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sthavoc · 27 days

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Hi bestieeee, can I request something cute ? It could be short if you like.

You never call Enzo by his name he is used to hearing “mi amor” or whatever you like but when you say his name for something he’s like the confused pikachu meme like what did I do wrong? Who you talking to cuz that ain’t me I’m the love of your life future father of your children EXCUSE YOUUU TREAT ME WITH SOME RESPECT.

Thank you !! 💖

*๑՞ 🍏 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: you decide to pull a little prank on your boyfriend, wanting to see his reaction to you calling him by his name.

·˚ ༘ warnings: I believe it’s only fluff (if not i’m sorry)

·˚ ༘ note: guys i’m finally on spring break!! I can write more fics now! this one is a small blurb <3 i’m sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes.

The times you’ve called Enzo by his name could be counted. Those few moments could be times when the two of you would either fight or be on serious topics. Apart from that, his name wouldn't be a part of your daily vocabulary around him, or on the list of names you were used on calling him.

But today, you decided to see and test the waters. What would his reaction be to you randomly calling him by his name? Right now both of you found yourselves in the kitchen after you guys had gotten back home from doing your grocery shopping.

You thought this was perfect timing for you to ask him for something.

“¿Enzo, me pasas las manzanas por favor?” And there was his reaction. You tried to ignore it, but the facial expressions he had were difficult to dismiss. Your lips quivered from trying your best not to break character, you even had to seal them completely.

“¿Cómo me llamaste?” He spoke with confusion and astonishment in his tone. You never looked up from what you were doing and continued to put the groceries away.

“¿De qué hablas?” You followed along. The smallest of smiles broke from your lips when your back faced him and he wasn’t able to see any sign of facial expressions on your face.

“Me llamaste Enzo.” He sets both palms on the cold stone of the kitchen counter, his knuckles bending with the action. By this moment you had turned towards him again but continued to move.

“Pero si así te llamas amor.” You played dumb.

“No, no—” He points with his index before making his lips damped with his tongue. “Para vos yo soy tu “mi amor”, futuro marido, el padre de tus futuros hijos, el amor de tu vida.” You were trying your very best not to laugh right now. He appeared offended from hearing his name coming out of your lips.

You couldn't hide the smile on your lips, and he realized it. The crease that formed between his brows hadn't missed the way your cheeks grew for the smile. Which was when he asked—

“¿Por que sonreís?” he continued to look annoyed as you continued to smile.

You shook your head trying to cover your smile, but you were failing to. “Era una bromita amor.”

A smirk appeared on his lips, where he stuck his tongue inside his lower lip with a small shake of the head. “Ah ¿una bromita eh?” He copies. He had walked closer to you, his hands had found its way to your waist. “Pues tus bromitas me van a dar algo chiquita. Pero todo lo que dije es verdad eh.” He points.

“Lo se, y lo siento.” you whisper genuinely. Your eyes looked up at him while you continued to share your smile.

His index finger and thumb rested on your chin while the lack of space stayed between the two before he leaned in to share a gentle kiss. A kiss from which you were able to hear the smooch after you both pulled away.

“respeto, nena.” He said.

And you knew that the man meant for you to have respect for him, on knowing how to call him. It was mostly banter, but he did prefer for you to call him any cute pet name than his name. A million times.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic x you

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roosterforme · 1 year

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PARTY ROCKIN' 🤘🏼✨

- Rooster (DUH)

- "You are doing so well"

- Spanking

I'm kicking off the Smutsational Smutfest with this ask! Let's take a little glimpse into the future with Roo and Baby Girl (especially since their wedding is coming up soon!)

Written for my Smutsational Smutfest!

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

It was a bright, sunny day, perfect for a Padres game with your husband and your parents. You sat with your fingers linked with your husband's while he played with your rings.

"Dad, you're supposed to be on a diet," you reminded your father while he ordered two more hot dogs from one of the vendors.

"Aww, let him have some fun," Bradley said. "He's on vacation for the week."

You rolled your eyes at your husband. "You're not helping, Roo."

Your mom just shook her head. "Your father has no self discipline."

Bradley leaned in close to your ear and kissed you before whispering. "Is that where you get it from, Baby Girl?"

