#Top Tino Post

[theorderofthetriad]

#obligatory relevant discworld quote that i didn't feel comfortable derailing the post that reminded me of it for #discworld #terry pratchett #not tagging the book name for obvious reasons #santagno #top tino post

[aphpuffinchild]

since it's out i can finally post my piece for @hws-anthology as well as the timelapse for it. as is arguably all my hetalia work, it's a love letter to my friend @pyrrhocorax 's fic Sendlingur og Sandlóa - i'll ramble a bit about how much it means to me, as well as the symbolism i wormed into this piece below the read more :)

i originally had two pages planned for this piece, potentially more - the fic is a good 74k words long and certainly not light on scenes i could and wanted to pull from, but various things led into other various things and one page was all i could manage, so i tried to cram in what i could, so here's that (in a rough, somewhat arbitrary order of focal points)

the opening chapter! the car is a framing device for the piece as much as it is for the journey the characters will take following that first chapter, so i wanted to use the car window/shapes as a literal framing device in my drawing

joi, shaky at best in his sense of self, sees no reflection in the window, instead there's a silhouetted raven to signify the search he must go on to find it

while not perfectly transcribed by virtue of wonky (plus an extra) line(s), the notes coming from joi's headphones are the opening to the song sendlingur og sandlóa, the fic's namesake, which a loved one kindly transposed by ear for me for the purpose of this piece

in a similar vein, the stickers on joi's suitcase are of a purple sandpiper and a ringed plover, the birds after which the song is named - here they are as transparents and in their original colours

i wanted to create a sliiight impression that joi is the one knocking over the chessboard, representing his repeated rejections of it (both physically, and the things it represents)

the chess pieces were also chosen specifically! originally i was going to use a black rook and a white pawn to match chapter 41, but for the sake of having alternating colours and the rest of my metaphors working (iirc) i swapped those colours around. that, and i wanted to match chapter 13's white king and black pawn - the black pawn stuck, the white king was colour swapped for colour cohesion reasons like the other's. (visual contrast was important to me, but the white queen blending slightly into the sky was okay for symbolism reasons) (there was also black king, white rook from chapter 3, so it all worked out anyway - there's a lot of chess in this story and i only had space for so many pieces and colours, basically)

speaking of which, the black pawn is for joi (chapter 13), the white queen is for halle (someone who, from joi's perspective, can go anywhere, vs joi's pawn, someone to be used -> see chapter 35 and perspective).

the king piece is falling (but hasn't quite fallen) between halle and henrik (chapter 3, 7, 13, though i most clearly thought of 19)

the person in the top right corner is eduard! i desperately wanted to include him because i think he's deserved it, and i considered a lot of ways of working him in, but i think an ambiguous silhouette that isn't Quite part of the main picture works better narratively

note also that he's separated from the other's through a red curtain, to represent the iron curtain (naturally) i wanted it to match ber + tino's part in some way, to sorta emphasise their similar foundations despite being split apart across places

the flowers at eduard's window are placed and chosen purposefully as well! orange/red zinnia's outside (for familial ties, steadfastness, friendship and remembrance) for what eduard puts out in to the world, then lily-of-the-valley for tino and cornflower for him inside to show what he wants to hold close :)

halle and joi are the only characters with their eyes open - halle looks towards the viewer/author/reader/joi, while joi looks away all together. if you've read the fic (which i assume you have because i can't imagine this is interested to read otherwise) you probably don't need me to explain why that reflects their roles in the story

similarly, every character apart from the brothers is turned towards another in some way (eduard does not count when his flowers do, and his role in the story is based around that disconnect partially anyway) tino towards ber and eduard (and hana, i guess), ber towards tino, henrik to halle, halle to henrik (though he looks away - his values are elsewhere even when they are together). joi, at best, looks at his own reflection in the window

the colour scheme, while arbitrarily picked from gradient maps based on what i felt "fit" has been approved by the author as being very "SoS core"

finally, the poem on the note, chapter 46

all that being said, i can and will now talk about my personal relationship with SoS, so unless that interests you i imagine the post is done now! thank you for reading :)

the first comment i posted on SoS is dated 2nd November 2016 - logging into my old account i can see i bookmarked it on the 31st August that same year, so i can safely assume i first read or at least found it then. a month after my first comment, i posted another on a different account, pouring a few bits of my heart out and the author responded! we went back and forth a bit and eventually talked (i think) via tumblr for a little, but the majority of our conversations were via skype for whatever reason (we didn't call, just texted). it was a lot of me looking for writing advice, insight to their work/process/skill, talking about The Brothers and talking about psychology/the brain on a general and personal level. i think if i read our conversations back now i'd cringe, given that i was an awkward, fumbling 16 year old, but i dont think anything else wouldve been fitting given the subject matter. eventually our conversations fizzled out and we stopped talking for years, but i'd go back to SoS routinely and cry.

in may of 2021, i posted another comment during what in hindsight was definitely another relatively minor mental health episode - i think it was half trying to emphasise how important the work was to me on the off chance pyrr saw it, and half a bid for connection since i had no idea if they even remembered us talking. i assumed nothing would come of it, and for about a year that was true - until pyrr responded after all in february of 2022 - i'm happy to say we've been talking consistently on discord since then. i feel a little weird speaking too intimately about our friendship as it is now since it's not just my story to tell (though pyrr, if you're reading this) (i'm sure you are at some point) (you're welcome to talk about it however, i just didn't want to without consulting you) but i can say with some certainty that it's at least a little bit my fault that we have a sequel now - cementing my place as official number #1 fan and validating the me from almost 8 years ago in a way i don't think either of us processes well.

it's here that i feel the need to talk about my other dear friend, @hws-lceland , who i'm grateful to have met through the zine's discord server. i'm sure they're reading this too, and a lot of what our relationship means to me is stuff that's probably a bit too vulnerable for either of us to speak publicly, but i *can* say that i love them very much, and i'm really grateful to have someone else to understand, and that he read SoS for me. i thought he needed it, and i hope i was right

sendlingur is...endlessly important to me. i'm aiming to not write an essay here (a goal i think i've already sorta shot in the foot) but i think it's important for me to talk about some of this a little loudly, all the same. my writing has changed because of the series - remeeting with pyrr and showing them some of my more recent work was interesting since it was apparent even to them the influences i'd taken (to be fair, in one section i explicitly asked and did borrow a format of theirs, but this goes beyond that). when i was 16 i asked my mum to read the fic in a desperate bid to be understood. i've cried reading the fic many, many times. i've signed off letters and poems with my switched around version of i'm sorry / thank you / i love you (i swap the first two around) many, many, many times, including in a close friend's wedding gift. SoS has very sincerely changed my definition of love. the name halle is a part of my abstract mindscape. id already considered changing my name to johannes anyway and this fic certainly didnt help. i've gained a friendship of 7 and a half years through it. i've gained another newer one now, too. i am not well. i wasn't well then, reading it, and it hasn't fixed me (i am worse, now, arguably), but it healed something, or at least made me feel understood. i could go on, and maybe sometime i will (there were so many things i wanted to include in my piece and pay homage to!), but for now i will thank anyone who took the time to read all this (again), and say that i look forward to experiencing the sequel

as always, i'm sorry, thank you, i love you

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[annicaax]

This is a bit of old news. the last time I opened Ayakoi a few weeks ago I saw tino book 2 was being released in the court of darkness Japanese, MakaNai app

I really love the intricate plot they weave into these stories. We get to know more about the iritum and all the guys hiding behind the hood, all the evil lurking behind the shadows. So far Jasper and Grayson's books were way too amazing. (I will admit I haven't devotedly followed Fenn or Rio. I was really busy and wasn't making enough spirit points. I will get back to them eventually . Those characters are not my favorites, so yeah another reason...) And everybody who read my blog post or follow me already know why I read Jasper book 2 (yes only for Sewan. I was stunned. what an amazing book it was. even Jasper redeemed himself, hm good)

Grayson is one of my top favorites and his book 2 was just as amazing. COD might not exactly follow the Japanese order for its releases but I am sure that Tino book two will grace us soon, before the year-end ... They really are bringing us quick updates so I am excited

Or maybe they will bring us acquia!??

#otome #cod tino #cod jasper #cod sewan #cod grayson #court of darkness #voltage inc #annika's otome rants #cod aquia

[twosides--samecoin]

about me tag!

as tagged by @incognito-insomniac <3 thank you and I hope you are having a good day :) tagging @edaworks @khazrablood @vault-heck @some27-url @anonymouscosmos for an about me tag if you would like, no pressure~

❤️ last song you listened to?

every shining time you arrive - sunny day real estate

bonus: vocal coach - bomb the music industry

emo/post punk fans rise up

🧡 ideal pizza toppings?

