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multiphandommess · 7 months

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New Beginnings (And Burgers)

Summary - A fluff fic for Stella lovers. Her girlfriend picks her up when she gets out of prison and takes her back to their apartment.

Notes - I hope y'all like it. It's my first fic

I was driving down a dirt road. I’m currently on the way to pick up my girlfriend, Stella, from prison. She’s finally getting out today. We met when I was in prison for 8 months for assault (I do stupid things when I’m drunk) and she had 6 more months than me. She called last week and let me know that she was getting out today and asked if I could pick her up and I, of course, said yes. I’m super excited to see her again finally. I get up to the gate of the prison.

“Hi, I’m here for Stella Carlin.” The guard looks up at me with a deadpan look and turns to call out over her shoulder.

“Get me the kangaroo will ya?” she turns back to me, “You can go sit in one of those chairs now.”

I sit down and wait for Stella. About five minutes later, I see my tattooed hottie walk through the door. “Hey baby,” I say, walking up to her and hugging her.

“Hi, dove. Are you ready to get out of here? I sure am,” she replies with her signature smile.

“Of course,” I say, leading her out to my car. “How about we go get lunch before we go to our apartment? I got you a room set up to put your stuff in and a bed in case you want some me time whenever you want.”

“That sounds lovely darling,” Stella says as she kisses my cheek.

“What do you want to eat?” I ask her, “We can get anything you might want.”

“How about burgers? I haven’t had good food in so long and burgers sound so good,” she asked.

“Alright, next stop, burgers,” I say, pulling out of the Litchfield parking lot. There was a diner about 20 minutes from the prison. We pulled up and I got out of the car.

“Actually babe, can we stop in that store really quick and pick me up a new outfit? This one is a bit too big,” Stella asked.

“Sure. Let’s go find you some clothes. You have lost quite a bit of weight on that bagged bullshit they try to call food,” I joke, pulling her into the thrift store next to the diner. 45 minutes later we were walking out of the store and into the diner. She picked out a pair of grey sweatpants, a black tank top, and a vegan leather jacket. She also picked out some jeans, hoodies, bras, and socks so that she had clothes that fit her until I could make enough money to take her on a real shopping spree; but of course, she can always wear my clothes. We walk into the diner, order our food, and sit down. After we eat our food we get back in the car and drive the almost 3-hour drive back to our apartment in NYC.

We pull up to our building and unload what little stuff she has. We made our way up the stairs and up to our door. I pull out the key. “I’ll have a copy made for you tomorrow when I go out for groceries,” I tell her while opening our door.

“Um…thanks,” she said in an unsure tone.

“Are you ok Stell?” I asked worriedly. “I know getting used to being able to do what you want without someone looking over your shoulder all the time is a little hard to get used to after being in prison for even just a little bit but if there’s anything I can do for you at all baby, just let me know,” I said as I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her waist. She pulled me flush against her body and laid her head on my chest. We just stood in our kitchen holding each other and making up for all the lost time. “Alright, let's put your stuff away and we can watch a movie or something. How does that sound” I ask.

“Like heaven, sweetie,” she replies, “But how about you show me the room and I can put my stuff away. I don’t want to make you do something that you shouldn’t have to do. Maybe you can make the popcorn or something?”

“I mean, if you’re sure. Also, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Target tomorrow and pick up some decor for your room.” I replied.

“That sounds good but I don’t know how much I’ll be using that room because I’m expecting some I’ll be spending all my time in your bed,” she said with a smirk.

“10 minutes and you're already trying to get in my pants,” I said with the same expression as Stella.

“Hey I could have meant snuggles cutie,” she replied playfully.

“Uh-huh, sure. THAT smirk could have meant anything,” I sarcastically replied with a smile, “Well your room is down this hall. Here you go.”

“Thank you babygirl,” she said with her signature wink.

I blushed and didn’t reply but just walked away to go make some popcorn. “What do you want to watch?” I called back to Stella. Instead of answering, she walked up behind me and hugged me. “Why hello there,” I joked.

“Hi,” she said quietly into my neck as she put her hands under my shirt, stopping just before my bra.

“Watch your hands there dove,” I joked.

“What, can’t I hug my girlfriend?” she replied with a shrug and mumbled something I couldn’t make out.

“What was that?” I asked turning around in her hold.

“I love you,” she said. This was the first time she had told me this since I got out. She hasn��t said those three words over the phone or at all so far today.

“I love you too baby,” I kissed her and took her hand, leading her over to the sofa. “Alright, you choose the movie.”

“Scream?” she asked.

“Of course darling,” I replied. We spent the rest of our day watching movies and cuddling. As I went to put on our 5th movie, I heard light snoring. I looked down to see Stella asleep, face looking calmer and happier than it had in awhile; even calmer than when I would slide into her bunk during the night and cuddle. I smiled, turned off the TV, and snuggled into her. I rubbed her back and it was enough to lull me to sleep as well.

We might have to get used to being with each other out of prison and living with someone we’ve only been in the same building with for 8 months but I know that we’ll adjust and make each other better people because of it. So here’s to new beginnings.

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middleearthpixie · 11 months

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Wanted Man ~ Chapter Twenty-One

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters:McKenna, Loki, Thor, Shannon, Tony, Agent Phil Coulson

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 5.1k

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Previous chapters can be found here!

For McKenna, adjusting to life returning back to normal took some doing. Sleeping became a rarer and rarer occurrence, as she often found herself wide awake at three in the morning, staring up at the ceiling, Cinder curled in a ball beside her.

And there were times when she thought she was going crazy. She’d swear she saw Loki from the corner of her eye, only to find that when she whipped around, he was never there.

The nights were the worst. Not only was she not sleeping well, but when she did manage to doze off, she would dream of Loki and when she woke, her pillow would be wet with tears she hadn’t realized she shed and her head would ache and she’d lie awake until the sun streamed in through her windows.

“Where are you?” Scott asked one Friday night, about two months after her return, when she inadvertently poured peppermint schnapps instead of apple schnapps into what was supposed to be an apple martini.

“I’m sorry, Scott. I just… I don’t know. I’m not feeling so well.”

“Well then go home. I can’t afford to have you ruining any more drinks.”

“I know… I just…” Her throat squeezed shut and her eyes filled with tears. Damn it, she cried so easily now, and all the time. Why, just last night, she burst out bawling over some stupid commercial about back to school shopping.

“Look, I get it, Kenna,” Scott’s hands cupped her shoulders and he bent to meet her eye level. “Shay told me about the boyfriend. It sucks, but you have to let it go. He’s in jail and you can do a lot better than some guy in jail, right? Maybe it’s time to cut your losses and move on.”

Move on. In theory, perhaps, but in reality, it was not quite that simple. She absently ran her thumb along the band of the diamond ring still on her hand. “That’s much easier said than done, Scott.” She drew in a shaky breath and reached up to rub her forehead. “I’ll be all right.”

“You know, why don't you go home? Take a few days because I need you come Friday. Labor Day weekend? We’re gonna be packed.”

“Well, I’ve already missed—”

He waved off her protest. “I know. And maybe I’m going soft in my old age, but go home and get yourself sorted out, Kenna. Take a couple days and hopefully it’ll help.”

She nodded and dumped the ruined appletini and grabbed her purse from under the bar. Then, she pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Scott. “For the drink.”

He waved it away, but she tossed it onto the bar and made her way around it to leave. Shannon stopped her just short of the door. “Go home and get some rest, Kenna. You look kinda green.”

“I know. I am and I’ll call you in the morning.” She kissed Shannon’s cheek and stepped out into a godawful, hot, steamy August night.

