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newbordeaux · 8 months

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I made my ac girls in ts4 teehee

↪ giovanna "gianna" de' benci (b. 1456) ↪ darcy kane (b. 1756) ↪ françoise-gabrielle de régnier de guerchy (b. 1748)

#don't ask me about darcy's rock necklace i was gonna erase the weird pendant in photoshop but it did not look good #forgive me shes my 18th century historically inaccurate hair down oc. i was stuck between a bonnet and a braid so #simsposting #c: gianna #c: darcy #c: françoise

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traegics · 1 month

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Closed Starter - @giannaxmadden

"Should try the fries," Ignacio suggested as his gaze landed on the femme nearby studying the menu, easing himself back in his seat, grin twitching at his lips. "Burger ain't too bad either but personally, the chicken tenders are better. Nice and crispy, they'll even burn 'em a smidge if that's how you like 'em."

#c. Gianna #~my hands are full of ash because i burn everything i touch; ignacio mondragón

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beenaglitch · 2 years

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gianna esposito

28 — bridal consultant / freelance wedding planner — libra

after being born and raised in nashville, gianna made the move to houston, texas to attend her father’s alma mater. after graduating, she started her own business as a wedding planner and found a lot of success, but ended up not being able to make it home when her father was hospitalized until it was too late. she vowed to go back home the next time something went wrong... and now, with her mother falling sick, she’s keeping that promise, to help take care of her and her younger sister. she had to leave her business and most of her friends behind, but it’s all worth it to her.

#ghtask2 #ghsitebuzz #c: gianna esposito #parental death cw #cancer cw #body image

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swaps55 · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

@joasakura and @vhenadahls were curious about the thermal clip meta, so here is a rough snippet from the relevant scene that combines heat sink lore with body autonomy struggles. :D

Garrus clears his throat. “So, Korlus.”

Shepard stares daggers at his tray, stabs at the potato heap, then jerks his hand back like it stung him. He inhales deep through his nose before focusing on Garrus. “Korlus. We reach orbit tomorrow afternoon. I want the two of you and our newest recruit down there with me. Taylor, how are things coming with unfucking the heat sinks on my guns?”

Taylor shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “About that. Ah, look, Commander, I know the detachable heat sink is new to you—”

Shepard’s expression darkens. “I saw plenty of it with the geth.”

“Yes, sir, but there’s a reason all the weapons manufacturers are following the geth’s lead with thermal clips. It’s a more efficient system.”

Shepard sets the fork down with the air of someone deliberately ejecting an ammo block. “I don’t recall the geth ever getting the better of me.”

“Well, they got the better of everyone on Eden Prime, didn’t they?”

Garrus and Joker exchange glances.

Uh oh.

Shepard glowers. Taylor mistakes it as an invitation to continue.

“Look, it’s simple force multiplication. I can change out a thermal clip and get back to firing in a fraction of the time it takes for an internal sink to vent. Can’t shrug off that kind of edge when ground skirmishes are won by whoever puts more bullets downfield.”

Garrus gives Shepard an uneasy look. He’s been hearing the debate over thermal clips for so long it hadn’t occurred to him Shepard missed all of it.

Within six months of the attack, C-Sec had struck a deal with Elkoss Combine to replace every weapon in their arsenal with detachable heatsink models over the next three years. A military as large as the Hierarchy would be lucky if they could cycle out the internal sinks within a decade, and Garrus imagines the Alliance is in a similar position. Too expensive, too much of a logistical nightmare. But smaller, well-funded private militias like Cerberus have already thrown billions of credits at it, and weapons manufacturers are making a killing. Half the weapons showing up on Omega are high-tech rifles whose only sin is an internal heat sink. Gianna Parisini is probably having the time of her life with the massive spike in corporate espionage from everyone clamoring to corner the market.

But Taylor’s right. Time spent waiting for a sink to vent is time for kinetic shields to recharge. Hell, Shepard had even said as much in one of their first debriefs after Therum, and Garrus had yet to see a gun Shepard couldn’t figure out and master on the fly. He might be the most adaptable person Garrus has ever met.

What’s going on here?

“Thank you for the lesson on small arms combat,” Shepard says, fist clenched so tight his knuckles are white. “But every fucking weapon on this ship has a proprietary sink, which creates a logistics nightmare on the ground. I’m not getting caught with a gun that won’t fire because I ran out of clips.”

Taylor makes a frustrated sound. “What are the odds of that? With dreadnoughts and orbital bombardments, infantry wars are a thing of the past. You know better than anyone ground insertions are about speed and precision. Everything we’re doing on this ship is get in, get out. When’s the last time you needed to recharge your suit battery or replace an ammo block in the field?”

“Torfan."

No one speaks. Joker stands a fork in his protein, covers it in the potatoes, and scoops some green-colored vegetable balls on top.

Eventually, Taylor sighs. “Yeah. Well.”

Shepard leans forward. “You wanted me exactly how I was, except you keep trying to fuck with who I was. So let’s refocus our efforts, shall we? Tomorrow I am dropping on Korlus with a gun that has an internal sink, and if you can’t make that happen I’ll find someone who can.”

#snippet #opus!verse #sam: fucking with my body is one thing but fucking with my gun is where i draw the line #am i foreshadowing some logistics problems during the reaper war?#MAYBE

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randalsgrave · 3 months

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Sweetness and Light: Part Eight

Five months later...

I've been through the ringer lately with school shit and back-to-back submarine deployments (someone please tell the Navy that I'd really like extended time with my husband; I'm tired of him being on the boat); needless to say, this has been on the backburner for a minute and it was high time I get this written for y'all's enjoyment. Thanks so much for your patience; I can't wait for you guys to read this. <3

Things start heating up for Bob and Katie.

BobxFemale!OC. F/C: Kacey Rohl

Word count: 7.2K

MAJOR WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. SMUT. MINORS DNI.

MINOR WARNINGS: colorful language, not beta-read (we die like men)

***

Week 6, Monday. It’s been barely a minute since the morning portion of instruction finished, and Fanboy is already accosting Katie. Well, not accosting - more like sidling up alongside her with his arms folded and his eyes glimmering with… something. She wouldn’t necessarily call it ‘accusing’, but whatever it is, it comes pretty damn close to it.

“All right, spill - what happened this weekend?”

Boy, nothing gets by you, does it? “What do you mean ‘what happened this weekend’?”

“Oh girl, don’t even,” Fanboy retorts with a snort as they wander out into the hallway. “You and Bob have been staring and smiling at each other alllll morning, which leads me to believe that something happened between you guys. So, what happened?”

Despite Fanboy being rather annoyingly perceptive about her love life (damn him), Katie can only chuckle. “Really hell-bent on winning that five bucks, huh?”

“I mean, it’s an easy win for me; it’s obvious you two have something going on.”

“Either that, or you’re seeing things. Speaking of seeing things, what’s this I hear about you seeing a girl in Los Angeles? Halfpint said you were gone all weekend with someone-”

“Ah ah ah, we’re not talking about me; stop avoiding the question-”

“Oh my god - we went to the aquarium and looked at fish. Happy now?” In her defense, she is telling Fanboy the truth - she just fails to mention the kiss they shared in the kelp forest exhibit, the hours of conversation, and the secondary kiss she gave him after he walked her back to her room. It’s not like it’s important for him to know the details right now.

Fanboy knows she’s lying - or, at the very least, he looks at her like he knows she’s lying, complete with his hands on his hips and his eyes narrowed, just the tiniest bit. “You’re not telling me something. I dunno what it is yet, but I’ll figure it out - and you’re in trouble when I do.”

Katie heaves a sigh. “You’re really not gonna let this go, are you?”

Fanboy sounds almost affronted when he scoffs at her. “I’ve got five dollars on the line; of course I’m not letting it go.” He sets his garrison cap squarely on his head and lines it up with the bridge of his nose, then starts for the front door - only to double back and lean in towards Katie. “Her name’s Gianna, by the way.”

He’s already walking by the time Katie thinks to respond. “You better gimme details on her, Garcia!”

“Only when you gimme details on you and Bobber!” he yells as a final farewell, just as the front doors cut him off with a loud clang!

Katie can’t help but groan. Can’t he at least give her the courtesy of some privacy before divulging the details of her love life? Apparently not. Nosy-ass.

“Boy, Fanboy’s in fine form today, isn’t he?” Bob’s come up behind her, hand brushing her shoulder blade to let her know that he’s there.

She ignores the tingling she gets from his hand brushing against her and sighs. “You heard all that, huh?”

“Yeah… What was that all about?”

Katie blows a raspberry with her lips, shakes her head. “He’s being nosy about this past weekend. He’s got money riding on you and me getting together.”

“Wait…” Bob’s eyebrows furrow. “There’s a bet going?”

