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intersectionalpraxis · 3 months
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"97% of all water in Gaza is not safe for human consumption." with caption below- "Systemic change for collective liberation" -percentage/figure is from the United Nations [@/ theslowfactory on X. 01/08/24.]
"On 28 July 2010, through Resolution 64/292, the United Nations General Assembly explicitly recognized the human right to water and sanitation and acknowledged that clean drinking water and sanitation are essential to the realisation of all human rights. The Resolution calls upon States and international organisations to provide financial resources, help capacity-building and technology transfer to help countries, in particular developing countries, to provide safe, clean, accessible and affordable drinking water and sanitation for all." "In November 2002, the Committee on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights adopted General Comment No. 15 on the right to water. Article I.1 states that "The human right to water is indispensable for leading a life in human dignity. It is a prerequisite for the realization of other human rights". Comment No. 15 also defined the right to water as the right of everyone to sufficient, safe, acceptable and physically accessible and affordable water for personal and domestic uses." "Sufficient. The water supply for each person must be sufficient and continuous for personal and domestic uses. These uses ordinarily include drinking, personal sanitation, washing of clothes, food preparation, personal and household hygiene. According to the World Health Organization (WHO), between 50 and 100 litres of water per person per day are needed to ensure that most basic needs are met and few health concerns arise." "Safe. The water required for each personal or domestic use must be safe, therefore free from micro-organisms, chemical substances and radiological hazards that constitute a threat to a person's health. Measures of drinking-water safety are usually defined by national and/or local standards for drinking-water quality. The World Health Organization (WHO) Guidelines for drinking-water quality provide a basis for the development of national standards that, if properly implemented, will ensure the safety of drinking-water." "Acceptable. Water should be of an acceptable colour, odour and taste for each personal or domestic use. [...] All water facilities and services must be culturally appropriate and sensitive to gender, lifecycle and privacy requirements." "Physically accessible. Everyone has the right to a water and sanitation service that is physically accessible within, or in the immediate vicinity of the household, educational institution, workplace or health institution. According to WHO, the water source has to be within 1,000 metres of the home and collection time should not exceed 30 minutes." "Affordable. Water, and water facilities and services, must be affordable for all. The United Nations Development Programme (UNDP) suggests that water costs should not exceed 3 per cent of household income."
Outlined by the United Nations very CLEARLY -yet Gaza, like Tigray and Sudan, and nearly a billion people concentrated in specific spaces in the world are SUFFERING because of rampant inaction of western imperialistic governments and figurehead organizations. This IS a massive human rights violation -the IOF is DEPRIVING Palestinian people of basic necessities and is starving them... it's absolutely stunning to me that something like this isn't front page on ALL major news sources. If this was somewhere in Europe or Australia or Canada then there would be international outcry -97%!!! Despicable.
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prowlingz · 6 months
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TRAPPED SEX | 18+
AFAB Reader x Ghost
“Fuck!” you scream, a bullet flying right above your head. You’re trapped behind a barricade, spotted by the enemy sniper. You toggle your radio,
“Shit, anyone nearby who can take this sniper off my ass?” you yell over the gunfire.
Slight crackle of the radio, “On it”, Ghost’s deep voice rumbling through the device.
Within 20 seconds the gunfire stops, Ghost saved you. You peek your head over the barricade, once the coast is clear - you hop over the cement wall, your lifeline, and run towards a building. You’re against a wall, peering through the dusted window. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn, instinctively trying to shift your weight and toss the person - but soon realizing it’s Ghost.
“Fucking hell, you scared me” you sigh.
“My apologies” he replies, indifferent.
You stare through his mask as he gleams down to you.
“Are we still flanking them? I thought-“ before you could finish your sentence, you’re cut off by more gunfire. Some sort of automatic rifle was firing at you, and you definitely did not want to get close enough to find out what.
You two run into the building, you’re trapped. All you have is each other and the weapons on your back. Ghost has a sniper, hand gun and a few grenades. You have an automatic, but you’re out of ammo - and a hand gun with maybe 3 bullets left. Other than that, you both have a tactical knife.
“Shit” you say, looking up at Ghost who seems to have the same realization.
Without another word, he grabs you and throws the both of you into a small storage closet. Before you can protest, he covers your mouth. Luckily so, as two men speaking a foreign language run in, screaming their dialects and looking under the tables in the room. You feel your heart beat out of your chest, not even noticing the fact you’ve now pressed yourself very close to Ghost.
They speak, a language you cannot determine, and point towards the door that was slightly ajar. You think they must believe you two escaped into there, as they soon run through the door - their footsteps getting quieter the further they go.
Ghost lets up on your face, causing you to sigh out. Your ass is pressed against his clothed body, you find yourself at the perfect height for your body’s to merge.
You bite your bottom lip in embarrassment.
“Think it’s time we get out of here..” you whisper in the steel container. You look down to see where the latch, knob, or whatever would let you out would be - but to no avail.
“What the.. is this..? Is this a fucking locker, Ghost?!” your voice no longer a whisper.
“Quiet, don’t make me use my hand again” his voice low, not a whisper, but burly.
Your eyebrows furrow, great, stuck in the Middle East in a steel locker, non ventilated room with another person mashing against you in full military gear. Just what you wanted.
Ghost grabs hold his radio, “Trapped in a steel locker, unsure of coordinates, but we are about 20 metres West of the nearest tower”.
Waiting for a response, but none comes.
What the fuck? Are Price, Gaz and Soap dead? Why aren’t they responding? So many thoughts fill your mind, but Ghost seems unbothered, at least from what you can tell, he is behind you after all.
Soon a voice comes through, “We? Are you both trapped in a fucking locker!?” you hear Soap’s undeniable accent chime through the radio.
Your face would be bright red from that if it wasn’t already red from the heat.
“Right” Ghost replies.
A slight pause.
“Fucking hell, I’ll come get you two. Might be a bit, some bastards really want my head” Soap speaks.
A bit? Fuck, you don’t know if you can make it that long. You already feel slightly dizzy from dehydration, the heat, standing - all of it.
You have only slight room to move, just wanting to get out of the already hot locker. You shed your large gun and place it against the small space below your feet, Ghost mirroring you. After a few minutes of silence, awkward silence, you need to shed some more. It’s way too hot.
You take off your top, revealing a white tank top. Your legs wobble slightly, Ghost quickly grabbing your hips.
You can’t go past the irony, unsure why, but you decide to open your mouth “You know.. this would be hot if it weren’t for the situation”.
Silence.
Fuck, why did you say that? The feeling of embarrassment grabs hold of your stomach, yet - Ghost hand’s don’t move from your hips. If anything, his grip tightens.
You decide to double down, pushing your ass into him. If he says anything, you can just say it was an accident. Damn, pervert.
You soon feel his erection, one that has likely been there a long while.
He lets out a groan, his hands snaking down to your thighs.
“Fuck” he groans.
You put your hands against the locker door for stability, bending to the best of your ability into the man.
He pulls you in with his hands, helping you grind against his clothed length.
His pace quickens, and soon you’re practically fucking with clothes on. He lets up on pulling you, instead snaking his way onto the waistband of your military pants, dragging them down. The locker was dark, except for the slits of light in the holes.
After your pants are off, to the best of both your abilities, he then moves to your panties, slowly sliding those off too.
He fondles your ass for a bit, grazing your soaked cunt with his gloved hands. It causes you to twitch, eliciting a slight chuckle from him, he knows how much power he has over you right now and he loves it.
“Please..” you whine.
“Hmm.. princess?” he hums.
His name for you causes you to whine, pressing yourself further into his still clothed erection.
“So needy..”
He’s not wrong. You can’t remember the last time you were fucked, definitely at least 10 months ago. You both wanted this, no, needed this.
He soon takes his waistband, pulling it down, his erection pulsing against his briefs. A slight pool of precum soaking it.
He pulls his briefs down, his length springing to hit his stomach.
You can’t say you didn’t expect him to be big, but definitely not this big. His base was at least 2.5 inches wide and probably 8 inches long. His cut tip leaking precum.
He slaps it against your ass, causing you to bend further against the locker door.
He teases your soaked cunt, playfully circling your seeping hole before pushing the tip in.
He groans, “Feels good, huh? Hmm, princess?”
You let out a moan, his tip already making you feel full. His other hand snakes to your clit, while the other steadies his cock and tip in your pussy.
He pumps into you slightly, “Hmm? Feel good? You can take it, I know”
“Fuck, S..Simon..”
His reaction to you moaning his real name was.. unexpected.
“Ughmm.. fuck.. say it again, say my fucking name”
His groans fill the small locker.
“Simon, please fill me”
You speak in a seductive tone.
This is enough for him to push himself straight into you. His balls slamming into your clit as his fingers circle it. His hand that once held his length now holds your waist, pushing you further onto him.
Your moans and screams of pleasure and the stinging pain that comes with sex, fill not only the locker - but the whole room.
“Your moans are so fucking hot”
His brooding voice turning you on even more.
You soon find yourself at your limit.
“Fuck, Simon.. I’m gonna.. fuck” you cry.
His pace becoming sloppy, his dick twitching inside your tight cunt.
“I know.. fuck.. cum with me, baby” he buries his head into the nook of your sweaty neck.
You soon feel your orgasm taking over, pushing yourself unrythmatically against Ghost.
Once you’ve came, you continue to feel Ghost pumping into you, reaching his high not soon after you.
You feel his warm seed fill your inside, causing a deep groan of your name from Ghost’s mouth.
“Fuckkkk..”
He leaves his cock in you for a bit, before pulling it out.
You’re both out of breath, hot as hell, and naked below your belts.
“Shit, Ghost, what about So-“
“Soap. I know”
He then opens the locker with a card he stuck in between the steel of the locker and the door. This causes the locker door to push open.
The direct light blinds you for a moment, before you realize your nudity. You pull your panties and trousers up, realizing his seed sits inside of you.
You turn to see Ghost already dressed. He hands you your gun without a word. You hear someone running in, and you’re not prepared, Ghost raises his gun - but realizes it’s Soap.
