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mariusroyale · 1 year

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I found my people.... I found Raph obsessed sweeties 🥺 I love you.

I want to hear everything you have to say about him, thank you for this blog. It's full of food. Imma start eating

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

GO AHEAD

FEAST

IM A RAPH STAN TO THE VERY END *salute*

i have so many things to say about raph ESPECIALLY after season two + movie

garbled, nonsensical rant ahead:

because I’ve seen SO many posts about how the change in leader would have caused a rift between him and his brothers (worsening it, really, considering how he treats them enables them to behave poorly in the show)

pizza puffs is RIGHT THERE

like all through out, his bros are always reassuring, always saying ‘raph will take care of it’, just always relying on raph

AND RAPH LITERALLY BEATS HIMSELF UP OVER IT

HE LITERALLY HITS HIMSELF IN HIS CONFLICT (yeah sure haha funnie) BUT STILL!!

one could imagine the sudden change strains his relationship with his bros because despite how it, in THEORY, would have lessened the weight—

HE STILL HAS TO SHOULDER IT!!!!!

HE STILL HAS TO SCOLD LEO AND BICKER WITH HIM BECAUSE HE KNOWS THE CONSEQUENCES OF NEGLIGENCE AND ARROGANCE AND IT DOESNT GET THRU LEO'S SKULL UNTIL HIS BROTHERS AND THE WORLD ARE FUCKING DYING

BC LEO’S SELF ASSURED THAT IT WOULD WORK OUT LIKE IT ALWAYS DID EVEN IF THEY DIDNT RUMINATE ON THEIR ISSUES

(i will literally fall to my knees hearing Omar's voice in the movie in how well he portrayed Raph's desperation when he realised they needed to retreat, like he sounds so fucking distraught-- LITERALLY GO WATCH IT RN, THE WAY HE SHOUTS 'im not gonna argue with you!' is so fucking sad bc he doesn't!!! THERE'S SHIT HAPPENING AND I LITERALLY DO NOT WANT TO FIGHT WITH YOU RN--)

WHICH NOT ONLY WORSENS THAT RIFT

BUT THICKENS WHATEVER GLASS BETWEEN HIM AND THEIR YOUNGER SIBLINGS!! he and mikey used to be so close!! and it was to be explored that they distanced BECAUSE of raph’s smothering!! IM FOREVER MAD WE DIDNT GET THAT EP so you can imagine how Leo n Raph constantly bickering would have strained their relationships worse!!!

I can imagine how trying to recover it would be SO difficult, especially with Leo because seriously, causing the end of the world because of your own pride isn't some shit you can put under the rug, I can literally feel the cogs in my brain about how raph would be ambivalent on saying how he feels because it cost everyone so much

and because he picks his silence I can imagine Leo being all like 'be mad at me! be upset! yell at me or something, because you haven't said anything to me at all!' or some shit urhghghghr

and raph wouldn't want to upset him, doesn't want to fight, or yell, or make a repeat of the last few years because

hes fucking tired

he doesn't want to put more on Leo after almost losing him

also!! bad future:

raph’s the biggest!! and he’s so used to carrying that load that i can imagine it fucking KILLS him in the bad future!! ALL THAT- TO BE THEIR PROTECTER, ENDING UP DYING FIRST

BECAUSE OF COURSE HE WOULD

BECAUSE HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH AND IT HURTS HIM

when he shields Donnie from shredder in BN:NY, UGRHDHDH

when he shields both Mikey and Donnie when the Krang pulled that anti mystic bs!! he didn’t even think about what it would do- he just wanted to PROTECT

AND OFC RAPH SHIELDING LEO FROM GETTING FUCKING STABBED

RAPH. DIDNT. KNOW. WHERE. IT. WOULD. LAND.

a few inches lower and he would have fucking DIED!!!

he was LITERALLY doing the thing he knew best and it cost him his own autonomy and COULD HAVE LITERALLY FUCKING KILLED HIM—

BUT GOD FORBID HIS BROTHERS GET LETHALLY HURT, HE’LL TAKE IT HIMSELF BECAUSE HES JUST LIKE THAT

and that part of his character gets me so

BECAUSE he doesn’t HAVE to be such a caring overbearing worrywart like that!!!

all that parentification and the separation it left- he could have really just distanced himself entirely or just become jaded and bitter about how he didn’t get his own big brother treatment

BUT HE LOVES ANYWAY

HE'S STILL JUST A BIG GOOF

AND ITS SO 😭😭

HE CAN GET MAD AND UPSET AND STRESSED OUT AS MANY TIMES AS LONG AS IT MEANS HIS FAMILY IS SAFE AND CARED FOR

AND ITS LIKE *sobs*

i wanna know what a raph ep would be like if he just.. got a break

no really, i was so pumped to have a solo raph ep and then MY BOY GETS THROWN IN PRISON FOR LOOKING LIKE A CRIMINAL?!????

i would have gotten so violent, ong- he deserved a better solo ep >:((

and that ep after insane in the mama train, where he goes to his happy place

HES A SHOOTING STAR LIKE D’AWWJDHSJ

I WANNA SEE THIS BIG BEHEMOTH OF A TURTLE GET A BREAK FOR A LONG TIME AND HE JUST GETS TO CHILL

that being said, i am writing a fic on ao3 called ‘Red Angel Perpetuating Harm’ and i plan on uploading it once i fully manage to encapsulate raph’s trauma and what he deserves to treat it bc this fandom i stg….

guys

i get it, Leo’s there, yeah sure

RAPH IS RIGHT HERE. Y’ALL KEEP MAKIN UP SCENARIOS WHERE ITS JUST MADE UP TORTURE FOR LEO

WHEN RAPH IS RIGHT. THERE.

PERFECT. ATTENTIVE. LOVING. HIMBO.

raph’s trauma does not get addressed enough and i for one am DONEEEEE

HE GOT MUTATED. THERE WAS A SCRAPPED ENDING WHERE HE STRAIGHT UP LOST HIS EYE

HE LITERALLY ALMOST KILLED HIS BROS

RAPH ‘RED ANGEL OF PREVENTING HARM’ HAMATO ALMOST KILLED EM

AND IF YOU DONT WANT PHYSICAL ANGST-- HE'S GOT A HELLUVA LOT OF EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE TOO!!!!! HE'S RIGHT THERE!!!!!

and my fuckass fyp on tiktok is like ‘you want Leo edits?’ NO!!

whenever i get vids of raph, focusing on his loss or just cute edits im always like

bECAUSE HE DESERVES MORE ATTENTION!!!! HE'S SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER AND I ADORE HIM!!!

the fic I have rn + the outlines I've made have so far focuses on:

what happened after he got IMPALED (I really liked writing this one)

deeper into interrogation (im contemplating whether or not to write his savage self considering he is alone but idk how to implement it bc the rise Krang are insanely strong, goddamn)

and making his interactions with his bros as a Krang zombie worse

+ recovering his bonds with each brother (trying to figure out how to put all my feelings in their dynamics with raph together)

and splinter + April too, I want him to be able to vent without feeling GUILTY or BAD abt himself!!

the Leo parts of the fic I feel like u can literally smell the way I feel abt him bc JKSBHLJFBHLGBLHJFLBHJ

(no seriously, idc why fics keeps saying 'its not his fault!!' bc YES TF IT WAS.)

hoping to dive deeper into the aforementioned rift too, because god this fam needs some help but RAPH CENTRIC FIC MEANS HE GETS TO BE THE ONE TO CRY AND BE ANGRY AND UPSET TOO BECAUSE GODDAMMIT HE DESERVES TO

someone pls write other things I haven't addressed bc I wanna write em in the fic--

tldr; he best. the best big boy

here's a tiktok

#this is literally the best way I can put everything down without going into full detail #bc I don't think I can like--#this turtle is everything to me #rise raph #rottmnt #raphael hamato #ask #ish #and- ily too I love any rise raph stan #ty for prompting this word vomit I desperately needed to get this out #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raphael #raph appreciation

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emisanemu · 2 years

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Give It Up For Fallen Glory

Gabriel x Plus-size!Female! Reader

(Word count: 4248)

(Rating: M)

(Warnings: strong language, blood, death, murder, just a lot of rough stuff)

(Description: Everyone has a story.)

Your fingers slide gracefully across the keys of your laptop, small 'clacking' sounds following each letter you typed. The lore website loaded slowly, your pen sat still on the table beside you, still warm from the notes you've been taking. You can smell the pungent odour of the fresh black pen ink, probably still wet on the paper of your little journal. You can feel the slight heat radiating from your MacBook, most likely from overuse, or maybe because you haven't replaced it in years. Your nose also catches the faint scent of your now cold coffee, long abandoned next to you as you threw yourself into your research.

You were trying to find whatever information there was available on lake monsters, and besides catalogues of articles about the Loch Ness monster, there wasn't much to be found. I mean, who even believes in lake monsters, sure there's the occasional picture of some blurry log in a dark lake that people claim is some elusive cryptid. Other than that, you haven't found a lot of relevant information, at least not for the case you were looking in to. Young men, between the ages of 25 and 30 disappearing. They had all been swimming within the same area, streams and small rivers that all pour water from the local lake. Of course the first thought from Dean was a lake monster, for being a seasoned hunter, some of his ideas were a little...out there at times. Nonetheless here you were, wasting away in front of an old ass laptop researching lake monsters.

Sam and Dean had gotten all "feded" up to go ask questions around the town. People are obviously more than willing to discuss lake monsters. Not. So you stayed back hoping to find a more reasonable answer, something with at least a few pages of credible research behind it but so far, no ball. Your eyes felt weary and your back ached from being hunched over uncomfortably in front of the small screen, your hands cramped up from taking useless notes. Man you really needed a vacation at some point, it would only be a matter of convincing the boys and Cas, well and your new tag along, archangel Gabriel himself. He has proven to be a helpful asset but also a major pain in the ass. He was somehow messier than Dean, leaving his candy wrappers anyway he went, angels don't even need to eat, you swear he does just to spite you.

At least he kept himself sparse for the most part, he would either tag along with Sam and Dean or bother Cas who was always on some random heaven related mission. Thankfully that left you with down time, even if your downtime consisted of nonsense research. Sometimes you liked the nonsense, it was like a little unwanted learning experience.

"Heyo!"

Speaking of unwanted. His voice sounded overly chipper, maybe even to the point where it was being forced. Now you just wanted to have a real lake monster come through the window and take you hostage, like a water king kong, except with drowning you instead of carrying you to the top of the Empire State Building. Or maybe you could just slam your face into your laptop hard enough it put you out for a few hours. Two unreasonable options but probably more enjoyable than a one sided flirty conversation with the faux trickster.

"Yes Gabriel?"

You don't even pull your eyes away from your screen, maybe he'd take the hint and flutter off somewhere. That was only a hope, angels weren't much for subtlety, they were actually quite abrasive, except for Cas, he was more awkward than brash like Gabriel.

"Just seeing what the pretty lady was up to, which is-"

He pauses for a moment to eye your computer screen.

"Sea monster research?"

You could hear the amusement in his voice, it was kind of funny. A hunter with years of training and lives saved under her belt looking at articles about cryptids and fairytales. There was no perspective that could make this seem normal, it could only really be seen as funny, like some messed up comedy routine.

"Actually, it's lake monsters, which probably isn't any better now that I say it."

You laugh a bit at the end of your sentence, trying to suppress giggles that were building in your throat. You finally turned around to meet Gabriel's gaze, the sea- erm, lake monsters could wait a second.

"Is there something that you want Gabriel."

Your voice sounds flat and kind of annoyed, and your face definitely matches as Gabriel reaches to scratch his chin like some cartoon character. Gabriel was at times a living cartoon character, at least he was funny.

"Why don't you..tell me a story, your story."