“Five dollars that you and I become a thing in a matter of weeks,” Katie explains. She doesn’t even try to hide the wince on her face. “In my defense, I didn’t do shit to encourage him. He made the bet all on his own.”

“Sounds like something he’d do,” Bob replies with a hum as he’s positioning his garrison cap.

They’re outside now, making their way towards Katie’s 4Runner. The sun’s hanging directly overhead, beaming down and hitting Bob’s hair in a way that turns it to gold in the light. For a second, it’s all Katie can focus on, all she wants to focus on. Christ, he’s handsome…

She coughs after a moment. She hates to end it so soon. “Yeah, well, his competitiveness is making him badger me for money. He’s pretty well convinced you and I are a sure thing.”

“Well, what do you think? Are we a sure thing?”

Katie’s breath stops mid-inhale. Oh boy. She should’ve known that it was going to come up; she just wasn’t expecting it to come up as soon as it did.

She forces the air out in a small exhale, purses her lips as they climb into the 4Runner. “I think…” Choose your words carefully Katie… “I think we only just realized we have feelings for each other,” she says slowly. “And… while we’re figuring out where we wanna go with those feelings, I think I want to take things slow with you.”

She’s half-expecting Bob to hang his head in disappointment, or to say something passive-aggressive in response - anything to suggest she’s in the wrong for trying to set boundaries and manage expectations. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened to her.

To her surprise, though, Bob nods. “That’s more than fair. Certainly makes things a little less intimidating.”

When he says that, Katie’s not sure if he’s speaking for her, or for himself.

In any case, she hums in agreement as she starts the car up - then smirks. “If last weekend was any indicator, though, I’d say things are heading in a good direction.” She reaches over, slips a hand into Bob’s, squeezes softly as her eyes meet his. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Bob gives her a grin and his own squeeze of her hand as a reply. Wholeheartedly, it seems to say.

She smiles, cranks her music volume, and points them in the direction of downtown San Diego.

Likewise, Bob.

Likewise.

***

Tuesday morning is a timeframe like most others these days - early rise, quick rinse, fresh flight suit…

And coffee with Bob in his lodge room.

At 0730 he’s in his usual spot behind the kitchen bartop, hand-grinding coffee beans and keeping a casual eye on the kettle on the stove, watching for steam. Equally, Katie is in her usual spot too, elbow on the counter, propping up her head resting in her hand, eyes on Bob, lazy, sleepy half-smile on her face. She likes watching him make coffee for the both of them. It’s soothing, a balm for the unpleasantness of waking up early in the morning.

Beans sufficiently ground, Bob pops the cap on the grinder and dumps them into his French press. “This stuff smells phenomenal. Where did you get it from again?”

“Y’know James Coffee over on India Street?”

“Oh yeah, those guys. Been meaning to check ‘em out sometime. How’s their coffee?”

Katie nods. “It’s really good - kinda’ fruity. At least that’s what the guy who sold it to me said.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Bob takes the kettle in one hand, wets the grounds with some water before giving them a stir. “You can smell the berries and chocolate in the beans.” He pours the rest of the water into the press, all the way to the top, then sets the plunger. “It’s gonna make a helluva cup of coffee, I can tell you that much.”

He splits the resulting liquid between two white mugs, and hands one off to Katie, who takes a single long sip and hums serenely. Warm, toasty, and chocolatey. Bob’s right - this is a damn good cup of coffee.

“Dude, can I just, like… Take you back to Virginia with me when this is all over? Have you make me coffee everyday or something? Like goddamn.” She takes another sip of coffee, revels in the rich, fruity taste, the heat warming her insides, the caffeine flowing through her. “Seriously, I don’t think I can go back to my Keurig after this,” she says with a laugh.

Bob chuckles as he comes around the bartop and takes the seat to Katie’s left. “I dunno. Big daddy Navy might have something to say about that, but” - he takes a long sip - “I’m sure we could figure something out.”

“Eh, it’s nothing an SRC can’t take care of.”

A shrug and a lip-curl of agreement. “SRC’s do take care of a lot of things.”

“See? Problem solved.” Katie takes another pull of coffee. Right now she can’t get enough of it, it’s so good. “Just say that you’re, I dunno… establishing a coffee mess detachment in Norfolk. Y’know, something that says ‘mission critical’ and makes upper leadership happy.”

“Spoken as if it’s actually gonna work,” Bob replies with a snicker.

“Oh what, you think it won’t?”

“Trust me, I wish it would.”

“Oh, it definitely will. I mean, it’s gotta; I’ve got cute guy-supplied coffee on the line here.”

Bob’s cheeks color, and there’s just the tiniest hint of bashfulness in the smile that crosses his face. “Cute, huh?”

“Oh yeah.” She leans into him, hand running feather-light down his forearm before resting atop his free hand. “Very cute.”

Her heart still pounds in her chest when she leans in further and kisses Bob. She may be the picture of cool and collected on the outside, but there’s no controlling the anxious shriek of her nerves, the too-fast rush of her blood through her veins as her lips brush his, taste him. Kissing a man certainly isn’t a novelty for Katie, but…

This is Bob Floyd she’s kissing now, and Bob, he’s… Well, where the hell does Katie begin? He’s…

Unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.

She pulls back, surveys his face for a moment. Bob is blank-faced - dumbstruck, even. Clearly he wasn’t expecting a kiss this morning.

“What about what you said yesterday?”

Despite the hammering in her ribs, she sidles up next to Bob, leans until her lips are just close enough to brush the shell of his ear. Bold of her. VERY bold of her. “Just because we’re taking it slow, doesn’t mean I don’t want to kiss you,” she whispers.

Katie can practically feel the heat coming off of Bob all of a sudden, can feel the goosebumps prickling across his skin. Hell, his breathing hitches for a second. So. Close proximity definitely has an effect on him. It’s a bit of a mean thing to do this early in the morning, but she’s definitely got his attention with that. She’s also fairly certain he’s not going to complain much about it, if he even complains at all.

A moment later, Bob replies. “Well,” he says around a thick swallow, “thank god for that, because I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you since Saturday.”

He hasn’t?

He turns back towards Katie, and picks up where she left off, nice, easy, no pressure. Unlike Katie, though, he doesn’t pull back after the one kiss. No - he stays there, wanting more, giving more. His hand comes up to cup her cheek, so nice and tender, and suddenly Katie’s the one with goosebumps. It’s so… intimate. It’s closeness that she hasn’t had, not in a long, long time.

And it’s closeness that she wants more of.

Her hands move of their own free will, creeping up to cradle Bob’s jaw, every bit as tender as the embrace he has her in, more more more please more -

And then the soft rattle of a doorknob turning has them breaking apart and shoving away faster than they have time to process. Dashed is the moment of closeness, the moment of bliss that Katie was all too happy to let herself sink into - like a bubble bursting and fizzing into the ether.

The door to the left-side bedroom swings open, and out comes Rapture, swiping a hand down his sleep-riddled face, the very picture of ‘I’m up too early against my will’ as he all but stumbles into the shared space.

He’s utterly oblivious to his WSO having kissed their fellow aviator all but two seconds ago, to the flushed pink tinting both their cheeks, their lips.

And dare Katie even think it for a second, but she’s… annoyed by the sudden appearance of Bob’s front-seater. Very annoyed.

“Pre-class coffee?” Rapture mumbles, to which Bob nods in answer. “Smells good.”

“Man, you have no idea. This stuff is amazing. You want a cup?”

Rapture all but moans. “Please.”

It’s a fight to keep a scowl from creeping across her face. Goddamn it Rapture, you couldn’t have done this earlier?

Bob seems to sense the thought running through Katie’s head, because his eyes dart to hers as he stands and goes to fix a cup of coffee for his front-seater - and if she’s reading the glimmer in them correctly, it’s definitely saying “I hear you.”

Perhaps he also had other things in mind before Rapture showed up.

In an attempt to be conversational while waiting on the coffee, Rapture turns to Katie. “How’re you doing this morning?”

“Not too bad. Enjoying my one moment of peace for the day before other people see fit to destroy it.” The smile on her face is polite, but tight. Very tight. Pointedly tight.

“Christ, that’s a mood,” Rapture mutters before taking the coffee Bob’s just passed to him and drinking, seemingly unfazed by the wording and stiff expression - and heaves a long sigh of bliss. “Y’think anyone’ll care if I take the mug with me off lodge property?”

“Uh… No?”

“Good. This is coming with me then. Fuck, this is good.” He takes another sip, smacks his lips, starts for the front door. “I’ll see y’all at the schoolhouse.”

Then, Rapture’s gone, breezing through the front door, leaving Bob and Katie to slump in the kitchen. Universe: one. Two romantically involved aviators: zero.

