#old photo rescues: mine

[greatooglymooglyyy]

Family Ties (Chris Sturniolo)

contains: fluff, kissing, general sweetest, meeting y/n's family, cussing, a bit of suggestive language, 900+ words

a/n: hehe the brother is so based on mine. i hope y'all like this cus i think it's cute.

“What do I get out of it?”

My little brother gives me a smug little grin that I’m just dying to wipe off his face. But sadly, I need him on my side tonight. I cross my arms and give him a death glare.

“20.”

“50.”

“30.”

“Make it 35. Isn’t your boyfriend rich or something?”

I roll my eyes at his stupidity and stick out my pinky finger for him to shake. He glances from my finger to my face for a couple of seconds in disbelief. “God, you’re such a nerd.” He mutters before latching pinkies with me and shaking once.

“Okay, dickhead. No bringing up my exes. No scaring him off. And if Mom or Dad start getting too embarrassing, you throw me a Hail Mary.”

He rolls his eyes but nods. “Poor guy. He’s gotta wait a little longer to find out you’re a freak of nature, I guess.”

I buck at him and he flinches causing me to grin. “Eleven years old and still a bit-”

“I’m thirteen, you asshole.”

“Aren’t you a little short for a twelve-year-old?”

“Thirt- You know what. Just for that, I’m telling the story about when you pissed on that roller coaster.”

“Alright. Chill-”

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I hear a knock on the door and jump up before my parents can bombard Chris. I swing it open and he’s standing there looking calm as ever. God, I wish I had his energy right now. I step outside and close the door behind me, stepping into his arms and reaching up for a kiss. He smiles against my lips and then pulls away, brushing my hair from my face.

“You look nervous.” He teases lightly. I tilt my head and give him a duh face and he laughs. “They’re gonna love me.”

“Well, of course. How could they not? You’re just so humble.”

“And handsome-”

“And down to earth-”

“And so in love with their daughter.” He gives me his best cheesy smile at this and I roll my eyes, pretending that didn’t almost take me out the game.

“Okay, come on, you fucking cornball.” I joke, slipping my hand in his. He tugs my hand, stopping me before I can open the door, and leans down to kiss me again quickly.

“Alright, now we can go.”

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“Do you want to see her sixth-grade talent show?” My mom says excitedly, reaching over to turn the page of the photo album Chris is holding. I look over at my brother giving him my “help me right the fuck now” eyes and he interrupts before Chris can respond.

“Chris, you game at all?”

I breathe a sigh of relief and remind myself to go extra hard on his birthday gift this year. Chris sits up a little straighter, clearly excited, as my brother and he start up a conversation about “prime Fortnite.” Losers. My dad chimes in about how they haven’t lived until they’ve played the Nintendo 64 and my mom and I share a long-suffering look. She stands to head to the kitchen and I follow her out, leaving the boys to talk.

I stand next to her by the sink, watching her start to rinse off dishes for a second then nudge her shoulder with mine so she looks at me.

“So?”

She turns to me smiling brightly. “He’s sweet. I can tell he’s a good kid. And you look so happy. Every five seconds, you’re smiling up at him like he hung the stars, my love. But the best part? He’s looking right back at you the same way.” I look at her stunned for a second and drop my head on her shoulder, a little embarrassed.

“I love you, mom.” She pats the side of my head, pulling me closer.

“You played hockey? No shit! I damn near went to the NHL, I was so good in my day. C’mon. You, me, field hockey outside right now.”

My dad’s booming voice pulls me right out of the moment and I spin on my heels to go rescue my boyfriend.

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“It was so nice to meet you guys,” Chris says with a genuine smile, reaching to give Mom a hug.

“You just come right on back whenever you want that ass-whooping, son.” My dad says, throwing a fake haymaker which Chris fake dodges with a laugh. He turns to my brother and daps him up. “You got my gamertag, right.” My brother gives him an enthusiastic nod, looking the most excited I’ve seen him in a while.

“Hell yeah, bro. Hop on Fortnite later.” Chris nods and I pull him to the door before they can start back up. As soon as we step outside, I jump up into his arms and pepper kisses all over his face. He laughs, wrapping his arms tightly around me and walking us to his car.

“Thank you for being a good sport, Chris. They love you.”

He lowers me back to the ground and smiles down at me throwing me a fake cocky shrug.

“I told you, I’m good like that.”

I roll my eyes, step closer to him, and whisper low, “You want to see what I’m good at?”

He raises his eyebrows and then picks me up again, carrying me to the passenger seat as I shriek and laugh.

"Hell yeah, I need a full demonstration.”

#sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo oneshot #sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo oneshots #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fandom #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

A moot of mine wanted me to compile this post and I had to oblige, since many people in the fandom decide to skip the comics for either story or artstyle reasons. Either way—

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Top things to know about Spider Socorro from high ground comics series (for those who haven’t read it but want to know the tea)

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Spider possesses a freakish amount of physical strength, and the comics make a point to show it on many occasions. To my memory, no one in said comics is put into situations where they are required to use brute force as often as him.

Pre-RDA’s return, he wore primarily red, orange and cyan on his clothes, jewellery and hair. After their return, he begins using the dull browns that we are used to.

Spider and Kiri have their own special slogan. While the whole family uses “Sullies stick together”, Kiri and Spidey use “War orphans stick together.”

Actually, the comics expand quite a bit on their bond. Kiri sees Spider as a brother, but not in a "friend-zoned" way or in "brothers in arms" way, no. She calls Spider a bother she never had, despite having two, and repeats time and time again that he is her real family. To her, Spider is quite literally blood-related, and I find it endlessly wholesome.

Jake says that in some ways, Spider is more of a Na’vi than he’ll ever be, but still has a deep-rooted anxiety that he’ll turn out like his father, though he keeps said anxiety well-hidden…most of the time.

Spider had a foster family at hell’s gate, the family of McCoskers, but he was heavily neglected by them, which ended up isolating him from humans even more. Nash Mckoser is especially annoying, as he rubs Spider’s insecurity about not belonging with Sullies into his face, and calls him ‘Miles’ instead of his chosen name. Father of the year everyone. 👏

Spider has a photo of his mother, Paz Socorro, taped to the ceiling of his bunk. He stares at it every night and takes the picture with him when escaping Hell’s gate.

Spider isn’t allowed to get close to the tree of souls during important ceremonies, like the council of clan leaders, as Neytiri doesn’t let him, so he watches it from a cliff on the edge of the clearing.

Spider apparently never looses his humour; not even when he’s almost out of oxygen and borderline choking. (“I’m so sorry Spider, we’ve gotta go around.” “Ha! You’re…killing…me *gasp* here!”)

But he can be serious when situation calls for it. When the kids were caught exploring the old battlefield, he takes responsibility for allowing himself and his siblings to go far from the village unsupervised, which led to minor injuries.

He then proceeds to be yelled at by Neytiri, as she exclaims that it’s "always his fault" and he "thinks he can wander wherever he wants — like all sky people". He has an outburst and they argue. This is about the only proper face-to-face direct interaction they have in all three volumes.

Neytiri regularly speaks ill of Spider, believing that he is trouble and will follow in Quaritch’s footsteps. The boy has always been fully aware of it, and builds a gradual resentment towards her for never seeing him as his own person.

When RDA return, Spider’s foster family wants to join them and leave the Omatikaya permanently. Spider is forced to go with them against his will, and Jake agrees with Nash, doing nothing to prevent it, perhaps influenced by the previously mentioned anxieties.

Spider gets later picked up by none other than his siblings (Kiri, Tuk and Lo’ak). They arrived to Hell’s gate in the night, determined to get him back, but Socorro’s foster father traps them in separate rooms, after which it was up to him to rescue them and dip.

Actively shields and protects Kiri as the group is running from the RDA tech on their heels.

Ends up on big bro duty when Lo’ak stays behind and protects both of his sisters 🥹 and he’s not playing

16. When reuniting, Jake asks Spider to go back to the humans AGAIN, and the kid has to remind him that a certain avatar is also half-human, and wasn’t even born on Pandora. That finally shuts him up.

17. When the flying ship the Sullies are in crashes above the oceans and Kiri drowns, Spider is the one to carry her back to surface. The size difference is insane.

18. Spider knows how to treat injuries. (he tends to the pilot of their crashed ship, who has a bleeding gash on her leg)

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@meenawrites @dirtytransmasc 🤭

#atwow #atwow sully family #atwow kiri #Kiri sully #avatar spider #spider avatar #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #atwow spider #spider atwow #avatar high ground #james cameron avatar #avatar2 #avatar jake #atwow jake #Jake sully

[pascaloverx]

Rewrite The Stars

Chapter One

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

preview chapter two

The night ends up being good, taking away the pain in your head that doesn't seem to go away. Serving at Pedro Pascal's table is much calmer than you thought it would be. You just need to control yourself so you don't ask for an autograph or over-treat him. Oscar Isaac is also here, having dinner with him. You believe they are just friends having dinner together but you don't want to assume anything.

"I don't know what you did, but the manager is calling you. And I'm telling you, he's in a horrible mood." Your coworker speaks close to your ear and you feel butterflies in your stomach. It can only be about the incident with Pascal. You prepare to hear some nonsense.

"If I don't get out of there in five minutes, rescue me. I feel like even my third generation will be insulted today." You say looking at your colleague as if you know you got screwed. She nods her head positively with a look of empathy. You head towards your manager who is standing near the back door, right where the whole incident happened. You're officially screwed.

"Can you explain to me how you cause an accident with a celebrity on the same day that I made it clear that nothing could go wrong?" Your manager says, while you are confused.

"Sir, as much as it seems like it wasn't me who caused the accident. It was a coincidence, nothing more than that." You speak softly, trying to stay calm.

"There are no coincidences in the world of customer service. This is a renowned restaurant, not a corner diner. My team must be impeccable. Your mediocrity offends me to the point that I won't even ask for your advance notice. Remove your things from my establishment and go to HR as soon as possible." Your former manager speaks, with a tone of contempt.

"You are being unfair, I did my best to carry out my tasks with mastery." You speak almost out of despair. This job is all you have.

"What I am or am not is none of your business. Oh, and don't use this work as a reference, I will make it my personal goal to ruin any job opportunity you have." It was at that moment that his emotional shock turned to anger. Resigning is bad, but getting in the way of having another job is too much.

"So if I have nothing left to lose, I'm going to take this opportunity to be very realistic." You speak losing the last bit of control you have over yourself.

"And what are you going to do about it?” He asks, almost mocking your face. You then take the jug of orange juice and throw it at his head.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll leave with the rest of my dignity." You say, turning around and noticing that people in the restaurant have noticed your disagreement with the manager. Everyone's eyes were on the situation you had just been in and you felt embarrassed. You even wondered where Mr. Pascal was, since you hadn't seen him.

"Are you looking for me?" Mr. Pascal speaks behind you, and you jump discretely scared.

"Do you have a habit of surprising others unexpectedly?" You say, composing yourself and walking towards the employee area. Surprisingly Mr. Pascal accompanies you.

"It's not a habit of mine but I think it's happening a lot when it comes to our dates with each other. I apologize if I'm being intrusive." Mr. Pascal speaks sincerely in your tone of voice.