His statement comes out "matter a factly". But you just look and feel a bit bewildered, your story? The saga of your life? Or maybe why you're looking up damn lake monsters? But the look in his eyes answers your question, he wants THE story.

"I don't have a story Gabriel."

The words roll of your tongue, a clear tell that you have said that same thing before, that you had brushed people off a million times. Why did he want to know? I mean he's an angel, he's seen all and knows all, he could just read your mind and figure it all out.

"Of course you do, all you hunters have one, some sobbing heartbreaking story of why you became a hunter, who or what brought you into the life and I know everyone else's but yours, so please, do tell."

You could feel your jaw clenching, anger building in your chest, heat rising to your face. You wanted to punch him, how dare he ask you that, and especially like that. He was so condescending at times, like all the times he tried to be understanding it was a lie. You were practically seething, and for once, Gabriel looked scared, fear brewing in his honey coloured eyes.

"Go to hell Gabriel, I don't owe you any answers or any story or anything for that matter."

Your words came out as venom, like the bite of a snake. Your teeth were grinding painfully, the enamel almost wearing off into your mouth, your throat felt dry and constricted. Your hands shook to an almost painful degree as you all but slammed your laptop shut, the noise echoed through the room, cutting through the uncomfortable silence. You could almost feel the wince that came from Gabriel as you packed your things into your brown side satchel, you just needed some air. At least that's what you told yourself, you wanted to run until your lungs burned and your legs were numb, to keep going until you collapsed into some ditch, somehow that would feel less painful than this moment.

"Hey, just hold on."

Gabriel punctuated his words with his hand on your own, in some almost pitiful attempt of stopping you from running out, to stop you from hiding. This only furthered your anger as you slapped his hand away, your eyes shot daggers at the angel, you almost wished an angel blade would manifest itself, give you some comfort and freedom. You just wanted to be free from the prison of your mind, and you felt hopeful as you went to walk out the door. Your legs moved fast until they suddenly stopped, your whole body stopped, like a giant hand had wrapped itself around you keeping you firm in your place. You tried to move, to get to the door, to feel the air of outside on your skin but it was no use. You were trapped and immediately you knew why, Gabriel.

His grace had wrapped around you like a cage, keeping you immobile, stuck just like you have always been. He had no right, no right to ask questions that didn't need answers and no right to keep you here.

"Gabriel, let me go right now, I've been plenty gracious to you but I promise you I'll do whatever it takes for you to let me go if you don't do it on your own."

You meant every word, in this moment you could probably kill him with little to no remorse. That was a horrible thought but you couldn't help it, you felt naked and vulnerable, like Gabriel had stripped you down and thrown you in front of the eyes of a million people. It was like those nightmares where you show up to high school in nothing but your socks and shoes, embarrassing and horrible and just angry. In this moment though, your emotions were a bomb, and you didn't know which awful feeling would ignite it first. You had a suspicion it would be sadness as hot burning tears stung the corners of your eyes. A choking feeling was rising in your chest, creating a painful knot in your throat. It was rushing to the surface faster than you could push it down.

"Gabriel, please, let me go. You- you can't do this."

You felt pitiful with the way your voice cracked as you begged, if you could get to your knees you would sing your pleas like prayers and hope they didn't fall into deaf ears.

"YN..."

Gabriel came around to stand in front of you, his golden honey eyes looked stormy, like the eye of the hurricane in physical form. His pink lips were pulled into a tight line, eyebrows furrowed in worry. You had seen Gabriel in pain, on his knees begging for mercy but you had never seen him like this, with remorse brewing deep within his being. His contention almost brought you comfort, soothed the sinking feeling in your chest. Almost, but not quite. Even if he DID feel conflicted about his actions, at this moment nothing could calm the waves crashing in your brain, drowning any rational thoughts you were having.

"I'm sorry, I just, I didn't want you to leave. I know I pushed it but I'm so sorry, and I understand if you don't want to but you can tell me, I'll listen, I can help you Y/N."

He sounded truly sincere, Gabriel never felt sorry, at times you wondered if he could even comprehend true human emotions. In this moment you knew he could, that he wasn't just being comforting or luring you into some false sense of security, he was being unabashedly honest. Even so, you couldn't just tell him, you're not sure you'd even survive explaining what the air smelled like on that day, but you yearned for relief, for someone else to feel your agony so you didn't have to.

"Gabe...I can't, I can't say it."

You meant it, there was no possible way you could fathom voicing your biggest pain, but, you wanted to.

"You don't have to say anything, just let me see, it may be uncomfortable, but I won't do anything to hurt you, I would never."

You knew what he meant, you knew what he could do, how he could save you from your own internal turmoil so you just nodded. A slow painful nod that helped tears finally drop from your already puffy eyes. Your eyes which allowed you to see Gabriel slowly approaching you, weary that you may change your mind at any turn, that you would you scream at him, but you didn't. You didn't even move as he placed a warm gently hand over your forehead and you were suddenly gone.

Warm air blew through your clothes and hair, the scent of wildflowers and summer grass staining your body and travelling up your nose. You were surrounded by tall grass and little dandelions, birds chirped over head and the sun warmed your skin gloriously. You could feel the cold dirt beneath your bare feet, the foliage tickled your legs, but you loved it, you loved how the world felt on your skin, it was comfortable.

“Y/N, supper is almost done, bring yourself inside now.”

Her voice is sweet, a slight but barely there twang. She sounds like hot chocolate on Christmas, warm and inviting. You dust your small hands on your dress and skip to your front porch, it’s a white wooden wrap around porch, it shows clear signs of aging and weather damage but it still stands, strong and beautiful. The front door is slightly ajar, in front of it sits a straw like ‘welcome’ mat, the ‘W’ is slightly worn away so it looks more like it says ‘velvome’. You can smell the savoury scent of homemade cooking, it engulfs you as you walk through the threshold of the door. A dog greats you, she’s an aged sheep dog, slightly dull black and brown fur with small white patches scattered about. She is rounder, a clear sign she’s been well taken care of, her nose is black and also dry and her eyes droop with age. You spot the collar, ‘Maggie’. Your family dog, she’s beautiful, 13 years old but she stands firm, always protective of you, even if you have to care for her more that she is able to care for you these days.

She rubs her nose happily against your hand, tail wagging madly, flapping through the air in a way you find almost funny. You crack a little smile and scratch her head, she’s appreciative and gives your hand a happy lick as she wonders off into the kitchen, you follow close behind. Maggie plops herself heavily into her dog bed, head resting tiredly on her paws as she closes her eyes contently.

“Wash your hands before you eat, I know you were playing in the grass, dirt doesn’t go down well with supper.”

She speaks sternly but with a hint of humour in her voice. She isn’t facing you, instead she’s taking dinner out of the oven, she’s wearing a black dress with little sunflower designs and a little yellow cardigan. She also has a white apron resting around her waste, it has hints of what you suspect is flour on it. Her hair in pinned up on her head and she is wearing her reading glasses on the edge of her nose. They’re slightly fogged up from the heat of the stove but she doesn’t seem to notice. You take in her figure and notice the little flower earrings and locket around her neck. Her accessories are elegant, she speaks poise but also comfort, she has an ageless beauty, looking almost ten years younger than her actual age, the only thing that gives her away is the very few fly away greys she has in her hair.

You snap your gaze away from her, stepping up to the sink on your makeshift step stool, too short to simply reach the counter on your own. You take a few pumps of lavender scented soap into your hands and you flick on the sink, waiting a few seconds until it runs warm. Not cold or hot but a sweet medium, you rub the soap across your hands and wash them under the steady stream of water. You scrub until the feeling of soap is gonna, it’s only then you turn the sink off and step down. You turn to your right grabbing the hand towel that was set out for you on the counter, it dries your hands delicately and your place it gently on the counter.

“Now would you look at my beautiful little girl.”

You feel two hands pinching your cheeks carefully, she has a smile on her face, it’s exaggerates the few, if any, wrinkles she has around her mouth.

“Momma, I’m not little anymore.”

You cross your arms is faux anger and blush bashfully. Your mother gives you a light chuckle, her laugh sounds like music, it’s the only sound you’d ever need to hear again to smile. She pinches your cheek once more before stepping back to look at you.

“How can I argue with that face, I mean your growing up so fast, you might as well get yourself a little job. You may even be too old for ice cream after dinner huh?”

Your eyes light up and you shake your head, causing yet another laugh to fall from your mothers perfect almost heart shaped lips.

“No momma, I’m not too old for ice cream, I promise.”

Your use your fingers to represent you crossing your heart in a cute little promise. Your mothers nose crinkles up as she cracks another smile and takes you into her arms. She smells sweet yet elegant, like roses and honey, and her dress is soft, her hands rub gentle circles on your back with one hand and tucks your hair behind your ear with the other.

“Okay, go sit down and we’ll have dinner together.”

Her smile warms you and you scurry to your seat excitedly, practically bouncing. You love spending time with your mother, she’s your safe space, the only person in this world that you truly trust. She’s with you for breakfast in the morning, to watch you play on the old tire swing in your yard, to sit with you during dinner, and to tuck you into bed at night. She is your everything, ever since she brought you into this world she had been your grace, the shining light at the end of every dark tunnel. You look at her as she settles at the table, passing you a white glass plate and a fork. She scoops mashed potatoes and delicious smelling chicken onto your plate, your favourite dinner of hers. It looks so good, to the point your mouth is practically watering at the sight, but you don’t dig in, you wait for your mother to plate up her food. You had never eaten without her, you both had to have food before you’d even think about it, it was a matter of respect but also a matter of never wanting to leave your mother out of anything. You were practically her shadow, dancing gracefully with every move she made, never falling to far behind her, her footsteps were yours in every sense.

“C’mon, let’s say grace before the food goes cold.”

You guys aren’t to religious but even so every night you say grace, a trait passed down from your grandparents, a little prayer for good things to come. You enjoy the nightly ritual, it brings you a sense of calm and peace, so you take your mother’s soft hand into your own, you can feel the cold metal of her wedding ring. It’s a small band with a little but noticeable diamond on it, given to her by your father, passed down from his mother. You close your eyes and bow your head waiting for your mother to begin the prayer but she doesn’t. Instead you hear a sickening gurgling sound bubble from your mother’s throat, and her grip on your hand tightens to an almost painful point.

Your eyes fly open and fall onto your mother, the sight is something you’d never forget, not even if you tried. Sticking out of the back of head is the handle of a knife, the tip of which protrudes through the front of her throat. Crimson blood gushes from the wound and on to the table in front of you. You could throw up, your mother was still holding your hand and she was dying, right before your eyes and you couldn’t do anything.

“Momma, no, please.”

Your begging fell on deaf ears as her hand went limp in your light little grip and her head fell forward into the table with a disgusting thud. You jumped back, and straight out of your seat, it was only then you noticed the figure standing behind her. His hands were covered in blood and you could smell the distinct scent of cigarettes wafting off of him. He had a nasty grin on his face and a dirty scruffy beard. Your father. You hadn’t seen him in days, your mom said he was on some sort of business trip. God you wished he was on a business trip and not here, now cowering over you.

He took a dirty blood covered hand and grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks roughly, painfully. You could feel your mother’s blood seeping into your skin, it was sickening, the worst feeling anyone could experience. The situation only heightened when he raised his hand above his head, ready to come in contact with you when a sudden shot went off. Blood and brain matter splattered onto your shocked face, coating your hair disgustingly. Your father’s grip completely loosened off of your face and he fell to the floor revealing yet another man behind him.

He was holding up a shot gun, which had a little steam of smoke coming from it. He was gruff looking, he had a light salt and peppered beard, wrinkles and scars adorned his face. He wore a plaid flannel and mucked up jeans with a pair of old worn brown boots. He was an intimidating figure but he dropped his gun and his face softened upon seeing you, and you finally screamed. A heart breaking wailing scream, tears streaming from your face as you fell to your knees, everything you knew was gone, ripped away in a matter of minutes. So you closed your eyes and prayed, wishing it was some kind of nightmare, that you weren’t just sitting here with your parent’s blood on you.