“God bless my front-seater, but he has terrible timing sometimes,” Bob all but groans.

“Yeah, tell me about it. S’pose we oughta’ follow his lead though and get moving; muster is in 15 minutes.”

“Yeah, you’re right; we should go. You driving or am I?”

“Eh, I’ll drive.”

“All right. Just leave your mug on the counter; I’ll wash it later.” Bob scoops up his notebooks and study material, dumps it into the black Navy-issued backpack resting against the kitchen floorboards, loops his arms through one of the straps, grabs his garrison cap off the counter. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are.”

“‘Kay. Let’s go.”

They march down the hall towards the stairwell at the opposite end, strides long and purposeful, minds clear and focused now. At least, Katie’s mind is, no thanks to Rapture and his sudden interruption. It’s definitely for the best though; being half-dazed and delirious from a kiss while learning rigorous combative flight technique is probably not the best state to be in.

They’re making their way down the stairs, boots all but thundering as they hit the steps, when Bob comes to a standstill right at the bottom. Katie’s lucky she catches herself in time; one more step forward and she would be tumbling over him.

“You good there?”

“Fine. Just forgot something, is all.”

Katie’s eyebrow shoots up. “Yeah? What’s that?”

Bob says nothing else - just turns and leans into Katie and kisses her, right there at the bottom the stairwell, one second, two seconds, three. When he pulls away, there’s a grin - a self-satisfied, mischievous one - on his face. “That. We’re good now.”

“You’re so ridiculous.” Even though her eyes roll and her voice scoffs, her lips still curl upwards in a smile.

“Can’t help it that I like kissing you - and that I’m gonna take every chance I get to do it.”

And with that, Bob smiles broadly, nudges Katie in the shoulder, and pushes through the door into the lobby, leaving Katie to follow with her mouth in a silly grin and her face flushed.

So much for having a clear mind today.

***

The outdoors call to Katie today, more than usual. It probably has something to do with today’s lecture and hop being on the more hellish side, but by the time everyone’s released for the day and she’s made it back to her room to change, the initial reason doesn’t matter all that much. She just has to get outside, and soon.

She texts Bob and Fanboy as she’s swapping over to shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. “Going hiking, y’all wanna come with?”

Bob’s answer comes through almost immediately. “Sure. Where to?”

“No idea,” Katie texts, shrugging as she does, as though Bob can somehow see her reacting to the message. “You wanna pick?”

As Bob takes time to ponder, another message chirps through - Fanboy this time. “Fuck it, why not?” his message reads. “Where we going?”

“No idea. Bob’s picking a spot.”

“Cool cool. Bobber, where to?”

“Uhhhhhh thoughts on Bayside Trail? Two and a half mi roundtrip and it’s right along the ocean.”

Ah, a nice, quick oceanside hike. More importantly, a nice, quick oceanside hike at golden hour. How pretty - and romantic, Katie realizes a second later.

Shit. Fanboy is definitely going to read into this now.

She swears to herself, threads her braided hair through the back of the ball cap Bob bought for her, pulls it down tight on her head. She suddenly finds herself praying to the higher powers that be, asking them to please, for the love of all things holy, let her (and Bob, for that matter) have a nice afternoon without any prying questions from their friend, or (Christ) even so much as a sly sideways glance at the two of them.

HA, she thinks, then groans. Who the fuck am I kidding?

Much to Katie’s surprise, though, he doesn’t. In fact, Fanboy hardly says a damn word the whole time they’re together. Even when it’s an hour and a half later and she and Bob are drifting and talking to each other a good deal closer than most friends would, he doesn’t say anything.

Maybe he doesn’t notice, Katie thinks briefly, right before shaking her head. No way. He’s noticed and he’s just choosing not to say anything.

She all but confirms this when they reach the trail’s terminus and she snaps a picture of the three of them, standing high above the ocean in all its blue- and gold-hued glory, and goddamn it if Fanboy doesn’t smirk in the picture - smirk at her, more specifically.

Yep, he definitely noticed.

And he makes as much clear when he knocks shoulders with her on the return trip and murmurs to her, “Still think you’re not paying me that five bucks?”

“Yeah, when hell freezes over.”

“Y’know, that day might be coming a lot sooner than you think.”

“Fanboy, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Yeah yeah, only after you pay me.”

Insufferable, that one. Really and truly insufferable.

And yet, Katie doesn’t have it in her to resent Fanboy. For as much as he pokes at and pesters her about it, for as much as it drives her damn nuts, they both know that there’s a point being made:

Something is brewing between her and Bob, something big, and to continue to deny it is a fool’s errand. Fanboy’s right, and not only does he know it, but Katie knows it too.

…She’s still not giving him the money, though.

***

She hasn’t stopped thinking about Tuesday morning.

It’s been two days since then and her face still feels warm where Bob had laid his hand - tingly warm, good warm. A man caressing her face the way he did isn’t a novel experience to her - at least, it shouldn’t be; past boyfriends and flings have made similar moves in similar situations, but none of them affected her the way this one, this man, did.

It’s made Katie realize lately how badly - how very, very badly - she wants Bob to touch her like that. To touch her in general. To run his hands over her face and her body and…

Her cheeks go from pale and freckled to burning and flushed in a matter of seconds. It paints a wonderful image in her head, but she scolds herself. They’ve only just started figuring things out; she doesn’t need to be having those thoughts just yet.

But here she is, having them anyway. And she’s not in much of a rush to stop them.

Hands on her face. Hands on her body. Hands everywhere she can think to put them.

Oh god, she’s in trouble. She’s supposed to be meeting up with him in five minutes for some studying, and in his room, no less. How the hell is she supposed to manage that with the thoughts, the images racing through her head?

Katie groans, tips forward and lets her forehead smack against the mirror in her bathroom. “Please, I am begging you,” she moans to herself, “get your shit together. You’re supposed to be taking this slow, remember?”

If only it were so easy to keep that in mind.

She splashes some water on her face, wills her brain to stop racing and the flush in her face to disappear. The flush proves easy to dispel. The thoughts? Not so much. They circle and circle, over and over, and goddamn it, this is so not helping.

It’s only when she forces herself to think of the most unsexy things in the world - namely, UCMJ articles and the Navy code of ethics - that she’s able to feel calm enough to handle things. She’s in control. She can do this.

…Right?

Turns out that’s a lie - a big, fat one, because when Bob greets her in his doorway five minutes later, wearing a USN hoodie with the sleeves bunched up to reveal the tone of his forearms, Katie’s body goes hot and all thoughts of calm and control go flying out of her head.

Did he have to wear something that shows off one of the best parts of him?

Thinking those thoughts about a friend of yours… Have you no shame?

For once, Katie doesn’t wince at the nagging little voice in the back of her head.

“All right, I’ve got Thai food on the counter,” Bob says without a moment of hesitation. “I say we eat first and then dive into studying.”

It’s enough to snap Katie out of her momentary stupor. She nods in agreement and follows him through the doorway. “What’ve you got?”

“Summer rolls with peanut sauce, pork pad kee mao, and green curry with chicken. The pad kee mao’s good but if you’re not a fan of spicy, I’d skip it.”

“Well,” Katie asks as she takes a plate from him, “how spicy are we talking here?”

“Like a five, maybe a soft six out of ten.”

“Am I gonna be doubled over in your bathroom in twenty minutes if I eat it?”

“Eh, I don't think so. If you can handle last week's Chinese food, you'll handle this just fine."

Katie’s first response is to purse her lips in thought - then to take the spoon nestled in the noodles and dump a big scoop of them onto her plate. “Guess we’ll see how I’m doing in twenty minutes then.”

Luckily for her, twenty minutes go by without any issue (fire-coated throat and tongue notwithstanding). She makes a mental note to order from this place sometime after going for her second serving of pad kee mao and green curry. Or, better yet, to just have Bob make all her food decisions from now on. He hasn’t steered wrong yet and the food he’s picked out only seems to get better.

“All right - so, what do we wanna go over?”

“I mean, anything and everything,” Katie shrugs, “but uh… Lecture notes? Lab notes? Flight observations?”

“Lecture was pretty dense today…” Bob flips open one of his many notebooks, eyes scanning through line after line of bullet points and side notes. “Wanna start with radar?”

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

And so it goes. Books are flipped open, old notes are thumbed through, new notes are scribbled down in the margins. For Bob and Katie, it’s the heaviest use of their brain power outside of the schoolhouse.

Three hours later, at 2100, they sit side by side on the sofa in Bob’s living space, dialed into their studies while vaporwave drones in the background, poring over pages and pages of notes and analysis, over papers that lay scattered across the coffee table, over… Well, who really knows at this point?

Katie traces a line of text with the tip of her pen, willing the words to, one: make sense; and two: stick in any way possible. Whether it’s due to the late hour or her own subconscious desire to stop learning for the day, none of what she’s reading is making much sense to her.

