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blueraineshadows · 9 months

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Your Leander fic converted me!! I love your writing!! I crave Leander x f!mc spice 😩 would you be open to them celebrating getting a home together and doing it on every surface to ‘christen’ the space? 👀

Thanks for the Request 💕 and welcome to the Leander Train 😁💖 I love how people are falling for him, and I love writing about him.

Leander Prewett x F!MC 🔥🔞 NSFW 🌶

The house was small, a little tired around the edges, and the windows needed cleaning, but MC couldn't stop the huge smile that was spread across her face. She leant her head against Leander's shoulder, his arm wrapped around her, as they gazed at their first home together. It was perfect.

MC hummed in delight as she squeezed herself against him, loving him more than ever, and looked down as he held up the little metal hoop. Two keys dangled from it. One for each of them.

After six months of living with his parents whilst they saved every precious coin, the joy of seeing those keys was almost overwhelming. Their own home, just for them.

"Shall we go inside our house?" He asked. She met his gaze, her heart pounding. She grabbed the front of his jumper and stood on tiptoe to press her mouth to his in a quick, excited kiss. He blushed, his eyes darting up and down the little street in case someone had seen them. "Is that a yes?" He chuckled.

MC nodded. "I can't wait to get you inside," she squealed. She tugged at him, hurrying him towards the door.

"Hey, wait, am I not supposed to carry you over the threshold?" He asked. "You know, tradition, romance...no?"

"No time for that, I've got a better idea," she grinned wickedly.

He laughed as she pulled on his arm, and he let her lead him, fumbling with the keys before pushing one into the lock.

MC was bouncing on the balls of her feet, hanging on to his arm. "Come on, Lee," she urged. "Open it."

He gave her a look, amused and confused. "What's the hurry?"

She grinned and pushed the door as the lock clicked. She hauled him inside and he laughed as she kicked the door closed behind them.

"What...?" He began to ask, but she kissed him, hungry and fierce as she dragged him across the floor away from the door.

None of their furniture was here yet, none of their belongings, but she didn't care. Once she had him near the far wall, she was shoving up his jumper, her hands greedily seeking out his skin underneath.

"MC!" He gasped. She giggled and popped the button on his trousers, her eyes dark and hungry as she looked up at him. "How about a little moving in celebration?"

She slid her hand inside his trousers, rubbing suggestively over his hardening cock, keeping her eyes firmly on his. He gasped again, his face relaxing with pleasure as she teased him. Months of sneaking about his parents' house and keeping their moans quiet had MC fired up. The freedom was making her head spin.

"Fuck... ," he moaned. He pressed his forehead to hers. "You're crazy. My parents will be here soon to help us move our stuff in."

"Then we had better be quick," she whispered. She bit her lower lip, reaching around with her other hand to squeeze his bum. "I like it when you fuck me hard and fast."

"Bloody hell," he gasped. He grabbed her and spun them both, backing her up against the wall. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue swirling deeply, possessively. She moaned, arching upwards and pumped him faster with her hand.

"Quick," she panted. She rucked up her skirt and slipped her underwear down, and Leander lifted her easily, propping her up against the wall.

He met her gaze, his cheeks flushed in excitement as he stroked long fingers against her heat. Her mouth opened, and she groaned, her eyes fluttering closed. He began to tease and then slid a finger inside of her. "Mmm, yes," she breathed.

"Merlin, you're soaked," he muttered. "You're a naughty girl."

"Only for you," she said. She slid one hand around his neck, the other pushing his trousers free of what she wanted. "Now," she begged. "I need you, now."

He filled her so perfectly, his hips thrusting up into her, one arm taking her weight, the other braced up against the wall. The sounds of pleasure spilling from their lips filled the little house, and MC was determined for this to be just the start.

Leander was still flushed, and MC was just finishing fixing her hair when Leander's parents arrived outside the front door. The lovers exchanged a little smile before he went to open it.

....*....

MC lifted a stack of plates out of a box and placed them on the kitchen counter. She couldn't wait to cook dinners and serve them up at their little table, just them two, in their own kitchen.

It had been a long afternoon of arranging furniture and unpacking boxes. Leander and his father had built the bed first at his mother's instruction.

"It's the best idea, because once you're done with all the unpacking, you will be far too tired to build it then," Mrs Prewett had said. "At least you'll have somewhere to lay your head at the end of the day."

Leander and MC had exchanged a look, a rather heated and private look, but his mother must have eyes in the back of her head. Leander had received a swift clout on the arm. "Eyes on your work, son," she had said. "Save that kind of business for when I'm well and truly on my way home."

MC had smothered her giggle, quickly focusing her attention on hanging her dresses in the wardrobe while Leander had flushed crimson, rubbing his arm with a scowl. Leander's father had flashed him a knowing smirk as he arranged the bed frame.

She grinned, remembering the exchange as she began to wipe down the plates, ready to put them in the cupboard. Leander came up behind her, his head bending to kiss her neck, his hands wandering over her waist and hips. "Mmm, hello," he said into her neck. "We're finally alone."

"Got something in mind, have you," she teased. She tilted her head, loving the soft kisses he was trailing up towards her ear. His hand slid up to cup her breast, teasing her through the fabric of her blouse.

"Fancy bending over?" He whispered into her ear. She shivered and bit her lip. She shifted her hips, pressing her arse into him and grinding suggestively. His groan sent sparks flying through her.

MC flung out her hands, scrambling for purchase, her skirt shoved up around her waist as Leander fucked her into the kitchen worktop. He was lifting her hips up, hitting her at a delicious angle, her hands braced against the wooden worktop as she cried out her pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm close," he moaned. His hand wound around her hair, tugging quite sharply as his hips slapped against her backside. She grit her teeth, gasping as he hit up against her, deep and hard.

MC deliberately clenched herself around him and was rewarded with a lovely groan from his mouth, and then he thrust in deep, throbbing with his release. She smiled, breathing hard as he pulled out, his seed spilling onto her inner thigh, hot and wet.

She turned, wrapping her arms around him and seeking out a long, slow kiss. She smiled against his mouth. "Two rooms down, two more to go," she giggled.

"You're keeping a record, are you?" He grinned.

"I want you to take me in every room," she said. She swiped her thumb over his lips, teasing them. "No more sneaking or being quiet. I need to scream your name as we make this house our own."

His eyes widened, scandalised and excited. "What about the neighbours?" He asked, blushing a little. "They might hear us."

She chuckled, pressing kisses along his jaw. "Let them," she taunted.

"MC!" He gasped. Then they both giggled, holding on to each other.

"It's that, or we make good use of a silencing charm," she said. "Either way, I'm determined to have my wicked way with you."

Leander beamed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I must be the luckiest man alive right now. I love you, so much."

She cupped his face, staring up into his eyes. "Love you more."

....*....

She had to admit it, his mother had been right. It was late, and MC stared at the neatly made bed, the soft pillows looking rather inviting after a long day setting up home.

Leander came out of the bathroom, hair still damp, a towel about his waist. "Bathroom is free," he said. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and opened a drawer to find his pyjamas.

MC eyed the toned muscle in his back and arms from all the work he had done on the family farm over the summer. She was tired and ached a bit, but heat stirred in her belly, especially as a drop of water slid down from his neck and trickled over his shoulder blade.

She moved closer to him, plucking his pyjamas from his hands and dropping them back into his drawer. "You won't be needing those," she said suggestively.

He met her gaze. "Is that so?"

She bit her lip, fingers trailing up over his damp skin to caress his shoulder and along his collar bone. "Wait for me, I'll be quick in the bathroom," she whispered.

"What in Merlin's name has got into you, MC," he chuckled. He grabbed her, pulling her in close to press a kiss to her lips. "Not that I am complaining, mind you."

"I'm just happy," she said. "I finally have you all to myself, and I am making the most of it."

He kissed her again, slower this time, and then again, her hands snaking up around his neck, her fingers sliding into his damp hair. She groaned and forced herself back from him. "Stop, I need to shower," she said reluctantly. "I promise I will be right back."

Climbing into bed with him, snuggling up under the new sheets, feeling the naked warmth of him pressed up against her, MC savoured every touch, every kiss.

They moved slower this time, re-exploring every curve, every inch of skin. The low candle light flickered on the nightstand as she stared into his eyes, their soft pants and moans filling the room as they made love. Leander took his time with her, ensuring she met her blissful release after the quick romps earlier that day.

Exhausted, but happy, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Neither of them waking until the sun rose the next morning.

They spent the day taking a trip into the local village, walking hand in hand, greeting the new neighbours they may or may not disturb with their antics. They shopped for food supplies before returning to finish off setting up their home.

MC cooked their first meal in their new kitchen, almost burning it after a few distracting kissing sessions, but they enjoyed dinner at their little table before they relaxed in front of the fire for the evening.

At bed time, MC slipped into the bathroom whilst Leander was in the shower. She tweaked back the curtain and playfully pinched his bum, giggling as he yelped in surprise.

"What are you up to?" He asked, giving her a look.

She pulled the curtain back a little more to show him she was naked. His eyes darkened. "Fuck," he whispered. He grabbed her hand. "Get in here," he urged.

Giggling, she stepped in and pressed herself against him, the warm water making her shiver pleasantly as it trickled over her head. She kissed him. "Last room in the house," she said.

"And then what?" He asked. He kissed her nose, her cheek, her jaw.

She smiled and smoothed her hands up his chest. "Then we start all over again," she replied.

"Now, that sounds like an excellent idea," he said.

His mouth claimed hers, and she welcomed the kiss, eager to continue celebrating their first proper home together.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #leander prewett #leander prewett smut #mc x leander prewett #blueraineshadows #askblueraine

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blackberrysummerblog · 21 days

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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Hey all! Thanks so much for tagging me @wellbelesbian, @aristocratic-otter, @valeffelees, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @ivelovedhimthroughworse and @iamamythologicalcreature! You’ve all correctly determined that I am procrastinating writing.

1. 🐬Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

I actually don’t have any that are named at this point. Titles and tags are really difficult for me and I put both off to the last minute and second-guess myself into hell

2. 🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___=___”

Popular movie retelling + flying goats = Baz and Dev have A Spot of Bother

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

Wraaaugugh, see #1 :P. I don’t know, in seriousness, I think the WIP mentioned above will end up getting a tag for sexual harassment or something like that given the nature of one necessary scene in the movie it’s based on. It’s not going to be worse than the source material, which is PG-13

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

Oh, to have so many ideas for titles that there’s ever an alternative lying around to spare :(

5. ⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

I’m pretty likely to finish a sequel to Field Trip of Dreams (SEE WHAT I MEAN about titles?) this week. The eighth years are off on another field trip—this time it’s a weekend training excursion with the Mage. Baz and Simon have been dating for the short time that’s passed since FToD, but they manage to get in a fight on the bus trip to Scafell Pike, and when it turns into a sort-of-tussle the Mage mistakes it for actual animosity and sends them off to a secluded cabin to bang (I mean work🙄) it out. Absolutely everybody but Davy—including the other teachers—knows exactly how much of a “punishment” this is

6. 💾 What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you've saved it as)

Practical magic au

7. 🖍️Post Any sentence from your wip

“Shut up, Gareth!” we shout as one, Snow adding a few brutish threats as Gareth pales and turns back around in his seat.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I actually can’t remember. I don’t plot my writing out very extensively so in a sense there’s hundreds of little scrapped thoughts rather than anything huge. I’m eliminating a lot of things with my crucible marriage fic, but it’s hard to say right now what’s actually gone or just being moved around. I know a major one I’ve been battling with is that prior to getting dragged off to Pitch Manor by his new husband Baz, I want Simon to have been living with Penny in a flat of their own, but for another aspect of the story I want him to have been living with the Mage in Watford (which is an au mage’s settlement in the fic) as well. There’s ways to work around it for the results I want, I just haven’t written it out yet.

9. 🤔What's a story you'd love to write but haven't even started yet?

I’m pretty sure I have at least a few lines written down for everything I want to write

10. 🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

Oh, man…actively, probably the field trip one and my COBB. Somewhat less actively: a reverse COBB fic, a sequel to Monsters Under the Bed, a sequel to After Hours where Simon makes good on his promise to despoil Baz on his office desk, and my unending crucible marriage fic. Less active than that: a fic response to a prompt for Simon being the one kidnapped and Baz has to rescue him. There’s probably (cough*definitely*cough) some pretty messed-up OOC smut stuff lying around in my docs as well, that I add to when I’m in the mood and have zero plans to ever post

11. 🛠️Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I keep telling myself to just write and stop worrying about this for the moment, but I’m kind of bumming myself out worrying about whether I want to use first or third person, as well as past or present tense, for my COBB. I think the issue is that some scenes are bound to play out better one way while others would be better served differently. This is not usually a thing I struggle with.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

🥰

This was fun! (Once I stopped putting it off, lol). No pressure tagging (and sorry if I get anyone who’s already done it): @cutestkilla, @mooncello, @artsyunderstudy, @prettygoododds, @drowninginships, @hushed-chorus, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @youarenevertooold, @ileadacharmedlife, @facewithoutheart, @imagineacoolusername, @ic3-que3n

#ask game #ask game for writers #procrastination #tag game #SnowBaz #SnowBaz fanfic #works in progress #wip

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toonqueen · 6 months

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Duckvember Day 12: Mother Duck (Part 1)

Part 2 will come with the Wrong Duck Prompt haha.

SO THE SET UP FOR THIS STORY:

MY NEGAVERSE HEADCANON FOR SOME MAGICSTONE FAM

Grimstone - Gladstone’s negaverse version. A hard working warlock and stuff. Lives at his (deceased) Grandma’s farm. Hates (Nega) Scrooge with a passion which has nothing to do with this story but it's a fact that needs to be known

Magica - a former Paladin (paranormal/witch hunter type) that was a light bearer in her former job (a term they used for healing and backup support/fighter type magic user. Because you can’t call them witches when working with paladins because witches are BAD.) Super nice stepford wife energy. Blonde for some reason because Negaverse rules you can’t make me change it.

Faustina- Their daughter and a bundle of hellish joy. 7ish years old in this fic

Kage - @cataradical ‘s OC that in his is 10 years old. He's a clone of Negaduck made in a SHUSH lab that got destroyed. Faustina found him a few years ago and thought he was cool and would hang out at the dump. Then He broke into Grim’s secret storage at their farm. He looked at this cussing angry dirty child and was like, “this is my son.”

Oirn - also an OC of @cataradical Left at their doorstep as a baby by a jerk Paladin. Probably 2 years old at this point?? Very quiet Canadian goose that can stare into your soul.

NO BETA BECAUSE IT'S A SURPRISE FOR THE PERSON THAT USUALLY DOES MY BETAING.

Here's a pic of the fam minus Grimstone. A comission by @duckbutts69

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“Why does your dad having us learn sword fighting? It's not the dark ages!” Kage complained as he dragged his training sword behind him. Faustina gave a shrug like she didn’t know. She then followed it with an answer.

“He told me once that his Great Grandma told him when he was a kid that the world is gonna end and there will be a breakdown of the supply chain and guns will become useless once bullets can’t even be made at home SO you can’t rely on just guns,” Faustina explained as he walked. She was giving her training sword a few swings, “Also good if my magic gets magic blocked. Then I can just stab them instead!”

Faustina proceeded to demonstrate with a few jabs in the air with her training sword. Kage rolled his eyes, still not impressed with the idea of sword fighting in general.

“Whatever, I’m not gonna show up for training anymore. This is dumb,” he complained as they got to the storage shed they were told to put their weapons in after their training session.

“You’re just mad because I tagged you THREE TIMES in a ROW,” Faustina teased.

“I got you several times too!” Kage defended himself. Before Faustina could reply back they both heard the bell from the nearby farm house.

“Ah yeah breakfast!” Faustina started to run to the house, “If I get there first I’m gonna eat ALL the bacon!”

“Oh NO you DON’T!” Kage replied as he ran to follow her. When he started to pass her, she tried to elbow him. He dodged though, and got to the porch before her, “Maybe if you didn’t wear dumb dresses you could run faster!”

Faustina made a snort not that much different than an angry hog. Kage opened the farmhouse door before she then bum-rushed at him. He got a very strong head butt in the stomach from his sister. It knocked them both to the ground in the entryway of the house. He pulled on her hair to get her to back off. The response from Faustina was just a giggle as she got to her feet and offered to help him up. It was just the usual sibling rough housing.

The two came to the kitchen table. Orin was already in his booster seat eating an apple fritter. There was a large plate of bacon and one with sausages. Magica was loading a serving bowl with freshly made scrambled eggs. As usually the table had the plates and silverware placed out like it was a fancy dinner.

Kage and Faustina quickly sat down and started serving themselves. Faustina put a piece of bacon in her mouth for every one she put on her plate. Kage noticed this and started to do the same with the sausage links.

“Save some for your Dad!” Magica said to both of the eager children. She put some of the scrambled eggs on Orin’s plate before putting the bowl on the table.

“He’s not my Dad,” Kage stated as he grabbed some bacon to add to his plate.

“Oh, but you have called him Dad a few times,” Magica mentioned to contradict him.

“UNDER DURESS!” the cranky kid replied, not quite pronouncing duress right. Kage may have misunderstood the meaning of the word too. The young duck knew he did call Grim Dad sometimes when he needed his attention right away. He then gave Orn a glare even though he had nothing to do with the conversation, “How come he gets one of those things.”

“He has those all the time for breakfast since he doesn’t like all the bacon and sausage that much. Did you want one of the fritters? I made a whole batch,” Magica offered as she headed back towards the kitchen. She pulled out a container that had more of the pastries in them.

“I don’t like them, I just want to know why he gets special stuff for breakfast,” Kage muttered with scrambled eggs in his mouth.

“Because he’s a baby picky eater,” Faustina answered before their mother could, “Babies get spoiled. Do you want to be a spoiled baby?”

“N-No!” he stammered at the direct question. He then flung a spoonful of egg at Faustina. She didn’t complain at all about the attack. Instead she just ate the splattered egg off where it landed on her arm, “Ew.”

“You ate spilled pudding off the floor and say ew to me eating arm egg!?” Faustina retorted back.

“YOU ate it off the floor too!” Kage accused and he flung more egg at his sister.

“Alright you too. You need to eat more than you’re throwing around,” Magica tsked as she pulled out a cloth napkin from her apron. She wiped off egg from Faustina’s clothes and her beak. She went over to wipe his bill as well. He was much cleaner than his erratic siblings but Magica just wanted to make sure. Kage grumbled and stuffed his mouth with a handful of bacon and chewed loudly.

Grimstone finally came into the kitchen, “Sorry I was tidying up something and couldn’t come right away. I hope there is some left for me?”

“Oh yes!” Magica answered before she took a glance at the kitchen table. There wasn’t really much left, “Actually, I can cook you up some more.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it dear. I can make something for myself. I know you need to go run some errands. I can feed myself,” Grimstone replied before giving Magica a light kiss on the cheek, “I’ll clean up the kitchen too.”

“Oh, thank you!” she replied as she took off her apron.

“Taking Orin with you?” Grimstone asked. The youngest usually went wherever Magica went.

“Ah, it's a short trip. He’ll be fine with you for a little while?” Magica asked.

“Of course,” Grim replied as he started to make himself a pot of coffee. Orin, hearing he was not going with his mother on errands, made a soft noise.

“Oh don’t worry sweetie. I’ll be back before you know it. You keep your father and sister out of trouble, okay?” she said to the youngest child. Orin just gave her a stare as if to say he was not happy with this arrangement, “I’ll be right back okay?”

She gave Orin a kiss on the forehead. Kage let out a disapproving snort at the show of affection to the youngest.

Magica left the kitchen to go get her purse and get ready to go out. As she was getting her keys by the front door, Kage walked by out of the kitchen.

“Oh, would you like to come with me?” Magica offered it to the boy.

“Uh… Sure. I’ll go grab Faustina,” he replied, a little confused by Magica’s sudden offer.

“She can stay here and help watch Orin. We can go just the two of us,” she explained while putting on her coat. Kage looked even more confused by this. He couldn’t remember a time just he and Magica went on an outing. She seemed to pick up on that, “Even Grim has taken Orin to the witches market without me.”

“Are we going to the witch market?” Kage asked. It was very hard to tell by his tone if he was asking because he liked that idea or not.

“No, just the regular grocery store,” she gave a moment's pause, “I'll get you some junk food. Whatever you want.”

“Oh hell yeah let's go then,” Kage replied as he went out the front door. He already headed to the car. Magica grabbed his jacket, “You need to wear a coat! It’s a little chilly today!”

Kage grumbled and pulled out a pick to unlocked the passenger door before Magica even got to the car. He quickly got into his seat and waited for Magica. She tsked at him.

“Couldn’t you wait two minutes for me to open the car,” she said as she got into the car herself.

“You should be glad I didn’t hotwire the car and already started going there myself!” he replied. Kage then hissed when Magica reached over to put on his seat belt for him. He didn’t stop her though.

It was a short quiet car ride. Quiet as in the two didn’t talk even though Magica asked Kage how his sword lesson was today. He just replied with a grumble. He then turned on the radio to some heavy metal station. Magica didn’t change it even though she normally would.

Once parked at the grocery store, Kage was quick to get out to start running inside. Magica shouted after him, “Kage! Grab a cart for me please! Please wait for me.”

Kage grumbled but did as he was told. Surprisingly.

“You need to keep up with me!” Kage stated as Magic came up to the cart he pulled out.

“I’ll try my best,” she replied while pushing the cart, “Now we need to get the main stuff I came for first before you can pick out what junk food you want.”

“Oh like hell I’m doing that,” Kage responded before scurrying off towards the candy aisle. Magica sighed and proceeded to go to the fresh department first to start getting what she needed on a list.

It didn’t take Kage long to come back with his arms full of candy to dump in the cart. Magica didn’t object to the amount of candy he brought. However she did yell out a ‘hey!’ to him as he ran back to the candy aisle. She pursued him while pushing the cart, “at least get some chips too. Junk food isn’t only candy.”

She paused before entering the candy aisle. There was something in her peripheral vision that did not sit right. Magica was a well trained former Paladin and did not look directly at it when she perceived it. Instead she reached out at a display at the end cap of the aisle. For a moment she pretended to be very interested in the oatmeal displayed there. She grabbed a box of the apple oatmeal and put it in her cart before turning down the candy aisle like nothing was wrong.

The aisle did have a camera with a little video screen for loss prevention purposes. It had thick static lines that went across the display. The set up clearly had many physical attacks to it in the past leaving it in rough shape. When Magica glanced up at it though, she was able to decipher what she saw.

The person was not in uniform. However the way his clothes fit felt like one. An unwrinkled black dress shirt and pants. The canine's eyes scanned the area like he was looking for something. Magica could easily read he was someone looking for a target. Not any type of security officer though. It was obvious to her this person was on the hunt.

Magica didn’t make any friends when her and her brother left the paladin order she was in. The witch’s concern right now was this person was looking for her.

“Alright Kage. That’s enough for now. I think we’ll have a little change of plan for dinner tonight. How about we get pizza later for dinner instead. Or burgers. Any fast food you like. Whatever you prefer,” Magica offered as she pushed her cart further down the aisle. Quite purposely away from the person on the hunt.

She expected Kage to be happy with the offer of a fast food dinner. Instead he seemed offended, “Do you even know what I’d prefer?”

“Ah, well you have a wide variety of stuff you like. Let's go check out now and discuss it in the car, okay?” she looked behind her to make sure Kage was following behind her. He was trailing behind her with a scowl on his bill. When she turned to look back in the direction she was going she noticed another unusual gentleman glancing past every aisle. Same outfit as the previous person she saw, but now also wearing a tie. She turned to face away from him. Once again she pretended to look at a product on the shelf. Kage huffed at her sudden pause, not knowing what was going on.

The man turned down their aisle but did not take any notice of Magica. However, he did take notice of Kage. He gave the grumbling child a glance as he kept walking past. The stranger then gave a tilt of his head signal to another person nearby.

Magica had seen this and made the tactical decision to still pretend everything was normal.

Grim and Faustina had given her vague details about Kage’ origins. The logical conclusion is this was ‘SHUSH’ looking for the boy.

“What's going on?” Kage raised an eyebrow. He was young but not dumb.

“Dear, let's just ring out what you picked and I’ll explain once we’re headed home,” Magica said as she gave Kage a pinch on his cheek. He hated when she did that but he let her.

“Are you trying to figure out my favorite things because you make the dumb baby whatever he likes all the time?” Kage stated as he followed Magica down the aisle. Though he would often refer to Faustina as his sister, he never really did call Orin his brother. Dumb baby was a better way to describe him.

Magica kept her eyes peeled for anyone else acting suspicious as she casually walked towards the check out, “I do realize that I assumed you like a lot of the same things Faustina does. I can make whatever you like the most.”

