#THREAD ( the texan. )

[fatedtruths]

henry && alex

" when i said riding what did you think i meant ? "   oh he knows what alex had thought he meant .   and he had allowed him to think that much to his own amusement .   maybe it was because as much as he had felt his entire world spiraling out of his control he had also , strangely, never felt freer . like there was something dark at the end of the tunnel but for now there was a weight lifted from his shoulders . it was confusing .   prince henry and henry fox once more vying for control . maybe he should just be henry .

they are still in kensington and he think that if he has to spend another day seeing nothing but the inside of the palace walls he very well might go insane . he already feels like one of the princes in the tower as it is , he could do without actual walls being up around him.

he properly turned then , with his back to the stables that he had lead them to , barely hidden amusement on his face as he looked at @fyrewalks. he had held his hand the entire way here . a fact that was not lost on either of them . on the considerable walk across the palace grounds to the stables that were not on view to anyone except himself , and beatrice of course . she lived here too but she was not here right now .     " and then , pray tell , did you think i was up to when i lead you outside? "

starter call . hrh ( harangued royal highness ) prince henry

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[arcticdementor]

I am going to start a thread of libs endorsing DeSantis (Freaking out that his coming presidency well destroy everything they love)

Quote Tweet: Jack Cocchiarella @JDCocchiarella · Jun 4

Retweet if you think Ron DeSantis is the worst Governor in America.

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Quote Tweet: Mark Hemingway @Heminator · Jun 8

DeSantis seeks control over universities, targeting tenure, ‘politicized’ classes https://orlandosentinel.com/news/education/os-ne-desantis-targets-tenure-20220606-qzotuvzlqjecri5uyf2gpu4xgu-story.html

Quote Tweet: Christopher Webb Pro-Choice @cwebbonline · Jun 11

“God, Guns, & DeSantis”. Does anyone doubt that DeSantis would be more dangerous in the White House than Trump? #DeSantisFloatila

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Quote Tweet: Thom Hartmann @Thom_Hartmann · Jul 11 

1/ The Nightmare Scenario SCOTUS is Plotting For the 2024 Election Takeover:

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Quote Tweet: New York Magazine @NYMag · Jul 11

Ron DeSantis would methodically strangle democracy through a series of illiberal Orbanist steps like he has modeled in Florida. @jonathanchait writes https://nym.ag/3nTRYdC

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[diorsluv]

feather , part 16

“ floating through the memories ”

series m. list previous chapter next chapter

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yourusername a lil photo dump from this month :)

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jamie.drysdale that pic of me on fort makes me look homeless

→ yourusername i mean u were the one that stole my guest room

_alexturcotte yoooo it’s a cat

→ yourusername yes booker has 2 🥰🥰

→ _alexturcotte yoooo it’s two cats

username36 the guys r trying so hard to be nice LMFAO

username23 okay but tbh the way he looks at her… 🥹🥹🥹

lhughes_06 damn i didn’t make it in the dump

→ yourusername you’ll make up half the pics in the story lu i promise

→ lhughes_06 you promise?

→ yourusername i’ve never broken a promise before 🙄

trevorzegras i thought we all collectively decided to forget about that pic of me and turcs

→ yourusername well i did not collectively decide that!

→ trevorzegras i’m collectively deciding for you

→ _quinnhughes so did we all forget what the definition of “collectively” is or???

→ jackhughes yes quinn we’ve all collectively forgotten

username1 our mini drysdale seems a lot happier and i’m here for it!!!

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rutgermcgroarty i don’t think it’s safe to be taking pictures of yourself in the side mirrors while driving

→ yourusername i was parked. at the beach. you were there.

→ rutgermcgroarty see i’ve collectively decided to omit that from my memory so no i wasn’t there actually 😒

→ _quinnhughes that’s.. still not what collectively means rutger

edwards.73 will i ever make the photo dump 😕

→ yourusername ethan sweetie you were just in my last one

→ yourusername and i’m posting all our vacation pics on my story 😭😭

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luca.fantilli i bet u suck at bowling

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→ _quinnhughes you’re all using collectively wrong just to spite me aren’t you

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bookerburke_ hope i’m living up to the expectations 😅

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→ bookerburke_ no i’m just saying tho, like you must have high expectations from all the guys you must’ve dated before yk

→ yourusername what i barely dated anyone, i told u this before already 😭

→ bookerburke_ yea but i doubt it lmao

→ yourusername i don’t think we should be doing this in my public comments

→ jamie.drysdale uh?? she’s only dated two other guys and they were a lot less of assholes than you

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username57 um… we all saw that thread right

→ username11 yes but let’s not talk about it

username63 yo those comments were so uncalled for??? what happened to the “good guy” or was it all just an act??

username44 wtf? the switch-up is crazy and bro CANNOT be talkin to lil drizz like that

username18 don’t tell me he started acting like a dick just cuz she started giving more attention to luke again

adamfantilli the stuffed animals yay

edwards.73 ooh painting 👀

trevorzegras the cowboy hats… are you turning texan

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rutgermcgroarty show the finished painting don’t be scared!

colecaufield man where’s all the replies from our lil drizzy 🥲

_quinnhughes kid if this is your attempt at being aesthetic then you’re failing pretty bad

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next chapter notes ) first off i wanted to say THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERSSS!! i’m glad at least some of yall enjoy this series lmfaooo and I KNOW I KNOW it was kind of a really quick and sudden shift but there’ll be more development (at least i see it as more development) later on i also know you’re all thinking this is messy as shit but um.. it gets messier! (edit: i changed the layout to make it easier to read LMAO)

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[spidervee]

just a little spicy!seresin because it’s Saturday and we all need more Jake in our lives 🌻 18+ Jake seresin x fem!reader smut; fwb; sex; praise kink; dirty talk

“You look so pretty, sweetheart,” Jake grins down at you, the heft of his body over yours, so close you can feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“Stop,” you whine, a hand coming up to cover your face. Suddenly you’re embarrassed. It’s not the first time Jake and you have taken a tumble between the sheets, but each time he gets soft with you, makes you imagine this might ever be more than a friends who sometimes fuck situationship, you feel the need to curl into yourself, to hide from how badly you want that.

“C’mon,” Jake breathes out a laugh and gently pulls your hand away so he can look into your eyes, gaze intense as it meets yours. “I see you baby girl, I see you. Don’t be shy.”

You decide to save face by playing coy, closing your eyes and biting your bottom lip. “Can’t help it,” you whisper, threading your free hand through the hairs at the nape of Jake’s neck. He shifts slightly between your legs, his cock rubbing up against your bare core, movement easy through your slick.

Jake makes a noise somewhere deep in his throat—a grunt of amusement—before he places a soft kiss on your forehead. “You gonna make this difficult, hm?”

You only groan in response as his fingers leave heated trails over your skin, journeying down, tweaking your nipples, splaying a large hand over your belly, pinching your hips, circling your clit.

“Y’know what I’m gonna do now, sweetheart?” Jake is teasing, his voice deep and dripping with the lilt of his Texan roots. You manage a nod, but Jake makes a tutting sound and you open your eyes to watch him. He repeats his question with a particularly firm press to your clit. Your back arches up and he grins like the devil.

“Fuck me,” you breathe, “You’re gonna fuck me.”

“Good girl,” Jake sighs, positioning himself at your entrance. “So good for me.” He slips in slowly, every inch of him making you ache deliciously, filling you like he was made to be there, inside you, as close as possible.

With his hips flush against yours, Jake gives you a moment to adjust before you wiggle under his grip and whine, urging him to move. Each thrust is quick and hard, followed by the throbbing drag of him as he pulls out agonizingly slow. He helps you rest your legs on his shoulders, his hands on your hips.

“Lift.” Jake’s instruction is short and direct and you listen automatically, lifting your hips. His hands splaying out on your ass, holding you up as he continues to pump in and out of you with abandon.

“Touch yourself.” Another instruction, another immediate response. Your hand moves down to where your body is melded with Jake’s and you feel heated as he watches your fingers work alongside his cock. He continues to whisper how good you are and it doesn’t take you long to unravel around him, making him throw his head back at the pulsing of your cunt. Your legs are shaking, knees quivering, and it feels like you’re going to fall into the mattress, but Jake is still there, still holding you.

“I got you, baby,” he whispers, still fucking you through your high, “I got you.”

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[callsigns-haze]

Pretty like a crime

Chapter 8

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood, undercover work, alcohol use, smut, kissing

Prologue/ Part 1/ Part 2/Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7

"Alexandre, is back in the family." Matthew says as you sit on your balcony, sipping wine to help relieve the stress you've just experienced.

"Nice," you mumble taking another sip and looking at him from behind your glasses. He's changed so much recently, more tensed and stressed. He's been so full of anger and lost compassion that you simply don't understand.

"What's going on with you!" He lifts his voice and you don't even lift your gaze. He's angry but there's nothing that could get you more pissed than you already were. The people who hated the Chevaliers were working their way through history and you were giggling at the sidelines.