Seems like there’s only one thing to do at this point.

She sighs, turns to Bob, whose eyes seem to rove over the same paragraph repeatedly in his book. “Is your brain as soupy as mine or…?”

Bob snorts. “Katie, if you tipped my head to one side, I’m pretty sure it would fall out of my ear.”

Noted.

“So we’re calling it for the night then?”

A nod. “Yeah, we’re calling it.”

“Fair enough.” Katie flips her guidance book shut, tosses the pen onto the coffee table with a curt sigh. “Now what?”

“Dunno - we relax, I guess.”

“As if we don’t relax together every weekend?” Katie says wryly.

“Ah, that’s different. That’s ‘morale is high and we have a whole day to ourselves’ relaxing. This is ‘stare at a wall and contemplate our life choices’ relaxing.”

“Seems a little sad, but I suppose you’re right.” Katie sinks back into the couch, blows a strand of hair out of her face. “I am kind of wondering what I got myself into here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, y’know, wondering why I said ‘sure’ to my boss when he told me I was going to TOPGUN, that sort of thing. All it’s done for me is get my ass kicked.”

“Well, even if it is getting your ass kicked, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Glad someone is,” Katie replies with snark.

“Hey, c’mon now, I am. You’re one of the few people keeping me sane here.”

“Oh, is that why you’re so interested in me?”

Bob only gives Katie a look that can be described as withering, but it’s hard to call it that when he can barely keep a smile from spreading across his face. “You know it’s for more than that.”

“I know. I’m just teasing. Oh man…”

Katie tips to the side, into Bob, her temple knocking into the curve of his shoulder. Bob, meanwhile, stacks himself on top of Katie with a sigh, cheek pressing into the crown of her head. His hand comes to rest on the inside of her leg, by her knee, but he doesn’t dare inch it up any further than that.

It doesn’t matter. Even in a spot so unassuming, his hand on her knee is enough to send lightning ripping up her spine.

Hands on her face. Hands on her body. Hands everywhere she can think to put them.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This man is going to be the death of her.

“Guess it’s my turn to be the nervous wreck now,” she comments wryly, voice bordering on a rasp.

She can feel Bob frown against the crown of her head. “Why do you say that?”

“Y’know how you weren’t able to stop thinking about kissing me? Guess it’s my turn now.”

“…Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm. Your hand on my knee is, uh, having quite an effect.” As if emphasizing her words, her knee gives a twitch beneath his hand.

“If it’s making you uncomfortable I can take it off-”

“No, no. It’s…” Oh man, why are words suddenly hard? “I want you to keep it there. It’s… It’s nice.”

“Yeah?”

She manages a nod, the words failing her this time. All she can think about - all that really matters - is his hand on her leg - that closeness between them.

Oh, they’re playing a dangerous game now. Katie realizes it the second the thought goes through her head. After that first kiss in the aquarium, she’s realized just how starved for physical contact she’s been, and with Bob being more than willing to give it to her…

Oh yes - a dangerous game, indeed.

And Katie can’t bring herself to care all of a sudden.

She turns, curls into him with a long, soft sigh, face pressing into the curve of his neck. He’s warm - so warm, and it radiates through, soaks into her, and it damn near makes her hum. This. This is nice. Real nice.

She drapes an arm loosely across him, nuzzles into Bob, seeking the heat of him.

Bob is utterly still beneath her.

…To hell with it.

Katie removes her face from the crook of his neck - only to lean in, mouth slanting over Bob’s in a soft, questioning kiss. Do you want this?

His hand slides up her shoulder, rests on her neck, pulls her closer, ever so gentle. Please.

She obliges. More than that, actually; she pushes in hard, steals the breath from his lungs and replaces it with her own. She needs to be close to him, as close as humanly possible - needs to feel him in some way.

And Bob? Bob meets her halfway every time she dips in, meets Katie touch for touch, kiss for kiss, sigh for sigh. His teeth prick down on her lower lip and tug it into his mouth, and it’s all Katie can do to clamp down on the heat surging between her legs. The thoughts from earlier resurface. She can’t get enough of the way he feels against her.

She needs more.

She threads her fingers into Bob’s golden-brown hair, nails digging ever so gently into his scalp. It’s been a long time since she’s done this - shamelessly made out with a man, lost herself in the fog of lips and teeth and tongue. Lips that burn hot against her own. Teeth that pull her in close, into him. Tongue that tastes her. And god, is Bob good with them - better than she would’ve guessed.

It makes Katie wonder what else he’s capable of…

Makes her wonder where else he could make her burn and feel utterly breathless.

Before she’s even fully aware of it, her leg is thrown over Bob’s lap and she’s half straddling him, body going through motions she hasn’t been through in ages, motions she’s all too happy to surrender herself to - that is, until Bob groans beneath her, and suddenly her brain catches up with the rest of her body and it all comes to a screeching halt. In an instant she’s pulling back, her breath frozen in her throat and her eyes wide in mortification.

“Oh my god-” She shoves herself off, puts some desperately-needed space between the two of them. “I’m so sorry, I got totally carried away-”

“Katie-”

“I’m not trying to give you mixed signals or force you into something-”

“Katie-”

“I swear I wasn’t trying to-”

“Katie!”

Katie freezes, a deer caught in the headlights. Did she just royally screw things up?

Her heart is hammering in her chest as Bob, with his mussed hair and flushed cheeks and full lips, reaches over and takes her face in both his hands, thumbs brushing over the lines of her cheekbones. “Look at me, look at me - it’s okay. You did nothing wrong.”

“But- But you groaned and-” Why, why, why does she sound like a nervous high-schooler? Christ - she really is out of practice with this…

Bob chuckles, and a bit breathlessly at that. “I can’t help it when I’ve got a girl practically on top of me, doing some real nice things to me…”

“I, uh… don’t know if that helps.”

“Katie, it’s fine. I’m having the time of my life here. I mean…” His eyes travel downward, and Katie follows them, and…

It’s the first time she’s looked at him since they started this whole thing - really looked at him. And now that she’s here, in this moment, there’s no missing the stiffness in Bob’s jeans. It’s a total rush of blood to the head, seeing how she’s affected him.

Katie lifts her head, light blue gaze meeting Bob’s newly dark blue gaze. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Oh god, more than anything, but…” He’s gentle as he takes her hands in his. “Do you wanna keep going?”

The warmth pulsing between Katie’s legs all but screams ‘yes’ - but she finds herself sighing and drawing back. “Maybe we should hold back a little, or… I dunno. I think if we’re trying to take it slow and figure things out, this kind of isn’t the way to do it… Y’know?”

“Yeah, you do have a point there.”

She’s waiting for the 180, the moment when he tells her that he is, in fact, disappointed in her for stopping and guilts her into changing her mind. Only it never comes. Of course it never comes, because it’s Bob, and why on earth would he do that? He’s not one of the boyfriends of days past.

And he’s certainly not her.

“D’you want me to walk you back?”

Yes, and lock us in my room and pin me to my bed and- “I appreciate the offer, but uh, there’s that slight risk of getting handsy again and uh…”

Bob’s lips quirk up in a smirk. “Well, who says that’s a bad thing?”

The heat in Katie’s core flares like a sunburst. Whether or not Bob knows it, he’s making it damn difficult for her to want to slow this down.

“I think I’ll walk myself back,” she answers softly - then smiles. “But thank you.”

She doesn’t give Bob a chance to convince her to stay, or even to reply; to do so would be to invite trouble - tempting, fun trouble, yes, but trouble all the same.

She stands, gathers up her instruction binders and notebooks into her arms, her pens clasped in one hand, key card clasped in the other. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you.” His eyes remain locked on her, smoldering despite the easygoing, sweet smile on his face. It’s a look that sends heat blazing through Katie’s body.

Yes, time for her to go.

She turns, makes for the front door, slips through it, her steps silent.

She’s certain she can feel Bob’s eyes on her long after the door shuts behind her.

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The walk back from Bob’s room to Katie’s own is a long one.

At least, she tries to make it that way. She makes her steps slow and measured, takes the stairs down to the first floor, then all the way back up to the third, and makes her steps even more slow and measured going down the hallway…

All in an effort to quell the burning of her body, the burning between her legs.

Something happened tonight - something big. Something earth-tilting.

Something that makes Katie want to turn on her heel and march right back to Bob’s room.

To finish what they started.

She approaches her room, heart thumping, pounding in her rib cage, body aching - aching in ways it hasn’t in a long time. Christ, everything in the realm of intimacy hasn’t happened in a long time. It’s been years between partners - hell, flings - and now she seemingly has one again and everything in her just… aches. Yearns.

Needs. Needs needs needs.

