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hauntedpearl · 2 years

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in the good spn in my head, dean and cas sneak off to cuddle between cases all the time and everyone knows about it and no one says anything.

and i don't mean, like, you know. they're hooking up or together or anything. i mean literally just. hold hands. or lie together. hug each other. simple acts of physical comfort. like that one skrog comic where cas reads the parenting books and offers dean a hug!

i think it'll start out very randomly, very unconscious. maybe somewhere in late s9, after the whole angel army thing and the Ezekiel/Gadreel thing. they're probably just hanging out together, watching a movie or something. and Dean is so tired. he's so so so tired. he just wants to rest, you know? so he doesn't notice when he starts leaning against Cas, and notices even less when he passes out and slides down into his lap. Cas, for his part is both exhilarated and scared by the proceedings so he just kind of sits all still and unmoving, one hand holding dean's shoulder so he doesn't fall on his face when he's the trying to roll over and the other resting very lightly in his hair. cas thinks it's soft. Dean's hair is soft and not rough to touch. that feels like a miracle, somehow.

when they wake up dean is suuuuuper weird about it, but then he also realizes he's slept better than he has in ages. logically, it's because he's got another breathing body in the room with him. that's always been a source of comfort. but at this point, he also knows himself and he knows that the other half of it is because that body is Cas' and his monkey brain curled up in his fantasy world where this was a regular normal occurence. but anyway. yes at first he's like haha lol weird and awkward, but then cas looks at him like 🥺🥺🥺 and dean's spine is literally a pool noodle in general when it comes to cas things so he gives up the ghost.

it's a slow and stilted start, but it escalates very quickly. first they're reluctantly sitting on the couch in the dean cave together in a way their shoulders touch, and dean awkwardly lies on cas' lap all the while his brain is like omg his dick is right there, which, you know, not very helpful. but then cas will stroke his hair or his arm and his brain is static — the good kind— and he slips into sleep so easily. a few months later, they barely think before dean's maneuvering himself against the arm of the couch and cas settles between his legs, his back to dean's chest and they just cuddle all night. Then, they start going out on drives to nowhere. they'll stop at a diner sometimes, or just drive into the middle of nowhere, and then share a beer on Baby's hood wherever they stop. This ritual is sacred to dean (has only ever done it with sam [brother] and cassie [literally so in love])so he feels super nervous the first few times and then, like everything else they've been doing, it becomes habit.

Sometime around the year/year and a half mark, dean has a pretty bad nightmare and cas senses it bc he happens to be in the bunker and he shows up in his room like are you okay??? and Dean's like yeah yeah I'm good and cas is like do you want me to put you to sleep (talking about his grace) but dean's like nods. shakes his head. nods again. and cas is like ??? so dean's just like. just get in bed with me. and take off your coat. cas is confused but again, he is like a greedy lil man, so he gets into bed and holds dean until dean's sleeping, snoring against his collarbone and cas is thinking this is probably what joy is supposed to feel like.

so that becomes a regular thing.

they're essentially dating at this point, but no one says anything and they pretend like they don't have this thing going on (barely) behind the doors. they never talk about it, they never talk to anyone about it. but it's happening. it's like a beehive. they don't want to disturb it bc they know that whatever's behind all this is probably Chaos™ and they really don't have the spoons to deal with all that.

HOWEVER, important to note: everyone who has ever stayed at the bunker has walked in on them all cuddled up at some point or the other (Sam, Kevin, Charlie, Rowena, Mary, Eileen, CLAIRE) and they also don't say anything but this is kind of why everyone knows.

they kiss one(1) time and it's somewhere post-tombstone, pre-empty deal where things are Particularly Bad for all of them, and him and Dean are like. somewhere out in the fields. Dean's kind of drunk but he doesn't worry because Cas can always drive them back. and they're just sort of sitting there watching the sun set or sth. and Dean, seemingly randomly kisses him. it's kind of intense and crazy and Cas kisses him back but that's pretty much it. they don't talk about it that day, and they don't talk about it the days after that and the next time they sneak out, it's all back to normal.

But when Cas seeks out Dean's space, Dean doesn't stop him. Like he'll scoot across the front bench and just mold himself into Dean's side and Dean will drape an arm over his shoulder and they pretend like that's Normal and Doesn't Mean Anything.

Once, when they're in Dean's bed and Dean is holding Cas, he asks him, "don't you ever want more?" and Cas wants to say that he wants everything. he wants every atom that makes up Dean. but he also doesn't want to shatter whatever this fragile thing is. He's content with this too. he also knows that dean's gratitude is twisted and he will fold himself into roles he doesn't want for others. but the thing is, he doesn't fully understand what Dean is asking him. what he's telling him. so all he says is "You're my best friend." that's just as much of a confession. but they're speaking different languages and they still haven't learnt how to translate. dean just sighs, presses a barely there kiss to the back of Cas' neck and goes. "thanks, cas. you're my best friend, too." and that's that.

the deal - jack- Michael, all of it is a blur. all of it happens together. they stop the joyrides after that, finding excuses whenever they do have the time to do something else. movie nights are still sacred, and sometimes dean will let cas in his room when the nightmares are worse, but it's not the same..they're both holding things back — dean, the future he knows he wants now without a doubt but feels like he can't have and cas, the deal that'll kill him because he thinks Dean might want the same things. it's the most fucked up little tragedy.

after the empty takes cas and chuck is gone and they get him back, dean's like. what the fuck. and cas is like it's okay you didn't have to say it back i didn't expect you to and dean is like *I* asked you..before everything. i ASKED you. and cas is like but i don't want you to do it just for me and dean is like WTF DO YOU MEAN JUST FOR YOU i was there the whole time!! i kissed you!! and cas is like YOU WERE UPSET and dean's like we were literally dating!!! you just had to say something!!! and cas is like why didn't YOU say something then and dean is like I DID ASK and they go around in circles for like an hour before they start crying and hugging and dean is like i love you I love you so much i don't know what to do with it and cas is like i didn't know. i didn't know. and then they kiss.

PS: this is also why jack 100% thinks they're together and is very confused when they make the announcement officially because he thought they just didn't kiss in front of him. because like. sometimes moms and dads don't do that! like in tv shows!!!

#hahahah this got away from me but i don't regret it!!!#spn headcanons #destiel ficlet #doe is talking again

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beyondspaceandstars · 1 year

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valentine's day with bucky

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Enjoy this quick little headcanon I thought of randomly while on break at work lmao I thought it was cute and themed well :) idk it's super short, probably stupid, but i wanted to do something for today and this is all what popped in my head

Before meeting someone, Bucky probably had little to no interest in valentines day in the modern world

Back in his day, though, he’d have a plethora of valentines. Was happy to give women flowers, take them out, have dinner, the whole thing. He’d rarely be a man without a date on that special day in February.

But times had changed and for a few valentines days, the holiday would come and go without Bucky even realizing it. Sure, he’d see the displays in stores and the couples going out, but he’d shrug it off.

Until he met you and suddenly valentines day had a purpose again

During your first together, I feel that Bucky would go a little overboard with it and you’d appreciate it but kind of also not take much note of it. In your experience, guys would go all out on the first valentines day but then by the second or third or fourth (if it ever got that far was rare) the enthusiasm would slowly die down

This was absolutely not the case for Bucky. The man absolutely adored valentines day

It always started right in the morning. You’d wake up to breakfast in bed. The only thing that would change is the type of breakfast. One year it was heart-shaped pancakes and then the next it was French toast with whipped cream and pink sprinkles.

At one point you showed him those mini waffle makers that can make waffles in pretty much any shape. (You got heart-shaped waffles that year.)

The breakfast was always quite impressive because Bucky was not exactly too up-to-date on cooking in the modern age. The variety of foods still sometimes could be overwhelming but he enjoyed trying anything when in the right mood. Often, though, he stuck to the basics and you appreciated that.

With breakfast would come your first gift: flowers. Bucky found very quickly that flowers had not gone out of style (it's canon, so) and when you two first started dating, he latched onto them as a sort of "safe" gift.

You never minded and sometimes your apartment could look like a greenhouse with all the flowers Bucky was gifting you over time, but you happily accepted them on valentines day. He always got you roses on valentines day.

Bucky is also definitely the type to make plans for you two on the holiday but then ask if you would like to do anything. He knows the day is really just about spending time with one another and showering each other in love but he wants to make sure you enjoy it completely, in every aspect.

He’d be very big on taking you out for dinner. I think once he got more comfortable in the modern age he’d be all for going out for a nice fancy dinner. He might need some advice, especially from Sam, on wardrobe and hairstyles but he’d be so excited to take you out all dolled up and show you off

"Jesus, how did little ole me end up with you?" Bucky would ask after letting out an obnoxious whistle when he saw you in your underwear trying to put on mascara.