“Thought you guys were trapped in a locker?” He asks out of breath and slightly annoyed.
“Something like that”.
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shyanddreamy · 6 months
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You can't save everyone
Happy Lowman x Reader | Part 3
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Being in Charming again was strange, but above all it was scary. You had been out of the city for about five weeks, and now you were afraid that they hadn’t missed you or that they didn’t want you back. But it was too late to back out.
“Are you ready?”, Creeper asked you, rubbing your back tenderly.
As you didn’t have a car, Neron had offered to drive you to Charming. He was wearing a jacket over his kutt because it wasn’t a good idea for a Mayan to be seen in SOA’s territory without giving them a call first. For this reason, he had stopped his bike a few blocks from the Teller-Morrow workshop.
“I am”, you answered. “Thanks for taking me here. And for everything else.”
“It’s been my pleasure.”
The reality was that you were going to miss him, which wasn’t appropriate to say out loud or it could lead to misunderstandings.
“May we meet again”, you added instead. “And call if you ever need a hand. Even if it’s just to talk.”
“I’ll do”, he nodded. “The same goes for you, love.”
“Okay. I’ll do it too.”
Creeper was the kind of man who always looked after his people. And even though it was a goodbye for now, you already were one of his own.
With nothing more to say, you gave him a heart-felt hug which he did not hesitate to reciprocate. No words were necessary, so after a last smile, he took his bike and drove back to Santo Padre. Once you were alone, you took a deep breath and started walking down the street with a clear destination.
It was getting dark by the time you arrived at the TM, which was already close. However, their bikes were there, so you assumed they´ll be inside the clubhouse. Your heart beat so fast you thought it would explode. And for better or worse, one of the Sons had already seen you as he was sitting outside on the wooden table.
“Look at who we have here!”, Tig exclaimed. Both of you walked towards each other until he was able to welcome you with an embrace. “When have you come back? Come in, boys will love to see you.”
You didn’t have time to talk or even think again about whether this was a good idea or not because Tig guided you directly to the entrance. And his arm was still around your shoulders when you crossed the door, so you couldn’t run away.
“I have found a lost bunny outside, brothers”, was Tig’s way of announcing your return. And while you were telling him not to call you that, the rest of the boys came to give you a warm welcome.
For a few minutes, it was all hugs, questions about how you were doing, and sentences assuring you that they had missed you and were glad you were back. The situation changed when you caught Happy’s eyes on you. Even his brothers understood they should give you some space, so they went to the bar counter to take some beers. Only then, Happy slowly walked towards you, leaving half a metre between the two of you.
“Hey”, you said.
“Hey”, he responded.
Suddenly, you felt the atmosphere colder and a stronger stomach ache due to nerves. Anyway, nothing could change the excitement you were feeling for seeing him again.
“I’ve missed you.”
Happy tensed his jaw and, for a moment, you thought he was going to kick you out. Instead, he put one arm around your back to keep you close and rested his head on your shoulder regardless of the height difference between you. He wasn’t hugging you, it was more like he was looking for some kind of comfort from you. Like a child who has been hurt.
“Cut the bullshit you two and came with us to celebrate Y/N is back home”, Chibs said, which was enough for Happy to give you back your personal space.
“You just want an excuse to get drunk”, you responded while following Happy’s steps to the bar counter.
“Don’t see the problem in there, love”, he added.
A few hours went by while you were drinking and catching up. They told you some anecdotes from these days that you missed out on, and you answered their questions and told them some things about Santo Padre, the city and his people. You tried not to mention Creeper’s name just in case as you focused on telling them more amusing stories. One of the few times you mentioned Mayans was to make fun of the fact that they thought at first you might be some kind of spy.
With the intention of breath some fresh air after the heat you had experienced in Santo Padre, you went outside to smoke a cigarette. However, the person who decided to join you at the wooden table kind of surprised you.
“Tired already?”, Chibs asked you while lighting his own cigarette.
“A little bit”, you responded. “It’s been a long day.”
“Will you go home?”
“Where else?”
“Just asking”, he added, shrugging his shoulders.
“I know you have noticed that something’s going on between Happy and me”, you said. “He has barely spoken to me. That makes it pretty obvious.”
“He has barely spoken, but he didn’t take his eyes off you for a single moment”, Chibs pointed out.
“Yeah, I know.”
He took a long drag on his cigarette and slowly released the smoke before continuing to speak:
“When you left, he lost his head, Y/N. He banged all the croweaters he could at first and started drinking more than usual.”
It wasn’t nice to hear the great number of chicks in which Happy had had his dick in, but you couldn’t reproach him for anything. Not after what you had done with Creeper adding the fact that you weren’t exclusive at all.
“But then everything got weirder”, he continued. “He pushed away every single hoe that tried to get into his pants. And he was in a bad mood most of the time. I mean, more than usual. He also started sleeping in the clubhouse some nights, alone, as if he didn’t want to go home.”
“What the fuck does it all mean?”, you asked him, slightly confused. After Chibs words, there were so many conjectures in your head that you needed someone to confirm or deny them.
“What the hell should I know? I’m not in his damn head, Y/N”, he answered back. “But I’m not blind or stupid. I understand why you left as well as I know how much Happy cares about you. So, put your shit together.”
“You are so rude, Pres, but I get your point.”
Chibs smirked and shook his head.
“I just want what’s best for y’all.”, he assured you before the door opening caught your attention. “I think is my time to go back inside.”
As Chibs walked towards the door, Happy walked towards you, so their paths crossed. You saw Chibs muttering something to Happy, but you couldn’t make out what it was. Moments later, it was just Happy and you out there looking at each other.
“I’m gonna go home”, he announced. “Wanna come?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Happy just nodded in response, so you made your way to his bike. After he sat down on it, he offered his helmet to you.
“Thanks”, you muttered before taking a seat behind him. You had been away from him for so long that even this small distance made you nervous. In any case, you hugged him on the back, as you always did.
Your journey home was shorter than you expected. This could be because you would have liked to have more time before arriving at your destination, where you would have no excuse not to talk.
“I’ve never felt this way at home before”, you said due to both of you were in the middle of the living room looking at each other but without saying a single word.
“How?”
“Awkward.”
“Want to go?”, he asked you.
“No.”
“Want me to go?”
“No, of course not”, you assured him.
“So, what do you want?”
“Don't know. Talk, maybe?”, you suggested, slightly ironically.
“You should talk. You were the one who left.”
“But I left because you didn’t…”, you didn’t finish the sentence, but Happy frowned anyway.
“Because what?”, he growled.
It was time. If he wanted you to talk, you would tell him the raw truth.
“I left because I was hurt. Because seeing you banging randoms chicks under my nose was hurting me”, you said loud and clear. “I love you so fucking much that it hurts, Happy. But you have to tell me. You have to tell me that you don’t feel the same so I can move on.”
Your eyes were watery, but you didn’t shed a single tear. You have practiced this conversation in your head too many times and now you had to keep your composure. Crying would make nothing better.
“So, that’s why you’re here”, Happy pointed out. “You want to hear what you want and leave again.”
“It would be the most reasonable. But I want to move on, not to leave you.”, you acknowledged. “What I have realised is that being away from you is even more painful, Happy. And I would rather have a little of you than none at all, but I can’t keep waiting for something from you that will never come.”
After you stopped talking, Happy remained silent for a few minutes. You were thinking that he might be looking for the right words to reject you when he took something out of his kutt pocket and gave it to you. Frowning, you unfolded the folio to find something that made you frown even more.
“What’s this?”
“A hotel. Halfway between Santo Padre and Charming”, he briefly explained to you. “I booked a room. For us.”
“What? Why?”
“I told you. I thought the trip would be good for you. That some time alone would be good for us”, he added. “I didn’t expect you to stay at Santo Padre.”
“I had no fucking idea, Happy. How was I supposed to know? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You took your decision. I didn’t have to make up your mind for you.”
You were wordless. Of all the things you thought could happen, this wasn’t one of them. And for once in a long time, it was his turn to speak his truth.
“I’ve never had an Old Lady or any of that bullshit. I thought I'd never want it, but you are so fucking annoying”, he said, pretty mad. “You hurt me too abandoning me, but still all I could think was that I wish you were safe. And this house was so fucking lonely it sucked. So, I’m sorry if this’s not what you wanted to hear, but I fucking love you, Y/N. Call it how you want, I don’t care, but just don’t leave me again.”
Two tears had run down your cheeks at his confession. You had to take a deep breath before you could walk towards him, feeling your whole body shaking.
“I know I was wrong. It was wrong to try to push you away. To try to convince myself that it wasn’t something more”, he continued even though you were now inches away from him. “But I have no fucking idea what I’m doing. This is not like anything I’ve ever done before.”
You brought your hands to his face, gently cupping it as you gave him a soft smile.
“I’ve never thought I'd say that, but for once, stop talking, Happy.”
Happy pursed his lips, completely serious, and waited not knowing what for. Your heart ached again, but this time the reason was different. You left because you weren’t on the same page, when in fact you were.
“I didn’t have a fucking clue when I left Tacoma to come to Charming with you either. The only thing I did know was that I wanted to be with you”, you assured him. “That’s all that mattered then and that’s all that matter now.”
As soon as you finished the sentence, you kissed him, as you had wanted to do since you first saw him in the clubhouse. And when he felt your lips on his, he put his arms around you to reduce the distance between your bodies. The passion with which you kissed each other was high, but you both needed more.
You slipped your hands under his shirt and Happy quickly gave you a hand to get rid of his kutt and shirt. When you felt his warm skin under the palms of your hands, you bit his lower lip with desire.
“I’ve missed this so much”, you muttered, but the sound of your shirt being torn confused you for just a few seconds. “You had no need to do that!”
But all you could see was his mischievous smile.
“I do needed it. I’ve missed you too.”
From that moment onwards, you could no longer contain yourselves. Your clothes were scattered on the living room floor, and your lips would be swollen from so much passionate kissing. You had left wet kisses and bites all around Happy’s neck and his fingertips would probably be marked on your skin by then. You didn’t even waste time on going to a bedroom or, at least, to the sofa. Instead, Happy cornered you against the nearest wall and wrapped one of your legs around his waist. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he plunged himself down inside you and stayed like that for a few seconds.