"Your brother just flipped his car and nearly died. You're so stuck up and arrogant that you don't even go and visit him and just sit here going on about business, THAT'S WHAT'S FUCKING WRONG WITH ME!" You shout at him.

"All you care about if your doing well in daddy's business. Not once did you stop and think about anyone around you, even your own brother's. Matthew, history from ten years ago is getting pulled back up from the grave and you should care about not getting caught by a lose thread!' And with that your gone. As you storm off as you shove past Penelope.

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These people cared for no one at all. All they cared about was money. You don't know how you got yourself so deep into this drama but you don't want to know, but one thing you learned is that the only way to survive is to thrive by yourself.

You run down as fast as your legs can carry you. Your dad was called down to the police station along with other team members with no reason for the explanation behind it.

You pull out your badge and guards approve your entering and sadly the first person you lay on is the last you would've wanted. "Matthew."

Matthew, was your father's lawyer, family business brings close and yet that so-called lawyer is actually your ex. You haven't seen him ever since you left, from what you heard he went for rehab and it showed. He didn't seem sloppy and drowsy anymore, he had composure. He stood up straight, eyes not bloodshot and looked like the Matt you knew.

"Y/N."

He could not believe his eyes. The woman he had loved for all those years and the same woman that left him was now standing right in front of him, ready to hear news about her father.

"Hi." You both say in sync , causing the two of you to let out a laugh. Your laugh was one of the finest you've ever given off, you're far from happy to see this man and no act could fake it. It broke the thick and tense silence as you asked, "What happened with my dad?"

He looked down at you and pulled out a bunch of paper while pointing and explaining, "They pulled evidence from back years, then forged them together and got this mess." It sure was a mess, each line being more fake and unrealistic from the other.

Your father would never do such things and never did, he has worked honestly and fairly and whoever was doing this to him would surely pay.

"Can I-"

"Hey, Cobra!" A voice from behind you calls as the tall, muscular, blonde, green eyed Texan runs up beside you. He kisses your cheek lightly as Matthew hunts him down with his gaze. Horrible timing Hangman.

"Who's this?" Jake asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. These actions are getting stared at by Matthew as if he was a hawk hunting his prey. "Matt, this is Jake my partner. Jake, this is Kai's dad Matthew."

If you ever seen a cartoon character lose colour in milliseconds there was no better way of describing Jake. All the colour drained from his face, he went all pale and stiff, while shaking as he held his hand out.

Matthew stared at Jake's put out hand and ignored it, slightly shoving past it as he tells you. "They don't have anything solid on him, don't worry. Excuse me, I have to go see my client." He shoved past Jake whispering in his ear as he walked past. "If I were in your place I'd leave my family alone."

Jake got the biggest chills of his whole life. Your ex was, Matthew Chevalier. Nicely putting it, he was done for.

"You didn't tell me HE was Kai's dad. Wait! So you're-" You've heard this sentence more than you could count in your life, exactly the words used on the phonecall.

"Madame Chevalier or Lady, whatever you wanna call it." You sigh, pulling your head back and putting it back down to lock eyes with Jake. You stare at his green eyes for just a moment and then lean in to plant a kiss upon his lips. You wrap your hands gently around his neck, twirling his hair lightly as your lips perform a sort of dance. You pull back and look Jake in the eyes.

"As much as I hate him he's still Kai's father and a damn good lawyer, that's all that matters."

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You enter the white room where Romain lay. His neck was injured and in a brace and his arm was in a cast. He looked so powerless. In this moment he looked as if he lost all the authority he's ever had.

You walk toward the hospital bed and sit down on the small chair beside him. A tear slips from your eye as you watch him in such a state. Out of all the Chevaliers he was the only one with dignity and a heart and this all happened because his dad kicked him out for loving a man and not Grace.

"Hey," you say, putting his free hand in yours as he looks at you. A tear leaves his eye as he lays his sight upon you. You felt horrible for him. He didn't deserve this, not at all.

"Y/N, I-i-i-i." You shush him already knowing what he was going to say. The Fortuny family ended in such a way and now he did the same but if it wasn't for Olivia he'd already be dead.

"Romain, their death wasn't in your hands."

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You lay on your couch as Kai insisted on walking Jake's dog with him, and there was no way you could deny it. The blanket lay only upon your feet as you curled yourself up into a ball.

Matthew was sober and back into his ordinary life. He was sober and in a brilliant state, he was influenced and trusted and most importantly out of all, he found you. Matthew had the right to fight for Kai if he wished to.

Kai was his son after all and the only reason you left was due to the struggles that your relationship pushed. You quickly got divorced papers and signed them and immediately left the continent let alone the country.

You earlier pulled out a glass of champagne, but now you've ended up in the middle of chugging the whole bottle. Your ex husband is in town, meaning he could tear you down for what you did. He could easily get rid of you for what you've done.

"MOMMY!" Kai's voice echoed through the apartment as they returned from their walk. You place the champagne bottle down onto the glass, black coffee table and sit up properly from your previous egg position.

The second Jake had taken off your son's shoes, the little boy ran to you and sat beside you before you pulled him into your lap. "Mommy, can I stay up with the doggy?" The little boy enforced one of the fittest pouting lips you've ever seen but you couldn't say yes, not tonight.

"I'm sorry baby, bed now. You've taken a bath earlier and went out in your PJ's so you're perfectly ready for a night snooze." Kai groans as Jake appears leaning against the living room doorframe with the young energetic dog at his feet.

"Your mommy's right buddy, you'll still have time to play tomorrow." You look up at Jake and smile before standing up with Kai on your hip.

You carry him over to Jake where your boyfriend happily relieves your arms from your son, carrying him to his room to put him down.

- Once Jake re-entered he found you leaning against the kitchen counter, head pointing downwards as you took deep breaths.

There were silent tears streaming down your face when the flashback of the papers went through your head. You let out a little sob not being able to contain yourself and that's when Jake noticed you crying.

"Noo angel, don't cry. I'm here now everything is ok," at that you get up to face him gently wrapping your arms around him and sobbing into his chest.

"Shhhh baby, it's okay. I'm here."

"It's just that when I left I never had to s-s-see him aga-" you could even finish the sentence with your shaking. You were having another panic attack. You haven't had one in ages but Jake knew this wouldn't end well if you didn't relax and take a breath.

"Look at me angel," he commands softly, not trying to be ruff or rude but in a way to get you to listen.

You raze your gaze to him as your glassy eyes spill again and you start hiccuping softly.

"Now, see angel. I'm here, okay? I'm fine and I'm with you so let's keep the past to the past and now everything is okay," he says pulling you in gently.

Your son's slowed down as you started taking deep, slowed down breaths. "I don't want him here. I want him gone, for good this time!" You choke out before reburying yourself in Jake's chest. You want Matthew dead.

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[shellbilee]

Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 3

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Sorry for the wait guys! I've been away for just over a month since Christmas, finally back and back to reality. Back to my regular posting schedule now, please enjoy chapter 3! x

Billie

Billie’s eyes flutter open and she takes a second to adjust to her unfamiliar surroundings, remembering that she’s stayed the night at Bec’s. She stretches out her legs underneath the covers, the sheets soft and silky against her skin and she smiles - knowing Bec, they were likely several thousand thread count.

She rolls over and reaches for her phone on the bedside table, squinting when the screen lights up in her face. 8:32am.

For whatever reason, Billie could never sleep in after a night of drinking. She’d come to think of it as both a blessing and a curse - her body wanted to stay in bed and sleep but her head just couldn’t do it. She sits up in bed and does a quick body check, pleasantly surprised to find that she only has the mildest of headaches. Clearly, she’d gotten off easy after her night out with the girls.

She flops back down onto the pillow and lets out a breath, memories of last night playing through her head. What a night it had been indeed.

Glen. 

She still can’t believe she’d met Glen Powell of all people, and more importantly, she can’t believe that they’d flirted all night. She remembers his smile - his handsome, golden-boy smile that made her want to melt into a puddle on the floor, and his beautiful pale green eyes that seemed to look right through her. She could still hear his smooth, Texan accent in her head, a shiver running down her spine as his voice plays over.

After he’d bought her and the girls a drink - and Sloane had left to find Bec on the dancefloor, Glen and Billie had talked and laughed in that magical, flirty way that only ever happened when two people were really attracted to one another. He’d asked a number of questions about herself - how she knew Bec and Sloane, where she was from and what she did for work, and she in turn had asked about home in Texas and his home life in LA.

He’d been endearing and flirty in all the ways she’d imagined he’d be, but at the same time attentive and charming as they’d talked and laughed. Eventually they’d moved to the dancefloor when Glen’s friends had found him and practically dragged the two towards the stage, Billie finding Sloane among the crowd and unable to help her smile when she’d winked at her dancing next to Glen. She remembered the way Glen had danced beside her, both of them emboldened by alcohol and singing at the top of their lungs, his delicious cologne filling her nose as she swung her hips and threw her arms up next to him.