"Bucky, I look insane right now."

"Impossible, sweetheart."

Bucky would probably be someone who enjoyed watching you get ready. I think he’d be amazed by all the modern makeup and outfits available for women to wear. He’d notice every detail of your outfit. He’d easily be the most attentive partner ever

After dinner is when you and Bucky would exchange gifts

Jewelry was also another thing Bucky felt was always a safe gift and he really enjoyed seeing you wearing pieces he bought you. You hadn’t been much of a jewelry wearer before Bucky but his enthusiasm for it definitely gave you a different perspective on it

Chocolates would be another safe, little cliche gift, but Bucky would also try to get adventurous with his gift-giving. Like I said, he’s attentive, so when there’d be even something small missing in your life, he’d try to help. From sweaters (because you complained about how cold your office is) to mugs (because you broke one that one time like six months ago), Bucky was always trying to show he cared and listened and wanted you to be at your happiest with him

On the flip side, gifts for Bucky could be incredibly tough. He’d always insist he didn’t want anything but how could you not when he was throwing gifts at you every valentines day

You’d go the typical route of getting him like a watch or a sweater. You’d try, even though you didn’t know what a man who had been through what he had would enjoy. You never got the impression that Bucky cared much for his own material possessions so you had to sometimes get creative with gifts. You’d given him a mini-vacation once, some gift cards. Once you got him one of those "name a star" certificates because he couldn’t hide his little nerdy side, and he found it quite humorous that he had a star named after him.

"Maybe one day I’ll fight an alien or something in space and get to see it."

"Bucky, I don’t know if that’s funny or not because it could happen with your track record."

In general, for the overall day, he would be so lovey-dovey, much more than usual which you were surprised was possible at all

He’d drown you in kisses, affirmations, wandering hands… You were completely spoiled by him and, of course, you had no trouble returning the favor

The day was about couples after all and despite Bucky’s protests that he didn’t need anything special for himself, that he enjoyed just making sure you were happy, that your love and appreciation were all he needed, you’d still try to spoil him as well

Others would of course give you two a bit of a hard time with how much you’d go all out for valentines day but you didn’t care in the slightest. It was such a happy, blissful moment

Truly, every day with him felt like valentines day, but that one day in February felt a tiny bit special, and the shininess was not wearing off any time soon

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brainrotdoberealhuh · 7 months

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brain vomit

hi so i was thinking "wouldnt it be cool if there was a dpxyj comic and then my brain started to vomit idea so i'll just leave em here

AU where danny’s parents finding out he’s ghost dosnt go too well and he ends up running away and ends up joining the young justice team or just a general crossover between dc and the young justice

*phantom planet isn’t canon at least not until later

*danny probably gets adopted by bruce

*there is also the route of them not hurting him but telling him to leave, maybe the GIW convinces them to work with them and haunt him later on or they help save him from the GIW but he decides to stay with the team since they are his family now and the fentons still hurt him and did hunt him like the GIW

*if we go the reveal dosnt go well route then danny probably wont be very trusting especially with the heroes since they work with the government and the anti ecto acts exist, he’ll probably meet them ad help them the disappear after

>danny runs away with his bags and after flying for a long while lands on a random roof cuz he’s drained and tired, he just collapses and wakes up some hours later (its night) he flys again and looks for abandoned buildings till he finds a place, he takes his essentials out then phases the bags into the roof so they’re hidden and finally it sets in and he breaks down for a while till the fenton-phone he has rings and he gets surprised then answers and immedietly sam and tuckers swarm him with questions if he’s okay and what happened so he tells them and now that you mention it he has a wound from before that he’s yet to treat, he’s been so emotionally and mentally drained he forgot about it, they ask him and he says he honestly dosnt know he just flew as fast as he could and tucker says its probably for the best if he dosnt say just in case the call is spied on and sam tells him to take care of his wound and to rest and to check back with them and danny agrees and they tell him they’ll update him on how things go with his parents and amity and with that the call ends with cyas and take cares, after the call ends danny just sighs and gets up to grab a bag from the seilling and takes his medical supplies and starts to take care of his wound then decides to sleep

>danny meets the young justice while they are on a mission fighting near a warehouse with a part of it having collapsed from a explosion which is what caught danny’s attention while he was flying around to clear his head even tho he’s supposed to be resting since he’s still healing, he floats there watching while invisible for a little bit before seeing one of the team members in a very tight spot and he freezes the goons which surprises everyone then he goes on to freeze some more goons, the team is confused and the goons are confused so they start shooting frantically and randomly yelling for whoever it is to show themselves and danny gets hit with one of their attacks which surprises him and knocks him out of invisibility for a bit (maybe a energy or electricity based gun), he quickly goes back into invisibility saying “that was uncalled for” and he freezes them then says “cya” to the team before flying away while someone from the team calls for him to wait

>danny goes back to his hiding place and lays down “man I probably shouldn’t have done that”

>somethings happen and danny meets some justice league members (batman-superman-flash-wonder woman-martian manhunter), usually he would be very excited but he was very nervous. What if they decided he’s a threat or worse handed him over to the GIW and they notice his nervousness, for a while he’s a honorary member and is hesitant about joining the team but after a bit he opens up abit and tells them about the ghosts, anti ecto laws and the hunters and ofc batman hears about this and begins investigating and talks to danny about them to get more details (the team and JL think danny Is a full ghost at this point)

>danny gets captured by the GIW (his parents either help capture him or help save him, maybe by giving the GIW location or info to the team or just busting the place with the help of jazz and sam and tucker, tucker would probably hack the JL\ team computer to give them the info) danny getting saved by his team shows him that they genuinely care about him and he accepts them as his new family, after recovering he’s abit nervous but he tells the team about the fact that he’s half human too and his parents, they tell him they understand and that they cant wait to meet him other half

>the JL come to check on danny and how he’s doing and to give him an update on how things are going with taking the acts down, they’ve arranged a conference which superman will be taking care of and they want danny to be there to represent the ghosts and answer at least some questions to at least shut some mouths and satisfy some minds which danny reluctantly agrees to go to, he lets superman talk before joining him on stage and talking aswell, after its done superman puts his hand on his shoulder and tells him he did well which calms danny’s nerves abit >in the end the acts get taken down, danny joins the team and smiles sadly at the place he’s bee crashing him throughout all of this before taking his bags and flying to his new home. Then maybe a special with the phantom team meeting the YJ team or at least them visiting danny since its been a while and also danny chewing out superma cuz of how he treats conner at the start and the team meets dani :D (that is a very important part idc >:D 2 in 1 gremlin backage baby)

note : idk if i'll expand on this but i really hope i do xD maybe even draw a comic of it myself if my self confidence dosnt get in the way or at the very least turn it into a fanfiction.

also english isnt my first language so uuh sorry for any spelling mistakes

any ways.....what do you guys think of the idea of a comic crossover between dp and yj or dc in general

(i did not reread this before posting it :'>)

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #danny phantom

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theanxiousghostartist · 16 days

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TMAGP 11 SPOILERS BELOW!!!

I'm going to try to organize this to make all my thoughts less chaotic, but I apologize if this is still a mess 😅

Celia: So Celia randomly woke up in the middle of nowhere, I wonder if it's something to do with the Web. After all, Celia has implied that she was from the TMA universe, so maybe the Web is trying to get her to do something for it, as it's the last connection to TMA's universe Or could it be possible that she was unconsciously heading to Hilltop Road, where the portal was? Furthermore, who is Jack? Is he a partner or friend? Or could he be someone from the TMA universe that got pulled into this universe like Celia? Or is he someone important to her back in the TMA universe? Could he be someone she has turned to for her research on portal and other universes? Celia lied about where she was and why she was late, two questions: Why and does this have to do with Jack and/or her waking up in the middle of nowhere?

Lena and Gwen Debrief: They enjoy when you scream? Lena!! Are you confirming they are Avatars???? Also, "watch the caseload?" Does that mean Mr. Bonzo is going after one of the OIAR employees? Colin, Alice, and Celia are good possibilities.

* Colin because he "knows too much" and Lena has kept pushing him away from work, this could be her next step.

* Alice because she describes being followed, so this very well could be Mr. Bonzo. Also, she was at the ruins with Sam and could know more than she lets on.

* Celia because she is probably from the TMA universe and could know a lot. Also, her waking up in random places could be a result of a mark of a fear or a fear, like the Web trying to protect her.

* Sam also is a possibility, but I feel like, besides Gwen, he is least likely as he is really struggling to figure everything out.

Alice: Alice has been really paranoid this episode. I wonder if it is the Eye marking her like in MAG60. Or maybe it was [Redacted]? Or Mr. Bonzo?

