#i named him yukon

[libraryspectre]

I miss my dog that I only dreamed about last night and never existed in the real world so bad

#he was a gray and white pit bull with blue eyes #i found him as a puppy #i named him yukon #severely distraught to wake up and find out he wasnt real

[klbwriting]

Surface Tension

Chapter 12: Pointless

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: this is just fluff

Summary: epilogue, five years later

Notes: I hope you enjoyed this little story! I hope to write another story soon, I do have another idea in mind, just need to flesh it out. comment/critique appreciated, song is 'Pointless' by Lewis Capaldi

Taglist: @hyperagitatedcydonian13 @gabrieleskywalker @philiasoul @duchcess

I bring her coffee in the morning She brings me inner peace I take her out to fancy restaurants She takes the sadness out of me

Orm let out a breath, seeing it as it drifted into the snow-covered forest. It was getting dark soon so he better head back to the house. Everyone would be arriving soon, and he wanted some time to get ready. He piled the wood onto the sled and called for Rex to get moving. The Pyrenees barked and started walking back through the trees to their home. He unloaded the wood into the shed, grabbing a few for the fire and walked into the mudroom of the cabin. The wood went into the holder, his hat and gloves into the cubby and his coat on the hook. The dog ran deeper into the house, and he heard the joyous laugh of a baby and smiled. The mudroom led into the kitchen where Y/N was standing by the counter, decorating a cake meticulously.

“It looks and smells amazing,” Orm said, walking over and kissing her head. She took some of the frosting and made to let him lick it off her finger. He leaned in and she poked his nose with it instead, laughing.

“Your nose was red, wanted to give it a blanket,” she teased. He laughed, wiping his face and stealing the bowl of icing from her as revenge. “Orm! I cannot chase you in this condition!” she said, motioning to her stomach, just barely a bump showing. He set the bowl down again, but not before taking some and eating it. “Go see your son, get yourselves ready for the party.”

Orm headed into the living room and lifted his two-year-old son from the playpen, carrying him up the stairs. If you would have told Orm five years ago, but when he and Y/N took off from Maine in the night that he would be living in north end of Yukon Canada with a son and a daughter on the way he would he laughed. They had been so scared for the first year, moving at night, staying away from the water and major cities, not sure if Atlantians tourists would see them. They didn’t talk to anyone, dropping communication with Arthur, Aria, Atlanna, everyone. They were in Alberta, just roaming, when Y/N found out she was pregnant and they decided to find a place and settle, at least for a while.

They bought some land outside a small town and built a cabin, adding to it when they needed the room. Now it was just enough for them and their children, and Y/N even got to open another café in the town, becoming popular quickly since she was the only place to get decent coffee. Despite all their safety and happiness, they still wanted to see their family and friends again. Orm took it upon himself to get back in touch with Arthur and the others, inviting them to surprise Y/N with a birthday party. She still thought that evening was going to be just her, Orm, and Naut.

Orm put Naut, named for Y/N’s father, in the tub and helped him get cleaned up before dressing him in his pajamas. No reason for him to be uncomfortable when he was meeting new people.

“Play in your room while I get dressed ok?” Orm said, sending him off. He dressed and was just getting finished when Y/N came in.

“The cake looks great. Still don’t know why you requested so much, its just us,” she said, getting a dress on. No matter if it was just them, she still dressed up for birthdays, wanting to celebrate them as much as she could.

“That cake will be gone in the morning, and you know it, now we can enjoy it for a few more days,” he said, pulling her to him, kissing her softly. His hands drifted to rear, pulling her against him. “I know you just put the dress on…” he whispered, kissing down her neck. She giggled, pushing him back gently.

“You can rip it off me later alright?” she said, kissing him again. There was a knock. “Who…who is possibly here?” Orm shrugged and waited for her to turn before smiling. She went to get Naut, wanting him close in case whoever was at the door was a threat. Orm answered, smiling at his brother who pulled him into a hug instantly. He led them into the kitchen where Y/N waited, eyes filling with tears. Everyone filed in, Orm reuniting with his family and getting reintroduced to AJ and to Arthur’s other 2 children. Atlanna was holding one with Tom holding the other. Aria, Dean, and their child walked in after and looked at Y/N holding Naut still.

“O God, Orm procreated,” Aria said, leaning to Dean for drama. She ran over, hugging Y/N gently and looking at Naut. “He’s beautiful, so blond.”

“It’s a very strong gene that hair,” Y/N agreed. “This one will probably match.” She patted her stomach and Aria squealed. “Now, can everyone quiet down for a second?” The group looked at her. Orm smiled.

“I thought, it’s been long enough, our family should be able to see us,” he said, moving over to her. She nodded and looked at him.

“Thank you, this is great,” she said. He kissed her softly before letting Atlanna come over. Y/N gently handed Naut to her, telling him that this was his grandma. He seemed nervous but soon warmed to the queen.

“He looks just like Orm did at this age, is he trouble? Orm was trouble,” she said. Y/N nodded. Orm and Arthur stepped aside as everyone kind of sectioned off, finding food or exploring the cabin.

“I’m glad you called,” Arthur said. He watched as AJ and his other kids played with Aria’s child and Naut while Aria, Atlanna, Mera, and Y/N watched them from the couch. Tom and Dean were discussing the cabin, looking at the fireplace. “This is amazing, who knew my dick of a little brother would be capable of all this.”

“It wasn’t just me,” Orm said. “Y/N is what brought this about.” Arthur shook his head.

“It isn’t just her either. You were already doing the work, trying to be a better man. That’s why she chose you,” Arthur said. Orm nodded with a smile. He went to the stereo and turned on a song. Y/N looked up as he approached, offering her his hand.

“Care to dance?” he asked. She smiled wide and nodded, taking his hand. He pulled her close, hand to her waist, the other in her hand. “Does this make you happy?” She nodded, kissing him softly.

“Yes, this makes me happy, you make me happy.”

I make her cards on her birthday She makes me a better man I take her water when she's thirsty She takes me as I am

#orm marius #king orm #ormmarius #orm marius x reader #king orm x reader #kingorm #ormmariusxreader #kingormxreader #ormseries3

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 8 Silver and Gold (William Afton)

See what I did with that title *wink wink*Day 8 is here! I'm really proud of the inspo for this one. I watched Rudolph the red nosed reindeer with my parents the other week so this is basically that.

Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, Fluff, No specific descriptions or pronouns used for the reader, William Afton is a warning in himself. William calls reader Bunny as a pet name.

"William it's almost Christmas, you promised me-'

"I know bunny, I know. I'm sorry but I have to get this work on the animatronics done tonight"

He held the door to the pizzeria open for you as the two of you stepped inside. You had made him promise that he would put work on a back burner with the impending holidays but this was an "Emergency" according to him.

You trudged in behind him, purposefully dragging your feet in protest. You knew once William was sat down he was going to be here until he was done and not a minute sooner.

"Bunny c'mon, don't be like that"

William commanded without interrupting his stride. You sighed and rolled your eyes, but picked up your feet anyway. If you had to be stuck here a few days before Christmas with William the last thing you wanted was for it to be an angry William.

The two of you made it into the small parts and services offices in the back, this room always creeped you out for some reason but you could never put your finger on it.

You took a place on the chair that William had once rolled in for you as you watched him start to get set up. The old spring suit was already laid on the table awaiting repair.

There was always something about that old golden rabbit spring suit that made you think it was William favorite out of all of them. It was the only one he took such extra care of.

"How long is it going to take you think?"

You asked him, he looked over at you for a moment before shrugging.

"I don't know Bunny, why?"

"Rudolph the red nose reindeer comes on tonight and I wanted us to watch it"

"Rudolph? baby do I look like the type of guy to watch a kids movie?"

"Ya know I really would've pegged the man who owns a literal pizzeria to maybe like a kids movie"

William chuckled a bit at that, never taking his eyes off the animatronic.

"I guess that would make sense wouldn't it Bunny, You've got your own silver and gold right here though"

"Silver and gold? Like the song from Rudolph?"

Willian nodded, lifting the head of the animatronic spring suit up to you. He showed you the golden fabric covering then the silver endoskeleton underneath.

"Not really the silver and gold I had in mind Will"

You said but smiled never the less.

"Well Bunny it might have to do this time around anyway"

"Why do you like that one so much anyway?"

Will shot you a confused look.

"Like what so much?"

"That animatronic suit, it's like your favorite"

"Oh, uh well this one is sorta a...passion project ya know?"

Will started to get noticeably jittery but you knew he didn't really like to talk about the pizzeria in depth as it was so you didn't think anything of it.

"Sorry Will, I didn't mean to pry but you never talk to me about the pizzeria and I was just curious"

"It's ok Bunny, hey why don't I put this away for tonight and we go and watch Rudolph"

"Are you sure Will? I know you like to finish what you start when it comes to work"

He nodded, and began to put his tool aways. Before standing up and reaching for your hand.

"C'mon Bunny, let's go get you some silver and gold huh?"

You nodded taking William's hand as he lead you out of the pizzeria. One day maybe William would tell you more about his silver and gold and the rest of the animatronics, but for now Yukon Cornelius's song would have to do.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #12 days of ficmas #ficmas 2023 #ficmas #william afton #william afton x reader #steve raglan #steve raglan x reader #fnaf movie

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Summer in July

An Outer Banks Imagine

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: JJ goes to pick up a friend in need and gets more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Depression, anxiety, self harm, abusive families (verbal abuse), very vague mentions of SA. Please read with caution and take care of yourself <3

A/N: This is very angsty but ends on a positive note, I promise! It was inspired by the song Summer in July by Yukon Blonde because apparently I can’t listen to anything without wanting to write about it.

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“FUCK,” you scream as soon as your bedroom door slams shut behind you. You lean your head against it and let go of the tears that had been building up behind your eyes all day. The force of your sobs shakes your body until your legs give out from under you and you fall to the ground, slamming your head against the door on the way down. That only makes the tears flow harder and the shaking grows more violent until you’re practically vibrating. You cry so hard that your sobs are silent, like your body knows that the anger and sadness within you are so powerful that if you ever felt the full extent, it would destroy you.

