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[darkshelbyfiction]

The Nanny Diaries (Part One)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Innocent Reader

Warning: Dark Cillian has an innocence kink...Smut...Infidelity...Dub Con

It had been three months since you started working for Cillian and Lorna Murphy, looking after their two young children Sienna and Mitch.

You had recently turned eighteen and left your small town in America, eager to see the world beyond your front door so, moving to Dublin, was the perfect opportunity for you.

Through a family friend, who was an actor as well, you were given the chance to work as an Au Pair for the famous Irish actor who, with his wife and children, lived in a beautiful country estate just outside Dublin city, surrounded by vast gardens filled with flowers and trees.

Their home was like a sanctuary where nature merged seamlessly into luxury - wooden floors, high ceilings adorned with original works of art and large bay windows which looked out onto acres of greenery.

Their children were absolutely adorable.

Little Sienna was full of energy, running all over the place, whilst little Mitch would be curled up watching cartoons quietly. At first, it seemed strange, but gradually you found yourself enjoying every moment spent playing games, reading bedtime stories and preparing meals for them.

The only person whose company made you feel slightly nervous, however, was Cillian himself. You felt a strange and somewhat forbidden attraction towards this 45 year old man, something no one could quite understand considering how close he was to your father’s age.

However, being strictly catholic and engaged to young man back home, you brushed this off as simply being star struck and though Cillian wasn't exactly flirtatious, there was something undeniably captivating about him.

Cillian soon noticed the way you looked at him, the subtle flush of excitement that crossed your face when he walked into the room, and despite his own marriage status, he began making excuses to get closer to you. His constant praise made you blush, while the lingering glances gave you butterflies in your stomach.

One evening after Lorna had gone to bed, Cillian invited you to listen to some music with him in the dimly lit living room.

There was a comforting familiarity in the scent of leather, polished wood and roaring embers in the fireplace as you sat down beside him on the plump sofa. For some reason, your heart skipped a beat as you sank deeper into the soft upholstery and Cillian silently handed you a glass of wine and smiled.  

"You did well today. Thanks for looking after them so diligently," Cillian acknowledged just as you traced the contours of his strong jaw line with your eyes.

"They are good kids. Despite, looking after them, is my job," you stammered in response. You couldn't help feeling nervous around this man, even more now since it was just the two of you.

"Still, it's nice not having to worry. So, thank you," Cillian said while leaning back into the couch, crossing one leg over another. "It can be quite draining sometimes looking after them."

"It can be," you smiled while your cheeks reddened as you tried not to stare at him openly. For a moment silence enveloped the space before you continued speaking softly, barely audible enough for him to hear properly.

"So you like Portishead, huh?" you asked, changing the topic to music as their album "Glorybox" was playing in the background. His face shifted to curiosity briefly, then turned serious again as he reached out slowly to brush his hand over your knee. 

"I do. How about you? he asked, turning his head towards you.  "Do you like their music?" he then asked and you felt a mix of fear and excitement surging through your body upon the sudden contact - your heart raced faster, and a warmth seemed to rise up inside you as his fingers caressed gently along your thigh. Trying hard to maintain composure, you responded casually yet uneasily.

"I do," you managed to utter softly as his fingers traced higher along your inner thigh. As his hand lingered there uninvited, your breath quickened involuntarily – a mixture of panic and arousal coursing through your veins. It wasn't right, what he was doing, but still, deep within you, a primal urge took hold.

"How is your boyfriend? Are things good between you?" Cillian prodded, leaning closer as he spoke. You could feel his breath tickling your ear as he whispered these words, sending chills down your spine despite yourself. Your hands trembled lightly, unsure whether to push him away or surrender to his advances, caught somewhere between terror and thrilling anticipation.

"He...uhm...yes... he is good," you stammered as his fingers dipped deeper beneath your skirt, brushing against your underwear teasingly, causing a wave of heat to ripple throughout your core.

Aware of the danger you were in, a part of you wanted to resist, while another desperately desired to succumb to his touch, craving the sensuality he offered with such intensity. 

"Do you miss him?" Cillian asked quietly, almost tenderly while his fingers ran circles over your moistening panties.

Unable to think clearly due to the intensity of his advances, you struggled to find your voice. Involuntarily, your mouth hung open, dazed by the sensations that flowed through your body.

"I do miss him, yes," you finally murmured, unable to meet his eyes, as you fought to quell the desire rising up inside you. This was wrong, terribly wrong, but why did it feel so right?

"Do you miss him touching you like this?" Cillian asked huskily as, finally, he pushed aside the wet fabric of your knickers, allowing his finger to slide tantalisingly over your wet slit.

"He never..." you mumbled hesitantly, trying to regain control of both your mind and body, struggling to ignore the growing sense of guilt mixed with exhilaration that consumed you. 

"He never what?" Cillian challenged, his tone darkening as his finger continued to explore the sensitive folds between your legs. One of his fingers began to push its way inside you, penetrating your tight entrance gently yet firmly, eliciting gasps and whimpers from you as pleasure ricocheted through your body. 

"He never touched me down there before," you admitted reluctantly, knowing it wouldn't matter anyway because you knew deep down that this went far beyond mere physical exploration.

"Really?" Cillian queried with disbelief, pulling his fingers free from your quivering passage before pushing it in again, harder this time, his thumb pressing rhythmically against your clitoris. You let out a strangled cry, lost in the throes of ecstasy as your entire body writhed in pleasure.

"Have you ever touched yourself like this?" Cillian questioned deeply, his tone laced with raw passion, drawing a sharp intake of air from you. You didn't answer immediately, too absorbed in the exquisite sensations consuming your body. But eventually, the truth emerged haltingly from your lips.

"No. It's not allowed," you confessed seeing that you were strictly catholic, ashamed of admitting the fact aloud, wishing to sink into the floor beneath you.

"Do you want me to stop?" Cillian asked softly, lifting his hand away from your drenched crotch to rest it once more on the armrest of the couch. Your mind reeled as the erotic spell broke, leaving you feeling bewildered and confused.

Despite the intensity of the encounter, you shook your head defiantly, determined not to allow yourself to be further enticed.

"Alright. Can you take off your panties for me then?" Cillian commanded authoritatively, breaking the momentary awkwardness. His eyes bore into yours, demanding obedience. Reluctantly, you nodded, sliding your skirt lower until your knickers slipped off easily, exposing your naked thighs and pussy. The bold act sent shockwaves through your system, filling you with a potent cocktail of shame and arousal. Cillian observed you hungrily, appreciating the sight of your supple curves and smooth skin.

With determination in his eyes, he reached for your exposed thighs, rubbing his palms alluringly up and down them until his fingers found your wet labia. Gently cupping your sex, he teased you playfully, watching closely as your breath caught in your throat and your pupils widened with desire. 

His erection strained against his jeans, making your nipples perk up in response.

He then inserted not one but two of his thick digits into your dripping core gently, feeling the resistance of your virginity as he thrust them in and out as small streak of blood trickled onto his fingers.

There was some discomfort in your expression, partly due to the pain caused by your first sexual experience but also fueled by anxiety and confusion regarding the situation.

Inside you, your mind wavered between feelings of remorse and yearning satisfaction as his powerful hands controlled your movements, taking command of your pleasure.

As he moved inside you, his touch became firmer, his pace picking up speed, creating a sensation unlike anything you had ever known before. Your whole body ached, your muscles twitching with the force of the waves crashing through you.

"You are incredibly tight," Cillian remarked approvingly, withdrawing his fingers momentarily only to plunge them back in again with greater fervor. His rough hands expertly navigated your insides, working you mercilessly, ignoring the protest of your uninitiated flesh. Each penetration drove a fresh wave of pleasure through your body, your nerves firing rapidly, setting every inch of your skin ablaze until, suddenly, you couldn't hold back any longer.

With a loud moan escaping your lips, you eventually came undone and Cillian covered your mouth with the palm of his free hand as your body  began convulsing violently in orgasm.

"Sssh, we don't want to wake up Lorna," he chuckled quietly as your vision swam as your world turned upside down, your entire focus narrowed down to the sensations washing over you. Aftershocks radiated through your limbs, causing tiny tremors to run up and down your body as if electric currents surged through your very soul.

Breathless and flushed, you collapsed back into the embrace of the couch, exhausted and invigorated simultaneously as Cillian carefully withdrew his fingers from inside your body. 

Wetness and a tiny amount of blood tickled down onto the leather fabric on which you were sitting as your heart hammered wildly in your chest.

Cillian smiled devilishly at you, amused by how quickly he had brought you to climax, and you felt both grateful and somewhat shocked.

Your stomach squirmed with a strange mix of emotions: gratitude, humiliation, and embarrassment battled furiously amongst themselves. Your cheeks reddened with a combination of both physical stimulation and shame.

"I shouldn't have done that," you muttered, attempting to make sense of your own behaviour. You had committed a sin against God and your morals, and now, here you were - wanting more of it.

The thought scared you, but something stirred deep within you, telling you it would be foolish to dismiss it entirely. There was a power to this darkness that held an addictive quality, like the forbidden fruit you had just sampled.

"You seemed to have enjoyed it though," Cillian smirked. His statement carried undertones that left no doubt as to what he meant just as you both were startled by Lorna who came walking down the stairs to fetch herself a drink from the fridge.

Quickly, you adjusted your skirt to cover your slightly bruised and still wet entrance before hastily grabbing your discarded knickers. Cillian, without missing a beat, made himself appear nonchalant, leaning casually against the armrest beside you.

Lorna looked curiously at the both of you, remarking "It seems quite late. You should come to bed Cillian", unaware of the recent events transpiring.

"I will be up in just a minute love". Cillian lied, hoping to prolong the interaction with you for just a little bit longer but, unfortunately for him, you decided to head to your room instead, claiming tiredness.

After you closed the door behind you, the tension dissolved slightly and Cillian sighed audibly, running his hand through his messy locks, visibly conflicted, pondering on about what happened. 

Even as he prepared for sleep later that evening, right next to his wife, he couldn't help but dwell upon the enchanting image of you submitting to his touch, succumbing under his influence. Something about your innocence intrigued him even more than other women had. Perhaps it was the challenge you presented—the thrill of dominance over someone who belonged to another man.

Or maybe it was the sweet, lingering aftertaste of guilt you left on his tongue whenever he took liberties with your pure body. Whatever the reason, he simply could not resist pursuing you further despite the danger it posed to his marriage.

Meanwhile, you too, were laying in bed, thinking about what had transpired. 

Your mind raced through memories of your earlier interactions with Cillian – his confidence, his touch, his mannerisms. There was that secret part of you that craved more contact, regardless of where it might lead. This newfound curiosity frightened you almost as much as it excited you. 

You wondered what it would be like to touch him the way he had touched you, whether his experienced body would respond to you as you did to him. For so long, the idea of intimacy had been taboo for you, yet somehow, those strict boundaries seemed to shift when it came to Cillian. 

Your core ached from the intrusion, and your cheeks burned with indignation, but there was a spark of excitement that lit up deep within you as well. 

You wanted him to do this again and you knew that this was wrong and so did he. 

