u tap it)

Word Count: ~3.4k

A little (and by little I mean several thousand words) something for one of my favorite Clone Commanders. This is one of several current WIPs, so it felt good to finally finish this one up! Hope you all enjoy lovelies <3

*Read on AO3* or under the cut!

You huffed as the door to the bar swung open and half a dozen clone troopers walked in. You were used to seeing a single soldier here and there, but a large, fully armored group meant trouble. Sighing, you excused yourself from the conversation you were having with a regular patron and returned to your place at the center of the bar.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” you deadpanned, not at all in the mood to have to deal with the war today. Your planet had been lucky enough to stay relatively neutral, but the arrival of the soldiers reminded you how fragile that neutrality was.

“Good evening, miss,” the presumed leader of the group said. His armor was slightly different from other clone troopers that had stumbled across your bar in the past; his helmet was framed by an orange visor, and a rank insignia was affixed to his chest plate. “We’re looking for a man named Tost. Do you have any information about his whereabouts?”

“No,” you snapped, hoping to shut down the conversation. “If that’s all, I do have patrons to get back to,”

“Are you sure? Any information would be very helpful--” you waved a hand dismissively, silencing the trooper.

“I don’t know anything, and I don’t want to get caught up in this war. All it does is bring destruction to the planets it claims, and we refuse to offer ourselves up for annihilation on a silver platter,” you said impatiently. “So either order a drink or get out of my bar,”

The regular you were chatting with earlier snorted at your little speech, and a very drunk group in the back broke out into a loud cheer. You raised a single, challenging eyebrow at the soldiers.

“Come on, the General is probably waiting for us,” another clone spoke up from the back of the group. The leader nodded, not even turning to look at the clone who had spoken, seemingly too transfixed on you.

“You’re right, Boil,” he said calmly. “If you can think of anything that would be helpful to the Republic cause, please don’t hesitate to come to one of our outposts. Ask for Marshal Commander Cody, and I’ll see to it that your information is in good hands,”

You scoffed and folded your arms over your chest defensively. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,”

As the troopers filed out, you were sure that you could hear one of them swearing at you, but you chose to ignore it.

Later that night, when darkness had fallen completely and drunk patrons would fall off their stools every so often, two of the soldiers came in and tucked themselves away at a corner table. You grumbled a swear under your breath before walking over to the table and standing there, a single hand on your hip. The clones, now without their helmets, looked up sheepishly at you.

“I know you told us to get out earlier, but we’re not here for the Commander. We just want to unwind and have a drink,” one of them stuttered, obviously reciting a speech he had planned since before they walked in. You softened slightly as you watched the two men; it wasn’t their fault they were stuck in this war. Offering them a small smile, you took their orders and brought them their drinks, a little extra poured on top as a sign of goodwill.

“What’s up with them?” one of the men sitting at the bar asked you.

“Don’t know for sure,” you replied. “The whole squad came in earlier, asking for information. I get the feeling their commander is kind of a hardass,”

“Bet they just need to blow off some steam then,” the man said, and you nodded in agreement. With a sly look, the man glanced over at the troopers. “I’m sure you could offer them a much better way to relax,”

“You’re such a creep,” you deadpanned back, and the man laughed. “Besides, I don’t think clones are really my type,”

The door swung open with a clatter, and the orange-visored Commander stood in the doorway once more. You winced at the sudden loud noise.

“Is that Commander Hardass?” the man at the bar asked, and your grimace was enough to answer his question.

“Crys, Wooley, get back to camp,” the commander ordered, not even needing to raise his voice. The tipsy clones mumbled apologies and tossed a handful of credits on the table before shuffling out of the bar.

“What the hell!” you snapped at the clone commander. “Can’t you just leave me alone?”

“It was their turn for watch,” the clone said, sliding onto one of the unoccupied stools at the bar. The man you were speaking with earlier looked between the two of you, amused. “I’d like a drink. Corellian whiskey,”

“It’s after last call,” you lied.

“Since you won’t give me any information, the least you can do is give me a drink,” the commander said, taking off his helmet and setting it on the bar next to him. You stood there for a moment, simply taking the clone in. He somehow looked older than the other clones; perhaps it was just exhaustion from the war. His face was partially marred by a scar, but it only served to make him look more striking. It was the challenging look in his eyes, however, that made you pour him a glass of whiskey.