"You don't need to apologize, I may have been rude. This night suddenly turned into chaos." You say it, trying to be as subtle as possible, but the truth is that you're screwed and you can't even hide it.

"I witnessed the scene with your old boss. I must say that despite the waste of a beautiful orange juice, he deserved every drop of that juice." Mr. Pascal speaks, almost containing his laughter, and you feel happy to amuse someone that night.

"Do you need anything, I still work here until I take off my uniform." You say, imagining that he followed you because he needed something.

"Actually, I came to give you something. I know it doesn't make up for your dismissal but I think you You deserve it for your effort." He hands you a piece of paper, more specifically a check.

"Sir. No need to give me a check for the inconvenience, seriously. At the end of the day, this job wasn't the best." You say, trying to return the check but Mr. Pascal doesn't accept it.

"Take it as a tip for causing all this and for you getting fired because of me." Mr. Pascal says, forcing the check into my hands. You smile thinking that you are incredibly lucky of being in the presence of a celebrity that you like but that your boss made you feel as if you were insignificant.

"Thank you, sir. It was an honor to meet you." You say, taking the check and putting it on your uniform, not seeing the amount or anything. Mr. Pascal takes your hand lightly and you feel as if the world stops for that split second in which he held your hand.

"It was my pleasure, I hope that if we meet again, your life will be in a better situation." Mr. Pascal speaks with an unusual kindness, his smile could light up a village but you could only focus on the fact that he was lightly holding your hand. Your hand in his and his hand in yours.

"Good evening, Mr. Pascal." You say it as soon as you can come to your senses. He nods as if accepting my goodnight and then he returns to his table. And you return to your reality.

#pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #fanfic pedro pascal #reader insert

[loserdiaz]

a bunch of prompts i like and want to write/read

pining after your best friend and refusing to admit your feelings but making up ridiculous excuses to spend time together. like seriously, at least come up with a decent excuse, this is just pathetic at this point.

going as each other’s “platonic” date to a mutual friend’s wedding (who are you kidding?)

i just found out i have magic and shit keeps going so wrong and oh god what did i just do to my crush/lover/whatever HOW DO I FIX IT

we work in the same office and you have a goddamn squeaky chair and you wONT FUCKING STOP SQUEAKING IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT ANNOYS ME

I don't think you understand how much your good morning texts legitimately keep me from rotting in bed all day 

my love is your arm stuck in the claw machine. you were going to steal that prize for me?? oh my gosh. let me rescue you and also show you how to actually do this

i just told you i'm a vampire and you're surprisingly okay with this. in fact you're turned out and do you seriously want me to suck your blood while i fuck you? what the fuck is wrong with u?!?!

you just helped me rob a bank and that was so hot, we should make out in the getaway car once the police stops chasing us.

turns out you're my soulmate but you're kind of an asshole and i want to have a serious talk with the universe or the gods or whoever is in charge but then you actually do something nice and sweet for me and fuck, maybe you're not so bad after all. i guess i could spend forever with you or whatever 🙄

i was thinking about how in love with you i am and i texted my best friend to scream about your eyes/arms/thighs/all of the above and WAIT IH FUCK I ACCIDENTALLY TEXTED YOU PLS DON'T READ THIS OH GOD

you just liked a three year old photo of mine on instagram and i didn’t even know you had an account

i thought you hated me but i just accidentally sent you a booty text and you accepted and i am seriously considering it

#prompt list #prompt ideas #otp prompts #otp scenarios #tumblr prompts #prompts scenarios #writing prompts

[ourrechte-blog]

Part 4 of, Funny take on Daddy Danny and DC

After learning the existence of humans with ghost powers, Valerie thought being surprised had ended. Then came the video of Danny Fenton of all people leaping through glass and coming out unharmed in defense of Dani after the latter had screamed for daddy But she's a clone of Phantom. She called out for her father. And Danny Fenton came to her rescue instead of Phantom. After that realization struck her and, in hindsight, Fenton being Phantom became a lot more obvious. As obvious as Victor Frieze being Mr Freeze. Or all the characters in Kim Possible with the punny names Her jaw then fell at Danny's admission of being a time traveler. Though the fact that he kept a working time machine right in his room didn't surprise her as much as it should. He was rather good at hiding in plain sight. Of course the revelation of things made her angry. Danny was Phantom. He blew up her old suit. He got her dad fired. He... was sweet. And a jerk. And her prey. And her ex. And he was never in danger from her enemies. But he will be in danger from her. She will be getting her pound of flesh from him That was why she was in costume and shaking down Tucker. "How many pictures do you have of Danny?" she all but demanded "A lot," he stammered. "I need pictures of Danny Fenton. Preferably shots of him from the back," she told him. She knew how it looks. A ghost hunter asking for what amounts to butt shots of the child of ghost hunters. But she didn't really care. Let the rumors spread. It's not like people will come back to bite her in the butt ------ Valerie inspected the field filled with many dummies, each having a picture of Danny's face or backside, and cocked her gun. And fired at one of them, vaporizing it. "A little too strong there," she muttered before turning down the intensity. "Take your time, Danny," she says to herself. "Take all the time with your daughter. Because once you're back, your butt is mine!" she declared and fired at another dummy, this time lighting it on fire. "This is going to take a while. Good thing I got a lot of targets" ------ "I can't believe you just gave her photos of Danny!" Sam yelled at her friend. "Don't you care what she's going to do with them?" "I'm not worried. She's probably just admiring the view," Tucker says dismissively. "You jealous you didn't ask for photos first?" he teases Sam's only response was to blush before deciding to drag Tucker after Valerie

#danny phantom #valerie gray #misunderstanding #sam manson #tucker foley #time travel #dp #a funny take

[thatbadadvice]

Help! Everyone Can See My Tiddies, And By My Tiddies, I Mean Somebody Else’s Tiddies

The Ethicist, New York Times, 15 November 2022:

I’m proud of my wife and her breastfeeding of my son — I am so glad that they have been able to experience the bonding and health benefits that come with breastfeeding. My concern arises from the fact that my wife has posted photos online of her breastfeeding. These are not photos where everything happens to be conveniently covered up. You can see it all. I understand that my wife’s Instagram accounts are “private,” in that only connections/followers can see posts. These people range from family members, close friends of hers, close friends of mine, acquaintances and business contacts. I have asked her about the photos, and in particular what the thought process was behind posting them. She said that breastfeeding is something she is proud of and wants to share with her contacts.

I can’t claim that I understand the psychology behind posting such things on social media. To me it seems rather show-offy. But it’s part of our culture now, and I don’t need to understand it. I support efforts to normalize breastfeeding in society, but this feels like a step too far. That my friends and family are able to see such explicit photos of my wife makes me uncomfortable. But that alone would not be enough for me to push the issue. My major concern, which I raised with my wife, is that one day our son will be going to school, and school kids can be mean. Is it fair for those photos to live on accounts where parents of other children at the school, connected to my wife, could see the photos? Could this expose our son to unnecessary bullying? My wife’s response is, “Let’s discuss it with our son when he is old enough, and we can make a choice then.” My gut tells me that it would be more appropriate to remove the photos now, and when our son is old enough to discuss the matter with us, they can be posted with his consent at that time. What do you think? Name Withheld

Before we get to anything else: can we just take a moment to celebrate you for once? Because not everyone on earth would be proud of his breastfeeding wife, but you definitely are, and for that, my good sir, you deserve a major award. Humanity has achieved a number of feats over the millennia -- rescuing children from underwater caves, traveling to space, developing antibiotics -- but nothing quite captures our incredible capacity for goodness like a dude who just really thoroughly approves of his wife’s decision to breastfeed. Love to see a man who isn’t so cowed by “our culture” that he’s forced to hide how absolutely fine he is with children eating food.

But it’s “our culture” that is the problem, isn’t it? Sure, there’s nothing wrong with breastfeeding -- as you so eloquently said yourself, it has some upsides that you are gracious enough to be publicly supportive of -- and sure, it’s not a bad idea to normalize breastfeeding, but there’s a line, isn’t there? Surely your wife can find a way to normalize breastfeeding without showing her loved ones how she does it? She’s just over here like, “I’m proud of this and I don’t care what people say?” Feminism has really gone too far. Sure, every woman could use a little more pressure to do something different or better based on what other people think is best or what makes other people more comfortable, but mothers need a triple-dose these days, and your wife is a primo example. Normalizing breastfeeding is great! But there is such a thing as too normal. We can’t just make breastfeeding so normal that people just feel totally comfortable taking pictures of themselves while taking care of their children! What’s next? Universal child care?? Paid parental leave?? STUDENT LOAN FORGIVENESS??????

One appreciates that you’re worried about the very real possibility that, ten years from now, a child from your son’s school will go digging through his parents’ Instagram accounts looking for your wife’s profile and scroll backwards through a decade of her posts to identify his classmate as a baby and alert the local children. Sounds exactly like every fifth-grader I know.

But your concerns are misplaced.

It’s sweet that you’re willing to be so accepting of your wife literally keeping your baby alive by feeding it -- it really does show what a bold, forward-thinking man you are -- but it seems like you’re going out of your way not to name the elephant in the room. Or, really, the two elephants in the room. More aptly, the two elephants on Instagram: tiddies. Your wife is behaving as if her breasts, somehow, belong to her? Let’s just say what we’re all thinking: What is your wife doing putting your tiddies out there on the internet for everyone to see? It would be one thing if she were, as you note, “covered up” in such a way as to obscure literally everything about what she’s doing (a great way to normalize behavior!) but you said it yourself: “you can see it all.” And by “it all,” you mean your personal breasts! Just on display! Willy-nilly! “Show-offy,” if you will! 

It’s time to sit the little lady down for a serious discussion about her life choices -- not breastfeeding, breastfeeding is amazing! could not possibly be more supportive of breastfeeding! make no mistake! -- and ask her if she really thinks it’s appropriate to flaunt her benevolent master’s mammarial property all over the internet. There is a point after which a man must put his foot down to protect his own bodily autonomy -- you cannot allow your wife to just flop your jugs out there all over the internet, showing off Daddy’s fun bags to every Tom, Dick, and Harry! What right does she have to free your nipples? Sweatergod, it’s like one day women were permitted to open credit cards in their own name and then the next day they just lost their entire fucking minds.

Perhaps when your wife gets a little bit older, she will better understand what it means to post photos of her husband’s breasts on social media without his consent.  