He was right there dancing beside her, a close proximity that would have bothered her if it had been any other stranger, but with Glen - his hips, his chest, his arms, bumping into her as she’d danced away to the music, she’d felt happy, confident and sexy. It was hard not to, not when he’d looked at her the way he had been, his attraction to her more than evident in his expressions.

Billie smiles to herself as she reaches for her phone again, opening up instagram and tapping on the first story bubble she sees - Sloane’s. It's a myriad of photos and videos - selfies of Sloane looking as devastatingly sharp and sexy as ever, photos of her and Bec smiling happily at the camera, of her and Billie pouting and posing, of the three of them having too many drinks and too many laughs. There’s a video of Bec dancing, her arms in the air, her head tossed back, a smile on her face as she dances away to the deep beat of the music, followed by another of Billie and Sloane from the front camera angle. Billie bites her lip when she sees Glen in the video behind her - though his face isn’t quite visible, she can see his torso and the way he’s nearly pressed against her back as they dance, the angled planes of his muscled chest beneath his shirt making Billie press her lips together. God.

Sloane’s story ends and Billie repeats the process with Bec’s, flicking through the endless photos and videos, all evidence of a girls night out with drinks, dancing and fun. Before Billie can help herself she’s typing in Glen’s name, tapping on his name and scrolling through his profile. 

She feels herself getting more infatuated with him the more she looks at his photos, a snapshot of selected images from his very A-list life. There’s a few promo photos from old and upcoming projects, and professional photos from photo shoots that make Billie want to groan out loud - Glen posing and looking painfully handsome in a variety of bespoke couture. There’s photos and videos of various gym sessions and workouts, most of them picturing a shirtless, sweaty Glen, a determined, cheeky smile seemingly permanent on his face. There’s several of his adorable dog too - Brisket, as Billie had learned last night, the tiny dog he’d adopted earlier in the year that only made Glen seem even more adorable himself. 

Billie smiles as she thinks back to last night when Glen had told her about Brisket, showing her a photo of the white and tan puppy on his phone. Billie had barely been able to contain her own laugh when she’d shared that her dog’s name was Nugget, showing Glen a photo of her big golden bear. They’d instantly bonded over their shared love of dogs, and the fact that they’d both named theirs after food, the two going on to gush about their fur-children for several long minutes.

Billie’s thumb hovers over the message button on Glen’s profile, suddenly wondering if she should message him. What would she say? Would he even see it? How did Instagram even work for famous people? Was it even him running his account? She considers this for a moment, various ideas of first messages running through her head, Billie dropping her phone a second later when she decides against it. 

She stretches her arms up, feeling her shoulders crack in the way they always did in the morning, tossing off the covers and getting up out of bed. She walks into the adjoining ensuite bathroom - each of Bec’s guest bedrooms had one, of course, looking back at her reflection and pulling the silky tie from her hair. She looked okay considering the amount of drinks she’d had last night - the total number of which she couldn’t actually remember, her long brown hair falling messily around her face. She quickly washes her face and applies her morning skincare, putting her hair into a high ponytail and feeling somewhat refreshed enough to face the day.

Billie pads out into the lounge and looks up to find Ben frothing milk on their extravagant coffee machine in the kitchen, three large mugs laid out on the marble bench in front of him. Billie hears coffee beans grinding, the intoxicating scent of coffee suddenly hitting her and she pauses for a moment to breathe it in.

“That smells incredible” 

Ben looks up as he turns off the steam and taps the silver jug of milk on the benchtop, offering Billie a welcoming smile.

“Morning Bil” he says as he starts to pour milk into the furthest mug, sliding it over to her when he’s done.

“Latte?”

Billie smiles gratefully, picking up the mug. 

“You’re an angel Ben”.

She lifts the mug to her lips, breathing in the delicious, sweet scent, taking a sip and closing her eyes as she swallows. She tastes a hint of creamy vanilla and it instantly dawns on her that Ben knows her coffee order, opening her eyes to find Ben looking back at her expectantly.

Billie smiles, shaking her head, lifting the cup towards Ben. “Literally, an angel”.

Ben laughs and sets about making the rest of the coffees, putting a small spoon of sugar in the last one.

“How’s Bec?” Billie asks, taking another sip of her delicious coffee, “Hungover?”

Ben laughs again. “That’s an understatement. I haven’t seen her in this state in a long while”.

Billie chuckles, Ben smiling back at her as he stirs the coffee. “And Sloane?”

Billie shrugs, “No movement from her room, so I’d say she’s still sleeping it off”.

Ben drops the spoon into the sink and picks up the mug of coffee, looking back at Billie.

“Let me know when you’re hungry, and I’ll start making breakfast for you and the girls”

Billie’s face softens. Bec seriously had no idea how lucky she was. She thanks Ben and he smiles, nodding at her before walking off with the mug of coffee, presumably to give to Bec.

Billie takes another sip, savouring the heavenly taste, before making her way out onto the pool deck and sitting on the outdoor lounge. The morning sun shines down on her, a gentle warmth touching her skin, Billie letting out a sigh as she relaxes on the lounge. A soft meow makes her turn to her left, Billie’s gaze falling on Smudge, the Danton’s fluffy, tortoiseshell cat, walking over to her to say hello. 

“Hi Smudgy girl” Billie coos, making a kissing sound and leaning forward to pat her, smiling when the large cat bumps her soft head into her hand. 

Billie leans back when Smudge jumps up onto the lounge and flops down beside her, stretching out her legs and taking another long sip of coffee. She leans back on the cushions and closes her eyes, soaking in the morning sunshine and letting the warmth take over her body.

Her mind wanders and she thinks about her Saturday plans - a pilates class later this afternoon and a walk down the beach with Nugget, finished off with a trip to Ikea to pick out her new couch. The sound of her phone vibrating on the table suddenly disrupts her thoughts, making her open her eyes and squint into the morning sunshine. She picks up her phone and looks down at the screen, unable to help the involuntary smile that parts her lips when she reads his name.

@glenpowell: Please tell me you’ve got a good hangover cure?

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Glen

Glen lets out a breath as he lies in bed scrolling on his phone, Brisket’s tiny head resting peacefully on his chest. He’s been looking through Billie’s instagram for the last twenty minutes, unsure how it’s even possible to be this attracted to someone. Each new photo makes him want to audibly groan. 

He’d been unashamedly thinking about her since the moment they’d said goodbye to each other last night, his drunken brain unable to let go of thoughts of her. It had been a long time since he’d been so enthralled by someone he’d just met, at least not since his last major relationship, and he’d forgotten what it was like to be seemingly captivated by a stranger.

It had taken Glen all of five minutes to message Billie when he’d woken up this morning - the hangover headache that was currently pounding his brain not even enough to stop him from thinking about her.

When they’d spoken last night Glen had discovered that Billie was a physical therapist that worked with college and high school athletes, and that she had a big golden retriever named Nugget. He knew that she was from Australia, though had been in LA for seven years after graduating university and working a Summer at Camp America - she’d since developed an odd hybrid mix of Australian and American accents which is why he’d been unable to place it initially. He also knew that she was really into health and fitness - which Glen figured was probably because of her active job, but also something that was more than evident from just looking at her. 

Billie’s body was incredible. Toned and muscled, thick in the best way possible. He’d barely been able to keep his eyes off of her legs from the second he’d met her yesterday, let alone keep his head straight and away from thoughts of her ass. Looking at her Instagram didn’t help that either, not with the numerous photos of her at work and the gym in various forms of figure-hugging activewear. Jesus.

Glen bites his lip as he scrolls past another photo of her in a matching hot pink shorts and sports-bra combo, smiling and standing next to a pilates reformer with another equally fit, smiling girl. There’s several photos of Nugget too - panting happily and almost smiling, videos of the big golden retriever running at the beach and playing with other dogs.

He blinks quickly when Billie’s name suddenly pops up at the top of his screen, inhaling deeply as he taps on it, bringing him back to the chat screen to see her reply.

Rough morning? 🤣

Glen smiles, typing back at the screen.

You could say that. It’s been a while since I’ve drank like that

He watches the typing bubbles, her reply coming after a moment. 

And you call yourself a Texan

He scoffs, laughing out loud, the sound making Brisket open one eye lazily, looking up at Glen from his perch on his chest.

It’s not easy to keep up drinking tolerance when you’re not allowed to drink for 80% of the year you know

The typing bubbles appear again, Glen watching his screen intently.

Ah, excuses, excuses. Perhaps you need to learn to break the rules?

Glen bites his bottom lip as he grins, her cheeky quips amusing him.

Sounds like you’re being a bad influence, Billie.

Me? I would never 😇

Glen laughs again.

So no magic cures for me then?

Her reply comes only a second later.

Hmm, I find coffee and a walk in the sun is usually my go to

Glen chuckles again, reaching down to pat Brisket, thinking about his answer for a moment before he types. 