Her car was parked down the street from a CVS and after a quick peek over her shoulder to make sure Shannon didn’t follow her, she ducked into it. It only took her a few minutes to find what she wanted and paid for it, and then hurried back to her car.

Cinder did his best to trip her as she came into the apartment, yowling for food. “Okay, okay,” she said, tossing her purse and bag on the counter and hurryied into the kitchen before the cat attacked her.

He dove into his food, his yowl becoming a contented purr, and she crouched to scratch him behind the ears before stretching across the counter to grab her phone and the bag.

She locked the bathroom door, although she didn’t know why, and her hands shook as she opened the box. It took three tries before she got the instructions unfolded, and on the third try, she ripped it along a fold.

Five minutes later she was staring down at the counter, her stomach threatening to reverse itself even as a sense of budding excitement swelled through her.

The word was so small, but still unmistakable, all in capital letters spelling out one word:

PREGNANT

She didn’t know how long she sat there staring at that stupid little stick. The box came with a second one, so she took it as well. Now she had two sticks with the same tiny little word on it.

“Holy shit…” she breathed, rubbing her forehead with one hand. How the hell was she supposed to let Loki know he was going to be a father? Somehow, she didn’t think S.H.I.E.L.D. still had their little shop at the boardwalk up and running.

But, she did have Coulson’s number, or at least she hoped it was still his number. The crumpled business card was long gone, but she kept his number. Just in case.

Her legs wobbled as she went back out to the kitchen and dug her phone from her purse, found Coulson’s number and hit send, her hands shaking the entire time.

“Agent Coulson.”

“Agent Coulson, it’s McKenna Carlin. I need to get a message to Thor. Can you do that for me?”

“Miss Carlin, I’m not an Asgardian answering service.”

“This is very, very important. Please.” She switched the phone to her other ear. “And I don’t mean like I have a hangnail important, but really, really important.”

“Is everything all right, Miss Carlin?”

“No. No, it isn’t and I need to see Thor. Soon.”

“Okay, Miss Carlin. I’ll do my best.”

“Do you have my number?”

“We do.” He clicked off and she dropped the phone as the enormity of those two sticks lounging on the bathroom counter hit her like a ton of bricks.

But at the same time, perhaps this was what could change Odin's mind about keeping Loki in the dungeon?

Or would she and the baby be in danger now instead?

She walked back into the living room, where she promptly began pacing, since her nerves would not let her be still. Thor would have a better grasp on what Odin's reaction might be, should he learn about the baby. Now all she had to do was wait. And that was the worst part.

But she didn’t have to wait long. Not more than half an hour after her phone call to Coulson, there came a knock at her door. Damn… that little man worked fast.

She opened it to find Thor standing in the hallway, his red cape dusty and Mjölnir in his hand. She almost laughed at the absurdity of the scene, especially when he came inside and hung the hammer on the doorknob.

“Son of Coul said you needed to speak with me? What is it?”

“I really don’t think I should tell you first, but I need you get a message to Loki. Or better yet, if you could maybe sneak me in to see him? I need to talk to him and it’s very important.”

He arched one golden brow. “I cannot smuggle you into the prison. How would I? Never mind if something happened and someone got out.”

“Then you need to find some way for me to talk to him. Please. I cannot even tell you how much I need to see him.”

Thor pulled back before she could touch him and shook his head. “It is out of my hands, Miss Carlin. I cannot—”

“Please! You must—” Her voice broke and hot tears stung her eyes. She tilted her head back, squeezing her eyes shut to try to hold them back. How could she make Thor see how important it was without actually telling him? “You don't get it and I know that, but I have to talk to him. It really is that important. Really. I promise you, it is.”

“So, why not just tell me then?”

Her head snapped up at the low, familiar pull of Loki's voice and her tears became those of joy as she snapped her head back to see Thor vanish in a veil of green mist and to find staring into Loki's beautiful blue eyes. “Ohhh… oh… God…” she stammered, her hand clapping over her mouth. “What… how…?”

“What did you have to tell me, love? Or can it wait a moment?” A slow smile pulled at his lips as he caught her by the hands.

At his first touch, she all but fell into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing with everything she had. “Oh my God… how is this even possible? Please, please tell me this isn’t a dream.”

“It’s no dream,” he whispered, lifting her up to meet his eyes. “And I will explain everything—”

She cut him off with a kiss that let loose every single emotion she’d experienced since seeing him dragged off in chains. His arms tightened about her as his lips parted and as her tongue met his, he groaned in the back of his throat.

He staggered back, thudding dully against the door, but never loosened his hold on her any more than she loosened hers on him. She slid her fingers into the cool length of his dark hair, tears sliding over her cheeks as she broke the kiss with a laugh that came out of nowhere and just hugged him.

“I know it’s been a while, love,” he chuckled, his lips against her ear. “But I am fairly certain you aren’t supposed to be laughing at my kisses.”

“It was my kiss and I’m laughing because I can’t believe you’re here. How the hell did Coulson do this?”

“Son of Coul?” Loki pulled back with a puzzled look. “What does he have to do with anything?”

“I just talked to him a little while ago. Didn’t… I asked him to get word to Thor that I needed to see him. Or you.” She caught his face between her hands, just wanting to look at him. He was a bit thinner than the last time she saw him, and he looked tired, but other than that, he was every bit the handsome god she loved so much. Her eyes teared up again and she shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

“Believe it, love. I’m here and I’m not leaving.” Holding her easily in one arm, he smoothed her hair away from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek. “I’ve missed you, McKenna. More than you could ever possibly know.”

“Oh, I have a pretty good idea, Loki.”

He smiled and kissed her again. This time, his kiss was hungry, and he scorched her with the passion behind it. He pushed away from the door and shifted to scoop her into his arms. Cinder meowed and between kisses, Loki whispered, “Not now, cat,” as he carried McKenna down the narrow hallway to her bedroom.

Loki gently pressed her down into her bed, covering her body with his. His lips moved gently along the curve of her neck, down over her collarbone, while he slid one hand beneath her black Scott’s Tavern tee shirt. His fingers were cool as they swept along her ribs, slid beneath her to run up along her. She shivered at the touch, so light and gentle, and yet powerful enough that she bit down hard on her bottom lip.

His fingers just grazed the lower curve of her left breast and then he moved down, his kisses soft on her ribs, and a breathless laugh bubbled to her lips as he swept a kiss down the center of her stomach. Without thinking, she reached down, slid her fingers into his dark hair and her eyes remained on him as he spread those teasing kisses over and down, stopping at the waistband of her jeans.

He lifted his head to gaze at her with passion-smoked blue-green eyes. “I have never had the pleasure of undressing you, my love,” he murmured, hooking one finger over the button of her jeans. “And I shall rectify that at once.”

She smiled as he pressed a hot kiss into her lower belly. He shifted, brushing the tip of his tongue along her left hipbone as he slid the button through its hole. The zipper slid down, and he folded back the two sides, his breath warm against her skin as he murmured, “I do so love the lacy bits you wear,” in a husky voice.

She held her breath as he rose to tug the Levis from her hips. The velvety denim was like a caress as he slid it her legs, and she bit down on her bottom lip as he just let his gaze wander over her and a sinful smile curved his lips.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, letting his fingers sweep gently up over her shins, over her knees, along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She sighed at the tingles rushing through her with each touch, at the way his eyes seemed to darken from blue to green as they moved along her.

He eased a finger beneath the scalloped lace edge of her thong and she sucked in a sharp breath. Then, he bent forward and there was nothing cold about his lips as they teased her left inner thigh. His tongue caressed the crease of her hip and thigh and her fingers twisted in his hair.

