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[early november - some posts, some writing + lando's bday]

"Are you going to tell Arthur?" Charles speaks softly, leaning his head towards his brother who was only a few feet away. Addi didn't say much to him, just for him to stay put before dragging his older brother away.

"No, I have no reason to. plus, I don't know what Pierre is gonna say. I don't want anyone to get the wrong-" She was cut off by a gentleman coming up to them, asking for a picture for his daughter.

"Excuse me, my daughter is a big fan, could she get pictures with you guys?" The youngest driver put on a smile, trying to comfort the daughter to relax. she understands that meeting someone you look up to could be intimidating. Hell, she races against Sebastian Vettel and Lewis Hamilton, two of her idols. The pair says yes, motioning the shy girl to walk over. She takes individual pictures with them each, just simple selfies before Arthur makes his way over.

She gets pictures with everyone before thanking them and leaving again. "So, what are you two talking about?"

Charles looks over down at the girl, waiting for her to respond. "I need dropped off at the hotel."

"Why? Is everything okay?" Arthur asks worried, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion.

"Yeah, I just..." She looks up at Charles, hoping he would help her out, but he looked back at her with raised eyebrows. "Pierre and I need to talk about something." The younger brother only looks more confused, not understand why the frenchman was suddenly being brought up. She could practically read his thoughts, "I'll explain later, Artie"

Charles drives them all back to the hotel, waving at anyone that notices them. She felt a sense of nervousness settle in once they reach the lobby of the hotel, the two brothers were going to go up to their suites, keeping hold of the girls bags while she was busy, but that meant they had to practically drop her off at Pierre's door.

"Okay," She sighed to herself, "Thanks for the shopping trip!" She tried smiling cheerfully, earning smiles back before Charles gives her an air kiss on either side of her face. "Let me know how it goes," he pats her head before leaving to his suite.

"Are you going to let me know how it goes?" Arthur asked. Addi could hear shuffling on the other side of the door. She reached up and giving him the same french style kisses on his cheeks, "We will see how it goes." She smiled at him as the door opened and revealed Pierre.

Arthur nodded before greeting Pierre and leaving. She turned to face the man at the door, looking at him before being gestured in. They greet each other before sitting on the couch in the suite. "So?" She asked, not in the mood for awkward small talk when they've been doing fine all season long together.

"I didn't know you felt that way for me back then." He jumped in head first, looking straight into her eyes, "I wouldn't have done that if I knew." She's almost at disbelief of words.

"You kissed me, flirted with me for week, and you had no clue I had any feelings?"

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal, you told me you had kissed before and we were drinking." Pierre defended himself quickly, but realizing what she had meant as soon as that statement left his mouth. "You meant Charles..."

"Yeah, my first kiss with Charles when I was 4."

"That doesn't change the fact that I didn't know."

[2019 - celebration party for addi]

Addi had just signed with Red Bull for the next season of Formula 1, this was huge. Everyone had planned a big surprise party for her to celebrate her big news. People she hadn't seen in a few years were there, including Pierre.

Her relationship with Pierre was nothing special, she had her crush on him when they were younger, but at that point Pierre could barely remember her name. She just saw him racing with Charles and her own brothers back then and thought he was cute. It wasn't until she was around 17 when her name started making waves in the motorsport world again, which is how she got to sign with Red Bull to begin with. Now she's about to be 19 years old, and already signed with one of the biggest Formula 1 teams.

"Pierre is here," Claire wiggled her eyebrows teasingly at her boyfriends little sister. "Really? I haven't seen him in ages, can't believe he could come and Arthur couldn't." She commented and snuck a swig of alcohol from the older, oh how she wished this party was being thrown in europe.

"I guess he had some time during the break so Charles invited him." Claire searched for the 'frenchie', she assumed it would be easy given his height compared to Addi's family and friends, but he must be sitting. "Wait... aren't you taking his seat?"

The younger gasped at the realization, Pierre had just ended his contract with Red Bull before she signed with them, but she must have been too excited to remember. "Fuck, you're right." She giggled out of shock and partial embarrassment, Claire laughing with her just before Charles comes over.

"You invited Pierre here? To a party celebrating the girl who's taking his seat?" The youngest girl slapped her friend shoulder. The Ferrari driver only laughed, "He left, they didn't boot him."

"Why'd you invite him exactly? They haven't spoken to each other... ever..."

"They have, Pierre just sucked at remembering names back then," Charles joked before looking down at Addi again, "I thought it'd be nice to invite someone else that you know on the grid, that way you have people to talk to."

Addi was never a social butterfly per sé, so he was genuinely trying to do her a favor. She appreciated it, but having the fact that she was already an anxious mess around so many people, she wasn't exactly sure it was a good idea. But it's not like she had a say in it now, especially with him walking over.

"Hey, Addilyn, I hope you remember me," He chuckled and shook her hand. "I'm Pierre."

From then on the two of them were stuck at the hip for the rest of the night. From Pierre sneaking her drinks behind her parents back, to having to sneak her away to the bathroom so she can throw up in the toilet. "Yeah, I should've told Claire not to give you anymore." He chuckled, holding her hair back as she blew chunks into the toilet bowl.

Claire and Charles rushed in holding towels, her toothbrush from her own bathroom, and some water and food. "I thought you said she's had alcohol before." Pierre glared at his best friend who shrugged and watched as Addi sat straight up against the bathtub again.

"She has, but really only a couple mimosas and margaritas." Claire intervened and handed the young girl a towel and water. She took the glass of water, swishing and gurgling it around before spitting it back in the toilet and wiping her mouth off. "Go back out, my moms gonna be looking for us." She stated trying to push the three of them out.

"I don't think you should get up." Pierre chuckled but Addi never listens, she tried lifting herself up, using him to help balance her, but she only fell back down again, luckily he stopped her from getting hurt.

It's a fun story to tell, or at least it was. From that point on, Pierre and Addi met up with each other whenever they could, they called and texted all the time, She even went out to France during a long break to visit him.

That night when she snuck out of her hotel room just to meet up with them was when it happened. They had been lounging around, drinking lightly, enough to where they couldn't drive, but not enough for them to be going crazy. A good bit of tipsy. Somehow, the conversations flowed from hobbies to relationships.

"You've never been in a relationship?" He would've guessed differently from the way she spoke about relationships and romance, maybe she was just a hopeless romantic.

"Nope," She shook her head and took a drink from her wine glass. She was smirking at him, his hand on her knee as they sat across from each other on his expensive couch.

"I find that hard to believe." He stated

"Calling me a whore, Gasly?" She teased, laughing when she saw the horror on his face. "Never. I would never." He declared immediately, she knew that already though.

"I'm just saying, I think you're too good of a person to be single for this long."

"Yeah, well surprisingly, a girl in motorsports seems to be a turn off for most men." She raised her eyebrows and sighed. She felt his thumb make small rubbing motions on her knee, comforting her. "What pussies." He stated in english, his accent makes her laugh out, making him smile.

"I think women in motorsports is amazing, we need more of that." He stated, "You're very talented at what you do."

His voice was suddenly soft, he was looking into her eyes and his fingers were tapping and rubbing gently on her lower thigh. She could feel her heart beating. "It's funny, I swore you hated me when we were younger." She laughed, her voice just above a whisper.

"No, I honestly just didn't care to know anyone who wasn't my competition back then. I was a selfish kid." He shrugged, smiling at her.

Then there's just silence. It's not heavy or awkward, it's peaceful actually. Just their breathing and the sound of whatever music had been playing when she arrived. She wasn't really sure when it started, but she noticed him inching closer and closer. His hand moving slowly up her thigh, waiting for further permission. Then he kissed her.

[2020 - back to present]

"The kiss wasn't a mistake." He confirmed, but it made her wonder, "Our kiss? Or are you referring to the other girl?"

He was frustrated, he tried not to show it, but he was. She wasn't sure if it was towards himself or her though, which opened another curiosity drawer in her brain. "Our kiss, it wasn't a mistake."

"And your kiss with Bella?"

"... That wasn't a mistake either."

She scoffed, "Unbelievable." She lifted her elbow up on the arm of the couch, looking in the opposite direction of him.

"Addilyn." He spoke, "I was trying not to like you."

She let out a pathetic laugh before meeting his eyes again, "Why not? Am I not enough for you or something?" He shook his head quickly, denying her claim.

"That's not it!" He sighed and looked in her eyes again, setting off a deja vu affect in her consciousness. "I knew Arthur liked you, and I didn't want to get in the way of that."

"What..."

She left Pierre's hotel suite about half an hour later, she forgave him for everything. Maybe she shouldn't have but whatever feelings she held for him a year ago were now long gone. And she couldn't really blame Gasly for stepping off when his friend showed interest, she would do the same thing. Does she believe him when he says he didn't know she had feelings? not really. But it didn't matter.

It's easy to see that the two of them were fine being just friends, though it made him wonder, "How come you acted fine at the beginning of the season?" He asked as he walked her out.

"Because I didn't want any tension between us. You and Charles are close, and my teammate used to be yours. I figured if I was going to be around you I might as well get along with you. Not to mention, Charlie kinda told me you were completely clueless as to why I stopped talking to you in the first place."

"if there's still something there later on or something bothering us, we tell each other?" They both agree on this. Right now the past is the past. But sometimes the past comes and bites you right back again, and that's a fear of her's.

The two of them hugged, wishing each other the best before they continued their friendship. No feelings were there, and Pierre is a great guy. Her crush on him last year was just that, a crush. However, now she has another bush to burn, Arthur.

[november 13 - lando's birthday]

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landonorris Where did you get the second pic??!?!? -> addilynleblanc your mom texted it to me🥰🥰 you were such a cute kid lan -> landonorris YOU HAVE MY MUMS NUMBER??? -> user1 addilyn: ms. steal your mom -> liked by addilynleblanc

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Rabbid Lore Headcanon: Hopefully Close As Possible To Canon With Some Insane Reaches

Rabbids are an enigma, a majority of their lore being unclear or completely insane, very fitting with the lore of their home planet (Glade of Dreams) which is just as difficult to make sense of, their oddities being especially prominent in the environment their franchise has settled into (Earth). As completely random and inconsistent as the lore appears to be, I do think there's a good amount of consistency that can paint a decent picture of what is there to know about rabbids, their history, biology, psychology, sociology, so on and so forth. But that picture varies from person to person, so I'll just be sharing my picture based on what I've seen across all of rabbid media (adverts, games, cartoons, books, and merchandise). A lot of it is going to be speculation since despite all there is to work with, almost none is outright explained or clarified, and I doubt it ever will be. But despite that, I hope to make my headcanon as close to canon as possible, even if some assumptions of rabbid lore were plucked out of thin air. Each topic will be linked to separate posts, this post acting as an introduction and table of contents. As a heads up, this blog will be updated regularly and I may get explicit with descriptions, mind my shaky grammar my 3 rotted braincells are trying their best.

What Are Rabbids?