There’s only one light on in the living space of her room. In the bedroom to the right, it is mercifully black, quiet - the perfect environment to help quiet the storm roiling within her.

Hopefully.

Her study materials are tossed into the living space without a second thought, the single light shut off with a paw of her hand against the wall. She slips into the bedroom, closes the door, takes the one, two, three, four steps to her bed before twisting and falling back-first into it. It takes minutes for her to adjust to the darkness surrounding her, to the stillness that comes with it.

To the thoughts, the feelings it seems to invite.

Katie knows full well that she is alone in the room, but the darkness seems to conjure shadows, figures. Figures that can move. Figures that can do things. Things to her.

Things she had half a mind to do with Bob earlier.

Hands on her face. Hands on her body. Hands everywhere she can think to put them.

They were definitely going somewhere before her thoughts had stalled her and pulled her out of the fog, somewhere heated. Katie had felt one of his hands trailing down her side, coming to rest on her hip, fingers flexing, gripping firm yet gentle. Bob had wanted her there, just as much as she’d wanted to be there, and…

The ache is back. And it’s between her legs again, warm and pulsing and wanting. She squeezes her thighs together, bites her lip at the pressure it creates.

And it does nothing to alleviate the burning she feels. In fact, it intensifies it.

She needs more.

She needs release.

Somewhere in the five seconds it takes her to figure out what her body is desperate - screaming - for, Katie’s heartbeat goes erratic, off-sync and shaking in her rib cage. This. She really hasn’t done this in a long time.

Her breath stutters out of her mouth in shallow breaths as she reaches down and undoes the button and zip of her jeans, pushes them down to a bunch around her knees. The cool air from the air conditioning nips into the skin of her thighs and she twitches, presses her legs together again, writhes when it gives her that sweet, warm pressure, those goosebumps prickling across her skin. They’re featherlight, almost like the barest brush of a hand.

What Katie imagines Bob’s hands feel like, brushing ever-so-gentle across her bare skin.

She can envision it: the long, delicate fingers, the soft tips, the veins running along the back, those beautiful, beautiful hands just… touching, tracing, whispering along her.

Her hands move along the same trail he would take with his. They skim up the length of her quad muscles, drift up and across her hip bones, her stomach, the sensation like small bolts of lightning and heat on her skin. They continue upwards, nudging up the hem of her t-shirt, the band of her bralette, up and up and up, and they whisper across the swell of her breasts, now pebbled and sensitive in the chilled air of her room. Then, imagination has them moving back down, across the planes of her stomach, across her pelvis, and then her fingers alight along the lace edge of her underwear and…

She contemplates leaving them on and simply pushing them to the side, or even just dipping her hand beneath and forgoing the extra movement. She has no need for it, for all the suspense and built-up tension and thrill.

But what would Bob want? What would he do?

Bob, Katie decides, would pull them down - not all the way, just to around her thighs, just enough to give him full view, full access. He would want to see all of her; Katie’s sure of it.

So, she inches her underwear down, grants herself that openness, that exposure. The cold air breathes across her, across the wetness of her, and she shudders at the sensation and fuck, she needs to touch herself now.

Her fingers go low and drag upwards through her folds, arousal wetting the tips, and it’s bliss as they circle her clit, nice and slow and steady. She imagines it’s Bob doing it, that it’s his fingers circling her, rolling across her most sensitive parts. It could’ve been his fingers, his hands doing this, if she hadn’t let her brain catch up and she’d just let them feel, lose themselves to the pleasure, she thinks.

No matter now. She’s in the dark, and here, anything is possible. Here, Bob can give her the touch, the pleasure, the release she so desperately craves.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, deep in the recesses, a voice - a shitty, cutting one - hisses at her that what she’s doing is the height of crass, the height of disgusting, masturbating to someone she knows but isn’t quite involved with. She gives the thought maybe a half-second of consideration - and then decides that she doesn’t care, not as her fingers tease and touch and stroke softly. She finds that the voice deadens to a whisper the more she does it.

Of course, Katie finds that it disappears entirely when she drops her hand fully between her legs and slips her middle and ring fingers inside, palm pressing against her clit as she curls into her own velvet softness, breath leaving her lungs in a gasp, because oh good god, she forgot how good this feels…

And then she thinks of Bob doing it and suddenly her body blazes.

He had a gentleness to him when he touched her earlier in his room. The way his hands ran over her, sure and warm and soft… It’s that same gentleness she pictures, feels in the hand between her legs, that same soft touch that she writhes and arches against.

Hands on her face. Hands on her body. Hands everywhere she can think to put them.

It’s not long before heat, sinful and borderline unbearable, is pooling low in her stomach and her cunt is fluttering around her fingers, desperate for one more touch, one more stroke that will send her over the edge. It’s an effort to keep her moaning contained; she has to bite down hard on her lip to keep it from floating through the walls - but god, she can’t help herself. The things that run through her head, that she feels… In the dark, it’s Bob’s hand that Katie rides, his fingers that clench her bare breast, pinch and roll her peaked nipple…

And in the dark, it’s his thumb that drags up and presses into her clit, rolling and stroking across it, and it feels so good that it makes Katie want to sob, and… and…

It’s enough. She comes hard, a ragged cry tearing from her mouth as her body bows and spasms against the bed, against the hand still sliding into her, drawing out every last little bit of pleasure, until she finally collapses against the mattress, chest heaving with the intensity of it all. For something so… one-sided, it’s left her feeling spent - utterly mindless.

A feeling she hasn’t had in a long while.

Haze quickly fills her, the sleepy, sated kind. Katie doesn’t even bother redressing, or crawling into bed properly. She shucks off her half-removed clothing and flings them into the darkness of her bedroom, to be dealt with in the early hours of the morning. Then, she pulls the nearest edge of the covers over her, and wraps, swaddles herself within them, warmth immediately seeping into her naked body and lulling her, easing her into sleep.

Burning blue eyes are the last thing her mind conjures before she slips off into oblivion, warm, black, and depthless.

@thestagsheadsblog @everything-i-love-in-life @docdetective @luckyladycreator2

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob my beloved #robert floyd #bob floyd top gun #robert bob floyd smut #bob floyd smut #top gun #tgm #fanfiction #bob floyd fic #lewis pullman #female oc #robert floyd x female oc

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So, a study done by Physicians for Human Rights, the Center for Reproductive Rights, Lift Louisiana and Reproductive Health Impact has found that doctors in the abortion-prohibitive state of Louisiana are now resorting to conducting c-sections for patients instead of giving them D&Cs - a type of abortion procedure that is more often conducted in the event of an emergency, such as miscarriage management. (Source)

...This is where we are at.

For context, these are obviously pro-choice organizations so I cannot be certain that this is a national trend yet. In the interest of fairness, I have to wait for other studies to be done to see if this is something that is happening across the country.

Obviously, I'm extremely concerned because Louisiana has a substantial black population, so black women will obviously be affected by this.

However, I want to make a few predictions.

Prediction #1:

Birthrates are going to plummet exponentially, especially in abortion-prohibitive states. Far fewer people will want to have children if they find that getting cut open will be more likely experience if their pregnancy isn't successful.

However, pro-lifers will blame feminism, "the left," pro-choicers...effectively everyone but themselves for this. They'll say abortion rights advocates are fearmongering about the effects of the bans.

Prediction #2:

Pro-lifers are going to try to normalize unnecessary c-sections as a way to justify the effects of this situation. I promise we will see the regular anti-abortion suspects on and off Tumblr, be it anti-abortion accounts on this app or anti-abortion groups and activists justify this. Full stop.

Prediction #3:

Pro-lifers are also going to valorize women who die during childbirth as a way to make the increase in maternal death resulting from abortion-prohibitive policies more palatable to the general public. They did this with Gianna Molla years ago, so I fully expect to see a similar rhetoric in the next few years, or even months.

Prediction #4:

I expect to see sterilization among women, including women from minority populations, increase at least a little bit. Less women will want to risk pregnancy at all because of abortion-prohibitive policy AND other factors such as parental costs, and distribution of labor related to childbearing, so they're going to seek out the one option that prevents them from getting pregnant entirely.

And then conservatives will come for that too.

#pro choice #abortion #louisiana

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l3m-ntwo · 6 months

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Crying

in'm Gianna have a break odwnm

#liveblogging #badboyhalo #qsmp #qsmp purgatory

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newbordeaux · 1 year

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GIANNA DE’ BENCI - ASSASSIN’S CREED II

Parents be like “boys are easier” and then their daughter has to save the family from ruin

tagging people duhhh, ask to be added or removed 💗 @jennystahl @gwynbleidd @lavinet @lavampira @roberthouses @queennymeria @elliewilliums @elvves @jendoe

#assassin's creed #ac2 #assassin's creed oc #c: gianna #*mine #*edit #idk about the guy they used as ezio in this but icba to find another dude #SORRY if i tagged mutuals that arent on the list im tired and just @ed whoever came to mind #its definitely time for bed. also imagine theres a sexy biography in the caption lol

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So I thought about how Sal, at the beginning of Dear Diary, acts like he's not into glamorous princess-y girls, then I thought: 'no he is, he loves girls who want to be adored and pampered.' And it led to me designing his pre-Dear Diary ex.

