#sorry mags old man

[pinkcherryblossom18]

hi love!! first and foremost, i am SO glad you, your friends, and family are safe after the tornado! i have some friends who experienced it as well and i can’t imagine.

if you are still taking requests currently, I would LOVE another continuation of your vultures drabbles with the reader x finnick. you write him SO well and the angst is just so good!!! no worries if not though! <3

The Vultures Swoop

Summary: The 75th Hunger Games announcement leaves you all in different stages of grief. 

Thank you for the request, sugar.

TW: Mention of the Hunger Games, Anger, Throwing things, Angst, Crying, Throwing up, Suicidal idelation and attempt , and Panic attack. 

Word Count: 739

Like all storms, this one starts slow. 

It starts with a voice that haunts you and a man that you constantly see in your nightmares. He discusses something else that haunts you daily and he says it with a bright smile. Then he says what the third Quarter Quell will be. 

All of you freeze. 

Annie breaks into sobs and Titus comforts her while Ollie just stares blankly into the screen, like he’s expecting something to change. Mags only sits there, she does nothing but sits there. 

Beside you Finnick freezes, the hand in yours stills and through his hand, you can feel his blood turn to ice. He doesn’t blink or cry, nothing happens. 

It takes only seconds for something to pop in you. 

It’s ugly, a stained yellow with rotted green all around it. Anger covers it in crimson red and you can only feel it within the very marrow of your bones. 

You had never been good with grief, even before the games. 

But this grief, this ugly infectious grief grows on you like vines on a tree. 

You stand up, you can’t sit. Not right now, not with everything that you had hid being brought to the top with such ease. You pace and pace and Finnick still sits there and Titus is still with Annie and Ollie is still staring and Mags only sits there. 

The vase on the table shakes every time you pass by it, your angry footsteps disturbing the only semblance of peace in this house. 

This house, you have hated this house since you first moved in. Since your family had left you behind and trampled this house with their fake apologetic words and nonsense sorrys. It made no sense to you then and it still doesn’t now. 

The vase keeps rocking on the table and you hate it. You hate it with every fiber of your being and when you grab it, it has the same weight of those knives that you had carried in the arena. 

The glass shatters against the wall and a scream erupts but can barely hear it over the sound of your own heart beat. The pounding of the organ in your chest and the anger that boils your blood and brings tears to your eyes. 

It’s too much. 

It’s all too much. 

Your stomach churns and you rush outside, barely making it as you empty all of the contents of your stomach. Strong hands grip your waist and you scream. 

All for nothing. 

It was all for nothing. 

Those hands don’t let go and you bring back your elbow and drop to the ground, ragdolling your body. 

Chirping, chirping, chirping. 

Looming, looming, looming. 

Too much, too much. 

Nothing. It was all for nothing. 

Death, blood and the weight of the knives come back to you. 

It all comes back. 

You—you can’t do it. You can’t go back. 

And Finnick—oh Finnick! You didn’t think about him. Titus was too old and Ollie couldn’t handle it. So he would have to go. 

Annie couldn’t go either, she would be the first to go, you were sure. Mags couldn’t go either, she would be dead quickly as well. 

You it had to be you. 

Finnick and you. You and Finnick. 

Death—that had to be the answer. It had to be, it had to be.

Your hands start to race for your wrists, competing in who could get to your veins first. 

At the first draw of blood, hands grab your own and you scream again. Wrenching and pulling against the hands that have your own captive, you don’t hear anything but your own screaming, pleading and crying. 

A hand grabs the back of your head and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. It’s sturdy and strong, underneath the fabric you can feel the echoes of healed scars. A voice whispers to you, saying things that you don’t understand but calm you all the same. 

In between broken sobs and streaming, hot tears that leave your head in shambles you hear Finnicks voice. “We'll be fine,” he says. “Nothing will happen to you. I promise.”

His voice is firm and determined but you don’t believe his words.

“I wish we were dead!” You cry. 

Finnick only holds you closer. “We’re not,” he reassures, scratching his nails against the back of your head soothingly. “We’re not dead. And we won’t be.”

But we will, you think. We all will.

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair

[holdmytesseract]

Greetings Bestie, I am here with a Magnus blurb request

How about a piece where Magnus realizes he's in love with his partner, and it's at a funny & inappropriate time and place? Like they're in an interrogation or maybe undercover?

Perfectly Bad Timing

Warnings: fluff, police things, more fluff

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Bestiiie, thank you so much for this! I really hope you're going to like this lil' story! 🥹💖

Magnus's eyes were glued to you. Something you didn't seem to notice. If the young man across from you and him noticed? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Anyways, the policeman wouldn't care. He always had just eyes for the wonderful woman he gad the honour to call his girlfriend, but today... Today was one of these days on which he got reminded by himself how freaking much he actually loved you.

During an interrogation in the first case Kurt allowed you and Magnus to be leading inspectors was admittedly not exactly the right moment, but what was he supposed to do?

You two worked at the Ystad police station for almost five years together now and he had never... Never seen you interrogate a person. This time was a first - and to Magnus, it was stunning. You were stunning. The way you talked. How you always found the right words to say against the snappy, arrogant and pubescent teenager. Your smart and witty nature...

Magnus would even go as far and say it was dominant, and he couldn't deny that he found that to be pretty hot.

The palm of your hand slamming down on the wooden table everybody sat at, caused the young policeman to snap out of his daydream. At least a little.

"Stop lying to us, Nils. We knew you were at the boathouse. We found your goddamn fingerprints!" You accused the eighteen-year-old across from you. By now you were utterly frustrated and kind of angry. Not just because the disrespectful young man just wouldn't cooperate, no... You were also angry because you already sat inside this constricting, small room for almost an hour and your colleague/boyfriend hadn't said a single word!

You gritted your teeth and slowly turned to face the curly haired man. "Magnus?" He shortly blinked and looked up; oceanic blues meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Yes?" You nodded at the door. "For a word..."

Magnus nodded in agreement; noticed immediately that you weren’t in a good mood. His chair scratched over the polished floor as he stood up and followed you outside in the hallway wordlessly.

You had crossed your arms and waited for him to close the door shut. "Magnus..." You started and took a deep breath; trying not to snap at him right away. Perhaps he had a reason why he didn't say something yet. "We are in there for almost an hour and after five minutes you kind of zoned out completely. Baby, you are absolutely no help! That's shitty. If you're just sitting beside me and staring holes into the wall, I might as well do this alone."

Magnus swallowed hard. You could see his Adam's apple bobbing. And he was blushing. "I-I know, I-" "Then why are you doing it?" You interrupted him. "This isn't working without you! Nils might be the key to solve this case! We can't let this opportunity sl-"

The policeman had heard enough. He knew what this was about. His head told him that repeatedly. But his heart... His heart just wanted one thing... For his lips to kiss you. So, he did.

Magnus interrupted you with his mouth on yours; hands on your hips and pulling you against his body.

You were shocked at first - like frozen, but then you couldn't help but to melt against his touch. Against his sinful kiss.

"Mags..." You panted, once he broke the kiss to get some fresh air into his lungs. "W-What... What was that about?" A boyish smile grazed the curly haired man's face; cheeks reddening. "Me, realising how much I love you, min älskling. I'm sorry for not doing my job, but... All I could focus on, was you."

Your expression softened. He was so cute and kind. How could you possibly be mad at him?

"Aww..." You hugged your boyfriend tightly; burying your hands in his wild, blond curls. "I love you so so much as well." You kissed him again and again and again; the ongoing integration forgotten... At least for a few minutes.

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[weskin-time]

Rest

Captain John Price x GN!Reader

youre a prideful idiot who wont take a break even when their body is screaming at them to heal and rest, and Price humbles you.

not beta read

i know more about the air force than i know about the army. i used to be in ROTC so i have very faint ideas on how the military works im also still loopy on pain meds so i apologize for any mistakes this also just fuckin sucks ass im sorry.

I took the saying "fuck the military" too literally and now im writing fics for old british army men

You were the definition of exhausted. For three weeks you were deployed out to a frigid Russian forest trying to find the location of some worthless man. You were sent out with a team of men to lead this mission, you knew you could handle it, you knew Gaz and the other men who came with you could handle it, but no one can handle Russian winters better than Russians.

It had been a useless hunt at first, slow and steady making your way through bases and killing dozens of men before you got intel on where the man you were looking for was hiding. After three weeks in Russia, you finally arrived back home with new intel and the man in question captured.

Your bones ached with chill that never left you, as if the snow had sunk itself into your flesh and kissed your bones, your fingers ached the most, even through heavy gloves you could never shake the numbing chill. Your body felt heavy as if your collar bones weighed 40 pounds, every breath you took was deep and sore, you legs were made of lead as you limped from the helicopter pads to the weapons bay. Your eyes strained in the darkness of the night and you tried your hardest to not close them as you walked the path. You didn't have time to sleep or rest you had to clear and turn in your guns before even thinking of rest, you had paperwork to fill out, reports needed to be made to be processed, a meeting with Captain Price and Laswell needed to be scheduled, you didnt even want to think about the paper work you needed to fill out for capturing a man, and you told Gaz you would take his weapons to the bay to clear them for him so he could get some much needed rest. He looked the worst out of the two of you and you couldn't just not help him and his puppy dog eyes, the two of you were very close even though you were a higher rank than him, which he hated the hell of and you teased him for it.

You did sustain a few injuries over the three weeks, sprained left ankle, you were stabbed in the same leg in the thigh, and a bunch more cuts and bruises but those were minor, Gaz helped you patch up your stab wound as you tried not to punch him out of reflex when he got out a needle and thread. Gaz took a few scrapes here and there but he mostly was just exhausted from the cold, probably more than you were, or maybe he flashed you his puppy dog eyes knowing your heart couldn't say no to him, either way he was probably already resting up in his warm bed trying to sleep away the cold ache.

You noticed you were slightly swaying when you entered the weapons bay, your limp wasn't the only thing causing it, you were exhausted, but there was no time to rest. Not surprising that the bay was empty, it was almost 1am and almost everyone from your squad was sound asleep in their beds, lucky them. You didnt know or care at the moment with what they do with the Russian captive, youll figure it out after the meeting with Price and Laswell.

Setting down Gaz's sniper you began to de-arm yourself taking the M17 from your thigh holster and the M4 off you back, unloading the clips and mags from them and began to take them apart for cleaning. Cleaning guns was always fun for you, taking them apart and putting them back together, the little clicks and sounds they made were satisfying. Your eyelids felt more like lead as you took apart the pistol, you swear you blinked for a second and when you opened them back up again your head was almost on the table, you knew you were tired but you didnt think you were that tired. You exhaled and scrunched your eyes closed before opening them wide as if that would help you. Youre so sore you can feel the muscles in your shoulders straining as you picked up Gaz's rifle and began to clear that. There was no time to sleep you needed to get so many things done before you even had the idea of resting, you wondered if Ghost ever got this way and you wondered what could keep him up for so long and maybe you could pull the answer out of him.

"Master Sargent Y/L/N!" Rang a deep British voice, husky like whiskey and cigar smoke, Captain Price has entered the building.

You stood up fast from where you were sitting, shooting up straight and turning around as you stood at attention and saluted your commanding officer, the little surprise woke you up enough to jolt you fast enough. You took him in as he walked to you, why the fuck was he still wearing that dumb bucket hat at 1am? He was without his gear, just wearing an army green tight cotton shirt that was tucked into his light sand camo cargo pants and held up with a belt. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes straight ahead of you at attention but it was very hard not to stare at the way the shirt hugged him way too well. It was still loose enough to leave some idea of what was underneath to your imagination but tight enough to shift and move over his muscles as he walked to you. Gaz and you one time joked that he looked like a cranberry farmer or a dad who got into fishing after retiring with that bucket hat on his head. He was in his late 30s but you swear he was one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your life, even his weird beard was hot on him.

