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today is my husband’s 30th birthday~ 💮 I wanted to draw him something special 🥰

#my art #can you find the hidden wombat ? #hehe #I care him <3

[n7punk]

Let Me Ride Fic Notes

These notes are going to be shorter/looser than usual, this was an utter lie and I don't know why I thought I could abide by it when I wrote it a month ago. Anyway, Let Me Ride is done and as always I have meta.

Epilogue Life:

It's all set up in the fic, but they start working on spending time together more, talking things out, and generally fixing their relationship. They still have more growing to do, and integrating their lives and new friendships is kind of a struggle, but they get there.

Catra focuses on street racing a while, which is honestly good for their relationship at first because Catra feels like her skill is finally respected, but it's also really dangerous. As she slowly gets brought on as additional help ("as needed") around the track, she also gets access to the track itself during downtime through favoritism, and though she finds street racing a lot more fun, she can also acknowledge it's a lot safer for both herself and others to race on the track. She never fully quits being a nuisance on the roads - and neither does Adora, even if she stops participating in organized races - but she does slow down ("You've made me boring," she accuses Adora. That kind of stuff), it just takes a while.

Entrapta and Scorpia keep living together for a while until Scorpia ends up meeting Perfuma through the track (context further in the notes) and they spark up a relationship.

Playlist:

Dressed To Kill by The Wombats, Disco Heart by Gia Woods, Lesbionic by Gia Woods, Pineapple Slice by Tove Lo, WET by Lauren Sanderson, uh oh by Tate McRae (again), Whiplash by Alex Cappelli, 20 Questions by Zolita (yeah, I know it's a cheating song and the hook-ups aren't actually a problem in here, but it's more the energy of "Oh, did you get everything you wanted? Was it worth it?" applied to Adora leaving), and finally: Kiss Goodnight by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. (All of this capitalization is correct).

Chapter 1:

"Let me ride" is... well we all know what it is, but it's also Adora quite literally going "Angella please let me ride", being told no, and then going sulking - accidentally - right into Catra's arms.

I don't think I ever mentioned this, actually, but there's been a steady amount of motorcycle catradora art over the years that of course acts as the big inspiration/motivation for doing a motorcycle AU.

Adora says she "shouldn't" look at the magicat because she's expecting one of two outcomes: 1) it's some random magicat and she might be in for another painful experience like she talks about in Chapter 4, or 2) it actually is Catra and everything ends up hurting more. She wasn't expecting a third choice.

As implied later and unsurprisingly, Adora is autistic in this, hence her strong attraction to certain sensations and need for them or else she gets deeply unsettled. She's just the rare case of an autistic not bothered by sound.

I decided to go with naming the bikes Swift Wind and Melog partially because Swift Wind just made sense for Adora's bike but also because Melog's role in the show as, essentially, a therapy animal for Catra underscores how much of her mental well-being is coming from racing at that point in her life.

Chapter 2:

Neighorhoods like Glimmer's are far from standard where I live right now, but I have seen them here and there when traveling in both fancy and Very Average (or less) neighborhoods. There's no driveway in the front, so the front yards have ~aesthetic~ paths to the front door, and then there's a normal backyard and behind the back fence is a hidden driveway with a back street between the street rows to reach it. It kind of doubles the amount of street needed for a "single street" of houses since they have the "real" (for show) wide streets out front and then narrower backstreets between backyards.

Mentioning them using the strap facedown the first time was supposed to lowkey be a reference to toht, which was the first time I wrote strapping, only I just realized I'm actually thinking of the first strap scene in SLAS so... listen all the smut blends together.

This whole fic was supposed to be 20k and then chapter 2 alone ended up 9k because I couldn't control them and I realized I was a lost cause.

Chapter 3:

Adora speculates on it, but Catra cut her hair both because it was getting in the wound on her neck and making it hard to care for and because it changes her appearance pretty dramatically and makes her feel better about avoiding the Horde and the cops.

Of course Adora blames herself for Entrapta leaving. She's Adora. It's not like she's the newbie and no one who knew Entrapta better could do it either - no, she's the reason Catra found out about Entrapta, so it's her fault.

Adora genders her bike because she has pack-bonded with it, but Catra (though Extremely attached to her own bike) finds it weird to gender cars and the like.

Catra and Scorpia are staying at Entrapta's apartment because Catra ended up moving in with Scorpia after the breakup, and then they were worried about the Horde seeking retribution on them (rightfully) so they moved in with Entrapta since the Horde hadn't actually had reason to learn her address yet, and that way they could all be together to fight back if someone came after them.

Shadow Weaver betraying Catra and the Horde is a mirror of that arc from season two/three, but in this case Catra ended up fully banished because she was never given a path of redemption (even one that was intended to be a suicide mission so Hordak could keep Entrapta happy) and she's lowkey a shoot on sight order for the Horde, only the Horde doesn't really kill people, it's just that if they did she would be the first. She knows way too much and supposedly is already willing to work with the cops, making her a bigger risk than Adora was when she walked. She isn't actually in danger of being killed, but it's best she steers clear from the Horde in every way that she can.

Hordak "seducing" Entrapta wasn't like, real seducing for multiple reasons. In this AU, Hordak is focused on getting in with the Prime organized crime group to work towards expansion, so he hasn't worked with Entrapta but he is around the shop enough to know how useful she is and thus tried to convince her to stay. Part of that "seduction" was stuff like offering her better builds, which is better than sex in motivation for Entrapta lol. In the end, though, he was threatening to kill her friend for something Entapta couldn't see being Catra's fault. Entrapta was also pretty close with Catra and Melog was enough motivation on their own.

She was kind of missing the racers back at the track, too, and sticking with the Horde through this meant she had little chance of going back. While she was free to build without legal restrictions, monetary ones were a much bigger confining factor than they had been at the track, and she wasn't really allowed to do whatever she wanted on most customer cars since they asked for one thing and that was all Shadow Weaver and Hordak wanted to give them. Giving out upgrades for free is bad business, as is doing expensive upgrades that weren't asked for and holding the car hostage until they're paid for. The shop had downsides along with its benefit.

Catra was out in the garage for several minutes because she was 1) composing herself but also 2) looking over "Swift Wind" and inspecting what changes Adora had made (basically everything but the frame) and especially how careful she was when she removed things, looking to see if she left dents or scuffs on Catra's bike (for the most part she didn't because she was careful). It was her trying to determine how respectful Adora was when she took the parts (an act Catra considers disrespectful in itself, but she's aware at this point that Adora doesn't see it that way, so she wants to see how well she did treat it in the process).

Adora just happened to throw her jacket really well so it stayed hanging up on it all night. It seemed like the kind of stupid, jocky thing that Catra thought Adora would practice so she looked smooth when she took off her jacket and acted all effortless - probably flexing her muscles in the process, which would be impressive if they weren't already making out at that point.

When Adora says Entrapta "cuffed" Swift Wind it's not supposed to be racing terminology, but rather personal slang they use do to their origins in this fic, referencing being arrested and handcuffed.

Adora calls Swift Wind "one of the few things Catra has taken proud in", which is partially true, but mostly that's because she's never had the opportunity to do a lot of things she's proud of. Her mechanical skill is about all she has gotten and Swift Wind, being a long time project of her with lots of funds poured into it, and being the only vehicle she has worked on other than Melog that she "keeps", is in another league. It's also missing the context that Catra wasn't only upset about Swift Wind being taken apart because she was proud of her own work, but also because it was the only damn thing she has ever been able to do for Adora with how Shadow cornered them.

Chapter 4:

I was really hoping this would be the last chapter. So hopeful, in fact, that my chapter headings looked like this:

(Obviously I did not end up needing a Chapter 6, but whenever I make a doc I always include a few more chapters than I think I need because I know myself at this point. Also I wrote this bulletpoint before I was halfway through Chapter 4, so hubris really could have gotten me there.)

Obviously Adora isn't really a pillow princess but Catra likes to rile her up.

Catra is so boneless after taking care of Adora because she has been soothed right down to her soul by Adora giving everything over to her like that, trusting her in a way she now knows Adora has only ever trusted her. And then it's her turn 🥰

Adora's speculation was right. Part of Catra's planning was just general scheming behavior and she absolutely wasn't sore after breakfast - and wasn't even really that sore in Chapter 3 either - but letting Adora think that gave her an excuse for slow sex without admitting that's what she actually wanted.

I had so many ideas for when they were laying in bed (pre- and post-sex) in both this chapter and chapter 3, it was ridiculous. Like there's no way I could have used all of them and some of them contradicted each other anyway. That's part of why the smut in this surprised me: 90% of what I had outlined was cuddling and conversation, and then that did Not end up being 90% of the fic.

The "dark edge" to Catra's voice when Adora said her time with the other magicat was gross was her being 100% ready to kill the other woman if she had mistreated Adora.

Honestly my first A/N in the fic was more about the emotional growth these girls still need to go through than the... questionable decisions they have made. Adora is still in her "don't be a burden" mode, and Catra needs to grow into vulnerability more, although she makes good progress in the fic. The rest of that growth is set up by them finally getting back together. They have more to learn and they are going to fight, but after going through the breakup, they can handle it now.

Catra isn't trying to be mean about the plushie - honestly, it makes her affectionate - but it's extremely Adora and that makes her laugh.

When I say the unicorn's mane is "plastic" I mean like really shitty synthetic threads that straight up feel like plastic and tangle easily. That shit is all over "little girls'" toys and it's a nightmare both to touch and maintain.

Adora mentions buying the lingerie for herself because she's never actually worn it in front of anybody else and she didn't want Catra to think she'd done it for some hookup. She had a lot of issues post-breakup, including esteem issues, and it was Glimmer's suggestion. She has put it on once or twice but mostly relegated it to a corner. Post-making-up, however, it finally gets some fun use.

My outline for the end of the chapter was: ["let me drive you home?" "no you cant" BECAUSE SHES ALREADY HOME].

When Catra mentions going back to check on Entrapta, that's partially because Entrapta is getting increasingly more unhinged the longer she goes without work, and because she wants to go talk to her about coming back to the track so they can move onto the next phase of the plan now she knows she wants to go through with it.

Obviously the chapter title is in reference to how I was supposed to have everything wrapped up in the fourth chapter, but it's also kind of the thread throughout the entire fic, expecting every kiss and interaction to be the last.

Chapter 5:

I like the bookending of music being in the first and last chapter, the mentions of sound distortion being in both, and each one ending with them racing off together. I find that kind of thing fun.

Entrapta "isn't a threat" in that everyone at the track knows she would never do anything to hurt them. Girl can absolutely be a threat if she wants to be.

Entrapta hadn't come back to the track immediately because, after becoming friends with Catra and hearing all her rants about Adora, she realized she might not be welcome and they could be mad at her for abandoning them, something that had never occurred to her. It's an aspect of relationships that wasn't immediately obvious to her, but she's been misunderstood and outcast before, mostly in school when she was the subject of a misunderstanding, so it was just easier to not go back and tell herself she liked the freedom of doing whatever personal project she wanted. It was really starting to wear on her though and she wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. Catra knew that and getting Entrapta settled back at the track was also part of her agenda when it came to going home with Adora. Catra promised her she could come back that night, after Adora had texted, and she wasn't at all surprised when Entrapta wanted to go immediately, though she convinced her to wait until morning. It moved up the time table on her though and made it harder for her to plan past that in time, something she couldn't do before without seeing how Adora would react to her first.

Entrapta used a simplified ("for younger audiences") dictionary to fall asleep (if she had it her way, it would have been the full thing, but 1, her parents were the ones who had final say and 2, kiiiiind of hard to find audiobooks of the dictionary), one that was designed to introduce new words to kids/teens without going into a million variations of them. I decided this because when I tried to use a real dictionary, I couldn't find my physical one and online dictionary databases are like, a word and then 20 variants of it before moving onto the next one, which didn't really work well for the joke. I ended up searching "words that start with 'au'" on wordhippo and filtering it to common words and then using a couple of the unique words.

Catra went the club a few times without Adora showing throughout the year they were broken up, but like half the times she went without Adora showing were very recent, once she put this plan together and just needed to run into Adora to enact it. As Adora made partying more infrequent, it was harder to find her, but since Adora was also pretty consistent on which days she went, it wasn't all that hard.

I got an ask about what "The Scene™️" is for LMR, and I couldn't answer it 100% honestly then, but I can elaborate now. If you're new, The Scene is the scene (or scenes) that I consider the "big scenes" for the fic, things that really motivated me to write it in the first place or that a lot was building up to/riding on, or that are just a part of the fic I'm super excited for, whether that means to write or share it. For this fic, I had so much outlined that I was excited to write that it's hard to pick one, but if I have to narrow it down to Just One, the conversation in the kitchen where Catra reveals she's hooking up with Entrapta and they finally start to talk things out is probably the answer, with runner-up the scene in the observation deck where Catra reveals the events of the entire fic were planned. When I wrote chapter one at the very beginning, I didn't really do it with that context, but by the time I was doing the final edit I think I knew that was going to be the big reveal, so it has been a secret throughline from chapter 2 at the latest, depending when it happened and how you want to count it. The fic was both building to it, and could exist outside of it, because while it contextualized Catra's actions, before that it was just a hookup and growing fic, and that worked too, but I do think this is a pretty solid moment. I was really excited for all the cuddling and morning after conversation, though, so it's really hard to pick one and say that's it.

I just realized I never said it, but Scorpia got Catra the leather jacket (along with matching ones for her and Entrapta, though Scorpia's is actually a vest because finding one that fit her arms and worked with her spikes wasn't happening. Entrapta doesn't really wear hers because it's a Restrictive Sensation to her) after the stabbing as a bonding, here's-the-symbol-of-our-new-group thing, even though they didn't really have a new group, she was just trying to make Catra feel better about being kicked out of the Horde.

I also never said it in the fic because the scene mentioning it got cut, but the Horde isn't actually based out of Bright Moon, they're like an hour away over the city line to the next town, where Glimmer drove when she wanted to see street racing hoping to avoid people recognizing her (and Bow went with her to make sure she was okay). Catra came to Bright Moon downtown to dance the first time she ran into Adora because they just have a better scene there and then after that she kept coming back for her. It means it isn't too hard for them to avoid the Horde and their old life once they decide to move on.

Sea Hawk is a racer and Mermista is his girlfriend who he has been trying to convince to be his umbrella girl for ages just because he wants to show her off (in a "that's my girl!" way not in like, an objectifying way) but she's refused because that means publicly acknowledging she likes him, something she'll still deny to their friends when they catch them in the middle of making out.

Ok, so umbrella girls (or, apparently, just "the umbrellas" which is. insanely objectifying). I'm not going to pretend to know a lot about them, but I did google some stuff. I was introduced to them when I watched a MotoGP race to see what I was dealing with back when I was first planning this and there were tall supermodel ladies holding umbrellas over the racers before the race started to... protect them from the elements, I guess? Anyway, I don't know if they have to meet all these Requirements like cheerleaders, but it's my AU so I say that in Etheria they're Some Hot Lady who also does promo work for their racer/team and helps deal with sponsors. If you want to be more diverse (and/or get some publicity) you can pick a more unconventional choice like a dude or something. Perfuma is Adora's usual umbrella lady, and she's also a model with this basically being a sidegig she does because she finds the racing and racers hot. Also racing isn't a segregated sport on Etheria, which I'm Pretty Confident it is IRL.

Original Outline:

Surprising Nobody, Probably, this AU is actually two AUs combined. I had the backstory for Let Me Ride (MotoGP/street racing AU) with a few failed attempts at a story for it that never seemed that interesting to me (interesting to read, but not to write, at least not enough for me to actually do it) and I had what I called the "fuckboi drummer" AU, which is what half of the plot for this fic is, but that fic had no backstory or justification for why they were fighting and I just couldn't come up with one that matched the animosity between them, so the two ideas ended up fitting together well.

There were several original stabs at plot for LMR, but the most recent state of it before it became This was that Adora and Catra were both street racers, but they only had the one bike (Adora's bike) so Catra was mostly shoe-horned into the mechanic role, and when Adora got basically sponsored by Glimmer to become a real racer she was like "this is great, we'll move to Bright Moon and I'll pay for you to go to college and do whatever you want", not realizing what Catra wanted was to race and that had been totally discarded. Which like, still is kind of the backstory of the AU, just with some details changed.