Statement: First off, yay Ink5oul!!/pos The body looked perserved, and the tattoo was of the sea. Could this be a Flesh/Vast combo? Also, the ME died after observing the body, possibly Gordie as well, I wonder if the tattoo acted as an artifact or a Leitner. Also, I wonder if the tattooist(s) (Oscar Jarret and Sutherland Macdonald) Ink5oul mentioned were past Avatars or even their mentor.

#tmagp spoilers #tmagp speculation #tmagp theory #tmagp podcast #tmagp #tmagp 11 #tmagp 11 spoilers #the magnus protocol spoilers #the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol theory #the magnus protocol 11 #the magnus protocol 11 spoilers #theory #podcast

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shamelesslyshippingocxcanon · 1 year

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Bucky x Reader: Wakanda

Let's face the fact that Wakanda Bucky is a dandere. He's soft and shy, and basically blushes if you talk to him

You'd be: A) This Wakandan person, whether native or adopted by SoMeOne, or B) You're this CIA agent who gets to tag along with Ross during the Wakanda-opens-up-to-the-world thing

cough cough that's the best thing to do with an OC shipped with Bucky cough cough

You're anyhow amazed at the place. It's not every day you see friendly rhinos, a black panther, a genius princess, and female warriors with Starbucks cups

I also headcanon that Okoye almost quit the Dora unless T'Challa made a Starbucks in Wakanda

And Bucky is on the list of amazing things

The first time he saw you, he was pretty sure he was hallucinating or something, you looked...different than the Wakandans he met

Shuri is the first one to catch one, you guys

"Oh! Y/n! Meet Bucky! He's this brainwashed ass-"

"Shuri!" He gets really flustered

"Y/n Y/n/l, work at CIA"

He vaguely might recall you from the area

"Pleased to meet you...Y/n"

He doesn't realize it's a crush till Steve and Natasha and Sam visit, they immediately start teasing (Nat and Sam) laughing randomly (Sam), and giving advice (Steve and Nat)

He shows up with small excuses like 'Um...Zazu the guy from the coffee shop said you missed the coffee break, and I got it for you' and 'Shuri said you have to go back to the lab...you want me to come with you?'

It's adorable

But one night you accidentally hear him while having a nightmare, you were walking outside peacefully. And you heard him, of course, you're a good person. So you went over and woke him up.

And of course, Bucky is god damned embarrassed, and he doesn't sleep with his arm and shirt on.

But you're more worried about him than the arm and the shirt, you ask him a bunch of questions

"Are you okay Bucky?"

"Yeah...I'm fine, I'm fine"

As you start to leave the blurts out if you could stay with him. Which makes you stop in your tracks. He curses himself for talking and tries to apologize.

But you accept to his surprise. Why wouldn't you?

He doesn't have to wake up all night. Best sleep ever, and you KINDA cuddle.

It would be an awesome moment to just...say you both really like each other

It slips away

But! He does come to you when he has nightmares, and you come to him with problems. Ending up spending so much time together.

He can't ask you out, not now, he's afraid of scaring you away, you're his whole world.

But you LOVE him, not like him.

Bucky and you start getting closer, hugs get a bit more common, and he actualy kisses you one time, on the forehead, a surprise for both

Shuri literally is going to die, she's gonna resort to stalking

"JUST KISS ALREADY YOU TWO!"

"But Shuri, we do."

"WAHTTT-"

"Platonically Shuri."

Also, headcanon that Ramonda adopted Bucky

At this point, every single person in Wakanda ships you two, even the goats seem determined to push you two tougher, literally.

"Which was this ass?"

"Uh...I think it's Rumlow...?"

"You named a goat after a HYDRA agent??"

"Rumlow was the first jerk I thought of."

Finally, he asked you out. T'Challa threw a massive party in the palace, Bucky steered away and bumped into you on the top floor of the palace you looked...amazing, as you always did though

So, he manages to get himself together before talking to you

He's still shy, and he's probably gonna ramble for a bit before getting to the point.

"I really like you- Actually...I think...I love you..."

Your brain takes a minute to process it, and he's already apologizing

"I mean, you really don't have to do anything, I just had to put it out there an-"

"It's okay. Cause...I love you too."

#bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #wakanda bucky #wakanda bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #y/n #bucky x reader headcanons #wakanda bucky headcanons

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Little Darlin’

Pups AU. An Anon said “the Sam sleep aid fic but with Micah” and they were so right. This has been sitting half-finished in my drafts for probably two months or something but it’s done now! 1.9k words

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The now-familiar sound of shifting magic woke Sam from his sleep. His eyes snapped open and he turned, expecting the other side of the bed to be empty.

But his mate was still there, sleeping soundly. Eyes closed and face relaxed.

Sam took a deep breath. “Micah…” he sighed.

With one smooth, swift movement, he swung out of bed and replaced the covers. His mate didn’t wake up. They’d gotten used to his nocturnal habits getting him out of bed randomly and often slept right through it, if they weren’t awake with him.

He thought, at first, as he crept out of their bedroom, that he’d have to take off out of the house at top speed in order to catch up with his daughter.

But as he snuck down the stairs to not wake his mate, he caught something he hadn’t expected to see out of the corner of his eye.

A large grey-and-black wolf curled up on the floor in front of the fireplace, head resting on front paws. Amber eyes half-lidded but glowering at the wall. Wearing a pair of short athletic shorts and a black tank top. “Micah?” Sam asked gently, padding down the last few steps of the stairs.

The wolf’s head popped off her paws.

Sam crossed the living room and sat, cross-legged, on the floor beside her. He reached out and set a hand on her head, scratching behind her ear. He heard the happy whine she mostly stifled as she leaned into the touch.

“What’re ya doin’ on the floor as a wolf this late?” Sam asked.

She huffed what was almost a sneeze out her nose, shaking her head.

“Why don’t you turn back into my little girl and we can talk?”

Micah rolled her eyes, but pushed herself up onto all fours and sat on her haunches.

A moment later, a fourteen-year-old girl with wavy vibrant blue hair was kneeling on the floor beside him.

“What’s wrong, little darlin’?”

“You haven’t called me that in a while,” she muttered.

Sam opened his arms. Micah immediately climbed into her dad’s lap and let him wrap her up in a hug. She put one arm around him too, resting her head on his chest. “Let me guess. One of those nights you just can’t sleep?” he suggested.

She nodded. “Yeah,” she replied quietly. “I’ve been tossing and turning for hours.”

Sam chuckled and threaded his fingers into her hair, scratching her scalp and tugging a little on her locks. “You don’t have to put on that fake accent around me, kid,” he reminded her. “I’m the reason you talk the way you do in the first place.”

Micah cleared her throat. “Habit,” she said, dropping the West Coast accent.

“I don’t know why you pretend to sound like everyone else ‘round here. It’s not like you’ve ever cared what others think of you or fittin’ in.”

Micah just grunted and shrugged.

Sam chuckled and held her tighter. “You sound so much like—”

“I know. I know. Your mate. I’ve heard it before. A lot.”

“Well it helps that your brother sounds more and more like me the longer he’s been a vampire. Keepin’ you an’ his progeny from gettin’ into too much trouble. So, by contrast, you soundin’ like my partner just… feels normal.”

“Their blood,” Micah grumbled.

“I know.” Sam rocked his daughter back and forth. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re my little girl—I love you just as you are.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Micah said softly.

Sam picked her up and moved over to the couch. He’d been a vampire for… closing in on thirty years. His fourteen-year-old daughter who was 5’6” and still growing wasn’t even a struggle for him to hold.

He sat them both down and dragged the afghan off the back of the couch, slinging it over Micah and wrapping her up. “How’s that?” he asked.

Micah snuggled against Sam’s torso. “Comfy,” she mumbled.

Sam smiled and moved his hand so he was scratching behind her ear. His daughter immediately melted. He knew if he smiled or chuckled she’d grumble—a habit she had, unfortunately, picked up from both of her parents—so he did his best to stay quiet. “This alright?” he asked instead.

She nodded lazily. “Mmhmm.”

“Thought you’d be a little more… contrarian,” he said.

Micah just shrugged. “Shifter. Wolf’s not that deep under the surface. Scratching behind the ear makes the wolf feel good. Might as well not fight it.”

“That’s where you and my partner differ.”

“Just because I’m mostly like them doesn’t mean I’m not a lot like you too.”

“I know, kiddo. Trust me.”

Micah hummed and turned her head toward Sam’s chest, pressing her nose into his pajama T-shirt. He kept scratching lightly behind her ear.

“Anythin’ you wanna talk about?” Sam asked. “Anythin’ on your mind, keepin’ you awake?”

She shrugged. “Not really. Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, if there’s anythin’ you wanna talk about, I’m here to listen. No lectures involved.” Sam perched his chin on top of her head, tightening his hold around her. “I’m your dad. I’m here for you. No matter what. Even if I lecture you a lot.”