"At ease kid." He stood next to you and watched you slightly relax out of attention and sit back down to work on the guns again.

"What're you doing up this late Captain?" you asked him as you began to finish up Gaz's gun to avoid his blue stare.

"Just got done talking to Gaz about your mission, wanted to check in to see how things went with you." you were grateful you could have a small debriefing now to get one thing out of the way before you had to work on the rest of everything else. He placed a large hand on your shoulder, putting some weight on your sore body and asked about the mission to which you tried your hardest not to slur your words in a sleepy haze as you gave a simple report of everything, keeping in the story of your injuries and how you got them.

His hand was so big his palm alone covered your shoulder by itself and they were so warm too, it almost unfroze your aching bones just by his touch alone, and the warmth lightly spread to your face, which tickled your eyes making them even more sleepy. You wondered why he put it there in the first place and why he was slightly leaning on you.

"I wanted to have a small word with you." he announced after you finished up the short debrief. your interest was peaked quickly at his words and you sheepishly looked up at him in confusion. He took a small breath in before sighing, "I'm putting you on leave Sargent."

That peaked something that wasn't pleasant in you. Call yourself stubborn because you instantly began to drag your heels into the conversation, "Price I cant go on leave!"

"Just for a week at most y/n." His voice was that of a parent telling their child that they couldn't get Maccas on the way home.

"I have so much I have to do, I cant just sit on my ass while everyone else gets on with it." You argued although your brain was a tad fuzzy from how his hand was on you and the lack of sleep so your arguing wasn't very good in the slightest.

"You're exhausted, I can see it in your eyes kid-"

You cut him off, "Im not-"

"Let me finish solider."

You fell quiet.

"You do this every time you get back from a mission that you're commanding." He explained. "You get back on base and while everyone else takes a few days off to heal and rest you run around like a bloody chicken with its head cut off trying to get work done. I'm helping you out here y/n."

Your ego didn't like that. "Sir I'm fine, I'll get sleep tonight and I'll be chipper by morning, good as new." You tried to be polite with your arguing back.

"And what? Walk around on that healing leg of yours?" His eyes flicked to your left thigh before meeting your eyes again. "I saw you limping when you got off the helo. I think you're the first solider that's fought with me about getting a break."

"I'm alright Captain, really, I'll just finish up here then go to bed and I'll be back to myself in no time tomorrow and get all the reports and paper work ready and done." If you weren't so sluggish you would have felt more anger bubbling in your throat then the little spark that you felt now. Your words were slurring slightly and you knew deep down he was right but you didn't want to hurt your pride and admit it.

"Stand up." He ordered.

Confused you tried to push your body up but was completely halted by his hand on your shoulder. He wasn't even leaning his full weight onto you and your thighs shook at you trying to stand up against him, this should have been easy but it felt like your body was shutting down, you were being provided proof in what he was saying was true and even then you still tried to fight it, but nothing came of it. Were you really that weak? You weren't weak. This should be nothing compared to what you can do normally and yet you felt a sting on your ego. Your whole body protested trying to get up again.

You hung your head in a sign as you stopped trying. A very very tired part of your brain popped up with the thought of liking this weird imbalance of power being displayed, it liked the way he looked when you had to crane your sore neck up to see him, loved the way his eyes felt as they looked down upon you. You need to shut that part of your brain off before you eat your own shoes.

"It's an order Sargent." his voice was firm.

Some dumb part of you had one weak last attempt at an argument in you as you slurred, "I'm not even that tired." and as soon as it left your mouth you cringed at how fucking stupid you sounded.

"Oh come on that was pathetic." he was right it was a very pathetic last attempt.

Your eyes trailed up his toned arms and to his eyes, "Fine."

"Good cause you had no choice. I already had it approved." He blew out some air from his nose in a small laugh.

A break did sound nice, the thought of your shitty cot and thin blanket sounded like heaven to you, like the thought alone lifted your bones of some of the deep ache. You knew your past actions labeled you as stubborn, stubborn enough to warrant this entire situation. You probably were the only solider in the world who protested a vacation. You sighed as he removed his hand from your shoulder, the anger you once felt sloshing away down the drain as your head began a dull thrumming.

"Cant have one of my best men running around like that sweetheart." his voice was course and sent a shiver down your spine, you closed your eyes and mulled over the pet name in your head, you loved the way it made your heart flutter and your chest tighten. If only would call you soft names all the time, you dont think you could get tired of hearing him talk ever.

Your eyes opened wide when you felt a thumb and a finger pinch your chin and force you to look up, your eyes looked into his blue ones in tired confusion mixed with shock. Your face felt even warmer than before, it spread from your face down your neck and seeped into your aching bones and began to thaw them out, the warm that you so missed in those weeks settled into your flesh.

"Hey, how about i take you out tomorrow? There's this new pub Soap wants me to try and since you're not doing anything might as well come with me for a drink or two."

You have to be so very tired with how long it took to register in your mind that your captain was asking you out on a fucking date. You just sat there for a second in shock before your brain caught up to your ears and sent your heart into overdrive. You were defiantly not tired anymore.

"I-, wha- uh, yea sure! i mean." You were so flustered that you fumbled over your words which made you even more flustered. "Yea I would love that, it would be fun Price." you coughed out finally.

"Good. I'll come by your flat in the afternoon." He leaned down to you and he pulled you closer to him by your chin. "Now please go get some sleep, kid. Youll need it for tomorrow sweetheart." and placed a kiss to your forehead before turning away and leaving you as if he didnt just ask you on a date, call you pet names, and kiss your forehead. His beard was scratchy and the skin still tickled after he departed but it felt nice, comforting. You totally didnt stare at his ass as he walked away and left the weapons bay. How the fuck are you going to be able to sleep now??

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[danddymaro]

IT | Revenant x Reader

just dumb shit lol.

☆ 

 The reader wonders whether the simulacrum comes equipped with ‘IT’ 

word count: 2236

IT

You swear you are an idiot ;  that you had no tact whatsoever with the way your mouth ran sometimes. 

That, or maybe it was just him. 

It's the dynamic of you two together that always has you acting odd.

And it lead to you asking what was quite possibly the stupidest question you'd ever wasted your breath on.

The simulacrum silently passed you after entering the room, reaching over you to replace his initial pick of the loot with a gun that pleased him more based on how he softly chuckled as he inspected it.

And you wonder if he even heard you at all. 

You hope not, but of course, luck wasn't entirely on your side. 

He'd heard you say something, but with how mousy you'd voiced it, and how far you'd been from each other at first,  he hadn't really caught it. 

"Speak up," he suggests offhandedly, for your sake and his. 

Your face obnoxiously heated as you let out an irritated huff, deciding to just let it go altogether instead.

You reasoned that it was the best thing to do.

"No, Nevermind," you say back, shaking your head while moving past him towards a laid-out item before stuffing it into your small backpack for later use.

He lets out what is definitely an annoyed groan, and when you look at him, he somehow seems to look back at you almost deadpanned. 

"Out with it," he tells you with a touch of annoyance when he notices you're holding back on something.

With just the two of you alone, you could talk, and be uninterrupted by anyone else, so there wasn't any reason to act like that. 

You liked his company, and he'd told you once before that maybe, just maybe you were tolerable, which might not seem much were it anyone else. 

But from Revenant?

Oh, it meant he definitely liked you, enough to put up with your occasional bullshit, and moronic banter.

You'd once told him about an old relationship with a jerk you'd rather forget, and he'd been sweet enough to offer to skin them.

While you'd declined, you'd also smiled the entire time, unable to hold down the uplift and chuckle . 

His offer had made you smile softly because even if you hated them now, you still thought about what they made you feel and go through. 

-To think Revenant cared enough to offer...

He'd seemed serious about it, and something told you that if you gave him the green light, he'd waste no time in finding them.

Sometimes you told him bad jokes, classic mirage one-liners that made him chuckle, but only because you'd delivered them. He found your attempts endearing.

Occasionally he told you about himself too, what little he remembers about his past life besides his hits.

He'd mentioned his dad once,  but when he saw the look on your face, much more the way you inched closer to him because part of you wanted to touch him and maybe hug him, he stopped.

He saw the intention, and at the time, he hadn't been ready for it. 

He sneered before flicking your forehead, surprising you.

 "Old man's dead now little girl," he told you, and you figured so. 

You'd thought so, but it didn't take away from how you felt sorry for him.

 It didn't take away from how you wanted to hold him and make him feel loved.

That Jerk of a bot had found a way into your heart, and you were moved by him, touched by the damned soul. 

As much as you wanted to tell yourself that it was just because you considered him a friend, you knew it was much more than that.

He watched you nod as you deflated, and while he felt relief, he also felt disappointed in himself. 

He felt like less of a man, afraid to touch you, afraid to know how it felt like to have your full affection.

Your range of topics was extensive, and you considered the idea that maybe you weren't entirely stupid, but rather, comfortable with him to begin asking, but too bashful to continue. 

"What I asked was...well, Rev...Do, uh... you know..." you start off in a miserable attempt at first, and you visibly cringe as you attach your new mag onto your primary weapon. It’s done with difficulty as your fingers feel antsy, and your grip is just a bit tighter than it should be.

“D-Do you…” You try again, stumbling before you even pushed out the other word because it seemed that no matter how much your tongue massaged the gummy walls of your mouth, or how much spit you gathered, it still turned up dry.

You couldn't help but pout, your brows furrowed as you visibly expressed both frustration and fluster, 

“ You… do you have…” 

"-  Do I have a what?" he asked sternly, intently gazing down at you, and you swore you felt your face beginning to melt.

" A…Well, " you hummed out, idly scratching your brow, looking away all together. 

" You know, " you muttered, yet again stumbling as you make your way out of the building with him in tow, curious as to what you have to say. 

"just out with it," he said with a low sigh, making you let out a long, peeved groan because you were getting there...slowly.

He just had to give you a moment. 

" Ahhh! I'm trying!" you whine as you perform a rather clumsy spin on your heel, your weapon hugged to your chest as you do so. 

You stare up at the bright sky and try to think of just how to put it without sounding dumb.

You're unconcerned about anyone else during your idle talk as you begin to stray behind him, and while it wasn't practical, you weren't really thinking about it.

- You were just spending time with him.

 At the moment you release the peeved sound, he takes a glance back at you, huffing out a little amused sound before he decides to keep it moving, his weapon drawn just in case anyone shows up and tries to take advantage of your idiotic antics.

He lets out a long hum before saying your name, and without looking back he lifts up his hand, two fingers beckoning you to follow.

Your ears perk at the sound, and you do so, aware it was time to change your location. 

You'd cleaned out the area by then, and it was time to move somewhere else, so you simply follow, letting him lead the way.

Meanwhile, you hope he drops the conversation, that someone shows up and you have to move on from it altogether. 

A silent minute passes between you two as off in the distance you hear an explosion, the sound making your body jolt into alarm while he cackles. 

"What....?" he starts off, " you seemed spooked," he muses, and he takes notice of how you've managed to get real close, practically on his heels.

One of your hands is close to touching him like a safe pillar, but before you had the chance to you tisk, pulling it back.

"You scared?" he taunts, and as he looks down at you, you stiffen your back, your face stern as you try and play it off with an eye roll while you take a step back. 

"Yeah right," you mutter, "You'd like that wouldn't you," you retort, and rather than just turn back, he keeps staring, making you shift where you stand, nervous when he doesn’t bother to say anything back.

 He doesn’t bite back, and it’s unnerving.

The longer you two simply stand, the more you try to hold yourself together as he just continues to look at you quietly.

He made you feel incredibly tiny, and you couldn't find anything else to do than fiddle with the little charm that dangles on the side of your weapon as you try to act like it doesn't affect you. 

" What's with you..." you say softly as he makes no move to turn back.