When you opened them, before you stood Gabriel, his hand had finally left your forehead and he had tears in his eyes. Clearly he was deeply affected by your story, by what horrors your mind had to live with every day since you were five, you had hidden it for twenty five years. He had finally let you pour it all out and you felt a weight lifting from you, the weight of the fact that you no longer had to carry the burden alone.

“W-was that Bobby Singer?”

Bobby. Or as you now knew him, dad. On that night he had been the one to kill your father, he had been following your father’s trail of bodies. Unfortunately he didn’t make it in time to stop him from making another one, form ruining another life. He had ruined your life and not under the influence of some demon, or shifter, he was completely and utterly him, an evil, sick man. It was just unfortunate your mother had found out what he was doing. He was the “Indiana Stalker” a monicker he had earned by terrorizing the college girls, leaving their lifeless defiled bodies in ditches. Bobby had been on his trail, he originally thought it was a hunt before realizing he was for more dangerous, he was human. He wasn’t driven by some supernatural urge to kill, he was just the pure embodiment of evil and Bobby had saved you. He made a decision that day that he couldn’t leave you, he couldn’t throw you into the foster care system, having to recount over and over how your father had killed your mom. So he adopted you, taking you in as his daughter and you have been living like this for years, never telling a soul what had really happened. It was a secret between you and your adopted father, well, until now.

Gabriel just continued to look at you in shock, not knowing what would be appropriate to say, I mean what could you say in this moment. He could only hold your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. Your eyes met his, a tear falling from your eye as he leaned forward to place his forehead against your own.

“I am so sorry Y/N..”

His voice was breaking as he spoke, and more tears came from your eyes. Your grief was finally being let go somewhere besides your bed in the middle of the night. You had cried yourself to sleep for the past 25 years, wishing to wake up and to be 5 again, and just to have it all be a dream, to have a happy family again. But you never woke up back home, you just would continue to spend every day as a hunter, hoping to save just one kid from the same fate you had fallen to. And you had, you hadn’t saved just one kid but thousands, a fact which you prided yourself on.

You look up at Gabriel, eyes locking onto one another and before you knew it you had leaned forward and connected your lips to his. You allowed your sadness to pool into the kiss, it was deep and emotional, fueled by grief and trauma. His lips were soft and warm and for the first time you felt safe again, Gabriel was your safety and he gave you what you thought you could never have again. Pure unfiltered love, with no hitch or pity behind it, just a pure form of love and you stopped wishing. You no longer wanted to be a kid again in this moment, you just wanted to be with Gabriel, to never let go of this closeness you felt. He was just everything perfect felt like, and you yearned for this more than anything, yearned for safety. Yearned for peace.

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lennies-blog · 2 years

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Article: “Schumacher still an apprentice” (English Translation)

Excerpts from: Sport1.de

SPORT1-Comlumnist Peter Kohl looks back on Mick’s and Seb’s crash and takes a look at Mick’s performance, the pressure he is under and prospects and hopes for the future.

“Hello dear F1 fans! The name Schumacher per se means discussions, passion, hopes, expectations. A heavy load that Mick carries around as the son of seven-time world champion Michael. Claims to the contrary are nonsense. He is in his second Formula 1 season, the rookie protection of the debut year has been used up.

(...)

A Hamilton, a Verstappen, a Leclerc, the young Vettel, Ricciardo in his early years - they all had a much more spectacular start to their Formula 1 careers, literally eating up their established teammates or opponents. Hit it straight away.

Mick's path is rockier, tougher. The crash with Vettel in Miami went badly. A misjudgment of what is possible with worn tires compared to the Aston Martin with much fresher tires makes Mick look bad.

Attacking is in the DNA of top drivers, looking for and using every opportunity leads to the front. Without this ability, this hunger, none of them would be in the top class of motorsport, but would have failed in the junior classes.

The fact that you sometimes have to rein yourself in to achieve goals is a learning process that everyone has gone through. Also a Vettel, a Hamilton and a Verstappen.

For Schumacher, it's about redirecting will, passion and determination into a certain lightness and naturalness. A transformation that is very difficult. Especially when he's constantly being criticized.

The high art for him will be to isolate himself from it, to free himself from it and to continue to follow the path he has chosen.

He's still an apprentice. They make mistakes and they should be allowed to make them. A hyper talent like Max Verstappen needed years to steer his aggressiveness and aggressiveness in the right direction.

A rightly praised George Russell tried to overtake Bottas in high spirits in Imola in 2021 on a half-wet road with slicks. That ended in one of the most spectacular crashes in recent years and could have taken both of them badly, despite the question of who was at fault. Some risky decisions just don't pay off. Mick found that out the hard way in Miami.

He is verbally getting his ears ripped off from many sides (=he is heavily criticised). The fact is: he once again threw away a chance to win his first championship points. His accident frequency is too high and costs cash.What he needs now are a couple of race weekends that run more or less flawlessly and without impacts.

The question of when Schumacher will get the chance from Ferrari to take a seat in the red top car from Maranello has been settled for the time being anyway. Sainz's contract has been extended until the end of 2024. Leclerc and Sainz occupy both cockpits in the medium term.

But what can go wrong when joining a top team too early was shown by Albon and Gasly, who couldn't withstand the high pressure of expectations at Red Bull and crumbled under it. It is almost a miracle that both have found their way back into Formula 1. Because the graveyard of career hopes buried early is large.

Ferrari decides whether and how things will continue for him at Haas. Schumacher is under contract with the Italians and they have the right of co-decision for filling one of the two pilot seats.

If they keep him, which I firmly believe in, the Haas team, and first and foremost team boss Günther Steiner, have the task and responsibility when it comes to the further development and shaping of Schumacher.

And the youngster is in the best of hands. With Haas he has the opportunity to continue to gain important experience in the hotly contested midfield.

Magnussen has proven that the material is always suitable for scoring points this season. And Mick will do it in 2022 too!

It would be appropriate and sensible not to always see Mick as the upcoming world champion.

If he manages to stay in Formula 1 for years, to play a role like Perez, Ricciardo, Sainz or Bottas, then a lot of good things would have happened already. Because then he would have proved that he is without question one of the 20 best drivers in the world. And sitting in a Formula 1 car, rightly so. That must be the primary goal.

If he can do that, he deserves the utmost respect. Especially in view of the backpack that he unintentionally carries around with him thanks to his father's high-flying successes. May the racing god be with him in Barcelona!”

#mick schumacher #mick #mick translations #it's the author's personal opinion but it's a nice summary and he's saying really nice things about Mick / his situation 🥺💕#thank you for not slandering Mick like everyone else does right now

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magravenwrites · 1 year

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Finding a Fellowship:

Chapter 4: Teach me

A/N: Thanks to everyone who is still following this story, sorry for the slow updates!

Chapter Trigger Warnings: Mentions of child abandonment and deceased parents. I think that’s it? Let me know if you think I have missed any!

A massive thank you to @axe-does-writing for beta-reading this for me, you’re amazing!

Hope you enjoy!

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When Killiel entered the forge, the heat of it hit her in the face, making her stop in the doorway as if it were a physical barrier. Pushing forward, she found the heat was almost welcoming once she had adjusted.

The coal fire and forging area seemed to be closest to the door; at the other end of the room there was a collection of supplies, from horseshoes to metal railings. Killiel also took note of the various weapons hanging from the walls. Swords, knives, bows and bushels of arrows.

A promising start.

Her eyes fell on the man in the corner of the room. He hadn’t noticed her yet and she took the opportunity to take him in.

The blacksmith was a bear of a man. Taller than anyone she had met and broad shouldered. It felt like he filled the room. Killiel felt the urge to turn back and forget she ever wanted anything. He had greying hair that was cropped short, and his face looked weather-beaten, rough; he carried a limp as he moved about the room, only making him scarier. He already had a reputation for being grouchy and irritable, she would have to tread carefully.

He turned and spotted her, both of them stopping short for half a moment. She felt like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t.

“Get out, this isn’t a place for children.” he grouched, before he continued to move about like she wasn’t even there.

This was going to be hard work.

“Is it true you were a soldier? That you’re a weapons master as well as a blacksmith?”

Straight to the point. He didn’t look like he would appreciate dallying around.

Sighing through his nose when she didn't immediately leave, he continued to go about his work. “Why can't people mind their own damn business?” he muttered more to himself.

“Yes, it is true; I am a soldier of Gondor. Or I was - until I got this blasted limp leg injury. ‘Prevented me from fulfilling my duty effectively’ is what they said. Bah, load of nonsense.”

He turned back to Killiel as if just realising she was there once more. “Now I told you to get out. Go.”

Perhaps it was better for her to stay away from that line of questioning. But she couldn't back down now. At least he was somewhat willing to talk.

“Why did you move here? Why not stay in Gondor?” She asked instead. Anything to distract him from his leg injury.

He puts the sword down on the bench in front of him, directing a glare her way.

“You're not going to let this go, are you?”

“No.”

He rubbed a hand over his face; as if answering her questions was the worst inconvenience to befall him.

“The forge was my brothers, I moved here to be closer to him when he fell ill. When he died, I took over the place, making weapons as well as my regular duties.”

Was there anything she could ask that wouldn’t lead to a tragic backstory? Perhaps she should just cut straight to the chase. He would only tolerate her being there for so long anyway.

“Teach me how to fight.”

He scoffs “What business does a child have in learning to use weapons?”

Killiel faltered, she hadn’t thought through exactly how she was going to convince him to teach her. At least she had his full attention now.

“Well, now I’m on my own I need to know how to defend myself - even if it is not with weapons then with fists. I only need to know enough to defend myself properly if nothing else.” She pleaded.

It was a risk, admitting she was completely alone, he could do anything to her. But she felt he wouldn’t help if she didn’t explain exactly why she needed his help.

“Your parents?” he asked seriously.

“Dead” She chose to keep it simple. He only needed to know what was strictly necessary.

“Other family?” He straightened up, disbelieving anyone would leave the child completely alone.

Killiel shook her head. “None that I know of, or at least, none that are close enough to do anything about it anyway.” A small white lie wouldn’t hurt.

“How do you get by?”

She huffed, and rolled her eyes. “Look - I can fend for myself well enough at home, I just need to know how to protect myself if someone tries to hurt me. I can already use a bow, but that’s not exactly great for up-close fights. And when I eventually leave this village, I’d rather not leave with just a bow to defend myself with - what if I run out of arrows or something?”

“Are you not too hot standing next to that fire?” He changed the subject when he noticed she had been standing next to the fire the entire time and had not broken a sweat yet.

What's that got to do with anything?

“No, it doesn't bother me” she said, giving him a bewildered look.

“You are a strange child.”

“I fail to see how this is relevant” she bristled.

Heaving another sigh when she failed to take the bait, he resumed going about his work as he spoke.

“I don't have the time on top of my smithy duties to train you. Now, I would appreciate it if you left me to get on with my work in peace.”

Killiel set her jaw. She would not back down now.

“I could come in an evening, when you have finished working - which would suit me better too as I don’t want everyone to know I’m learning to fight. Or I could help with your work, if that helps? You’d have less work to do then and more time to teach me.”

“Teaching you as my apprentice would be too much trouble. It would take twice as long to do everything while you learn, than it would for me to just do it myself. And a forge is too dangerous for children to be messing around in.” He grumbled.

Killiel rolled her eyes. Now they were just going around in circles.

“I’m not completely useless, you know. I’m not stupid, I know its hard work and it is dangerous, but I only wanted to help. Like I said, I can already use a bow –”

“-you may think you're good with a bow, but that doesn’t mean you are.” He interrupted.