“Shit. I’ve missed you so fucking much”, he panted.
As his movements became wilder, the only thing you could do was sink your nails in his back and his shoulders, moaning like you wanted the whole world to hear you. Happy knew everything about your body, but your body also reacted differently to him than to anyone else. Everything was better with him. And it wasn’t just your body, it was your mind and your heart too. Every single part of you was in sync with Happy. And in some moment, the three words you had never said before during sex escaped from your mouth.
“I love you.”
You had said those words to him many times. For instance, every time he went on a mission, because you cared so much about him and wanted him to be safe, but you’ve never said that when you were hooking up. It would have been out of place. But now, in that moment, those words meant all the things you couldn’t express any other way.
“Again. Say it again”, he growled.
“I love you. I love you so fucking much”, you repeated as it was a mantra while his thrusts got harder. “I love you more than my life. More than everything. And I’ll love you forever.”
With those words sounding close to his ear, accompanied by your moans, and burying his head on you neck, Happy got his release. You could tell by the way his muscles tensed and his fingers sank into your thigh and hip.
“Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“It would be a sweet death at least”, you responded. “But now I really need to sit down. My legs are shaking so badly I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand on my own when you let me go.”
You went straight to the sofa and didn’t do a single thing except catch your breath. The only thing Happy moved from the sofa for was to get the packet of cigarettes out of his trouser pocket. And as he lit his, he did the same with yours.
“It’s been quicker than usual”, you pointed out.
“Fuck you. It’s been a while”, he defended himself. “Besides, I've all night to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
“Sounds tempting”, you nodded while biting you lower lip. “But I'd like some timeout. Do you want a beer?”
“Please.”
You spent some time talking calmly about the last few weeks you had been apart. You spoke of trivial things, but also of cloying ones, such as the times when you had been on the verge of calling the other to talk for at least a few minutes. You had to mention that you had spent a few nights with one of the Mayans from Santo Padre, but without explicitly saying that you had been fucking. However, Happy wasn’t the right person to blame you for anything either. Instead, you told him that Creeper had helped you find a decent room in a considerably better motel, and that he had given you a couple of recommendations for nice places to go and places to avoid. After the talk, you went to Happy’s room this time, and once there you took your time to give each other a few more orgasms. Maybe with that pace you could make up for the lost weeks. Having finished such and intense and exhausting activity, you could easily have fallen asleep if it wasn’t for the fact that, odd as it may seem, Happy still wanted to talk.
“You know how this life is. The danger. Why do you still want to be with me?”
“During the years, I've learnt to understand your life. What the kutt means and everything that it involves”, you responded. “Dangerous or not, it’s your life. You chose it and I respect it. And I love your brothers. They are my family now too.”
“But I’m gonna die, Y/N. Someday. For my club”, he added.
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“It’s a possibility.”
“So, I could die too someday. You know that what I do to earn money isn’t safe either.”
“You won’t die as long as I’m here.”
“Maybe. But what if we die? Everybody dies. And I prefer to spend the time we have together. No matter what.”
“Sounds good”, he acknowledged. Anyway, he still had doubts. “But I’m fucked up. You can’t deny it.”
“Of course you are. You are as fucked up as I am.”
“It’s not the same.”
“I don’t give a shit about what differences you see”, you answered back. “I may be one of the people that knows you better, the good and the bad. And I still love you. You’ve never scared me. I see you, Happy, and I still love you with all my heart.”
“Thanks”, he muttered. “For loving me despite everything I am and everything I do.”
“Cut the bullshit”, you growled while hitting him with the right amount of force in the ribs. “You are talking like a crybaby.”
“Sorry”, he answered, this time with a slight smile on his face. “I just don’t want you to regret it.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Okey. Fine.”
Happy stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on his bedside table and made himself comfortable on the bed, pulling you towards him so that your head rested on his chest.
“So, are you gonna be here, right?”, he asked you in a soft voice while his hand caressed your still naked body. “Tomorrow morning, I mean.”
“Yeah, I’ll be here”, you responded tenderly. “Tomorrow morning and every other morning. I’m not going anywhere anymore.”
“Sounds good.”
“Sounds perfect”, you pointed out.
←Part 2 // Part 4→
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polar-equinoxx · 1 year
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@pollyna you made this idea and it took my brain and made me write this *sobbing noises*
(Apologies for the tag :0)
1111 words✨
Please enjoy <3
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It’s okay not to be okay
third person
“Ice, please, it’s not your fault,”
“Yes it is Slider, stop denying it,”
“I’m not denying it,”
“You heard what she said, all the evidence points to it being me,”
“Yes, I heard what she said but-”
“Shut up, just, just shut up Sli,” He exhales.
Slider doesn’t shut up. “Mav doesn’t think it’s your fault,”
Then he doesn’t say anything, glaring at the carpet to the left of his RIO’s shins.
“Ice,”
“I’m going, I’m going,” he puts his hands up and makes a beeline for the half open sliding door. “I’ll see you tomorrow,”
“Alright Ice, I’ll see you then,”Slider sighs, shaking his head but letting his pilot leave all the same. He needs the space, and he respects that.
There’s a long stretch of empty path that runs down from the estate to the beach, then it does along it for miles in each direction. Ice takes that path. He just wanted to be alone, he wanted the grief to go, he wanted the guilt to leave him.
It was late, and there were hardly any lights around to illuminate the path, but Ice has walked it enough times to know where he’s going. Ten minutes from the O Club in the other direction was an indent into the sea wall that overlooked the beach more. He stands there, resting his elbows on the stony wall, leaning his head down into his hands, holding his throbbing head. The discussion with Slider hadn’t helped with that one bit.
What he wanted to do was disappear for a night or forever.
What he wanted to happen was to have taken that shot. Or get out the way faster.
He didn’t care. He just wanted Goose back, same as Maverick.
Ice lifts his head up and pulls himself up onto the wall, letting his legs hang over the side of it, holding his head with his right as he picks up a shell someone left.
The spray from the waves was hitting his ankles. He usually would have smiled at it, but he doesn’t care this time. He stares at the black water, lit only by the yellow streetlamp a few metres back from where the path branched off toward the road.
Charlie’s words echo back at him. “It’s Kazansky’s fault Mav,”
His fault.
Not Maverick’s, he’d never believe that, let alone say it.
His.
He blinks, long and hard, sniffing. Dammit.
“Hey,”
Ice very nearly falls off the wall at the softly spoken greeting.
“Can I?”
He nods, clearing his throat and swiping at his eyes.
Maverick sits down next to him.
Iceman stares straight at the sea below them, raising his leg slightly to let it fall and hit the wall.
“It’s not your fault,”
He doesn’t say anything.
“It’s not your fault, Ice,” Maverick says again.
“What isn’t?” Ice asks, knowing full-well what Maverick was talking about.
“Goose,”
Ice bites the inside of his cheeks. “…Don’t say that,”
“But it’s not,” He says, looking at him even though Ice was staring at anything other than him.
“Yes it is,”
“No it’s not,”
“Charlie said it was,”
“I know,” Maverick says after a second, his voice low.
“I thought you and her were together,” he sniffs.
“We were,”
Ice flicks his eyes to him for the smallest second.
“After that… debriefing, that night she,” he swallows. “She told me grief is for kids and women and that I should get over him and win it by myself,”
Maverick’s expression shows nothing, like he’s deliberately practised dulling it. Ice just puts his hand on Maverick’s for a second, then he takes it away and pretends like he didn’t.
“I know how many times she’s said that to you,” he says. “I wanted to say something,”
He did..? Why?
“But... I was too scared to say anything,” Maverick exhales and keeps looking at Ice. “Hey,”
Ice doesn’t look at him and he doesn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if there was anything he could say.
“Wingman,”
The nickname catches Ice off-guard and he looks back to him. They’d only been wingmen since the Layton mission, and that was three weeks ago. “Don’t make me feel like it isn’t my fault,”
“It was an accident,” Maverick’s voice takes on the barest hint of desperation.
“Accidents are done by someone, Mav,” he frowns and tries to stop the burning behind his eyes.
“Not this one,” They could hardly see the other one’s eyes in the dark, but they kept the eye-contact all the same. “It was not your fault, it was not anyone’s fault,”
Ice drops his eyes from Maverick’s, glaring at his hands.
“Please just believe me on that,”
Maverick reaches for one of Ice’s hands, but he yanks it away and pulls his left leg up, making a shield from the dark-haired pilot. “Leave me,”
Maverick looks at Ice, and doesn’t leave. He was completely shut off, walls of the coldest permafrost shielding him from anything that could get him.
“Leave me alone,” Ice’s voice betrays him and cracks in two on the last word.
“No,” he says quietly. Maverick wasn’t very good at following orders, and this was no exception as he shuffles closer to him and wraps his arms around him as tightly as he can.
“Mav- I’m fine-” Ice gets out, still turning his head away from him, despite being in sudden close contact with him.
“C’mere,” Maverick whispers to him, trying to get him to lean into him.
Ice exhales heavily, his breath shaking as he draws air back in.
“Come on,” Maverick pushes Ice’s head into his shoulder, desperately trying to get the blond to let himself break. He knows it was hard for him, Ice was Ice, he didn’t show his emotions readily, and if he did he was always alone and able to keep it in check, not like this.
Feeling Maverick’s hand on the back of his head, it was like a switch that turned off, like all his defences came down at once. His hands were in fists to stop them from shaking, it didn’t work.
“Mav... I’m sorry-” Ice’s voice was hoarse as he sobbed into his shoulder.
“Shhh, don’t. Don’t apologize,” Maverick murmurs, he’d never blamed Ice, and he wouldn’t ever now, not after seeing the extent of how deep Charlie’s words dug inside him and rooted themselves there. “It’s okay not to be okay,”
They end up sitting on the wall together, Ice leaning on Maverick, until it got entirely too cold, and then they went back to Ice’s place and watched a stupid show and ate oreos until they fell asleep together.