She realized how tightly she held the thick lock of black hair she held, and she released it immediately, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

Loki shook his head. “Don’t apologize,” he said as he hooked his forefinger in that delicate black lace to gently tug. “You didn’t hurt me, you know. Actually, I rather like knowing how strongly you react to my touch.”

“Loki, you have no idea.”

He tugged the lace from her hips and his smile turned feral. “Much as I like the lacy bits, I far prefer you like this, love.”

She shivered—a full body shiver as he dipped back down and at the first sensual stroke of his tongue against her most sensitive flesh, she didn’t care how hard she grabbed him. He left her breathless and on fire, her fingers twisting against in his hair to press him harder into her. Her hips rose to meet him, his name rose to her lips and her back bowed sharply as he pushed her over the edge.

“Loki!”

He held her there, suspended in time, her entire body humming with pleasure, and then, when she thought she’d go mad from it all, he gently brought her back to earth. She was breathless and fighting for air, tugging him to bring him up so she could wrap herself around him.

He obliged, but slowly, kissing his way up, just as he kissed his way down. He was leisurely and teasing, no matter how she pulled at his hair and, when that didn’t work, gripped the shoulders of his green and gold leather tunic. Tunic? Damn it, she had to get him out of his clothes and now!

He knelt between her knees and caught her hips with both hands, his thumbs pressing into her, and pushed her shirt over her ribs, and she bit back a breathless sigh at the cool brush of his lips against her skin. The tip of his tongue swept out against her, and then came the gentle nip, followed by a soft kiss.

This was his pattern as he moved upward, the soft tee shirt skimming over her breasts. She gave up tugging on him. There was no point. He was in no hurry and honestly? She didn’t care, it was far better to just lie back and enjoy those delicious sensations as they rippled through her, to savor them as they swelled and build off one another to create a fiery desire she hadn’t felt in a very long time. She wanted him with a fury that bordered on the maniacal, but if he was in no hurry, why on earth should she rush him?

“Loki…”

“Mmmm?” he murmured, his lips teasing the right side of her ribs.

“Oh, that feels so nice…”

He came up to whisk her tee shirt over her head. “More lacy bits,” he whispered, tracing the lacy edge of her left bra cup. “I am a fortunate man, indeed.”

“I hate to disappoint you,” she whispered back, “but pretty much all women wear bras.”

“But I doubt any of them look as ravishing as you, love,” he replied, his finger slipping beneath the bra cup to brush her breast. Her eyelids grew heavy as he inched further beneath it, easing her breast from it entirely.

He kneaded her breast gently, his thumb brushing her nipple, and when he bent to kiss her, she wrapped her arms about his neck. The air rushed from her as he rolled to pull her atop him. A moment later, he had her bra unhooked, his voice heavy with seductive triumph as he murmured, “On the first attempt, no less.”

“Very smooth. Now, how do I get you out of this?” she breathed into his ear as she tugged at the front of his tunic. “Because it definitely needs to go.”

He pulled away to grin wolfishly at her. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Loki.” She tried to scowl at him, but couldn’t quite manage it. “I’ve missed you just as much, you know.”

He rocked back. “It would take me far too long to allow you to undress me, McKenna. But, I promise you, when I’m in your Midgardian clothes, you may indulge in undressing me as slowly as you wish.”

With that, he twitched his fingers and her jaw almost dropped as his clothes simply disappeared. She reached down to let her fingers slide down over his chiseled, smooth belly. His skin was so cool to the touch, the muscles like slabs of marble beneath it.

She bent to brush a kiss over his chest. Then another. And another still as she inched her way down. His hands came to rest on her back, his fingers stroking her gently as he whispered, “Oh, love… what you do to me. You bring the most wicked of thoughts to my mind.”

“Do I?” She moved over the ridge of his hip. “Then I’m doing something right.”

“Oh, Midgardian,” the air rushed from him as she moved and his voice grew throatier as he added, “you most definitely are.”

She smiled as she continued teasing him, using his sighs and groans as an indicator of how he enjoyed her attentions. Then, he caught her, tugging her back up into his arms. His lips seized hers, hot and hungry, and he flipped her onto her back, then surged up between her thighs to fill her with one sensually long stroke.

Her back bowed with his first powerful thrust and that was all it took. She melted around him, legs about his waist, arms about his neck, fingernails sinking deep into his back. She met his rhythm, his name a breathless cry on her lips as he surged hard inside her.

He drew back just enough to capture her lips in a long, deep kiss. She clung to him as he thrust faster and when they went over that glorious summit, Loki broke that kiss to growl, “McKenna!”

He sank against her, his body trembling and as she slid her arms about him, she whispered, “Oh, Loki… Oh, God…that… oh, that was amazing…”

He nodded, still fighting for his breath, which came across her skin as short, hard blasts. His head came to rest on her breast, which he kissed gently and murmured, “I do so love you.”

She smiled up at into the darkness, tears stinging her eyes. But for the first time in two months, they were happy tears and they slid back into her hair as she brokenly whispered, “I love you, too.”

He lifted his head, his eyes tender as he murmured, “Are you crying, Midgardian?”

“Tears of happiness this time, I promise,” she replied, reaching up to stroke his hair away from his face. “I thought I was never going to see you again.”

“I wouldn’t allow that.”

“You didn’t have much of a choice.”

“True. But I was not about to let a little thing like a dungeon prevent it, either. Not even Odin’s prison could keep me from you in the end.” He kissed her forehead. “And now I am here and we have much lost time to make up for. Tell me, how much hot water does your shower offer?”

She smiled. “Not nearly as much as the Winchester, I’m afraid.”

“We’ll make do.”

As he settled back against her, his head cradled by her breast, she drew her fingers along the black sheen of his hair. Her thoughts whirled with the magnitude of what she had to tell him, but the words were a jumble in her mind.

She took a deep breath. “Loki?”

“Yes, love?” he murmured, not lifting his head.

“There’s something we need to talk about. Now that you’re here and all.”

“Is something wrong?” His voice held a hint of suspicion.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“Do you like children?”

Now he lifted his head. “I beg your pardon?”

“I asked if you like children.”

“I don’t know any, but I don’t think I’d dislike them.” His eyes glittered in the glow of the bathroom nightlight. “Why?”

“Well, that’s kind of why I needed Thor to come here.” She curved her hand against his cool, smooth cheek. “You’re going to be a father.”

Confusion clouded his eyes. “What?”

She nodded. “I’m going to have a baby, Loki.” She traced her fingertip along his bottom lip. “We’re going to have a baby.”

“You mean to say that you… and I… A child, McKenna?” He waited for her to nod, and then he hurriedly slid off her to stretch out beside her. “How—when—you—”

She laughed as his eyes cleared of all confusion and filled with something that looked very much like wonder. He slid his hand over her hip, letting it come to rest between both hipbones. “Are you certain?”

“I’m positive, Loki. I was late, so I bought a pregnancy test. Two, actually. And both came back positive.” She covered her hand with his. “They’re still in the bathroom, if you want to see them for yourself.”

He shook his head, his gaze going to his hand on her belly, whispering, “A child,” in a disbelief-laden voice.

Her stomach fluttered as the next words came to her lips. “How do you feel about that, Loki? I know it has to be a bit of a shock, but—”

“How do I feel about it?” He turned to look at her, but his expression was unreadable. “It’s the last thing I expected you to say, to be honest.”

Her heart sank and a hint of nausea rose in the back of her throat. “I know. It was a surprise to me as well.”

“But, as to how I feel about it—” To her surprise, he lifted their hands from her belly, and bent to press a gentle kiss where his hand had been. Then, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed that.