#advice #the ethicist #new york times #breastfeeding #parenting #marriage #instagram #social media #the internet #bad advice

[leeenuu]

A view of unidentified graves of civilians and Ukrainian soldiers in a cemetery in the recently retaken area of Izium, Ukraine, Thursday, September 15, 2022 who had been killed by Russian forces near the beginning of the war. A mass grave of Ukrainian soldiers and unknown buried civilians was found in the forest of recently recaptured city of Izium. (AP Photo/Evgeniy Maloletka)

An Ukrainian serviceman stands in a basement which, according to Ukrainian authorities, was used as a torture cell during the Russian occupation, in the retaken village of Kozacha Lopan, Ukraine, Saturday, September 17, 2022. (AP Photo/Leo Correa)

Servicemen pay last respect at the coffin of Olga Simonova, 34, a Russian woman who was killed in the Donetsk region while fighting on Ukraine's side in the war with her native country, in a crematorium in Kyiv, Ukraine, Friday, September 16, 2022. (AP Photo/Roman Hrytsyna)

Houses destroyed and damaged after Russian attack on civilian neighbourhood in the recently retaken area of Izium, Ukraine, Wednesday, September 14, 2022. (AP Photo/Evgeniy Maloletka)

Ukrainian servicemen walk on a field to rescue the body of an Ukrainian soldier in a retaken area near the border with Russia in Kharkiv region, Ukraine, Saturday, September 17, 2022. (AP Photo/Leo Correa)

Experts work during the exhumation of bodies in the recently retaken area of Izium, Ukraine, Friday, September 16, 2022. Ukrainian authorities discovered a mass burial site near the recaptured city of Izium that contained hundreds of graves. It was not clear who was buried in many of the plots or how all of them died, though witnesses and a Ukrainian investigator said some were shot and others were killed by artillery fire, mines or airstrikes. (AP Photo/Evgeniy Maloletka)

A field is covered with craters left by the shelling close to Izium, Kharkiv region, Ukraine, Tuesday, September 13, 2022. Ukrainian troops piled pressure on retreating Russian forces Tuesday, pressing deeper into occupied territory and sending more Kremlin troops fleeing ahead of the counteroffensive that has inflicted a stunning blow on Moscow's military prestige. (AP Photo/Kostiantyn Liberov)

Emergency workers have a rest during the exhumation of bodies in the recently retaken area of Izium, Ukraine, Friday, September 16, 2022. Ukrainian authorities discovered a mass burial site near the recaptured city of Izium that contained hundreds of graves. It was not clear who was buried in many of the plots or how all of them died, though witnesses and a Ukrainian investigator said some were shot and others were killed by artillery fire, mines or airstrikes. (AP Photo/Evgeniy Maloletka)

Residents in a neighborhood collecting water from a well in Kharkiv, Ukraine on Monday, September 12, 2022. (Nicole Tung/The New York Times)

Oleh Semeniuk, looks at a crater created by an explosion from a window of his apartment that was damaged after a Russian attack in a residential area in Kharkiv, Ukraine, Friday, September 16, 2022. "I'm a railway worker and we are made of iron", says the 59-year-old man while standing at the site of an explosion that hit an area near his apartment. (AP Photo/Leo Correa)

Local residents crowd near a car distributing humanitarian aid in the town of Balakliia, recently liberated by Ukrainian Armed Forces, in Kharkiv region, Ukraine, Tuesday, September 13, 2022. (REUTERS/Gleb Garanich)

#war in ukraine #russian world

[dreadfutures]

Loving LUMO: 2018 to Present :)

Just up in my feelings about my dog today. He's doing great! I love my dog! I just wanna talk about him. A lot. :) Like this is looooong.

I got my dog at the end of my senior year of undergrad, after I knew I got into a PhD program. I knew I couldn't make it through alone so I wanted a dog.

When I was young, I wanted a wolf! I wanted big fluffy scary looking dogs. Then I wanted a pretty, fluffy, exotic dog. But as I grew older and actually MET dogs (I didn't have a lot of them in my life before), I realized that those weren't the dog breeds for me. I wanted a dog that fit my lifestyle, but also a dog that NEEDED a home, and love. And I wanted to make an impact, rescuing a breed that was often found in overflowing shelters in the US.

Why coonhounds? **mentions of animal abuse, skip to the next section

In California, shelters are primarily full of huskies, chihuahuas, german shepherds, and pitbulls. Since I didn't know where I was going to live or what the ordinances would be, I reluctantly decided I couldn't get a pitty. Many of the chihuahuas, huskues, and GSDs in shelters have serious health problems, probably coming from puppy mills and unethical breeding situations. I knew that any dog could develop an expensive health condition (foreshadowing) but I wanted to find a breed where that was less likely to happen.

I had read that the less "pretty" working dogs are usually better bred. They're smart, learn quickly, and (many hunting dogs) are content with long lazy seasons on the couch. I also learned that hunting dogs are abused and abandoned after hunting season, especially when people get "hunting breeds" and assume all the complex training of hunting is instinctive--it's not, it must be trained. But these "Defective"/"Failed" hunting dogs are let go to freeze and starve, and shelters can't take all of them. Someone called them the chihuahua of the south lol.

“It is sad when they treat these dogs as ‘tools’ they can throw away, instead of treating them like family members.”

Whether dumped or lost, these hunting dogs end up in local shelters, if they’re lucky. Many times they end up shot, hit by cars, or die of starvation or disease.

Believe me I read up on all the downsides of adopting a rescue vs. getting a purebred puppy from a breeder. I read up on all the downsides of hunting breeds. And even so I knew this was probably going to be a good fit.

I also found Maddie on instagram, who is a gorgeous redtick coonhound and possibly the most well-trained dog in the world. I was convinced and turned to a national Coonhound Rescue that takes coonhounds from the south and moves them across the country to be loved in places where they're not so common.

Finding Lu

I originally did want a female redtick that looked like Maddie, so I put in an application for one. The rescue called me and said they had another dog in mind for me and my lifestyle, "But he has a lot of skin! That means he drools A LOT."

His name was Dallas.

Dallas is a handsome 2 year old American English Coonhound being fostered in [city]. He enjoys the simple life and loves nothing more than a warm, comfy place to sleep. He is housetrained, cratetrained and leashtrained; also good in the car. He would do well in a home with slightly older children and would make an excellent companion. This boy wants a loving and consistent family or person to show him how great his life can be. He weighs about 55 lbs and also does well with cats and other dogs.

This is the photo I was sent. :) I fell in love. This was going to be my dog! MY DOG. My first dog. Mine.

I was told he had been found on the streets, emaciated and sick, and that he had become an absolute counter surfer and couch potato in his foster home. And he could climb 10 ft fences if he saw a cat lol. They said he had "anxiety," but as I learned it was severe, severe PTSD from abuse.

I was originally going to name him Mo. For "Mopey." He had the saddest brown eyes and emo eyeliner, it seemed to fit. But "Mo" sounds a lot like "No!" and I soon realized they weren't kidding about hounds being independent and strong-willed. I still wanted "Mo" to be part of his name, but decided on LUMO as a chemistry reference since it was very relevant to my subfield I was going into. So he became "Lu."

The very first day I took him home, he had explosive diarrhea all over the car and there were no dog bathing places taking walk ins, so I had to haul his 35 pounds of skin and bones into the bath. Intense bonding experience to be sure.

He was so, so skinny. You can see in the photos how knobby his tail is, and how you can count his spine, and how all his ribs and his hips stick out. People would come up to me at restaurants and YELL at me "don't you FEED YOUR DOG?????? how can you be so cruel?" as if there wasn't a possibility that I was rescuing an emaciated and abused dog?

I thought he was skinny because of his past on the streets, and I think that was part of it for sure. But what I learned was that he wasn't just having digestive issues because he was "adjusting to his kibble" -- he's actually allergic to chicken, and he was on a chicken diet.

He was losing a lot of weight from the diarrhea, and he was SO itchy, and he had constant infections in those big, soft ears. We did a lot of elimination to figure out his allergies and he's actually allergic to a lot of things, but chicken is by far the worst.

As soon as I switched him to salmon, he started gaining weight really well, shooting up to a healthy 50 pounds. He also stopped getting constant ear infections!

The trauma

So the thing about Lu is that he isn't just "anxious." Anxious doesn't describe him:

He was terrified of blond men with sunglasses. Like just wanted to melt into the ground and phase through walls levels of terrified. My best friend and room mate was a blond man who wore sunglasses all the time. Fortunately he had grown up on an Estate with a whole bunch of working dogs and was so good at helping me get him over his fear. He was afraid of strangers in general, but none as much as blond and bald guys.

He was GREAT on leash from the start! But randomly, he would just...stop. Freeze, plant his feet, stare glassy-eyed into the distance at nothing at all. Nothing in particular triggered it. Not sounds, not anything I could identify in common. Just sometimes...he'd just freeze and shut down. I had to carry him sometimes as far as a football field to get home. Often it was right in the middle of the street. :( After ten or so minutes of staring, he would come-to, and he would sit down and look around all disoriented.

Also I had been warned about how some dogs "pull" on leash. It turns out that most people are talking about pulling...ahead. And training a dog who pulls ahead is WAY different than a dog who tries to pull backwards. Lu was so skinny that he could slip out of his harness, no matter what size of his harness. I quickly learned there was no tying him off and going into restaurants by myself, because he could EASILY chew through any leash in a few seconds, and he could slip right out of his harness and just DIP. But even on walks, during his PTSD flashback moments, he could pull back so hard his arms would come up by his head and he'd just noodle out of his harness.

He was terrified of stairs. Going up and down. My bedroom was on the second floor. The beach was down a steep flight of stairs.

He had no idea how to play with other dogs at all.

He was scared of grass. It was as if he had never stepped on grass before and thought it was lava. I'm suspicious that he might have been trapped in a concrete outdoor dog run or kennel for most of his young life.

He had persistent UTIs... and he counter surfed and ate a whole stick of butter, and went into acute pancreatic failure.

He had some sort of paw trauma. it was impossible to touch his paws, let alone clip his nails. No matter how skinny and weak he was, it took more than 5 people to hold him down long enough to clip his nails. He was terrible at the groomers. Dremels weren't any betters.

Pretty early on I had to settle for "progress" over "perfect."

We took baby steps together. From May to August, he became so much more outgoing. He fell in love with my two tall blond sunglasses guy friends. He started learning to get excited about toys. And we developed a routine so he wouldn't destroy my room when I left him alone.

I had to respect that he definitely, 100%, always knew what I wanted him to do when I gave him commands. And when he refused and said "No," there was no food, no toy, no incentive I could give him to get him to do it. At least not that time.

When I first moved to grad school that September, I had a lot of people in my cohort come over to my apartment. Lu hid under my bed the whole time and wouldn't take any treats to coax him out. We lay a whole pack of turkey in front of him and he wouldn't come out. :(

But within a few months, he had a growing circle of human friends that he was comfortable with. And honestly even by October of that year, if a new stranger came to the apartment, all they had to do was get up on the couch and offer him a Merrick toothbrush treat and he'd be in their lap.

Here he is with his companion cube in early 2019. He loved that suede couch lol.

Health issues :(

So because he ate a whole stick of butter and went into acute pancreatitis, we started monitoring his blood levels. They got better after treatment--but never back to "normal." They remained at the "hmm this looks like renal failure, Cirrhosis, or hepatopathy" levels, which was weird, because he was constantly getting happier and acting healthier every day!!

Eventually a vet suggested we see an internal medicine specialist. Turns out.... Lu's liver is like. Tiny. Like puppy sized. He has had this disease since he was a baby, which is why he's never known he was sick lol.

After about 9k of imaging and stains and biopsies, we learned:

He has copper hepatopathy, which today my new vet's jaw dropped as a like "WOW we HEARD about this in vet school but I've NEVER actually seen it! It's so rare!"