You don’t know what to say, but the silence feels unbearable. 

"Staring at me like that," you add with the same enticing voice.

He considers your words, and he's trying not to answer back with the admittance that you look so utterly beautiful to him, so much that looking at you is giving him little surges of pleasure that are becoming addictive. 

It takes him a short pause to collect himself, and after, he then turns away with a little scoff, "I'm still waiting," he tells you, and you let out another groan, hanging your head.

“You’re still on that?” you sigh.

" I was curious to know if you... if you have it alright?" you say while looking far away, the last bit of your words coming out rushed. 

"You know...It, IT," you say ruffled, and you put a good emphasis on the word.

You can see his steps almost falter before he stops walking altogether and looks back at you again, the speed at which he turns his head terrifying. 

His glare is searing, and you feel yourself sweat nervously, the thickness of your lip bitten into out of the same fluster.

“Ah...” he sounds, sauntering close to you after he understands.

"And what would 'it' be?" he asks you as he catches on, and he's definitely teasing you. 

There's a tease in his voice that makes you shrink because you know he wants to laugh. 

- which was just what you'd been wanting to avoid. 

It wasn't that you thought he'd be mad, but he'd definitely dangle the moment over your head, referring to it... mocking you with it like the asshole he surely was.

The initial surprise was gone entirely, so quickly that you hadn't had a moment to even savor having roused such a reaction from him.

"Ah...you know," you say not bothering to finish and shutting your eyes hard when you hear him chuckle, which then turns into a cackle.

"A cock?" he says without any shame, and he takes a step closer to you making you shrink.

  "Is that it?" he questions you coyly, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Why? " He then asks, " interested?" he says as he looms dangerously close, and you swallow down thickly, gathering some nerve to answer him. 

you swallow a long breath that has your chest puffed out a bit before you decide to speak, holding onto every bit of boldness you can muster.

"What if I am?" you breathe out, and the way you look up at him which is bashful, yet daring deep within the depths of your gaze makes him tone down his bravado.

His certainty lessens as he gets closer to more of the unknown with you, and even if you can't see it worn on him, he is nervous.

Terribly so.

 He feels it fester in him, that feeling that has him flustered.

He can see you hold in your breath, anticipating what he's considering, what he's so terrifyingly close to doing. 

If he had spit to swallow he would too as he readies himself before coming nearer, his face hovering over yours, making him close, but not enough to make contact.

"Then you're playing a dangerous game little girl," he warns you, meaning it, and the little endearment he’s given you has your stomach full of anxious butterflies. 

It's unsaid but well-known that he's one to slice through anyone that would get in between the two of you. 

Even now he's protective with a touch of possessive, and you couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd do for you if you cross that line, if you're his, and only his. 

"I know," you respond back airily. 

A part of you is touched with a hint of fear, but there's far more excitement there that it's drowned down and overpowered.

And you can’t think of a reason as to why you should turn away.

 When one of your hands touches his chest, he lets out a low sigh as he cherishes the moment part of your body grazes him.

One of his hands moves to lay over yours, holding it as your palm fully touches him. 

Your own lips press against each other before you decide to move even closer, meanwhile inching up as you extend yourself as far as you can, balancing on the tips of your toes before your eyes close. 

You're near, you can feel it, and you barely brush your lips past his before you faintly hear the sound of gunfire come closer, and it's not until a bullet whips past you, narrowly missing you that you react to it properly.

It jolts you from your moment, and as you become a target you're thrown to the side by the bot. 

The brutish shove saves you from worse outcomes as it has you avoiding the sudden ambush.

He's quick to respond, tossing you to safety while he lays down the cover fire with a rage that radiates from him. 

You react slowly at first, instead admiring him, how he moves so beauteously, so elegantly as he shields you. 

Even in the midst of utter chaos, he has you pulled to him, wanting.

And just as you admire him, you have him ready to fight for even one of you kisses.

#revenant x reader #revenant x reader insert #revenant fanfiction #revenant fanfic #Revenant #revenant x y/n #revenant x you #apex x reader #Apex Legends #apex #apex legends x reader #apex revenant x reader

[cult-of-the-eye]

MAG 83 woop woop!!

JONNY BOY

ooh first proper statement in a while

Wait he took some statements with him??

Georgie is actually so right. I love her so much. He really needed some good fucking advice in his life from someone he hasn't thought might've killed someone before

I COULD BE ON DRUGS HAHAAAAAA NO YOU SMALL LOSER BOY

Why did he even jump to that conclusion?? I wasn't thinking ah yes drugs and I don't think a normal person reacting to this situation would immediately jump to drugs maybe insanity yes but not drugs

Universal autistic experience, having someone you're close to say that they know you "get obsessive about stuff"

YES GEORGIE!!!!! SHES THE ONLY ONE NOT FUCKING ENABLING HIM!!! HE DOESNT NEED THE STATEMENTS

oh shit is this the start of him depending on the statements??

Oh shit I guess not being able to go back to his flat makes him homeless

Oh right someone dropped the statement through the letter box

SHIT SOMEONE DROPPED IT THROUGH THE LETTER BOX

SOMEONE KNOWS WHERE HE IS

AND IS GIVING HIM STATEMENTS???

Fucking Elias I bet, who else would it be??? he was like yah I know where Jon is but I'm not gonna tell you to daisy and he's creepy enough to fucking send statements through the mail so there

Ok I'm sorry what was my man doing in those four days??? Sitting there rocking and muttering to himself staring at a fucking piece of paper?? Hmm?? Not fucking sleeping???

Investigating MY ASS what INVESTIGATION do you plan to do holed up in your ex gfs house???

Ah fuck he needs it

When does it stop becoming paranoia and start becoming an addiction?

YEAH GEORGIE YOU SHOULDNT BE KEEN ON WEIRD STALKERS KNOWING YOUR ADDRESS YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT AND THE ONLY SANE PERSON IN THIS WHOLE PODCAST (apart from Joshua Gillespie and Karolina gorka my loves)

AHHH HE DIDNT EVEN GET THROUGH HEAD HES JUST GOOD OLD JONATHAN SIMS NOW

He doesn't have any of that pomp and fancy pants titles anymore, it's just the fucking paranoia and realisation that it's not just a normal job, he can't ignore it anymore

It's funny how it finally sinks in how it's not just a normal job when he gets fired from it

Ok just did a quick google fanton isn't a real department store that's a good start

Haha yeah customer service people deserve medals

Omg of course the tma transcripts write Halloween as Hallowe'en that's so tma of them

Oh fuck stranger alert

Oh shit is that Nikola??? As in everyone on Tumblr talks about her Nikola???

Her condition?? Why does it sound like they're describing her as a fucking werewolf??

Ok this is fucking creepy I actually fucking despise mannequins I don't think I'm gonna enjoy these stranger statements

FUCK I HATE CLOWNS

AHHHHHHHHH

Ooh she's smart she goes in with 999 dialled love that for her

oh FUCK that shhh was terrifying

Oh god Lana was killed???

Blood in a single neat line across her lips???

Uckinf SHITBALLS

Jesus fucking christ

I BET HIS ASS MISSES THOSE "EXPERT" ASSISTANTS

FUCKING BREEKON AND HOPE???

Circuses, skin, not quite real - the STRANGER

It seems like now he sort of knows what's going on, he's catching on really quickly, he's categorising things and using what he knows which is good it's steps in a positive direction

I guess he doesn't want another axe table fiasco

The taxidermy shop oh yeah the guy who was like yeah this is paranormal and creepy as fuck but he's not committing tax fraud so it's fine loved that guy

Elias probably sent it

Oh shit he doesn't know Elias knows where he is

SHIT IT WAS HAND DELIVERED

God poor Georgie, she's housing his pitiful ex boyfriend who lost his weirdo job and is going insane and bringing the weirdness to her life

What was he looking into??? Like Not-Them stuff??

"I've got work to do." Fucking famous last words

Jonathon "workaholic" Sims strikes again

Although I guess it's not workaholic when it's threatening your whole life

I guess it's just...surviving

#That was thrilling #it really hammered in my fear of mannequins #I'd actually be terrified alone in a department store at night when it's dark #even without the paranormal shit #i was gonna work on my fic which i am determined to finish #but i decided listening to an episode would help with the migraine #it did #but its back #anyway #happy halloweve you crazy people!!! #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #georgie barker #jarchivist #elias bouchard #mag 83 #the stranger #not them #breekon and hope #the circus #cult listens to tma

[itwasnotahamster]

- Letters from the Dead -

Kråkstad, 24 August 1990 | © The Old Nick | Source: Letters from the Dead

The brackets will indicate possible context or corrections (sometimes commentary). - 💜

“Beheld Nick! It’s Dead here. 

Hey didn’t I wrote down the titles on the tracks on that tape?! I was sure I did… As for the other bands I have no idea now of what those were so I can’t tell you… But our 2 songs are (in the order. I always tape ‘em) the Freezing Moon and Carnage. I must ask you- what is a rapido-graph pen??? The only kind of pens I have are the ones I’m writing letters with, till they runs out and I must buy some new. Or simply something I just find… Yeah it’s shit to draw with the same kind of pens one is writing with but I guess I don’t have any choise [choice] ‘cos I must write so many letters so all the money goes to buy that kinda pens… but I’d like to know what that professional drawing pen is. And are you using that one? Is it ok if I send you 5 Asphyxia 7” , 5 Disharmonic O. 7” and 10 Merciless LP’s + a free copy for you? That’ll cost you £ 155000. You can pay now or when you receive the records at your post-office or when you have sold the records, it’s up to you. The price of 155000 lires sounds really expensive but the postage is included in that price (it’s very high price here t send anything by mail), or if you want it sent by airmail it’ll cost you £167000. I don’t think you’ve heard Dish. Orchestra, they’re Austrian and not many bands are from there, the only band I can listen to from A. Is Pungent Stench but they’re too much Grind I think. Dis.Orch. sounds strange but Pungent S. is much better. But if Pungent Stench is sold in Italian shops and stores already it’ll be too hard for you to sell them. Is the split-LP Dish.Orch/Pungent Stench for sale in Italy? If not, I suggest you to order that one instead of those 7”s. The very best one of these is the Asphyxia 7” but I can’t send you more than 5… I’m sorry but they’re limited (1000 ex) and when I’ve sent you these 5 copies we have only 15 of ‘em 7’s left and we’re the only who have any copies left to sell so only some few people can get them. 

Hey man, what the hell are you using on your stamps? I need to know ‘cos the kind of glue (<—?) you have on it can’t be seen unless by someone who suspects it’s glued. We mostly put glue on our stamps before but too often they discovered it at our shitty postoffice and teared them off. It’s shit that we can’t use glued stamps on parcels with records in it. To send out records is our biggest expencies, and if we could, we would have so much lower prices on our records. But the fact is that when we send out parcels with more than 6 records it gotta be some stupid sheet on the side of the carton, that they at the post o. put all the stamps on, and tears off that part of it with the fucking stamps on so the receiver can’t find any stamps on the parcel and of course then can’t send back any stamps. We mainly send out 10 rec’s or more each time cos almost everybody can sell around 10 rec’s… Norway is very expensive in everything, take an example- Sweden is also expensive, compared with the rest of Europe (I know, ‘cos I am from Sweden) but there almost everything is the half price of compared to Norway. Especially it’s much cheaper to send out records or any mail from S. Than from N. I think only Finland and Switzerland and Japan is more expensive than Norway… 

I hate to live in Scandinavia and my dream is to come away from this hole. If I’m forced to live the rest of my life in Scandinavia I would choose Iceland or Greenland instead of this shit. I hate almost everybody here and in this local area I hate everybody. If something at all happens in this country it’s there Metalion lives (Slayer mag and some other mags and bands are there) in Sarpsborg, but it’s more than fucking 60 km to that place from here. 