“I'm better than good!” She said, offended.

He only laughed in return.

Killiel eyed a bow and a cluster of arrows he must have made in the corner of the room. It had been a while since she had shown off to anybody. She made her way over to it, grabbing it and an arrow, turning to face him.

“Put them down before you hurt yourself or worse - damage my stock.” he demanded pointing to where she had picked it up from.

Killiel glared at him.

“Pick a spot.” she ordered.

“What?”

“Pick a target, and I will show you just how good I am with a bow.” She all but growled.

He shook his head, disbelieving he was actually going through with this before picking up a piece of charcoal. He walked over to the far side of the room to a wooden pillar keeping the roof up, using the charcoal to mark an X on it.

“There.”

He began to move out of the way behind her, afraid she would miss and hit him. She rolled her eyes at the action. And before he got too far, she holstered the arrow, pulled her arm back and fired. Straight passed his head. Hitting the dead centre of the cross.

He whipped around to stare at the arrow, stunned, before slowly turning to face Killiel once more. A mixture of shock and fury was written across his face; angry she had shot while he was still in the line of fire, but impressed she had hit the mark so quickly and accurately.

She raised an eyebrow at him, a self-satisfied smirk pulling at her lips.

“So what? You can fire an arrow into a wooden pillar, I bet you can't do it again.”

Challenge accepted.

She was silently glad he was challenging her, it meant she had got his attention.

She pulled another arrow from the bunch. Taking her time to line it up properly this time. She exhaled and fired.

Another perfect shot. The arrow had hit the target perfectly tucked next to the first.

Killiel looked at him as she lowered her weapon, watching him fight with himself, not wanting to admit he was wrong.

“How are you with moving targets?” He challenged, hands on his hips.

“Why don’t you throw something and find out?”

“-Perhaps outside though, if you want to be safe.” she added.

He nodded, and she beamed, pulling another arrow from the pile following him outside.

He picked up a stone from the ground and asked if she was ready. She nodded, arrow nocked, stance ready. He threw the stone hard up in the air at a slight angle, she quickly pulled the bow up, arm drawn back, tracking the stone in the air, before losing the arrow. It sailed through the air, hitting the stone, sending both off course, and clattering on the dirt path.

He didn’t say anything for a time, running his large hand through his cropped hair. Now that she was standing closer to him, she could see the small cuts and burns littering his hands and forearms, evidence of a lifetime of fighting and working in the forge.

“You're not bad with a bow, I’ll give you that.” He conceded.

"Not bad? I’ve just aced every challenge you’ve just given me, I think that qualifies as more than ‘not bad’." She contested smugly.

"It's all well and good you being able to shoot, but that doesn’t mean I can teach you anything else. How would you plan to pay me anyway, I don’t work for free." He crossed his arms.

He was interested, that was for sure, all she had to do now was find the right price.

"You could have first picks of the game I sell at the market - have the best catches of food for your family. Or you could have some of the money I make from selling them, it wouldn’t be much, but it would be enough, you can have whichever you prefer."

The man studied her for a while longer, weighing up her offer. Killiel felt the urge to stand up straighter pulling at her spine as she waited.

“I want the first pick of your game. Good quality game is getting harder to come by these days for a cheap price. You’re to get here at dusk tomorrow. You’ll practice everyday, if you’re serious about it. I won’t have any messing about and time-wasting, ya hear?”

Killiel was practically bouncing up and down on the spot as she tried to contain her excitement.

“Of course! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I won’t let you down! I promise!” She exclaimed.

The blacksmith raised an eyebrow at her antics. Despite his stoic manner, an amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and a spark had returned to his eyes that hadn’t been present for a very long time.

Perhaps this would be the new start they were both looking for.

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The EV Myth explained

At a neighborhood BBQ I was talking to a neighbor, a BC Hydro Executive. I asked him how that renewable thing was doing. He laughed, then got serious. If you really intend to adopt electric vehicles, he pointed out, you had to face certain realities. For example, a home charging system for a Tesla requires 75 amp service. The average house is equipped with 100 amp service. On our small street (approximately 25 homes), the electrical infrastructure would be unable to carry more than three houses with a single Tesla each. For even half the homes to have electric vehicles, the system would be wildly over-loaded. This is the elephant in the room with electric vehicles. Our residential infrastructure cannot bear the load. So, as our genius elected officials promote this nonsense, not only are we being urged to buy these things and replace our reliable, cheap generating systems with expensive new windmills and solar cells, but we will also have to renovate our entire delivery system! This later "investment" will not be revealed until we're so far down this dead end road that it will be presented with an 'OOPS...!' and a shrug. If you want to argue with a green person over cars that are eco-friendly, just read the following. Note: If you ARE a green person, read it anyway. It's enlightening. Eric test drove the Chevy Volt at the invitation of General Motors and he writes, "For four days in a row, the fully charged battery lasted only 25 miles before the Volt switched to the reserve gasoline engine." Eric calculated the car got 30 mpg including the 25 miles it ran on the battery. So, the range including the 9-gallon gas tank and the 16 kwh battery is approximately 270 miles. It will take you 4.5 hours to drive 270 miles at 60 mph. Then add 10 hours to charge the battery and you have a total trip time of 14.5 hours. In a typical road trip your average speed (including charging time) would be 20 mph. According to General Motors, the Volt battery holds 16 kwh of electricity. It takes a full 10 hours to charge a drained battery. The cost for the electricity to charge the Volt is never mentioned, so I looked up what I pay for electricity. I pay approximately (it varies with amount used and the seasons) $1.16 per kwh. 16 kwh x $1.16 per kwh = $18.56 to charge the battery. $18.56 per charge divided by 25 miles = $0.74 per mile to operate the Volt using the battery. Compare this to a similar size car with a gasoline engine that gets only 32 mpg. $3.19 per gallon divided by 32 Mpg = $0.10 per mile. The gasoline powered car costs about $25,000 while the Volt costs $46,000 plus. So the Government wants us to pay twice as much for a car, that costs more than seven times as much to run, and takes three times longer to drive across the country. WAKE UP NORTH AMERICA!!

#ev

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coutelier · 11 months

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Irongate - Sayuri

~ A 700 or so word excerpt. ~

“Kaya!” Sayuri pulled up and hopped out.

Kaya squinted up at her like she were some creature made of pure light, then beamed, “Hey Say!” The joy, however, shifted quickly into sullen muttering, “oh, but, y-you shouldn’t have found me. I’m… I’m bad.”

Kneeling beside her Sayuri asked, “what happened? The cops are out looking for you.”

“You wouldn’t believe me. No-one would. Not even ‘the witch’ would, and she’s got a freaking fish Martian in her home.”

Clearly she was drunk and not making a lot of sense right now, and wasn’t likely to improve if left out on her own. “My horoscope today said ‘kindness to a stranger will be the start of a new friendship’. Since that obviously isn’t happening you might as well try me,” Sayuri put a reassuring hand on her. “Hey, I’m the type of person who reads horoscopes, so whatever it is-“

“It was a faerie.”

“Uh-huh,” Sayuri slowly nodded, it taking effort to not let on how crazy that sounded. “A fairy.”

“No. Faerie. With an e.”

“Sure.”

“See? Knew you wouldn’t believe it. For the best anyway - you should just leave me. I’m like that guy. You know - the one who everything he touched turned to gold.”

“King Midas.”

“Right. Only everything I touch turns to shit. I’m cursed. Just leave me here.”

“No, no, no. See?” Sayuri grasped her hand, holding it close to her sternum. “We’ve just got to get you sober then we can talk and we’ll figure this all out, okay?”

Kaya turned slightly, soft eyes looking straight into Sayuri’s while her other arm reached over to grasp her neck, Sayuri pausing her breath as she was pulled close. Kaya then slurred in her ear, “you are a really good friend.”

With a shaky sigh Sayuri breathed once more, her blush fading. “Yeah. Lets get you up.”

Although Kaya didn’t resist Sayuri’s attempts to move her, she didn’t exactly help either. She was dead weight. With determination and effort Sayuri could get her into the car, but the longer they were outside the more chance there was of the police happening by.

A young wearing round sunglasses came out of B-Naturals, locking it behind him. He saw there was something happening so stepped closer for a lock. “What the hell,” he gasped, “Cade?

“Oh,” Kaya weakly put a hand up, “hey Neil.”

Neil shook, sucking in his cheeks. Sayuri saw he had reached for a phone, quickly dropping Kaya in order to obstruct him. “Hey, hey, woah - what are you doing?”

“Calling the cops. You heard about the killings, right?”

“Come on. She’s a punk a little bit oblivious and stupid, but you don’t think she’d actually murder anyone? Look at her - she’s obviously been through something traumatic. Let’s get her clearheaded before calling anyone.”

“Hey Neil,” Kaya attempted to get and immediately fell back down. She carried on anyway, “since you’re not my boss anymore there’s something I’ve gotta tell you. Those glasses? They don’t make you look cool. You’re not John Lennon. You’re more like John Lame-man,” she snorted to herself, sinking lower and lower.

“Well,” Neil sighed, “obviously she’s confused. Don’t know what you expect to be able to do about it.”

“I don’t know,” Sayuri hadn’t really come out with a plan; she was just improvising. Before she could decided the rest she need Kaya to start making sense. “She was rambling about fairies and curses, so maybe we take her to Madame Lumina; get her to sprinkle some fairy dust, cast a protection spell. Maybe then she’ll start talking sense.”

Neil looked askew at her, “you don’t really believe that nonsense, do you?”

“It doesn’t matter if we believe it so long as she does. Or doesn’t. The placebo effect is real, and right now I don’t anything better, so,” she brushed a strand of her behind her, looking demurely at Neil. It was completely dishonest but she needed an extra pair of hands. “You’ve finished for the day, right? Will you help?”

It was effective, Neil reluctantly saying ‘fine’ and helping Sayuri load Kaya into the car. As they drove away a trio of children stood on the corner as they turned rotated their heads like dolls whose actions were timed and in synch, watching them go.

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #science fiction #irongate #wip #my wip #sci-fi & fantasy #writers of tumblr

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HP1C12

The Mirror of Don't Let The Horny Teens Look In It

Christmas happens (also btw the Weasley twins are assaulting teachers but they're the evil ones so it's fine). We're told it's vacation time, which sounds REALLY exciting because now Harry and friend can roam around and uncover more magical secrets. Ron tries to assault Draco after he insults him, and we can see that the Weasley's are just a bunch of hot tempered red heads because Ron has basically no other function in the story except to act as Harry's proxy.

"I hate them both," says Harry about Snape and Draco, really delving deep into his character motivations and complexities.

Harry tries to get Hagrid to lose his job again, which is just great, and we learn the crew is spending a lot of time in the library looking for this Flamel fellow. Wizards haven't invented google yet and they can't ask a teacher for help (for some reason), so our little gremlins have to scour every single book in the library. Harry gets the idea to look in the forbidden RESTRICTED SECTION, which is presumably where Hogwarts sticks only it's most racy spellbooks. I'd really like to write more here but this whole mystery about the RESTRICTED SECTION doesn't pan out to be anything (spoilers!). This is terrible. Like, shame on you if you're an author, and you introduce this big secret forbidden knowledge plot point, and then do nothing with it. At every turn the author just seems to take what would be a cool idea or bit of Hogwarts lore and then just tosses it aside as if it was a novelty candy name. Terrible!