Finally, he came back up to her and whispered, “I love you.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “And I look forward to this new life we’ve created, be it a boy or a girl.”

“Do you, really? Like I said, I know you weren’t expecting this but—”

“Hush, McKenna, and worry not about how I feel. I think it amazing. A surprise, yes, but a very welcome one.” He pressed his hand against hers, palm to palm, and entwined their fingers. “Tell me, though, would you have told Thor to pass the word along or would you have told me yourself?”

“I wanted to tell you, before I told anyone else. I would have only told him if there had been no other option.”

His thumb swept along hers. “You do realize, if this child is a girl, I will kill any boy who comes near her.”

“You’ll do no such thing.” She squeezed his hand. “Will you teach him or her your magic?”

“Absolutely.” He grinned. “You may come to fear what tricks may be played on you, though.”

“Wonderful.” She sank back against the pillows and smiled at him. “Try not to make me too crazy, okay?”

He bent and swept a kiss over her belly again and then came up to stretch out beside her again. “I promise nothing. I am the God of Mischief, remember.”

As he spoke, he pulled her into his arms and she sank into him, snuggling her head against his chest. “So, how are you here, then? I mean, if Coulson didn’t tell Thor?”

He kissed the top of her head. “Thor helped me escape. Again.”

“How?”

“How do you think?”

She looked up at him and smiled. “Captain America again?”

“No. But as an Asgardian guard.”

“Try saying that five times.” When he gave her a puzzled look, she added, “It’s a joke. Your tongue will twist trying to say it five times.”

“Oh, I assure you, love, my tongue never twists.” He gave her a seductive smile. “Unless I want it to, that is.”

She shivered at the promise in his voice. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely.” He gently eased her onto her back again, and covered her body with his. He leaned in until his lips just brushed hers, and whispered, “Do you have to work in the morning?”

She shook her head. “No. Not until Friday. Why?”

“Because I’m planning on keeping you up far too late this evening.” His voice lowered to a whisper and he kissed her lightly. “As I said, we’ve much lost time to make up for.”

“We can sleep until noon if we wish,” she replied.

“Oh, I wish.” He kissed along her temple, and she shivered as his breath came lightly along her ear and he whispered, “I wish to hear you cry out my name again as I love you from here,” he kissed along her jaw line and down her neck, “to here,” his lips moved over her breast and down her ribs, “to here…”

Here made her suck in a sharp breath and her back bowed sharply again. Her god most definitely had a silver tongue and left her aching for him. For all of him.

He obliged and as he slid inside her, he caught her hands in his, pinned them to the bed on either side of her head, and laced his fingers with hers. His eyes held hers, soft and tender, as he began moving inside her again, with slow, carefully controlled thrusts.

Her eyelids grew so heavy, but she refused to yield to them. She didn’t want to miss one moment of this, didn’t want to miss the slightest flicker of pleasure that crossed his face, or the way the muscle in his jaw bulged from the effort it must have taken for him to thrust so slowly.

“I love you,” he growled, squeezing her hands.

“I—” She gasped as they neared that amazing edge—“I love you, too…”

Whereas the last time, he crushed her close and surged hard into her, this time, he was every bit as tender as he promised he’d be. He moaned softly, shuddered, and as he peaked with her, his forehead pressed into hers, his eyes locked with hers, and she felt him all the way to the center of her soul. This was love—love like she never dreamed could really exist, but was only dreamed up by poets and writers to appeal to the dreamers in everyone.

He arched hard, and then sank against her, burying his face in the slope of her neck to kiss her softly. Only then did he let show how much effort it took for him to remain so controlled as his breathing was ragged about the edges. She stroked his hair with a trembling hand as she whispered, “Hmm… so hard to believe you are the same man who demanded a thousand people kneel before you.” She traced her fingernails lightly down over his nape and along his left shoulder, laughing softly as he shivered. “Especially when you tremble at my touch. Perhaps you should kneel before me?”

“No one else will ever see this side of me,” he replied sleepily, lifting his head to smile at her. “Although, if I were you, I wouldn’t be gloating quite so, since I do intend to have you on your knees at some point this night.”

“Is that so?”

“Darling girl, I certainly hope so.” He eased one hand from hers and shifted off her. As she yawned, he tugged her up against him, nestling her back against his chest. “But if not tonight, definitely another. It will happen.”

She rubbed one eye, her post-coital drowsiness becoming full-blown exhaustion. It was one of the longest days she could remember and although it ended more wonderfully than she ever would have hoped, she was still wiped out.

But on the other hand, she was still apprehensive of going to sleep, afraid that she would awake to find that this had all been yet another dream and she would be alone. Loki wrapped his arms about her, smoothing her hair away from her left ear as he murmured, “Are you asleep?”

“No,” she murmured drowsily, peering up at him. “I’m just… it’s silly…”

“What is?”

“I think I’m dreaming and when I open my eyes, you’ll be back on Asgard again.”

“I won’t be, love. I promise you, I will be right here when you awake. And I promise not to try to cook any more bacon.”

She laughed softly. “I still have to replace that stupid smoke detector.”

He lifted his left arm and swished his fingers. “Done.”

As that hand slid back over her belly, she sighed and snuggled back into his chest. “I could get spoiled by this.”

His palm skimmed gently over her stomach. “I look forward to being able to spoil you, McKenna. I’ve the feeling not many men have.”

“Some. But not many.”

“I will make you forget any other man ever touched you, love. That any other man ever hurt you. That any other man ever made you feel unworthy of being loved.” He whispered these words, but there was no denying the ferocity behind them.

His arms tightened about her and he pressed a gentle kiss into her temple. “Sleep now, darling. I promise you I will be here when you wake.”

She nodded, her eyes closing as sleep crept over her like a stealthy cat. For the first time in eight weeks, she slept without dreaming and in utter peace.

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Rimini, primo giorno di lavoro per il nuovo Questore Olimpia Abbate

Rimini, primo giorno di lavoro per il nuovo Questore Olimpia Abbate. Nelle scorse ore, si è insediato il nuovo Questore della Provincia di Rimini, la Dottoressa Olimpia Abbate. Il primo atto dell’insediamento è stata la cerimonia, officiata da Padre Paolo Carlin, della resa degli onori ai caduti della Polizia di Stato, alla presenza dei Dirigenti e dei Funzionari della Questura e delle Specialità, e di una rappresentanza dell’Associazione Nazionale della Polizia di Stato, con la deposizione di una corona d’alloro presso la lapide e il cippo commemorativo del Sovrintendente Capo Antonio Mosca, situati all’ingresso della Questura. Dopo un breve incontro di saluto con i funzionari della Questura e delle Specialità della Polizia di Stato, il Questore si è recato dal Prefetto di Rimini per il primo incontro istituzionale. La mattinata si è conclusa con l’incontro delle Organizzazioni Sindacali del personale di Polizia e dell’Amministrazione Civile dell’Interno e, subito dopo della stampa locale. Il Questore Abbate ha iniziato la sua carriera nel 1991 presso il Compartimento di Polizia Postale di Napoli. Nel 1993 è stata trasferita presso la Questura di Caserta, prima a capo della Squadra Mobile, dove si è particolarmente distinta per la conduzione di importanti indagini, con la direzione di operazioni concluse con la cattura di superlatitanti e personaggi di spicco della criminalità organizzata, e poi sempre a Caserta ha ricoperto l’incarico di Capo di Gabinetto. Successivamente è stata nominata Vicario del Questore della Provincia dell’Aquila fino al trasferimento ad Ancona dove ha rivestito un altro importante incarico di rilievo: la guida del Compartimento della Polizia Ferroviaria di Ancona. Nel gennaio del 2020 è stata trasferita presso il Compartimento della Polizia Ferroviaria di Napoli. Infine, prima di approdare a Rimini, ha ricoperto l’incarico di Questore presso la Questura di Pistoia.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