You scratch at your arms, trying to claw your way out of your skin, out of your life, but it’s not enough to calm the pounding in your head or your racing heart. Your hands seek out the dips made by your hip bones and pick at the scabbed-over scars there. The feeling of the familiar raised lines helps ground you, and as a dark red spot starts to pool on the front of your dress, relief floods your body, and your sobs fade into hiccupy cries as you try and take in a full breath of air.

Then the door behind you rattles as someone pounds on it three times in quick succession.

“Shut the fuck up, you fucking psychopath,” your brother yells through it.

“Fuck you, Topper!” You shout back and his cruel cackles fade away along with his heavy footsteps. Now that your brother is home, your need to escape overrules everything else and you wipe at your face

JJ’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and at first, he ignores it. Everyone that he could possibly want to talk to is already here around the bonfire on the beach behind the Chateau, well, not everyone, but she’s supposed to be at some charity thing with her parents until late. When it buzzes a second, and then a third time, he pulls it out and sees three unread messages.

Y/N: can you come pick me up

Y/N: please, J

Y/N: i can’t be alone right now

JJ sets his beer on the ground and types out a quick reply, already on his feet by the time he hits ‘send.’

JJ: sure, are you still at the club?

Y/N: no i’m home

Y/N: hurry

Y/N: please

JJ: be there in 10, just hang in there ok?

He shoves his phone back into his pocket and turns to John B, ignoring the rest of the group’s questioning stares.

“Can I borrow the Twinkie?” he asks, desperation in his voice.

“Why?” John B questions him, and JJ bounces on his heels, already prepared to make a run for the car.

“Please, JB.” He tries to convey the gravity of the situation with his eyes to avoid saying her name in front of Sarah, and thankfully John B gets the message.

“Yeah, sure, dude.” John B pulls the keys from his pocket and tosses them to JJ, who takes off as soon as he catches them.

“Thanks, man!” he calls over his shoulder as he jogs back up to the Chateau.

“What’s that about?” He hears Sarah ask before he’s out of earshot, and he hopes John B has the sense to make something up because the last thing they need right now is Sarah Cameron getting involved.

He speeds over to Figure 8 and pulls up in front of your house, already typing out a text to you before he’s even put the car in park.

JJ: i’m here

You smile a little as your phone lights up with the notification, and you slip your feet into the pair of old, worn Birkenstocks next to your bedroom door. In the hallway, the glint of a picture frame catches the corner of your eye, and you spin around so you’re facing it. It’s a photo of you and Topper at the Fourth of July parade in town, back when you were four. His shirt matches your blue-and-white-striped dress and you’re both mid-giggle as you try to pop the bubbles that surround you. Seeing the two of you looking like the perfect Kook twins you were supposed to be makes your anger bubble back up to the surface. Your heart clenches with nostalgia as you remember how close you used to be before Rafe poisoned Topper’s mind and your parents drove a wedge so deep between the two of you that it would take an honest-to-God miracle to make things right again.

Before you realize what’s happening, you reach out and tear the photo off of the wall and hurl it down the hallway towards Topper’s bedroom. It hits the wall and shatters into thousands of tiny shards, and just for a moment, you feel at peace, like you’re floating outside of your body, but then you hear a familiar creak as Topper opens his door and you’re slammed back into reality. Not wanting to deal with him, you race down the stairs and out the door. You don’t stop until you’re in the safety of the Twinkie. JJ’s blue eyes glow in the dark, full of questions that you’d rather not answer. You wave your hand to brush him off.

“Just go,” you instruct, buckling your seatbelt and glancing back, searching for any sign of your brother. “My brother’s home.” You don’t need to say anything else. JJ turns to face forward again and pulls the car out of the driveway, speeding off back towards the Cut.

Things were moving so fast, and it was so dark, that JJ didn’t get a good look at you until he was confident that Topper wasn’t following and slowed the car down. He turns onto a side road and sneaks a glance over at you. He slams on the brakes at the sight of your mascara-stained cheeks and puffy, bloodshot eyes, slowing the Twinkie down to barely more than a crawl.

“What happened?” He asks, flicking his eyes to the road and then back over to you every few seconds.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mutter, breaking away from the intensity of his gaze to stare out the window. You don’t know how to tell him that your brain feels like it’s too big for your head, like it’s pressing against your skull, looking for a weak spot to burst through. You don’t know how to tell him about all the men your parents introduced you to, how their hands slid just a little bit too low on your back as they leaned in to kiss you on both cheeks, how their beady eyes swallowed you whole even from across a crowded room, how your mother told you to suck it up and let them do whatever they wanted because the only way anyone is ever going to want you is if you’re easy. So you stay quiet and watch the ocean roll past as JJ circles the outer edge of the island.

“Okay, no talking, got it. I can take you back to the Chateau and we can just, like, watch a movie or something.” Your throat shrinks. Sarah Cameron hadn’t been at the party, so you assumed she was there with John B, taking your place within the Pogues as the token Kook, living through all of the things you had experienced with them last summer. The things that were yours. The things that were supposed to be separate from Figure 8 and your family.

“Is Sarah there?”

“Well, yeah, but everyone’s out on the beach. I can sneak you into my room, no one has to know you’re there.” Your head starts to shake back and forth, and then your whole body joins in and you’re rocking in your seat. You had just barely managed to stop crying before, so the tears are in free-fall again and you’ve lost all control; you’re in survival mode. The memories hit you out of nowhere, like a train barreling through your head.

The late-summer sun illuminated JJ’s hair, creating a halo of light behind his head. You giggled as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, keeping himself balanced on the railing at the front of the boat while he shotguns a beer. The Pogues cheered him on, surrounding you with their excited shouts and laughter. Even with the wind blowing past as John B speeds across the water, you feel warm. When JJ finished the last of the beer, he crushed the can and threw it to the ground before hopping down off the railing. His smile was a shining star directed straight at you. You laughed as he pretended to trip and fall into your lap, accepting his familiar weight with open arms.

“Did you see that, baby?” He asked, sounding like a kid who had just landed a flip on the trampoline for the first time.

“Yeah, it was awesome,” you said. When he leaned in to press his beer-soaked lips against yours, you giggled into them and let yourself bask in the perfect moment.

Then the scene morphs from summer into winter, shoving you back into the New Year’s kegger the Pogues had thrown. Where it had really started to sink in that whatever you had during the summer had slowly started to pull apart at the seams. There were inside jokes you didn’t understand, teachers and kids in their classes that you didn’t know, parties you had missed because your parents had been parading you around to their friends, doing whatever they could to keep you from the only real friends you had ever known. And they were winning.

“No, no, no,” you repeat to yourself over and over as you rock back and forth in your seat. You’re trying to manifest it. Maybe if you say it enough, it will be true.

JJ slows the car again and reaches out to rest his right hand on your thigh to comfort you. He feels something damp and looks down at where he can just barely make out the dark red splotches littering the front of your otherwise light blue dress.

“Y/N…” he says, trailing off because he doesn’t have the right words for this moment. His voice is heavy, loaded with the confusing combination of love and frustration that has defined the past year for him.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You snap, pulling yourself away from his grasp and tucking yourself against the car door to get as far away from his pity as possible. “You can’t… I can’t… I want to fucking die, JJ.” A sob catches in your throat, forcing you to pause for a moment to let it pass. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be their perfect little Barbie doll, the collector’s edition, ready to be sold off to the highest bidder and kept on a shelf for the rest of my life. No matter what I do, it’s not enough, and I’m tired of trying. I just want to die.” The longer you speak, the louder and more frantic your voice gets, and JJ’s taking deep breaths to try and keep himself calm because it’s not very helpful if he starts panicking, too. But you’re scaring him. He knew things at home were bad and getting worse, he had been there through so many panic attacks and always dropped everything to come and get you when the walls of your house started to close in on you. But he didn’t know things had gotten this bad, and he wanted to beat himself up for not noticing, for taking you at your word when you said you weren’t hurting yourself.

He should have known.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, it feels like it’s beating way too fast and you’re pretty sure it’s about to grow wings and fly out from underneath your skin, and there’s a snake crawling up your throat and a chorus of voices in your head screaming at you that you’re not enough, you’re too fat, too ugly, too stupid, too fucked up to be loved and you can’t take it anymore. You unbuckle your seatbelt and grab the door handle, pushing it against the wind resistance to try and open it enough for you to throw your body through.

“Hey, hey, hey, whoa,” JJ yells, and he slams on the breaks, throwing his right arm out over your chest to prevent you from flying through the windshield. You crash into his arm and then you’re flung back against the seat. The car door slams shut and you deflate into the worn leather beneath you. Tears continue to stream down your cheek, but they’re no longer sad tears or even angry tears. They’re tears of defeat.

JJ pulls over and reaches across the center console once the car is fully stopped. He takes both of your hands in his. Your eyes are dark and empty when you look up at him, and his heart shatters; it’s the same look he sees in the mirror after a fight with his dad.

“Y/N… fuck, I’m so sorry,” his voice is thick and it cracks a little at the end of his sentence, forcing him to stop talking and take a deep breath.

“‘S not your fault,” you mutter, squeezing his hands to try and comfort him. The action makes the lump in his throat double in size, because here you are comforting him even when your own pain is so strong.

“I should have known something was wrong.” When you shake your head at him, he clarifies. “Like really wrong. I shouldn’t have let your psychotic brother scare me off. I should’ve kept fighting for you, for us.”

“I don’t blame you, JJ, not for any of this. When my family wants something, they’ll do anything to get it. I never expected you to save me from that. You’ve got your own shit to deal with and I’ve got mine.”

There’s a long pause as JJ tries to swallow his sadness and you take deep breaths to steady yourself.

“Fuck, Y/N, you probably know this already but I love you, and I know I should’ve said something sooner, but then all the sudden summer was over and it felt like you were drifting further away from me, from everyone, and I thought that maybe I got it wrong, maybe it was just a summer fling, but Y/N Thornton, I’m fucking in love with you. You make me feel like it’s summer in July and, fuck, I miss it.” He drops one of your hands in order to push his bangs back off of his forehead, and you rest your palm against his cheek, absorbing the warmth that had collected just under his skin.