You quickly turned toward his smirking face. "I have plenty of self discipline," you told him defiantly. "Except when it comes to one thing." You let your hand drift up his thigh slowly as you turned toward the baseball game, feigning interest in the player up to bat. And then you gently palmed Bradley's cock through his jeans and squeezed.

He grunted, but he didn't move your hand away. Rather, he said probably loud enough for your parents to hear, "Do I need to discipline you right now?"

That's exactly how you ended up in the family bathroom, with your jeans and panties pushed down around your thighs and your hands planted on your knees.

"You can't keep your hands to yourself in public, can you?" Bradley asked, rubbing his large hand along your ass and down to your pussy before spanking you hard.

"No, Daddy," you whined, wiggling your butt back toward him for some more.

He spanked you again. "What's your punishment for grabbing my cock in front of your parents?"

You moaned so loudly, the sound echoed off the tiled walls. "Spanking," you answered, but it really wasn't a punishment at all. You knew it, and Bradley knew it, too.

As his palm connected with your sensitive flesh over and over, you bit your lip to keep quiet.

"You are doing so well, Baby Girl. You ready for me to fuck you now?"

"Pease, Daddy!" you nearly shouted, and then he was inside you.

He wasn't going slow or trying to make you feel good, he was just fucking you hard and fast. Which was definitely working for you.

"You're always so fucking wet for me," he growled, hands wrapped tight around your hips. The slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the small space, along with his panting and your soft whimpers.

"I need it, Daddy," you gasped, voice getting higher as you felt the first squeeze of your pussy around his thick cock.

You grabbed your knees tighter as he said, "I'm going to fill you up. Fuck you full of my cum. And you'll keep it inside you for the rest of the day." His palm landed on your butt one more time, and then you were spiraling into your orgasm as he came in your pussy.

A moment later, when his semen was soaking through your lace panties and coating the inside of your jeans, you opened the door. The line of unamused people waiting for the restroom had you and Bradley laughing as he wrapped his arm around you.

"That was fun, Roo," you said with a grin, placing a kiss on his neck. "I really learned my lesson, too."

"No, you didn't," he whispered, squeezing your waist and making you giggle. "You're a brat, Sweetheart. A brat who I hope I can say I knocked up at a Padres game."

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I hope you loved it @mak-32

#4k smutsational smutfest #top gun smut #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x female reader

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uvjellyfish · 29 days

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interesting tidbits of the famitsu interview

-apparently they didnt know what side order was even going to be until after splat 3's release, which maybe explains some things

-the palettes for characters that arent inkling/octoling are based more on what they might use if they could or what fit their vibes

-pearls space suit cost 200 million cash cause she wanted to be out of this world, and marina made her tentacles galaxy-colored to match

- apparently the chips making sound in the menu wasnt planned, and all the sounds come from off the hook songs. they also mention being able to hear something during the first fight with overlorder, so if youre curious, when you pick up all the chips and play them in order going back and forth each row it plays the chorus of ebb & flow (its a little hard to parse but its there)

(these are about the bosses)

-the bumpers in pinging marciales arena are soy sauce holders. in its second phase the bumps on its shell are holding rice. good ol splatoon design lol

-asynchronus rondo is a sushi conveyer, and was meant to be a hospitality robot before it was corrupted by order. also the sounds its making may be a corruption of a memory as well (i assume the same goes for Ball)

-paralell canon is not literally agent 4, it is just a copy of them

-the memories seen in different stages are actually being burned and ejected from the tower, thats what the "snow" is

-the shapes and lights in the square/foyer that react to the music are plankton. the denizens of the square seem to be manifestations of the programming. cipher is unique because it gained sentience after order started sucking people in and it came into contact with those conciousnesses

-pearl stays a drone because she likes to be tall

-absolute scraps of octarian lore but ill take it

-acht did finally leave the underground after side order and is living off the royalties of their music. good for them

-iso padre is in the square because of the ufo catcher

-i hit the image limit but the reason pearls step off song is off the hooks news intro is because of marinas memories and desire for them to stay together <3

#splatoon #take things with a grain of salt since im using machine translation btw

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 4 months

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So, in Brazilian architecture, urbanism, and politics news, President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva issued a decree to prohibit the use of materials, structures, equipment, and hostile construction techniques in open spaces for public use that have as their objective or result the removal of homeless people, elderly people, young people, children, people with disabilities, and other segments of the population.