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Hawk and Dove vol 2 3 (1988) . Agents of Chaos... Out of Control! . Written by Karl and Barbara Kesel Penciled by Rob Liefeld Inked by Karl Kesel Colors by Glenn Whitmore Lettered by Janice Chiang Edited by Renee Witterstaetter and Mike Carlin . Kestrel was beating Hawk mercilessly and Dove just managed to save Hawk... . See more relevant content here: #marvelman901hawkanddove #marvelman901shadowblade #marvelman901robliefeld #marvelman901kestrel . #hawk #dove #hawkanddove #kestrel #robliefeld #shadowblade #dcsuperheroes (på/i Washington D.C.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CooPpAaqHzi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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FLYING WULBER DANNO L'ADDIO ALLE PISTE

FLYING WULBER DANNO L'ADDIO ALLE PISTE Ieri sera, dalla pagina Facebook dell'amica Gilda Vulcanelli abbiamo appreso una notizia che ci ha lasciati spiazzati. Una di quelle notizie che non avevamo neanche messo in conto di leggere mai: i Wulber hanno smesso di volare nell'alto delle cupole .....

I Flying Wulber entrano così di diritto nella grande storia del circo italiano. Una troupe che ha contribuito per tanti anni a tenere alto il prestigio e l'onore del circo italiano nel mondo. Una troupe che, dopo i tanti anni trascorsi in Italia (uno su tutti, al circo Moira Orfei), ha lavorato ovunque e nelle più prestigiose case internazionali. Una luminosa carriera internazionale a cui il contagioso sorriso di Gilda e la capacità atletica/acrobatica di Mitch hanno contribuito enormemente. Una troupe che ha saputo trasformarsi ed evolversi negli anni, a partire dalla storica formazione in cui erano parte integrante i fratelli Claudio e Matteo fino ad arrivare a quella attuale che si è esibita per l'ultima volta ieri da Elmar Krez Ravensburger Weihnachtscircus, il circo di Natale di Ravensburg in Germania.

Eccovi le parole diffuse da Gilda: 8 gennaio 2023 !!!!! Una data che ricorderemo ragazzi!!!! L'ultimo spettacolo dei flying Wulber, la nostra bellissima troupe si divide, voglio ringraziare tutti coloro che nel corso degli anni vi hanno fatto parte ,in primis i miei fratelli Matteo e Claudio, poi con Patricio Alexis Henriquez Rojas e Carlin Chico con la quale abbiamo fatto un bel pezzo di strada, e con l'arrivo delle bellissime Greta e Reka. Ne abbiamo avute di soddisfazioni nel corso degli anni con il nostro numero

e per ultimo il mio fantastico marito Miltcho Kolev grandeeeee artista e professionista, nonché bellissima persona, ispiratore per me e per le nostre figlie. Grazie per tutto quello che hai fatto per noi in questi anni, comincia per tutti una nuova avventura di vita

vi auguro con tutto il cuore tanto successo, salute e amore ,vvb famiglia

ps un immenso grazie a Carlin e reka per aver dato alla truppe il componente più meraviglioso, Nolen

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Centinaia di tonnelate d'oro estratte a 4000 metri d'altezza

Individuata la più grande miniera d’oro del pianeta: dove si trova. Grasberg è la miniera d’oro più grande al mondo e si classifica in seconda posizione come miniera di rame a livello mondiale. Si trova a un’altezza di oltre quattro mila metri, in Nuova Guinea e impiega circa ventimila lavoratori. Si trova in Nuova Guinea, nella provincia indonesiana di Irian Jaya e occupa circa ventimila operai: stiamo parlando della miniera d’oro più grande al mondo, la miniera di Grasberg. La sua proprietà coinvolge quattro attori che ne possiedono diverse percentuali come riportato di seguito: Freeport-McMoRan (ditta statunitense) possiede il 67,3%; PT Indocopper Investama Corporation detiene il 9,3%; il governo indonesiano ne possiede il 9,3%; infine, il Rio Tinto Group ha il 13% della miniera d’oro.

Miniera d’oro del pianeta Oltre ad essere la più grande miniera d’oro al mondo, si tratta di una delle miniere più alte al mondo dato che è posizionata a un’altezza di oltre quattromila metri. Per quanto riguarda il rame, si classifica in seconda posizione a livello mondiale. Insomma, stiamo parlando di una miniera davvero importante che, ad oggi, è stata trasformata in miniera sotterranea dopo essere stata a cielo aperto dal 1990 al 2019.

Miniera di Grasberg Grasberg ha raggiunto altissimi record di produzione come quello del 2006, anno in cui la miniera ha prodotto ben 610.600 tonnellate di rame, 58.474 tonnellate di oro e altre 174.459 tonnellate di argento. Fatta eccezione per gli anni da record, negli altri anni la produzione rimane sempre piuttosto stabile e questo rende Grasberg una delle miniere più produttive e importanti al mondo. Le altre miniere d’oro più importanti al mondo Come abbiamo detto, Grasberg è la miniera d’oro più grande al mondo e una tra le più importanti. Vediamo quali sono le altre miniere fondamentali per la produzione di oro, argento e rame a livello mondiale. Nevada Gold Mines La miniera americana che, nel 2021, ha registrato la maggiore produzione di oro al mondo con circa 94 tonnellate.

Nevada Gold Mines Si trova in Nevada e la sua fortunata produzione dipende dalla presenza del Carlin Trend, una formazione geologica molto particolare che presenta alti livelli di mineralizzazione aurifere e che si estende per ben 56 chilometri. Kibali, Repubblica Democratica del Congo Situata a poco più di duecento chilometri dal confine con l’Uganda, la miniera di Kibali nel 2021 ha prodotto oro per ben 23 tonnellate. Si tratta di una miniera piuttosto giovane per quanto riguarda l’estrazione dato che è entrata in attività solo nel 2013. Al momento i lavori vengono svolti sia a cielo aperto che in sotterraneo. Muruntau in Uzbekistan Si classifica in seconda posizione per produzione di oro nel 2021 con le sue (quasi) 85 tonnellate, questa miniera è larga 2,5 chilometri e lunga 3,3 chilometri; presenta una profondità di 600 metri e, dalle ultime stime, sembra che contenga ancora ben 4.200 tonnellate di riserve d’oro.

Muruntau Uzbekistan Olimpiada in Russia Quarta nella classifica delle miniere d’oro più produttive del 2021, la sua posizione è in una delle province aurifere più produttive di tutta la Russia. Qui la produzione inizia nel 1996 e ad oggi detiene la metà di tutto l’oro prodotto dalla più importante compagnia russa nel settore, la Polyus. Canadian Malartic Si tratta della miniera più grande di tutto il Canada che, nel 2021, ha totalizzato circa 20 tonnellate di oro raccolto.

Caniadian Malartic La miniera è a cielo aperto ma esiste un progetto chiamato Odissey che mira a trasformarla in una miniera sotterranea entro i prossimi sei anni. Read the full article

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No idea if the rumor about Josiah and Lauren expecting a boy are true. IDK. I’ll have to guess names for them at some point anyway. Assuming Matthew (let’s stick with Matthew Levi because I have no better ideas), unless they stick with the alphabet thing, in which case, Matthew as the middle name. Christian, Canaan, Charlie, Chance, Cody, Caden, I don’t fucking know. If they’re expecting a girl...Clara, Christiana, Christina, Cecilia, Charis, Carissa, Cadence, Charlotte, Chloe. Middle names, I think will also remain thematic, so...Blessing, Grace, Corazon, Mercy, Love, Dove, Olive, Rainbow, Eden. Nevaeh, Heavenly, Heart.