🍷 ✨Gianna “Gigi” Nicosia✨🍷

Gianna is a lifelong resident of Tartosa. Her family operates a winery and they even import their wine to other countries.

She's from Terra Amorosa, and her family is 'wealthy' in a small-town sense. Like, she's well known, she's more privileged and spoiled than other girls, but she's present in-town and participates in local events. Therefore, when Sal met her family it was way different than meeting Eve’s mother because her parents were more like his grandmother’s companions/neighbors.

She's always wanted to leave Tartosa and reside in big cities like Del Sol Valley or San Myshuno! It's her heart's true home!

Sal convinced her to leave Tartosa and live with him. She lasted 5 months before going back home. Because A.) Her English wasn’t the best. B.) She was dealing with too much culture shock. C.) She was being treated poorly (indifferently) by Newcrest residents. She needed her family clout so she needed to get back to Tartosa. She and Sal’s relationship ended as a result.

She still romanticizes big city life and is constantly on the fence of not knowing whether she should come back or not. If she gives life in Newcrest another shot, she will likely give her shot at being a Simstagram model rather than finding a 9-to-5 job. She’s not subjecting herself to be verbally abused in the workplace again.

#:/ the minute i designed her first dress i was in love #dear diary extras #she'll appear in dear diary a long long long long long time from now #i also need to build her family home but i am LAZY

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angel-babycakes · 5 months

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This is from September so it’s a little old but I digress-

Like without context it seems so weird…but with context it makes sense like Araki fucking fumbled so bad by not making Diavolo and Doppio milfs, we could have had it all…but evil dilfs is also very delicious and more fitting to the plot…BUT MAKING EVIL MILFS IS MY SPECIALTY I WILL NOT LET YOU FOLKS GO HUNGRY BECAUSE MOMMY DOPPIO AND MOMMY DIAVOLO WILL GET US THROUGH LIFE MY BROTHERS WE RIDE AT DAWN RAAAAAAAAAAUGH-

But making Doppio and Diavolo women feels so good and more fitting cause Giorno was supposed to be a chick too yet I just love to humiliate Giorno/Gianna in many ways by Doppio and Diavolo/Diavola, it’s a very delicious flavor and I think the blonde little shit weasel needs a lesson in humbling “I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream” you are 15 SIT DOWN GO STUDY OR GET A JOB YOU EMO

But anyways Doppio has the spectacular bust size of a DD cup, small waist and good hips to give birth, Diavola has E cup tits and her curves are more prominent (just a little bit more so) do you see? But when Doppio gets pregnant/has her baby (or babies) her tits go to be an E cup with a bit of tummy squish (got me violently frothing and shaking😮‍💨) along with the c-section scar on the lower abdomen (cause of Trishie🫶) and Diavola’s tits would bump up to an F cup, am I unhinged? Yes! But do I love women and support their rights and wrongs? ALSO YES!

Plus there’s Doppio as a teenager (17-18) who had a bust of a C cup and whenever Diavola took over, she was D cup. If I was to add Donatella, she’s definitely a B-C cup as well and with Trish, she’s a C cup, because she’s supposed to resemble Doppio/Diavola way more than Donatella, do you see? It’s all in the genes and how they act based on my last post *pushes away chalkboard* now, that’s enough on my ted talk, my loves, stay tuned for more unhinged info and stay gorgeous, mwah!

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba doppio #jjba diavolo #jjba trish #jjba donatella una #headcanon #jjba headcanons #personal headcanon #I’m so right again #pov your in a yapping competition and your opponent is me #professional yapper #very long post

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can you an imagine w erik based on the song jungle by h.e.r

JUNGLE

There. Holding a papaya.. She turned and walked back to meet me at the meat stall having caught my stare. Skin like the velvet midnight, obsidian for eyes, legs like eternity. "Hey," she smiled.

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Waking Sniff. Deep regretful sigh.

"Hello?"

Congested snort. You were knocked out. Drunk maybe? Allergies.

"You up?"

I bite my lip picturing your confusion with a smile. You picked up. We ain't spoke in a couple months but.. You still picked up.

"What time is it," your still-waking growl purrrs through my body. Low grunts. Sleepy feminine energy. "It's 4 AM," you scold.

"You been drinking? You sound like you was having a good time."

Your best friend has a birthday around this time if I remember correctly. A club? Party maybe?

"It's 4 AM."

But you picked up. I smile.

"I swearrrr I spoke to you earlier."

"The fuck are you talking about."

So serious. You wonder why I tease you.

I remember your room. Your bed.

A/C on high, freezing me. Nothing out the blanket but your bonnet and even that is probably laying on the pillow as we speak.

Another snort.. Deep sigh like you do when you're breaking your nose rubbing it. Definitely allergies.

"You wouldn't happen to have a twin?"

"Where are you now," you ask catching my drift.

"Birnin Zana. Golden City. You'd fit in here.." You sigh but, "I'm serious, you should add it to your travel list. It's safe compared to some of the other places we've been."

Your mattress creaks and I listen quietly as you sit up, more awake.

Your silence means you're probably still wondering why I left you that night. After your ultimatum: marry me or leave now. After we made what I can only describe as magic.. more than love.

"Erik?" The question of my random presence on your line tonight I can feel. "..Why did you call me?"

I know I probably lost the right to call, to care, to experience you the way I did before, but..

It's midnight.. well, 4 AM in LA..

And you answered my call.

"All week.. I've been reminded of you," I smile remembering the woman in the market just today. "I see you.. in every woman I pass on these streets.."

Your sigh tells me small talk ain't it right now.

It's not exactly why I called..

"Ever consider a DNA test? 23andme?... I really think your family might have roots in Wakanda."

"Erik, what do you want?"

It's my turn to sigh, not knowing.

Once upon a time I thought I knew, but I'm still discovering things about myself.

I'm still developing who I am.

"I wanted to hear your voice.."

Really, I needed peace. Rekindling or closure. Either way, an answer.

Are we really over or just resting?

Because I still carry you.

"You couldn't wait til morning?"

We used to talk around the clock.

I developed a habit of calling you at any hour.

You used to do the same.

"Nah.. Gotta call you while I have courage."

"You haven't called, texted, visited.. nothing. And now all of a sudden-"

I still feel the positivity that flows between us. You love me. Truly.

You have deep unanswered feelings for me like I still have for you and maybe.. if I asked.. you'd take me back.

But it wouldn't change things.

"You want what I can't give you. Not yet, I'm not ready."

I wish it was different. I truly wish I could've said yes that night. My heart's been sick about it ever since.

"I'm not gonna wait for you."

"I don't expect you to."

But I wish you would..

"How's Gianna?"

That's right.. It did hurt you when I told you I slept with her. We were supposed to be together afterall.. you'd just told me that you loved me.

But you asked.

Despite what others would have you think, anything you've asked I've always answered truthfully. Even when it hurt you.

"I wouldn't know. I haven't really spoken to her since we had sex."

It's part of why you love me.

"So, how long are you in Wakanda this time?"

"Few more days of diplomacy and it's back to the states."

You're thinking of something to say now. Overthinking.

Maybe you don't want to give us too much hope.

Maybe you're scared to let me too close.

Maybe your pride is stopping you from saying too much, just like mine. That's why I'm impatient with the silence. I'm tryna hear exactly how you feel..

About us.

Are we still good?

Am I okay calling you like this? Like before?

"Tell your cousin I said hi," you word carefully.

I'm just glad we're talking.

I miss laughing with you. Butting heads. Talking shit. Sharing space.

"Tell your bestie I said happy birthday."

"Sure.." you sigh. "You were right. We threw her a surprise dinner at Hamilton's Steakhouse and then we hit the club."

"I figured. Y'all was blacking out last year. You called me from the club drunk remember?"

"Don't remind me! I don't even remember what I said."

It's cute, you so obviously do.

But I don't mind saying it.

"You said you wanted me to come get you, but then you wanted me to fuck you on top of the bar with everyone watching after taking a shot off your stomach. You wanted me to eat your p-"

"AH LALALA OK."

"And I showed up," I smirk reminiscing. "I put you on the bar. I took that shot where I licked the salt off your stomach. And then you got shy."

"I didn't wanna get banned!"

"Scary. What happened to the rush of risky public sex?"

