#before the mosquitos come out and eat you alive
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The Accused | Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Pt 2
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The hours that followed Ghost leaving you to your own were brutal. It took a few long moments to collect yourself, all tears and trembling hands, but eventually, your legs found the strength to haul your body up to your feet. Your mind replays the last couple minutes on loop tauntingly.
If Ghost hadn't caught you in time, you'd be nothing but a broken egg on the pavement below. Your brain tried to think about what it would have felt like if you had plummeted without haste, but your body reminded you angrily how it felt to hit the wall on your way down. Surely, deep bruises of purple and blue would climb like vines up the side of your frame. Your body would make sure to ache, to remind you of the damage you'd inflicted onto it.
Damaged, but alive.
It feels odd being alive, now. You really had made your choice, fully accepted the gravity of your life cut short. Perhaps it was cowardly. But, ultimately, you knew that it would have been the better outcome between death and eternal imprisonment.
Still, guilt eats away at you. The image of Ghost's eyes through his mask haunts you- that primal fear in those beautiful eyes engraved in the back of your brain. If he hadn't been as fast- if he'd hesitated for even a second, you'd have slipped right through his fingers. You'd have dropped all the way down to the unforgiving concrete and ceased to be right in front of him. It hurts you- the thought of him grieving you like that. Surely he would have hated you for it.
When night came (rather quickly), you took your chance to escape. Wherever point 'A' was, it wasn't so nearby you couldn't scurry down those five flights of stairs and dart into the darkness. You ran from bush to bush, building to building, and even through a knee-deep marsh. You were grateful that this October was warm, but you would be lying to say you appreciated the bugs. Mosquitos ate away at your skin despite your efforts to battle them away.
You'd only been a few miles away from base, so it wasn't long before you were skirting along the trees, staring at the mile-high electric fences surrounding the fort you'd become so familiar with. The base you and Ghost had been staying at was a nice one- with all the fixings and even single-person 'homes'. They were small, one-bedroom trailer-looking flats with all the basic necessities, but compared to the places you'd slept before they may have well as been your own little personal heaven. Warm water and an AC unit-they'd spoiled you and your fellow soldiers. You remember on your first night, cuddled up under the blankets on your very own bed, praying they'd keep you stationed here for the rest of your military days.
But, now, here you were, creeping along the greenery, feeling more foe than friend. From outside, you could see military vehicles parking for the night and soldiers standing guard. Sneaking up on your own base, your own friends, you really did feel like a spy. You linger outside, wondering what to do.
Then it hits you.
And you know exactly where to go.
You disappear back into the trees. It's barely another mile out, but with just the moon overheard to guide you, you struggle to find your way. You pass by trees and boulders of every size, before you enter a small clearing, and tucked all the way to the side is exactly what you were looking for. A dingy half-finished shed engulfed by the canopy of trees and shadows.
And god, there he is, standing there and waiting for you.
In this light, Ghost really does look like he could be a monster. His mask nearly glows. Half covered by murky shadows, dotted by the glowing streaks of the moon passing through the leaves overhead, he stands and waits for you. Like he knew you were coming.
And he was right. Because here you were.
You snap a twig on accident and his body visibly tenses as he searches for the source, but when his eyes find your figure in the darkness it only takes a second for him to realize it's you.
"Been a while since I've been here," you start. He moves to the side as you pass him. The door opens with a dull creak.
"I'm glad we both had the same idea." Ghost grunts.
"You're telling me. I had to ditch my phone and everything, so if you weren't here I'd have no way of contacting you. And y'know what, that's two phones in two months. Talk about bad luck." You sigh.
"Never did find you're old one, hm? Not good, soldier."
"Oh, I'm sure it's lost in the ocean or blown to bits by now."
Ghost scoffs. "Hope so. Get inside."
When you'd first been stationed at his base, boredom often ate away at you until it felt like you'd go crazy. Ghost had been off on his own mission, the few friends you did have at that time never left the base of their own volition. But you, on the other hand, craved exploration. So you found yourself wandering the perimeter around the base, thinking about nothing and everything. That's when you discovered the beat-up old shed. At that time it was nothing more than a caved-in roof, rain-soaked flooring, and a broken window. Over the course of a couple weeks, you began to work to fix it up, glad to have something to focus on during your between-missions time.
When Ghost had returned to base during Christmas, and he realized that you too had no home to return to for the holidays, he began to join you.
Over that Christmas, you both turned it into somewhere you could both go to talk and occasionally share a few drinks. That was when you'd truly bonded with him. That was when he'd finally started letting you in willingly.
Dirt flecks off the frame of the door as you step inside, and it's just as dusty as you remember. Two chairs sit in the center with patchy blankets serving as cushions. An uneven table sits between them, one leg broken half off but supported by water-logged books stacked atop each other.
The moon filters in through the cracked window and paints the brown walls a beautiful blue.
Ghost sits with a grunt, kicking his feet out and sighing. It invites you, calls you in to shut the door behind you and settle beside him. So, you do. The chair creaks underneath your weight and you breathe out the frustrations of the day, gone into the air. For the first time that day, your guard lowers.
You just... breathe.
"What a nightmare this is." You sigh.
Ghost shrugs. "No one knows what 't think. They know something's not right."
A pang of relief visibly flushes through you, cut short when he shakes his head.
"Don't get too excited." He says quietly.
"...And why's that?"
"Graves called in his shadows." Ghost taps his finger against the table, lingering, picking and choosing his next words while you feel anxiety start to bubble within you. When he speaks again, it's forlorn. "He isn't exactly pushing for 'em to bring you in alive."
The weight of your heart dropping could have burst straight through the chair you sat on. It settles into your gut like an awful stone. A dull, pained chuckle escapes you.
"I knew he didn't like me, but damn."
Ghost shakes his head. "He's panicking. Thinks you can tell us where the missiles are."
"Missiles?" You ask, eyebrows raised in concern.
It must have struck him then, that Ghost hadn't yet updated you on the situation arising off-air. And judging by the way he tenses and leans forward in his chair, it must be pretty grim.
"Hassan... He's got our missiles. Three of 'em." As Ghost speaks with newfound hesitation and urgency, you can feel your nerves lighting up with each syllable. "We can't find the damn things. They get out... 'Lot of people will die."
"Jesus Christ." You wipe your palms down your face, eyebrows knit together. "How the hell did he get our missiles?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out. 'Pparently there's some messages and photos of you chatting with one of Hassan's men. That you might know a thing or two on where to find 'em."
"I haven't talked to anyone that wasn't our own." You groan. "God, what the fuck. And pictures?"
"From what I heard. They haven't shown 'em to us. Refuse to, actually." Ghost leans back in his chair, eyeing you like he's holding something back. "Like I said, no one knows what to think."
You stare down at your lap. Though you already know the answer, you find yourself asking anyways, with an uneven voice.
"...You trust me, right...?"
"God's sake." He scoffs, and you regret asking at all.
"I just have to be sure. Pictures can be convincing-"
"Pictures none of us have even laid eyes on. You think I'd be here right now if I didn't believe you?"
Guilt eats away at you, eyes downcast. "I know. I'm sorry. I just... I can't wrap my head around why of all people it had to be me."
"We'll find out. Shepherd won't give us hardly any information, and anything he does give us is... vague." Ghost is choosy with his words. "...Shepherd found and turned the evidence in himself, supposedly."
You feel an actual strike of nausea pulse through you.
"There's no way Shepherd would frame me." Though you try to say it with an even tone, your voice exposes your lack of confidence in your General. You suck in a breath when there's no reply. "Ghost..?"
Ghost doesn't answer, but his eyes do flick to yours. A silent, cautious confirmation.
You swallow. Hard.
"But... But what good could come of this? I mean up until now I've been an exemplary soldier. Like, not to brag here, but I graduated at the fucking top of my squad and I damn well aced every test they threw at me."
"I know all this." Ghost chimes. "Everyone knows all of this. I don't know what the big plan is. I don't even know if there is a big plan. I just know something isn't right."
There's a pause, and his eyes soften.
"I know you wouldn't do this."
Tears well at the waterlines of your eyes and you struggle to hold them back. With the military against you, Shadow's snapping at your heels at every chance they could get, and now faced with the chance that your own fucking general would frame you, you're completely unsure of what to do next. Ghost leans over the table and sets a firm hand on your shoulder.
You bite your tears back, refusing to let him witness you cry again. Twice in one day was just too much on your already shattered ego.
"What do I do?" Your voice betrays you, uneven and breaking.
Ghost stands up and sighs. "You aren't doing anything. You're staying here."
"For real?" You frown up at him, pawing at your eyes angrily. The sight of him preparing to leave makes your stomach churn- the thought of being alone in this shed all night slinking into your mind. "I can't just sit here and do nothing-"
"That's exactly what you're gonna do. Get some rest, tonight." Ghost doesn't even give you the chance to argue, already pulling the door open. You gape at him from your chair with wet eyes. You see the way he lingers, see the way he considers stepping back inside, but his resolve remains firm. For just a brief moment, he turns to look at you from outside.