“So, you must be Commander Hardass,” the man at the bar said. You braced yourself for a fight, but instead, the clone just sipped on his drink, not even glancing at the other man.

“That’s Marshal Commander Hardass,” the clone replied. “But I much prefer to just be called Cody,”

“Well, well! We’ve got a big man in charge, here!” the man said, obviously inebriated. You glanced at the clock on the wall; it was probably time to start clearing everyone’s checks.

“I think you’ve had enough, hun,” you drawled to the man, taking his now empty glass away from him. “You should be getting on home,”

“Come on! I just wanted in on the fun!” the man protested, but Cody shot him a glare, and the man dropped credits on the bar and left without further complaint.

You went about your nightly duties of wiping down tables and clearing tabs, only having to break up one drunken argument before it turned into a brawl. By the time you were finished, the Commander was the only person left in the bar.

“Time to go,” you said, voice clipped. Cody looked up at you, still nursing his glass of whiskey. You couldn’t help but find yourself staring as an errant drop of liquid ran spilled over his lip and down his chin, trailing a path down his neck. You swallowed hard.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay and chat,” he countered, as if daring you to throw him out once more.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” your reply was weakened by the slight crack in your voice as you watched Cody grip his drink tightly. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly in his throat as he swallowed the whiskey, and your eyes traced over the movement.

“No more little speeches?” he taunted you. “I even went so far as to buy a drink,”

“I told you, I don’t know anything about the guy you’re looking for,” you said, a hint of resignation in your voice. “And if I did, I have no reason to trust you,”

“Your lack of trust certainly isn’t stopping you from eye-fucking me from across the bar,” Cody countered, and you blushed bright red. So he had noticed.

“I think you may be misconstruing my looks, Commander,” you tried to regain your blasé attitude, but it was no use.

“No, I think I’m quite right,” he said mildly as if he wasn’t laying all your dirty secrets on the table for him to peruse. “For someone who hates the war, you sure do seem to want a big, bad soldier to put you in your place,”

You gave up on trying to act aloof: “Hating the war and recognizing a good fuck aren’t mutually exclusive,”

A gloved hand fisted into your blouse and pulled you over the bar, and Cody crashed his lips into yours with so much force you felt your teeth clatter together. As you melted into the kiss, you weren’t quite sure if you had won your little battle of wills with the Commander, but at the moment, it didn’t seem to matter.

With surprising grace, Cody climbed over the bar and pushed you backward, framing your body by placing his arms on either side of you. He kissed you once more, less violent, but no less passionate. When you let out a soft whimper, Cody seized your moment of weakness and slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Mm, cyare, look at you,” he breathed out, and you felt your face get hot at his praise. One gloved hand ran over the curve of your hip and up the side of your ribcage, before dragging up the side of your neck and gripping your chin between his fingers. “Absolutely at my mercy,”

As much as you were sure you looked the part of a good submissive, eyes glassy and mouth slightly agape, you refused to give him the satisfaction of having won so easily.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Commander,” you taunted, dropping one hand to press against his codpiece. He hissed at the contact, even though it wasn’t direct, and you smirked.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Cody said darkly in your ear. “Don’t get in over your head,”

“I won’t,” you replied confidently, mustering up all your strength to keep your voice even, despite the way one of his large hands was kneading the flesh of your waist. “I’m quite sure that you’ll be a mess for me by the end of the night,”

It was like you had flipped a switch in Cody’s head, and any sort of softness he was holding onto flew out the window. The hand that was gently touching your waist soon captured your wrist in a bruising grip, and he pulled you flush against his body.

“Is there somewhere more private that we can do this?” he asked, and you nodded frantically.

“I have an apartment above the bar,” you managed to stammer out.

“Good,” Cody said, grabbing his helmet and dragging you up the stairs by the wrist. You followed along but made sure to walk slowly, just so he’d have to put the extra bit of effort into getting you there. As you resisted, his fingers tightened slightly in warning.

When you had gotten upstairs and into the bedroom of your small apartment, Cody finally released your arm. He dropped his helmet on your dresser and pushed you back onto the bed, kissing you again. You whimpered as he slipped a hand under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra.

“Cody--” you gasped between kisses, but Cody only smirked and pinched your nipple roughly. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, trying to press into his touch.

“No, no. Address me with respect,” he said, and you whimpered as he looked down at you. One of his legs slotted between yours, and he held himself over your chest with his free arm. All you could think of was how he looked over you.

“Commander,” you said in a mockingly sweet tone. Cody growled and kissed you again, this time trailing kisses and soft bites down your neck and jaw. The hand that had been covering your breast was now toying with the edge of your shirt, and you pulled back to let him take it off. When your shirt was discarded, Cody made quick work of your bra, and you had to hold back a moan as he looked at your now exposed chest reverently.

“See something you like?” you teased, but the dark look in Cody’s eyes shut you up immediately. He looked near feral, as if he was trying to stop himself from lunging at you right then and there. Involuntarily, a grin started to creep across your face.

“Something funny, pretty girl?” Cody said, reaching out and grazing his thumb over one of your nipples.

“You just look so eager--ah!” you were cut off as Cody took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers. You could feel him smirk against you as you continued to whimper, your breathy moans turning needy as he continued his work.

“You like that, sweet girl?” he teased, sitting back so he could watch your chest heave as you sucked in labored breaths.

“Cody, I swear if you don’t fuck me right now,” you said, but your threat had no force behind it. Nonetheless, Cody started to remove his armor, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re not very patient,” he said, one eyebrow raised.

“I’ve been known to be a bit demanding at times,” you said, pleased that you got what you wanted.

“The only thing you’ll be by the time I’m finished is a cockdumb little whore,” Cody challenged, and you swallowed thickly. He had finished taking off his armor and was now pulling his shirt over his head, and you tried to memorize the plains of his body as quickly as you could. The muscles in his abdomen flexed as he relaxed, and you couldn’t help but notice the thin trail of dark hair that crept down below the waistband of his blacks.

“See something you like?” he parroted back your earlier words. You nodded, and Cody smiled as he tugged you closer to him once more. His hands worked at the button on your pants, and before you knew it, he was shimmying the garment down your hips, leaving you in just your panties. With a gentle push, you fell back against the bed and Cody positioned himself between your thighs.

“You’ve soaked through your panties, pretty girl,” Cody said, tracing one finger lightly over your slit. You whined, trying to jerk your hips up for more friction, but he merely chuckled and placed an arm over your hips. “No, you’ll take what I give you,”

“Yes, Commander,” you looked down at him with glassy eyes, the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over you was almost too much. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, because Cody pulled your panties to the side and dove in, lapping up the wetness you had already created before wrapping his lips around your clit. Your mouth dropped open with your loud moan.

“For all your bravado, you’re quite easy to control,” Cody said, voice rumbling against you in a way that sent sparks flying up your spine. He was right, as much as you hated to admit it; the way he was working your body right now, you would’ve committed murder if he’d asked. His tongue traced lazy circles over your clit, occasionally dipping down to thrust into you for a moment, making you squeal.

“Ahh! Commander!” your moans were whiny, and you could almost feel Cody’s ego inflating as you writhed underneath him. Suddenly, he slipped one thick finger into you, and you clenched around it so hard that Cody throbbed in his blacks.

“That’s it, take my fingers. Have to prepare you for my cock, pretty girl,” he growled before giving your clit another teasing lick. A second finger joined the first, and you bucked your hips up to meet them. Cody laughed. “It’s so easy to make you squirm,”

“Don’t get smug on me,” you tried to scold him, but it came out as a whine. You could rapidly feel your orgasm approaching, and you tried to warn the man underneath you, but your words all turned into moans as you tried to form them.

“Come on, pretty girl, let go for me,” Cody ordered, and you did as he asked. Clenching around his fingers, you whimpered as he worked you through it. It wasn’t until you were too over sensitive to bear it that he finally pulled away.

“Holy shit,” you said dreamily, head still a little fuzzy from your orgasm. Cody kissed you once more, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. “Commander, please,”

“Please what?” he said back, and you rolled your eyes.

“You know what I want,” you said, trailing your hand down until you could rub him through his blacks. He groaned as you palmed him, and you smiled innocently.

“Ask for it nicely,” Cody teased. He was nearly as impatient as you were, however, and he was already reaching for the waistband of his blacks.

“Please fuck me, Commander,” you said, rolling your hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. Your shame had flown completely out the window, your brain now singularly focused on the man above you.