Hey about those records, do you also want Malicious Intent, I must say that they aren’t so brutal and not real Death Metal… but that’s up to you of course. I don’t decide what records you shall buy nor what records we shall sell. If it was only I who ordered in vinyls I would throw a big part of what we sell (like yucky Nomed as one example!) but we’re more than only me in DSP. Except the recs I just counted up we have only one that I put value on and that’s the Schizo LP, that you surely can see in every Italian record shop, yeah? We’ll soon get a limited 7” of Carcass imported from Mexico, St. George’s Hall, Bradford 15/11/89, live of course (1000 copies). Personally I hate Carcass and I can’t stand those trendy clone bands but I thought you might be interested + some demos of Dorsal Atlantica (Brazil), limited to 250 copies. I don’t know yet what the price on ‘em’ll be but I’ll inform ya of it. 

Do you think you can give me the addresses to Paul Chain and the guy who comes from Transylvania’s Carpatii Palatul…. That made me feel like my brain is bleeding, man! If they don’t mind you give out their addresses of course. It seems to me that Transylvania has stopped in time, not in the cities of course but fuck the cities! You know there are about 1-2 million people in Transyl. who’re of German origins. I heard that they shall speak 15th century-German… And that they still have garlic everywhere to protect the houses from the vampire and rituals to avoid the “stregoica” [Strigoi] to come, and exorcism rituals on “suspected” bodies that can have been killed by a vampire… Do you know if that’s true? I’m only interested in the Carpathian areas of the Transylvanian highland ‘cos there are all the castles. Have you heard of that secret tunnel inside the mountain up to Countess Bathory’s castle? I’m not sure if her castle is “the Mandarin” in the very North (I think in Suceava) or if it’s that one a bit South of “Pandarin” called Csejthe, on the edge of the Carpathia. But however now that tunnel’s exactly destination is forgotten and people’ve been trying to find that tunnel inside the huge mountain — up to the castle- for hundreds of years… I’ve also heard or  read somewhere that not only Bathory was the “special” one who lived there but also lots of other maniacs, killers, vampires, sorcerers and vampires lived there. But only E.Bathory got known of ‘cos of her record in mass murderer. Some witch that’s supposed to be immortal- whose name is Cilorgia shall live in that castle by now. I can read that Bathory was Transylvanian and that she came from a “big” and rich Transylvanian family but the Hungarians claims that she was Hungarian (?)… If I’m not totally wrong, then it shall be turk skeletons impaled left around Vlad Țepeș castle, Hunedoara (a valley beside it with 20000 impaled Turks + some other Vallachians [Wallachians]+Moldavians and more) + a forest with craniums nailed to the trees + remains of boiled people and so on. The typical “Dracula’s” castle are both in Brașov (Bran) and in Brad, which confuses me totally. There shall be heaps of other stories/legends/history/tales (or whatever) than only those about vampyrism like in the Western Carpathians there shall be some cemetery called “Chapel of St. Eisel” (in Somesul it is) where a cranium with horns and fangs was found and it’s thought to bleed whenever a soul is lost to Lucifer. Over that place it shall be some place called “Mount Albac” where some weird oracle shall have been. In the mid-Transylvania, between ‘ the mountains there is a huge swampland that is inhabited and haunted by lots of ghouls. A mountain in Transylvania is called “Funnel of Hades” I don’t know anything more about it but what a brutal name or what! [sounds pretty metal to me] How I hated the ex-dictator Ceausescu (in Romania), he extinguished many ancient ruins and castles there!!!! I’m not concerned by policy at all but that guy wiped away 3 fucking towns to build a royal castle for himself. I’ve heard that the new prime minister there not shall be much better — Ilinescu. 

There gotta be some reason of that there are so many different names of vampires in Transylvania, each one is a different sort of vampire. Over here we only know of one name. My goal in life is to visit Transylvania and Moldavia and to learn everything of the legends there that rarely are known of in the West. Also in the Soviet Union it shall be stories told from father-to son since hundred of years ago about their Upir, that isn’t know of outside of Russia. I’ve been obsessed by horror since my fucking birth and it’s been only “worse”, the more I hear about those Eastern legends I wanna move to Transylvania more extremely much more! Do you know if they have colonies of their porphyrians in Transylvania (like with the Leper colonies)? It would be totally great to meet a porphyrian! If they have some particular hidden places for porphyrians there, I wanna live among them, maybe I could get a job as a blood bringer for them… As you probably know, they have (at least they had under Ceausescu) extreme problems in electricity and they could have a lamp lightened for 2 hours each day or so, the weird thing is that it shall be bands there though (but only Heavy Metal). I heard from a friend in Hungary that it shall be a “metal” zine in Transylvania, but I don’t have that address. Do you know some more about Lycanthropy/werewolves? I don’t know much about that anyway. I try to find flowers of that kind that are supposed to be fed by the moon light but I don’t know the name of those flowers. Only of one, but I don’t think it has anything to do with the moon- Wolvesbane, that one is thought to “infect” humans to werewolves, it’s very poisonous anyway. It grows only at very strange places and I doubt it at all exists in Scandinavia… I’d like to collect plants that are superstitions of. I guess the people in-or from Translyvania think that the views, we who’re not from there, have of that place sound strange to them. Especially those vampire movies. So much crap-movies have been produced, only a very few, are of value. Bram Stokers novel “Dracula” made probably the most of how our idea of Dracula looks like still in these years. I think it was wrong done of Stoker to mix all togeather [together] different legends in Transylvania to one “noble man” or aristocrat that he called Dracula. One legend was Vlad Țepeș, the impaler (the only one it’s prooved he really existed) the warlord and the Romanian peoples hero, but he also massacred his own people. Another legend is vampyrism. Or it’s not simply one, actually it’s one kind of a stregoica- sorcerer of the Black Arts that can manage shape-shanging into animals (but not into bats so I don’t know from where came the idea of the vampire-bat) another one is the Nosferatu (Nosferatu means “undead” or “back from the dead”), Drac, Odorofen (orig. name I think), Vrkolak, Vrykolakas (Greek), Draculae, Upir (Russian), Dupir (Turkish) Ordog, Pokol, Vampyr, Whamphyr, Vampir, Dracul (Transyl. Moldavian), Dracula (Vallachian [Wallachian]), murony, muroin and strigoin… and so on and on… I don’t know all of the names, maybe you know some more??? The weirdest thing about vampyrism is that it was so spreaden out, all over the whole world (but in the West Europe not really until about 150 years ago). The idea of that when someone loosing all his blood that also the soul follows with it is really old and someone who then sucks out someone elses blood then must take thet ones soul and keep it. So for thousands of years ago or maybe even longer back in time than that people around the world have had some kind of a vampire tale from that idea of the blood is the soul and life. I can not understand how people of that time could find out the legends of wolf-men... have you ever seen a wolf in a zoo or something like that? The only difference between a wolf and an ordinary dog is that a wolf is wild, got about some 100 times smarter brain and stronger instincs. 

We have in Norway-Sweden-Finland-and Russia (Kola half -island) in the north a place called Lappland, in case you don't know, we got some strange animals up there, also wolves (but not so many). Another animal that lives up there is the Musk Ox, it's a kind of "ancient cow" with twisted horns and long hair but they're very rare (I've seen them only once hone I was up there in the very North). I don’t think it was the idea of the wolves themselves that made people find out about werewolves — but their reaction at the full moon. Also humans reacts at the full moon but I think that is growing away more and more ‘cos it was really many generations ago since the humans lived in forests near the nature so now we’re only used to computers and disgusting technology [couldn’t agree more]. Humans adjustment to newer times and hi-tech shit has made our brains different, our instincts are almost gone etc. But I believe that for some hundreds or thousands years ago we could feel alike the animals in many manners. Have you been living alone in a forest for a longer time? Have you then felt how your mind can “turn back” to be more primitive… at least that’s how I feel it then. I’m working on that for example when I need new (old…) and different ideas for lyric material. I’ve tried that out, to sit alone in a lonely and half-broken down cabin in a dark forest, by night. The worst thing about the modern time is the modern way of thinking and too much can be explained. But I must end here. You have now the prices and you know of what records you can order so don’t forget to tell of how many you want and of what you want, ok. So I hope to hear from ya soon, pal. Oh yeah, of course you can send back the copies you eventually can’t get rid of, but if so I suggest you to wait to some time later to see if you can sell ‘em then instead— or in worst case you can send ‘em to someone else in Italy who can buy/sell (we can find one, if so). Be evil — Not openminded! Only Black is true, only Death is Real!

Gore is trend! No fun - No trends! C-ya!

Dead”

#metal music #black metal #Pelle Ohlin #Dead #90s #Mayhem #Swedish black metal #metal #Norwegian black metal #Per's letters #Letters to Old Nick #Old Nick #Letters from the Dead #1990 #Kråkstad #The Old Nick #Per Yngve Ohlin

[atsuwiee]

ushijima “diba sinabi ko umuwi ka na?” wakatoshi.

⋆.✧̣̇˚. | hindi mo rin alam ba’t siya ganito e, basta nalang sumusulpot pag nasa school ka tas late na.

genre: senior!ushijima wakatoshi au, short oneshot, fluff warnings: grammatical errors, not proofread, written in filipino/tagalog

xian’s note: senior ushijima brainrot bc i’m missing my senior crush na mag graduate na hay

“hindi ba sabi ko umuwi ka na?” you hear the familiar voice and look towards it. “oh ikaw nanaman?” oo, siya nanaman. “uwi ka na sabi e, tignan mo mag didilim na tas nandito ka pa” sabi ni ushijima. nasa organization room ka pa, inaayos yung gamit para sa next event, kaya napa-late ka nanaman na uwi.

“eh ikaw ba’t nandito ka pa?” “may training kasi ako, alam mo na ‘yun”

daming eme naman neto sa buhay, you sighed and cleaned up the room muna. “y/n sabay na…” napalingon ka uli, ay org-mate mo lang pala. he stopped sa entrance ng room, standing next to ushijima, he was small compared to him.

“…tayo” he finished what he said napatingin lang so ushijima sainyong dalawa. “sasama na siya sakin,” sabi naman ni ushijima. “huy—?” sabi mo naman tas tumango nalang ‘tong org-mate mo. “ay oh sige, ingat kayo!” sabi niya, tas umalis na rin.

“ba’t mo ba sila tinatakot?” “‘di ko man ah, not my fault they get intimidated by me”

nga naman, ‘di kasalanan ni ushijama ba’t sila natatakot sakanya, napatawa ka nalang. “hatid na kita,” sabi ni ushijima at tuluyan pumasok sa room. “hindi na kaya ko na ‘to, may training ka pa diba?” sabi mo na patanong, he didn’t mind what you just said, acting as if wala siyang narinig.

“akin na bag mo,” sabi niya. “‘di kaya ko na nga ‘to—“ sinabi mo sabay kuha sa bag mo. “sabi ko akin na, ‘wag ka na makulit, hahatid na kita.” sinabi ni ushijima sabay kuha sa bag mo na hawak hawak mo kanina. “dilim na nga eh tas gusto mo umuwi ka pa mag isa” he muttered pero rinig na rinig mo pa ‘din. “sorry po,” sabi ko sabay tawa na rin habang palabas na kami ng school.

“‘wag ka nga nag p-po sa’kin, you’re making me sound old” kontra ni ushijima. “eh mas matanda ka naman talaga sa’kin ah?” sinabi ko, kasama na rin ng tawa. “senior ka na kasi… sus,” you say with a little ‘tsk’ sound.