Is that what you’ll be doing today?

A photo suddenly appears in their messages from Billie - it shows a large mug of coffee held in one hand, with bare legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles underneath. From the looks of it she’s sitting on a deck, a pool in the background with bright turquoise coloured water reflecting off the morning sun.

Well I’ve got the coffee part sorted already.

I’ll take Nugget for a walk a little later though, probably to the beach if the weather stays like this?

Glen’s breath hisses, an instant question forming in his mind from her message. He’s typing his reply before he can even really think about it, ignoring the hesitation from the part of his brain that thinks he’s being too forward as he presses send.

Any chance you’d like some company for that walk? I’d like to test your hangover theory, and Brisket needs his exercise

He snaps a quick photo of Brisket snoozing on his chest, his chin resting peacefully on his paws, sending it along with his message.

Glen feels his heart race as he sees the typing bubbles appear, seconds suddenly feeling like hours as he stares at their chat. He doesn’t realise that he’s holding his breath until her reply pops up on the screen, an exhale falling from him and his mouth stretching into a grin as he reads.

All of a sudden he’s got Saturday plans too - hangover headache be damned. 

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Billie

“You ready for this Nugget?” Billie asks, looking in her rearview mirror at Nugget’s happily panting face in the backseat.

She half smiles when he sees that he’s not even paying attention to her, ears and eyes instead glued to the window and looking out at his favourite place.

Billie looks back in the mirror again, checking her reflection. She’s just come from pilates class, her long hair tied back in a high ponytail and falling down over her shoulder. She’s wearing a pair of cornflower blue, high waisted shorts and matching sports bra - the colour contrasting brightly against her golden skin, a cropped white t-shirt over the top that teases just a glimpse of her toned abdomen whenever she moves a certain way. 

Billie knew she looked good - her love for all things fitness meant that she was confident in the thicker, sculpted shape of her body. Her average week consisted of multiple pilates classes, weights sessions and runs, not to mention her frequent hours in the gym with her clients and athletes at work. Still, even with that confidence, she’s painfully aware of the new flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach, a tiny part of her brain suddenly second guessing her outfit choice to meet with one of the most handsome men she’s ever met.

Billie pushes her thoughts aside and lets out a breath, putting on her sunglasses and getting out of the car. 

She’s down on the sand, throwing a tennis ball into the waves and smiling as Nugget goes crashing into the water after the ball, when she hears a small bark that makes her turn to look over her shoulder. Her breath catches in her throat as soon as she sees him walking towards her, her heart racing as he smiles his utterly gorgeous smile back at her.

“Hey there darlin’”

His silky Texan voice makes her want to swoon out loud, nearly as much as the view of his delicious, muscled shoulders in the black muscle tank he’s wearing does. She’s immediately thankful she’s wearing her sunglasses so her gaze can linger a second longer without being noticed, her eyes running over his toned, golden biceps. God.

A white trucker cap sits backwards on his head, his sandy brown hair peeking out messily underneath. He looks classic, all-American and insanely handsome, Billie forgetting how to speak for just a moment.

“Hey yourself” she replies after a beat, swallowing thickly when he steps forward and leans in to kiss her cheek.

“I know you’ve already had one today” he says when he steps away, holding up a tray of coffee cups Billie’s only just noticed he’s holding, “But I thought I’d go out on a limb and get you one anyway”

Billie laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Why are there four though?”

Glen shrugs adorably, his pale green eyes crinkling as he smiles. “I realised I didn’t know your coffee order, so I decided to get options” he explains, gesturing with his free hand to the coffee cups, “Plus, I know how good the coffee is in Australia compared to here so I figured I better get you something good”.

Billie laughs, shrugging her shoulders in blatant agreement as he points out a latte, a double cappuccino and an Americano. She points at the latte and smiles when he hands her the cup, watching as he takes the Americano for himself and bends to put the tray on the ground.

“And this must be Brisket!” Billie remarks suddenly, having momentarily forgotten about him, bending to Glen’s feet to pat the tiny tan and white dog. 

She’s not at all used to such a small dog, and she can’t help but compare the size of Brisket’s head to Nugget’s. Her hand covers his entire face, his petite nose no bigger than the top part of her thumb. She grins when Brisket licks her hand, his tag wagging furiously and shaking his entire body. 

“You are just adorable” Billie coos, moving to scratch his belly and laughing when he immediately rolls over onto his back, one of his back legs suddenly kicking when Billie hits a spot near his chest. 

Glen laughs, the sound echoing in Billie’s ears. 

“Seems you’ve got a fan”.

Billie laughs again as she stands, wiping her hands on her legs, shrugging her shoulders as she looks up at Glen. “It’s easy when you know the right spots to scratch”.

Glen chuckles at that, Billie smiling over at him as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“And I take it that’s Nugget?” Glen asks, pointing out at the shore behind her.

Billie turns in time to see Nugget on his way back to her, bounding happily along the sand with the tennis ball held firmly in his mouth. She looks back at Glen and nods, gesturing with her head towards Nugget.

“Brace yourself, he forgets his size sometimes”.

As if on cue Nugget comes charging over and stops only inches from Billie’s feet, dropping the ball and shaking his saturated fur with zero regard for his close proximity. Billie yells and Glen laughs, neither of them reacting in time to avoid the shower of salty, wet-dog water. Nugget pants happily, seemingly unphased by what he’s done, Brisket darting forward and straining on his leash to meet his new golden friend.

“Oh my god Nugget!” Billie says exasperated, wiping salty water drops off her t-shirt and flashing Glen an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry. You’d think by now that I’d be used to that, or at least be quick enough to dodge his shakes”.

Glen shakes his head and laughs, wiping the water droplets from his arms. “It’s really okay. I should have seen that coming too”.

Billie shakes her head and wipes her hands, looking down at the two dogs as they sniff each other curiously. Their tails wag happily, sniffing and inspecting each other in that way that dogs do, Billie and Glen looking on like proud parents watching their children make friends on their first day of school.

“Nugget, be gentle buddy” Billie says sternly when Nugget drops his front legs and wiggles his bum in the air like he’s ready to pounce, Brisket letting out a high pitched bark and copying the bigger dog’s play stance. 

Glen bends to unclip Brisket’s leash and in a flash the two dogs are off, racing down the sand towards the water and darting in and out of the crashing waves. He stands up and takes a sip of his coffee, Billie and Glen standing together and watching their dogs in a moment of comfortable silence. 

Billie can’t help but smile as she watches on, still not quite believing the reality of her Saturday afternoon - standing on a beach drinking coffee with a gorgeous celebrity, their dogs playing out in front like the best of friends. It was certainly not the afternoon she’d envisioned, but it was definitely shaping up to be better than she’d thought.

“How’s the head by the way? Feeling better than this morning?” Billie asks without looking at Glen, acutely aware of how close he’s standing to her.

From the corner of her eye, she sees Glen’s lips part into a grin.

“Better now actually”.

“I told you the sunshine helps” Billie replies, watching as Nugget crashes into the waves before turning to look at Brisket, the small dog standing on the safety of sand and barking loudly at his new friend.

“Might be, but I think it's more likely because of something else”.

Billie raises an eyebrow, turning to him to ask what he means, only to find that he’s already looking at her with an effortlessly sexy smile on his face. It takes her a second to realise he’s talking about her, her face warming at the realisation.

Oh.

Brisket sprints back towards them, Nugget catching up within seconds - two of his strides equaling ten of Brisket’s. Nugget stops short when he reaches Billie, pushing his big bear head into Billie’s leg before taking an interest in Glen when he bends down to greet him.

“Hey bud” Glen says as he ruffles Nugget’s now even wetter fur, Billie watching from above and chewing on her bottom lip. For her, watching guys with dogs was the equivalent of watching a man hold a baby. It did things to her.

“So, just so I know for next time” Glen says when the dogs race off to the water again, Billie momentarily distracted by the way his biceps move as he shifts to sit on the sand beside her, “What is your actual coffee order?”

Billie laughs as she looks down at him, unable to hide her smile. “Next time?”

Glen grins up at her, and it takes everything Billie has not let out an actual moan. It should be illegal to have a smile like that.

“I’m very much hoping there’s going to be a next time” he says, patting the sand next to him and encouraging her to sit.

All of a sudden she feels like she’s sixteen again, feeling her chest warm and her cheeks heat, like she’s talking to her high school crush. She clears her throat, and readjusts her sunglasses, bending to sit down beside him. She’s even more aware of the less than three inches of space between them, the scent of his warm, earthy cologne suddenly filling her nose. She chews on the inside of her cheek, her lips tugging into a smile she can’t control.

“Well, I guess you weren’t far off really” Billie says after a moment, stretching her legs out in front of her and taking a sip of her coffee, “A latte usually, though I typically get a shot of vanilla or caramel because I like it a little sweeter”.

Glen nods, like he’s making a mental note, tapping his fingers on his coffee cup. “Which do you prefer?”.