His liver is tiny, full of fibrosis, cirrhotic, tons of remodeling (in the bad way). His liver is ORANGE from how much copper is in it. The damage is completely irreversible. I have a copy of the biopsy & lab results and I can just imagine the scientist at the research institute they sent the samples off to, their voice as they wrote this report. It screams "HOW IS THIS DOG ALIVE?"

I just find it so funny, as another analytical scientist.

The other funny thing is that they prescribed him chelation therapy to help him get better (it didn't help and he doesn't get worse without it, so we have since stopped that; it was expensive). My PhD thesis is in metal chelation lolololol of Ni, Co, Cu. lololol

So that was an expensive process. He has to have a prescription low-copper diet, which has stopped most of his symptoms of this disease, and we have to do expensive blood tests to make sure he doesn't get worse.

And then he became a sock eater.

He passed the first few. Then he got sick. With the vet's help, he was able to pass it without surgery. And then the next time, it was life or death.

The vet I went to was so unethical and immoral but it was my only fucking option. I wouldn't have my dog here if my best friend at the time hadn't been wealthy enough to give me the 13k I needed on the spot, in cash, to save my dog's life with surgery.

In the hospital, the fucking awful vets:

claimed to use dissolving stitches. I don't think they did; I still feel them! 4 years later!!!

let him get a skin infection all over his body that made his paws swell up and bleed, and his paw pads fall off and bleed. It was terrifying. And cost me more money of course. It was so evil. He still has scarring all over his legs from it where fur hasn't grown back :(

He has bad teeth but according to the vet "not the worst! :)"

He expresses his glands in his sleep sometimes. UGHHHH they don't tell you that about dogs lol.

He still is terrible for claws. It's been worse and worse lately, to the point where I worry about how long his nails are and whether it will be bad for his joints. But it's the only thing he's really ever been aggressive for. :( I really worry about him. I have trained him to scratch a board of sandpaper to file them down, but they get sharp that way too lol.

Progress, not perfect. He lets me give him paw massages and check his nails and manhandle him, but just. Not clippers or dremel. :( Not there yet.

Anyway, he has been super healthy for many years now. He's got lumps and bumps and skin tags. The vet thinks he's about 9 years old, and definitely a senior. ;_; <3

Things I Love about LUMO

His ears are, I'm not kidding, the softest material in the world. And so warm. He loves it when I stick my finger in his ear and tickle his brain. He loves an armpit scratch. His tail used to be like, stuck, in such a sad position and I never thought he'd wag his tail and now it waves high all the time.

They told me he would probably never be a dog who plays. But when I got him, within a few weeks, I found the puppy inside of him. He runs like a silly rocking horse, completely uncoordinated and flopsy. He'll do fetch. He loves surgically disemboweling stuffed animals. He throws around his XTREME CHEW PLASTIC ANTLER and plays fetch with it with me.

He has several "spots" where I can get his leg thumping when I scratch him. He loves to be wrapped up in a burrito of blankets and sit in a sunbeam.

He leans on me and looks up at me with those big brown eyes and there's no fear or sadness in them anymore it's just sweetness and silliness.

He is so smart. He's attended a bunch of PhD level classes, and he's developed his own language. He's so smart. He knows how to tell me what he wants, he knows the rules and knows how to push them right up to the limit. He loves his sweaters. He will tell me what he wants by tapping on things with his paw. He knows that if I hold out my left hand it's to hold his paw and do a shake. If I hold out my right hand it means wait. He knows that the camera I have can see him and he'll knock it over so he can do mischief.

He loves his velvet chaise lounge. He loves his memory foam ultrasoft velvet bed. He loves his goose down comforter. He loves to sit on my pillow and fart. He basks in sunbeams and curls up in a tiny tiny little ball and he shrimps and sucks on his toes. He's basically a cat. He doesn't really want to go on walks, he pulls me back inside as soon as he's done his business. Except for when we have company--he loves walking with a pack of people.

When he talks to me, like just having a conversation, he sounds like a seal. Like a tortured seal. Or like a crying baby. He's never really figured out how to be a dog or sound like a real dog but we understand each other that's what matters.

He absolutely takes advantage of this to complain when I am not giving him what he wants. He'll roll over on the ground like a drama queen and wail and cry like I'm abusing him and it's because I'm across the room holding a pork chop that's just for me.

Today in the car he was WAILING like a seal, which usually means "LET ME OUT I NEED TO POOP" but after 3 or 4 tries to walk him, he made it clear that what he ACTUALLY meant was "PEDAL TO THE METAL GIRLS LET'S GO WHY AREN'T WE MOVING WHY IS THERE NO WIND ON MY FACE OR FLAPPING IN MY EARS MOOOOOOOOOVE."

For a while he was 69 pounds (NICE) but he's back to 64 lol. He stays between 63-70 pretty much depending on how active he is.

Anyway I have been reminiscing a lot because I figured it was time to add him to the "happy endings" page on the rescue website and I was going down memory lane.

Looking at the photo I took on the day I brought him home, and a photo I took last month, you can see his white face is spreading.

The defined white bit on his nose that whispers between his eyes has now spread to both his eyebrows, and his cheeks are getting quite white. But his eyes are bright and his ears are perked up and he is safe and warm and loved and stinky and soft. He gets fresh treats all the time (he loooooves celery, and pears, and sometimes carrots and sweet potatoes. and tortilla chips. and salmon oil.). He loves his prescription kibble and our routine. He has lovely friends and lovely car rides and he is just the best dog I could have asked for in my life when I got him and every day.

I've had to be so patient and calm and kind even when I was scared and angry, with his stress and his ptsd and his destructiveness and messiness. All he deserves and needs is love and he knows what's wrong and what isn't, sometimes he just can't help himself, and we move on together. He made sure I had a reason to come home and not sleep in lab during my PhD. He made sure I had a reason to get out of bed during my PhD.

And now we're just living our best lives together. :)

#personal #loving lumo #dogs of tumblr #idk if that's a thing #rescue dog #coonhound

[gunilslaugh]

Hiii!! I remembered a while back there was an ask about mafia!xdh. If you're willing to write the idea still, could you write a mafia!xdh where you are in a mafia with the boys, but you get kidnapped by another group, and the boys have to come save you??

Thank you for all the hard work you do! Hope life is treating you well :))

Hello. I hope life is treating you well too!!

Mafia Xdinary Heroes

Summary: You got kidnapped by a rival group and now Xdinary Heroes have to come to your rescue. 

WC:~1.4k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Everything was going according to plan. Gunil and Seungmin are inside taking care of business. Jiseok and Jooyeon are being the distraction. You and Hyeingjun are the lookouts and Jungsu is ready as the getaway driver. It all looked like today's mission was going to be a smooth run. 

That was until the ambush broke out. Members of Xdinary Heroes rival group Stray Kids appeared and started attacking from all sides. 

“We’ve been ambushed,” Hyeongjun alerted everyone through the ear pieces you were all wearing. Just as you and Hyeongjun were about to spring from your hidden locations you felt a severe pain in your head and it all went black. 

You woke up with a massively throbbing head. Trying to lift one of your hands to hold your throbbing head only to discover that they’re tied behind your back to a chair. Then you felt a cold sensation pressing onto your head. Felix walked around, now standing in front of you. He gave you a sad smile as he held the ice pack to your head.

“It was Changbin wasn’t it?” you questioned. Referring to the one who knocked you out. 

“A traitor like you deserves it,” Changbin spat. He comes to approach where you're confined to the chair.

“I’m not a traitor, not exactly,” you refuted. 

“Really?” Changbin scoffed. “You used to work with us. Now you’re working with them. That sounds like a traitor to me.” His voice was filled with nothing but hate. “How could you give a traitor an ice pack?” he scolds Felix and yanks the ice pack from his hand. 

“That’s enough Chnagbin,” Chan ordered as he entered the room. “Like you said they used to be one of us. How could Felix not still care about his old partner?” Chan took the ice pack from Changbin and handed it back over to Felix, who placed it back on your head. Felix really was too kind. It’s hard to believe someone like him worked in the mafia business. Meanwhile some guilt panged in your chest at Chan’s words. 

“I meant it when I said I wanted out. That I just wanted to live a normal life,” you stated. 

“I know and you did, until you encountered a bleeding man in the alleyway behind your shop.” Of course Chan knew everything. “Jungsu just roped you right back in didn’t he?” His tone became condescending. 

“He reminded me of Felix,” you looked down at your lap. You could feel Felix’s gaze on you, but you didn’t have the courage to meet it. “I never told them about you guys though. That I used to be a Stray Kids member.” You looked back up. 

“That’s funny since you’re here right now.” Chan chuckled. 

“What?” you asked confused. 

“Xdinary Heroes got a hold of top secret information. Information only you could have told them. I never wanted to believe that you could betray us like that y/n, but there isn't any other explanation.” Chan’s tone turned bitter.

“Chan, I swear I didn’t say anything!” you pleaded. 

“I really want to believe that y/n, but I guess it’s time to find out how much you mean to Xdinary Heroes.” Chan pats one of your knees before leaving the room and motioning for the others to follow him. 

“Chan, I really didn’t! There has to be another reason! Chan! Chan!” you called after him, but he didn’t turn back. “Felix!” You tried out of desperation. He only gave you a disheartened look before leaving, closing the door behind him. Leaving you alone with your pounding head and tied to a chair.

Meanwhile back at Xdinary Heroes headquarters they were planning on how they were going to rescue you.

“It’s all my fault.” Hyeongjun was beating himself up about not being able to keep you safe. 

“No it’s not and we’re gonna get them back, so it’ll be ok,” Jungsu tried to reassure him. All of their phones simultaneously went off with a text from an unknown number. It was a picture of you tied to a chair, still knocked out. “Y/n or flash drive make your decision by six o’clock pm” was the corresponding text. 

“I spent months hacking to get that information! We can’t just give it up can we?” Jiseok questions. 

“If it comes down to it we will, but not without a fight. Will find a way to get y/n back and keep the flash drive,” Gunil declared. Together they all worked together to hatch a plan under the operation name “Save Y/n”. 

Xdinary Heroes arrived outside of the Stray Kids headquarters at precisely five thirty-six pm. Almost as if Chan was expecting them he was there to greet them at the entrance. 

“Certainly you guys aren’t just gonna hand over the flash drive,” Chan insinuated. 

“Not without getting y/n back first,” Gunil stated. 

“Then come get them,” Chan challenged, stepping aside. Xdinary Heroes knew once they step through the entryway they’d be stepping into a warzone, but they were prepared to fight. It was eerily quiet, only the sounds of their footsteps hitting the concrete below their feet. They stopped walking once they rounded a corner and found you tied to a chair. Changbin stood tauntingly behind you, arms resting over your shoulders, spinning his gun around his finger. 

“Flash drive or…” Changbin lifts his gun to your temple, clicking off the safety. Xdinary Heroes exchanged glances before Jiseok pulled something from his pocket.

“Fine I hacked you before I can just do it again,” he sassed before throwing the object in his hand across the floor. Changbin walked away from you to retrieve it.Hyeongjun rushed over to your side quickly untying the ropes and setting you free. 

“We got to go quickly, the flash drive is only a decoy,” Hyeongjun whispered to you. You guys made it out of the room but not out the entrance before Chan was shouting. 