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[maybankswife]

Falling for him part 4

JJ Maybank x fem Kook Reader

Summary-

You and Sarah have been best friends since you could walk, and now it has all started to change. and fast.

*This uses scenes from Obx Season 1, but modified to fit Y/N into the storyline.*

Warnings:

Mentions of a fight, bruises, tension, swearing.

A/N:

this is a longer part, around 4.9k words 😬 hope you enjoy!

6:45 AM

You’re woken up to the sound of your mum opening the shutters in your room, your mum is a big fan of routine and even when its summer break she doesn’t let you sleep in on weekdays, only weekends. You cover your eyes with your arm, trying to shield your eyes from the light. You can hear your mum walking over to your bed, she leans down and kisses your cheek, pushing your hair away from your face.

“Come on Y/N/N, time to get up” she speaks gently, rubbing your arm. You put your arm down and force your eyes open. Your eyes meet with hers, shes already in her active wear from Lorna Jane. You stretch under the covers. Removing the duvet off your body, you sit up your feet touching the rug that’s next to your bed.

“What are we doing today?” you ask her, standing up stretching. She smiles at you,

“I’m not sure, whatever you would like. I need to work on a case today, so you can do whatever you want” your slightly annoyed that she isn’t waking you up for a real reason, but you know this has benefits to you.

“I might go surfing” you say as your start making your bed, your mum is calling Oakley over to her.

“Sounds fun sweetie” You continue fixing the pillows on your bed, you can hear Oakley’s nails tap the wood floor as she walks over to your mum. “Okay I’m going to take Oakley on a walk down at the beach, I’ll see you soon” your mum breaks the silence, she leaves your room, closing the door behind her. You sit down on your bed, grabbing your phone from the side table. You look through your notifications on your lock screen, nothing important. You stand up, walking out of your room and into the hallway. You make your way to the kitchen, the huge floor to ceiling sliding glass doors that lead out to your backyard and the beach, are open as well as most of the windows in your house. You pull open a cabinet and pull out the blender. You place it on the counter, plugging it into a nearby outlet.  You walk over to the fridge, pulling the door open.

You grab out the ingredients to make your favourite smoothie.

Frozen Mango

Frozen Pineapple

Coconut water

Fresh passion fruit

Fresh kiwi

Orange juice

Since you’ve made this smoothie hundreds of times, you can guesstimate how much of each thing you need in it. You put all the ingredients into the blender, turning it on. Whilst it’s blending you get a glass cup from the cabinet, and a glass straw. When its finished blending, you take the lid off the blender cup, pouring it into your glass and putting the straw in. you make your way over to the kitchen island, sitting down on a barstool. You open your phone, looking through who messaged you last night, and what’s been going on in the world whilst you were sleeping. You sip the smoothie, delicious as always. You see that all of the pogues have accepted your follow and have all followed your back. You accept all of their request and start looking through their accounts. You start with Kies, all of her posts are single photos of the beach, sunsets, turtles, and the silhouettes of the pogues. Shes taken down all the photos of you in them. her highlights are pretty much the same as her posts, a couple of photos of her and her parents and that’s it. You move onto JB’s account, his posts are similar to JJ’s, a lot of the same photos too. He doesn’t have any highlights, but you see a post of him and Sarah holding hands. Secret but not secret relationship. Pope’s account has nothing. Literally nothing but a Bio saying “P4L”. You move onto snapchat, responding to some people’s snaps. You really don’t feel like hanging out with the pogues today, as much as you would like to, you just need a day to yourself after yesterday. You message Sarah.

“Hey Sarah, I can’t hangout today mums making me hangout with her” sent.

“Awh okay, that’s okay see you soon” She replies, you sigh grateful for the lack of interrogation. You put your phone back down onto the table, finishing your smoothie.

You stand up, and walk over to the sink, rinsing out your glass and putting it into the dishwasher. You walk down the hall, back into your room. You walk over to your dresser to find a bikini. You decide to go with a hot pink set, that has small white hibiscus flowers on it. You pull off your pyjamas, then pull on the bikini top. This set is made for surfing, so its securer than your regular string ones. You pull up the bottoms, they sit in the perfect spot for a good tan line. You grab some loose white linen shorts to wear over the bottoms, and your Birkenstocks. You grab one of your many tote bags from a hook and start putting in a few essentials. Sun-Bum SPF15 tanning oil, towel, book, a cap, your hairbrush, and lastly your phone. You tie your hair up into a bun before leaving your room.

You walk out to your backyard where your surf shed is, you grab your surfboard out from the corner and carry it down to the beach. It was waxed a few days ago, so no need to rewax it just yet. You make your way down to the sand, the sun beaming down onto you is your favourite feelings. You find a good spot to put your stuff, dropping the surfboard onto the sand as well as the tote bag. You shimmy out of the shorts, putting them into your tote bag. You pull out the tanning oil, putting a generous amount into the palm of your hand, rubbing it between your hands. You rub it into your skin.

One of your skills that you have, is being able to put things like tanning oil and sunscreen on your back, its easy for you to do it. You make sure you get the tanning oil everywhere, including your face. You sit down on your board, letting the oil sink into your skin before you go into the water.

You sit there listening to the waves crash against the shoreline, and the seagulls calling out. Breathing in the familiar smell of salt and sun. The sand warm on your feet, letting your mind wonder.

You can tell the oil has melted into your skin, so you stand up ready to surf. You pick up your board putting it on your side and running towards the water. Once your deep enough, just below knee deep in water, you put the board onto the water, jumping on top of it. You start paddling out, waiting for a wave to come.

Riding the wave, your mind goes silent, absorbing the summer sun. This is all that you want to do this summer. Wait for the perfect wave to come, ride it, let your body move, and doing it all over again.

Its around mid-day when you finally decide to get out the water, your hair is wet and messy. You paddle back to shore, standing up when its to shallow to keep paddling. You lift up the board, holding it on the side of your body and walking up to where you left your stuff. You put your board down onto the sand, laying your towel over it so you can soak up the sun for a while. you remember this thing you had seen on TikTok, a girl put sunscreen into the shape of a love heart on her leg whilst she was tanning, and when she took it off it left a love heart tan line on her skin “sunscreen tattoo”. You didn’t bring any sunscreen with you, but there was some in the surf shed so you decided to run up to your house.

You got to the shed, opening the door, and walking in. you found the Sun-Bum SPF50 sunscreen, you grab it throwing it up in the air and catching it again. You run back down to the beach, sitting down on your board. You decide to do it just above your bikini line in the shape of a sun, you made it look pretty, and lied down on the board. You set a timer for an hour on each side. Whilst you were tanning, you decided to take a photo for your Instagram story.

Once you posted the photo, you put your phone back in your bag, pulling out your book “The summer I turned pretty” written by Jenny Han. You lie on your board, reading the book and listening to the world around you. This is what you call “me time”.

2:00PM

It’s been 2 hours already, you stopped reading when you had to turn onto your stomach and instead fell asleep for an hour. You woke up when the hour timer went off. In that time, your hair had completely dried, and you had the best sun nap ever. You got up, stretching. You pulled your hair out of the bun it was in, you grabbed your hairbrush, brushing out all the knots. You put the brush back in the bag and pulled out your phone. Scrolling through the notifications. You opened Insta to see who liked your story and you were shocked when you saw JJ’s name. you smiled seeing his name on your screen, it was a new feeling. You put your phone back into the bag, standing up. You decided to go for a swim before going back inside. You ran down to the water, splashing it everywhere. You dived in getting fully soaked. You emerged out the water, pushing your hair back. You swam around for a little while, looking at all the tiny fishes that swam close to your toes.

3:00PM

You finally convinced yourself to get out the water and go back home. You collected all of your items and wrapped the towel around your body. You started walking back up the sand and to your backyard. You put your board outside the surf shed, letting it dry before you did put it in there. You walked pass your pool, and onto your porch. Your mum was sitting on the couch on her laptop, probably doing some work. You walked in, Oakley wagging her tail at you.

“Hey mum” you walked behind the couch to the kitchen to get some water.

“Hey bubba, did you have a good day?” you could hear here typing away at her laptop, she usually got off her devices when she spoke to you, so the fact that she is still on her laptop meant that she is really busy.

“Yeah, I surfed for like 4 hours, tanned for 2 and swam for 1” you pulled out a freezing cold bottle of water from the fridge and started chugging it.

“Sounds like fun, did you see anyone?” she asked, her voice not a genuine as what it usually is.

“No not today, I just wanted some me time” you swallowed another sip of water, “what did you do today?” you question her, putting the empty bottle in the recycling bin.

“Well, I took Oakley on a walk, when I got back, I saw you surfing from the house. I went to the shops, bumped into Rose Cameron, came home, and started doing some work” she replies, you can tell shes not really focused on the conversation.

“Oh cool, okay I’m gonna go for a shower” you walk towards the hall but pause when you hear your mum call out to you.

“Okay, let me know when you want dinner” you continued walking to your room, you put away all the stuff you had taken with you to the beach, then picked out a casual outfit to wear for the rest of the day.

You picked out your favourite sundress, its yellow with white flowers on it, for shoes you decided to go for your white converse. You put the dress on the bed and made your way into the bathroom. You pull the bikini off and look at your tan lines in the mirror. They are literally perfect. You turned on the shower, because your hair had only just been washed you chose to just rinse it out and put some conditioner in. You rinsed your hair, then put some Ouai conditioner. You put it in a claw clip and washed your body whilst waiting for it to soak in. you wash your body with the philosophy vanilla coconut body wash, cleansing every nook and cranny. Once you finished washing your body, you took your hair out of the claw clip brushing it with a comb before rinsing out the conditioner.

Finishing your shower, you changed into the yellow sundress and converse. You love the way the dress looks on you, it sits on all the right places, curving all the right curves it is utterly perfect. You sit down at your vanity, pulling out your Dyson air wrap. You started drying it, then styling it in our favourite way.

You put on your go-to gold jewellery stack that consist of 2 necklaces, one that has a diamond incrusted sun charm and the other with F/L/Y/N charm, then your pura vida bracelets for both wrists, your ring stack for both hands, and finally your favourite chunky gold hoops.

4:30 PM:

“I was thinking about going out for dinner tonight, what do you think?” your mum broke the silence between you.

“Ooh yeah, at the Wreck?” you respond, petting your dog Oakley who is sitting on the couch next to you.

“Yeah, I need to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Carrera anyways. Are you ready to leave now?” She stood up, shes wearing an outfit you hadn’t seen before. It’s a dark navy button up shirt, that’s tucked into high waist shorts. It looks really nice, elegant.

“Yeah sure, are we taking your car?” you stand up, walking over to the sliding glass doors closing them.

“Mhm, I’ll meet you at the car. Thanks for closing up” You continue closing other open windows and doors, once you did that you filled up Oakley’s water bowl. You walk out the front, your mum has already reversed the car out of the garage. You can hear her blasting music in the car. You stroll over to the car, opening the door of the passenger side and scotting in. Shes playing “Young Folks” written by Peter Bjorn and John. A song from one of your favourite tv shows “Gossip girls”.