You sit on the chair, bringing your knees up to your chest. Sounds from all directions reach your waiting ears as you take a final glance at him.
"I'll be back in the morning." He offers. The door shuts, and darkness encases you.
Shrouded in pitch black, listening to the sound of his footsteps growing further and further away, you fear tears sting your eyes once more. All alone, you let them slip down your cheeks.
You'd never felt so alone.
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world's worst vampire
pairing: non-idol!vampire!hoshi x gn!reader
genre: vampire au. vaguely fluffy?
word count: 0.8k~
warnings: hosh feeding off of reader. blood mentions. reader calling hosh a dumbass at one point.
daisy's notes: what if hes just. <3
Soonyoung was probably the worst vampire in the goddamn world at being a vampire.
While he didn’t talk much about the circumstances leading to him being turned, Soonyoung sometimes wondered if it was worth it to be alive forever. He always went out on sunny days and forgot his umbrella (which usually net him a slight sunburn from having sensitive skin, and a massive loss of energy as he recovered), he’d forget to retract his fangs when he wasn’t feeding, and he even forgot to feed sometimes. Soonyoung was a busy man! He had too much to do! Too much he liked doing! Sometimes he just… forgot that food alone wasn’t enough to sustain him the way it used to, even after he’d lived this long.
Which was why he knew it was you who pounded at his door to try and get a response. Minutes later, he could hear the telltale chime of you entering into his apartment. He hadn’t responded to your messages in days, too fatigued to move more than necessary. His supply had run out, and he wasn’t going to see Jihoon until he came tonight with the next batch (why bother him while he was working? He could make it, he was fine). Soon enough, his bedroom door flew open, and you were making your way over to him. His skin was a little clammy, and he’d grown a little paler from the lack of nutrition, and he could see the frustration in your eyes as you looked him over.
With a sigh, you drew back your sleeve, thrusting your wrist into his face. Soonyoung just wrapped his cold fingers around it, drawing it in and pressing a kiss against where he was hyper-aware of your pulse.
“Drink.”
His eyes found yours in the low light. “I’ll be fine—”
“I said drink, dumbass, so I can be mad at you for not calling me when you’re better.”
Despite his lack of energy, Soonyoung pushed your wrist away. He pushed himself to sit up, fatigue settling into his bones too heavily.
“Soonyoung—”
“I don’t like drinking from your wrist,” he said quietly. “Can I…?”
With a sigh, you’d reached up to the buttons of your collar. You popped the top ones, loosening your collar as Soonyoung moved in. His nose brushed against your neck as you let your head fall back, giving him better access to the skin. He always would press a tiny kiss against your skin before sinking his fangs into you. You’d never understand why books and movies made this out to be hot and sexual: it hurt. Soonyoung’s venom would always numb it a little, like a mosquito, but you’d always feel lethargic and lightheaded from the loss of blood when he was done. You shut your eyes, though, and let him feed as he needed to.
Sooner than you thought, he’d pulled away, planting another kiss against his bite mark. “Thank you,” he murmured, pulling away. He’d always trace the tiny drops of blood that rose to the surface, licking them from his fingers as he watched the wound close itself up—another side effect of his bite. “Jihoon’s coming tonight. I’ll drink then.”
With a sigh, you slumped against him. “I don’t get why you don’t just call me.”
“Don’t wanna bother you,” he mumbled, pulling you in a little bit closer. He trailed his fingers down your arm, pressing another kiss against the side of your face. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”
“I don’t mind if you need it, Soonyoung.”
He knew that. He always knew that you (and Jun and Wonwoo…) were always a call away if he was starving and Jihoon couldn’t bring him blood in time. He didn’t need to torture himself, and yet he couldn’t help but feel guilty at doing it. He saw the way it affected other people. The way you’d always need to sleep a little afterward, or the way Wonwoo always seemed to get a little paler, yet insisted he was fine–that he just needed to drink something and maybe eat a light snack, too. He saw the way Jun didn’t hide the way it could hurt, too. Not in the way you did, expressions always carefully measured. Staying alive for him could mean hurting the ones he loved if his supply ran out, and he’d rather just deal with the lethargic feelings for a couple days than see that happen.
Soonyoung curled one hand around the back of your neck, the other supporting your back as he turned you over so you could lie down on your side. “It’s okay,” he murmured, stealing a kiss against your lips this time. “It’s my turn to take care of you. Let me get your snacks and then we can cuddle.”
Before he could pull away, you reached out, a hand cupping his cheek. He turned his face, pressing a kiss against your palm, and pulled away to begin the steps of taking care of you. And that meant pressing little chocolate snacks against your lips, teasing you gently before pulling you in to snuggle for a while. At least he would repay the favor like this.
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2023 Year In Review: Quick Hits
It has been...a year. I struggled a lot this year, lots going on in my real life and ending on a mixed bag, but there was a lot that kept me lifted and plenty of it was in and around QL. I legit don't have the energy for a long and intense write up, so some quick hits.
1. The People
So many of y'all, you know who you are, but I want to call out the loyal pod listeners, the whole clown squad (no tags, Fight Club rules) and extra-specially @the-conversation-pod team @ginnymoonbeam @lurkingshan and especially @bengiyo. You don't even know friend, but there's days you legit kept me going.
2. The Shows
There's so much I genuinely enjoyed this year, across the spectrum, and you'll get to hear more on that when we publish this year's VIIB Awards and Year In Review eps around the last week in January, but my personal top 5 this year in no specific order:
Our Sky 2 x Bad Buddy x A Tale Of Thousand Stars
Step By Step
What Did You Eat Yesterday 2
My School President
Moonlight Chicken
3. The Characters
I've said before I process a lot of my emotions through media. Here are the characters that resonated most this year:
Uncle Jim (Moonlight Chicken)
Ichijou Souta (Naked Dining)
Kaido Amane (If It's With You)
Cher (A Boss and A Babe)
Kawi (Be My Favourite)
4. The Moments
Most people don't know but I live in Rewind City, on 0.25x Speed Street. Here are some of the moments I watched on a loop this year.
P'Jeng and Nong Pat's first time, Step By Step (neck smelling drives me insane)
Chinzhilla performing 'Just Being Friendly' on the Hot Wave stage, My School President
Mon topping Sam, GAP The Series
Jim sniff kissing the fuck outta Wen and rocking his entire world, Moonlight Chicken
The chocolate kiss, Utsukushii Kare 2
Every time Ritsu pleasured Masumi without taking his eyes off his face, The End Of The World With You
Phupha finally making it right and giving Tian the mosquito net moment he should have given him all those years ago, OS 2 x 1000 Stars
Cher takes off Gun's shirt and just looks at him, A Boss and A Babe
King, Uea and the goddamn birthday cake, Bed Friend
Sailom and Namnuea's wedding, Wedding Plan Special
Hantae carrying Baram to the bedroom, Sing My Crush
The Big Damn Kiss, I Feel You Linger In The Air
Yamato and Kakeru intertwining fingers as Kakeru tells Yamato to keep liking him, I Cannot Reach You
Mhok and Day getting a little closer than necessary on SkyTrain, Last Twilight
5. The Messages
This year more than ever, I found myself gravitating toward shows centred around ideas of compassion, acceptance, bittersweetness and 'a soft epilogue'. I'm well out of the first flush of youth, and while it can be heartwarming to watch the younguns experience it all for the first time, lived experience makes romance DIFFERENT. There's something about having tried and failed and finding it in you to try again that just hits. Something about knowing yourself and feeling something you thought might be dead in you come alive again. Last love for me, every time.
Happy Holidays folks. Onto the next one.