“Stop them, this is a fake!” The sound of bullets began to ring through the air. Hyeongjun and you took cover behind a pillar. Hyeongjun handed you a spare gun he carried on him, but you knew it was no use. You couldn’t shoot any Stray Kids member. You still cared about them. Even if they viewed you as a traitor. You could not take part in harming them. 

HONK HONK the sound of a car horn caught your attention. It was Jungsu, all you had to do was make it to the van. Make it to the van. Make it to the van. You repeated the mantra of words over and over in your head. You were almost out when you heard the shout. 

“Watch out!” It wasn’t for you. It was Jisung shouting at Felix. A bullet was heading right for him and without even thinking you jumped in the way, getting shot in your shoulder blade. 

“Y/n!” Hyeongjun and Felix shouted at the same time. They both came to your side as you fell, clutching your shoulder in pain. Chan raised his hand signaling for a cease of fire and Gunil did the same.

“Why did you do that?” Felixed cried. Hyeongjun was wondering the exact same thing, so were the other Xdinary Heroes members. 

“Because they still care about their old partner,” someone said. It was Gunil. Of course Gunil knew everything. He was a leader after all. It’s a leader's job to know about their members. The Xdinary members looked at Gunil in disbelief. 

“This is fitting for a traitor isn’t it? It’s what I deserve,” your voice was barely above a whisper. Felix shook his head while crying, so did Hyeongjun. “Why are you two crying? I got shot in the shoulder blade. I'm not gonna die.”

“I say we call a truce,” Gunil suggested. “I mean my member got shot for one of yours,” he reasoned.

“Let’s take it a step further. Let’s become alliances or merge even. We kidnapped y/n because we thought they betrayed us by telling you our top secret information. Turns out you just got one heck of a hacker on your team,” Chan said. A proud smile made its way onto Jiseok’s face. Gunil thought for a moment before sticking out his hand. Chan stuck out his own and they shook on it. Xdinary Heroes and Stray Kids became one. 

Many months later the two groups are leading the Mafia world. You, Hyeongjun and Felix have become an unstoppable trio, after your shoulder healed. Jooyeon, Jiseok and Minho brought pure chaos. Of course having two Seungmin’s doubled the fun and when they plotted together, whoever is on the receive end should be scared. Jungsu, Hyunjin, Jisung, Changbin and Jeongin were key to carrying out missions. Gunil and Chan couldn’t be more proud of their members.

(I feel like this somehow ended up being more stray kids centric? oops)

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh gunil #xh jungsu #xh gaon #xh jiseok #xh o.de #xh ode #xh junhan #xh hyeongjun #xh seungmin #xh jooyeon #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #xdinary heroes fanfic

[reidsaurora]

POV: Your Instagram If You Were Dating Spencer Reid (part four: aesthetics edition)

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yn.yln your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me <3

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bbygirlpg my fav lovebirds 🦢🤍

missgreenaway the caption's cute 😉

↳ yn.yln you heard it here first, folks! @/missgreenaway is a directioner

↳ missgreenaway @/yn.yln this acc is a stan acc tbh

jenjareau stop, the fact that his hand practically swallows yours 😭✋🏻

↳ yn.yln 🎥 caught JJ crying in 4K

↳ jenjareau @/yn.yln it's that time of the month ok 🤧

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yn.yln a sleepy pup 🥺

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reiditandweep I miss her 😭

↳ yn.yln we miss you too!! 😭 have fun spending time with Mama Reid tho 🥰

aaronhotch "i wanna meet her!" - Jack

↳ yn.yln hold on, we're otw 🚘🏃‍♀️

↳ aaronhotch @/yn.yln what does otw mean

↳ emprentiss @/aaronhotch why are u such an old man

↳ aaronhotch @/emprentiss @/yn.yln ... so no one's gonna tell me what it means?

kcallahan what a cutie!!! me, Meg, and CJ wanna meet her soon!

↳ yn.yln we'd love to have you! 🥰

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yn.yln "we never realize how frozen we are until someone starts to melt our ice" - Bridgett Devoue

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reiditandweep you surely melted the ice in my heart... because you're so hot 😌

↳ morgan.derek damn, pretty boy got moves

↳ doclewis ✨️ew✨️

↳ yn.yln awww, i love you, lover boy ☺️

bbygirlpg such a cute picture! i wonder who took it 😉

↳ yn.yln 📸 credit: @/bbygirlpg

dralexblake aww, you two are adorable!!

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yn.yln you got me spinning 🎡

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missgreenaway tell me why i read that to the tune of "my humps" by the black eyed peas

↳ yn.yln 💃 she got me spendin, spending all your money on me and spending time on me 💃

reiditandweep it makes my head spin every time i try to comprehend how i got so blessed with you 😘

emprentiss i hate being sappy but this is such a cute photo of you guys

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yn.yln hot girl walk featuring miss minnie

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reiditandweep i had to rescue Minnie about 15 seconds after this was taken because @/yn.yln tripped on a crack and almost took Minnie with her

↳ yn.yln stop exposing me

lukealvez so when's the pup playdate happening

↳ yn.yln aldgsksgakgdks any time pls i'd sob

thedavidrossi i might as well hop on the bandwagon. when can uncle dave come visit her?

↳ yn.yln any time you'd like, uncle dave 🥺

↳ emprentiss @/yn.yln tell me why i'm obsessed with the idea of rossi hanging out with a puppy?

↳ yn.yln @/emprentiss an interaction i was not expecting but definitely one i needed

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yn.yln all i need are you and sunsets ☀️

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reiditandweep all i need are you and coffee 😌

↳ emprentiss and sugar. don't forget the 26 teaspoons of sugar for the coffee.

↳ reiditandweep @/emprentiss i don't use THAT much sugar

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep u do tho

thedavidrossi can it be? the kid isn't wearing mismatch socks?

↳ yn.yln technically they were still mismatched since they were two different brands

missgreenaway feat. his long ass legs

↳ reiditandweep STOP BULLYING MY LEGS 😭✋🏻

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yn.yln hot couple crossing 🛑

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dralexblake i love how artsy this is 🥰❤️

morgan.derek hot couple crossing? well, me and Sav better get down there asap

↳ yn.yln y'all are pretty hot 😌

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln cheating on me with my best friend right in front of me? smh

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep LMAO U GOT JOKES NOW??

bbygirlpg my fav hot couple 😍 (sorry @/morgan.derek)

↳ morgan.derek the betrayal smh

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yn.yln i heart u 😚🫶

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reiditandweep i heart u too 🤗❤

↳ doclewis i don't heart these sappy comments

↳ yn.yln @/doclewis i heart how ur just here to bully me and Spencer

jenjareau beautiful sunset and a beautiful couple!

kcallahan this is cute and all but we want more pup pics

↳ yn.yln check the work family gc 🤪

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yn.yln big girl tried the swings today 🥺🥲

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bbygirlpg shut up, she's so cute

reiditandweep i love how you're treating her like a toddler

↳ yn.yln she's our toddler shhh

lukealvez i was looking at this with Roxy beside me and she started wagging her tail when she looked at

↳ yn.yln alsgalsgaksgsj stop 😭

aaronhotch i see she's wearing the collar Jack gifted you guys 😂

↳ yn.yln we love it!! he did a great job at picking it out!

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yn.yln something tells me i'm gonna love him forever #eatdrinkandbemarreid

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bbygirlpg you don't know how hard it was to keep this secret 😭 i'm so excited for you guys!! you're gonna make a beautiful bride!

↳ yn.yln definitely a surprise! thanks for snapping so many beautiful pictures of us!

kcallahan STOP!!! THE HASHTAG 😭

↳ yn.yln i came up with it all on my own 😭

thedavidrossi congrats, kids! let's hope it lasts longer than my marriages 😶

↳ yn.yln LMAO WE'RE PLANNING ON IT

aaronhotch congratulations, you two! you were made for each other. i can't wait to see what your marriage journey has in store 💒

↳ yn.yln is anyone else seeing this -

↳ emprentiss @/yn.yln it looks like Hotch showing emotions but i don't believe it

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln @/emprentiss i think my brain just exploded trying to comprehend Hotch being nice

thesimmonsfam congrats, you guys!! married life is the best, you're gonna love it! - K.

↳ yn.yln thank you so much, Kristy! i def know who to come to if we ever need advice 🥰

reiditandweep the easiest decision i've ever had to make! i can't wait to spend forever with you, my darling 😘💕

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i have a few things to address 💀

(1) the comments on this one kinda suck bc i was struggling with them 🤣 idk if i'm getting burnout or what but these comments are awful 💀

(2) idk if i wrote Kristy accurately bc i actually haven't met her yet 😶 so if i wrote her inaccurately, pls tell me

(3) you'll notice that Kate said "me, Meg, and CJ" and that is bc... i headcanon that Kate gave birth to a boy and CJ stands for "Chris Jr" after her husband 🤣

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The Fae Elements, Part 2 - The Others

Summary: After a tough day in court Sage is attacked on her way to her car. She is rescued by several fae and wakes up in their stronghold. Buck tells her more about the fae world.

Length: 5.6 K

Characters: Sage, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Buck, Maria.

Warnings: Sam and Steve say too much, violence causing injury, talk of attitudes towards women including some condescension.

Author notes: AI images created by the author using Microsoft Copilot in Designer mode.

<<Part 1

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It had been a week since I last saw James Barnes. There had been no further contact with him, but I had noticed at several of my appearances in court, two other men in attendance. Both of them were distinct in appearance, strong featured, and like Barnes, with scents that identified them as being fae. One of them, a tall blond with broad shoulders, took notes as I asked questions of the CEO of that logging company that had actually ventured over a national park boundary during a clear cut, cutting down an old growth stand, as well as damaging the habitat.

In my request for an injunction, I wanted all logging in that area to cease immediately. Justin Hammer, the CEO, claimed it was a GPS error that sent them over the boundary and would not be repeated. I found it difficult to believe that a billion-dollar company, working in such a sensitive area, couldn’t afford better equipment. When he said it was the best, I asked him for the brand and model. With a wave of his hand, Hammer smirked, as if dismissing my question as unimportant.

“I wouldn’t expect someone like you to understand how GPS works,” he replied. “It’s very complicated to a lay person.”

“Someone like me?” I repeated. “I’m an experienced camper and hiker who regularly goes into the mountains using GPS. I’ve never become lost and have always been able to find my way in and out. Is it because I’m a lawyer, or perhaps because I’m a woman, that you think it’s too complicated? Which is it, Mr. Hammer?”

He looked nervously at the judge. “Well, you don’t look like someone who would go camping. You’re in heels and wearing a business suit.”

“You’re also in a business suit and your shoes look a lot more expensive than mine,” I commented. “Does that make you more of an expert? Which GPS units do your crews use?”

“I would have to look that up,” he finally admitted.

“Would you like the court to recess so you can get that information?” I glared at him.

“Yeah, that would be good,” he said, as his lawyer began shaking his head. “Could we recess?”

The judge was not amused and frowned at him as he spoke to the man.

“Mr. Hammer, you were aware that you would be questioned extensively on how your logging machinery ended up a mile inside the national park boundary, caught in the act of felling a stand of trees that were several hundred years old. I would have thought a man in your position would have brought that information with him, especially if you’re going with GPS error as your excuse.”

“Well, I wasn’t … that is to say, I was led to believe that we would get a slap on the wrist,” he replied, while his lawyer looked like he wanted to sink into the floor. “It was an honest mistake.”

I brought out a stack of photos, offering them to the judge.

“Your honour, I would like to submit a series of photographs, showing the positioning of signs along the boundary of the park in question. They are placed every half mile, indicating that it is the boundary and if anyone crosses into the park, they are subject to the laws protecting the resources in those parks. Hunting, logging, and mining are expressly forbidden. We have photographs showing several of these signs knocked over and left in the clear-cut areas. It appears Mr. Hammers’ crews didn’t even bother to remove the evidence that they knocked the signs over as they continued their operations into the park. I move for an immediate injunction against any further logging in the area by Mr. Hammer’s company, and that a fine be levied for the destruction of the trees and the habitat they stood on.”

I passed the photographs to the judge as the other lawyer had already received them during discovery. I was really pissed off at this Hammer guy, as I knew that they had adequate GPS equipment, that would show them exactly where they were. The signs were also very visible and should have been obeyed without question. Instead, they ran roughshod over the sensitive natural areas. The park’s naturalists were still cataloguing the damage to the habitat, but it was extensive.

“I’m inclined to agree with you, Ms. Hawthorne,” said the judge. “I hereby grant the injunction. The fine to be levied will be determined after the extent of the damage has been catalogued. Mr. Hammer, if you want to be taken seriously in this court, I suggest you and your legal representative come prepared with more than assumptions. Court is now recessed to allow the next case to prepare their presentations.”

We all rose as the judge vacated the bench and retired to his office. As I gathered my files, placing them into my briefcase, I became aware of a presence behind me, as another scent reached my nostrils. The scent was pleasant, reminding me of warm breezes, as odd as that sounds.

“Ms. Hawthorne,” said a voice and I turned around to see the second man, a handsome man with an engaging smile. He offered me his hand to shake. “Sam Wilson.”

“You’re with Gaia Life, aren’t you?” I asked, as I had recalled seeing the name after I did some more research on them.

“I am,” he confirmed. “My colleague and I were sitting in on your case today. We were both impressed.”

The blond man was still making notes but looked up and smiled at me. His scent was subtle but reminded me of the ocean. Finishing his last sentence, he closed his notebook and stood up, approaching me.

“Steve Rogers,” he said, as he shook my hand. “You were impressive.”

“I was doing my job,” I said. “May I ask why you’re here?”

They looked at each other, and I got the distinct sense that they could speak without using their voices.

“Our CEO recommended we observe you in action,” said Rogers. “I believe you had dinner with Mr. Barnes last week.”

“I did, but haven’t heard anything from him since,” I replied. “I was under the impression our business together was finished.”

“About that,” said Wilson. “Mr. Barnes was called away to an emerging situation in another location which is why he hasn’t contacted you. We were tasked with reporting back to him on the status of this case and another one you will be continuing this afternoon.”

“Yes, HYDRA Mining,” I stated. “The pollution they’re getting away with is criminal.”

“What do you know of them?” Rogers looked steadily at me. “Mr. Barnes has concerns.”

“About my approach or the strength of the case?”

“For your safety,” said Wilson. “Sorry to be so blunt, but we’re kind of here to make sure you’re not in any danger.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. HYDRA did have some deep political connections but the runoff from tailing ponds in their mine just outside a national park had made its way into some sensitive fish spawning habitats, causing a significant drop in the viability of that fish population. Not only that, but the tributary they had polluted fed into a larger river system which was a major water source for several populated areas. People could become ill and perhaps die from the effects of that runoff.

“Why would Mr. Barnes think I’m in danger?” I looked at the pair, who again seemed to have a moment of nonverbal communication between them, almost debating what they could tell me. “I know what Mr. Barnes is. He was quite open with me during our meal together. Do you have a similar background?”

They looked at each other again, obviously surprised by my admission.

“We’re princes in his council,” said Rogers. “My responsibility is for the waterways while Sam deals with air quality.”

“Elements,” I said, impulsively. “You’re not just fae, you represent the classical elements. Mr. Barnes is forest, which is the earth, you’re water and Mr. Wilson is air. Who is fire?” I said it rather facetiously.

“Fire is an unencumbered element,” said Rogers, being quite serious. “She is not part of the fae council, as she is both dark and light, capable of causing destruction but also acting as a catalyst for life under certain circumstances. Fire provides light, warmth, and comfort but also death if it is not respected. If you wish to meet her, we can arrange it. She would be a formidable ally for us if HYDRA chose to act against you. She has her own issues with them.”

I wasn’t expecting to receive such an answer to my comment that I considered more of a joke, but apparently things in the fae world were taken much more seriously. I looked at my watch, having two hours until I had to return to the courtroom for the HYDRA hearing.

“We have time to go to my office and talk,” I said. “I’m not sure why Mr. Barnes thinks I need your protection, but I’ll let you make your case.”

They gazed at each other again, and frankly, it was already bothering me, then Wilson must have realized it was because he nodded his head.

“I apologize,” he said. “We’re so used to working closely together that we often dispense with audible conversation. It wasn’t our intention to ignore you. Let’s just say that you are an intangible element, like love, one whose essence can be overlooked as unimportant. But you are important, not just to Mr. Barnes, but to many more, both fae and human.” I must have looked confused. “You are truth, Ms. Hawthorne. It shines out of you like a beacon. To the fae like us, you are as important as any element, known or unknown. To those who worship the darkness, you shine a light on their evil that reveals them to the world. They curse you when you shine brightest, then wait for your gaze to look elsewhere, using the darkness to perform foul deeds.”

“You’re for real,” I said, sighing. “You believe this completely.”

“You’re a descendant of Lilith,” replied Rogers. “Your element is the moon. The ancient mortal men who wrote about you claimed you were the evil one who worked in the darkness but the fae knew otherwise. You spoke truth and shone a light upon the darkness, just like the moon. It is why you must be mated to the earth, to Buck … James Barnes.”

“Out,” I said, pointing to the door of the courtroom. “I’m not doing this. I’m not a beacon of truth. I’m an environmental lawyer who is passionate about my job. Tell Mr. Barnes that I don’t need his protection as no one in their right mind would believe all of this mystical mumbo jumbo that you just spouted. Coming from him, it sounded so poetic and romantic, but you guys are taking it a little too far. Leave me alone.” They spoke silently to each other again, with a worried look on their faces. “I mean it … don’t come back here. I don’t want to see either of you here again.”

Reluctantly, they left, and I sat down on the chair at the desk. I really should have been more sceptical of James Barnes. It was obvious to me now that he was the leader of some new age cult, using Gaia Life as their front. After turning him down, he sent those two acolytes to keep an eye on me, obviously hoping that somehow, they could convince me of my divinity, or whatever it was they wanted me to think. I had worked too hard to get to where I was. Being associated with a cult of any kind, even one with an environmental interest, would remove all validity to my position. It would make me a laughingstock and I would never be able to appear in a courtroom again.

After about twenty minutes I stepped outside the courtroom and didn’t see my two admirers, so I headed to the café in the building, needing to grab something to eat as the afternoon session was going to take all of my concentration.

Four hours later, I sat at the same desk in the courtroom, frustrated beyond belief at what had transpired in the HYDRA Mining hearing. All of my evidence had been presented, then the lawyer for HYDRA, Alexander Pierce, had poked holes in every piece of information, reducing my argument to pieces. Somehow, he had raised enough doubt that the mine was the source of the pollution, claiming that the toxins were naturally present in the watershed, a product of millions of years of weathering and land upheavals that had exposed underground deposits laced with multiple sources of the toxins. They had found the same toxins further upriver than where their mine was, claiming they were actually helping the environment by encasing them in state-of-the-art tailings ponds. He was very convincing, and I was given another month to come up with new evidence or face having the injunction dismissed.

It was disappointing and I decided to go home. It was late, I was tired, my feet and back hurt, and I just wanted to eat something, then lie in a hot bath for an hour, with soft music playing, before trying to sleep away my frustration. Outside in the dark it was threatening to rain, and I hoped it held off long enough for me to get to my car. A few rumbles of thunder in the distance promised a thunderstorm later, which I preferred to watch from my windows. Just before I reached my car a man walking towards me drew my attention. He was dressed in dark clothing, wearing a hoodie that covered his face. Just the way he walked made me uneasy, as his stride was aggressive. Trying not to stare, I kept my stance strong and focused on my car which was visible. As he passed me, I heard him turn then he grabbed me from behind and placed something cold and metallic into the side of my neck.

“I don’t carry cash,” I said automatically. “If you want my car, you can take it.”

His raspy voice grated against my ear, releasing a sulphurous smell that almost made me gag. “My master wants to talk to you, Ms. Hawthorne. We’re going to take a ride.”

For good measure he pressed the item further into my neck. I nodded and heard a vehicle approach from behind us, the sound of a sliding door reaching my ears. The next thing I knew I was on my backside and two winged men were fighting two men in black, presumably one of them was the one who pressed a gun into my neck, a gun that now laid on the sidewalk. The intensity of the fighting could be felt with each blow exchanged between the combatants, even though their hits were made so fast that I could barely see them. Scrambling to pick up the gun, I pointed it at one of the men in dark clothes who had momentarily stunned one of the winged men, who I recognized as Sam Wilson.

“I know how to use this,” I said loudly. “Stop what you’re doing and put your hands up!”

He smirked at me, twisting his face in a way that was almost cliché but was definitely frightening as his red eyes flared as he focused on the gun. Advancing towards me I shot him above the knee, making him scream in fury, but it didn’t stop him as he ignored the blood coming out. He struck me across the cheek then grasped the gun with one hand and my throat with the other, lifting me up so that my feet left the ground, and I started to choke. I could also smell something burning but didn’t know what. Just as I was about to pass out, I saw a red light from the sky descend on all of us and I was dropped, as he was dragged away from me like a rag doll. A flash of light was followed by the sound of thunder reverberating everywhere. Still stunned I watched as the two winged men, several other men and a woman fought the two red-eyed men who somehow seemed to have become many more. Then I felt strong arms pick me up and I was flown into the sky. Looking down at the scene was surreal, as the fight looked like something out of a superhero movie then I forced myself to look at the person who had picked me up.

“You’re alright,” said Buck, as he held me in his arms, while giant wings flapped from his shoulders. “I’ve got you. Close your eyes and I’ll take you to a safe place.” I tried to speak but he smiled. “Sleep.”

Whether it was a hypnotic command, or I was weary enough to pass out didn’t matter as I closed my eyes and descended into a dreamless sleep. How long I was out was unknown as when I woke up it was almost completely dark, except where the room was illuminated by the full moon that shone through the window. I was still in my clothes, although my shoes were off. When I sat up, I hurt everywhere, especially in my neck and I gingerly felt where the man had squeezed my neck tight enough to raise me above the ground. It was tender, as was my cheek, and no doubt there would be bruises.

There was a knock on the door to the room then it opened, and a woman came in, her face not visible in the shadows closest to the door. When she stepped into the moonlight, I recognized Maria, the woman who served the meal I had with Buck at the restaurant. She smiled at me.