The decree regulates item XX of the caput of art. 2nd of Law No. 10,257, of July 10, 2001, previously included by Law No. 14,489, of 2022, the Padre Júlio Lancellotti Law, named in honour of a priest who is a famous activist against hostile architecture.

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#brazil #architecture #politics #urbanism #housing #brazilian politics #luiz inacio lula da silva #mod nise da silveira #image description in alt #translations and summaries

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incorrectquoteslooneytuneslatino · 10 months

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Walter: Hija, baja a desayunar. Hice huevitos (se pone a jugar con el interruptor de la luz).

Lola: Ya voy.

Walter: (sigue jugando) Apúrate, pues.

Lola: Ya voy, deja ahí. Vas a fundir el foco.

Walter: (voz de locutor) Ah… “El mundo al revés. Los hijos regañan a los padres”. Mira no más (sigue prendiendo y apagando la luz).

Lola: ¡Ya, papá!

Walter: Ay… (se va todo triste).

Fuente: TikTok

#looney tunes #incorrect quotes #space jam #el show de los looney tunes #the looney tunes show #lola bunny #walter bunny #tiktok #feliz día de los padres #feliz día del padre #happy father's day

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changingplumbob · 11 days

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Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 3

Dia de los Muertos is here!

CW: Discussions of death

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common phrases Spanish words Abuelo/Abuela: Grandfather/Grandmother Barrio: Neighbourhood Buenos días: Good morning Carino: Term of endearment for a loved one Gracias: Thank you Hasta luego: See you later Lo siento: Sorry Mi familia: My family Padre: Father Si: Yes Te amo: I love you

Poor Marta has an awful night with Burning Belly. She drinks green tea while checking out some midnight building show, forever hoping the nausea will die down. When it does she’s able to nap for a few hours. But before long her stomach forces her up and back to the tea and TV. Who is this house flipper person? Marta wants to improve her handiness but she doesn’t think that he looks trustworthy…

Keira: Good morning sweetheart. How did you sleep

Marta: *yawns* in patches but I feel much better now

Keira: That’s great news!

Marta: Oh you must come! I finished the ofrenda last night

The couple head downstairs and Marta excitedly shows Keira where she’s set up the bottles of wine and larger sugar skulls amongst the food she grilled.

Marta: Do you like it

Keira: Of course but I’m hardly an ofrenda expert

Marta pushes herself to tiptoes and kisses Keira on the cheek.

Marta: You will be carino

Keira: Why the sugar skulls?

Marta: Abuela, Abuelo, Padre and Mama each have one of the big ones, their names are carved in them to honour them. Then the four smaller ones on the second level, there’s one each for abuela Maria’s ancestors, abuelo Manuel’s ancestors and the ancestors of Mama’s parents.

Keira: I’m surprised you found someone here who makes them

Marta: The woman has made them for over 60 years

Keira: Wow, no wonder they’re so detailed. Why are we having chimi for breakfast, I thought it was for dinner

Marta: Family tradition carino. Every year Abuelo Manuel would make chimi with Padre. He claimed they were the best in town so he made extra to give away, you know to all the people to busy working to cook. We always had more than we needed by Dia de los Muertos so he would have us feast at breakfast as well as dinner

Keira: That’s cool, gracias for telling me

Keira volunteers to do the dishes and is glad to hear a healthy Marta singing away like normal as she collects their gear for the gym space at the rec center. Marta takes a moment to stop by the ofrenda and talk to her family before they leave.

Marta: Buenos días mi familia. Don’t be mad at me for not having a proper ofrenda in years, por favor. Liam never let… well, he’s gone now so what he stopped me doing is past. But I have Keira now, you’ll meet all her familia tonight. I hope you like them. Te amo, hasta luego

After a few hours at the nearby church service the couple make it to the rec center. It’s pretty quiet here by midday, the couple guess since the weather has less clouds the people in the area must be enjoying outdoors. Keira gets on a workout machine in the corner while Marta finds space to roll out her yoga mat. There’s no room in their unit and the ground outside was too muddy to risk it. Keira watches Marta as she stretches away. She’s always in the zone when doing her yoga, the oversized cat headphones ensuring the only sounds she hears are her beats.