“I know. And I know you lecture me because you’re trying to keep me safe and do what’s best for me.” She sounded so tired. Sam closed his eyes. He could just use a bit of magic to make her fall asleep, but knowing Micah, she’d say no if he offered. She tried very hard not to let anyone use magic on her if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.

“Yeah. And maybe sometimes I’m wrong. Sometimes you know what’s best for you more’n I do. But I’m tryin’.”

“I appreciate that, Dad. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo.”

He started to hum, rocking Micah back and forth. When she was just a little girl, he always used to sing Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles because it knocked her out. It was why he called her little darlin’ when he was feeling particularly sappy, rather than just her name or kiddo. He started humming it again as he rocked her. She sighed in contentment and burrowed into her dad’s chest, holding on to him tight.

“You smell good,” she muttered, muffled by his shirt, while he hummed.

“Like…?” Sam prompted.

“Safe.” She sniffed. “Wolf knows which scents mean safety and which ones mean possible danger. I come home and I smell the house and my family and the wolf knows she’s safe.”

Sam closed his eyes, resting his cheek on Micah’s head and holding her a little tighter. “You’ll always be safe and home here,” he said softly.

“I know, Dad.”

“Hey,” he offered, “wanna mug-a cocoa? Think that would help you sleep?”

Micah shrugged. “Sure,” she replied.

Sam scooped her up and took her into the kitchen, setting her down on the counter island. He bustled around, filling the electric kettle and getting out her favorite mug—a large one she’d painted as a kid in a mostly-blue attempt at making it look tie-dyed with her name across it diagonally in Sam’s handwriting. He put the powder mix in the mug with a spoon—and added some caramel-flavored powdered coffee creamer when Micah wasn’t looking. Her older siblings liked the creamer, so they tended to keep some in the house.

When the electric kettle was finished, he poured the steaming water into her mug—and then poured some into a separate, dark burgundy mug with a tea bag. He handed the hot chocolate to Micah. She set it on the counter next to her and tried not to wince at how the already-scorching ceramic burned at her fingertips.

“So…” Sam started, steeping the tea. “How are your pack gremlin friends?”

Micah snickered. “Danny and Natalie are fine,” she replied. “Yesterday, at least.”

“Anythin’ interestin’ happenin’ with ‘em?”

“Natty got sent to the VP’s office again.”

“What? Why?”

“Remember last year when she took the fireball to the side to protect Danny?”

“‘Course. I healed that burn myself.”

Micah nodded. She remembered it vividly too. “Well… this time she got sent to the VP’s office for defending me.”

“You?”

“Mmhmm.”

“She do that to stop you from gettin’ violent?”

“No. I, uh, I actually wasn’t there.” Micah shook her fingers through her hair. “She overheard some boys in her grade talking about me. She didn’t tell me what exactly they said, but she said it wasn’t polite or chivalrous. So she grabbed them both, slammed them into the lockers, and snarled that if they ever so much as thought about disrespecting me again, she’d, uh… she’d rip off their…” Micah gestured vaguely toward the groin area.

Sam snorted so hard he almost spilled the mug of tea. “That… does not surprise me about little Natty Shaw. I mean, she’s so much like David’s mate—shares their fire.”

Micah smiled. “Yeah. She's a lot like David too though.”

Sam took a deep breath. “She is,” he agreed. “I know the rest of the pack is under the impression Gabriel’s gonna be the next alpha but… honestly it wouldn’t surprise me, at this point, if Natty is. Once she’s grown up a bit.”

Micah thought about that. “The Natty I know…” She snickered. “She’d be one chaotic alpha.”

“Maybe. But she’s smart and she’s tough and she’s ready to protect her pack at all costs when she’s only had her wolf for… what, three years now?”

“Something like that.”

At that moment, the stairs creaked. Sam smiled. “Figured you’d hear the bubblin’ and come join, darlin’,” he remarked as his mate entered the kitchen. He passed the burgundy mug—their favorite—over to them. They took it and took a sip of the tea, not caring that it hadn’t cooled off much yet.

They chuckled. “You know me so well.” They gave Sam a long, soft kiss on the cheek while Micah put her hand over her eyes and pretended to gag.

She acted like her parents’ affection was gross, but in reality, she loved seeing how much they loved each other. She hoped she found a relationship as close and loving as theirs one day.

Micah picked up her mug and tested the hot chocolate. It was still a little too hot to drink. She slid off the counter and out of the kitchen, leaving her parents alone. Even though the whole house was awake—her siblings living in their own house not too far away—the dark stillness of the night made her feel like she needed to tiptoe. So she did. She tiptoed back to the living room and sat on the rug in front of the fireplace.

Her parents’ soft voices drifted from the kitchen. Micah couldn’t make out what they were saying.

After a bit, her shifter parent went back upstairs. Micah sipped the hot chocolate. It had finally cooled down.

Sam returned to the living room and plopped down beside her. She snuggled into his side again. Once she finished her hot chocolate, she closed her eyes.

Sam went back to humming.

It took Micah all of two minutes to fall asleep.

Smiling slightly, Sam scooped her up, and took her back upstairs. Tucking her into bed gently, he kissed her forehead, brushed her hair out of her face, and slid out of the room. “G’night, little darlin’.”

“Night Dad,” Micah muttered in her sleep.

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Pups AU #Redacted Sam #Micah Collins #Sam Collins #Redacted Darlin'#Sam #Starlit Fic

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Oh hey, it's been a while. I've shot 10 rolls of 35mm pictures over the last couple of years, and I'd like to think that I've been getting better at it.

Everything shot on a Pentax K1000 with Fuji Superia 400 color film.

Chicago, during my summer 2021 cross-country road trip. Unfortunately the roll that I rapidly loaded at Oshkosh didn't turn out, so I missed out on the second half of this trip including the Badlands and other points West. Still bummed out about that, I got some great shots of bighorn sheep and the plains.

My friends Victor and Doc Brian at a WWII event at Eisenhower's farm in Gettysburg, October 2022. Yeah, I didn't shoot much between 2021 and 2022, that missing roll took a lot of damage. Most of the stuff from here on is reenacting, I haven't had a chance to go hiking with the camera really.

My friend Sam at the US Army Heritage and Education Center's open house, October 2022.

Part of the WWII Pacific encampment at WWII Weekend 2023 in Reading, PA. My largest reenacting event of the year, and one of my favorite. They park a B-25 in front of our camp, and every morning I wake up to see it filling the view out of the end of my pup tent. It rained for two days of the event this year so I didn't get many chances for photos.

Another event in Pennsylvania in summer 2023, they had a Huey land at the edge of the event field and I got the chance for a great photo. Too bad I only went for the single shot.

Home sweet home for the weekend. It was miserably hot and we didn't have a good source of water for three days, but at least the fighting position gave us some shade.

My friend Logan portraying our platoon leader. I've been trying to take more portrait shots these days, and I love how these turned out.

Tank Farm 2023 in Nokesville VA, in what turned out to be the final year of the event. I'm so happy this one turned out, the light meter wasn't working and so I just shot randomly.

Words can't describe how much I'm going to miss this event. Us reenactors got were allowed free reign of 30+ armored vehicles for two days and nights. I was able to climb into so many rare vehicles and meet so many great people over the four years I attended.

There are a couple other rolls of specific events that I'll probably make a post for over on my other account so I don't just spam pics here. I have nine more rolls of Fuji Superia 400 in my freezer that I got for cheap and another two rolls in my cameras, so hopefully 2024 will have more landscapes and nature shots in the mix instead of just reenacting events.

#reenacting #35mm photography #photographers on tumblr #usaac goes to war

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camels-pen · 2 years

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had a dream about randomly waking up and being Conner and M'gann's future kid or smth with absolutely no clue as to how i got there and now i'm thinking of a dp yj crossover with Danny being their kid and ending up in the same scenario.

like, he has enhanced strength and has a lot of powers similar to a martian, so this could actually work p good.

Okay, i see this as going one of two ways:

Danny is actually their kid, but Danny's memories of his past life (DP canon) catch up with him and mess with the memories of his current life.

Danny is not their kid, he has no idea how he got here and why these people insist he's their son. He's half-convinced this is one of Vlad's schemes and/or that they're kidnappers. (I'm leaning more towards this one)

Either way there would probably be a lot of Danny freaking out and trying to run away as soon as he could. This includes, of course, a panicked use of his powers, which surprises Conner and M'gann enough for him to escape.

At this point, he'd try to make his way to Amity Park and either find that it doesn't exist, was completely destroyed, or there's no evidence of ghost attacks/the Fentons/Sam and Tucker/anyone Danny might recognize.

Danny... has a bit of a rough time.

Regardless of which option I choose ('actually their kid' vs 'not their kid'), the reason things are different in Amity is because this is years in the future and also a different universe. It's probably Clockwork's fault tbh.