You don’t say anything, just slide forward until your knees are squished against the center console and press your lips to his. It’s wet and salty, and you’re both crying but also laughing which makes your teeth knock together and your lips slip away from each other. It’s the least romantic kiss you’ve ever shared, but also the most romantic, because it's full of such raw emotion. When you pull back to catch your breath, you rest your forehead against his and keep your eyes squeezed shut to savor every last second of this momentary bliss.

“I love you too,” you whisper into the open space between you. JJ squeezes your hand and then brings it up to press his lips to your knuckles. Your eyes flutter open and you give him a small, shy smile to reassure him that you’re okay.

“Summer in July, JJ? What the fuck does that mean?” You tease when your breathing finally returns to normal, and JJ’s cheeks flush with a hint of pink.

“You’re just, like, warm and bright like the height of summer, when everything’s sticky and sweet and time slows down so every day feels endless and full of infinite possibilities. Last summer was the best summer of my life, and when I’m with you, it feels like I traveled back into every happy memory I’ve ever had.”

You smile at him and brush your thumb across his cheekbone, trying to convey what you’re feeling with touch instead of words because you’re scared that if you try to say them, you’ll start crying again. He watches you like he’s waiting for you to tell him what to do next.

“Can we just, like, drive around for a little bit?” You ask, voice quiet. “I don’t wanna… I can’t go home.” JJ nods and leans in to press a quick peck to your lips before he pulls the car back into the street. He turns on the radio and lets it play softly in the background, and the events of the day finally catch up to you. Exhaustion settles deep within your bones, and the gentle movements of the car paired with the soft circles JJ’s pressing into the back of your hand with his thumb lull to sleep.

When JJ’s made a full loop of the island, he turns to look at your sleeping form as he slows to a stop at a traffic light. He can’t take you to the Chateau, not like this, and it’s not safe to bring you back to your own house, so he makes a quick decision and shifts over to the right-turn lane, pressing down on the lever to activate the turn signal. He shoves his doubts to the back of his mind and tightens his grip on the steering wheel to keep himself steady as he drives across the bridge to the mainland.

***

A steady beeping pulls you out of your dream and back to the real world, and when you blink your eyes open, you’re nearly blinded by a bright light.

“‘S it morning already?” You mumble, blindly flailing your left arm in search of JJ. Your hand makes contact with something soft and smooth. Before you can identify the source, a familiar blonde head pops up and blocks the light from your eyes.

“Please don’t hate me,” JJ pleads. You turn your head to look past his shoulder and notice the tell-tale signs of a hospital room: a sleek white counter with a built-in metal sink, an outdated TV mounted to the wall, the various monitors and pieces of scary-looking medical equipment… you take it all in as JJ babbles. “I just didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t take you back to the Chateau and it’s not safe at your house and you tried to jump out of a moving car and I got scared that if I left you alone you’d try to hurt yourself again so I drove here instead. The nurse had to call your parents but since I told her that they were the cause of all of this they won’t be allowed to visit you until your 72 hour hold is up and they can get you into some sort of treatment program, and even then I don’t think they’re allowed to visit unless you say it’s okay… I can get the doctor to come and explain things to you, but then they’ll make me leave. They only let me stay so that you’d have a friendly face to wake up to, and…”

“Shhh, JJ, it’s okay,” you assure him, interrupting his rambling and reaching up to take his head in both of your hands. He closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

His eyes are shining when he finally opens them and you lean up to press your lips to his, trying to pour every ounce of love from your body into the beautiful boy in front of you. Even with the itchy fabric of the hospital gown rubbing against your skin and the incessant beeping echoing throughout the small room, it felt like coming home.

***

If the nurse on the night shift happened to notice that the girl on a 5585 in room 408 was awake, well, nobody could prove it because she conveniently ‘forgot’ to note it on the chart clipped to the door. That girl was in for a rough couple of weeks, and she deserved to spend one last night in the arms of the cute boy that had brought her in.

#imaginesandbandfiction #imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #obx #obx fanfiction #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagines #obx imagines #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank angst #angst #happy ending #thornton!reader #outer banks imagine #obx imagine

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a/n this took all of my brain cells lol anyway i kinda rushed this because i have an amazing idea that i will post later so yeah 👍 for the texts, left to right as always

CHAP 2 ; MEET UP, WITH ME?

"[Name], I suppose you have an answer for this?”

[Name] sighed, of course she didn't know. She turned off her phone with an annoyed look displaying on her face, as if it were for sale. She was too busy with the mere fact that her book report partner could kill her with the flick of his wrist and that her supposed ‘best friend’ never told her.

She could hear distinct snickering in the back of the classroom, and lo and behold. Kita’s vice president, Yukon.

[Name] snapped her head backwards to give Yukon a death glare that he couldn't forget. Everyone watched her face, not even a single cricket wanting to creek. The silence in the room was suffocating, deadly. She mumbled something under her breath and turned around in an effort to compose herself before letting loose on Yukon in front of her peers.

The corners of Baki's mouth turned upward. He stared at her unknowingly. Once he regained control of his actions and eyes, he snapped almost like a bullet train going full acceleration. With the loud sounds that came from the young man’s desk, everyone's attention turned to him, now staring intensely at the chalkboard in front of him. It had already been a good week since they first met and Baki had fallen for her. Badly.

He felt so bad. Terrible. He genuinely wanted to deny the love he felt for this woman but he couldn't shrug it away. Every time he saw Kozue in the hallway, he felt an unbearable sense of guilt overdosing him. It had been a good month since they had broken up and Kozue seemed to have moved on, rumors stating that she already had a new boyfriend. He felt terrible, he still had love for Kozue but he loved this woman as well.

The history teacher now in the front of the class cleared his throat. The whole class's attention had been returned back to him as he started his new sentence.

“Well, I'll assume you don't have an answer, do you [Name]?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.”

“Haven't I told you about this, Miss [Name]? We must have a good school reputation and if you, our school president, can't even pay attention in school, what does that mean for the rest of us?”

The teacher kept chewing [Name] out. Every teacher did this to her but it seemed like the history teacher wanted to be the school president more than she did.

“Am I understood young lady?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

She could hear stupid Yukon’s wheezing. It annoyed her, she swore if he wasn't in the gym 24/7, she would have beat the living shit out of him. Whatever, she better pay attention before her goody-goody teacher comes for her again.

ding!

[Name] heard her phone notification, she was already tired after so much school. It was literally Wednesday, what the hell did anyone want from her.

[Name] let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. Oh to hell with her life. She was kinda happy and giddy. This guy could be a wanted murderer because he's so strong yet she was basically going on a date with the same guy. This was absolutely crazy to her. How the hell did she even end up in this position?

She carefully looked back at her hands that were holding the phone. She analyzed the last text he sent. Why the hell would he send a smiley face? Is he happy to see her? She has of course heard the rumors about him. Besides the fact he was literally the strongest guy in the school, he had just broken up with a girl in the middle of a driveway or something. The students that heard the two said that it sounded like a K-Drama. It was so sad to watch and hear and of course, since [Name] was school president, she was eventually hearing about it.

Damn. The more she looked at his message and herself she realized that she liked him. Maybe. She knew that she has been single for all her life and every guy she spoke to eventually left her so she had been longing for a guy to hear her heartbeat and make her feel wanted. Maybe she just was looking for an excuse to stop feeling so sad and gloomy because most of her friends are already getting partners.

She got up to her closet and opened it. She scanned the inside and looked for something to wear tomorrow but she couldn't find anything.

“Well, I guess I don't have a choice do I?”

She got on her knees and started to rip clothing out of her closet into the floor in search of the special outfit she had specifically for a moment like this, she had watched plenty of tik tok on how to make a boy fall for you and good outfit ideas and finally knew she was ready to go. She had finally found her outfit, makeup, and personality she was going to wear at the date. She was determined to make him understand that she needed no man and thought that she just needed one compliment from him and she could steal his heart. I mean, every guy falls for an independent woman, right?

In poor [Name]’s mind, she thought he was a cold hearted person and was a complete narcissist because of his strength. She was going to change his mindset faster than anything she has ever done before. She felt a few hairs on her skin going up at the thought of it. She was going to do this. No one could stop her, she was already desperate so she would make him her boyfriend!

[Name] began undressing and getting herself ready for a nice warm bath after everything that happened that day when she felt eyes on her. She snapped to see who was watching her in her towel, even going up to the window and looking out of it just to slam it closed and pull down the curtains.

Little did she know, a man with all black clothing and a dragon-like aura was standing very close to her home in which she residented with her mom and father.

“So Baki, you left little Miss Kozue for her? I see why. Son of a bitch. You're such a pervert son.”

The man smirked a little, an evil glare appearing in his eyes. He seemed to be plotting something terrible for both the boy and the girl.

“She better produce some good grandchildren for me or I'll kill her myself.”

He stepped away from her house, his aura following behind him.

writers block go brr 🥶

all right reserved © please do not copy any of my works!

#baki dou #baki hanma #bakiissouwu #baki the grappler #baki x reader #hanma x reader #f!reader #baki son of ogre #baki smau #here you are my love <3 #katsumi orochi #jack hanma #x reader #<3333 #baki memes #retsu kaioh #lolz

[leelei1980]

We’re a couple of Misfits

Eddie Munson Christmas Head Cannons- Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

- Eddie likes to get high before watching Rudolph to “ Enhance the viewing experience .”

- Eddie feels like he can relate to Rudolph, they are both outcasts, Misfits. “ Poor Fucking Rudolph is the Eddie Munson of the North Pole.”

- Eddie thinks the Santa in Rudolph is an Asshole.

“ If you ask me Sweetheart , this Santa should be on the fucking Naughty list. He’s a grumpy old bastard and a bully, telling the elves when they are singing that it ‘needs work’ , they sounded fucking amazing, and standing there while Rudolph gets called names and doing nothing about it? Really Santa? And so fucking what if his nose glows, he fucking killed it at take off practice.”

- On skinny Santa: “ I don’t fucking blame him for not eating the food Mrs. Clause gives him, would you want to eat fucking purple food? Do better Mrs.C, this man’s responsible for delivering toys to the whole world.”

- On the other Reindeer calling Rudolph names.

“ I don’t fucking get it, why are they picking on Rudolph for having a red nose, but not picking on fucking Fireball for being the only reindeer with blonde hair?”

-On Donner hiding Rudolph’s nose.