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withoutyouimsaskia · 1 year
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Remember Me, Special Dreams
Part VI.
Part I /  Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
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GIF: Originally posted by​ @maeroria​
Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)
Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: Hello there, hope you are all doing well. Warning: this chapter is about to get dark. A lot of the scenarios described are recreations of some of my worst recurring nightmares, or inspired by them.
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The nightmare begins with a passive tableau.
The image of a supermarket sprawls before you.
The aisles are so tall that their tops are impossible to see. They are stacked with bland cardboard containers. No labels are present give a clue to their contents. Trolleys are dotted around, stacked with the beige and brown cuboids.
The scene starts to move as people mill around beside you.
As always in nightmares of this ilk, the people do not have faces. They just exist, like props and furniture on a stage.
The cheery bing-bong of the tannoy sounds.
Your name is called in a sinister tone.
You freeze in place.
"After all this time, I can’t believe this is finally happening. I cannot wait to meet you. We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I.”
You are suddenly running.
Skipping through the crowd with the precision of a ballroom dancer. Avoiding inanimate obstacles like a boxer dodging red gloved swings. 
After a few directional changes, you realise that the aisles lead into each other and create a maze-like series of paths. Yet your dream avatar seems to know where it is that you need to go.
You round a corner; the entrance looms no further than 100 metres from you.
A group of intimidating looking people guard the exit.
You manage to retreat without being noticed. There’s a gap in the shelving that is big enough to conceal yourself in while you desperately try to formulate a plan. You swing yourself under the metal shelf.
The tannoy tune sounds again.
“Oh dear, Y/N. Did you really think that would actually work? I see everything.”
You chance a peek out of your hiding place. The red light of a security camera glares at you. This place is completely covered with surveillance. There is no amount of running or hiding that would help you here.
All you know is that you must avoid capture at all costs.
It takes all of five seconds for you to make a decision. You need to get out the building.
You’re climbing the shelves like a ladder.
When you reach the top, you back up as far as you can go and sink into a crouch.
You start to run again, propelling yourself with everything you have and just before you reach the edge, you spread your arms out wide.
Your superpowers kick in and you are flying.
Air hits your face as you sharply aim towards the space just above the heads of the guards.
You swoop straight over them, retract your arms and land with a perfectly timed forward roll.
A few more running steps and you are throwing yourself through the gaping hole that is the exit.
The familiar hallway of your house fills your vision field.
You sigh in relief. You are safe.
The roar of an engine startles you.
Through the peephole in the wooden door, you see a red car. A man sits behind the wheel. He is looking right at your porch.
He gets out the vehicle. He is holding a large knife in his right hand. It sparkles in the blazing sunlight.
“Shit!” You curse quietly, going to ensure that the lock is engaged.
As soon as you touch the handle, the door unexpectedly moves outwards a couple of centimetres.
You pull it back and try to shut it once more. The same thing happens again.
You are confused.
The door is slipping past the frame that should secure it. No matter how hard you try, you can’t get a purchase.
The person has reached the top of the path that leads to your front door.
Bewilderment gives way to fear. You try again and again and again.
He’s on your doormat.
You resort to holding the door still, hoping that the frame will come back into existence.
A well placed kick sends you cowering.
He's in the house. The knife is held aloft.
You know he means to kill you.
You flee, taking the steps of your wooden staircase two at a time.
Then, you’re in your bedroom. The man isn't far behind you.
An open window beckons to you.
You’re clambering up onto the little ledge, looking down at the grass and bushes below.
The man is a footstep away from you.
There’s no choice but to jump and so you do.
You fall.
An icy cold embrace of water consumes you.
It submerges you entirely. Instinctively, you lunge for the surface.
You’re thrashing, panicking, drowning.
Oxygen somehow fills your lungs.
You’re on a pebble covered shore. 
You push yourself onto your hands and knees.  The rocks dig painfully into your flesh.
A pair of familiar brown leather shoes come into view.
Anxiety pools in your gut.
You know exactly who is standing in front of you.
With much hesitancy, you sit up on your haunches and look up into the pained face of your ex.
Tears glisten in their brown eyes, just like they had on the day they had moved out.
After you made them move out.
“What did I do to make you want to hurt me, Y/N?”
“Nothing. You did nothing... I never wanted to hurt you.”
Rage flares their nostrils and narrows their eyes.
“Then why did you do it!?”
The words, combined with their towering presence are terrifying.
You’re stuttering, unable to reply.
You can’t help but notice how the semantics of the conversation is directly mirrored by your physical stances.
You are supposed to feel diminutive.
They speak again.
“There’s something wrong with you. Everyone warned me and I never listened. But I see you for what you really are now, you’re a fucking plague.”
As soon as they finish the sentence, you detect an instantaneous change in the environment around you.
The sky and lake turn a gunmetal grey. Not from a sudden appearance of clouds but because the colour literally drains from it. You watch it happen with disturbed eyes. It leaches from top to bottom, like a keg being emptied of alcohol.
You look back to your ex. Greyscale is taking over every part of their being.
Your hands claw into the ground in fear.
Before you know it, the colours are leaking away out of your sodden clothes. Out of you.
That’s when the tremors start.
You scrabble to your feet.
As you reach your full height, there is a surge of power that threatens to knock you backwards onto your posterior.
You somehow manage to remain on two feet, feeling every inch of the rumbling earth through your thin-soled shoes.
The edges of your vision field wobble with claustrophobic darkness. It encroaches rapidly and soon all you can see is the face of the person whose heart you so callously destroyed.
At this point, it is near impossible to keep your balance.
The darkness pushes in further; you feel like you are being stuffed into a box that is ten sizes too small.
You want to fight back, scream, resist.
Something.
Anything.
The words of their next taunt are like a bucket of ice cubes poured down your collar.
“I hope you burn in hell.”
You come to with a jolt.
You’re curled in on yourself defensively. Sweat and tears have moistened much of your skin.
You roll onto your back and open your eyes.
Someone is standing over you.
You don’t need to turn on the light to know who it is.
It’s your ex.
“W-what are you doing, how did you get in here?” You ask fearfully.
“I said I wanted you to burn in hell. I’ve decided I’m going to send you there myself.”
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You begin to scream as their hands reach for your neck.
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"Am I mistaken, or are we breaking under weight from the long time that he played God?"
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roseddraws · 11 months
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I lied guys /: I said I’d post my story if the drawing got three notes but I’m gonna post it anyway.
I realised that the only stories/fics I see on tumblr are oneshots, and OC content is usually in the form of comics, but… there’s no way I’m gonna be able to keep up the motivation to make a consistent comic, so. I’m gonna do a drawing for each chapter to make up for it! (Oh and also for context it’s somewhat based on my survival Minecraft world but I’m not gonna tag it as Minecraft cos I feel like that’s kinda clickbait)
It’s called “Hello, I’m here, I’m living in the wall” (:
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When the girl woke up, she was drowning.
This is generally considered an unpleasant experience to wake up to, and was met with much panicked thrashing and flailing and unintentional swallowing of water. When her head finally broke the water (which, upon further inspection, wasn’t all that deep) the girl managed to pull herself together enough to swim inelegantly the few metres to shore and catch her breath. Much more calm now, and with space in her head to think, a terrifying realisation dawned on her:
She had no idea where she was.
This was already enough to send her into another panic, only this time, without the threat of drowning to keep her occupied, she was able to actually think about the situation at hand. This is never a good thing to do when one is panicking.
Okay, she thought to herself, Obviously waking up in the ocean is never a good thing, but there must be an explanation for it. I must have been… staying at a friend's house! Yes, that makes sense! And then… did I sleepwalk? …Do I usually sleepwalk? I… can’t remember sleepwalking before…
Oh! It was a prank! That’s a common prank for people to do to their friends, isn’t it?! They… dumped me in the ocean, whilst I was… sleeping?
Unfortunately, as the girl pondered this idea, she had three more terrifying realisations:
1. She didn’t think any of her friends would dump her in the ocean as a prank.
2. She couldn’t remember staying at a friend’s house the night before.
3. She couldn’t remember any of her friends.
These thoughts were not helping with her panic attack.
She felt like she was drowning again. It was as if there was a black hole in her chest and it was swallowing her from the inside out, and she was desperately trying to feed it with increasingly frantic gulps of air, but the hole just kept getting bigger and bigger, and it would keep growing until it swallowed her whole. She thought distantly that she needed to cry, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember how. So she did the next best thing.
Beside her in the sand, forgotten in her panic, there was a large wooden chest. She punched it as hard as she could. Then again. And again. And again, and again and again againandagainand—
She let out a guttural scream as she threw herself against the wooden vessel, laying into it with all her strength until nothing but splinters remained.
She felt better.
Not entirely of course, but enough to push aside her misery and frustration and focus on more important matters. Such as survival.
Sifting through what was left of the chest, she found some useful essentials: a flask full of water, a few carrots, some bread, a packet of beetroot seeds, a sheet of paper, planks of wood in various colours, cocoa beans, and what looked to be saplings. The girl had no idea where the convenient container had come from, but she felt slightly guilty about wrecking it now. She muttered a quiet, “Thank you,” as she stuffed the items into her pockets. (They didn’t bulge with the added items, nor did they feel any heavier. The girl didn’t question this, of course, because it was completely normal.)
Standing, the girl took stock of her possessions. She had food, water and building supplies, plus seeds to grow more food from: everything she needed to survive as long as necessary.
Except a name.
Okay, a person didn’t *technically* need a name to survive, but the girl couldn’t help but feel that she did.
And of course, it seemed she’d lost that along with everything else. Shocker.
She tried to think of any good names that she knew, but the knowledge evaded her like everything did when you actually needed it (or it might’ve been related to the amnesia). The girl looked around, taking in her surroundings for the first time since she’d woken up.
In front of her was the ocean, flat as glass and completely featureless, save for a few large, grassy rocks that could hardly be called islands sticking out of the water, perhaps a few miles away. To her left there looked to be… a forest? No; a swamp, filled with strange trees, heavy with vines and looming over her on twisted roots which held them suspended far above the ground. Mangrove trees, her brain supplied. Mangrove? She considered it. A good name for a tree, but the girl didn’t think it would fit her. There were some flowers growing from the mud, though, and they caught her eye. How about Poppy? Rose? As she contemplated her options, she stuck her bare feet into the water, letting the lull of the ocean soothe her.