The only plot I had after that was that Catra went solo in illegal races once Adora was gone and had her own fancy bike (thus not needing the one Catra built anymorer) and so Catra started tricking it out and eventually got sponsors. She was able to buy her way into low-level professional races and worked her way up through the circuit the traditional way instead of getting scouted and jumping straight to the big leagues. Aaaaaand that was mostly it. I took a couple stabs at coming up with a plot beyond "Oh Catra went up a rank and is getting one step closer to racing Adora" but nothing ever really materialized. At one point they were orphans who stole the bike and Adora was the only racer because they only owned one helmet lol.

For the fuckboi drummer AU, I'd been thinking for a while that Adora would like drums because it feels like hitting shit, and well, there's that TikTok, so I was bored waiting in the parking lot and basically started outlining the hook-up and morning after scenes with the vague idea that the backstory was they ran into each other again at a club and Catra is aware Adora has been hooking up ever since they broke up because she's a little broken inside. Catra comes home with her, they have one night together, and Catra Does Actually Leave in the morning.

The part that existed in the parking lot but that I was never planning on actually writing was that then a few days later Catra does a splice with one of Adora's TikToks - because Adora's drumming was vaguely plot relevant and she sometimes posts short drumming covers on her TikTok just for fun and the compliments she gets on her arms - where Catra sings the words that would go with that part of the song. The song in question was the one I was listening to in the car at the time, the chorus of "Good For Her" by Mothica. Adora comments back "this is so fucked up, Catra", leading to some mild internet drama since they both had a few thousand followers and people in the comments were like oo what 👀 Yeah I wasn't ever planning to write that TikTok part but I was bored XD After that Catra comes around for a second time and this time she stays and there's all that morning after stuff.

When I went to actually write the fuckboi drummer AU, it got condensed down to meeting at the club and going home together with Catra staying permanently after that and all the morning after type stuff. Of course, as I went to write it I found I needed a legitimate backstory, and that's when the "all backstory" AU combined with the "I'm bored in the parking lot" AU and we got the final version of Let Me Ride with at least a bit of an overarching plot in Catra secretly planning it all.

#lmr #ficmeta #fic notes

[carbuncle-paws]

Fanfic playlist guide: When Angels Fall with Broken Wings

We now have a playlist for my Your Boyfriend fanfic, When Angels Fall with Broken Wings!

Here's the playlist on spotify!

This post is meant to give a little more context to the songs in relation to my story! It'll show which songs apply to which chapters too, and quote the most applicable lyrics. Some general things to note:

Anything by the Wombats is from the POV of the reader

Almost everything else is Peter's POV

Sometimes the gendered language in a song might be confusing, there's one that refers to a 'she' but for our purposes, it's talking about Peter. Just ignore any gendered language.

This playlist doesn't include the hidden songs linked in my story (the ones that hint at the plot), you'll have to find those yourself for now! I'll go easy on you though, the chapters with hidden links in them are 8 and 10.

And with that, here are the songs!

Lemon to a Knife Fight by The Wombats Chapter 1-2, reader's POV "I push and you tend to shove I give in and you don't give up I'm not getting out of here this time I brought a lemon to a knife fight

I kick and you like to punch I'm unhinged and you're undone I'm not getting out of here alive I brought a lemon to a knife fight"

Too Tired to Wink by Ludo Chapter 5, Peter's POV "But look at all the stars (the stars) We've come so far (so far) Even if we don't know where we are It's gotta be some where great

Man I don't even know what you're sayin' But I can't wait for more off this to come my way 'Cause you take what you get and you try not to think Or am I just to tired to wink"

Is This What It Feels Like to Feel Like This by The Wombats Chapter 10, reader's POV "And the world is a glass and it's overflown You can self-improve, but you're still on your own And who am I to tell you what I think you should do? Oh, who am I, but just the third wheel in the room? And we terrify each other and act obscene The world is just a used pinball machine Strange fluids occupy the shine on your lips Is this what it feels like to feel like this?"

#when angels fall - fanfic #when angels fall spoilers

[zhaaix]

IoRyuu in Cherry Magic AU

I think IoRyuu in 《30歳まで童貞だと魔法使いになれるらしい》（Cherry Magic! 30 Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!）AU would be very interesting! I can't write a fanfiction in English, so I just write down some fantasies with the help of online translator. Most of them are fragments from my other SNS account.

The setting is that Io Naruko, a virgin favored by the god of love (Wombat), gains the power to read minds by touching people and discovers that the playboy Ryuu Zao, whom he has been secretly in love with for two years, actually likes him back! Once he have s○x with his true love, the magic will disappear.

- Io reads Ryuu's fantasy about Io' nαked body and blushes with embarrassment but continues reading on, pretending to be calm.

- reads about Ryuu's hidden jealousy.

- reads that Akoya wants to take him away from Ryuu.

- reads Atsushi's thoughts: "Ryuu loves Io. It's so obvious." and by the way reads about Kusatsu in Atsushi's mind. Shocked.

- Others think Ryuu's success is all thanks to his pretty looks. Io has defended Ryuu before gaining the power to read minds.

- At first, Io thinks that Ryuu only likes him temporarily and that he's only slightly better than Ryuu's other dating partners. It's not until Ryuu embraces him and confesses his love that Io finally realizes that Ryuu truly loves him.

- Just like in the Cherry Magic movie, Io has to work in a faraway place for months and wants to use his mind-reading magic to find out if Ryuu really wants him to leave. Ryuu pretends to be not sad and doesn't want Io to read his mind. After they separate, Ryuu can't enjoy his dates with other girls, and though Io earns a lot of money, he isn't happy. It's not that Ryuu doesn't support Io or Io simply leaves without a care. They just need to talk and shouldn't hide all their sorrows inside.

- Io believes that only money won't betray him. His mind-reading magic lets him know that someone will be loyal to him and truly love him. He finally believes someone from the bottom of heart.

- "Even if you lose your magic, will you still be with me? You'll be earning a lot less."

"I can make enough money for both of us to go on a long vacation in the Cayman Islands with my own abilities, you know ;-)"

- The magic disappears in the end.

#ioryuu #boueibu #binan koukou chikyuu bouei bu love! #cute high earth defense club love

[rentcampervan]

5 National Parks You Cannot Miss on your Visit to Melbourne

When we have a campervan rental Melbourne, the itch to go on a roadtrip and visit some incredible places doesn’t go away. If anything, you want to hit the road for an adventure and grab some pleasant moments. The same happens when you go to Melbourne, which is home to the best cricket ground, one of the best monuments and several heritage/historical places. It is known as the sporting capital of the world. If you are in Melbourne, you cannot escape these aspects of the city. However, there is more to Melbourne than culture, history and sports. There is a side that is hidden deep in the parks and rainforests. Here, we will take a look at all the national parks that are added to the must-visit list of Melbourne. 1.    Wilsons Promontory National Park Popularly known as Wilsons Prom, this is home to several rugged granite mountains and whole set of interesting wildlife. You will see some beautiful animals including the kangaroos and wombats hidden peacefully in this national park. This place is where you should take your motorhome hire Melbourne for a trip into the wild and the beautiful. It houses scenic beauty with wildlife that need to be protected. You can spend an entire day at the National Park; once you are done looking at the species, you can go to the Norman beach. There are several other beaches as well where you can go snorkeling or to just lie down. 2.    Churchill National Park This park is located along a 271 hectare area land in Greater Melbourne. You will find several native animals, birds and reptiles in this park. It was built in the year 1944 in honor of the Prime Minister of England Sir Winston Churchill. Apart from bird watching, people can take the walking or hiking trails for a quick adventure. There are biking paths too in this park. The ground is built to own some spectacular picnic spots and barbeque tables as well. you can stay in your campervan rental Melbourne in the night to watch some unique animal species. 3.    Organ Pipes National Park It is located on the cliff of one of the oldest volcanic lava flows in the world. You can climb the volcano and then take the walk to the river valley to see this beautiful national park. This walk has been regarded by most as short and steep. It houses the native flora and fauna that can pique your interest. You might even spot the eastern bearded dragon while in this park. It is a great place for picnics and barbeque. You might find some nice walking paths in the forest. You may want to get a guided tour of the lava creeks and the history of the park. 4.    Alpine National Park This is yet another famous national park located in Melbourne. You can find some of the endangered species happily residing in here. It is home to the broad toothed mouse and tree frogs. Apart from being a space to protect animals, it is also designed for picnics and some quality time. you can even spot some nice walking trails while in this part of Melbourne. 5.    Yarra Ranges National Park This should be on your list of must visit national parks. You can take the motorhome hire Melbourne to this place. It is located along central Victoria, and is one of the most accessible parks. It is quite famous for its choice of species. Among the different plants, you will spot the waterfalls that make this place look nice and unique. It also houses nice walking trails and unique species of birds.

[anoriathdunadan]

Where the Stars are F***ing Strange

Pairing: Aragorn-Estel-Strider / OC Rating: Explicit Genre: Modern OC in Middle-earth, reader insert, gender neutral reader, 25th Gray Companion, copious references to The Princess Bride (because why not?) Warnings: so much swearing, canon levels of xenophobia and violence, character death, feral chickens Summary: Plucked like a fish out of water, you try to make the best out of a bad situation in Bree. Then, one day, this Hozier-looking dude showed up at The Pony.

Chapter 24: The Wild Hunt

In which our fish goes for an unexpected swim.

Estel thrusts you from him with a snarl of rage, the whites of his eyes flash as he screams at you… dark shadows flicker through streams of sunlight through the trees as men clamber down the hill…  Fuck!  Where’s Estel?  Shit!  God damn, fucking arrogant motherfucker.  You can’t fucking see him.  And then down Estel goes beneath the weight of men and with a stab of red light from the setting sun there’s a clash of metal so sharp and real you start upward, your eyes wide and staring.

Fuck!

You blink, straining to catch something, anything outside the shadows in which you have hidden yourself.

Nothing.

You lay back down, your heart thumping painfully in your chest.

You hadn’t so much gone to sleep as you had passed out.  One second you were squirming your way beneath this huge bush with its mounds of tiny leaves and brambles and making a nest for yourself like some kind of very large marsupial from Down Under, and the next you��re blinking into the sunlight stabbing at your eyes from where it’s bouncing off the water and wondering why your throat burns like you’d just screamed out loud.

God you hope you’re alone in here.

Or, failing that, the badgers here are particularly friendly.  You know, like Beren and his napping habits snuggled up to… you know what… never mind.  You don’t really want to think about that story right now.

What the fuck ever.   You sniff and wipe at your eyes and face with your sleeve and rub futilely at your ears, your temples all wet and tears pooling in your ears.  Where are fucking Qtips when you need them?

Okay.  You’re awake.

Okay.

Okay.

Fuck.

What’s next?

You’re just about as stiff and sore as you predicted.  You ease onto your back, puzzling your way through the straight-jacket impersonating your blanket, trying to avoid too much rustling of branches and leaves as you do so.

Fuck. Ow.

You stretch out your leg against the spasming muscle and flex your foot.  Ow.  God.  Worst camping trip ever.

Okay.  #1: Stretch out the legs before moving around too much.  Got it.

#2?

You lay there, assessing your options.

Your bladder is busting, your stomach is protesting it’s emptiness, your tongue feels like a wad of cotton in your mouth, and your waterskin is empty, empty, empty.

Damn.  Fiver and their bad dreams are going to have to leave their nice little burrow and make their way out in the big, bad world without Hazel, aren’t they.

Maybe if you flip to your side, you’ll find Estel crouched at the entrance to your brambly cave peering in and wondering if that thing he sees sandwiched between roots and limbs of the bushes huddled dark against the ground is you or a really super-confused wombat.

Fuck.  He can take care of himself, right?  You’ve not really had the chance to see him in action before, but, shit, he plucked a speeding arrow out of the air and shot it back all in one smooth move like it was all muscle memory unhindered by thought.

Your throat decides to try to throttle you all by itself.

Nope.  Can’t think about it.  There’s not one fucking thing you can do about it right now.

Do they have wombats here?  Asking for a friend.

You close your eyes and tug a corner of your blanket up over your shoulders, letting the light play against your lids, bright/dark, bright/dark, as the breeze sifts through the bushes and you very slowly and deliberately take in air and let it out.  Something flutters and cheeps up and to the left, tugging at whatever berries are growing there and stirring the branches.  The river rushes in its bed in the culvert below and smells of damp and fish and wet earth.

No thumping of booted feet.  No clash of metal.  No voices calling out.  Normal forest rustling and the calling of birds.   That’s all.

Okay.

“Keep to the shadows” and “upstream.”

Okay.

Shit.

God damn, Estel, that’s one freaking big leap of faith you’re asking, here, my man.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit.

Yeah.  Not a whole lot of options.

Well, fuck, at least you won’t run out of water to drink, if you don’t die of dysentery.

You make it out of your hiding place, squirming beneath branches and stopping every few inches to untangle thorns and twigs from your hair and clothing. You emerge sucking on a scratch on the back of your hand, the metallic taste of your own blood sharp in your mouth, staring and scanning about you.

You keep to the shadows.  You walk upstream.

And you walk upstream.

And you walk upstream.

Listen.  Far be it from you to disparage Estel’s people’s country.  The view is something else.  Softly rolling hills lost in a blue haze upon the horizon glimpsed between the trees.  The golden beech.  The scarlet leaves of the rowan tree in splashes of color against the dark thicket of tree trunks.  Green undergrowth of bracken, grasses, and ivy springing from a carpet of fallen leaves and moss covered stones. A bank of fog floating down the river, hovering above it on a cushion of cold air with passing of the morning.  The burbling of water as it rushes in its bed of stone and into deep pools swirling against high rising banks.  The cool mist clinging to your cheeks. It’s pristine and beautiful and super fucking moist.

Moist.

Moist moist moist moist moist.

There once was journey so moist When the sun would come out you’d rejoice You opened your mouth turned your back to the south And on a petard your own ass you did…

Nah.

Fuck it.  Your heart’s not really in it.

You keep your feet on this narrow path you stumbled across on the high bank of the river, winding between stands of pines with their trunks softened by a layer of moss.  The breeze rising from the river sends needles drifting down to spark bright in the beams of light.  You look up dizzily at the swaying canopy high overhead as the trees creak around you.

God.  You really should turn back.  I mean, Estel’s probably long gone and fuck if you know how to track a herd of goats munching their way across great swathes of the countryside much less a single man who can become one with the shadows or the trees or whatever other elvish bullshit he’s got going on, but, you know, still.

No.  Shit, it’s not like he’s been afraid of this chief and his gang of men and avoiding them.  He’s been attacking them all summer all by himself and you didn’t know about it then and he was okay.  It’s not going to magically change just because you actually know what’s going on now.

Who made this path, anyway?  You duck beneath overhanging limbs of the pines and the path plunges down closer to the edge of the rise over the river so that you’re practically wedged up against the hill on one side and open air on the other.  You wedge your feet against saplings and the roots of trees clinging to the edge of the high bank, wishing you were, in fact, a wombat, and a bit closer to the ground, and then it’s all stone and shale and open air.  You worm your way through the exposed roots of a great fallen pine, lying on its side and water roaring and dragging through its branches in the river down below.

You know.  Fuck it.  You should go back.  You left him there.  God damn.  Half a dozen armed men charging down the hillside upon him, knives and axes and bludgeons out and screaming for his head, and you fucking left him there.  Ran like the coward you are.  What kind of person does that?

That’s it.  You’re turning back.

No.  No.  He said go north.  You have no fucking clue where anything is.   Okay.  You know where the Road is.  About where it is.  But you have no fucking clue where it leads to.  You’re most likely to wander around in circles until you a) die of thirst, b) die of starvation, or c) get eaten by something else that doesn’t want to die of thirst and starvation.

Damn it.  Damn it.  Damn it.

What if they got him?  Like, he’s dragged himself into some hollow place beneath a bed of brambles and limbs for cover, his hands clawing at the dirt while he bleeds out.  All alone out here?  What are his chances?  God, that night when you weren’t sure if you’d wake up to find him cold and waxy-faced and still.  If you never have to see or imagine that again, you’d sing him every fragment of every song you could dredge up from every fucking alcohol soaked karaoke night, every shower in which you crooned off key under the water, every bass line thumping through the walls from your neighbor, and every annoying ad jingle you counted down until you could skip it you could dredge up from the dusty bins of memory.  Fuck it, you’d sing him Sponge Bob over and over again just to see the corners of his eyes crinkle up at the absurdity of it.