After what seems like hours Marta lies down to finish her routine. Keira takes that as a cue to finish up her own exercise.

Marta: All done carino?

Keira: Si

Marta: *giggles* I guess we need to clean up before we receive your family

Keira: *smiles* Are you proposing what I think you’re proposing

Marta: *innocently* The showers are there to be used are they not

Keira: *laughs* you win

The pair head off to the changing rooms where they lock themselves in a suite and make very good use of the shower. Perks of leaving the house.

The Fosters arrive and are called to eat and share stories of those who are no longer with them.

Kayleigh: Oh Marta dear this looks delicious

Marta: I hope you enjoy it

Samir: Is any of it meat?

Reece: Don’t worry boss, I’ll grab you some chicken

Carson: Please tell me you vacuumed

Marta: Uh, not today lo siento

Carson grumbles but goes and grabs a plate.

Harvey: So how exactly do we do this

Marta: There’s no script. We just share tales of ones we love who are gone that we wish to honour and remember. Who wants to go first

The Fosters all look a bit hesitant so Marta figures she may as well start.

Marta: Let me tell you about my Abuela Maria. She was born back in Mexico. Growing up she was known as the girl who was always falling over. We think she had an inner ear problem but there were not many doctors in her barrio so we don’t know. She would fall over if she went too fast which she would do a lot *laughs* she was a speed loving kid, always had someone to go see

Keira: And she grew up to become a teacher. She emigrated to the Dominican Republic with a group from her college and that’s where she met Marta’s abuelo Manuel. He insisted on walking arm in arm to help her balance but later admitted that was just so he could be close to her

The girls start eating again, clearly having finished the tale.

Charlie: I… I had a great dog called Allie

Keira’s parents and siblings all murmur in agreement. They grew up with Allie and all had affection for her.

Charlie: She was always a good dog. She stuck to me like glue. I remember one time out on a run I twisted my ankle and she stood barking until a car stopped to help me

Carson: I miss her

Charlie: Me to. She’ll always be my first furbaby

Kaori: My grandmother Sachiko was a light in the darkness for me after my parents passed. No matter how angry or sad I got she always made sure I had everything I needed. Her favourite thing to do was garden. She was always out cutting from whatever plants we had and making big bouquets too send to others on the mountain

Harvey: What about your parents Samir

Harvey is obviously just trying to include Samir in the conversation but the large man looks very uncomfortable, having already perched himself on the lone chair by the stairs.

Reece: Actually dad we talked and I’m going to share a bit about his parents if that’s all right

Reece looks to Marta for reassurance and she nods.

Marta: We do not have to remember those only connected by blood, familia is much more than that

Reece: *smiles* So his ommi, Nadia Hadji, gave the best hugs in the whole world. Regardless of if she was in a good mood or not, she always had time for hugs. Samir fell out of a bunch of trees when he was little and when he’d get home his ommi would patch him up. When he was all clean she’d kiss every plaster before giving him a giant squeeze and letting him run off

Marta: That’s lovely

Samir digs into his food trying to ignore the blush in his cheeks.

Reece: His ab, Othman Hadji, loved the woods and the animals that inhabited it. He’s where Samir got his love of nature and he remembers having many adventures with his ab through the woods. Just like I remember having with dad

Harvey smiles and pulls Reece in for a hug.

Kaori: My dad’s the one who taught me how to snowboard. Or rather tried to teach me how to snowbard

Marta: I have so many questions already

Kaori: My dad wasn’t from Mt Komorebi, he was traveling there when he met mum and had never seen snow before

The evening passes with the family sharing stories of all those they have loved and lost over the years. Kaori’s parents Emica and Daiki had a lot of fun around Mt Komorebi which didn’t always impress Kaori’s stern grandfather Shigeru. Of course all the Fosters remember their shock at discovering Sachiko and Shigeru had become enemies, and divorced. Then Shigeru announced he’d married Geeta, a woman none of them knew.