And since Jill and Derick are apparently working on the next one, I’ll just guess for DillyNext, whenever they get here, while we’re at it. Judah Michael, Emmanuel Isaac, Elijah Rhys, Xavier Christian, Zachary Blake, Roman Daniel, Jonah Benjamin, Nathaanel James. Selah Michelle, Victoria Grace, Faith Catherine, Jordana, Willa, Ruby, Abigail, Hannah, Faith, Jewel, Adelynn, Destiny, Eden, idk I ran out of middle names ages ago.

I guess officially guessing Matthew Levi, Canaan Matthew or Christian Matthew for Josiah and Lauren’s kid but we’ll see what happens.

Oh right, Carlin’s little boy. Uh. Oliver, Theo, Jasper, Declan.

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Radix Dance Convention, Denver, CO: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

Rookie Solo

1st: Skyla Edger-’Hallelujah’

2nd: Prairie Wilkins-’Older Than I Am’

3rd: Lucy Tang-’You Are A Memory’

4th: Jsde Peterson-’Fly Me To The Moon’

5th: Ava Azar-’Halo’

6th: Abby Fowle-’One Moment More’

7th: Quinn Nash-’Tiny Dancer’

Mini Solo

1st: Savannah Manzel-’Fly Me To The Moon’

2nd: Karson Koller-’Asht’

3rd: Isabella DiBenedetto-’Amen’

4th: Ella Miller-’For Now I Am Winter’

4th: Lily Haas-’I Can’t Stand The Rain’

4th: Mariah Reuvers-’Sleep’

5th: Harper Potts-’Fireflies’

5th: Julian Aranda-’Jump’

5th: Emily Benjamin-’Roxie’

6th: Avery Burgard-’Fancy’

7th: Marley Dechant-’Control’

7th: Kate Casa-’Isn’t She Lovely’

7th: Emily Bell-’Na, Na, Na’

7th: Ella Birdsong-’The Garden’

8th: Tori Barrett-’Borderline’

8th: Evelyn Cherry-’This Is Us Colliding’

9th: Kinsley Odom-’Insight’

9th: Natalie Lira-’Tiny Dancer’

10th: Annabelle Winterbottom-’Red Alert’

Junior Solo

1st: Coltrane Vodicka-’Moon River’

2nd: Campbell Clark-’I’ll Be Seeing You’

3rd: Taryn Miner-’Make You Feel My Love’

4th: Alegra Post-’What If Birds Were Screaming’

5th: Vanessa Lira-’Convolution’

6th: Genesse Craft-’The Beat Goes On’

7th: Gianna Montoya-’Burn It Up’

7th: Morgan Jensen-’Fields of Gold’

8th: Grace Grieve-’Mask, Gloves, Soap, Scrubs’

9th: Brynlee Morton-’Where Did Our One Go?’

10th: Ruby Spencer-’What You Want’

Teen Solo

1st: Lola Iglesias-’Letters from a Traveler’

2nd: Ayla Rodriguez-Ping’

3rd: Olivia Taylor-’Why Try To Change Me Now?’

4th: Maliah Howard-’Sei La Vita’

4th: Maya Howard-’Telehumo’

5th: Kennedy Peterson-’Build It Up’

5th: Soleil Nelson-’Cetana’

5th: Emerson Ramos-’Rebel Angel’

6th: Davina Ephraim-’Hurt for Me’

6th: Devon Stutz-’No End To New Memories’

6th: Sara Allen-’This Land Is Your Land’

7th: Abbey Schmidt-’Letters Make No Meaning’

7th: Teya Pak-’Pathogenic Agent’

7th: Gwendolyn Cherry-’Shiny Stockings’

8th: Eliane Dean-’Both Sides of the Moon’

8th: Jamir Nuanes-’Fresh Prince’

9th: Addison Ihler-’Boyfriend’

9th: Avery Trammell-’It’s Time To Go’

9th: Chloe Jachowicz-’The River’

10th: Emma Broome-’Death’

10th: Lauren Feichtinger-’Labyrinth’

10th: Tea Anderson-’Verses of My Soul’

10th: Kendall Hoffner-’Wait’

Senior Solo

1st: Sithumi Sinley-’Genesis II’

2nd: Vivian Unkart-’What’s It Gonna Take’

3rd: Maycee Budge-’Footprints’

3rd: Liesl Brauch-’Grower’

3rd: Grace Coleman-’Walk On’

4th: Mia Maxwell-’Locomotive’

4th: Bronson Dahmer-’The Pain Room’

5th: Bella Donatelli-’Away Go’

5th: Jasmin Conner-’The Egg’

5th: Shaelynn Rounds-’The Radical Self’

6th: Maddie Myers-’Catalina’

6th: Vincent Maizland-’Slow Descent’

7th: Madison Skinner-’Always On My Mind’

7th: Angelee RiAli-’Gabi’s Story’

7th: Remy Wright-’Moments Passed’

7th: Annie Cellar-’Psalm’

7th: Sophia Price-’Shahmaran’

8th: Piper Northburg-’Concerto’

8th: Taylor Piper-’Tender Skin’

9th: Sydney Carlin-’Salvatore’

10th: Teigyn Holt-’L.J’

10th: Trip Babcock-’Slip’

10th: Sophia Meza-’The Watering’

10th: Kendall Moller-’When I Fall In Love’

Rookie Duo/Trio

1st: A Dance Place-’Seize The Day’

2nd: The Dance Movement-’When She Loved Me’

3rd: The Dance Movement-’Heartbeats’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: Stars Dance Studio-’Rescue’

2nd: A Dance Place-’You and Me But Mostly Me’

3rd: En Face Studios-’Where Do I Go From Here?’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’Everything Is In Line’

2nd: Move By Morelli-’After Everything I’ve Done’

3rd: Mpact Dance Project-’Broken Chords’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: all my feidns

2nd: bettet then today

3rd: nostalgia

3rd: when doves

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: thinking about you

2nd: lose somebody

3rd: everything all at

Rookie Group

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Boogie Shoes’

2nd: The Dance Movement-’Imagine’

2nd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Name Game’

3rd: Studio West Dance Center-’Home’

Mini Group

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Celloopa’

2nd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’SuperSonic’

3rd: Studio West Dance Center-’Choo Choo Cha Boogie’

3rd: A Dance Place-’Cover Is Not The Book’

Junior Group

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Ice Age’

1st: Sweatshop-’Rock It’

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Tambourine’

1st: Mpact Dance Project-’The Cubs’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Give A Little’

3rd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’O My Love’

Teen Group

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Our Love’

2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Moonlight’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Where Is The Love?’