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the hike.
dialogue prompts from the hike: a novel by drew magary.
this is a dream. this is not a physically possible situation.
it would take nothing to kill you. an infected mosquito could do it.
i had to see you one more time.
you haven't aged a day. literally.
any beer is good beer.
my favorite part of the party is when the party is over.
i wish i hadn't fucked up with you.
guys always get too serious too quickly, and they never realize it until it's too late.
sometimes the moment gets away from you, and that's it.
i need to use your phone.
i feel safest here, in my home.
i didn't forget my promise to you.
are you really not coming with me?
i'm getting used to disappointment.
i have to know now, regardless of how terrible it is.
i can't go back in there alone.
did i eat a bad mushroom or something?
how'd you get that scar?
people always say they're sorry. it does nothing for me.
well, fuck him. is that a better reaction?
it's okay. you don't have to say anything.
if you can't sail, you better be good at swimming.
you're not dead. that's pretty impressive.
i don't have to explain anything to you.
i'd shut my eyes tight, if i were you.
the last part of any journey is always the longest.
it's not much farther, i swear. you're doing really well.
look at you. you're as cute as a button.
tell me about them. your family.
it's okay to be glad it's all over. that you can finally move on with your life.
you need to make me a promise, you whiny baby.
don't give up, no matter how long it takes. no matter what it takes for you to keep going. promise me you won't stop.
you're assuming there's a reason behind all of this.
that's completely unrealistic, anatomically speaking.
i need to be in a constant state of awareness.
even if you think i'm sleeping, i'm not. i'm saving my energy.
fighting is the most exhausting thing in the world.
i don't know what they do in there, and i don't want to know.
where did you come from? who are your parents?
when you're happy, you don't question how that came to be.
horses are for rich girls and old men.
i would wear pajamas to a funeral.
just come here for a second. let me hug you.
i have doubts every second, but all i can do is move forward.
you won't always be alone. you'll have company.
you can adjust to anything if you're willing to live on.
stay where you are and hold on, because i will come back.
that happened, didn't it?
if i die, you can eat me. it's alright. but you can't start eating me before i'm dead.
don't joke about that. bad ideas always start out as bad jokes.
just because god loves you doesn't mean he can save you from suffering.
we have homes so that we can leave them.
i'm not quite dead yet.
mathematics are the language of the devil.
it's not a prayer if you don't mean it.
the world changes, but people act the way people always do.
what i want hasn't mattered for a long time now.
i don't want to be around long enough to disappoint you.
it's love. love doesn't require an explanation.
the only reason i'm still alive is out of sheer habit.
half the people who survive don't know how or why they did it. i know i don't.
you can get away with anything if you just say you did it with honor.
i've gotten good at being alone again.
you're like a bad yearbook photo come to life.
wisdom is so terribly overrated.
you can't go back. you know too much now.
i'll stay here forever with you, if that's how much time you need.
everyone needs to have something inside them that no one else can have.
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𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐱-𝐨𝐧𝐞 —
a call of duty: modern warfare fanfiction
➼ characters: Kate Laswell, Luna Ursi (oc)
➼ summary: : Luna gets recruited in what appears to be another risky mission to stop Hassan Zayani.
➼ a/n: this is just a small fic to introduce the way Luna got into this mess, and also how she’s going to meet Alejandro for the first time hihihiiii (traduction of french dialogues at the end btw)
➼ word count: 1,9k
part i
The weight on her shoulders never seemed to fade. From the moment she wakes up to the time she lets her mind drift to sleep, it was a constant pain.
Her entire life gravitated around work and it controlled most of it. The people she knew, the places she’s been to and the emotions she felt were mainly caused by her status as a Lieutenant.
Luna had learned to live with it, but her body was certainly scarred by the pressure.
Her work with Bravo team at the embassy had drastically changed her life and the way she saw her duties. Nothing was right or wrong, anymore.
When the lieutenant arrived home, around noon, just after her morning shift, she couldn’t help but be exhausted. She lazily dropped the keys on the counter, followed by her bag. Her boots stained the ground when she made her way to a more open and bright area of the house, searching for her mother.
When she hears faint chatter in the garden, her curiosity gets the best of her. Her mother wasn’t one for visitors. She certainly liked the peace and quiet that her retirement allowed her. But the other voice was familiar. Almost too familiar.
“Maman?”
It took her mother several seconds before answering her pleas.
“On est en arrière, viens nous rejoindre, Luna.” *
She was soft-spoken, which hurried the cop to take herself outside and find out what this was about.
“Une vieille amie est venue te rendre visite.” **
An old friend coming to visit? If there was something she tried to distance herself from as much as possible it was friends from work. Keeping her family a secret was very important for the girl considering the circumstances she might put herself into.
Luna didn’t bother to take off her paraphernalia before carefully stepping out the back door, to see her mother sipping the delicate green drink she had made for her guest and herself.
Unfortunately, she immediately recognizes the supposed old friend sitting in front of her parent. Her blonde hair tightly tied in a bun betrayed the seriousness of this lady’s presence in her house.
Luna stopped in her tracks, planting her gaze on the woman.
“Ursi. How’s it going?”
Kate Laswell was sharing a drink with her mother and, at this moment, there was nothing Luna hated more than to see the innocent figure of a family member facing a direct threat to their safety.
“What are you doing here?” She sharply asks, not giving into this warm act.
Laswell was no idiot. Sensing the hostility in her voice, her lips escaped a chuckle before she rested one arm against the back of her chair. “Do you mind if we head inside and chat?”
She turned her attention back to Luna’s mother, standing up and leaning towards the table with a complicit look like they had known each other for years. “It’s a little hot out here, and these mosquitoes are eating me alive.”
Luna, arms crossed, was silent, admiring the audacity of the station chief to invite herself into her house, with an irritated expression.
Smirking, Laswell left the small wooden table before stepping down the patio. “Excuse us, Mrs. Ursi.”
She joins Luna’s side, a hand around the glass she drank from before.
“Nice meeting you, Mrs. Laswell.” The retired mother says, contemplating her girl and the woman beside her, totally unaware of what her presence could mean.
“Oh, please. Call me Kate.”
Another wider smile arbored her mouth, before she took a look at Luna, and made her way into the house.
The operator shook her head in disbelief, clearly showing her discomfort in having her in their home. Her mother was a gentle soul and understood how important her daughter’s duties were. But Luna had never talked about Kate Laswell, and there was a reason for this behaviour.
After a few exchanges with her mother, Luna followed the woman, sliding the transparent door behind her to isolate the two of them. The last thing she wanted was for her mother to eavesdrop on their conversation.
She took the time to remove her first layer of clothes, only left with her thermal fleece and cargo pants, before facing whatever news she had been dreading since Laswell had reappeared in her life.
“So, Kate, something you wanted to talk to me about?”
The woman turned around, facing Luna this time. The usual chuckle made its way out of her mouth before she set her drink aside and took another seat.
“I need an experienced driver.”
The words couldn’t help but make Luna forcingly smile.
“Someone with a clean sheet, who’s used to discretion and can easily navigate dangerous roads. You’re the best for what’s about to happen.”
Still silent, the operator looks down with a sigh. Her demand was so predictable so why was she so vexed?
“How’s your Spanish?”
“You’re wasting your breath.” Luna cut Kate off, a hand on the sofa in front of her. Her crisped muscles tightly gripped the fabric.
“And most importantly, my time.”
Of course, Laswell knew if she wanted her help, it would take more than just asking. The last mission had left scars on Luna and it was not an easy task to make her remember and reenlist her into the same kind of thing. But Laswell had her ways and was more than determined.
“I’m done with all of this,” Luna explained, with a hint of remorse.
Laswell readjusted herself on the seat, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her thighs. “Listen, this is an off-the-books kind of job.”
“Well, thanks but no thanks. I’ve got a life here.”
“Oh, absolutely.” The woman responds, perfectly understanding her situation. “But you’re what I need. I need your expertise.”
Aware of her capacities, Luna had no problem humbling herself, knowing there were tons of other operators capable of whatever Kate was asking her to do.
“You don’t need my expertise, you need manpower.”
Decided to make her understand the seriousness of the current situation, Laswell decides to drop a bomb.
“Hassan has resurfaced.”
This name.
She hadn’t heard it in years. It made her blood boil. Luna’s knuckles were white from holding so tightly onto the seat, nails almost digging through. Her eyes went from left to right, searching for answers, questions flowing through her mind.
“I thought Al-Qatala was done for.”
On a more serious note, Laswell sat back up, rubbing her hands together. “It’s not only Al-Qatala. It’s getting bigger, Luna.”
“Where is he?”
“He passed the Mexican border, with the help of the cartel.”
A curse escaped her lips. Her unit had fought so hard for him to not get through when he first tried the Canadian border and now the cartel had successfully smuggled the man, actively roaming around the United States.
“This is serious. We’re talking about Russian-provided ballistic missiles, here.”
A careful hand made its way through a small brown purse on the ground, grabbing out a bunch of files and sealed documents.
“I need your expertise. I don’t need manpower. I have enough manpower.”
She followed her words by spreading the documents on the table in front of her, revealing pictures and lines of confidential information on different assets and military personnel.
Luna hesitated, knowing her curiosity would get the best of her. She made her way around the sofa, biting her tongue before grabbing the documents and sitting down in front of the other woman. Her hand slowly wandered through the papers, quickly reading the pieces of information, the names. Some she had heard of, some which were more than familiar and some she hadn’t ever stumbled upon.
“Price is still in on it? Garrick?”
“And Farah.”
It’s almost like hearing her teammates’ names awoke the girl. This strange boost of adrenaline she felt every time they had fought side by side got her heart pumping. She remembered the numerous times they risked their lives for one another. Especially Farah. She had risked so much to save her people and Luna couldn’t have wished for a better leader.
She couldn’t possibly let her down once more.
Luna drops the papers, before rubbing her face with both hands and letting herself fall back against the sofa.
“I have seen you handle yourself under pressure, Luna.” Laswell’s words drew her attention back to the task at hand. “And when people needed you, in order to survive, you showed up.”
Her chest followed the long breaths Luna took, while listening to the station chief. She remembered the raid, the embassy, and the complicated missions she had gone through in 2019. It had been torture to try and not think about these events, every single day.