Billie shrugs. “I like surprises”.

Glen laughs, a gorgeous grin splitting his face and Billie forces herself to look away and back out at the dogs.

“How were your friends this morning? Hungover?” Glen asks, the thought of her girlfriends making Billie laugh.

She thinks back to when she’d left Bec’s house this morning, her and Sloane significantly worse for wear as she’d said goodbye. Bec had all but groaned from her spot on the couch, barely looking up at her when Billie had bent to drop a kiss to her hungover friend’s head. Sloane hadn’t been much better herself, nursing a third mug of coffee and holding it to her face as if the caffeine would somehow absorb into her head that way.

“They were a little dusty, that’s for sure” Billie says with an amused smile, “They both couldn’t believe I was going to do a pilates class when I left this morning”.

Glen raises an eyebrow as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you do pilates often?”

Billie nods. “About two to three times a week. I love it. Have you done it before?”.

Glen scoffs, an almost pained expression painting his face before he flashes his teeth in an amused grin.

“Pilates is the worst. I mean, it’s great, but my god is it painful” he says, shaking his head, “I’ll admit it makes my ass look real good though”.

Billie drops her head back and laughs out loud, feeling Glen’s eyes on her as she does.

“Just pilates? Do you do anything else?”

“A few weights sessions here and there, a few runs as well” Billie says looking down at her coffee cup and then over at Glen, “Because I work with athletes I kind of need to be fit, or at least be able to do what they do to some degree. There’s no use me teaching them how to squat or sprint properly if I can’t do it myself you know?”.

Glen nods, and Billie can't help the way she smiles from the look he’s giving her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to read his thoughts right now.

“What about you? How often do you work out?” Billie asks, glancing out at the dogs and smiling when she sees Brisket chasing Nugget through the sand.

“Well, more if I have a project coming up, and more again if there’s a shirtless scene in it” Glen says, his lips curling into a grin when Billie laughs, “But usually four or five times a week. I try to run most days, and then do some weights work either at home or with my trainer”.

“You have a gym at home? I’m so jealous”.

Glen nods.

“I have a few pieces. But I prefer to get out and go to the gym where I can. I'll either go to my trainer’s gym in the city when I'm with him, or I'll go to Alo”.

Billie had heard about the Alo gym. It was an exclusive, members only club in the heart of downtown LA. It was stocked with all manner of sleek black, brand new equipment, and had just about every service you could think of - from on-site massage and wellness treatments to temporary PA's that would press and fold your clothes or get you whatever coffee order you wanted while you worked out. You could only go if you were invited to train there, which made itt ever popular with most celebrities and influencers. Billie had always wanted to see inside and experience it for herself, but she knew that was never going to happen.

“I've heard of Alo before. Looks like such an amazing gym” Billie comments, both her and Glen letting out a laugh when Brisket runs and tackles Nugget up ahead.

“It's pretty cool. I usually take Brisket with me when I go” Glen says, looking back over at Billie with a knowing grin, “You should come with me sometime. We could do a pilates session and you can laugh when I cry my way through it”.

Billie laughs again, more so when she pictures Glen groaning his way through the many poses and exercises she does regularly throughout the week.

“I'd like that”.

Glen grins at her, the look in his soft green eyes stealing the breath from Billie's throat.

“Me too”.

They fall into comfortable conversation after that, questions and answers flowing easily just like they had at the concert yesterday. Billie finds herself quickly becoming enamoured with Glen, with the way he listens to her so intently, with the way he looks back at her as she speaks. He asks her about home and she tells him about her family in Charlestown, a city in New South Wales, Australia. She tells him about her family - her older brother Bradley and his wife Jordyn, and her nephew and niece Harrison and Kiara. She tells him about her mum and dad - her dad, a now retired Captain in the Australian Navy, and about the rest of her big, loud, extended family.

Glen, in turn, tells her about his own family back home in Texas, about his parents and his two sisters, and his twin niece and nephew Gwen and Witt. Billie can’t help the involuntary smile that takes over her face as she listens to him, the love and passion he has for his family more than evident in his voice.

“Actually they came down to visit me while I was filming in Australia last year” Glen remarks with a happy grin, Billie’s own smile now seemingly permanent on her face as she looks at him.

“Yeah?”

Glen nods. “We were filming in Sydney, for maybe three months? The whole family came down and stayed with me, made a vacation out of it. It was incredible really, Sydney is insane, I mean, just Australia in general, it’s an amazing place”.

Billie looks back down at her coffee cup, suddenly feeling nostalgic for home. Her last visit home had been for Christmas last year - a trip she had done every single year since she’d moved to LA. She was fortunate enough that her boss was incredible, allowing her to take a few weeks of vacation leave to go home for Christmas each year. It was one of the reasons why, even after seven years, she was still working at the same place. That, and the fact that she loved her boss and the rest of the team she worked with.

Glen pulls out his phone and Billie watches as he swipes through some photos, turning his phone around and leaning closer to show her the screen. She’s momentarily distracted by his even closer proximity, forgetting how to breathe when his cologne clouds her nose. She closes her eyes for a split second forcing herself to concentrate, before pulling her sunglasses down and looking closely at the screen.

Glen flips through a sequence of photos, various shots of people who Billie reasons have to be Glen’s family, all of them smiling, laughing and posing for the camera. It’s a typical montage of family vacation shots, the kids swimming in the pool, Glen holding his niece and nephew above his head, a group shot of all of them standing on a pristine beach. There’s a few selfies of Glen that she recognises from looking through his Instagram this morning, one with him standing next to a koala, and another of him standing beside an older man, the same smile on both of their faces.

“That has to be your dad” Billie points out, her smile growing when Glen nods with a laugh, “You look exactly the same. That’s going to be you in twenty years”.

Glen points out the rest of his family members in the photos, his mother with her warm, kind eyes, and his two sisters, Lauren and Leslie, also sharing the same smile as Glen and his father. It isn’t hard to see that they’re all related, even his niece and nephew, both blonde and light eyed just like their uncle.

Glen swipes to the next photo - a background scene she recognises as the familiar Taronga Zoo, a place she’s taken her own niece and nephew on countless occasions back home. It’s another group selfie of Glen and his family, Billie recognising actress Sydney Sweeney on the right of the group smiling her signature gorgeous grin.

Of course.

Like a light bulb has gone off in her brain, Billie deduces that the family trip must have been when Glen was filming a rom-com movie last year. She remembers hearing that it was being filmed not far from her home in Australia, recalling the TV ads and passing billboards she’d seen advertising it around Christmas time. She hasn’t yet seen it, but she remembers Bec telling her it was funny and worth a watch. 

Billie also remembers hearing about Glen and a potential affair with Sydney Sweeney during the filming, rumours that Shanya, one of her younger colleagues at work had told her about one day. Shanya was forever telling Billie about current celebrity gossip, talking to her as if Billie knew all the Hollywood stars personally. 

For a second, she can’t help but think about the rumours, wondering if there was any truth to them after all. 

“So would you go again?” Billie asks when Glen finishes swiping through the photos, pushing her sunglasses back onto her face as she looks at him.

“In a heartbeat” Glen replies instantly, Billie barely finishing her question, “My only issue is the flight time. It’s so far away”.

Billie laughs out loud, more than familiar with the sixteen hour, long haul flight time.

“And then there’s the jet lag”

Glen throws his head back and groans audibly, a sound that makes Billie chuckle in amusement.

“My God, the jet lag. It took me a good three days to get over it when we first got there”.

Billie grins in agreement.

“Every time I go home I think I’ll be fine, but sure enough three days later I’m still wide awake at three AM while everyone else is sound asleep”.

They both laugh again - Billie’s soft and musical and Glen’s deep and throaty, the two settling into comfortable silence moments later. The dogs are still playing up ahead, endless energy as they bound and chase after one another in the sand.

The sun shines down and warms Billie's skin, the relaxing sound of the crashing waves up ahead like ambient background music in her mind. It's a gorgeous day - cooler than yesterday's relentless Summer heat, but still warm. She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of the sun warming her face, feeling content and at ease as she sits on the sand. She wonders how much of it has to do with the man beside her, opening her eyes and stealing a sideways glance over at him.

Billie lets out a silent breath. 

He’s so god damn handsome. 

As if he’s aware that she’s thinking of him, Glen turns to face her, gorgeous eyes soft as he offers a smile that makes Billie’s insides feel like melted chocolate. They look back at each other for a moment, each studying each other without words, Billie still not quite believing that she's sitting here on the beach with this unbelievably handsome man.

“So, what’s on for the rest of your day?”

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@soulreapin ignited this this thought in me on the Texan Keith thread.

Keith Kogane is Wild. He rages like a cold pressure front on warm seas. That man is GRIT and humility but he is also totally, terribly batshit.

The hotheaded, passionate, do-whatever-it-takes paladín of the Red fucking SWORD-forming Lion.