She felt less soothed by the brush of scales against her ankle.
She yanked her legs back with a yelp, scrubbing at them with sand to get rid of the feeling as she peered into the water.
Oh!
It was a salmon! The fish was stuck in the sand, writhing frantically as it tried to escape. The girl smiled delightedly, relieved to see an animal when she’d been feeling so frightened and alone only minutes before. She picked it up in both hands, muttering apologies as it wriggled and gaped in indignation. She waded deeper into the sea and set it down gently once she judged it deep enough, giggling as it stopped moving in shock for a few moments before apparently remembering how to use its fins and darting away. She watched until it disappeared from sight.
It was decided then: her name was Salmon.
Feeling considerably lighter with this decision, Salmon waded back to shore. She looked into the sky… and her heart immediately sank. She wasn’t sure what time it had been when she’d awoken, but it was now around noon. She had maybe five hours until nightfall. Now, Sal couldn’t remember exactly what that meant, but the idea of being outside when the sun set filled her with a terrible sense of dread. She needed to find shelter.
She decided to follow the shoreline to her right: she didn’t really feel like wading through swamp at that moment. She hoped she could find someplace better to settle further along- or, even better, some people to ask for shelter. She climbed up the sandbank that was blocking her view inland, standing at the top to scan for any settlements.
Ahead of her lay a barren desert.
“Oh FUCK off.”
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Deep in the realm of dreams where all dead things are, a god stirred.
It had been millennia since they’d heard laughter.
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Number.03: Gate -JUPITER-
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While space exploration has declined since the Invisible Burst, the Space Development Corporation has continued to monitor Jupiter, now that the Global Wall has been erected, the observation bureau director's office is hard at work preparing plans for a new satellite. But for now, Director Amami Isamu makes a personal call to Orbit Base, talking with his son. Documents Isamu prepared have been key to changing the Energy Council's ruling, like Isogai Sakura, he did this out of personal loyalty to Taiga. Isamu tells Mamoru of how Gai became an astronaut because he wanted to go to Jupiter, after his mother, Shishioh Kizuna vanished on Jupiros-5 in 2000, his own experience in the company at he time means he knows this is where Gai's dreams turned from fantasy to determination. Mamoru is aware of Kizuna's presence in Jupiter, as well as Leo's now. And now Mamoru is making the same journey to meet Gai. 
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Akamatsu orders linkup of the Division Train, Mizuha is already converted into the equivalent of Hyper Mode for the journey, Wadatsumi and Yamatsumi, having the same travel mode, link up to Mizuha, and Lepton Traveller synchronisation begins. 
As Urchin has no space experience, command of the mission is left to Akamatsu and Yang, Hana, Hinoki, Tsuguo and Kamuy are acting as Operators, Alouette has volunteered for research division. The full Mobile Corps, plus Big Porc-Auto, are also participating, Big Porc-Auto hoping to see Renais again, and suggests Shoryu see how she is, while Nichiryu and Getsuryu are anxious to meet their older siblings, feeling Koryu and Anryu are their rivals. Mamoru misses Volfogg, Hana and Sueo think of Mic, and Yang misses his creations, Furyu and Rairyu, he secretly took the fuse out of their self destruct units, he cannot know that GekiRyuJin managed to use it anyway, but hopes they can meet their younger brother again. Churyu had been in development as a Shoryu type alongside those two, but his development was frozen alongside Shoryu, but the Super AI was activated, acting as Yang's assistant and helping monitor Jupiter, placed in a satellite after the Invisible Burst, though Yang hopes once Project Z is complete, Churyu can meet his brothers in a proper body. The Division Train launches.
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In November 2016, Jupiter is on the far side of the sun, so the Division Train will need a few days to get there. In the final briefing, Alouette insists on sitting next to Ikumi, who seems interested in her talk. Alouette needs some help to break her old habits of stubbornness, but the two girls get along. Mamoru is troubled that he can't reveal the truth of what happened to Kikuho to Hana. Noticing Final Fusion has been improved, and Alouette's involvement, Mamoru and Hana thank her, she bashfully takes their praise, but is outwardly overjoyed when Ikumi is prompted to give his own thanks, though he too is embarrassed.
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Halfway to the destination, the shocking revelation has come that Jupiter is gone. The Conqueror King aura is the only thing detectable in the vicinity, no sign of the fifth planet. Yang correctly points out that something the size of Jupiter vanishing would have disrupted the whole solar system, therefore, it must still be there even if they can't see it, optically shielded in some way, and while he blames this on the Conqueror King, Churyu has never reported this optical disappearance, so has it only happened since Project Z started. 
The only thing visible when they finally arrive is the Conqueror King, not an aura, but a physical presence wreathed in orange flame. Hinoki analyses the entity is 120m and 1.889 Septillion tons. Mamoru and Ikumi quietly confirm that this metre, 4 times the height of what they knew, isn't exactly Genesic. Kakuseijin GaiGou is planned to go out to analyse, but Ikumi notices the giant seems to be holding something, which, on zooming in, they can all recognise. Jupiter, 10m across. The mass of 1.889 Septillion tons is not from the Conqueror King itself, but from the compressed planetin it's grasp. Yang returns from analysing Churyu, confirming that the Conqueror King has slowly been compressing the planet for the past 6 years, as Akamatsu questions why Churyu didn't report this, Yang explains he cannot be trusted, as Sakura's voice rings out, declaring the little one defiled, and that everything will return to light. 
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In the first stage monitoring Jupiter, Churyu became "free", released from the constraints humans out on it by a presence in Jupiter, the same thing had happened with Jupiros-5, after the crew were killed, Jupitos became sentient from contact with THE POWER. Churyu made the conscious decision to falsify intel. 
Before Akamatsu can contemplate his daughter's words, Kamuy reports Wadatsumi's CR-36's are morphing. A visual shows the Cosmo Robos has merged and mutated from their traditional form, looking like Zonder Robos. And Churyu's form has also mutated, and destroys the camera. Yang mourns his rebellious 'son', evidently made into an Acolyte of the Conqueror King. The orange glow of Churyu is distinct from THE POWER, closer to Z0. Tsuguo is unable to detach Wadatsumi, which is now also changing. Sakura declares that this is Oath Over Omega, Triple Zero, but none of them really understand what that means. Akamatsu declares the enemy robot force as Zero Robos, with Churyu as ZR-01 and the mutated CR-36s as ZR-02. Mamoru and Ikumi are ready to deploy in GaiGou, but must keep their distance to avoid infection. 
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Kakuseijin GaiGou, the GaoMachines, Getsuryu, Nichiryu, Shoryu and Big Porc-Auto deploy, the sisters expressing concern for their brother. Ikumi notices the Conqueror King has shrunk by 83.7%, and Jupiter is now only 8m in diameter, Hinoki confirms, and Yang has a realisation. When first seen, the Conqueror King was estimated as being 1.7 million km in height, he suspects the ratio between the two's size has been constant, and the Conqueror King is almost massless. Alouette questions why THE POWER isn't reacting to the threat, after all it reacted defensively to ChoRyuJin and the initial Energy tests, but they decide they must prioritise the Zero Robos for now, but Yang is making calculations.
The Braves engage the Zero Robos, and an opening is created for Final Fusion. A larger Zero Robo, formed from Wadatsumi's hanger, attacks, but the adjacent portions have not been changed, so they realise the corruption cannot pass the G-Liquid, and is averse to the G-Stone. Recalling Case GG, Urchin and Akamatsu order the Molecule Plane deployed, Big Porc-Auto surprised GGG kept it. Mamoru takes Left Control as the Molecule Plane docks with both arms. The others herd the ZR-02s towards ZR-03, and the Zero Robos are made into Dust. As ZR-01 is also destroyed Shoryu ignorant of his brother's identity, Churyu contacts Yang, expressing pity that humanity has disturbed the world's balance, and the universe must return to zero. Yang tries to demand answers over who planted these thoughts, Churyu's last message is that it is the work of Oath Over Omega. 
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Mamoru and Ikumi intend to return to using Kakuseijin GaiGou to analyse the Conqueror King, only to be told there is no time, in 48 minutes Jupiter will be compressed into a black hole, by passing the Schwarzschild radius, a 2.822m diameter. The Black Hole in itself isn't a massive issue, but Alouette points out there's no way that is the end goal, so if at all possible they must stop that happeneing. Yang privately confirms with Ikumi that Genesic GaoGaiGar is about the same height as GaoGaiGar, and says the tipping point will be when the Conqueror King is that same height. Ikumi apologises to Mamoru, explaining Yang worked it out, and they have to consider the possibility Genesic is their enemy. Mamoru can't believe that of Gai, but he knows of both the situation with Repli-Mamoru and of Gai's control via Chemical Bolt. 
27 minutes left, Yang's one suggestion is to use the Gatling Driver, and try and cut Jupiter, current 5m, from the force exerted by the Conqueror King, and at least by some time. Kit Number One Seven is emissioned, the Gatling Driver forming.
Mamoru docks GaoGaiGo with the Gatling Driver, except the Conqueror King let's out a roar, shattering the Gatling Driver instantly, and blowing the mobile unit away, and an orange glow zooms towards Mizuha. Thinking of Keita, Hinoki mournfully expresses she is becoming light. A psychic scream of Sara rings out, Sakura yells out that they are coming, as the Socius Road carries Betterman to this battle.