But knowing they were bound to occur once more was even more insufferable.
She had to help.
Luna took a second to herself, reevaluating her choices and the responsibilities she would have to endorse by accepting this job.
But she certainly wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she let something catastrophic happen. With a long exhale she readjusted herself on the sofa, ready to accept the task at hand.
“Where do you need me?”
The operator leaned forward, forcing eye contact with her superior, making her understand she was on board with the operation. Obviously, it meant compromises. But Laswell knew her way around these kinds of agreements.
“I need you in a cargo plane with Sergeant MacTavish and Lieutenant Riley for Las Almas.”
Luna got up and quickly glanced towards the window on her right where she could see her mother. She was peacefully reading, with her small glasses on, naively enjoying her day.
If this mission meant avoiding another catastrophe and protecting the ones she loved, she was prepared for anything.
Despite being reluctant to work with Price since the last task, which made her grandly question his work methods, she liked to think she could make a difference by returning to the field.
“What’s waiting for us there?”
Kate shows a warm and inviting smile, discerning the same determined ounce in Luna’s voice that she had heard three years ago.
“You’ll be greeted by Colonel Alejandro Vargas of the Mexican special forces. They’ll help you guys capture Zyani who’s possibly hiding in a cartel hideout.”
This unknown name immediately sparked Luna’s curiosity.
“Colonel Vargas? Is he to be trusted?”
“I fully support the men that will help you interrogate Hassan. Their hearts are in the right place.”
As much as Kate knew who to trust, most of the time, Luna couldn’t help but have her doubts about the special forces. Most of the ground forces over at Las Almas had been corrupted.
At least, that’s what she heard.
Laswell followed the operator’s lead, getting up as well and rearranging her documents, before adding a commentary on a more playful note. “I knew I could win you over.”
Luna chuckled, directing herself towards the front door where she had entered earlier, opening it widely to invite the guest to finally leave.
“Of course, you did.”
Laswell made her way to the door, now standing in front of her entry. She then held out her hand to the other woman, hopeful that she’d return the favour.
Despite the animosity, Luna took it, firmly shaking her hand with the corner of her lips twirled into a smile she couldn’t hide anymore. “Do not try to win over my mother, again.”
Kate scoffed, glad, in a sense, that she had the pleasure of talking to her friend again. Both already apprehending the challenges they would have to face in their quest to apprehend Hassan and his many allies.
“Glad you’re back, Six-One.”
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traduction:
* “On est en arrière, viens nous rejoindre, Luna.” -> “We’re in the back, come join us, Luna.”
** “Une vieille amie est venue te rendre visite.” -> “An old friend came to see you.”
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#i am stressed about revealing this first mw fic#im actually so excited to get into this#i swear I won’t write one fic and forget about this au this time#bare with me#and my writing skills#i can’t wait for Alejandro and her to meet#have this in the meantime#please tell me if you ever want to be removed or added to the tag list#my fics#oc: luna ursi [cod]#alejandro vargas x oc#cod mw oc#cod mw#cod mw fanfiction#kate laswell#cod laswell#sierra six series
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It's weird living in apocalyptic nightmare cause you'll think/say stuff like "the smoke from the wildfires looks so pretty tonight"
only you can't really say we are living in an apocalyptic nightmare yet.
no, this is the very beginning. the apocalyptic nightmare will come when we're 50 and instead of buying a new ford to take our kids for their first big hike up the mountains, we'll be rationing water and never going out without a gas mask. There won't be fuel for cars, so road trips will be a distant memory. having constant electricity in your house will be a luxury, especially if you live somewhere without enough sunlight for solar panels to be useable. all these boring dudes on dating apps whose sole hobby is "travelling" will have to find a new hobby because good luck affording that. The only wildlife you will ever see will be roaches and mosquitoes. And the rich assholes who have caused this will have gardens and pools and fresh fruit and those fancy desks that go up and down using electricity. And you and I, who now chose to ignore that future most of the time, even though we see what's happening, we keep consumming the rich asshole's products. new phone, new phonecase, coffee from the coffe shop three times a week, cute little keychain from japan wrapped in five different plastics, more and more and more clothes, taking the car when we can walk, travelling to some new fancy destination every summer, going fucking island hoping to relax, buying and wasting more and more and more because we will never choose to be uncomfortable and restrain ourselves before it's too late. Also we're too inflexible to save ourselves. The non-profit research center my father works at forces all their employees to drive 1 hour to work every morning, when most of them do nothing but work on a pc alone all day and did so much more efficiently when working from home was a thing. No, we have to waste fuel. All the european innovation programs my dad has to be a part of and attend the meetings of? They require him and hundreds of others to fly around europe as often as every other month, when these are meetings they could've had through fucking skype.
I have saved multiple pictures from the local wildfires of the past few days because yes they are really fucking pretty and they remind me of the tortoises and the foxes and the goats getting fucking burned alive. But wildfires are very low on the scale of problems we have right now. Have a nice day injesting plastics and pesticides. Don't forget to eat more soy products so we get rid of the amazon forest faster. Oh and nobody has gotten rid of their nuclear weapons by the way hahaha there's no hope.
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Hello! I’m going to one of the MCR shows in Brisbane and i was wondering if you could give me some info on the venue/etiquette over there (I’m from Puerto Rico). Do you know if they’ll do the wristband system for GA or if you’ll have to queue all day? Are pits particularly rowdy or anything like that? I’m so excited to go to Australia for the first time! Any tips on what to do/eat would also be welcomed 😅 thanks!
heyy!! sorry this took a while for me to get to, i wanted to give you a decent answer. first of all, that's really exciting that you're coming from pr!!!! hope you enjoy your trip <333
okay so you didn't specifically ask this but just as a general heads up because i worry about it - one thing for i know for sure is that overnight camping at this venue is strictly prohibited. it's also not actually possible at all, because the venue is in a large gated-off area that's locked at night and borders/is surrounded by swampy wilderness lol. so as a heads up to anyone attending the brisbane show, please please do not camp overnight it's not only illegal but very unsafe. you'll also literally be eaten alive by bugs lol it's a huge mosquito breeding ground. i promise you'll regret it lmaooo.
okay the rest of the answer is under a cut bc it got rambly lol sorry. but if anyone else is travelling to brisvegas 🤘🤘 for the show/s, here's a little crash course for you if you want lol
so to answer your original question, i highly doubt there'll be any kind of wristband system organised by the venue tbh, i've just never heard about a precedent for that here (though i haven't been to this particular venue since before covid so i guess i could be wrong). their website says you can queue "outside the turnstiles" on the day, so i think it'll just be down to who shows up tbh! also as a reminder, the venue is kind of out of the way and there isn't much in the way of food/water nearby to purchase so if you do do that, come prepared! and bring plenty of sunscreen and probably insect repellent. remember it will almost definitely still be quite hot in march down here. i'm not really expecting a very serious queue myself - i'm thinking there'll be maybe a dozen or two dedicated people who show up in the morning at most, and the rest won't show up until maybe a few hours in advance. i could be wrong though!! i'm personally not planning on getting up really early, i'd rather be rested for the show. maybe late morning? who knows i might change my mind
it's also not exactly the easiest venue to get to by public transport lol, your best bet is the nearby train station (boondall station). but on the plus side it's close to the airport!
as for pit rowdiness, it's really hard to say, i reckon it just varies from show to show. i'm honestly really curious myself as to what the crowds will be like because from what i can tell mcr aren't really as popular over here in general as they are in america/the uk (not so sure about europe). i already know a couple of people who are going who don't actually know much of their music they were just like oh huh mcr, i remember them LOL. for reference there are two shows in each city, one that was announced in 2019 and one that was added the second or third time they rescheduled, and in every city that second show still hasn't sold out. so i don't thiiiink the pit will be very rowdy at these particular shows, no. but same as always - if you're worried, just avoid standing front and centre!
as for what to do/eat - now this really depends on where you're staying and how long you're staying for! the best place for that kind of stuff is obvs around the centre of brisbane, whereas the mcr venue, like i said, is pretty close to the airport. if you want to really see brisbane and eat out in nicer restaurants/bars, southbank (most tourist-friendly place, accessible and genuinely nice to wander around along the river), the fortitude valley (which is also the nightlife district and chinatown), and west end (pretty heavily gentrified 'hip' youth area - lots of vegan food and brunch places, farmer's markets and the like) are probably your best bets, though not the cheapest. brisbane does actually have a good foodie culture so there's plenty around - it's hard to go wrong with asian food here thanks to australia's pretty high asian population! if your budget is smaller than that - dude trust me. go to any brumby's bakery or to any pie face and get a proper meat pie. and a lamington while you're at it.
if your stay is short and you just want to find cheaper accommodation close to the airport, honestly the aforementioned swampy wilderness that the entertainment centre is in is part of a national park (boondall wetlands environment centre) that's quite nice to walk around if you're into that kind of thing! it's a mangrove system which is a really fascinating ecosystem if you haven't seen them (though i think pr has plenty lol), lots of native birds and shit. the nearby suburbs of sandgate and shorncliffe are a great place for some classic fish and chips and to walk along/sit by the water (though don't get excited, they're not a 'real' aussie beach, it's a sheltered bay so the water is flat and the sand is brown).
depending how long you're staying and whether you'll have a car, there are lots of very beautiful "real" beaches surrounding brisbane an hour or two in either direction - the gold coast to the south is for the touristy ones (good if you like shopping/nightlife, more accessible by public transport), and the sunshine coast to the north is quieter and prettier. there's also lots of nice hiking trails around if you're into that but you would need a car.
anyway. sorry this is long, i hope i answered your question!! you're welcome to dm me if you want specific clarification on anything :)))
#i'm lowkey expecting the crowd to be a mixture of like. older 'nostalgia' fans and younger tiktok teens#obvs not entirely but i'm Guessing that'll be the main demographic tbh. but i'm very interested to see if i'm actually right about that lol#answered#aus tour
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My Top Three Hardest Days on the Trail
Kathleen ‘Token’ Neves was one of the PCTA’s P3 hikers in 2018. Kathleen tells me that the 3 ‘p’s stand for PROTECT, PRESERVE, and PROMOTE. “As a P3 Hiker, I acted as an ambassador for the trail along my thru-hike and helped represent the PCTA,” Kathleen continued.