I swear I am not picky, but I know what I like (used to make pizza at a local place, as well :P)

This is a hot take but I regret to inform you anchovies are good on pizza. I also like super salty savoury umami flavour so there you go

99% of the time I am getting a veggie pizza with jalapeno peppers if it's at a chain place. Minimal olives though and NEVER green olives

If I can see the oven the establishment uses and they have classic options I go for those instead :D I loooove regional pizza like the white clam pie you find in New Haven CT and Chicago style deep dish. Truly I am not picky I love pizza

💛 dream vacation

sine wave across america: southbound pacific crest trail, walk to the southern terminus of the continental divide trail, hike to alberta, then follow ice age trail and go to katahdin and southbound to georgia on the appalachian trail

💚 earth, air, fire, or water?

flashback to playing smash bros melee at the EB games when it was a demo: some kid playing bowser: "you want some fire? you want some fire?" just spamming his fire breath attack

💙 cartoon you grew up on?

If it aired on YTV/Teletoon/Family Channel during the late 90's/early aughts, I saw it!

this clip from the weekenders lives in my brain. I think of this every damn day at least once:

Tino's mom finds a note on the fridge that says "take to a kumquat" and she looks at the bowl of kumquats two feet from the fridge and she meets her neurotic son there for a secret meeting.

💜 favourite scent?

bonfire, oud wood, eucalyptus, palo santo, satya nag champa

bonus: angel and alien perfumes by mugler

#about me tag #tag games #thank you for the tag

[dailyrugbytoday]

Toa Samoa v Kangaroos Rugby League World Cup Final in Manchester

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Toa Samoa v Kangaroos Rugby League World Cup Final in Manchester

Samoan fans around the world are preparing for parades and celebrations ahead of the Rugby League World Cup showdown between Toa Samoa vs Kangaroos Australia’s.

Toa Samoa enters Old Trafford in Manchester early on Sunday morning as the first Pacific Island nation to qualify for a Rugby League World Cup Grand Final.

Their electrifying victory over England in the semi-final has made Toa Samoa fans more ambitious, with many confident their team can pull off an upset against Australia.

There are two events planned in Auckland, one in Māngere on Saturday afternoon between 2pm and 5pm, and the other in Ōtara, early Sunday morning – between 3.30am and 9.30am there will be a large screen live-streaming the full game in the carpark behind Ōtara Town Centre.

Read More: 2022 RLWC Final Kangaroos vs Samoa on Fox Sports in Manchester

Rugby League World Cup Final

The Rugby League World Cup is an international rugby league tournament contested by the top national representative teams. The tournament is administered by the International Rugby League and was first held in France in 1954, which was the first World Cup held for any form of rugby football.

Old Trafford will host the double-header final for the Rugby League World Cup.

Located in Manchester, England, the ground has a capacity of 74,310 which makes it the second-largest sports stadium in the country behind Wembley Stadium.

The famous stadium is the home of football team Manchester United, but with the English Premier League pausing for the FIFA World Cup in mid-November, it is available for use.

Due to this scheduling, no other Rugby League World Cup games will be played at Old Trafford earlier in the tournament.

Rugby League World Cup

Read More: Women’s Rugby League World Cup 2021 final: Jillaroos vs Kiwi Ferns

How to watch the Rugby League World Cup final

Fox League will hold exclusive rights to the 2022 Rugby League World Cup in Australia.

Spark Sport will broadcast all games in New Zealand, with Channel Three and ThreeNow to show Kiwis games live.

BBC will host the RLWC in the UK, with games to be held on their main channel and streaming services.

Toa Samoa v Kangaroos Rugby League

Gallagher Australian Kangaroos Head Coach Mal Meninga has named a 19-man squad for the Rugby League World Cup 2021 Final against Samoa at Old Trafford on Sunday, November 20 (AEDT).

Meninga has made no changes to the 19 players selected for last week’s semi-final.

“I am very happy with the attitude and performances of all 24 players throughout the World Cup but keeping the same team for the final is a bonus,” Meninga said.

Kangaroos name squad to face Samoa in World Cup Final. source by the daily Rugby

9. Josh Addo-Carr 6. Reagan Campbell-Gillard 13. Patrick Carrigan 2. Daly Cherry-Evans 14. Nathan Cleary 16. Reuben Cotter 17. Angus Crichton 18. Tino Fa’asuamaleaui 20. Harry Grant 4. Valentine Holmes 3. Ben Hunt 21. Liam Martin 8. Latrell Mitchell 7. Cameron Munster 11. Cameron Murray (vc) 1. James Tedesco (capt.) 5. Jake Trbojevic 10. Jack Wighton 24. Isaah Yeo (vc)

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Yusuf Pathan and Tino Best played quick innings in a thrilling match, got the team to victory

Yusuf Pathan and Tino Best played quick innings in a thrilling match, got the team to victory

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[daydreaming-in-letters]

Good night, Mr Cavill

Part 3 - And then there was only one

06/11/2021

Pairing: teacher!Henry Cavill x plus-size teacher!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 893

Warnings: rpf, language, ridiculously cheesy stereotypical trope

Summary: Miss Y/L/N is just about to settle in when Mr Cavill comes knocking on her door with bad news.

A/N: I'm sorry, but I just had to do this. 😉 Also sorry for the short chapter, I’ll make up for it by posting the next one soon.

If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

Still not quite believing his luck, he looked down at the sheet of paper once more, just to make sure, before he straightened his shoulders, cleared his throat and knocked, twice.

“Just a second,” he heard her muffled answer through the closed door. At least she seemed to be in good spirits, yet, he thought, but when she finally opened the door and her eyes landed on his grave face, the gorgeous smile vanished from her lips instantly.

“Has something happened? Is someone hurt?” she asked, switching into alert mode, ready to dash out the door and perform first aid.

“No, no. Everyone is fine,” he assured her. “But I’m afraid something has come up. A slight hick-up, so to say.” His feeble grin had actually been designed to calm her a little, but it seemed to achieve the complete opposite as she narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Can I maybe come in so we can discuss this matter without prying ears?”

He could see that she was reluctant to let him in and his hopes that she would make this easy for him died away on the spot. But then she finally stepped aside and extended her arm in a half-hearted welcoming gesture.

“Be my guest.”

Her room looked like the exact mirror image of his, a wardrobe, a small desk with a chair in front of the window, and a queen-size bed that was actually much too narrow to deserve that term. The open suitcase on top of it suggested that she had already begun to unpack, which would probably increase her opposition to his proposal. And yet, it was the only reasonable solution.

“Well, what is this top secret hick-up that you need to discuss with me in private?” she challenged as soon as the door had clicked shut behind his back.

“Alright, um,” he cleared his throat again, “here we go. Okay, you know about Tino and his condition, I suppose?”

“If you are referring to his autism, yes, I’m aware of that.”

“Okay, great, I mean that you know already, not that he is autistic, of course,” he stammered. Gosh, this conversation had been a lot easier when he had imagined it on his way up from the lobby. “Well, his parents and I really had a hard time convincing him to join the class on this trip, but he eventually agreed under one condition.”

Her eyes narrowed again, arms folding defensively underneath her full bust, and the enchanting view almost made him forget what he had wanted to say.

“What condition?” she thankfully reminded him of the reason for this conversation.

“Yes, right. The condition. So, um, you know he has some issues when it comes to social interaction and being close to others and—”

“Henry,” she cut him off harshly as her patience was wearing thin, “get to the point, please.”

“Ok, here we go. He needs a single room, but the hostel messed up and booked only two single rooms for you and me and—”

“No! No, no, no, no, no!”

Her eyes widened as she fully comprehended the consequences of his words and suddenly the glee he had felt at first faltered and was replaced by the overwhelming need to console her. But as he took a step towards her, she shied away from his touch.

“Y/N, please. I’m not happy with this solution either, but there is no other way. The guy at the front desk told me that they are fully booked and Tino refuses unwaveringly to even set foot into one of the other boys’ rooms. So unless you can reconcile with your conscience that he is going to sleep in the corridor for the next three nights, I fear you will have to vacate your room and move in with me.”

“No! This is not going to happen.” She turned her back on him, signalling that this conversation was over.

“Fine. I’m sure you won’t have a problem to tell Tino about your decision yourself.”

And when she turned around to tell him stubbornly that she had absolutely no problem with delivering the message, she found that he had already opened the door to reveal a very impatient Tino, who was eager to march in and take possession of the room by planting his suitcase at the foot end of the bed.

“Go ahead then, tell him,” Henry demanded and it took him everything not to lose his composure while he watched her face fall as the weedy boy looked up at her expectantly from behind his glasses. For a moment, the three of them stood there in complete silence, but she didn’t need to say a single word to reveal what was going on inside her head. He enjoyed the spectacle of emotions that danced across her face and he would have given everything to take a glimpse at the turmoil that was raging behind her mesmerising eyes.

“Oh, for God’s sake, fine. You can have my room,” she gave in before her furious gaze fell on Henry again. “But you and me, we are not finished yet.”