“You’re awake,” she stated. “Mr. Barnes said you may have acquired injuries in the attack on you. If you come with me, I can show you to a pool that will rejuvenate and heal you.”

“Where am I?”

“A safe place,” she answered. “It is a stronghold and a spiritual place for all light fae. It is unseen by the outside world. Although we live and mingle with the mortal world we return here when our spirits need the solitude. You are a welcome guest, Ms. Hawthorne. Please, come with me.”

I stepped off the bed and picked up my shoes, prepared to put them on but she showed me her own bare feet, so I dropped them, feeling the soft carpeting under my feet as she led me to another door. It opened to a large tunnel carved in rock, lit up softly with a light source that seemed to glow in the walls.

“It is a phosphorescent light,” she explained, anticipating my question. “It lights without heat but draws energy through the rock to do it.”

After a short walk through the tunnel, we came to an underground cave pool, dimly lit by soft glowing walls, that gave it a definite muted atmosphere. Its blue green waters were warm, as a mist wafted over top its surface. The warmth from the waters was evident on my face, bringing out a sheen to my skin. She gestured to a bench where some clothing was laid out, then at a shower beside it.

“It’s a mineral pool with healing qualities,” she explained. “It’s perfectly safe but works best if you enter it unclothed. Shower first, and cleanse off any dirt from your skin. You may sit in the waters as long as you wish. No one will enter here without your permission. When you are finished, please dress in the clothing provided and you may exit through the blue door. Your clothes will be repaired while you are our guest. I will be waiting for you.”

She left through the blue door, and I stood there, reluctant at first to take off my clothes. I kneeled down, wincing at the pain in my knees, realizing they were skinned. Brushing my fingers through the water in the pool I was amazed at how warm and soft it felt. Struggling to get back up I went over to the bench and took my clothes off, then stepped under the shower head, looking for a control. It started automatically; a soft warm stream that felt amazing. Maria said I should cleanse myself and I looked for a product, finding only a sponge that I began rubbing against my skin. A natural foam came out of it that gently cleaned my skin, without irritating the scrapes and bruises I had. After I rinsed off, I walked to a spot where steps into the pool were laid and glided down into the warm waters, groaning loudly as I immersed myself in it. It was nirvana, as I felt the warmth in my bones. There was a ledge to sit on, that allowed me to be covered up to my neck and I sat there with my eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity. Bringing one of my knees up to examine it I was surprised to see the skin was no longer broken. In fact, it looked like new skin had already begun to grow. The bruises on my arms were gone and when I touched my neck there was no tenderness at all. Whatever minerals were in this pool were a miracle, although a part of my brain insisted there was likely some magic involved as well. Deciding it was time for me to leave this healing pool I made my way back to the steps, then showered to rinse off. A large fluffy towel dried me off and I put the clothing on; a camisole top, soft panties, leggings and a tunic, all in a soft brown colour that seemed to be iridescent, as I caught glimpses of gold in the folds. There were still no shoes, so I walked barefoot to the blue door, took one last look at this little haven then went through the exit. Maria was exactly where she said she would be, and she smiled at my appearance.

“You look much better. Please follow me.”

“Are you fae?” I asked.

“Part fae,” she answered. “My father is fae while my mother was mortal. She wasn’t a descendent of Lilith, but she became part of the fae world after my father intervened on her behalf and fell in love with her. They were together for over 80 years until her time came.”

“How old are you?” I immediately regretted asking that as it was really none of my business. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

“I am 86,” she answered, seeming not to be offended by my question. “My lifespan is unknown as the mortal part of me has the longevity gene. I could live longer than the normal mortal / fae beings, or I could be hit by a truck when I cross the street and leave this realm forever. I have already seen much, and I am prepared either way.” Her young-looking face was serene. “My mother had no regrets falling in love with an eternally youthful and beautiful fae. My own mate is fae and he is devoted to me, as I am to him. Our child will be free to marry who he chooses, fae or mortal. We share this world together.”

She stopped in front of a large wooden door, that was covered in a carving like something out of the Lord of the Rings. All around it the rock glowed and the light from the room behind the door glowed. Maria took my hand in hers.

“I know you have doubts,” she said. “He is still saddened by the death of his wife Daere. She was his life but after her sister was declared a witch and sentenced to death during the troubles, she wasted away in despair. He tried to save her sister but was too late and has felt unworthy of love ever since. That is why he could not offer it to you, not because you’re not worthy for you are.”

She knocked three times, then opened the door and gestured to me to enter. It was a library, with shelves of stone and wood carved into the space that seemed part of a mountain, except for a panoramic window that looked out over a vast valley. The room was lit by a fire that burned but had no logs, seeming to come out of nowhere. Buck had been sitting on a sofa and stood up at my arrival. Wearing blue jeans, a blue T-shirt and a brown leather jacket, with his hair loose around his shoulders he looked like a rock musician or an artist. He hadn’t shaved for several days, as evidenced by the short beard that graced his face and chin.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, standing up and checking my neck carefully from where he stood. “Your cheek is still bruised.” Placing his hand on my cheek I felt a warmth flow from his hand into my skin. After just a few seconds he withdrew his hand. “Better?”

“Better,” I replied. “That pool is amazing. You have healing abilities?”

He smiled, the skin at the corner of his blue eyes crinkling. “The pool is a marvel. The right combination of warmth, minerals and a touch of healing magic to fix almost anything.” He looked at his hand. “I gave you a few moments of my life force to remove the bruise. I can heal some things that way, but we use the pool for everything else.”

Everything except a broken heart … and my father.

We both started to speak at the same time, and he stopped, gesturing for me to speak first.

"Could you have saved my father with that pool?"

He didn’t answer for a long moment. "It was an option that would have helped, but was refused.  I respected your parent's decision."

I wasn't surprised but I wish I had known as perhaps I could have convinced them.

“Thank you for having your two emissaries there,” I said. “I wasn’t very nice to them just a few hours before they showed up to rescue me.”

“They are still young and sometimes overeager to share their knowledge. The attack on you inspired another to become involved. She was angered at how they hurt you and made her decision quickly to intervene on your behalf. Steve and Sam spoke of the fire element to you, did they not? Her name is Wanda, and she is very powerful.”

“I didn’t believe them.” I frowned, feeling like I had misjudged them all. “I thought … I thought by the way they spoke of you and me, that they were part of some weird environmental cult …. I’m sorry. It was a lot to take in.”

“And now?” There was a hopeful quality to his voice.

“Why did they attack me?”

“First, because they know I was trying to court you to be my queen,” said Buck. “Secondly, because Sage, you are powerful, more than you know. I must be truthful and admit that I need your power to spread the light into the darkness of ignorance and misinformation that is being spread by those who wish harm upon our world. It is a darkness, one that would hold the population in a vice of misery. Those who are like the owners of HYDRA see people only for the labour that benefits their pockets. If they die from hunger, or pollution, or disease, they will turn to another part of the planet and exploit them instead. Many of them who take advantage are mortal, but there are also fae involved, those who have turned to the darkness instead of the light. They see themselves as masters of everything, not only on the ground but below and above it as well.”

It was a lot to take in. Just over a month ago I was mourning my father at his funeral and now I was in some sort of mystical retreat after being attacked by … something not of my world.

“Those men … their eyes were different.”

He nodded. “They are dark fae, more like demons really. Their master controls them. We have an idea of who that is, but he is well hidden from our abilities.”

Something must have shown on my face because he approached me cautiously.

“You are safe here,” he said with conviction. “No one can enter without being noticed. I will defend you with my life, as will the council and all the fae and part-fae who are present here.”

“I believe you,” I replied, then sat on an armchair. “Why am I so powerful and why now? I haven’t seen you in a week. Did you know this when you let me leave the restaurant?”

His face became serious. “The emergence of your power will take some time to explain. I did wonder about it but wished to learn more before I shared it with you. This may seem like I’m going on a tangent but what do you know of the connection between the moon, the equinoxes and solstices?”

I shrugged. “Is there one?”

“Yes, every time a full moon happens on either an equinox or a solstice, it is a time of great significance,” he said. “This year, 2024, there is a full moon on the summer solstice, June 21. The sun will be at its highest on this longest day, and the moon will be at its lowest on this shortest night. It is a time of new beginnings, a spiritual transformation.”

“In what way?”

He sat on the chair next to me, leaning forward, as if trying to determine how to tell me.

“A mortal descendant of Lilith, who mates with the fae king, can be transformed into a full fae herself,” he said finally. “Her transformation rejuvenates the fae, and more. Women carry the ability of childbirth, and the fertility of a full fae queen extends to the environment.”

“So, my value is in my fertility?”

His explanation wasn’t winning me over, especially since I got the feeling, he wasn’t telling me everything.

“It’s part of it, yes.” He seemed a little exasperated. “You are more than your womb, Sage. Much more. Perhaps at the beginning of thought and reason in ancient peoples, your fertility was the most important, as it was tied to the success of a community … to their crops, to their survival as people were born, lived, and died. In these modern times, your knowledge, and fearlessness in fighting against powerful forces is just as important. You may make arguments in a courtroom, but that is your battlefield, and you are its warrior.” I tilted my head, accepting his observation. He smiled, pleased that I had. “There are spiritual places around the world, that are sacred to the fae. They harness the energy of the elements.”

“Like Stonehenge?” I interrupted.

He smiled again. “Stonehenge is specifically sacred to the Druids and the Wiccans, built to celebrate important moments in the year, like the equinoxes and solstices. They are not fae although they share some of our beliefs. Our sacred places are more natural, and less known, as they are hidden from the mortal world. If you were to agree to become my mate we would consummate our marriage after the main ceremony, in two additional rituals, both of them in a sacred place. The first ritual would be at the moment the sun is at its highest on the summer solstice in a place open to the sky. The second ritual would be when the full moon is at its lowest on the solstice, in a place on the water.”

“You mean consummate in the sense of having sex?”

Buck gazed directly into my eyes; his blue eyes were almost hypnotic in their intensity. “That is part of the ritual, but it is also part of a pledge of devotion to each other and a promise to the fae kingdom to protect the natural world against threats. The result of the two ceremonies would be the transfer of some of my life force as well as the natural energy of the earth, sky, and water into you. Since my element is the earth and yours is the moon, it is symbolic of the relationship between the two, joined together in a cosmic dance that has lasted for an eternity, figuratively speaking. It is a formidable partnership that wields great healing power for the natural world.”

It was all so mystical, even for me, someone who grew up hearing and reading the stories of all sorts of mythological beings. My feelings must have been evident on my face because he stood up and gestured to me.

“I can see you must be at the limit of your patience. You are likely tired from your day. The effect of the healing waters is reinforced by a good sleep so I will walk you to your room.”

“I have hearings tomorrow,” I protested. “I’m expected there.”

“Of course,” he replied. “We will get you to your apartment in the morning with enough time to get ready for court. You have my word. For tonight, I believe you will be safer here.”

What choice did I have? I had no idea just where I was. I followed him out of that beautiful library, and we walked down the hallway carved out of those glowing walls. Soon, we arrived at my room, and he stood there as if he wanted to say more. Instead, he leaned over and kissed me gently on the cheek.