3rd: Sweatshop-’Hope There’s Someone’

3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Life Within’

3rd: Empower Dance-’Open Hands’

3rd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’The Thing’

Senior Group

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’I Never Thought That You Could Be Left In My Chest’

1st: Empower Dance-’Lying Down’

1st: Studio West Dance Center-’Masters of Deception’

2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Lover Please Stay’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Verona’

3rd: Mpact Dance Project-’Wings in the Grass’

Rookie Line

1st: The Dance Movement-’Might Not Like Me’

Mini Line

1st: Mpact Dance Project-’Hey Pachuco’

2nd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Wind Beneath My Wings’

3rd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Nasty’

Junior Line

1st: Sweatshop-’Comin in Hot’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Back For More’

2nd: Sweatshop-’The Sun Will Rise’

3rd: Sweatshop-’Glory’

3rd: Sweatshop-’Hermetico’

3rd: Sweatshop-’Shelter’

Teen Line

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’The Day It All Crashed’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Change Will Come’

3rd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Take Me Coco’

Senior Line

1st: Sweatshop-’Is That Alright’

2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Nunc Dimittis’

3rd: Mpact Dance Project-’A Town That’s Right For Me’

Mini Extended Line

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Raise Your Voice’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Sleeping Beauty’

Junior Extended Line

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Divas, Queens and Bees’

2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Love’

3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Flood of Everything’

3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Ooh Child’

Teen Extended Line

1st: Studio West Dance Center-’Into The Realm’

1st: Mpact Dance Project-’You Can’t Sit With Us’

2nd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Basshead’

2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Out of Line’

2nd: Studio West Dance Center-’The Swarm’

3rd: Mpact Dance Project-’All Night’

3rd: Mpact Dance Project-’Di Mi Nombre’

3rd: Mpact Dance Project-’La Mordidita’

3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Missy’

Junior Production

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Step in Time’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Let’s Dance’

Teen Production

1st: Mpact Dance Project-’It’s So Overt, It’s Covert’

2nd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Roaring 20s’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Rookie Jazz

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Boogie Shoes’ 2nd: The Dance Movement-’Might Not Like Me’ 3rd: Studio West Dance Center-’Home’

Rookie Tap

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Name Game’

Rookie Contemporary

1st: Studio West Dance Center-’Petite Fleur’

Rookie Lyrical

1st: The Dance Movement-’Imagine’

Mini Jazz

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Nasty’ 2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Forever More’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Self Love’

Mini Ballet

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Sleeping Beauty’

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Keep It Up’ 2nd: Studio West Dance Center-’Wheels On The Bus’

Mini Tap

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’SuperSonic’ 2nd: Studio West Dance Center-’Choo Choo Cha Boogie’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Just Got Paid’

Mini Contemporary

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Celloopa’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Dare’ 3rd: Studio West Dance Center-’September Song’

Mini Lyrical

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Wind Beneath My Wings’ 2nd: A Dance Place-’Firework’ 2nd: A Dance Place-’This Is Me’ 2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’It’s Impossible’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Keep Climbing’

Mini Musical Theatre

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Raise Your Voice’ 2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Hey Pachuco’ 3rd: A Dance Place-’Cover Is Not The Book’

Mini Ballroom

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Conga’

Junior Jazz

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Tambourine’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Let’s Dance’ 2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Love’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’Hermetico’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: Sweatshop-’Comin in Hot’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Divas, Queens and Bees’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Welcome to the Party’

Junior Tap

1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’I Love Your Smile’

Junior Contemporary

1st: Mpact Dance Project-’The Cubs’ 2nd: Sweatshop-’Shelter’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Flood of Everything’

Junior Lyrical

1st: Sweatshop-’The Sun Will Rise’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Give A Little’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Ooh Child’

Junior Musical Theatre

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Step in Time’

Junior Ballroom

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Sweet Like Cola’

Junior Specialty

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Ice Age’ 1st: Sweatshop-’Rock It’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Back For More’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’Glory’

Teen Jazz

1st: Empower Dance-’One Last Time’ 1st: Empower Dance-’The Upside’ 2nd: Studio West Dance Center-’Without You’ 2nd: Sweatshop-’Disco Pop’ 2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’All Night’ 3rd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Anything I Do’

Teen Ballet

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Don Quixote’ 2nd: Studio West Dance Center-’Recomposed’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’Allegro from Paquita’

Teen Hip-Hop

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Missy’ 2nd: Studio Wesr Dance Center-’Just Gang’ 2nd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Jay-Z’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’I Believe’

Teen Tap

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Where Is The Love?’ 2nd: Studio West Dance Center-’Get Down’ 2nd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Back in Black’

Teen Contemporary

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Change Will Come’ 2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Moonlight’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Life Within’ 3rd: Studio West Dance Center-’The Swarm’ 3rd: Studio West Dance Center-’Love More’ 3rd: Mpact Dance Project-’Out of Line’ 3rd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Basshead’ 3rd: Empower Dance-’Finish Line’ 3rd: Empower Dance-’Open Hands’

Teen Lyrical

1st: Studio West Dance Center-’Unknown’ 2nd: Sweatshop-’Ghost in the Wind’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’Feels Like This’

Teen Musical Theatre

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’The Day It All Crashed’ 2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’You Can’t Sit With Us’ 3rd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Cell Block Tango’

Teen Ballroom

1st: Mpact Dance Project-’La Mordidita’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Sax’ 2nd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’When I Grow Up’

Teen Specialty

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Our Love’ 1st: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Take Me Coco’ 2nd: Studio West Dance Center-’Into The Realm’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’Hope There’s Someone’ 3rd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’The Thing’

Senior Jazz

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Tainted Love’ 2nd: DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’My Game’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’Escalate’

Senior Ballet

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’La Bayadere’ 1st: Sweatshop-’Dirt’

Senior Hip-Hop

1st: Sweatshop-’Shoot the Shot’

Senior Contemporary

1st: Studio West Dance Center-’Masters of Deception’ 1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’I Never Thought That You Could Be Left In My Chest’ 1st: Empower Dance-’Lying Down’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Verona’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Dissolving Tension’ 3rd: Mpact Dance Project-’Wings in the Grass’

Senior Lyrical

1st: Sweatshop-’Is That Alright’ 2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Nunc Dimittis’ 3rd: Mpact Dance Project-’Don’t Leave Me’ 3rd: Mpact Dance Project-’Lover Please Stay’

Senior Musical Theatre

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’A Wild, Wild Party’

Senior Ballroom

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Smooth’

Senior Specialty

1st: Mpact Dance Project-’A Town That’s Right For Me’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’All Together Now’ 2nd: Mpact Dance Project-’Side Effects’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’The Enchanting’

Best of Radix:

Rookie

The Dance Movement-’Imagine’

DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Boogie Shoes’

Studio West Dance Center-’Home’

Mini

Studio West Dance Center-’Choo Choo Cha Boogie’

Mpact Dance Project-’Hey Pachuco’

A Dance Place-’Cover Is Not The Book’

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Dare’

DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Celloopa’

Junior

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Step in Time’

Mpact Dance Project-’The Cubs’

Sweatshop-’Comin in Hot’

Teen

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’The Day It All Crashed’

The Dance Movement-’How to Win’

Sweatshop-’Hope There’s Someone’

Empower Dance-’Finish Line’

Mpact Dance Project-’Moonlight’

Studio West Dance Center-’Into The Realm’

DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Take Me Coco’

Senior

DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’I’ve Known Your Heart’

Sweatshop-’Is That Alright’

Empower Dance-’Lying Down’

Mpact Dance Project-’Nunc Dimittis’

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’I Never Thought That You Could Be Left In My Chest’

Studio West Dance Center-’Masters of Deception’

Studio Standout:

Sweatshop-’Is That Alright’

Studio West Dance Center-’Masters of Deception’

Mpact Dance Project-’Nunc Dimittis’

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’The Day It All Crashed’

DanceSpace Performing Arts Academy-’Take Me Coco’

A Dance Place-’Youth’

#2021 #radix #dance #denver #colorado

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ma-pi-ma · 4 years

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La ragione per cui Babbo Natale è così allegro è perché sa dove abitano tutte le "cattive" ragazze.