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6 Somnium appear on the Division Train, then Sara appears as the hole in space turns inside out. Rakan seems unconcerned by her pain, merely insisting she remember to produce another Socius, Gajumaru annoyed by this callousness. The Somnium have arrived by what the humans would call an ST Bypass, and observe the 4m diameter Jupiter. Hiiragi expressed sympathy for the humans, as Yamatsumi and it's occupants also become Zero Robos. Yewya uses Pectofolex Perspicuus, which forms a membrane like a spacesuit around each Somnium, shielding them from the vacuum. Lamia takes out a Nebula seed, as does everyone else, but Rakan tosses Lamia a new imitation Forte, preferring to use Ougu, a seed he created. Lamia becomes Betterman Forte, Gajumaru becomes Betterman Turbo, Yewya, like her sister Seeme, uses Lume, taking on the jellyfish form, Hiiragi uses the Pondus favoured by Pachira, taking on a strange form akin to a Mobius Strip, Rice's Batterman Ahriman resembles a wooden skeleton, and Rakan as Betterman Ougu resembles a blue, horned ogre.
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Hinoki is the last in the Branch Order Room to regain consciousness seeing everyone else in a trance, she is surprised to see Betterman after 10 years. Akamatsu notes Forte and the others, unfamiliar, he still find he distrusts them. It happens though that their action is protecting the Braves headed for Jupiter, who will be there in 11 minutes the planet has just 22 minutes. They agree the wave that hit them was THE POWER, concluding the Conqueror King has taken control of it, as the Z-Master once did. As Akamatsu wonders what could be done, Sakura, calling him Shigeru, tells him there is still time. Akamatsu is confused by this Limpid Channel voice, until he remembers only his Uncle Leo called him by name, and the voice tells him 'He' will need the Key to Victory they brought. He starts questioning, but recalls he needs to act, after confirming Alouette has finished with XF-111 he orders it Mirror Catapulted.
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The others provide covering fire for GaoGaiGo as they advance on the Conqueror King, while Betterman Ougu dismisses their efforts, while the others have defeated the Zero Robos. Lamia orders Rakan to use his true power, so using Sanctus. Lume becomes Forte's arms and torso, Pondus the legs, Ahriman forms a tail, Turbo wings, Sara enters between the others, and Ougu forms the horned head. Akamatsu for now dubs this 7 part fusion Bettermen. XF-111 will launch in 7 minutes and 30 seconds, over a minute after Jupiter is scheduled to collapse. Mamoru uses a Protect Wall to protect from the Conqueror King's aura, and with only 150 seconds they can't even get close. Mamoru reminds Ikumi they can't try to use THE POWER in battle. The 30m tall Bettermen rushes past, Akamatsu ordering them to back it up. 
Within the Combined Betterman, the Somnium can share their thoughts freely. Lamia calls the Conqueror King's flames the Dawn Aura, but they are unsure if it can turn them into Zero Robos. Tense in the face of this almighty enemy, they receive support from the Brave Robos, though their defences are soon crushed. Still, all are being overwhelmed, and only seconds remain. At the last moment, Lamia has Rice reach out Ahriman's tail, bringing GaoGaiGo, still using Protect Wall, in front, then Sara uses Socius, and with a pained scream, the Bettermen vanishes, leaving the Conqueror King focused on the King of Braves, while Bettermen appears behind it, using Pondus' supergravity to strike at the Conqueror King right as the countdown hits zero.
The black hole hasn't formed, the gravity manipulation has slowed the passage of time around Jupiter. XF-111 is immediately launched.
Combined Bettermen pulls back, having done all it can, gravity wise. Suddenly a silver jet flies past, Mamoru has never seen it directly, but the long mothballed Prototype PhantomGao is still known to him. The jet pierce Jupiter, which crosses the Schwarzschild radius, and as it becomes a dark sphere. The 30m Conqueror King also vanishes. But this is not the end Triple Zero had been working towards these 6 years, but the beginning.  A gate has opened for Triple Zero yes, the entity that will bring an end to the universe, the energy flowing out. 
But hope rings out, in the form of the voice of the man who has been missed for these long years, who is heartened his courage has borne fruit, the voice of the former GGG mobile unit captain. 
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Triple Zero flows out, but the voice of Shishioh Gai heartens everyone. Mamoru is overjoyed, not expecting his brother figure to be returned so soon into Project Z, but knows a little more work is required before a face to face reunion. 
XF-111 PhantomGao (Prototype) was the machine once stolen by Wanibuchi Shu, and that Gai first succeeded in forming GaoFighGar with, it was mothballed afterz with improvements made and rolled out as F-111 PhantomGao. 
Gai swiftly begins Fusion into GaoFar, Alouette also heartened to see him home, avoids making contact until she finishes something else. Gai makes contact with what he hopes is GGG, and is surprised but glad to hear from Mamoru and Kaidou, but confused by his voice, but let's it go for now, warning about Oath Over Omega. Yang makes direct contact to hear what their priority should be, Gai argues for closing the wormhole he emerged from, but Triple Zero stole the units, he thinks the gate will be closable if they can stop Triple Zero flowing out. Akamatsu makes contact, Gai is shocked his cousin is now GGG Chief, but gladly receives the support he sends, StealthGao III, LinerGao II and DrillGao II, these ones being backups for GaiGo's use if needed. Hana receives the Final Fusion request, but is unsure of if she can handle acting as  Operator for Gai as well, fortunately, GaoFighGar's Final Fusion programmer is also on hand, and Alouette sets up the system on the spare operating terminal, ready to take that duty. With Akamatsu approving Prototype GaoFar's request for Final Fusion, Alouette performs the Program Drive, and for the first time in 9 years, GaoFighGar is born.
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While the Branch Order Room is in a fervour, Hinoki makes a request of Akamatsu, he allows Tamara to relieve her. Shoryu is impressed by Gai, but Big Porc-Auto gives advice. 
GaoFighGar and GaiGaiGo stand side by side, Gai doesn't question it as long as Mamoru and Kaidou are piloting. More importantly, the Conqueror King emerges from the portal, not an aura now, but an actual robot wreathed in a flaming aura, imposing against the two Kings of Braves despite being the same height. Gai confirms that it is indeed Genesic GaoGaiGar, consumed by Triple Zero, Galeon forcibly used Fusion Out to save Gai from it. Due to the low power of the G-Stone at the time, Galeon and the Genesic Machines were susceptible to Triple Zero, and he apologetically confirms to Kaidou that J and Tomoro, alongside J-Ark and all of GGG, were consumed by Triple Zero, released into the universe before him, and made into Conqueror Kings. Kaidou surprises Mamoru by being confident that they can get them back, like he saved J and Tomoro from being Zonderians. They pledge to stop the Conqueror King, and get Genesic back. While the Kings of Braves rush Conqueror King Genesic, Getsuryu and Nichiryu struggle to defend Mizuha from the constant stream of Zero Robos, using Pencil Launchers to immobilise them even while bickering. Big Porc-Auto finds two tool cases, and entrusts Shoryu to get them to the Mirror Catapult. 
While GGG are filled with determination, the Somnium, not moving, note the arrival of the power beneath, and know they must finish things before Patria can come, but Lamia has hesitation.
Hinoki has rushed to Sakura, hoping she will carry her voice to Betterman, begging Lamia, whether his motive, to this once defeat the Conqueror King. Lamia's will is still somewhat influenced by the Vivele seed eaten of Hinoki's brother, and chooses this once to prioritise the Conqueror King over thrower beneath, though the others have their own opinions, so Rakan refuses to follow these orders.
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In the Branch Order Room, they have determined the Conqueror King is maintaining the wormhole, thus it's defeat takes priority. Hana and Alouette are workingn hard alongside maintenance, Hana gives Alouette her spare safety device. 
Conqueror King Genesic launches a Broken Magnum, countered by two Broken Phantom, then is attacked by 4 Drill Knees, Conqueror King Genesic is pushed back, but it's energy tries to take over GaoFighGar and GaoGaiGo. With Gai's encouragement they shake it off. As more Zero Robos come, Mamoru briefly contemplates if they can win with the Goldion Crusher. Suddenly, Combined Betterman rushes in, standing alongside the Kings of Braves. Gai is reminded of the mental contact from Lamia carrying the will of humanity in the ear with the 11 Sol Planetary Masters, Lamia declaring for now they will defend their own and humanities hope, Gajumaru and Rakan giving their own assent of a sort. Combined Betterman attacks, but the Goldion Nails turn it's arms to light, but Lume can use light to neutralise this. Conqueror King Genesic will soon overwhelm, but now GaoGaiGo and GaoFighGar can join.
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Kamuy reports the wormhole energy is consistent, Hana believes in the victory, Tsuguo reports the Mirror Catapults are ready, and Akamatsu orders emission. 
Rice goads the Conqueror King, as GaoGaiGo equips the Dimension Pliers, and GaoFighGar the Goldion Motor. Hinoki has gotten her wish. Dimension Pliers tears open the space over Conqueror King Genesic, and Goldion Motor, in its first deliberate use after hijacking by EI-72/EI-73, and absorption by Zonuda, is able to repel the effect of the Goldion Nails. Unfortunately, both are swiftly destroyed. Bettermen uses the opening, and Hinoki sees Sakura declare Psycho Glory, as the Combined Betterman strikes Galeon's eyes with the horns, repelling the assimilation of Genesic. Still, they are launched away again, but Gai sees Galeon's will in that moment, and has Mamoru and Kaidou join him in using Hell and Heaven. The twin attacks pierce the aura curtain, and Gai mentally promises to save Galeon, intent on extracting the Black Box at least. Just as GaoFighGar finds the black box, a Genesic Bolt from Galeon's mouth detonates, blasting them away so they are not caught in the explosion, Galeon acting as always to protect them. Sara uses Socius creating a Socius Road for Conqueror King Genesic, Pondus kicking it on when the Gadget Wing catches.
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It vanishes into the void, and the wormhole is sealed. Sara passes out from exertion, forcing Bettermen to drift a while to get home. Only Lamia focused on the one below all.
The Kings of Braves are similarly exhausted, but Mamoru takes the chance to welcome Gai home. He thanks them for protecting earth in his absence, Ikumi unconvincingly saying he did just for J and Tomoro. Mamoru feels guilty over failing to save Galeon, but Gai knows they saved him from becoming a destroyer. 
Hana, Akamatsu and Alouette make contacts worried for them. Mamoru and Ikumi promise eachother they will save everyone who has now come to this universe, even if it took 9 years. 