“you’ll just miss me once i graduate,” sabi niya sabay tawa, he isn’t like this always, pero moments like this always get you hooked onto him. “ma-feeling!” you say with a small laugh.

tinignan ka lang ni ushijima, but his gaze— it was a sweet gaze. mas bumilis pa pag tibok ng puso niya pag nakikita niya ang ngiti mo.

corny niya ‘no? lakas maka haitd sundo sa’yo kala mo jowa mo na. eh wala siguro pakipot lang ‘to o gusto niya pa ng pogi points para makuha naman puso mo.

the laughter died down pero one question stays im ushijima’s mind and that is,

“y/n, pwede ba kita ligawan?”

#atsuwiee #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu fluff #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi fluff #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima imagines #ushijima fluff #ushijima x you #ushijima wakatoshi x you #filipino au

[faghubby]

Country gurl

it sucked living in the middle of nowhere, well not completely. My mom had moved us to a small farm house 35 miles outside of the nearest town after Dad split. I knew it was because it was cheap. But it also left me alone most of the time. Mom working long hours and then commuting. I used this time to dress up in her things. I had gotten pretty good at it over the years. The first time I was 11 and had found old girlie mags in the barn. They where from the 80's and I was fascinated by the sexy lingerie. Mom didn't have alot of sexy things just a few panties really. But that didn't stop me. The idea that it was wrong and naughty drove me. By the time I was 16 I would dress up completely in her clothes after school. I had also found her vibrator and would fuck my ass. All while I watched porn on my phone.

Now 18 graduated high school. I had no idea what to do. I ha no money to buy a car and too far to go to find a job. So I was stuck all day at home. All this extra time did nothing but feed my fetish. I now shaved my body and dressed everyday. I would share pics with men on the internet, one man sent me a bikini in the mail to model for him. I did then thought I should get a tan. The tiny thong bikini barely covered anything. But made me feel so sexy. I was laying out getting a tan one day and fell asleep. I woke suddenly to see a man standing over me.He had a small package

"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you" he said with a big smile. Looking me up and down. I grabbed a towel and tried to cover myself. As i marveled at his big arms covered in tattoos. He looked like he worked out daily. His hair cut short and clean shaven hid his age. But he was definitely old enough to be my father. He tugged on my towel pulling it away.

"No reason to do that" he said. I was beet red embarrassed for getting caught. He dropped the towel on the ground and handed me the package. Then turned and left in his truck. My dick was straining against the tiny swimsuit. But still concealed my 4 inches. I fantasized about him as I played with myself. I came twice that afternoon. It was after 5 when I heard the truck pull in. It was the same driver. I answered the door. Now wearing jeans and a teeshirt. Mom would be home soon.

"I got you something" this man told me. Now both standing on even ground I realized he was also at least a foot taller then me. He handed me a pink box. Then leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"Wear it for me, I be by tomarrow" he said with a big smile. Before he again jumped in his truck to go. I watched as he drove away. This was a real man in real life. I thought. And it scared me. I opened the box and inside was a simple flower print sun dress. I wondered if I had time to try it on before mom came home. But decided to wait. Instead I made dinner so mom could relax. The next morning I got up and put on the sundress. I waited for my mysterious man to return. It was after 2pm when he pulled in the long driveway. I met him as he got out of the truck. I did a little spin to show him the dress.

"My name is Carl," he told me. "I would love to take you dancing"

"I don't know, I have never been out" I couldn't even look at him instead staring at my feet.

"What is your name sweety?" He asked in a smooth sexy voice

"Paul" I said. He made a sigh. I looked up.

"Pauline" I corrected. I watched as his eyes lit up. He stepped close his hand slid under the dress. Right in the dirt driveway. I looked around knowing no one was around but still scared someone would see. His fingers rubbed against my panties. He then spun me around and lifted the dress to check out my ass. Then smacked it with his big hand.

he then took my phone from my hand and added his number. Along with some other links.

"Pauline, I plan on taking you dancing he told me. He handed me another package. Pulled me into his arms and kissed me deep. His tounfe probed my mouth as he did. I melted in his arms. Then again he left me standing in the dirt as he drove away.

It was two days later when I got a package thru the regular mail. I opened it to find pink cowgirl boots. Carl called me that night. He started to call, text, message. Everyday. He called me his girl. He had me send him pics of me dressed in various outfits. Very few days another package. Lingerie, perfume, even a big dildo. He video called me to watch me fuck myself with the toy. Everyday he asked me to go dancing, I always said no. Then one day he sent me silicone enhancers to put in a bra so It looked like I had breast. I loved them and would wear them everyday. I finally agreed to go dancing with him. I picked a night mom had to work. I got dressed in my sundress and boots. Styled my long blonde hair. And he picked me up in his pick up truck. He drive me to a honky tonk. At first I was nervous but after he got me served and I had a drink or two in me I relaxed. First a line dance easy enough. But then he pulled me close and we slow danced. No one looked at me different. When Carl got tired he sat. And several other men asked for a dance. I watched Carl as he watched me dance with these other guys. He then told me it was time to go. In the truck he looked over at me

"Naughty little girl you are" he teased. "Dancing with all those other guys" he continued. I reached over to him.

"I am sorry I didn't mean" I was saying as he placed my hand on his growing crotch. He knew I had never. But I didn't say a word instead I unzipped his jeans and fished out his growing cock. It was bigger then I had imagined. Probably 8 inches long and my hand just closed around it. I leaned over and kissed the head as I started to stroke him. Carl found a remote dirt road and pulled down it stopping and having me get out. He took off my dress. I stood in a matching pink thong and bra he had bought me and the pink cowgirl boots. He had me get on my knees in front of the truck. The lights still on as I started to suck his cock. After a minute he pulled my hair and started to shove his cock down my throat. I couldn't breath. As he face fucked me. He called me dirty whore, faggot and sissy bitch. As he did. Just as I thought I would pass out he pulled back and shot his load all over my face. I laid in the dirt trying to catch my breath. He went to take a piss. As he walked back.

"Don't get up you can suck me hard again" he told me. He walked over to me I got back on my knees. And took him in my mouth again. He got hard quickly. And pulled me to my feet. He bent me over the hood of his truck. He squeezed lube in my ass. Then shoved his cock in. He didn't wait or go slow he drove his cock balls deep. I screamed and cried as he fucked me with long hard strokes.

"Such a tight bitch" he told me his large hands pulling my hips to him.

"I am going to use your ass everyday" he moaned. I saw lights go by on the road. No where people coming? Carl didn't even slow as he pumped his seed into my ass. As he pulled out I felt empty as his cum ran out my now stretched ass. He helped me back into his truck. And drove me home. I was a mess. As he pulled in the driveway I noticed my mother's car. Shit how would I explain how I was dressed. Carl parked and got out of the car. He opened the door for me and pulled me into his arms kissing me. The porch lights came on. I saw my mother step out on the porch. Carl let me go. I dropped my head and walked past my mother on the way into the house. She followed me inside.

"We can talk later " she said seeing my state in the light of the room. I went upstairs and showered. As I got in the shower I was rock hard. After all that I had not cum. I jerked off thinking about Carl. Had I enjoyed that? I thought. Knowing I needed him to use me again. I came almost immediately. I got out of the shower. I slipped on a fresh pair of panties and went to bed. My mom had left for work by the time I got up. Carl texted me a dick pic.

Want this again don't you it said. I did but didn't answer him. My mom and I never teally had that talk. She just excepted it and we didn't talk about it. Carl returned three days later. He liked to take me out in public. And use me for his pleasure after. He continued to buy me clothes and jewelry wanting me dressed pretty for him. Only to stain it or tear it off me before the end of the night. Within a month I hardly ever wore my boy clothes. Even my mother called startedcalling me Pauline. Carl had me move in with him 6 months later. Mom worried about the age difference. But wished me all the best.

[sofiiel]

Return of the Mack| 01

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“You know after all these years they finally pronounced that Munson guy as innocent.” your cousin Marsha smacked over the phone.

She’d been going on for two hours while watching the local news, chomping on that stale piece of week-old gum. But even the smacking a popping of inhumanly hard, tasteless candy was better than suffering the night shift alone.

Shoving a yawn back down your throat, you sighed. “Seriously, Marshie? You’re still following that old story?” You ask her.

The clouds thundered like an angry drummer, and the wind whistled with the sharpness of a referee. Your eyes struggled to stay open, lulled by the hypnotic rhythm of the rain beating against the ceiling.

“Of course! That was back in our hay-day ____!” Marsha cheered.

Her grin could be felt through the phone.

“Your hay-day, Marshie. Not mine. ‘86 was the worst year of my goddamn life.” you murmur.

Marsha gave a jittered titter, “Oh you’re so modest, and a drama queen. So what, it was the year you got cold feet and ran out of the wedding and-”

You tapped your black boots against the worn brown carpet.

“That wedding was bullshit, but that’s not why it was the worst year of my life.” Your words don’t reach Marsha’s ears, she’s gone in her recounting of the event.

While you loved your cousin dearly, her jittered laughter was now picking at your nerves.

“skussssssh! Oh-oh no….mar-……marshie?” you stammered, recreating the sound of static with your vocal cords.

“I….skushhhh! I think the singal is - oh you piece of - skuuuussssh! sorry, Mars- I better call back - skuushhh-t-t-bzt-t - in the morning!”

Hanging up the phone, you slumped into the chair and covered your face with your hands.

In your grand act, you did not notice the shadow darting across the parking lot. Sopping wet with a drooping playboy mag for an umbrella.

You had not heard the door chime between the desperate hisses, and now you were blind to the wet rat of the man lingering before the front desk.

He watched you for a moment, his heart out thundering the storm. Caught in that agonizing moment which for each of you, though for many different reasons, felt like an hour.

When his hand reached out for the golden bell next to the brochures, a bright 'ding’ echoed past the whistling wind.

You hesitantly slipped your hands away from your face, your dry expression swiftly switching to a stunned gawk.

“Um… I saw that vacancy sign a mile down the road.” said your guest.

A smile inched across his lips, “Boots!” he gasped after a good hard look at your face.

The force of the scowl, that contracted your brows, was received like a punch. Your guest quickly threw his hands into the air.

“Nobody calls me that and walks away without a mauling.” you warned.

He laughed in a warm hum, “I remember well.”

“That was an awful fake-out, by the way. You sounded like a dying robot from an early 1960s horror film.” he added.

Your eyes thinned into a glare but fixed on his smile. It was the eve of the anniversary of the worst day of your life, and it flashed at you like a taunt.

“Says the Freak of Hawkins High and the only student in Hawkins history to fail Drama class. Twice.”

Your words were sharp, but still he smiled, and for an awful minute your chest ached at the brightness of it.

“Eddie fuckin’ Munson….of all people…” you sighed.

"So, can I get a room or..." Eddie lulled leaning against the counter.

"We're fresh out of rooms," You answered quickly.

His brows lifted higher and that smile turned into a closed smirk. "Was that a lie? And to my face?" the low gasp was filled with amusement. "Well, don't I feel special." he hummed, deepening his groggy voice as his head tilted slightly.

You watch droplets of water fall from the ends of his curled hair to the wood of the counter.

Eddie's hand slipped into his back pocket, pulling free a black leather wallet. "Look, what's it going to take, I'll pay extra. Weather's bad, roads are fucked." he murmured, digging between the wallet's fold to riffle through a stack of bills.

Your frown hung further down your face. He wasn't wrong it was raining the devil and pitchforks outside. Plus, you could hear the exhaustion in his tone.

"How long have you been on the road?" You asked, speaking over the storm.

Eddie rested his hand in his palm in thought, calculating his hours in his head. "About forty-nine hours and like sixteen minutes now." He said, "And that's after three hours sleep beforehand."

You chew the inside of your lip before sighing in defeat. Reaching under the desk, you pull out the key to one of your seven vacant rooms.

One hand slid the key to Eddie while the other took the money from him as he laid it on the counter.

"Your room 86," you said quickly, and Eddie whistled.

"You've got 86 rooms here?" he asked.

"Three hundred rooms, actually, three hundred and one if you count the room that doesn't exist." you murmured, counting out his cash and sliding the extra he'd included back to him.