“Goodnight Sage,” he said softly. “I will see you in the morning.”

I opened the door and watched him walk away, his tall frame seeming to dominate the hallway as he retreated from my sight. Inside the room, there were sleeping garments on the bed. A bathroom was attached to the room and had cleansers and lotions that smelled wonderful. After washing my face and brushing my teeth I put the night clothes on then slipped under the sheets. The lights turned off almost immediately, likely through magic. For once, I had no problem falling asleep and had a good rest. 

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So…my cat died yesterday

She was 18 years old, she was my cat granny.

She was the family cat, then particularly my sister's cat, when she had babies and we kept one which became mine, he died (poisoned by a neighbor we suppose) she survived him, then we adopted a little cat so she wouldn't be alone and to help me bounce back, she also died (we also think poisoned), she also survived her, then we had a rescue which I was entrusted but ultimately preferred my mother, he was hit by a car, she also survived him, I moved in alone with her and realized that she was my cat, she no longer behaved with my sister like before but she behaved special way with me now, our bond has become more and more special and fusional over time

She had cancer of the gum (or at least which started to be visible there) which gradually took over the whole bottom of her mouth, she suffocated yesterday in my arms.

We knew it was coming, I saw the cancer disfigure her, even if she remained the cutest for me, I had to shower her because she couldn't clean herself anymore, I cleaned her face at every meal, I I had to remove the necrotic tissues as best I could (due to the unfortunate scratches she was scratching) from additional flesh due to cancer and had to remove dislodged teeth so that it wouldn't hurt her.. .I knew intellectually that this would happen…

That doesn't make it any easier

I'm going to try not to let myself get discouraged, after all it's her who wakes me up or encourages me to eat when I'm at my worst. She certainly wouldn't want me to let myself rot again

I was her human just as she was my cat. She was mine as much as I was hers. We were about equal or as equal as I think a cat and a human can be.

I miss her very much. Waking up without my little radiator against my side is clearly not the same thing. Hanging around here with a mouse in my right hand and without she fur under my left hand is not the same thing. Do not hug her gently when I cry or give her little kisses when I find something funny….

so RIP Minette

PS: it was my sister who gave it she name, I accept no responsibility (it like name is cat Kitty for French)

photo and anecdote under the cut

photo of her cute face asleep sticking out her tongue (before her cancer)

I interrupted the scratching without permission to take this photo, she was not very happy

she had just meowed until I moved my arm just right for her to settle down as she prefers when she wants my attention but not too much either

one of the first times she felt like getting under the covers, a huge step in confidence because she couldn't get out alone, she had to meow and I opened an exit for her

she was just cute, and it was one of the first times she fell asleep like that without me lying against her

her watching over her estate after we moved to town. I chose my current accommodation especially for the interior courtyard because she had lived all her life until she ended up in a family house with a garden and the possibility of going to the neighbors and even the little piece of forest not far away. My sister and I even brought her some branches from there

I had argued with her (I don't know why) but she decided to sulk me, and therefore sulk the bedroom, she dropped everything that I had put next to my internet router at the time for s 'install against it because it hums with heat

she managed to escape outside during one of her first showers. I finally caught my minette

she woke me up in the middle of the night playing the acrobat. she started this stupid thing again soooo many times

she having installed herself in chicken mode in the place where I was sitting just before going to the toilet. Look at the face that says: no, I've always been here, it's my rightful place! If you really want to settle down there you're going to have to do it around me!

I lifted her, placed myself cross legged then placed in the hollow of my legs and she did not move from there, she was satisfied with the situation, she is still technically in the same place and now surrounds me with my warm thighs

#minette #my cat #my #cat #RIP minette #I miss you #maminette

[beeqisch]

HI!!! So our cats are twins??? I adopted mine last Saturday and named him Kon-El. A friend of mine from college was fostering him. He came from a sad situation. His previous owners moved out of their apartment and left him locked in with no food or water. Thankfully he was rescued. He’s super friendly and liked climbing all over my couch and head butting me and purring. What’s your baby like??

Good thing your cat was rescued, how could someone just leave him like that :( He sounds so nice tho AAAAA!!!!!

I adopted mine this week haha :) On Wednesday!! Her name is Chilli, she's 3 months old. She's really friendly too!! Loves cuddling (especially at night lol) and gets along with kids. She's also REALLY curious and loves exploring places. Tried to climb inside the dishwasher haha. A family found her in a bus engine (she was okay!) but they couldn't keep her because they already have two dogs. So we adopted her from them! She also had her first vet visit today and she hated it but she got treats after that so she wasn't that mad about it.

bonus photos:

#suddenly forgot english so i need to add the “sorry it's not my first language” #grammar checker open #BUT YEA WOAH WE EVEN ADOPTED OUR CATS KINDA AT THE SAME TIME #AND THEYRE BOTH RESCUES #AND HAVE SIMILAR PERSONALITIES WHATTTTTT #cats

[artist-fan146]

I need to talk about the third Planes film so please look!

Listen, it is pretty late for me and I am too lazy to retype everything so this is what I typed @his-hippie’s server.

And you are probably wondering why I bring this up. Well I’m here to speak why.

I found this old release schedule photo i had while looking to change my lock screen and it reminded me of stuff.

This was an old release schedule for Disney and Pixar films that came from 2017 and this was official bc I found that schedule from a video on YouTube talking about the new animated projects presented at D23 in 2017. This came from 2017 which explains that most films on the list are untitled films. Now look at the feature film listed on that list that I highlighted in red. As you can see that is the only film by Disneytoon Studios for the release schedule.

Which Disney animation studio shut down in 2018? Disneytoons.

As what can be told it is clear that that film was supposed to be the third Planes film that we never got.

To put this into a timeline for the Planes franchise:

2013- Planes

2014- Planes: Fire and Rescue

2017- Announcement of the third film at D23 because it was described as an untitled film set in the World of Cars which implied that it’s the third movie in the franchise. It was also announced that this film was going to be done under Disneytoon Studios and has a release date of April 12th, 2019

Early 2018- This film was removed from the release schedule for unexplained reasons

Late 2018- The studio shut down officially canceling all production on this film and all other possible projects that could’ve been and send off about 75 animators and people who worked at Disneytoons.

2019- No movie from Disneytoons came out in theaters.

I watched both Brother Bear and Brother Bear 2 since it’s been a while since I last saw these films. At the end of the second film it showed the Disneytoon Studios Logo and it reminded me that Disney decided to kill this animation studio and pretends it doesn’t exist to this day in fact. It angers me because a lot of the films made by the studio are a part of so many people’s childhoods. Mine included.

Going back to my old post from August about how Disney + should add a separate section for Disneytoon Studios and their films, I feel this adds up. If you haven’t seen that post, here it is.

It also really upsets me to consider that this third film we could’ve gotten was probably one of the last projects at Disneytoons before it’s shut down in 2018.

Another thing that makes me upset, that Disneytoons was probably considered the black sheep of Disney animation becuase it wasn’t at Walt Disney Animation Studios or at Pixar level but the studio still made good content.

I’m pretty tired but I’m sure you get the gist.

#disneytoons #disneytoon studios #walt disney animation studios #pixar animation studios #disney planes #pixar cars #world of cars

[todaysbird]

greetings todaysbird! i went to a bird sanctuary in Florida in march and took some pictures of the various parrots there. i had meant to drop this in your inbox a while ago but forgot!

this isn’t ALL the photos i took — just some of my favorites!:D i don’t quite remember the sanctuary’s name (i’ll come back if i do) but every bird is very well looked after and healthy!💜 a lot of them are rescues or were brought there by people who couldn’t take care of them, if i remember correctly.

sorry for the lengthy ask but one more thing! what is your favorite type of parrot?🐥💜 mine’s the scarlet macaw!

Wow, they all look beautiful, and that’s a wonderful aviary in the last pic!

Im biased towards the pacific parrotlet since I had them growing up :) my favorite endangered species is the Spix’s Macaw, and my favorites that stuck out from my time in rescue are probably the good old budgerigar, cockatiel, blue & gold macaw, african grey…I guess I kinda just liked working with all of them

#asks

[sophiebernadotte]

Everybody say hello to Queen Ana of Flufferton!

She landed here in Sweden on Tuesday & has now been living with me for a few days. Ana is a 7-year-old podenco & galgo español mix who spent the first couple of years as a hunting dog (hence the many scars) but one day she was just dumped at a dog rescue. No one knows why she was abandoned but she stayed there for a couple of years before she was moved to SOS Animals dog rescue in Malaga.

I spotted her on their website already in Dec. 2021 & fell in love with her immediately. She sounded like the perfect dog but I wasn't in a position to welcome her then. Then back in autumn 2022, I went on their website & she was still there! Despite having been up for adoption for over a year & half, no one had adopted her yet!

So I answered the questionnaire & had two interviews before it was decided that Ana was going to come live with me. I was a bit worried that maybe they would say no, seeing as I'm a university student & that I was clear that it's not until the beginning of 2023 that I could welcome her into my home. But I was accepted, all of the payments went through & then it was decided that Ana was gonna fly into Sweden with three other dogs from the dog rescue on Jan. 17.

Of course, as the time pessimist that I am, I ended up being at the airport almost two & half hours earlier than I needed 😂 Did some people-watching & managed to do some reading for uni but, most of the time was spent drinking coffee & nervously combing my hair (a bad habit of mine).

One of the dogs was really stressed out & aggressive, the other two were young little puppies & then we had Ana who was cool as a cucumber. Most likely wondering why we disturbed her during her nap! But yes, Ana was the first one allowed out from her cage. A little confused but calm & curious over where she had ended up.

As you can see, I had a leash, collar & harness with me. Of course in purple, seeing as that colour is associated with royalty & Ana is called a princess by everyone who has met her! But we decided to not switch collars or harness there at the airport. Apart from what she was wearing, she was also travelling with some more clothes - a gift from the dog rescue in Malaga seeing as she had been there for almost 2 years.

One of Ana's favourite things is to ride in the car but seeing as I don't have my driver's license yet, I booked "the dog taxi" to drive us from the airport back home (about a 40-45-minutes ride). The first few minutes were exciting & then she slept almost the whole way 😂 Now Ana is a lady of strong integrity, she loves humans & she loves humans' attention but she doesn't like other dogs. Well, if they're calm & stay out of her face, then dogs are okay. The cage is to make sure no accidents happen but it also makes her relax. I could have removed it during the ride but seeing as I was a complete stranger to her, she was in this new & weird environment (what's that white thing on the ground?), you know, all these impressions etc. I figured if she now relaxes more when wearing it, I'm just gonna let her wear it until we're home.

As you can see in the photo, one of the first things she did was test out my bed & I think it's safe to say it passed the test 😂 Though, we have now ended up in a situation where if I spend "too much" time at the office/living room or in the kitchen, Ana starts to cry & complain. So a mere part of the day is spent in the bedroom so she can keep an eye on me whilst also cosy up on my bed or in the dog bed.

Some photos are taken by me & some are from SOS Animals. If you want to learn more about podencos, galgos or the situation for those breeds in Spain, you can check out Galgos del Sol.

#queen ana of flufferton #galgo espanol #saga.txt