You sit down at a table, tucking your dress behind your leg before sitting. You put your phone down on the table, looking around at the restaurant. Behind the counter you see Kiara working, she seems to be writing down an order. The restaurant is busy for a Monday night, you pick the menu off the table and read through the items.

“What are you thinking? I was looking at the prawn cocktail for a starter” your mum spoke, still looking at the menu.

“I was thinking some garlic bread” you reply, moving your eyes to the Mains. One thing catches your attention, their crab boil. You’ve heard a lot of good things about it but haven’t had the chance to try it.

“I think I’m going to get the tomato and tiger prawn pasta” your mum said, licking her lips. You put the menu down now that you know what you’re getting.

“I’m going to get the crab boil” you readjust your sitting position, taking a sip of water from the complementary water they gave you.

“Sounds delicious, what are your plans for tomorrow?” your mum questions, putting her menu down.

“I will hit up Sarah or something” Bzzzz, you feel your phone buzzing on the table. You pick it up, looking at the notification. Funnily enough its from Sarah, you open the message reading it.

“Have you spoken to JJ at all today?” the message causing your heart to beat faster, you re-read it thinking back to today.

You start typing “No y what’s happened?” you respond, staring at your phone waiting for her to respond.

“He’s gone MIA, he walked off earlier today and isn’t replying to anyone’s texts” You read through the message, carefully and slowly as to not miss any small details.

“I will lyk if I hear anything” you type out the words and hit sent, putting your phone back down on the table. Your mind rushes with thoughts of worry, you assume its not like JJ to disappear like that seeing as Sarah is asking you about it. You stare off to the distance, thinking about what could have happened.

“You okay princess” the words cut through the air like a knife, you blink turning your attention back to your mum.

“Yeah, just thinking about food” you laugh it off, forcing to push the thoughts about JJ to the side.

Kiara walks up to your table with a notepad and pen, “Welcome to the Wreck, Oh! Hi Miss Palmer” she realised who was sitting at the table halfway through the sentence, she glanced over to you giving you a half assed smile.

“Hello Kiara! How are you?” your mum asks her, she knows everything about Kiara and your friendship and what happened last year.

“Yeah, I’m good thank you! what can I get for you guys?” she asks, tapping the pen against her notepad.

“For starters, can I order garlic bread please” you speak, looking at the menu making sure your saying the right thing.

“Of course, and for you Miss Palmer?” Her voice is different to usual, probably her ‘customer’ voice.

“I would like the prawn cocktail please”

“And for mains?”

“I’ll get the crab boil please”

“Can I please have the tomato and tiger prawn pasta”

“Good choices, those are my favourites. Any drinks?”

“Y/N will have a sprite, and I’ll get a glass of your finest red wines” your mum finished the order, handing the menu over to Kiara. You pick yours up off the table, passing it to her as well.

“Perfect, shouldn’t be to long” you watch as she walks away, and behind the counter. You want to ask her about JJ.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom” you say, sliding your phone off the table. You push the chair back, standing up.

“Okay sweetie” your mum grabs her phone out of her purse. You turn around walking towards the counter. You slow down, your still thinking of what to say to her. You get to the counter, and she looks up at you.

“Hey, sorry I don’t mean to bother. Sarah was wondering if you’ve spoken to JJ at all?” you ask, putting your hands on the counter. She looks at you funny, as if you have spoken to her in a completely different language.

“No, I haven’t. Why?”  her words taste sour, she spits them out at you. you clear your throat.

“Apparently he’s gone MIA, walked away from the group earlier today and isn’t talking to anyone” you tap your fingers on the counter and watch as she types your order into the tablet.

“Haven’t heard from him. Look, I’m really busy right now I’ll talk to you later” She turns around, pushing open a door that leads into the kitchen. You stand there like a complete idiot, you decide to go to the bathroom before returning back to the table. You push the door open, and it squeaks obnoxiously as it closes behind you, you don’t even really need to use the toilet, so you just look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair.

When you walk out of the bathroom you see Mr Carrera standing at your table, talking to your mum. You walk up to the table, sitting down on your chair observing the conversation.

Its nothing interesting, just about a recent law case that is going on. You go back to your phone, scrolling through Pinterest. Your Pinterest feed is mainly couple photos, the ocean, room ideas, and surfing. You’re still thinking about JJ, your worried about him. Clearly Kiara couldn’t care less, you want to find him and make sure he’s okay.  

“And how are you Y/N?” Mr Carrera’s voice booms through your ears, you look up from your phone. He hasn’t spoken to you since last summer.

“I’m really good thank you, how are you?” you return the question, turning your phone off and throwing it onto your lap. He smiles, big white teeth grinning at you.

“I’m doing well thanks, same old” he laughs, gesturing to the restaurant around him. You smile sweetly, snickering, trying to be polite. You turn your focus back to your mum who’s watching the awkward exchange between you and Mr Carrera.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your food. Let me know if you need anything” He places a heavy hand on your shoulder, quickly taking it off.

“Thank you, Mike, talk soon” To your despair, your mum ends the conversation with him. You watch him walk away and through the same door that Kiara had walked behind earlier.

7:30 PM

Your mum pulls into the driveway, the taste of the crab boil still in the back of your throat. She puts the car into park and turns the car off.

“That food was delicious” Your mum expresses, picking her purse up from the floor of the car. You push the seat belt buckle, unclicking it from around your frame.

“Yeah, it was really good, my breathe smells like garlic now tho” you laugh, pulling the door handle to open the car door. You put one foot on the concrete, followed by the other you swiftly get out the car. You mum follows after you, slamming the car door when she gets out. You're stuck in thought, thinking about the way Kiara was so dismissive about JJ. You follow your mum to the front door, watching as she unlocks and pushes it open.

“Ladies first” she giggles like a school girl, standing to the side and gesturing you to go inside.

“Very funny, thank you” you laugh at her joke as you walk inside, the recognizable smell of home wafting you as you stood in front of the shoe wrack, kicking your converse off. Your mum gently presses her hand onto your back,

“I’m going to feed Oakley, then I’m heading to bed” she takes her hand off your back, walking past you and down the hallway into the living space. You can hear her calling Oakley and talking to her in a baby voice.

 You slump, finally free from having to act perfect all night. You walk down the hallway that leads to your room, pushing the door open you run over to your bed. Belly flopping on top of it. Your exhausted from today, the sun and water makes you feel so tired. You let your body relax, you lie there fighting off sleep. You groan, pulling yourself up. Sliding off the side of your bed you walk over to your dresser, searching through your pyjama drawer. You pull out a tight cropped grey shirt, and blue and white striped grandpa shorts. You hold the pyjamas in your hands as you walk into your bathroom, placing them on your sink bench. You unzip your dress, pulling it off your shoulders letting it slide down your legs. You step over the dress, leaving you standing in your bra and undies.

JJ’s POV:

I wince for every step I take, exhausted. I have my arm wrapped around my torso, trying to keep the pain as little as possible. I’m on figure eight, walking around in the dark. I hiss at the pain on my face when I wipe the sweat off my forehead. As I walk down the street, I look around me recognizing the houses around me. I’m somewhat near Y/N’s house, I need her, all I want is her right now.

I turn the corner, the smell of the ocean getting stronger with each step I take. I remember that Y/N’s house is right in front of the beach, I have to be close.

At this point I’m practically crawling, I’m hunched over trying to walk as fast as I can. Dad really did some damage this time, hope he’s happy. I force myself to stand up straight, groaning as I do so. I look down the street, noticing a manicured lawn and a big white house. Its Y/N’s. I sigh, relived to know I’m close to some sort of comfort. I can feel the blood drying up on my face, but the pain only intensifies.

I’m on my hands and knees, dragging my body up the lawn to a window. I can see dim lights shining through the sheer curtains, I just have to hope is Y/N’s room. I pull myself up with all the remaining strength I have left in my body, I stand in front of the widow. I stare into it, reluctant to tap on it. But I see a figure walk across the room, a breathy laugh exits me.

I knock on the window.

Y/N’s POV:

As soon as you sat down on your bed, you hear a knock at your window. your heart pounds in my chest, you jump up to your feet but freeze in place. Too scared to look.

Another knock on your window.

You lean to the right, trying to see if you could see who it was but you couldn’t see through the curtains, and its pitch-black outside.

Another knock on your window.

“Y/N are you there?” a voice comes from outside, you can barely make out the words. You wince at the sound of your name falling out of whoever’s mouth this is. “Please, let me in” you hesitate, hearing the words coated in a weep. “Fuck it if I die, I die, its whatever.” You whisper to yourself. You walk over to the window, pulling the curtains to the side. You nearly jump out of your skin when you see a face staring back at you. But your breath slows when you see its JJ’s blue gaze that’s staring at you, with a pleading look on his face. you sigh, shaking your head. You push the window up, opening it. A gush of humid air surrounds your body.

“JJ what the hell, you scared the shit out of me” you step back, giving the blonde room to climb into your room. You watch as he pulls himself in, but gasp as his body hits the floor with a thump. You look over him, his knuckles covered in blood and bruises. You move your eyes further up to his beautiful face, his lip is busted, dried blood under his nose, a black eye, and a huge gash on his forehead just below his hair line. His hair is covered in sweat, and messily dropped over his forehead. You stare at him, confused on what’s going on. You watch his chest rapidly rise and fall, his eyes frantic looking around your room. You drop to your knees by his side, looking him up and down thoughts rushing through your mind.

“JJ what happened?” your words come out harsher than you wanted them to. You look into his eyes, but he struggles keeping eye contact with you, looking down at the floor. You sit in silence, watching his jaw tense up and an angry scowl on his face.

“Nothing” he blurts out, he stands up fast causing you to fall backwards. He starts to climb out the window, “shouldn’t have come”. Your quick to grab his shoulder, his attention turns back to you.

“JJ, stop. What happened?” you tug gently at his shirt, telling him to come back inside. He rolls his eyes, leaning his head up against the window frame.

“Got in a fight” His words are sharp, to the point. Your hand still on his shoulder, you gently rub your fingers in circles. Barely touching him, but touching him enough to feel.

“With who JJ?” you question, watching the blonde swing his feet back onto your bedroom floor.

“Nobody doesn’t matter who” he stands up, towering over you. You place your hand on his chest, you can feel him quickly pull back from pain. You pull your hand off, hovering over where you had placed it. “Shit sorry”, you rush through the words, looking up at JJ.

“Your okay” He looks down at you, you can see his glazed blue eyes.

“JJ let me help you. Here sit down” you point over to your bed, you watch JJ in anticipation waiting to see if he will comply. He nods his head, you watch his as he limps over to your bed. Carefully he sits down on the corner of the bed, he is barely on it. It’s like he’s scared to sit on it. “Take your shirt off JJ, I’m going to grab the first aid kit” you hurry into your bathroom, squatting in front of your bathroom sink you pull open a drawer. You pull out the first aid kit, you kept it in your room because you often had surfing accidents. You stood up, closing the drawer with your foot. You can see JJ in the mirror as he pulls his white shirt off, revealing the mess of bruises and cuts all over his body. You take a deep breath before turning around and walking back to where you had left JJ.

#jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #outer banks #fluff #obx #beachlife #the pogues #home #jj maybank x routledge!reader #john b routledge #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #rudy pankow #pope heyward #cleo obx #y/n #summer #beach #tropical #seaside #palm tree

[monggay]

my @mcytblraufest gift for @whoretimeswithscar! an over the garden wall au with mcyt characters! if youre unfamiliar, over the garden wall is a cartoon starring two brothers, wirt and greg, who find themselves lost in a place called the unknown and try to find their way around home, meeting many people including someone called the woodsman and a talking bluebird named beatrice.

starring: wilbur as wirt, the older brother; tommy as greg, the younger brother; grian as beatrice, the bluebird but as a parrot, + other cast and stuff under the cut! cause i made a BUNCH for this apparently.

charlie slimecicle as jason funderberker the frog! he's basically the brothers' pet frog, and he gets a musical number in one of the episodes!

AND a bunch of screenshot redraws from the opening sequence (on youtube, also dont watch after the title card at abt 45 secs in if you dont want spoilers from the end)

although i think the next stuff do have some spoilers for some characters

characters in order: charlie, grian, joe (and cleo in the painting), stress, and gem!

and then bad as the woodsman, dream as the beast, and then skeppy!

okay really going into spoiler territory here for the characters:

wilbur and tommy are wearing lmanburg/or just revolution uniforms in general as halloween costumes! wilburs are too short on him, and tommys are too big. tommys wearing red rainboots cause he doesnt have fancy ones like wilbur already had.

charlies just a slimy frog with glasses. no one knows how they stay there, there's no tape or anything. also he has. teeth. no reason at all tbh, and he also doesnt speak yet like in canon aside from the musical numbers.

grian as beatrice! i mean, he does seem like the type to get his family cursed because of shenanigans.

joe hills as quincy endicott and zombie cleo as margueritte grey! i really like this idea hehe. the premise of endicotts episode is that hes an eccentric lonely rich guy with a huuuge mansion who thinks is haunted, or that he might just really be going mad. turns out that his mansion was just so huge that he didnt realize that it was two mansions joined together, and that the resident of the other mansion, margueritte grey, was the ghost he thought he was seeing, and also thought he was a ghost. so like shenanigans with joe and cleo lmao.

stress as auntie whispers and gem as lorna! lorna is a young sick girl who lives with auntie whispers, but turns out her sickness was an evil spirit possessing here and forcing her to devour people, she didnt know tho i think and thought auntie was evil and forcing her to do chores. auntie whispers was like a really creepy evil looking old woman but turns out she was nice, just evil and creepy looking.

bad as the woodsman and skeppy as the woodsmans daughter! and dream as the beast. the beast was this.. idk he was the beast. an evil spirit taking children lost in the woods? the woodsmans daughter had gotten lost in the woods and the beast told the woodsman that the lantern contained his daughters soul, and he had to keep it lit of else his daughter was dead forever by chopping edelwood trees and turning them to oil as fuel. and then turns out the beast was just tricking him

also! the unknown is like, im pretty sure is supposed to be the afterlife? or like limbo, or as u had mentioned in your request notes, dantes inferno! when you mentioned dantes inferno, and limbo, and cool imagery, otgw was the first thing that came to my mind! i had just watched this one video essay about otgw being a modern retelling of dantes inferno before i recieved your request lol. cause wirt and greg were supposed to be drowning while they were in the unknown i think.

also!! for the first drawing, the scene is like, not rly anything specific for the show, i just thought it looked cool. and i somehow had the idea to. make it a painting. again. against all previous experiences of paintings being absolute slogs to finish. they almost always just reach the point of i dont even want to look at this anymore its good enough, but im really love how this one came out!

i had a few other au ideas i was thinking of before i did this one, i didnt manage to do them mostly bc it was always like. wayyy out of my artistic skills and also i didnt know how to make them make sense or execute them well enough.

previous ideas included: some sort of adventure story/comic/chose your own adventure/small rpg/point and click adventure/idk of limbo and exploring people's limbo, such as wilbur in the train station, schlatt in the gym, tommy in a void, grian in the middle of 3rd life and last life, etc. and the vibes i was looking for like victorian impossible mansion with shifting rooms or smth and also these kinds of stuff like a small pixel art point and click exploring of limbos

and also an ibong adarna au (????) its a filipino story of a prince journeying to capture the legendary bird, ibong adarna, to cure his sick father, and he had two older brothers who also failed bc they werent kind to a beggar in the street who turned out to be a sorcerer(?). basically, wilbur, techno, and tommy as the princes, with tommy as the youngest who succeeded bc he was kind, charlie as the ermitanyo/beggar?? and grian as the bird?

ANYWAYS thats all very sorry for the literal freaking wall of rambling text here much apologies for the lateness and hope you enjoy it!!

#wilbur soot #tommyinnit #grian #how do i even tag this #maeart #dsmp #dsmp fanart #mcyt #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #slimecicle #badboyhalo #mcytblr au fest #over the garden wall

[hiddenpxpercuts]

STARTER CALLLLL…..

NOT CAPPING AT THE MOMENT SO GO CRAY.

Alexander Lightwood || 28 || Detective

Simon (papcrrings), Rafael (devilsmenu), Ragnor (lcxstsouls) 

Evan Buckley | 28 | Fire Fighter

Pildo (devilsmenu), 

T/K Strand | 28 | EMT

Kono (devilsmenu), 

Richie Tozier | 24 | Comedian

Ally (devilsmenu), 

Max Mayfield | 23 | Nurse

Jamie (devilsmenu), 

T.J Kippen | 21 | College Senior

Alison (devilsmenu), 

Harry Hook | 23 | Chef

Harriet Hook (devilsmenu), 

Marco Del Rossi | 21 | Law School

…..

Maxine Baker | 19 | College Freshman 

…..

Matthew Murdock | 35 | Criminal Lawyer

Dale (bcrncoldx), Felixia (devilsmenu), 

Dean Winchester | 38 | Psychiatrist 

Tucker (nightwhispcrs), Satana (devilsmenu), 

Emily Fitch | 19 | College Freshman

Chad (devilsmenu), 

Nick Nelson | 18 | College Freshman

Lorna (devilsmenu), 

SImon Spier | 19 | College Freshman

Jihyo (devilsmenu), 

Katherine Pierce | 500 + (Looks 25ish) | Unemployed 

Irene (devilsmenu), 

Blaine Anderson | 22 | Musician 

Junwoong (devilsmenu), 

Ginny Weasley | 21 | Teacher

Neville (papcrrings), Astoria (devilsmenu), 

Chad Meeks-Martin | 19 | College Sophomore

Sally (devilsmenu), 

Maria Vasquez | 25 | Nurse

Michael (nightwhispcrs), Tony (devilsmenu), Maomao (apothmuses), 

Heather Chandler | 23 | Trust Fund Kid

Anna (papcrrings), 

Gabriel Boutin  25 | French Ambassador 

Urumi (devilsmenu), 

Chishiya Shuntaro | 21 | College Senior

Heiya (devilsmenu), 

Lillian Deville || 22 || College Senior

…..

Mercutio Alice | 27 | ?

Romeo (devilsmenu), 

Jim Hopper | 45 | Mayor

Robin (nightwhispcrs), 

Epononine Thenardier | 25 | ?

…..

Bob Belcher | 45 | Owns Bob’s Burgers

…..

Michael Munroe | 22 | ?

…..

Quincy Shabazian | 19 | College Sophomore

…..

Enid Sinclair | 18 || College Freshman

…..

Mazikeen Smith | 30 | Private Investigator

…..

Ambrose Spellman | 75 + | Occult Shop Owner

Kallias (apothmuses), 

Lily Tucker Pritchett | 19 | College Sophomore

Noah (devilsmenu), 

Derek Hale || 25 | Police Officer 

Isaac (papcrrings), 

Klaus Hargreeves | 30 | Drug Counselor

Diego (papcrrings), 

Jake Wheeler | 19 || College Freshman

…..

Sebastian Matthew-Smith | 21 | College Junior

…..

Ryan Evans | 21 | College Senior

…..

Victoria Spring | 22 | ?

Noami (nightwhispcrs), 

Carl Grimes | 23 | College Student

…..

Mickey Milkovich | 27 | Security Officer

…..

Glenn Rhee | 30 | ?

Fred (nightwhispcrs), 

Reggie Peters | 20 | Band Member

…..

Miles Hollingsworth III | 21 | College Senior

…..

Maeve Wiley | 21 | College Senior

…..

Gamora | 35 | ?

Peggy (lcxstsouls) 

Ken | 35 | ?

Okabe (apothmuses), 

Jude Fosters-Adams | 21 | College Senior

Dakken (devilsmenu), 

Gregoria Gryfinndor | 23 | ?

Sal (papcrrings), 

Ivan Carvalho Cruz | 18 | College Freshman

…..

Milton ‘MG’ Greasley | 19 | College Sophomore

…..

#hw: starter #here weee goooo again

[mh-midnight-wanderer]

I made checklist of G1 characters that return for G3 reboot. Aside our 6 main ghouls, Toralei, Deuce and Heath

1. Abbey Bominable ✓

2. Spectra Vondergeist ✓

3. Operetta

4. Jackson Jekyll / Holt Hyde

5. Robecca Steam

6. Venus McFlytrap ✓

7. Rochelle Goyle ✓

8. Nefera de Nile ✓

9. Howleen Wolf ✓

10. Clawd Wolf ✓

11. Clawdia Wolf

12. Gillington "Gil" Webber ✓

13. Invisi Billy *

14. Twyla ✓

15. Jinafire Long ✓

16. Skelita Calaveras ✓

17. Batsy Claro

18. Isi Dawndancer

19. Kjersti Trollsønn

20. Marisol Coxi

21. Lorna McNessie

22. Finnegan Wake ✓

23. Manny Taur ✓

24. Romulus ✓

25. Jane Boolittle

26. Catrine DeMew

27. Catty Noir ✓

28. Meowlody / Purrsephone ✓✓

29. Scarah Screams

30. Johnny Spirit

31. Wydowna Spider

32. Gigi Grant

33. Slo Mo

34. Iris Clops ✓

35. Avea Trotter

36. Bonita Femur

37. Sirena Von Boo

38. Neighthan Rot

39. Gooliope Jellington

40. Amanita Nightshade

41. Gilda Goldstag

42. Quill Talyntino

43. Kieran Valentine

44. Headless Headmistress Bloodgood ✓

45. Hexiciah Steam ✓

[ I know still even more characters like Boo York characters, Haunted High Students, etc. And I will make part 2 and make another list of MH G2 characters.

Also, I put question marks because they seem to appear either image leaks or doll-like Isi. Sometimes I could mistaken by false information. My list is based only G3 appearances in live-action movie, cartoons, dolls, and blogs

" * " they mention by name but don't have an official appearance yet

Also Also Don't take this checklist very seriously because I could be very wrong. This checklist will change over time. Please be patience with me.. ]

[Part 2] [Part 3]

#monster high #monster high characters #abbey bominable #spectra vondergeist #mh operetta #jackson jekyll #holt hyde #robecca steam #rochelle goyle #venus mcflytrap #nefera de nile #howleen wolf #clawdia wolf #clawd wolf #gil webber #invisi billy #monster high twyla #jinafire long #skelita calaveras #batsy claro #marisol coxi #kjersti trollson #lorna mcnessie #isi dawndancer #finnegan wake #manny taur #mh romulus #jane boolittle #slo mo #catrine demew

[capybaraonabicycle]

Hey there! Thought I'd return the favour...