We learn Harry and Ron gossip a lot about Draco, like a whole lot, and that Ron is good at ONE thing and that's chess. Then Harry gets some presents, which he thanks nobody for, and then gets his INVISIBILITY CLOAK. Again, this is just a real slap in the face and I don't know why the author makes this choice. The obvious reason is so we can have some 'mysterious benefactor' that's rewarding Harry with things to ratchet up the mystery. But Harry never bothers trying to figure out who sent him the cloak, so the real reason he gets this is so the author can stop carrying about how he sneaks around at night. Wouldn't it have been cooler if Harry like, learned the invisibility spell himself? Or like, EARNED the cloak somehow, like he nicked it from Filch because he's a nasty child or something? The way this is handled is a literal gift to him. 'Here you go, the answer to all your problems!' Gee, thanks, what a great main character you have there.

We're treated to a load of christmas whimsy lists and some drunk teachers, then Harry tries to use his invisibility to look at some forbidden knowledge. The first book he pulls out screams at him (always ask your books for consent before opening them) and the whole plot disintegrates as we're back to running from Filch again. Filch, who has no magic, almost catches Harry despite Harry being invisible. Filch is an evil bastard and all that, but the man is undeniably good at his job, and so far every single time he's almost caught Harry, Harry has been unequivocally up to no good. I don't have a point to this except to say unlike some other hires Dumbledore makes, Filch is one of the better ones.

Anyway ALL this nonsense with the cloak and the library is pointless. It's just filler to get Harry to slip into a secret room with a magic mirror in it. He looks in the mirror and sees his dead parents, and instantly becomes obsessed with it. Trying to get Hagrid fired takes a backseat for a while as Harry becomes enthralled with the mirror, which is actually a cool bit of showing and not telling about Harry's motivations. Harry is still a little shit and this narrative structure is terrible, but this part at least is good. Also because Hermione isn't around to take their verbal abuse, Harry gets pissy at Ron instead, so that's fun.

Ron's ONE good idea the whole book is to tell Harry to forget about the mirror. This is really out of character for Ron, I'm not sure exactly where it comes from, but it's nice to see him not suggesting that Harry molest Draco with the cloak or to murder Filch's cat or something. One point for Ron here, even though he's only acting this way because Hermione isn't around to do it instead.

Harry meets Dumbledore in the mirror room, and Dumbledore mentions he can become invisible with magic, a skill that I don't believe will ever be mentioned again. Dumbledore tells Harry to forget about the mirror except to know what it does, which implies he knows Harry will...try to use it later? I get Dumbledore is supposed to be this omniscient Merlin type character, but this has enormous repercussions for later, and not in a good way. Anyway, Dumbledore totally doesn't see himself with his boyfriend in the mirror, and Harry tosses out his mirror obsession as quickly as he got it. Back to trying to uncover secrets!

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The Other Carcano

In 1891 Italy produced their first modern military rifle replacing the Vetterli with a 6.5 caliber Carcano. The rifle was developed by Lt. Col. Salvatore Carcano and Col. Parravicino both who worked at the Torino arms factory in Turin. The original caliber propelled a 6.5 mm 162 grain bullet at approximately 2300 feet per second. For that time it was a decent load which compared favorably with other 6.5's of the same period. Pressures were kept pretty mild around 38,000 PSI. or so. Anyway they kept that chambering until shortly before WW ll when they went to the 7.35 chambering. That chambering fired a 128 grain slug at 2480 feet per second which to me was inferior. To me the 128 grain slug has less sectional density so wouldn't penetrate as much as the 6.5 would. Be as it may be the 7.35 came out but WW ll cut it off and they went back to the 6.5 due to supply considerations. In fact some of the 7.35's was rebarreled to the 6.5 caliber. The 7.35 is merely the 6.5 necked up with no other changes to the case. The 6.5 is by far the most common and famous. The rifle that shot J.F.K was a 6.5 Carcano and at that time they could be bought through the mail for about $20. Ah the good ol days!

A fact not well known to everyone is that some Carcanos were made in the 8 X 57 Mauser chambering for the African campaign. The logic I suppose was to simplify ammo supplies with the Germans. I am not sure exactly how many were made but they are not real common today as is the other 2 chamberings. I heard that about 50,000 of those rifles were manufactured. The 8 mm is seldom mentioned in references regarding the Carcano or in other references on WW ll weapons. When it is it's usually just a footnote. As far as I know it saw very little or no actual combat use in Africa or anywhere else. I do believe Hunter's Lodge sells them, for those who are interested, and occasionally they appear at gun shows which is where I obtained mine. They advertise in the Shotgun News which is a good source to get military rifles and supplies. One of the problems which plague this as well as some other military rifles is the difficulty in getting a clip. It takes a special clip as the cartridge body is larger then either of the other Carcano rounds. Finding a clip would be like hitting the lottery. You can try gunshows or Numrich Arms might have one. Like the other Carcano chamberings it can be fired single shot though it's a slow process. To fire the 8mm single shot the bolt has to be removed and a cartridge inserted into the bolt head and replaced in the gun. Since I don't plan on picking a fight with a gang with this rifle single shot isn't a major hassle. While possible it's not real easy to scope a Carcano. It would have to be a side mounted affair because of the clip going through the top. It might be worth while to scope a 6.5 but I would never do it to the 8 as they aren't nearly as common 6.5x52mm .

Everyone knows that Carcanos are not as desirable a collector item as some other military pieces. Some folks consider them junk and shouldn't be shot or kept for that matter. Of course that's nonsense. Anyone that has come to that conclusion hasn't taken the time to shoot or examine the Carcano in any depth. While not as strong as a Mauser or Arisaka they are adequate if fed properly. No military authority is going to issue a piece of junk to their troops if they expect to win a war. The metal finish is decent though somewhat crude and the wood looks rough but serviceable. The rear sight is non adjustable except by a file but the samples I shot are fairly straight on at 50 yards. Like all Carcanos I have seen the caliber marking is just in front of the front sight in this case it says 7.92. I wouldn't challenge anyone to a shooting match unless we were both using Carcanos as the sight is crude. They are handy to carry and fairly light, though the magazine sticks out the bottom and if on can be used for hunting. I have shot a lot of ammo in all 3 chamberings and never had a malfunction. Of course I didn't try and make a magnum out of any of them either. The bolt comes out by pulling the trigger and pulling the bolt out as in the other Carcanos. The extractor is adequate and the ejector located directly below the bolt seems pretty sturdy. The safety locks the bolt and holds the firing pin and it doesn't seem particularly hard to use. To engage the safety push it forward and up. The locking lugs seem to be a pretty decent size and the bolt handle also acts as a safety lug, to a certain extent, in case the other two fail. There is a small hole in the bolt that may vent some gas in case of a case failure. I don't know how good it would work but a ruptured case is unlikely especially using proper ammo and a gun in good shape. The trigger is simple and reliable being typical military. After shooting and examining these actions I don't see where they are so bad if proper ammo is used. I did a project recently where I shot a lot of ammo in the 7.35 and never had problems of any kind. The worst feature in the Carcanos is trying to shoot it without a clip. The clip does however work fine as I have a couple for the 7.35.

Having said all that I would not fire any 8mm military ammo in it as it's almost certainly too hot for that action. I have some military ammo that I chronographed in my 23" barrel 98 at just about 2900 feet per second with a 150 grain bullet. I imagine the pressures have to be around 50,000 PSI. or so which is way too much for the Carcano.

Loads for this gun should be kept mild. One source is using the minimum loads in loading manuals for the 8 X 57 Mauser. Here are some loads I have used and can recommend. If I was going to take this rifle deer hunting I would probably use the Hornady 170 grain flat nose and tweak the load to shoot to the point of impact with the original sight and use it as a single shot unless I found a clip.

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marty101sblog · 3 years

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REALITY CHECK -This is the elephant in the room with electric vehicles. Our residential infrastructure cannot bear the load. A home charging system for a Tesla requires 75 amp service. The average house is equipped with 100 amp service. On our small street (approximately 25 homes), the electrical infrastructure would be unable to carry more than three houses with a single Tesla each.

In case you were thinking of buying hybrid or an electric car...

Ever since the advent of electric cars, the REAL cost per mile of those things has never been discussed. All you ever heard was the mpg in terms of gasoline, with nary a mention of the cost of electricity to run it.

At a neighborhood BBQ I was talking to a neighbor, a BC Hydro Executive. I asked him how that renewable thing was doing. He laughed, then got serious.

If you really intend to adopt electric vehicles, he pointed out, you had to face certain realities. For example, a home charging system for a Tesla requires 75 amp service. The average house is equipped with 100 amp service. On our small street (approximately 25 homes), the electrical infrastructure would be unable to carry more than three houses with a single Tesla each. For even half the homes to have electric vehicles, the system would be wildly over-loaded.

This is the elephant in the room with electric vehicles. Our residential infrastructure cannot bear the load. So, as our genius elected officials promote this nonsense, not only are we being urged to buy these things and replace our reliable, cheap generating systems with expensive new windmills and solar cells, but we will also have to renovate our entire delivery system! This later "investment" will not be revealed until we're so far down this dead end road that it will be presented with an 'OOPS...!' and a shrug.

If you want to argue with a green person over cars that are eco-friendly, just read the following. Note: If you ARE a green person, read it anyway. It's enlightening.

Eric test drove the Chevy Volt at the invitation of General Motors and he writes, "For four days in a row, the fully charged battery lasted only 25 miles before the Volt switched to the reserve gasoline engine." Eric calculated the car got 30 mpg including the 25 miles it ran on the battery. So, the range including the 9-gallon gas tank and the 16 kwh battery is approximately 270 miles.

It will take you 4.5 hours to drive 270 miles at 60 mph. Then add 10 hours to charge the battery and you have a total trip time of 14.5 hours. In a typical road trip your average speed (including charging time) would be 20 mph.

According to General Motors, the Volt battery holds 16 kwh of electricity. It takes a full 10 hours to charge a drained battery. The cost for the electricity to charge the Volt is never mentioned, so I looked up what I pay for electricity.

I pay approximately (it varies with amount used and the seasons) $1.16 per kwh. 16 kwh x $1.16 per kwh = $18.56 to charge the battery. $18.56 per charge divided by 25 miles = $0.74 per mile to operate the Volt using the battery. Compare this to a similar size car with a gasoline engine that gets only 32 mpg. $3.19 per gallon divided by 32 Mpg = $0.10 per mile.

The gasoline powered car costs about $25,000 while the Volt costs $46,000 plus. So the Government wants us to pay twice as much for a car, that costs more than seven times as much to run, and takes three times longer to drive across the country.

WAKE UP NORTH AMERICA!!!!!!!....copied from John Koth

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maskedtruths666 · 2 years

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Part 2.2 of the trophy wife series.

As Karina, started licking Jack’s dick, he could only imagine his Caylin doing it to Eric and that got him super hard. His dick started throbbing even more and seeing how hard he got, Karina knew she got into his head.

She started slow by licking him and as his dick got hard and throbbed even more, she decided to ease his tension by swallowing his whole dick to see how far down her throat it can go. As she was viciously sucking his dick, Jack made no attempt to stop Karina and could only fantasize about his Caylin doing this to Eric. As he was imagining Caylin sucking Eric off, Karina was vacuuming his dick and within a minute, Jack was close to his climax.

As he was about to bust his nuts all over Karina’s face, all he could imagine was Eric using his Caylin like a cheap whore and busting his nuts all over her beautiful face. Jack could not hold it in any longer and he unleashed his warm load all over Karina’s face, much to her delight. With warm cum dripping down her face, and Jack’s dick still pretty huge, she continued sucking it. Which seemed to drive Jack crazy. As Karina was sucking his dick with his warm cum all over her face, Jack was imagining his Caylin doing the exact same thing to Eric.

Jack could take it no longer and he swept Karina off her feet and carried her into the bed room. He put her on the bed and ripped apart her swimsuit. Much to Karina’s delight and pleasure, Jack started furious fingering her already wet pussy. Everything he was doing was exactly how he imagine his Caylin is getting used by Eric. As Karina started moaning, Jack could not hold it in. He put his dick at the tip of her drenched pussy. His tip was at her entrance and at that moment, he knew if he penetrated her, things would not be the same anymore. As he was toying with her pussy, Karina said, “Don’t stop now. Go all the way. She is probably going to cheat on you. Think about it, it’s a week long trip. She’s alone and horny. You’re alone and horny. Just do it. I won’t say if you don’t say.”