Danny doesn't know he's in an alternate universe so he kinda just, yknow, gets real sad and falls asleep in the park or something.

Conner and M'gann get some help and track him down. They're pretty heart broken to find their little boy sleeping on a bench with clear tear tracks on his cheek. They take him back to the bioship and discuss how to talk to him when he wakes up and how to help him with his 'new powers'.

When Danny wakes up in Conner and M'gann's house, he's much more resigned and quieter than before. Kinda listless too.

He doesn't know where he is, FentonWorks was destroyed/doesn't exist so he can't go into the Ghost Zone and ask Clockwork for help, and Vlad hasn't shown his face so he's just... stuck with these people.

there'll probably be a meeting with Dinah or something after a while of Danny showing the same behaviour and eventually, maybe, perhaps everyone will figure out Danny's from an alternate universe, but for reasons I haven't determined yet, he can't go back.

Eventually Danny will realize that Conner and M'gann aren't so bad, especially compared to his real parents, and will start to warm up to them. Maybe there will be a key moment when he actually seeks out one or both of them for comfort that cements them as trustworthy adults, at the very least.

then blah blah fluff blah blah angst blah blah story and Danny warms up to them a lot more and starts thinking of them as an uncle and aunt in his head (ignoring the fact that they act more like parents than Jack and Maddie ever had)

THEN there's gonna be this big incident where every hero available is asked to help out, including Conner and M'gann, and Danny is staying with uhh, Lucas Carr or one of C&M's other friends.

Danny sneaks out to go help, obviously, and Conner and M'gann are Not Happy and trying to send him back home, but oops too late, no one can leave now because The Incident has become much Much worse and will probably destroy the Earth if they don't stop it soon.

At one point, The Incident makes a portal into the Ghost Zone, a portal that's within eyesight to Clockwork's lair, a portal that Danny could easily fly into and go home, but that would mean leaving before The Incident was resolved and he couldn't do that. He also couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

So he stays, and he fights, and he does everything he can to help.

And then

The heroes are down. Many are injured or out cold. No one is unscathed. There are only a handful of people left standing, including Danny, Conner, and M'gann.

They won't be able to resolve The Incident with just the handful of people awake and able to move. But Danny has an idea. A very very bad idea.

He looks at the portal, allows a brief moment of mourning, and then absorbs the energy of the portal into himself, literally channeling the energy of the Ghost Zone through himself, to make a huge beam or ecto-construct or massive blast of ghost ice to resolve The Incident.

The downsides to doing this is how absolutely drained he feels afterward. Oh, and by using up the portal's energy Danny caused the portal, possibly his only way home, to close.

Conner, as the strongest dude still awake and moving, watches over The Resolved Incident, and M'gann holds Danny as he mourns his home.

#nemotime #DPxDC #dp yj crossover #dp dc crossover #long post #I'm imagining this as post-YJ s4 of course #im not gonna mention spoiler stuff though #but if i ever write this... lets just say i have Ideas #there would definitely be more seperate moments of Danny with Conner and Danny with M'gann #plus Conner and M'gann are probably gonna disagree on some things here and there of course #like what im trying to say is i basically wrote them as a unit in this post but i would write them as seperate people #with differing opinions and stuff if i wrote this fic #The Incident is probably ghostly in nature #which is why Danny went after them. definitely not because he was worried about them #wow this is A Lot longer than i was expecting lmao #aw fuck #now im thinking of Danny pulling a Tim and going on a ConnerQuest like Tim's BruceQuest #man that'd be something #i cant think about this though #i cant get sucked into making another post when i already took so long making this one jshdjgadfg

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borderline-off-fangame · 1 year

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ababa random things about the game that makes me go a.

-Little Sam is actually a recycled character from a very old creepypasta I made back in the ye olde days of.. 2010-2012. the story was called ‘the girl with a plush toy’ (original i know), I hated that story and after I left the fandom, I ended up changing the character. So she became Sam!

-Max’s original concept was that he was the adoptive child of Enoch with the ability to transform into whatever being he so desired using a mask he would craft. I forgor about that concept until later on when I found my old stash of art. I might use that concept for someone else haha.

-Aleyes is based on a nightmare I had when I was young. From what I recall, the nightmare was like a movie or some shit, and it had some.. really wacky visuals, with the last thing I see before waking up crying my ass off was a wall of eyes. And that is how Aleyes was born.

-Human Seneca’s original variant had a lazy/fixed eye which faced right-side up, was also blind in that one eye. That design was a nod at the original Seneca sprite which had a very big gap between the eyes.

Which meant that even his human form was not spared from deformity. Of course that was later changed to make him appear.. a little bit normal, but malnourished regardless.

-Max’s birthday is April 23rd, he happens to share the same birthday as Sam.

-Gabriel’s original design was suppose to be a N. Fowleri variant, a humanoid variant of the brain eating amoeba created for.. well.. overthrowing humanity ofc. that was changed during the remake, where Gabriel is now a golem variant, and the N. Fowleri variant was given to Gabi. Both of them are quite self-aware, and they can exist in the same universe without a paradox occurring.

-While Max’s gender is up for interpretation (even at one point there was a theory that max had klinefelter syndrome), it’s obv known that he’s very gay for his boyfriend Puff. They have been together for almost 2 years in-game.

-In the future, Max and Puff are adoptive parents to 2 kiddos named April and June.

-Teen/Adult variant of Sam is a prodigy in music, her favorite instrument is the piano.

-Aleyes’ human variant (the one with the flesh hair) is loosely inspired from the Greek mythology of Medusa, which makes him the first character with moving hair (second is Mariam)

-Shedder’s original design happened to share an uncanny resemblance to another character from another fangame which I won’t mention (the ye olde design is changed a little bit and appears in the game), the second design was drawn by a friend after we were brainstorming for a potential design, and then Chii came in and slapped my ass with a fresh looking design.

In order

First design, dubbed Copy Cat

Second design, now dubbed Covetous

Final design, now dubbed “The First One”

concept art

The Shedder concept now spans further than my mom’s lasagna, that an entire world exists revolving around said creatures. Won’t spoil it’s intentions doe.

-Seneca is probably romantically involved with @ethaclone’s Bug. in which he tries to woo the poor guy into going against his newfound friends at first. Luckily Max tells him to piss off.

-Since Aleyes is a notorious storage unit (and a parasite at that), it begs the question of whether he is able to eat or not... the answer is yes. He may look like a walking stomach, but he’s not greedy about food in the slightest. Nourishment is the least of his worries when he’s spending his time running away from Shedder and it’s Servants.

-Terrorizer was known as Rekt Rabbit (those were the wild years, don’t ask, also the excessive bass version of bones’ ok this is the last time was used as a battle track.. help). Still kept the name Erika. Ofc she was suppose to turn against Shedder, but in the remade version I made her entirely irredeemable.

-Melon head’s name is Orodemus, that name came out randomly from a follower a few years back, and looking up the meaning of the name doesn’t.. show anything. *shrug*

-Despite Emily’s anxious appearance and personality, she can be very cunning, using her sweet talk as means to take advantage of any situation she befalls in.

-Orchid was originally to be named Hepatica (named after a flower) but changed it to Orchid last minute. In both switches and the pictures, it shows her original name which I cannot bother changing without messing something up in-game, and I am NOT in the mood for that. I also changed Roosevelt’s name, as he was originally named James Rose. He still retains his flowery tails.

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Hi Grace. I woke up in Nike puke...again. poor girl is sick.

Honestly the picture needs to be put up in a museum. It's a masterpiece! You barely waking up for that picture, posing real quick and then immediately going back to sleep. I love it. Your buddies did well, that prank was fantastic! Though you have every right to hold that grudge until the end of time for them posting it publicly on snapshat. That's truly evil.

Lol yes that's right! Force your friends to go and have fun with you. Being outside is better than getting stuck in a crowded arena. You just gotta drink enough water. Seeing the God himself will absolutely make up for it!

Thank you babe! I discovered that Sam loves yogurt. He stole it from the pigs. If Stinky, Nike and Sam (human) get together then they would dominate the world. We'd all worship them like the gods they are. Nooo not Stinky randomly bringing in a mouse 😭 why did he do that, that's so rude to you. He probably was all excited to give you a present. It's the thought that counts... Butters and Frank both decided to be an absolute menace that day. If these two team up then good luck to you.

That's what I imagine Butters to be like https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeJGvayy/

I disappeared for a few days because my birthday didn't end in the best way which just made me very sad. Then I sort of felt better but saw that Melissa got fired for speaking her opinion??? And that just made me even sadder. I absolutely adore Scream, the franchise, but after Scream 5 I fell in love with Sam. I cannot imagine Scream 7 without Sam. It doesn't work, she's the main character and Tara's sister. I'm so mad and disappointed but at least Jenna is also walking away. Scream 7 is done.