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

9. How do you find new fic to read?

10. How do you decide what to write?

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

31. What's your ideal fic length to write?

32. What's your ideal fic length to read?

45. What's something you've improved on since you started writing fic?

And if you want, 49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you're up for it!

Very excited to read, and if you have a fic suggestion that I might enjoy of yours to get started, please do share! I'm always happy to check them out!! ����

Thank you so much, dear! I am putting this under the cut because it's LONG :)

2. What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits

Here we go:

Fluff (15)

Kissing (12)

Flirting (9)

Fluff and Angst (9)

Friendship (7)

That's pretty accurate, I would say :D I have started writing more angst and less fluff but there is still a good amount of fluff and kissing in anything I produce. I am a little disappointed 'sentient tardis' isn't on here, so maybe I'll need to write more stories with that specific premise :)

9. How do you find new fic to read?

I ask you. Just kidding. Well, I do, but not exclusively.

I often go via filter, starting at the dw 2005 page and then mostly character combination wise, sometimes as a ship, sometimes I just want to see certain people and add them separately. Then sometimes I add a certain keyword (like 'fluff', I do love fluff dearly as you know) or I decide on which array of ratings I feel like and exclude the rest. Also I often know which pairings I DON'T want to see rn, so I exclude those, too.

And then I look at summaries mostly (since the tags are already to my liking, aren't they?) and read whatever catches my eye :)

Sometimes I will specifically look for specific crossovers too (otherwise I mostly exclude them) which is done via the search function. Or I tag a minor minor character like Lorna Bucket because really if they don't get enough time on the show then I need to read all the fanfic!

(this is all about dw, obviously. Because we are living like royals and can be picky. For other fandoms I literally read what there is because they have like 100 fics)

10. How do you decide what to write?

[ID: gif of a fluffy dog with animated question marks on their head. end ID]

Next question.

(Honestly, I don't know??? whatever is shouting the loudest inside my head??)

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I don't know? Anytime someone says 'tropes' I can only think of 'only one bed' and that's the only trope then that exists for me. I know there's more but I never can think of any. I've always liked 'only one bed' though. It's so silly; just sleep in that bed?! And then there's always that big thing around it, and everything is so awkward because it's only one bed. It's great. Not really an answer to your question, but now you know that I don't understand the 'only one bed' trope but I do love it a lot.

31. What's your ideal fic length to write?

2k-10k. I often don't manage to stay below 2k and anything above 10k I most likely won't finish. If I have to put a pin in it.... 3000 words, that's the perfect amount to manage AND feel very proud of how much I wrote :)

32. What's your ideal fic length to read?

If it's by someone I'm unfamiliar with: <5k. Then I will be most likely to say 'alright, we'll give this a try, I can do this.'

If it's by someone whose writing I already love: any length. I'll never get enough of you, give me the longest most convoluted plots or 5 words you scribbled during lunch, I love you, I smile like an idiot whenever I get an email notification and it's in one of my fandoms ❤️❤️❤️

45. What's something you've improved on since you started writing fic?

English <3

Okay, actual answer now:

I think I have become a lot better with tackling queer themes? Maybe 'better' is not the best word but 'more comfortable'. When I first started writing fic, it had to be a boy and a girl and then they got together. Because of course that's how it goes. (Also I was way back in the closet then.) (bear in mind I am talking of 10+ years of writing fic now.) (also yes, I've always been writing a lot of gen and family/other platonic relationships, too)

And then I slowly, carefully, started writing wlw and mlm ships. And then some poly ships. Maybe even some ace characters. A year ago I finally wrote a coming-out fic.

And it's still difficult. I especially struggle with trans and poly characters because I don't identify as such - or well at least I lean towards not identifying as trans or poly - and I am still so scared of doing harm and doing something wrong and I am questioning whether I am the right person to write those stories.

But it's getting better? I'm trying to get more into the mindset of 'I AM the right person because when I'll make mistakes, hopefully someone will notice and I will learn and do better next time'. And I definitely feel way less ashamed about queer topics in general and writing queer themes in particular, so that's an awesome step.

It's definitely not just about the writing, but the reading of fic too, spending time on tumblr (one of the things where this webbed site actually has a positive influence imo) and meeting more queer people in real life. But writing something queer and someone telling you 'I liked this' or 'I feel this' or 'they are so cute together'? That's simply amazing and it feels so good that it has become basically normal for me.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you're up for it!

I mean, you know it's primarily the cat fic. Let's have some of it, shall we?

River is being very naughty here, so I am sorry. I have to say, I am still feeling kinda uncomfortable about the lack of informed consent in part of this. But, tbh, I am also totally living my best life here.

(what to expect, in case you'd rather avoid it: accidental flashing of underwear to Yaz by the Doctor, also Siren is both checking the Doctor out while she doesn't know who the cat is and giving Yaz little cat kisses while Yaz isn't aware that she isn't a cat.)

“Holding you might even psyche me up for talking to her” Yaz murmured while turning towards the door, “as it seems I am developing some sort of crush, there.” It was the first time she had said it out loud and the words hung heavy on her tongue, however softly she had spoken them. Something rough graced her cheek and when she turned, she realised Siren had licked her face. The cat was looking at her with shining eyes, she almost seemed excited. Then she leant forward, bopping Yaz's chin with her nose. Yaz laughed, the weight of her feelings for the Doctor immediately feeling lighter. “Does this mean, you approve?” she asked amusedly and Siren purred, very loudly. “Well then” Yaz snorted. “Can't go nothing wrong with your approval, can it?” Siren meowed, possibly to support the point, and Yaz finally left her room, cat in her arms. She couldn't deny though, that after that talking up, there was a certain spring to her step and energy to the knock on the Doctor's door, that otherwise wouldn't have been there. She was, however, not prepared in the slightest for what awaited her, when the Doctor opened the door. She was wearing her working goggles, her hair pulled back into a bun that half the blonde mess had fallen out of already, and underneath, on her torso, she was wearing a dark-blue, sweaty sports bra, her suspenders and nothing else. “Uhh” Yaz said, quickly averting her eyes and staring at a spot next to the Doctor instead. “Hiya Yaz” the Doctor pushed up the goggles and when Yaz's eyes flickered to her face she could see a beaming smile between smudges of engine oil. “What's up?” “I've got your cat” Yaz got out, trying to push her towards the Doctor but tiny claws held onto her shirt for dear life. Apparently, Siren wasn't ready to part yet. When Yaz looked down on her, she could see that contrarily to herself, Siren was blatantly staring at the Doctor's state of undress and she had a silly, yet strong urge to cover the cat's eyes.

Oh, btw, that situation was totally orchestrated by Siren, as you might have guessed. The Doctor is oblivious, she doesn't even remember taking her shirt off. So, yeah, someone tell River to behave. Not me though, unfortunately, I'll basically let her do whatever she wants 🤷‍♀️ Because I can barely say no to River or cats and both combined is too strong a force

Also, I have added some angst so you can have a bit of that as well :) it came out of nowhere and poor Yaz is again my victim. But at least they talk?

(here again Siren is dealing out cat kisses to Yaz, I am planning on making them have a conversation about that later btw, I don't think I can just leave that in and have Yaz not confront River about it. Also Siren is in Yaz's bed here. And the Doctor is barging into Yaz's room without waiting for permission or knocking. And they're fighting, but I think that's it. I cut off before we get to the angsty details.)

Siren purred louder as if she wanted to drown out all of Yaz's worries. “You're a good friend” she murmured and a tiny tongue licked her chin. It tickled and Yaz even had to snort a little. “Thanks” she repeated and prepared to fall asleep with the cat in her arm. Unfortunately, that was when the Doctor finally coughed up the idea to visit Yaz's room. She didn't knock – why would she need to knock, really, on someone's private door – but burst right in like she usually did. She even switched on the light before the door was completely open. “Doctor!” Yaz shot up in her bed, glaring at her. “Yaz!” the Doctor beamed back, noticing the cat – who was hissing at the lamp and looked about as unhappy as Yaz about the turn of events. “You found Siren! Brilliant! Got you both in one place!” “Doctor, I was sleeping!” Yaz exaggerated slightly and the Doctor blinked. “Oh” she said and then. “Why would you do that? You haven't come round my place yet?” She looked highly confused and even a little crestfallen and Yaz had the very stupid urge to hug her. Which she luckily couldn't follow, seated in bed as she was. Because she was angry with her and this was not the time to pity her. Instead she sighed, bracing herself. Maybe she could still ward off the fight until tomorrow, but she needed to be ready. “I'm not coming to your room tonight, Doctor.” “Why not?” “I'm tired” she said simply. “You can sleep in my bed again” the Doctor proposed. “Doctor” Yaz ran a hand through her hair. “I'd like to be alone, tonight.” The Doctor frowned, scanning the way Yaz was avoiding her gaze now, the way her hand was fisted in the bed sheets, the way Siren was sitting at her side like a bodyguard ready to pounce. She was probably also seeing the tear streaks on Yaz's cheek but Yaz refused to brush them away for fear of drawing attention to them. “Have I upset you?” the Doctor miraculously came to the right conclusion and addressed it with her usual degree of directness. “Do you really think it's a good idea to discuss that now?” Yaz asked quietly. “Maybe I should take the night to calm down.” “I don't want you to be miserable for a whole night!” the Doctor exclaimed, dropping down onto the rim of her bed without invitation. “What happened?” Yaz took a deep, steadying breath. Alright, so they were doing that now. Siren pushed into her side as if to give her strength and Yaz gratefully buried a hand in her fur. Then she finally looked the Doctor in the eye.

So, it's so much fun, I can tell you :) No, it actually is, I just don't understand what possessed me to hurt Yaz. But they'll have a fight here, make up (not make out yet but we're getting there - that is until plot happens) and then the three of them will sleep in Yaz's bed for once. Because, as I told you, I believe that if you've got one bed, you've got a BED. So you should use it to sleep, especially if you're a chronically awake alien running on adrenalin and cookies <3

Fic recs

You should definitely read the Division!Mels AU as I've said before. It is mainly a Fugitive Doctor/Mels AU, but there is a little Fugitive Doctor/River and 12/River in there and quite a bit Mels & Karvanista and general Doctor & Lee & Gat & Karvanista & Mels. Just one big TARDIS team getting up to hijinks and basically everyone being on the verge of breakdown at any given moment. (mostly Gat, tbh, I am not gentle with the poor woman, but honestly Mels and the Doctor are hanging on by a thread, too and the Doctor then takes it out on Lee (and Gat). The only chill person is Karvanista - until he decides Mels is his pup now and he needs to look out for her. Because we all know looking out for River is a handful. She's the woman who jumps off skyscrapers expecting her mum to catch her somehow.)