That did it for him. He knew things were rough with Caylin and she’s probably annoyed at him. He thrusted into Karina and both felt immense pleasure. He was fucking Karina without a condom and as her pussy walls tightened, he was feeling bliss. As he ravaged Karina’s pussy to her ultimate pleasure, he could only think of all the pent up sexual frustration Eric has and how he’s going to unleash all of it on Caylin when he’s had the chance. After thrusting in and out furiously, Jack turned Karina over. He then started doggy fucking her from the back. The sensation was even greater and as he furiously pounded Karina’s ass, he could only imagine how exhilarating Eric would feel as he ravaged Caylin. The thought of his innocent Caylin being pounded by another man drove him mad. When he could not hold it in any longer, he pulled out of Karina and blasted his second load of warm cum all over Karina’s ass.

“I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.” Karina said, panting as she lay down on her bed.

After achieving post nut clarity, Jack felt a little bit guilty but he also felt much better. He said, “It was fun but I should not do it again. I’m sorry for using you.”

“Nonsense. I wanted it. Feel free to use my pussy when you need it.” Karina said with a wink.

“Anyway, I’m sorry bout your swimsuit. I’ll compensate you for it.” Jack muttered apologetically.

“It’s fine. I’ve got loads of swimming apparel anyway. I’ll change into a new one and we can head down to the pool, the weather is great.” Karina replied as she started digging into her luggage.

As she was looking for a new swim suit, Jack looked through IG and saw that Caylin had uploaded a new photo. When he saw it, his heart sank but his dick hardened. Bad thoughts flowed through his mind.

He saw his Caylin in a new bikini that he doesn’t recognize. In the caption of the photo, it was Caylin thanking her female colleague for the new bikini but what he saw tagged in the comments was “Photo by Eric 😉”

When he told Karina what happened, Karina said, “Two can play this game.” She quickly changed into a bikini and dragged Jack down to the pool with her. “You’ll need time to recharge so let’s get back at her first.” Karina said.

Jack obeyed her like he was under a trance and he followed her instructions. Karina made Jack take seductive pictures of her and she uploaded it onto her IG and she did the exact same thing as Caylin.

On her caption, she wrote, “Thanks for making me SOOOOOO wet. Best day ever.” and she tagged Jack’s IG account directly on her butt cheeks. After she did that, she went to add Caylin on IG.

“Now we wait for Caylin to respond.” Karina said, smirking to Jack.

“Wow, you are great at this game.” Jack said.

“Well, I’m a girl. She will respond. For sure. But while waiting, how about you fuck me in my new swimsuit?” Karina asked as she seductively puppy eyed Jack.

“What? Here? We are in public.” Jack stammered.

“All the more fun it will be. I bet Eric bought Caylin that bikini and will take it off her later. So why don’t you take mine off me?” Karina said as she reached into Jack’s swimming pants and started fondling his semi hard dick.

Part 3 coming up next soon!

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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FINALLY SOMEONE SAID THE TRUTH.

I admit that i enjoyed act 3 but it feels like really rushed i have so much complain with that.

The build up until act 2 was so good it give us so much premise but the final blow si meh. Sorry that i want to share thing long rant with you

1. Why the final talk is with yae, no offense to her but we need ei to explain not to mention she witness khaenriah downfall so she can give us more information, i feel like they do it for the plot armor so they can just keep dragging this

2. So many things that quite inconsistant, the shogun is show no mercy to anyone that even did a little thing outside what she think its right, how come she can still have a talk with signora, when sara is falling like that, and also there is no clarification about sara right now.

The traveler was so done at first they refuse to help thoma and ayaka at the beginning. But they seem so happy and forget everything how come they are not RAGE ( okay maybe this is to bias and personal) when this nation provide nothing about our siblings information and also why they are not mention anything about their problem in ei stroy quest. Its nonsense! She is right in front of youu, ask about your siblings, ask about khaenriah, ask about ukmown god!!. How come they can just forget like that. Also mihoyo really waste the potential about twin things i thing ei will give us so much help bcs of the sympathy that we both rn lost our twin but noooo.

3. Kokomi seem lost some brain cell, she make a very succesfull grand intro but she become meh in act 3, how come a great strategist like her let the sus sponsorship slip just bcs they are desperate, not to mention her screen time is really small and her role seem so unsignificant and it feels lile she is a plain npc.

4. The awesome world quest that we have done doesnt get any mention at all! Inazuma owe us so much with cleansing sakura, thunder sakura, tatarigami, obarashi quest. It has so much potential that yae or ei or anyone else aknowledge what traveler has been done but nooo.

cracks knuckles... i suppose it's time for my promised dissertation. interestingly enough, you touched on a lot of the main issues i had with chapter III.

i think that if i had to pin the main issue, it's a lack of overall cohesiveness? we were jumping all over the place without the chance to ever flesh things out. inazuma is a smaller cast, but i feel like we didn't get to see any of them shine. since i'm most interested in the genshin characters, i'll break down my problems by going over everyone and their (lack) of impact on the story.

was ayaka not questioned or placed under suspicion for being close to thoma before his escape? i wanted to see her broken up over her duties as they relate to the yashiro commission, paired with having someone she genuinely cares about in danger. it would've been an interesting struggle if she was forced to choose one or the other. instead she just kinda took a back seat.

speaking of thoma, i don't even have anything to say, because he just... was there? for .0001 seconds. said "lol this sucks ig" and that's about it. i know we're going to get a story for him in the future since he's a 5* but i'm not getting my hopes up 😭 then in the raiden shogun's character story, man is peachy keen! be upset with the raiden shogun! have some inner conflict! even if it's just using loaded language because he's under surveillance for going against the raiden shogun, that'd be so cool. saying something like,

"Traveler, what's with that expression? Oh please, there's nothing to worry about. We're under the Statue of the Omnipresent God's protection. Nothing bad has ever happened here." *wink*

i also don't know what to say about gorou. he was... there....... i think. what is he fighting for? what are the stakes for him? what makes him place so much trust into kokomi? i'm out of things to say about him because i don't remember anything he did or said.

kokomi... oh kokomi... i was so hyped. so excited. i thought that maybe we could see a foil to the raiden shogun. that she'd have a moment where she's forced to realize, just like her opponent, sacrifices must be made that will hurt people who will never understand why she made them. or maybe something to show her military prowess. but instead she just accepts a mysterious patron's help (?), sees her people aging like the grateful dead from JJBA, and goes oh well. that sucks. what can ya do. oh bye traveler i guess, good luck with that. ????????????? HUH... similar case to thoma where she's gonna get a character story but like. she won't be the leader of the resistance anymore. that was her whole shtick. they took her shtick away. also she forced me to interact with more NPCs whose names i've already forgotten so i'm tilted about that still.

KUJOU SARA... AN INJUSTICE. A DISGRACE. a slap to my woman loving face. the build up was there. yae miko's comments about sara probably knowing the tenryou commission is involved in shady dealings, but is choosing not to think about it. sara being forced to confront reality and challenge her adopted father with the truth. being able to blaze a new path for herself in the process. when she started running to the raiden shogun i was ultra hyped up. sara, a devotee to the shogun for so long, was about to see her god interacting with the same people who led inazuma to this awful state. how would she react? would she stay ignorant, like yae miko so coyly said, choosing to look away in favor of following her god's footsteps? or would she be forced to recognize the raiden shogun isn't as divine as she once thought, and challenge her belief system?

we open the door to see the raiden shogun. the loading screen ensues. the camera pans to the ominous room, clouded in darkness, hinting at the ominous confrontation that is to come. the music takes a serious timbre. and then...

well fuck that potential character arc i guess. (we still don't know what sara made of any of this since she poofed out of existence from the story at this point)

kazuha also was handed a similar treatment. we've been with him for a while longer now. he is our introduction into inazuma, the one who first gets us emotionally involved by regaling us with the bittersweet tale of friendship that led him to becoming a wanted criminal. a kind soul who loves nature yet was dealt a cruel hand by fate, forced to watch his home nation turn into a hostile place, where his dear friend ultimately perished as a result. we get the scene with his friend's vision lighting back up. he parries a block from the raiden shogun, in the same area where his friend was killed by her. the parallels. the drama. except this time, he wasn't too late. he protected the traveler where he "failed" to protect his friend in the past. did he feel redemption at this? or was it a bittersweet reminder of what could've been?

WELL i guess we'll never know because we didn't get to talk to him again 😭 idk who got a bait and switch worse, him or sara. jesus christ mihoyo.

then we have signora. why is the raiden shogun talking to her? does she know about the gnosis being taken, and if she doesn't, what was her plan to get it from the archon? what does she think about scaramouche? and oh, okay, we're fighting here now. good fight + god tier music. pog pog. okay, now we've beaten her up, and raiden shogun wyd— wait no not signora her lore is still on CUPS not YET raiden shogun and— ah she's dead. okay. non nerds who didn't read artifact lore are going to know nothing about her. signora has such an interesting story, and yet... well. ok.

then we get raiden shogun redemption (?) arc. i was hype for this as well, though at that point, idk why i bothered being hype. i knew they were gonna do a cute power of friendship something or another, and i'm good with that, so long as it's executed well. what i was envisioning was like seven different buffs to correspond with the seven different visions, the dreams of those whose ambitions were stolen serving as the spear to penetrate the raiden shogun's heart of stone. maybe a hydro vision giving us extra healing for a time, with the voice acting over it being like,

"Even if the rest of the world forgets us, let our will carry you through this one final time. Succeed where we couldn't, Traveler."

so on and so forth.

but instead we got— you get the idea at this point. why bother spelling it out anymore.

at that point i was surprised the raiden shogun didn't go "oopsie woopsie!! we made a fucky wucky!!!" because that was the vibe i was getting. i love ei, don't get me wrong, but i wanted to see her challenged with what she had done to inazuma in the past year. maybe meeting NPC #2345259 who lost her sister to the vision decree or something, reminding ei of the love she held for her sister... being forced to come to terms with the extent of what she's done in pursuit of eternity.

anyway. please for the love of god mihoyo hire better writers for the main story. that is all i ask. thank you.

#genshin impact spoilers #answered #Anonymous

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syllvane · 3 years

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breakfast- natahsa romanoff x reader

a/n: this was requested by anon! this is 4.5k words.

You still haven’t gotten used to the quiet that comes with half of the population being gone, but you can’t quite remember what it was like before either- you vaguely remember the hustle and bustle of life before the Blip, but that's all it’s become. A memory, one that seems to become harder to recall each and every day.

“What are you doing here so early?”

You nearly dropped the groceries that you had been holding, startled by Natasha’s voice in the hallway leading into the kitchen.

“You scared me- you’re lucky I wasn’t holding the eggs or something.”

Natasha looked at you somewhat amused, making her way into the kitchen and leaning against one of the counters.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

You glanced at her, smiling before turning back to where you were unloading the groceries.

“I was going to surprise you with breakfast, though I suppose it was silly to think I could surprise a spy.”

You didn’t miss the small smile that appeared on her face as you started unloading the groceries anyways, getting ready to cook.

“Silly, maybe, but also sweet. What can I do to help?” Natasha asked and you shook your head, pointing at her with the plastic spoon you had grabbed.

“Sit down, you’ve been doing a lot these past couple months- too much, I would argue. Let me do something for you.”

“You’re selling yourself short. You’ve been doing a lot around here as well,” Natasha protested and you gave her a pointed look before going back to cooking.

“If you really want to do something, then you can make us coffee. But nothing else. I want you to relax.”