Agh!  Fuck!

Wait.

You halt in the middle of the path.  Nothing but saplings and undergrowth and birch trees and the faint rush of the river as the path leads away from the edge of the bank.

You could have sworn you heard something.

What was that?

Shit.

You hear it again, and then rustling and galloping feet tearing through the undergrowth.

Shit!  Shit shit shit shit shit!

Fuck!  It’s getting closer and headed straight for you.

Off you go, leaping into a run, scrambling over stones and packed earth and roots, bracken and grasses whipping at your feet.  Fuck being quiet, you need speed.

Where the fuck are you going?  God you should get off this path.  And, what? Scramble through the thick undergrowth while going uphill?  Pull a Katniss?  Fuck!  Too close!  No time no time notime notimenotime!

You duck around a turn in the path, batting away low-hanging twigs at the last second only to slip on the carpet of wet leaves and down you go onto your hip, catching your elbow against the ground.

Ow.  Fuck!

You scramble to your hands and feet and launch yourself head-first into the bracken, plunging to a stop when shadows lift over your head and hooves hammer the dirt and leaves about you.  You roll over just in time to catch the glimpse of a pale underbelly stretching over you and a riot of bounding backs and twitching ears and dark eyes disappearing into the flick of white tails and skittering of leaves as the herd of deer speed past.  And then it’s quiet and you can hear little above the roar of water to your right.

Holy fuck!

You collapse back into the bracken, staring at the pale sky far above the trees.

Holy fuck!

You gulp in air and let it out in a long, shaky stream.

You roll over, spitting out bits of leaves and dirt and brushing off your clothes as you turn over to sitting amidst the bracken.

Just great.  Wonderful.  Fantastic job there.  Only thing that could have made that attempt to keep yourself out of danger more pathetic would have been if you had peed yourself.

Which you didn’t, by the way.  Thanks for asking.

Well, shit.

You stand up and shake the leaf litter off the hem of your cloak, jog your pack back into place, and settle Estel’s knife back over your hip from where it still dangles from your belt.  Upstream.  Here we go.  God, you wish you knew what the end -

Fuck!

There he is.  You don’t know his name, but he’s standing there with his hand propped lazily on this hunting horn slung across his front not even a basketball court length’s away on the path ahead of you, staring at you where you popped up like you took him by surprise.  Fuck!  You know him.  Big fucker.  I mean, you don’t know his name, but you’ve seen him at The Pony before.  Some asshole who tripped Nob and then got all pissy when Barliman told him off and sent him packing last spring.

Oh shit!   Run, god damn it!  Don’t just stand there gaping at him!  Run!  Run run runrunrunrurnrnrjururnrjrurnrnrurnrurn.

And so that’s what you do: turn tail and sprint back the way you came.  Bounding over tree trunks and rocks, you leap over the roots of the fallen pine like you’ve just discovered parkour, the blast of asshole’s horn sounding behind you and echoing through the trees.

Shit!

God, you have got to get off this path.  Deep water swirling below your feet just to your right, steep incline filled with brambles to your left, and the sound of feet pounding up from behind.  Shit!  Just a little more.  You skim along the narrow path, your hand dragging along the incline like you’re surfing the edge of the hill like a wave.  Just a little more.  The path opens out just beyond that curve.  Make it there and you can head for the larger trees between the hills and find something, like something you can climb, or someplace you can hide, just something, anything.  Just… get off the path, damn it!

Like a quarter of a city block to go and around the curve and - Fuck!

You skid to a halt and start backing up.  Shit!  Shit shit shit shit!

Another one of those fuckers coming straight at you, trotting down the path on high alert, his eyes scanning up and down and around.  His step falters and he grins when he catches sight of you.   God damn, fucking idiot!   Of course there’s more of them!  Deer don’t run toward the sound of people blundering through the forest, you fucking idiot, they run away from it.

You spin about.  Fuck!  River.  Fuck!  Hillside of brambles and stone.  Jesus!  You try climbing that steep hillside and he’ll just pluck you by the heels and drag you back down.

Grinning Asshole #2 saunters down the path toward you  and shouts something about giving up cuz you’re trapped that’s garbled by distance and rushing of the river below, but fuck you if you’re going to ask him to repeat it.  Not like you’re in urgent need of his opinion on your situation.

Okay.  Okay.  Uhm.  Shit.  All right.  You draw Estel’s knife and get a good grip on it.

Ah fuck, here we go.  This is so going to suck.

With that, you run full tilt down the path toward Grinning Asshole #2, yelling something incoherent, the sound of your voice trailing along behind you.

And that’s when you see them, two more fuckers running up behind him.  Shit!

You come in high, screaming your head off about motherfuckers and how dare he and what you’re going to do about it and he’s laughing and jogging to meet you.  Fucker hasn’t even pulled out his own knife.  He turns about on his heel to block you with his arm, winding up for a blow from his other fist, not even bothering to keep from telegraphing everything, when you drop low at the last second and, tucking your head down, hit him right below the spleen, throwing your full weight at his ribs and grabbing onto his legs in your best impression of a rugby midfielder.  And then you’re sliding down the embankment in a hail of scree and leaves, riding his body like a snow tube before you both catch air over the river and plunge down down down, your stomach rattling up your throat and getting caught somewhere up around your sinuses.

You hit the water with a slap that knocks the breath out of you and the river snaps closed over your head with a muffled roar.  The current spins you around as you flail about trying to figure out which way is up before it spits you out downstream into a set of rapids.  You come up gulping air and splashing.

Jesus!  Fucking cold.  Fucking cold.  Fucking cold.

You kick to get your feet floating out in front of you before the river smashes you into a boulder or something, bobbing and riding the current, letting the river drag you downstream while the notes of Asshole #1’s horn grow more distant.  You round a bend and nearly straight into the branches of a fallen beech tree, the water pooling and then rushing out the other side of its trunk

Shit!

If you don’t do something the river’s going to drag you into the net of branches and pin you there or you’re going to get sucked under the trunk with the force of the water behind you.  You strike out, kicking furiously for the further bank where the eddies spin you past the tree and then onto a sandbar.  You clamber onto it, water running off your hair and into your eyes and down your neck as you shuffle your way across the sand and then splash through the shallows between the sandbar and the low, sloping bank of the river as you wring out your cloak. Fuck, your clothes cling to you and weigh about as much as that fucking sack of potatoes.  Shit.  You’ve lost Estel’s knife in the fall.

“Oy!  Fish!” comes the call echoing across the water and you lurch about to find Asshole #1 with the hunting horn, the two heretofore unnamed Assholes, and who else but motherfucking rat-bastard Harvey Tunnelson coming to a stop on the path high up on the tall bank across the river from you.

“‘Oy’ yourselves, motherfuckers!” you call back, flipping them off with both hands as you back up over the sand and into the rocky beach, making for the rolling meadows on the other side.  Fuckers are on the wrong side of the river.  Gonna take them some time to find somewhere safe to cross it and by then you are going to be long gone.  Where?  Who the fuck cares as long as it is away from the river and you can hole-up someplace and let them wear themselves out on the Wild looking for you.

You squint at them through the glare of the sun bouncing off the water.

Wait.

Where’s Grinning Asshole #2?

Ow! Fuck!

Pain blooms at the back of your head and that’s it folks.  That is all she wrote.  You are down for the count.

#LOTR #fanfiction #aragorn #aragorn/oc #aragorn/reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #Where the Stars are F***ing Strange

[thequibblah]

directors cut for WTRF? 🥺👉👈 not biased at all obviously just objective third party asking for a directors cut hmmm hmmmmm

literally how could u do this every other word in that fic is an easter egg i can't shut up about..... bestie u are about to have regrets

one thing u should know is that 90% of things in this fic have real-world equivalents and its not even like....... hidden equivalents. serie primo = serie a, for instance. this trend is going to continue and i won't apologise <3

fun fact i named the bar the Bar and the drinks after shapes because i was too lazy to come up with something actually clever

this bit

I’m grinning to myself by the time she approaches my table.

was a very intentional fakeout and if you read this and thought "she" would be lily, feel free to sue me for emotional damages

the biggest conundrum of this AU was, how are jily not going to have met in school when magic exists? the solution was, of course, having multiple magic schools. but i couldn't let one of them have hogwarts, that didn't seem fair. i know i did sort of let lily have it..... but i felt more comfortable making hogwarts a university so there was a legit reason why james wasn't there and in gryffindor (if he'd gone he absolutely would have been)

once solved, i did the fun thing of naming them! ottaline gambol's was easy, i just scrolled through the list of ministers for magic and picked a progressive one. peverell hall was a whim, made all the funnier when lily's reaction is:

Much was made at Otty’s — one of the more progressive magical schools, named for one of the more progressive Ministers of Magic — of schools like Peverell Hall and St. George’s. The latter, I know, is chock-full of pureblooded elite. Peverell Hall is supposed to be slightly better, but still.

dang, it's gonna be funny if she ever finds out james is a descendant of the guy it's named after

fun fact, i included this because peter's question was a real thought i had when reading bond and free, your inspiring writing knows no limits:

The first thing you conjure in Walking Wombat is a yellow quill... “Why yellow?” Peter asked. Eddie gave him a strange look. “Why not?”

i realised i'd put jily in the same conundrum they had in tis the fucking season here:

It’s only then that I remember she’s just bought us drinks. I turn back to my triangle. “Oh, shit.” I suppose I can pawn it off on one of the others.

...but of course the resolution is rather different, and i do so enjoy a james with no filter (aka default james)

I briefly lose control of my brain and my tongue. “Is it too soon to say I’m in love with you?”

by the way, no-filter james will be a theme. wild things sure do run fast but not as fast as this boy runs his mouth!

also, another interesting challenge here was making sure james has a reason to be the way he is in AU. i love playing around with james's childhood/background and seeing how that affects his character while (hopefully!) staying true to who he is. i did that in ttfs by having him move around a lot and not meet the marauders until after the flashback timeline, which is why he's less of a git — he doesn't have the level of comfort in a social setting that canon james has with hogwarts, which is basically his playground from day 2 of first year lol

here, james was probably a fkn nightmare all through school, but of course he gets a big ego check when his quidditch career is derailed. i imagine his years in italy as a continuation of that humility lesson.

I will fully admit I used to be a cocky prick. This is what comes of being a kid who grew up with everything. But one useful thing that the whole fiasco four years ago taught me is humility. I’ve learned how to ask nicely for another chance.

and so much of writing him in wtrf is juggling that typical confidence with the insecurity/fear of losing something he's invested so much in (and has seen slip away before). it's really new to me, because typically i give lily uncertain life circumstances, but i suppose it's both of them in this AU.

the car thing was... i swear didn't start out as smutty, it was purely because i wanted a way to establish lily as muggleborn in a world where the connotations of not having magical parents is very different. more to come on that!

also, come to think of it, by this metric...

I’m now in dangerous territory, since that adds another impressive action to her running tally.

...i think james is already in love with her LOL

this bit:

The street is considered indecent and the downstairs hallway would have our landlady come running at once, so if it pleases Your Honour, we would recommend the sitting room sofa.

...was actually because in draft one lily was a lawyer, but then it was funny enough that i didn't want to take it out, but NOW i realise it makes it sound a little like she's addressing james as your honour, which.... hm. but anyway, we move on

Marc Bolan begs us to get it on through the stereo, vocalising my thoughts exactly.

the song here was initially "you shook me" (h/t @keepingupwithpotters) but i chickened out because zeppelin is SO horny dfjkhgkjs

also, it gave me so much joy to read everyone reacting to lily thinking about her ex (the general vibe was "who the fuck is this guy!!! ew!!!!") — rest assured (or, unassured??) that he has a part to play in all this. anyway, this is one of my fave lines:

He’s just a person, and there’s such a relief in sleeping with James and not the myth of a guy.

because as any come together reader knows....

Just James. Just James. It was never just James.

wtrf lily will learn!

literally the whole world knows i'm obsessed with needle drops that have no subtlety at all, but this one...

We just laugh, tangled together in a sweaty heap, as “Heaven Is in the Back Seat of My Cadillac” plays through the car’s speakers. “On the nose, isn’t it?” James says, sitting up.

...was pure luck, because i was looking up the top hits on the uk singles chart for the week(ish) this scene takes place in so that i could find a song that would realistically play on the radio, saw this, and was like omg the stars really do align

i feel like the thing i enjoy most about writing romance is the importance i get to place in noticing/looking/observing (and sometimes, not noticing!). it's just such a powerful but simple writerly tool, and god knows i am obsessed with pithy descriptions anyway, so this bit i am especially happy with:

James is already waiting, leaning against the car with his hands in his pockets. I feel as though I’m seeing him for the first time, the faint light of the flickering streetlamp catching him in profile: the strong slope of his nose, the hard line of his jaw, the curve of his smile. He studies the facade of our building with open curiosity, and I wonder what he’s looking for.

(one can only imagine james's train of thought in this moment. perhaps "ah. here lives the future love of my life"?)

“Thanks,” she tacks on at the end. I tip my head to one side in confusion. “For what?” “For, I don’t know. Being nice.” She laughs awkwardly. “I don’t do this very much.”

it wouldn't be a quibblah original tee em without some discourse to come about the nature of romantic/sexual relationships, would it? one thing i enjoy about this AU ("one thing" i say as if this isn't the billionth thing in a list) is that i get to write a romantic lily who's squaring that romanticism with what she perceives as the culture of the times. (this is a bit of a staple in all my characterisations of lily, but it is not often paired with casual sex, the complication of all complications!)

oh this bit literally wrote itself like i didn't even pause to think just vomited it out:

In the morning — and it must be early still — the sun streams through Lily’s sorry excuses for curtains with aggression that cannot be ignored. I crack open an eye to find myself sprawled out across her bed, quite literally spread-eagled. She’s attached to my side like a barnacle. Or a very pretty barnacle, anyway.

i'm especially proud of james's voice in this story. i don't often write first-person fic and i was worried how it'd turn out, but i think james as a character/narrator typically colours his own 3rd-person narration so strongly that it ended up a smoother transition than i'd feared!

also i just. i can't resist throwing in comic relief and i hope that this whole segment was a gentle enough preparation for the awkwardness that followed LOL

All of a sudden, the balcony door bursts open. I nearly drop the mug. “What the—” Mary pokes her head around the corner, sporting a righteous smile. “Morning, handsome.” Over her shoulder she shouts, “He’s on the balcony!” I blink. There’s a sound from inside the flat, as if something very large has just been dropped. Then a swear. “Oh, shit,” I say, realisation dawning, “you weren’t looking for me, were you? It’s so loud out here—” Mary cups a hand around her mouth and stage-whispers, “Lily was frantic.” She’s quite violently yanked back, and Lily herself appears in the doorway, slightly out of breath. “Should’ve checked the balcony first,” she says, and closes the door before Mary can insert herself into the space again. “Hi,” I say, which is agreed-upon best practice for greeting a woman you’ve just had fantastic sex with and ideally would like to have sex with again.

to this day i don't know what lily dropped. let's hope it wasn't expensive!

Captained the under-17 English squad at the World Cup some years back, Serie Primo’s lead goal-scorer of last year… Only an injury in what should’ve been his first season at Puddlemere mars his record. I wince reading about it and comparing it to a heap of press clippings. James Potter was hurt, and Puddlemere didn’t fancy paying for him not to play, so they shipped him off to Milan.

(you cannot imagine how much pointed interrogation of my brother it took to gather this intel.) i constantly worry that i've got dates or timelines wrong somehow — you might notice i tweaked under-17, which used to be under-19 until i realised that made no sense (even though in terms of its career importance i would much preferred it to have been u-19.... anyway). i also found out that u-17 football squads don't actually have captains but i said fuck it on that count.

but obviously i started writing this AU for the sports possibilities, only to discover i'm going to have to interfere a great deal with the Timeline (you shall see in future instalments).

god i really went through the whole fic. like i reread the whole thing to do this. here u go clare jfbghjfd

#this has no right to be this long #wtrf #clareee75 #ask me #director's cuts

[misssamericaschavez]

Promises

The Winter Soldier x Reader Rating: Explicit Kinktober Prompt: Day 5 - Dry Humping Summary: The Winter Soldier is sent to kill you but he can’t seem to figure out why you seem so familiar to him. Warnings: angst, unprotected sex. Word Count: 1093 Authors note: So I’m like real proud of this one. I went in not really sure what I wanted from this but it ended up being really good. I hope you guys like it. Unbeta’d.