He knew it was absolutely inappropriate and that it would only make things worse, but he just couldn’t hold back the remark that was forming on his tongue. “I’m counting on it, Miss Y/L/N.”

Part 4

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[theorderofthetriad]

Consider the following: Loki is a known liar, and Matt Murdock can tell whenever people are lying.

#i refuse to be anything other than absolutely obnoxious about this #matt murdock #daredevil #loki #loki odinson #marvel #mcu #frostdevil #top tino post #my art #santagno #pvp enabled

[ladymiraclewings]

Super Wings S6 Review (Ep. 11) (1/2)

I just finished watching the new two parts special from Super Wings “The Legendary Super Wings”, and it's just AWESOME (especially in the second part). Here are the reviews in 2 posts for each of the two parts because a lot of things are happening.

As Jett and Astra both return from a mission, Sky and the Super Pets come to greet them and then announce to Jett that he is about to complete his 300th mission. Sky take them to the Hall of Fame, a room where all the important Super Wings have their pictures placed here.

Jett, excited to be a part of the most greatest Super Wings soon, is looking forward to his next assignment. Unfortunately, Theodore / Golden Boy and Isidore / Golden Wheels, infiltrate the Hall of Fame. Theodore decides to sabotage Jett's next mission so that it is he who can have his photo.

At the same time in Greenland, Eric and his father feel a strange shock, they discover that a giant iceberg has washed up on the ice floe. Seeing something inside, Eric decides to order the Super Wings a special laser to melt the ice.

Deciding to stay with Eric to see what's in the Iceberg, Jett and the young boy begin to melt the ice, first the bottom...

Then the top of the iceberg, to where the head seems to be. After thawing out all the ice that was around, Jett and Eric discover that they are a Dinosaur (who happens to be Tino, a Legendary Super Wings, but the two friends don't know it yet).

Unfortunately, Theodore and Isidore disembark in order to prevent Jett from succeeding in his mission, they throw a harpoon towards the iceberg and pull him towards their direction. Jett and his friend, unsettled by the new tremor, fall on the pack ice and watch the large block of ice with the Dinosaur walk away without realizing what is going on.

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I posted 987 times in 2021

192 posts created (19%)

795 posts reblogged (81%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 4.1 posts.

I added 358 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#that’s why i’m apos i am giving her her own reasoning for her aditude and a mother figure so she can figure things out with her own parents

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I can’t express the joy I get from logging on and thinking oh time to see what the miraculous fandom thinks of the new episode and then scrolling down to people pouring their hearts into the show. The passion people have for the show is never ending and people’s talents are endless. Comics, gifs, theories, you name it they have it. No one really speaks the language the episode aired in, people are translating things wrong, the fandom is both on fire and having the best time of their lives. And I get to enjoy some art, take my imaginary sip of tea and find out my sip of miraculous knowledge, and decide if I will watch the episode or if I got enough of a grasp of the episode. And then I enjoy the fandom, take in the episode for a couple weeks and the cycle restarts.

27 notes • Posted 2021-08-04 06:13:38 GMT

#4

Soy Luna facts/questions that worry me to this day

- Tino and Cato always seemed to forget Ribertos medicine and were not very helpful nurses, did they accidentally kill Roberto?

- Simon was kidnapped and this was minor news compared to lumbar and lutteo drama. That kid is probably traumatized from being in the back of a dark van for probably and hour and not knowing who took him.

- Rey almost ran over Luna and he knew it was Luna so what in the world are his morals or am I forgetting something? He also stole from a 16 year old’s room, and the list gets worse

- Simon got pushed off a stage. (Again someone protect this child)

- Tamara left and I don’t know where she went. Why did she not stay in touch? Why did you leave the kids in charge, I love you Tamara but that’s a lot of responsibility for kids who half the time are multitasking their life goals. Where are you Tamara?

- Yam stoped perusing her design career?!?!?

- I still dislike Matteo’s dad for deciding that his music career choice was okay, only after Matteo had distanced himself and was having a breakdown (I have so many thoughts on this read my fic “are you serious” for reference)

- where are Tino, Cato and Amanda? Amanda I wish the best for you, I am so sorry the writers made you go through so much. You deserve better. Sharon terrified her, made her think she is crazy, and Amanda deserves better

- the cameras. Nothing else needs to be said

- Where is Ambars bio mom?

- RIP Roberto, I still think about your death and you died in the first episodes

- Oh and the whole entire catching a person on fire thing. Disney I did not know expect that. Sharon why did you not do something?

27 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 06:07:01 GMT

#3

Thankyou @theuniversezecho for tagging me!!

Rules are to answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better/catch up with!

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last movie: Finding Ohana, I watched it with family

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34 notes • Posted 2021-02-10 04:22:36 GMT

#2

Control Z s2 spoilers: Spoilers!!!!!

It’s heartbreaking that Sofi was so prepared to finally explain things to her mom, and promised she could do “this thing right”, but even when she does everything she can to “fix” things, her miscommunication with Javi leads to the gun falling back into use and then screwing up everything for everyone involved.

Have I been saying Javi will and does protect literally everyone, but sadly it lead to saving one life, a fight on a roof, and a death.

They are so screwed. Sofi can’t just fix this one. For the first time it’s actually partly her fault, and it’s not something they can just “control Z”.

41 notes • Posted 2021-08-07 18:20:04 GMT

#1

I love all the Soy Luna characters, they all have their perks and their faults and that’s what makes them fun and that’s what makes them human!

I love when I see positivity for all the characters in the fandom, and how people join together to love the characters we all know and love.

In the end they are all teenagers having fun, learning hard lessons, and growing up. And that’s what makes me love them so much. The characters aren’t perfect and never were supposed to be, because that’s what makes them human, that’s what makes them fun.

So here is to all the characters, and the fact that as a fandom we love them and the show. Here is to the hard work put into this show, the music, the dance, the fun interactions and character development. Here is to our blogs, past and future, big and small. Here is to the everyone who speaks any language and watched the show, in Spanish, sub or dub. Here is to the fandom, and everyone we met along the way. Here is to Soy Luna.

51 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 02:02:04 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #wow my pinned post is my number one that makes me happy this is once again a reminder that i love the soy luna fandom #im not posting as much but still around lol #thankyou mutuals and fandom you guys have no idea how important you guys have been to me this past year #when i say i love you guys i really do i made it through a lot by having this positive amazing space and community #anyways to the soy luna ect fandom #ink.speaks

[niccage]

top 5 work pets cause i want to hear the stories lol ❤️

OMG HELLOOOO MY BELOVED!!!! Omg I had to do like a 30 pet bracket to come up w my answers for this BUT I THINK IVE FOUND MY CHAMPIONS….

Leading the list at #1 is Buck the world’s biggest german shepherd. He is The Dog at work who i regularly forget isn’t mine. I’m 5 foot 10 and his head comes up to my ribs. Seriously just a Dane sized shepherd. He LOVES fetch but he got his hips at the dollar store so he gets like 3 throws and then it’s all vibes. Smartest dog in the world. Love him more than life itself.

#2. Long time listeners knew he was coming. Simba the pit bull. Muse behind the “#yes THAT simba” tag. Terrible walker. Afraid of two things: things that move, and things that don’t move. If he doesn’t want to move he’s not moving. People across the street have called him “stubborn” before. Once I had to carry him a mile in a foot of snow. His mom calls him “grandpa” and she’s right. I would die for him. Truly bestie status.

#3. Fred the basset hound. Again a terrible walker but as you’ll find out I have an affinity for assholes. Fred hates hates hates to walk. His mom is always home and hands me 4 milkbones before we start, which i then break into 900 pieces and use to get him to walk one block in the span of twenty minutes like a horse with a carrot in front of its head. Sometimes the treats don’t work and I literally sit on the sidewalk with him for twenty minutes and pet him. His parents are Cubs fans and he had a cardboard cutout in the stands during covid. A lot of my coworkers are terrified of fred bc he apparently bites but we’re cool. Fred understands that I work for him and not the other way around.

#4. This would not be a Greatest Hits post without Spud the greyhound. Spud is old as fuck but can still apparently run like 40 mph according to his mom but overall he realllly likes to take his time on walks. He’s a gentle boy. Sometimes I’ll sit on his bed with him and stare into his eyes and start crying for no reason. He is so so so sweet. He has a tiny terrier brother with the exact same markings as him and everyone thinks that he’s a puppy spud it’s really really cute.