“Coffee, I can do that,” She mumbled, springing into action, her arm brushing against yours as she filled up the coffee maker with hot water.

The next time you try to surprise her with breakfast is a little under a week later and when you walk into the Avengers compound, you are met with the smell of freshly cooked breakfast.

Damn her.

You walked into the kitchen, still carrying groceries, to see that Natasha had cooked what could only be described as a feast.

She looked at you, proud that she had one-upped you.

“How did you know?” You asked her, simply setting the groceries to the side.

She looked at you as if she was considering whether to lie or not.

“I didn’t,” She said honestly and almost a bit sheepishly. “I cooked every morning hoping that you’d show up one of these days. I know it’s silly.”

“It’s not, it’s…” You looked over the different plates of food as if one of them held the right words. “It’s incredibly sweet. I’ll make the coffee?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Breakfast becomes a regular occurrence for the two of you and although half of the universe had to disappear for the two of you to grow closer, you don’t mind it as much as you should.

“Hey,” Natasha said, drawing your attention as the two of you washed dishes side by side, your arms touching each other. “I’m going to have to cancel our breakfast date on Thursday. I think I may have a lead on Clint and so I want to go and see it for myself.”

“You want company?” You asked without hesitation and she looked at you.

“I don’t want to bother you and besides, I don’t think anything will come of it.”

“Okay well, one, you could never bother me, and two, even if nothing comes out of it, you shouldn’t have to do it alone.”

She didn’t say anything, though a small smile appeared on her face as she loaded the last of the plates and bowls into the dishwasher.

Though the prospect of you coming with seemed to make her happy for reasons she didn’t quite understand, she pushed you away.

“I’ll be fine alone, I promise.”

“Okay, if you promise,” You said, flicking a bit of the soapy water at her.

She stopped moving and looked at you incredulously.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Did what, this?” You asked, doing it again, more boldly this time

She looked at you and though everything about her face screamed ‘serious’, her eyes were alight with playfulness.

She stalked back over towards the sink and although you backed away and lifted your arms to protect yourself, she splashed you nonetheless.

Grabbing the nearest ingredient towards you, you lifted a hand full of flour and aimed it towards her.

“You don’t have to do this,” She said, walking towards you slowly with her hands lifted up as if she was surrendering. “Just drop-”

Before she can finish her sentence, you threw the flour at her.

Her face is covered in flour, clumps of it sticking to her face where you had splashed water previously and she stared at you in surprise, a smile still on her face.

Before you could even process what she was doing, she had her own handful of flour and threw it onto you, the flour coating your clothes and face, as well as the counters and the floor.

You lunged for the flour but she caught your wrist, your eyes meeting hers.

You reached your other hand towards it and she caught that as well, pulling you close to her, closer than you had ever been to her.

“Don’t,” She said softly, her eyes bright. “Don’t start a fight that you can’t win.”

“And where’s the fun in that?” You asked and she let go of your wrists, letting your hands fall back to your side and taking a step backwards.

“We should clean this up- Steve’s going to throw a fit if he sees this mess.”

“You have a meeting in a little bit, you can go. I got this.”

“Nonsense, I threw just as much flour as you. You take the island and the counters, I’ll take the cabinets and floors. It’ll get done quicker this way.”

“Nat-”

“Just… let me help you. Please.”

“You’re impossible,” You said but didn’t protest against her helping any longer.

As Natasha pointed out, the kitchen was completely clean in half of the time that it would’ve taken for your to clean it alone, leaving Natasha more than enough time to change her clothes and to get any remnants of flour off of her face and out of her hair before her meeting.

Well, almost all of it.

“Nat, wait!” You yelled, running after her before she turned the holographs on.

She turned and looked at you, concerned.

“What is it?”

“You just had a little…”

You got close to her and using your thumb, you wiped some flour off of her face that she hadn’t noticed.

“Thank you,” She said softly and the two of you just stood there like that for a couple of seconds before you pulled yourself away.

“Right. Have a good meeting, Natasha,” You said before turning away, not waiting for her response.

That’s the last time you have a full conversation with her before she goes looking for Clint.

You’re almost done making breakfast when she enters through the front door, looking worn out and exhausted, dropping her bag onto the floor.

She continued into the kitchen, blinking when she noticed you staring at her and the food that you had already set onto the table.

“How did you…” She sniffed, wiping her nose, searching for the words.

You turned the stove burner off and closed the distance between the two of you, pulling her into a tight hug.

She hugged you back just as tightly as if you were a lifeboat and she was drowning in the middle of the ocean.

“I don’t know who he is anymore. I don’t… I don’t recognize the man who did those things.”

“I know, Nat.”

“And he acts like we didn’t lose everything as well. We lost everything as well and yet, we continue, no matter how much we’ve lost, because we don’t have the luxury of playing vigilante. Some of us have a world that we’re trying to put back together, you know?”

“I know,” You said softly.

She doesn’t say anything for a while, just stands there in your arms.

“I miss Yelena. I miss Alexei and Melina. I miss them so much it feels like I’m just drowning in it. Like it’s just going to swallow me whole one day.”

“Tell me about them.”

And so she does.

She tells you about Ohio and about life in between her time in the Red Room. She tells you about the destruction of the Red Room and about Yelena buying and giving to Natasha the first item of clothing that she had ever bought. She tells you about forest stars and photo booths and blue hair dye.

She tells you more than she has ever told anyone else, more than she will ever tell anyone else.

And eventually, she lets go.

Her face is red from tears, but neither of you point it out, both of you sitting down at the table and eating breakfast.

“I think this is the first proper meal I’ve had in days,” She said and you frowned at her, your eyes narrowing.

“You need to take better care of yourself. When was the last time you slept?”

She looked away from your eyes, back towards the plate of food.

“Haven’t since I left,” She said quietly, her eyes flickering back up towards yours to see your reaction.

The creases by your eyes deepened.

“Natasha-”

“In all fairness, I was going to go to sleep as soon as I got back, but someone surprised me with breakfast,” She said, punctuating her sentence with a forkful of food.

“Okay, but we’re going to sleep right after you’re done, okay?”

“‘We’?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m tired too,” You said sheepishly and in her tiredness, she did not push you further on it.

She pushed her plate away from her a little, standing up and taking your hand.

“We can do dishes later. Let’s go to sleep,” She said and you stood up, letting her lead you to her bedroom.

She pulled you onto her bed and you fell asleep in her arms, which was somehow only the second most romantic thing you had done with Natasha Romanoff.

The first was, of course, falling in love with her.

If someone had asked you to point out a specific month or day that you had fallen in love with her, you wouldn’t know where to begin.

Months of friendship blended together with something more and you weren’t quite sure where your feelings for her began and where they ended, where they had transitioned into something more, something greater.

It didn’t really matter, you supposed- months passed since her return from looking for Clint and things continued on as normal, with breakfasts and small touches, gestures from her that could be easily misconstrued as something more than friendship.

You didn’t mind the closeness though, the way her hands always seemed to graze over yours when reaching for the same thing or the way her arm would touch yours when the two of you did the dishes.

You didn’t mind it, just wished for more of it. Wished that she would just take your hand outright one day.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay? Dinner is a little out of your wheelhouse,” Natasha joked and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m sure I’ll manage. Is it just Steve that’s coming tonight or are we getting the whole gang back together?”

“Just Steve, I’m pretty sure. Banner might come as well, but Pepper and Tony aren’t coming for sure.”

“Well, at least that minimizes the chances of a fight breaking out.”

“I can start throwing punches if needed,” She offered and you looked at her, a small smile on your lips.

“Appreciate the offer, but I think we’re good.”

“Well, if you change your mind…”

“I’ll let you know,” You smiled. “Now are you going to help me make dinner or not?”

The two of you easily fell into a rhythm while you cooked, anticipating each other’s needs before the other even said anything. Natasha would open her mouth to ask for a knife to find that you were already setting it down beside her.

“You know, I think we make a good team,” You said, your hands on your hips as you looked over all the hard work that the two of you had done.

Natasha wiped her hands on a towel before standing beside you, nodding.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this kitchen used before, not like this,” Steve noted, standing in the doorway behind the two of you.

Though both of you were well-trained in stealth and surveillance, you almost jumped when you heard Steve’s voice.

“Don’t sneak up on us like that!” You scolded Steve and before you even asked for it, Natasha handed you the towel that she had been holding and you threw it at him.

He held his hands up in defense, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiled. He caught it with ease and set it down on the island.

“Now, there’s no need for violence. It smells great in here, I didn’t think I’d ever see the day where she would be cooking,” He said, motioning towards Natasha.

“She’s working on it,” You joked and Natasha gave you a pointed look, suddenly wishing that she still had her towel. She settled for swatting at your arm with her hand. “Hey! Like the old man said, no need for violence. I was just joking.”

“What, I’m five minutes late and you guys are already fighting?” Bruce asked, walking in the front door.

“You came!” You smiled widely, walking over to the scientist and hugging him.

Steve looked back at Natasha.

“Can you believe that? He gets a hug and I get a towel thrown at me.”

Natasha let out a breathy laugh.

“You startled her, that was your first mistake.”

Steve smiled as well before grabbing one of the various dishes that the two of you had made and bringing it to the dining table.

Natasha started moving the dishes as well, giving a small, cursory nod to Bruce as he sat down.

You swatted at Steve’s arm.

“Dude, you need to sit down. You’re a guest.”

Steve looked at Natasha, pointing at you.

“Do you see this? She’s going to injure me.”

You shot him a playful glare before helping Natasha with the rest of the dishes and the silverware, setting plates down in front of everyone and taking a seat next to Natasha, across from Steve and Bruce.

Dinner started off lighthearted, the four of your digging into the food.

You talked of past stories and past missions and science and of everything but the unavoidable present, the reality that everyone had been stuck in for more than a year now.

It seemed crazy when you thought about it like that, that half of the population had been gone for over a year, a full rotation around the sun without some of your favorite people.

It was dark outside when the conversation shifted.

“So, how have you guys been with… everything?” Natasha asked and a hush fell around the table.

“I don’t know if it’ll ever get any easier,” Steve said honestly.

“I don’t know how it could get worse,” Natasha retorted, though everyone already knew the answer.

“Another year. Another two, another ten,” Bruce said solemnly before taking another sip of the water that was in front of him. He checked his watch and blinked, realizing for the first time how late it had gotten. “Sorry to leave on that note, but I should get going, guys. Didn’t realize how late it was.”

“I’m glad you came. It was nice seeing you again,” You said genuinely, standing up from the table and walking over to hug him.

He hugged you back, giving Natasha a little wave and Steve a pat on the back before you walked him out of the kitchen, towards the front door.

“You two make a good couple, you know. I didn’t realize the two of you were even dating, but you two seem to make each other very happy.”

“Thank you, but we’re not dating,” Natasha said, her lips pressed together in a tight smile.

Steve raised his eyebrows.

“Are you sure? Because with the way the two of you were looking at each other, I would’ve sworn otherwise.”

“Positive,” Natasha said, trying to stop herself from blushing.

“What are you two talking about?” You asked, walking back into the room.

Steve stood up from where he was sitting and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“You’re leaving us too?”

“Like Bruce pointed out, it’s getting late. It was so nice seeing both of you.”

You stood there for a minute before walking to where he was standing and hugging him.

“Don’t be a stranger, Steve. You are always welcome here,” You said before taking a step back.

He smiled back at you.

“I would hope so- I still technically work here, right?”

“Did Tony ever rehire you?” You wondered out loud.

“Did he ever rehire you?” He shot back and you shrugged.

“Fair point.”

“Drive safe, old man,” Natasha said before Steve hugged her as well.

“Goodnight, to the both of you.”

He walked out of the front door and you began cleaning up the dishes.