Grinning eagerly, Cody pulled off his pants and discarded them, and your mouth hung open slightly at the sight of his cock. You quickly closed it when you heard Cody snort in amusement, and pouted as he lined himself up.

“You still want this?” he asked, face so close that you could feel his breath on your neck.

“Stop teasing and just do it already!” your voice pitched up as he slowly pushed himself in. You could feel him stretching you, and Cody swore under his breath as he bottomed out.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, rocking his hips slightly to let you adjust to the movement. You hooked one leg around his waist, trying to pull him deeper into you.

“Please, I’m not gonna break, Commander,” you gave him your best doe eyes, and Cody growled and thrust into you hard, pushing you up the bed slightly. He kept a steady pace, making sure to press his cock as deep as it would go with every thrust. He grabbed the leg that you had wrapped around his waist and pulled it up until it was sitting on his shoulder, letting him hit a whole new angle inside you.

Your whimpering turned into loud moans as he continued pounding into you, hitting the bundle of nerves inside of you that sent spots flying through your vision. Cody gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him as he fucked you. His face was dusted pink from exertion, and his pupils were blown so wide that they nearly eclipsed the soft amber of the iris.

“That’s my girl, taking me so well. Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” Cody groaned, his grip on your chin tightening. “Want my pretty girl to feel good,”

“So fucking good, feel so big inside me,” you stammered, unable to think about much other than the way he was fucking you. Your back arched off the bed as Cody dropped your chin and trailed his hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it.

“There’s my little cockdumb girl,” he said, a tinge of admiration in his voice. “Taking me so fucking well,”

“Yes, please, anything!” your words were jumbled, but Cody seemed to know what you meant. His thumb worked faster on your clit, and you squirmed, trying to lean into the touch and wriggle away from it at the same time. Cody held you in place, watching your chest heave as he brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he said, and you did, a broken moan of his name on your lips. He fucked you through it, his thrusts getting erratic as you tightened around him. As you trembled with the aftershocks, you were able to see Cody pull out of you and jerk himself a few times, before spilling all over his hand and your stomach.

“Where the hell did you learn how to do that?” you said. Your voice was still a little shaky, and Cody laughed at how fucked out you sounded. He swiped a towel from your attached ‘fresher and cleaned you off, before falling into bed beside you.

“Practice,” he said smugly, and you rolled your eyes. “So was I?”

“Hmm?” you mumbled sleepily, snuggling your face into the clone’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you comfortingly.

“You said I looked like a good fuck. Was I?” he said, kissing the top of your head playfully.

“Well, I’m not completely cockdumb like you said I’d be,” you said, a mischievous smirk on your face. Cody sat up, a wicked look in his eyes. A surge of arousal pooled in your stomach.

“Guess we’re not done, then,”

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Hey lovely! Could I request a little something for Jax? It could be a headcanon or imagine, it’s up to you. But could it be about the reader is Angel and Ez’s little sister, and she’s in love with Jax?

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 {𝐇.𝐂}

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Jax Teller x Reyes!Reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: The emotional direction wasn’t specified so I kind of just went with what came to me, by the way, This is my very first request!!, so hope whoever sent it in enjoys ❤️

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angst. Fluff. I also suck at simplifying things so this is another long head canon, apologies if that sort of thing bothers you all lol.

Credits to the gif maker @tragertrap

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If you’d like to be tagged for Mayans MC fics ONLY let me know!!

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It amazed Felipe at times, scared him even, at how similar you looked to your mother Marisol. The spitting image of her; a younger, but slightly taller, reincarnation. But you were your fathers child through and through. The toothless yet warm endearing smile, the sharp intuitiveness, placid nature, and just through the black center of your eyes, enough experience to cover a few lifetimes. It’s what the Reyes men feared the most, that uncanny familial trait that forces you to bury such soul crushing pain, to turn cold to things that warrant warmth. Your father has it, your brothers as well, Ezekiel more than Angel, and so do you.

You had it now, that calm, collected demeanor, as the guys brought in a bleeding Jax Teller through the entry doors of the lodge. He was barely conscious, eyes dim, limbs heavy, and blood staining all along his color drained skin and the aged leather of his kutte. If you were anyone else you’d be alarmed, startled by the amount of blood and frantic men, but you were you, having seen too many things that resembled such a scene to let even a shudder pass through you.