#5. Tino the Papillon. I call him my little Tostinos pizza roll. Mean. Mean mean mean mean mean. Hates to walk. Only accepts 67°-73° weather, rain is out of the question why would you even say that. You have to pick him up in the house and carry him down the block and let him angrily walk back, but he tries to bite so you have to subtly scoop him up from the back. Around like 8 months into this gig Tino and I finally became friends and he lets me pet him now (ONLY before walk. Too angry after walk to even consider it) and one time I ran into his mom and she said “I cant believe he lets you touch him” and i was just like “I know.” I LOOOOVE him. Like favorite favorite favorite gremlin. He is the #1 dog that i want to adopt but his parents love him too much. He spends all of his time on a heated blanket on the couch with a water bowl and his teddy bear. Yes he has bitten me many times. He recently got an 8 year old Samoyed brother and they are like big cloud and little cloud 🥺

#long post #BUT THESE ARE THE LEGENDS 😭❤️❤️❤️ #AND I LOVE U AND THANK U FOR THIS ASK I HAD A BALL ANSWERIN IT 🥺 #MWAHHHH #ask box #ask games #sarah-snooks #susans adventures in petsitting

[bessmarvins]

So, you guys got a preview of this thanks to the challenge that @knockoutqueenoftheunderworld tagged me in. It’s been sitting in my drafts for months almost finished and I think it’s rambly and just ajgwjaoig i’ve been debating on whether or not to even post it but I don’t want to put anymore energy into it. I just want to throw it out into the void lol so here ya are: another chapter of my lil ficlet series (first installment here) ok thank you goodnight happy belated birthday @ladylindaaa 

Nancy rubbed her eye, leaning over her case notes on the floor of Frank and Joe’s room in the sleeping car. She twirled a thin lock of her red hair around a long finger and titled her head, staring intently at the letter Lori had given her. She had to squint in the dim light of the bedside lamp, her slightly unkempt brows furrowed. She trailed her pencil across the paper, following every line, silently mouthing the letter word for word. 

Frank noticed all of these things. He noticed everything about her. He noticed the pea-sized beauty mark next to her eye, he noticed the chipped maroon polish on her nails, he noticed the way her breath sped up and slowed back down again as she tried to decode the letter. He was trying so hard to stop noticing. He couldn’t help it. Something kept his eyes glued on her, from the moment they met at Union Station.

The truth was he had noticed her long before that. He had always had a crush on Nancy, not that he’d admit it to anyone. Especially not Joe, who caught on fast and teased him mercilessly for it. He was always eager to answer her calls, excited to talk through her cases with her. He loved hearing the awe in her voice when she figured out a clue and the gratefulness in it when he and Joe (somehow) managed to be of help to her. 

She was so god damn smart. Frank could hear the gears turning in her mind over the phone. He was convinced she didn’t need him and Joe--she could have called anyone to use as a sounding board for her ideas and figured it out on her own. She usually chose to ask their opinions anyway, and Frank was more than happy to oblige.

But since they met for this case, it’s begun to feel less like just a crush. He and Nancy (and, admittedly, his brother) had formed a sort of bond. They quickly found their rhythm together working the case and Frank thoroughly enjoyed their dynamic. It was exhilarating: their first case with Nancy Drew on an old train chugging along through the Colorado desert.

Maybe being in such a dreamy atmosphere was clouding his mind. The romantic backstory of Jake and Camille certainly didn’t help. But the more time he spent exploring and investigating with Nancy, the more he gravitated toward her.

He was sure she had noticed him staring by now. He could usually keep his cool over the phone, but being here, in person with her, able to see her bright blue eyes, touch her soft arms and smell her perfume when they hugged at the train station...it was wearing him down.

They hadn’t seen each other in two years, their last encounter at Joe’s high school graduation party. He recalled their earlier meetings, in the midst of puberty, when his crush had first formed and he stumbled over his words in front of her. He felt like that 15 year old kid again, stuttering and mumbling around her, begging Joe not to embarrass them. Not much had changed.

In reality, Joe’s antics on this trip were probably charming her more than anything, and Frank was just making things awkward. 

Luckily, Nancy was just as excited to work with him-them-as he was to work with her. She was beaming when they met at the train station early that morning. She ran to them with every clue she found on the train, eager to put all of their brains together.

If Frank wasn’t so insecure he’d notice Nancy’s eyes lingering on him more than Joe when the three of them huddled in the dining car. He’d interpret her compliments on his abilities and intelligence as more than just friendly observations of a fellow detective. He’d realize she admired him in more ways than one. Nancy was usually the oblivious one, but for a semi-professional detective, he was being incredibly obtuse.

Then again, she wasn’t exactly being as upfront as she would be about anything else. Nancy was nothing if not blunt, but she couldn’t very well treat Frank like a suspect. She had no issue confronting everyone on this train, but confronting her feelings? That sounded like a nightmare.

She was also all too aware of the ethical reasons she couldn’t, or shouldn’t, tell Frank how she felt. While they weren’t exactly talking at the moment, she knew Ned was waiting for her at home. She knew he’d eventually apologize. She wasn’t even sure what he’d be apologizing for. She was always the one who needed to say sorry.

She hadn’t seen the boy in two years--so what if her crush had resurfaced? Was it worth risking a solid relationship for a fleeting desire? She had something real, something tangible. Frank Hardy was always just a guilty pleasure of her imagination; a fantasy her mind wandered to when she wanted to get out of her own head, out of River Heights.

But wasn’t that the life she craved anyway?

Joe had fallen asleep already, his steady, quiet snoring trailing down from the top bunk. Nancy and Frank sat close on the floor below and kept quiet. Frank was leaning against the bottom bunk he had claimed, Nancy sitting cross-legged a few inches in front of him. The dim light of the lamp on the bedside table shone warm and yellow on Nancy’s skin.

About an hour had gone by without either of them uttering a word, sitting in comfortable silence together. Admittedly, Frank had spent the better half of that hour looking at or thinking about Nancy rather than the case.

“Can you make heads or tails of this?” she asked him, waving Jake’s letter at him. “I thought I cracked part of it but I might just be sleep-deprived.”

Frank yawned and took the paper from her. He stared at the old parchment paper, the fading black script swimming in front of him. Calico, Silverado, blah blah blah...He wiped his hand over his face and handed the letter back.

“Nance, it’s been a long day. I think it’s best to just look at it with a fresh set of eyes in the morning.”

Nancy looked disappointed as she took the letter back. She made no moves to get up, just resumed flipping through her notebook. As tired as Frank was, he didn’t want her to leave, so he pretended to be looking at his own notes and tried not to fall asleep. He rested his head against the bed behind him. His eyes fluttering shut. He’d just rest his eyes for a moment...then he could spend more time with Nancy...

He jolted awake when he heard himself snore. He jerked his head up and looked at Nancy, who wasn’t looking at him, but still immersed in her notes. Thank God, he thought.

He wiped the corner of his mouth surreptitiously, in case, god forbid, he had drooled during his nap. He couldn’t have been out for long, she probably didn’t even notice...

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said, smiling slyly as she kept her head down. Frank blushed, admittedly enjoying the sound of that coming out of her mouth.

“Sorry, it’s been a long day, I guess it just..caught up to me. I-”

“No, I’m sorry, I’m probably keeping you awake.”

“Oh, no, I mean, obviously I can fall asleep sitting straight up with you here, so...” He smiled, embarrassed.

“I just...feel a little weird in my room. It’s where Camille used to sleep, apparently, and before you say it,” Nancy looked at him pointedly. He smirked. “No, I don’t believe in ghosts now. But I think John Grey has been pulling tricks to make people think Camille’s spirit’s roaming around here, and I don’t want to be a target.”

“If you say so, Drew. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Joe you’ve suddenly become a believer.”

She shot him another look.

“I do say so. After what Lori pulled on us, who knows what else we’re in for.”

“You have a point,” he conceded.

“I always do.” Nancy smiled playfully, and Frank’s stomach knotted. He was in awe of the way they fell back into this groove every time they worked on a case together. The light teasing, bouncing ideas off one another.

“Plus, Tino said something about ‘going over our notes together,’ which I think means he just wants to see what I’ve found out so far, and I don’t want to be there if or when he knocks on my door. I’d rather just avoid him.”

“What a sleazebag.” Frank scoffed. “He’s been so condescending this whole trip, and he wants to take credit for your work. Let me know if he says anything else. I know Joe is just looking for an excuse to deck him.”

Nancy shook her head. “No no no, Frank, really, it’s okay. I can handle myself.”

Frank backtracked. “I know! I was mostly kidding. I-I wasn’t saying you couldn’t, or-”

“Besides, I really don’t want you to get kicked off of this trip.” She put her hand on his tense thigh.

Frank softened immediately. “You’re right. I wouldn’t actually hit the guy, you know. Joe might, though.” Nancy breathed out a laugh.

He kept talking to keep his mind off of her hand on his leg. “You can stay in here as long as you want. I mean...I’ll even sleep on the floor, if you want to take my bunk.”

“No, I couldn’t do that to you!”

“Nancy, please. As you can see, I’ll fall asleep anywhere.”

She stayed silent, reluctant to accept his offer, but inwardly groaning at the thought of sleeping on the floor of a train car.

“I’m not taking no for an answer.”

She smiled graciously.

She scooted over to lean against the bed next to him, her arm dangerously close to his.

“You’re the best.”

Frank cracked a toothy smile and he felt a flutter in his stomach.