Samir of course had lost his parents and he suspected his grandparents, no one pressed him on the subject. Both Kayleigh and Harvey’s parents were all in the forever save now, Harvey’s dad was there before even Charlie was born. At last the family understand why Harvey is so eager to become a grandparent. The sims were all gone now but as the stories continued to be shared and everyone got full bellies, the room did feel as though there was more life in it than just the sims that had still beating hearts.

Kayleigh: Thank you for including us Marta, it was nice

Marta: Dia de los Muertos is for familia

Kayleigh: Well I’m very glad you’re part of ours. You to Samir

Samir: Hmm? Oh, ah… thanks?

When the parents are out of earshot Keira pops over to her brother and his boyfriend.

Keira: You have to tell me, you must be responsible for that thing on his neck

Samir and Reece blush but while Samir is less than eager to elaborate, Reece is happy to report the hickey is intentional.

To wrap things up we have a couple of group photos and thank everyone for coming.

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #my sims #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #R0903 #MartaRomero #KeiraFoster #KayleighFoster #HarveyFoster #CharlieNishidake #KaoriNishidake #ReeceFoster #SamirHadji #CarsonFoster

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bradshawsvinyl · 2 months

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Game Changer: Chapter Two

As the new clubhouse reporter for the San Diego Padres, Alexandra Garcia never expected to find herself entangled in a whirlwind romance with the teams star player, Bradley Bradshaw.

EEEEE IM EXCITED!!!!!!!!! bradley is so cutesy!

warnings: none

After meeting with Pete, Alexandra couldn’t help but feel excitement over the prospect of getting to interview players after games. She has loved baseball ever since she was a child. Fond memories of the sport surrounded her.

Tonight was the Padres first home game of the season. They were playing fellow California team the Los Angeles Dodgers. Alexandra sat up in the press box and couldn’t help but smile at her new job. She took notes on the score and the players. In the second inning Bradley hit a solo home run. By the eighth inning, the Dodgers were leading 1-3. That was until catcher Bob Floyd hit a grand slam. The stadium erupted in cheers and Alexandra couldn’t help but to clap along. Thanks to Bob, the Padres picked up their first win of the season.

After the game, Alexandra found herself bustling around the clubhouse, preparing to interview players for the post game coverage. As she makes her way through the crowded space, she spots the star of the game Bob Floyd.

Approaching him with a warm smile, Alexandra introduces herself and extends her hand in greeting. "Hi, Bob. I'm Alexandra Garcia, the new clubhouse reporter for the Padres. Mind if I ask you a few questions about tonight's game?"

Bob looks up from his coffee, his tired eyes lighting up at the sight of Alexandra. "Of course, Alexandra. Fire away," he replies, his voice kind.

As Alexandra concludes her interview with Bob she couldn’t help but to feel proud of herself. Her first interview was finished and Bob had opened up to her and given her some useful information to use in her coverage. Just as she prepares to move on to her next interview she, a subtle movement catches her eye.

Looking up, she sees Bradley pause his conversation with outfielder Jake Seresin and give her a wave from across the room. A surprised smile meets her face as she waves back. “Get it together.” She thinks to herself. He was just another player and she really shouldn’t put herself in any awkward positions.

As Bradley returned to his conversation with Jake, Alexandra couldn’t help but feel slightly giddy. It wasn’t a secret that Bradley was easy on the eyes. His tall frame and big brown eyes could make any woman fall to her knees. And on top of that, he was one of the highest paid players in Major League Baseball.

Finishing up his conversation with Jake, Bradley decides to approach Alexandra. For some reason he felt connected to her. With a sense of determination, he made his way through the packed clubhouse to where she was sitting.

“Hey,” he said as Alexandra looked up from her laptop where she was reading over her interview with Bob.

Startled, Alexandra looks up to find Bradley standing in front of her. A warm smile gracing his lips. “Oh um hi Bradley. Great game today!” She replies, trying to hide the surprise and excitement in her voice.

“I just came over here to say great job with Bob.” Bradley continues, “It’s not easy to get players to open up like that.” Alexandra felt a rush of gratitude at Bradley’s praise. “Thank you,” she said blushing nervously. “I appreciate that coming from someone who knows how to command attention on the field.”

Bradley laughed, eyes sparkling with admiration. “Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink sometime? You know to celebrate your first day on the job.”