This man is NUTS. He is holding back the urge to go bananas.

I believe he has this.. this sparkling, crazy look in his eyes when he’s about to get on his bullshit.

Grinning and whooping and cheering while he carves a path through the stars with his metal body.

He always was Red’s paladin, even long after he left.

#voltron #odesrambles #keith kogane #keith voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender

[8-rae-rae-8]

more graves thoughts but i’m projecting

so many plushies, some stored in a colorful bin, those playroom ones yknow?, as well as blankets

corner of the room just for being comfy, place where he can place down a dog bed for himself and just nap if he’s had a hard day and feels himself slipping

a big comfort for him is touch, rocking back and forth and the vibrations of someone talking. rocked like a baby :3

lullabies are a big comfort as well, baby mine is one very dear to him because his mother would sing it to him to help him fall asleep. Price knows and helps him with it very often. (PriceNikGraves agenda)

one of the plushies he has is a small fox, you can hold it in just one hand but a little bigger than the hand, with a cowboy hat and the words ‘grand ole opry’ embroidered in red thread on it. which the grand ole opry is something in tennessee even if graves’ accent is more texan

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Aww !!!!!!

He has one of those big "human sized" dog beds, which he usually largely prefers to his normal bed, he can cuddle in with all his comfy stuff and relax !!

He has a big tent in the corner of his room too, if he needs to decompress that's one of the places he goes :33

The LULLABIES

Yes 😭

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Ask no further!! Here it is, yours truly the humble narrator for you this morning!!! Its kind of long cause I dream writers-style and it sucks-lol

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It was late, my eyes prying open as I pulled my head up and off the metal surface, the digital clock upon my desk burning bright with red digits. '6:47AM'  The numbers looked like a throbbing headache, this being what my mind registered as the fifth time I'd checked to see if I had finished my paperwork. One page, crinkled and half written, remained before me. I could see the blur in my eyes before I realized multiple tears had began to fall out of frustration, my voice echoed within my mind, frustration apparent to myself. 'I've been here hours! Why does this shit keep coming!?'  My hands came up to wipe my eyes, the stress steaming off of me through the lab coat I had resting over me. "I've walked by here four times already.." A voice all too familiar to me spoke, Texan accent ringing as I turned to peer over my monitor. "Wha..?" I blinked, readjusted my glasses to sit straight on the bridge of my nose, "Uh, a-are you looking for someone?" I was partially aware of what could happen, my dreams usually had a way of letting me know how I could shift a situation.

I ignored them all, totally enamored by how much detail was put into such a lucid one. The colonel looked like he'd just gotten back from a mission, wifebeater stained in bluish-red blood that trailed down to his dirt-stained cargo pants, it looked brutal. "Aren't you one of the science pukes that actually knows how to care for the avatar bodies?" It wasn't for what my mind had concurred, I cursed myself. "Are you done with your plant bullshit yet, I don't have all damn night?!" He sneered, obviously becoming impatient, which caused me to stand quickly, blatantly ignoring my desk head of hair and indents from how I'd passed out. "I'm sorry, here, come on this way to the back." I tried to sound less intimidated, less bitchy, less attitude that I usually give. (Believe me, fuck with me about sleep I'll end your life.)

As I gloved up, winding around the table that the tall creature chose to sit on, I snuck glances at him, watching his movements to reveal his state of undress to me. It was large, the wound, a gash about the length of my whole arm from shoulder to fingertip and it was lightly oozing blood. "What did this? Viper-Wolf?" It was a shot in the dark, but the gash had ridges, "Yeah, after I was chased by some god-damn monkeys.." His voice grumbled, the vibration falling down and through my hands as I cleaned the dried blood off. As for my response, I only hummed, not too sure what he'd want in return other than a reason to get upset or worse. Soon I was finally ready to begin stitching the wound, the needle in it's curve softly pierced his flesh and he hissed, low, pained with a small grunt. His gaze burned so harshly into the top of my head that I could feel my brain melting inside, his large hand coming to roughly pat down its hold onto my shoulder as I threaded through him for the fifth time, tugging the clear string lightly back to hear him purr, "Good girl.." from the depths of his chest, "Take your time.." I swallowed audibly, gaining further anxiousness while my hands aimed the tool back and shifted it through him again.

___Visual Cutscene___ (Ill cut the banter short babies- But yeah, I'm a smartass and that's why were here now-)

Soon, I found myself pinned between him and the medical table, the metal tinging slightly with every time my lab coats buttons brushed against the table-legs. My thighs had been hoisted up and gripped at the knee, folding me roughly in half against the plush of my breasts almost enough to hurt due to the pressure against my lungs. His grin imprinted itself in my head, I whimpered at the sight of his eyes narrowing at me, challenging me to peer down ever so slightly to see the sight of something so incredibly large that my head would turn to putty at just the tip.. "Still think you're tough shit, princess?" He teased, head poking lightly at my thigh through my tights, which had been ripped during the process of his manhandling, his shaft trailed down to the tear at my entrance, the slick already unbearably wet and coating everything. "Always will, until proven wrong.." I replied, face still cherry red. "Good.." He drawled, finally plunging into me, my vision instantly going white-

THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP!!!!!

Thank you for coming to my ted talk!!

OH MY GOD?????????? I WISH I COULD REMEMBER MY DREAMS THIS VIVIDLY BC FUCK

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[theshadowbastard]

The True Nature of Quincey Morris

Dracula, being an epistolary novel, invites the reader to infer the structure of the plot and the way events unfold based on the evidence presented through the various documents (letters, diaries, news clippings, etc). As a result of this, it's pretty easy to start picking up on any loose threads in the narrative and weaving them into complex theories about the story and particularly the characters.

Quincey Morris, Official Cowboy (TM), is one of the least-represented characters from the novel in various screen and stage adaptations. And that's understandable, because on the surface he doesn't seem to be around much or have much of an impact on the plot. Or does he?

Full disclaimer--this is full-out tinfoil hat conspiracy territory, and I fully acknowledge that I am almost certainly reading more into the text than Stoker ever intended, but this is one of my favorite books, and Dracula Daily is not the first time I've had these thoughts, and since today the Texan returns to the plot in a major way, I felt like now would be the best time to bring this up. For I have a few thoughts about Quincey--to begin with, where has he been all this time? I don't think we've seen him at all since his proposal to Lucy, and if we have it hasn't been very noticeable. He shows up to ask Lucy to marry him, and then disappears for chapters' worth of text, then reappears suddenly, just after the Count's big attack on Lucy? Coincidence? And don't forget, he's the first person to mention the word "vampire" in the story. Granted, he's referring to an incident with a bat killing a horse, but still, he certainly seems more aware than anyone except perhaps Van Helsing that there is something monstrous going on, as evidence by the fact that, instead of staying by Lucy's side, he patrols the grounds outside. And I also find it interesting that, while Arthur, Jack, and the Professor all were able to give their blood to Lucy and she seemed to recover well, after Quincey's donation, she does not recover; indeed she seems to grow worse. This could of course be the result of the oft-discussed lack of knowledge of blood types at the time the story takes place, and Quincey's might simply be incompatible, but all the same I can't help but find it significant.

So what does all this mean? Is there more to Quincey Morris than meets the eye? Does he have some ulterior motive we're not made aware of? Is he perhaps in league with Dracula? That would explain his absence, and why he would seem to know more about vampires than the other characters (again, except Van Helsing), and why his blood seems to be bad for Lucy. Or maybe he's an enemy of Dracula? His knowledge of vampires might indicate that he's some kind of Cowboy Vampire Hunter, who's been hunting the Count in the background while Lucy has been preyed upon. Or strangest of all--could he be a vampire himself, perhaps a rival of Dracula? This is one of the more common theories about Quincey Morris, and much of the evidence for it will come later in the story so I won't spoil here, but let's just say that the fact that it is his blood that causes Lucy to get worse is perhaps highly significant.

Of course, this is all probably nonsense. Stoker just forgot about Quincey, or couldn't find anything for him to do, and somebody had to drop the V-word at some point so it might as well be him. Besides, he's Texan, so of course he's always packing heat, and that's why he patrolled the grounds and wouldn't be in the house to watch over Lucy. And I'm sure it's just Stoker's oversight that we never get any kind of backstory about him. Yes. I'm sure that's all there is to it.

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Can You Do Some Headcanons For BLU Engineer ? Anything Works 👀 I Need Insp For Some Stuff , This Would Help—

Also , Regarding The Bonk! Atomic Punch Rule Thread :

We Have Decided To Terminate Scout . Goodbye ! /J

Good riddance Scout/j

BLU Engineer Headcanons

I've always thought it would've been funny if the BLU merc's names were the same as the RED merc's names but spelled backwards so this man's name is Lled.

The first one was mostly a joke, everyone does call him Joe tho mostly as a nickname.

He came from Austin, Texas, making him Texan born and raised like his RED counterpart.

Autism be damned, this engineer can work a grill.