“I’m so glad you invited me. I was really excited to hear from you,” Nancy gushed, but instantly cringed, wondering if she was coming on too strong.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” Frank’s deep voice and sincere tone sent a shiver down Nancy’s spine.

Their hands, propping them both up on the floor, were nearly touching. Nancy shifted hers so her pinky grazed his thumb.

“You know, I missed you guys, a lot.”

Frank turned to her when she said this to find her facing him, her nose just a few inches from his, her ice blue eyes gazing at him. He had never seen that look on her face before, and he was trying to pin down what it was when she whispered, “Especially you.”

Nancy’s lips curved slightly. She hoped he finally caught on. A girl could only drop so many hints.

Frank thought he might be imagining the signs due to fatigue, but in that moment he didn’t even care if he made a fool of himself. His eyes flitted across her face before determinedly, but slowly, leaning into her, giving her plenty of time to back away. She didn’t.

He hovered a centimetre from her, the end of his nose touching hers. They sat suspended in time, delaying the inevitable. Their eyelids slipped lower. Frank held himself there, thinking that as long as this was all that happened, they weren’t breaking any rules. There was nothing wrong with this. Nancy might have had the same thought. He dared to move a little closer.

Nancy closed her eyes but did not move, allowing Frank to capture her lips in his. Her lips tingled, the sensation traveling down her body, between her legs, down to her toes. Her breath caught.

Once she finally regained control of her body, her lips began to move in sync with his. 

Frank’s hand moved up to the side of her face, his fingers tickling her ear and just below her jaw, and another jolt ran through her. She placed a light hand on his chest, noticing his firm muscles below his soft t-shirt.

As the hand on her cheek slipped into her hair, Frank moved his other hand to her waist and leaned further into her. Her skin seared where he touched her. She broke away for a millisecond to breathe a shaky breath before reconnecting with him, leaning further into him, applying more pressure.

Her tongue had just found its way into his mouth when a particularly loud snore from Joe made them jump apart. Nancy’s eyes widened and pointed upwards where the younger Hardy boy rustled.

Frank held his breath until his brother stopped stirring, watching Nancy’s face shift from startled to embarrassed. She blushed, but had a mischievous twinkle in her eye. They caught eyes and awkwardly chuckled.

He felt like he was in high school again, almost caught by his parents on the couch in the basement with a girl. That was usually Joe, though.

Nancy bit her lip and looked at the ground. Frank cleared his throat to break the silence. The moment was gone.

“I think it might be time to get ready for bed,” Frank whispered, gesturing to his brother. 

Nancy laughed silently and pushed herself up off the floor, brushing off her soft white shorts. 

Frank grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and headed out of the room without a word. Nancy blew out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and sat down on the bed, leaning against the wall and trying one last time to decipher the letter. Anything to avoid thinking about what just happened.

When Frank walked back in a few moments later, Nancy forced her eyes to stay focused on the paper in front of her, but she could feel her face heating up.

Frank shuffled awkwardly, unsure what to do next. Were they supposed to talk about it? Pretend it never happened?

He was just about to ask Nancy to hand him a pillow from the bed so he could make up his sleeping arrangement on the floor when she perked up.

“Wait, I think I figured something out. Look at this,” she beckoned to Frank and he sat next to her on the bed, looking over her shoulder at the letter. 

“The oven in the dining car has some symbols on it that I saw on the scale that opened the door to Jake’s projector room. Do you think that’s what he means by a warm place?”

“It definitely could be. Either way, it sounds like the oven is significant.”

She turned over her shoulder and their eyes met. Again, Frank lost all rational thought and fought sleep away, forcing his eyes open as he grabbed his notebook again and leaned into Nancy to continue looking over the letter.

The two of them pored over the notes again in silence, this time on the small twin bed. Frank was suddenly wide awake, alert and aware of every sensation. His temperature rose every time she shifted and their arms touched, but she was clearly unruffled by the whole event. Leave it to Nancy to act like nothing had happened five minutes after the fact.

Eventually, Nancy’s eyes began to droop and her head lolled to the side, hovering above Frank’s shoulder. He shifted so her face met his arm and she could rest on him comfortably. She jumped awake at the contact.

“Ugh, now I’m falling asleep.” She smiled sheepishly at him. He chuckled.

“It’s okay, we can just go to bed and take another look in the morning. It’s late.”

Frank moved to slide off the bed when Nancy timidly grabbed his wrist.

“You don’t...have to sleep on the floor, Frank. I-I mean, it’s so uncomfortable, I don’t want you to be in pain tomorrow.”

Was she implying they could share this small bunk bed? After what had just happened? His stomach was twisting--he wanted desperately to lie down next to her, both for the comfort of an actual bed and the contact it would allow. But that would make things even murkier.

She had a boyfriend. His brother was in the room, just a few feet above them.

Frank turned to her and wished he hadn’t, because it crushed any resolve he had left in him. Her bright blue eyes were glossy with fatigue, and something else. Something he couldn’t say no to.

“Are you sure? It’s really no problem...” he said, noncommittally.

She nodded, pulling the blankets down. Swallowing hard, Frank leaned over to turn the dim lamp off and lay on his back next to her, being careful to keep his body as far from hers as possible. Although in this twin bed, even that meant he could feel the static in the space between their arms.

Nancy yawned and turned her head to the side, gazing at the outline of Frank’s profile in the dark. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch his face, to trace his hard jawline speckled with stubble. She closed her eyes and tried to just enjoy the weight of his body next to hers. In an instant, she slipped into slumber.

Despite his racing mind and pounding heart, it didn’t take long for Frank to fall asleep either.

Not much later, Frank was awoken by a sudden pressure on his chest. He opened his eyes to a mass of red tresses just under his chin, shining in the moonlight spilling through the room’s small window.

He sighed as he realized his arm had instinctively wrapped around Nancy when she sidled up next to him while they slept, her leg draped over his and her dainty hand gently lain on his collarbone. His heart sped up to the point where he was afraid it would wake her.

Slowly and carefully, Frank shimmied them both deeper under the covers and tried to slide them closer to the wall in an attempt to obscure their sleeping position should Joe wake up.

He told himself he didn’t want to remove Nancy from his chest because he didn’t want to wake her. Any other reasons, he shoved deep down. He closed his eyes tight, willing the guilt away and trying his best to ignore the warm, glowing feeling radiating from his entire body.

After another hour or so, Frank was again awoken, this time by Joe climbing down from the top bunk. Panicked, Frank turned swiftly onto his side, facing the wall, forcing Nancy onto hers and shielding her from sight. She stirred in her sleep, her hand mindlessly rubbing up and down Frank’s abdomen. 

Christ. This isn’t helping.

She didn’t wake, even when the door slammed shut behind Joe as he went, presumably, to the bathroom. By the time he came back to the room, Frank’s and Nancy’s legs had tangled further together and Nancy’s hand had slithered up onto Frank’s face, her thumb grazing his cheekbone.

She really moves a lot in her sleep. Frank’s half-conscious mind wandered. She’s probably a blanket hog, and rubs her cold feet on whoever she shares a bed with...Frank could get used to it.

Frank held his breath until he heard his brother lay back down above them, hoping he hadn’t seen the extra mass beneath his blanket. He really didn’t feel like answering Joe’s questions, or being the target of his poorly-veiled jabs in front of Nancy and everyone else for the rest of the train ride.

We’re not doing anything wrong. She needed a place to sleep. Cuddling up next to a warm body is a reflex, it just happens. We weren’t even conscious. The excuses rolled through his head on a conveyor belt. He tried not to think of whom Nancy usually cuddled with, hogged blankets from and bothered with her cold feet. He again fell into a comfortable sleep.

Frank would have been annoyed at being woken up for a third time that night, had it been anyone else. When he opened his eyes, Nancy was crawling over him, her long legs stretching carefully to avoid stepping on him. She gracefully slid onto the floor and adjusted her shorts.

A quick glance at the clock on the wall told Frank it was 6 AM--there was no way Joe was up yet. Nancy tiptoed toward the door and slowly slid it open. When she turned around to close it she locked eyes with Frank, realizing he was awake.

He felt embarrassed that he was caught watching her, but she grinned at him in a way he hadn’t seen before, like there was a secret between them. He realized the look in her eyes was the one he’d seen last night. Her gaze lingered on him a moment as he rubbed the sleep from his eye and smiled back. She slid the door shut and Frank dropped his head back onto the pillow, still feeling her warmth on the mattress next to him.

Nancy strolled back to her own room in the quiet of the morning, soft blue light flooding the train car. Too disoriented to recognize any potential consequences, she couldn’t stop smiling.