How are you doing, honey? How have you been?

I hope Nike feels better, that girl deserves the world. She just has it out for your bed though

I don’t know if I would call that picture a masterpiece 😭 I’m definitely not letting them live it down either, I’m taking it to my grave

My friends are going to have fun at Hozier and they are going to like it whether they want to or not!!

Not Sam stealing yogurt for the pigs, he was just a hungry little guy. Stinky, Nike, and Sam (human) would be the trio of the century. Stinky gets in these weird moods sometimes were all he wants to do his cause absolute hell, and that’s what he did with the mouse 😭 I also got him a new collar 2 weeks ago, and he somehow took it off. Butters and Frank are an unlikely duo, but they can cause hell together

That is basically what Butters is like; he doesn’t understand the concept of things. He JUST learned how to properly play fetch, and his birthday is in 2 days; zero thoughts go on in his brain. I left him alone for not even 5 minutes the other day, and he somehow did this

I’m sorry your birthday didn’t end the best way love. You deserve all of the happiness in the world. Melissa getting fired is completely bullshit, and now I’m worried about her getting blacklisted from Hollywood because of it. I’m so glad Jenna backed out because now that means they can’t do anything with the sisters, and I would be surprised if Neve came back after everything that’s happened, so I guess no more Scream 7

I’ve been doing good. This week has been our thanksgiving break and I’m so glad for this much needed rest. I’ve been catching up on some writing as well

#bender chats #clexa is forever ♾️

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 1 year

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thought’s SPN 03x16

No Rest for the Wicked

“Isn’t this just a random dream?” “dreaming about hellhounds again” “sorry Sam. You fuck up on that promise” “some Indiana jones level of shit here” “wait until you learn about GPS man” “that was a really lazy edit” “she’s going to slap you dude” “if they’re both half-cocked, then that’s a whole cock. That’s not supposed to sound weird but they’re brothers” “bitchy” “wasn’t expecting that” “he’s got a purdy gun” “drive an ice cream truck possibly?” “what’s that?” I’m pretty certain it’s an alternator cover

“Why the hell would it be plastic?” “It’s just a piece of plastic with two contacts. That kind of car wouldn’t have that in its body so you’re full of shit. Don’t give me that kind of crap”

It’s fun to pretend like I know what I’m talking about

“It looks like a smoke detector or something” “They’re both cowboys so it’s kinda funny. But they both are from Texas. Jared made Texas Shit Ranger, and Jensen was in that cowboy movie or something” 🎶it’s a demon…probably🎶

“Oh that’s interesting. I would have believed Dean just stabbing the guy randomly instead of being able to see the demon face” “That’s really well covered up. That’s good guys” “cake is expensive” “yay cake” “they’re eating cake in front of the daed guy” “a columbian necktie? Wow. That didn’t age well either” 🎶it’s a fkn demon probably🎶

“Just stab the bitch” “I don’t think that’s the kind of pipe for going into houses? Unless it’s for irrigation?” “that’s rather inconvenient” “Not going to wipe the blood off the knife on anything?” “this obviously isn’t going to go as planned, because don’t we awkwardly watch Lilith grow up?” “They never talk about the ugly demon faces again” “you’re not going to get the jump on her from that angle” “Oh yeah go ahead and breathe harder too. That won’t wake her up at all” “Get to the stabby stabby faster” “well thats interesting. Nice little twist” “I forgot about Bobby’s pocket watch. I like the idea of a pocket watch, but they come with a thing these days” “At least the wheels are more important than what dad taught you” “I don’t remember how it gets him” “So Lilith is more powerfuL?” Told Spouse that because of the hellhound thing that Miracle was a weird choice after all those seasons

“Is she just a regular person now?” “isn’t the vessel dead too?” “hey at least this death is better than getting pegged by a barn nail” “oh yeah this scene”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural s3 #supernatural rewatch

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leftistanalysis · 2 years

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buddhist reading recommendations

Which book I recommend depends a lot on who your are, what you want to know and where you’re coming from when it comes to the “woo.”

As a hardcore materialist atheist with no patience for magical thinking I may never have given buddhism a chance if it wasn’t because Mr. Atheist himself, Sam harris, wrote a book about meditation called “waking up” that took a lot of the religious stink out of the practice of meditation for me. Another book that does something similar is 10% happier by dan harris. That said, I think both of these books are terrible intros to what the buddha actually taught and would only recommend them if you’re a hardcore materialist atheist like I was.

Mark muesse’s “practicing mindfulness” is a ‘great courses’ audiobook exclusive on audible that has a very down to earth breakdown on ways mindfulnees can be applied to every day life situations. Mark also talks more directly about the buddha and his teachings in two other lectures “religions of the axial age.” and “confuscious, buddha, jesus, and muhhammed.” Both are excellent, but very 101.

There is no single “bible” of buddhism, but the earliest works are the pali cannon which consist in the buddhas discourses, monastic rules, and a very technical book called the abhiddhamma which we can set aside for now. The suttas are a great place to start, but even here there are like 5 books, each bigger than the bible full of randomly assorted suttas. The best way to approach them for a novice would be to pick up bikhu bodhi’s “in the buddha’s words” which is a collection of important suttas grouped together in a way that makes sense.

Walpola rahula’s magesterial “what the buddha taught” is a no nonsense breakdown of the four noble truths and absolutely essential in my opinion. The only downside is that he doesnt go too deep into the eightfold path.

To that end, bikhu bodhi’s “eightfold path” is a super short, yet super dense breakdown of the eighfold path. The four noble truth’s are the diagnosis of our current situation, the eightfold path is the prescription for the way out. This book and walpola rahulas book together would be a very complete introduction, and they are both short, quick easy reads, but a novice might be turned off by the lack of a more secular attitude.

“In this very life” is a very hardcore look at meditation. If mark muesse was an introduction to mindfulness, this is a master class. Probably not a good novice book... but also maybe a great novice book depending on who you are.

Lastly, speaking of master classes, “on the path” by bikkhu thanissaro is that for the eightfold path.

I could keep adding books for days, but the last one I’ll mention is david r loy’s “money, sex, war, karma” because it’s a collection of short, very readable essays, on the value of the buddha’s insights as they relate to issues facing us today.

Let me know which you end up reading and what you thought of them!

#buddhism

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AU where the Dream SMP never becomes a thing, and so the majority of it’s residents never meet.

Tommy? He stays in RLcraft. Tubbo? Has never left his Let’s Play world. The Muffinteers and Antfrost? As far as they know, the Manhunt worlds are the only thing they know. Skeppy’s always stuck on his server. Wilbur’s never left his sky island. Sam, Fundy, and Ranboo have never left the Cogchamp sever, why would they?

And then, something happens. The End portal glitches as Bad steps through, and suddenly, he finds himself in a different world, staring at a startled diamond golem hybrid.

They lock eyes and suddenly, the entire world seems to shift, and two things become incredibly clear.

One, they know each other. They’ve always known each other. And two, somebody has been messing with their memories, and they aren’t happy about it.

Or, reality gets messed with so that the Dream SMP never came to be-so that many of it’s residents never got to meet each other. When a glitch results in Bad and Skeppy meeting, triggering their suppressed memories, the two set out to get their server back together.

Techno, Purpled: Hypixel.

Philza: His Hardcore world.

Tommy: RLcraft.

Tubbo: His Let’s Play world.

Wilbur: His sky island.

Bad, Antfrost, George, Sapnap, and Dream: The Manhunt worlds.

Sam, Fundy, Ranboo: Cogchamp.

Charlie: His Hardest Minecraft Difficulty world from a bit back.

And so on. Considering how their lives have gone a bit differently, everyone’s a little different than they used to be.

Things:

Michael the zombie pigchild lives with Tubbo. He has vague memories of a snowy town and his other dad, but not enough to understand it, and thinks it’s just a strange reoccurring dream.

Sapnap and Bad don’t remember that they’re related. As far as they know, they’re all just friends.

Bad’s respawns are a bit longer and more painful. Nobody can figure out why(probably because his anchor is in another server and neither of them remember the other, just a thought)

Techno and Purpled get this weird feeling they should know each other. It leads to them having a silent sort of ‘you’ve got my back, i’ve got yours’ arrangement, but they don’t talk much.

Fundy is under the impression he’s an orphan. He can’t remember where he learned to play guitar.

Tubbo often keeps turning to talk to people who aren’t there. It always confuses him. Who would he even be talking to? He’s been alone his whole life.

Wilbur dreams of oceans and rivers and grass. They haunt his slumber, taunting him with the phantom feelings of sunlight that isn’t harsh, of warm seas and orchards in a snowy kingdom. It always makes him feel sad when he wakes up, back on his island, without any of it. But at least he has Milo and new Milo.