BLU team has common BBQ nights due to the fact mentioned beforehand.

I think he should have an old dog he deserves it :]

The dogs name is like Percilla or something, and she's a really old mutt but everyone loves her lots.

This man is a bi king me thinks

I care about him sm,,,

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[Image ID: a quoted post by racey.with.a.t reads: "PUBLIC REQUEST: Can we please *stop* with everyone adopting "y'all"? Truly, we're not all Southern." a response from gbrockell reads: "All major languages have a plural form of "you" except English. It is part of many dialects and accents, not just Southern, and frankly makes more sense and sounds better on the ear than "yous". "Y'all" is fine for everyone, just don't spell it "ya'll" [y-a-apostrophe-l-l]. Thanks, A Texan and Grammar Nerd." the exchange takes place on Threads, Instagram's version of Twitter. end ID.]

i picked up saying "yall" because it was popular in many queer spaces i was in. yall is for everyone. but theyre right. the apostrophe goes after the Y. (ignore me not using one at all lol, i often leave out the apostrophe in words like "i'm" and "don't".)

#yall #language #dialects #english

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Pretty like a crime

Chapter 9

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood, undercover work, alcohol use, smut, kissing

Prologue/ Part 1/ Part 2/Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8

The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I stepped out of the unmarked car, the scene before me bathed in the eerie glow of flashing police lights. Yellow tape cordoned off the area, marking it as a crime scene. As I approached, the faint scent of blood mingled with the scent of damp earth, a grim reminder of the violence that had unfolded here.

My gaze swept over the scene, taking in the chaos of scattered evidence markers and the hushed whispers of forensic technicians. A knot formed in my stomach as I knelt beside the lifeless body, the victim's eyes frozen in a silent scream, their expression a haunting echo of the horror they must have endured.

The puzzle stretched out before me, a labyrinth of clues and half-truths waiting to be unraveled. I knew that behind every shattered life lay a story waiting to be told, and it was my job to piece together the fragments of evidence until the truth emerged from the shadows.

As I surveyed the scene, a single thought echoed in my mind: In a world stained with darkness, it was my duty to seek out the light, no matter how faint it may seem.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that danced across the crime scene. My partner, Detective Miller, approached, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

"What do we have, Agent?" he asked, his voice low.

I rose to my feet, my mind already racing with possibilities. "Looks like a professional job," I replied, gesturing to the neat arrangement of evidence. "No signs of struggle, no witnesses. It's like they vanished into thin air."

Miller nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Any leads?"

I shook my head, frustration gnawing at the edges of my mind. "Not yet. But we'll find something. We always do."

Together, we began to comb through the scene, each piece of evidence a thread in the intricate tapestry of the investigation. As the hours stretched on, the night seemed to grow darker, the weight of the unsolved mystery pressing down on my shoulders like a leaden cloak.

But I refused to give in to despair. I had seen the worst that humanity had to offer, and yet still, I believed in the power of justice to prevail.

And so, as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, I made a silent vow to the victim lying cold and lifeless before me: We would find the truth, no matter the cost.

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The family dinner meetings with the Chevaliers was quite a different kind of game. Alexandre was back in the family but instead Romain left. It wasn't an upgrade but it wasn't a downgrade either. You didn't want to be here, neither did Matthew.

The two of you had put time aside to talk but marvelously his father calls you into a family meeting before you could get any say.

"Where is dad and that whore!" Joris exclaims as you shake your head in disappointment but also since you feel lightheaded. You've been feeling off recently.

"Joris, stop. Your father respects her that's all that matters," you say out of frustration that he blames and calls the other woman wrong things. You lean against the railing as Joris screams at you. "Whose side are you on Y/N?!? Pull yourself together!" You don't even flinch but what's worse is that Matthew doesn't even stand up for you or defend you but instead his brother Alexandre tells Joris to control himself.

What is truly going on.

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Today was a day that nobody in the mission force and organisation wanted to experience. The day that a worker is killed. These days every single accomplishment feels useless, especially when a person is a fellow teammate.

Jake was….well devastated. Having a dagger get killed in the streets is something that never should have happened. Jake was close with the squad and so where you but this is something that affected him more.

"I'm sorry babe," you say sitting beside him, wrapping your arms around him, pulling Jake in close as he sat on the couch for ages just staring at his feet. You kissed the top of his head as he leaned into your chest and you wrapped around him more.

"Why Bob though, why in such a way." You didn't know how to answer that question. Bob's body was found cold dead this very early morning in the bin containers outside his house. His neck was twisted, which must have caused the death.

You were on the night shift last night so when they called you to check it out if it was him you wanted to throw up. His skin is all purple and glasses smashed. He had two big prints on two sides of his head. It was a disgusting sight to see.

He must have been drugged. From behind they believe. The person must have snuck up on him the previous night as he was throwing out some trash and treated him like some. After being drugged they could have done anything to him but it seems that the death occurred while being awake so he was on drugs and still awake before his neck got snapped.

"It's ok. Just a little longer, ok? Then this will all be ok." Your small words of encouragement meant a whole big wave of reality to woosh over Jake. Just a few more days until everything will be ok.

You knew that Jake needed this. He needed a sense of that everything will be okay and that he won't be alone. He needed to have the sense that his family will never leave him alone. His family is you and Kai.

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You were at the base today with only Phoenix and Rooster. Jake took the day off and anyways someone needed to take care of Kai after all. Phoenix looked wrecked, she had just lost her partner and closest friend.

Bradley didn't look any better. Hair messed up and no cocky smile was on his face. You looked at the two of them in pity. You didn't know bob well but you could tell that people cared about him and his death will be something that won't go past without a second thought.

"It doesn't make sense," Phoenix lets out, breaking the overwhelming silence and you look at her to see what her point was. Bradley began to look at her now but you didn't look, you inspected. You weren't sure what this was about but hopefully it was what you meant.

"Bob was looking into one of Justin's cases and boom, dead. And it is his style of murdering!" Phoenix may be on a track here. Bob recently started pulling out files to do with Justin and now magically he's dead. That's wrong.

Justin was a mad man and was trained to be an agent but when an agent became a murder of another that is one thing that'll never be forgiven.

Phoenix had a plan and it could actually work. If the three of you got up and stood in Justin's way, he'd pay for the pain and misery he brought upon agent Floyd.

"Accusing is a one way gate to hell, Phoenix," you warn her as the three of you enter the fight area where a case just has begun to be carried out. She looks at you in doubt but simply nods. Your opinions were tolerance. They were purity and adapted by everyone and she knows that you've been in severe cases so it is better to trust you word to word.

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"So you want them all gone?" You ask Olivia as she goes through all her plans with you. She trusted you and you respect that but she wants all the Chevaliers gone, things you learned today were horrid.

Olivia knows the Chevaliers because of the accident that happened ten years ago. The Fortuny family were….not so fortunate. Firstly, father drowned and his body washed back to shore and then his wife and two kids. The mother and two kids were killed in a car accident. The car was pushed off the cliff road and burned that way, it was done with purpose.

It was not an accident.

The only one who made it out with life was the daughter Emma. She managed to survive the car explosion. She was also Alexandre's girlfriend back then but the incident was one of the reasons he left the family.

She died in the hospital a week later.

But that was all a lie. She didn't die. You didn't know much about this case because ten years back you were just a fifteen year old girl living back in America with Tom and Sarah, so french incidents didn't even reach you.

Emma didn't die that week though. The incident never killed her. She was sitting right in front of you. She wanted revenge as well. Olivia is Emma.

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You're running, the case escalated instantly. You didn't know how to get out or how to run from this but it was getting serious. You had only seconds to get out of her and survive. You grab your gun from your left hand slot in your belt and you point it at an angle once you sprint. You had to know every way of possible consequences. You needed out.

The antagonist that the three of you were meant to confront ran for it but had a load of artillery on him making him more dangerous than possible. You sprint and see him. He doesn't see you, that's the magic of this situation. You could pull any string, play any game but the one that comes out of this is you.

All you had to do is point your gun directly at that silhouette of the figure, all you had to do is pull the trigger. All you had to do was shoot.

You pull the trigger.

You never did it so fast in your life. Your bones trembled in fear. You had to get back to your squadron. You couldn't even check the body, you had to get back, being out in the open with no bulletproof jacket or proper protective gear risked your life.

You turn left, left and then right. It was like a maze but it had to be completed. You weave your way back and soon start to realise the familiar landmarks as previously. You don't know what it is but something like this scares you.

Missions like your previous one that you and Jake did together did not bother you but this one scared the sack out of you. You never knew what it was but it always trembled in your veins.

You finally see the squad and see Bradley standing there, he looks pale, as if his life was crushed. You take your gun out of the right pocket and walk over to the gear technician that takes your weapon off you and counts the left bullets.

With slow easy steps you make your way to Bradley's side to notice him crying. You had no clue what had just occurred. You never seen the grown man cry and out of instinct you wrap your arms around him as a comfort mechanism.