He’s been searching for you for weeks, his mark. They gave him a picture and a location and sent him on his way like always. But something feels... off this time. He stares back down at the candid photo taken of you in Venice and he gets that sinking feeling in his gut again. That feeling like he’s met you before, like you’re important to him. But you can’t be he’s just the asset no one is important to him, he doesn’t know anything beyond this. This constant death and destruction. He watches you now as you move around your apartment, you’re too beautiful to fit into his world but somehow you do, and now he has to kill you.

*

The soldier pins you against the wall of your apartment and you know this is it. When you escaped you changed everything about you, dyed your hair, changed your name, even changed the way you walked and moved hoping that Hyrda would just let you go. You should have known better. And now here you are and here he is ready to carry out the order but he hesitates, knife to your throat.

“Who are you?” He whispers like they could hear him somehow. Like they’ll swoop down and stop his line of questioning. They wiped you from him and that stings more than them sending him to kill you. It’s like they wanted you to hurt even more right before he ended you. Wanted you to know that after you were gone there would be no one to mourn you. 

“Soldat, it’s me,” you beg, hoping he’ll show mercy but you know he won’t because he can’t and that thought makes tears sting in the corners of your eyes.

“How do you know who I am? No one is supposed to know that,” he says his heart beating faster. Maybe that’s why they want you dead, he’s been made and now he has to get rid of you. It’s what he has to do, it’s what they use him for. It has to be done, but he still makes no move to harm you just adjusts his grip on the knife waiting for answers.

“Soldat, they wiped you and stole me from your memory,” you try, they’ve done this to him before, taken you away, and back then it was difficult but you got him to remember again. Maybe you can try once more. “I loved you once, still do. And you loved me. If you just take it slow you might be able to break through the fog on your brain. I figure you’re already pretty close because you haven’t killed me yet. But just... think.”

His eyes flutter shut and then a gasp escapes his lips as the knife clatters to the floor. He stumbles backwards away from you. His head splitting with memories of you underneath him, your scent surrounding him. He remembers stolen moments on missions, he remembers your smile, your kiss, your tight cunt, your moans, he remembers you. And he remembers you left him, though the specifics are foggy he definitely remembers that.

“What did you do to me?” he cries out grabbing his temples. You grip his shoulders trying to calm him.

“Nothing, just relax,” you try. He pins you back against the wall, this time, arms boxing you in.

“Why did you leave me?” He yells in your face but you don’t flinch. He remembers you now, you know he won’t hurt you.

“Soldat, I had no other choice,” you cry cupping his cheek. 

“They want me to kill you,” he says, dropping his forehead to yours and pulling your hips tight against his.

“I know,” you say running your fingers through his hair.

“Then you know what they’ll do to us if I don’t.”

“Yes,” you whisper avoiding his eyes tears spilling down your cheeks. They’ll just wipe him better this time and send him for you again. And if all else fails they’ll bring you in themselves and kill you in front of him.

“You need to find a village in the middle of nowhere, somewhere with no street cameras, nothing. You have to completely disappear this time, printsessa. There’s no coming back. I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

You nod your head and reach up onto your tiptoes to kiss him one last time. You pull back and rush to your room throwing some clothes and shoes into the go bag you keep hidden under your bed. When you come back out to leave you expect him to be gone but he’s in the same spot you left him. You try to breeze past him to the door, ready to let him go forever when he drags you back into him pinning your back against the wall once more his lips finding yours. Your bag drops to the floor as he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Let me,” he breathes between kisses. “One last time, please.” You nod frantically as he thrusts his hips into yours pressing his half hard cock against your jean clad pussy. The head of his dick pushes against you and you gasp into his mouth.

“Keep that up and I’m gonna cum just from this,” you whine. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he smirks against your neck humping into you two more times before pulling you off of the wall and carrying you over to your couch. He drops you down onto the cushions and starts unbuckling his many belts and discarding weapons dropping them to the floor and stripping off his many layers. He watches you do the same, lust heavy in his eyes. When he’s fully bare he climbs on top of you his fingers finding your cunt soaked and ready for him. He wastes no time lining himself up at your entrance and pushing inside. He rests his elbows beside your head as he fucks you, your nails digging into his back.

When you cum he watches you savoring this, needing to remember every detail before it’s taken from him. He cums inside of you kissing you breathless his forehead pressed against yours. He tries to remember this, to hold onto every minute he has left with you. He promises himself that he won't let you fade from his mind again. But he can remember a time that he promised to protect you and look where you are now running for your life from him. Clearly he doesn’t have a great track record when it comes to promises.

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Next Caller pt 4

Through the short drive you watched the city change to a green suburb filled with tiny caves in little clusters that spaced out the larger they got. A final turn through the quaint suburb with the neighbors waving and nodding to the passing car from the pebble lined walkways on either side of the winding street scattered with large trees littered about casting shade onto the street and paths leading to each grass or clover covered cave carved Dwobbit Hole.

A forest green door was on the house Gloin parked outside of on the street. Climbing out of the car you three walked towards the gated front walk as Gloin said, “Garage is in the back by the greenhouse,” pointing out the driveway path that was fenced off making the square of land between the walkway and the driveway had been used as a garden before now grown over by clover. “Used to have a garden here with a bench below the oak there.”

Once unlocked and opened for you internally you felt a click as if your body was saying you were home finally. Room by room you went looking over each and every detail following the flow of the home with Gloin naming each. “Entrance hall, oak hall, smoking room,” Looking around you eyed it finding it the perfect set up for your library with the high ceiling and built in shelves you could easily add onto.

Next was the a lovely little bedroom with its own small bath attached. “Spare room,” Through the oak hall again he said in the large empty first of the five pantries, “pantry, there are two more under your feet both naturally chilled and two more in the kitchen. Back through those doors are the twin cellars.”

Attached to that was the large storage room linking it to the West Hall, from there the back room and guest room were linked. Also linked to the hall was the hall leading to the back door, mudroom which stemmed out to the greenhouse now empty and in need of digging and tearing back some weeds. The moss and vine coated structure however halting you in your tracks at the stone pillars with arched widows with metal designs on each looking more like an overgrown church left to its own whims for decades than a greenhouse all but sealing your interest in the house. All remaining space in the cave taken up by this switched blend of Hobbit and Dwarf style, all stone to cultivate the flora within to perfection with the domed enchanted glass filling it all with warming golden light coating every inch.

Back inside you found the master bedroom complete with huge bathroom and walk in closet. The study through a jaw dropping swing out bookshelf, making you squeak and the Dwarves chuckle, was a hidden study also emptying into the atrium you froze in. Staring upwards you eyed the shadows of leaves from the oak tree halfway covering the domed stained glass ceiling of this room dancing across the glass.

Across from the large pantry was the dining room feeding into the kitchen that emptied out the parlor and East Hall leaving just another small bedroom and two half baths on either side of it. The laundry was off in the two car garage and the two acre lot gave you ample space to what you liked outside if you wished.

“This is, incredible, wouldn’t you say, Miss Pear?” Gimli asked and you turned with a grin.

“You’re saying I could afford this place?”

Gloin chuckled and said, “Rent alone would save you over 500 a month. Most of the heating and cooling is all natural due to the cave around the wooden shell around us, with fireplaces and a cooling system if needed. Lighting is solar powered with solar crystal lanterns and chandeliers throughout, and you have your own well for water so there’s little to no utilities. There is a home owners committee that does take a fee to keep up with the streets and walkways for a hundred a month but they’re pretty lenient on garden features out front as long as nothing is too ghastly or explosive with the pollen. Five bee keepers live down the block so plants in the open have ample help with pollinating and their shop has a discount in the suburb market square a few streets over by the parks for the bairns.”

“Wow…” you murmured in a closer inspection of the chandelier in the study you had looped back to when Gimli had remembered about the storm shutter system to protect the glass.

Gloin asked, “Interested, or would you like to keep looking?”

When your eyes met you said, “I am, how much would it cost for the paperwork and all to get started?”

Gloin grinned wider saying, “Let’s get you back to the office and get started on the paperwork. I’ll give the owners a call and see how swiftly we can move this along.”

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Not even a half hour later you were being guided through the papers and in a pause to look over a fuller list of the town activities you eyed Gloin in the hall grinning while he paced talking to the owners. Steadily you could feel your knuckles fighting to clench just assuming the worst that the first check for 5000 from your first week on the air was going to go out in smoke to get yourself in this home. The fearful thought never leaving your mind since first climbing into that car this morning. You would lose that savings and promptly be bumped off the air and be back to emptying trash buckets, shuffling leaflets from personnel and bringing the new star of your slot coffee falling back to oblivion to scrimp and scrape forever.

Entering the office again his grin deepened and he said, “Great news, since it’s so close to the first and they just want to take the plunge in settling with their new home the owners agreed to waive any down payment and such and will be down within the hour to sign the papers.”

“Ok, so, I just, wait here?”

Gloin shook his head, “No, not at all, we’ve handled your paperwork and they will come down to sign theirs leaving information for a bank account you can direct deposit the rent to monthly that will mail you receipts in return. I’ll bring all the information on the house, interim deed included when you move in. As soon as you like, when is your next day off?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, good, we’ll roundup the guys and come to help you move in and I can talk you through everything. Now so you are certain, in case anything breaks or, let’s say you want to remodel, paint and such, it is your house, merely a person to person mortgage, if you will. So repairs and upkeep are on you with merely a financial tie to the former owner. With the option to pay it off sooner anytime if you wish. Their email will be included if you ever do find the savings to take off a larger chunk of the amount.”

Before he could blink his arms were raised as yours circled his neck in a tight hug he grinned and patted your back through while Gimli smiled trying not to snicker at your mumbling, “Thank you so much.” You pulled back and his grin flinched a moment seeing you sniffle and wipe your cheek with your bunched up sleeve and weakly chuckle out a grin saying, “You have no idea what this means to me.”

His hand reached out to pat your arm, “You deserve a home. We reached out to the Findis Clan and you have worked tirelessly for them for over a decade. I know you will settle in nicely.”

A chime from your pocket had your brows furrow in pulling out your phone to see a message from the station owner’s assistant to come in making you mumble, “My second job..”

Gloin, “Something wrong?”

You shrugged, “But it’s never something casual like you forgot your coat.”

Again he chuckled and said, “I’ll drop you off. Planned on surprising the Missus anyways.”

“Thank you, again.”

Gimli followed after saying, “You’re the one we should thank, been on the market for years that lot. Owners have been getting restless, and it does seem perfect for you to grow into.”

“Not due for much more growing, maybe a couple inches in the next decade but past that pretty much where I’m gonna stay.”

Gloin, “Not a bad height. Just nearly the same as my Gorgo.” The rest of the drive came with their chatting to one another about which would be the best place to take her to help calm her down after another day of fruitless searching she had been following up on between replays of the show recordings to help bolster her hope the author was still out there.

With a wave and another thank you the pair watched you trot into the building’s front entrance past the gawking construction crew still lazing about through the remodel on the front signage and mounts between the new arches to hold up the awning the owner wanted to make the place look snazzier. Past the front desk you made your way to the lift another worker equally as flustered for the sudden call in adjusting his shirt he’d just realized was on backwards. Through the doors Mal trotted and came to a stop beside you and the bag in her arms drew your eye and the snort coming from inside the poles blanket there. Fighting a giggle you asked, “Hey Mal, whatcha got there?”

Your eyes taking in the striped and mohawked tiny baby boar struggling against the cast on its back leg to climb out of the bag to get to the bottle in Mal’s hand. “You can see what he is.”

After a giggle broke free you said, “Yes, I can but I would really like to see if you know who you’ve got there.”

Shifting in her feet she said as you reached the floor under yours, “He’s a teacup piglet,” again you giggled and her brows furrowed a moment as the man behind you smirked in a knowing glance over her shoulder knowing better himself. “It’s not funny, the guys found him this morning on the side of the road, they were going to kill him at the shelter just because they said he was a runt with a bad fracture in his leg. I’ve named him BamBam. I’m gonna nurse him back to health.”

Shaking your head you cleared your throat and said while stepping out into the hall, “No, you’re right it’s not funny. Only he’s not a pig.”

With a scoff she stomped into the hall with you, “Well what is he then?! A wombat?!” She said tilting the bottle in her hand to start feeding him in steadying her pace to calm and quiet him down at the growing number of people around you.

Locking your eyes on hers in waiting to file into the banquet hall sized room where everyone was going for whatever this was you replied, “BamBam is a Mortar Boar. Give him a few months and he won’t fit through that door. They grow over five feet you know. Maybe four for him but it looks like he’s too young to be sold yet, not even weaned must have been separated. No doubt if mom wants him back she’ll be in the news in a rampage.”

Mal inhaled sharply wondering how she’d keep him in her flat then said, “Well I’m keeping him, at least till I can patch him up and find him a good home.”

Smirking at her you said, “Shouldn’t be too hard in Dwarf territory. They love a good boar. Maybe your guys would have room for him.”

She sighed, “Doubt it, or the time they’re on a pit crew with their uncle. Travel a lot.”

“You’ll figure it out,” you said entering the hall with her after you smirking in following you to your choice of seat.

“What about you, anything, or anyone new in your life?”

“Well I just bought a house.”

She gasped, “Details! Why didn’t you say we could have gone looking together if I knew you were moving! How long have you been up to this?! I haven’t been that distracted with the guys! Have I?”

Giggling to yourself you replied, “Just today, found out yesterday they’re tearing down my town. Apparently all of Beryl is getting the boot.”

“Wait up, you live in Beryl?! For how long?!”

“What is wrong with Beryl, everyone seems so up in arms to hear I’ve lived there.”

“Hello! Trolls live in Beryl!”

Your brow arched up in a glance at her when you lowered into your seats and she adjusted the bag on her lap, “Ya, and they aren’t half as bad as others make them out to be. Most of my building is trolls. It’s the Goblins and Easterlings you have to watch out for.”

“How did you end up in Beryl?” She asked lower in a more concerned tone, “You could have moved in with me.”

“I’ve lived there for nearly three centuries Mal, I’ve known you for not even two years. And not everyone has a family based in pottery to have anonymity to start on your own. Had to change my name to move and work here and still the black ooze seeps out from time to time. It was just chance I got a deal in the house at all. Thought I’d be back to a closet sized apartment here if anything.”

“Well when are you moving? I’m helping.”

“Tomorrow,” her mouth dropped open and you patted her leg, “I know you work don’t worry, got a group of guys who said they would help with the truck and all that. Hardest part is the stairs.”

“You don’t have a lift?”

“I’m on the 17th floor,” she nodded, “The loft goes to 15.” She scoffed and you giggled turning to face the assistant up at the podium readying the projector screen making you all groan lowly to yourselves knowing you would have your day off wasted with another nonsense presentation from ownership on things that didn’t concern any of you.

Her lips pursed a moment and she asked, “So where is your new abode?”

“Cerulean circle.” She let out a soft squeak, “Why?”

She shook her head leaning over to softly whisper in the dimming of the lights, “So you’ll be within walking distance of your barista friend?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes. What of it?”

“Nothing. You just could happen to pass him by more frequently and happen to invite him to a warming party.”

“His cousin’s the realtor who helped me move,” deepening Mal’s plotting smirk, “He said he’ll help with the guys and truck for my move. Apparently Beryl is so bad in his mind that he had to jump into action 24 hours after I mentioned where I live to get me out of the city…do I just look that helpless?”

You glanced at her and she said, “We’re just small. It’s concerning. Trolls are huge and that city’s so tough to live in. No one works there.”

“And yet we all have two to three jobs in my building just to live there.” Her eyes flinched over you then back to the speaker coming up to the podium.

“At least here’s a plus,” you stole another glance at her from the corner of your eye, “Batista man will know where you live.”

“Comforting thought.”