“Get the kit, we need you to sew him up but he’s lost a lot of blood.”, Bishop says briskly, filled with worry, and your feet move faster than your mind can comprehend, snatching the kit laying near by and pacing to the bedroom where they have Jax. His head elevated by pillows, Both Ezekiel and Angel hot on your tail waiting for you to give them directions.

There’s a poorly wrapped cloth that lays against the wound, and just as you peel it back you pressurize the wound with a gauze. “I need gloves”, you say.

Angel’s a bit taken back, the President of the Sons original charter is on the precipice of death and you’re talking about gloves. “We don’t have time for that”.

“Just get the fucking gloves Angel”, you clip. Tone harsher than it’s meant to be, but he takes no offense and moves quick for the gloves before coming back.

You’re cleaning Jax’s skin once there on, wiping away all the blood that pours from him. A needle in your hand, eyes steady. “This is gonna hurt”.

Jax is sweating, teeth clenched at the piercing sting of the needle. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

Did he really just ask you that? “I guess we’ll just have to find out”, you deadpan.

“Y/N”, Ezekiel warns.

The situation isn’t funny, a man’s life is on the line but still, you want to laugh at the audacity. “What?! He’s got a bullet in his abdomen and he’s worried about if I know what I’m doing”.

There’s silence now, a heaviness that settles to suffocate the whole lodge it seems. A dread of existential proportions that looms like a phantom in the waning rusted gold of the setting sun. The stillness is calming as you work, slipping the fine needle through his paling skin with a frightening ease that forces a worried look to Ezekiel’s face, Angel’s as well. Mayhem has consumed them all, men who laugh in the face of death everyday are doubling over, overwrought with fear, and here you are, unaware of the dark silhouette that threatens to form over Jax’s body, inching over the walls, creeping slowly as they tease whispers of death through the wispy blow of the wind.

Your brothers leave after while, called out by Bishop and Chibs who are talking over possible scenarios for revenge.

“Can you stay after this......... please?” It’s barely a whisper, and it’s drawled, but you hear the need in his voice.

It compels you to say “Okay”.

When you’re finished you wipe at Jax’s skin again, fingers trembling just the slightest as your mind catches up with your body, or is it the other way around? You’re not sure, but the two have surely had a crashing reunion and now you’re exhausted at such a fast build and fall of adrenaline. You’re thinking now, at the side of the bed, of deeply buried memories because the blood reminds you, it always does. All you see is Marisol, and your vision is blurred, eyes glistening with warm tears that comfort your skin, thumb shaking as you push the wetness away. She’s so lovely in your mind, a bright silhouette framing her and she’s so beautiful, so light and gentle. The aura of her, just from a thought, it makes her presence palpable again, till you remember she isn’t really there. Because it’s just a memory. A timeless mirage of sorts that ungrounds you from reality.

You breath, looking to the clock to find that it’s been three hours already. Three hours of you looking through your memories for your mother, Marisol. It’s purposeful, must be, why the need to think of her is so strong in this moment of all moments.

It’s infuriating, that you weren’t there, you couldn’t save her, but you were here now and you saved Jax. That counts for something right? It had to.

He’s awake again, and you’re not sure how but he is. Must be the force of his will that has his eyes opening, fighting against a sleep that feels too much like forever. “You alright?”

His eyes are a near lifeless blue but still they’ve got shine to them. “I should be asking you that, you’re the one that got shot”.

“Why the tears darlin’ ?”

You’re not up for a personal deep dive, never have been really. “Don’t know what you’re talking about”.

He smiled, noticing your reserved demeanor. “They we’re probably tears for me, I saw how worried you were earlier”, he jokes sarcastically.

You roll your eyes. “Why’d you want me to stay?”

“Didn’t want to die alone, if I did”.

You shake your head, fully convinced of otherwise. “You weren’t gonna die”.

He gives a weak smile. “I know that now since we’re talking, unless this is a dream, or some purgatory shit then I’m screwed”.

You chuckle at his dazed rambling and it makes his weak smile a little stronger as it spreads. Amusement looks good on you. Pretty. “There it is”, he says. Talking about your little smile.