"They shot her, Cobra. She's gone too." He whispers that in between sons on your shoulder. It takes you a good second to figure out the situation but you finally understand.

Phoenix got shot to death.

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The Law of Sin & Death

A stranger enters Devil's Peak

Thanks to @madbadash and @bluecoolr-main for beta reading, love you queens <3

CW: none I can think of, will add if any are brought to my attention

Texan roads often felt like they stretched for miles.

Like you could drive in a direction and you’ll always run into a story. For John Carson, the road led him to a little town called Devil’s Peak in search of a missing young man. Tapping the wheel as The Reaper played over the stereo, he stared at the vast wasteland as it slowly melted into a forest around him. 

His current lead being that his target was last seen on a Greyhound bus for Austin, though according to the family and bus staff he never made it. Instead, the kid must have gotten off at some point sooner which led to where John was now.

Passing a beat-up and vandalized sign that read Devil’s Prick, he thought it was surely a mild schoolboy prank, but something John figured shouldn’t be left here as long as it clearly had. He entered the small rural town that was almost missable on maps.

The perfect place to go if you wanted to disappear, John thought as he pulled through the beat-up dirty town. It was rare he got cases from out of state, much less a liberal state like California, but sometimes a case is too good to pass up. Especially when the pay is something short of a lottery win.

John pulled up to a police station, raising a brow at the state of the spot. To him, the place looked like it could get knocked down from just a bad windstorm. He gave the dump a break only because of the hurricane that’d passed by months before. Getting his sunglasses from the console John exited his truck, and walked into the station. 

Admittedly it was nicer inside.

“How can I help you, Sir?” A young man asked, looking up at John from his desk. John smiled politely and extended a hand, which the other took in a firm handshake.

“Detective John Carson. What’s your name, son?” John asked, not one for small talk.

“Officer Conners, sir. What brings a detective around these parts?” Conners responded with a raised eyebrow. John couldn’t help a chuckle escaping him before crossing his arms.

“I’m looking for a young man who went missing around here. He was meant to be in a family home in Austin but apparently never made it. Got his parents right worried about him.” John explained, taking note of how Conners seemed to shift a bit when he’d mentioned the word missing. Maybe if questioned more he’d get something useful, though it’d probably be better if-

“What information do you have on who you’re looking for so far?” Conners cut through the old man’s thoughts, standing up from his desk.

“From what my clients have told me, he should be roughly age 29 and 5’9. He’s from out of state, California to be exact. Looking at his pictures, it’s hard to miss him.” John spoke in a short matter-of-fact tone, searching his pocket and revealing a set of folded up photos. Handing them to Officer Conners who opened and looked through the batch with mild interest. John couldn’t tell if there was any spark of recognition in the young man’s eyes, resulting in worry in the back of his mind. Could this town be yet another an empty thread?

“If he is here it’s in both out our best interest he is brought home, Officer. I believe my job would go much smoother if I could had a brief word with the Sheriff.” Jonathan finished with a little shrug, the polite smile never leaving his lips as he watched the other man closely. On the surface, Conners seemed like the type to want to rely on intimidation or possibly brute strength. It was something John would always admired in his years in the military, even if breaking the spirit was too easy at times. Mental fortitude of a heated spoon, John thought to himself as he took back his photos and watched Conners walk to another room, assumably to chat with his boss.

Taking the brief moment alone to glance around the station, his eyes were drawn to a board near the entrance. Just hidden enough that you wouldn’t notice it well on the way in, but it was unmistakable when John saw the posters and pictures. 

A missing persons board. 

Walking up to the old panel presented John with a few questions but also a few answers. He’d already been here a mere twenty minutes at most and now he knew exactly what type of situation he was finding himself in.

John was soon about to surround himself with a pair of moronic bafoons.

Posters on posters left John staring, to the point he hadn’t noticed when a door opened and Conners returned with the Sheriff. 

“Mr. Carson?” The new man’s voice brought John back to reality and a little bit of relief swept through him when he saw the man was closer to his own age. Nodding a little in acknowledgment, they exchanged a brief handshake.

“Conners says you’re on a missing persons case?”

“Exactly right. I just want your permission before combing through your little town here. After all, I don’t mean to cause an issue and overstay my welcome.” John assured, his friendly tone never wavering. Stealing a glance at this man’s nametag so he knew who he had to put up with. 

Sheriff Burke.

“Well, sir, I don’t think you’ll find him here. Devil’s Peak barely has a population so if he had shown up, we would have noticed.” The gruff man spoke, his voice tired from what John could recognize the underlying hurt, possibly even grief. 

A sad man by default that anyone with half a braincell could easily take advantage of.

“With all due respect, you don’t seem to have the best track record to notice either a rise or drop in population.” John mused, glancing back at the missing person board. Conners shifted a bit but kept his mouth shut which John appreciated. He wasn’t excited to hear whatever dimwitted response the officer would’ve come up with.

“Either way, it’s important I find this man as fast as I can.” John continued, resting his sunglasses on his head before looking back at the two dolts. “I’ve been warned that he’s a dangerous man. One of those unwell types with violent outbursts and I have a sneaking suspicion he’s been off his crazy pills for longer than anyone should.” Burke nodded in understanding, John sighing in soft relief that maybe things can go smoothly in this dirt town.

“So I have permission to poke around?” Burke sighed and gave a small nod before exchanging a look with Conners who went back to his desk.

“Step into my office, Detective. We can discuss further in there.”

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2022 writing review 🤍

another year has come and gone! i was tagged by @neondiamond @beardyboyzx @wabadabadaba @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 18

2. Word count posted for the year: ~56k

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction

4. Pairings: Harry/Louis, with a dash of Zayn/Liam in my new fic

5. Story with the most: Kudos: greased lightnin’ [155] Bookmarks: Hill Country [54] Comment threads: Hill Country [17]

the rest is under the cut!

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): Hill Country was a creative experience from start to end. I mentioned this one a lot this year, but there's nothing major I would change about it. I will always, genuinely, enjoy re-reading it and I thank everyone who gives it a chance

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): it was a really hard year so i don't want to be negative about any of my works <3 they all have their strengths

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: I appreciate @lululawrence for kindly reccing dark blue on her June podcast episode here! I was in awe because it is a fic that i didn't think anyone would enjoy - and she COMPARED IT to other iconic crackfics, and it's just a big honor to have this underrated gem on that list.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: lately my writing motivation has dwindled as the daylight disappeared, and i didn't have a very fun time writing in aug-oct but i'm prepared to do better in 2023

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:��does Figs count? i loved the creativity that came with this style of poem and the 'scene' it sets up. i have been testing my limits with writing shorter but more impactful works this year

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: this is from after hours and i can't resist a scene where all hope is lost

“Harry, please, leave it.”

“I’ve been trying to hold onto something, to find something good out of the bad. Why don’t you?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“You said I’ve been too quiet. You said I wasn’t helping you figure it out, but I was. And I can’t be positive about it like you are, because the answer’s fucking obvious.” He makes a sweeping gesture at himself, an absolutely broken flick of the hand. He doesn’t bother to look at Harry. “It’s my fault.”

Then Harry can’t get a word in while Louis passes him, walking into the house. He doesn’t follow, not right away. Sooner or later he’ll have to go up, work through the stubbornly silent treatment to console Louis, and come up with an easier way to separate their guilt from what they have to do. 

That, and because, when the sound of footsteps returns, Harry realizes he has the keys.  

13. How do you hope to grow next year: 1) I want to continue betaing/cheerleading, so hit me up! 2) I hope i can write another 15k+ fic! that would be great because I enjoy the chance to sit with a plot/cast of characters for longer than a few months

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc): people who tagged me in snippet games!! i don't post those very often because it's hard for me to write more than a few sentences at a time and I have a lot of scattered dialogue and incomplete scenes, but i enjoy interacting with everyone

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:  this is a deep-dish-pizza-loving household, thus after hours gave it the attention it deserves. hill country also held a lot of texan essence~ and i'm glad i poured it in there. I-80 was inspired by a roadtrip. see-see was based on 15+ years of movie-going experiences (if i figure out how, i might write a longform deaf au, emphasis on might). i think that's it? i try to be creative and pull inspiration from things, but if it turns too personal it's difficult to not want it to be 100% perfect

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: not to say this applies to everyone - but I have learned in the last 1.5 years of writing fic, it's important to take things in moderation when planning wips and committing to fests. i learned this the hard way, and it made me reevaluate my connection to writing and taking care of myself

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: it's a slow year! I am working on fics for @harryrarepairfest and @omegaharryfest due in March before I take a personal break. Then two more projects finished by November? I'm also open to writing for other fandoms 🫣

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read. @allwaswell16 @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @onlythebravest @tommokat @beelou @phd-mama @littleroverlouis @starsweredible @thedevilinmybrain and who else wants to share!

#* #another year another review!!! #i think i'm repeating myself but whatever. thank you for reading!