For the AU, I think you should start with the fic Dance with Me (or: Selling the Cover for Gat). The works in the series are all written out of order so technically you can read them however you want. But this one shows pretty nicely what the series is about, I think. Plus, it's the one I wrote first. Storywise this is the turning point of 'friends to lovers' in the 'enemies to friends to lovers to strangers/enemies to lovers to strangers' narrative.

Oh yeah, btw, the works in the series are all finished but the series isn't. So everything's ready to be read in full but you cannot get the whole story yet. Their first meeting is missing for example and we don't know where they end up finally either. Well I do and we kinda do because of canon but the details are yet to be written.

Furthermore, there are bits of the Paternoster Gang in A Family Wedding, Somewhere in My Memory and The Responsible Thing to Do. I would mainly advise you to read the first two, neither really focus on them either but The Responsible Thing to Do only mentions Vastra briefly and that's it. I put it here anyway bc it is my first fic on ao3 and I think it is quite cute. (Also I kinda wanted you to know that I mention Vastra in my first fic on ao3 :) )

Family Wedding, as I may have said before, is my most popular fic and VERY fluffy. Unfortunately, it also merely mentions the Paternoster Gang but at least a few times and we kinda get to see them from afar. Big focus on 13/River and Jenny & Doctor and Jenny & the Ponds in this. Jenny, as in the Doctor's daughter, I have to admit I have written way more for her than for your Vastra's Jenny. But the two Jennys meet here - albeit very briefly - and get along great.

And Somewhere in my memory is again Doctor/River-centric but it's the fam 2.0 visiting the Paternoster Gang for Christmas so at least they show up properly. Not nearly enough but they all get their little scene - Jenny has a bit of a 'how are they suddenly hot wtf this feels wrong' problem with the Doctor being a woman and a 'get out of my kitchen asap' problem with the Doctor stealing cookies, Strax reacts to the Flux (not sufficiently, I've got thoughts on this that didn't make it into the fic, ask me about them if you like) and almost gets probic vented on accident and Vastra gets to trick the Doctor on behalf of her bestie River :) Since Christmas is coming up and it is my main Paternoster Gang fic, maybe it is fun for you? They mostly appear in chapter 1, so you could also just read that if you wanted to. I have to warn you chapter 1 ends on a cliffhanger, though.

Now I realise that I have just advised you to read my two most nsfw fics. Which maybe isn't too clever knowing your preferences. (I haven't ever written any actual smut but Somewhere in my memory comes close and Dance with me has a lot of internal Mels monologue - which includes a lot of checking out of the Doctor and accompanying thoughts (so this gets quite violent, too) .)

Hang on, let's pick out some nice gen fic as a third option, why don't we?

I've plugged A Bright Blue Box to you once before (Jenny & fugitive Doctor) and I still think that one's best for you. But I think you could also enjoy The Rose. It is one of my earliest works and a crossover of dw and The Little Prince. (You don't need to know The Little Prince to understand it, but should it be unfamiliar to you I would advise you to read it. It's beautiful and a little fairytale like.) It's just 12 being depressed about all his friends dying and meeting the Rose who has been waiting for her Prince to return but gets a sad and grumpy alien instead. I even made some art for that fic here - which I am currently using as my header btw - and it continues to be one of my favourites.

#thank you so much for the ask!! #Sorry this took a while! #And sorry this is so long #I love talking about my fics (don't we all?) :) #jennyandvastraflint

[staox]

Welcome to the Show new Towny!

Hello Hello and Howdy-do there Towny! <:o)

[If you happen to know me personally then please do not share or spread my personal information on any internet platforms, such include my address, full name, deadname, age, school, grades, grade level, voice etc. UNLESS you have my consent to it.]

Hello Hello! My name is Vale/Staox! I'm a Transmasc person that goes by he/him/they/them/it/it's/xe/xim/ze/zim!

Welcome to my blog!

I post lots of random stuff here based off my hyperfixations or whatever makes me happy! <:o) I'm in multiple fandoms aswell! I enjoy posting a vast variety of art not from one fandom specifically!!

I am an aspiring poet and an illustrator!! I have dreams that one day I will be known as a famous poet, painter, artist, and sculptor

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My Special Interests/Hyperfixations! :

* Welcome Home

* Dhmis

* Avenue Q

* Bugbo

* Sesame Street

* Cookie run: Kingdom/Ovenbreak

* Omori

* Good Omens

* Nimona

* Captain Underpants

* Tmc/The Mandela Catalogue

* Twf/The Walten Files

* Fnaf

* The Stanley Parable

* Miracle Musical

* Tally Hall

* T.H.I.S (Tally Hall Internet Show)

* Jack Stauber's Opal

* Shop: A Pop Opera

* Ride the Cyclone (RTC)

* Sundy Stairway

* BBirthday

* The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

* Town Folks (my own creation! <:o))

* Trolls

Some of my favorite music artists &/or bands! <:o)

These aren't even all of them yet! (tumblr has a 10 image only thingy!!) I will list them down for you! <:o)

- Jack Stauber

- Weezer

- Will Wood/ Will Wood & the Tapeworms

- Tally Hall

- Miracle Musical

- Chonny Jash

- Elliotly

- Jhariah

- Sodikken

- 6arelyhuman

- H3artcrush

- Rebzyyx

- Laufey

- Mitski

- Mother Mother

- Scowl

- Slipknot

- Soupy Garbage Juice

- Lemon Demon/Neil Cicierega

- S3RL

- Korn

- Pleasentries

- Kikuo

- Ruben the Understander

- The Chats

- The Mountain Goats

- Mindless Self Indulgence

- Oingo Boingo

- Rio Romeo

- Marina

- Drive 45

- Lesley Gore

- Temporex

- Bo En

- Bo Burnham

- Xavlegmao

- Queen

- Lorna Shore

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Stay safe my fellow Town Folk! I love you very much! <:o)

#pinned post #introduction #intro post #Town Folks #I feel as if this is very wordy! #Oh I've started rambling again!

[1979semifinalist]

CM #45 continues to be an arc with many surprises and in which I believe there are still many twists to see, not only does Remy know his wife but you also know him and it shows how you write it and very surprised by how you do it with Mariposa and I love Lorna! I know that until June your schedule is complete but there is a chance that in 2023 you will give Jess fans something exciting and make us happy outside of Captain Marvel inside I think you will but it gives me that Marvel doesn't have much interest in her for this new and you if you could get something with the Editors.

Hey.

I will try my best, but I am doing less work with Marvel in 2023 it looks like so far, so I don’t know that I’m your best option in getting Jess some attention. But I’ll always keep an eye out for her -- I love her and she’s great in almost anything. <3

[neanderthalfunerary]

Announcement of Death: An Obituary for Shanidar I (November 2, 2022)

Skull cast of Shanidar I (Clark, 2012).

Shanidar 1, aged somewhere around 30 to 45, is estimated to have perished from falling rocks in a collapsing Shanidar Cave, Iraq, between 45,000 and 35,000 years ago.

Laid to rest (perhaps by survivors of the collapse) in a pit and covered with sediment from later cave-ins, his remains were discovered by Ralph Solecki in 1957. [1]

His burial, alongside those of at least nine others at the site, constitute a foundational source of insight into the mortuary practices of Homo neanderthalensis. [2]

Paleo-pathological assessment has determined that throughout the course of his life, ‘Nandy’- as he was nicknamed by his excavators- experienced a variety of significant injuries and degeneration. [3]

Speculative illustration of Shanidar I (Miladinovic).

A major blow to the head likely rendered him at least partially blind in his left eye, on top of profound hearing loss from bone spurs in both ear canals. Examination of these exostoses yielded a diagnosis of diffuse idiopathic skeletal hyperostosis, making Nandy the earliest potential example of this condition. [4] Worn down teeth indicate a possible degenerative disease, and he would have walked with a limp as a result of both legs being broken or deformed. With Nandy's lower right arm missing and a distinct fracture at the humerus, there is evidence to suggest that he was the recipient of some early form of surgery and amputation. [5]

Because of the debilitating effects of these injuries, it is unlikely that Nandy would have been able to survive to such old age without external support. The fact that many of his pathologies show signs of healing over time insinuate that he was provided for, to some extent, by members of his community.

Trauma sustained to the right side of Shanidar I’s face (Trinkhaus, 2017).

‘Compassion,’ or some analogous concept, may have played an important role in Neanderthal thought processes and social interactions. [6]

Nandy and the other Shanidar specimens exhibiting antemortem trauma are far from the only members of their species to have been found in situations indicative of intentional burial.

Shanidar 1 is not survived by any family members. However, to this day, the individuals from Shanidar Cave provide anthropologists with a wealth of information about the extent of Neanderthal capacity for symbolic thought, technological complexity, and altruism.

Illustration depicting a gathering in Shanidar Cave (Miladinovic).

----- References & Further Reading -----

[1] Shanidar Cave

Wikipedia. “Shanidar Cave,” October 29, 2022. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shanidar_Cave#Shanidar_1.‌

[2] Neanderthal mortuary practices in the context of Shanidar Z

Lewsy, Fred. “Shanidar Z: What Did Neanderthals Do with Their Dead?” University of Cambridge, February 18, 2020. https://www.cam.ac.uk/stories/shanidarz.‌

[3] Trauma among the Shanidar Neanderthals

Trinkaus, E., and M. R. Zimmerman. “Trauma among the Shanidar Neandertals.” American Journal of Physical Anthropology 57, no. 1 (1982). https://doi.org/10.1002/AJPA.1330570108.‌

[4] Hearing loss in Shanidar I

Trinkaus, Erik, and Sébastien Villotte. “External Auditory Exostoses and Hearing Loss in the Shanidar 1 Neandertal.” Edited by Karen Rosenberg. PLOS ONE 12, no. 10 (October 20, 2017): e0186684. https://doi.org/10.1371/journal.pone.0186684.‌

[5] Health-related care for the Shanidar I

Kent, Laura. “Health-Related Care for the Neanderthal Shanidar 1.” ANU Undergraduate Research Journal 8 (August 1, 2017): 83–91. https://doi.org/10.22459/aurj.08.2016.07.‌

[6] Neanderthal caregiving and emotional constructs

Spikins, Penny, Andy Needham, Lorna Tilley, and Gail Hitchens. “Calculated or Caring? Neanderthal Healthcare in Social Context.” World Archaeology 50, no. 3 (February 22, 2018): 384–403. https://doi.org/10.1080/00438243.2018.1433060.‌

#anthropology #archeology #neanderthal #shanidar #evolution #prehistoric #neanderthalfunerary

[citylifeorg]

The Guggenheim Museum Presents “Going Dark: The Contemporary Figure at the Edge of Visibility”

Lorna Simpson, Double Negative, 1990–2022 (detail). Silver gelatin print, 45 × 36 inches (114.3 × 91.4 cm), edition 3/3. Courtesy the artist and Hauser & Wirth. © Lorna Simpson. Photo: James Wang This large-scale exhibition features a multigenerational, multiracial group of artists who address pressing questions around what it means to be seen, not seen, or erased in society, through formal…