Rabbids are an advanced race of anthropomorphic rabbit-like creatures with an intense temperament, their screaming, violence, and red eyes being the traits they're especially known for. Their antagonistic schemes on the Glade and Earth are played out as an alien invasion on par with Mars Attacks and Killer Klowns of Outer Space (without the gore that is, the focus most of all being very crude humor and chaos. Though Ubisoft was once close to releasing a mature rabbids game with slasher elements, unfortunately it had been scrapped so there will no longer be Killer Rabbids From Outer Space. Even so, the concept art and teasers published are still spectacular). On the Glade, they were deformed critters who emerged from the earth with no warning, bearing alien-like weaponry intent on taking over the planet. On Earth, they've come from outer space, using similar methods with a very similar goal.

Why Are Rabbids On Earth?

While including Earth seems like a strange move, the Rayman franchise had already established not only the existence of Earth but the fact that Rayman seems to have some ties there as well. How? That's a whole different topic to dig through, but overall, rabbids targeting Earth is not too far-fetched, especially Rayman's involvement in trying to thwart their plots again after having stopped them from taking over the Glade (based on the events of Rayman Raving Rabbids on the Gameboy Advanced). This time, however, Rayman's efforts would be in vain, the rabbids successfully conquering the planet and making it their home. Surprisingly they wouldn't change a thing about the planet, having found the cultures so fascinating that they completely assimilated into them, their culture becoming that of human culture. Instead of taking humanity's place as dominant mammal, they've decided to coexist with them to humanity's dismay. While the human race as a whole was panicked at first by the sudden and violent takeover, they would be just as quick to adjust and eventually perceive rabbids as nothing more than a nuisance, just enough to create a whole new workforce, Rabbid Verminators, introduced in Rabbids Go Home, and the SGAII-RD (the Secret Government Agency for the Investigation of Intruders - Rabbid Division), introduced in the Rabbids Invasion Case Files books. Whether this startlingly quick shift is a result of human nature (getting bored with major events after enough time has passed), human governments being extremely efficient in convincing citizens that they're mere pests that are to be ignored (either from the purposeful spread of propaganda or because their incompetence in handling the invasion was in full display), Rayman having informed said governments how to stop the rabbid's attempt at further domination (based on the ending of Rayman Raving Rabbids 2 on the 3Ds), or all three is up to debate.

What Are The Rabbid's Origins?

Despite always being depicted as technologically advanced pests of rage and chaos, they weren't always that way, the earliest descriptions of their origins paint them as the exact opposite of what rabbids are now commonly known for. They used to be the most peaceful creatures of the glade, said to be so kind that other creatures of the Glade would take advantage of that, ridiculing them, bullying them, and borderline torturing them until they were driven insane (based on dialogue from Rayman Raving Rabbids on the Gameboy Advanced). It is believed that they all retreated underground, hiding and plotting throughout the events of Rayman 1 to 3. Only after they would ascend without warning, the Glade feeling the wrath of the rage that had skyrocketed their evolution from simple friendly rabbids, to erratic mutants of war, taking pleasure in the pain and violence that drove them mad to begin with. Beyond this dialogue, there aren't any more details given in regards to what role rabbids played before they snapped, it can be inferred that they were like the dodo birds of the Glade of Dreams, except instead of being driven to extinction from their complete lack of survival instincts and supposedly being quite delicious (the dodos that is), they were driven to complete and utter insanity for the fun of it, one can assume that it was extremely difficult to make a meal out of a rabbid, let alone killing them, that rediculous durability likely playing a part in their docile behavior, what is the use of survival instincts when almost nothing threaten your survuval? Due to their lack of defenses before their inevitable meltdown, their technology was likely not as developed compared to what modern rabbids have at their disposal, perhaps they barely had any tech at all, living as simple wild folk whose daily agendas consisted of sleeping, eating, playing games, dancing, breeding, and repeating to overpopulate regions and solidify their existences as pests.

Rabbid Biology?

Rabbid Psychology?

Rabbid Sociology?

Rabbid + Human Affairs?

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The Official lazarushound Dean Winchester Playlist

Okay so this playlist is a big deal to literally no one except me but I spent like two hours explaining every single song on my dean playlist and I'll be damned if I don't share it with SOMEONE.

The playlist in question, which I update and add songs too fairly often(ish). It's roughly arranged in order of Dean's story, from pre-canon to the finale. A fair few of the songs are courtesy of catgirlhannibal, whom I adore.

Warning that is is a VERY LONG READ and almost definitely is plagued with typos. Without further ado, here is the 9.5k word explanation of every single song (at time of posting) on the playlist. Call that shit explicable Dean Winchester vibes, complete with my favourite lyrics from each song.

• Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

Dean's favourite song! The whole song is basically about having no choice but to keep going, even when things are tough. It's also actually about LOTR which is funny cause Dean's secretly a nerd lol. But yeah, it reflects a lot on Dean's nature as a traveller and someone who never settles in one place for long. Sometimes I grow so tired but I know I've got one thing I've got to do - I ramble on.

• Travelling Riverside Blues - Led Zeppelin

Dean's other favourite song! Probably not a popular reading of this song but for me, it definitely has a level of queer coding. Asked sweet mama, let me be your kid, she said "you might get hurt if you don't keep it hid" is the most obvious example of it.

• Psalms 40:2 - The Mountain Goats

Very biblical song lol. It's a lot about small town America (as many TMG songs are) and shitty motels which resonates with Dean pretty heavily. Not to mention: He has raised me from the pit and set me high.

• Night Moves - Bob Segar

This one is literally in the show so naturally reminds me of him. But it's about a teenage romance which definitely makes me think of young Dean. I mean, come on: out in the backseat of my '60 Chevy when the man drives a '67 Chevy??

• Father - The Front Bottoms

A few songs on this playlist are pretty much only there for one or two lines. This is not one of them. I could write another essay about this song and how it relates to Dean, every fucking line. You were high school, and I was just more like real life, and you were okay as a girlfriend, but I was just more like his wife 😮‍💨

• Old Number Seven - The Devil Makes Three

This is another song I'm pretty convinced was written about Dean. Once played it on guitar and my dad asked if it was about him so that's all the validation I needed. Angels start to look good to me, they're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep.

• Mission - Alex G

This song to me is very much pre canon/season one Dean. It's all about following orders and being a good soldier, much like Dean's devotion to his father. I was trained to stick to the mission, I was trained, I kept it on track. To me, Mission has a slightly bitter tone, as though the narrator is resentful that they've followed orders so obediently and only suffered as a result.

• Adam Raised a Cain - Bruce Springsteen

Courtesy of catgirlhannibal. What a surprise, another biblical song. Dean sees himself as nothing more than a soldier, violent and aggressive. He sees his father as a hero, despite the fact that he's an abusive bastard. Well, daddy worked his whole life for nothing but pain, now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame.

• Shoulders - Big Thief

Okay, I'd argue this song is more akin to Sam than Dean but fuck you, this is my playlist and I choose the music. And the blood of the man who killed my mother with his hands, it's in me, it's in me, in my veins is obviously related to Sam and Azazel but also to Dean and John, as though Dean comes to realise that he's just like his father.

• Celene - Gigi Perez

End of season two! This song is about losing a sibling and is very much the mindset I pictured Dean to be in after losing Sam for the first time. I'd also argue it's how Dean felt when Sam was at Stanford. The other day I thought of something funny, but no one would have laughed but you.

• Like Real People Do - Hozier

Why were you digging? What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth? HELLOOO CASTIEL! Very season four Destiel, those boys will NOT kiss like real people do.

• It's Only Sex - Car Seat Headrest

Okay so post-resurrection Dean is VERRRRRY traumatised which makes it difficult for him to enjoy the things he used to love, including sex. This song is also about his struggle over his feelings for Cas: what happens if I don't like it? I like you.

• Not Allowed - TV Girl

Well, you may not like it but you better learn how cause it's your turn now! Very much following on from It's Only Sex, similar themes in this song but more relating to Dean's insistence on keeping up The Act and pretending he's the same man he was before Hell.

• Presumably Dead Arm - Sidney Gish

Second catgirlhannibal song to make the list. Just to start this off, this isn't the start of anything. To me, this whole song is Dean skirting around his feelings for Cas and trying to pretend they don't exist in hopes they go away eventually. They don't. Honey, you are nothing to me, (but alcohol and dopamine)/(I don't call people anything thought to be so sweet).

• Tangled in Ropes - Holy Locust

I literally wrote a whole essay about this one so I'll keep it short with just the best lyric. Had a laugh made of wax, house made of butter, how they melted that summer.

• Hate Yourself - TV Girl

If there's one thing we've learned about Dean Winchester, it's that the man loves to use sex as a means to avoid his problems. How long will it take? Before you start to hate yourself and go straight into the arms of someone else is just straight up Dean struggling to give himself time to grieve and overcome his trauma. He'd rather just hookup with someone else and pretend it doesn't make him hate himself more and more every time.

• Cherry Wine - Hozier

See: my whole essay about this song and Destiel. And it's worth it, it's divine, I have this some of the time.

• Body to Flame - Lucy Dacus

Another catgirlhannibal song! I see you holding your breath with your arms outstretched, waiting for someone to come rip open your chest. This song to me feels like Dean kicking himself for every trusting Cas, after Cas betrays him for the first time. To accept Cas as his family was going against his every instinct to close himself off from outsiders, and Cas just proved him right by betraying him.

• Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridges

Okay this one is basically just for I hate you for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid lol. It just perfectly encapsulates Dean, bitter and resentful towards Cas whilst simultaneously missing him so much his heart aches.

• I'm Your Man - Mitski

Oh, woof. Continuing the betrayal arc, this song is all about Dean's guilt. It's his fault Cas fell from Heaven, his fault this angel isn't holy anymore. I'm sorry I'm the one you love, no one will ever love me like you again.

• Not Strong Enough - Boygenius

Where do I start? Always an angel, never a god 😮‍💨 I think if you played this song to Dean it would break him a little bit. I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM THE WAY I AM!!!

• Legit Tattoo Gun - The Front Bottoms

I was aware of this song but catgirlhannibal brought to my attention that it's Destiel coded 🧐 Who did I think I was? Who did I think that I could be? Oh, how dare me. Dean just kicking himself for ever thinking he could allow himself to have something with Cas.

• SHALLOW (PPL SWIM IN SHALLOW WATER) - Saya Gray

Okay, this one is a bit of a "hear me out." I'm seeing Mother Mary, she says I'm closer to Hell than the clouds are to Heaven. Dean's mother is called Mary so she's LITERALLY Mother Mary which scratches my brain very nicely. Obviously Dean sees himself as a sinner and doomed for Hell, despite the fact that he's a hero. And I left my enemies, cause nobody hates myself more than me, GOOD LORD DOES THAT MAN LOVE SOME SELF LOATHING. My mother's evil and the angels too is soooooo self explanatory. Dean has an idealistic version of Mary in his head which is challenged when she comes back to life and he interacts with her as an adult. There's also the fact that real angels aren't as "good" as you'd think. Sometimes I don't think I'm cherished enough.

• John Wayne Gacy, Jr. - Sufjan Stevens

This song is an allegory for being gay. The narrator sees himself as evil, just as bad as the serial killer for which the song is named, just because he's gay. And in my best behaviour, I am really just like him, look beneath the floorboards for the secrets I have hid.

• Always - Panic! At the Disco

Another one that is less obvious without me explaining it lol. The light in this song is a reference to the Great Gatsby which is a whole other queer coded story in its own right. But I always (hehe) picture this song as Dean struggling with Cas' feelings for him which are becoming more and more evident. It was always you falling for me particularly stands out to me, along with you are taking me apart like bad glue on a get well card.