In her other life, she has been an avid yoga teacher in the Seattle area for many years. “It was through yoga where I discovered my real passion for hiking. It started with my first Rim to Rim hike in the Grand Canyon. Next thing I know, on the plane ride home, I decided I wanted to hike the PCT,” Kathleen continued. You can see her entire blog at http://www.kathleenlovesyoga.com/
Kathleen has a piece included in Crossing Paths: A Pacific Crest Trailside Reader.
I’ve had numerous amazing experiences out here and I’ve had some not-so-amazing experiences. As with off-trail life, you have your good days and your bad days. On social media, it’s common for people to only talk about the good stuff they experience on the PCT – beautiful sunrises/sunsets, epic tentsites, the incredible views, other cool hikers, tasty food on trail/in town or trail magic along the way. But what about the not so good stuff?
When you hike 15-20+ miles a day for over four months, bad days are inevitable. When sharing my PCT thru-hiking experience, I think it’s important to talk about it all – the good, the bad and the really tough days. Since starting my PCT thru-hike back in April, three really tough days stand out as my absolute hardest out here so far.
When most PCT thru-hikers take the alternate 17 mile route to Mount Whitney, they camp the night before at either the Crabtree Meadow Ranger Station or Guitar Lake and slack pack up to Whitney, bringing only water and snacks with them to the top and leave the rest of their belongings at camp. After hiking up to Whitney, they come back down, breakdown camp and head back to the PCT.
My trail family didn’t do that. Instead, we brought all of our stuff up with us to the junction of Whitney and the Whitney Portal. We left our packs at the junction, hiked up the 1.9 miles to Whitney and then came back to the junction to retrieve our packs. Then instead of going back down the way we came like most other PCT hikers, we went up, over and down the Whitney Portal towards Lone Pine.
Coming down the Whitney Portal was brutal. There was ice to cross over multiple times – I was the only one in the group who had microspikes. There were 99 switchbacks to navigate down. It was the longest 8 miles I’ve ever had to hike. Since we had such a long day, we didn’t take many breaks and hardly ate any food. Hiking up Whitney was hard enough, but coming down was even harder. I had two breakdowns – one when I reached the top of Whitney and one coming down the portal after I realized we still had another five miles to go.
The silver lining in the day was knowing there was a McDonalds in Lone Pine we could have dinner at. Once I meal planned in my head what I’d eat when we got there, I was able to stop crying and focus on getting myself down those last five miles. Seriously, it was McDonalds that saved the day and got me off that mountain. Now whenever I think of Mount Whitney, the first thing that comes to mind is, “Never Again!”
Tough Day #2: Day 63 – Bear Ridge Trail to VVR (in the dark)
My second hardest day on trail was on my sixth day of being in the High Sierra all alone. I ended up hiking 25.8 miles on this day, making it the most physically challenging day in the Sierra section so far.
Mentally, it was hard because quite frankly, I was tired, dirty and lonely. I had spent the last week all by myself hiking up and down multiple passes, having to cross snowfields on most of them. I hadn’t had a shower in six days, ran out of clean clothes, had run out of DEET and was being eaten alive by mosquitoes, had to ford multiple creeks and rivers all by myself, was lonely from having to camp by myself each night and hadn’t had cell service so couldn’t let my friends and family know of my whereabouts. On top of it all, I knew I still had one more pass to make it over and one more big river to ford before heading off trail for a Zero Day.
Even though I had seen some of the most amazingly beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen in my life, I was ready to get off trail for a day, talk to other people and eat food that didn’t require boiling water to cook.
I hit the junction for the Bear Ridge Trail at around 7pm. The sun was starting to go down, but I decided to take my chances and keep going. I figured if it got too dark, I’d meet up with the other hikers and camp with them.
It got dark quickly, especially in the forested areas on the trail. I picked up my hiking pace, got my headlamp out, turned it on and made a deal with myself – I’d stop at the first tent I saw on trail and camp for the night.
As soon as I turned on my headlamp and started hiking again, I slipped on a rock, fell to my chest and snapped one of my trekking poles in half. I was sad about my trekking pole, but realized the trekking pole had stopped me from sliding face first into a tree. I got up, dusted myself off and kept going down the trail.
I never did see anyone camped along the trail as I hiked down. I don’t know what was more scary – hiking in the dark by myself or realizing I was the only person hiking the trail, in the dark! I made it down to the trailhead well after dark.
Down the 2.5 mile road walk in the pitch dark black I went. I was so creeped out, I started playing music outloud on my phone, in hopes of scaring any animals away. I kept thinking something was behind me, but it was only the full moon shining on everything in its path.
After hiking over 25 miles for the day, at around 10:30, I walked into VVR. I was immediately greeted by a group of other hikers gathered around a campfire. They introduced themselves, showed me where the flushed toilets were, where I could set up my tent and let me know when and where breakfast would be in the morning. I was so relieved this day was finally over, I cried at the campfire in front of the other hikers. I was so exhausted, I didn’t even care. The tough day was now behind me.
Tough Day #3: Day 127 – Goat Rocks to White Pass Reroute
Goat Rocks was a section of the PCT I had been looking forward to doing. I’d seen countless pictures of other PCT hikers on this section and was excited to see the views with my own eyes.
The day before doing the Goat Rocks section, it had been overcast and the clouds above looked like they might bring rain. Grit and I made a collective decision to camp down low in a forested area so we’d have some protection, just in case it rained. Our decision was a good one because it was cold and rained all night. In the morning, there was still plenty of fog, but the sun was peeping out in spots. We took our chances, packed up camp and headed up the mountain.
As I climbed closer to the top, I had two pretty decently sized snowfields to cross. Even though the fog was thick all around me, I could still manage to see the pretty steep drop off below me. One slip, one fall and it would be a slick and steep ride down.
After the snowfields, I had to make a decision – stay on the PCT (the stock route) or take the Old Snowy route where I’d have to scramble my way to the top to see the epic views along the knife edge portion of the mountain. Since I was surrounded by fog, I stayed on the PCT. Turns out the PCT was quite challenging. The rocks were slick and it was still a long way down if I were to slip.
I’m not afraid of heights, but hiking Goat Rocks made me feel like I was. Sometimes the fog would open up just to let enough sunlight in and show me how high I was and how steep of a drop it was on the way down. This entire section of the trail was covered in loose rocks and had numerous steep ups and steep downs. It was incredibly cold and windy up there. I had to keep moving in order to keep my body temperature up and the shivers at bay. Half way through this section, about two miles in, I was ready for my hiking for the day to be over.
At the bottom of Goat Rocks, the PCT was closed due to multiple wildfires in the area. We were then rerouted on another series of trails coming down from Goat Rocks and into White Pass. Since it was a reroute on multiple trails, no one seemed to know exactly how long the reroute was or what the elevation gain/loss might be. A couple SoBos had told us the night before that the reroute would mainly be all down for us heading north. They were wrong. Very wrong.
For the first mile, the reroute did head down. After we passed the first campsite on the trail, we started to climb. The first climb was steep and long. Parts of the trail were crumbly with loose rock and most of this section was exposed in the hot sun. Once I made my way to the top, caught my breath and said a few choice words, I could see the two wildfires burning nearby. I could also see back to Goat Rocks. The fog had lifted completely. It was now clear blue, sunny skies over the entire section. I was so bummed. I’d been robbed of the views I’d been looking forward to seeing. I had to keep moving north if I wanted to get into town that night.
A couple hours into the reroute, I became hellbent on making it into town that evening. I was tired, dirty, thirsty and hungry. I didn’t want to spend another night on trail, especially this hellacious reroute. So I kicked it in high gear and went as fast as I could, not stopping for breaks or to filter/refill my water. Since I had no idea how long the reroute was to town, it felt like the trail was never going to end. I’d climb up to the top of something and then down the other side, through several densely forested areas, having to climb up and down and up again.