“ Forced conformity, gotta make him look like all the other reindeer, heaven forbid he stand out or be an individual.”

- Eddie thinks Yukon Cornelius is the fucking man.

- Thinks it is fucking hilarious when one of the elves whacks the other in the head with a doll, and one cuts another ones feather off his hat during “We are Santa’s Elves.”

- Thinks that all of the toys on the island of misfit toys are worthy

- Thinks Santa should give Sam the snowman an electric guitar so he can “ shred at the North Pole”

- Would quote all the lines and sing all the songs, one of his favorites lines is,” Lookie what he can do!” And “ Bumbles Bounce!” Then he would look at you and ask you if you wanted to Bumble bounce on his cock or tell you that he is as horny as the reindeer😂😂

#eddie munson #eddie munson coded #eddie munson headcanons

[unmaskthewriter]

You’re A Great Man, Arthur Morgan: Part Two {Sean Macguire x F!Reader}

Summary: Arthur was always a ghost of a person, but now that he’s gone, the grief will remain. The only family left is the one you’ve made for yourself. Part One is HERE.

A/N: A few of you have requested and I delivered! I will be tagging you so that you see the update :) also, the first half takes place in Yukon as that’s where the Marstons go first several years before purchasing Beecher’s Hope. I don’t make it clear but they share a house in Canada, but are neighbors at Beecher’s Hope ~ @photo1030 @12timetraveler

I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, published and/or translated on any platform including Tumblr.

Word Count: 1517

Warnings: angst, mention of criminal activities and canon character death

January, 1900; Yukon, Canada

You lay in bed, beads of sweat slowly trailing down the side of your face. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as Abigail returns to your side, carefully handing the baby to you. The baby was wrapped in a beautiful blanket made by Abigail herself.

“It’s a boy.” She tells you as you carefully move the blanket aside, looking over your son’s features. A head full of reddish brown hair, and blue-green eyes.

God, how you wished Arthur could be here.

The baby yawned as the front door to the home burst open. Quickly, Sean and John entered, shutting the door behind them before the cold wind could blow inside. Unfortunately you had gone into labor a week early, and Sean was in town working when John had called for him.

“Where’s me girl?” Sean shrugged off his jacket by the front door, and began searching each room until arriving at yours. He froze at the door to the bedroom, holding his snow-brimmed hat over his chest.

“Oh lass…” He spoke softly, forcing one foot in front of the other until he reached your bedside. Carefully, you handed the babe to your fiancé. Sean admires the babe in his arms, checking for all ten fingers and toes.

“He’s so beautiful,” Sean whispered, “Hell… if it weren’t for Arthur we wouldn’t be ‘ere… my boy.” Sean tells his son, letting the babe’s tiny fingers curl around his one.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” A familiar voice questions. You look to see John standing in the doorway with young Jack.

“Traditionally, we would name him after me Pa-“

“Not this again.” Abigail muttered, holding her head in her hand.

“Ye of little faith, Abigail!” Sean chuckled, looking at the young woman, “We already chose a name. A strong one.” Sean stands with the babe in his arms, looking back down to him, “Artúr Macguire.”

“That’s a wonderful name. John, perhaps we should give them some time with their son?” Abigail suggested before leading her boys out of the room.

Later that night, you stood over the bassinet as Artúr slept peacefully. Sean came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you ever so gently.

“I meant what I said earlier, darlin’. If it weren’t for ya’ brother… I wouldn’t be ‘ere… I’ll always be grateful for that ol’ grouch.” Sean mentioned, emitting a small laugh from you.

“He was a bit of a grouch but he had his reasons,” You add, placing your hands over his, as his chin rested on your shoulder. A moment passes and your eyes divert to the worm satchel bag hanging from the edge of the bassinet. “When he comes of age, he will know what Arthur did for us, for him.”

1910; Beecher’s Hope

If you had asked yourself ten or so years ago if you would ever work on a ranch, the answer would be no. You were used to moving from one heist to the next, never truly considering tomorrow, only living in the moment. Despite that, John had bought a piece of property outside of Blackwater of all places, and built a ranch from the ground up with help from Charles, Sean and Uncle, but mostly Charles and Sean.

It is Artúr’s birthday.

You sit on the edge of the bed you share with Sean, the sun having barely crept up over the horizon. The room was still dark, the candles having been put out hours ago. In your hands, a journal with worn edges and pages. You felt knots in your stomach as the opened satchel sat beside you. In the ten years of having possession of it, you didn’t dare open it and seek its contents. The satchel alone was haunting you, to have something that belonged to your brother before he…

died.

You remember when Charles took you to his grave for the first time, back when the ranch was first built. Abigail had offered to watch Artúr, giving him some time to play with Jack whilst you were away with Charles.

“Oh, Charles.” You whisper, slowly dismounting the horse. His grave was facing the west, in the direction of the setting sun. Flowers adorned his grave. Etched into the wood, it stated: “Arthur Morgan: “Blessed Are Those Who Hunger And Thirst For Righteousness”. You are reminded of an earlier conversation back at one of the earlier campsites with Tilly, Hosea, Lenny and Arthur.

“When I die, I just want to be buried with friends.” Hosea admitted plainly. It made sense for him, such a simple man considering your shared lifestyle.

“Me too,” Lenny joined in, “with friends, or with family. I don’t think it matters more than that.”

“What about you, Arthur?” Hosea looked up from where he was sitting to meet your brother’s gaze.

“Me? Ah, I don’t care about that nonsense.” Arthur brushed it off, his hands resting on his weapons belt on his waist.

“Come on.” Hosea urged, taking a sip of his coffee. A moment passes as Arthur presses his lips together, thinking for a moment.

“Face me to the west, so I can watch the setting sun… and remember all the fine times we had that way.” Arthur explained.

“See, Tilly, I told you Arthur had a soul.” The old man jokes and you smile.

Your hands shake as your fingers rest on the outside of the journal. You blink away tears, wiping your eyes with the collar of your nightgown. As you prepare for the day, you can’t help but keep looking at the satchel. You hated how upset it made you, that no matter the time that’s passed, grief still had its hold on you. As the rest of the house slowly woke from their slumber, you had begun to set the table for breakfast. Sean and Artúr come downstairs, dressed for the day. Hanging on the edge of a chair was the all too familiar satchel.

“Good mornin’ love.” Sean greeted, coming behind you with a kiss to the cheek. You smiled and turned to face your son who was walking towards the table. It was adorned with a variety of hot food.

“Oh, happy birthday, my son.” You approached him and welcomed him with a hug.

“Happy birthday! Are ya excited for later?” Sean gently ruffled his son’s hair.

“Paaa, stooop!” Artúr laughs, pulling away. Sean only stands beside him with a proud grin.

“What’s later?” You question, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m taking ‘im out on his first hunt. I thought I mentioned it. John and Jack will be joining us.” Sean explained with a tone of excitement.

“Perhaps you did… I feel like my mind has been miles away…Sit, both of you. We should eat before the food gets cold.” You insist, sitting at the table beside your now husband. Everyone eats, discussing the plans for the day. After the hunt, the Marstons would be joining you all for dinner to celebrate Artúr’s birthday.

“I have something I want to give you.” You tell him, your breath is shaky. Sean takes your hand, squeezing gently as to reassure you.

“Before you were born, your Pa and I lived a… bad lifestyle. We were criminals, Artúr. Towards the end, very bad men were coming after us, and my brother, your uncle Arthur… s-saved us…” You explain as you blink away tears, carefully reaching for the satchel and placing it on the table in front of your son. Sean lifted your hand, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“It belongs to ya now, son. Your uncle would have wanted you to have it..” Sean added, watching as Artúr opened the bag carefully. He pulls out the journal, along with a few other various items Arthur had collected over the years. As Artúr opens the journal, a single photo falls out. Artúr examines it closely, flipping over to look at the back.

“Oh, Ma, I think this is for you.” Artúr extends the photo to you, and you carefully take it. Sean scoots closer to look at it with you. The photo was of the entire gang standing on the porch of an unfamiliar shop. You and Arthur stood alongside each other, while Sean stood a bit aways.

“Oi, there’s me beautiful face!” Sean laughed, pointing to himself in the photo. You flip the photo over.

“Nothin’ means more to me than this gang. I would kill for it. I would happily die for it. I wish things were different, but it weren’t us who changed. We can’t change what’s done, we can only move on” - A.M

You let out a stifled cry, smiling as you look back at the photo before handing it to your son. He looks over the photo once more.

“My uncle was a good man, wasn’t he?”

“A great man, son.” Sean corrected, his eyes glistening with tears as you both listened as Artúr began to read through the journal aloud.

“I bought this new journal after the last one got destroyed in that fire all those months ago, whenever it was…”

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #sean macguire x reader #sean macguire #arthur morgan #john marston #abigail roberts #jack marston #red dead fandom #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption #red dead fanfic #rdr2 fandom

[electronickingdomfox]

"Mudd's Angels" review

Published in 1978, and written by J. A. Lawrence, who continued the episode novelizations after James Blish' death. I'm only reviewing the short novel included: "The business, as usual, during altercations". Since the rest are just the novelizations of the two Mudd episodes of the series. Usually, if Mudd is in there, I know it's going to be fun, and this was no exception.

Spoilers under the cut:

Starfleet faces a sudden shortage of dilithium crystals, and if nothing is done about it, it will soon become totally inoperative. So of course the Excelsior the Enterprise is tasked with the investigation. Kirk starts interrogating the miners of several colonies, and finds out they've made contracts to sell all their dilithium to suspicious-sounding companies: The British East India Company, The Yukon Fur Trading Company, The Great Western Railway Company... All the miners seem to have found strangely complacent wives as well. It becomes evident who's behind all this speculation, once all the fake companies can be traced to the same planet: Mudd's planet, where he was last abandoned among the androids.

Upon visiting the planet, they're met by Mudd (actually a Mudd android), and invited to the Taj Mahal he's built for himself in there. He has also produced a lot of Uhura androids (called Aruhus), because he liked her that much. Unfortunately for Kirk, Mudd hasn't done anything technically illegal, but they still have to chase him to solve the shortage. The real Mudd has escaped the planet in one of the many spaceships he built using the Stella androids, aptly named "The Interstella", "The Stella Sapphire", "Evening Stella" and so on.