• Star Tripping - Kevin Atwater

Okay I looooooove love this song. But it's another song which relates to God and being queer. It's about a very toxic relationship, in which one person is relatively okay with their sexuality and the other is incredibly repressed (seem familiar?). I could use any lyric from this song but I'll go with: you think He made you wrong, I think you're giving Him way too much credit, crying at the party, know it only bothers you if you let it, later you can kiss me, blame it on the stuff you took to forget it.

• The Calendar - Panic! At The Disco

Another Panic! song 💀 also from vices and virtues. Another "hear me out." There's the more obvious I will come back to life but only for you but I also think the rest of the song relates pretty strongly to Destiel. You said if you don't let it out, you're gonna let it eat you away, I'd rather be a cannibal baby, animals like me don't talk anyway. For me, it strongly resembles Dean's view of himself, an attack dog. Cannibalism as a metaphor for love. And obviously that man loves to repress stuff and let it eat him away, so to speak.

• Lacy - Olivia Rodrigo

Lawd. This song has a lot of queer subtext in and of itself. It's all about adoring someone to the point where you become insecure because you know you'll never be as good as them. The song is bitter and resentful whilst simultaneously loving and adoring. I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you, yeah I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you. He hates himself because he loves Cas. HE HATES HIMSELF BECAUSE HE LOVES CAS.

• Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths

Dean does not let himself have nice things. Lord knows, it would be the first time. This song feels pretty self explanatory to me lol.

• Feeling Oblivion - Turin Brakes

Okay this is my favourite song of all time so I'm slightly biased for including it HOWEVER. I feel it also applies to Dean pretty well. We're now at the point in the story where Dean is about to/has already lost Cas. This song invokes an incredibly deep feeling of nostalgia for me, like looking back on when things were better. Now it is night time, maybe we're cruising avoiding the anti-cruise, like tell me this isn't Dean and Cas just driving around Kansas cause Dean can't sleep 😭 and don't even get me fucking started on so don't leave me here on my own, by the time fear takes me over, will we still be rolling? Feeling oblivion cause this song makes me cry every time I hear it I stg.

• Who We Are - Hozier

Poor Dean :( bro has just lost his best friend, and is now realising that he'll never be able to tell him how he felt. It's like he's seeing things plainly for the first time, realising what he's been missing. He never had Cas because they spent so long avoiding their relationship, and now it's too late. You only feel it when it's lost, getting through still has its cost, quietly, it slips through your fingers, love, falling from you drop by drop.

• Crack Baby - Mitski

I don't know if I really need to say more than: crack baby, you don't know what you want, but you know that you had it once, and you know that you want it back.

• Knockin' on Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan

This is another song that's in the show (dark side of the moon, I love you) so naturally reminds me of Dean. It might be a bit on the nose putting it right at the end but it just feels like Dean finally letting himself rest (die of tetanus). Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore.

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journallingftmsurgery · 7 months

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1 Week Post-op

I forgot to ask the nurse to take a photo while the tape was off, but here I am with fresh tape on:

The wound on my right side (left in the photo, although you can't see it, it's under the tape) hasn't fully closed yet, so I still can't shower for risk of infection.

As I looked down, I couldn't see the wound because of the angle (really wish I'd asked for that photo), but there was no redness or blood or anything.

Everything looks VERY lumpy and bumpy at this stage, but I'm optimistic that it will settle down.

Apparently the blister where the diathermy burnt me is healing nicely, although to me that one does look like an open hole (top left in the picture).

Taking the tape off was painless, but felt unpleasant because of the numbness. The two nurses quickly cleaned the wounds with sterile water, then applied fresh tape.

Because one of the wounds hasn't fully healed, they've booked me in for another redressing next week - I should be able to drive by then, but they also said I was welcome to change the dressing myself, at home, if I felt up to it. They gave me a roll of micropore tape and some sterile scissors to take home.

The instructions are to continue taping until my follow up with Mr Sterne (7 weeks from now), although the paperwork says "micropore or silicon tape", so once the wounds are definitely healed, I can move straight on to scar care.

In case anyone is interested, here are the instructions that the nurses and I were given:

Pain-wise, I took paracetamol this morning out of habit, but I don't think I need it. There is still that "cold burn prickling" sensation, but the paracetamol didn't really do anything about that, anyway.

I'll just briefly mention the car journey: it was an hour each way, and quite tiring. I had a mastectomy cushion that straps to the seatbelt, but the feeling of it pressed against my chest was still rather unpleasant, so I spent most of the journey holding the belt away from me.

This may affect when I am actually able to drive...

#top surgery #top surgery uk #ftm top surgery #ftm top surgery uk #ftm #top surgery recovery

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robyn-goodfellowe · 1 year

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For character questions! 3, 7, 9, 21, 38, B, H; for whichever character you’d like!

you know what this is a perfect amount of questions so i'll do one for each :)

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

cricket's usually spending her days doing fuckall in the woods or studying to get her mortician's certification so she's normally pretty tired by the end of the day. she'll settle down with her favorite entomology book most often. once hilde's been in the picture for a while (i'm talking post-hillside) then i'm sure there's a good chunk of times she falls asleep on the phone with her... if she doesn't end up impulsively making the trek to spend the night at her house that is

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

there's a lot but the most common for hilde is definitely sleepovers with her cousin jay. when they were little kids his mom wasn't able to fit up, so hilde's mom ended up stepping in and raising her alongside hilde. this kept going up until jay was almost eight and his mom got her shit together. although their parents aren't close for a plethora of reasons, they dont want jay and hilde's relationship to be strained the way theirs is, so they've always tried to have bimonthly sleepovers for the kids while they were growing up. this continued up until hilde ended up getting sent to blossom hills, but i like to think jay would visit a few times of year once they're adults.

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

loanshark actually doesn't swear as often, which comes as a surprise for most people. usually something slips out when he stubs his toe or something but it's not super often. not for any particular reason, he's just quiet and standoffish lol

Why do they get up in the morning?

synthia's got a world to conquer and an audience to wow!

What memory do they revisit the most often?

zahra revisits a lot of memories of their time in music school tbh. they're a massive hater and spite fuels them. it's gotten them far

What inspired you to create them?

hilde and cricket are so old that i literally don't remember. i know i wanted opposite gfs where one was a city girl and one was a country girl and it just kind of developed from there. i know cricket's color scheme (washed out white girl with dark hair and big blue eyes that she maintains way too much eye contact with) was inspired by how i initially imagined tain from the good daughter to look like, and taïga from the grey witches as a child. not too sure about hilde anymore

synthia and zahra were both fnf ocs. i wanted to see an 80s oc and a classical music oc so there they were. loanshark was originally an ahit nyakuza cat but i've been pretty attached to his gijinka as of late so i've just been focusing on that story, which is totally unrelated to his hatty time self (although the vibes are the same)

What trait do you admire most?

i love cricket's chill vibes and earnest whimsy. i like to think i am also chill and whimsical but she just has a way of embracing stuff and going with things in a way i could never imagine. i also really enjoy hilde's blunt honesty and ability to just shut people down and be like, a dick when being a dick is needed, because i always struggle with boundaries. channeling my inner cunt with her tbh.

i like synthia's stage presence and bubbliness a lot. i like loanshark's loyalty. and i really like how when zahra puts their mind to something they get it. they're very disciplined in a way i am only just now learning to be

thankyou for asking annika ily ^_^

#answered #ocs

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two faves and a newbie: darius, raine and kris :0?

Darius

Sexuality Headcanon: ace

Gender Headcanon: demiguy

A ship I have with said character: None

A BROTP I have with said character: I want to say Eberwolf because that's his canon bestie but I'm almost more invested in the potential between him and Raine that sadly gets pretty much no exploration, and there's already so little with Eber too. But as it stands, I'll just say Eberwolf because we did get a scene in King's Tide that shows a deeper part of their relationship than the surface-level teasing that's usually shown and they have some good potential too.

A NOTP I have with said character: with Alador or Adrian, tho I'd say the ship with Adrian is worse but I dislike both of them and the one with Alador is the most popular Darius ship so it gets a dishonorable mention here

A random headcanon: His VA recently said that Darius would have a hawk Palisman and I've been obsessed with that since so I like to think he adopts a hawk Palisman from Bat Queen once things have settled down. Said hawk Palisman's previous witch died in an incident and since then they've had the ambition to protect people. Darius' own desire to do what's best for others causes the two of them to bond.

General Opinion over said character: The Owl House would be a better show if we got a whole episode dedicated to him, and between him, Raine, and Hunter he's the one character out of my current top favourites who I am fully confident will have his story end in a satisfying way and I think that about sums it up.

Additional thing that I don't know where else to put but want to bring up: I'd honestly rather have him end up as Hunter's mentor rather than his parental figure both beause I love the idea of the dynamic between Darius and the previous Golden Guard, and Hunter and Darius paralelling like that but also because I don't see Dadrius realistically happen even if it's a nice concept. Additionally, I'm just tired of so much Darius-related fan content revolving around Hunter but that just adds to it.

Raine

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian

Gender Headcanon: they're canonically nonbinary and I don't have any specific hc on that

A ship I have with said character: Eeerugh none really. I mean there's Raeda but that's just mostly on the basis on it already being canon and I wrote this whole post about why I think Raine's story revolves a bit too much mostly around their dynamic with Eda but anyway,

A BROTP I have with said character: I believe in Raine and Darius highschool besties to enemies to maybe friends again but not really due to unfortunate circumstances

A NOTP I have with said character: I haven't seen any bad ships with them

A random headcanon: They're prone to overworking themselves and the BATs have to remind them to take care of themself and keep an eye on the time. Their sleep schedule is a mess.

General Opinion over said character: I love their personality, the fact that they use music-magic immediately put my attention towards them, overall very cool character but I just really wish their untouched potential wasn't untouched. Season three show me the BATs dynamic and how working towards overthrowing an emperor for most of their life has messed Raine up. They were willing to sacrifice their life, you cannot tell me they were healthy to themselves.

Kris

Sexuality Headcanon: aroace or bi

Gender Headcanon: canon nonbinary, specifically headcanon them as bigender

A ship I have with said character: none

A BROTP I have with said character: Their friendship with Susie is so good, I think about that scene where she and Ralsei try to comfort Kris after fighting Spamton everyday.

A NOTP I have with said character: with Ralsei

A random headcanon: I think Kris feels like an outsider not just as the only human in their hometown, but even among other humans. The bit where they see a picture of humans in a book and react by quickly closing it reads to me as discomfort and considering the only other two human characters in utdr ended up being adopted by Toriel and have an implied history of abuse, I think it's the same case with Kris. Anyway, they finally found a sense of belonging outside their family since the events of the game.

General Opinion over said character: Really enjoy how we always keep getting bits of Kris' personality and feelings even as the player has literal control over them, far more than we've seen of Frisk, and I'm looking forward to how that'll play out.

#owl house #dr #darius tag #raine tag

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So, I played the high school pack all day yesterday (and we'll into the evening. It's a lot of fun, but I built a high school before I even played because every sim youtuber said the same thing about the size of the school. And while my school is bigger, the necessary stuff is kept to 1/3 of the lot. So, I haven't had any issues of my Sims taking too long to get places.