She shrugged, “Who knows, might just pop by with flowers one day. Or, you might just happen to get a secret admirer with gifts and tokens left outside.” Again you rolled your eyes.

Muttering back, “Doubtful.”

“We’re throwing a party.”

“Takes more than two to constitute a party, who else are we inviting, Hmm?”

“I’ll invite my guys and you invite your barista.”

“Cuz that won’t be awkward, you three necking in the lounge while me and him awkwardly small talk over tea.”

“We don’t neck,” at that she sighed, “I wish we had. We went out yesterday but they had to call it early for some press thing today.”

“Don’t you mind a party for me. Just focus on getting those boys alone for a night off, better use of your plotting mind.” Making her smirk as her mind dipped into daydream mode while you mentally traced through each inch of your place to plan how to pack the non essentials tonight to be ready for when the grump and his crew would show up.

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For an hour you listened to the assistant sharing that there would be a new owner to the station instantly punched you in the gut assuming that this would mean bad things for your new place in this station. ‘I knew it’ replaying over and over again until you eyed the man walking out to introduce himself. Glorfindel, a good friend you had met through the Greenleaf family, who had been promising they would talk to a friend of their own to see if he could help you get a leg up at the station that was long overdue. The slump in airtime and drop in listeners before your show no doubt eased the deal and it seemed he had swooped in right in time as you heard the sale was final two weeks prior with their people focusing on the paperwork side of hinges before showing their faces and stirring things up.

“I want to assure each and every one of you that your positions are not in danger. All contracts per the switch for those on air will be re-signed to have the new owners listed for our paperwork.” His eyes shifted to you and he added, “You have nothing to worry about.”

Mal glanced at you and asked in a whisper, “Do you know him?”

“Friend of a friend.”

Once again information was given on the basic changes, including the acronym for the station you would name behind the station number while the building would be left as the Lonely Mountain to ease the list of changes. When the others were filing out Mal’s hand on your arm kept you in your seats and she said with a grin, “We should meet our new owner.”

It seemed he caught on as he stepped off the platform and crossed his hands in front of him waiting for enough people to get out of the way to come and share what he was planning for you. When he did get to you he lowered onto the seat in front of you sideways, resting his arm on the back and said, “5000 a week is pathetic.” Your brow inched up and he said, “Ecthellion will be here day after tomorrow to give you a more fitting deal, since the now biggest pulling show is linked to your spot, a usual dead air time, it’s yours, no one else can really compete. Also he’s drafted up copyright papers for your show and characters for you to own your tales none can touch or profit off of. Perhaps we can try to build a better following to grease the publishing companies to give you a shot they can’t pass up.”

“How long have you been after the station?”

“Not long, but we heard Turdiq has been dipping his foot into radio. Wanted to make certain he didn’t catch wind of you. I doubt he would ever cross into Dwarf territory but you never know since the beheading. Your Naneth is well?”

You nodded, “Cirdan’s taking great care of her. Girls are nearly in school.”

His grin eased out hearing your half sisters were well, “That’s great to hear. Perhaps we could work out a vacation time for you to head out and visit them. You’ll certainly be able to afford it soon enough.”

With a weak giggle you said, “Have to find a way to get off my other job too first.”

His eyes looked you over and he wet his lips showing signs that he was going to share what he was reluctant to start out with. “I wanted to say, about Beryl,”

Mal grinned saying, “Oh, she knows, just bought a house today!”

His brows inched up, “Did you now? I had hoped you weren’t in the dark completely but I am curious to know how you managed a house so soon.”

“I got a deal with a barista, he pays me a 20 for posting reviews of special drinks he wants to try for a few days now. And he heard yesterday where I lived and he called his cousin who’s a realtor that helped me find a place. Turns out one of his relatives married into the Findis clan and since I’ve worked 12 years with them that was worth enough respect to not dig deep for a clan check.”

Grinning again he asked, “What sort of place?”

“Cerulean Circle, a Dwobbit suburb. Bigger Hobbit style homes.”

Glorfindel couldn’t help but laugh, “You always did love to burrow, Jackrabbit. I do hope you like it better than Beryl.”

Mal scoffed, “Did you know she’s on the 17th floor,” his brow inched up in confusion, “The lift stops at the 15th. Madness.”

Again you giggled and he stood patting your shoulder, “Enjoy your days off, I am off to see if I can get something done about the front entrance, should have been done weeks ago.” Turning to head out making you smirk and stand as Mal did.

With a grin she said, “Well look at you all successful and finally flashing your furry self. You know, we should celebrate by getting our nails done.”

“What about BamBam?”

She said, “It’s a Hobbit shop you know they have puppies and such in all the time. Bound to be a spare chair he can nap in.” Your eyes dropped to the sleeping boar you shifted the blanket to cover his side stirring a snoozing grunt from him. “He’s so cute, come on they can’t say no to him.”

“Fine, but it’s on your head.” Walking out you made your way back down to the street and turned for the nail shop not far away.

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Another coating of green was spread across your nails and thankfully due to the sea of Hobbits and Dams clambering to see BamBam you got a relatively quiet manicure experience. The ride home was more of the same, lingering silence until a buzzing of phones had your head turn at one of the half Troll men from the building across from yours showed you his phone translating the runes you couldn’t quite read etched across the screen, “They’re closing our building! I thought it was just a rumor! Had you gotten any notices?”

You shook your head, “No, but a new friend mentioned his cousin in real estate had heard that they were planning to evict everyone in Beryl to do it over.”

The man scoffed glaring at his screen, “No wonder half my building is gone. Just says clear out and leave the keys in an envelope through the office mail slot when we move out. Nothing else. I know most of your building is gone.”

“Ya, just the top couple floors left. Been kind of eerie.”

The woman beside him said, “You’ve been here forever though, my gran said you were here before she moved in and that was 70 years back, so you have a place to go?”

You nodded, “Just found one today.”

She let out a sigh of relief, “Good, the lot of our building pitched in for a hotel chain in the outskirts of Orcarni. Cottages and such we can all run together while we fix it up in search for new places to sell off and split the profits.”

“That sounds like a great plan. When are you off?”

“Oh we’ve moved most of our stuff already in just staying tonight to get a package my pop sent here that got delayed by weather. Then I’m off in the morning on the next train.”

The man nodded saying, “My girls have one more day of school then we’re getting their transcripts to start them down there on Monday.”

The woman asked, “Are you moving with family?”

You shook your head, “No, they’re out in Lindon. Been out of the nest a few centuries now.”

To which she replied, “Never seems to get easier does it?”

Wryly you chuckled and replied, “Not really, no.”

The man muttered to himself with a smirk, “Least the goblins get what they wanted, the place to themselves. Let them handle the anvil crash on their own. Them and those damn Easterlings.”

Another half Uruk-hai man added, “Morgoth knows they’ve never once aided us, especially since the fall of Cirith Ungul.” Adjusting his napping toddler against his chest patting her bottom to halt her grumble at being moved.

Joining the others in allowing silence to drop again once it was confirmed everyone on the train had in fact had a place to go and wouldn’t be stuck alone in this. Silently though you were grateful more so to Thorin for having alerted you otherwise you would have been the only idiot in the block who didn’t know.

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Out of the Shadows - Part 1: Roles to Play

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: Gunshot wound. Life on the run. Life of Crime.    

Square Filled: Bounty on their Head for @badthingshappenbingo and Anniversary for @clintbartonbingo

Word Count: 1800ish

A/N: This is written for @thorne93 writing challenge. I am so sorry I am late! The entire series is for her challenge and it’s inspired by Greek Tragedy by the Wombats and Drive you mad by Amy Shark. 

Clint is a mix between comic book version and MCU personality-wise. He is deaf and has no wife and kids. The world is a bit closer to MCU and it takes place somewhere between CAWS and CACW mostly.

Betaed by: @jewels2876 - thanks darling!

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Officially Clint Barton had been hunting the Black Hood for years. She had managed to piss off a few politicians years ago by regifting some money they had earned from various drug lords to an orphanage outside the city. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been on SHIELD’s radar before then, but that was when they decided to actively try and bring her in. They did so by putting one of their best agents on her; Clint Barton. 

The thing was Clint was only really one of their best agents when he chose to be. He did his job to an extent. He trailed her for months before he made contact just after she had cleaned one of the city’s most notorious kingpins out of millions of dollars. Clint didn’t stop her. He knew the money would go where it was most needed. That was the thing about the Black Hood. She never kept any of the money she stole for herself. She regifted them to people that needed them the most, like a modern-day Robin Hood, stealing from the criminals and corrupt and giving to the poor and needy. 

Which was also one of the reasons Clint had no intention of bringing her in the first place. People were rarely hurt during her thefts and when they were, they were criminals that most likely deserved worse than the state Black Hood left them in. 

Truthfully Clint probably would have stayed hidden in the shadows forever if it hadn’t been for the bounties that different crime families placed on her head. Even if what she stole wasn’t enough to put them out of business she was a nuisance and an embarrassment to them. They wanted her gone. They wanted an example made of her so no one ever attempted the bold moves the young women, nobody knew who was or even looked like, had done over the years.  

Almost nobody knew what she looked like. There was one exception to that rule, but he would also never give away her identity to anyone unless she made the choice to let him bring her in. 

High-speed car chases and parkouring across buildings to escape crime families wasn’t a new sport to her, but it was still tiring and the Black Hood was out of breath when she made it to her motel room out of town and where she felt safe enough to pull the mask of her face. 

She winced and placed a hand against her side, leaning forward to brace herself against one of the tables. It hurt to breathe and not only because her lungs threatened to jump from her chest after the miles long sprint over buildings across the city she had just made. One of the thugs had managed to catch her side with one of his bullets even if none of them could aim for shit, one person could only dodge so many projectiles flying at you at once. 

“Are you hurt?” Black Hood jumped when the voice sounded from the vents. She ignored the shooting pain from her right side as she aimed her gun towards the ceiling just as the vent fell to the floor and a man poked his head into the room.

“What the fuck are you doing in my ceiling?” she hissed equally annoying with the intruder as she was with the pain, that was threatening to drop her any minute now if she didn’t slow down a bit. 

“Technically not your ceiling. It’s Mrs. Adams,” the man shrugged staying seated in the vent, smirking down at the angry, confused woman below him. 

“What? Who?” the young thief hissed as she glared at the man above her. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Mrs. Adams. The sweet old lady that owns the motel,” the man answered still smirking. “I’m Clint. I would shake your hand and everything, but I fear you’d might shoot it off if I tried.”

“Clint… Are you one of Osbourne’s men or do you work for Fisk?” she hissed, before flinching again and hunching over a little. 

Clint frowned when he saw the pain in her face and movements and instantly let himself drop to the floor, raining his hands above his head.

“Not a criminal. And I’m not here to arrest or hurt you. You’re bleeding on the carpet,” Clint nodded towards her right foot and her eyes briefly followed the direction he looked. 

“No shit Sherlock,” she hissed, but still she lowered herself into one of the chairs next to her with a groan. She kept the gun pointed at Clint’s chest as she snarked at him. “What are you a spy or something?”

“Actually….” Clint shrugged running his hand behind his neck, giving her a small smile as her eyes widened. 

“You’re….” the woman narrowed her eyes, looking towards the vent before her eyes found Clint again. “Shield. You’re the bird guy.”

“Bird guy,” Clint grumbled as he took a step closer, “keep pointing that gun at me and I’ll start to reconsider patching you up.”

The woman lowered the gun slightly, letting Clint slowly approach her and kneel down in front of her chair. 

“You said you weren’t going to arrest me,” she accused but let Clint help her lower the gun before he took it from her and laid it down on the table next to them. 

“I’m not. Can I?” Clint let his hand hover above her shirt waiting for her to nod before he raised it up. She hissed leaning back in the chair, letting Clint have a better look and he knew she had to be in worlds of pain if she let him get this close to her. 

“We need to get that bullet out,” Clint frowned when he saw her wound. “Get on the bed. Do you have a first aid kit somewhere?” he asked, before quickly reaching out to catch her when she almost fell over trying to take a step.

“In the bathroom. In the purple bag,” she nodded towards the door in the back of the room, reluctantly leaning on Clint as he helped her get to the bed. 

“Lay down. I’ll go get it. Don’t run,” Clint pointed to her and ordered, causing the woman to pull a face at him. 

“Does it look like I’m in any condition to run anywhere birdbrain?” she hissed, ignoring Clint’s grumbling from the bathroom. 

“It’s Hawkeye, not bird guy,” he corrected, “I prefer Clint though.” His tone softened a bit as he lowered himself down on the bed next to her, holding a pair of tweezers into the fire from a lighter he had pulled from his pocket. One never knew when a fiery arrow was called for.

“This is gonna hurt Miss…” Clint looked into the woman’s eyes and for a brief moment, he was sure he saw a flicker of doubt in them before she shook her head. 

“Not giving you my name,” she insisted and Clint smiled as he pulled up her shirt once more. 

“I’m about to dig a bullet out of your spleen. I’ve got to call you something other than Black Hood,” he teased, causing the woman to pull a face at him once more but this time she was hiding a smile behind her stubborn facade. 

“You can call me Aurora,” she offered and Clint frowned before a grin broke on his face. 

“Like Aurora Florentina Magnosson?” he asked, and Aurora sent him an impressed smile. 

“Exactly like that. Now get that damn bullet out of me would you Clint?” she ordered, but with a playful glimmer in her eyes despite her pain.

“Okay. Bossy,” Clint mumbled before reaching behind his back for one of his arrows, offering it to Aurora. “Bite down on this.”

The Black Hood was a loner. She trusted no one and had always told herself she needed nobody either, but that weekend she had needed Clint. She could barely move, shivering through a nasty fever and only eating and drinking whatever he brought her.

As soon as Black Hood or Aurora as she was to Clint now had started to get better, he had brought up the option of returning to SHIELD with him. She wouldn’t have been the first person he was sent to kill or arrest he had brought back and talked Fury into hiring instead. Aurora had skills and potential as an agent if only she could learn to trust people again. 

She had rejected his offer and Clint had decided not to push her. She was strong, fierce and righteous, but Clint saw something else in her too. Someone that had been hurt and let down by everyone around her. Someone that still saw the good in people that deserved her help. He saw a scared and angry young woman that was struggling to find her place in the world while keeping everyone at arms distance. He saw someone that he had been himself once or close to it. He knew that pushing her would only drive her away so instead he had promised she would see him again and his offer wouldn’t go away. 

Clint had kept that promise, tracking her down every year on the anniversary they met. Not that he ever really lost tabs on her. Aurora might not trust him completely yet, but Clint needed to make sure she stayed safe. It went beyond attraction and professional admiration. She was beautiful, funny and mysterious. Clint would be lying if he said he wasn’t falling for her. She was also highly skilled and someone Clint saw would be an asset to the Avengers if she was willing. More than that she was a kindred spirit and someone he had grown to care about.  

Every year Clint spent the weekend with her. Weekends that became increasingly intimate and it became harder and harder for him to say goodbye. He wanted to drag her back to SHIELD and then when they dissolved, the Avengers, but he knew he couldn’t. Turning her life around had to be her choice, just like he wanted to be her choice and not just a knight in shining armor, dead set on giving her a better life. In the end, it wasn’t who Clint was and he wasn’t so sure the life he could offer her was all that much better or even safer. Just less lonely. Either way, the choice was Aurora’s to make. 

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Card Reading

Answers for @marisk

Hi, welcome back for your second card reading. Sit or lay down, wherever you feel most comfortable, and don't hesitate to drink lots of water, to make sure you rinse out any old beliefs and connect with the new ones.

I asked my spirit guides and angels to help bring you guidance on whether you have chosen the right path in life? To let any messages that you need to hear come through. To help you stay strong in your own power and to rely on the guidance you receive, and to trust that it is for the highest and the best.

Dear Angels, do you have a message for this loving soul?

First came Silence and then came Sun.

Silence is a source of great strength. It is a reminder to not waste your words on people who deserve your silence. They want you to know that: "Sometimes the most powerful thing you can say is nothing at all."

Know that the intention with this message not necessarily is for you to keep your words hidden away, but rather for you to find acceptance and peace in not relying upon the support of others, but finding strength in your own support towards your self and the dreams you have.

Sun is a source of light and warmth, but mostly life. There is a sun within every person. You are invited to cherish every sunset and turn your face to the sun and let the shadows fall behind you.