After this comes some very crazy stuff. The Enterprise follows Mudd and his cargo of dilithium beyond the Galactic Barrier, the dilithium causes an entire galaxy to explode (not our galaxy, but still) and everyone is sent back in time, to a point before Mudd started his evil schemes. In the end, Mudd is sent to trial before a court of his own androids, who in the meanwhile have established an independent government. And sentenced for the crimes he has committed (though actually, he hasn't committed them yet)... Well, it's complicated. Time-travel shenanigans.

This is the first truly comedic novel I've encountered, and as I said, it's pretty fun, and there's lots of absurd, witty humor. One has to suspend disbelief at some things, like the Enterprise and its crew surviving the goddamn explosion of an entire galaxy. But given the tone of the novel, it's forgivable. And some sections, like the trial, drag a bit too much, but without becoming boring. There's also quite a lot of funny moments with Chekov. He's chastised by Kirk for being drunk. He's hypnotized by McCoy to explore his subconscious, since Chekov is believed to be the most similar to Mudd of the crew (the poor guy). And finally, he turns completely nuts while crossing the Barrier, channels his ancient Tartar ancestors, and kicks Kirk out of the Captain's chair.

Spirk Meter: 3/10* Or rather, Mcspirk. After the galactic explosion, Kirk wakes up and sees Mudd's mug in front of his face. That makes him conclude that he's in hell, and condemned to watch Harry for all eternity. But then he hears Spock's voice. And oh, suddenly there's a piece of heaven in hell! And then, McCoy comes into his field of vision, and it's twice the heaven! It's just a little thing, but well, take it as you like.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

#star trek tos #star trek novels #novel review #star trek #mcspirk #harry mudd

[brainyrot]

Stuff from the comics I like and if they were canon to the inky mystery I would explode from joy part 2

Bacon soup has Bendy's face on it, it's really funny really, just having the soup you like the most have your own face on it for no real reason.

Alice is seen float a lot, it's really fun.

Boris growls.

Alice halo becomes smaller and her horns gets longer whenever she gets mad, along with fire.

Bendy just doesn't dress up for Halloween because he's a demon, but if he has to scare Boris, he gets a ghost costume (implying that Boris is not scared of bendy. At all. Which is very cute.) < from the cartoons

Charley just hates bendy lmao

love how whenever something happens, it has to be Bendy's fault. he's just a troublemaker, but his friends are ready to forgive him anytime.

Boris says "good golly gosh" a lot, actually.

"we're the first people to land in the moon, and it's YOUR FAULT!" love this from Alice actually.

Also in the bendy universe apparently the moon's made of cheese and there are aliens living there. Or whatever those turkeys were.

Alice is never up Bendy's bullshit.

according to Alice, bendy needs to get better at his "people's skills"

Bendy just has lots of pranks things, like the little joy buzzer (the thing where you shake the hand of someone and the someone gets shocked n stuff)

Also bendy has a pet fish. (Love how when he turned bubbles into a monster fish bendy still called him bubbles, like. Hey guys check my giant pet monster!!! His name his bubbles!!!)

bendy is just..not evil, even when he has literally something that can give him everything he wants (the pitchfork, even though in the end it was a scam) he just says "I shouldn't keep this to myself, but have everyone else have it too!!!" And immediately goes to give his friends their wishes.

Like, even if he calls Boris "his servant" he just treats him way too good.

also "bubbles you destroyed the whole town! Good work of course, but that's where I live!!" Awesome.

Despite bendy being a demon (demons are often described as filthy and greedy) he enjoys being clean.

Best description of bendy I saw "mischievous selfish bitch who steals pies from old ladies" (because in the comics he does steal pies. From one specific lady too.)

The first thing bendy does when the pitchfork turns out to be a curse casting pitchfork is say "oh no! Alice and Boris!" He truly cares man.

"think bendy! Put your devilshness to good use!!"

Alice openly says to bendy "bendy I will beat your ass once this is over", icon.

"there's only one devil who can menace alice and Boris and that's me!" Like when the older sibling says "only I can bully my younger sibling" beautiful. I want this canon in inky mystery.

Alice dosen't even question why bendy pet fish is now a giant flying monster, meaning he pulls out shit like this everyday.

"to think that dosen't recognize all the good naps we had together!" Boris has a favorite spot to sleep and it's that specific tree. (The dancing evil tree.)

BENDY SAVING BUBBLES WHEN HE FALLS😭🙏

bendy: "i've learned my lesson!!" Does the same mistake again.

Alice is really just a good independent woman, I love her. She's smart and she got charm.

I love how Alice can fool bendy and Boris pretty easily, she's the smart one of the group.

All of the stories with bendy, Boris and Alice being like characters like in devil's treasure, yukon bendy and such it makes me think they dress up and play pretend.

Bendy saying "I love that guy" to Charley like😭🙏 this man has no enemies !!!

"we've been here for fifteen minutes!! Time to go home." Boris is still a mood. (He's talking about working, btw.)

Bendy is casually a conductor. (Even more reasons why he loves trains, AND HE PLAYS WITH A TOY TRAIN IN THE GAME.)

Bendy does not like potato corn.

Boris gets offended if he gets called a dog, he will specifically tell you he is a WOLF, not a dog!

"boo bendy!! We love you Alice!!!" LMAOO

"see people of new York!" Either he went to New York to perform, or sillyvision is around there.

Also apparently bendy can lift things and make 'em float. He lifted Alice in the air and let her float around for a magic trick (or it was Alice floating for him but I doubt, since later he spins her and she doesn't like that.)

"whoops! That was my good tomato" 😭🙏 I LOVE THE BACKGROUND CHARACTERS

Let me appreciate the pizza guy saying "another, signore?" Which translate to "another, sir?"

Bendy can cook! Or at least, he can make chili.

Bendy does his bath with his rubber duck!!

Boris and Alice casually fishing where it says "no fishing"

They also just, casually look at bendy sleeping in his washtub being pulled away by the water.

Edgar is such a cutie patooie. He even asks politely "just don't tell the gang I saved you btw, thanks."

#batim #batdr #bendy the dancing devil #bendy crack up comics #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #bendy the dancing demon #toon bendy #Alice angel #boris the wolf

[akallabeth-joie]

Barney's Timeline

Now that the book club's almost over and spoilers a non-issue, it's time to assemble what I can of Barney's timeline. All dates are going to be counted from the start of the story in late May 19xx, aka "years before/after story starts". Citations are by chapter.

-35 years: Bernard Snaith Redfern is born in small Quebec village, to a failed veterinarian and a school-teacher. [28]

-33 years: Barney's mother dies [38] and he moves with his father to Montreal. [42]

-25 years: Barney's father becomes a millionaire. [42]

-24 years: Barney goes off to school at age 11. [42]

-13-17* years: Barney attends McGill for four years [38, 42]

[While it is specified that he attended for four years, Barney's age is not given. For this purpose, I'm assuming the common range of 18-22 years.]

-12 years: Barney meets Ethel Travers. [42]

-11 years: Barney gets engaged to Ethel Travers, but ends the engagement a few months later when he overhears her badmouthing him/his family. [38, 42]

-10 years: Barney leaves Montreal [38] for two years in the Yukon [18, 38, 42]

-6-8 years: For the next three years, Barney travels "everywhere", sending notes to his father from the Klondike, England, South Africa, and China. Later remarks hint that he also stopped in southern Spain, Italy, and Uzbekistan. [18, 38, 42, 43]

-6 years: Barney's first book as "John Foster" is published. [42]

-5 years: Barney arrives in Muskoka, buys the cabin, and at some point befriends Abel & Cissy Gay. [6, 42]

-2 years: Barney supports Cissy during her illness, bringing her gifts of fruit and flowers. [18]

-1 year: Barney grins at Valancy Stirling while fixing his car on the Muskoka Road. [6]

0: Barney meets Valancy properly while she's caring for Cissy. He takes her on a few dates, and then accepts her proposal, leading to a year of them living in the Mistawis cabin, where they appreciate nature and fall in love. [17-end]

+1 year: Barney reveals his full name (and backstory) to Valancy; and decides to resume living in a society & traveling the world. [43]

#the blue castle #blue castle book club #applying the forbidden magic of math

[ganymede-princess]

The Craving | Jack Conroy

PART 2

ship: Jack Conroy x fem!OC

warnings: mentions of death, brief description of healed frostbite

summary: Jack meets a musher girl on his first day in Alaska.

word count: 2826

a/n: I am actually extremely proud of this so I hope somebody reads it haha

written by @ganymede-princess

Living in the Yukon, you get used to craving. You crave warmth, food that doesn’t come from a can, a bed with a real mattress and a roof over it, the sight of a fresh face and fresh conversation. I had been out there for nearly seven years by the time I met Jack Conroy, and nearing my seventeenth birthday too. I stood at the edge of our camp, watching the prospectors stumble out of the narrow passage at the top of the pass, like rats spewing from a drainpipe. He caught my eye then, beet-red and fresh of face, dressed warm, but not warm enough, his eyes glazed with exhaustion and wonder. He reminded me of myself the first time I climbed the Golden Staircase, back when snow still glittered like pixie dust, and my father’s promise of a gold seam to call our own didn’t ring hollow as the wind through an empty mine. I knew Conroy instantly; the mirror of his father, the man who raised me better than my own. I kept my head down as he looked around, knowing he was there for Alex, but not wanting to face it. The Yukon would turn that boy hard as ice before long, and I didn’t want to watch it happen.

As he traipsed over to us, I crossed my arms and glared at him. Go home, Conroy. I thought. Go shack up somewhere warm, and be happy. He didn’t look at me once, so consumed with his mission. I shielded my face and retreated to the tent. The coffin was easier to face than Alex breaking his heart. Despite my reluctance, I knew I would not have minded taking him on. There were few young people so far into the mountains, except the few kids at the Tlingit village along the trail, but we never stayed long enough to get to know them. The boy could become my companion, of sorts. We would take him north-west from Dyea to Klondike, then set him loose to find his way to the Conroy claim to spend a few months frantically digging into the hill; and go home colder, hungrier, and poorer in spirit. I wouldn’t even have to see it break him. Alex wasn’t like that. He was a pragmatist. He and Skunker knew how to mush, and they took me on because I was the best scout you’d ever need, thanks to my daddy’s training. This boy was a city slicker, and the best he could offer the team was a morale boost, and Skunker was already too cheerful for Alex’s liking. We couldn’t take him. He’d be a dead weight. I tried to close my ears to his charming, eager voice as he tried to butter up old Larson. Soon enough, Alex stepped into the tent and nodded for me to help him lift the coffin. I set my teeth and heaved it. ‘Heavy’ doesn’t begin to cut it.