I'll post pictures, because I was using this to start a basic legacy. But this post is mostly for a few bugs I came across. I'm playing on Normal lifespan, because I know of the autoaging bugs on both long and short.

1. Incest bug:

So, this one was doubly weird when it popped up, because it was my main sim's sister, who was in a full bars relationship at the time with a guy, developed a want to ask her sister out on a date. I obviously ignored it, but that leads into my next thing.

2. Ignoring wants randomly gets you Sims incredibly angry:

So, I ignored the incest option, and the sim got pissed because of "unrealized dreams." They've all been getting incredibly pissed because I'm obviously ignoring bad wants that will hurt my sims. Like, my Sim's brother, who I'm putting through university, got engaged to Angela Pleasant and had her move in. Then, after being in a flirty mood with him, she decided she wanted to flirt with their mother. Again, I ignored it because Angela being a good sim wouldn't cheat. It added to her anger moodlet.

That needs to be nerfed quite a bit. I don't want my Sims dying of a heart attack because I've decided not to let them cheat.

3. CAS LGBTQ add-on

Now, I don't know if this is a bug, but it does cause some problems. Once you're in live mode, the LGBTQ stuff locks. So, if you realize, "Oh, I forgot to set preferences," too late. Or if your sim marries someone, and you want to toggle your new sim's preferences, you can't.

I originally didn't think this would be an issue, until Angela started to want to flirt with my mother, or my sister wanted to ask me on a date.

With how the new wants/fears mechanic is operating, that CAS toggle needs to be open throughout the Sims life. People change their minds about their sexuality in reality, at any time. Not just when they're teenagers.

4. Social Bunny don't give a F*** about age, apparently.

So, I didn't mind this, because it works plot wise in my game. But I know a lot of ppl if they did see this would get upset.

A Young Adult tagged my teenage sim in a flirty post.

Now, it works for my gameplay because he was supposed to be a teen, and the guy I made specifically for my sim to marry. She was supposed to meet him in high school, go to prom, and decide to run off and start a legacy together. That was the original plan, but neighborhood stories aged him up 7 days early, and he never showed up at school. Sister met his cousin at the first prom, fell madly in love, and took my sim with her when she met all the family. It took a while to befriend him because he's a loner, and also...

5. Everyone gains celebrity status willy nilly.

Sometimes it affects gameplay interactions. Sometimes it doesn't. With him it did.

So, by the time I got around the celebrity interactions to normal interactions, I was surprised to not see flirt, because he was supposed to be a teen. But he'd aged up between visits. So, I settled for best friend, and as soon as they aged up, her sister would marry his cousin, and at the wedding my main sim and the guy she's supposed to end up with would decide to run away together (as friends at first) to start a rags to riches legacy.

So, of course I smiled when I saw the guy make a post about finding my sim incredibly attractive. But he is a YA and she's a teenager (19/20 to her 17). A bit questionable. Since it was a public post, it didn't affect their relationship bars at all. DMs also don't affect the bar, and flirty DMs don't happen between ages. But still.

6. You can't just sneak out.

I've fixed the windows to let my sim sneak out, for her aspiration. But you can only sneak out if you have an invite to a college party. Seems counter intuitive. In the Sims 2, you could sneak out in your car whenever. But not the case for 4.

That's it for bugs I had yesterday. Going to play again today. I think have my sim drop out.

#the sims 4 #high school #glitches #bugs #teenagers

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famiconblogs · 6 months

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Worshipping Flesh

Quite the confronting title, I know. But I don't use the terms "worshipping" and "flesh" lightly. You can probably guess that this post will be about a mangaka in the ero-guro (erotic-grotesque) scene, a world that is both filthy and alluring in its subject matter and visual storytelling.

Double page spread from Hanawa Kazuichi's "Moonlight" tankobon

Hanawa Kazuichi is an infamous ero-guro mangaka known for his Japanese period pieces, debuting in Garo in 1971. His stories frequently feature extremely confronting sexual and violent imagery, many focusing on the decadence of the upper-class. He's up there with Maruo Suehiro as being one of the most recognisable faces of the ero-guro manga movement, with each iconic mangaka standing out in their own ways. They've even collaborated on an artbook called "Muzane" (Cruel Pictures), imitating the "28 Famous Murders" series done by Yoshiiku and Yoshitoshi, two Ukiyo-e masters. When I think ero-guro, my mind always goes to Maruo and Hanawa for their insanely detailed drawings and raw stories.

"28 Scenes of Murder" by Maruo Suehiro and Hanawa Kazuichi

Although, Hanawa has quite some range because he's also done some fantasy and supernatural works along with his iconic ero-guro. One of his most well known series that won multiple awards is titled "Keimusha no Naka" (Doing Time), and was published in English by Ponent Mon in 2006. It's an autobiographical story of his time in prison for his possession of illegal firearms, a sentence that lasted for 3 years. Once he got out of jail, he started serialising in AX and gained recognition for his compelling story.

Garo 1973 June Issue with cover art by Hanawa Kazuichi

A Blossoming Love

Coming back to the whole idea of the "worshipping of flesh", I want to talk about one of his short stories in his "Tsuki no Hikari" (Moonlight) collection. The edition I have collects 9 stories from his career in a beautiful deep blue tankobon, mainly made up of ero-guro with some other types of stories sprinkled in. The story in question is titled "The Tabernacle of Flesh". What a name.

Opening page of "The Tabernacle of Flesh"

To reference Merriam-Webster for some definitions, a tabernacle is:

"a house of worship/specifically: a large building or tent used for evangelist services"

There are other definitions of it in the context of the Bible, but I personally don't know enough about the religious background of this word so I'll be using the general definition above. The story itself doesn't touch upon any religious topics either, so equating the word with "a house of worship" should suffice.

So with such an in-your-face title, what could the story actually be about? In terms of Hanawa's works, "The Tabernacle of Flesh" lines up very closely with his other distinct period pieces, with many centred on love, betrayal and violence. The story opens up with our main character Orin, a woman recounting the time her friend Gyakujiro had organised an arranged marriage for her with Momohiko. This story had happened 3 years ago, so the chapter is essentially the main character's confession to the reader. She had to take care of the sickly Momohiko constantly as he suffered from an unknown disease that left him bedridden. As we get settled into the story with Orin's narration, we're given a line on the fourth page that spells out the imminent doom she would be getting into.

"If I had known what was to happen to me, I wouldn't have done it. And now it was too late." - Orin

Over time, Orin had developed genuine feelings for Momohiko. Maybe it was her constant care for him that made her feel this way. She said that at the time, she would have even been fine with dying for him. But besides her love for Momohiko, what plagued her even more was his sickness. Nothing seemed to get better, but Gyakujiro had a secret solution...

The following two pages are brutal. Orin's sister, killed by her own hands. A random schoolboy, slashed in an 'accident'. How could this help Momohiko at all? Gyakujiro doesn't tell her, but Orin does as he says out of her immense love for Momohiko.

"Killing one person is the same as killing two or five or a hundred." - Gyakujiro

Orin continues to lure and kill more innocent people, hiding their bodies around the house. Flesh, flesh, flesh. That's all she was told she needed to get, so she continued killing for the sake of her husband.

Betrayal

Time skips to Orin's tenth murder. So far, Momohiko has not been given any dialogue and remains stone-faced throughout the story. When will we get anymore information on what he's going through? Soon enough, after Orin's tenth victim, she had spotted a suggestive silhouette on a wall. She realised that Gyakujiro and Momohiko were in love. Getting Orin to kill all these people was Gyakujiro's plan to save Momohiko from his disease because the cure was apparently human flesh. It seems like the disease is one that is somewhat supernatural/fantastical, which you can see from the various bloody holes scattered across Momohiko's body. They spewed blood, implying that Momohiko needed other people's flesh to substitute for his own, his body somehow lacking the flesh needed to contain his blood.

"Gyakujiro, I've had enough of this life as a fake couple. I can no longer stand the stench of that dumb hag's hair..." - Momohiko "A little patience, my little Momohiko. Soon, you'll be completely healed. Then we can get rid of her and live happily together. Until then, let's be careful and let her continue her crimes. You require human flesh. It is the only remedy for your illness." - Gyakujiro

The Climax

After witnessing this heart breaking scene, Orin took her chance to strike. We immediately cut to the situation later that night, and are given some insight into her mental state:

"As I'm running out of pages, here's what happened: that same evening, I slaughtered them in their sleep. I took a razor made in Germany and spilled buckets of their blood. They died on the spot. Serves them right! Hi hi hi!" - Orin

Her rage had consumed her and resulted in the bloody deaths of both men. But the story doesn't end there. Still unsatisfied after killing both of them, Orin decided to cut off the flesh from Momohiko's behind and eat it. The obsession with flesh transitioned from being motivated to protect Momohiko to being driven by hatred. The house truly became a 'tabernacle' over time. Everything had to do with flesh, in all senses of the word. Flesh as in human meat, flesh with a sexual insinuation, flesh as sustenance. The house that the story was based in was literally littered with flesh as Orin's victims decomposed in the background, waiting to be used by Momohiko. We're never shown what he actually did with the bodies, but from Orin's actions at the end of the story, we can assume that it was also cannibalistic in nature.

"For three years I had let these two men manipulate me. My life has been completely destroyed/Since the Lapis Lazuli disease caused by the Lapis bacteria, is contagious." - Orin's final lines

After everything she had to go through, Orin had died from the same disease that Momohiko had: the mysterious Lapis Lazuli disease. On the bottom right corner of the ending page, a note states that it was an incident that happened in the Spring of 1902. This fictitious disease had spread from Momohiko to Orin, which you can see from the same bloody holes that are all over her body, limp in a dramatic pose.

Hanawa's drawings really elevate the experience of reading this story. It reads like a theatre production, with the narration and dramatic poses giving you the feeling of watching a play. The transition from love to pure hatred, coupled with the insane and climactic consumption of flesh by Orin, was intense and raw. The drama and tension remained high throughout the entire story. With the plot being completely driven by flesh for all characters, you're left feeling both disgusted and enraptured, a telling sign of a strong ero-guro story.

Borders

To end off this post, I want to put a spotlight on Hanawa's art, specifically the way he experiments with borders and backgrounds.

I've never seen this sort of experimentation before in manga. His panel borders are incredibly diverse and make the central visual pop. I feel it also adds to the theatre-like nature of his stories, dramatising the panel and heightening its impact. This is even more so with the expressive ukiyo-e styled character designs in a lot of his works, each panel pretty much a painting in itself.

His backgrounds as well give all his pages such a strong aesthetic where you'll pretty much recognise his work just by seeing these pictures. The story itself is quite straightforward, but I think that the main appeal of "The Tabernacle of Flesh" is the shock factor, all supported by these unique artistic choices Hanawa is making. I wanted to point this out so more people could appreciate uniqueness like this in manga.

As a bonus, below is a picture of a poster that Le Dernier Cri put out. I'm extremely sad that this is sold out, but it's an old one that was printed years ago. But thanks for reading! Loved writing about this one, more people need to know about Hanawa.

Photo credits to Le Dernier Cri

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myfearless-love · 3 years

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The Wildest Place You Run (2/?) - Hold the Front

Thanks to everyone who commented on the first chapter or reblogged, liked the story written for @cssns! Here’s the next one; I plan on posting chapters every Sunday. Thank you to my awesome beta and artist @thejollyroger-writer! Check out her amazing art for the first two chapters! Enjoy!