Eddie pocketed it and gave a nervous smile. "Doesn't exist?" he asked.

"Mhm, room 301, it's on all the blueprints, we've got a key to it, but it's not where everyone says it should be." You explain dryly.

Eddie's eyes are as large as saucers, "builder's mistake?" he reasoned.

"Nope, for two generations we've received calls from room 301. My old man had a man come and check out of the room one morning, a man he never saw check-in or had on the books."

As you told Eddie the stories of the room, it was hard to withhold a smile. His eyes kept getting larger and he bit his lip.

Silence lingers as sounds of the storm echo and the radio buzzed softly behind you.

Eventually, you cave and give way to your laughter through a light chuckle. "I'm pulling your leg Munson." you confessed nodding towards the door, "Go on to your room and get some rest."

"Sooo," He lulled, "there's no room 301?"

"Oh no, there's a room 301." you shrug.

Eddie's eyes are screaming, but he gives his head a small shake and clears his throat. "Ok, that's not going to bother me at all." he murmured.

"Look, not to complain, and I'm probably pushing it, but...does it have to be room 86?" He asks.

You lift your brows high and lean back in your chair, "It'll get you to leave faster, won't it? Besides, the other six are flooded right now, well, except one that the last tenant trashed to high heaven. I need to do cleanup. For now 86 is the best i can do."

Eddie sighed, "Beggars, choosers that whole thing, right? Thanks, Boots."

"I said nobody calls me Boots!" you barked after him as he popped his soggy magazine back over his head and with the room key in tow made a dash out the door and to his room.

Watching him vanish, and eying the white truck resting far off from the other three, you groan. Covering your face as you slide down into your chair.

"shit," you whispered. "This timing."

"Out of all the motels in all the world, mine? Seriously?"

The following morning, loud music blared out of the room of your newest tenant. Two people had already complained about the noise, and the back was you could hear it the moment you stepped outside.

With your hand balled into a fist, you pounded on the door.

"Munson! Munson you turn it down or I swear to god I'm kicking you out with no refund, Freak!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, Bat tucked under your arm and free hand desperately holding your linty robe shut.

The door opened slightly, tethered by a chain lock.

Eddie's red eyes looked you up and down past heavy lids. "Was that last part necessary, Boots?" He asked through a gravelly voice.

"Yes." you spit pointedly.

"Fair enough, but the bat?" he said.

"Doubly so. Are you-" you squinted at his face, "you're high!" you gasped.

"It's just weed, Mom, I swear." Eddie chuckled.

"Bullshit, I can smell that a mile away."

Eddie grinned and tilted his head, "You were my best competitor," he sang.

"Get rid of it. Turn the tunes down. Or I'm kicking you out." You wanted, turning on your heel to walk away.

"Like a fuzzy pink robe, the bunny slippers are a nice touch, by the way!" Eddie called after you, snickering.

"Grow up, freak!"

"Saying princess bunny slippers! Good morning to you too Cinderella!" He called back.

You gave a hard roll of your eyes, though the corner of your mouth twitched, fighting hard to refuse a smile.

"I'm telling you, Marshie, I'm cursed." You said, phone tucked between your ear and shoulder.

You tried to slip your sweater on while digging in the drawer for your wallet.

"Wooooow, that's scary on the night before too. Did you call Butch? He'd come down and play guard. How long is he staying?" Marsha asked.

You paused in fixing your sweater, "I....didn't ask." You lulled.

"Probably just the night, he'll probably check out in the afternoon or...whenever," you replied.

"You should still call Butch," said Marsha.

"Butch works down at the hunting lodge during the day and the season is open. He's busy. Munson's harmless." You reasoned.

"They think he's harmless." Marsha's correction.

You fell quiet, spotting Eddie outside your office, walking with a small pep in his step as he fixed the cuffs of his dark flannel shirt.

"He's an idiot Marshie, not a killer. Look, I gotta go." You said quickly.

Eddie's eyes moved from the phone to your face, for a moment the smile he carried vanished.

"Did he hear that? Mom always did say you talked loud on the phone." you thought.

But the smile returned just as fast as it left.

Eddie pointed over his shoulder. "There was nothing on the way up here for miles and believe it or not I've never traveled through here." He started.

"what do you need?" you cut in.

"Where can I get some grindage?"

"The strip club is a town over and they're not pretty," you said flatly.

"No doofus, I mean food." He said. "wasn't that harsh though? I'm sure they're pretty enough."

You groaned and threw a silent tantrum via shuffling your feet in place. Eddie snickered.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Closest place is the lodge tavern. I was just headed there so-"

"Sweet, I'll join you." Eddie chimed.

"No. No, no, I am showing you. You're going to sit by yourself at your own table." You corrected.

Eddie hardly seemed phased, in fact, you could have sworn he was enjoying himself.

"Yes, ma'am, Bootsy." He hummed.

"I'm gonna cut you, I swear..." you whispered.

"But it's not Boots." he corrected, holding the door open as you lead the way.

A/n: chapters will likely be short ~ around this length as the norm.

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#RotM Masterlist #eddie munson x fem!reader #trucker!eddie x fem!reader #season 4 semi cannon #slow updates

[wynterhxney]

INT. HOUSE - DAY

Suitcases are made for proper vacations. Duffle bags are for roughing it and not since his grueling time in Costa Rica has the man prepared for anything quite like this. It’s all there. The probable cause of making headway on this project but something is holding him back. More information and it’s something he chose to set up by way of video call. If anyone is going to convince him this whole thing isn’t for nothing it’s now or never. Grabbing some of his notes to stuff into his personal messenger bag, the director paused at the ring of his bell. Someone decided to drop in on him on a day he has to set aside for final arrangements. Well, shit.

Landon huffed, setting things aside to move through his den. People either camp out or they cause trouble. While he isn’t remotely unknown any longer there is still a want for privacy. Imagine that but here they go. Coming in droves ever since he made it in the spotlight but this current idea calls back to his roots. “Hey, did you not see the cameras and no trespass-?” his question tripped up answering his front door.

“Have you seen the latest edition of Entertainment Mag?” Cutting him off with the magazine held up definitely should shut him down. Or up. Depends on Lan’s mood today but make no mistake the director’s on the cover. Holding it up beside his face, Brett’s finger prodded against the image of filmmaker Landon B. Wynter who is oddly nonplussed about seeing his face on a big time entertainment cover. “Pretty handsome guy. Know who he is?”

When he received no reply it’s time to switch topic. Okay this isn’t the social call his friend thinks it is. “Sorry, I know you hate the attention…”

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Landon shook his head, leaving his door open despite walking away. An invitation for the other man to come inside and this time it’s pretty obvious. He saw the magazine already. Why would he react any other way? It was a good shoot. Nobody pissed him off during but he understands how people he knows will eat it up. In all the positive ways at least; Landon cocked an eyebrow. “Did you really buy a copy of that?”

Brett closed the front door, casually glancing down at the magazine. “Could I get one for free? Do you have extra copies? Someone at the station is a big fan and if I can maybe get your autograph for her?”

Is that why he showed up out of the blue like this? Really can it be less obvious. “You want me to help you impress someone? Glad you thought of me.”

“No! It’s not for that.” Insisting otherwise paints his palms red. Caught with both hands stained with the truth isn’t he? Much truth as he can cram into his brain on a regular working day. Too much going into his podcast lately, Brett has been late to his Devil’s Hour showcase at the station every day this week. The bosses are not happy. “Heard you might have a project,” he murmured half to himself, eyes fixed on Landon’s duffle bag. Infamous thing survived a rain forest, yellow fever and a group of cannibals as he remembers. “Wait. That’s the doc bag. I thought you were done with docs?”

“Things change,” a vague response from the filmmaker, he packed more things up. “Wanna tell me why you’re actually here?”

Damn he’s good with that. Too good and Brett is absolutely in the know with how things in Hollywood work. At least it’s an eye opening experience seeing a longtime friend swarmed by press all the time. A lot of times he will see the praise. Others he sees that crap from his ex. Whenever Emeline pops up somewhere with Mark ‘I’m such a dickhead’ Lansing a few of the DJ’s brain cells wither. “Cat’s out the bag,” giving a shrug, he shifted to show off the bag strapped to his back. “I’m coming with.”

Landon snorted, giving him a long look that said how hilarious that sounds. In fact his old buddy here swore that he would never travel for a documentary again. The kind that leads them to another country and this will. Except there is something far too serious in Brett’s expression for him to doubt he’s joking. “No. No way in hell.”

“What do you mean no way in hell?! I stuck it to the end for the cannibals!”

“Brett – you have no idea what I am even doing.”

“That’s the beauty of it! Remember? When we were in college and you wanted to just do anything without limits?” Reminding Landon of their days as crazy filmmakers and artists isn’t so out of pocket. “Only thing missing is Claudia but we know she’s a big time actress now.”

“Apparently I'm a big time director and actor,” he scoffed at Brett’s choice of words. “Cosmic never told me I could never go back to my roots. YOU told me to my face a few years ago never again in another country.”

“I meant another country with people who could eat me, Landon. Come on. Original crew has to stick together. Besides, have you told your girl about it?” And there comes the  million dollar question because the look on Landon’s face says it all. @tennesseewynter

#interaction. // #life finds a way. // excl plot #words like violence break the silence. // landon film interaction #murder on the airwaves. // brett main interaction

[kurjakani]

FOR THE CHARACTER ASK THING!!!!! Im quite curious about your peter lucas thoughts, whats goin on with that old man?

SEND ME A CHARACTER AND I’LL DO THIS;

PHEW THANK YOU I LOVE TALKING ABT THIS MAN. I'm gonna say. I definetly have a bit of a version of him in my head - it's been ages since I listened to MAG and he's kind of taken a life of his own. Also sorry i got so rambly here man i. Ill b real im lik3 right abt to fall asleep but i got exited abt him so here i go nevertheless..m

Sexuality Headcanon: HMM like. Bi. I dont think i can imagine him call himself that tho.

Gender Headcanon: old man. Like thats a part of his gender identity, being old.

A ship I have with said character: w MEEEE. My mag self insert. Lol. But yeah i am not that into the lonely eyes ship, just. Bc i do not care abt Elias all that much! I don't know many ships that include him otherwise. I haven't seen mary keay and plukas shipping but I'd love to. Idk. Awful vibes i think it could be great. Salesa maybe??? But I feel like its more like. Plukas likes looking at Salesa and Salesa kinda forgets hes even there sometimes.

A BROTP I have with said character: martin please. Please martin hang out w him tricking him into thinking ur getting more into the lonely but ur actually occupying his space and u are drifting away from the lonely TOGETHER. Also if u guys have heard the tim & plukas behind the scenes jokes abt cayacking and train documentaries. Yeah that too theyre """"buddies""""

A NOTP I have with said character: haven't come across anything that bothers me !

A random headcanon: i am really split on weather he barely eats or if he's like, a lowkey foodie. Idk why.

General Opinion over said character: For me I do view him as someone HURT by his loneliness, though in the show, if I recall right, he seems quite content? With his existance. Or says he is, and how he's drawn to it.

I will say- I partially mirror some of my own experiences of loneliness onto him. I was so afraid of opening up to people at one point that I convinced myself that I WANTED to be all alone. I used to want to move into a little cottage in the woods and cut off all contact to people. But it was a self destructive coping mechanism. At points a survival mechanism. Maybe canonically Peter Lukas is a reliable narrator?

I recall him talking about the warm glow coming from the windows of houses though, and the loneliness it made him feel- if i'm attributing this right. And i have a really hard time contributing that to anything but YEARNING. And reveling in yearning. I also have experience w that. Yearning is a DELIGHTFUL feeling.

So yeah I think I do find a lot of comfort in the version of Plukas I have in my head.