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[atletasudando]

Gabriela Suárez y Alan Minda se destacaron en la apertura del u23 de Ecuador

Fuente: Fed. Ecuatoriana Gabriela Suárez, una de las más destacadas velocistas de Ecuador, incursionó por primera vez en la temporada sobre 400 metros llanos y fue una de las figuras de la apertura del Campeonato Nacional u23, este sábado 27 de agosto en Quito al marcar 52s.95 que constituye el nuevo récord nacional de la prueba con cronometraje electrónico (Lucy Jaramillo lo mantenía con 53.15 desde hacía dos décadas, mientras que tiene 52.9 manuales compartidos con Liliana Chalá). También en los 400, pero entre los hombres, Alan Aldair Minda se lució con sus 46.66, tope para su categoría y una de las mejores marcas del historial de su país. En los 100 metros se produjo la reaparición de Anderson Marquinez y se quedó con el título en 10.65, seguido por Katriel Angulo con 10.72. Ambos se unieron luego a Minda y Steeven Salas para ganar la posta corta de Tungurahua con 40.92. En los 100 metros llanos de damas venció Nicol Jazmín Chalá con 12.07, luego de que le cronometraran impresionantes 11.35 en las eliminatorias. Otros ganadores entre los hombres fueron Kevin Simisterra con 14.56 en 110 metros vallas, el juvenil Saúl Wamputsrik en la marcha de 10 mil metros con 45:13.2, Justin Herrera con 2.12 en salto en alto, Marcos Luis Ponce con 7.32 en largo y el lanzador Steven Cevallos con 1511 en bala y 48.87 en disco. Entre las damas vencieron Aimará Nazareno en 100 metros vallas con 14s35, Melanie Corozo en triple con 12.11, Lorna Zuorita en bala con 14.16 y la menor Anahí Sánchez en jabalina con 40.58.   Read the full article

[deus-ex-mishina]

#45 (IMAGE)  Why have chain letters, when you can have chain mail? Create an intricate medieval knight’s suit of armor entirely out of junk mail, with chain mail comprised of chain letters. Must include a junk mail shield, sword, and a codpiece (to protect your "junk"). (62 points)

#gish 2019 #deus ex mishina #item 45 #lorna

[ninewheels]

X-MEN in other media (TV, films, video game cinematics) Characters By Screen Time

James “Logan” Howlett / Wolverine - 996:30 Scott Summers / Cyclops - 517:15 Professor Charles Xavier / Professor X - 514:45 David Haller / Legion - 443:30 Dr. Henry “Hank” McCoy / Beast - 361:30 Jean Grey / Phoenix - 350 Anna Marie / Rogue - 305:15 Ororo Munroe / Storm - 276:45

Sydney Barrett - 269 Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto - 261 Reed Strucker - 199:15 Kitty Pryde / Shadowcat - 198:15 Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler - 195:30 Dr. Caitlin Strucker - 194:45 Lorna Dane / Polaris - 193:15 Marcos Diaz / Eclipse - 183:15 John Proudstar / Thunderbird - 175 Raven Darkholme / Mystique - 174:15 Emma Frost / White Queen - 172 Lauren Strucker - 166:15 Wade Wilson / Deadpool - 156:30 Andy Strucker - 148 Clarice Ferguson / Blink - 144:15 Jubilation Lee / Jubilee - 138:45 Remy LeBeau / Gambit - 133:30 Amahl Farouk / Shadow King - 125:30 Jace Turner - 103:15 Cary Loudermilk - 98 Dr. Melanie Bird - 96 Piotr Rasputin / Colossus - 83:15 Kerry Loudermilk - 80 Ptonomy Wallace - 75:45 Bobby Drake / Iceman - 73:30 The Stepford Cuckoos* - 71:15 Evan Daniels / Spyke - 69:30 Victor Creed / Sabretooth - 69:15 Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver - 68:45 Lenny Busker - 68:30 Dr. Oliver Bird - 66:15 Dr. Moira MacTaggert** - 65:45 Hisako Ichiki / Armor - 65:45 Yukio - 61:15 En Sabah Nur / Apocalypse - 55:45 Mortimer Toynbee / Toad - 55:15 Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch - 53:45 Warren Worthington III / Angel - 54 Lucas Bishop - 53:30 Clark DeBussy - 52:15 Dominic Petros / Avalanche - 51:30 Switch - 49:30 Mariko Yashida - 47:30 Fred J. Dukes / Blob - 47:15 Nathan Summers / Cable - 47 Laura Kinney / X-23 - 45 Gabrielle Haller - 44 Dani Moonstar / Mirage - 43 Reeva Payge - 40 Samuel Guthrie / Cannonball - 38:45 Amy Haller - 38:15 Alex Summers / Havok - 37:15 Forge - 34 Sean Cassidy / Banshee - 32:30 Cain Marko / Juggernaut - 32:30 Nathaniel Essex / Mr. Sinister - 31:30 William Stryker - 31:15 Arkady Rossovitch / Omega Red - 30:30 Sebastian Shaw / Black King - 30:15*** Senator Robert Kelly - 30 Rahne Sinclair / Wolfsbane - 28:30 Sonia Simonson / Dreamer - 28:15 Tabitha Smith / Boom Boom - 27:45 Erg - 27:45 Amara Aquilla / Magma - 27:15 St. John Allerdyce / Pyro - 25:45 Angelo Espinosa / Skin - 25:15 Roberto Da Costa / Sunspot - 25 Shingen Yashida - 25 Abigail Brand - 24:45 Illyana Rasputin / Magik - 23:15 Jason Wyngarde / Mastermind - 23:15 Dr. Roderick Campbell - 23 Kevin Sydney / Changeling/Morph - 22:30 Neena Thurmon / Domino - 21:15 Kevin MacTaggert / Proteus - 21:15** Hideki Kurohagi - 20:45 Bolivar Trask - 20:15 Russell Tresh - 20 Danger - 19:15 Koh - 17:45 Caliban - 17:30 Tessa / Sage - 17:15 Yuriko Oyama / Lady Deathstrike - 17 Walter - 16:30 Donald Pierce - 15:15 Mojo - 15 Ichiro Yashida - 14:45 Kikyo Mikage - 14:45 Empress Lilandra Neramani - 14:30 Fabian Cortez - 14:30 Dr. Cecilia Reyes - 14:30 Silver Fox - 14  Christopher Summers / Corsair - 14 Sauron - 14 Betsy Braddock / Psylocke - 13:45 Jamie Madrox / Multiple Man - 13:30 Min - 13:30 Sarah / Marrow - 12:45 Ray Crisp / Berzerker - 12:45 Kenuichio Harada / Silver Samurai - 12:30 Vuk - 12 Ord of the Breakworld - 11:45 Ellie Phemister / Negasonic Teenage Warhead - 11:30*** Warlock - 11:30 Callisto - 11 Christoph Nord / Maverick/Agent Zero - 11 Shard - 11 Glow Worm - 10:45 Warren Worthington II - 10:30 Nick Fury - 10:15 Spiral - 10:15 Graydon Creed - 10:15 Vadhaka - 10:15 Longshot - 10 Ka-Zar - 10 Arkon - 10 Jimmy / Leech - 9 Steve Rogers / Captain America - 8:15 Vincent / Mesmero - 8:15 Lockheed - 8 Peter Gyrich - 8 Amelia Voght - 7:30 Dr. Kavita Rao - 7:30 Kruun - 7:30 Kallark / Gladiator - 7:15 Shakari - 7:15 Shatter - 7 Mondo - 7 Dr. Abraham Cornelius - 6:45 Cameron Hodge - 6:45 The Phalanx - 6:15 Aghanne - 6:15 Philippa Sontag / Arclight - 6 D’Ken - 6 Vertigo - 5:45 Julian Keller / Hellion - 5:45 Cassandra Nova - 5:30 Fade - 5:30 Edward Tancredi / Wing - 5:15 Solar - 5:15 Monet St. Croix / M - 5 John Grey - 4:45 Samuel Paré / Squidboy - 4:45 Selene Gallio - 4:30 Alison Blair / Dazzler - 4:15 Nimrod - 4:15 Zaladane - 4:15 Heather Hudson - 4:15 John Wraith - 4:15 Black Tom Cassidy - 4 Zebediah Killgrave - 4 Harry Leland - 3:45 James Hudson / Vindicator - 3:45 Immortus / “Bender” - 3:45 Arcade - 3:45 Annalee - 3:45 Megan Gwynne / Pixie - 3:30 High Evolutionary - 3:30 Master Mold - 3:30 Trevor Fitzroy - 3:30 Gorgeous George - 3:30 Shiro Yoshida / Sunfire - 3:15 Vanisher - 3:15 Ape - 3:15 Mark Hallett / Sunder - 3 Zabu - 3 Ruckus - 3 Hairbag - 3 Slab - 3 Tildie Soames - 3 Ruth Aldine / Blindfold - 2:45 Bella Donna Boudreaux - 2:45 Bantam - 2:45 Irene Adler / Destiny - 2:30 Sebastion Gilberti / Bastion - 2:30 Dr. Carol Hines - 2:15 Garrok - 2 Hepzibah - 2 Agatha Harkness - 2 Cal’syee Neramani / Deathbird - 1:45 James Proudstar / Warpath - 1:30 Sooraya Qadir / Dust - 1:30 Guido Carosella / Strong Guy - 1:30 Elaine Grey - 1:15 Jean-Paul Beaubier / Northstar - 1:15 Dr. Michael Twoyoungmen / Shaman - 1:15 Jeanne-Marie Beaubier / Aurora - 1 Walter Langkowski / Sasquatch - 1

* Sometimes it’s not possible to tell which of the sisters are on screen in any given shot, so I’m just making one calculation for when any of them are on screen. I don’t like it, but it’s the best accurate option I have. ** Includes the Sasaki characters from the anime. Yui is just Moira with a different name, and Takeo is somewhat David but more Kevin, so I’m counting him towards Kevin. *** Includes their appearances as illusions in Emma’s mind in Astonishing X-Men.

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#screen time stuff #Marvel #welp I did it #X-Men

[myepisodecalendar]

Come Dine With Me Season 45 - Episode 10: Gloucestershire - Lorna AirDate: March 20th, 2020, 05:30 PM

#Come Dine With Me #Channel 4 #Gloucestershire - Lorna #Season 45 #Food #tv #television #show #episode #calendar

[adhdfixations]

Ink and Ingress

@plugnuts had an amazing prompt yesterday that sent me into a spiral and I had to write it out I'm not sorry. I don't think I've written fanfiction since... gosh, maybe 2014. I'm literally a published poet, but heaven forbid I write anything else haha.

2,400 words, no warnings apply. Dipper Pines x Wirt pairing.

Wirt finds himself at the receiving end of a variety of unusual letters from a Dipper Pines, and, while he isn't sure how he got them, he wants to make sure Dipper gets a worthy reply.

7:45 in the morning.