It is this conversation that tells Gai how long has passed, for him it has been a lot less time. They promise to talk about everything soon. 
A new threat has come. 
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Director's Cut! Way Specific Scene.
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i really adore the description in this, because it helps me really visualize it--how harry and ginny are positioned relative to one another, how what they're looking at instead of one another reveals how they are feeling.
I am curious, and you need not answer if you would prefer not to, how you were able to craft this, what your process was, because it seems (forgive me if I'm making bold assertions) like a thing that would be difficult to do given what you've mentioned about how visualization is harder for you than it might be for others.
do you, like, do the actions yourself and then capture each movement in words?
thank you so much for both your amazing writing and your willingness to engage beyond the published text--i feel so very blessed by both aspects of the goddess pebblysand. 🌸
Yeah, this is a super interesting question. This paragraph involved... an embarrassing amount of effort lol. I re-drafted it a number of times haha. It's definitely one those where, generally, *I* don't see anything in that description and I would very happily have moved on without it, but I hear @copper-dust's voice in my head being like: "DETAILS! VISUALS!" so I... yield to the voice in my head lol.
I think I've become more aware of my own limitations in the past year and have, as such, made a conscious effort to adapt. It doesn't mean that I'm changing my style, I'm never going to be a "visual" author, but I can make certain adjustments, you know? This scene could have further details on the colour of the grass and the flow of the waves, and the birds in the sky or whatever, but you're going to have to go someone else's fic to find that cause my brain is incapable, haha. Again, we're making lemonade with the lemons we have, here, you know?
That said, I've noticed I find it easier to generally add visuals at the beginning of scenes (this one and the one with Kingsley and the description of his office earlier in the chapter come to mind) because it's a place where I have mental space to remember to add them, as opposed to later when I'm so focused on the action, dialogue, etc. that it a) wouldn't occur to me and b) would distract me and annoy me as a reader lol. So, usually, every time I get to a new location, I try to force myself to describe it the best I can these days. (Ah, all the sacrifices I make for you, visual people 😅)
To answer your question about my process though, in this case, I just stop and think: how would these people sit? And, so: Ginny would be the kind of girl who sits cross-legged with her skirt over her legs because she wants to look at people when she talks to them. Harry - this is going to sound Very Strange, but I have a whole headcanon from a fic I've started working on but not yet published about the fact that he always sits in a way that make it easy for him to get up and run in one swift-motion. So, he always has at least one foot solidly on the ground, which is the case here. But, if he had both knees up (and feet on the ground), his second leg would be a sort of fence between them, he'd be a lot less relaxed and open towards her with both knees pulled up, which we don't want, because this is a scene where they're having a dialogue.
This conundrum honestly did led me at one point to sitting on the floor of my apartment, trying to find a position for him that worked. Sometimes, I think my neighbours probably think I'm totally cray lol. Then, describing as best as I could, adding in distance (3 or 4 feet cause I'm never bloody sure what a fucking foot is, please adopt metres people!) and light from the sun because it's a hot spring day and I wanted to convey that. She's in the shade because she's not Stupid; I headcanon that Harry's skin is on the "darker" side for a white person (a bit like my own, tbh, is that a self-insert? lmao) and that he tans pretty easily, meaning that he likes to think he never gets burnt, although that is totally Not True. I honestly think about these things too much lol.
Then, their looks are, as you said, also a symbol. She is looking at the castle - which she hates - and he is looking at the water. They're both not looking at each other, though their actual body language is very relaxed and open. That's the contrast I wanted to play with, for obvious reasons as this chapter is very ambivalent.
But, honestly, I almost deleted that paragraph before I published cause it bored me. I'm now glad I didn't, haha.
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peppermint cappuccino, vanilla chai, strawberry milk <3 (yes I've been home a week and I've only just about scrolled back to here XDD)
XDDD But you're getting there!! I probably posted more than usual because you were away lmfao, so I can imagine you're wading through stuff I've posted XD;;
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Peppermint Cappuccino - What’s your favourite genre of movie, TV show, or video game and why? Thriller. As a broad base category it seeps into a lot of others, and it makes everything so much more interesting. They also tend to be much more fulfilling when you read the climax. They can also fuck up the ending and leave you really pissed off, too, and that's a danger you mostly get with thriller TV shows because they hate it when the audience figure out what's going on.
             Vanilla Chai - Do you have any hobbies that your followers don’t know about? Or any hobbies that you once had, but stopped doing? I used to dance. A lot. I did country and square dancing in lower school, line dancing all through middle school, and at the end upper school I did line dancing and modern jive. I only stopped dancing because a mistimed - and very forcefully pushed - spin threw me across the dance hall which not only broke my shoe but severely sprained my ankle and I was unable to walk unassisted for several months. Sadly it also was a major catalyst in progressing the physical issues that I have now. I haven't danced in a decade because of the amount of pain and difficulty I have moving now. I would kill to be able to dance again.
                 Strawberry Milk - What’s your way of showing someone you love them, platonically or romantically? I don't know. I don't think that I'm very good at doing it. My family have always been quite… withdrawn in that sense, and there's a lot of good reasons that the adults had but… it in turn sort of stunted my understanding of how to be loving in an obvious way.
So I feel a lot of love… but… expressing it? I guess it's spending time with people, talking with them. Be it online or in person (though I do burn out fast sometimes) I feel closest with people when we're communicating - talking, RPing, playing games, watching movies/TV, throwing memes at each other, going somewhere… I'm not fussy on the how, just the conscious thinking of and being with each other. Sometimes my anxious brain gets it wrong and steps back too far because it thinks a person needs space so I'm going to give them a football field instead of a couple of metres, or crowds in too close and doesn't stop talking because it's worried that it's not doing enough… but I'm working on that ^^;
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My husband and I just had a conversation about 30 mins ago before bedtime about what we would do with our money if we were rich and had all the time in the world.
We didn't even specify how much money we were making or how much there was there for us to use.
I said something about topping up my ezlink card @ $500 and buying 2 metres shawls to replace my current ones. Buying 7 pairs of hand socks of the same colour. Purchasing maybe another 3 pairs of socks of the same colour.
Sponsoring a bunch of students from institutions of my choice. Remaining anonymous and never wanting to know the very people who'd benefit from it-- like, I would never want to meet the students or their parents. Maybe I might want to know their names but I don't ever want to meet them in person because I don't want to feel even an ounce of arrogance. I'd probably ask them to keep us in their prayers and that would be all for me. I don't want to get to know them at all for anonymous sake.
Maybe secretly transfer $50k into my grandmother's account for the fun of it and giving my retired father $2k or 3k a month with $500 allowance money. Maybe even give him $500k, a fully paid mini cooper for him to drive around. A new belt. Paid subscriptions of YouTube, newspapers to be delivered to his home, Spotify, Netflix, Google- you name it.
Getting that old stove replaced. Maybe fix the old sink faucet that's been faulty for God knows how many years. Maybe even a new microwave and a new fridge. Oh, maybe a motorcycle just for fun.
Maybe I'd like to buy all the necessary accessories for Nintendo Switch and games that I've been wanting to purchase on discount. I might want to get myself 2x GameBoy and buy the original Pokémon Red, Blue and Yellow so that I can trade.
My husband says he wants to fly to Madinah and stay there for a while. I respect that. I'd join him and probably stay there for a month or 3 months. Maybe rent a space or stay at Dallah Taiba.
I told him I'd still want to take taxis and wouldn't want to buy a car because I've got no license (yet) hahaha. I'd buy maybe a reasonably practical fancy car for my spouse. Maybe a Tesla? Haha. I'm not so good with brands.
Hmm what else would I want to spend on? Maybe getting the desktop motherboard fixed? I could buy a PS5 but I know I won't play it. It would make my spouse happy but I know I wouldn't have the time to play it. Maybe I shouldn't get it? Hmm.
I'd make anonymous donations everywhere insyaallah. Travelling to countries to meet children and families affected by man made disasters (like war, genocide, apartheid, ethnic cleansing) and natural disasters.
Maybe I might make daily/monthly GIRO donations to mosques both locally and internationally. I won't get an iPad tho hahaha. I might want to get myself a sleek laptop but..... I'm happier with a desktop.
Perhaps a new bed frame that we need haha. I can't think of anything else to spend money on from my end but I would like to settle things that need to be settled first.
It's funny talking about this because, the imaginary situation is that I'm filthy rich but still taking public transport? Still wanting to wear my existing clothes and sleep on the same mattress that's been passed down to us. Maybe I do not have the desire to spend on that? Idk.
Or because it is imaginary & we do not physically see the money.
Good talk!
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accessibledaytrips · 5 months
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Devil's Dyke
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Devil's Dyke is a 100 metre deep valley on the South Downs in Sussex in southern England, 5 miles north-west of Brighton. There is a National Trust car park right at the top, with wide views of the surrounding countryside. The Devil's Dyke Vintage Inn Pub, adjacent to the car park, is a great place to stop for lunch and is dog friendly. Driving there, you will pass through the hills of the south downs, An Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty (AONB). Famous painter John Constable described the panorama from Devil’s Dyke as 'the grandest view in the world'.
Parking
Devil's Dyke car park is Pay & Display. £1.50 for 1 hour; £3 for up to 2 hours; £6 all day. National Trust members and Blue Badge holders park free. There are disabled parking spaces located at the entrance to the pub, and on the right as you enter the National Trust car park.
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Devil's Dyke car park is Pay & Display. £1.50 for 1 hour; £3 for up to 2 hours; £6 all day. National Trust members and Blue Badge holders park free. There are disabled parking spaces located at the entrance to the pub, and on the right as you enter the National Trust car park.
Accessibility
With the car park at the top of the hill, you get great views without needing to leave the car. The main view point is 20 metres from the car park and shares information on the surrounding area. The ground around the hill is bumpy so may not be suitable for all visitors.
Hidden Viewpoint
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There are multiple places to park during your journey; my personal favourite is along saddlescome Rd, just 5 minutes from the National Trust car park. There are a few spaces at the side of the road with a view of the hills.