“Okay. What do I like the most?” Kage crossed his arms as he asked. Magica was busy unloading the cart for the cashier. She had noticed at least three other people acting suspiciously. The former paladin was all too familiar with how someone behaved when they had their eyes on a target.

“Bacon butter cheese sticks?” she replied to the boy.

“No,” Kage grumbled, “You even make stuff for when the stupid redhead or Macawber kid visits. You know their favorites and not mine!”

“Like I said, I thought you like all the same things Faustina enjoys. I’m sorry I don’t know. I’ll make or buy whatever you like and keep it in the house. Okay?” Magica tried to still use her diplomatic mother tone. She wasn’t frustrated with Kage, but more the situation of having to discuss this while it was very possible there were agents planning an attack on them.

Kage made a grumbing noise that wasn't any clear words. He stormed out before Magica could pay for the junk food. Magica said a soft sorry to the cashier before running out after him. She glanced to see at least two of the suspicious strangers were following them out.

Magica was able to still run at a fast speed even in heels. She caught up with Kage in moments and picked him up under her arm like a sack of potatoes. He didn’t even have a chance to complain before she ducked with him behind a random parked car, “Go to the car and wait. I’ll take care of this.”

Kage opened his beak to try to complain again but was shocked when Magica handed him the car gets. It meant this was serious. She pulled a pouch of dust from her purse and sprinkled it on Kage. The young duck sneezed at that which drew the attention of one of the strangers.

From her purse she also pulled out a flask and whispered, “Una strega travestita da pecora è più di un avvertimento.”

“What are you doing?” Kage muttered, not as quietly as he could have.

“Car, now!” she commanded him. Normally he would complain at being told what to do but this surprised him so much he went ahead and looked for the car. He had ducked behind a different car when he had seen the suspicious canine in a black shirt. Kage began to put together what was happening.

When he looked in the side mirror of the car he was hiding behind things got even more interesting. He could not see himself reflected in the mirror. He assumed the dumb glitter Magica had sprinkled on him had done that. The young duck was left to wonder why she hasn’t done the same to herself.

That was answered for him as he saw HIMSELF a distance away coming into view. This other ‘Kage’ gave a whistle to get the attention of the now four suspicious men dressed in black.

“Hey, stupid heads! Are you idiots looking for me?” this other Kage waved his arms at the supposed SHUSH agents.

“I do not sound like that,” Kage muttered to himself. Instead of heading to Magica’s car he was watching what was unfolding. None of the supposed agents spoke to the fake Kage.

“What are you here for? Little ole me?” the fake Kage stepped towards the one closest to him, “Who sent you? Tell them to bugger off!”

The real Kage grumbled to himself. He did not like this impersonation at all. Other people going to the grocery store ignored the commotion. It was an average thing to see in the Negaverse. For all they knew it could have been security going after a shoplifter.

One of the other black dressed men came behind the fake Kage. He raised a taser to fire at them. The fake Kage though had heard him and dropped to the ground. The taser fire then went to the other agent that had been in front of the Kage copy.

The Magica-Kage let out a sinister giggle and got up to their feet in one gymnastic style motion. Despite being small in his form, her kick was still had full adult power when she attacked the man holding the fired taser. She heard the footsteps of a third agent coming behind her with a weapon as well. The disguised witch made another dodge roll to avoid what she assumed was another taser.

However, she had miscalculated. Instead of a taser that could be dodged, it was some new-fangled energy pulse gun. It would knock out a target and could not be dodged since it was a sound not something that physically hit. The fake Kage was knocked out but still kept their disguise. The magic was from a potion not a spell so it wasn’t reliant on Magica being conscious.

The agent that had been kicked to the ground got up while taking out ear plugs he had in.

“Good job. But where did the woman go?” the canine agent asked the one with the pulse gun.

“It's no concern. We just have to deal with the target. Let’s get him back to base,” the other agent replied. The real Kage, still invisible, was sneaking closer to them. One of the agents picked up the fake Kage and started walking to an ambulance parked nearby.

He was very tempted to just attack the one closest to him. But he was smart enough to know that would just send the other three after him, invisible or not. He could get on the ambulance while invisible and see where their base was. Maybe there would be an opportunity to attack then if at any point Magica was left unattended.

Kage also realized he didn’t have to go with at all. He could technically drive the car back to the farm and get Grimstone for help. He didn’t have to help Magica. He liked Faustina and Grim much more than her. But what he knew of SHUSH, it would be better to act ASAP and not waste the time it would take to get to the farm and back. And he didn’t even know where this base was. And Magica was kinda nice to him. And could cook.

When they loaded the fake Kage on the real one was able to slip in quietly. To not be bumped into by the two other agents in the back he tucked himself in a corner by the backside of the driver's seat. There he waited to strike.

#duckvember 2023 #duckvember #negaverse fam #magica de spell #gladstone gander #kage gander #faustina de spell #orin de spell #grimstone gander #negaverse gladstone #negaverse magica

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lucigoo · 3 days

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Back to the start, but this time together

#250 - Rushing Train, prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial

Pairing -Sirius/Remus

Warnings - Harry's low self esteem

Words -910

Summary - The occupents of Grimmauld Place are rushing to catch the Hogwarts Express. Its time to take a new trip on the train that hearlded so many changes in all their lives. This time they are going to catch it together. A03 here

Remus stood at the floo and looked around. He knew they were going to be late. They were always late for everything now days.

He cast a quick Sonorus on himself so he could be heard throughout the house. Grimmauld Place had expanded over the years, giving them all what they needed in a home. Including working internal floo places, so Remus didn’t have to climb the now 5 flights of stairs with his bum hip.

“Oy, hurry up you lot. We are going to miss the train,” he called into the house.

He listened with a smile as he heard three pairs of running feet. Two much too old to be acting like it was their first time on the Hogwarts Express.

Not that Remus really minded. He was excited about this year. He hated leaving his family behind when he went to work at Hogwarts like he had been for the last 4 years. Now he didn’t have to.

Teddy had turned 11 and was off to boarding school. Even knowing Minerva wouldn’t allow the same things that happened to Harry to happen to Teddy, Remus had refused to let him go if he didn’t have a close adult on sight.

Minerva had taken it as a challenge.

This year Remus was going back as the History of Magic teacher and the Deputy Head. He was giving up his beloved DADA position, but he couldn’t help but beam when his successor came bounding through the doorway, a beaming smile on his face, hair every which way and his glasses askew.

“You might want t put yourself together before we get tot he platform, Professor,” Remus teased Harry, who blushed as he straightened himself out.

Harry just waved a hand behind him, as though Remus should understand why he looked like he had been tousling.

It turned out it was because he was. Remus rolled his eyes as Sirius Lupin walked through the doorway, looking magnificent for a 50-year-old man. Not that they could say that number around his delicate ears.

“Can you believe it, Moony mine? Prongslet tried to lock me in my room. Apparently it would be funny to see the new Charms professor come into the feast late,” Sirius said, a faux glare on his face as he turned, hands on his hips as he stared Harry down.

“Oh please, as if you wouldn’t have enjoyed the attention. Where is Teddy?” Remus said as he nudged Sirius towards the floo, looking for his son.

“He’s packing some last-minute supplies,” Harry said.

“What supplies?” Remus suddenly said, as he turned to look at Harry suspiciously.

“Just stuff he needs for Hogwarts. Don’t worry Moony, I helped him pack,” Harry said with a beaming grin.

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Remus sighed as he watched Teddy come in, his hair bright yellow, no surprise what House he wanted to get into.

Sirius walked over and helped Teddy with his trunk, accepting the hug the boy seemed to dish out so easily. Something that the three men had never experienced, even at his age.

“Thanks Pads, it’s heavy,” Teddy said, smiling softly.

“Its all right Teddy Bear, come on, we’re almost late,” Sirius said as he placed a kiss n Teddy’s head before taking the trunk and walking through the floo, Teddy on his heels.

“I think he loves that boy more than me,” Harry said with a laugh and a smile.

Remus knew he was joking, knew he didn’t mean it, but he instantly whipped around and grabbed Harry’s shoulders. It didn’t matter how broad he got, how filled out, how he aged, he was still the little boy Remus and Sirius had adored before he had even been born; he was the boy they had fought and literarily died (and came back) for.

“He loves you more than anyone in the world, Harry, including me. The wonderful thing about Sirius is he is made of love and loyalty, but I promise he doesn’t love Teddy more, he doesn’t love me more. He knows I can and will protect Teddy from the world. So even now, even with you as a grown man, you will always be the one he protects first, the one he thinks of first. For Sirius, you have been his first thought for 28 years. It won’t end now, it never will.” Remus said earnestly. Wanting Harry to understand, even now, the depths of Sirius’ love for the boy. All of their love for the boy.

“Ok Moony,” Harry said shyly.

Remus sighed, even a decade of counseling and self esteem work couldn’t get rid of the insidious voice that told Harry he was unwanted, that he was the last choice, that he was here to be used, not to be loved the way they did.

“Come on Prongslet, we have a new chapter in our lives. One we are entering together, ok?” Remus said as he gently squeezed Harry’s shoulder.

“I’m glad we can stay together this year,” Harry mumbled.

“Me too, cub, me too. Now come on, Sirius will hold the train up if we are any later and it will be me Minerva sends the howler too,” Remus said as he ushered him towards the floo.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh as he took the next step on his life journey, one that took him back to where it all began. But this time, he had his family by his side.

#flashfridayfiction #250 #Wolfstar #Found Family #Everyone goes back to Hogwarts #harry potter #teddy lupin

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moonah-rose · 12 days

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Little hurt/comfort ficlet for @idiotwithanipad x

Robin & OC

Most of the time she managed to block out her 'gift', having had nearly twenty years to train herself to ignore the dead people who existed everywhere she went, the majority of them easy enough to spot with their outfits, the way they weaved between livings without getting a passing glance, or outright walking through walls and furniture.

As a child, she'd had the excuse of being an imaginative kid who acquired many "imaginary friends" to talk to. As a teenager that didn't go down quite so well. Not that she usually cared if people looked at her as a weirdo. It was more the 'getting sectioned' possibility that concerned her.

Her parents had gone on and on about how old this hotel was, how it apparently had enough history to warrant a quick tour offered by the resort. So Amy expected more than a few ghosts to pop up here and there. Thus far she'd done her best not to make eye contact with the giddy Georgian woman or the Bridgerton Ken who had been in the reception.

It was a little more of a trial to ignore the caveman scurrying around her room, sniffing at the leftovers of her dinner she'd ordered through room service, nostrils flaring above the lone slice of pepperoni pizza.

"Ooo, smell so good. Wonder how you taste. Cheese taste like cow bum? It all come from same." The feral man was muttering to himself.

Once he got bored of inhaling the food, he was judging her parents choice of books that they'd brought, having dumped them on their bedside tables.

Amy covered her head beneath a large pillow as he continued his one-sided conversation.

"Fanny read this one. Butler no do it, it maid disguise as butler. And she also vampire. Big twist but saw it coming. Oooh, Christine Lampard autobiography! Me want read! Might put on Christmas list-."

"PLEASE WILL YOU SHUT UP!"

He raised his head in time to see the pillow she's thrown hurtle towards him and he ducked to the side to dodge it. He blinked at her in wonder.

"You see me?!"

"Yes! I can fucking see you, all right?!" She confessed through gritted teeth, knowing she'd probably made her situation worse now.

The caveman gave an excited whoop and jumped like a hyperactive five year old.

"This so cool! We have new friend who see! Almost never happen. Me gotta tell others-."

"No, please, please don't!"

Perhaps it was the crack in her voice, brought on by a surge of pain throughout her muscles as she tried to reach forward, that made the ghost stop in his tracks and turn back to her.

His excitement quickly morphed into concern as his eyes met Amy's, her own shining with tears.

"You no look so good..." The man frowned, one of his hands reaching up to stroke at his shift.

"Gee thanks, haven't heard that before. You're not exactly Chris Hemsworth, mate." She bristled; "I'm fucking ill and don't need to have a party of dead people storming in giving me a headache on top of everything else. It's bad enough my earphones have crapped out on me."

"What you got? Plague?" He asked, inching a little closer to her bed.

She huffed a laugh; "Not quite...but my body gets these sores. Don't think it's the same as that bubonic thing but fucking feels like it sometimes." Amy held her arm to show the spirit the angry looking lumps and scars near her armpits.

"Ouchie. They no look fun." He said, sitting on the edge of her bed.

She lowered her arm, slowly, wincing a little.

"Those aren't even the worst ones. The others are in...awkward places."

"That why you not downstairs with mum and dad at dinner and the show?" Her mum had been going on and on about this famous illusionist being the big star tonight, some Derren Brown-wannabe.