At one point, I could start to hear a nearby highway. I got excited because I knew I must have been getting close to the end. At this time, it was also starting to get dark out. Soon I’d have to get my headlamp out to see and if I got to the highway too late, no one would stop to pick me up and give me a ride into town.
I saw a forest boundary line, getting even more excited about how close I must be getting to the end until I saw the fast moving creek right after the sign. My heart sank. It was like the Universe was testing me to see how bad I wanted to go into town that evening. There was no bridge going over the creek. It was starting to get pretty dark and the wind had picked up. There was a sketchy log that went halfway across the creek, but I didn’t feel comfortable enough crossing over the log and jumping off to the other side with my pack on. Desperate to get into town, I sat down on the rocks, took my shoes off, pulled my leggings up to my knees and walked my ass across the creek. Since it was getting dark, it was hard to see just how deep the creek was where I was crossing it. Halfway across, I fell into the creek up to my thighs, getting my leggings soaked in the cold water.
As soon I got across to the other side and out of the water, I didn’t have time to wipe my feet off. I stuffed my wet feet into my dry socks and shoes and moved my soaked leggings all the way down my legs. I got my headlamp out and scrambled my way on down the trail towards the highway. Only the trail didn’t go down. It was a steep half-mile climb up towards the road.
By the time I got to the highway, I was shivering, out of breath and the sun had set, making it dark out. I watched as the occasional car sped up and down the mountain highway. It would be a three mile road walk up into town. There wasn’t a big enough shoulder to walk along the highway safely in the dark. The chances of someone seeing me hitching on the highway or picking me up for that matter were slim to none. Feeling defeated, I could feel the tears form in my eyes as I slowly walked back down the trail.
My only option at this point was to pitch my tent somewhere along the trail so I could get back up to the highway first thing in the morning and hopefully get a hitch into town. Since the trail was such a steep incline, there wasn’t a flat spot to camp at close to the highway. The flattest spot available would be literally right on trail.
As I started to take my tent out of my pack, I saw a set of headlights from the highway. A car had pulled over to the side of the road! Desperate, I left my pack and tent and ran up to the highway with my headlamp still on. When I reached the highway, I saw the car on the side of the road, but was too scared to approach it. Instead, I turned my back to the car and pretended to read the fire closure notices at the trailhead.
“Are you hiking the PCT?” asked the male voice coming from the car. I smiled, turned around and screamed, “Yes!”
“Do you want a ride into town?”
“I’d LOVE a ride! Let me go grab my stuff.”
I ran down the trail, stuffed my tent back into my pack, threw my pack on my back and ran towards the car. In normal situations, I’d be more cautious by getting a good look at the driver before hopping in for a hitch, but I figured nothing could be worse than having to sleep on a slope, in the middle of the trail, in my tent, on a cold night with wet leggings. Town was only three miles away!
Luckily for me, the hitch turned out to be harmless. He was getting ready to start his section hike from White Pass to Trout Lake – and he was from Seattle. What are the odds?
As we drove up the highway, I gave him detailed scoop about the reroute, in-between thanking him repeatedly for giving me a ride into town.
He dropped me off at the Kracker Barrel, the town’s local convenience store/gas station where I thanked him one more time and said goodbye. Kracker Barrel was closed for the evening so I walked behind the building, ready to set up my tent at the first safe place I could find. As I looked at the back of the building, to my right I could see the lit up sign on the building next door that said, “Lodging” After the day I had, I would have paid anything for a room for the night.
I immediately walked next door and rented a room for the evening. In this magical and well-earned room, I would take a warm shower, soak my feet in Epsom salt, heat up one of my hiker trash meals in the room’s microwave and eat candy in a warm, clean bed while I watched “Purple Rain” on TV until 2:30 in the morning. A perfect ending to an incredibly tough day.
Tags: Bear Ridge VVR Vermillion Valley Resort Mt. Whitney Whitney Portal Goat Rocks White Pass
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Muppets Movie and Muppets Most Wanted quotes
Félix: Enough! Just because I have a terrifying name and an evil English accent, does not preclude the fact that, in my heart, I am a Akuma, not an Ikuma! Looks like it's I who will have the last laugh!
Gabriel: What does that mean?
Félix: It's an idiom, you idiot, because you cannot laugh! Ha ha! *Pushes Gabriel off the roof and he lands on the ground with a thud* Oopsie. *Laughs maniacally* Now that's a maniacal laugh for you!
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Ismael: Welcome to this week's edition of "Everything Stinks"! *the others pull him offscreen with a hooked cane, Vaudeville style*
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*When the lights turn back on, Alya and Nino are caught making out*
Adrien: Ahem. *The couple stop kissing and turn to see everyone staring at them*
Nino: Oh! *He and Alya start doing vocal warmups to cover up their act* La la la la la la la...
Alya: Mee mee mee mee mee...
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Adrien: What? You kidnapped Jack Black? That's illegal!
Cosette: But Adrien, what's more illegal: briefly inconveniencing Jack Black, or destroying the Akumas?
Adrien: Kidnapping Jack Black, Cosette!
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Austin A: I always dreamed we'd be back here.
Austin B: Dreams? Those were nightmares!
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Ivan: How come you didn't use me in the montage? I thought my story was pretty interesting.
*Flashback to Ivan who’s asleep in a hammock. The others look awkward for a moment before Adrien wakes him up*
Adrien: Ivan?
Ivan: Huh?
Adrien: You wanna get back together?
Ivan: Okay.
*End Flashback*
Ivan: Heh heh. Classic.
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(Louis) Blonde kid from Zombizou: Sorry, Kurtzberg. But you've been replaced... Permanently!
Nathaniel: Oh, yeah?
Louis: Yeah!
Nathaniel: I don't think so, blondie!
Louis: Who are you calling 'blondie', red?
Nathaniel: Oh, look! A paint and sip!
Louis: *Looks away* Where?
Nathaniel: HIYA! *Knocks out Louis* There's only room for one artist in this show. And that's me!
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Marc: Hello.
Ismael: Hello.
Simon: Hello.
Jean: Mee-Meep. *sees an ax in his own hands, freaks out a bit while getting rid of it to grab a hairdryer* Mee-Meep.
Simon/Marc/Ismael/Jean: Hello~
Gabriel: *Tied to a barber’s chair* Oh, God! It’s a barber shop quartet!
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Ismael: *singing* An Albino.
Marc: *singing* A Mosquito.
Jean: *singing* Mee-mee-mee-mo.
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Ismael: *after punching Adrien* That's my trigger word, too!
Denise: Ismael, we talked about this on Tuesday.
Ismael: Tuesday's another one of my TRIGGER WORDS! *punches Marc*
Denise: I DON'T THINK SO! *punches Ismael*
*It soon leads to a full on brawl between the classmates*
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Chloé’s Receptionist: Miss Bourgeois?
Chloé: *as she's eating a doughnut* What? Can't you see that I'm busy?
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Austin A: Now, this contract is 100 percent iron-clad, with one minor exception: if the Akumas can raise the $10 million it would cost to buy the building before this contract expires, then they get their studio back.
Austin Q: You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were reciting some sort of an important plot point.
Austin A: Well, I hope so; otherwise I just bored the audience half to death.
Austin B: You mean half the audience is still alive?
*The Austins laugh*
Austin A: It's nice doing business with you.
Austin T: Yes, sir. Come on.
Austin B: Good-bye.
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Aurore: Kim, what are you doing here?
Kim: ...Acting... Naturaaaal.
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Felix: My name will go down as the greatest thief of all time!
Lili: You mean our names, right?
Felix: Of course. My name first, then spacebar, spacebar, spacebar... your name.
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Kim: I knew.
Adrien: … Kim knew?… You mean all this time I've been trapped in a Russian Gulag, no one, not one single person from the Akumas, except Kim, noticed I'd been replaced by an evil criminal mastermind?
Alya: It sounds worse than it was...
Max: No, it's as bad as it sounds.
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Aurore: Just do what I do. Imagine the audience naked.
Mireille: Wha?…*Goes out on stage* Uh… Haha. You are all naked!… Uh… Well, sorta.
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Nathaniel: Nathaniel Kurtzberg. *holds up a sketchbook* Artist.
Louis: Louis Secousse. *holds up a bigger sketchbook* Better Artist.
Nathaniel: This is my travel sketchbook. *holds up a larger sketchbook* Here's my real sketchbook.
Louis: You must have been looking at the wrong sketchbook. *opens up his coat and his shirt, revealing an enormous sketchbook underneath*
*Looking defeated, Nathaniel leaves and then comes back wheeling in a massive sketchbook*
Nathaniel: You were saying?
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Dominic: International Tour Manager. *presents his business card*
Kim: "Dominic Bad Guy"?
Dominic Badguy: “Bad-gee". It's French.