“Steve said the funniest thing earlier, when you were walking Bruce out.”

“Oh?” You asked, making it clear that you were listening even if you weren’t looking at her.

“He thought we were dating.”

You stopped what you were doing, turning the water off and setting the plate down.

“What did you say?”

“I just told him the truth, that we weren’t.”

“Why did he think that we were?” You asked, trying your best to seem as if your heart wasn’t pounding.

“Something about the way we look at each other,” She said as if she hadn’t committed the words to memory.

“Natasha-”

“I mean, it’d probably be a bad idea, with us working together and all.”

“Natasha.”

“And neither of us are really used to it either and-”

You turned around, taking a couple of steps so that you were only a couple of inches away from her.

Your hand hovered above her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

Her breath hitched.

“Yes.”

And you kissed her.

You kissed her that night and you kissed her the morning after, as her girlfriend, and you kissed her while she made breakfast and you kissed her again and again and again.

You kissed her on your six-month anniversary and you held her when she woke up from the nightmares she’d tell you about and the ones that she would never speak of.

And you keep on kissing her, until six months becomes a year and a year becomes two, until you can’t imagine a world that exists without her love.

“I’m still mad at you for getting out of bed so early,” You grumbled, looking over the breakfast that she had prepared for the two of you.

She nearly jumped when she heard your voice before she smiled warmly and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Morning. How did you sleep?” She asked, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Good. Would’ve been better if I could’ve slept a few more hours.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, though she seemed uncharacteristically anxious.

“We can go back to bed after, okay? Breakfast first.”

“This looks wonderful,” You said, wiping your bleary eyes and looking over the table more carefully before looking back at her. You poured coffee for the two of you. “You seem like you’re on edge.”

“I’m not,” She said, though you weren’t fully convinced. “Let’s eat.”

You sat down across from her, starting to eat when you became keenly aware of the fact that she was carefully watching you as you ate.

You set your utensils down and she nearly jumped out of her seat.

“Nat, what is going on?”

She blinked.

“Nothing, I-”

“You are a surprisingly bad liar, for a spy. Nat, just tell me what is-”

“Can you just… try the pancakes? Please?”

You stared at her for a couple of seconds but when her face remained unchanged, you sighed and cut a piece of the pancake and put it in your mouth.

You started chewing and you bit something hard.

“Did you leave eggshells in this or… oh.” You spit the bit on the napkin and upon closer examination, you could see what you were biting.

A ring.

You stared at it for a couple of seconds before looking back at where she was sitting to see that she was no longer sitting at all, but kneeling on the ground in front of you, a huge smile on her face and tears welling up in her eyes.

You laughed, covering your mouth.

“I’ve always known that you’re a hero. You’ve always shown such great care for everyone around you, whether they be your team members or civilians. You’ve saved so many people and I didn’t realize this when you first came over here and made breakfast for the first time, but you were saving me as well. From my grief, from loneliness. From myself, at times. You saved me and then you kept on saving me and kept on tearing down these walls that I had put up. I am not perfect and I will never promise you anything of the sort, but I am promising you that I will love you with everything that I am. I am promising that I will try to love you in the same way that you have loved me. I’ve never believed in marriage- I’ve never believed in a lot, if we’re being honest. But I believe in you. And I want to marry you, if you’ll have me.”

You didn’t say anything, tears in your own eyes before you burst out half-laughing and half-crying.

“Natasha, look in your coffee cup.”

She looked slightly confused but she did as you said, moving the coffee cup slightly so that she could see the bottom.

Her free hand rushed up to her mouth before she started laugh-crying as well and you got up and the two of you hugged tightly.

“I think that was the worst pancake I’ve ever had,” You mumbled into the crook of her shoulder, still laughing.

She began to laugh even harder, the two of you rocking in the kitchen.

After the two of you broke apart, she fished the ring that you had placed in her coffee out, admiring it.

“You never said yes, you know,” She pointed out and you looked at her, cleaning the ring she had given to you.

“Yes, I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you today or tomorrow or in a million years.”

“My answer is yes too. Though preferably not in a million years.”

A million years may have been a more reasonable time than you had thought- the two of you originally set a wedding date in the winter, though it was interrupted by a string of killings committed by Clint.

Turns out, he is good for more than making Natasha upset by not coming to your wedding, he’s also good for upheaving your wedding day in its entirety.

You reschedule the date a couple of months later, only for a couple of Widows to call for Natasha’s help in saving one of their own. She can’t refuse and you would never ask her to.

“I don’t know if it’ll ever be the right time,” Natasha said softly, laying next to you in bed, a couple of nights after returning from the mission.

You turned over so that you were facing her.

“For the wedding?”

She nodded.

“I don’t think it’ll feel right if everyone isn’t there with us. I know that you’ve been really busy planning for it, but-"

“Nat, I don’t care about a wedding. I don’t need some ceremony to tell you how much I love you. If you want to stay like this, if you don’t want a ceremony or anything, then okay. All I need is you.”

“How did I get so lucky?”

“You’re really good at cooking breakfast,” You mumbled back and she laughed.

“I love you.”

“I know,” You said sleepily, barely able to keep your eyes open. “I love you too.”

The bubble of peace that you had managed to create for all these years remains for another, until Scott Lang shows up at the front door to the Avengers Compound.

From there, the bubble completely popped, not that either of you minded much.

This was what you both wanted, right? Everything back to what it was before.

Now, with Tony’s plan, everyone seemed to be running around the Avenger’s Compound again, everyone anxious to do something useful after all of these years.

“I still don’t like that he’s here,” You said begrudgingly and Natasha sighed. “He isn’t the Clint either of us knew.”

“I had to go after him. He deserves a chance at forgiveness,” She argued quietly, careful not to be overheard. “You’ve forgiven me for everything I’ve done. Why can’t you forgive him?”

“Because everything you’ve done since you left the Red Room has been in service of clearing out your ledger. He was killing people a couple of days ago.”

She didn’t say anything at that, thinking.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“I’m not asking to invite him to our wedding, I’m just asking you to trust him.”

You looked at her, unable to stop the smile that started on your face.

“We can finally get married- we can have our families at our wedding,” You said softly and she nodded, a small smile appearing on her lips as well.

“God, I can’t wait to introduce you to my family. I can’t wait to meet yours. I think you and Yelena are going to get along a lot.”

“Okay,” You said after a while. “I trust him.”

The two of you started walking towards the main open floor, where the machine that Tony had dreamt up had been constructed.

The others were already waiting there in their suits, waiting for your conversation to finish up.

“Okay. It’s Vormir, right? Where you and Clint are going?” Natasha nodded, her forehead leaning against yours. “Okay, well, you’re going to have to tell me all about it when you get back. I wish I was going in space.”

She smiled, kissing you on the forehead before proceeding to pepper your entire face with kisses before landing on your lips.

You don’t think you’ll ever be able to kiss her enough.

“Yeah, you only get to time travel,” She smiled. “I’ll tell you all about it, I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too. Come back home, okay? I’ll have breakfast waiting.”

“Okay,” She said softly, stepping back. “I’ll make the coffee.”

“You don’t have to do anything, just be there. Just be there, Nat.”

“I will,” She said, beaming. “I promise I will.”

In the last moments you’re with her, she looks the happiest that you’ve ever seen her.

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part 1

The sole survivor of vault 111 did not believe blood is thicker than water, so it wasn't their love and devotion to Shaun that was behind their choice to protect the Institute in the end. It was most likely a combination of the flattery of being offered the top position in all of Institute, absolute power to form humanity's future, and their general love of synths.

Sole did not love synths as a human loves their fellow humans, as equals. They loved synths like a kid loves their computer, loaded up with all the best games. Synths were Sole's new favourite toys. In the Commonwealth, where most humans are downright hostile towards synths, Sole was seen as a friend of synths.

When Danse was discovered to be a synth, he trusted Sole enough to negotiate with Elder Maxson for his life. After the confrontation Danse stayed underground, literally since he took residence at Listening Post Bravo. He didn't dare venture outside without Sole, and their contact where few and far inbetween. He had little trust for radio news, and so he remained ignorant of the fall of the Railroad and the Brotherhood of Steel.

Director Sole was excited to finally retrieve one of their favorite synths after things were settling down from the war of the factions. They had stashed away Danse not only because he was a valuable source of information on the Brotherhood but also because his absolute loyalty and sincerity was endearing.

Danse did not see this visit from Sole ending in his body being shut down and carried away by the Institute.

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X6-88 was proud to be working for Director Sole, despite his prejudice early on, they proved themselves to be a clever and capable leader. And every step of the way X6-88 witnessed their rise from a lost parent to the Director.

In the safety of his own mind X6-88 took some credit for Director Sole's growth. He did assist them on many of their above ground missions, saving them more than once from bodily harm.

X6-88 knew that Director Sole appreciated his gun proficiency and even his dry personality. The latter made X6-88 much prouder, since he was very comfortable being aloof and most humans and synths found it scary. To his surprise, X6-88 found himself liking their personality as well. Director Sole clearly loved the sound of their own voice, but they never spoke of nonsense. Everything they said made X6-88 want to listen and engage.

It's been a good few weeks since X6-88 has had a chance to be around Director Sole. It was unfair to him, when Director Sole went above ground without him to get a lost synth. It was his job as a courser and unofficial bodyguard of Director Sole to be there!

All these new thoughts filling X6-88's mind were unwelcome and made him almost wish Director Sole hadn't stopped the routine mind wiping of synths. (It was done in fear of synths building too much sense of identity if they remembered years of their existance, and that identity turning into rebellious spirit. Director Sole however liked synths having memory and identity, they wanted a synth they remember to remember them back. Mind wipes are currently only performed on troubled cased.)

When X6-88 demanded to be present for the Directors next visit above ground, they laughed and accused the synth over being overly dramatic in his worries, but indulged him anyway. A few days later X6-88 accompanied Director Sole on their visit to Goodneighbor. The former settlement emptied out after the Institute declared it's existance to the Commonwealth and destroyed it's biggest opposers, the Railroad and the Brotherhood. No one felt safe in the settlement, since they were famously anarchistic and against the Institute. Rumors say that the former mayor did not escape far, and used his connections to stay in Diamon City nowdays.

Their reason for coming to the ruins of Goodneighbor is in Memory Den, it holds unique technology to the Commonwealth. Being in the building brings nostalgia mind. To the innocent times in Sole's adventures when they were only beginning to understand how much the Institure is intertwined in their journey. Memory loungers were vital in discovering a way in to the Institute and Director Sole hopes they will help the Institute once again.

Interrogating Danse on information on the Brotherhood and their next move has been fruitless. Even though all Brotherhood soldiers would shoot him on sight, Danse stays stubbornly loyal to the Brotherhood.

Many scientists think the whole interrigation is a waste of time, that he should just be mind wiped and put to work. Director Sole however is as countarian as ever and refuses to give up. There is knowledge on high level security details of the Brotherhood's moves in that head and they were determined to get it.

Of course the Institute scientists wouldn't think of any solutions outside of their devices. Thats why they need Sole, for a fresh perspective. For outside knowledge.

"Shall I mark these for transportation?" X6-88 asked once the Director’s laughter had died down. But they stayed quiet and didn’t answer right away.

Then they let out a gentel little "...Exie...."

"...Yes, Director Sole?"

They looked a little sheepish as they asked: "Tell me honestly if this is too dumb, but... I wanna be outside more again. Y'know. Just you and me against the wilds like the old days! What if we just... bring Danse here?"

Excitement hit X6-88′s body like lighting, he felt charged up with sudden energy. Still he held off giving the instinctual enthusiastic yes and gave the proposition some thought.

He started speaking carefully: "...We have reliable ways to bind him, and it is unlikely he could overpower me." The smile on Director Sole’s face made him feel like he gave the right answer.

"Yes! I trust your judgment!"

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