#TRN #fanfic #mine #last train to blue moon canyon #francy alert #FRANCY #frank x nancy #nancy drew #nancy drew video games #nancy drew books #fanfiction #the next one will be better maybe probably idk

[miracle-sham]

When Sitting on the Roof, We are but Coffee Sleuths.

| {Sequel to Death is the Stage, My Art is Your Grave.} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] | | [DitSMAiYG Link] |

| {Repost due to original post disappearing from tags.} |

| Triggers/Warnings: Mentions of drugs/drug ring (in regards to a case), Mild language. |

| After a long day of boring casework, there's nothing better than getting a new commission, and then drinking coffee and having a chat on top of a roof with a certain bat. |

| Word Count: 3051 |

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| A/N: First of all, I'd like to quickly thank everyone for all the positive response and support the original oneshot got on both Tumblr and Ao3! It really motivated and inspired me to continue with this Au (expect at least another sequel, maybe more if I get more inspo but even if I don't there's definitely gonna be one sequel minimum to this). I'd also like to mention, that this took a lot longer to write as I got a cold halfway through writing it and also it's romance based fluff (which is not my forté), but thanks to those who've waited for this! And finally, for reasons that I'll explain in a separate post later, it might be a "little" while before I can start work on the sequel to this one but it will get written at some point. |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics, or a specific Au, then send me a DM or an ask! |

| Also side note, Don't Like? Don't Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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It's been a month since Marinette got kidnapped, kissed Red Robin, and solved the Elemental Park Serial Killer case. For three weeks she's been held off active duty to make sure her bruised ribs heal but now that she's able to be on active duty again, all the available cases are those that are paperwork heavy. A small part of her misses the immediate healing of the Miraculous Cure but she's not Ladybug anymore and even if she was, it would raise too many flags for her to even use it anyway. But logic doesn't stop her from missing the days when she could literally and metaphorically magic away her aches and pains.

Marinette groans and slumps into her chair, it's been a surprisingly slow day at the GCPD, so when her phone beeps rapidly for a few seconds, she thinks, please be something interesting, and can't help but take a quick glance to see what new notifications she has. The screen reads: '3 new messages from Red'. So she taps the notification and reads through each message.

>RedRob: Hey, found some new evidence on our case, want to meet up for coffee to discuss it?

>RedRob: Rooftop coffee after dark, of course.

>RedRob: I mean I could waltz into a coffee shop during the day in my suit but that might get too much attention for case talk.

Marinette snickers to herself as she reads the messages over a second time. She quickly taps out her response.

>MariBlue: Will we need to worry about one of the other Gotham vigilantes crashing our coffee not-date?

Almost instantly she receives a response.

>RedRob: I'll bribe Oracle or Batgirl, maybe even Black Bat, into keeping the others away.

She sends a heart emoji back, then returns to sorting out her boring paperwork.

Detective Grayson raises an eyebrow at her from over the desk, clearly having caught her looking at her phone. “Red Robin again?”

She flashes him a sheepish grin. “How'd you guess.”

He gives her a deadpan stare. “He's the only person you respond to when working.”

Marinette bites her lip. “Whoops, that obvious?”

“Yes.” Detective Grayson hesitates for a second, he leans in closer—and like a teenage girl at a sleepover in a cheesy teen drama, asks, “So are you dating yet?”

She shrugs. “Well neither of us have asked the other so not really.”

“But you guys are perfect for each other!” He exclaims, gesturing towards her with an outstretched arm—very narrowly avoiding knocking anything off the desk.

It's Marinette's turn to raise an eyebrow. “We literally have only seen or talked to each other when working…”

“So? What do you call you quote unquote "not-dates"” He huffs, making air quotes as he speaks.

She huffs and shakes her head. “There's a reason they're called "not-dates" and that's because we discuss work at them. And anyway it's too early to rush our relationship.”

“Fair.” Detective Grayson stills, frowns and then almost hesitantly, he asks, “Is it because if the mask? The whole not knowing his real identity?”

Marinette rolls her eyes and shakes her head again. “Nope, I couldn't care less about finding out his real identity—at least not without his consent that is.”

He hums, a pensive look on his face. “So you're not curious?”

She shrugs. “Not particularly, why?”

Detective Grayson shrugs back. “Just wondering,” he leans back on his chair and for a split second, Marinette fears he might topple over but somehow he seems unaffected by gravity, “I think you're the first person I've met, who doesn't want to know who's behind a vigilante's mask.”

A smile tugs at Marinette's lips. “I think it's kinda dumb that so many people are obsessed with the people behind the masks because if they're doing good, unmasking them will only deter them from continuing fighting the good fight and all that, y'know.”

He nods slowly, “huh, that's one way of putting it I guess but I agree, the vigilantes do more for this city than people think they do.” Detective Grayson then tilts his head towards the Commissioner's office. “Anyway back to work, don't want to get in more trouble with the Commish than we are already!”

Marinette huffs in amusement and rolls her eyes but complies nonetheless. Wouldn't do to get in trouble so soon after getting back onto active duty!

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It isn't until gone seven pm, that Marinette finally gets home. She slips through the door, locking it behind her. Now that she's in, the first thing she does, as she does every day, is check her online portfolio and commission site.

Marinette plops herself down in her wheely chair and logs onto to her computer, going through all the verification and security Max had kindly added. A new commission notification grabs her attention. With three clicks, she brings up the new commission's details. She scrolls down to the name of the commissioner: one Mr 'T. Drake-Wayne'.

Curious as to why the name sounds vaguely familiar, Marinette opens up a tab on Google with a hum and types in the name. Upon reading the top results, she half chokes in shock and thinks to herself, Are you kidding me? She blinks and breathes in, a small part of her very glad she wasn't drinking anything otherwise she definitely would've fully choked on that or spat it all up from the shock. I know a bunch of well-known celebrities have all commissioned me many times before, but still why the heck is a fortune 500 CEO commissioning me? I'm not Audrey Bourgeois, Gabriel Agreste, or even Valen-hecking-tino. I do celebrities, not fortune 500. The heck. What. The. Actual. Heck.

Eyes wide and gobsmacked, Marinette shakes her head and clicks back to her latest commission's details page to read through the actual commission. After reading the first line, she scrambles for her sketchbook and begins jotting down notes and scribbling down ideas.

Half an hour in, Marinette takes a break to sort out and eat dinner, no point designing on an empty stomach but once she's done eating and washed up, she goes straight back to designing.

Even at a quarter past midnight, she's still at it—surprisingly only three drafts in and so thoroughly lost in her own head in designing, Marinette nearly misses the knocking against her window facing the fire escape.

The rapid rap-tap-tap spooks her so much that she falls out of her chair with an “Eep!”

Marinette, face flushing bright red, scrambles up and scurries over to the window in question. Shoving her blinds out the way, she stares through the window and is greeted with the absolutely glorious sight of a beaming and uninjured Red Robin holding two takeaway coffee cups on the fire escape. He waves at her with one hand and gestures for her to join him on the fire escape.

She can't help but grin back at him and deftly opens the window and slinks out onto the fire escape. He hands a coffee cup towards her and instead of taking it, Marinette gives him a good ol' bearhug—smooshing pressing her face into his Kevlar armoured chest. Which is unsurprisingly, very uncomfortable. She shifts her head to stare up at him (as he's at least whole head taller than her) “Hey,” she greets.

Awkwardly hugging her back, as to not spill either of the coffees in the process, “hey yourself,” Red Robin responds, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

Marinette pulls back from the hug and nabs the coffee cup that had been offered to her before their hug. “Thank you~!”

“No problem.” He then gestures towards the fire escape stairs leading to the roof, “after you.”

“So which of our cases did you manage to get a lead for?” She asks, making her way up to the roof.

“The one pertaining to the new drug ring in the fashion district. I've narrowed down where they're storing the drugs to potentially three warehouses near Miller Harbour.” Red Robin answers, following after her.

Reaching the roof, Marinette sits down on the half wall around the roof edge. She glances over at Red Robin as he joins her on the improvised seat. “That's the drug ring dealing Miraclo right?”

“Yeah, that's the one.” He pauses to take a sip of his coffee, “I got the intel from an old friend of Catwoman's called Mackey lives in an apartment that overlooks the Harbour and saw a shipment of the drug arrive at the warehouses.”

Taking a sip of her own coffee, Marinette raises an eyebrow. “And will Detective Grayson and I will be able to get that intel as witness statement?”

Red Robin nods. “Yep, Catwoman's vouching for you both.”

She jerks back in surprise, nearly toppling off the half wall but managing to cling to the edge in time to keep her from falling. Miraculously somehow managing to avoid dropping or spilling her coffee. Oof, if it wasn't for my stint in Spandex I definitely would've made a fool of myself in front of Red Robin. And here I thought that part of my life had since passed. Marinette thinks to herself, wincing at the newly gained superficial graze across her palms. She clears her throat and attempts to look like she didn't just nearly fall off a half wall. “Catwoman's vouching for us? Since when? I've literally never encountered her before.”

Red Robin, the traitor, snorts at her predicament. “You are the epitome of elegance. And Detective Grayson's bumped into her a few times on the job.”