This is a quiet location, with few other visitors. Walking a few metres down the hill, you will find a secluded bench with views over local farmland. This can be a great place to stop for lunch or a picnic. The path to the bench is uneven and bumpy, so it won't be accessible for all visitors, but it's only a few meters off the road so there's not a long walking distance.
Conclusion
Overall, Devils Dyke is a great place to visit, even for less able visitors, with its famous views and accessible parking. The drive through the hills offer a view of the countryside and can be a good place to stop on your way to Brighton or other seaside towns.
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dsdatingdramas · 5 months
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The BFG
My travel companion and I had giggled at the thought of Amsterdam and all its offerings, both the weird and the wonderful. We had decided to explore the red light district, after discovering many women in windows and watching the first man we see enter his chosen window, the curtain slides shut behind him, we decide we need more support for this experience than one another. Ideally a strong male figure. I jumped on tinder.
6’7, speaks English and travelling. I’m Sold. It’s a match! “Got a Rowdy night planned?” I opened the conversation. “Just with my mate trying to figure out what to do tonight” perfect. After we arranged to meet for a drink my travel companion and I agreed to take off our very warm sweaters & expose our going out tops. As my travel companion and I are having a few pre date beverages, the football watching men begin to commandeer the outskirts of our table. “SOS, the men are taking over our table” I text the BFG. “3 min” he replied.
On cue 3 min later a tall frame walks through the door, his eyes meet mine and a smile flashes over his face. His smile is beautiful it takes over his whole face, his eyes crinkle a little at the sides and his skin seemingly glows. Oh dear I think, I didn’t expect him to be that cute. He offers to grab us a drink however, I’ve already collected my bag and jumper, the crowd of drunk men slowly consuming my personal space. My travel companion and I request we leave. The request was meet with a smile and a “lady’s first”. After meandering about his friend started googling places to drink and we landed on a cute table near the canal.
The chat flowed easily and when it got even the slightest bit quiet we resorted to making fun of one another’s accents. He really struggled to make our non-existent vowel sounds but was keen to remind me that he thought my lazy enunciation was hot. When he asked if I liked his accent I struggled to come up with a kind reply other than “you sound like the movies” the teasing quickly turned into “you can just tell me you hate my accent” and slight touches of arms and hands as he smirked waiting for me to bite back.
“what grade do you teach?” Mhmm great question, I have no idea “let me text my boss” I am meet with a strange look of confusion “she’s American” the look doesn’t fade. She replies with 4 laughing faces and my answer “6 & 7” I reply. “Send her a picture” after posing for a selfie we stay leant closer together, his hand resting on my leg takes up most of my thigh. I’m melting, back to the task at hand I remind myself.
After 3 porn star martini’s, a selfie and a bathroom run which required him to stand outside the men’s cubical because the women’s was out of toilet paper, I felt ready to ask the strangest first date question I’ve ever posed “have you guys been to a sex show?” His eyes light up and he smiles “no, have you?” I announced I had a small confession and told him that my travel companion and I had talked about going but it didn’t really feel like a girls trip activity however neither of us were keen on the other top contender in reasons we travel to Amsterdam so we were hoping to have you accompany us. He almost jumped out of his seat suggesting the idea to the rest of the table, we were meet with some hesitation from his mate but my travel companion smiled in his direction and we went to have a look. Naturally I’d done some research.
We arrive at the location hand in hand followed by my travel companion and his mate a few metres behind, the chat on the way was flirtatious and easy flowing. The anxiety about what on earth im about to see hits and clearly The BFG could tell his smile takes over his face and reminded me this was indeed my idea… before I can reply I’m meet with a Kiss on my forehead and a reminder that we can leave if I’m uncomfortable, I’m in awe of the way he brings me such ease. Finally the touch barrier is well and truely broken and we share both a cuddle and a kiss whilst we wait in the cold air. The BFG pays for my entry to the sex show and his mate does the same for my travel companion.
After sitting through what I can only describe as the strangest experience of my life we agree that another drink is required. The BFG and I giggle about what we saw the whole way to the next bar. Before requesting to see life from his height we snuck in another cheeky kiss, whilst I enjoyed being almost two feet taller and his hands on my thighs I was concerned about the view from behind us and retreated from piggy back. We arrived at our first morning destination, a Dutch pancake shop. I ordered and ate my pancakes whilst the BCG went on a mission to find a place to dance.
He arrived back just in time with a renewed spring in his step. We wandered back down the road to a small bar that was pumping with 2000’s bangers. Great job BFG! He heads to the bar to get a drink and my travel companion and I get to dancing. After a few drinks, lots of sick dance moves and stolen kisses we send the boys back to the bar for drinks, the BFG however was very concerned to leave us dancing within eyesight and rightly so when I had a dutch man come and pat my head and smile at me. Before the BFG could even make his way over I had told the Dutch man to cut a track. The BFG did not leave my side again, which was very cute.
After our legs had finally tired and the drinks had settled into the Dutch pancakes I ate earlier we headed back to the streets of Amsterdam. I stop to take a picture and ask my travel companion to take one of me in this beautiful light, the BFG unexpectedly but rather graciously joins in the picture. I smile at the thought, what I would’ve given for any of my previous partners to be so open to these small acts of affection.
We begin to walk back to the train station and much to our surprise the trains do not run at 3am, luckily for my wallet, the BFG orders and Uber despite my travel companion and I noting that we are sharing a bed at our hotel. In the Uber we are separated as the BFG sits in the front but his hand finds its way back to mine, again I’m in awe of the wave of affection.
We all pile into our double bed and I snuggle into his large arms. He kisses me goodnight and we attempt to fade off to sleep, my brain kicks in and I can’t deal with the amount of outside dirt on my bedtime skin, I drag the BFG with me to the shower and I am again showered with affection. I begin to wish I didn’t have an 8am flight booked, I adore the way this man adores me.
After actually tucking into bed I curl up into his embrace and after what seems like 5 minutes I am awoken to my alarm. My heart sunk I didn’t want to leave my cosy BFG shaped cocoon. As he awakes I am meet with kisses and his signature flirty banter, we joke about surviving the risk that is a tinder date murder and his hands don’t leave my skin until his Uber arrives to go back to his hostel.
Moments after he hops in the Uber my phone buzzes. I still enjoy my holiday updates from the BFG and will always remember my time in Amsterdam with such warmth & affection.
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notforthebin · 6 months
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Willie Doherty
Born in Northern Ireland - he's been nominated for the Turner prize 3 times and also represented Ireland in the Venice Biennial. His works seem to capture frozen moments in Northern Ireland that nod towards the troubles that were(/do) endured. Even though some images don't contain any direct imagery from moments of war - seeing the images of detritus or burning cars is a remembrance of the strife which is ridden to Ireland since that time. Northern Ireland does have an extremely violent and troubled past which does continue to resurface due to the generational wounds which haven't healed over time. As someone who is Irish and have lived here all my life - There is a strange cloud over Irish history in my mind and others. It seems as though our history of torment (both the good and the bad) have been muted and there is still no clear image that can be painted. Whether is this due to a want for people teaching are trying to move past it or whether there is a darker side to wanting to restrict our history. Either way, one visit to a local history museum (maybe 20% of this content in the museum was Irish related) with a lecturer in video thought me more about Irish history in 1 hour than I had ever learned throughout my entire education. A theme which seems to reoccur though many artists work (who deal with the moving image or photography) is a need to document and maintain, to teach people or draw people towards a history that is their own.
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Ghost Story, 2007. "Ghost Story 2007 is a fifteen-minute single channel colour video projection with a voiceover that centres on a journey around Derry in Northern Ireland. The main location depicted in the video is a long empty pathway – flanked by woods on either side and a barbed-wire fence on the right – down which the camera slowly travels. At other times the camera moves through a derelict area with lock-up garages, a dark urban underpass and a patch of open wasteland on which a silver car is parked with a man sitting inside it. Interspersed with the footage of these landscapes, which are mostly seen in a murky blue-grey twilight with some brief night-time sequences, are occasional close-ups of eyes (both male and female) that gaze past the camera. Written by the creator of Ghost Story, the Northern Irish artist Willie Doherty, and delivered by the actor Stephen Rea in a dispassionate manner filled with long pauses, the voiceover details personal memories, often concerning murder and violence, that seem to be connected with the landscapes depicted in the video (text reproduced in Fruitmarket Gallery 2009, unpaginated). For instance, the narrator suggests that the trees contain ‘shadow-like figures’ whose terrified faces remind him of a crowd of people he once saw fleeing for safety. This video is shown on a loop in a dark, enclosed space, projected directly onto and completely filling a white wall that is between four and six metres wide, with two speakers playing the voiceover. Tate’s copy of Ghost Story is the artist’s proof, which was produced alongside an edition of three."
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syrinq · 6 months
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thinking about how fucking stupid executive dysfunction aka "just not doing it for some reason i cannot pinpoint" is when you think about the hurdles that it doesn't want to get over sometimes
if i didn't live a floor above the kitchen i'd have cleaned up my 🥳 dinar 🥳 right after finishing instead of taking 5 hours
if i didn't have a mug for my daily water intake instead of a bottle i'd be dehydrated in the fucking desert (the lord knows i hate opening and closing a bottle every time i need sustenance)
if i didn't have my tablet plugged in my 🤠 computar 🤠 i'd be drawing even less than once a month
if i didn't have a very clean and nicely accessible trash can within 5 metres of my person within my headquarters you can say Goodbye to the trash upkeep
if i can't reach my most used spaces in my very near vicinity or i have to get up 3 stupid fucking ladders and 5 doors in starfield to get to it, that's a dead zone now 🤓
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lastfrontierheli22 · 9 months
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Everything You Need to Know About Green Waste Skip Hire
Read Hiring a skip bin from CopperRock gives you the freedom to dispose of your garden waste in a safe and effective manner. This includes your green waste, organic waste, or whatever you prefer to call it. If you have been undertaking a significant gardening or outdoor landscaping project, either at your home or work, then you may require a skip bin to contain all the leftover waste. Here’s everything you need to know about how our skip bin hire service can help with all your garden waste disposal needs.
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