She nodded, miserably; "Wasn't expecting to flare up like this, or else I'd just stayed at home. At least then I'd have all the stuff in my room. Netflix don't even work on the TV here."

"Yeah, WiFi on blink since...some ghost, me not know who, play around with router when bored." He said, bashful, scratching at his ear. "So...they leave you here alone?"

"S'not like they abandoned me, I just didn't wanna make a fuss 'cause I know how much Mum's been looking forward to this." She sighed and waved her phone up; "Signal is crap here too so can't even WhatsApp."

"What's what?" He asked, turning his head to the side.

"No, WhatsApp."

"What is app?"

"No! I..." She couldn't help but laugh, realising how ridiculous this was, "Just something I use to text my mates. They're probably sick of listening to me moan too..."

"...You can moan to me if want?" He said, shuffling closer; "Me good listener."

Amy smiled at him a little; "Don't wanna be pitied, thanks. Anyway, I'm sure you got more exciting things to be watching."

"Eh. Me seen how that guy on stage do his tricks. Take all fun out. Lot to do with mirrors. Clever but boring. Rare me get to speak to living girl."

"Rare? So...I'm not the first?" Amy had never met anyone else with her gift.

"Lady who own hotel before golfy people come, she see us after my friend almost kill her. No, it cool! We good now!" The caveman assured after Amy's face went pale with terror; "She like family and come visit."

"She could see you guys because she almost died once?" Amy asked; "So she's not...chronically ill, like me?"

The caveman shook his head; "No think so. Just got bumpy on head. She say she now crazy forever but no ouchy scars and lumps and pain."

"Lucky cow." Amy clicked her tongue. She'd always thought her gift had something to do with having to deal with the constant agony, as well as other health issues she'd had as a baby.

Speak of the devil, another surge of agony hit her from her lower back as she shifted against the mattress.

"Shit!" She swore.

"Woah, woah, you 'kay?" The caveman fretted.

"Yeah, just a reminder to take my painkillers." She went to get off the bed, having left them on the sideboard, only for one of her feet to become tangled in the bedsheets.

Amy nearly fell before two hands caught her by the shoulders, fingers grazing against some of her abscesses. Painless.

"Fuck, that would've been embarrasing. Thanks, mate." She smiled, turning to see an almost cartoonish level of shock on the dead man's fuzzy face; "Uhh, you okay?"

"I....I touch you....?"

"Uhm, yeah, I've always been able to touch ghosts...Can that friend of yours not do that?" She asked, reaching for her pills and grabbing some water.

He shook his raggedy mane; "Only see and hear, but touchy hurt us, same as all other living people. You..." He poked her arm cautiously, mouth agape with awe at the contact, before poking again; "Ha ha!"

"All right, stop that now." Amy batted his hand away.

He retreated, looking regretful; "Oh, sorry. It hurt, yes?"

"No, it was just annoying." She laughed, sitting back down on the mattress; "It's weird. Ghosts are the only ones who can touch me where it's sore without hurting me. Don't invite too many of those though. Used to have a dead friend when I was a kid but...she moved on, I think." Amy looked down at her ebony nail polish, morose.

"Ah. Go up to stars. Me have many friends do same. I name each star for them." He explained, warmly.

"Her name was Lana, if you wanna find one for her." Amy said, quietly; "Speaking of names, do you have one?"

"Many. Most of them insults. But friends call me Robin." He said, holding his hand out to her.

It was a bit cliché but she supposed he rarely got a chance to meet anyone like this, so she shook it. "I'm Amy."

The fur of his sleeve brushed against her wrist. She couldn't resist the urge to feel it properly, softer than any comfort blanket.

"Wow...Is that...real wolf?" She asked, partly freaked out but also a little amazed - couldn't really compare hunting for clothes in this guy's time to the fashion industry today.

He nodded, then gently took her hand and pressed her fingers to different parts of his outfit.

"That bit cougar, that some wild dogs, that leather obviously from cow, and rest mostly mammoth." He explained.

"Real mammoth? Woah." Now that was pretty awesome. She'd never be able to meet one but she could say she'd felt one.

It definitely beat the hotel duvet.

She didn't want to move her hand away. It felt so soothing to be able to touch something, someone, so warm and soft without her skin being irritated. But this must look super weird from Robin's point of view.

"You look sad again. More pain?" He asked, reaching to touch her hand on his fluffy chest.

She shook her head; "No, s'just....My mum tried to give me a cuddle earlier when she could see I wasn't doing good and I had to tell her not to, even though I sure as shit need one right now. Pathetic, right?"

"No it not. I had little cousin, her skin like tissue paper, very delicate, tear easily. Big hugs make her cry too. But she brave and strong to survive. Like you." He told her, squeezing her hand; "We wrap her up in special leaves with Moonah blessed water to try to help. Not sure it did much good but we not have Doctor Google in them times. We just do best we can to ease pain."

"Well...you're doing a good job now." She praised, feeling the burning sensation ease a little with him being so close.

"You...want me to stay?"

"...Could you?" She couldn't understand why he would want to but didn't want to question it.

He nodded, a little bashful, as if he was just as new to the concept of being asked to stay for company.

"Want me to stay quiet still?"

Amy smiled; "Not too quiet, just not rambling out loud like you were doing. You look like you've been here for thousands of years, you must have some stories to tell. Could you just...tell me some of those till I get sleepy?"

"Ooh, yes. Hehe. Get comfy. Me know great one you like about man killed in library." He said, rubbing his hands together.

Getting comfortable was easier said than done in her condition, especially as she pulled away from his touch.

"I...Uhm...God, this is so cringe." She muttered to herself.

"What?"

"Would you be okay to just...hold me?" She asked, cheeks turning pink.

He smiled and nodded, shuffling to lay down and slide his arms around her, as she shifted into them, snuggling against the warm body of fur and skin and wild hair.

"This okay? Amy no ouch?" Robin whispered, fingers moving up to stroke through her hair.

She hummed, content at last; "Amy no ouch. Thanks, Robin."

A soft chuckle came from the long dead man as be continued to hold her close, his etheral presence doing nothing to aggravate her sores. On the contrary, a strange heat seemed to vibrate from his fingers as they brushed over her abscesses, melting the pain away.

It was a shame that ghost therapy wasn't prescribed on the NHS.

Amy relaxed in the man's arms and listened as he began the thrilling tale of the pirate captain who'd been slain in the library.

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #bbc ghosts fic #robin x oc #platonic fluff

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altcomics · 11 months

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Italy

by Sarah Schneider

22.8

C met me at Milano Centrale. I had spent the morning wandering around the station and sleeping on the steps in the sun. We didn’t kiss when we saw each other on the platform, and I handed him a hardboiled egg I had brought in my backpack. On the train, I asked him if he missed me and told him it was hard for me to separate and come together again. We kissed and went to the bathroom to have sex, but he came with the condom on before he was inside me. Back in our seats, he felt embarrassed and I told him it would be weird if he didn’t come quickly after not seeing each other. C looked out the window and I fell asleep on his lap. From the station at Sestri Levante, we walked up into the hills to our airbnb, stopping at a little shop where the Italian woman sold us packaged ice creams with soggy cones. We walked for over an hour, and a lot of it I was quiet, thinking how can I ever be happy again? At the house, where our hosts spoke to us in Italian, our room was cool and dark, the windows shut, only slits of light from the spaces in the closed wooden shutters. We had sex, C came, then he gave me head, then we had sex again and we both came. At the end I said “wow” and he smiled. We lay in bed naked and I talked about my anxiety and sadness in being long distance. He said he understood, but he knows some day we will live in the same place. I cried and he said he didn’t expect to see me cry. It was dark, and we walked out into the cool night air, along quiet winding mountain roads, past huge squashes hanging down concrete walls from people’s gardens. We ate pizza on the patio of a little restaurant and talked about Italian culture and American politics. We walked home past barking dogs, kissing and making jokes. Before bed, C gave me head in a modified 69 position, as I lay on top of him. Afterwards I asked, was your finger in my bum? He said, my finger is always in your bum. We told each other we love each other and fell sleep, me as the little spoon, and I slept very well.

23.8

We slept in and when we woke up, C went out and said our hosts invited us for breakfast on the terrace. Outside, it was cool and sunny and there were mountains all around us. Our host was playing catch with her dog in the front yard and C had made us a pot of tea. Our host gave us milk and cookies, and we ate them while looking at a map of where we would walk that day. C said we should walk all the way to the next campsite, in Rapallo, which was seven hours from us, much further than I expected. We tried to lighten our bags, and I threw all my copper money into the trash. Our hosts drove us in to Sestri Levante, while their dog slept with his head on my lap in the back seat. From the station where they let us off, we started walking. We were excited to be in Italy, with the bright sunlight, cream-colored buildings, and blue sea. We walked through a tunnel along the coast with arched windows cut through thick concrete looking out to the ocean. We jumped over a little fence by the road and scrambled down to a ledge of boulders that met the water. We put on our swimsuits, and C went in, but there were barnacles and big waves, so I stayed standing on the rocks. I saw two tiny crabs and a sea urchin, and then we made our way back to the road to keep walking. It was around 11:30 and, tired and sweaty, we crossed over the road, and went to another beach. The sea was salty and burned my eyes and face. We lay in the sun eating almonds and chocolate and we watched an old woman walk into the water with her cane. For lunch we went to a supermarket to buy pesto, focaccia, mozzarella, tomato, and arugula, which we ate with our salty fingers in the shade. We started walking up a big hill then stopped in a little church, where I got on my knees to pray next to C, who said he doesn’t believe in that stuff. I felt so hot and wet with sweat I thought I could never get dry. Near the top of the mountain, we stopped and I drank tea from our flask. I asked if C thought we should take a bus, since we still had more than three hours of walking to go. He more or less said no, and that walking was my idea. We kept going and I said I was sorry for complaining because I actually did want to walk. When we finally started going down hill, we high-fived. I scrumped some ripe figs and grapes for us to eat, and we filled our water bottles at a faucet by a church and dumped water on each other, but mostly me on myself. C pointed out many places where we could hypothetically set up a tent–someone’s olive grove, an empty parking spot on the road. C asked an Italian builder for ‘aqua’ and he ran inside to find his wife, who came out and gave us giant glass bottle of cold fizzante. C said to me, “who’s your boy?” and also that builders know what it feels like to be thirsty. We sat on a bench and acted normal while C pulled out his dick and peed on the ground. We reached Zoagli, a little town wedged between the mountains, the center square separated from the sea by massive stone arches of the train tracks. We walked the wrong way down the coastal walkway, where everyone was swimming or lounging packed into the nooks and crannies of the rocks. We found our way again, up a steep staircase, through the lush green trees and a motor tunnel. We walked for a long time down a mountain highway not speaking, C ahead of me. By the time we reached Rapallo, I was feeling pretty bad, and C was too. The sea front was packed with aging tourists; the town lined with bleak shops selling flip-flops and cell phone cases. Further down the road, past gas stations and chain-link fences, we found our campsite, and reserved a spot for the night. C set up our tent on a balding patch of grass then we ate spaghetti and pizza at a restaurant across the road. We talked about our favorite parts of the day and where we might travel next summer. We made jokes and took photos of each other. After we paid our bill, I suggested C steal the sugar spoon to eat yogurt with in the morning and he did. In the tent we made love and I fell asleep first.