“Thanks.” She responds drily, layering on the sarcasm thickly. She shakes her head and sighs. “So do you know what the addresses are for the warehouses and this Mackey's apartment?”

He takes an excruciatingly slow sip of his coffee before speaking. “Of course I can, what kind of vigilante do you take me for?” He then proceeds to rattle off the addresses.

Which Marinette jots down on the napkin that came with her coffee, and puts it into a pocket for safekeeping. “Thank you.” With it written down, she pauses then starts kicking her legs in the air. She sniffs. “And I take you for the kind that flirts with innocent police officers.”

Red Robin grins at her as he gently elbows her in the ribs. “I don't hear you complaining.”

Marinette scoffs and slaps her hand to her chest in an overly dramatic mock of shock. “Unfair! If I complained I wouldn't get any hugs or kisses from you!”

Humming he wraps an arm around her shoulders and presses a kiss to her temple. “That's true, what a shame it would be for you to miss out on all those hugs.”

She hums back and the two ease into a comfortable silence; leaning against each other and sipping their coffees whilst staring at the night sky.

Once Marinette gets halfway through her coffee, she glances at Red Robin and hesitates, her earlier conversation with Detective Grayson springing to mind. “Communication is key in healthy relationships,” she prefaces, “so are you okay with our current relationship? Y'know the flirting, the not-dates, the whole me not knowing your identity?”

Red Robin laughs, sounding slightly bitter. “Of course I'm fine with the flirting and not-dates but I'm not going to lie and say I don't have any worries over you not knowing my identity. It's one of the reasons a relationship I had with a fellow mask didn't work out.” Rubbing at his jaw, he tilts his face away from her slightly, as though reminiscing about something. He then shakes his head and turns back to her. “Really, I ought to be asking you that. So what about you, are you okay with how our relationship is?”

Marinette hums. “This isn't the first time relationship I've had with a masked hero.” Then takes a calm sip of her coffee.

“So you've got a thing for masks then huh? Lucky me I guess.” He responds, smirking mischievously, and whilst she can't see the rest of his face thanks to the cowl, Marinette just knows that he's wiggling his eyebrows at her from underneath that cowl.

His comment nearly sends her tumbling off the half wall—again. She coughs and splutters in laughter as she nearly spits up her sip of coffee. It takes her a full thirty seconds to recover and mock gripes, “remind me why I love you again.”

Red Robin cocks his head to the side and grins. “Because I bring you coffee?”

She huffs, “good point.”

“So back to the mask thing, can I ask what happened with your masked hero relationship?” He asks, tone hesitant. He stares at her, ready to back off the topic at the slightest sign of discomfort from her.

Marinette hisses through her teeth and states, “I can trust you.”

His stare conveys an 'I would hope so' whilst he bobs his head a little in a 'yes you can' and a 'please continue' gesture.

She takes a deep breath before speaking, “I used to be a hero, back when I lived in Paris.”

“Oh?” Red Robin freezes, thrown off guard by her admission.

Nodding, Marinette continues. “It was difficult. We started when we were barely teens and had no training and no support except for temporary heroes we could bring in when the battles got too hard for just me and my partner to handle. When we started, we were repeatedly told to never, under any circumstances, let anyone find out our identities. My partner and I, neither of us knew who the other was beneath the mask. And we only knew the identities of the temporary heroes because we gave them the ability to become superheroes. But even then we didn't always know their real identities and they certainly never knew ours.”

“Yikes.” Is all he can respond with, mind racing with questions. “That can't have been good, at least I had Batman and Nightwing when I was starting out, but you had no one to talk to about being a mask, outside the mask.”

She flashes him a watery smile and sighs. “No, I did have someone. Tikki. But we're uh, not in contact any more. Since I retired.”

Still, Red Robin makes a noise of concern at that.

“Anyway, one thing led to another led to another, and my partner found out my identity.” Marinette puts her coffee down then tips her head back and closes her eyes. “We started dating not long after that. But once we defeated the BBEG terrorising Paris and some… concerning things came to light, our—we,” She shakes her head, “we realised that because of that, neither of us were emotionally able to continue our relationship in a romantic way. So we decided to stay friends and I—uh, I retired and moved to Gotham.”

He puts his coffee down as well, and pulls her into a tight hug, although making sure it wasn't too constricting as to not make her uncomfortable. “I'm sorry.”

She leans into the hug, rests her head on his shoulder, and delicately wraps her arms around him in return. “What? Why? It's not your fault.”

Red Robin frowns, not that she can see in their current position, “I know but no one should be forced into becoming a hero at such a young age with no support network.”

Huffing, Marinette buries her face in his shoulder, somewhat muffling her voice but not enough to make her unintelligible, “what about Spoiler? She became a hero around that age and had no support network.”

He sighs. “Spoiler chose to become a vigilante, she wasn't forced. And anyway, she had Robin and the rest of the bats to support her once they realised what she was doing.”

“Hmm… fair.” Marinette pulls back from the hug and pauses. “On a lighter note, I got a commission on my fashion site from Tim Drake-Wayne!”

Red Robin raises an eyebrow and with poorly concealed amusement, responds, “Oh? And what's so special about him”

She rolls her eyes at him. “He's the youngest fortune five hundred CEO, founded the Neon Knights among other charities, and often donates to various charities around Gotham! Plus Wayne Enterprises is one of, if not the most ethical company in the fortune five hundred bracket. Employees get living stipends, and training and higher education paid by the company. They get healthcare and dental insurance. They get flexible work hours, paid breaks, and receive above minimum wage pay!”

He laughs. “I guess he is a pretty decent sounding guy then.”

“Mhmm.”

“So what's the commission then? Or is it a secret?” He teases, leaning towards her.

Marinette dramatically places her hand over her heart. “I guess I can spare you the details this one time.”

“Wooh!”

She bites her lip before launching into a long ramble about the commission, gushing over what design and colour palette she's thinking of going with, what bots and bobs and patterns to add, what stitch to use and how to make sure it fits his style, etc.

Red Robin spends the entire time listening attentively, despite not really understanding half the fashion terms, and staring at her like a love-struck puppy.

“Damn, I love you!” He exclaims once she finishes speaking, then leans in to kiss her on the lips.

Marinette bursts into giggles and kisses him back. Her giggles are seemingly infectious, as once they part from the kiss, both are giggling and flushed red.

A bright flash of white followed by a camera shutter sound immediately distracts them both. They just manage to catch sight of Nightwing swinging away.

She gives him a look, which is somewhat less effective as she's still smiling from the kiss. “What happened to bribing Oracle, Black Bat, or Batgirl?”

Red Robin groans and drops his face into his hands. “Clearly Nightwing was able to one-up my bribe. Probably in the form of giving them copies of the photos both he and Detective Grayson have taken.”

“You mean to tell me those two are working together? No wonder Detective Grayson was asking about our relationship earlier today at work!” Marinette gasps, sounding mildly horrified and betrayed.

“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Red Robin asks, lifting his head up and grinning deviously at her.

She smirks back, “Revenge?”

He nods—the sagely kind of nod. “Revenge.”

==–==

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RLWC 2022: Kangaroos-Italy Rugby Match information

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RLWC 2022: Kangaroos-Italy Rugby Match information

RLWC 2022 the Kangaroos final round pool match of the World Cup against Italy on Sunday morning (AEDT).  you’re at the right place!  Rugby League World Cup Kangaroos vs Italy Rugby live stream from anywhere around the world by following the mentioned steps bellow.

Each pool’s top 2 teams will advance to the quarter-finals and the finalists will be qualified for the 2025 Rugby League World Cup:

Quarter Finals on Friday, 4 November, 5 November , and Saturday, 6 November 2022

Semi-Finals on Friday, 11 November and Saturday, 12 November 2022

Grand Final on Saturday, 19 November 2022

Watch Men’s Rugby World Cup 2022 live from anywhere

Watch the Rugby League World Cup 2022 live (RLWC) , the 16th international men’s rugby tournament, starting from October 15, 2022 till November 19, 2022. In 1954, the first Rugby World Cup was held in France.

The tournament will be held in England and it is organized by International Rugby League and will be live streamed by ITV.

These teams represent their respective countries at the 2021 Rugby League World Cup:

Group C G W L PTS PD 1. Australia 2 2 0 4 +118 2. Fiji 2 1 1 2 +22 3. Italy 2 1 1 2 -32 4. Scotland 2 0 2 0 -108

Australia Rugby League Preview

Nathan Cleary and Daly Cherry-Evans are set to combine in the halves together for Australia after coach Mal Meninga opted to rest Cameron Munster for the Kangaroos’ final round pool match of the World Cup against Italy on Sunday morning (AEDT).

Munster, who leads all players in the tournament with five try assists in the opening two games, has not been named as part of the Kangaroos’ 19-man squad.

Instead, it is expected that Cleary and Cherry-Evans — who split the halfback duties in the opening two games — will combine together to face the Azzurri, with a win officially confirming the green and golds’ place in the quarter-finals.

The tournament’s leading try-scorer Josh Addo-Carr has also been rested by Meninga, along with hooker Harry Grant, while forwards Angus Crichton and Jake Trbojevic have been left out after featuring in the earlier two matches.

Cowboys trio Reuben Cotter, Jeremiah Nanai and Murray Taulagi all return to the squad, while Latrell Mitchell is also back after being rested last week.

Kangaroos-Italy Rugby League Squad

Kangaroos team to face Italy (alphabetical order): 12. Matt Burton, 6. Reagan Campbell-Gillard, 13. Patrick Carrigan, 2. Daly Cherry-Evans, 14. Nathan Cleary, 15. Lindsay Collins, 16. Reuben Cotter, 18. Tino Fa’asuamaleaui, 19. Campbell Graham, 4. Valentine Holmes, 3. Ben Hunt, 21. Liam Martin, 8. Latrell Mitchell, 11. Cameron Murray (vc), 22. Jeremiah Nanai, 23. Murray Taulagi, 1. James Tedesco (c), 10. Jack Wighton, 24. Isaah Yeo (vc).

Italy: 1 Luke Polselli, 2 Richard Lepori, 3 Daniel Atkinson, 4 Ethan Natoli, 5 Jake Maizen, 6 Jack Campagnolo, 7 Radean Robinson, 10 Anton Iaria, 9 Dean Parata, 15 Luca Moretti, 11 Ryan King, 12 Brenden Santi, 13 Nathan Brown (captain), 14 Joey Tramontana, 16 Gioele Celerino, 19 Luke Hodge, 20 Jack Colovatti, 18 Kyle Pickering, 17 Ronnie Palumbo

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HMC - Music is the language of feelings

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I don’t blame you if you don’t want to repost this one. I won’t be upset if you don’t. It’s decently dark. It’s mostly for myself anyway. I will be posting another for this, so I won’t go without a reblog either way.

This past week hasn’t been fun mentally. I’ve been depressed over... something that will soon become clear. This week’s topic lined up too perfectly not to use it as a vent for what I’ve been feeling. Sweden and I are so much alike, I love using him as my main vent character. Even when it’s something as serious as this.

Pairings: I guess there’s a lead up to SuFra in the future? This isn’t really focused on a relationship though.

Trigger Warning: Sexual assault. Yeah. I said it was dark. There’s not any detail behind it, but it’s definitely mentioned. There’s reassuring words not too long after though. This was written to help comfort myself, and anyone else that might need to hear those words.

   Berwald stares blankly at the water in the pool. He's sitting at the edge, his legs below his knees submerged in the lukewarm liquid. There's music blaring nearby, but nothing besides noise registers in his mind. Someone swims up to him, and he lifts his head up to look at whoever it is. Of course it's Mathias. "Join us, Berry! We're about to play Marco Polo!" He shakes his head meekly. Mathias frowns deeply, and pulls himself up onto the concrete next to him, splashing him a bit by accident. "What's wrong?" Berwald scowls at him.

   "Du g't me w't," he comments quietly. Mathias furrows his brows in confusion.    "You love my pool parties. What happened?"    "N'thing," he answers, too quickly. The Dane opens his mouth to speak, but someone calls to him from the water.

   "Mathias, we're starting with or without you! Leave Berwald alone, he's not feeling well today." He gives Tino a grateful look. The Finnish man nods slightly toward him, before turning his attention back to Mathias. "C'mon! We aren't waiting! Send Berwald in for some medicine if you're that concerned." Gratitude washes over him. He knew telling Tino first was the right thing to do, even if it had drained him.

   "Go get you some medicine. I hope you feel better soon!" He slips back into the pool, curiosity satisfied. For the moment. Berwald stands sluggishly, and stumbles into the house. He gets a few concerned looks from the ones inside, but thankfully no one stops him to ask anymore questions. He sighs in relief when he's in the room he'll be staying in for the night, and can no longer hear the music from outside. It had been giving him a headache. Too upbeat. He tosses his glasses haphazardly on the night stand, hoping that helps his head a bit.

   The thought of music reminds him of a song Tino sent to him to maybe help him express how he's feeling. He curls up in his blanket, and sighs heavily. He turns the song on, tears already threatening to fall. He puts it on half volume, not wanting anyone to walk by the door to the room and hear it. He isn't ready for anyone else to know yet. It's still registering in his mind, honestly. He places the phone by his head, and closes his eyes tightly. This causes his tears to fall, but he doesn't care anymore. He is alone. He can be weak when he's alone. It's the only time it's safe to, especially about... this. He hates admitting it to even himself, how is he supposed to tell everyone he's close to? With time, Tino's voice repeats in his head. That time can't come fast enough. He knows he'll have a support group once he shares. It's not about the fear of being blamed. But saying he's been... it's too much for him. He takes a deep breath, and forces himself to think it, no matter how much it hurts. Sexually assaulted. How had he let himself be sexually assaulted? By a human, no less! He shudders, skin crawling uncomfortably. That's enough, for the moment.

   The song restarts, and he focuses on it this time. (link here) His walls break completely, and he lets himself cry freely as he listens. It's not perfect, but the song expresses what he's feeling so much better than he can. And more accurately, too. It's easier to listen to someone else's experience and relate to it than come up with his own. At this stage, anyway. He hopes to come up with his own, one day. But for now, this is all he can handle. He pauses it when it ends, and takes a deep, shaky breath. He lets it out through his nose slowly, willing his tears away. "I'm m're th'n m' b'dy," he mumbles to himself. His head hurts even more now, so he decides to actually get some medicine. He shoves the blanket off of himself, and stands. He freezes when he turns toward the door. He's not alone. He hurries to wipe at the tears streaming down his cheeks, but he's certain Francis heard everything.

   "Berwald," he whispers. "I- Berwald, I-" He bows his head quickly. "Here," he holds out a cup of water and some medicine. Berwald assumes Mathias sent him to make sure he actually takes some medicine. He almost always fights taking anything, so it makes sense. He takes the items, and swallows down one more than the instructions say. He places the two containers on his nightstand, and sits on his bed. He motions for Francis to sit next to him. He really wants to tell him to leave, but that's not fair to him. It's not his fault he walked in on that. He steps toward him hesitantly. He nods reassuringly, until he finally sits next to him. There's a heavy silence between them for at least five minutes, Francis fidgeting the entire time. Unable to take it anymore, he says something. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm here to listen, if you want to talk about it. Or cry on, if you don't want to talk but want to let it out. And I want you to know it wasn't your fault. It wasn't. No matter what you tell yourself. It will never be your fault. Understood?" A lump forms in Berwald's throat, and he nods.

   "T-tack." He closes his eyes, and lays his head on Francis' shoulder. He scoots closer, and wraps his arms around him. His body starts to shake, and in a matter of seconds he's crying into Francis' hair.

   "Let it out. I'm right here. And I won't leave. I promise." He brings his hand up, and runs it through Berwald's hair cautiously. He wants to comfort him, but he doesn't want to touch a spot that will remind him of what happened. He seems to receive it well though, so he considers it a safe thing to do. "Of course you're more than your body, Berwald. That shouldn't even be a question. Your body is what matters the least to the people that care about you. They care about who you are, not what you are. Every bit of who you are." Berwald pulls him closer. "Even your flaws. The people that care about you love everything about you. Especially your flaws. No matter how little or how large. Caring about those is more important than caring about the good things about you. It shows we love you with them, not despite them. After all, you wouldn't be Berwald if you didn't have everything you currently do. And if this changes you, we'll deal with it. We will accommodate for it. Anyone that doesn't... Well, you're worth more than their time, anyway. It won't be because of anything you did. If someone does that, it's on them. Not you. Absolutely none of this is because of you. Do I have permission to hug you?" Berwald sobs loudly, then nods. Francis hugs him tightly with one arm, running his hand through his hair even more.

~

    When he's thoroughly lost track of time and Berwald has been silent for a long time, Francis carefully releases his hold on the man. He doesn't react, which makes him think he might be asleep. He pulls away just enough to look at his face. His eyes are indeed closed, and his breathing is rather even. He smiles to himself, and kisses him on the forehead. "I'll protect you," he whispers to him. "I promise." He lays them down in the bed, being careful of Berwald's phone. "Sleep well. I love you," he kisses the top of his head. "Maybe I'll get to tell you that soon." But, for now, both of them have a different thing to worry about. He may have volunteered to bring Berwald some medicine so he could finally tell him his feelings for him, but the moment he heard the song he knew he wouldn't be doing that. "Your comfort is more important," he mumbles out. "I will tell you eventually, but I won't let myself until I feel you've recovered enough to stop blaming yourself for this. I'll help you get there." He nuzzles him, then sighs quietly. In the silence, he can hear the music from the party. "'Might Tell You Tonight' by Scissor Sisters. How ironic." Music truly is the language of feelings.

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