Honestly he's burrowed a little nest into my head abd become something beyond a little blorbo from my shows.

Like i have thought about marrying him as a performance art piece. But i dont think rustied featherpen would like that.

Anyways hes the hands. I reach out to the old hands with swelled joints and paper thin skin almost translucent yet the palest veins i ever did see like they'v been drained. Bro. He is the medival manuscript where the sun orbits the earth and that's his eyes and where they land on me. He is so far away and like honey 2 me bro

#ask #TYSM #yk what ill expand on my thoughts when im done w my relisten #i defi feel like my plukas is just in my head. and thats ok but it is kinda funny

[louisupdates]

All of Those Voices’: the Ugly Truth Behind Louis Tomlinson’s Rise to Stardom

THE TEEN MAG

By María Vieytez | 5 April 2023

A nostalgic embrace between four band members; longing words for deceased mother and sister; 23-year-old Louis Tomlinson drowning in doubt and uncertainty over a menacing future ahead as a solo artist. Such were the images publicly revealed for the first time on March 22nd, 2023 in worldwide cinemas as part of the feature-length documentary ‘All of Those Voices’. Such was the story former-One-Direction-member Louis Tomlinson had to share with his fans.

As Louies (the eponymous moniker Tomlinson’s fandom wears) gathered in different countries’ theatres to reminisce the good old days and get exclusive footage of One Direction and Louis’ backstage highlights, their rose-tinted expectations were forced away as they met with astonishing testimonies from his family, friends, and even himself, on what his journey toward his most recent album ‘Faith in The Future’ truly meant. What Louies once believed to be a straight-lined success story —certainly involving battles previously revealed by the media, but nonetheless not as brutal as those portrayed in the movie— encapsulated in an endearing hour-and-a-half film, resulted in being a moving insight and blow-to-the-face documentary, leaving many with a larger admiration of their icon’s strength, and some others with a torn heart, feeling deeply sorry for a man who now appears most vulnerable before their stricken eyes. Regardless of having received it with the former or latter perspective (or a mixture of both), the film was responsible for portraying the raw reality that comes with self-doubt as a rising star, an unexpected separation from a hit-wonder band, and the passing of a mother and a sister in a matter of two years; here’s what that looked like.

Taking his Own Direction

Tomlinson was a member of the British band One Direction, releasing five hit-albums, touring with the other four members for five years, selling over 70 million records worldwide, bringing home seven BRIT awards, seven AMAs, and creating what appeared the perfect $215 million business empire, until his world came down when the band decided to go on an “18-month” hiatus in 2016, and he was left stranded.

“I think the feeling I remember the most is a little bit of anger, because I didn’t want to go on a break. It didn’t just upset me, it shocked me. I wasn’t prepared for it... It was not as if in the five years I was in the band that I’d ever dreamt about being a solo artist. Not once, because I was so obsessed with us moving as a unit and being part of this team. I’ve spent all my years doing this, I don’t really see myself doing anything else … It was very easy for me to imagine Harry having a solo career, Liam having a solo career. It was harder for me to imagine myself doing that. It was like, what the fuck am I going to do?”

The band’s separation meant the start of a foreign era and the abandonment of what appeared to be a gleaming past. However, when presented with the reality of Louis’ role as part of the band, "All of Those Voices” exposed it to be near-as emotionally damaging as his aimless solo era proved to be. “I didn’t know at the start who I was within One Direction”, he explained. Louis revealed that during the band’s beginnings, he felt like an odd-fitting piece inside a collective, a sense further abetted by his lack of vocal feature on their first album. He would stream their songs from “Up All Night” —One Direction’s debut— and hear Harry Styles’ voice on the verses he’d spent hours recording, and soon realized, that his presence in the band was dismissed, making him feel unworthy of the fans’ praise. “When I think about how proud I am of 1d, I think of it as a collective”, Louis stated. He didn’t feel as if his work was an element of the band’s success until he began to take the lead in songwriting; then, his perspective changed. “If I think about what makes me the most proud as me, as an individual in that band, it’s definitely having the most writing credits”, and by “most”, he means more than 35 credits throughout the five years of One Direction’s production.

Although Louis’ personal testimony about One Direction in the film started off appearing as pitiable, the development and end of such, proved it to be an opportunity for growth and personal development, which allowed him to be, one of, if not the best lyricist amongst the boys’ solo careers, something shown initially in his album ‘Walls’, and most recently, in ‘Faith in The Future’. Nevertheless, Louis’ struggles were far from over, because only eleven months after 1D’s separation, he would suffer from great loss.

In December 2016, Tomlinson went on stage at The X Factor final for his debut solo television performance. As he put on a show with his single “Just Hold On” with Steve Aoki on the mixer, his gaze met with the ceiling, and his eyes gleamed as he sang through grief. Three days prior, Louis’ mother, Johanna Deakin, had died from leukemia at the age of 43. Still, Louis, with a heavy heart, and a soul yearning for a mother who, in life, had been a best friend, came on stage and got a standing ovation from the X-factor judges.

“The bottom line is, I didn’t want me mum feeling like what happened to her was going to jeopardize my career,” he recalls. “I had just got this feeling from her and the things that she was saying that I was just to keep doing what I’m doing, trying to keep strong. I got up on that day for her more than I did me.”

Louis’ resolution after his mother’s passing was to keep living “one life for the two of us”, as he expresses in his song ‘Two of Us’, featured as a eulogy for Johanna in the album ‘Walls’. The beginning of his solo career presented itself as an opportunity to make her proud, and such a feeling was transmitted to his entire family in the mourning process.

“She would not have allowed us to kind of sit and let stuff take over our life or let anything ruin our life,” Louis’ sister, Lottie, says in the film. “She brought us up to be strong and she brought us up to look after each other and just to get on with things.”

Louis' career was bound for success. In 2017, he released his single 'Just Like You', in which he portrayed the reality behind fame and the battles he shares with every ordinary person in the 21st century.

“The fans have seen so much and got to know us so well, but I’ve never really had a chance to be as honest like that with music. So that was really refreshing. It was just important for me to write a song that could humanize me as much as possible, and that the fans could really feel like I'm just like them – honest and vulnerable and real.”

'Just Like You' became Louis' tool to show that, as a human, he suffered from heartbreak just like his fans do. Little did he know, that soon, his heart would break even further, as he would lose his sister Félicité only two years after his mom's passing. A drug-use overdose would take away his 18-year-old sister's life after a relapse, setting Louis back in self-doubt and lost in his journey.

“We did a lot, me and Louis, working together to try and help Fizz,” Lottie says in the documentary. “Obviously, it didn’t work. I felt that, kind of, how could we not get her out of this? I can only imagine how he felt. I’m sure it was heightened, one because he’s a brother and two because he probably felt the responsibility from our mum.”

“Life always throws shit at you,” Louis said. “Yes, I’ve had maybe more to deal with than most people my age. But then, when the natural things happen in life, when things weren’t going my way, I couldn’t deal with it. It was like, but I’ve already had so much to deal with. When am I going to start winning?”

Nonetheless, Louis would yet again use this loss as an opportunity for growth, and a year later, he would release his first studio album, 'Walls'.

Recovery and new Album Releases

In 2020, things started to look up. Louis' debut album 'Walls' was released, including tracks such as 'Don't Let it Break Your Heart', in which he expressed that he was "driving down a one-way road to something better...what hurts you is gonna pass, and you’ll have learnt from it when it comes back. You'll be doing better". His growth was evident, and his album, a success.

Walls had gained over 780 million streams, and Louis was about to start the European leg of his world tour, when the pandemic hit, and he was forced to stay home. In the film, Louis shared that he spent time in quarantine between producing his most recent album, 'Faith In The Future', and visiting his son, Freddie, in Los Angeles.

Back to normality, Louis continued with his tour, in which he traveled from Europe to South and North America, in a self-discovery process and recovery, in which he was able to finally recognize his value and the weight of his voice. While he was on stage, his fans reassured him of the importance he held in their lives, and in his shows, he'd often say "I need you, you need me". Mid-tour, his second album was released, and as he got to perform it before the crowds, the love transmitted to him on the stage, became even more fervent.

"I've just spent so long working for this moment, and tonight was the pinnacle of that idea. It's like me life just flashed before my eyes on the stage... I just feel blessed, man"

'All Of Those Voices' placed the story of Louis' journey from a dark place to becoming one of the brightest stars in the music industry, on the big screen. From severe loss and crippling self-doubt, Louis rose above the challenges in his career, achieving over 180 million streams on his most recent album. His story became one that inspired millions of fans around the world, and, in retrospect, he's finally able to admit that "Yeah, I do feel like I deserve this, and that's probably the first time I've actually said that out loud".

#louis press #the teen mag #aotv review #5.4.23 #louis tomlinson

[fluffypotatey]

Leverage Ep 12 >:3

Pre-show:

WE MADE IT TO THE FINALE

TOOK ME MONTHS BUT WE’RE HERE 🔥🔥🔥🔥

can’t think only react

So excited

Reaction:

Oooooh synopsis are you telling me we’re gonna heist the ✨insurance company✨ hehehehe

shit wait we’re starting there?????

OH SHIT

ok ok soooooo Nate is drunk (maybe???? possibly???? most likely????), he almost shot a dude (past boss????), past boss offered shrimp and Nate just went “I do like shrimp”

Bro?????? Is this a flashback????

They don’t give a time or date tho….keeping it mysterious for plot reasons I guess (<- is grumbling about it)

WAIT

SOPHIE

SOPHIE IS HERE

YIU MOTHERFUCKER

LEVERAGE YOU DIDNT

HOW DARE YOU NATE DONT YELL AT SOPHIE

they staged an intervention whilst giving him heist of his dreams 🤧 like a “hey, broski, your drinking problem sucks…..wanna get at the man who ruined you?”

ELIOT WITH GLASSES YES

ohhhhhh so this is why it’s called the 1st David Job

“While you are well-versed in dead guy art, I am not” I love you so much Alec 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Oooooh pretty art

Ummmmm sketchy basement????

omfg the vases 👀👀👀👀👀

Bro just let him take a photo????? Rookie mistake

Awwwwww let Parker play with the little naked man 🥰

Lmao Sophie does not need you to tell her how to heist a guy, Nate 🤭 so silly, maybe if you drank some water—

Oh ho! You calling the pope a heathen 😂 in front of an alleged Vatican archivist 😂 you got balls man

Mag????? THE EX WIFE?????

WHAT

WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?????? Girlie why are you in a party hosted by the ceo of the company that killed your son??????

Parker is meeeeeeeeeeee

SOPHIE 😂😂😂😂

Oh dear…..Maggie what are you doing????

SOPHIE 😂😂😂😂😂😂

It’s what….15 minutes???? jfc

Alec turned the fucking statue 💀💀💀💀💀

“Breakfast jambalaya” well now I’m hungry

YEEEEE MY PARKER/ALEC HEART

awwwwwwww he wants to talk about it 🥺🥺🥺 I’m ok T^T totally

ELIOT 💀💀💀 YOU DID NOT

Love my chaotic, smart Parker 🥰

ok, so, question: they mention that Nate’s ex-wife meets him to talk about when the priest got attacked in the Miracle Job, but now it’s like the team never met her before???? sorry it’s been awhile but I’m a little confused. Shouldn’t Sophie already know what she looks like???? Bc she made the “she’s pretty” comment here like idk sorry I’m might be overthinking this?

Lmaooooooo SOPHIE

ELIOT IS DONE LMAOOOOO

Parker don’t throw the David!!!!!

?????

Ok does the ex-wife care as in she wants to get back together or care as in “we used to love each other and while it isn’t the same now I still care for you like an old friend cares”? bc I really want option 2

Eliot why would you bring up the ex-wife again????