24.8

In the night, I woke up to the sound of a large animal eating something near our tent. I lay still and C snored. He stopped then whispered, “There’s a hungry horse”. He fell back asleep, and I did too, until we heard the noise, which sounded more like a wild boar, encounter a smaller animal that shrieked a horrible shriek and I sat up straight. In the morning, I felt like I could have slept forever, but C was up and said we should get going. We agreed to walk the two and a half hours to Portofino, and from there decide if we should carry on into the footpaths of the mountains to wild camp, or if we should return to the campsite that night. We walked along a red carpet that wrapped around the coast and lead us over rolling hills past grand hotels and clear blue water. We stopped at a small public beach by a hotel, where only a few people were swimming. C unrolled the tent onto the rocks so it might dry in the sun. We called C’s mum for her birthday, and I told her about the wild boar and eating figs from the trees. While swimming, I peed, and C came close to me because he wanted to feel it, but then he moved away when we noticed how oily it looked in the water. We continued walking and we got hot, so we stopped at a bench to look out at the ships on the sea. C started feeling me up under my dress and I pushed him away as joggers went by. We kissed and took pictures of each other and joked around. We walked along the bay of Parragi, talking about land art- C about Richard Long’s A Line made by walking, and me about Ana Mendieta’s Silueta Series. C didn’t know she was married to Carl Andre, and I explained about how he probably pushed her out a 34-story window to her death. At Portofino we bought savory pastries and hard nectarines for 11 euros and C said we got ripped off. The port was scattered with yachts and the town square was full of restaurants with roped-off white tablecloth seating. The tourists were mostly speaking English and we wandered up and down looking for a beach but there didn’t seem to be one. We walked up a staircase where C was confident there would be a beach, and we saw a piece of printer paper taped to a tree with the words “public beach” on it. Down some stairs there was a little cove entirely shaded and crowded by small boats. I tried to sleep on a jagged rock and then used C’s lap as a pillow. When I woke up I felt tired and full of dread. C said there was another beach, an hour and a half walk further in a place on the map with nearly no towns marked. He said we should go buy food then make our way there and spend the night. I didn’t speak on our way up from the beach, and we sat in the church at the top. I prayed on my knees then hugged C and said ok let’s go buy some food. We bought focaccia and goat cheese and tomatoes and a grapefruit, and then looked for the long path we would take to the beach. We wandered around, trying to orient ourselves on google maps, but our blue dot seemed confused. An Italian woman stopped and asked if we needed help. We showed her where we were going and she said we shouldn’t go now, because it was too hot, the walk too long and steep. C said we are fine, we had walked from Sestri Levante, and she said that is nothing compared to where you are going. She said to make sure we could get a ferry back before nightfall, and C said we are not coming back. She looked concerned and said there is nothing there. She told us to take a map. C didn’t want to but I said he must go buy a map. I waited in the shade with our bags while he did. When he came back, map in hand, I said we needed to talk, because I didn’t want to go any further. I said I wanted to go to the beach at Parragi and then back to the campsite. C agreed, in a ‘how could things get any worse’ tone, then walked quickly ahead of me. I walked along, feeling gleeful about our new plan. After a few minutes he came next to me and said of course it was ok not go for further, but he wished we would have left our heavy bags at the campsite. We passed the crowded beach of Parragi and walked down stairs leading us to a flat rock formation where people were packed together on towels and jumping off into the water. We found a little space for ourselves, just big enough to sit up in between our bags. I dove into the water, which was cool and full of fish, and I looked up at the green mountains all around, half in the shade and half in the light, as the day was fading into late afternoon. I sat next to C and we ate our food, folding the focaccia around pieces of cheese, and biting into the tomato. We talked about the autobiography of Malcolm X and watched as the girls in bikinis climbed on top of high rocks and dove into the water. We swam together, and C insisted I put on his goggles so I could see the fish underwater. When I put them on, C made fun of the way I looked, and I laughed so hard I peed. On our walk back to Rapallo, we stopped to eat licorice gelato on the beach. We walked through an empty golf course, alone in the lavender glow of twilight, and had to slide between a fence and concrete wall to get back to the campsite. I realized that I had lost the camping towel C had bought me somewhere along the way and said I was sorry. The long day ended with us hanging up all our wet clothes on a tree, C saying ‘everything that could go wrong has’, me giving him head, and us both falling asleep before 10pm.

25.8

Dreamt I was up in the hills with C, tall bridges everywhere. Woke up feeling hot and took off my top and slept in just my tights. At 7am C woke me up and said happy one year anniversary. He wanted to make love but I wanted to go out to breakfast instead. We went to a little café nearby and had coffee and crossiants, one regular, one with bright green pistachio filling. We talked about how we felt about camping and what we would do differently next time in Greece. We bought some local fruits from a shop and C apologized for being grumpy the night before. He asked if I felt weird I gave him head, since it is something I rarely do. I told him it was okay and I thought his cum tasted like licorice ice cream. We started our walk to Recco, on a quiet country road, uphill and shaded by trees, eating grapes that tasted like flowers and scrumping blackberries along the way. We stopped to read a sign in front of an dilapidated building with a fresco on the front, which said the building housed lepers in the 1500s and then later, victims of the plague. We talked about our trip so far and I asked about his experience traveling with other girlfriends. He said he had never been to so many places and walked so far with someone as with me. We stopped because I felt hot, and because no one was around, I took off my sweaty dress and stood behind a shed in my underwear. We walked down a wobbly stone staircase off the side of the road, into the woods, where we had sex against a tree, and it was very sexy, how vulnerable we were to the world and each other. Afterwards, C said he likes giving me head while I’m standing up, because of the physical challenge, and also the role reversal of being on his knees. I asked if he had seen people having sex before, and I talked about the podcast about a woman who, from her living room window, watched a young man and his girlfriend have sex in their apartment for a year up until he died from cancer in their bed. C picked a cactus fruit and I told him to peel it carefully because of the spikes and we ate it and I said it reminded me of a papaya. We reached the top of the mountain where there was a little town and we could see the ocean down on the other side. We filled our water bottles and kissed sitting on the steps of a beautiful church while people stood around us talking. Then we made our way down, walking slowly, and we examined different fruits we could potentially scrump, but didn’t. C dangled his dick off a stone wall and peed while I tried to throw rocks into the stream. Finally, we reached the beach, where there were many families and we spread out our bed sheet since I no longer had a towel, and I lay on my stomach topless until I dried off. C gave me my anniversary gift- a book about the Greek islands by Lawrence Durell and a card with a drawing he made on the front and inside he wrote many nice things, including how he felt like he had never seen the world before meeting me. I pulled out the Ritter Sport I brought him but when I did, it had completely melted and was a liquid inside the package. Later it would pop in my backpack and leak almost entirely into the inside pocket. We went into the water together, and C held me and talked in a cockney accent and pretended to carry me off to sea. We walked a long way, talking about how to make and use concrete, and who might live in the houses overlooking the water. We climbed up a mountain up to our campsite, where we made love and showered together and took naked selfies with the orange glow of the tent on our sun burned faces. I sat between his legs on the dirt patch outside our tent and we watched the lights from ships move slowly across the water in the dark night. I read my journal out loud to him and he said how good he thought it was, and we fell asleep under the sheet, C taking up most of my mat.

26.8

We woke up at the campsite on top of the mountain in Camogli. C was very sleepy so I went down to wait for the restaurant to open for breakfast and I got us two croissants and cappuccino and hot water for tea. We ate sitting on the concrete wall where C said he had peed the night before. I wanted to take the free bus down the mountain but C said we should walk, so we did. My feet were feeling really tender on the bottoms, so he insisted on putting another pair of socks on me, then I was wearing two pairs, one pink and one lilac. We saw a green house of cactus in the middle of the road with one very tall cactus sticking up through the roof. We stopped to buy nectarines out of a truck on the side of the road and noticed how in Italian, nectarines are also called peaches, and we wondered what the difference was, other than the skin. I peed in the parking lot of a church and felt really sweaty. We talked about the problems of renting in urban areas and also the women of Italy who we agreed had style. We walked along the coast in direct sunlight and up winding roads in Genova. We felt hot and tired and C said I smelled like vegetable curry and I told him not to walk next to me. When we arrived it took a few minutes to call the airbnb host to get the keys because C didn’t have the number, and I said the number was on the site, and he said it wasn’t there, and then I looked but didn’t see it, then C found it, so we sat waiting, not speaking or looking at each other. When the host finally let us in, the apartment was bigger than expected, with a balcony off the kitchen overlooking the busy highway. We had sex and fell asleep and when I woke up I went to the bathroom to squeeze my skin in the mirror and C caught me. We walked down to the beach and C said he would not tolerate me picking my skin because I am beautiful and it will only scar. I apologized for how stupid it was to worry about my skin and he said it wasn’t stupid and that sometimes he felt insecure about his nose or posture. At the beach we swam and then lay on the sand. Little kids ran around with buckets of water that splashed on C’s shoes. A disoriented old lady in a bikini wandered around saying something in Italian about peaches. C asked me to try to stack rocks on his tummy but I couldn’t balance them. I put on his goggles with stones over my eyes and he took a picture. He spooned me and I cried a little saying why is my path in life so unclear? On the way home I was still thinking about my skin and we talked about celebrating Jewish holidays. We stopped at the grocery store for bread and eggplant and garlic. When we got home it was dark in the apartment and we walked around naked with the windows open to the warm noisy night and we made love. We cooked dinner and stood on the balcony in our underwear, looking down at the busy highway and into the windows of the hospital across the road. We listened to a podcast about an American woman who moved to Istanbul when she was 30 and it made her realize America was not as good as she always thought it was. After dinner we both felt really full but we had sex anyway, first on our sides looking into each others eyes saying I love you. Then I sat on his lap, turned away from him with my feet on the floor, not using my hands, and he came. We took a bath in the old tiled bathroom with frosted windows. C said he liked the soap dishes built into the wall because they were from another era and couldn’t fit a bottle of body wash. We washed each other’s feet and talked about rap. C said it was sad the most popular rapper was Canadian and if Tupac were still alive he would probably be the president. In bed I suggested we watch the video for Method Man by Wu Tang but it wouldn’t load, so C put on a BBC radio show about childhood obesity instead. We fell asleep under the sheets, C as the little spoon.

27.8

I was up in the night so I walked through the rooms of the apartment and sat on the floor in the living room looking at my phone. I could hear C moving around making little noises in his sleep. When I came back in he said, “I am not ashamed… (Inaudible)”. I lay down next to him then heard him laughing behind me and I asked what it was. He said he had a dream about a herd of cows walking through their own yellow shit and someone putting “my dick” into google maps. When we woke up in the morning and I asked him what time it was, he said his phone was displaying letters instead of number and the letters were S.P.O.O.N.M.E. I asked him to make us tea and I wrote a review in the guest book. When C read it he said it sounded like English was my second language. We had tea on the balcony and also figs and yogurt. C put a hardboiled egg between his bum and I took a picture with the flash on. While I packed, he cleaned the kitchen then we went to the grocery store to buy bus tickets. C said he was confident we could soon be fluent in Italian. We talked about his anxiety about needing to pee while in public. I said maybe he should go to therapy to make peace with the trauma of the time he involuntarily peed on his dining room floor. We made love in the apartment but stopped because I felt sore and he felt sad. We left and caught a bus to the train station and devised an experiment to discover the cause of his peeing problems. We got off and ate lunch sitting against a statue in the park, with C in the sun and me in the shade, discussing plans for our trip to Greece. We ate ice cream and I asked him if he has always been obsessed with getting tan and he said he would not say he is obsessed. Waiting for the train we sang songs like “how do I live” by LeAnn Rimes and tried to harmonize. We watched a large woman on her cell phone yell at an Italian man on the train platform. She said, in English, “This is my place of work”, and the man’s daughter, who he was holding, began to cry. From inside the train we could see the man being taken away from his family by Italian policemen. When we got to the airport, we sat waiting before C had to get his flight. I drank coffee, we shared a Twix, and he kissed me standing up. He told me to dance a little and I did. As he went through the security line, I stood waving and watching as he moved further away, then he was gone.

_____ ARTWORK BY LUIGI GHIRRI

#Sarah Schneider

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quiisquiliae · 18 days

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Dumb modern Tal stuff cuz I've been fixating on this apparently

He grew up in West Virginia in the Appalachian mountains. Bum fuck nowhere, truly. His dad couldn't keep a job (or a home) and moved around a lot tbh.

Talon changed schools pretty much every year. As a result, he was always the new kid, and no one picked up he was struggling due to a shitty home life and his dyslexia. He was written off as a trouble maker which really didn't help anything.

Boy dropped outta school when he was 14 going on 15, it was his first semester of high school. He didn't go back.

After dropping out, he decided to get the hell outta dodge. Because he lived in and around a lot of coal mining towns, he was able to hop a train with a backpack and honestly never looked back.

He meant to go to NYC cuz that was ~the dream~, but instead accidentally wound up in Pittsburg. He learned how to read maps real quick after that one.

Probably has been arrested a handful of times over the years for dumb shit, like loitering, trespassing, and petty theft. Shit that's minor/questionable enough the charges probably got dropped.

#{headcanons and meta: talon}#I'll probably add to this later #his verses split pretty widely depending on if he's got a kid or not tbh tho #kinda fixating on the 'homeless hot mess' version where he's not gotta be a responsible adult.