Summary:

Vampires, Werewolves, Mages, and Elves. For centuries, they kept their existence a secret, but the constant rebellions against the strict laws of the Guild had led to a terrible tragedy. In an open clash, it became apparent to humans just what kind of monsters lived among them. Emma Swan loses the love of her life in the first battle of the war. A few months later, while still trying to process what happened, a mysterious and terrifying figure worms his way into her life. But the man is hiding far more terrible secrets than he reveals to her, pulling them both into a horrible situation...

Chapter: 2/? - Hold the Front

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Rating: M

Relationships: Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Read on: FF.net or AO3

Words: ~4.7k

Previous parts:

Ch 1

TW for this chapter: Depictions of violence and blood

"There was nothing you could have done," said Mary Margaret as she shook her head.

Emma couldn't even count just how many times she had heard this sentence from her. She wanted to believe her friend, but she never could. If she had been faster, if she had noticed the danger sooner… Maybe she could have saved Neal that terrible night.

It had happened more than half a year ago, but the screams still echoed in her ears as sharply as they had that night. The image of the pile of bodies, the blood, and the burning building was forever seared into her memory. But the most terrifying minutes weren't caused by these pictures. Neal's death changed everything…

He was a Hunter, just like her half-brother, David, with the difference that no elven blood flowed through his veins, any more than it did in hers. They both served the Guild and that was what caused Neal's demise. He and her brother were among the first to be called to the front lines…

The light of the full moon covered the entire clearing, and it danced on the mirror of the lake. The weather was relatively pleasant, a balmy breeze sailing through the early June night. It ruffled the fresh, green grass of the meadow, welcomely cooling down her hot face.

Lying side by side, they had been staring wordlessly at the sea of stars for some time. She really wanted to tell him, but she didn't know how he would handle it. She tasted the words a few times in front of the mirror in practice, but found none of them appropriate.

She just watched him, even now she could hardly believe he loved her. Just her. She'd never believed she was good enough to deserve anyone's love, but Neal still saw something in her. It was true, of course, that it took almost two years for their paths to cross (and her infatuation to be reciprocated), but in the end, her intuitions proved to be correct.

There was no one for her but Neal. Maybe the statement was slightly inaccurate, but the few people she'd been with left her within days, weeks, or months, saying they just couldn't learn to love her. She accepted it, because what could she have done? She loved them in vain…

She had already given up on ever being with Neal too, when what she had been waiting for finally happened.

He tore her from her contemplation. He turned on his side, propped himself on his elbow, and gently drew her to him. "What's wrong?" He brushed a lock of her fallen hair behind her ear and smiled kindly at her.

"Nothing's wrong," she whispered in response, snuggling even closer to him.

"Are you sure? You've been acting so… weird," he gently stroked her curly, long blonde hair and gave her an unwaveringly angelic smile. His brown eyes lit up brightly, the corners crinkling faintly.

At any given time, she could completely get lost in those orbs.

"Of course. Everything's fine," she assured him, though the desire to just tell him was burning her inside. But she still couldn't find the words and hesitated. How would he react?

"If you say so…"

His gaze drifted to her lips, and she could see his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. She didn't have to wait long, he slid his palm under her head and rolled over her in moments. His lips tasted hers gently. It was sweet, hot, and passionate all at once, gradually deepening until their tongues met. Suddenly, his body weighed on her. Although not at full weight, he still took her breath away.

It wasn't painful, but he wasn't exactly a lightweight, and the movement gave her a fright.

"Could you…" she moaned in a low voice, but he seemed to understand.

He braced himself on his hands, and she could finally breathe. "Sorry," he smiled apologetically.

"Neal," she finally managed to gather her thoughts.

"Yes?" He scanned her face curiously, his expression momentarily uneasy at the uncertainty he probably saw in her eyes.

"I…" she couldn't continue, she just stared at him, hoping he would understand.

"What's wrong?" His gaze turned suspicious.

"I… I'm… pregnant," she said, breaking eye contact and waiting with bated breath for his reaction. She knew for a fact that he loved her, but they were still so young and they never talked about it.

For a few seconds, he only stared at her with widened eyes. Her face immediately felt hot. It looked like it was the last thing he'd expected to leave her mouth. It must have felt like an ice-cold shower.

Then, to her greatest surprise, a wide grin suddenly spread across his face, and he opened his mouth several times, but no words came out. His instinctively gaze slid to her stomach, followed by his hands.

"You're not kidding, are you? How… How long have you known?"

"No, I'm not kidding. Not too long, I wasn't sure until this morning," she replied quietly, but she was already smiling from the huge weight that had fallen from her heart. She had to admit, she hadn't expected that reaction.

Neal still didn't quite know what to say, and Emma slowly sat up. But before she could prepare herself, he suddenly hugged her tightly.

"You have no idea how happy I am!" He grinned wider and buried his face into her neck.

"I think I can guess," she smiled, then hissed softly. Neal squeezed her too hard. "Relax, tiger," she laughed to herself, and he immediately loosened his grip.

"Sorry. Anyway, I had something planned for the two of us tonight," he remarked, but at the same moment, his phone began to ring."So…" Neal continued, ignoring the call, but she stopped him.

"Pick up. You can always tell me afterward, and it might be important."

"No more important than this," he insisted.

She shook her head disapprovingly, and without hesitation, she dug into his bag to pull out his phone, pressing it into his hands. The caller ID told her it was David. "If I know my brother, you better answer it."

Neal pursed his lips irritably but lifted the phone to his ear. "What?!" he growled at David on the other end, his tone irritated.

The answer clearly didn't lighten his mood, his face made her downright anxious.

"David… I just need half an hour! You can definitely hold the front until then," he almost begged, and Emma found that rather strange.

She began to sharpen her ears with interest.

"Neal! When this is done, you can do it in much quieter and more intimate conditions. We need you now! So get your shit together and get your ass in here!"

David raised his voice so much that even she could understand every single word.

Neal angrily ended the call and shoved the phone into his pocket. "We have to go," he announced in a grim voice, rising from the ground, helping her.

He idly dusted off his pants, delaying the inevitable as much as possible.

"What happened?"

"The newly settled Vampire clan and the new pack of Werewolves are wreaking havoc in the mall downtown. I need to get there… David and the others need backup," he confessed as he rocked from one foot to the other.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"But…" Neal's gaze shone with fear, and his restlessness had caught her eye, though Emma didn't understand what was wrong with him. Normally, he threw himself into fights like this, but now he seemed hesitant.

"Is there something else?"

"No. Come on, I'll take you home…" He lowered his head, took her hand and they walked back to the black Land Rover LRX parked at the edge of the clearing.

The SUV wasn't his own, legally it belonged to the Guild, but it had been on loan to Neal for some time.

"Neal, we don't have time for that, I'm coming with you," she stated in an authoritative tone, but he just shook his head.

"There are too many creatures there, they've gone completely nuts. I'm not taking you there!"

"Yes, you will! I'm not arguing with you, Neal. And besides, I have the gun David gave me yesterday," she added, trying to convince him. There was no time to waste.

"It's worth very little against them," he said, shaking his head.

"It's filled with silver," she lied easily, just so he would finally relent.

"Why are you so damn stubborn?"

She took that as his agreement, and started running, hearing Neal picking up speed behind her as well. She yanked open the car door and threw herself into the passenger seat. After buckling up, she rummaged in her bag to change the magazine in her Glock. Meanwhile, Neal put the key in the ignition and secured his seatbelt as well.

"Where did it happen?" she asked as they sped through the suburban streets.

"At the new mall. About six hundred people are trapped inside, and they're already being thrown off the roof deck," Neal replied.

The speedometer slowly moved to 55 mph. "Neal, slow down!" Emma hissed through her lips as she squeezed the edge of the seat with whitened fingers.

"You told me to hurry," he grinned, and she rolled her eyes. "What if I dropped you off somewhere?" He gave her a hopeful look, but she shook her head.

"I want to go with you," she declared firmly, and Neal punched the steering wheel in rage.

"You can't come with me! I won't let you, especially now that…" he paused in agitation, then his gaze landed on her, and he looked much more determined. "You're not coming. Period. Get out of the car."

He slammed on the brakes, and the car came to a stop in front of a 24-hour supermarket. He stared at her expectantly. Emma decided to switch tactics, pinning her gaze directly on his crotch.

"Emma, don't look at me like that."

"Then let's go, Neal!"

"No!"

At that moment, his phone started ringing again and David's name flashed on the display.

"Start the car!" she snarled angrily. "If David gets hurt because of us…" She didn't need to finish the sentence, Neal pulled back out onto the road again.

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"You stay here in the car and wait for me. Don't get out unless there's a problem and-"

"Stop it, Neal. I'll be fine, I know how to shoot a gun and I've got good aim!"

"Neal, for God's sake, hurry up!"

Her brother, leaning over the railing of the roof garden, yelled down to them. Much of the three-story building was already in flames, and the glass walls of the first floor lay in tiny shards on the sidewalk, covering the several dozens of bodies that lay in front of the mall.

"Please, Emma, don't come after me. Promise me!"

Emma knew he wouldn't leave until she agreed. "All right, fine," she sighed.

"I'll be back as soon as I can."

Before she could say anything, he pulled his favorite Desert Eagle pistol out of one of his holsters and ran toward the building. She watched him go for a few seconds until he disappeared into the maze of shops.

She nestled uneasily in her seat, and her gun nearly slipped from her hands. Her palms were covered in sweat, and she was growing more nervous by the second. Her courage began to disappear into a bottomless pit.

After a few minutes, she heard a loud crash from her right. Trembling, she raised her gun and looked to the side. At first, she saw nothing, then she noticed a new body among the others. A young boy, probably ten or twelve, lay on the ground, his limbs twisted the wrong way, and a huge pool of blood already growing under his head.

Her stomach began to churn, and she was about to turn her head away from the gruesome sight when another body slammed to the asphalt, just a few feet from the car.

At that moment, she made up her mind. She shoved a spare magazine into her pocket and quickly jumped out of the vehicle. Without looking anywhere, she ran into the mall through one of the shattered windows of a store.

It was a simple, relatively insignificant clothing store, but dozens of women lay on the floor. All of them had had their throats slit open, they were dead, of course, and the floor was soaked with their blood. The cashier, clutching the register, still had a receipt in her hand.

Emma tried to breathe through her mouth and ignore the bodies. Over the years, she'd had the unfortunate opportunity to get used to them, but no matter how many times she encountered one, she could never be completely impervious to it.

She cut through the store and headed straight for the escalator. On her way, she avoided the fountain, its waters already glistening bright red.

When she finally arrived at her destination, she found that the escalator was out of service, so she took two steps at a time and ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Both the first and second floors proved empty, but the higher she got, the more the heat from the fire rose to an almost unbearable degree. She tied her sweater around her waist and stopped unsteadily before the last step.

The sounds of the brawl filtered out clearly, not even the loud crackling of the fire could drown them out. For now, the flames hadn't reached dangerous proximity, and luckily, the building was mostly made of non-combustible materials.