There’s a stretch of silence, and it’s contemplative for Jax. Flashes of the incident from moments prior running through his mind. He’d just met Galindo for the first time, shook his hand, exchanging pleasantries. They’d talked business and at the end all parties seemed happy with the results, but it made him wary. How well everything was going, something somewhere was bound to go wrong, and yeah maybe he was a bit too pessimistic in the moment but it proved him right. The Sons and The Mayans were riding back to the lodge when the Lobos attacked and he can’t remember much after that, just feeling more than alive and then a little ways from death. His father calling him and then his mother, and he almost answered. He’s glad he didn’t.

“I’m sure you know as much as I do, you see a lot of shit when you live this life. Seen more guys than I can count take a bullet, and more times than none I’ve been the one to give it to them”. He’s quiet, contemplative. On the rise of something that resembles an epiphany. “After a while they just become faceless y’know, nameless, just kill #52 on someone’s list. That’s what it felt like, I was about to be on somebody’s fucking list and that shit is scary”. He turns to you then. “And then the next thing I know I’m in here, with your pretty ass standing over me saving my life. I thought I was in heaven”.

You roll your eyes, it’s delirium from the blood loss, making him say things he doesn’t mean. “Even with a bullet wound, flattery gets you no where Teller”.

“Tell me what does”.

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 & 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

He’s warm under your skin, heartbeat a sweet song that pulses a quiet steady rhythm into your ears. It’s a comforting thing, soothing and mellow like the fiery cool blend of a setting summer sun.

You feel his hand, cool rings caressing the nape of your neck. “You awake baby?”

You move against him, to let him know that you are and a hand pulls gentle at your chin. “Let me see you darlin’ ”

Your body pulls up atop of his, bare chest moving along his and toward him so that you’re face to face, legs tangled together. His hands reach to caress your face, touch a gentle flame that burns to light your skin. It’s the first time you’ve seen him in the morning for weeks, the club stealing him away every moment it could, screwing around with the days you’d set aside to see each other. He grins, loving the dim set of your sleepy eyes. “Hi”.

“Hi”, you say. Tone rasped, sleepy.

There’s a glimmer in his stare, a dazzling sparkle that lives just over the grayish blue of his irises. You don’t identify it, what the warm glint means, for fear of being wrong, but somewhere inside, you know it’s love. It looks to pure to be anything else. He’s grinning again, all nostalgic like. “I was thinking just now, about that day when you patched me up. Best day of my life”.

You scoff. “You almost died”.

“But I got to meet you”.

You’re shaking your head at how lovey dovey he’s being. “Always with the flattery”.

“I’m serious, I fuckin’ love you. More than I ever thought I could”. He rolls you both over easy, his lean build on top surrounding you, fingers still caressing idly against your face and yours drawing along his tattooed back. He kisses you, patient and deep, as if to savor this moment. Staining his memory with the soft pliant flesh of your lips, the airy moan that resonates from your chest, and the lulling skim your nails give the gold of his hair. Forget the Irish and their guns, the Cartel and their H and everything that isn’t this. If he could, he’d stay with you here. Just like this. Forever.

He’s at your neck now, teasing you with tongue wet kisses and stingless nips, but something comes to mind. A wary thought that’s bugged you for a while. “When are we gonna tell my father about us. I want you to meet him”.

He looks to you, confused. “You don’t wanna tell your brothers first?”

“Ezekiel already knows. Found out the first time we met back up to see each other”. You’d thought you’d been sneaky enough that night, leaving after everyone fell asleep, but Ezekiel was always a couple steps ahead it seemed, following you out of Santo Padre a few hours to a bar where you’d met up with Jax. The conversation with him was easier than you expected, but still he was wary, and how couldn’t he be. You were his baby sister. He’d worry till his last breath. “... and I told Angel a couple of weeks ago. Couldn’t really get out of explaining how I had your rings laying around”. You couldn’t remember much of what that admission to him entailed, besides the look of disbelief he had, and then the screaming, and then eventually the forced calm of his expression when he realized that there was nothing he could do about it. It was still unbelievable to him, you weren’t that little girl anymore, no matter how much he wanted you to be.

You were grown, beyond capable of making your own decisions. But boy did it scare you having to tell Felipe.

“Whenever you want to tell him I’m ready”.

His sureness makes you smile, wide and bright, laying a kiss to his rosy lips. “I love you too Jackson”.

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