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marinersubmariner · 7 months

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Ahsoka series thoughts

I wasn’t going to post this because most of the recent Star Wars stuff gets worse upon reflection and it bums me out. Plus it’s all been said better elsewhere and the last thing the internet needs is more Star Wars complaining. But I also like reacting to what is basically the only fandom thing I ever think about on an ongoing basis! And I type it all out to myself anyway! So here you go. More Star Wars complaining. Bon appetit

I actually overall had a pretty good time watching this show, because there’s a deeply-ingrained part of me that simply likes hanging out in the SW universe. I AM, in fact, just here for the vibes. 😔✌️ Unfortunately that doesn’t tend to carry over into long-term affection for the Disney+ shows themselves, and the only series I find myself still caring about and thinking fondly of when it’s not immediately in front of my face is Andor (every part of that show but especially Luthen’s speech and the whole mood of that scene and how I felt watching it is STILL in my head.) Star Wars would be so good if it was good, etc.

On a visual level, for a Volume show it didn’t look too terrible for the most part. What it lacked in dynamic lighting or convincing realism it often made up for in atmosphere, and they did a better job on some of the larger environments. At least until the finale, which devolved into a bunch of plain rooms. I thought Seatos looked nice, that was my favorite new location—the moody red forest and the map hologram on the cliffside were really appealing. (side note: I had to google what that planet was called because it takes me a while to learn new places when they don’t put the names on the screen, and in my head I was picturing it spelled like C-DOS. GLaDOS’s cousin.)

I was REALLY thrown by Sabine training as a Jedi because it came out of nowhere and I don’t see how it fits her character, but I am otherwise generally a fan of the “anyone can be a Jedi” thesis. I know it’s controversial because by now it’s been very established that space wizardry is a highly selective genetic trait, and of course surprise superpowers aren’t as fun or special if just anybody can do it… but going all the way back to the OT I always felt like Luke’s journey had more of an everyman quality to it, that he chose to follow that path and he trained and he learned to tap into the Force. Some people are born to be better at it, some people are way too strong with it and have to learn to control it, but theoretically anyone can do it. The Force connects ALL living things, so it makes sense to me that anyone should have the ability to access it, even if that only manifests in faint or subliminal ways (“I have a bad feeling about this,” that old theory).

I’m just not convinced they should have gone this route for Sabine! Her relationship with Ahsoka still doesn’t make sense to me, they didn’t flesh it out at all and I can’t track it from what we saw in Rebels. And it also disappoints me that she did ultimately work out how to use superpowers because I enjoy the dynamic of non-Force sensitives who are nonetheless very narratively important, even when you mix them in with the magic users who tend to suck up all the story weight. I like it when the magic is a little more rare and unique and hidden (particularly in the OT and ST eras!), and as much as I love space wizardry, that mythic element seems to work a little better at movie scale than at tv scale.

So I’m kind of a big hypocrite when I say anyone can use the Force when I also still want it to be special and exclusive, lol. I guess logically I like Force usage to be all-inclusive (or at least have that potential) but narratively I like it to be rare. ???? IT’S CONDITIONAL, OKAY. I contain multitudes.

I still have a really hard time connecting to live-action Ahsoka and I don’t think she seems enough like her animated counterpart for me to feel emotionally invested in her. It’s just a lot of Rosario Dawson doing a Knowing Smirk and posing with lightsabers. It was especially stark in comparison to Ariana Greenblatt’s younger version, who seemed EXACTLY like animated Ahsoka—which admittedly is not a fair comparison because she was literally playing the animated version, but she got the voice and mannerisms down so well.

Really all the animated characters seem so thin, and while I did like Sabine and I warmed up to Hera, forcing this all into live-action has the two-fold effect of not being enough for people who are familiar with the cartoons (because we don’t need the Cliff’s Notes versions of their characters, we know them and their story, and this just seems like cosplay versions of them clunkily recapping us on how they know each other) but ALSO not being enough for general audiences who haven’t seen the cartoons (because who the hell are these thinly drawn characters referencing a bunch of backstories and events we’ve never seen??). It’s like, yes, I recognize them from the cartoons! But that recognition alone is not enough to carry an entire series! Whereas if they’d just gone ahead and made a sequel cartoon they could’ve actually made a plot and it wouldn’t feel like they spent all this time on what only amounted to setup for something else.

I DID, however, feel like Ezra was the most successful translation from animation to live-action—I loved him a lot and he felt most like his actual character to me. (well. him and Chopper. lol) I understand why they gave him a beard but I hope he ditches it, then he’d be perfect. I can’t even wish for them to do away with the colored contact lenses because I know they won’t, but obviously those are awful across the board. It’s so distracting for everyone to have dead doll eyes, but apparently cosplay accuracy is more important than staying out of the uncanny valley. “We have to literally give them these goofy-ass cartoon eye colors! Otherwise twitter will riot!!!”

I just do not understand why they would make this show with its entire main cast from the cartoons, that is a direct sequel to the cartoons… not a cartoon. (I mean, from a cynical standpoint I get it—they have a ready-made premise and characters to continue churning out live-action Star Wars Content™ in lieu of actually making any more movies. But I don’t LIKE it.) People who know the characters are distracted trying to do the mental gymnastics required to align new voices/faces/mannerisms/personalities with what they already know, and people who don’t know the characters are totally lacking any of the context that would allow them to care and not be bewildered.

They throw Thrawn’s name around soooo much before he shows up, they make such a huge fucking deal about Thrawn, and we’ve never seen Thrawn in live-action before so it has absolutely no meaning to anyone coming into this cold. Even for me, watching it as someone who knows who Thrawn is, it feels completely stupid to treat it like something that has so much weight in the universe when within this story he has never existed before now. You say a name ominously and this is supposed to matter? Why? Who cares? You’ve never even shown this guy. It feels like I’ve missed something even when I’ve watched everything there is to watch. There are ways to build suspense around an unseen character, but just saying their name a bunch without showing why anybody should care or where all this talk came from in the first place is not it. They’re not connecting these dots, and certainly not in a way that makes for a compelling viewing experience. None of these stories stand on their own anymore, it’s like it’s all just references piled on top of references. They’re so busy talking about past events and setting up future events that they’re not really bothering with current on-screen events.

I did think Thrawn’s intro scene had some pretty cool gravitas, but here’s where I admit that I don’t care about Thrawn. 😬 Now, GRANTED, I’ve only read the Thrawn trilogy and watched Rebels, so I don’t have any exposure to his other appearances in the current EU. But he irritated me SOOOO MUUUUUCH in the original books that I’ve never wanted to seek out more. He’s a stream of deus ex machina gotcha moments, “I’m always ten steps ahead of the heroes because reasons,” and I never found it interesting, it was always just annoying. “I study art so I know everything forever” uggghh shut up. But! At least that guy was competent! This version of a brilliant strategic mastermind written by dummies is even worse. He’s not intimidating at all.

And I mean, a good way to maybe get me to care about Thrawn would have been anything approaching fandom’s invented odd couple adventures for Thrawn and Ezra post-Rebels, but instead the implication here is that they have done absolutely nothing and have not interacted at all throughout their entire exile. Complete stasis for both of them. Like, I hate the vague tell-don’t-show of the Sabine and Ahsoka stuff, but it’s doubly boring to not even have the suggestion of anything happening in that intervening time period. What a transparently lazy way to shuffle Ezra and Thrawn off the board for the OT just to zip them back and pick up where they left off to fill in some dead space before the sequels.

That first shot of Enoch’s weird FACE HELMET was so bizarre I was really excited—the combination of gold and an unsettling molded face mask reminded me of Death Stranding, so for a second I was like omg weird Kojima Star Wars, holy shit. But it was really only one weird visual that wore off quickly. Just another different action figure, nevermind. And then I learned he was AMOS FROM THE EXPANSE so I just wanted him to take the mask off. Classic mask guys: I know you’re hot underneath there!!!!!!

I was enormously frustrated with the finale because, while I had decently enjoyed the journey, it really made it clear how futile it had all been and it wasn’t fun enough to overlook the emptiness. Ahsoka and Sabine facilitated the one thing they were trying to prevent and they’re fine with it. It was one long “To Be Continued” and like. I dunno. It would have been nice for a tv series to have SOMETHING within its scope that was being built to.

I liked Baylan and Shin a lot (new characters we’ve never seen before??!?!? who have cool outfits and cool vibes??!???!? LOVE IT) but toward the end I started to get irritated that we had no idea what Baylan was really up to and I assumed we would find out in the finale. Haha NOPE!! The lack of resolution makes it an even bigger bummer that Ray Stevenson is gone and they’ll have to recast to continue. From a logistical standpoint it just seems so odd and unbalanced that the season started with them and then by the end they only merit a few seconds of silent check-in without ever clarifying their reason for being in the story in the first place. (Obviously I see they’re bringing Mortis into this somehow [completely unclear to non-cartoon viewers!!!], but. What ABOUT it???? SHOW YOUR WORK)

Seeing the World Between Worlds was cool and I enjoyed the resultant Ben Solo clowning. :) (I also was comforted by seeing people excited about that, because my initial gut reaction was to be ANXIOUS AS HELL about them using up things I want for Ben on other characters. Noooo you should be saving that for my boy!!!! Please don’t chip away at my delusional hopes for the future, I need those to survive!!!!!!!) But the more Anakin’s corpse gets dragged out and bandied about the less sense it makes that they didn’t bother to use him in the sequels. You know, the conclusion to the saga about his family. The place where it would have made the MOST sense to use him. Nah. Anakin Skywalker throughout his entire life and afterlife: “Fuck them kids.”

I do think it’s cute to see Clone Wars-era Anakin and I’m glad we’ve progressed to a time where people appreciate Hayden. But I am also personally in dangerous territory of being like “I’ve had enough of this dude.” Between this and Obi-Wan suddenly Anakin is all over the place… while being markedly absent from the part of the story that features his legacy dooming all of his descendants. I don’t wanna be a person who holds a grudge against a fictional character for choices made by the writers, but I do find myself feeling more like “piss off, ghost!” because of TROS. If you’re gonna be an absentee father then GET OUTTA HERE!

Too bad Marrok was a nothingburger and went out like a total punk, because he looked so much like a Star Wars version of Rinzler I was losing my mind. Tron AU 4ever

Huyang was great, David Tennant has an excellent droid voice. And of course I loved the talk about Kanan 😭 But I’m bummed that lightsaber construction—!!!!!! one of my personally monumental longtime wishes for live-action Star Wars!!!!!—got rushed out in such an anticlimactic way on a mediocre tv series. Sigh. Glossed right over it just to cram another lightsaber in there for some bad action scenes. I actually liked Ezra only using the Force and Sabine only using a lightsaber so they had like a tag team “two halves of one Jedi” thing going on.

The zombie stormtroopers and their loud undead moaning were so stupid. I believed what the internet was theorizing, that all those troopers were dead to begin with, but I guess not? (I was really expecting that reveal in the previous episode with the group that got wiped out in the outdoor battle.) They were scarier and cooler as quiet automatons. The Spirit Halloween shambling zombie garbage really ruined it.

I was pretty intrigued by the whole “other galaxy” premise and the ancient artifacts/magic. I love the Zeffo aesthetic, and I love the Nightsisters so seeing the Great Mothers was really cool. But Peridea was such a dull environment it wasn’t as awe-inspiring as it seemed like it should have been. I did like the giant monuments and whale bones, and the crab guys were cute, but otherwise… not a lot going on. I know the universe is a big place and most of it is more likely to be dead and empty than not, but also. It’s a fantasy. And I wanna see COOL ALIEN STUFF and WEIRD ENVIRONMENTS.

I enjoyed the duels between Sabine and Shin—the first one on Lothal was particularly cool because as it was happening it dawned on me that, holy shit, is this the first time we’ve ever seen a live-action lightsaber duel between two women?!?! And I had to scan my memory banks to be sure. Sometimes… you spend so long in a dude-centric universe and become so desensitized to it… you can’t even tell when you’ve reached the light. 🤧 So anyway that was fun!! They also had some real copycat Reylo moments that made me laugh. (Shin threw Sabine into a tree!!!!1!1!)

The Purrgil were nice. :) I also liked that the Peridea boneyard had some brief glimpses of SPACE SHRIMP?? I did wonder as we were getting such an up-close look at Purrgil baleen if they actually ate space krill, and welp, I guess so. Just some regular whales in space. Star Wars was jealous that everybody’s favorite Star Trek is the one with the whales.

The “bokken Jedi” phrase Baylan introduced here is interesting to me because it’s nice to have something to describe a concept that I LOVE: the late-stage kids informally trained in the wild who have no idea what they’re doing. It’s something I’ve always enjoyed thinking about in terms of the sequels (see: one of my old meta observations that I’m most proud of!). The one thing I don’t love about it is more just straight-up copying Japanese words and concepts—just because Star Wars started that way doesn’t mean you have to keep doing it. :/

One unequivocally good thing I will say about this series is that I LOVED the music. The end credits in particular were awesome, I watched that all the way through every time.