In this message I see that if you trust the universe and face the sun, you will see that the path you are on is right for you and all the old feelings, the shadows, are behind you.

I am being called to tell you that everything in this world is FOR YOU, and I want you to remember this. If you feel like the universe is against you, sit down, relax and take a deep breath. You can sit for 10 seconds or 10 minutes, time has nothing to say. Imagine this waterfall over your head, but instead of water it is bright white light pouring over you and filling you up all the way down to your feet, and just keep chanting the words: "I have trust, I have faith, it is for me."

I asked the Spirit Animal Oracles for any advice they would have for you. Again the Wombat Spirit was here for you.

The Wombat Spirit reminds you that to truly be at home in the world, you need to find comfort in your own skin. Home sweet home is always available if you recognize that wellbeing is the truth of life. Right now you are in a beautiful place where you can hang up the coat of your identity and settle in to a true sense of home and wellbeing, understanding that all is well. Everything you do from this place rings true in harmony with the Spirit.

"Could it be that you are not feeling comfortable in your own skin, thinking that the only way you can be with others is to hide under the protection of a mask or identity you created to protect yourself from getting hurt?"

The Wombat Spirit arrives to nudge you to drop the false masks because it is not others who will hurt you now. It is you who are hurting yourself when you aren't being authentic.

I really feel like this will resonate very well with you, please correct me if I'm wrong. But you have been hurting yourself more by doing something that was not meant for you. It did not come from a place of love and passion, but you have begun to feel the freedom to be yourself by changing your profession. Now you can begin to truly feel at home in your life, with your family and tribe. Acceptance is the key that will unlock your true home inside of you. With deep honesty and love of life, you can accept all your experience with judgement and be free from the stress of old habits and beliefs.

At last I asked the Starseed Oracles if they had any message for you to help you fully become free and trust the universe?

Star Family appears to tell you that you are part of a team of souls, and to call in support. At some stage, we were each a part of a soul cluster - a gathering of souls who broke away from one other to experience themselves individually. Those who are part of your soul cluster are part of your star family. You haven't just experienced lifetimes together, but your souls were once actually one.

The Star Family appears because it is likely that you have met someone who is part of your star family, or you are about to. You know that someone is part of your star family when you feel like you know and remember them from the moment you meet. Instantly, they will feel familiar and comfortable. When you are with them you feel more yourself than with anyone else and time both passes quickly and stretches when being with them. The Star Family invites you to think about the people in your life.

You are being called to ask yourself: "Who do you think is from the same star family as you? Who do you feel is part of your star family? How can you call upon them for support?"

I hope this gave you some guidance on the path you're currently on in your life. It seems to me that you have been on a crossroad, standing with one leg on each side. Either you could choose the easy way, the one you are kinda scared of, but it feels safe and sound at the same time, or you could choose the hard way, the one you are comfortable with, but the one where you will constantly stumble and struggle to stay on. "Why wouldn't you choose the easy way? Why keep fighting a battle you are destined to lose, or loosing yourself in the win?"

I want you to rinse out all the beliefs that you have of always having to work harder, to never choose easy over difficult, and to keep climbing higher up the ladder. Instead I will install new codes and beliefs in you that says: "It is more than okay to work just enough to get by, to choose the easy way, and to stay where you are on the ladder or even jump off the ladder and create your own path in life."

Love, Astrologyatlas

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Movies I have seen so far in 2018

A few of these arent new movies, just ones ive watched for the first time in 2018. I felt like doing this cuz I really love watching movies and felt that it might be a good version of those "good things" jars, but instead it's movies I saw. Some reviews are short, mostly cuz I didnt really have much in the way of opinions, but I did have something to say.

Just incase you havent seen them. I have tried to keep them spoiler free, but if you dont want even vague non spoiler spoilers, the list of movies is as follows; 

The Grand Budapest; The greatest showman; Jumanji: out of the jungle, King Arthur: legend of the sword, The Black Panther, Shape of water, Thor Ragnarok, the Emoji Movie, the Good Dinosaur, Jurassic world, Incredibles 2, Hotel Transylvania 3, Ant-man, A Wrinkle in Time, Lara croft: tomb raider, Guardians of the Galaxy volume 2, Spider-man homecoming, Ant-Man and the Wasp, Avengers age of ultron (semi live blogged), Captain America civil war, Avengers Infinty War, Deadpool 2016, King Arthur the one with kiera knightly, Deadpool 2, The Nutcracker, four realms, Venom, Love, Simon, Ready player one, Aquaman, Solo, a star wars story, Ghost stories (2018), Wreck it Ralph, Ralph breaks the internet, Goosebumps 2, Hidden figures, The meg, Pacific Rim, Pacific rim uprising, Wrath of the Titans, Mission impossible: fallout,Oceans 8, The Breadwinner, Mune, Operation Finale, The House With A Clock In Its Walls, Bad times at the El Royale, Outlaw king, Gnome alone, Journey to the center of the earth, Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy, Vvitch, Ex machina, To all the boys ive loved before, Extraordinary Tales, The Golden Compass, Erramentari, the blacksmith and the devil, Dragon heart, The black klansman, Robin Hood 2018, The Princess of Thieves, First Man, Bohemian Rhapsody, What we do in the Shadows, Overlord, For the Love of Spock, Next Gen, Small Foot, The Spy who Dumped Me, The Nun, Kin, Crazy Rich Asians, Spider-Man, Into the Spiderverse, A simple favor, Predator 2018, Rampage, 47 meters down, 2036 Origin Unknown, 2001 A Space Oddessey, The Martian

The grand Budapest hotel - good, great visuals. I enjoyed it.

The greatest showman - wonderful music, actual circus parts were good, the rest was boring. Its really short, and I felt it focused to much on the drama in pt barnums life, too much focus on a silly fuax love triangle, not enough on the acts themselves. I went in hoping to see the acts interact and actually be presented as the forefront. The beginning showed this magnificent scene with the acts, with this wonderful musical number that made me tear up. But then, it was just about Barnum and his kids being boring most of the time. The songs and musical scenes though? Absolutely wonderful, magnificent, stunning, and entertaining. Zendayas and Zac efrons characters duets? Beautiful, I loved the song and choreography. I just feel like the emphasis should have been on the circus itself. Hugh jackman. Needs. To. Do. More. Musicals.

Jumanji: out of the jungle - hilarious omg I laughed my ass off!

King Arthur: legend of the sword: wtf was this movie bro? I mean. I have a new song in my cars playlist, but wtf.

The Black Panther - IT WAS SO COOL! I loved the visuals and the storyline. Shuri is my favorite genius and I can’t wait for more Black Panther

Shape of water: absolutely beautiful omg

Thor Ragnarok: you mean that was the actual movie, that tumblr wasn’t just fuckin with me, like, those were real ass scenes that were filmed?

the Emoji Movie: bad, forgettable, literally did not remember watching it till a friend asked me.

the Good Dinosaur: literally a children's movie, idek why I watched it tbh

Jurassic world: THE HUBRIS OF MAN! THE INDO RAPTOR! BLUE! They made... An indoraptor. Not just any raptor, oh no, that's not enough for the hubris of man, its an indoraptor. What's an indoraptor you may ask? Well it's when you mix a raptor, with the indominous rex DNA. But Cotie, didn't the indominous rex already have raptor DNA? Wasnt that the whole thing that it was a t-rex with raptor DNA? Yes, yes it was. But this one is different, it's smaller, it's smarter, it made to obey commands like a war machine, it's the I N D O R A P T O R! So it's just a super powered velociraptor? Yes, yes it is. So what makes it special? THE HUBRIS BEHIND IT!

Incredibles 2: awesome! I loved it! Those flashing scenes really were no joke though. I don't have epilepsy, but damn those scenes were hard to look at. But I absolutely love the fact that edna babysat jack jack for a night, and gave him a super babysuit. I hope we get to see more of the other superheroes helping out the incredibles!

Hotel Transylvania 3: it was a good movie. Its the only Adam Sandler movie series I can stand, but it was a decent movie. I like the introduction of the van helsing family, and the whole premise. Plus I love the message that its possible to fall in love again.

Ant-man: "in like the Flynn" niiiiiiiiice Tangled ref! "ANT-THONY!!!!" Ok that was a fun and hilarious movie. I fucking love the three wombats, especially Luis omg. Also I love Scott lang relationship with his daughter and that he was the driving force behind his motivation. Also not gonna lie, I kinda watched this one so I could go see Ant-man and the Wasp, but I liked this one too.

A Wrinkle in Time: FUCK ITUNES NOT WANTING TO WORK DURING THIS MOVIE! ok but Chris Pine as a Dad? Awesome. "Happy anniversary, if only you'd dissapear too" wow, these high school preps are viscous. Also I love the little kid calling out grown ups for being pieces of shits. Also this movie was adorable and heart felt and I loved the mix of fantasy and science that made it a science fantasy movie omg.

Lara croft: tomb raider: ok but the girl who kicked Lara crofts butt in the beginning has me gay as Fuck man. "OPEN IT! OPEN IT! OPEN IT!" OK calm down Nicolas cage.

Guardians of the Galaxy volume 2: omg that was indeed another real marvel movie I had just seen. I can't believe the stooges are a space family that just, does stupid things. I love them all. 

We gonna start some parralels; a wrinkle in time - a movie about two siblings trying to find their dad who has been lost for 4 years. They get him back through the power of love; Lara Croft: Tomb Raider - a daughter finds some adverturing stuff to lead her to her father who had been missing for 7 years. Tries to get him back by killing men. Doesn't, and then kills more men; Gaurdians of the Galaxy volume 2: a boy finds his father after 34 years, but turns out he is a huge fucking jerk, also finds that Mary poppins was his dad after all, but then both Mary poppins and jerk dad died, with varying degrees of mourning from Boy.

Spider-man homecoming: omg so many second hand embarrassment scenes but it was so good! I laughed my ass off at the ending omg tony no. But also, that awkward moment when ur dates dad threatens your life and he actually meant it...

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Dude. Duuuuuuude that end credit scene. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude. That movie was just as hilarious as the first ant-man movie omg! It was fun and incredibal and I'm so happy the 3 combats were there. I was losing my shit over the baba yaga stuff!

Avengers age of ultron (semi live blogged): god, I'm 9 minutes in and I hate this movie... 13 minutes in an ur telling me this could've been avoided if marvel hadnt turned two Romani (from what I remember of mutant canon) characters into, not only human expirements instead of mutants, but voluntary hydra agents. -sighhhh-... 20 minutes in and why, why Tony, just... Tell the team, why do we gotta have lazy 'i dont wanna communicate' writing bullshit...Jarrrrrviiiiissssss my boy T.T... Did they really just try to make dissimising female characters and using their achievements as a sort of 'my horse is bigger than yours' as quality character writing? God this Bruce/Nat romance is so forced... Oh no, Ultron fucking appeared, why does he sound like a bad Tony stark impression? Ultron is fucking annoying... Fuck man, the plot with the twins have arrived, and I hate it... -mentions Wakanda- thanks for reminding of a better movie I could be watching... God, the acting is either way too dry, or way too ham... Wow... Clint is... The most mature person in the movie... Wow, the scene where Nat reveals she is infertile, is worse than I thought it would be, and I knew it would be awful... Hour and a half in, still bad... Though ultron is now acting like a c h i l d... Oh no, now we creating Ultron 2.0 this time its Jarvis... Please discuss it with the team, pleeeease... Annnnnnnd U didn't... Fuck... I'm so tired, 1 hour and 31 minutes and the team is fighting... Thor coming in for the jarvis Saaaave! Yassss vision with the worthy of the hammer! Okay the battle scene with ultron was pretty cool. Still dont like the movie over all.

Captain America civil war: not as much fighting as advertised. Too much 'we arent going to sit down and communicate' trope. Honestly I was too bored and tired to really actually pay attention to closely... All I got from it is the russos need to learn what a get along shirt is and be better film makers.

Avengers Infinty War: wtf, what the fuck, was that. That was some fuck right there. You are telling me thanos was really able to get the soul stone like That? And the mind stone like That? And all that other bull shit? Y'all Russo better be ready to have thanos ass kick in the next avengers movie. But damn that was some shit that happened.

Deadpool 2016: I loved every bit of the movie omg, it was everything I hoped for out of a deadpool movie.

King Arthur the one with kiera knightly: That uh, sure was a King Arthur movie? Way less weird than King Arthur Legend of the sword. Merlin didnt cast magic, and arthur was a Roman, but guinevere is a kick ass archer, soooo acceptable...

Deadpool 2: THAT WAS FUCKIN HILARIOUS I LOVE DEADPOOL SO MUCH! god I love this movie, I would die for dominoe.

The Nutcracker, four realms: such a cute af movie omggggggggggggg. I loved Captain Phillip the nutcracker soldier and the gold highlight they put on his lips 💓

Venom: listen. I did no t see this film for quality. I saw it for the symbi ote ok. Ok. I lov it. But blease for the love of god.... Y.... Did...... The......... Symbiote........ Take the shape of a sexy comic book lady..... When........ The same sexyness could have been achieved by letting the symbiote be big beefy orc like lady....

Love, Simon: I'm not one for these films... I dont like these films... They are teary eyed wholesome cake frosting that make my cold gay heart sick... That being said... I relate, I relate so much... Also... If I was in simons shoes and the blackmailing weasle Martin outed me? They would still be scraping him off the pavement... That is all.

Ready player one: it wasn’t as bad as some of the things i heard about it on tumblr, but its not one I will watch again.

Aquaman: "show off, heh, I could've just pee'd on it" is the exact quality line I want out of my films. Also that was soooooooo awesome! I loved it! More Aquaman!

Solo, a star wars story: Not bad, but not great, it kept on plot really well, not memorable but I won’t knock it. I still say the actor playing Han Solo looks photoshopped and not real.

Ghost stories (2018): awful... It was slow and boring, and I didnt like it... I rented it through itunes and it glitched part of the way through and I stopped being able to see the picture. Even after I got it working again I still didnt like it... Though I did like the message of "dont be a bystander", but the whole this was boriiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggggg.

Wreck it Ralph: okay, technically I caught the beginning like 4 or 5 years ago, but I finally actually watched it and it wasnt bad. Will go see the sequel.

Ralph breaks the internet: WAYYYYYY better than the emoji movie, also, I really loved the princesses scene, the bright colors, and following Venelope through the internet... Also.... Ralph........ WTF..................... Also............................. that Stan Lee cameo.................................... Heartbreaking............

Goosebumps 2: Mr. Chu and his Halloween obsession is me... Stones appearence had me dying omg... Also where tf r ppl getting these awesome super cool Halloween stuffs!

Hidden figures: IM NOT CRYING UR CRYING! omg such a great movie i fucking loved it. Couldnt understand a WORD of math that went on, but damn girls, calculate that shit.

The meg: listen... Listen... The trailer looked stupid... And ridiculous... I just... Wanted to know how bad... And it was bad... But it was incredibally enjoyable omg... I loved it... In all seriousness, it was actually a pretty beautiful movie when it came to marine life and the wonder behind it, and it was anti shark culling for fins, and it was very clearly "not all sharks are bad, they do as they do, but megalodon is about to fuck our shit up."... It was also fucking hilarious... My favorite character was meiying, the little 8 year old in the movie... The love plot wasnt forced and they way they did it the two leads were not having it and had actual chemistry... Just... Also the dog... The dog does not die... Pippin lives... The wedding is not ruined... Also the shark ate a billionaire soooooooo... We good meg... We good...

Pacific Rim: yes I know, I took a long ass time to watch this movie... But Listen... Explody robots and monsters... Hannibal chau... Look... I just... Sometimes take a long time to watch movies... You wanna know how long it took me to watch Merlin BBC? I watched every episode as it came out and then put off the last episode for 5 years... Listen...

Pacific rim uprising: ok I watched the first one so I could watch the one with my boi John Boyega in it.

Wrath of the Titans: wtf kind of movie... Like really what the f... Since when is zues ever responsible and wise.

Mission impossible, fallout: I liked it. It's an action movie. Saw it for my birthday, kinda interested in the other mission impossible movies now. I appreciate the advance tech and the obviously stupid impossible shit.