George Carlin

#george carlin

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Character: Rosavyre “Rosie” d’Ghallanda Words: 1593 tw: mention of death(s)

Rosie carries around a small, sharp hurt inside her. It feels exactly like the packed bag she's buried in the back of her closet: secretive and familiar in a way that she hates. She means every word she said to Carlin and anyone else who asked: she's feeling better. Since Rosie delivered Mollie that letter this morning, her limbs have been prickling with pins and needles, the unpleasant but welcome sensation of her skin coming back to life. With Mollie's blunt apology came a rush of warmth in her chest, half happiness and half surprise. And when the flush faded, she could feel the smooth wood of the bar under her fingertips, the swirl of the grain like a gentle kiss. When Carlin hugged her, she felt it. Things are looking up, after the last few days of terror and misery and anger.

Except this one tiny pain that lingers.

It's a stabbing inside her rib cage as she watches Lacey bicker with the Vale Girls, an ache in her throat as she asks Lacey to wash the breakfast dishes with every ounce of her usual politeness. Rosie's promised herself that Lacey won't spend tonight sleeping over with a friend, or wandering the edge of the woods with a literal axe to grind. She's made a lot of mistakes in the last few days, but snapping at Lacey was unquestionably the worst of them. The first evening Rosie hadn't even meant it to be directed at her, but Lacey heard the anger in her voice and bolted away like a frightened animal. And to vanish from the Smoldering Hearth in that condition, bruised and weaker than Rosie's ever seen her -- when Rosie dragged herself out of her own self-pity, she spent the night choked with worry. Only to mess it all up again, when Lacey came tromping back to confess to nearly writing Alain. Things had started off so promisingly – Rosie was touched that Lacey had been wise enough to reconsider. But after a few minutes, it became clear Lacey still had plenty of stubborn energy left to argue, to tell Rosie she was wrong to try to keep her parents safe. And it had hit a very deeply hidden nerve of Rosie's, and her temper had flared, and then Lacey was gone again.

Now Rosie bustles around the Hearth with solicitous enthusiasm, cooking breakfast for seven hungry elves and more besides, serving Dove her coffee, directing Mace upstairs with an armful of clean linens for all her guests. There's so much for her to do it should be impossible to think of last night, but she hears it in the silences anyway. Her own voice, sounding a thousand miles away, telling Lacey about the deaths in Auchendale. Lacey, practically yelling at her as she insists it wasn't Rosie's fault. In the kitchen, Rosie's stirring slows for a moment as darker memories rise up, the kind she tries to keep back with her endless chores and chatty socializing.

Rosie knows it's her fault because the people of Auchendale thought so too. She remembers the way her anger smoldered like embers after Kat's death, singeing the edges of every conversation with the inn's patrons. How she nursed it, refusing to let it go, hating every smile she gave to the people drinking and laughing at the tables she waited like they hadn't sent Kat to her grave as surely as her illness had. In her bitterness, she'd almost been glad when the bodies first started showing up. A horrible kind of satisfaction, that they'd died as helpless and scared as Kat had been, near the end.

The town had been shaken and confused, humming like a disturbed beehive. The chatter at the inn became subdued, suspicious. Everyone had a theory, but nobody could prove a one of them. For weeks, the only certain connection between the deaths was that they happened overnight, in improbable ways. Khidell, crumpled like he'd fallen two hundred feet, but his sheets still tucked up to his chin. Railin, frozen blue and black, eyes staring out from the ice that encased her while the heat of the summer still lay heavy over the bedroom. Jordan, old scars from hunts past split apart by new, bloody wounds that gaped like mouths from their dark skin.

Rosie put the pieces together only a few days before the sheriff did. She'd wondered why every death, so different in cause, had always struck her to the core. Always someone she knew, had talked to a few times -- not necessarily liked, but she was too much of a professional to let that mar her conversations with them. She'd wondered, too, why her dragonmark was flickering and flaring up like a beacon. Bright flashes in the morning, as she laced up her corset and walked to work. Always to be met by grief-darkened eyes and another name on the lips of the patrons. All those coincidences, all the feelings storming inside her. Late one night, scrubbing dishes in the sink, she'd realized. Denial first, then blind panic. Then fear, filling her lungs with ice water.

Rosie had taken a week off from her job, to huddle in her house in terrified misery. Her first instinct was to turn herself in, confess to the crimes she hadn't even known she was committing. Her second was to lie, to use every dragonmark-granted skill at her disposal to conceal the truth as long as possible and try to convince herself the victims deserved it -- for Kat, she told herself, hating that she was even considering it. Her third was to start packing.

When the noose started tightening, Rosie never stuck around long enough to find out if it was the sheriff or the townspeople that came for her. Sheriff Dane had been loud about closing in on a suspect, drinking heavily each night at the inn and ranting to a crowd of restless onlookers about mages and cowardice. There were threats made by hard-eyed ex-soldiers and blustering, resentful farmers. Twice they'd had to close early because complaining had run over into brawling that was well on its way toward rioting. Self-appointed private detectives roamed the streets, and tight clusters of young people with makeshift weapons and more fear and anger than sense. The night somebody knifed Charyn for starting a fire with the Firebolt spell was the night Rosie left town.

In the kitchen of the Smoldering Hearth, Rosie is forced to scramble suddenly at her stove as the oatmeal threatens to bubble over. The warm steam caresses her face as it rises, and she tries to focus on breathing in the comforting scent, appreciating the heat she can finally feel again. Auchendale was the last time Rosie ever let herself get that angry. Her first thought when she figured out this Wild Magic surge? Relief that it wasn’t worse. That Mollie wasn’t going to be set on fire, or poisoned, or stabbed by invisible knives. If Rosie could be sure her surges would only damage herself, she'd be a lot more likely to express her hurt feelings. She told Lacey as much, last night.

Rosie sets down the spoon with a loud clack, more force behind the gesture than she intended. She knows Lacey is only a kid, but how can someone so smart not see the insidious way her magic feeds on her emotions like kindling to a fire? And even if Lacey can't see, have months of living together not given any weight to Rosie's wishes? Rosie doesn't mind a bit of back-and-forth about chores, or even Lacey's general pattern of destruction, but to hurtle straight from an argument about writing Rosie's parents into Lacey insisting Rosie's wrong about her magic... it stings. Rosie wouldn't be surprised if Lacey is even now pursuing some scheme to "fix" some of Rosie's problems, and again she flushes with regret. Foolish of her to hope someone so stubborn wouldn't trample Rosie's fragile secrets. Foolish of her to believe Lacey's affection for her would trump her poor judgment. Foolish of her to trust in a fifty-three-year-old elf's discretion.

So Rosie spends the morning throwing herself into the chores she was delaying when she couldn't feel her fingers, like stitching ripped sheets. She appreciates her returned sensation, and tries to remember the relief she felt when Mollie talked to her at the bar today. The comfort of hugging Carlin, of finally seeing eye to eye with a friend, both literally and figuratively. But her small, sharp hurt is still there, lodged somewhere in her chest. Rosie knows that she'll be able to smile at Lacey and direct her around the Hearth and even go adventuring with her, but she also knows she won't rush to tell her employee any more secrets from her past. She'd thought that maybe after a year living together.... well, she'd thought wrong. And Rosie knows too that it won't be hard to rebuild that wall, that any time Lacey asks anything too personal Rosie can deflect and obscure and Lacey will never be the wiser. It almost makes her sad, how easy it is. But if the past few days have taught Rosie anything, it's that this is probably for the best.

Rosie heads into the taproom to serve the Vale Girls more cookies. She slips Mardove an extra one while Lacey argues with Rolen and Elgeon. And if she can't quite look at Lacey, can't quite keep the smile on her face when she speaks to her, it's okay. Lacey doesn’t notice a thing.

#welcome to Rosie Angst Land #population: most of the stories I write #Rosie #Phantom Gulch campaign #if you're curious #this is Rosie's worst secret #q

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