He stood at his window, watching the sky quietly. He’s never awake this early, but he needed to know. The strange, battered journals lay at the foot of the bed next to him, one open to a hand-drawn page of dinosaurs preserved in amber. He glanced down, breaking his intense concentration for just a moment, to look at the scribbled handwriting telling the fantastical story of underground pterodactyl chases and a heroic rescue of a pet pig. He looked back quickly to scan the sky again, his mind still filled with that handwriting. He hummed in nervous thought.

It’s been nearly six months since the journals fell from the sky. Absently, he rubbed the top of his head, fluffing his already ruffled sienna hair as he remembered the sting of the book dropping directly onto his head. He had yelled and turned to look behind him, expecting to see Greg, but his kid brother was still inside, loudly playing a set of toy drums. The second journal had fallen, then. He had looked up just in time to see the third. If he didn’t, he might have assumed someone was pulling a prank. The contents of the journals, although wildly improbable, felt a little more believable after seeing them fall from the clouds.

He wanted to believe them. The monsters were sometimes scary, sure, but he wanted to believe they were real anyway. Because he wanted to believe he was real. The author.

Dipper Pines.

Young, at least at the time of writing. The dates on the journal suggested they were about two years old now, which put him at about the same age as Wirt. The drawings of himself heroically fighting off a monstrous “gremloblin,” the intense detailed records of ghosts and vicious psychic children, and an unbelievable Mystery Shack mega-robot fight against an all-powerful demon absolutely entranced him. He had spent days – weeks – pouring over the journals in quiet, reserved awe. His love for his family apparent, his desire to help others bold, his bravery a beacon, and his fantastic storytelling… it made Wirt, in some way, feel a newfound hope.

The Unknown had been terrifying for Wirt. Greg reminisced on the good parts – helping a school of animals and playing with a band of frogs. He didn’t talk much about the more horrifying parts of the purgatory they had found themselves in nearly a year ago. The only time the now 7-year-old would acknowledge it was after his occasional nightmares, when Wirt would come running into his room to console him. But Wirt couldn’t focus on the fun Greg had. Every time he thought about any part of The Unknown, his mind would immediately turn to Lorna’s horrifying teeth, or Enoch’s looming frame, or The Beast’s cold, vicious eyes. He felt, then, truly alone. No one else would bear the weight of what he had witnessed.

But maybe Dipper would.

Wirt, in some disconcerting way, began to fall for the author. He liked the more educated, informal musings of Dr. Stanford Pines, of course, but Dipper had so much emotion. As he read, he would gently touch the letters written in blue pen, feel the slight indent it left on the paper, and try desperately to absorb what Dipper felt. It’s so much more personal, Wirt had mused to himself, to see someone’s thoughts when they write with the firm belief that no one else will ever read it. Dipper was erratic, at times, and spontaneous. He had goofy adventures with his twin sister, which Wirt was very fond of. She seemed to closely resemble Greg. It made him wonder if Dipper and Greg would get along. He liked to think so.

Wirt could see a lot of similarities between himself and the enigmatic Dipper Pines. His shy admittance to his great-uncle that his name was really Mason showed that he was still scared to be truly seen. Wirt’s heart had fluttered pleasantly over that detail, and he won’t admit to himself how much he liked the sound of Mason Pines. But he could also see – and appreciate – how different they were. Wirt believed himself cold against the world – at least for a while. When life got hard, he would hide. He wanted nothing more than to be a shadow; he wanted intangibility and insignificance. If no one saw him, he could avoid the inevitable confrontation when they became disappointed with what they saw. Dipper, however, wanted to scream at the world. He wanted to prove he was worth something, and that the things he has seen were real and that he was right. Where Wirt was a shadow, Dipper was brilliant, shining light.

Wirt lifted his eyes to his ceiling in mild mortification at that thought, his cheeks dusting pink. It’s a little embarrassing, he supposed, to love someone who may not even exist. He could be fictional – the musings of someone who wants to be someone they aren’t. He doesn’t even really know what he looks like. But he feels like it was inevitable – as inevitable as being hit on the head with the heavy book.

He had expected nothing after the journals fell. The last page of Journal 3 had a finality to it that had left him with the somber reality that he would never hear of the Pines’ again. The next Sunday, however, he had found a single, crumpled-up piece of lined paper. His heart had leapt into his throat and his hands had shaken when he recognized the writing. His joy had been overwhelming. He had refrained from taking the paper and hugging it to his chest like a love-stricken schoolboy. But only barely. The writing was simple. Still in his seemingly signature blue pen, in all capital letters, large and centered, was the single word, “TESTING.” What did it mean? Did Dipper know he had received the journals? Should he respond? How could he respond?

He had never seen anything actively fall since the journal that fell painfully on his head, but every Sunday he’d find more pieces of crumpled paper somewhere in their backyard. Sometimes other things would accompany Dipper’s letters. Once it was a small chest that Greg got to before Wirt did, and in a terrible accident Wirt will not think about, Greg managed to shatter the wooden chest completely, revealing a set of false golden teeth (which Wirt promptly threw away and made Greg wash his hands thoroughly afterwards). Another time was a single, dirty sock that looked much too large to belong to any teenager. The most recent was a bottle of a viscous, murky fluid in a clear bottle that Wirt had perched delicately on the top of a very tall shelf, out of the prying grabby hands of Greg (in an attempt to prevent the same catastrophe that is referred to as “The Chest Incident” at their house). He never bothered opening it, just afraid enough of the potential contents to keep it out of reach. He wasn’t sure if Dipper was dropping these things down, or if it was Dr. Pines.

The only thing he knew that belonged to Dipper was the writing. After the first letter, more came. Some looked like crumpled research and various advanced mathematical calculations that Wirt couldn’t even begin to understand (despite endless hours of searching online). Some were extensive, well-planned to-do lists that Wirt would get a chuckle out of. His current favorite is the “Plan to Keep Sev’ral Timez Out of Our Trash” and included a variety of uses of mouse traps that might have only been conceived by a mad scientist (why a formerly popular boy band that mysteriously dropped off the face of the earth was in Oregon rummaging through trash was beyond him completely). The ones he loved the most, though, were ones that Dipper seemed to pour his whole heart and soul out, just to crumple it up and throw it down what Wirt assumes to be the described “Bottomless Pit” at the end of Journal 3.

He liked to try to imagine Dipper quietly writing these fast-paced confessions of various things at the same time, every Sunday. Was that the only time he had alone to vent? Wirt almost felt guilty for reading them. They were so personal, he felt like he was reading someone else’s diary. And in a way, he was. But they were quite literally being placed in front of him, and his curiosity and admiration of Dipper Pines wasn’t going to let him simply throw them away.

The most recent was a confession of a nightmare he had the night before. The dream demon, Bill, was a major part of it, and seems to be the main antagonist of most of his nightmares. Dipper confesses on the paper that he struggles to find the separation between nightmare and reality, and Wirt’s heart aches with both the familiarity of the situation and the desperate, romantic part of him that wants to hold Dipper close and console him with gentle words and soft touches. To tell him he’s safe and loved.

Before this letter, Wirt had found an angrily scribbled page-long rant about Dipper’s twin sister. He claimed she was loud and obnoxious, but Wirt couldn’t find any malice in any of it. It simply sounded like an all-too-familiar sibling’s exasperation. At the bottom of the page, Dipper had hastily written, “I still love her, though. But don’t tell her I said that.” And Wirt had clutched the paper to his heart, stomach fluttering, and fell in love again. It felt, despite his good sense, like Dipper was personally trusting him with his secrets. He wanted to be worthy of that trust.

Throughout a several month period, there had been some hastily-written letters regarding his struggle with his sexuality – something Wirt also found himself relating to. But he will never admit to anyone that he grinned like an idiot for the rest of the day over his newfound, naïve surge of hope when Dipper came to the eventual realization that he was bisexual.

Another that Wirt enjoyed was an angry four-page tirade about a rich girl named Pacifica Northwest. Dipper had every right, it seemed, to dislike her, even though Wirt knew this was a one-sided story. But he found that Dipper could be outright sassy, and he had to stifle his laughter behind his hand when he read the petty onslaught of Dipper’s insults he had laid out for her. It was so expressive, Wirt imagined Dipper right there next to him, yelling about decorative peacocks and mini-golf escapades. He wondered what he sounded like.

Dipper vents through writing just like Wirt does, albeit more straightforward than poetry, and Wirt desperately wanted to reply. He didn’t know how. What would he say? How would he even get the letter there? But he made a plan. He needed to let Dipper know that he was listening, and that he cared. He wrote and wrote, crumpled and threw away and wrote again, days on end, until he came up with a letter he deemed “good enough.” He wasn’t necessarily proud of it, but he couldn’t think of anything better. He wanted to make a good first impression.

Last week, he had gotten up early and waited. He was not a morning person, and he certainly did not get up early of his own volition, especially during summer vacation. But he wanted to see when the letters fell. He had watched the letter fall a few minutes after 8:00 am, and decided his plan needed to be put into action. He wasn’t a scientist, and he certainly didn’t think himself as smart as Dipper, but the romantic in him wanted so badly for this to work.

The letter he had finalized (after nervously proofreading nearly seven times) was laid gingerly next to the open journal, folded into the best paper plane he could manage. He checked the clock. 7:55 am. Dipper was probably already writing about whatever was weighing heavily on his mind somewhere in Gravity Falls right about now. He bit down on his lower lip to hide his smile at the thought.

He picked up the paper plane with unnecessary care and quietly tiptoed past Greg’s bedroom and out the back door. The morning air was cold on his skin, and he listened for a moment to the chittering songbirds to try to calm his sudden spike of nerves. This is ridiculous, he thought to himself. Am I really doing this right now? He almost turned to go back inside. But a slight breeze blew from behind him, and he turned to face it and looked up at the sky. He imagined Dipper in that moment – the face he’s only seen in drawings lighting up as he read what Wirt had written to him. The same cool morning breeze that Wirt feels now kissing his face and gently tossing his bangs. Ignoring the butterflies that inspired, Wirt shook his head and took a deep breath to steel himself. I can do this. I need to do this.

His watch read 7:59 am. He watched the sky for a few more seconds, as if willing it to part for him. Please work, he begged the universe. He then looked down at the paper airplane cupped in his hands, as gentle as if it were made of the most fragile glass. Despite himself, and despite the self-mortified blush spreading over his cheeks and nose, he let his eyes flutter shut and gently kissed the wings. Keeping his lips close enough to the pristine white paper to brush against it with feather-like tenderness, he whispered, “Your secrets are safe with me. Please write back soon.”

A timer that he had set on his watch beeped for 8 am as he gripped the paper plane a little tighter. He reared his arm back and put his whole body into throwing the plane as hard as he could. He stumbled briefly in his effort and hissed at himself in frustration. Looking up quickly to try to find the letter he worked so hard on. But the plane was gone. He felt his breath hitch, his heart light in his chest with optimism. It never came back down. He wasn’t entirely sure if it worked, but he smiled affectionately at the slowly rolling clouds, trusting them to carry his message to the sweet, kind, brave boy that stole his heart.

And somewhere, in a forest filled with pine trees and monsters, a brunette boy angrily scribbling on a piece of paper with a worn, blue pen gets tapped in the temple with a gently soaring paper airplane.

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