“Who’s in there?” Conroy asked, puffing a white cloud as he tried to catch his breath.

“Name’s Dutch.” Alex caught my eye and nodded in acknowledgement. I said nothing.

As sweet as his cold, dead daddy, Jack Conroy helped me lift the box. He waffled on in a voice tense with effort, about maps and letters, and gold dust in an envelope his father sent him on his deathbed. My heart ached at the thought of kind old Scotty, dying alone in his claim with that grey lump of diphtheria in his throat. We found him frozen one winter a few years past, and I left a bundle of purple lupines on his grave. My eyes started to burn and something in my throat thickened as I finished tying up my corner of the sled. I pushed past Jack to tie his side. He stumbled, his shoes struggling for purchase on the packed snow. Wolfish fury passed over his face as he regained his footing, then he calmed and went back to pleading his case.

“Everybody finds a little gold dust.” Alex assured him. “That’s what keeps you digging. But you have to strike it, and your father didn’t. Go home and find a regular job. You wouldn’t last a day out here.”

Something odd happened then. I caught the boy’s eye, still glimmering with hope, and realised three nuggets of truth at once: one; this boy was no stranger to craving adventure, glory, and a namesake, but craving food, craving heat? He had never wanted for these things in his life. Two; he had that grit in his teeth that showed the true conviction of his words. He would try to journey to the Conroy claim, with or without our help. And three; I had never known craving until I craved him.

“I’m a good worker, and I just want what’s mine.” He insisted, his soft voice strained in earnest as he trailed Alex’s heels. “I’m asking you to give me a chance.”

“Skunker!” I slapped the old man’s feet, sending him thrashing into wakefulness. You better back me up here you stinkin’ old bastard.

“Damn, what is it?” He exclaimed, limbs flailing as he leapt to his feet. “Alex!” He breezed past both Jack and me, still dazed with one foot in a fancy. “I was dreaming you, me, and Dutch was livin’ it up in Frisco! ‘Lil Quinn at a real college, the works!”

“Get the dogs ready.” Alex said coldly. This was his way.

“I hope Dutch appreciates this ride.” Skunker bemoaned, ignoring Alex’s crotchety comment and making no attempt to hide his annoyance for my sake. I damn well agreed with him. “‘Cause you shoulda died at your digs!” He hit the coffin with his fist. “Saved us a trip back.”

“Are you going near my father’s claim?”

“Scott Conroy’s son!” I called after Skunker. He turned on his heels, a half sceptical look on his face.

“What? Lemme see that face, kid.” He got up in the boy’s face and grabbed him by the chin, inspecting him close with beady eyes. Jack held his breath against the smell. “My God, Alex, he’s the spittin’ image of his old man! And I knew ya pa well. Clarence Thurston.”

“Jack Conroy.” Skunker slapped him into a frenzied handshake.

“You throwin’ in with us?” I knew I could trust old Skunker to have my back. I didn’t even have to plead a case for him.

“Yeah, I’d like to.”

“No.” Alex said simply. I knew this wouldn’t be easy.

“No? You’re taking him with you and you’re not gonna take me? He looks half dead already!”

I giggled. The first laugh I’d had since my daddy kicked the bucket. I slapped a mitten over my mouth to hide it and slipped away to wake up the dogs while Skunker bartered some gum out of him as an apology. Our wheelers, Fritz and Fatty, stirred and wagged their tails as I ran my hands through their fur, whining and baring their teeth in greeting.

“Hey, don’t worry about him.” Skunker assured him, waking up Digger and George, our swing team. “He’s just tired, that’s all.”

“Yeah, or he knows there’s gold out there and wants it for himself.”

“Woah, boy! You got the harness on the wrong dog.”

“Conroy.” I spoke up, meeting his hostile stare and forcing a calm over my body despite how flustered I felt. “If there’s one man you can trust in this damn place it's Alex Larson.”

He scoffed, seeming to ignore my words entirely, and rounded on Alex.

“Listen, if you don’t wanna take me, I’ll go by myself. I’ll get rich by myself too.”

“I think he’s crazy enough to do it Alex!”

“Skunker’s right.” I left the wheelers and sidled up beside him. “The Yukon will swallow him whole, we gotta take him.”

“Quinn, we can’t take him just because you think he’s cute.” Alex put on a shit-eating grin and tapped my arm with his glove.

“It’s not jus’ that.” My face heated up, but I saw no sense in denying it if it was already that obvious. “He’s got a musher’s spirit in him, even if he is green as snow peas, and I don’t wanna find him dead in the woods come summer and know we killed him.”

“Come on, Alex, he’s Scott’s boy!” Thank you Skunker! “Look at him, huh? How much trouble could he be?”

He cast a final sceptical glance at Jack, but conceded. Skunker winked. I stared him down for a second, admiring the swoop of his dark blonde hair, then let my lips twitch into a curt smile.

“I’ll take you as far as Klondike. Fall behind, and I’ll leave you where you drop. Understand?” Alex was all talk, as usual. Even if he wasn’t, he would realise soon enough that leaving this boy in the snow would mean signing two death papers at the Klondike post office.

“Yes, sir.” Jack beamed. At the sight of his smile, I felt the craving stir again, paired with a healthy portion of despair. I knew a virile young man like that would never make do with a musher girl who had lived amongst men so long that she had nearly become one, and often felt more dog than person; but to travel beside him for a while would be a gift.

Alex retreated to the tent to nurse his regret, and Skunker went out to the tuck tent to get some minced meat for the dogs. I went back to playing with the pack, settling beside them and letting the six team dogs crowd around me and vie for my attention. Jack came to sit beside me, eying me as cautiously as the dogs. The thin, agouti bitch who laid at the edge of the group got to her paws and came to watch him with her ice blue eyes. Her body was relaxed, though she let out a deep rumble

“Connie.” She turned her ear to me, but kept her eyes hard on the boy. “He’s a fine boy, he won’t hurt me. He’s Scotty’s boy.” Her ear twitched back up at Scott’s name. “Heel, Connie.” She stepped over to me, eyes always trained on Jack. “Sit now, girl.” She did. I reached over and laid a hand on Jack’s shoulder, stroking it like I would a dog. “Now do the same to me.” His eyes flickered to me, hesitant, but he did as I said. Connie cocked her head, then pinned her ears back and wagged her tail. “See girl, he’s alright.”

“Can I touch her?” His voice was full of wonder.

“You have to ask her. Give her your fist. Gentle now.”

Slowly, he raised his fist to her. Their eyes met. Connie froze, and for a long moment I thought she might bite him, but then her body relaxed and she licked his hand, then his arm, and soon she had climbed all the way on top of him to lick his chops. He giggled and squirmed under her weight and collapsed onto his back.

“Connie! Settle down, girl, he ain’t for eatin’! I know he looks tasty.” I wrapped my arms around her middle and lifted her off him.

“Thank you,” He puffed, clambering off the snow. “Um…”

“Quinn.” Meeting his eyes was almost painful. They were so blue, like a clear day when the sky reflects on the snow so bright it’s almost blinding.

“Ah, thank you, Quinn.”

I looked away and stroked down Connie’s hackles. Setting my teeth together to keep from chattering. Nerves make the cold so much harder to bear.

“How’d a girl like you wind up out here?”

“You noticed, huh?” I raised my eyebrows. “Not many folks do these days. I got used to being called ‘son’ years ago, on account of my boyish charms.” To his credit, Jack chuckles, though I was sure that must have been the first joke I’d told anyone but Connie-dog. “Doesn’t help having a boy’s name, neither.”

“I think Quinn’s a fine name for a girl.” He said it earnestly enough that I managed to spare a glance at him. “And I knew you were a girl as soon as I saw you.” I said nothing, only squished some snow between my fingers to hide my squirming. I almost wished he hadn’t seen me at all. “‘Cause I’d never known a boy to be that pretty.”

“Now, Jack-” I started, my embarrassment trying hard to fester itself into anger. Well, ain’t you living proof to the contrary?

“It’s the truth!” He shifted closer to me, and I shifted away in return, bringing my knees up to my chest and pulling my scarf over my nose. “So how did you end up out here?”

“Mushin,’” I gave him a sidelong glance. “Been out here with my daddy since I’s ten. It’s how I make my living.”

“Who’s your da- your father, who is he?” His face reddened, making me giggle. I hid my face in my knees to cover it.

“Who’s my daddy?” I lean a little closer, enjoying being the one to make him squirm. “Well, he’s a fella by the name o’ Ysbrandt Maarschalkerweerd, but ain’t nobody this side the Atlantic can pronounce that, so they jus’ called him Dutch.”

“Oh.” He took a moment to digest it. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, that’s life.”

“I-I suppose?”

“It is. People just up and die out here sometimes.” I pushed away one of the team dogs from licking up my ear without checking who it was. “It’s not so bad.”

“You don’t miss him?”

“Not as much as I miss yours.” I admitted. “He was more of a father to me than my own ever was.”

“Really?” He leaned in, brow furrowed in contemplation.

“Yeah. He checked on me a lot, and one time- musta been about thirteen- I stayed with him at the claim for nearin’ six months while daddy and Skunker mushed supplies up to Nome. That’s when he bought Connie-dog for me. We went down to Klondike a fair bit to watch the fiddlers, see, and one time there’s a little boy sellin’ puppies. Turns out ol’ Colton’s lead bitch got knocked up by a wolf while they were out in the woods. Cost your daddy a whole dollar, but she’s been an asset ever since.”

“Wow.” He stroked the brindled fur between her eyes with reverence.

“It’s right we take you to Klondike. I think if you live an honest life out here- you stay true, you never rob, or hurt your dogs- your bones turn into a new gold seam when you die. Your pa never struck gold, but he might have made some for you.”