"I like the thrill of ALMOST getting caught."

"You're a jungle, you know that? We didn't end up doing all that you said in the bar that night, but we did do it in the car. I had to pull over, eat my temporary fill.."

Then we took it to your place.

I get lost in the memory.

Same reason I called you.

Tonight the trees were too thick, I couldn't find my way out.. so I called you.

When I'm reminded of you, I'm homesick for your bed. Your arms and legs wrapped safely and warmly around me.

And it sounds like you've been waiting.

"Yeah..," you stall changing the energy to calm what we've reignited.

It's fine. I know better than to push knowing nothing's changed in what you or I need or intend toward one another.

But I'd been seeing you around.

I missed you..

And you answered.

"Yeah..," I sigh accepting that we both made a decision.

Sometimes love isn't enough no matter how true or passionate.

"Well, goodnight.. Just wanted to talk to you."

"I'm glad you called.."

And I can feel you hanging on grasping for something to say, a reason to stay on the line.

But like you said, it's 4 AM.

#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger imagine

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piusolbiate · 7 months

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C'ERA UNA VOLTA IL COTONIFICIO

Un evento che intende onorare un momento storico decisivo per l'evoluzione economico-sociale del nostro paese "...un novello stabilimento mosso dalle acque dell'Olona si vide sorgere in Solbiate, e tosto crebbe in guisa che fu il maggiore della Lombardia. E con la nuova del filare, aumentarono ancora l'avita arte del tessere, agli antichi telai a mano aggiungendone molti e molti meccanici" (Pasolini P.D., Memorie storiche della famiglia Ponti, Galeati, Imola 1876)

Il Comune di Solbiate Olona e la Commissione Biblioteca organizzano in collaborazione con il Gruppo Anziani Solbiatesi ...C'ERA UNA VOLTA IL COTONIFICIO... 23 Agosto 1823: inizia la storia di un avventura cotoniera che trasformerà la vita di un paese 21-22 ottobre 2023: Solbiate olona celebra il Bicentenario di fondazione del Cotonificio "Andrea Ponti" PROGRAMMA Sabato 21 Ottobre ore 16 presso il Centro Anziani di Solbiate Olona Inaugurazione della mostra documentaria allestita da Aldo Tronconi Presentazione del percorso narrativo "Storia di una industria e di un Paese" a cura di Ivan vaghi, Antonello Colombo, Annamaria Tomasini Domenica 22 Ottobre presso il Centro Socio-culturale di Solbiate Olona Vernissage della collettiva di pittori locali "Spazi e uomini di una industria cotoniera" Proiezione Video "Il Cotonificio di Solbiate 1823-2023" di Filippo D'Angelo con le interviste agli ex lavoratori ORARI DI APERTURA DELLA MOSTRA Domenica 22 ottobre dalle ore 10:00 alle ore 12:00 - dalle ore 15:00 alle ore 18:00 da Lunedì 23 a Venerdì 26 ottobre dalle ore 15:00 alle ore 18:00 Sabato 28 e domenica 29 ottobre dalle ore 10:00 alle ore 12:00 - dalle ore 15:00 alle ore 18:00 NOTE Il 23 agosto 1823 è una data importante per Solbiate Olona: "Si è principiato a lavorare il Cottone a Solbiate" scriveva il contabile della sede di Gallarate del Cotonificio di Solbiate. L'opificio sorse sull'area dei due mulini ad opera di Andrea Ponti, già industriale a Gallarate. La fabbrica occupò sin dall'inizio 153 operai di cui 12 donne. Ben presto la filatura si sviluppò: Cesare Cantù in "Illustrazione italiana del Lombardo-Veneto" del 1854 all'art. Solbiate Olona scrive: "Rimarchevole è la filatura della ditta Ponti, la più vasta che esista in lombardia e che occupa oltre 400 persone. Essa è illuminata a gas e contiene molti telai meccanici ed una vasta tintoria". Nel 1890 per interessamento di Andrea Ponti, la popolazione aumentata a 620 abitanti ebbe i primi servizi sociali: l'asilo e la scuola elementare fino alla terza classe. La lenta trasformazione del paese da eminentemente agricolo ad agricolo-industriale continuò. La popolazione aumentò sensibilmente tanto che nel 1913 a Solbiate gli abitanti erano 2350. Nel 2014 alla guida del Cotonificio ci furono uomini di grande valore come Federico ed Alfredo Tobler che sostituirono ettore Ponti, divenuto Senatore del regno: già da quel periodo i prodotti marca Gallo furono molto apprezzati. "In occasione del Centenario del Cotonificio fu iniziata la costruzione delle case operaie e donato al Comune il terreno per un nuovo e più grande Cimitero. Fu l'inizio di un periodo d'oro per il paese che, unico nella zona, aveva strade asfaltate, un centro sportivo ricreativo (il dopo-lavoro) con campi da tennis, gioco delle bocce, pista per corse, sala da ballo". (tratto da "Socio-Storia di Solbiate Olona", a cura delle insegnanti Sandra Sartori Colombo e Gianna Limido Bellancini delle classi 3^B e 3^C, Anno scolastico 1975/76)

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manyfandomocs · 8 months

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WBW for my son Ashton?

You know when I reblogged those this is actually the one I was expecting

B A S I C S

full name: Ashton Lucas Daniels

gender: Cisgender Male

sexuality: Gay

pronouns: He/Him

O T H E R S

family: Xavier Daniels (father), Gianna Daniels (mother)

birthplace: Lima, Ohio

job: Waiter at Breadstix

phobias: Clowns

guilty pleasures: The New Directions, RENT

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: chaotic neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extrovert

organized/disorganized: disorganized

close minded/open-minded: open-minded

calm/anxious: anxious

disagreeable/agreeable: disagreeable

cautious/reckless: reckless

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: outspoken

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic (pretends otherwise)

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Ashton/Blaine

ot3: Ashton/Blaine/Sam

brotp: Ashton/Rachel since I already said Santana for the niche

notp: Ashton/Puck

#answered #ashton daniels #randomestfandom #world building wednesday

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newsiesjathrine · 8 months

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Part 2/2 of my completed masterlist

Chicago fire

Name

Portrayed by

Position

Seasons

Matthew Casey

Jesse Spencer

Lieutenant, Truck 81

Main[a]

Guest

Kelly Severide

Taylor Kinney

Lieutenant, Squad 3

Main

Gabriela Dawson

Monica Raymund

Paramedic in Charge, Firefighter

Main

Guest

Leslie Elizabeth Shay

Lauren German

Paramedic

Main

Guest

Peter Mills

Charlie Barnett

Firefighter, Paramedic

Main

Christopher Herrmann

David Eigenberg

Lieutenant, Engine 51

Main[b]

Dr. Hallie Thomas

Teri Reeves

Resident Physician

Main[b]

Wallace Boden

Eamonn Walker

Battalion Chief

Main

Brian "Otis" Zvonecek

Yuri Sardarov

Firefighter

Recurring

Main[c]

Randall "Mouch" McHolland

Christian Stolte

Firefighter

Recurring

Main

Joe Cruz

Joe Minoso

Firefighter, Engineer

Recurring

Main

Sylvie Brett

Kara Killmer

Paramedic

Main

Jessica "Chili" Chilton

Dora Madison

Paramedic

Guest

Main[d]

Jimmy Borelli

Steven R. McQueen

Firefighter Candidate, Paramedic

Main[e]

Stella Kidd

Miranda Rae Mayo

Firefighter, Engineer

Recurring

Main

Emily Foster

Annie Ilonzeh

Paramedic

Main

Blake Gallo

Alberto Rosende

Firefighter Candidate

Main[f]

Darren Ritter

Daniel Kyri

Firefighter Candidate

Recurring

Main

Gianna Mackey

Adriyan Rae

Paramedic

Main[g]

Violet Mikami

Hanako Greensmith

Paramedic

Some shows have one or multiple OCs like shameless and friends

House

Allison

Remy

Lisa

James

Once upon a time

Regina

emma

Ruby

Shameless

helene

Florence (oc)

Friends

Ross

Chandler

Monica

Rachel

Phoebe

Mike

Joey

Emily

Ben

Chandler

Leslie

Frank jr jr

Emma

Erica

Jack

Skylar

Amy

Austin

Jill

Elle

Emmett

Charlotte

Scott

Kate

Aaron

Carol

Susan

Elizabeth

Jack

William

Rose

Michell

Michael

Code black

Rox

Ariel

Ethan

Raza Jaffrey as Dr. Neal Hudson, an ER attending physician. A British-Indian former surgeon, his approach is quieter and more people-oriented, than his mentor Dr. Rorish. He connected with Christa during her first year of residency. In "Hail Mary", Hudson becomes a surgical attending, and is once again assigned to the ER (season 1).[7][8]

Bonnie Somerville as Dr. Christa Lorenson, a mature first-year resident. She was married with a son who died of brain cancer. Her experience and her divorce inspired her to attend medical school (season 1).[7]

Melanie Chandra as Dr. Malaya Pineda, a first-year resident (seasons 1–2). She went to medical school and did her internship at Angels Memorial, and is more familiar with the ER. She is a lesbian, who was once involved with a resident when she was a medical student.