Roars, gunshots, crashing. Thunderous explosions. Frozen, Emma lingered at the foot of the stairs leading to the last floor, staring upward hopefully.

Surely everything would be all right. Neal, David, and the others would soon emerge at the top, with smiles on their lips as if nothing had happened. And they would go home safely.

A few minutes passed while she was idle. She had a hard time convincing herself to go upstairs. Neal and David would certainly be furious, but she'd taken their anger any day rather than their deaths. And besides, they would definitely benefit from a little extra help. If it could be classified as such.

She was one of the Mages, but a rather lousy one when it came to her abilities. She was only a low-level Seer, nothing more.

Clutching her Glock with both hands, she came up the stairs. The screams grew sharper and louder. Plenty of people could be stuck upstairs, but the path leading down seemed clear.

What were they waiting for? Why didn't they just run away and escape? Emma found it really strange.

She slowed her pace, confused by the humans' behavior. It just didn't feel right.

The cool, night air blew into her face as soon as she reached the rooftop. Most of the overturned tables and umbrellas were on fire, chairs broken into pieces. Most of them, ironically, were used by Vampires as stakes. They used them as weapons to kill the humans.

After only a few seconds, she heard an angry roar. "Emma, watch out!"

Immediately she spun around looking for the source of the danger. David was the one yelling at her, probably not without reason. She didn't have to search long, she immediately noticed the fully transformed, nearly six-foot-tall Werewolf charging towards her.

She only had a few seconds to react. Someone was calling her name again, desperation clear in their tone. She couldn't deal with that now, she would help them later… if she survived until then because if she missed, she was dead.

She aimed at the beast as best she could, right between its eyes. Her gun was already filled with silver bullets that would stop it. Assuming she hit it at all…

She pulled the trigger and the bullet hit the wolf, inches from her target, right in one of its eyes. He howled in pain and finally came to a stop. She took the opportunity to shoot half the magazine into the wolf.

She gasped for air, her heart pounding in her throat, and slowly she began to realize that the end of her life was a hair's breadth away. She didn't lower the gun, but still clutched it convulsively. The smoke burned her eyes, tears filled them to the brim, and she could see almost nothing. The wind wasn't helping either, carrying the gray mist right into her face. She gasped as if she had just run several miles and her lungs were thoroughly filled with smoke.

She forced herself to open her eyes and look around. She started stumbling through rubble and bodies, but so far she hadn't seen any movement, only heard the sounds. The battle was definitely not over yet.

She walked blindly for a few yards, but her fingers didn't slip from the trigger for even a second. She had to find Neal and David.

At last, she emerged from the cloud of smoke, but she could only blink her eyes, the world looming around her was quite blurry. Instinctively, she crouched against the barricade, for the hail of bullets was almost as thick as the cloud of smoke. A few of them were barely a few inches from her, and she curled up as best she could.

She tried to assess the situation and find her brother and Neal and the other Hunters she knew. Robin and Leo were only a few feet away from her and they both seemed fine. David, on the other hand, was dealing with a Vampire that was dangerously close to the railing.

He was having a hard time with the creature, she could clearly see that. Without thinking, she instinctively crawled towards him, pressing herself against the barrier the whole time. Silver bullets weren't worth much against Vampires, but at least they slowed them down, and the wounds caused by silver left a mark on their perfect skin.

When she was close enough, she fired three shots at the Vampire. She missed the first, the second lodged in his thigh, and the third slammed into his side. He let out a roar and staggered furiously on the bloodied, slippery floor. He lost his balance, toppled over, and finally, David managed to drive a stake through his already-dead heart.

David didn't even look up, he didn't seem to care where the life-saving shot came from, he immediately moved on to his next task.

There were quite a few Hunters here who she didn't recognize. Slowly but surely, they managed to push the Werewolves and Vampires back towards the flames.

Emma quickly wiped her sweaty brow and looked through the ranks of Hunters once more. Neal wasn't among them.

Her heart squeezed in her chest and she turned her head in alarm, but other than the cowering, screaming humans and corpses, she saw nothing.

She stood there confused and turned her head back around the place. There were no other Hunters she hadn't counted yet, every one of them was heading for the beasts.

A few raindrops fell on her face, the wind picked up, and an inhumanly loud rumble of thunder slit through her ears. Followed by a white light zigzagging through the black sky, blinding her for a moment.

"Neal!" her voice echoed like a hysterical scream, but no answer came.

When she opened her eyes again, a tall shadow unfurled from the cloud of smoke that covered the other end of the rooftop garden.

Immediately, she began to run, racing past the glass dome on the third floor. In the depths of the building, the flames grew larger and larger…

"Emma, stop! Don't!" Neal's voice came from the opposite direction, and she paused, turning away from the smoke and the shadow's owner in confusion.

To her surprise, Neal was standing barely ten feet away from her, shirtless. He never had a habit of showing off his body, no matter how nice it was. He had fine abs (not as defined as David's or Robin's), but now he was covered in blood and soot. Water dripped from him and thankfully, she didn't see any wounds.

"Behind you!" he called out to her.

His voice trembled with fear and he raised his pistol to fire, and for a moment it seemed he was aiming for her head. She turned, but it was too late. The elbow of the fast-approaching Vampire landed on her face.

For a few seconds, everything around her went dark, she felt like her face was going to split in two. She staggered, and suddenly the bloody ground came dangerously close to her face, and soon her head hit the ground with a thud.

She squinted her eyes for a few seconds, and when she opened them again, thankfully the world wasn't spinning in a crazy dance. But she couldn't hear anything. She knelt down and swallowed hard. It was as if a plug had been pulled out of her ears, the sounds returning in one fell swoop. She glanced back at Neal again.

He'd managed to wound the Vampire, but the beast didn't seem to be giving up. He swung his knee into Neal's stomach, wrenching the weapon from his hand, punching him in the face with it. Neal stumbled, but luckily, his legs didn't give out. The bloodsucker grabbed him by the arm, dropped the gun, and whipped out a roughly ten-inch-long blade. He aimed it directly at Neal's heart, but her boyfriend dodged the stab. However, the Vampire held him tight, so he couldn't completely avoid it, the blade digging into his shoulder.

At Neal's scream, her blood froze in her veins, and her hands holding the Glock trembled. Immediately, she took aim at the Vampire. She fired until the magazine was empty. Several bullets drilled into the beast's head and body, and quite a few missed him, too. But she got what she wanted, and the Vampire slumped to the ground. She didn't think he was dead, but she definitely put him out of commission for a while.

Quickly, she rose to her feet and ran to Neal, who was leaning against the barrier, trying to tear the dagger from his flesh. He was panting heavily, blood dripping in thick streams from his shoulder.

She dug out the spare magazine when she reached him and tried to slip it into the pistol, but her hands were still shaking too much.

Then, suddenly, Neal's gun went off. She looked over her shoulder in horror. Five fully transformed Werewolves were galloping toward them. Desperately, she tried to snap the magazine into place, but it was jolting too much in her hands.

She knew she would die if Neal didn't take them out in time, and with his injured shoulder, his aim would hardly be accurate. She tried to force herself to calm down, but the panic coiled in her stomach like an insidious snake. She was finished… They were finished.

Two more shots rang out, and one of the wolves rebounded with a harsh, deep howl. The Glock made a click, and the magazine was finally inserted. She turned to face the monsters. She tried to aim with a clear head, but it was much harder than ever. It wasn't just her life on the line. Hers, Neal's, … and the little one's.

Neal took out the second one with a single shot, and Emma aimed full fire at the one running in front, backing away in the process.

She hit him square in the shoulder, but it was like hitting him with a rock, even though her magazine was filled with silver bullets. Panic rose in her throat and began to thrust backward at double speed. Neal took out the ones closest to them, and she took aim at the ones left behind. If she could just shoot one of their eyes, maybe that one would stop.

She started firing again, trying to focus. But it was too late. They were barely three feet away from her, ready to pounce.

Her body completely locked down, she could only trust in her blind luck and Neal. That was it. Of the two, she had more faith in Neal.

The first wolf leapt up from the ground and nearly swept her away, but Neal's bullets dug into his front legs. He fell forward into the rubble with his muzzle foaming, his legs useless.

She immediately aimed at the next one. This time, she couldn't miss. But the beast was already in the air. It leapt over her head, straight into Neal. She didn't understand why Neal was holding back his power. He could fight off the wolf with his sheer magic, he was powerful enough to simply do so.

Meanwhile, the wounded wolf got up again, but this time his target was Emma. He probably thought the other one would take care of Neal. As she had previously planned, she aimed for the wolf's eyes, but she couldn't hit them. Then the beast was too close to her.

His teeth chattered inches from her throat, and his claws bit into her shoulder. He shoved her away, and she crashed into the barrier. Her side went numb from the force of the blow in moments, but she didn't even have time to comprehend her predicament, the wolf was already towering over her.

She was a hairsbreadth away from having his claws in her stomach as she put the gun to his throat and fired as many bullets into him as she could. The wolf howled, rolling back its eyes, but it raised its huge paw again, and this time it found its target.

Her breath caught in her throat from the blow, and a pained groan escaped her lips. His claws slowly sunk into her stomach, pinning her to the ground, and the wolf weakly opened its jaw, angling for her throat.

Help came from her right, three shots rang out, all hitting the wolf's side. He whimpered one last time and turned away from her…

"Emma, for fuck's sake!" David slid to the ground next to her and knelt down, trembling.

She wanted to ask where Neal was, but her mouth disobeyed. Her brain dulled, she began to go numb. Summoning her remaining reserves of strength, she put her arm around David's neck and forced herself into a sitting position. She screamed against the stabbing pain in her stomach and hunched forward.

"Emma, are you okay?"

It was the dumbest question Neal had ever asked her. But if he was able to ask and, judging by the approaching footsteps, he couldn't be in much trouble…

Her face was streaked with tears, and she tried not to faint. But David suddenly jumped up beside her and ran off.

"David…" she mumbled unintelligibly, then looked up at Neal.

He didn't seem to have suffered another wound. However, he looked immensely exhausted. He was pale and frightened, but thankfully he was walking towards her on his own two feet.

But he, too, stopped and turned his head to the side in surprise. What had they heard that she couldn't?

Finding it hard to keep her eyes open, she blinked shallowly at Neal. He started to retreat to the barrier, his rifle lying on the ground behind him. She forced herself to look back and a sharp cry burst from her exhausted lungs. One of the five Werewolves rushed at him.

The wolf's eyes were bloodshot and every inch of her trembled by his roar, his claws scraping the surface of the ground.

With all its might, it slashed at a helpless Neal. It all happened in a millisecond. The wolf's claws dug into Neal's shoulder, and the momentum pushed them over the barrier. They shattered the glass dome, tangled into each other, and fell into the blazing depths of the building.

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forever5hines · 3 years

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I think most of you remember Atlas (she's doing great btw, she's in an amazing family and we get updates regularly), the dog we fostered for a while! We were going to take a break from fostering until September but then something happened ... our shelter collected 69 cane corso dogs from a breeder who voluntarily gave them up (it was a bad situation due to circumstances but he realised it and looked for help). These dogs were all underweight and had some minor injuries. We will be getting a few more from there too once we have the space for them.