Sophie……girlie what are you doing???? She looks so excited and idk whether to be concerned or not

Oooooooh parents are talking

Lmao that door does not help at all, plus it has windows???? The trio’s still there this is not a private combo lol

oh shit she doesn’t know 🫢

Nate/Sophie 🥺🥺🥺🥺 why are they so soft stop it

Fuck up the company please 🙏🏻

TEXACO?????

Wait bro what’s the new plan???

Alec lmao 😂 bringing out the pen, making the pilot panic

you not a fan of heights 👀 ironic

ALEC 💀💀💀

“FAA! he’s a hardass” 😂😂😂😂

ALECCCCC WTF

BRO THE PILOTS ARE STILL THERE

My thoughts on what the pilot’s are thinking: “fucking FAA….stupid new regulations….wait, why is he putting that on his head??? What’s with that briefcase???? Who is he talking to???? What’s with the statue????….fucking FAA…”

Ah fuck it’s option 1….dammit

YEAH NATE PUNCH HIS ASS

OH SHIT

WHO WAS THAT GET THAT CAMERA AWAY

And of course this is just halfway

YES ELIOT WAIT FUCK

WHOMST

WAIT ALEC BB NOOOO HES JUST A MAN LEAVE MY MAN ALONE

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE??????

PARKER FUCK

LEAVE HIM ALONNNNNE

WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY BOY

FUCKUNG CROWLEY LOOKING DUDE BETTER NOT HARM PARKER

YES ELIOT FUCK HIM UP BREAK HIS KNEES

“I’ll come alone” fucking liar >:(

Sophie…….no girlie……..

Sterling please don’t hurt my Nate/Sophie please…..dont 🥺

He’s keeping Parker???? You bitch

Fuck 🫠 so stressed rn

Please tell me this episode isn’t over 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Ok ok not over 🥺 but still stressed

Nooooooooo Sophie/Nate please!!!!! You can’t hurt each other 🤧🤧🤧🤧 it’s not allowed!

Lmao you put it on the the edge of the roof, very classy girlie

ALEC!!!! BABY T^T

Parker should kill him, for funsies

Eliot should kill all of the lackies, for funsies as well • Hahaaaaaa so stressed

Girlie don’t you dare jump

GIRLIE WHAT

FUCK THEM ALLL UPPPPPP BOYS

I mean….they could cut the line????

Eliot you good??? Are his ribs still broke?????

Ok so episode is close to ending….everything seems well…but this is a 2-parter????

“Shouldn’t we call the police?” “You’re fired” said it like a true villain to his henchman 😎

ALEC BRO BADASS BUT STILL THE HQ????

Lmaooooo talking shit, piglet?

OHHHHHHHHH THE SHOT IS JUST LIKE THE PILOT!!!!! THEY’RE DIUNG A PARALLEL OF HOW THEY MET WHEN THEY WERE BARELY A TEAM AND NOW PRESENT TIME WHERE THEY ARE A FAMILY OH MY GOD!!!!

EVEN THE SCATTER WAS LIKE THE PILOT AHHHHHHHHHH

Final Thoughts:

#fluffy watches #leverage #halp 🫠 #edit: fuck forgot to add the read more thing

[kingsnooz]

The Ever Burning Fire of the Sworn Partners Part 1

The ruler watched as the stars went by on his balcony, staring at the moon like an old familiar friend. He always found solace in watching it and continues to do so today. It relaxed him more specifically. Dedede liked some action, but this is how he liked to “recharge.” Of course it had to be interrupted, as a flash of purple pierced through the sky until it hit a patch of land. Already hearing the commotion of his staff rising from their slumber he takes a hammer to investigate.

A small shockwave could be felt as the king landed and dashed as fast as his feet could carry him. “A king must protect his subjects” is all that flooded his mind, continuing even after he reached the foreign object's arrival point.

The Great King skidded to a halt. Citizens had gathered around the crashed mass, a purple sharded rock. That already had the Dedede perturbed.

“What is that thing?” A cappy questioned.

“It gives off a menacing aura that’s for sure.” A waddle doo noised.

More and more voices arose and as Dedede turned he saw a Bronto Burt flutter closer to the rock.

“Everyone get back! We don’t want another Jamba Heart situation!” The penguin’s voice boomed across the nearby area, keeping the public at bay, as well as frightening the little winged creature. Worried whispers could still be heard, but abruptly stopped when a sudden gust of wind blustered behind him.

“There is no need to worry, it is safe.”

Dedede didn’t feel the need to turn around, already knowing the voice all too well.

“And how do you know that?” The king interrogated.

“I’ve been to the planet this star originated from, it is where I met… her.” The knight retorted as he looked at his blade.

Dedede sighed and looks to see his favorite little guy already setting up yellow tape and holding in the urge to give an “Atta boy!”

“Back to bed, an investigation will ensue in the morning!” The royal’s right hand man stated in his “Big Boy Voice” he had practiced with his guardian all while the residents returned to their homes.

“Your majesty, do you want me to give Susie and Mags a call?”

Upon the mention of the roboticist Meta Knight’s wings slightly drooped and gripped his sword tighter.

“It is okay Bandana Dee, I have this under control.” The masked swordsman said with hints of disdain. Bandee nodded and waddled off after receiving a head pat from Dedede.

“Didn’t you move past your hatred for her?” The king asked inquisitively, causing Meta to get visibly flustered even behind his mask.

“I don’t truly hate her… just strongly dislike her at times.” The knight stated in a forced casual tone.

“Sorry for pressing it blueberry, if you ever wanna talk about it…”

“It is fine, and I appreciate your concern. Now I think we should explain things. This comet originated from an island that drifted off of Halcandra; housing ancient artifacts created by… The Ancients. It was the home to many relics and was some of their birthplaces. It seems this is a shard that is pieced off. While the artifacts inside should be safe according to Galaxia, they should still be taken with caution.” He rambled.

“So is this a Dark Nebula situation or…”

“I do not believe so, but for now you should get some sleep. I can take over from here.” The winged astral stated before being unceremoniously lifted.

“Yeah that’s not happening little man, I see how much caffeine it takes to get you up and running. How are you supposed to be at peak performance to protect dreamland with a blood pressure higher than you can fly?” Dedede asked in a scolding tone.

That first sentence earned the avian a glare.

“I am perfectly sized for my age! Although you… might be right. Fine, I shall return to the halberd and get some rest. Meet me here at the break of dawn, but first I should make sure this is off limits.”

Nearby rocks begin to rise and are carefully placed upon the foreign mineral until it is fully covered. All the while a grown could be heard.

“I’m still peeved over how you get these cool psychic powers after your what, third possession? Meanwhile I just got through my seventh and only got a power boost!” Dedede lamented. That got a small laugh out of Meta.

“Oh boohoo, the strongest physically of use got even stronger. How unbearable…”

“Whuzzat?” Dedede asks.

“While I respect your tenacity to keep going after everything, you must admit that strength boost is quite something.” States after clearing his throat.

“Eh, we’ll see.” The king grumbled.

With that the swordsman wings unfurled and took to the skies gliding upon the soft breeze with ease.

“I never said it was fully safe young knight. Those inside were still created by The Ancients. What was relatively safe to them may not be the same for you and your comrades.”

“Must everyone scold me this night.”

“What was that young man?!”

“¡Nada madre de luz! Es que, no quiero preocupar los.”

“It is your judgment to make, but please make the right judgment.”

Next chapter

#kirby #bandana waddle dee #kirby fighters 2 #king dedede #meta knight #fanficion #my stuff

[muchadoaboutstartrek]

For those who are unaware, on Wednesday (May 3rd 2023) in Belgrade, the capital of Serbia, there has been a school shooting which resulted in 10 lives being lost (8 students, a security guard and most recently a teacher who has lost the fight for life in the hospital) and numerous others being injured in GSW related injuries.

The student of this school, a 14 year old boy whom I will not name, entered the school grounds, armed with a nine millimeter gun, 5 additional mags in his bag and Molotov cocktails in his rucksack. His first victim was the security guard, who he shot in the head upon entering the school little before 8 am, after which he proceeded to strategically eliminate several other former classmates and his history teacher. He moved through several classes, eliminating targets on the go before he went out into the school yard and from which point he then proceeded to call the police on himslef. The police arrived shortly after and restrained the minor.

The student has reported bullying to his teachers and those who are responsible for sanctions of that same act, however his plea for help has been left unanswered. This student is a child of well earning parents, he studied at one of the most prestigious elementary schools in Serbia, with exemplary grades, which were the motive for the bullying from his peers. The student has been transfered to the other class in an attempt to help with the problem, however the boy remained the target of many verbal, and on several occasions physical attacks.

The boy in question has been taken, by his father on several accounts, to the shooting range where he discovered he is quite the gifted shooter.

Month in advance, leading up to the horrific massacre that he committed on May 3rd, the boy made a list of several names who were later revealed to be the actual targets of the attack. He also had sketches of the school's property, as well as exits marked with the plan of execution. He learned how to make Molotov cocktail from watching YouTube. The gun that he used in this attack was registered to his father who kept it in a safe to which his son had both the access and the code to.

When asked why he did what he did, his response was that he is a psychopath and that he is sorry he didn't get the rest of the children from the list. (Whether or not the psychopathy claim is true remains unknown since the boy needs to be reevaluated by the psychiatrist and psychologist.)

Not long after the details of the horrific scenery were made public, another attack nearby happened in another school, where the girl, a former student of this particular gymnasium, attacked her former professor and another fellow student with a knife.

Fortunately, both the teacher and the student only sustained superficial wounds and are stable.

Last night at around midnight of May 4th, a young man - reportedly aged 21, fired numerous shots from his car at the school playground after a fight broke out. He killed at least 10 people while numerous are still in hospital, many of them in critical condition. After the horrendous act, the perpetrator took off in the direction of Niš, chased by a cavalry of special forces along with a helicopter. Some sources say that he has also taken hostages but this has not yet been confirmed.

He has not been caught and is reportedly hiding in the woods.

All of these acts happened in the span of 24h after this chain reaction was kicked off by a school shooting. If there was any doubt that stricter gun laws need to be introduced, it is now gone. Serbia, who is 3rd in the world (along with Morocco) regarding the number of firearms per 100 people, but still far away from the USA and Yemen, needs to introduce stricter laws when it comes to purchasing and obtaining a firearm. THAT IS THE LEAST THAT THEY SHOULD DO, A BARE MINIMUM.

If this requirements are not met and something does not change very soon, starting from limiting the content of violent nature that is wildly accessible via TV alone, ranging from "Zadruga" and other reality bullshit to banning the well known criminals such as Kristijan Golubivić from appearing as a guest on any talk shows AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH, FROM APPEARING IN SCHOOLS TO GIVE HIS DAMN TWO CENTS TO THESE VERY SUSCEPTIBLE HORMONE RAGING TEENAGERS.

School psychologist actually need to start giving a damn and doing the job they are paid for. School officials need to take more action regarding to bullying and punishing those who do it. Parents need to talk to their children more often and have a visual at what their kid is doing on their phones. We as a society need to teach these kids that it's ok to ask for help if we are being bullied in any way and that showing emotion doesn't make you weak and/or as it is commonly known here, "a cunt".

This is the bare minimum that should be done. But in order for any if this to take any effect we as a society need to be ready for a change. Because if we are not, expect many more scenarios like this happening.

#belgrade #Serbia #school shooting

[rainbowr0ses]

I’m sorry has it been discussed that Paul McKenzie from MAG 27 a sturdy lock most likely HAD an issue and his son, Marcus MacKenzie (from MAG 146),kinda- just- gaslighted Jon by saying “oh it’s nothing, he’s a silly old man lmao” Like- have people talked about this?

#Random thoughts occur when you relisten to tma #the magnus archives #random thoughts #but seriously though #Was this a recognized thing? #Also is no one going to talk about the different last names? #McKenzie and MacKenzie #MAG 27 #MAG 146