There are random areas of time that went differently, and cemented everyone staying where they were. Philza had a totem with him when he faced the baby zombie, packed on a whim. Wilbur never lost original Milo, randomly deciding to put him in a bucket first. And so on.

#dream smp #dream smp au #tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbur soot #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #antfrost #sapnap #badboyhalo #skeppy #technoblade #philza #awesamdude #fundy #ranboo #charlie slimecicle #Smp(eople)notfound AU

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stardustbarbarians · 2 years

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I Hear the River Say Your Name

Chapter 2 (ch. 1 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7)

A Josh Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: Even before you were dating, you and Josh had been friends for years. You didn't see anything changing between you anytime soon. Then one day, you wake up and Greta Van Fleet doesn't exist and Josh isn't your boyfriend.

Tags: a lot of crying, a lot of angst, implied panic attacks

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You didn’t leave your house that day. Nor did Danny, too concerned for you to feel comfortable leaving you alone. He was so patient with you, far more patient than you thought you deserved, truthfully. He comforted you as you randomly burst into tears throughout the day, so overwhelmed and confused you didn’t know what else to do.

He answered all the questions you threw at him to the best of his ability, as well. You made a mental note to thank him for all this later.

“So if you’re a professional golfer, what are the rest of the boys doing?” you ask in between bouts of crying.

“Well, Sam is running his own vegetarian restaurant, Jake plays for the men’s U.S. National soccer team, and Josh is on Broadway playing JD in Heathers,” Danny explained while handing you a glass of water.

You accept it without taking a drink, instead you just stare into it with a bittersweet pride swelling in your chest. “He always was going to end up on the stage.”

You felt your heart contract with an ache of longing. Memories of watching Josh performing on the stage at a concert replaying in your mind. It was clear he belonged up there. Not only was his voice a presence of its own, but he seemed to glow and command the attention of the room all on his own.

“He really was born to perform,” you whisper to yourself, your thumb absently rubbing the glass in your hand.

“What happened to Greta Van Fleet?”

Danny scoffed at the mention of the band. “We never left the garage.”

This made you snap your head up in Danny’s direction. Obviously the band never made it big if all the boys were in different professions, but never going anywhere with it?

“You never got signed by Republic Records?”

There was a solemn look on his face as he ran his fingers through hair. “No record labels would sign us.”

“That’s bullshit, you guys are one of the greatest bands of our generation! Why the hell not?!” How stupid were those record label people to pass on your boys??

“They didn’t think we were going to sell anything because it was so different to what was popular,” Danny grimly explained.

You just couldn’t wrap your head around that. People around the globe bought their music, they were a global sensation yet they “wouldn’t sell anything”. It made you sick.

“I know it doesn’t really mean a whole lot, but since you already think I’m crazy there’s really no harm in me saying it. You guys were touring the world and even won a Grammy. Hell, before I woke up in this fucked up alternate universe, you guys were on tour with Metallica.” It probably wasn’t as comforting as you thought it was, but you needed to tell him. That band had and still has the potential for greatness. It deserved to be more than a trivia fact on each of the boy’s wikipedia pages.

Danny was silent for a moment, taking in what you had disclosed to him. It was strange not being able to know what he was thinking, he usually always wears his heart on his sleeve. After a moment, a small smile spread across his face and he hummed.

“At least you believed in us,” he sighed, a tiredness in his tone that indicated to you just how much of a sore topic that was. You could tell that he didn’t believe you, but at least he understood that you weren’t trying to taunt him.

You take a deep breath and look away from Danny, feeling the surefire indicators of a new set of tears forming in your eyes. You were tired of crying. You just wanted to go at least a few hours without shedding tears, but that had proven futile.

There was a knock on the door that disrupted the spell of quiet that had befallen the two of you. You and Danny looked at one another, a silent conversation going between you two about who would answer it. You got up from your spot on the couch, needing to stretch your legs. Looking through the peephole in the door, you were treated to a surprise. Without a second thought, you threw open the door.

“Sammy?”

Standing in front of you was none other than the youngest Kiszka brother, that brilliant yet goofy smile lighting up his entire face like a sparkler. It always lended to his boyish charm, his smile. Yet it was also extremely contagious, which was why you found yourself smiling right back at him.

“Hiya, sweetheart,” he greeted, throwing his arms open as an invitation to hug him. You took it without hesitation, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You breathed in, his scent filling your nose. He smelled of cigarettes and sandalwood and myrrh; at least he still smelled the same in this hell you found yourself in.

“Sammy, what are you doing here?” You invited him in after releasing him from your embrace.

He looked over your shoulder at something behind you, causing you to look as well. You hadn’t even heard him walking up to you.

“Danny invited me over. He told me you were having a bad time?” He took a spot behind the counter in your kitchen, leaning on his forearms against the faux marble.

Immediately you wanted to tell him about everything, you even opened your mouth to just let it all out. But, you stopped yourself. You know that you sounded crazy. Hell, you were beginning to believe that you’d gone mad yourself. What else could explain how you found yourself in an alternate dimension?

“You’ll think I’m crazy,” you dismiss, waving your hand in the air.

“I already think that, anyway,” Sam joked, that boyish smile spreading across lips again.

You still were hesitant. Part of you knew that Sam wouldn’t make fun of you for this, but there was also a part of you that was terrified that they were one step away from admitting you to a mental hospital.

A gentle hand gliding across your upper back made you jump at first, but you recognized it as Danny trying to comfort you and you relaxed. “It’s alright, we aren’t going to judge you.”

Closing your eyes and holding out your hand for Danny to take, he grabs it and you instantly feel so much better. You knew your Sammy and Danny wouldn't think you were crazy, but you didn’t know how this Danny and Sammy would react.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to just go for it. (You were never really able to say no to Sam’s puppy eyes)

“This morning, I think I woke up in a different dimension. I know it sounds totally insane, but I swear to you that this is not my normal life. The Danny, Sam, Jake and Josh I know are world renowned musicians who won a Grammy. Greta Van Fleet is considered one of the best bands of the generation and you guys sold out stadiums.

“You don’t play golf professionally,” you look at Daniel, “you aren’t in the restaurant business,” you said to Sam, “Jake isn’t a soccer player, and Josh doesn’t perform on Broadway.”

A loaded silence fell over the group. You felt Danny’s hand tighten its grip on yours, just enough for there to be slight pressure. You watched as the two guys exchanged a silent conversation, their faces expertly masked to hide their concern over you. However you knew these boys almost as well as you knew yourself and you saw right through their masks.

“You guys think I’m insane,” you finally relent, the oppressive quiet making you crack.

“No-“

“A little.”

“Sam,” Danny snapped, a stern look in his eye.

“What? You have to admit that’s a little crazy.”

At the very least, Sam managed to get you to smile.

“Thanks for your honesty,” you murmured, staring at the dark hardwood floor.

“While it is a little far-fetched, we think you’re being genuine,” Danny remarked in a very soothing tone. It reminded you of honey.

“Wait, really?” You searched both of their faces, finding that they both in fact believed you were genuine.

“It’s kind of hard not to believe you’re being genuine after seeing you sob all day over our long failed garage band,” Danny soothed, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand.

That garnered a small chuckle out of you, laughing at the ridiculousness of your over emotional day.

“I’ll make us some dinner. You guys have any special requests?” Sammy piped up, standing at his full height now.

“As long as it pairs well with hard liquor, I’m alright with whatever,” you quip, rubbing your hand down your face in exhaustion.

“If you’re drinking, would you mind making me a cocktail? You were always better than me at making them,” Danny requested.

“Unless you want a rum and Coke or a Salty Dog, I can’t really help you.”

Josh

“Excuse me, guys.”

You pulled your hand out of Danny’s and ran for the backyard, not even bothering to close the door behind you as your bare feet crashed into the dewy grass. Your chest thrummed in an arduous ache as you were reminded of the love of your life. You felt your throat closing in on itself and your breathing became a chore. The world around you blended into amorphous blobs of dulled color, the sun having slipped below the horizon.

You hadn’t even realized that you were kneeling in the grass until you felt the fabric of your pants become entirely damp. You were so focused on the flash images of precious moments in your and Josh’s relationship that only served as a reminder of how fucked up everything was.

The mountains were level, the valleys were high. Truth is a lie, you were perfectly fine. Josh was still in love with you, and everything was normal.

You were hyperventilating, each gasp of breath proving to be near as painful as the throbbing anguish in your heart. You wanted to just wail out in sorrow, to fully drown in your misery and let it overcome you. But you were raised in Michigan, and god forbid you let yourself feel anything other than surface level emotions. So instead, you just gripped onto the grass underneath your hands like it was the only thing keeping you alive and let your tears cascade silently down your cheeks.