“Huh.” He looked thoughtful.

“Don’t let this place kill your kindness, Jack. You might leave some gold behind.”

“I won’t.” He noticed the scepticism on my face and added more emphatically: “I won’t.”

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“Eighteen and still a green lil’ bean.” I shook my head. “You need better gear ‘n this. C’mon.”

He followed me dutifully to the sled where I dug around in my pack and produced my spare scarf, wool trapper hat that I usually wore under my coonskin, and a spare pair of fur cover-gloves to wear over his mittens.

“When you’re out in it, keep a scarf around your nose and mouth.” I pull the glove off my left hand with my teeth and show him the stub of my pinky finger, the missing tip on my index, and the hollow gouged into the pad at the base of my thumb. “‘Else you’ll lose ‘em like my fingers.” His eyes widened. “Wear these gloves over your mittens. I don’t have another coonskin, but you need more’n a baker’s cap to protect your ears. Tie it under your chin so it don’t blow off. You do that, you keep up with the sled, an’ you respect these dogs, and you’ll make it to Klondike with nothing missing.”

“Will they bite me?” He casted a nervous glance at the pack.

“No, but if you try anything abnormal I’ll bite you. They call me Dogtooth up at the Tlingit camp ‘cause a boy tried it on wi’ me and I bit square through his pecker.”

“Really?” He cringed, taking a step back.

“No.” I put my glove back on, smirking. “But you believed me, which gotta count for somethin.’”

“Did not!” 

“Did too!”

“Fightin’ already?” Skunker called out, hobbling along with two buckets full of fish.

“No, Skunker!” I waved him off. “Did too. Now come feed the puppies ‘fore they starve, get in their good graces.”

I turned to walk away, but Jack caught my shoulder and pushed himself flush against my back. I felt my heart quicken in that terrible, delicious rhythm as his lips brushed my ear. Every inch of me trembling with a craving like I had never felt.

“Did. Not.”

#ethan hawke #ethan hawke x reader #todd anderson x reader #white fang #jack london #call of the wild #white fang 1991 #jack conroy x reader

[mermaidsirennikita]

Do ypu have HR with the hero having this animalistic MINE MINE MINEEEE!!! I know all of them have them but there are some taking it to the next level

Weeeellll lol not all of them tbh. Because we are surrounded by pearl clutchers as of late.......

ANYWAY.

I'm obviously relistening to Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas, her most underrated banger imo, and when Kev finally gets with the program and sneaks into Win's bedroom all he does is cover her mouth with his hand and go "YOU'RE MINE" and she realizes it is THE FUCK. ON. And then he rails her for like 48 hours in his little fuck cottage, yay!

The Bride by Julie Garwood is the quintessentially MINE MINE MINE romance novel. Medieval border marriage book. Alec Kincaid literally drags Jamie up to a window so his people can look at her, and when someone asks him in Gaelic "what do we call her?" He goes "YOU CALL HER MINE". (He does not realize that Jamie also speaks Gaelic, which is embarrassing for him, but also beneficial because she's like "OH".)

The Dragon and The Pearl by Jeannie Lin... I forget how much the hero says "mine", but he does tattoo the heroine with his symbol (consensually!) and it's soooooo possessive and erotic and emotional. And he's a villainous hero, so he's very like "YOU BELONG TO ME NOW"

Flowers from the Storm by Laura Kinsale has a very alpha hero who suffers a stroke at the beginning of the book. The heroine helps him as he recovers (after some big asylum trauma) and he's always calling her like "my maddgirly" (her name is Maddy) and he's SUPER territorial over her and I love it.

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale is also a very "MINE" romance, but it's mutual because Allegreto is a horrible villainous alpha who happens to like it when Elena gets rough in bed. However, he also gets his "MUAHAHAHAHAHA YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW" moment. Allegreto is crazy. *Obligatory Shadowheart's First Sex Scene is Noncon Warning*

The Wolf and The Wildflower by Stacy Reid! Wolf Duke is VERY possessive. Because he spent years in the Yukon living with wolves. (Really.) (He sniffs her crotch a lot.) (Shouldn't work but it sure does.)

Stephanie Laurens writes super possessive heroes because they have THE CONQUEROR'S BLOOD and are very alpha as a result. Scandal's Bride is my favorite I've read of hers thus far *obligatory "she drugs him for the first encounter" note* and Richard, lunatic of my heart, literally refers to Catriona as his snack (which he must have every morning or he will be very annoyed, and then he needs like a follow up snack thrice more throughout the day). But like. EVERY Cynster hero is a mine mine mine guy.

Elizabeth Hoyt knows how to write a mine mine mine. The Leopard Prince is an underrated one imo, because like Seduce Me at Sunrise it's one where the hero almost forces himself to give her up but at the last minute he's like "OH NO NO NOOOOOOOOO" and snaps and like, fucks her until she's screaming within earshot of her brothers and the guy who wanted to marry her.

Duke of Midnight proooobably has her most possessive hero, Everyone's (My) Favorite Douchecanoe Maximus Batten. I don't know that there are many romance heroes who get quite as MINE as Maximus fucking Artemis while talking about how he's gonna keep her trapped in like a special hunting lodge and kill elk for her and feed her the tastiest morsels, and it's honestly a real "oh girl it's like that huh" moment because she's a vERY rational woman and she's like "yeah tell me more about it keep going" lmao. Some of my favorite deranged dirty talk of all time.

Jennifer Ashley's Mackenzie brothers are super possessive. Like, even the "oh ho we have a fun time" ones (Mac from Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage and Cameron from The Many Sins of Lord Cameron") are still very "ALRIGHT NOW. CALM TF DOWN" if someone looks at their wives for too long lol. Ian (The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie) literally needs Beth around to feel complete and Hart from The Duke's Perfect Wife, another "Everyone Else Thinks He's Too Much But Iiiiiiiiiii Like 'Im" hero is sooooo possessive of Eleanor. Wasn't even in his own book yet and he still made time to put money down her bodice to remind her that DADDY STILL HAS CASH.

Monica McCarty's Highland Guard series is basically entire made up of "mine mine mine" heroes lol. The Chief has a MAJOR alpha hero. The Recruit is big on it too, especially since she tries to keep her accidental pregnancy from him and he feels the baby bump by accident and goes all *INFANT. DETECTED.* and is like "NO BABY OF MINE IS GONNA BE A BASTARD!!!!"

Though it's a funny moment, I still think the hero of Tessa Dare's Any Duchess Will Do making the heroine recite his courtesy titles while he bends her over his desk is both hilarious and ridic dumb possessive hot.

The Earl I Ruined by Scarlett Peckham has a very consciously dominant, "whose pussy is this?" type hero, which we love to see.

Joanna Shupe has very possessive heroes--Preston from The Bride Goes Rogue comes to mind, especially when mY BOY the Duke of Lockwood is like, vaguely making friends with Katherine, because Lockwood is so hot that every other hero in the series is like "You wouldn't fuck him??? OH PLEASE DON'T LIE TO ME I WOULD FUCK HIM" and gets very jealous lmao. Fwiw, Lockwood is possessive of Nellie in The Duke Gets Even. He's always like "I'm keeping you" and biting her tits to leave bruises and shit. Which is what Joanna Shupe is allowed to get away with in a trad historical in 2023 lmao.

Obviously. Derek Craven from Dreaming of You. McKenna from Again the Magic.

If you're up for something dark and angsty, A Rose at Midnight by Anne Stuart has a very intense YOU'RE MINE NOW YOU WENCH thing, but uhhh check your triggers. I loved it!

#romance novel blogging #book recs #romance novels

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday Scottish actor Richard Madden born June 18th 1986 in Elderslie.

Richard was raised by his mother, Pat, a classroom assistant and his father, Richard, who worked for the fire service. He also has two sisters, Cara and Lauren.

His parents were “hippies”, he says, and their house was pretty open, with friends always piling in for big vegetarian meals. Madden spent a lot of time outside, in the woods behind their house. He has several injuries: he shows me where he shot his dad’s old air pistol and blew off part of his finger, then managed to wreck the same finger when he nailed a wooden plank to his skateboard, then crashed it, so apart from the Hippie parents it was much like most of our own days as bairns.

Despite growing up wanting to be an actor, Richard was very shy during his childhood. To overcome this, at age 11, he joined Paisley Arts Centre’s youth theatre program. In 1999 he was given the lead role as Sebastian Simpkins in BBC1’s children’s TV comedy series Barmy Aunt Boomerang, that’s him aged 12 in the first pic with co-star Toyah Wilcox.. By 2000, he’d made his feature film debut in the Iain Banks adaptation, Complicity.

After high school he was accepted to the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama in Glasgow, Scotland and in 2007, he graduated.

Less than two years later, Richard had a recurring role as Dean McKenzie on the 2009 BBC series Hope Springs. Soon after, he landed the role of Ripley in the 2010 movie Chatroom, a film about a group of teenagers who encourage each other’s bad behaviours after meeting online. In the same year, Richard played punk band Theatre of Hate singer Kirk Brandon in Worried About the Boy, a TV film about the life of British singer-songwriter Boy George.

In 2011 Richard landed his breakthrough role as Robb Stark in the HBO fantasy-drama series Game of Thrones. Also in 2011, he played gay paramedic Ashley Greenwick on the short-lived British comedy-drama Sirens. During hiatus from filming Game of Thrones in 2013, Richard was cast to star as Prince Charming in the 2015 Disney film Cinderella.

Richard won his first Screen Actors Guild award in 2014 for the Discovery Channel mini-series, Klondike. He played Bill Haskell, one of two adventurers who travel to Yukon, Canada during the Klondike Gold Rush in the 1890s. He further enhanced his reputation as a good actor when he appeared in the BBC drama Bodyguard in 2018, the following year he played Lieutenant Joseph Blake in the film 2017 and was Elton John’s manager/lover in the biop of the star Rocketman.

In January 2019 Madden won  a prestigious Golden Globe for his role as war veteran David Budd in the BBC show Bodyguard. He also appeared in the 2019 war movie 1917.

