#the goal is to make three collections so stay tuned

[noclue32]

New Auras (Poe Dameron x Jedi!Pilot! Reader) (She/her Pronouns) Slow burn

I just want to start off by saying a lot of the fic will contain my own personal head canons, although I try to stay as accurate as possible. Such as the planet Alzubith. Another thing that is not accurate is that I have aged Poe down to 22-25 although it still takes place shortly before The Force Awakens. I will also be using Y/N although I will try to not use it much. This is just part one! So stay tuned for later updates. Poe does not appear in this chapter, but he will next. This is a slow burn friends to lovers fic with a lot of Top Gun energy. When I start to publish the later chapters I will link them and make a masterlist. Thank you so much for reading! This is my first fic so reblogs are much appreciated :)

Master list can be found here

WC: 1,550

Chapter 1, Alzubith

Twenty-three years, twenty-three years ago. That’s how long it had been since General Leia Organa had felt the presence in the force. A new presence at the time, your presence. A few years back it started to dissipate, slowly but surely. Enough for the General to grow a concern for whoever possessed it. General Organa had become weary after every battle, knowing her time would soon end. A part of her wondered if the galaxy could ever be restored to balance, although her faith in the force assured her of peace whenever her anxieties rose. After the most recent battle, Leia was not satisfied with leaving the galaxy unsure of its tranquility. The former princess knew what she had to do, walking to her meditation room she thought of who could help complete her goal, when a certain commander came to mind. 

Alzubith, home of many terrains, outlaws, smugglers, pirates, bounty hunters and of course yourself. Other than the packs of criminals, there were not many people who lived on its grounds. Living there for quite a long time, you knew the ins and outs of the towns nearby, especially since you rarely left the atmosphere. You had left a few times on vacation, but mostly for supplies for work. It consumed most hours of your life, shipping in parts, fixing ships for the strangest people in the galaxy, fixing up Old Republic, Rebellion and Empire ships and of course learning to fly them. Even though the ladder was not a  part of the job. 

Both government bodies had dumped ships and bodies onto the land, leaving both for scavengers or whoever could take them fast enough. Leaving your mechanic shop in possession of a few of said planes. Including your favorite, a T-65 X-Wing starfighter. The same make and model used by Luke Skywalker, not including the scratches and missing parts yours had. Over the years, refurbishing it to its original state was the goal of your entire mechanic. It looked rough on the outside, but as a collective you were able to restore it to its flying ability. 

You couldn’t wait to fly it on your special day, your twenty third birthday. There was nothing particularly special to this specific anniversary, only that it was one of the only days out of the year you didn’t feel guilty giving into your own selfish desires. The day was bright and beautiful, the sun beating down on all who passed through, opposing the heavy rains common for that season. 

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Arynel beamed watching you cross to the entrance of the shop. “Any plans yet? Besides dealing with this Wookie’s broken speeder,” He announced looking inside the shop and making a teeth grit jokingly. 

Your eyes dart over to the aforementioned Wookie yelling at one of your colleagues. Sighing, you looked back to your friend and simply responded with, “I guess I have three items on the agenda now.”

“Oh yeah? What are the other two supposed to be?” Besides going out to cantinas on your birthdays, nobody on the planet ever had time to do much else.

“After the speeder, I’m gonna treat myself to a pastry and then hop onto the X-Wing before we all go out,” Smiling, you walked over to the Wookie and began helping him with his issue. That being it was almost completely destroyed. You predicted it would take hours out of your day, and you were right. 

When you were finished, you headed straight to devour your birthday pastry, starved and proud of the day's work. Nothing could beat that feeling of euphoria, except of course that of flying. You had about an hour and a half left until everyone ended their day and headed to the cantina. Just enough to get up in the air and enjoy yourself. The usual routine ensued, pushing your head into a musty unmarked helmet, pulling yourself up into the cockpit and slamming the door, lastly checking the wings and landing gear. Everything was fine, picture perfect clear for takeoff. Flipping the switches, reading the stick and yoke, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. When you found yourself in the air, the euphoria came rushing back to you. You were a great pilot of course, it made sense considering you had been in a cockpit since your infantry. The tricks, speed and turns you pulled in this bantha crap ship were no different than usual. It was when you had calmed completely when you felt it, something watching you. 

Quickly, you peered at the radar which was blank. No comms message about anyone else in the atmosphere. Despite this, you picked it up, “Hello this is Y/N Y/L/N from Bovdip’s shop. Are you reading anything near me on your radar? I’m flying the T-65 X-Wing.” Silence, nothing but it. You slowly reached for the comm mike again, “.....Is anyone there…?”

Prior to a response, your world turns black. There is nothing but silence and a thin layer of water beneath you. “Dank farrik…! Where’s the X-Wing? Where did everything go!?” Panicking, you looked for anything, anyone who could give you a response. It came to you then, a voice. Elderly and kind, welcoming and strong. 

“Y/N…. You have been avoiding your power for quite too long. We need you, you need us. I know what you can do, I have known ever since your birth. If you help us you can save the galaxy." 

Scanning the area quickly, you found nothing but darkness. "I'm not who you think I am, I've given up my abilities. I will not use them, we both know the harm they can cause." You stated blankly, trying to keep your composure. Although the voice could hear your own trembling and fear. "Who are you?" A seemingly easy question was not answered. Instead you were retorted. 

The voice spoke once more, "You have not given up your abilities. Maybe you think you have, but they surround you everyday. Embrace it. Use them on your own terms." This response stunned you as you still turned looking for the representative of it. Abruptly, you felt it, a hand on your shoulder. The hand ceased its contact when your world went back to the way it was before. 

“Y/N? Y/N? Do you read me?” A voice finally emerged from the comms, but you were astonished trying to put together any of what had just happened. The voice questioned again, “Y/N! You’re going dangerously fast, that relic isn’t going to make it!” Your direction focused back onto the comm, it was one of your fellow technicians. “Are you there!?” 

“Yes, yes I am!” Catching your breath you pulled the X-Wing’s yoke trying to slow it, wondering how you were even still in the air considering your unconsciousness from reality. You directed it back as far as you could, trying to crash land as smoothly as possible. Fortunately, you made it with a few bumps, leaving a new scratch on the underbelly of the fighter. Hopping out of the starfighter you pushed off your helmet and let the lines of sweat run down your face. Nothing could possibly awake you from the shock you had just experienced. 

Walking back to Bovdip’s shop, you were stopped by one of the other technicians, “We’re gonna be late to Enzar’s cantina if you don’t hurry up.” He noticed your eyes, distant and otherworldly as you tried to think of what to respond with. 

Sighing, your brain finally pieced together an excuse to miss out on your birthday celebration, “I think I’m gonna sit this one out. I’ve been very burnt out lately, so I’m going to sleep early today.” Before he could respond, you sat down on your speeder and drove as fast as you could. The feeling of air whipping around you as you drove home was the only thing keeping you in this reality as you ventured to your small and crowded house. The houses on your block were not made of strong material, and were all lined up against each other. They each housed one to two people, workers quarters. Flinging the door open you locked it and rested your back against it, taking the deep breaths you needed. After a second or two of your rest, your eyes peered towards a fake panel in your wall. Pulling it away, you pulled out the case you had hidden years ago. The case containing the saber given to you as a child, which you were now big enough to wield properly. Activating it, the green light bounced off the walls of your room, reminding you that it was in fact not some sort of fake toy gifted to you, but a weapon. Shii-cho was the only form you mastered, and you wondered if you even remembered it. If someone was able to connect with you through the force they would most likely know where you are. The way of the Jedi was something you had given up long ago, it was the reason you could never fully trust anyone, the reason you feared someone would come and kill you, or force you to join their cause. The first order being your main fear. 

You would soon find out who called out for you. 

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Thank you so much for the read !! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of New Auras.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x force sensitive reader #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x jedi!reader #poe dameron x pilot!reader #the force awakens #oscar isaac #star wars sequels #star wars #slow burn #friends to lovers #mutual pining

[samwargacki]

Maximizing Goal-Scoring Opportunities: A Tactical Approach to Free-Kick Situations

In the world of soccer, free-kick situations present valuable opportunities for teams to capitalize on scoring chances. However, the common practice of immediately taking a shot on goal after a foul may not always be the most effective strategy. Today, we’ll explore a unique approach to free-kick situations that I’ve developed as a coach and have seen success with my teams.

I believe that the key to success lies in breaking away from the individual goal-scoring mentality and fostering a collective focus on winning the game. “Not every individual’s goal should be to score a goal. The team’s common goal should be to win the game,” I emphasize.

Central to my strategy is designating a forward, aptly named “Johnny,” to always anticipate the ball after a foul. By quickly restarting play with a pass to Johnny, the team creates breakaway opportunities that catch the opposing defense off guard. “It’s all about getting the team on the same page and aware,” I explain.

During training sessions, I implement drills that simulate real-game scenarios, where players learn to react quickly and make strategic passes to Johnny. By simulating unexpected fouls and emphasizing the need for immediate defensive positioning during scrimmages, players adapt to high-pressure situations and develop a collective understanding of their roles.

As players become more familiar with the strategy, I introduce more advanced set plays, incorporating designated players like “Steven” into specific runs to add complexity and unpredictability to free-kick situations. “The beauty of it is worst-case scenario, everyone is covered up, and the opposing team is aware and ready, so we take a normal free kick” I note.

The success of this approach is evident in the results. “We minimum get two or three goal-scoring opportunities a game from it,” I share. It’s baffling to me that it doesn’t occur more. It’s very confusing how successful it is, yet how rarely implemented.

In conclusion, my tactical approach to free-kick situations highlights the importance of teamwork, strategic thinking, and adaptability on the soccer field. By breaking away from conventional methods and embracing innovative strategies, teams can maximize their goal-scoring opportunities and achieve success on the pitch.

Are you ready to revolutionize your team’s approach to free-kick situations? Try implementing these tactics in your training sessions and see the results for yourself!

Stay tuned for more insights and strategies as we continue to explore the world of soccer coaching and tactics.

#soccer coach #soccer coaching #freekick #teamwork #soccer training #game plan #soccerskills #soccer drills #football #footballdrills #footy #coach #goal

[safahialan]

How To Find A Perfect Audience on Social Media?

Most companies are aware of the opportunity social networking platforms provide for marketing, sales, and customer engagement. There are more than 4.5 billion active social media users worldwide.

The number of social media users in the U.S will reach a whopping 257 million by 2023. Although social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram are perfect for marketing and brand development, many companies don't understand how to find and reach their target audiences.

So, if you find it challenging to go about building an audience on different social media platforms, you can follow the simple three-step process in this article to achieve your goals. Read on!

Is Social Media Important?

According to Alan Safahi Orinda, an experienced entrepreneur, Facebook and YouTube boast more than two billion users worldwide. Likewise, Instagram and TikTok have over a billion users on each platform.

Safahi says various social media platforms have evolved in the past few years. So, understanding each platform is essential to achieving a competitive edge and standing out from the crowd.

Understanding and using social media the correct way can help you analyze what's happening in the world in real-time. At the same time, you can access and retrieve endless volumes of data and information.

You can connect and stay in contact across long distances, find common ground, and recognize or embrace new interests. Similarly, social media is viable for businesses of all sizes and types.

So, you can create content that engages your target audience, generates buzz around your brand/business, and improves your company's overall bottom line. Let us now discuss how you find your audience on social media based on Alan Safahi's insights.

How to Find Your Audience?

There are three stages to finding and building an audience on social media. The first part requires you to analyze and understand the anticipated tendencies of each social networking site. Likewise, this phase requires you to decide on the kind of content and determine whether consumers will engage.

So, the first stage is about establishing a solid foundation by posting different kinds of content and collecting feedback from the audience. Once you have collected the data, you can analyze it to generate valuable insights and modify your strategy. The purpose is to improve the output. Alan Safahi recommends the following types of content on social media:

• Video training

• Infographics

• Images/videos

• Free resources

• Industry research

• FAQs

• Case studies

• How-to posts

• Tips and tricks

The second phase requires optimizing and fine-tuning the content on social media platforms and improving the post timing to reach more people. Alan Safahi Orinda recommends planning your posts times, finding and creating content and adding it to your Schedule, assigning each content piece to a posting day and time, and monitoring the success of each post.

Moreover, the third phase requires you to constantly make micro improvements. However, you must correctly execute phases one and two before analyzing the collected data.

Alan Safahi advises businesses to use social media analytics to spot trends related to products, services, brands, and offerings. It helps you understand conversations and derive consumers' sentiments towards your company's products or services.

Originally Posted: https://vocal.media/journal/how-to-find-a-perfect-audience-on-social-media

#socialmedia #business

[offlineflexi]

Crash team racing ps1 rairty

The powerups range from seeker missiles, cannon balls, speed boosts, shields, traps, et c. The racer slams through a crate and an item is randomly selected for him or her. Some tracks even have hidden shortcuts to find.Īs this game was inspired by Mario Kart, there are powerups scattered around the tracks. The wide selection of tracks keeps the game interesting, as each one is well designed. The locations vary from beaches, underwater tunnels, sewers, castles, the arctic, the sky, outer space, etc. There are many different tracks to race on in this game. CTR may be a "Mario Kart clone," but it does a good job at what it does. The PAL version also supports six languages including English, French, German, Netherlands, Spanish, and Italian and features PAL borders.īalance and superb design keep this racing game fresh!ĬTR: Crash Team Racing is known as the last Crash Bandicoot game to be developed by Naughty Dog, the original developers of the Crash Bandicoot series of video games. Relics are earned by beating certain lap times, three CTR Tokens are hidden on each track, and the special Gems are awarded to the winner of each of the five Gem Cup tournaments. Players are also free to race each course again for new incentives, including Relics, CTR Tokens, and Gems. Doing so earns players trophies, which in turn allows them access to new tracks. The overall goal in the Adventure mode is to defeat all opponents on each of the courses. Each power-up can also be "juiced" up by collecting fruit. A go-kart game wouldn't be complete without power-ups, and CTR features 11 different items to use during the course of play, including tracking missiles, explosive crates, bowling bombs, and defensive measures such as Aku Aku masks. Also featured on the courses are various ramps to propel go-karts through the air, and players have the added ability to hop over items found along the ground.Ī Hang Time Meter also helps players gauge how long their vehicle remains airborne the longer the kart manages to stay in the air, the bigger the turbo boost when it lands. Power-slides are used for tight turns, and players can maximize their vehicle's top speed by running over ten pieces of fruit. In addition to acceleration and braking, the go-karts can perform a number of techniques to make each race more competitive for skilled players.

Players begin the tropical adventure by initially choosing one of eight characters: Crash Bandicoot, Dr. The Adventure mode is the main aspect of play, and it involves trying to beat a surly alien named Nitrous Oxide in a tournament spanning 16 races. Five game modes include Adventure, Time Trial, Arcade, Vs., and Battle. Crash is joined by his sweetheart Coco, the evil Cortex, and a combination of animal friends and dastardly bosses from previous games, each individually rated in speed, acceleration, and handling.

The famous orange marsupial returns for a fourth and final game on the PlayStation, this time from behind the wheel of a go-kart.

Title: CTR Crash Team Racing: Nitro-FueledĬrash Bandicoot N.

Compete against 3 of your best friends in split-screen mode or challenge the entire world in online mode with leaderboards.

Rev your engine, collect Wumpa-Fruit and chase your opponents with wicked power-ups.

An absolutely comprehensive selection of racers, vehicles and circuits awaits you and your friends.

In addition, the game has been beefed up and tuned to an extraordinary level of performance.

The fun racing game Crash Bandicoot Racing: Nitro-Fueled for Playstation 4 naturally offers everything we recognise and love from the original game.

The authentic racing experience of the 90s shines in new splendour and offers a new online mode and all kinds of new vehicles and racers. The arcade racing game is a complete remake and has been pimped graphically and in terms of content. Put the pedal to the metal and engage in furious head-to-head races with all the well-known characters of the wacky Crash Bandicoot universe.

#Crash team racing ps1 rairty

[longtutor]

My cuppa tea

#My cuppa tea series

It has been unbelievably exciting to be getting so many comments lately and I feel much more connected with you all. Thank you all so much for your comments on my post about Blogging earlier this week. Buy AMY WICKS - Youre My Cuppa Tea Greeting Card from By Amy Wicks Card dimensions: 105 x 148mm (A6).

#My cuppa tea series

If you are wondering about what I used for the lines in this sketch, stay tuned for tomorrow’s post where I will start a new series – Foundations Friday – and explain what and why! It is SO nice to see some sun again here in Sydney today and hope all my readers are safe from all the floods here in Australia and other places at the moment. 'There is a subtle charm in the taste of tea which makes it irresistible and capable of idealisation. So I sat in a nice cozy spot at home and drew my cuppa before doing my planning for the day. Warm Cuppa Tea Warm Cuppa Tea to me means about taking time to reflect, seeing possibilities, being creative, accepting lifes tides and enjoying what comes your way. My Instagram description at the time I sketched it was:įirst day I have missed my cafe planning session & morning latte due to the torrential rain here in Sydney. Add your Valentines name and upload a photo to this sweet. It is probably the ‘weakest’ design in the whole set, but I still like it. Create a unique Valentines gift for a loved one with this photo upload mug from Funky Pigeon. This is the 1970’s Poppy cup in the Royal Albert 100 Years 10 cup set that I have. I promised a post on the major turning points in my pain experience at the beginning of the year. (Of course I just committed to locking in my palette, but that is simply a 3 month challenge.) But as soon as I began writing about this teacup sketch, I decided to start sketching my way through my collection this year and see how long I can go without doing the same cup twice. Our shared humanity, grief, why I’ve been away, and some musings on pain, biology, life. I have been so busy wrapping up last year, reflecting on my first three years of my grand adventure, and trying to work out how I am going to coordinate 7 big projects in 2016 ( this is one of them), that I haven’t had a chance to decide whether I am going to set any specific art goals for this year. Due to my new commitment to regular posting, I owe you an extra one this week as I mistakenly posted twice yesterday… no surprises with what I chose to share – hey?

#My cuppa tea

[wiipiner]

Tel startrail

TEL STARTRAIL HOW TO

TEL STARTRAIL UPDATE

TEL STARTRAIL CODE

We’ll open the online entry form again in early January to start collecting new data, stay tuned. Some of the other capital cities and some of the regional communities have as many as valid 15 startups. So far, only the startup communities in Sydney and Melbourne have achieved that goal. We said we’d produce StartRail maps for every startup community to submit the valid details for at least 50 startups. Do you agree? Still only Melbourne and Sydney In this edition you’ll also see we’ve changed the design of the Melbourne map from Melbourne’s train system map to Melbourne’s tram network map, because we think Melbourne’s more famous for its trams than its trains. Well obviously there are more startups in both maps, and more organisations supporting them. The StartRail maps are a popular visualisation of the Australian tech startup community that started out as a short project for an intern designer and grew much larger, very quickly, as the Australian startup ecosystem grew.

TEL STARTRAIL UPDATE

They are perfect for printing out to use as Christmas present wrapping paper, or saving as a graphic to include in your end of year email update to investors, staff and friends of your startup. So please check your SFR StarTrail 7 warranty before doing so.As we promised back in August we’re going to do our best to bang out an update of our popular Startrail maps every three months or so, and here are your December updates. Unauthorized unlocking is usually considered by providers as a ground for exclusion of the guarantee. Moreover, it is the provider that acts as supplier of the telephone and is therefore responsible for the warranty of the device. For example, there is no certainty whether the phone is still doing well after removing the sim lock. There are various possibilities to remove the SIM lock without permission from the provider, for example via an independent telecom shop, but there are potential disadvantages. This should be the case on your SFR StarTrail 7. In the meantime, too, but then the provider will usually demand a fee, because the economic ground for giving the discount has been lost.

TEL STARTRAIL CODE

In Europe, the providers have agreed that after one year the owner can request the unblocking code free of charge, with which the phone can be unlocked. Make your SFR StarTrail 7 “sim lock free” If you have entered the PUK code correctly, you will be prompted to set a new PIN.Īttention: If you do not have your PUK code handy, for example because you can not find the additional letter of the SIM card, please contact the customer service of your mobile operator. If you have not successfully entered the correct PUK code, your SIM card will be locked permanently. To enter the PUK code you have up to ten attempts. However, you can not change this code, as is the case with the PIN. The PUK code is an eight-digit personal code that unlocks your SIM card. If you enter a wrong PIN several times, your SIM card will be locked and you will need to enter the PUK code to unlock it. If your SIM card is locked on your SFR StarTrail 7 Then follow the instructions on your phone to choose a new code.Normally, you have three attempts to complete this step. You will now see the option “Change the PIN code of the SIM card”.Access settings in your SFR StarTrail 7.If you wish, you can easily change your PIN, for example, because it seems too simple and therefore not safe enough, or because you have noticed that other people know your PIN. However, we recommend that you enter the PIN code for security reasons. If you had to enter a PIN code to access your SFR StarTrail 7 so far, the option “Lock SIM card” is checked.How it works is explained below: To disable PIN entry If you have entered the wrong code several times, a message asking to enter the PUK code will appear on the screen.Īs already mentioned, it is also possible to disable the option that asks to enter the PIN. But what if you entered multiple incorrect code? When you turn on your SFR StarTrail 7, you must first enter the PIN code to unlock the SIM card. How to unblock the SIM card on my SFR StarTrail 7? In case of activation of the PIN code entry, you will only be able to use your smartphone if you have entered this code correctly. This one, as well as your personal PUK (see below for more details) you receive when you purchase your SIM card in a cover letter. A PIN code is a four-digit code and is used to ensure security so that everyone can not access your smartphone. Normally, you must enter your PIN to access the device after turning it on.

TEL STARTRAIL HOW TO

In this article, we’ll show you how to unlock your SFR StarTrail 7. Legal status if you decide to unlock your SFR StarTrail 7 How to unlock your SFR StarTrail 7

#Tel startrail

[trcelyneart]

OBAN Star Racers 15th Anniversary

Hi fellow Oban fans!

As I said in a previous post, today was the celebration of Oban’s 15th anniversary, which was held in Paris in a little cinema. It was obviously hosted by Savin Yeatman-Eiffel himself, as well as Stanislas Brunet who worked on the mecha and background designs.

So it went like this: Savin made a presentation about the series in itself, how the idea came to be, the first sketches made by himself and his friends, and all the struggles he and Sav! The World studios faced during the production. The hardest part was finding funds to produce the series, since making a single episode can cost up to half a millions euros.

The French VAs of Molly and Aikka were there too, and they redubbed one of the scenes live! The funniest part was that the guy who did Aikka’s voice is a tall, bearded, burly guy with the kind of voice you’d expect from a dude with that build; and yet when he did Aikka’s part I was speechless!!! Then Savin invited two people in stage to redo the dub for fun. The girl who did it had a voice that strangely sounded like Molly’s, but the poor guy who did Aikka’s part probably didn’t remember the passage well despite the subtitles and stammered a lot. But it was nice!

Savin had planned to talk about The Two Queens movie but he didn’t have the time. I asked him about the project afterwards, and he told me that he still wanted to do it, but like Oban, he had troubles funding it. By the time he pitched it, Netflix was not into funding indie projects yet. He also started working on other projects with several studios so The Two Queens had to unfortunately be put on stand-by.

And then. OH THEN. He talked about the thing we ALL wanted to know:

The Sequel

Savin explicitly asked us to not film or take pictures, so I won’t talk about it in detail. But basically there is not one, but THREE project ideas:

1) A sequel based on the picture released back in 2017 with a brand-new plot but still related to the Oban lore. He doesn’t know if the girl would be Molly or Molly’s descendant.

2) An Aikka spin-off prequel. I WAS SO HYPED.

3) A sequel where Molly takes up on Aikka’s offer to visit his planet.

He tested the waters to see which project seemed to please us the most, which was project 1 - I told him, to quote my own words “I’m team Aikka, so my hype for the second project is HELLA BIG, but I honestly won’t care I’m willing to pull out the chekbook as long as it’s Oban related” - and project 2 was rather popular but we suggested he switched media (like making a comic).

I asked him the same question I asked Thomas Romain when I met him at the Japan Expo Sud back in 2018: could we help funding it through Kickstarter for example? Unfortunately, like the original series, we’re talking about millions of euros here so we can’t help that much.

Then we moved on to the next part: VIDEO GAMES. There was a Nintendo DS game originally planned but the studio let him down at the last minute. He showed us some footage of the game which looked quite good (mid-2000s DS game relatively speaking).

He also officially announced that today was released an Oban fangame via Playstation Dreams called Oban Star Racers Dreams by Sky Isle Studios.

There’s also another game - still in its project phase - for PC which would hopefully be released in a few years.

Last but not least: if you guys follow Savin Yeatman-Eiffel on twitter, you might know that he got back the rights of Oban and has been gradually collecting the dubs that had been made (apparently the Brazilian release stopped at ep 18, which means they never got the end!!) to re-release the series as blu-ray. The said blu-ray collection will be up on Kickstarter in Frebruary 2022, with several stretch goals and packs - from the complete OST digital release to packs with original drawings and figurines - so stay tuned!

Although he knows the fandom never died, Savin hopes that we can gather new people and touch a larger public. I suggested for example to release the show on Netflix, because it will find some new public!

#célyne talks #oban star racers #prince aikka #molly wei #eva wei #jordan wylde #oban star racers sequel #savin yeatman-eiffel #thomas romain

[yourmcu]

Birthday

Pairings: The Avengers x  reader

Summary:

It’s your birthday and the team gets creative on how to surprise you, putting their acting skills to the test.

Word count: 2,350

A/n: just a little something because,, well,, it’s my birthday *runs away* also it’s cheesy, hopefully it makes sense lmao

Warnings: uhhh brief mention of explosion? mostly fluff

The Avengers wanted to get creative for your birthday this year. For the few years they've known you they picked up on things about you. One, you paid no mind to your birthday at all and just considered it a normal day like the rest of the 365, Tony took note that you hated parties, at least the really big ones, something that involved only the team would be good.

Okay, you sound like a party pooper, but that isn't the case; it's not a crime to just... not want to have a grand celebration, right? And people singing the 'happy birthday' song to you too while you just sit there in silence. It's awkward, you once told Natasha. It’s also awkward and hard for you to receive presents even though that’s what birthdays are all about, you’re still getting used to it since you knew someone like Tony Stark.

Well, the team think you're an amazing friend and they all treat you like family. They're so glad they met someone like you.

You're immediately called to the conference room on that day. Only to find the team arguing and pointing fingers at one another.

You kinda just slot in, sitting on the chair you usually sit on whenever there's a meeting or mission briefing. Glancing around, you try and find out what they're fighting about.

Security. Suits. Brief mention of Ultron. Rhodey busying himself with phones, probably making a lot of calls. Natasha and Clint talking among themselves, only raising their voice whenever they're included in the conversation which mainly consisted of Tony and Steve arguing.

"Suit up, get the jet ready." Steve dismisses but before he could walk out himself you raise your hand.

"Hey, sorry, I just woke up," you say sheepishly but coolly at the same time. "What happened, is everyone supposed to go? Can I read the file?" Because if this is an Avengers-level threat that required everyone, you'd want to know all about it.

His sharp and expression softens slightly when he looks at you. "No file, I'm afraid. Some of the compound's security protocols have been compromised, someone hacked in." He proceeds to tell you how they particularly had interest in Bruce and Tony's lab so the other rooms were untouched.

Apparently, they took blueprints and materials, maybe a handful of Tony's suits.

But if you think about it, those two carelessly letting the security to their lab loose? Highly unlikely...

You push the thought to the back of your mind and nod when Steve tells you to get ready. Stark tech can be dangerous in the wrong hands, after all. Let alone the Iron Man suits.

Fortunately, those things have trackers. Leaving you to wonder again why those idiots don't even try and take them off so they won't tracked?

Sat on the floor of the jet while everyone was strangely quiet but once again you didn't pay any mind, you sharpen a few of your knives. Natasha sat on a stool near you, idly picking her nails. An hour into the flight you furrow your brows and look around.

"Are you guys okay?"

"Yes," Tony states quickly and a matter-of-factly. They all share glances before he continued. "It's the tension. Sorry. My fault."

"It's not your fault, Tony," Bruce starts.

"I'm sorry, to whom were those stolen suits again?" Steve speaks up as well and you could tell it's gonna be a full blown argument again.

"Now hold on just a second-" Tony faces the super soldier to counter.

You merely blink, not expecting a simple question to turn out like this. Clint just glances from the pilot's seat and Natasha almost cracks a smile by the look of your face. If only you knew it was all fake, all planned. But what does she know? You're a spy too, maybe you've figured out what they're up to and decided to play along.

Sad to say you're still oblivious. Maybe the fact that you only slept three hours last night is one case. You wanted nothing more than your bed right now.

Heck, not one of them wished you a happy birthday but you didn't notice at all.

Tuning out their bickering you sit down next to Natasha who's the only one not in the argument.

"I haven't seen Wanda all day," you say and she turns her head to face you. "Or Sam, or Bucky."

"Probably not back from their mission." Natasha answers promptly.

You frown at that. "Steve made this sound like an Avengers-level threat, and it is, shouldn't they be here?"

You don't wait for a response, opening up a globe-shaped hologram that shows where the jet, represented by a blinking dot. Your eyes slightly widen when you see the target location which is one of the places you've been dying to visit your whole life.

Maybe it's just a coincidence. You definitely didn't expect to visit it for the first time on a mission though.

Natasha clears her throat. "Hey, have you read the book I gave you?" She subtly closes the globe up when she catches your attention.

You shake your head bashfully. "You know I'm a slow reader. Give me two months then I'll come back to you." You laugh. Natasha smiles and tells you to take your time. "Have you read the book I gave you?"

"I loved it."

"I knew you would!" You say excitedly and the next few moments you discuss about the specific book. She's just glad you didn't ask any further questions about the location.

--

All of you split up once you reach the base but Rhodey and Bruce stay in the jet as backup. The place reminded you so much of the old Avengers tower, only with darker themes. You're paired with Clint who you follow to the side of the building, with surprisingly no cautiousness. He just... ran in, entrance deserted of guards.

You all had a digital, tech checklist to see what was stolen including all the suit names. So far you've searched two drawers now and still no sign of any agent or guard. But it's weird since the others are clearly doing their part on their floors. Thuds, footsteps and sometimes banging sounds could be heard all around.

“Finally," you mutter when you hear footsteps behind you, spinning around so suddenly to surprise your enemy and take him down with ease. You raise an eyebrow when they don't put up a fight at all.

Clint was in front of a computer when you peek in to one of the rooms but he waves you off. "I'll meet you on the next floor. This'll take a second."

"One suit on the roof!" you hear Steve grunt through your earpiece.

"Remember to remove the arc reactor, that'll shut them down for sure." Bruce reminds through everyone's comms.

You hear Tony let out a noise. "Might have a problem with that, Banner, they're all reprogrammed."

Expecting the man with seven Ph. D's to worry, it only took him a minute to respond back. "It's your tech. I don't believe they could do that completely especially having them for only twelve hours."

"In that case," Tony sighs. "There should be a kill switch under one of their reactors."

"Which one?" Natasha grunts.

The deafening silence from Tony's line explains it.

You fight your way though the thugs which again, don't put up a fight. Sometimes you throw one punch and they're out cold, leading you to believe the intense training Bucky insisted you do worked. The only tough ones were the Iron Man suits themselves.

Ripping out the arc reactors wasn't easy. You had to use all you force. On the second one you encounter it got the upper hand and blasts you through a wall, the impact sending sharp pain to your head and back.

You hear metal thumping of a suit so you get back up and attempt to get your hands on the Iron Man in front of you.

"Hey, hey. Same team. Look," Tony grips on your wrists and lifts his mask up. "You alright?"

“Yeah," you pant, relaxing a bit. "Yeah. One of them got m-"

"We just discovered a bomb, northwest," Clint says. By ‘we’ he means him and Natasha. The redhead speaks right after. “Two and a half minutes. How many suits left, Friday?”

"Only one more suit is fully functional."

You get out of Tony's hold and sprint up the stairs. "I got it."

He smiles to himself. The plan is all coming  to place.

As soon as you enter the room you dodge a blast from the much bulkier Mark XVI. Of course they'd want to make the stealth suit more powerful. You launch yourself towards it, stomping on an arm while trying to dodge blasts from the the other one.

"Y/N! Fifty seconds!" Steve shouts in your earpiece.

You could've just jumped out, leaving the compromised suits here to be blown up but being under pressure made you panic and set your only goal to find the switch.

The suit could still set off a blast from the arc reactor so you couldn't really get your hands on it without losing a freaking arm.

"Get out of there!”

But you didn’t have enough time. So you just curl into a ball against the wall, accepting your fate.

A pop did go off. Loud, but you didn't feel yourself torn into pieces right after. You also heard a bunch of aye’s and oh’s. Redwing whirs by to your head to drop off a birthday hat.

"Happy Birthday!”

Your eyes fly open. Turns out the only thing inside Mark XVI was confetti. Natasha walks over to you to inspect and make sure you're alright.

"What the hell?" Your eyes widen at her, then at everyone. Sam and Bucky were now standing with them, smiling at you amused.

"I think she's in shock.”

“You think?”

Steve glares at Tony with a hint of amusement. "I told you it would be too much."

"Trust me she prefers something like this instead of a big party. Don't you, Y/N?"

"What do you mean?" You take off the hat and clutch it between your hands, appreciating Natasha rubbing your back as you try to collect yourself. "How is none of this real?"

"We basically faked a mission for you." Rhodey says.

You look around all the rubble. "This building, the people, suits-"

"Bought the place," Tony states. "Hired stuntmen, did a few tweaks on the suits...”

"God, why would you do that?" You bury your face in your hands, not knowing if you should be laughing or crying. "I punched those guys!"

"They'll be fine, they signed up for it."

You gently get up and brush off some confetti off your knees.

"But back at the compound... you guys were yelling at each other and during the whole thing you all sounded serious," you point out. "Was that all part of the act?"

Especially when that 'bomb' was about to go off. Steve's panicked voice made you scared for your life, only to know that it was all fake.

They all show signs of agreement, laughing.

"We'd make such great actors." Natasha smirks.

"Alright, the cake isn't going to blow itself." Clint walks up to you with said cake and you meet him halfway.

Everyone gathers around and before they could inhale to sing the stupid song, you cut them off. "You all know I hate to be sung at. Can we just get this over with?"

They all burst out laughing, you giggle in the process, blowing out your candle. You all group hug right after. The laughter makes you miss the sound of faint thunder outside.

"Look who's late." Bruce points out.

"Yes, I got here as soon as I can, my apologies." Thor smiles sheepishly.

Your ears perk up at the all too familiar voice of the god of thunder. Moving everyone of the way, you leap to hug him. "Thor!"

"Happy birthday, dearest Y/N." He grins and pats you on the head. "I'm afraid my - I mean - our gift, is with Loki at the moment."

"Enough with the formality, I’m just glad you’re here.”

Peter rings up Tony to tell him everything's set up at the huge building they rented for your low-key party. Just the Avengers. Peter, Vision and Wanda were in charge of setting things up over there, from decorations and food. Sam and Bucky also helped a bit before they arrived at the fake base.

So you all get into the jet again, this time you look at the windows in awe to see what the city's like. You also asked a bunch of questions on how they pulled something stupid but unique fake mission like that.

Once you've reached your destination, the place was simple yet big enough to fit everyone. Tony really took notes for this year. You didn't like anything too fancy or elegant, and you didn't like huge-ass parties with hundreds of people you've never met before.

Here you're with your family eating, drinking booze and playing games, generally having a good time.

You give the other five Avengers big hugs. Vision's never usually a hugger but for you he made an exception just for today. Everyone was surprised when he lifted you off your feet and spun you around.

"Hugging has a lot of good benefits," Vision says when he lets you go. "Astounding, I know. It is recommended eight times a day, hopefully you've already gotten that much."

You giggle at his remark and Wanda rolls her eyes playfully. “Thank you, Vision.”

“Splendid, that means I don’t have to give you one.”

You turn around to see the god of mischief himself carefully hand you a wrapped box. Loki chuckles when you smile at him. “Happiest Birthday.”

“Loki.... you know you and Thor didn’t have to-”

“Thor? That one’s from me. I assure you.”

“Y/N!” You hear Tony call from the other side of the room. “It’s time for presents, little miss. Good lord this looks like Christmas morning.”

-

unfortunatley i am that extra to post a birthday fic woo hoo

#the avengers #avengers #avengers x reader #marvel imagines #tony stark #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #bruce banner #thor #loki #james rhodes #vision #wanda maximoff #peter parker #sam wilson #bucky barnes #clint barton #tony stark x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #steve rogers x reader #bruce banner x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #peter parker x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #iron man #black widow #captain america

[h2bakugou]

Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes ok!! So then can I request present mic? Doing anything??? No I’m kidding I do actually have a prompt. I was thinking abt mic’s radio show and specifically, if he had an s/o who wrote music. Bc u know he would help them produce it and then play it nonstop on air aaaaaa

a/n: yes!! present mic love!! i love him so much i swear! <3 he has my heart dkdkmn this is such a cute request please- i apologize for the late posting!!

summary: you're an ambitious, gleeful, songbird at heart, and though you're quirkless, you've captivated the heart of the music-loving, radio show hosting, loud, sweetheart, present mic!

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.3k

;cut for length;

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You started as an intern. A beaming smile on your lips most days, always happy to be in the studio with Mic when he was teaching you the ins and outs of radio hosting.

You'd majored in music business, the end goal in mind of writing and releasing your own music, though most of your plans had fallen through, the only opportunity to get you back on your feet after college being this deal you couldn't pass up.

Co-hosting with Present Mic on his own radio show.

The offer had actually been given to you by one of your superiors at the studio you worked at, having seen your optimism when it came to writing music and your love of music in general.

They wished you good luck and would always welcome you back if things didn't go so well. But you kept your head up high and marched into that studio ready to take on the world alongside the loud blonde.

And down the line, three years later, you were surprised to say the least.

"Your coffee as usual." Hizashi sets down the patriotic blue U.A. thermos sent out to the teachers at the beginning of the year. Since you'd practically moved in 'unofficially' with Mic, unofficially because you weren't technically allowed to stay due to the fact you didn't work for the school, rather employed by Mic himself in his private studio, but you were the tiny exception since you did technically work in the school.

"Thanks! Hey, I was wondering if you could check this new thing I've been working on and give me some criticism, it's just a rough draft, the lyrics just kind of came to me after a shot or two at Vlad's birthday party the other night." You giggled as you tossed him the flash drive containing your latest project, the sensitive information contained on the tiny disc landing in the palm of your boyfriend's hands.

"Another song? You're blessing my ears so early in the morning. I'm dreaming! Pinch me!" He teases. Mic's been the biggest supporter of your music since he overheard the pipes you had.

You'd had that kind of night the second week of your internship, battling the oncoming hangover after drinking with your cool new pro-hero teacher friends, your thoughts turning to lyrics as you worked in the studio, the only light being the small lamp on the side Mic kept when he worked late too.

He'd forgotten his room keys in the studio again, something you realized he did often and as he stopped by to pick them back up, that's when he heard you. You sounded so angelic, almost as if you were some sort of angel.

At first, he thought maybe it was just a recording or some sort of dare he say, Melodyne filter while you were messing around in the mic at night.

But you weren't. Your authentic voice shell-shocked him, and he sort of listened to you the entire night until you nearly pissed your pants turning around and seeing him.

“Yeah, it’s nothing special really-” You’re back to reality as Mic quickly has his headphones over his ears, a large grin on his lips as he listens, his fingers tapping away to the beat already.

You work on other tasks, filtering through requests and putting them in the queue while Mic listens to your song, his heart pounding. You were so talented and he’d wish you’d give yourself a bit more credit. You have what it takes to make it big, and he’d support you every step of the way.

“You know with this and the other tracks you have, you’d have enough to push out an EP. All you need is a bit of marketing and producing, and I’d be more than willing to help!” Mic smiles, wheeling over to you, pressing an encouraging peck to your cheek.

“It sounds great, but who would wanna listen to what I write?” You giggle, toggling an advertisement as you glance over at the blonde.

“How about this, You let me help you, I’ll spread the trial around here at work and if it gets good reviews, we publish.” Hizashi is nothing short of persuasive, and for the rest of the week he has you in his studio, adding layer after layer, fine-tuning and weeding out bits of the collection of songs you’d written until you have an EP.

Long nights fueled by coffee, water, and tea, and takeout eventually land you with the very first copy of your own EP. 

In your hands, it’s palpable. It’s real. It doesn’t have any cover art, or a title, let alone who sang it, but Mic hands you a sharpie and you feel this fire coursing through your veins.

You feel more than accomplished.

You scribble some title down that you’d work on later and messily sign your name for Mic to make copies and then throughout the next week, you’ve got dozens of messages flooding your inbox telling you to drop it on some streaming platforms.

And the following night Mic is consoling your tears as you hit your first 100 streams. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He coos, kissing your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his kisses, patting you on the head.

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease him.

“Says you! You named an entire song after me.” Mic huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if ‘my beloved’ was about Marty?” You giggle. Marty, the sparkly, beautiful, elegant, beta-fish you’d adopted as the studio mascot swam around in his tank, decked out with super cool aquatic music themed stuff.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mic laughs, his long blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders. 

“Your hair always looks so nice down.” You snuggle into him, your fingers twisting around the ends. Hizashi shakes his head and stares down at you.

“And you’re as radiant as ever, my love.” Hizashi pulls you into him, snuggling his head into your neck, placing a gentle kiss to your skin as he holds you near to him.

“Do you sing, ‘Zashi?” You ask quietly.

“No comment.” Mic giggles, his laughs tickling your skin.

“Would you work on a song with me?” You ask sweetly.

“I would love to.”

Callers chime in every so often for requests, since Mic loves to annoy the listeners by playing your EP track by track almost daily. You have to knock some sense into him telling him that there’s a quota to fill and while you love how he supports you, you’ve got them stuck in your head too.

And when you play them every so often, your heart warms when someone requests one of yours to play. Even more so, when your songs rise to much more notable fame, you’re working on your own album, with the lovely producing of Mic, and it even features a lovely duet between the two of you.

In fact, something you’d found out with having so many connections to pros, was the amount of hidden talent.

You’d requested a song with Kyoka Jiro, the beautiful voice you’d heard at the school festival had belonged to her and you’d been wanting to work with her since she also shared a love for music, and though she was young, she seemed rather happy to sing, even if she might’ve been shy about it first.

An unlikely duo might’ve come from a dare, Hawks. While he was rather against the idea at first, his voice was smooth and mellow, and it clashed with yours perfectly for some sort of sappy anti-romantic love song. Whatever the case, it made charts. 

But Mic continued to be your biggest supporter, no matter how or if you got big. You’d always find your way back into his arms, messing around with him on the radio show, and dodging paparazzi whenever you two left campus.

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masterlist

#present mic #mic #hizashi #yamada #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #present mic x reader #mic x reader #hizashi x reader #yamada x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #yamada hizashi x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

[peterpatter-fest]

✨ Welcome to the first ever Peterpatter Fest ✨ 

From May 31st to June 6th 2021, we’re holding our first Peterpatter week! It’s brought to you by some of your favorite (I’m sure) Peterpatter writers (@sunsetcurveofficial, @daintyduck99, @tiriansjewel, @psyduckappears, and @nuandia) - so if you have any questions, wishes, etc. just hit us up here on the blog or shoot us a dm. Now, let’s get right into it. 

First off, can we just appreciate how absolutely beautiful and adorable the art is that @illgetmerope​ blessed us with? Lots of love your way. Now. 

Who can participate? 

Everyone! The goal is to share as many creative works together as we can during this fest. No matter what you’re good at or passionate about, it’s all welcome. Art, gifs, graphics, fics, playlists, moodboards, videos, podfics - we’re looking forward to all of it, and hope a lot of you join us to celebrate our two favorite dumbasses. 

How does it work?

We got three prompts for each day that you can either choose from to create whatever you wish to create, or you can combine them, too. Really, you can go totally wild with them! If you write fic, you could also write a multi-chapter using each day’s prompt in your new chapters. Or you write drabbles. Or one shots. Anything is allowed and welcome. Just make sure to tag us, so we can share your work. #peterpatterfest 

If you post your fics to AO3, there will also be a collection available that you can add to. We will share more info on that as we get closer to the fest. 

You can also find us on Instagram @peterpatter_fest! 

What are the prompts?

Ah yes, the most important question. We picked three for each day, to make this fest as accessible to all kinds of art as possible. One of the prompts is more specific, while the others are more open - feel free to interpret them in whatever way you like! We’re just asking you to tag accordingly. Trigger warnings and sufficient tagging should be in place. 

Day 1:

Prompt 1: Favorite Scene

Prompt 2: “We always have each other.” 

Prompt 3: Fluff

Day 2:

Prompt 1: Favorite Performance

Prompt 2: Mic Sharing

Prompt 3: Chemistry

Day 3:

Prompt 1: Favorite Quote

Prompt 2: Confessions

Prompt 3: Running your mouth

Day 4:

Prompt 1: Luke Patterson centric day

Prompt 2: Tattoos

Prompt 3: Marks 

Day 5:

Prompt 1: Reggie Peters centric day

Prompt 2: What if?

Prompt 3: AU (go wild!)

Day 6:

Prompt 1: Underrated Moment(s)

Prompt 2: Lost

Prompt 3: Angst

Day 7: 

Prompt 1: A song that screams Peterpatter to you

Prompt 2: Summer

Prompt 3: Roadtrip 

Follow this blog for more infos as we prepare - and we hope we can support you all in creating for this fest, too! Stay tuned for announcements this coming month. We’re so excited to share this with you! 

#peterpatter #ruke #luke x reggie #julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke patterson #reggie peters #luggie #peterpatterfest #jatpedit #jatp fest #jatp-fandom-hub

[harrywritingsbyme]

The one where Harry plays with Y/n

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: I couldn’t come up with a decent title or end it properly, but here’s something filthy for ya! I even sprinkled a little bit of Italy Harry and Smaller!reader in it too bc why not😌!! And I’m sorry that it’s super late, it took me a lot longer than usual to write this time. Enjoy🙃

If Harry had to pick one thing he loved doing to you, he’d choose edging you. He loved the idea of pushing you right to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm just to stop and not carry it through. He loved hearing your desperate and incessant cries out to him, begging and pleading for him to follow through and allow you to let go. He also loved listening to the sound of your voice as you cried and begged for him to let you cum. And he couldn’t get enough of seeing your body thrash and quake before him as you took in the bits of pleasure that he was giving you.

To sum it all up, Harry loved the power that came along with controlling your pleasure. There was something else though that was apart of this power that Harry enjoyed as well. For some reason, Harry had a bit of a thing for making you squirm and blush. 

Given the fact that he could practically read right through you, Harry knew exactly how you were feeling most of the time and he knew just what to say in order to invoke a bashful, borderline embarrassed reaction. It’s not that he wanted to make you feel bad or make you think that the way you were feeling was wrong, he just liked to hear and see you admit to how you were feeling. There was never a time where Harry didn’t want to know what you wanted. He absolutely loved hearing from your mouth what you wanted him to do to you. It didn’t help that when he uncovered your feelings you would get all blushy and cute in the process.

Now Harry’s love and enjoyment for these two things was already at a high under any normal circumstance. But when he fell a little bit deeper into his domspace, his need to have that power and make you blush became even more pronounced. They became his only two goals. He wanted to have complete control over your pleasure, and he wanted to make you squirm.

And today was just one of those days where he had those two goals in mind. He planned on doing it as best and as much as he possibly could. If there was any room for him to pleasure you or embarrass you a little, he was going to do it. 

Harry couldn’t put a finger on what exactly triggered or pushed him a bit more into the depths his domspace as a whole but as you two were talking and making your plans for the day, a wave so to speak came over him that caused him to become more in tune with the mindset and goals of controlling your pleasure and making you a squirming (and a little embarrassed) mess. Since you were so determined to go out, shop and explore the streets of Rome (even though you’d already traveled to and seen a lot Italy, including this part with Harry on numerous occasions), Harry decided to use this as an ultimatum to fulfill and “complete” his goals. While the two of you were lying completely naked in bed, Harry gave you an ultimatum.

“If you let me fill you up and fuck you with my cock twice before we leave, I’ll let you do whatever you want for the day. You can choose what we do, where we eat, everything; as long as I pound into you twice. Can you do that?” Harry whispers calmly. You could already feel a healthy bit of arousal forming between your legs at his statement, and you were never one to turn down a good pounding from Harry so there wasn’t much of a pause between Harry’s ultimatum and your compliance. There was also a pretty small window in-between the time you agreed to his proposal and him pushing you onto your back and moving between your legs. When you two went to sleep last night, you were filled to the brim with Harry’s cock. But while you two were talking and making plans, you pulled yourself off of his cock and turned yourself over to look at him while you two spoke. So Harry was almost desperate to push his cock back into you. Once he’s between your legs he wraps a hand around your calf and he tugs (more like flips) you over onto your stomach. He wastes no time gripping onto and pushing your ass apart before sinking into you. The both of you guys’ moans fill the entire room. He continuously slams into you from behind, stopping every once in a while to hear you whine for him to help going and watch you try to push back against him. After countless deep and sharp thrusts with many wanton and loud moans and shouts in between, you and Harry finally reach your breaking points. After your first and very climactic releases of the day, the two of you lay in bed next to each other for a good while. Both you and Harry (especially you) were trying your hardest to piece together your very much fragmented composure.

Once you and Harry can feel most of your bodies again, the two of you get up and hop in the shower together. This was the first time in a while that you weren’t either pressed against the wall or on your knees in the shower. Instead, the two of shared a few soft and sweet kisses here and there while you got each other clean. The rest of the morning and a very early portion of the afternoon is spent getting ready with little to no advances from Harry. The most you got out of him was a very adamant suggestion on what panties you were going to wear. And in the end, he got what he wanted. He was able to get you into the lacy, barely panties he was dying to get you in. For the rest of the time before going out, you’re anxiously (in a good way) waiting for the second time Harry’d push into you again. While you were looking forward to and waiting for the second time, Harry was watching you wait. He was watching your every move. While he prepared a little something for you two, he watched you from across the counter move around in your chair. He could tell that you were expecting and dying for him to take you one last time before the two of you left the house. Seeing you a bit uneasy and unsure of when he was going to touch you again did get Harry riled back up. After eating and talking a little bit, it was time for you to leave. Which meant that it was also time for your long and much awaited second time with Harry. 

“Ready f’me to take you again baby?” Harry asks as he rounds the counter towards you.

“Mhm.” You readily reply back. When you pick yourself up from your chair, you’re pressed right up against Harry’s front. Instead of responding, Harry swiftly picks you up and carries you both to the living room. He drops you down onto the couch and lifts one of your legs up onto the back of the couch so that your legs are spread for him. He then kneels on the couch between your legs and bunches your dress further up your waist, exposing your dampening panties. 

“You were waiting for daddy’s cock huh?” Harry teases, pushing his finger through the crotch of your panties and pulling them to the side to reveal your glistening folds.

“Mhm” you sigh feeling one of his fingers push up your folds to collect some of your arousal. 

“Well you don’t have to wait any longer sweet girl.” Harry hums before pulling his hands from between your legs and standing up to undo his pants. Harry manages to kick his pants and shoes off in one swift motion before moving back on top of you. “Ready?” He asks quickly, bringing his hand down to line his cock up with your entrance again. To respond to his question, you wrap your arms around his neck and you pull his lips down to yours. When you do this, you feel him begin to push into you. As he does this, yours and Harry’s moans into each others mouths get louder and your grip on each other gets tighter. Even though it was only two and a half almost three hours ago, you both missed the feeling of being around each other like this. Once he’s fully inside of you, Harry tightens his grip around your hips and he begins to quickly crash his hips down into yours. You were still a bit sensitive from round one so this time you could really feel every last thing; and it felt beyond amazing. It felt so good that you managed to bring your leg down from the back of the couch and wrap both of them around Harry’s lower back. As he continued to move inside you, Harry’s mouth began to move down your neck. You could feel him bite at your skin a little then harshly suck on it, which would allow for a small bruise to form on your neck. When you thought he couldn’t get any deeper than he was in that moment, Harry managed to prove you wrong. He releases one of your hips and uses his now free hand to push himself with you in his arms up so that you were sitting in his lap. Being in this position meant that Harry was able to fully control the way your body moved against his cock. Both of his hands go back to your hips and he begins to quickly move your body up and down on his cock. He’d pull you up, just to slam you back down and and keep you down so long that you could feel him tightly pressing into the deepest part of you. He’d even push your body in an almost circular formation so that the coarse hairs around his cock would brush up against your clit. As he continues to do this, you can feel your second release of the day speeding towards you. And so does Harry. He pulls his head up from your shoulder and looks you right in the eye.

“Want you to cum f’me baby, cum ‘round my cock.” Harry pants, lifting himself up from his kneeling position to lay you back down against the couch. After a few more thrusts, you let yourself go around him and he was right behind you. This one was a bit heavier then the last. He poured so much more of himself into you this time. Once he’s caught his breath, Harry begins to slowly pull out of you. That is, not before telling you to tighten up as much as possible so that his cum would stay inside of you. Once he’s completely out of you, he pulls your panties back over to cover you before giving you a couple soft taps over them. “Still wanna go out.” Harry asks, making sure that you were still up for it since you looked pretty out of it.

“Yeah.” You croak out to him. “Just need a minuet because my legs are all tingly.” You continue, trying to move your legs that fell from Harry’s waist and down to either side of him. You weren’t going to let a second round of amazing sex stop you from having a nice day out.

“Well take your time, need t’put my pants and shoes back on.” Harry agrees, giving your thighs a squeeze before lifting himself up from between your legs. He tugs your dress down to cover you back up before moving to the other end of the couch to work on redressing himself. Once he’s dressed again, and you’ve had a little time to regroup, Harry’s helping you up from where you were laying, fixing your hair a little, and moving your both out the door. 

From the outside, it looked like you and Harry were just a couple in love. And you two were! It’s just that as he was placing those kisses below your ear and letting you know how pretty you were, he was also telling you how you looked like a much cuter version of Bambi as you walked on your wobbly legs and that he couldn’t wait to take those now completely ruined panties off of you later on tonight. This was only a little bit of what he did though. When you two were in a more secluded area of a shop you went into, Harry would push his hand up the back of your dress and grab the flesh of your ass in his hand. This would cause you to let out a little squeal, which would lead to the workers in the store to look at you sideways. And all Harry would do in that moment is chuckle at your little outburst, sponge his lips against your warm cheek, and tell you that it wasn’t nice to hit daddy when when you’d shove his hand from underneath your dress. When you two sat down to try out this new restaurant you both found in the area, Harry’s hand conveniently found it’s way underneath your dress. The fact that there were long white tablecloths covering the tables, along with the not as crowded area of the restaurant you two were in (thanks to Harry of course) meant that Harry’s actions went unnoticed. You were bracing yourself to feel his fingers pushing into your panties and touching you. But all he did was squeeze and pinch at your thighs, and seldomly he’d run a finger up the front of your panties. This continued throughout the entirety of you guys’ meal. It was really difficult to keep yourself together. You had Harry touching you constantly, and you had the task of trying to keep his cum from pouring down your legs. 

After a couple hours of wandering around the different streets, some shopping here and there, and now dinner, the both of you come to a consensus that it was time to retire and head back home. The two of you made it back home just in time to watch the sunset. You and Harry had an amazing view from the balcony right off of your bedroom so the both of you climb the stairs to your shared room and he picks up the book that he was currently reading from the nightstand and he pulls you both out onto the balcony. He sits down in one of the two cushioned chairs that were out there and he taps his thigh for you to sit on his lap. Instead of sitting sideways so that you can watch the sunset, you straddle him instead, wrapping your arms around his back and burrowing your head into his chest.

“Don’t wanna watch the sunset baby?” He asks as he flips to the page where he left off the night before.

“Wanna cuddle.” You mumble into his shoulder. 

“Alrighty, I’ll read out loud for you then.” Harry concedes before getting into the book.

Now you didn’t know why, but while Harry was reading, your clit began to tingle a lot. You didn’t know if it was from you and your panties being flooded with his his cum, pent up arousal from his constant teasing earlier, or if it was from the sound of his voice as he read. Either way, it caused you to shift your self over so that most of your weight was on one of Harry’s legs and begin to not so subtly push yourself back and forth against him. 

“Is your pretty little peach soaking wet for daddy again sweet girl?” Harry asks, stopping his reading from the book to address your movements.

“No m’not.” You deny his claim, stopping in your tracks when he realizes what you’re doing. 

“Then why are you rubbin’ against me?” When there’s silence, Harry places his folds the corner of the page where he left off, closes the book, and picks you both up from the chair. He carries you two back into the bedroom where he sits the book down onto the nightstand. He then loosens his once tight grip on you, causing you to slip out of his grasp and onto the bed. From the time you’re lying on the bed Harry says nothing to you. All he does is undress you both, leaving him completely naked, and you completely naked except for your panties. Since you wanted to not tell him the truth, Harry was going to not only embarrass you a little, he planned on taking complete control over your pleasure and make you suffer a little bit. 

Before lying on the bed between your legs, Harry hooks his fingers around the sides of your panties and pulls them down your legs. As he does this, he watches as the strings of your arousal extend from your cunt to your panties as he pulls them off of you. Once they’re fully off of your body, Harry brings them up to eye level and he inspects them. 

“This looks like soaking wet to me.” Harry points out with a chuckle, looking right at the damp lace in his hands. When he looks down at you, he can see you biting your lip and fidgeting around a little bit at this. “Now open that pretty mouth f’me.” Harry instructs as he dangles your panties from his index finger. You knew that you were going to get a little bit of a punishment for not telling the truth, so you were going to follow every one of his instructions. As soon as your mouth opens, Harry brings his hand closer to your face and he lowers the panties into your mouth. When he does this, you can taste the mixture of his cum and your arousal. Once they’re in your mouth, Harry lies between your legs and wastes no time attaching his mouth onto you. You could feel his tongue gliding up and down your folds, lapping up all of your arousal and his cum. