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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 11

Word Count: 3,827

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: You guys have spoken and so here it is the next part of Bubble Wrapped. The new Jamie Benn series RUINED will be out on Thursday.As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted...hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all!

The elevator door opened and you walked with Dougie, Joel, and Svech to your suite. All you could think about was how you were going to live with these three for the next few days. They were extremely easy on the eyes, not to mention the comment you swore you heard Edmundson say in the elevator, had you wondering if he'd be sneaking into your bedroom. Not that you were opposed to that, but the bedrooms were kind of close together so the other two would know what was going on. That was unless they were all in there with you.

Oh god, you needed to get your mind out of the gutter. You opened the door, inviting them all in. "I'll be sure to have keys made for you guys for the next couple of days." Though if you had to guess Carly was probably already taking care of that as you spoke. "So I'll give you a quick tour. This is the living room, obviously, and over there is the dining room." You pointed out each thing as you went. "The bar is fully stocked, but please don't drink all my pinot noir." The last thing you needed was them showing up to a game drunk and their coach reading you the riot act, but they were grown men and it wasn't like you were going to lock up all the alcohol as if they were teenagers. Well, on second thought, maybe you should after what they did to your hotel room. "This is the kitchen. If there's something special you want, just write it down and I'll have the staff bring it up."

Svech opened the refrigerator doors and took a peek inside. "Man, you've got cookie dough ice cream in here!" It wasn't something that you indulged in every night, but there were times that you just needed a couple scoops to get through the week.

"If there's another kind you like, just let me know." You told him and his face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. "Now, if you want to follow me upstairs; I'll show you your rooms." They trailed after you and you felt like a mama duck with her ducklings. "This door right here will take you to the rooftop pool, but please don't go up there if it's not your team time." The last thing you need was someone being pushed off the roof or some such nonsense. "This is my room." Joel craned his neck inside and damnit if you didn't blush as one of your bras was laying on top of the bed from when you were getting ready this morning. You tried to keep them moving down the hall. "Over here is the room with the king and then this one has the two queen beds. Your stuff should be up in a few minutes, but feel free to make yourself at home. I'm going to have to get back to work and clean up the mess that you made."

"We're really sorry," Dougie told you, with a sad look in his eye. It was really hard to be mad at someone when they were being somewhat adorable at the same time.

"I know, it's fine, but please tell me what the hell you guys were doing that you broke a water pipe."

The three of them exchanged glances debating on whether or not to spill the beans, while you tried to give your best impression of your mother. It was the look she always gave you when you did something wrong that just made you so guilt ridden that you finally confessed all your sins. Svech, being the baby of the group, finally couldn't take it. "You see we have a game tonight against Boston," he explained as if that was supposed to be the answer. When he didn't say anything more, you crossed your arms across your chest and just waited. "Anyhow…we heard that Pastrnak's room was above Joel's here. We thought we could interrupt his sleep and maybe throw off his game."

Oh my god, you had to be kidding. Did these three really think that something like that would work? From the look on their faces, the answer was a resounding yes. "What about you guys? Wouldn't you be missing sleep as well?" They all looked at you dumbfounded as if that never occurred to them. God, athlete's were really didn't think sometimes, did they? "So I take you were banging on the ceiling a little too hard with the hockey stick that I saw?"

"Yeah," Joel answered sheepishly for the group. "Again, we're really sorry."

"Well, please don't let it happen in this room. I'd like to keep my job."

"No, never," Dougie told you.

"Besides, we're on the top floor. We couldn't annoy anyone if we tried." Svech added. Obviously, he didn't include you in that anyone part.

"Well, I need to get back to work." Just then there was a knock on the door and you took off downstairs to answer it. It was a couple of bellhops with all their luggage. "The guys will show you what rooms to put it in. Thank you two for coming up so fast with all this stuff. I'm off to the lobby, if you need anything just give me a call."

"Will do," you heard the trio say as you headed out the door.

"Oh, and one more thing. No parties up here."

"You got it, boss." This time you weren't sure if it was the bellhops or your new roommates calling out to you as you shut the door behind you.

The day went fast, as you were helping Carly find parts to fix the room as well as trying to get all new furnishings in. You literally had a small window of time you were working with. Thankfully, you still had some new mattresses tucked away, when you changed some of the queen beds to king-size. It was the dressers and televisions that you needed to get in, as well as new flooring. Before you knew it, the night shift was taking over and you were headed up to your room.

The guys were still playing game three and the suite was quiet as you entered. Last you heard they were losing but you hadn't been able to see any of it on television. You hurried upstairs and changed into some comfy clothes, before putting the game on. It was in the third period and the Canes had the puck in the offensive zone. You were too busy following the puck to see exactly what happened, but then the whistle blew and you saw him laying on the ice. Players often went down and then only seconds later got back up and were back ready to play, so you tried not to think the worst, but then they replayed what actually happened. What you couldn't decide was whether it was Svech's knee or ankle that seemed to totally snap as he fell. Your stomach dropped and you couldn't even watch it again, as the camera seemed to zoom in. Trainers dashed onto the ice to take care of him until they finally helped carry him off; Svech not putting any weight on his leg. You weren't sure if he'd be back tonight or not, it was obvious that he needed to go to the hospital to be evaluated, but he was definitely going to need someone to take care of him when he did get back.

It was a couple hours later when Dougie and Joel came in, neither of them knowing how Svech was doing at the moment, only saying that he was getting scans and MRIs done. They were both mentally and physically exhausted and everyone headed to bed, including you. It was about one-thirty in the morning that you woke up, your brain in a slight sleep fog as you remembered you forgot to set the coffee pot to have your morning brew ready. Let's face it you weren't a functioning human being until at least one cup of caffeine in the morning, well unless you were greeted by a certain smiling hockey player when you rolled over. Quickly, you darted out of your room and down the stairs. You fumbled with the coffee maker for a few minutes in the dark before setting everything up for auto-perk, then went to head back up to your room.

You'd just stepped into the living room when a figure in white moved on the couch. "Jesus!" you gasped, not sure if you were asking for his help or seeing his spirit move in your suite. As your eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, you could make out that it was Joel squishing his large frame on the sofa. "What are you doing down here?"

"I couldn't sleep." He mumbled, punching at his pillow before throwing it behind his head in hopes of finding some sort of comfortable position. His gaze lingered on your body a little longer than necessary and it was then that you realized you were only in a cutoff t-shirt and a thong. You hated wearing sleep pants to bed as your legs always got overheated and, in your haste, to get the coffee ready, you hadn't thought to put any on.

"Is something wrong with the room?"

"God, no," he was quick to tell you. "It's just…" he seemed to hesitate, so you took a step closer, knowing that it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do given your lack of dress, but you wanted him to know that he could talk to you. "I rolled over and saw Svech's empty bed and kept thinking about how he went down. Thought if I came down here, I could maybe get some shut-eye."

"How's that working out?"

He obviously knew you were teasing, as he gave a light chuckle. "Not so bad." His eyes looked you up and down again, and the sympathy you had for him a moment ago, almost vanished.

"Oh good, then I'll just head back up to my room if you're all comfy."

"Wait," he said stopping you even though you were kidding. There was no way you were going to let this nearly six-and-a-half-foot body, fit on that tiny couch all night. "Does this thing pull out or something? This couch is actually kind of small."

"Well, no it's not a pullout. I was actually going to offer my bed to you." His eyes got huge at your suggestion and he started to grab his pillow and sit up. "I'll just take your bed if you don't care."

"Oh, no I can't let you do that. I'm fine here." Fluffing the pillow back up he threw it behind his head. His frame curling up as best he could on the sofa.

"Don't be an ass, and take my bed."

"What kind of gentlemen would I be, if I did that?" Was he just trying to be difficult now or nice; you couldn't really tell?

"Seriously, you'll be all cramped up if you sleep down here. Now, get your butt upstairs."

"We could share your bed." Ah, so there it was, the real reason, he wouldn't take your bed. "I promise no funny business." He sounded like your grandmother when he put it like that.

"If it lets us both get some sleep, then sure." Joel jumped up off the couch as if he hadn't been curled up in a ball on it, grabbing his pillow and following your up the stairs. Once ensconced inside the room, you shut the door before asking, "Which side do you want?"

"Doesn't matter." You went to crawl in the under the right side of the covers and heard him make a noise, obviously distressed that you'd chosen that side.

"You could've just said you wanted this one," you teased him, then scooted over to the left side of the bed.

"I'm trying to be accommodating."

Turning, you faced the middle of the bed. The fact that it was a California king meant that even with how tall Joel was there was still enough room between the two of you to fit another person. "Goodnight," you whispered over, closing your eyes and wondering if he'd make any sort of move on you.

"Night," you heard him as he lay facing you. You were almost asleep when you felt him shift, not wanting to open your eyes to see if it was closer to you or if he actually just turned over. Instead, you laid there and waited, and were surprised when nothing happened. Sneaking a quick peek told you that he was laying on his back. You took a moment to take in his well-chiseled form; arms well defined from lifting weights you assumed, a smattering of chest hair barely noticeable in the moonlight, and that indent leading to a happy trail which was covered by blankets. If he didn't do something soon, you were pretty sure you were.

He moved again, this time presenting you with his back. "Is something wrong?" you called over, and he flipped back once again. Thank god this wasn't a waterbed or you'd have been seasick.

"Hmm," he mumbled. "No…sorry." You opened your eyes then, and he was just laying there staring at you. "God, you're beautiful...sorry…I promised nothing…" You didn't let him finish, as you scooched over and planted a kiss on his lips. It didn't take long for it to turn into something heated as his tongue quickly sought entrance into your mouth. His hands slipped up under your shirt so he could cup your breasts. The globes molding perfectly in his large hands. A moan escaped your lips as he tweaked each nipple and you felt a rush of wetness go straight to your core.

You slid your hands down his chest, raking your nails over his abs and causing him to shiver. Joel gathered the hem of your shirt, then lifted it over your head, tossing it somewhere in the bedroom. Pushing his boxers down, you palmed the length of him, and god was there length to him. He hissed out his pleasure as you slid your hand up and down his shaft.

His hand slithered into your panties; his fingers toying with both your clit and pussy. "So wet," he breathed out and you took the opportunity to push him down so he lay on his back. You quickly disposed of the flimsy garment that was your underwear, before straddling his hips and positioning his cock at your core. Leaning down you touched your lips to his as you slowly sunk down on him.

Once he was buried fully inside you, you broke the kiss. Whispering for him to be quiet as you started to rock back and forth. Grabbing the headboard for leverage, your body moved up and down on his length. Joel's hand went straight to your hips, helping you find a rhythm that both of you enjoyed. It didn't take long to find a pace that had you both worked up. "Don't stop baby." He hissed out, then took one hand and started to rub your clit. Your back arched and you felt the hand on your hip slide up to cup your breast as you rode him. His hips were rising to meet you now and with the flicking motion on your clit, you could feel the orgasm start to build. Your pussy started to spasm, squeezing his cock as you climaxed. "Fuck," he moaned and flipped you on your back mid-orgasm. Joel, grabbed your hips pinning you to the bed as his cock pistoned in and out of you, as he thoroughly fucked your pussy, and though you'd just climaxed seconds ago, you felt another bursting to the surface. Your legs started to tremble and you clasp them around Joel's waist holding on for dear life. His head dipped down to your shoulder and he softly bit you there as he thrust a few more times before spending deep within you. His arms were shaking with an effort to remain upright and not just topple on you, but he managed to kiss you quickly before rolling back onto his side of the bed.

You laid there, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Fuck, had you ever orgasmed so close together like that before? There wasn't a time that came to mind, well except when Tyler was playing with that vibrator, but that really didn't count. Joel was like some sort of sex god, and you had to wonder if you had sex again would it be just as good? Hopefully, you'd find out tomorrow night or the next for that matter, but for now, you needed to not act like the man had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life. You rolled onto your side to face him, propping your head on your hand. "Think you'll be able to sleep now?"

He laughed at the comment, still a bit out of breath. "Oh yeah," he responded finally, though he padded out of bed to the bathroom and you heard him splash some water on his face, before coming back in with a wet washcloth to clean you up. Joel pulled the covers back, then gently spread your legs, before wiping your thighs and then your pussy. It was all rather intimate but after what the two of you had just done, nothing seemed off-limits. He tossed the cloth, back in the bathroom, then crawled back into bed, bringing the blankets up around both of you, before scooting closer to you and tucking you into his side. "I think I'll sleep even better if you're like this. Unless this is too uncomfortable for you?"

Damn, if this man wasn't a gentleman. "Not at all," you told him and snuggled a little closer toward him. His breathing evened out in minutes and the hand that was idly stroking your back, slowly stopped. It took him all of about two minutes to fall asleep. You chuckled to yourself at that fact, though quickly followed behind him.

You were still locked in the same position the next morning when you felt the sun peeking through the small opening you'd left in the blinds. Slowly, you opened your eyes, careful not to move too much in hopes of not disturbing Joel if he was sleeping. Though as you opened them, you were greeted with his staring back at you. "Morning," you whispered groggily.

"Morning, beautiful." You stretched as much as you could, while still held within the comfort of his arms. "Thanks again for last night. Best night's sleep I've had since I got in the bubble."

"Well, we do pride ourselves here in our customers getting a good night's sleep."

He laughed, then dropped a kiss to your forehead. "You definitely live up to your word."

Glancing over at the clock, you noticed the time and knew that you had to get ready to start your day. "I'd love to stay here in bed with you all day, but some of us have work."

He pulled you close, and took the opportunity to kiss you fully on the lips before answering. "We have practice as well. I should probably grab a bite to eat first. I'll meet you downstairs in a bit." He kissed you one last time, before climbing out of bed and heading back to his room.

It was about forty-five minutes later, that you came downstairs to find both him and Dougie sitting at the dining room table where a full breakfast was laid out. "Wow, what's this?"

"I took the liberty of ordering room service," Joel told you. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so there's a little bit of everything." You were used to just grabbing a yogurt and maybe a banana, but the Belgium waffles smelled delicious, so you sat down and joined them.

"Thanks," you said, as you grabbed a bit of fresh fruit and put it on your plate. "Did you guys sleep well?" You already knew Joel's answer but you wanted to make it look good so that Dougie wouldn't know what the two of you had been up to.

"I slept like the dead," Dougie answered. "Haven't had that good of sleep in a long time."

"Same," Joel said only his face turned a delightful shade of red and he started to cough.

"Dude, are you choking or something?" Dougie said, patting him on the back.

"I'm fine," he finally got out. "Wrong pipe." Joel was saved from further embarrassment as the door to the suite opened and in came Svech, hobbling on a pair of crutches and wearing a boot on his leg.

"Hey man, how are you?" Dougie asked as you all got up to go check on him.

"Ok, still not sure the extent of anything. They're going to do another MRI tomorrow. Doctors just said to stay off it and take it easy." Andrei answered the question you were all dying to know.

"Well, here why don't you sit down," you told him, motioning for him to go on the couch. He plopped down and you immediately went and grabbed a few pillows to prop under his leg. "Can I get you something to eat?"

"Yes, I'm starving. I haven't had anything since before the game." You went over and made him a heaping plate of breakfast food, while the guys talked specifics with him. He was definitely out for the rest of the series and you had a feeling it would be the rest of playoffs if the Canes made it through this round. "This is great, thank you."

"I need to get downstairs and check on things, are you going to be ok here?" You asked Svech.

"Yeah, I just have to figure out the stairs. I slept like hell." His face confirmed the words he'd just spoken as there were bags under his eyes. "Sure, that wasn't the case for you guys."

Joel avoided looking at his younger colleague and you almost burst out laughing. "If you can wait here for about twenty minutes, I'll take you in through the pool." You told him. "We can use the door upstairs that has a private entrance into the suite that I showed you yesterday, that way you don't have to use the stairs. You just need a different key to get back in."

"Wow, been holding out on us." Dougie teased. "We could've had a pool party last night." You rolled your eyes.

"Finish your breakfast, and I'll be back in a few." You headed off to make sure that everything was fine in the hotel and to see if you were needed for anything as you had a feeling that Svech was going to need a lot more help than just making it upstairs.

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you-got-it-capstar · 4 years

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SANDERS SIDES AU IDEA: What if Thomas “split” into the six Sides???

So me and my Discord chat had a long conversation about an AU idea and I wanted to share. This is kind of a long post so strap in!

Ok so the basic premise is that through some sort of ~magical hijinks~ Thomas gets “split” into the six Sides and disappears. The Sides then have to live Thomas’ life while also trying to figure out how to put themselves “back together.” Obviously hijinks and hilarity ensue.

The Sides have to take turns being Thomas, either while filming or going out in public. Several arguments have occurred because of this.

“But I always wear eyeshadow!” “But Thomas doesn’t! Now take off the makeup, Hot Topic.”

“I will not allow Thomas to leave the house looking like a homeless hobo!” “But I like this jacket!”

“I’m totally not jealous that Logan got to go to the murder mystery dinner instead of me, what gave you that idea?”

Remus is banned from leaving the house after The Incident™

At least one Side must be on Remus Watch at all times or else Chaos ensues

Remus had to be physically restrained at one point to prevent him from doing something… less than legal.

They avoid having people over as much as they can, and the few times they have had guests were… interesting.

They’re trapped outside of the mindscape, so all six of them have to deal with sharing the one apartment, including the bedroom (idk for sure if Thomas has only one bed, but if he does, shippers go crazy)

The Sides can no longer shapeshift, but retain a few of their abilities

For example, when Janus is out, he can silence toxic people on the street who won’t shut up

Janus sometimes uses makeup to cover up his scales when he has to go out as Thomas. Other days he doesn’t care and goes without it, despite the other Sides’ objections

He’s gotten a few weird looks, but he doesn’t care

Roman is very distraught over not being able to conjure anything he pleases at will anymore

Virgil can still use his Scary Voice and has been using it a lot more given recent events

Not knowing what the others are doing as Thomas makes Virgil arguably way more anxious than if he were present

Patton is trying to stay optimistic, despite being a little bummed about not being able to go everywhere Thomas and the others go

Patton and Roman are no longer allowed in the kitchen after nearly burning the house down (Logan had to break out the fire extinguisher)

As always, Logan is the only brain cell present and is trying desperately to keep the Sides under control while researching ways to bring Thomas back, and he’s always this close to losing his sanity

Logan and Janus are in charge of finances.

Janus is no longer in charge of finances after buying very expensive thigh-high heeled yellow boots online (Logan riots but Janus is too gay to care)

Speaking of money, keeping the Sides from splurging on everything they see has been Logan’s greatest struggle thus far. (he’s not been very successful)

Roman has spent far too much money on new clothes (tho as far as Roman is concerned, he hasn’t spent enough)

“I’ve been trying to improve Thomas’ wardrobe for years, and you’re concerned about finances???”

Patton disappears for an entire day

He returns with three puppies

Janus returns one day with a pet shop box that seems to be hissing, but refuses to acknowledge it exists

“Whatcha got there, Janus?” “A smoothie”

Patton is not happy about the non-existent hissing pet shop box’s preferred diet

“If it’s FURRY, it’s not FOOD!”

“What else am I supposed to feed her, Patton?”

The only things Virgil has spent money on is a tarantula, more eyeshadow, and a plushie he got for Patton

Roman bursts through the door one day, “LOGAN I WANT A HORSE!” “nO-”

The Sides have fought over Thomas’ clothes many times

“I wanted to wear the skull shirt!” “I know, Virgil, but it looks so much better on me” “WE HAVE THE SAME FACE!”

Janus still wears his whole outfit constantly

Roman has to stop himself from wearing his prince costume everywhere he goes

One day they open the refrigerator to find it filled to the brim with every flavor of Crofter’s imaginable

“YOU SAID WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE CONSERVING MONEY” “THIS IS DIFFERENT”

Logan may or may not have enrolled Thomas in some online classes (“I will not let our chemical engineering degree go to waste!”)

Joan finds out almost immediately (the Sides ain't that slick) and is rightfully confused

After a lot of explaining (“so thats why he stands in his living room for thirty minutes every time he has a crisis”), Joan joins in the shenanigans and covers for the Sides when they need it

Joan is very amused by the whole thing tbh

It’s winter, so the Sides have to cuddle with Janus to keep him warm (he is a reptile, after all)

Thomas’ Animal Crossing island is thriving

When they finally fuse back together, Thomas has no memory of what happened

So to sum up, Thomas now has:

Three puppies

A snake

A tarantula

A burned kitchen

A 98.7% in Astronomy

Way too much crofters

Heels

A confused Joan

A much smaller bank account

Bonus:

Thomas grows more and more horrified as Logan explains the entire ordeal in great detail (he kept a very thorough record of the experience… for science.)

Tag List of some of the lovely people who contributed to this AU:

@lucymaka @metalshards @skyler-of-waffles @theroyalrowanquinn

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hellsbellschime · 4 years

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I'm still not in the mood to see it. You are the first person that didn't liked it , everyone I know is like 'YOU HAVE TO WATCH IT. NOW'. What did you find wrong? (I don't mind spoilers)

Holy fuck sit the fuck back homie because there is not one thing I liked about that movie and the more I’m thinking about it the more that I hate it.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen something this on the nose

Like in order to establish OH MY GOD HE’S A LUNATIC in the first few minutes they show him in a white room banging his head on the window

He’s supposed to be delusional which they use as an excuse to write things in the shittiest way imaginable i.e. the most on the nose dialog you’ve ever seen to explain what the fuck is happening or including scenes that make absolutely no sense and have nothing to do with anything that they never explain because THIS GUY’S CRAZY

The representation of people with mental illness is horrific

The representation of people who have been abused is horrific

The representation of people who have been adopted is horrific

Arthur is like repeatedly beaten up by people really violently for no real reason?

He has this neurological condition that makes him laugh hysterically at inappropriate times SO YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW THAT GOES

At one point he murders people in the most hilariously over the top way and it’s so weird

One of his coworkers gives him a gun as a way to set him up to be fired from their clown agency because that’s a thing that makes sense?

Arthur brings the gun to a children’s cancer ward when he’s giving a performance and he drops the gun so this weird plot to get him fired actually does work?

When Arthur gets fired he’s on the phone in a phone booth and once again bashes his head into the glass hard enough to shatter it BECAUSE IN CASE YOU DIDN’T KNOW HE’S CRAZY

He gives his non disabled mom a sponge bath and sleeps in the same bed as her?

At one point he throws all of his shit in the refrigerator on to his kitchen floor and just gets into the refrigerator, and then they cut to him just in his bed chilling because I guess WE REALLY NEED TO KNOW HE’S CRAZY

His mom tells him that Thomas Wayne is his father and he goes to Wayne Manor and has a run in with Bruce and Alfred and in this world Alfred is like super jacked but nearly gets choked out by a 100lb Joaquin Phoenix

He later confronts Thomas Wayne in the bathroom of a fancy movie theater and after Thomas explains that Arthur is actually adopted and his mom is also WITH A CAPITAL C CRAZY Thomas just punches him in the face?

He idolizes this Jay Leno style talk show host and is an aspiring comedian, and someone records him bombing at an open mic and they play it on the fake Leno show to make fun of him and like don’t even make jokes about it, it’s just hahahahaha let’s laugh at the loser

He goes on this show later in full clown makeup and confesses to killing three yuppie dudes on the subway on live TV and instead of stopping the interview the Jay Leno character just keeps interviewing him and gets pretty combative

And then SPOILER ALERT Arthur shoots him in the face on live TV

This character is played by Robert DeNiro, who played Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver, who was the obvious inspiration for Arthur, IN CASE YOU DIDN’T GET THE REFERENCE

There is a dwarf who worked at the clown agency, and after Arthur kills his own mother he and the dude who set him up come to see if Arthur is doing okay and he lets them in and locks the door with a chain lock

Arthur unsurprisingly kills the dude who set him up by stabbing him in the face with scissors and caving his head in

Arthur doesn’t want to kill the dwarf man so he lets him go, but the dwarf man can’t reach the lock so Arthur let him out, and the only apparent purpose of this gag is HAHAHAHA DWARF MAN

The killer clown becomes some kind of folk hero and symbol of the class stratification in Gotham

So everyone riots in clown makeup and identical clown masks

Arthur is arrested after committing murder on live TV

He’s taken into custody but the cop car he’s in gets hit by an ambulance that has been stolen by the rioting clowns

When he’s recognized they pull him out of the car and like lay his unconscious body on top of it, and when he wakes up he stands up and they’re all like cheering for him

Because of the accident he’s bleeding in the mouth, and he puts his fingers in his mouth and smears the blood on his face into a clown smile

It cuts to him in the mental asylum laughing, and the lady who’s talking to him asks what’s so funny, and he’s just like OH YOU WOULDN’T GET IT

And then it cuts to him walking out of the room but his footprints are bloody, implying that he killed her or something?

And end movie

AND THIS IS JUST ALL OF THE AWFULNESS THAT I CAN THINK OF OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD. I honestly can’t think of a dumber, weirder, more unpleasant movie that I’ve seen in the past few years, I’m fucking astounded that so many people love it so much. And I saw it with my mom and she was similarly disgruntled about it.

#anti joker #Anonymous

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nightmare-chaser · 4 years

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Living In Interesting Times

Could everything stop happening for a few minutes?

There are riots on the street. They are in the right but they are being attacked and murdered, because in the power’s eyes there are no right riots. The police, those we are told swore to protect us from criminals, have in fact sworn no such thing. They wield power as a weapon against those minorities they cannot stand. They dress in disguises and start violence so they have a reason to attack the peaceful.

I saw a post where a black woman said she no longer allows people to say “They did that because you’re black,” and instead corrects them to “They did that because they’re bigots.” Before I had seen that post, it had not occurred to me the difference in wording, it had not occurred to me how the blame was shifted on the daily. There is something unflinching about the response, and while I am not being attacked, I flinch still. How had I not heard?

We have a facist in the white house, except the facist is too sensitive and thinks “facist” is a strong word. He tells us anti-fascist sentiments are treason, are terrorist ideas, as he puts families in cages and calls them illegal. The cages are filled with disinfectant, flooding the air and causing burns on the people, and somehow the people will not condemn it as gas chambers, because those should have died with Hitler. Those should have died with Hitler, not been dragged into the modern era out of spite for a condemnation of the poor conditions of the victims.

We have only a few months to get the fascist out of office, or else he stays for another four years. The fascist’s name is Donald Trump, and the idea that he would ever be president was so laughable that the simpsons made a gag over how terrible he would be. When he won the presidency, his campaign staff treated it like a funeral, for he did not want the job. Why did we give the job to a fascist who did not want it? We need him out. If we do not get him out, if we must live with him killing us for another four years, then we will have to live with him appointing two more justices to the supreme court, and he will continue to kill us for many, many more.

There is a country that is about to be extinct. It’s name is Yemen and I cannot point it out on a map. My geography, my history classes have failed me. It’s been in a civil war for six years and I did not hear a peep about it. I could not tell you it’s culture or it’s people or it’s language or it’s art, and it’s dying. It’s healthcare collapsed under the strain of the pandemic and the people are starving to death. An entire country is about to die, but I cannot even watch in horror because the news is silent on it.

Can we stop living in interesting times? I heard the Greeks used to wish interesting times on another as a curse, and I understand why. I live in helpless fear as things happen miles from me that I cannot effect. I live in fear as the things nearest to me are ruled by a powerful few. I do not know what tomorrow will bring, but it nearly certainly promises to be worse.

I am white. I am middle-classed. I do not fear for food or money, not right now. I am privileged and I am growing more aware of it by the day, and by the day I grow more ashamed of it. I did not make this system, but I profit from it with my mere existence and I do not know how to change it.

There was a black man shot dead by police in Atlanta, even though he was cooperative and polite. I do not know his name, and that is my own failing and a failing of the system. There was a black nurse shot dead in her own home by police, and her boyfriend is being charged for it. Her name is Breonna Taylor, but I do not know his name. There was a man named George whose last name I cannot spell whose neck was kneeled on by police until he suffocated. There are enough names of murdered black people to fill the back of a shirt in a dense paragraph of words, but I do not know them, and I do not know whether that is my personal failing or another of the system I find myself entangled in.

I learned in sociology class that society is more than the sum of it’s parts. I learned that even though we are all gears in society, society is also it’s own separate living organism. I did not understand it then, not fully. I understand it now, as I watch movements be born and gather members and fight to kill the rotten parts, as I watch things stay nearly the same anyway. Society has become a dragon to be defeated, but our knight is sickly or missing. The teeth are batons, it breathes tear gas, and it roars lies and “fake news” as it eats us alive.

There is a pandemic occurring, but the restrictions on movement and gatherings are being lifted. I wear a face mask to work to protect the customers from myself, hyperaware of how the customers do not care to protect me and will not cover their faces. Recovering from COVID-19 can leave you with conditions that you did not have before, ravaging your lungs and body until they never work quite right again. My grandmother texts me to complain that we should open faster and I’m struggling to explain to her why we cannot. The morgues in New York needed refrigerated trucks to hold the corpses in, and now we’re opening for the second wave. We did not flatten the curve, not enough. We are not prepared to open, but the facist leading us says we are and lies to our faces.

The fascist ordered teargas and swat teams used to remove peaceful protestors from in front of a church so he could have a photograph without them ruining it. He promised us a racist and xenophobic wall built on our border, and instead built it around the white house to protect himself. He removed the qualified specialists from their positions and replaced them with bigots, then worked to make listening to specialists a political opinion instead of common sense.

I am queer. There has been talk of how to remove gay marriage. It died quickly, at least I hope that’s what the silence means, but it existed. Poland is close to electing a leader who will outlaw queer ideaology in public places, as though love is an ideaology and not intrinsic to our being.

Is there any way we can skip this part? I’m tired and I’m scared. I’m ready for it to be tomorrow. The police defunded and public services grown, the pandemic gone and us healed, systematic racism dismantled and fascism erased. I wish I could wake up tomorrow and we’d’ve fixed everything.

That’s too simplistic. The riots have to happen. The protests, the petitions, the struggle. The deaths, the outrage, the fear. We must live through all of this if we wish to see that tomorrow, or else tomorrow is just another day to die in silence.

I am scared, though, and I am tired.

I am not doing anything. I do not know what to do. I do not know where the protests are, or when they are organized, and I do not know how to safely find out. I have no emergency contact I trust enough to tell if I go to a protest, and I am too scared to go without. I do not know how to protest, how to safely engage.

I am in college and I cannot imagine my future. I am told repeatedly that I need to decide, that every day gone is a day wasted. I am told repeatedly that I need to act, to take life by the horns and make something of myself. I am given resources to do so, but how can I? The world is going up in flames and I’m expected to choose a major and a career.

Society does not care for me. I am one more gear in it’s machine. I am one for snack for the dragon to eat. My mother tried to get me to ask for a raise at my job and did not understand that corporations do not value employees. I work minimum wage and I am disposable to the higher ups. The virus gave us extra business and I broke down crying from the stress twice. My coworkers have also cried and it is not a surprise. The corporations use us as gears and use us until we break, then they replace us with a newer model. Unions are still the bad guy in all the gossip. Our nation has a history of union busting that I am forcibly reminded of often.

The world is ending, somehow, someway. I cannot tell if what is dying is a free world, or a cage. I cannot tell if tomorrow will come with the dawn of a new golden age, or if we will all be silenced and in chains. We are living through history, and the generations after us are watching us now, and I do not know what they see. The victor will always write themself as the hero, and I don’t know what hero that distant future sees.

I saw a post by a school counselor. She said the teenagers are depressed. She said young people used to dream big, dream of being astronauts or movie stars or changing the world in a significant way. She said the teenagers of today are hesitant to say they might own a house. They are afraid to set even the lowest bar.

I should be doing more. The world is falling down around our ears, but I do nothing. The people scream in defiance and I whisper. I am afraid and I am helpless. I used to dream of being famous, when I was small. Today, I am scared of the future, and I feel small.

I spread the awareness posts to my few followers. I sign the petitions. I give donations, fives and tens to the various organizations. I play on the internet and try to forget the world outside of my room, just for a bit. The days fall through my hands like water, unused and wasted. It feels like dying.

I survive. I click another link. I watch a world die.

#covid19 #covid #blm #black lives matter #antifa #fascism #queer #fear #donald trump #my writing #interesting times and how i want them to stop

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Wednesday, February 24, 2021

First Arctic Navigation in February (Bloomberg) A tanker sailed through Arctic sea ice in February for the first time, the latest sign of how quickly the pace of climate change is accelerating in the Earth’s northernmost regions. The Christophe de Margerie was accompanied by the nuclear-powered 50 Let Pobedy icebreaker as it sailed back to Russia this month after carrying liquified natural gas to China through the Northern Sea Route in January. Both trips broke navigation records. The experimental voyage happened after a year of extraordinarily warm conditions in the Arctic that have sent shockwaves across the world, from the snowstorm that blanketed Spain in January to the blast of cold air that swept through Canada in mid-February, moving deep into the South as far as Texas. The Arctic is warming more than twice as quickly as the rest of the world and the area covered by ice there has reached historic lows multiple times over the past 12 months. The melting in the region is already in line with the worst-case climate scenarios outlined by scientists.

Biden mourns 500,000 dead, balancing nation’s grief and hope (AP) With sunset remarks and a national moment of silence, President Joe Biden on Monday confronted head-on the country’s once-unimaginable loss—half a million Americans in the COVID-19 pandemic—as he tried to strike a balance between mourning and hope. “We often hear people described as ordinary Americans. There’s no such thing,” he said Monday evening. “There’s nothing ordinary about them. The people we lost were extraordinary.” The president, who lost his first wife and baby daughter in a car collision and later an adult son to brain cancer, leavened the grief with a message of hope. “This nation will smile again. This nation will know sunny days again. This nation will know joy again. And as we do, we’ll remember each person we’ve lost, the lives they lived, the loved ones they left behind.” He said, “We have to resist becoming numb to the sorrow. We have to resist viewing each life as a statistic or a blur or, on the news. We must do so to honor the dead. But, equally important, to care for the living.”

Texans Needed Food and Comfort After a Brutal Storm. As Usual, They Found It at H-E-B. (NYT) The past week had been a nightmare. A winter storm, one of the worst to hit Texas in a generation, robbed Lanita Generous of power, heat and water in her home. The food she had stored in her refrigerator and freezer had spoiled. She was down to her final five bottles of water. But on Sunday, as the sun shined and ice thawed in Austin, Ms. Generous did the same thing as many Texans in urgent need of food, water and a sense of normalcy: She went to H-E-B. “They’ve been great,” she said, adding with just a touch of hyperbole: “If it hadn’t been for the bread and peanut butter, I would have died in my apartment.” H-E-B is a grocery store chain. But it is also more than that. People buy T-shirts that say “H-E-B for President,” and they post videos to TikTok declaring their love, like the woman clutching a small bouquet of flowers handed to her by an employee: “I wish I had a boyfriend like H-E-B. Always there. Gives me flowers. Feeds me.” For many Texans, H-E-B reflected the ways the state’s maverick spirit can flourish: reliable for routine visits but particularly in a time of disaster, and a belief that the family-owned chain—with a vast majority of its more than 340 locations inside state lines—has made a conscious choice to stay rooted to the idea of being a good neighbor. “It’s like H-E-B is the moral center of Texas,” said Stephen Harrigan, a novelist and journalist who lives in Austin. “There seems to be in our state a lack of real leadership, a lack of real efficiency, on the political level. But on the business level, when it comes to a grocery store, all of those things are in place.”

Hunger in Central America skyrockets, U.N. agency says (Reuters) The number of people going hungry in El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras and Nicaragua has nearly quadrupled in the last two years, the United Nations said on Tuesday, as Central America has been battered by an economic crisis. New data released by the UN’s World Food Program (WFP) showed nearly 8 million people across the four countries are experiencing hunger this year, up from 2.2 million in 2018. “The COVID-19-induced economic crisis had already put food on the market shelves out of reach for the most vulnerable people when the twin hurricanes Eta and Iota battered them further,” Miguel Barreto, WFP Regional Director for Latin America and the Caribbean, said in a statement.

Prison riots in Ecuador leave 62 dead (AP) Sixty-two inmates have died in riots at prisons in three cities in Ecuador as a result of fights between rival gangs and an escape attempt, authorities said Tuesday. Prisons Director Edmundo Moncayo said in a news conference that 800 police offices have been helping to regain control of the facilities. Hundreds of officers from tactical units had been deployed since the clashes broke out late Monday. Moncayo said that two groups were trying to gain “criminal leadership within the detention centers” and that the clashes were precipitated by a search for weapons carried out Monday by police officers.

Mount Etna eruption lights up Sicily's night sky (BBC) Mount Etna is erupting again, and its hot lava fountains are illuminating the Sicilian sky. The eruption began earlier this week, and Etna has since been spewing massive orange plumes of smoke and thick clouds of ash. Etna is Europe's most active volcano, and it erupts relatively often. The last major eruption was in 1992. Its eruptions have rarely caused damage or injury in recent decades - and officials believe this eruption is no exception. Stefano Branco, the head of the National Institute for Geophysics and Volcanology (INGV) in the nearby city of Catania, told Italian news agency AGI earlier this week: "We've seen worse."

Cow science (Foreign Policy) A new national exam on cows developed by the Indian government-backed National Cow Commission has been shelved following controversy over its less-than-scientific contents. The curriculum for the test involved erroneous claims about the virtues of Indian cows that were widely ridiculed by the country’s scientific community. Among the “facts” on display: That Indian cows have a special “solar pulse” in their humps which can supposedly convert sun rays into vitamin D that is then passed on to milk, and an assertion that Indian cows are “strong” whereas foreign cows are “lazy.” The issue of cows, considered sacred by Hindus, and their treatment has become even more of a cultural wedge issue in India following the rise of Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s Hindu nationalist government, with sometimes deadly results. Attacks by vigilante “cow protection” groups killed 44 people between 2015 and 2018 according to Human Rights Watch, with Muslims among the majority of those targeted.

Japan creates Minister of Loneliness to fight COVID-19 suicides (New York Post) Japan just appointed a Minister of Loneliness—to try to combat its exploding suicide rate amid COVID-19. Japanese Prime Minister Yoshihide Suga named Tetsushi Sakamoto, a cabinet member already trying to beef up the depressed country’s birthrate, to the post. Suga noted earlier this month that Japanese women, in particular, have been struggling with depression since the coronavirus pandemic began about a year ago—with nearly 880 female suicide victims in the country alone in October, a 70 percent increase over the year before, the BBC reported. Japanese suicide expert Michiko Ueda told the BBC that part of the problem involves an increasing number of single women in the country who don’t have stable employment. “A lot of women are not married anymore,” she said. “They have to support their own lives, and they don’t have permanent jobs.”

Facebook Strikes Deal to Restore News Sharing in Australia (NYT) Facebook said on Monday that it would restore the sharing and viewing of news links in Australia after gaining more time to negotiate over a proposed law that would require it to pay for news content that appears on its site. The social network had blocked news links in Australia last week as the new law neared passage. The legislation includes a code of conduct that would allow media companies to bargain individually or collectively with digital platforms over the value of their news content. Facebook had vigorously objected to the code, which would curb its power and drive up its spending for content, as well as setting a precedent for other governments to follow. The company had argued that news would not be worth the hassle in Australia if the bill became law. But on Monday, Facebook returned to the negotiating table after the Australian government granted a few minor concessions.

U.S.-Saudi ties (Foreign Policy) The families of the three U.S. service members killed and 13 others injured by Mohammed Alshamrani, a Saudi airman who went on a shooting spree at Naval Air Station Pensacola in 2019, are suing Saudi Arabia’s government, alleging that the kingdom failed to screen him appropriately before sending him to the United States for training. The families are filing the lawsuit against Saudi Arabia based on a 2016 law that allows U.S. citizens to sue foreign governments over terrorist attacks—legislation that was initially passed in order to allow the families of 9/11 victims to bring a civil suit against Saudi Arabia.

Italian Ambassador Among Three Killed in Attack on U.N. Convoy in Congo (NYT) For Luca Attanasio, Italy’s ambassador to the Democratic Republic of Congo, humanitarian work was at the core of his mission. The 43-year-old had moved with his wife to the capital, Kinshasa, in 2017, where their family grew to include three young daughters. He rose to the rank of ambassador in 2019, the pinnacle of his diplomatic career. On Monday, Mr. Attanasio was among three people killed in an attack on a humanitarian convoy near the city of Goma, the World Food Program and Italy’s Foreign Ministry said, the latest in a wave of violence in that part of the central African nation. The deaths of Mr. Attanasio; an Italian Embassy official, named by the Foreign Ministry as Vittorio Iacovacci; and Mustapha Milambo, a driver for the World Food Program, have rattled the international diplomatic community and drawn condemnation from across the globe.

Flood damage and insurance (NPR) Right now, over 4 million houses and small apartments in the contiguous United States are at substantial risk of expensive flood damage, and the cost of flood damage to homes will increase by 50 percent over the next 30 years according to the First Street Foundation. As the climate changes, places that were perfectly safe to live in will no longer be as sure of bets as they once were, and the costs are about to be a serious reality check. The National Flood Insurance Program is $36 billion in debt because of underestimated risks. Over the next several years, FEMA plans to raise rates up to 18 percent a year until prices are accurate, starting this October.

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Love & Great Buildings - Chapter Twelve

Chapter: 12/19

Character/Relationship: Tom Hiddleston/Rosemary Mathews (OFC)

Genre: Romance/Angst

Summary: Three years have passed and a chance encounter brings Tom and Rosie together again. Can time make any difference or are they doomed to repeat their mistakes.

Rating: M

Author’s Notes/Warnings: This is part nine of Last Minutes & Lost Evenings. Many thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for listening to me ramble incessantly about this story and being a sounding board when I needed it. You are a lifesaver, even if your stories break my heart.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Rosemary leaned heavily on Tom’s shoulder as she fought to regain her breath. Her hair, which at the start of the morning had been pulled into a neat, high ponytail now clung desperately to her sweat covered neck. Her legs shook with the effort of keeping herself upright. God, she hadn’t done that in years. And now I definitely remember why. “I can’t believe I actually let you talk me into doing that!”

Tom merely laughed in response, his own breathing labored. He stood, hands resting on his hips and flashed a smile. “You’re the one who wanted to see what my morning run was like.”

She shot him a cool glare. “Yeah, well you could have warned me.”

He laughed again. “Where’s the fun in that, Rosie?”

Rosemary responded by sticking her tongue out at him while smiling.

“Very mature,” he responded with a roll of his eyes. They looked at each other and both burst into breathless laughter. Tom ran a hand through his sweaty hair as they calmed. “God, we must make a sight.”

Rosemary nodded and turned away from him, not trusting herself to speak or look at him without bursting into laughter again. She took several deep breaths and when she was certain she was back under control she turned towards Tom smiling. “So as wonderful as this torture session has been, I think it’s high time I got my sweaty arse home.” She paused and sniffed at her arm before pulling a face. “You may want to keep my fellow commuters in your thoughts because I certainly wouldn’t want to be caught in an overcrowded carriage with me.”

Tom looked at her, an odd expression on his face that she couldn’t quite place. He hesitated for a moment before offering, “Why don’t you just shower at mine?” She started at his words and she watched as his eyes widened almost comically. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean like that.” He broke off shaking his head and offered her a tentative smile, before taking a deep breath and starting again. “My house has multiple bathrooms and I’m sure Emma’s left something that will fit you. You don’t have to offend your fellow men and women if you don’t want to.” He shrugged nonchalantly as he finished, eyes flicking uncertainly towards hers.

“I…” Her voice trailed off hesitantly. It was sound suggestion and honestly made more sense than attempting to catch the tube as a sweaty mess. But still the idea made her unspeakably nervous, though she knew there was nothing untoward in his intent. They were friends after all. Just friends, her mind scolded firmly, that is what you told him you wanted. And this was something that one offered for a friend; there was no sense in trying to read anything more into it. He had promised to respect her decision and so far he had kept to his word. Sometimes things had to be taken on trust. She took a deep breath, smiled at him reassuringly and nodded. “Okay, Tom,” her voice was tentative but steady. “Sounds like plan.”

The walk back to his was spent mostly in silence, much as it had been earlier that morning. While Rosemary was able to be up at all hours and function like a basic human being, she did so much better with numerous cups of coffee in her system. And that was something she had forgone that morning in an attempt to actually arrive at Tom’s relatively on time. She had overslept and in doing so had to rush out of the door almost as soon as she’d thrown on running clothes; a fitted tank and leggings. God, she thought as they moved through the much busier sidewalks towards Tom’s door, I would literally kill for caffeine right now.

“You quite alright there?” Tom’s voice cut through the mental fog that had surrounded her. She blinked rapidly as he pushed open the front door. She hadn’t even realized that they’d arrived, much less that he’d had time to open both gate and door without her noticing.

She laughed despite herself. “I’m completely fine,” she reassured him. “I’m just not quite sure what I need more, caffeine or a shower.”

At this Tom first let out an undignified snort before cracking into a short burst of laughter. “Sorry. Sorry,” He wheezed holding his hand out. “I don’t know why that’s so funny.”

Rosemary shook her head, fizzing with laughter of her own. “I don’t know either.”

“Come on, inside with you,” Tom ordered, still laughing. “We’ll get you showered and caffeinated.”

“I’m holding you to that, my good man.” She laughed as she made her way past Tom and into the foyer. She heard Tom follow behind her and bolt the door.

“Alright, m’lady.” He smiled at her and bowed theatrically. “I will go in search of clothing for you.” He gestured down the open hallway. “Kitchen is down there to the left. Coffee is in the cabinet by the sink, press is on the counter. There should be clean mugs in the cabinet to the left of the refrigerator. Feel free to make yourself at home.” With that he dashed up the staircase to the right and disappeared into the house’s second story.

Smiling and shaking her head, Rosemary made her way down towards the kitchen. She puttered her way through brewing her much needed coffee and very nearly snickered out loud when she opened the cabinet where Tom stored his varying array of mugs. Staring her dead in the face was an obviously handmade mug bearing the phrase ‘Keep calm and kneel to Loki’. It must have been a fan gift and, one the obvious amused him enough to keep and use. Without a second thought, she grabbed the mug and flitted back towards the counter and the steaming press.

She heard his footfalls in the hallway as she finished doctoring her coffee; far too much sugar and a dash of cream. “So Em left a pair of joggers and I have a t-shirt that should work for you.” She turned towards the doorway where Tom stood, holding out aforementioned clothing.

His hair was damp, she noted without a conscious desire to do so. He showered, she realized. Which considering how quickly he was gone and back is quite the feat.

With a smile, Rosemary held up her mug. “I know you love the character, I’ve seen the way you ramble in interviews, but this?”

Tom laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “I got it from a fan several years ago.” He paused, rolling his eyes up towards the ceiling as he thought, “God, right before The Dark World premiered, I think. Anyway, it doesn’t really matter. I thought it was a riot and kept it.”

Rosemary nodded, “I figured as much. It’s amusing.” She reached for the clothing in his hand, taking it and placing it gently on the counter. “Thanks again. For the coffee for letting me use your shower.”

“It’s no problem. I am simply thinking of my fellow men and women.” He smirked at her then walked towards the cabinet and grabbing a mug of his own. He sidled past her and began doctoring his own cup.

“Ha, fucking ha.” She took another sip of her coffee before taking a few steps to close the gap between them. “Some host you are,” she confided, reaching out and rubbing her hand through his clean hair. “Showering before your guest. So rude.”

Tom turned what she thought was a rather lovely shade of crimson and quickly ducked out from under her hand. He shrugged at her and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I couldn’t stand myself for a moment longer and I knew you’d be more than occupied with your caffeine addiction.”

“You’re one to talk, Hiddleston. Between the amount of coffee and tea I’ve seen you down in single day you have exactly no room to speak on mine.”

“So you admit you have a problem then?” His eyes crinkled as he laughed, a trait she could not help but find adorable.

“Never.” She took another long sip of her coffee, willing the caffeine to hasten its course through her system. “Caffeine and I have a wonderful, loving relationship. How dare you judge us!”

Tom laughed again, cradling his own mug in his hands. “God forbid I come between such a happy couple.”

She narrowed her eyes and nodded. “And don’t you forget it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He sobered and shot her a knowing look. “For someone who complained of being in desperate need of a shower, you sure are taking your time with that coffee.”

“You can’t rush these things, Thomas. You’d think you’d know by now there are some things in life that are meant to be savored. And good coffee is definitely one of those things. So hush.”

He merely raised an eyebrow in response and shook his head, raising his own mug to his lips once more. The pair drank their respective coffees in relative silence and after several minutes Tom asked “Have you finished your moment yet?”

She rolled her eyes and walked wordlessly to the sink and rinsed her mug. Turning back to face him, she placed a hand on her hip and quipped, “Now I’m done.”

Tom shook his head and setting his own mug on the counter by the sink, gestured for Rosemary to follow him. She grabbed her borrowed clothing and darted after him. He led her upstairs and towards a door on the right, pushing it open and allowing her to walk past him. “There should be plenty of towels in the bathroom and enough shampoo and body wash to tide you over. I’ll be downstairs. Shout if you need anything.”

She indicated she would and as he padded from the room she set about getting herself organized. The bathroom was far nicer than anything Rosemary had been used to, bar one or two rather nice hotel stays during holidays in years past. The shower was an open design with light grey marble tiling. A rain shower head hung from its ceiling and along its far wall hung the messaging shower head and various knobs. There was even a small bench like ledge along the side of the enclosure. As along it were scattered an array of body washes and shampoos. His sister’s, she hoped but cut that line of thinking before it carried her away.

The vanity was a similar colored marble to the shower walls, floating seamlessly over the dark grey tiled floor, with a porcelain white sink bowl in its center. The mirror behind it was oval and bookended by two frosted glass covered sconce lights. Towels sat neatly folded in an open fronted cabinet to the left side of the doorway within easy reach of the shower.

“Well damn,” she muttered to herself. She set her borrowed clothing on the closed lid of the toilet. It took her a few moments to catch onto the workings of the shower heads but soon the bathroom filled with steam. She quickly stripped, climbed inside, and lost herself in the sheer joy of a hot shower with fantastic water pressure.

Twenty minutes later and once again blissfully clean, she gathered her sweaty running clothes and used towels and headed back downstairs. She deposited the towels in front of the laundry room and went in search of Tom. He was settled in the living room, Bobby at his feet. The spaniel perked up at the sound of her feet on the bare floor of the hallway. He hadn’t joined them on their run that morning and she’d wondered quite where he had gotten off to. Bobby leapt to his feet and bounced happily before her, barking.

“Well hello there, handsome,” she gushed, lowering herself to the floor and scratching behind his ears. “I missed you this morning. Did your mean old daddy tell you that you couldn’t come out and play with us?” Bobby barked excitedly at this and licked at her face.

She heard Tom groan in response. “I see how it is now, you only want me for my dog.”