Alexandra’s heart skipped a beat at the prospect of getting to hang out with Bradley outside of work. “I would love to!” She answered quickly.

With a sense of relief, Bradley returned her smile. His brown eyes alight with anticipation. “Are you free tomorrow? I know a great place not too far from here.”

“Tomorrow sounds perfect!” Alexandra nodded eagerly.

Before parting ways, Bradley hesitantly mustered up the courage to ask “Hey would it be alright if I could get your number? You know just to confirm details and figure out where to pick you up tomorrow.”

Alexandra was stunned but nodded her head and pulled out her phone to give to Bradley.

DID HE JUST ASK ME OUT?? She thought to herself excitedly. She couldn’t wait to go home and tell her friends about her hot date with the Padres best outfielder.

#jake seresin x reader #rooster x reader #hangman x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster x oc #rooster x you #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x oc #jake hangman seresin #hangman x oc #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #coyote x reader #my writing #game changer

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blueiskewl · 1 month

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SpaceX Launches Starship Rocket Into Space on 3rd Test Flight

SpaceX's Starship megarocket, the world's largest and most powerful rocket, reached orbital speed for the first time Thursday in a historic third test flight from South Texas.

Hundreds of Spring Break spectators, rocket launch chasers and SpaceX fans gathered along the southern shores of South Padre Island and surrounding areas to witness the third test flight of the biggest rocket ever built. About 5 miles (8 kilometers) south of the crowds, SpaceX's massive Starship vehicle lifted off this morning (March 14) at 9:25 a.m. EDT (1325 GMT) from the company's manufacturing and test launch facilities near Boca Chica Beach.

"Starship reached orbital velocity," SpaceX founder Elon Musk announced on X (formerly Twitter) after liftoff. "Congratulations SpaceX team!!" The launch occurred on the 22nd anniversary of SpaceX's founding in 2002, the company said.

Neither the Starship vehicle nor its Super Heavy booster survived all the way through to their intended splashdown, but SpaceX officials said the test flight achieved several of its key goals during the flight.

#SpaceX Launches Starship Rocket Into Space on 3rd Test Flight #SpaceX Starship #SpaceX #spaceship #spacecraft #space #rocket #rocket man #Elon Musk

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the-hinky-panda · 2 months

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The Gin Blossom: Part III

Warning: Mention of PTSD, survivor guilt, and suicide.

The night had been going so well.

You had stuck around Santo Padre for the last week. There were no festivals during that week that you had signed up for and the idea of catching up with Songbird and Riz sounded like a nice break. However, you found your time spent helping Jo and Songbird decorate the outside bar space for a wedding reception that was happening Saturday. Coco and Stitches had apparently eloped and this was their punishment: an evening of elegance and celebration with their closest friends.

If this was how their esteemed friends were treated, well…it was a good sign of a healthy community. You have to admit, meeting the variety of people in the MC and their significant others, you understand why Songbird has settled here, has made friends with these people. And they seem to have fully accepted you into their ranks. No one stands on ceremony. If you’re going to be part of the group, you’ll stick around. If not, you’re free to go. The honest and direct acceptance is something you only ever came across in the Marines.

This is a true brotherhood.

Your days are spent stringing lights, arranging flowers and candles for centerpieces and the evenings are spent with Gilly. He comes to Jo’s bar since you’re staying in your airstream that’s still parked behind the venue. You have a few beers, swap war stories, and subtly flirt. You like him, much more than you thought you would. He’s resilient, funny, and kind. You like his sarcastic sense of humor, and the ease of conversation. You could fall for him, seriously fall for him, and you haven’t felt that way since Dylan. It gives you hope for a second chance of happiness, for finding a true home.

When he asked you to accompany him to the reception on Saturday, you didn’t even have to think about it. You had enlisted Songbird’s help in choosing a dress for the occasion. Normally you wouldn’t care. Fashion was never something important to you. But you felt like this mattered, this was important. And you didn’t want to throw away a chance at finding your second chance.

The dress was a simple, over the head shift that was a blend of greens, blues, and golds, that brushes right above your knees. Songbird dug out a pair of gold sandals that lace up your calves. She must get the same feeling that you do, that this is some kind of turning point. She fixes your hair, a mix of twists and braids. On the short walk from your trailer to the bar, Songbird picks one of the papery-thin cactus blossoms, a vivid magenta bloom, and tucks it into one of the twists by your ear.