The only things the finale left me looking forward to were Dathomir and whatever the fuck weird Force mythology they’re gonna get into, but I’m not exactly holding my breath about any of it. It’s not like they can make any sort of seismic shift since obviously the sequels still happen. ……Unless they break the Force so hard that they go full alternate universe………….. or they break it several years down the road right when Rey is born and actually cause the dyad to form… oh god

#star wars #ahsoka #sw meta #i don't have any other outlet for my star wars opinions anymore so i periodically just have to ramble about it at excessive length #i can only bottle up so much #i have the soul of a livejournaler but i've trapped myself in the body of a silent reblogger

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nanamismoonchild · 2 years

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→chapter 1: Mission

→ pairing: demon! ot7 bts x rebel!poc OC named Afternoon

→ genre/au: science fiction, dystopian au, thriller, smut, fluff, angst, enemieis to lovers, enemies to friends.

→ summary:Afternoon is a rebel that was recruited by the agency called the Facility. The Facility’s main goal is: overthrow the government. A few days after a mission gone wrong, Afterrnoon and her team are told to go on a rescue mission. This mission will require for her team to go to the one place they’ve been avoiding.

→ rating: 18+

→wc: 2.4k

→warnings: spitting on face, misuse of authority, fighting, hint at trauma, mention of (maybe) death

→ author’s note: YES I DID IT! I POSTED IT ON TIME AHAHAHAHHAHA. Thank you to Indigo @playmetheclassics for betaing for me. i love you :D. (i think she’s doing it so she can get off the fight list but whatever). but please, enjoy this chapter! the poll is at the end!

if you would like to be tagged for this fic, please send an ask or comment below! Better yet, just yell at me until I notice you.

She could hear her heart pounding. A loud bum bum bum resounding through her body. The ache in her legs matched its rhythm, screaming Slow down! Stop!

But she couldn’t.

They were coming. She might not have been able to see them or hear them. But they were near.

Keep going. Keep going, she chanted to herself, hoping boosting herself up would help her run faster.

As long as she ran, they couldn’t catch her. That was their sick, twisted game.

Run as fast as you can. And don’t stop. We’ll be right behind you.

Her and her team had taken off running–two of whom had looked for an escape. They had stopped. She could still hear their screams inside her head next to the pounding of her heart. She would cry for them later.

Right now, she just needs to keep running. Until they decided she could stop. Or until one of the remaining team members had found a way out of this dark place.

Keep going. Keep going.

“Good Afternoon!” A high pitched voice squeaked near Afternoon’s ear.

“That fucking joke is dead,” she mumbled into her arm before sitting up and wiping the yuck away from her lips.

When her vision cleared, she found her bunkmate Aliah sitting on her nightstand. Aliah’s hazel eyes were trained onto Afternoon’s and twinkled with laughter. Her goddess braids that Afternoon thought were way too long to fight were spread around her thighs. The lamp and book Afternoon kept there had been moved to make way for her big ass.

Only Aliah was allowed to move Afternoon’s stuff and live. Then again, Aliah wasn’t scared of her roommate. She’d come back to life just to fuck with more of her things. Besides Afternoon messed with her stuff too.

“It’s still fun to say though.”

I cannot wait to snatch this girl’s weave out her head.

“Girl, would you leave me alone? I’m trying to take a small nap before I whoop everybody’s ass. Especially yours.”

“You won’t be able to whoop this ass. Trust.”

Afternoon rolled her eyes before grabbing a pillow and swinging it at Aliah’s head. The cotton filled pillow did not nothing but make Aliah laugh as she smacked it away.

“Anyway, get up. Chief wants us in the training room for a debrief before we spar.”

“A debrief? The hell? For what? I’m not going on another mission. We just got back!”

“I know, Afternoon. But-”

“But nothing! Chief doesn’t have a right to send us back out there! Our team hasn’t recovered yet,” she began pacing the floor, hands stretching towards her to pull at her hair. “Hell, ‘recovered’ isn’t even the right word. We’re just not ready for another mission.”

Aliah frowned, knowing Afternoon was right. But it didn’t matter. If Chief wanted them to go into another mission, then into another mission they would go. Afternoon knew this.

Afternoon cursed under her breath and walked over to her closet to fish out her training clothes: a leather jumpsuit with a velcro strip across the back to stick a weapon there. Leather boots and gloves completed the look. The Facility wanted them to all look like knock-off versions of Black Widow.

The jumpsuit was tight but was easy to maneuver around it. A toolbelt sat at her waist and had an assortment of knicknacks nestled into the various pockets. Rope, thinwire, pliers, you name it, it was there.

Once it was snug against her body, she nodded towards Aliah, who struggled to put the suit on. The Facility hadn’t thought about the persons who may have voluptuous bodies when they recruited them. So Aliah, Afternoon, and a few others were always stuck jumping into their suits instead of sliding into them.

“You ready, girly?” Aliah asked.

“I should be asking you that,” Afternoon mocked her.. “That ass is getting bigger. You had to leap into that suit.”

“Shut up!”

Afternoon giggled as she pressed the button to open the door into the hallway. The tinted blue lamps lit the corridor. The smell of freshly baked bread drafted towards her and made her stomach grumble. The kitchen was only a floor down, and when the air shifted, they could always get a wift of what was being made for dinner.

“You shouldn’t have skipped breakfast and lunch trying to get some sleep,” Aliah admonished her, making a ticking sound.

“Can’t change my actions from earlier, so I’ll have to deal with it,” she said, shrugging.

This was Afternoon’s pet peeve for herself. If she dwelled on the past too long, wondering where she went wrong, she might never focus on the present or the future. Her solution was to make a better choice when presented with one.

Missing breakfast and lunch for some extra sleep was a choice she decided to take on her own. And honestly, it was worth it. She felt more revitalized than she had in days.

The doors of their floormates opened, showcasing other recruits for the Facility. The Facility had six floors in all in this building. But the Facility was housed in an old university . There were eight of them in all on this floor. Two to a room, but they were a team. Afternoon was the leader, and the rest of her team was made up of Aliah, as her second in command, Holly, Aria, Marigold, Taylor, Lilith, Jack

The ways teams worked in the Facility was unusual for other districts. They were divided into three smaller groups that had specialized duties.

Afternoon, Aliah, and Jack made up the Action members. Their group was essentially in charge of kicking ass first and asking questions later. They were given private lessons on the best way to disarm someone with a .47 pistol in the worst way possible. They were also taught how to use that same .47. They were taught how to protect their other team members and make extremely hard decisions if necessary.

Holly and Aria made up the Computer Whizzes. Their group created any technology they may need on their missions like comm units and stun guns. They were in control of hacking into databases or security systems so the Covert team could get in and out.

The Covert team was made up of Marigold, Taylor, and Lilith. If a party needed to be crashed, these three were the ones to do it. In style, no less. Dresses were Marigold and Lilith’s favorite item in their closet, since they shared a room, and Taylor was their chaperone, when they decided they didn’t want to complain about having to conform to rich society’s ideals.

Marigold and Lilith’s door was the only one that didn’t open. The two girls didn’t come out of their room and chastise Afternoon about the crust that was around her eyes. They didn’t get on Aliah’s last nerve about why she didn’t use white eyeliner to make her eyes less surprised.

They didn’t come out of their rooms with their jumpsuits half-way open to show off their impressive cleavage.

No. And it was all Afternoon could do to stop her mind from hearing their screams and the sounds of feet running.

And the laughter.

Chief was a woman, who had no name other than Chief. That was what she had told them when they were first recruited. She was broad shouldered with a broad face. She was probably one of the most beautiful women in the days before the government decided to take over completely. Now she was a hardened soul of what used to be someone who partied all night long.

Blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and sea blue eyes with dark circles underneath stared at the six of the members.

Chief was standing behind her desk, arms crossed her torso. She said nothing for a few minutes, letting her eyes linger on each of Afternoon’s team members. When her eyes landed on Afternoon, the air in the room shifted and Afternoon shivered with the amount of contempt that she was facing.

“Team Ace, please be seated. Except you Afternoon,” Chief commanded. “You keep standing.”

As much as Afternoon wanted to throttle Chief, she obeyed and nodded towards the rest of her team. Chief may have authority over them, but the loyalty between Team Ace was through and through.

They all sat in one of the plastic chairs surrounding the Chief’s desk, while Afternoon assumed the “parade rest” stance at Aliah’s side.

“You may all be wondering why I asked you to come here. I know all of you have just come back from a very important mission,” the Chief’s eyes began to harden. “But it’s because of that mission that you’re going on this next one.” She looked directly at Afternoon as she said her next part. “Your incompetence to make good choices resulted in unfortunate casualties-”

“Marigold and Lilith aren’t dead, Chief,” Aliah interrupted.

Chief cut her eyes at Aliah’s interruption and Afternoon was afraid that the commander would slap her second-in-charge.

“They may as well be. We all know where they went!”

Her yelling made everyone wince. They did know where the two girls were. Afternoon had planned to believe that the girls were just using their resources and blending in order to escape. But the chief was right. The place they had been taken too was worse than hell itself.

“And it is your fucking fault, you stupid bitch!” Chief pointed a shaking finger at Afternoon. She was crying, those sea-blues becoming moist and red.

Jack and Taylor leapt up to keep their commander away from their leader. None of them had seen their commander blame anyone for a mission gone wrong. It was always the team’s fault–not a single individual. That member may beat themselves up on their own time, but the team took the brunt of it.

It’s why Aliah, Holly, and Aria stood in front of their leader ready to swing on Chief if needed.

“Marigold and Lilith made decisions that Afternoon could not change. She told us to run and that was what we all did. They decided to-” Aria began before the chief cried out:

“You think my daughters are idiots?”

Silence fell through the room as the commander’s words processed.

Jack goofily whispered loudly, “They look nothing like you.”

If Taylor hadn’t been holding Chief’s arms, Jack would have gotten knocked out.

“They look like me before the War. And their dad. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I placed that with you Afternoon. And that was a mistake.”

“Nothing about this was my mistake,” Afternoon defended herself. She wasn’t about to let Chief’s accusatory words mix with her guilt and leave her a hollow shell of misery. “Like Aria was saying, I told everyone to run. Hell, they told us to run. You saw our body cameras. Marigold and Lilith stopped and tried to find an escape. And unfortunately, they caught up to the girls.” Afternoon grimaced as she vividly remembered the screaming of the girls as they were dragged away.

Chief laughed maniacally. “You say it’s not your fault, and yet it is!” She jerked Taylor across the table and punched Jack in the stomach, sending him to the floor holding on his stomach.

Holly screamed as Aria and Aliah raced over to check on their teammates.

“Chief, this is misconduct! Stop this now!”

“Shut up!”

Aria and Aliah had managed to help Taylor and Jack up and to a seat. The anger printed on their faces was enough to fuel Afternoon’s own rage. Not only was Chief out of her mind, but she had insulted Afternoon.

This wasn’t how a debriefing was supposed to go at all. They were supposed to receive files that were filled with notes and information pertaining to the mission. Instead, they were getting an emotional fit from their own commander.

Afternoon tried to use her calmest voice, but the underlying layer of frustration couldn’t be missed.

“My team and I will be taking our leave now. We have been insulted and abused,” she nodded towards Jack and Taylor. “We will be requesting a new commander-”

“You aren’t leaving until I say you do! Sit down!”

They refused until their legs unwillingly sped towards a seat and their asses were plopped into it.

Aliah hissed, “You’re not supposed to do that to us! What is wrong with you?” Chief said nothing but stomped over to her file cabinet and pulled out a single manila folder. She threw it at Afternoon’s head, which shouldn’t have been possible.

She picked it up and found that it was stapled together. Convenient.

“What’s this, you crazy-”

“Read it.” The commander sat down at her desk and watched as Afternoon opened the folder.

She figured she may as well obey until the sextet could leave and report her for misconduct. Her respect for the woman had dwindled, but there was a nagging voice in the back of her mind that knew Chief was right. It was her fault.

Didn’t mean she wanted to hear it.

The tension rose in the small room as Afternoon read the contents. Each page made Afternoon’s heart beat faster.

They weren’t. They couldn’t.

She gripped the papers, crumpling them.

“We refuse this.”

“You can’t,” the commander plainly said.

“We can. We have a right to unless you’ve decided to go beyond the Facility’s rules and regulations. You’ve already broken several of them anyway.”

Chief smiled as nicely as a lion trapping its prey would. She pushed back her chair and circled it to where Afternoon sat. She grabbed what she could of Afternoon’s leather armor and pulled her in.