Oceans 8: Listen, i have never been interested in the Oceans franchise, i dont want to see crusty men steal things, but lads, im gay. Extremely gay, just, shamelessly gay.

The Breadwinner: holy shit that was a good movie.

Secret of the Kells: eh, it was a good movie. Not my favorite, but it was good. I mostly just like the animation.

Mune: Guardian of the Moon: dat was a cute movie, and also i loved Munes Design, he is a little fawn

Operation Finale: Wow, that was an amazing film, absolutely superb. Not at all like the trailers. Seriously, what is it and trailers where everything has to either be an high stakes action movie or a romantic comedy? but this film, spectacular.

The House With A Clock In Its Walls: A Neat little movie. Corny, but i liked it. like, its a kids movie in the same way A Wrinkle In Time is, but this one was little less disney-fied in the way that they needed to have this overarching lesson of empowerment, and more “this is a kids movie to enjoy, like Halloweentown”

Bad times at the El Royale: neat movie, somewhat engaging, kept losing focus at the slow parts... Liked the Chapter title cards... Can't remember who that "important person" was supposed to be.... I think I may have missed it...

Outlaw king: I liked it! Way better than Braveheart! Also.... Cpine was not that naked.... Butt....

Gnome alone: weird, didn't like it, like a bad combo of Mean Girls and Coraline?

Journey to the center of the earth: I said old movies were gonna be on this list now didnt I? Also this movie was awesome and I wish the book was real too.

Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy: Nice!!! I had been meaning to read the book before I watched the movie, but I've packed my book away soooo, MOVIE. Also out of all thw sci fi movies that have destroyed planets, this is by far the only good one.

Vvitch: it was okay... By the middle I was kinda wishing it would go faster. But it was okay.

Ex machina: I'm not done with the movie yet but it's so fucking creepy holy shit... Also "its kinda non-autistic" in relation to "aware of her own mind and mine"???? Wtffffffff.uggggghhhhhhhhhh ewwwweeweeewewweeeewwwwwww the talk about giving the robot a sexuality is so grooooooooooooosssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss he gave her a working vag and hearing him talk about fucking the robot was baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Mmmmmmmm no, did not like.

To all the boys ive loved before: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... Also that sibling relationship was..... Relatable.

Extraordinary Tales: tales based on Edgar Allen Poe and holy sweet Jesus I loved it, it has multiple different art styles per story and I loved them soooooo much!

The Golden Compass: okay but how could you end on that cliffhanger and not at least put out another movie????

Erramentari, the blacksmith and the devil: based on Basque folklore which I know nothing of, but it looked neat. It's also originally in basque but netflix has the English dub over. AND HOLY SWEET JESUS I KNOW THIS MOVIE IS SUPPOSED TO BE SCARY BUT THE VOICE OVERS ARE SO FUCKING FUNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

Dragon heart: I didnt like it, there were better movies I could have seen, I'm not gonna reach for this one again...

The Black Klansman: Damn, I might very well be speechless. That was a Fantastic Movie, came at you like a bag of Bricks, and the ending when it went straight from a cross burning to the 2017 neo nazi rallies, to trumps “good people on both sides” speech, to everything that happened in 2017. The movie did NOT fuck around with anything. God Bless.

Robin Hood, 2018: Antifa film of the YEAR! Yeah Robin, Be a Class Traitor to the ruling class, Spread Wealth, Down with the 1%!

The Princess of Thieves: OMG Kiera Knightly as the daughter of robin and also a kick ass archer that causes trouble!!!! Loved it!

First Man: dude that movie was incredible, it read like you were seeing snapshots of his life, not completely invested, but as though you were a spirit looking at memories. I kinda liked it. I loved the silent scenes that filled the viewer with anxiety, like a realization of the gravity of what was happening. Omg. Good film A+

Bohemian Rhapsody: OMG I LOVED IT SO MUCH OMGOMGOMGOMG MY QUEER HEART IS RESTORED AND THEY SAID BISEXUAL!!!!!

What we do in the Shadows: that was an enjoyable movie. I didn't quite like the reality show format but it was funny!

Overlord: That was a great movie! it had decently fast pacing, which is good that it was only an hour and forty-eight minutes long... They Plot-Ex-Machina’d alot of the movie, like the wounded soldier feeling fine for the main firefight, then remembering he was supposed to be wounded all of a sudden. I watched it with a friend who saw one character, turned to me and said “He’s cute, i hope he doesnt die” one (1) second before a landmine went off. Also, Ghouls created by science rather by supernatural means.

For the Love of Spock: -cries like a big baby-

Next Gen: screams of anti-tech ideals... Also.... Damn...... They are channeling the "addiction to iPhones" angle man, like, villianous angle...

Small Foot: Not bad, At least it was a Short movie, or at least it didnt feel like it was dragging on. The Songs were great though, I actually liked them and at least they were written for the movie and not like, a song that already existed...

The Spy who Dumped Me: I rented it through iTunes and it gave some Ukrainian nuts swangin in my face...

The Nun: it was okay, but let maurice theirult be a lesson; u see some creepy haunted shit, you grab a cross and you walk away. You dont go back to play hero, cuz then you get possessed.

Kin: there is a line in the movie that says "you got a decade of bad decisions under your belt" and I feel like that sums of this movies plot points...

Crazy Rich Asians: that was so gooooood! I don't normally go for romcoms, but ppl had been praising the film, and I actually liked it. I'm glad I saw the majong scene explain before I actually watched the scene, because it felt a shit ton more powerful.

Spider-Man, Into the Spiderverse: AMAZING! INCREDIBLE! the animation was TOP NOTCH, like, omg!

A simple favor: I didnt like it... It tried to be both a thriller and what seemed like a parody of a thriller.

Predator, 2018: I kinda liked it, it was a mindless action movie, and the ending left it open for a badass sequal. I havent seen the other predator movies so I have no idea if this is in faith for the series, but im guessing yes.

The Martian: It was cool and chill, I liked it, also Mark Watney cussing out a government agency via a hundred thousand dollar communications outlet is.... Mood.

47 meters down: 2hrs of one woman having an absolute panic attack and being right to worry about sketchy diving boats.

2036 Origin Unknown: kinda what I feel like 2001 a space Oddessey wouldve been like if I had actually watched that movie... Oh shit the Borg!

2001 A Space Oddessey: Have I ever told y'all that I dont like Kubrick or his movies? His movies are the epitome of that pretentious art school boi style that just does too much and tries to pretend it's more than it is and sweet merciful god why is this one 2 and a half hours long! I'm 40 minutes in and I have a head ache from the over ise of classical music and boring slow pace of the movie. 2001 a space Oddessey is 2 and a half hours long and only has 1 hr of actual relevant film... The other 1 1/2 is just unending, weirdly colored space shots, two color inversion shots of planets and eyes, theremin and flute noises, and classical music set to nothingness

RAMPAGE: a 30ft alligator showed up about an hour and 10minutes into the movie and the first reaction was "well that sucks" and it killed me on sight. The movie is awesome! In am so glad I picked this as my last movie of 2018.

#Year of Movies #Movie List #Movie List 2018 #New Years

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Stray Kids and Non-Kpop Songs They Remind Me Of

[All Music Listed In Playlist Form Here]

Chan: Tantrum - Waterparks // Arguably the main idea of the song is fighting against the music industry’s higher ups and elitists as well as the restrictions put on performers and the way it totally destroys some people. I just feel like that’s something Chan’s probably seen a lot of with training for so long, and the song’s “stick to your guns” attitude is something we saw a lot of with tracks like District 9 and Mirror and I’d kill to see more of that but with a more Rock or YaYaYa sound like this. 

Woojin: I’m A Mess - Ed Sheeran // I’m not entirely sure why this song always reminds me of Woojin to be totally honest, but i think it’s just the general vibes. This is one of my favorite of Ed’s songs for his vocals and the guitar kills me. I think that’s mainly why I associate it with Woojin. I could just see him absolutely crushing the higher parts of the song and it just makes me really happy to think about idk. 

Minho: Cheetah Tongue - The Wombats // Again, I’m mostly going off vibes they give, but I’ve associated this one with Minho since ASC he came out of his shell a little more, ya know? The song has this really interesting duality between nonsensical and deeply meaningful lyrics that overlap and intertwine to the point where it’s a puzzle to work out which are which, and I think that kind of mix shows through in Minho’s performances and when he’s in videos a lot. That plus the killer guitar and beat on this one feels just as addictive as he is lol. If songs were idols, this is the biaswrecker of my music. It’s fitting in my mind. 

Changbin: All Alone - Gorillaz // I feel like, similarly to Cheetah Tongue for Minho, this songs hits the duality of Changbin’s character and stage presence well. The style and vibe also fits with Stray Kids’ general aesthetic in my mind anyway with the whole dystonia-esc, societal reject, vibe of I Am Not. The song doesn’t have that fast rap we’ve grown to love about Changbin, but I think it hits all the beats lyrically and thematically. It also helps that when I first got into skiz he was still super into the “i like dark” routine and reminded me of Murdoc. 

Jisung: San Diego and Go -  blink-182 // I always thought Hellevator reminded me a lot of San  Diego thematically, and with Hellevator being the song I associate Jisung with the most from a lyrical aspect, the three always cemented themselves together in my mind. The introspective lyrics followed with an upbeat and determined chorus just reminds me of Jisung a lot. As for Go, the anxiety induced panic of the song as well as the bravery and determination to do what’s best for those around them and protect their loved ones, always made it one of my favorite blink tracks. It just seems like something Jisung would vibe with in my mind. Obviously with every artist we can only really know the side of them they choose to show or create to be shown, but from what we’ve seen, I would imagine he’d at least appreciate the lyricism of the music and vibe with the fast, upbeat instrumental. 

Felix: The Ocean - Tonight Alive // I was very tempted to go with Sister Cities by The Wonder Years for Felix due to the song’s themes of finding family even in the most desperate of times and foreign places, but I kept finding myself coming back to Tonight Alive. Aussie representation I guess. The Ocean focuses on the feeling after being knocked down and the fight to get back up again, which I think is something that relates to Felix a lot. Having the power of the ocean within you to keep getting better and powering through until you get to where you want to be. Relevant. 

 Seungmin: Shake It Out - Florence + The Machine // This is one where I focused more on the son’s general sound and vibe then lyrics to match it. I felt like Florence’s naturally gorgeous voice and soothing sense in her music if when it gets a bit chaotic and the music is just swarming it, really fits with Seungmin’s demeanor. The optimistic lyrics seem to fit him well too. There’s also this common, calming spirit between the song and him that is really motivating and endearing. His whole vibe always struck me to see him as the kind of person that’s likely to be one of groups’s motivators and grounding points. The kind of person you can fall back on when things get too crazy, ya know? Then again, I might just be projecting cause I used to listen to Florence’s music as a calm-me-down during high intensity moments and panic attacks. Either way, it’s my reasoning so I’m sticking to it for now lol.

Hyunjin: Ghosting - Mother Mother // Hyunjin’s was the hardest for me to pin down cause there’s a lot of different sides to him that stand out and are admirable. Ghosting is one of my favorite Mother Mother tracks, largely due to it’s dual nature and mentality. On one hand, it’s a very beautiful, abstract, track that deals with someone’s lingering habits around a past relationship and their realization to finally let go. Then on the other hand, it’s a silly, upbeat, playful tune that gave Ryan Guldemond the excuse to play with the cute and funny imagery of a Charlie Brown-esc Halloween and contrast that with the reality of a serious relationship and the life of his ex. I think the juxtaposition of the imagery presented with the sound of the track itself is what really made me want to connect it to Hyunjin. At least online, he always seems presented as more of a model then a hard working musician, and even less frequently is he shown as the funny and playful kid he (and the majority of Stary Kids) is/are. The song is a subtle ode to the hidden layers and complexity of many of us and the way that our inner selves often leaks through out exterior presentation when we’re at our most vulnerable. 

Jeongin: King and Lionheart - Of Monsters And Men // A very sweet yet powerful song for someone who strikes me as fitting that description fairly well. ^^ In all seriousness though, this song is a very kind and gentle tune that’s always been a very positive and motivating one, which is something I’ve always associated with Jeongin’s personality. He said in an interview (for the show i think?) that he tried really hard to be a very brave, positive force among the members and through music, which is something I think the song really vibes with. It just always felt like a feel-good kinda tune, and he strikes me as a feel-good kinda person. 

#this took me forever #but it was super therapeutic to do #hope yall enjoy #stray kids #skiz #sk #bang chan #kim woojin #lee minho #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #stray kids music #stray kids as #annie vents

[musicmixtapes]

October 10, 2018 Mix

Welcome to this week's installation of music! I loved finding tracks that blended well in terms of sound and meaning, as well as playing around with the pace of the pieces so not to cause monotony inside the eardrums. Enjoy and any suggestions/opinions, send my way