You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as you greet Gilly by the entrance of the reception area. It feels selfish, wanting this second chance. You were adopted by a power couple when you were three. Pulled out of a meth house in Chicago, hiding under a kitchen table clutching a bag of McDonald’s fries and chicken nuggets and handed to a four star Army general and a corporate lawyer. You went right into the Marines after high school graduation, married a Gunnery Sergeant, and thought you had your happily ever after.

That is until everything went completely off the rails.

And brings you back to your current situation.

You had a lovely time at the wedding reception. Eating, drinking, and dancing with Gilly. You enjoyed being close to him, held by him, and when he leaned in close during the slow dance and asked if you wanted to get out of here, you didn’t hesitate to answer yes. But now he’s holding the passenger door of his truck open for you and terror roots you to the spot.

Shit.

This is not how you saw this situation going.

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Gilly knows a PTSD episode when he sees one, and the look on your face tells him something terrible has happened in a vehicle’s passenger seat. He automatically switches into rescue mode and shuts the truck door. The sound is enough to snap you back from whatever traumatic experience you were reliving.

“I’m sorry-”

“No,” he interrupts you. “Don’t be sorry.”

He can see you’re trembling so he takes your elbow and guides you towards the back of the truck, dropping the tailgate. Your eyes land on all the things that he and Riz had collected for this evening: blankets, pillows, a cooler. So much for it being a surprise now. He grabs a blanket and spreads it out on the tailgate before helping you up on the makeshift seat. A few deep breaths later, you give him a shaky smile.

“Were you trying to seduce me this evening, Mr. Lopez?” Your voice is still trembling but you’re regaining your footing.

“Who says I’m giving up on the seduction?”

You laugh shortly and your shoulders start to relax. It’s a good start. But he sees you’re still struggling to find your words. You’re brave. You’re a marine. And you do end up capturing those elusive words.

“Remember I told you about my husband, Dylan?”

Gilly nods. “Yeah. You said he died a couple years ago.” But you never said how and pieces are starting to fall into place. “Car accident?”

You nod your head.

He’s heard a lot of stories, far too many of them, of vets coming home and within six months, slamming their cars into trees or motorcycles into ditches. The thought had crossed his mind a time or two if he was being honest. But something always stopped him. The hope that something was going to come along and make it all worth it. “He did it on purpose?”

“Yeah.” You rub a thumb over your Marine tattoo. “Except I was in the car with him.”

“Fuck.” The word is out of his mouth before he can stop it. “God, I’m so sorry.”

“There were warning signs. Events that lead up to that night but…” you trail off, a whole other story behind that revelation. “I tried to pull the wheel so the car would stay on the road but…he punched me in the face. Knocked me out. The doctors say that’s what saved my life.”

“Being limp at impact.”

“I was in a coma for a month. They weren’t sure I was going to come out of it. But I did. And then found out Dylan didn’t make it. By the time I was released from the hospital, and could face getting back into a car, grass had already grown over his grave.”

PTSD. Survivor’s guilt. Grief at not being able to do enough. Gilly knows these feelings all too well. He rests his hand over yours and you immediately slide your fingers between his. “You know, even if you did recognize all the signs, that wouldn’t have stopped him.”

“I know.” You squeeze his hand. “I know that now.”

They sit in silence together, hands entwined, and listening to the music from the reception drift over to them. It’s soothing and after a few moments of sitting together like this, he decides on how to move forward. Gilly takes out the keys to his truck and holds them out to you.

“Whatever you want to do this evening, you’re in the driver’s seat. You’ll always have the driver’s seat when you’re with me.”

You look at the keys with wide-eyed surprise and then your gaze shifts to the supplies in the back of the truck. “Well, it seems a shame to let such a lovely seduction go to waste. And it has been a while for me. But,” you sigh dramatically. “I’m afraid I don’t know where a good location for such an event would be.”

“Lucky for you, I happen to know how to get there and will be more than happy to provide directions.”

You take the keys from him, leaning forward and kissing him briefly. “Well then, let’s not waste any more time.”

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