Because he gave them up voluntarily and weren't confiscated, we don't receive extra financial support from the state as we would have if the police had taken them. 69 dogs on top of our usual amount... we already often take difficult dogs from other shelters so financially this is difficult to say the least. Luckily a fundraiser and getting on national news has been great help but still doesn't cover all the costs but it's gone some way at least.

There are also only about 600 Cane Corso's in Belgium, meaning that about 10% of the breed's population is currently in our shelter. Cane Corso is also a large dog and are not for beginners so it will be a real challenge to get them all adopted.

Since it was a breeder a lot of them are puppies. they've never been properly socialised or trained so it's a lot of work and a lot of puppies. Knowing all of that we couldn't ignore it if course so after some contemplation we have decided to foster a dog sooner than expected and so now we have one of the Cane Corso pups at home.

His name is Bruce, he's almost 6 months old. He was a bit hesitant at first but he's settling in nicely. His paws are ridiculously big and he clearly still has to grow into them. I hope he can really develop here and he will be adopted quickly to a great home.

Yes of course I'm also sharing pictures 😁

I promise to post frequently here, I'll tag it #Bruce and #animals I do not own

We will also update Instagram and our Facebook page daily in both Dutch and English so you can follow those too

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sleepymccoy · 4 years

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Oh, Crowley

my fanfic links now come with little pictures so i can have a chance of seeing the post in my notes down the line! cos all text posts look identical on this wonderful website

anyway.

They've dined at the Ritz and celebrated not dying. But once they get back to the bookshop Aziraphale says something that sends them both into a tailspin, and they don't recover well. It leads into a big ol' fight, unfortunately

I mainly wrote this as a way to explore Crowley actually hurting his plants. 'cause he doesn't hurt himself, he turns it onto them, so it's sort of structured to be a situation that puts him in helplessness and deep panic. I've been told before that I'm a good angst writer, but i've never actually tried to write something sad before. it's always been accidental. This is intentional, so if you're someone who needs resolution for that kind of thing i recommend waiting until this has a completed tick. I promise i'll resolve it all well, but some of the early chapters end badly.

Here’s the start of chapter one, as a teaser. the link to ao3 is at the bottom of the post xx

"Oh, Crowley," Aziraphale sighed greatly.

Crowley slowed and looked at him. What could have happened to bring on that much of a heavy, sad expression? It didn't make sense.

They'd shared a lovely meal together, hours of it. Many glasses of celebratory champagne raised to increasingly specific toasts. To the world, to Tadfield, to that Young boy, to lucky incompetence, to you, to us. To this wonderful cake I'm eating.

The walk back, too, had been cheerful. A bit more subdued, but happy. More chuckles than laughs, but chuckles were good. Crowley couldn't see why Aziraphale had sighed, why he looked so put upon, so defeated.

"What?" Crowley asked.

Aziraphale smiled sadly and took a few steps. They were at the bookshop, Crowley had assumed he would be invited in but now these steps Aziraphale took indicated he was walking away, not encouraging company. Aziraphale went further.

Crowley followed, perhaps he could say the right thing and be invited in. He wasn't sure where he'd said the wrong thing. He hadn't even been speaking.

They stood under the cover of the overhang, by the front door. The sky had been trying to rain for fifteen minutes now but Crowley had been holding it off, determined to not let it ruin their stroll home. He gave it up and the first few drops fell.

Aziraphale's smile remained, but lessened, almost souring. Crowley fretted quietly.

"I don't have a chance with you, do I?" Aziraphale asked. His eyes were wide. He stood a step above Crowley, closer to the door, protected from the few brave and errant drops by Crowley. Crowley's back grew wet for it.

Aziraphale seemed to look up at Crowley, somehow, despite standing taller than him.

Crowley's heart thumped. "What?"

Sharp, cold rain drops hit the back of Crowley's neck but he barely noticed. Aziraphale's hand was rising, drawing closer and Crowley was frozen.

Aziraphale's fingertips brushed Crowley's cheek, then pressed hesitantly against his jaw. Aziraphale's thumb, soft but worked enough by book pages to have hints of use in its pad, touched Crowley's lower lip and dragged gently, shaking.

Crowley stayed still. Aziraphale's thumb left his lip slowly, tracing a path down his chin to his neck. Aziraphale's hand rested nearly flat on the front of his neck for a moment, thumb across his Adam's apple, so lightly as to feel more like silk than a hand.

Then Aziraphale withdrew.

"Angel," Crowley croaked, although he had no idea what to say, how to discuss anything any more, "are you- ?"

Regret flashed across Aziraphale's face, then settled into place there. His lips trembled in something more like sorrow, but that didn't stick around. The regret remained. "I apologise, dear boy," Aziraphale whispered. "A bit too much champagne, I think. Makes everything a little rose-hued, don't you find?"

Crowley stared. Aziraphale was shaking. It hadn't been cold long enough for it to be a shiver, he was just shaking.

Aziraphale looked down, shuffled his feet, adjusted his cuffs, then turned to the door. "Let me know when next suits you for dinner."

The door opened quickly, but closed gently, leaving Crowley alone in the rain.

Here's a link

there’s two chapters up already, i’ll reblog this as i add more and will be very loud about it when it’s complete <3

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marksollinger · 3 years

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Hm... what kind of meals do Darcy and the Familiar have on a regular basis ? Does the Familiar ever help ? Do they set the table or is there no need and they simply grab whatever vessel seems good for the job ? OH and what kind of protection does their home have ? Wards ? Spells ? Physical objects ?

meals and mealtime rituals: darcy being darcy, a lot of their dinners are, like, lots of different types of pasta, east asian noodle dishes, stir fry; any hot meal composed of carbs, proteins, veggies, and fats. and darcy didn't really 'do' meals before the familiar cam to live with him... he'd have a liquid breakfast of coffee or juice or the occasionally-indulgent smoothie from a cafe. then, he'd either skip lunch or eat a mid-day snack. dinner was usually some takeout or something free he'd pick up from churches or community center events (you know that bit in the david fincher fight club film adaptation? where the protagonist goes to a different support group meeting each night to get free cry sessions? darcy does this sort of thing for free bagels or donuts and coffee...) but. then the familiar entered the picture. and he started keeping more in his fridge, freezer, and cupboards than instant meals and condiments. takeout became more occasional, and oftentimes earlier in the day; they'll pick up a couple sandwiches from a deli only to come home at night some hours later and fix a hot meal for supper. breakfast tea (herbal for the familiar) and coffee, pancakes or eggs on toast or a skillet with all kinds of hearty junk in it... salads or sandwiches for lunch, something cold to take on the go... and, being that their sleep schedules are sometimes dependent on the requirements of a ritual or a courier job, they're known to pack meals ahead of time, keep them in the fridge for later, and chow down at the laundromat while they wait for their phone call or other contact to reach out to them with details... and get some laundry done.

the familiar absolutely helps! they know how to make some things. they mostly make their own herbal tea* in the mornings (or whenever they wake up, sometimes the schedule is a little disrupted), they pack lunches or later-meals, they like peeling and chopping vegetables for dinner while darcy takes care of things on the stove, if only to minimize the occupation of their very small kitchen, and are generally quite self-sufficient once they've gotten settled down in new york but it is quite different from how they lived in the city with their family; they didn't have to eat as much over there. they mostly had meals cooked over a fire—whether that was indoors or outdoors, it was still usually a pot over a fire full of beans or soup or stew.

*and of course i have celestial seasonings teas in mind, here, but typically something mint-based, sweetened with honey.

as for dishes and setting the table, darcy's collection of dishes is... i'll say eclectic because i do love it, genuinely. all their dishes are thrifted or gifted or handmade, they're colorful, mismatched, fun and most of them are ceramic but a few are plastic. they have plenty of novelty mugs which serve as their only coffee cups (i'd include pictures of my own collection but there are far too many of those. maybe another post, another time jfkdls) but they do certainly have some special cat-shaped "matching" cups like:

(the familiar's on the left and darcy's on the right) and this, of course, is the cat's dish for soft food:

domestic protection rituals: apart from the comical number of locks (exactly 5) darcy has installed on the inside of the door to the apartment and the flip door lock installed at the sort of midway-point between darcy and the familiar's heights (for optimum reach-ability), they have the window sills marked with sigils burned into the wood (he kissed that security deposit goodbye the day he moved in. it's manhattan, what's his landlord going to do? fuck him over even harder? he'll just perform a ritual to get revenge if that happens. problem very easily solved...) that he got from a vetted, sorcerer-tested-and-approved coven of ~weird-touched~ cats who gather on new moons in central park. now... the one caveat to these sigils is that those central park coven cats use them as invitations to show up at a sorcerer's residence and get some food. "consider it the price you pay for protection against ambient weirdness and other threats!" they probably tell him, jfkldsf-

darcy has half a mind to think of keeping a ziploc baggie of salt in his pocket to pocket-sand weird creatures with salt but, let's be honest, salt isn't going to work in a lot of cases.

practically, darcy simply teaches more earth-centric stranger danger shit like "don't open the door for anyone, even if they look and sound like someone we know, leave that to me unless i've left specific instructions that say otherwise." and darcy would never order maintenance work without knowing he'd be able to be home in the apartment. some overly-cautious measures, maybe, but definitely required for their lifestyle.

oc questions time

#i feasted on ramen to put some salt in me and increase my blood volume and got a little weepy finding this in my inbox 🥺#oc tag #darcy tag #darcy edwards #the familiar #blood of the covenant #dairy.txt #long post #food cw #food mention

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cynicallystiles · 6 years

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Marry You

Disclaimer: Gif originally posted by me.

Author: @cynicallystiles

Request: @laurs-x : Request for Tom Holland x Reader where they go to visit Tom’s family and reader just kinda falls in love with all of them as a family and in the middle of that night reader asks Tom to sneak off to the court house/chapel to get married and they do and it’s just v sweet and romantic?? love you babeeee 💗

Warning: SO MUCH FUCKING FLUFF.

Notes: I LOVE YOU, TOO! So, I changed just a little thing at the end. But, I got SO SOFT writing this. So, thanks for making me channel those fuzzy feelings. Comment or reblog if you enjoy! I love writing Tom fluff.

Pairing: Tom Holland x GenderNeutral!Reader

Abbreviations: y/n=your name, y/m/n=your middle name, and y/l/n=your last name

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You clutched the armrest on the plane for dear life as you just so happened to hit a patch of bumpy air. Your white-knuckled grasp along with your shallow breathing drew the attention of the man you loved most in the world.

"Relax, darling. It's just a spot of turbulence. Nothing to fret," he soothes you in that oh-so-charming accent.

You smiled anxiously at him as he placed his hand atop yours and rubbed circles along your knuckles with the pad of his thumb. If only he knew the real reason you were scared to death right now. You were on a plane headed across the Atlantic to meet his family for the first time.

He'd already met yours long ago during the early stages of the relationship. It was a rather lackluster affair as you only had your dad and his wife, plus the two little balls of energy you called your step-sisters. Though you were well into your 3rd year of being together, you were still terrified of meeting his family.

Thus, your death grip on the poor armrest. As if sensing the elevation of your unease, he turned in his seat toward you. "What is it, love?"

"Imaybesortascaredtomeetyourfamily," you mumbled out low and quick. A tiny bit of relief swelled in you from just saying it out loud. But, your beloved hadn't quite heard you.