Akumas: Ooh!/That makes sense/We’re French, we should know this.
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Max: TWO Adriens?... Well, that explains a lot.
Cosette: I knew no one could have a cold for that long.
Zoé: Or have that cheesy an accent, okay.
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Cosette: *holds up a photo of Felix* Check this out! *covers the hair* Aah?
Jean: Oh, look, it's Adrien!
Cosette: *uncovers the hair* Ha!
Jean: *shrieks* What did you do with Adrien?!
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Kim/Nino: *after they discover “Adrien's” true identity, they scream in horror* We gotta get outta here!
*But as they attempt to leave, Felix is right in front of them*
Felix: Not so fast...
Kim: Where's Adrien?!
Nino: Wh-wh-what do you want?
Felix: You have spun your last record, DJ.
*He prepares to attack them karate style. But then Ivan drops down on Felix from above*
Ivan: Gotcha!
Nino: Ivan! Good shot!
Ivan: Thank you.
—
Austin A: Do you guys think that Duparc’s been acting a little weird lately?
Austin T: That's ridiculous! He's never been so caring and devoted to me!
Austin A: Yeah, that's what we are saying!
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Louis: They didn't!
Nathaniel: No they didn't!
Louis: There's no way they did a crime!
Nathaniel: They couldn't, they're too stupid!
Louis: They're not criminal masterminds!
Nathaniel: They may not know who did it, but we know they didn't do it!
Nathaniel/Louis: So we know who didn't do it, we know who didn't do it!
Louis: They're incapable of being culpable!
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@utmalumpluvia sent: ❛ i’m glad to have met you. ❜ daverino
It’s a gorgeous day today. A little overcast, just how Klaus likes it, but still warm enough for him to unbutton his shirt and feel the fresh dirt beneath his bare feet. He knocks into Dave with childish glee as they walk side by side, bony elbows jutting playfully against the other’s rib cage. He’s not sure where they are, exactly, but he likes it. It’s peaceful. And very quiet, he notices.
They never really experienced this kind of quiet, in all the time they’ve known each other. Back then, even when the night was free of earth-shattering grenades and the sickening squelch of bullets ripping through flesh, the heavy night air was always alive. Full of snakes in the grass, buzzing locusts and mosquitos ready to eat them alive, the perpetual stirring of those soldiers who slept with their boots on and fidgeted with their flickering lighters in the dark corners of the tent (and, for Klaus, the added fun of those agonized voices that would always sneak up on him without the help of Uncle Sam’s Certified Blend).
Dave has always been kinda quiet, too. Not soft or shy by any means, but the kind of guy who everyone listens to when he opens his mouth. Especially Klaus. Especially now.
“I’m glad to have met you too,” He says. “You’re the best part of my…life.” That last word feels funny in his mouth for some reason, like some sort of deja vu— like that nagging little feeling under his skin that he gets when he forgets to turn the oven off.
He looks to Dave with furrowed brows, searching for an answer, only he doesn’t even make it to Dave’s eyes because the first thing he’s met with is crimson gore dripping from his lover’s chest. The realization hits him all too fast, but he still manages to gasp before the wind is knocked from his lungs.
Dave is dead. Of course he’s dead, Klaus! You held him while he died and came home to wash the blood from your hands and you tried your damndest to bring him back, to summon him forth, but you’re just not strong enough, you’re NEVER strong enough, so you had to meet him halfway, which is honestly the better option anyway because killing yourself is easier than spending another goddamn day without him.
When he does make it to Dave’s eyes, he’s met with that same honey sweetness, and it’s goddamn unbearable, but it makes Klaus smile too.
He’s not saying “I love you.” He’s saying “Goodbye.”
“Oh, honey.” He cradles the side of Dave’s face with an inked GOODBYE, and he can’t tell which one of them is icy to the touch, but that won’t stop him from leaning closer for a tender kiss. There’s a stiffness in his bones now, an ache older than time itself, but Klaus swallows it back, keeps his lips pressed to Dave’s because that’s all he’s ever wanted, and Dave still tastes like the hazy memory of vodka and coca-cola and it makes Klaus want to salt the fucking earth just to keep tasting it.
“No...I don’t wanna go, don’t make me go.” He pleas to whatever power lurks beyond the monochrome shrubbery, curls his toes into the dampened earth, and reaches out to wrap both arms around his lover but it already feels WRONG, like they’re underwater, and he’s drifting, and god, please, NO!
The pain is persistent, now. Clawing up through him like a feral animal against the brittle cage of his ribs, and he coughs and sputters and curls his fingers into the flesh of Dave’s back (it feels like sand slipping through his fingers).
“I’ll find you again, okay baby? I’ll come back and I’ll find you, please, just wait for me. Wait for me, Dave.”
Someone is gasping in his ear, loud and rattling, and he wants to scream at them to shut up but it’s his own voice, and the pain is fucking unbearable as it spreads with every devastating beat of his heart as it stutters back from the grave. Still, he balls his hands into fists and refuses to close his eyes— if he’s fading back to life, he wants Dave’s face to be the last thing he sees.
(It always is.)
#char i am so fucking sorry asdfghsjfnkd#;tw. death#;tw. suicide#*【 ☂ ┊ ❛ Better find another superstition ❜ 】 ➤ Answered
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needing you to drop all your character/writings playlists
OKAY so for me most of the time i'll make a specific playlist for the fic in question to get the inspiration vibes going. and like they are quite specific for each fic....c!rainduo have different vibes in rousseau's man than they do in cause most of us are bitter for example. and some songs are just for vibes. and some fics i just fly in blind tbh
this is gonna be a doozy so songs under the cut
castling kingside, you're the fool i'm just as well, and the owl house fics all don't have playlists! it's called freefall has the titular song and the everything everywhere all at once soundtrack, and you think they'll make it is mostly just the hadestown soundtrack. but here are the rest
cause most of us are bitter over someone & one will die before he gets there:
youth - daughter (the classic...)
burn it down - daughter
the other side of paradise - glass animals
babooshka - kate bush (this is a vibes ish one... originally in bitter there was more of an emphasis on niki setting up these 'traps' (mostly in conversation, not literal ones...) to prove that wilbur is still a bad person, and wilbur failing all of them on purpose because he is trying to push that he's a bad person. the situation the singer describes reminded me of it)
francis forever - mitski
no care - daughter
flaws - daughter
that's okay - the hush sound
achilles come down - gang of youths (maybe a cliche pick, but it's so good for the atmosphere of everything going wrong until it maybe starts to pick itself up into going right)
molasses - the hush sound
and you caused it has the same songs as the other fics in the series, plus:
at least i have nothing - saint motel
someone is crazy - jonathon coulton
waterfalls coming out your mouth, your love (deja vu) and it's all so incredibly loud - glass animals (all here for vibes)
all together now - ok go
all's well that ends (fun fact, the playlist is just called "thats a normal coping mechanism") includes:
all's well that ends - rainbow kitten surprise (duh)
first class - rainbow kitten surprise
the goodbye song - joe iconis (more of a ghostboo and michael song... but important for considering ghostboo's character in that fic for me)
i'm alive and reprise - aaron tveit (ok this is another holdover from an older version of the fic!! originally ghostboo was... well, not really intentionally malicious, but his lack of regard for life and death veered more into being actively harmful and dangerous for tubbo. ended up adjusting this aspect because it didn't mesh as well with the tone/themes of rest of the fic, where people care, but tubbo is unable to accept their help. also i got to the end of that fic and went Man giving tubbo a husband who is not only dead but doesn't care if he lives or dies is just too cruel. i can't do that to him LMFAO)
divine loser - clem turner (mostly here for vibes. great song)
love me, normally - will wood (THE all's well that ends ghostboo song)
rousseau's man... or at least, act 1. i don't wanna spoil acts 2 and 3 through their playlists lmfao:
you! me! dancing! - loscamp
...and we exhale and roll our eyes in unison - loscamp
drop it doe eyes - loscamp
death to los campensinos - loscamp
we are beautiful, we are doomed - loscamp
concorde - black country, new road
the place where he inserted the blade - black country, new road
chaos space marine - black country, new road
do everything now - saint motel
i'm gonna live til i die - frank sinatra
and how does summer end?:
this one came with a few songs as part of the writing challenge! those were american teenager (ethel cain), mosquito on the wall (the wombats), eat your young (hozier), in the best case scenario we'd die at the same time (my name is ian) and the bells of notre dame
the entire from studio 4 album
running up that hill - the wombats cover
brand new city - mitski
everything's fine (nuke song) - roe kapara
i love you so - the walters
star tripping - kevin atwater
ceilings - lizzy mcalpine
doomsday - lizzy mcalpine
i know the end - phoebe bridgers
unraveling - the crane wives
love love love - of monsters and men
dry lips - lightspeed champion
am i dreaming? - metro boomin
sunglasses at night (jean jacket remix) - nope 2022 soundtrack
fine, great - modern baseball
strawberry blonde - mitski
romance is boring - loscamp
bye, bye, bye - jellyfish
be nice to me - the front bottoms
fake friend - nothing,nowhere
my mom - kimya dawson
playlists are hard! some inspire vibes, some inspire characters, and some are just on here because they're just right to make my brain want to write something. hey would you believe loscamp was my most listened to artist this year because let me tell you
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Hi there! Its Week 1 of the Sunday Writeblr Ask-A-Thon! I'm Athena, my question for you is: Have you ever been inspired by local stories, legends, myths and fables and the like?
Mmm, I'm from the outskirts of Appalachia. The legends around here aren't as cool as the "If you see something in the trees, no you didn't." Or "Don't whistle at night." I'm sure there are people where I am that were told that by their parents, but I came in at dusk because that's when the mosquitoes started to come out. I didn't whistle at night because crickets make beautiful music on their own and don't need my help. There were birds, bats, peacocks, vultures, and probably cryptids galore in the trees and none of them scared me because I knew they should be scared of me (actually my mom, but kids are funny that way).
But I was taught many southern things. Like how the leaves turn to prepare for rain, how to step quietly so I could admire things instead of scaring them away, and to ignore the crying babies in the woods. Bobcats scream bloody murder, coyotes howl, and peacocks say "hello", but nothing that is scared of you will sound like a crying baby in those woods. It was something my mother would say offhandedly, like "Remember where our property line is. Don't go off in so-n-so's cow field. Don't listen to the crying babies if you hear them and come in before the sun completely sets or you'll get eaten alive by mosquitoes."
I never heard the crying babies in the woods but, according to the superstitious, quite a few people went missing trying to save those crying babies. When some of them were found, it turns out they had Alzheimer's or schizophrenia and those babies were never real, not here and now, but to them they were. So it was just my mom's way of saying "Please, please, please, stay sane in this horrible world where the reality of babies is only based on how your brain is made. Please, please, please, come home no matter what." and making that concept normal for her in her stressful job.
My grandma also told me that mushrooms bring the fair folk, and brownies, and if I didn't want to be taken away I needed to stomp those mushrooms. In reality, she was scared I would eat them since I had poisoned myself on random tree junk half a dozen times so stomping mushrooms was a better alternative than a dead grandkid. (My mom might be mad). But I grew up, learned better, and I still hesitate when I see those white mushrooms spring up in my yard and talk myself out of destroying nature just for the stomp.
So my childhood has inspired the idea that if supernatural creatures exist, we probably know as much about them as little baby Aster knew about crying babies in the woods and the fair folk or brownies leaving their mushrooms around for me to stomp. Do we really know anything? Just what they think we should know? What makes it easier for us and funnier for them?
I think it also proves that even the silliest things, like mushrooms and lights in the far hills that are obviously porch lights, can become anything when someone we trust to protect us tells us to be afraid.
Thank you again for asking and I hope you enjoyed my answer!
#writeblr#writing#writers#writers of tumblr#write#writerblr#writing community#writblr#seriously feel free to tag me#thanks for the ask!#ask answered#ask me questions#ask response
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10/06/2022
tulum
friday was the french girl’s last day in tulum. we went to lagoon kaan luum. me and mona basically spent the whole morning being annoying kids in the water. mona is the same age as me and she is traveling with her older sister who is 29 and her sister’s best friend. we got close really quickly, the night before we spent hours on the hamacs talking about how men were trash. we bounce off each other’s inner teen energies. we have the same references and speak in a similar way and when we go on excursions together i feel like i’m with my childhood best friend and her big sister who is like my big sister. i’m very happy to have met her. in the lagoon we just spent our time acting like we were drowning and refusing to leave the water when sarah (her sister) decided it was time to go. traveling alone is extremely funny when you have adhd and attachment issues lol. after the lagoon we headed back to downtown tulum to get some food, they went to a vegan restaurant but i decided that my torcéenne ass was not participating any longer in boho chic activities so i went to get some cheap street food. after eating i headed to a fruteria to get some avocados and kiwis plus some ginger to make ginger tea. in the hostel i made my littlz ginger tea and took notice of one of the hostel workers. cue my thoughts : hey he’s tall. oh i like his tattoos. oh he smells good. ha, he smiled at me. fuck i like his piercings. wow he’s a really good worker. etc, etc. so basically i was fawning. i chilled in the hamocs (i have no idead how to write this word). oh i forgot to say that i met another french girl called annabel. when she and the other frenchies came back and we said our goodbyes… i was sad to see mona, my homie from kindergarten, go but we said that we would probably see each other in merida ! if not life goes on and i’m happy to have met another hyperactive earth sign. after they left me and annabel went into the pool and also talked about how men were trash. she also told me that she’s a musician and her inspirations were fka twigs and eartheater. it comes as no surprise that i immediately developed a crush on her. after shit talking men in the pool we decided to get ready to go out. we got ready, but we were much more invested in talking about the disastrous state of men’s emotional capabilities then getting drinks and dancing to awful commercial music. i went back to my room to put on shorts and when, i came out i saw the hostel guy on a hammock with two other people and immediately went into charo mode. for those who don’t know when i go into charo mode i am unable to function properly if i do not get to PECHO the object of my desires. so basically i went into goo goo ga ga mode. cool girl trop activated. i shall get this man. i accompanied annabel to get some food we continued our philosophical teachings, came back to the hostel go onto hammocks and i put my plan into action. i saw hostel guy pass and i called him and asked him to come sit with me on the hammock. his name is lautoro (please don’t stalk him you know men are uglier in pictures) he’s also argentinian and he’s been working in the hostel for a month. he used to study (trigger warning) architecture and now he (trigger warning) djs and produces music. yes. you read that well. i am unable to diversify the type of guys i hook up with. because yes we hooked up. in the hammock. while being eaten alive by mosquitoes. he was nice. hihi. we tried to sleep there but we were literally going to loose our limbs without any bug repellent so at 5AM we went back to our dorms. so yeah first body of the mexico trip please applaud me. right now i’m staring at him cooking food in the kitchen and i want to eat him like un bon kebab sauce barbecue samouraï so i leave you with this entry that i dedicate to me failing bisexuality.
annabel took a sneak peek picture of us in the hammock when we were sleeping lol.
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🥺🥺🥺 hi!! it’s commanderserwin & ur too sweeeeeet 🥺🥺🥺🥺 so.... may i please request: “All my choices lead me to you.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 drown me in fluff 🤝 pls n thx
All My Choices:
It was the end of the night, that sweet spot during the evening where the breeze was cool enough to stifle the heat, but comfortable enough to be outside without a jacket on. The day was an easy one, just simple errands and household chores that needed to be checked off before the start of a new week.
You nudged the screen door open with your elbow as you held on to two mugs of tea, careful to not burn your hand as it curled around the handle of the mug (not everyone holds their teacups weird like Levi). The evening sky was gorgeous shades of blue, purple and pink, with streaks of yellow and orange shining just in the distance as the sun slowly gives way to the night.
You couldn’t help but curl your lips into a small smile when your eyes landed on the man you were looking for.
Levi.
He was sitting in his favourite patio chair, basking in the sunset with a thoughtful look on his face, staring into the distance. He blinked, coming back to reality as you nudged him gently with your knee and handing him his cup.
As you took a seat beside your him, Levi placed his hand gently over your knee and sighed.
“Penny for your thoughts dear?” You inquired, wondering what prompted your usually focused and straightforward partner to doze off into a daydream.
“Nothing.” Was the reply. Just as you expected.
“Oh?” You teased, “Tell me about nothing then, Levi.”
“I ran into an ex at the store today that’s all.” Was the reply after a short pause.
You murmured a soft ‘mhm’ as you slowly took a sip of your tea, giving Levi all the time he needed.
“I saw her at the store today and couldn’t help but feel happy.” He continued. “It made me so happy to see a part of my past, even though it didn’t work out between us.”
You felt his hand gently rubbing circles against your knee and you looked over at your husband, just over the rim of your mug.
“It made me happy because…all those failed relationships, all the choices that I had made in my past…they led me to you. In the end, all my choices led to you” Levi whispered as he leaned into you, his forehead pressed up against yours. You could see the love swirling in his eyes as he looked into yours. You could smell the tea on his breath, and most importantly, you could feel the warmth of his touch. You were his choice…just as he was yours.
#FUCK ME UP#I love fluff#THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST I DIE#AND I LOVE U#COMMANDERSERWIN#UR BLOG IS LIFE#I DIE FOR UR FICS AND UR REQUESTING R U KIDDING AM I DED#I SWEAR IM DED#someone pinch me#I tried to make this a little longer#but the idea of a soft patio setting was just in my head and I couldn't help it#I love that time just after dinner when you can go and sit on the patio#before the mosquitos come out and eat you alive#pls lemme know if you liked this#love u muah#snk x reader#levi x reader#snk levi#levixreader#levi ackerman fic#and you can sit in the sunset#levi ackerman#aot fanfiction#aot imagines#request#snk fic#snk imagine#snk imagines#suz.writes.
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