Aria, Holly, and Aliah sat still but Afternoon knew that if they could, they’d be on top of the insane commander.

“Listen closely. You got my daughters taken-”

“How many times-”

Her cheek stung from the slap the commander landed on her. “I said listen closely!”

What is wrong with this woman?

“You got my daughters taken because of your choices! Now your choices will matter the most to you! I went through hell and back to get this approved by the Facility.”

“So you’re going to send me on a suicide mission?”

The team glanced at one another–the same question written on their faces.

“Afternoon, this mission is yours and yours only. I just wanted your team in here so they can witness it.”

“We’ve witnessed how deranged you are,” Aliah spat at her.

Chief wiped her cheek, never letting her eyes leave Afternoon’s, whose own eyes were wide and afraid.

The assignment was dangerous and absolutely crazy. Chief may as well have been express-shipping Afternoon to her own coffin. Her mission was to find Marigold and Lilith by going to the very place they were being kept as prisoners.

Disturbia.

The very name made Afternoon shake in her boots. Memories of the place flooded through her head. Vivid and terrifying memories that she had hoped would never resurface.

“So let’s begin with your first choice of many, Afternoon. Do you accept this mission?”

“You aren’t really giving her much of a choice, commander!” Holly yelled.

Chief ignored her, the sea blue eyes unwavering from Afternoon’s.

“Afternoon, make your choice.”

HERE IS THE POLL

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dilf-din · 8 months

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📓📓📓tell me EVERYTHING

BESTIE. Have you ever thought about Din adopting Ellie???

Dumping my brain child under the cut

Picture this. Gideon has Grogu, maybe he even dies

Din can’t see a point, lost all hope, he’s going into town to sell all of his stuff and just be a bum and he sees these troopers carrying this scrappy looking girl by her arms, legs kicking in the air. She’s screaming and cussing. Turns out she’s an orphan and just trying to steal something to eat. Din gives them more than enough credits to cover it and goes on his way.

She starts following him like a lost puppy.

He brings her back to the crest (the crest always lives, let me have this) she’s got nothing but the clothes on her back and a knife. He agrees to give her a job and drop her on the next planet.

That never happens.

He trains her. Buys her clothes. Teaches her how to shoot. He teaches her how to drive. And he LOVES her, oh does he love her so much.

I haven’t decided on if Grogu makes it or not bc I love the idea of Ellie and Grogu interacting.

ANYWAY this would be a huge undertaking but I love dad Din so much 😭😭😭

#ask #chronically-ghosted

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years

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Alright hear me out.

I kinda want a thing for each of the turtles but it’s up to you.

Bayverse: Turtle falls off roof and it shatters his shell. He lives but it was a close call, he has to take painkillers until it’s healed and even then Master Splinter bans him from fighting/going topside again because of movement debilitating and exposed organs under shell. That kinda stuff.

You know, basically how each of them would react after basically their life’s purpose is taken away.

If it’s too angsty/gorey for you I get it.

A/n:its not to gorey just kinda gross to think about the exposed stuff. Thank you for requesting

Summary: the boys fell off a roof and Crack their shell so splinter bans them from fighting until it's healed

Version:2014/16

Leonardo

He was pretty upset when splinter baned him from leaving the lair

Until his shock and adrenaline cooled down

Then he felt all the pain and instantly went to Donnie

Donnie gave him pain killers and bandaged him up

Leo banned himself to his bed for the first 3 days

Then he was back to doing thing but not moving to much

Like he would do the dishes, mediate, watches shows, have games nights etc

Just not like training, cleaning, working out, stuff like that

He tried his best to shower but Donnie would let him shower only bathes

And yes sometimes he would have to be monitored

He was quite sad that he had to stay in the lair until his shell healed but at least his brothers did their best to cheer him up

It worked a bit

Michelangelo

He was glued to his bed

He would get up unless if it was to eat or shower

He was really sad and In pain so he didn't do much

It broke his brothers hearts seeing him do this but they couldn't do anything

Donnie would help change his bandages daily and have him take pain killers

But other than that there want much interaction with the brothers

He was the mikey they all knew

But it was understandable he was stuck In the lair for basically months

So it's reasonable

Raph would always try and get him to get up and so something even if it's as small as just sitting next to him on the couch

He tried and just wanted to spend time with his brother

But mikey wouldn't budge

Leo would check up on him just to see if he's alright or if he needs anything

And donnie would daily change his bandages and give him pain killers ever 2 or 5 hours

April and Casey couldn't watch mikey be like this

And splinter would read to him while holding his hand since it always made mikey feel better when he was younger

And it still does

Raphael

He was pissed

He didn't care how much pain he was in he wanted to go out

He ignored the pain killers at first and donnie trying to bandage his shell

He wouldn't let him do it and actually snuck out a few times before splinter caught him

Now he has someone watching him 24/7

And Donnie literally forces raph to take pain killers and let him bandage his shell

So now raph just sitting on the couch most of the time with one of his brothers

And yes he finally finished the Christmas hip hop album

He enjoyed spending time with his brothers but not just sitting around

But he knows he doesn't have a choice even if he tried someone would stop him from leaving

And yes he takes baths since Donnie told him not to take showers and to be careful when washing since organs are exposed

So he did as he was told

Bummed out but listened

Donatello

He knew that he wa basically on house arrest and he accepted it

It was a struggle to put bandages on so he ask his brothers and splinter when his brothers aren't there

He take pain killers regularly

And he made a chair to help with his cracked shell

He made sure to only take baths and to lay on his plastron when he slept

He was more accepting than his brothers

And he knows that he's gonna be in the lair for a couple months maybe a year

But he doesn't still do what he usually does just more carefully

And yes he still works on the garage truck but just the inside so he doesn't damage his shell more

He had a hard time with certain things but he got through it

He did still make smoothies with the help of April

And by help I Mean her getting the stuff he needs

But yeah he want as sad or angry just accepting

A/n: hey so this was definitely never something I would expect but hey I guess expect the unexpected. I hope you enjoyed

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt imagine #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt headcanons #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse

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islandofthemisfittoy · 10 months

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I'm honestly really bummed about the new Sims 4 expansion pack, Horse Ranch. It's not really an expansion packs worth of content. If this was a game pack I would be hyped, but this seems like the same amount of content we got in Werewolfes or Realm of Magic, but for twice the price. And why is it western themed? They already did that with Strangerville, I was really hoping that they'd go for more of an equestrian, 1800s or midieval/fairytale theme, since they don't really have that, and I think it would work well with the horse theme. I tthink they could instead have gone back and updated the Strangerville pack, if they wanted more western items.

I'm also a but bummed that this wasn't part of the Cottage Living pack, I think that's really where horses shoul be, I don't think they deserve their own pack, atleast not with as little gameplay content this one seems to have. Especially since the also added foals, and baby goats, that for some reason don't seem to be able to age up. It seems like they just stay foals/babies their entire life...? And honestly, the only new item (other than horse stuff) I noticed was the nectar maker, which while it may be fun I also find a little pointless since they already adde the juice makers in Eco Lifestyle. The only thing that seems to be different about them is the animation, and the name of the drink they produce, but the drink will (pribably) still have the same effet on the sims regardless of the name. Don't get me wrong, I do think it's a really fun addition, it's just a little dissapointing that that seemed to be the only new item that adds to gameplay.

There was also a cool line dance thing going on, but we already got dancing in Get Together, so it didn't really add anything new, just another animation. And while animations are fun, The Sims 4 is a game, and I dont really want to pay $36 for a bunch of animation (which is really all this pack seems to be)

Honestly, the whole pack seems a little unfinished to me, and this does also make me concerned about what the lot situation is going to be. In the trailer there seemed to be a lot of debug buildings, and especially with the lot situation in Growing Together, I'm scared theres going to be very few lots you can actually interract with. And while on the topic of lots, there seemed to be only one lot where you could actually train your horse. It seemed to be the same lot where competitions are going to be held. I might be wrong, you might be able to buy the equipment and place it in whatever lot your like, but thats just the impression I got.

There was also mention of Native American representation in one of the articles, which I'm honestly quite exited about, I think more representation is great. It seemed like they were going to add items inspired by Native American tribes or something, I did, however, not notice any of this in the trailer wich I honestly find a bit odd and annoying (there might have been, and I just missed it, but personally i didn't really notice anything). I think it would have been a nice thing to show in the trailer, and the fact that it wasn't, and was rather just mentioned in an article leads me to belive that it might not be a lot or be a big part of the pack.

I love horses, and I was a little exited when I heard the next pac was going to be horses, but I was scared that it was going to end up being... well... this. Nothing. This just feels like a game pack, or like 1/3rd of an expansion pack. And I think we all know that theyre probably not going to go back and add more cnotent to it after it's been released, so it's probably never really going to be worth it.

I will hold out a teeny bit of hope for when it comes out though, or atlest until youtubers start uploading pre-release videoes, because there might be something there that they just (for some reason) didn't show in the trailer that makes the pack worth it, but right now it doesn't really seem like it.

#sims 4 #sims 4 horse ranch #sims 4 horses #sims 4 expansion pack #ea #electronic arts

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50centexecutivembaclass · 11 months

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I win this time around in my life against All those that went against and with a list of accomplishments like mines their is no competition in that arena , I'm the best world leader right now I can't say their somebody as good as me or good to the people as me and that is for generations before me and hopefully I help so many generations ahead of me to make life better for the people and no thank you to any attachments to me no critics enemies and haters on me ever , thank you for letting me help the people

My farewell speech until we see each other again

My mindset is Joel Osteen book blessed in the darkness you have to read the book I'm currently reading it now and I'm telling it now it will change your life it is about being in bad situations and still trusting God to see you through it and having unconditional trust with God you know me getting drafted by Jay Z while living in the New York City shelter system is very frustrating and to be a seasoned Quarterback it gets doubtful for the people around me but I'm optimistic I read Joel books 📚 that is why I don't want people to be like you heard the rumor that Jay Z the Roc Nation records owner and Executive of the tidal music streaming service is messing with a bum that he drafted a guy name Allen Henry his nephew Free World and until that comeback I'm just that a rumor it's true this the announcement of it I got so much work to do and a lot lot of learning to grow with you could see it in the Joe Montana and Bill Walsh relationship and Bill Walsh reason for selecting Joe Montana from Notre Dame in the Joe Cool documentary so I'm training for it I do light physical training aerobics to breathe and energize myself and then yes I did accomplish of all that my New York City list of accomplishments I'm a miracle story while living in the shelter some with former Governor Andrew Cuomo and former mayor Bill De Blasio to be a client and to actually help pay the counselors salary is amazing it is what do you do when you get a client like that in your custody I'm helping do you want to harm me and me and Bill De Blasio we passed the fair chance act to compete for a job of 2019 , Me and Governor Cuomo Legalize weed marijuana , boosted the base minimum wage salary level and many other things if you read my list of accomplishment that is part of the program Jay Z was talking about that made him select me in the draft the business incubator program which the hospital is name after me in Brooklyn it means I was suppose to revive business in New York and bring hope to them and their environment and get them more money longer employment and even more employment for people in surrounding environments and back to work programs basically I was hired to make life better for all New Yorkers from Rikers Island to We care programs and the economy I have won the Nobel peace prize once 🏆 and the Nobel memorial prize for economic sciences twice they share those honors with me but it is in my name thank you so much I'm honored they are mines and I cherish it basically I would get any job get my studio equipment but I'm in here stealing time I gave my self a new school schedule it was just little subjects I needed to know because truly ignorance is bad like I got the elect courses but I didn't get the fundamentals so I put myself through school again if you scroll you will see my schedule and class subjects I give myself to learn to be able to survive in New York City it takes a level of money to survive it is also take some education to make it in New York , High school education and definitely you gotta get college if you didn't go straight to the league then you gotta get your education and a job then work on your skills no it is never too late you can still be what you want to be so don't ever give up on your dreams and hopefully get you get your education while doing all of that but for me I kind of not educated all the way besides the deep stuff I learned in college or was reading on my own so I had to like relearn a lot of stuff just for skills that is used in the workplace and you know a general education school was fun but I missed it anybody that knows me I went to college without graduating high school or having my GED I just passed the entrance exam and got into college in Texas true story Baytown Texas 45 minutes from Houston Texas true that is cool I miss Texas 🤠 B probably hates this drama that is my fam and it is okay and Jay Z said yeah forever he will not change his mind to give me a tryout the role is mines see you soon shout out to my brother Vado from Harlem his music is hot that's it for me see you next season .

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