Spotify Playlist (Listen in order!) 1. Walls by The Lumineers - First off, can I just say how excited I am to see new music from a group who never seems to disappoint both my ears and my heart. While listening for the first time I thought, "Wow what a great song, but this sounds kind of familiar" so when I showed it to my mom she said "Of course it sounds familiar, it's a cover of one of Tom Petty's songs" and then it made my heart that much fuller knowing that. Petty is known to have the American writing way of describing through metaphor exactly how love and relationships feel at a moment suspended in time. Using that craftsmanship and words that cut to the bone, The Lumineers created a cover that is so folky and vulnerable sounding, I am sure that Petty would not be disappointed in it. 2.  I've Just Seen A Face by The Beatles - Continuing with classics that we may find hidden in corners of our mind, that pop out into existence from time to time, is this wonderful treasure from the Help! album, a beloved album to me and most of the world, I'm sure. I specifically chose this track because the title definitely created a supernatural element in my mind that translated to the feeling that love often gives, which is that it transcends regular human volition. It causes this reaction that cannot be expressed through regular conversation and absolutely needed to be sung about, which to me, is fantastic. Also, the really fast and frantic pace of the song adds to the urgency of the message of seeing someone in passing and instantly feeling a surge of love and the need to be with them at the moment. Falling in love is sometimes done in a slow motion type fall, but in this instance, it seems more immediate. 3. Moon Barks At The Dog by Saintseneca - The lyrical value that this song has is endless, and quite honestly, I could spend a long time doing an in depth analysis of this piece line by line, but for now I won't. The main thing I wanted to go in depth with a little bit is this image of the moon barking at the dog, which is just such a strange and abstract concept to grasp. Of course, the typical thing that someone would refer to is the dog barking at the moon, which is apparently a reference to the famous statement (I had no idea this existed): "It is common for the dog to bark at the moon, but if the moon barks back, the dog becomes famous." As a person who loves strange expressions, this has quickly become one of my favorites. There is also an entire verse that nods to Bruce Springsteen and his music not being the singer's cup of tea, which I disagree, but appreciate the reference anyway. 4. Los Ageless (cover) by The Wombats - I would say I'm sorry about including another version of the same song within two months, but I am not sorry at all because it is my firm belief that different versions of the same song can change it entirely and bring fresh perspective and possibly a new interpretation of meaning. Originally a St. Vincent song from her amazing album Masseducation, it was a more techno rock sound for sure, but this alternative group brought it down with a more acoustic sound fleshed out through it. I don't think the sound was altered so much that it changed the composition entirely, but the male voice for sure gave it a perspective which I was not expecting. To have a male singer express the notion "How could anybody have you and lose you and not lose their minds too?" makes me feel a glimmer of hope to diminish toxic masculinity. 5. More Than Romantic Love by St. Lenox - I don't know exactly what to classify this as and to be fair, I'm not sure that putting this artist in a box would be serving him justice in any way. I felt that I was having a conversation with a fellow new yorker while really really cool, eclectic music was playing in the background. And I loved it. Just all of the references to living in a place in time where you are losing someone because you cannot accept the fact that they only want a platonic love, not romantic. This goes deeper though, and examines how to deal with someone who is going through personal struggle and how to reach them emotionally while being sensitive to their needs. St. Lenox has such a soulful conversational tone that speaks freely about mental health, breakup and the nervousness of the city, also shout out to Washington Square. He's an artist on the rise for sure. 6. This Is The Day by The The - This is a classic example of a song with an upbeat, generally happy sounding tune that literally step by step tells about the woes that a person with depression has to go through. It actually really reminded me of a Smiths song, where the mood totally does not match the words, and this is a trope I absolutely love to see in older music. The image of eyes being red and burning when seeing daylight is so profound because insomnia is one of the main traits of depression, so this feeling of always feeling tired in the daytime is so relatable to hear about in song, which I never have before. The synthesized sound and the acordion that are strung throughout the song really emphasize the dichotomy of the sound and feeling, which also add the layer of how you look on the outside doesn't always match how you are on the inside. 7. Greyhound by Calpurnia - Have you ever made future plans with someone you are in a relationship with, thinking that basically you'll be with them forever, and then suddenly, the time for that plan comes around, except you're not together anymore? Yeah? Me too, and apparently the writer of this song was in this exact position because that's essentially what it's about to put it in base question format. But what really satisfied me concerning this song was not the super relatable storyline aspect, but the sarcastic way of telling something pretty sad, which seemed like an epic breakup and heart break. The whole "hats of to you, for you to go" is so sassy and like a middle finger in the center of a song about still having feelings for an ex-love, which was so fun to see. I hope the subject of this song listened to this song. 8. 15 Minutes by The Strokes - Whenever asked my top favorite bands, they are always at the top of the list. I don't know exactly what resonates with me, but I have been trying to pin point the moodiness and exacerbated feelings for awhile that me and this band seems to always share. I think it's the way that Casablancas always mutters some really sad yet humorous things while hard core guitar comes in and really great drum beats and a bass line are right in line with it. This song is no exception because it totally defies the meaning of telling someone how you feel and being comfortable with oneself about it; if I may be so bold, I think it generally classifies how one with lots of anxiety would go about telling feelings from a real perspective, rather insecurely and with the approach of joking about emotions in a very honest way. 9. Think I'm Still In Love With You by Joyce Manor - A new album by an awesome punk, angsty, emo rock band, news I will never be upset to hear about. Specifically, this artist has so many different qualities going past the initial relatable angst you feel when listening to the many, many, many songs they have about not being able to get over something or feeling like a burden in someone else's life constantly. This song has a clear shift in feeling though because the uncertainty is definitely present in terms of wanting to still be in love with someone because of a past emotion, but now things seem a bit hazier and they aren't so sure if the feelings are still quite there. This song comes about midway through the album, a really great placement on their part because it signifies perhaps a shift in weather during a one sided relationship and perhaps things will change thereafter. 10. So Tied Up by Cold War Kids and Bishop Briggs - Oftentimes I speculate from an outsider's look at a song, and piece together the meaning in relation to both the music and my own life. In this instance, I didn't really have to do so because the artist actually shared exactly what his intentions were with the meaning behind this song. He said, "With every new relationship, you either talk about previous relationship stuff (warts and all), or you just pretend like they never existed. Both are kinda terrible. When you go the full disclosure route it’s probably sincere, maybe you’re even praised for your vulnerability. However, you know it’s probably gonna be used against you later, in a fight, in the worst way." So that's that, and in terms of the gospel vibes I received from this alt rock song, I am very happy and get really pumped walking down the street to it. 11. Days On A Wire by Case - This instantly gives me the image of watching a movie scene where one person is lovingly thinking about another and kind of like sitting on a train looking out the window and considering their feelings, all wrapped up in desire. So now that I have shared my mental scene, let me explain that the really awesome acoustic with horns sounds that are produced in this piece add to the love song vibes that is perceived while listening. Also, the singer's voice is super dreamy and light, at some points seeming like barely more than a whisper of phrases, adding to the whimsical elements involved in the song. Actually, the horns in this song kind of act as a guitar usually would in terms of a melodic riff that occurs between verses and choruses, and I love this difference of instruments, a unique sound. 12. In The Morning I'll Be Better by Tennis - Taking some else's pain away is the hardest thing to do, especially when it's something not curable by care and devotion on it's own, but that's precisely what the artist is intending to say in this piece, which is tragically beautiful. So originally, I perceived this to be about someone's mental anguish and a relationship of sorts attempting to remedy this suffering by acceptance and love. In fact, this is not what the artist meant, but it's still a cool interpretation if I do say so myself. It was revealed that the writer's friend was deemed terminally ill and this was their way of processing the emotions that go into realizing that someone is most likely not going to get better. It is a love song that goes beyond love, but more about the wanting to take someone's pain and endure it so they don't have to. 13. Clueless by The Marías - Yes, yes, yes. My exact thoughts when seeing that this group came out with new music, when listening to the first few bars of the song, and then again when hearing the song two full times through (once for sound and another for words and meaning). The palpable tension heard in the song is so real for so many people when having an argument and to match the tension is the dialoguing throughout that basically says they can't handle the ups and downs going through the relationship anymore. I read that this was inspired by a spat between the vocalist and her significant other, drummer-producer Josh Conway. This revelation was incredible because imagine being in a band and a relationship with someone and having to create music while a major fight is going on. Me neither. 14. Running by Nicotine's Famous Honey - If I could title this anything other than what it is, I would title it "The Art of Just Barely Getting By In Our Fucked Up World" but that would not be as aesthetic as this aptly titled name. In the past, I have publicly argued against certain styles of music, simply because I knew less about music and didn't listen to enough genres on a regular basis. I am still trying to broaden my horizons, especially in terms of R&B and the Hip Hop genre in general, but this under emphasized artist is such a beautiful example of taking one genre that is criticized for being cliched and overdone and taking it to a whole different level. I love this combination of dream-pop, low-fi indie and hip hop and R&B all in one piece, and if you haven't looked into them, definitely check out some of their other music, it is so enticing. 15. Weird Honey by Elvis Depressedly - I'm taking the meaning of this song entirely from the artist because I think it can be interpreted a hundred different ways, depending on who you are thinking about while listening to it and what kind of mental state you are in too. Also we love to see an iconic guitar riff thrown in sporadically to a pretty sad low fi rock song, so that's a pretty cool spot in hell. The meaning though: "I lied before. It’s just an homage to Jesus and Mary Chain, and has no direct meaning. This is a love song so it could be seen as a pet name, or even a symbol of a love that is strange and new but full of sweetness. I find it incredibly strange that so many people have interpreted this song to be so negative, or even a break up song, when it’s the opposite. It’s a song about new love." There you have it. 16. Wings In All Black by Gregory Alan Isakov - If you are looking for an acoustic folk artist who puts emphasis on literally every single word and note of a song, look no further, he is right here, and also in my soul forever. Hailing from his brand new album, is this gem which sinks your heart to your stomach almost immediately upon listening. I believe this to be about having to rise up out of a really dark time in your life, despite not wanting to, the fact that instead of feeding the beast of loss, you have to grow wings of your own and fight against the demons you are experiencing. The image of having "wings in black" is a nod to the struggle between staying down in a bad place and having to come out of it no matter how impossible it seems at the time. I am now noticing a lot of these songs have to do with dealing with loss and mental health day by day, which is very important. 17. Should I by Arum Rae - I have to give entire props and credits for this song to my wonderful mother, who is always good for sending me songs to listen to on a weekly basis. Particularly, I first heard this song on my ferry ride home to New Jersey for the first time since leaving for college this year, so it has earned a really special place in my heart for the year. The piano is so present in this song, which as I have mentioned in previous posts, you don't get to see a lot in newer slow songs, which have become taken over by guitar a lot of the times. Also, Rae's voice questioning her every move and overthinking all her choices for the future is so heart felt and honest that you can't help but empathize with these feelings. The message of the song is maybe taking things one step at a time is the healthiest thing you can do when things get overwhelming in life. Yes. 18. How by Daughter - Ok, so finding out that most of the songs I have chosen for this week's mix surround the topics of loss and grieving past versions of self has become super illuminating in terms of my own maturation process. Staying topic though, this group always sheds light on the painful emotions rather than the pleasurable ones, which sometimes creates a dreary mood, but I like to view it as not being afraid to voice some negativity in order to clear it out of one's mind, which many people are apprehensive to do. This song describes pain as being in slow motion and I can't explain why that is true, but it is. The lines "hold me back, hold me back" in reference to wanting to go get someone that they have lost is so crucial to the theme of the song which is moving on from something while still having regrets in regards to the situation, feeling cheated or let down by someone. 19. Killer by Phoebe Bridgers - This playlist began with this song all by it's lonesome, but all along I knew that the rest of the pieces would be built around this, so I guess this has to be the reason why all the songs are so deeply related with one another. You may be thinking, wow I can't believe this song is about one's own death, this is really morose and ominous. Yes, I totally agree and think that it's really sad and death related, but knowing that it goes deeper than that is really vital to appreciating it's beauty. This is about a relationship being buried away and while doing so, dredging up all the past memories of loving a person. There is no remedy for knowing that two people are too much for one another, but this soulful lament is definitely a start. Also, Bridgers has noted that this song is in reference to Ryan Adams, famed songwriter who had a short fling with her when she was pretty young. 20. WALLS by Kings Of Leon - I did this on purpose, I made the first and last song both titled "walls" for a particular reason. I think they both serve very different purposes and perspectives to the metaphorical walls that are being broken down and simultaneously built up within a relationship. In the covered song that the Lumineers did, we see a shift to a more positive message of hearts having walls and climbing them is a struggle, but that it is worth it for the love we get to experience on the other side of it. In contrast, this very low tempo song (especially for Kings of Leon) is about kind of the exact opposite. This is about a man's ego being utterly shattered, exemplifying walls being torn down, in order to love a woman who just took his heart with her when she left. I don't think it's all sad though; I think this experience of walls coming down around someone to experience true loss of a person is so important for personal growth and strength. Thanks for listening and reading into things really deeply with me, catch you next week! Love & Listening,

Julia 

#alternative #Alt #altrock #vintage #indie #indierock #instrumental #music #newmusic #goodmusic #piano music #artists #playlist #listen #Mix #Mixtape #sound #new #discover #Spotify #bandcamp #soundcloud #lowfi #dreampop #bedroompop #vibes #Aesthetic #folk #acoustic #new wave

[rentcampervan]

5 National Parks You Cannot Miss on your Visit to Melbourne

When we have a campervan rental Melbourne, the itch to go on a roadtrip and visit some incredible places doesn’t go away. If anything, you want to hit the road for an adventure and grab some pleasant moments. The same happens when you go to Melbourne, which is home to the best cricket ground, one of the best monuments and several heritage/historical places. It is known as the sporting capital of the world. If you are in Melbourne, you cannot escape these aspects of the city. However, there is more to Melbourne than culture, history and sports. There is a side that is hidden deep in the parks and rainforests. Here, we will take a look at all the national parks that are added to the must-visit list of Melbourne. 1.    Wilsons Promontory National Park Popularly known as Wilsons Prom, this is home to several rugged granite mountains and whole set of interesting wildlife. You will see some beautiful animals including the kangaroos and wombats hidden peacefully in this national park. This place is where you should take your motorhome hire Melbourne for a trip into the wild and the beautiful. It houses scenic beauty with wildlife that need to be protected. You can spend an entire day at the National Park; once you are done looking at the species, you can go to the Norman beach. There are several other beaches as well where you can go snorkeling or to just lie down. 2.    Churchill National Park This park is located along a 271 hectare area land in Greater Melbourne. You will find several native animals, birds and reptiles in this park. It was built in the year 1944 in honor of the Prime Minister of England Sir Winston Churchill. Apart from bird watching, people can take the walking or hiking trails for a quick adventure. There are biking paths too in this park. The ground is built to own some spectacular picnic spots and barbeque tables as well. you can stay in your campervan rental Melbourne in the night to watch some unique animal species. 3.    Organ Pipes National Park It is located on the cliff of one of the oldest volcanic lava flows in the world. You can climb the volcano and then take the walk to the river valley to see this beautiful national park. This walk has been regarded by most as short and steep. It houses the native flora and fauna that can pique your interest. You might even spot the eastern bearded dragon while in this park. It is a great place for picnics and barbeque. You might find some nice walking paths in the forest. You may want to get a guided tour of the lava creeks and the history of the park. 4.    Alpine National Park This is yet another famous national park located in Melbourne. You can find some of the endangered species happily residing in here. It is home to the broad toothed mouse and tree frogs. Apart from being a space to protect animals, it is also designed for picnics and some quality time. you can even spot some nice walking trails while in this part of Melbourne. 5.    Yarra Ranges National Park This should be on your list of must visit national parks. You can take the motorhome hire Melbourne to this place. It is located along central Victoria, and is one of the most accessible parks. It is quite famous for its choice of species. Among the different plants, you will spot the waterfalls that make this place look nice and unique. It also houses nice walking trails and unique species of birds.

[thecowardlycreative]

Writing prompts as things my family have said:

I’ve often found that the problem with taking a writing class is that you’re often put on the spot to write. 20 minutes free writing time isn’t very helpful when you don’t have an idea. So I started keeping a list of things people have said to help me out when I get stuck. I lost a bit of the original purpose along the way but it’s been entertaining all the same. (Context in brackets where necessary)

My brother:

‘Punch ups can take a long time. Especially when you’re not good at punch ups.’

‘This stuff is pretty hardcore. It could be used in some sort of chemical warfare.’ (about his acne cream)

‘I’ve got a second stomach. I’m like a cow. But only half a cow.’ (On his fourth desert)

‘I’m like one of those salmon that only breed once and then die.’ (On what it would be like to cut up all his clothes to make an oompaloompa costume in a single night and then have nothing else to wear except an oompaloompa costume -- this one’s more context than quote.)

‘I find it weird that people hug each other... just, you know, willy-nilly... without intent of harm. If I’m hugging you, I’m trying to hurt you.’

‘Gary, Gary, Gary... put some clothes on. This isn’t some Daniel Radcliffe play.’ (After coming into my room uninvited)

‘I love how that feeling of your organs about to come out of your mouth transcends language. There’s a common word for it. Just “urgh”.’ (On the plane)

‘If I could lick my lower abdomen, I would too.’ (To our dog)

‘There’s something wrong with your armpits, Gary. They’re meant to be holes into your soul.’

‘Taxis... how quaint.’

[It’s worth noting: my name is not Gary. It’s just been so long since my brother’s called me by my actual name that, when he had to introduce me to his friends last week, he actually blanked.]

My mum:

‘I’ve heard things from that computer no one should ever have to hear. Things that haunt me in the middle of the night; “You ain’t got no cloud.”‘ 

‘Don’t talk to me about my delicate under-story...’ (muttered while watching Gardening Australia)

‘That stuff on the potatoes smells a lot like armpit. But not in a bad way.’ (About some chips my brother made)

‘This shirt’s just stretched and stretched. It’s going to be a dress soon. So I figured I’d turn it into a fashion statement. The statement is: my shirt’s too big.’

‘Never buy anything busier than you. That’s my motto.’ (About a polka dotted skirt)

‘Not my mother, of course. She always encouraged being in moral danger. If you weren’t in moral danger, you better have a pretty good excuse.’ (About growing up in the 60s)

‘If it didn’t make me look so much like a Nazi, I would have bought a leather jacket.’

*Reading a number plate* ‘”Tasmania -- the natural state.” My natural state is not Tasmania; it’s mania.’

Eldest sister:

‘They’re just a wombat’s bum with ostrich feet and a tiny beak glued on.’ (About kiwis, the bird not the fruit or the people)

‘So, you know, just head towards the usual blend of the sound of stabbing and Pharrell Williams’ Happy.’ (Giving me directions on where to find her on campus)

‘I will press the very well hidden button that turns this piece of crap into a tank and I will CRUSH YOU. Tiny turd to tank!’ (Her road rage)

‘I don’t have the energy or lung capacity to laugh at you but I want you to know, I would if I could.’

Middle sister:

‘I don’t understand SnapChat. I’d understand StabChat more.’

‘While I was there I had to keep just substituting the word “weird” with “cute”. “Oh boy. What cute dogs you have. They’re just so... cute.”‘ (while housesitting)

‘I don’t know what it is about this granola. It’s just like... what I would eat if I’d lost the will to live.’

[Bonus; my friend’s boyfriend: ‘If you’re going to be horny, at least bring Kenny G into it!’ (on why he hates ‘Blurred Lines’)]

#my family #writing prompts #mum #mom #writblr #not fiction #this is just a small. curated selection btw #for the record *i* am the youngest sister #which is why there's an eldest and a middle but no youngest