Rosemary laughed out loud at that. “I mean, can you blame me? He really is the most handsome little guy.” She gave the spaniel one last head scratch before pushing herself to her feet once more. Her eyes locked on Tom’s. “But don’t worry, you’re not so bad yourself.”

“Gee, thanks so much,” he deadpanned. “That makes it all better.”

She laughed. “It does, doesn’t it?” He grumbled in response, his exact words lost in her responding laughter. “Thanks again, Tom. For the shower and the clothes.” She glanced at her watch; it was ten minutes until nine. Damn. “I hate to run like this, but I did promise Hanna I would help cover part of the late morning shift.”

Tom’s eyes clouded momentarily and he asked, “We’re still on for lunch today?”

“Of course,” She answered without pause. “You said you wanted to surprise me and I’m definitely not missing that.”

With her answer, they cleared and he smiled brightly at her. “Fantastic. I’ll pick you up outside of the shop at one?”

Rosemary nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

She then offered her goodbyes and after accepting a reusable bag for her running clothes, headed out the door and towards the nearest Underground station. She glanced at her watch as she settled into a open seat in the train and guessed that if she hurried she’d have enough time to swing by her flat, change into something more work appropriate, and make it to the shop at no later than half eleven. Hopefully Hanna wouldn’t actually kill her, she really was looking forward to having lunch with Tom.

As the train sped down the line she couldn’t help wondering just what Tom had planned. He’d seemed so excited the other day when he first mentioned wanting to treat her to lunch; talking a mile a minute and smiling like a fiend. Whatever it was, he was clearly looking forward to taking her. And if his enthusiasm was anything to go by, the man is such an overexcited puppy at times, she could hardly wait to see what he had in store.

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Rosemary stared at the building before them in a surprised and stunned silence. Of all the damned places Tom could have chosen for them in the entire bleeding city he had go and to choose this restaurant. Damn him. Damn him straight to hell. She dismissed the uncharitable thought away. How could he have possibly known her history with this place? Vaguely, she felt Tom’s hand on her arm.

“Rosie?” he whispered, gently shaking her to catch her attention. “Rosie, are you alright?”

She grimaced and forced a small smile to her face. “Yeah, sorry. I just…What made you pick this place?”

His brows narrowed in confusion. “I had lunch here with Emma a week or so ago and had a wonderful time. The food here is utterly amazing, it’s family run and the servers are fantastic. I loved it and I thought you would as well….But if I was mistaken we can always go somewhere else…”

She waved her hand, dismissing his suggestion. “No, no. It’s fine. I’ve been here before and the food is lovely…It’s just been a while.” She tried to keep her tone light and airy but the expression that crossed Tom’s face told her she had failed. Utterly.

“As I said, Rosie, we don’t have to eat here…” He began again, turning to head back towards the direction from which they’d come.

“Tom,” she started, her tone sharper than she’d intended it to be, cutting him off. “I said its fine. Let’s just go in. I’m starving.” She reached out and took Tom’s arm in her hand, leading him towards the restaurant door. He allowed himself to be pulled along willingly enough but she could see the glint of annoyed frustration in his eyes. He was letting her have her way but she knew the discussion was far from over.

She grimaced as a short, brunette waitress, Darcy, if memory served her right, greeted them as they made their way inside. A spark of recognition ignited in the woman’s eyes. “Well hello, Rosemary! It’s been quite a long time,” she greeted, smiling widely. “We were beginning to think you and Adam and abandoned us for greener pastures. I thought for sure the next time we saw you it would be with a stunner on your finger.” She looked pointedly at Tom who was clearly not the man she’d expected Rosemary to arrive with.

Rosemary fought to keep herself from reacting to the mention of his name and the implication Darcy had made. It had been nearly a year since he’d left and they had ended, but, at times, especially like this it still hurt. She plastered a smile on her face and responded, “It’s nice to see you too, Darcy.” She forced what she hoped was a convincing laugh. “And it has been awhile. Adam,” she mentally congratulated herself for not stumbling on the name, “relocated to America about a year back. Work you see.”

Darcy smiled politely, seeming to catch onto her social faux pax, and gestured both Tom and Rosemary towards an empty table. She handed them menus and left them to themselves.

She could read the curiosity painted on his features and knew that this was not something she could wave off with a laugh. She’d always known that at some point they would inevitably discuss their recent pasts; it was what friends did after all. But discussing this, him, with Tom was never going to be easy or pleasant. How did you talk about the man you could have easily married to the one whom you loved desperately but weren’t sure you could trust again? Rock and a hard place indeed, she reasoned. But she had always known that she would have to talk about it. Especially if she was truly considering trying with him, letting him truly into her heart again. This was important, a very big part of who she had become, and she couldn’t hide that from Tom. Not if she wanted them to have the chance to go farther. But knowing that didn’t make the task any easier. So she had delayed. And delayed. But now here she was and here they were and she couldn’t delay any longer.

“Do you want to talk about it? About him?” Tom’s voice was low, understanding. But she could hear the hint of his need to know in it. His desire to try to understand. Damn the man and his insufferable curiosity.

Rosemary cut her eyes to his. “Not particularly, no,” she answered, honestly. She took a steadying breath and offered him a slight smile. “But I think I need to, regardless.”

Tom reached out and gently took her hand in his. “Only if you want to,” he reassured her. “Don’t feel like you have to, not for me. You don’t owe me anything more than what you are willing to give. And I will never ask you for more than that.”

“No,” she started, shaking her head. “No, I think I need to talk about this.” She paused, her hands crumpling and then smoothing the napkin she’d taken from the table. Becoming aware of the gesture, she quickly tossed the napkin back onto the table. She took a deep breath before allowing herself to continue. “I met Adam at the market of all places. He was trying to figure out what tomato sauce he needed for a recipe of his grandmothers’. He looked so helpless and I couldn’t not try and help him.” She smiled fondly at the memory. “We got to talking and never really stopped.” She shrugged, her eyes raising hesitantly towards Toms’.

He nodded but didn’t speak. She could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves. It shouldn’t have surprised her. Hell, had he been the one discussing his previous relationships she’d be just as tense. If not more so.

“He meant a lot to you then?”

It was such an innocuous question that coming from anyone else she wouldn’t have thought twice about answering. But from Tom it felt different, loaded almost, so she hesitated, watching the emotions playing across his face. After several moments she nodded slowly, there was no sense in denying it. “He did.” She paused again, reached for the pitcher of water that had been left at the table, and poured herself glass, drinking from it deeply.

Tom rested his hand on top of hers and squeezed it gently. “It’s alright, Rosie. Take as much time as you need.”

She smiled softly at him and nodded. They sat in silence for several moments as Rosemary worked to organize her thoughts. It had been hard enough talking to Adam about Tom; opening that wound again. But she had done it because she had needed to; because if they were going to have any chance of working, Adam needed to know and to have the chance to understand where she was coming from. It had been a difficult night and she had cried far more than she had in years, but she gotten it all out. All the while, Adam had sat listening and quiet, much as Tom was doing now. When she had finished, Adam had taken her hand, kissed it gently and told her that he understood her hesitation better now. And he told her that she was far stronger than she gave herself credit for. Things hadn’t been easy but they were able to talk about their concerns and later what they hoped for the future. What they both wanted from it. And for the first time since her world had fallen apart, Rosemary felt she had found someone she could build a life with.

After several minutes, Darcy returned to the table, pad in hand and took their orders. Out of habit, Rosemary had ordered what she had always ordered; filet steak with field mushrooms and peppercorn sauce and chunky chips. Filet steak had always been a favorite of hers and something that no matter how she tried, she simply could not cook herself. Adam had always teased her when she ordered, daring her to try something new. She never did.

She hadn’t listened to Tom as he ordered his main, had only just barely heard the soft murmur of his voice as he spoke. When Darcy left, she felt his eyes return to her. He cleared his throat and once again reached out to her, taking her hand. “How long were you together?” His tone was light but she could sense the hesitance in his question. But his eyes were willing her to go on, his smile small but warm.

“We were together a year and a half,” she whispered, trying in vain to return his smile. “He worked, works in advertising.” She grimaced slightly at her slip of the tongue but quickly carried on.” He was just starting out at a small but thriving firm when we met. He was always full of ideas; man couldn’t sit still to save his life.” She laughed at that. “There were many an evening I’d find him sketching out an idea or pacing around, trying to talk it out, mumbling to himself. It was maddening more often than not, but I wouldn’t have changed it or him for the world.” She paused, her face lighting at the memory. “We just…” she fumbled for a word that would encompass what she was trying to say, “clicked, for lack of a better term. Mum adored him and Dad warmed to him quicker than most blokes I’d brought home.”

Rosemary heard rather and saw his intake of breath at her statement and felt herself cringe in response. God, why had she said that? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The napkin was once again in her hands, wrinkled almost beyond recognition.

She heard Tom clear his throat. “So things were quite serious then?”

Her eyes shot up to his and she nodded quietly before raising her eyes to his once more. She could clearly see the hint of something in his eyes but saw the effort he was imploring to keep it at bay. God, she wanted to kick herself. And hard. “Yes. We…We had talked about finding a place together, had even gotten to the point of ringing an estate agent.” Rosemary stopped, her throat tight with emotion. She had been so excited, they had been so excited. The idea of living with Adam, of starting a life with him, had felt so very right to her. They’d found a place, a lovely semi not too far outside the city proper, that they’d fallen in love with. They had been getting ready to put in an offer when the call came.

“What happened?” Tom prodded; she could see his hands were fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “If things were that serious…”

“He got a call from his office. There was a job opening, a fantastic opportunity honestly, at their American parent company. They wanted Adam. How could he have possibly turned that down?”

Neither she nor Adam had really talked about what such a move would mean other than its obvious benefit to his career. And in that fact she had been completely thrilled for him. He was talented, driven, and finally he was getting the recognition he deserved. How could she not be happy for him?

But the idea of him leaving scared her far more than she allowed herself to think on. She couldn’t go, not with the shop’s expansion was so close to fruition. Things were finally falling into place for her here and leaving now was unthinkable. But for him…Maybe. Maybe not. She honestly didn’t know.

She had seen the question lingering in Adam’s eyes though. He wanted to take the job and wanted her with him. And because of that she lived in constant fear of his asking it of her and of her own response. She couldn’t ask him to stay, to give up such a chance. She would never dream of it. But she was just as sure that she couldn’t go, even if he’d asked her. The question never came though.

The weeks ticked by and finally the time had come where a decision had to be made. Rosemary had known the moment she entered his flat what he had chosen. He was going. Of course he was, he would be a fool not to. They had looked at one another and without having to speak the words aloud they had known that this would be goodbye. They had kissed and cried and two weeks later Adam had gotten on a plane and was gone.

“No,” he responded, shaking his head. “No, of course not.” She watched as Tom’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “But what about going with him? To America?” He in turn watched her face as he spoke. “I mean, why didn’t you?”

She swallowed thickly and shrugged. “He didn’t ask…I didn’t push. He had to go and with the shop, with everything I’ve been trying to build here, how could I go?”

Tom nodded wordlessly. He pushed his slipping glasses farther up his nose and look a slow sip of his own water.

“It hurt,” Rosemary continued, “but sometimes things don’t work out, no matter how badly you want them to. I could have gone with him or insisted he stay but in the end we both would have been miserable. And I didn’t want that. I don’t believe he did either.” She shrugged helplessly. “But it ended. It hurt. God, it hurt but I think…No, I believe that it was ultimately for the best. In the end.” She choked out the last phrase, hating herself for letting the emotion get the better of her.

“Oh, Rosie,” Tom whispered. She could see the array of emotions flitting across his face. Hurt. Concern. Jealousy. Admiration. They were slight, he could school his face with the best of them, but they were there. “I’m so sorry. For dragging this all up. For causing you pain. The absolute last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.”

This time she reached across the table for his hand. He gave it without comment and she squeezed it in thanks and in affection. “I know that, Tom. And I’m alright. It’s alright.” Rosemary smiled at him warmly, though she could feel the tears still stinging in her eyes. “I knew I would have to talk about it, with you, at some point. I just wasn’t sure how or when to bring it up. This,” she waved vaguely around, “was just the shove I needed to do so.”

He squeezed her hand back. “I’m still sorry for it. The unintentional hurt I know I caused.” He held his hand up to halt the protest on her lips. “But thank you for trusting me enough to open up to me.”

Rosemary smiled softly at him. He was uncertain but he was trying. For her. She didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. The time was coming soon when she knew she would have to make her choice; give in to what was still between them or walk away.

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston RPF #Tom Hiddleston x oc #Tom Hiddleston x ofc #Tom Hiddleston x original character #tom hiddleston x original female character #Tom & Rosie #Love & Great Buildings

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entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys · 4 years

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And the Story End for Humanity

i Wonder, if anything the gray’s told me is Going to Come true, thay Told me of the Mass riot’s and fire’s in that time and thay happened thay told me of the 9/11 and that happened, thay show me ... Humanity is dead for once truly dead .... not a soul in sight, and the earth start heating up ! ALOT

and then i told you all of the age of fire, And how the Sun will go Micro nova and stay thay way and rain Will be 212 F Hot.

the world will have endless wild fire and summer will have the heat go up to 500 degree’s F and could still Clime ....

i Know many don’t Believe Me, and i don’t really care for thay showed me the chaos FEMA Would Bring and OMG is it the end time’s in the Usa ...

for the Rest of the world thay will suffer a different fate but here in the usa, the world is going to End.

and No China will not invade, the Level of Chaos will be the end time’s.

China is Going to get Wracked, By Something Else.

the Usa is about to Go fully insane and the Nation will be forever dead.

10 Year’s after the death of 100′s of Million of people in the usa .... the Earth is Going to heat up .... and the earth will be a Hot box and all the shit i told you the Weather and the environment ... will Happen, but i forgot one ... one Weather ... and thay can only happen around the sea and ... right Next to the sea.

Steam Hurricane’s !!!

Not a fire Hurricane a or a Hurricane made out of pure heat witch will turn sand to lava, No ! Steam Hurricane’s !!!

thay Look like a Aggressive fog and thay Swirl very fast and if thay hit you thay will boil/fry your ass !

Steam Hurricane’s, and wind’s up to 600 to 900 Mile’s and Hour ...

All this Heat will Clean Gaia, 100% and Give us a Great source of heat for we are cold Blooded, We Hybrid are cold Blooded, Our Body’s make some heat but it’s so Weak it’s like that bump on your ass where the tail used to be, and when we get heat or get warm our Body’s turn it off 100% and Generate’s 0% heat and drink it all around us and Get Colder as it get’s hotter

Our Body’s can refrigerate, our self’s ... in the Heat and purge all heat, in the body and live off of the heat around. as the Source of heat for the body !

our Body’s at time don’t even hold the heat in us, But Use’s the Heat Around us AS the hat for our body’s if the heat go’s away we freeze instantly.

And No, We Can’t adapt to Cold, at all.

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i Want you To Watch thing and think in term’s of the Gray’s agenda !

agenda 21 .... and the secret Society's !

thay Need to Get rid of there Last Model to make way for the New

We Hybrid’s are Humanity 2.0 !

and when you get back After thay Abduct your soul ...

You’ll Be on too - 🧚🏻‍♀️

thay can see the dead unlike us who need cam’s and other way’s, thay can see them 24/7 and everything else ....

thay Bin doing this Since the time of the Cave’s B.C.E

all the Way to 2020 Year.

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I’m Not trying to rub it in ... but ...

https://www.nbcnews.com/mach/science/space-aliens-are-breeding-humans-university-instructor-says-scientists-say-ncna1008971

there are many, Bit’s of Data like this ...

Hope you didn’t skip over a few line’s for i just said once the Ufo get you, you’ll be on the earth as a insectoid too aka a fairy

The Fairy maker’s !

and when you get back to earth, You'll be a fairy ... just like Me

https://www.reddit.com/r/AlienTopic/comments/fqdvvp/fairys_in_fairy_lands_aka_the_new_maggots/

and if you really wanna See me ... I put my Image’s in the Sub reddit post .

Soon, we’ll all be one Happy Chaotic, Hive ...

Fairy land is Fucking Wild !!!

Chaos is a Understatement !

#It's Evolution #Alien Hybrid agenda #End Time's #=#Start of New Age #Fairy #Fae #Insectoid #Agenda #alien agenda #New world order #Red Pill #Dusk #Night #and Soon #the New Dawm #indigo Children #Dark elf's #Alien Hybrid's

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Love & Great Buildings - Chapter Twelve

Chapter: 12/19

Character/Relationship: Tom Hiddleston/Rosemary Mathews (OFC)

Genre: Romance/Angst

Summary: Three years have passed and a chance encounter brings Tom and Rosie together again. Can time make any difference or are they doomed to repeat their mistakes.

Rating: T (for now)

Author’s Notes/Warnings: This is part nine of Last Minutes and Lost Evenings. Many thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for listening to me ramble incessantly about this story and being a sounding board when I needed it. You are a lifesaver, even if your stories break my heart.

This story and its preceding one-shots can be also be found on AO3 under the username winterisakiller (sparkinside)

Tag List: @tinchentitri @noplacelikehome77 @theheartofpenelope

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