He leans closer with a chuckle as he asks you to repeat it. "I'm sorry, I couldn't make that out. You're speaking too low, darling."

Rolling your eyes and giving a sigh of resignation, you repeat it slightly loud enough for him to hear. Although you said it at the same pace as before, "IMAYBESORTASCAREDTOMEETYOURFAMILY! Okay?"

Your cheeks flushed with the color of embarrassment that you were this nervous. But he simply leaned over and kissed your temple, putting your nerves at ease.

"There's nothing to be scared of, y/n. I've told them loads about you and they love you already," he says reassuringly.

You scrunch your nose at him. "What if I don't live up to the hype?"

"Just trust me. I love you so so much. They have to love you, too," he whispers adoringly in your ear. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder as you release your grip on the seat and replace it with his hand.

Just like that, all the tension had left your body. You were no longer filled with anxiety, but with anticipation and excitement of meeting the love of your life's family for the first time.

Time flew by and before you knew it, you found yourself outside of the Holland household. Tom moves to ascend the steps but stops, noticing that you aren't right behind him.

"We talked about this, love," he reminded you.

You roll your shoulders as you take a deep breath. "What? Yeah. No, I know. I'm just-I just need a second to remember all the names," you admitted with your brows furrowed in concentration.

He rolls his eyes as he comes back down the few steps he's taken and grabs you by the hand to pull you along. "I will introduce you first, y/n. It's not a test," he assures you once again through a chuckle.

"Yeah. Okay. No. Yeah, I can do this. I've got this. It's just the names of my future family right? They're not gonna be offended if I mess it up the first twenty times..." you continue to mumble to yourself as Tom has already opened up the front door and led you inside.

You're still repeating the names and trying to attach them to faces you've seen in pictures when he stops and you stumble into his back. You peek out from over his shoulder and see the whole gang except for his mom standing around the dining table.

"What's going on?" You whisper.

He leans his head slightly toward you as he whispers back, "I haven't the faintest idea." You saw his mouth twitch up ever-so-slightly, and you knew he was fibbing.

"For an actor, you're not very good at keeping secrets," you say as you step out from behind him.

He clutches his heart and feigns a hurt expression. "Darling, your roasting hurts," he says over-dramatically.

"There's a reason Marvel doesn't give you scripts! I mean you just posted the title for Spider-Man 2 on your Instagram and Twitter," you remind him with a giggle.

He shrugs before taking your bag and setting it down next to the stairs. Suddenly, his mother comes around the corner delicately balancing a tray on both of her arms. "Is that a cake? Tom, why does she have a cake?"

"Well..." he says taking you by the hand leading you closer to the table. "I told them that it was your birthday just last week and they wanted to throw you a little party."

You put one hand over your heart as you watch Nikki light the candles. "Aw, you guys didn't have to do all this," you say with your voice full of soft emotions.

His mother smiles brightly at you. "Nonsense! You're family! We celebrate every member’s birthday 'round here," she says in such a mother-like tone that your heart melts further.

After blowing out the candles and everyone having a slice, you slowly mingle with each other while eating more cake. You were talking with Nikki and Dominic while Tom had started to play-fight with his littlest brother Paddy.

You can't help but giggle as you watch him exaggeratedly fall to the ground in defeat. God, you loved him more than anything. Excusing yourself from the two, you head over to make introductions with his brothers.

Paddy was the easy one to get along with. "Just call me Pads like the rest of the family does. You're one of us now," he says with a goofy little grin.

You smiled brightly back at him. "Okay, Pads." You made a show of annunciating his name and he went back to the table for more cake. Turning to Tom, you open your mouth to say something when there's a loud stomp right next to you accompanied by a scream and hands on your shoulders.

You squeal in surprise and turn to see the twins doubled over laughing. "Oh, you guys are real clever," you say as you fall into the laughter with them.

Tom joins you with an arm around your waist and begins to make introductions. You cut him off quickly, wanting to prove that you could remember the difference. "Okay so...you," you say pointing to the one with the slightly darker and longer hair, "are Sam and that makes you Harry." You point at the other as you finish proudly.

The two share a silent glance with unreadable expressions. Your face falls as the first one speaks up. "Actually, I'm Harry and that's Sam," he says with a sigh.

Wide-eyed, you turn to Tom. Your expression falls into that of annoyance as you see him snickering. "Oh, you boys think you're so funny," you say as a mischievous smirk takes up residence on your lips. The two nod while holding back laughter.

"Well, Fred and George," you say menacingly as you slowly pick up your piece of cake in the palm of your hand. "Let's see if you think THIS is funny!"

You launch your cake filled hand at Sam. The cake and icing smush into his face so satisfyingly that you start to laugh uncontrollably. "Oh, they've started a war now!" He chuckles out.

You squeal as he runs to the table and grabs another fistful of cake and throws it at you. You deftly doge to the left, leaving the only thing in its path...Tom. You point and laugh as it explodes all over his throat and chin.

"You think that's funny, yeah?" He says with that smirk and you know you're in trouble. The whole dining room falls into chaos as cake is flying and landing every which way and soon you're all out of breath from laughing and yelling so loud.

The cake looks like it exploded from how many hands have just dug into it. You can't remember the last time you laughed or played that hard with family. After a long shower with Tom to scrub the cake off of each other, you settle into bed with his arms wrapped around you.

"So was it as scary as you thought?" He hums lowly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You shake your head as you bite your lip to contain your grin. "Not at all. In fact...I'm surprised by how much it felt," you pause, looking for the right words.

"Felt like what, darling?"

You smile softly. "How much it felt like home," you let out a short content laugh before continuing, "how much they felt like they were already family. I realized tonight that no matter where we travel...I'll always be home. You're my home, Tom."

"You're my home too, love," he reciprocates as he plants kisses in your hair.

You turn in his arms so that your noses are an inch apart and you’re staring right into his hazelnut eyes. “Let’s get married,” you whisper happily.

“That’s my line,” he says as he rubs his nose against yours. “I accept, nonetheless. We’ll go down to the jewelers once we get back to the states and pick you ou-“

You cut him off by quickly pressing your lips to his. After retracting, you speak again, “No. I don’t wanna until we’re back in the states!”

“Well, I suppose we could find a chapel sometime later this wee-“

“THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND,” you say his full name to grab his attention.

He looks at you quizzically.

“I cannot spend another second not married to you,” you say as your smile grows wider.

His lips turn upward as well. “It’s the middle of the night, y/n. What do you propose we do? Where are you going?”

You’re already up and out of the bed slipping your shoes on with one hand and googling something on your phone with the other.

“Don’t just lay there! Put your shoes on and call Haz! We’re gonna need a witness...” you begin to mumble as you walk around his room for looking for something, not really knowing what.

He’s totally lost but follows your lead all the same. “Even if I get Haz, who’s gonna marry us at this hour?”

“Are your parents heavy sleepers?” He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak but he’s cut off as you start yelling. “EVERYBODY WAKE UUUUPPPP!!!”

Tom can hear your yelling getting further away as you leave the room and run through the house. Sleepy and grumpy boys shuffle from their rooms rubbing their eyes. While Nikki and Dominic, look concerned as their door flings open.

“What’s going on? What’s happened??”

You turn around quickly to face them. “Tom and I are getting married tonight! And we want the two of you to marry us!” You announce.

Everyone’s faces fall into shocked expressions. Tom finally comes out of the room, phone pressed to his ear. Presumably, on the phone with Harrison.

“Give them whatever they want. We’re doing this thing,” he chuckles as he looks at you adoringly.

You beam proudly. “Okay so you two just click this button right here and you’ll be ordained to marry us!” You jump excitedly with the phone, making it hard for them to press.

It doesn’t take long for Harrison to drive over in his pajamas, still not believing Tom when he said he’s getting married by his parents at 1 in the morning. But, when he walks in and sees you all standing in the wedding positions in the living room he grins.

“So this is a real thing?” He claps Tom on the back as he stands next to his dad and mom. He simply nods, beaming with excitement.

You’re practically vibrating out of your pajamas, you’re so ecstatic. The extremely small ceremony begins and you blush the whole time, eyes never leaving Tom’s.

Finally, and mercifully, it was time for vows.

He looks surprised. “I have nothing prepared-“

“You always do best when you improvise,” you encourage him.

He smiles gratefully at you, seemingly knowing the exact words he’s gonna say now.

“Y/n...you have never once questioned or doubted my ability to do anything. And I mean, anything. Like even the things I was one hundred percent sure I couldn’t do. Just as you have absolute faith in me, I have absolute faith in you. I am one hundred percent sure that you are the only one for me. You accept and love me for who I am, and not what I am...”

You can’t help but tease him a little. “Frog and all,” you giggle. He rolls his eyes, chuckling.

“Frog and all...When I’m with you...we have crazy adventures with lots of laughs even in what seems like a boring situation. You are the only person I would ever want to get married to at 1 am in our pajamas in my living room because you are absolutely the only person I know that would roast me during our vows. I promise to always be your home, even when we aren’t together. I promise to love and support you as you do me. Forever.”

He smiles softly at you. You sniffle, not being able to contain the pure happiness you felt when he said those things. “Don’t cry, love. You’re gonna make me do it, too,” he warns.

You take a deep breath, composing yourself in order to be able to speak.

“Tom...I have never once questioned or doubted you because you have never once proven me wrong about how amazing and wonderful you are. You do those things that you’re one hundred percent sure you can’t and you show me that the impossible is possible. I’ve never met anyone as kind or as understanding as you...”

Your lip quivers and you take a breath again.

“Even though we have crazy adventures and lots have laughs...you don’t stop loving me when I have bad days. The days that I can’t see anything but gray, you sit with me in silence until I can see the colors again. You are the only person who would let me roast them during our vows and yet love me more for it. Your promise is already kept because you are my love, my heart, and my home. I promise to be yours as well. And I promise to love and support you as you do me. Always.”

He reaches over to swipe a tear off of your cheek with his thumb and you do the same to him. You both lean into the other’s hand as they continue, noticing how misty-eyed everyone else has become.

“Do you, Thomas Stanley Holland, take y/n y/m/n y/l/n to be your partner and companion, as long as you both shall live?” Nikki asks trying to keep her voice from faltering.

“Oh, absolutely. I do.” He chuckles.

You begin jumping a bit in your spot, the anticipation killing you.

“Do you, y/n y/m/n y/l/n, take Thomas Stanley Holland to be your partner and companion, as long as you both shall live?” Dominic asks you, having the same quiver in his voice as Nikki.

“Forget as long as we live! You can’t get rid of me that easy, Holland. If I die first, I’m haunting you, and I expect you to do the same!�� You chuckle.

Dominic clears his throat a little.“Oh! Yes. I do, I do, I do, I FRICKING do!”

Speaking in harmony his parents close the ceremony. “You may now kis-“

Like supercharged magnets, Tom’s hand finds the back of your neck to connect you to his lips in the softest yet most passionate kiss the two of you had ever shared. Your family claps and cheers in the background as he dips you, kissing you deeper.

“To think...you were scared of meeting my family, y/n,” he says as he looks deeply into your eyes after lifting you up.

You shrug, the giddiness on your face evident. “You’re the one that told me I had nothing to fret. They’re our family now,” you say with a happy sigh.

He rests his forehead against yours as the two of you fall into a fit of giggles.

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