We last saw Richard in the movie,  Eternals, which was okay, but nothing great, he is one of several actors being touted as the next James Bond,

James is currently in the Amazon Prime series Citadel, I've watched the first three episodes and am not really impressed with it,I think he does pull of the American accent well, but I noticed there have been people saying he doesn't pull it off, Madden revealed he spoke in the accent for two years straight to prepare for the series. The show has been earmarked for a second series. Richard is set to appear in the feature film Killer Heat next.

In July 2019, Madden received an honorary doctorate from his alma mater, the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland. When asked about his personal life during a New York Times interview following speculation about his relationships and sexuality, Madden stated: “I just keep my personal life personal.”

Madden was recently named one of ‘Scotland’s Sexiest Men'  following a new study that identifies the most attractive features for men, he has competition though,  also in the running are Bathgate’s David Tennant  and Glasgow’s James McAvoy,

#scotland #scottish #actor #television #cinema #happy birhtday

[mawofthemagnetar]

A sneak peek of the planned Survivorguy Fic

Featuring weird formatting, script-style (for interlude chapters, don't worry, it won't be the whole thing) and lots of neato shit.

Enjoy this while I go reread the SAS survival guide.

Spoilers and unedited rough writing under the cut!

XBCRAFTED VOICEOVER:

“Hello. My name is xBcrafted, otherwise known as Survivorguy. I’m an explorer, an adventurer, and a former soldier. I’ve climbed K2 and crossed Antarctica, and I’ve made it my life’s goal to survive in the harshest environments on earth, to show you what it takes to make it out alive. I have no camera crew. I have no backup. Everything you see is filmed by myself. For the next ten days, I will be stranded in the wilderness. Follow with me, and find out what it takes to be…Survivorguy!”

[The screen blurs to show a montage of xB climbing cliffs and wading across waterfalls, and stuffing a cricket into his mouth. The theme tune plays over a modified title card. It reads: SURVIVORGUY: MEN VS NATURE SPECIAL!]

XBCRAFTED VOICEOVER:

“Tonight on Survivorguy, we’re answering a question many viewers have asked before. We get letters and emails and tweets, and we see you. You’ve seen me surviving alone in the wilderness, and you want to know: what about others? What if you have to take care of other people? Well, tonight, we’re going to find out!”

[The camera cuts to an overhead shot, looking down at three men with their arms folded in an empty room. xB is in the middle, in his usual clothes. Beside him, his brother Hypno, wearing a bandanna and his usual black getup. Keralis stands to the left, wearing his pilot’s uniform.]

XBCRAFTED VOICEOVER:

“Tonight, I’ll be trying to survive in the brutal and unforgiving Canadian wilderness, with two guys who barely have any survival experience at all.”

[The screen cuts to a shot of Keralis at the controls of a plane, directing it to taxi; it cuts to another shot of a completely different airplane, rolling down the taxiway.]

[NOTE FROM KERALIS: THAT IS AN AIRBUS A320 I WAS FLYING A 767 WHO DID THIS????]

XBCRAFTED VOICEOVER:

“This is my partner Keralis, who you might know from the heroic rescue of flight 1515. He’s an accomplished pilot who thinks the best way to start a fire is to pull the switch beside the fireplace. Ex-military, like myself, Keralis had some basic survival training in flight school…several decades ago. Apart from one or two camping trips and one questionable landing, he’s greener than your lawn.”

[The screen cuts to show Hypno at a computer, fiddling around with some code and opening a photo editor to tweak some colours. He glances at the camera, and blinks all three of his eyes, including the one on his cheek, before turning back to his work.]

XBCRAFTED VOICEOVER:

“And this is my brother Hypno. Hypno lives in Fort Lauderdale and is a skilled graphic and website designer. I think we went camping once when we were kids. Other than that, Hypno thinks that ‘roughing it’ is when the hotel wifi is patchy, and he absolutely hates the cold. Seeing as we’re going to the Yukon, this should be…interesting.”

#Magnetar writes

[leslie057]

pas de deux;

pairings: jonathan/nancy

rating: e

word count: 17.2k

summary: local midwestern boyfriend purchases ballet tickets in the name of love

read on ao3

Yes, he knows he’s been dumb.

Impulsivity got the better of him; this is like giving someone a pair of sneakers without having thought about what size they really are. A vinyl, but they’ve got no player. A sundress, but they live in Yukon. Greenland. An archipelago in the Arctic Ocean.

He can’t read her. Her cheeks are flushed, her feet are fidgeting. She keeps putting down the slips, puzzling, holding them up again above her face. Pinching her earlobe and brushing her hair back.

“Did you hear me? We really don’t have to go—”

“Sorry, I was reading.”

“—not if you don’t want to.”

“Shh,” she soothes, “I was reading. It’s just that I am kinda confused, I mean…you do know I quit ballet, right? Like a long time ago?” The sympathy that lurks beneath her honeyed cadence is like a punch in the face. Does she think he doesn’t pay attention at all? “I quit before freshman year.”

“Duh, I know. I know that,” he mumbles. “But I wanted to ask why you did.”

#clean in the beginning #gets dirtier #lol #*fic #jancy fic #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #jonathan x nancy #stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things fic #ao3 #ballet

[carriagelamp]

My internet died for about half a week this month, so I had a really peaceful few days where I had an enforced excuse to do nothing but relax and read when I got home from work. It was incredibly zen and I really sank into my books that week.

The Call of the Wild

A classic novel that I’ve always meant to read. I was sick and headachy this month and decided that this was the perfect sort of relaxing, narratively rich book to listen to. I really enjoyed it, would recommend. It follows a dog named Buck who’s snatched from his home in southern California and is shipped off to work as a sled dog in the Yukon, where a need for strong dogs to help transport goods over the snow and ice makes them very valuable. Buck has to learn how to survive in this harsh environment as everything from the weather, his fellows dogs, and his human masters seem to fight against him.

A Complicated Love Story Set In Space // How To Bite Your Neighbour and Win A Wager

Putting these two together because my experience with them was pretty similar. For both I was intrigued by the title, got them from the library on a whim, and didn’t really mesh with either. I didn’t really get far enough in either to give much of a review, they just didn’t vibe. A Complicated Love Story Set In Space set up a scenario that didn’t really interest me — not surprising, I’m picky about my scifi — and How To Bite Your Neighbour and Win A Wager just had an… odd writing style to it. It very much feels like it’s main goal is to be a kinda horny about vampires which, if that’s what you want, all the power to you, but it’s wasn't doing it for me. I had to suspend way too much disbelief for the scenario to function.

Indiana Jones and the Cup of the Vampire // Indiana Jones and the Curse of Horror Island

A pair of choose your own adventure books I found at a used book sale. I picked them up out of sheer amusement, and they were basically what I expected and paid for: cheesy 1980s adventure stories with Indiana Jones as a nominal protagonist. They were both varying degrees of improbable, ridiculous, and racist so YMMV but they were fun to play with while I was down and out on the internet front.

The Kootenay Kidnapper

Eric Wilson is a classic Canadian author who writes children’s mystery/thriller novels. I’ve never read him before and decided to remedy that. At this point I choose to withhold judgement until I read another… I’m not sure how I felt about The Kootenay Kidnapper. It had some nice descriptive language, successfully raised the tension from time to time and made me really try to piece together who the villain was, but then also had some strange dead zones as well. The whole thing read a bit like a 1990s stranger danger PSA which was also… weirdly nostalgic? But also just weird. Would try another.

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation comic v3

I continue to be a MDZS simp, this is not news. 

The Radium Girls

I don’t read much nonfiction, but this book was so narrative in its writing that I seriously couldn’t put it down. Kate Moore took a historical event (the girls that were paid to paint watch dials with radium paint in the early 1900s) that had been written about in scientific and legal styles, and instead retells it with a primary focus on the girls themselves. You follow a variety of real life women over the decades and learn about the all the machinations that went into them being horrifically poisoned by radium, and how that changed the very foundation of American workplace safety. Super engaging, unspeakably appalling.

Scott Pilgrim v1/2

My brother and I started watching Scott Pilgrim Takes Off on Netflix and… wow, it is not what either of us was expecting but we are loving it. We’ve both been big Scott Pilgrim fans since the naughts. Since I haven’t reread the series in years I decided I should pick it up to help notice the differences between the original series and this new show — I have the big, coloured omnibus version, so I reread the first collection of stories which amounts to volume 1 and 2 of the original. 

Scott Pilgrim is one of those comics that if you’ve somehow never read then you really need to, it’s one of my all-time favourites. It’s a story about Scott Pilgrim, a young adult who’s awkwardly trying to figure himself out, combining a coming-of-age slice-of-life with magical realism. The mysterious girl he meets, Ramona Flowers, can travel a subspace highway through Scott’s dreams — of course, don’t they teach Canadians how to do that? Huh, maybe it’s an American thing. Scott is known to be the best fighter in the province and when he defeats an enemy they explode into a pile of coins. One of the Evil Exes has Vegan Powers, and another can summon demonic back up dancers. This story just does whatever the fuck it likes and I adore it for that.

Heaven Official's Blessing v3/4

I continue to be TGCF simp, this is not— seriously, the series continues to be excellent and I only get more and more invested in not just Xie Lian and Hua Cheng, but also in the side characters that are introduced. I was thrilled to have Shi Qingxuan become a bigger player in book 4, and really liked the whole plot with the Venerable of Empty Words and Black Water. Please, someone, help this guy…

The Wind in the Willows

Another classic I had never read that I decided to pick up. It was excellent, I can see why it’s stayed so beloved over the years. Though I love a good cute-animals-in-lil-clothes-living-cute-lil-lives story, so I was an easy sell. It was much more tame than the likes of Redwall, but had a bit more going on than the likes of Brambly Hedge — it keeps you very engaged, but never raises the stakes so high that it stops feeling light and comforting. It is essentially a collection of stories that follow Mole and Rat, a pair of friends that live together on the river, through the seasons and the various misadventures they and their friends go on.

The Woman They Could Not Silence

Since I liked The Radium Girls I decided to pick up another one of Kate Moore’s books. This one follows a woman who was intentionally committed to an insane asylum by her husband, purely because she was intelligent and outspoken, refusing to be cowed to his opinions or beliefs. This story details her time in the insane asylum, the abuses that the patients suffered, and how she came to fight the laws that allowed for such abuses to be perpetuated in the first place. A fascinating read about a historical figure I had never heard about before.

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