Whomever or whatever placed you in this situation was cruel. Josh was the person you cherished most in your life. He was always there for you in any way he could be. He was your first for so many things: your first crush, your first kiss, your first love. You were used to him not being around physically all the time, but to know that he wasn’t there at all was the worst form of punishment you could imagine. To know that you couldn’t call him and be on the phone for hours on end, to not be able to add one of the lighters he left at your house to your ever growing collection. You would no longer be treated to your own personal concert in your room while Josh was showering in the next room. No longer would you so easily get to hear his giggling at a childish joke. No longer would you take his glasses off his face to clean off the lenses for him as he so often forgot to do. No longer were you able to wrap his curls around your fingers as you two were lounging and doing nothing in particular.

You weren’t able to experience any of that anymore. It was ripped away from you, peeled away like a layer of your skin, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. Not wanting to be near your house anymore, you get up from the grass and take off running in the woods that envelope your property. There was no set destination, you just needed to escape. Mud was beginning to cake the soles of your feet, but you couldn’t care less.

It wasn’t until you reached the Cass river that you stopped. The trickling of the water flowing in the late spring night gave you pause, forcing your anxiety and sorrows to be calmed. Leaning against a nearby tree, you close your eyes and just let the sounds of the nocturnal woods wash over you and offer you the comfort you so desperately needed.

You were beginning to feel your heart beat at a normal pace when something kicked it back into high gear. Underneath the leaves rustling against the wind and the bubbling of the brook at your feet was the hissing of whispers. It was so easy to miss and at first you believed that your mind was playing a trick on you, but you just kept hearing it. Searching frantically around you for the culprit, afraid someone was a danger to your life in the darkened woods, you came to the conclusion that you were alone.

It was while you were standing on the bank of the river that you realized that the whispering started to have a tone. It was now as if someone was stage whispering to you, but the words were still indiscernible. Figuring that you were already crazy and you had nothing to lose, you follow your instinct to lean your ear closer to the water. Without a doubt, that’s where the voice was coming from. Underneath the flow of water was a voice murmuring something over and over again. Straining your ears to try and decipher it, you close your eyes in the hopes that it will help you focus.

"Joshua Michael Kiszka.”

Your eyes snap open, feeling yourself recoil away from the river bank. You would have screamed if not for the impact of your spine colliding with the ground robbing you of your air. Every attempt at breathing proved to be arduous and laborious.

It wasn’t real. You didn’t just hear the river say his name. That wasn’t possible.

Your heart was pounding away at your ribcage like it was trying to do its best recreation of a miner. Half-baked and incomplete thoughts raced through your mind in a maelstrom of bedlam. It was as if you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts.

Suddenly, a murder of crows thought it was the ideal time to take off into the sky from wherever they were congregated. The abrupt cawing from the ominous birds forced you to pay attention to them. You watched as they ascended to the inky sky above, following no clear path as they traversed the stars.

That was when you finally screamed.

With your hands braced behind you and keeping your torso off the ground, you gawked at the sky above you in terror. You didn’t even notice your pants being caked in mud as your legs were sprawled out in front of you or that all the warmth was leeching out of your palms into the soggy ground beneath them. The only thing your attention was focused on was the night sky looming over you.

How had you not noticed it before? How had you not observed the rich yet eerie green film that had been cast across the environment around you?

All you could feel was pure fear as you stared down the object in the sky. It felt as if it could see right into your soul and mind, judging and deciding your very fate.

“-are you alright?? We’ve been searching for you and heard you scream,” a voice to your left rushed, ripping you out of your terrifying trance.

Pulling up from the ground was Sam, his long hair and sharp features reflecting the unnatural green glow originating from the sky on the left side of his face. He held your arms in his hands, the concern dripping in his rich brown eyes.

You wanted to answer him, but you couldn’t form coherent thoughts. The only thing going through your mind was the thing in the sky and the bone deep dismay coursing through your body.

Taking your face into his hands, Sam forced you to look at him and not glance frantically back at the sky. “Hey, it’s ok. You’re ok.”

He wiped away the tears you didn’t know had fallen down your face. He was able to calm your anxieties somewhat the longer you looked away from the sky. Forcing yourself to breathe at a normal rate, you leaned into Sam’s hands and closed your eyes.

“Sammy, what is that?” Your voice was still riddled with panic, but you were able to now put your thoughts together.

You pointed at the sky, your hand trembling. You kept your eyes on the man in front of you as he looked at what you were talking about. Looming in the sky was a rectangular gem that looked like a neon light. In fact, it was glowing a brilliant pure green like a neon light would.

“What, the Emerald Star?” he clarified. You nodded your head in confirmation.

“Where’s the moon?”

Just as you asked, Danny came crashing through the woods. He was breathing heavily as he spotted the both of you. Without saying anything, he made his way over to you and pulled you into a tight embrace. He’d been worried about you and you felt it in his hug.

“Don’t do that to me,” he breathed, still trying to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry.” You return the hug, his curly hair tickling your nose.

“You can’t just-” He pulled out of the embrace to look you in the eyes, the left side of his face also glowing in the ghastly neon green from the alleged Emerald Star. “You can’t just take off like that, alright? Me and Sam were so worried that we’d lost you with how distraught you were. We’ve been calling your name and searching for you for almost an hour now and then we heard you scream and-”

He cut himself off, shutting his eyes and pursing his lips. Sam placed a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, giving it a reaffirming squeeze.

“It’s alright, man. She’s right here, we found her,” he comforted, his hand moving from Danny’s shoulder to the side of his neck, gently pulling Danny’s head onto his chest.

For a moment, the three of you just basked in the relative silence of the night. The steady rush of the river bedside you all proved to have a very effective calming effect when it’s not somehow whispering your boyfriend’s name to you.

“C’mon guys, let’s get something to eat,” Sammy suggested after a minute. There were no objections to that and you all walked back to the house.

Upon arriving, you excused yourself to your bedroom to change out of your muddy and wet clothes. What you didn’t plan on doing was eavesdropping in your best friends

As you were getting changed, you didn’t bother closing the door all the way as you saw no point. The acoustics of the hallway leading into your room from the kitchen made it so that you could hear every word spoken.

“Sam, I’m so worried about her,” Danny admitted in a hushed tone.

“You’re telling me. She seemed absolutely horrified by the Emerald Star as if she’d never seen it before.”

“Is that why she screamed?”

“I think so. She asked me what happened to the moon,” Sam informed, his tone ringing with concern and confusion.

There was a lull in conversation. You had foregone getting changed in favor of pressing your ear to the door.

“She didn’t tell you earlier, but she thought she and Josh were dating,” Daniel commented, breaking the silence.

“Seriously?”

There was a small pause as you heard some rustling, assuming that Danny nodded his head. “She texted him good morning and when he asked her why she responded with ‘can’t I wish my boyfriend good morning’.”

“I take it she doesn’t know about Clara, then.”

Your pulse pounded throughout your veins, already connecting the dots in your head.

“I didn’t have the heart to tell her,” Danny admitted.

“She deserves to know, Danny,” Sam lightly reprimanded.

“She’s been sobbing all day, mostly over Josh. You saw how terrified and confused she was.”

You heard a bone deep, weary sigh originate from one of them.

“What do you think is going on?”

“I don’t know, but I think we need to take her to a hospital,” Sam posited.

Feeling like your heart was about to explode in your chest, you pull yourself away from the door and bite on your fingers to keep from choking out a sob. Frantically, you scramble up from your spot on the floor to find the wooden box you kept on your shelf.

Taking a spot back on the floor, you place the box in front of you and remove the lid, revealing your deck of tarot cards. Taking them out of the box, you shuffle them before asking a question. You didn’t have to. Immediately, four cards flew out of the deck and fluttered onto the floor. Setting down the rest of the deck, you flip over each card.

Laying out in front of you were The Moon, The Tower, The Page of Wands, and The High Priestess. The Moon and The Tower were obvious, nothing was as it seemed and your life had turned completely upside-down. The combination of The Page of Wands and the High Priestess puzzled you momentarily until you remembered the core element of The Page of Wands: seeking knowledge. Your cards were telling you to get help from someone more knowledgeable than you that you trusted in order to find the answers you needed.

Pulling out your phone from the pocket of your discarded pants, you opened up your contacts and searched for one woman in particular, hoping that she was around in this universe. If anyone would be able to understand what had happened to you, it would be the very woman who taught you the art of tarot and divination. She was the most spiritually in touch person you had ever seen; if you weren’t for certain she was mortal, you’d almost be inclined to think she was an omniscient goddess.

Upon finding her contact, you breathe out a sigh of relief. You wasted no time calling her despite the time of night. You were going to see Lady Moonbeam.

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This is what the Emerald Star looks like, just to help you visualize.

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