William Allen Young as Dr. Rollie Guthrie, an ER attending physician with a very nurturing style; he takes Angus under his wing in his first days in the ER. Guthrie's wife committed suicide, a death that strained his relationship with his son, a surgeon. During season 2, Guthrie is diagnosed with Parkinson's disease, and undergoes corrective neurological surgery to delay the onset of symptoms. Guthrie had a daughter who died from carbon monoxide poisoning while Guthrie tried to save his son from a similar death.

Harry Ford as Dr. Angus Leighton, a first-year resident. His father is on the hospital board. He feels overshadowed by that and by the achievements of his older brother, a former resident, but slowly grows in confidence. In his second year he is encouraged to transfer and become a surgical resident.

Benjamin Hollingsworth as Dr. Mario Savetti, a first-year resident. He grew up poor and sees emergency medicine as his way out. He worked as a bartender before medical school.

Luis Guzmán as Jesse Salander, known as "Mama". A senior nurse who manages the residents, Jesse is tough but caring and supportive of the students. He and Dr. Rorish have a long-term, close friendship.

Boris Kodjoe as Dr. Will Campbell, Chief of Surgery. In season 2 he is assigned as the new Chief of the combined Surgery and Emergency medicine department in order to save costs, causing strife between him and Rorish. Campbell has a disabled daughter (season 2–3; recurring in season 1).

Jillian Murray as Dr. Heather Pinkney, a surgical resident who becomes involved with Mario.(season 2; recurring in season 1). He quickly ends it when he hears about her side relationship with Dr. Campbell. She gets in further trouble when it's revealed she's providing Angus with Adderall. When confronted by Campbell, she threatens to turn their past relationship into a sexual harassment case.

Noah Gray-Cabey as Elliot Dixon, a first-year resident in the ER (season 2-3).

Emily Tyra as Noa Kean, an ER resident and former dancer. She begins a relationship with Dr. Mario Savetti (season 3; recurring season 2)

Emily Alyn Lind as Ariel Braeden (season 3; guest seasons 1–2)

Shiri Appleby as Dr. Carla Niven, a former resident at Angels Memorial and Malaya's ex-girlfriend. She is diagnosed with leukemia while pregnant, and refuses treatment not wanting to harm the baby.

Christina Vidal as Dr. Gina Perello, the replacement Director of the Emergency Department at Angels Memorial, who takes over when Dr. Taylor is put on leave.

Gabrielle Carteris as Amy Wolowitz, R.N., a nurse in the Emergency Department.

Meagan Good as Dr. Grace Adams, returns to the ER after volunteering in Haiti. She is Dr. Neal Hudson's ex-girlfriend.

Season 2[edit]

Nafessa Williams as Charlotte Piel, a new first-year resident in the ER who was formerly a popular teenaged actress.

Kathleen Rose Perkins as Dr. Amanda Nolan, a psychiatrist at the hospital.

Season 3[edit]

Tyler Perez as Diego Avila, son of a hospital board member and a first-year resident. He drives the staff and patients crazy by filming them to make a documentary about the Angels ER.

Alex Lange as Max, a young cancer patient with whom Ariel strikes up a friendship, which turns into young love.

Rosewood

Morris Chestnut as Dr. Beaumont Darius Rosewood, Jr.[6]

Jaina Lee Ortiz as Det. Annalise Villa[6]

Gabrielle Dennis as Pippy Rosewood, Beaumont's sister[6]

Anna Konkle as Tara Milly Izikoff (TMI), Pippy's girlfriend/wife[6]

Domenick Lombardozzi as Captain/Detective Ira Hornstock[6]

Lorraine Toussaint as Donna Rosewood, Beaumont's mother[7]

Sam Huntington as Dr. Mitchie Mendelson (season 2; recurring, season 1)[8]

Eddie Cibrian as Captain Ryan Slade (season 2) [9]

Kamal Angelo Bolden as Ju-Ju

Andrea "Andy" Herrera

Jaina Lee Ortiz

Main

Dr. Benjamin "Ben" Warren

Jason George

Main

Jack Gibson

Grey Damon

Main

Victoria "Vic" Hughes

Barrett Doss

Main

Ryan Tanner

Alberto Frezza

Main

Recurring

Travis Montgomery

Jay Hayden

Main

Dean Miller

Okieriete Onaodowan

Main[b]

Maya DeLuca-Bishop

Danielle Savre

Main

Pruitt Herrera

Miguel Sandoval

Main

Guest

Robert Sullivan

Boris Kodjoe

Main[c]

Dr. Carina DeLuca-Bishop

Stefania Spampinato

Recurring

Main

Theo Ruiz

Carlos Miranda

Recurring

Main

Sean Beckett

Josh Randall

Recurring

Main

Natasha Ross

Merle Dandridge

Recurring

Main

Michael Dixon

Pat Healy

Recurring

Guest

Main

Molly

Pruitt

Pruitt Arike Miller

Anthony Edwards

Mark Greene

S [a]

George Clooney

Doug Ross

S.G

S [a]

Sherry Stringfield

Susan Lewis

S [a]

Noah Wyle

John Carter

S [a]

Julianna Margulies

Carol Hathaway

S [a]

Eriq La Salle

Peter Benton

S [a]

Gloria Reuben

Jeanie Boulet

S.G

Laura Innes

Kerry Weaver

S [a]

Maria Bello

Anna Del Amico

Alex Kingston

Elizabeth Corday

S [a]

Kellie Martin

Lucy Knight

Paul McCrane

Robert Romano

S.G

Goran Visnjic

Luka Kovač

S.G

Michael Michele

Cleo Finch

Erik Palladino

Dave Malucci

Ming-Na Wen

Jing-Mei "Deb" Chen

Maura Tierney

Abby Lockhart

Sharif Atkins

Michael Gallant

S.G

Mekhi Phifer

Greg Pratt

S.G

Parminder Nagra

Neela Rasgotra

Linda Cardellini

Sam Taggart

Shane West

Ray Barnett

Scott Grimes

Archie Morris

John Stamos

Tony Gates

David Lyons

Simon Brenner

Angela Bassett

Catherine Banfield

Greys anatomy

Maredith

Derek

Izzie

Alex

Amelia

Christina

Maggie

Zola

Teddy

Callie

Arizona

Addison

Lexie

April

Miranda

Rebecca

Erica

Sadie

Stephanie

Megan

Leah

Nicole

Eliza

Penelope

Heather

Tara

Catherine

Simone

Jules

Virgina

Margret

Lucy

Nicole

Sydney

Graciela

Megan

Laura

Heather

Sam

Dahlia

katherine

Private Practice

Kate Walsh

Addison Montgomery

Main

Tim Daly

Pete Wilder

Main

Audra McDonald[a]

Naomi Bennett

Main

Guest

Paul Adelstein

Cooper Freedman

Main

KaDee Strickland

Charlotte King

Main

Chris Lowell

William "Dell" Parker

Main

Taye Diggs

Sam Bennett

Main

Amy Brenneman

Violet Turner

Main

Brian Benben

Sheldon Wallace

Recurring

Also starring[b]

Main

Caterina Scorsone

Amelia Shepherd

Recurring

Main

Benjamin Bratt

Jake Reilly

Guest

Main

Griffin Gluck

Mason Warner

Books

lizzie

william

jane

edward

beth

benny

anne

fredrick

molly

richard

charlotte

sydney

allison

lucas

emma watson

mr. howard

catherine

henry

marianne

brandon

brach

amy

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amazo

margret

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elinor

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katherine and michael

sophia

dylan

sebastion and maggie

penelope

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amira and martian

margret

milo

enzo and ansley

anne

andrew

honeymoon

ellie

leo

cara and foster

island

beth

micah

elodie and cody

island

grace

george

faye and zack

england

emma and atlas

nellie

connor

nova and kalen

anne and william

laney and michael

lydia

authour

cynthia

penelope

april rose

mara

bing

brandon

marcus

frank

lalani

frank

mary

caroline

jane

maria

sam

jackson

jolene

ricky

leila

charlotte

finn

annette

emma

alex

fitz

kitty

charles

matt

izzy

jhon

james

mrs reynolds

ricky

jim

mike

harriet

bobby

ryan

catherine

ausin

townes

annie

maddy

sam

vasily

jane

naveen

gigi

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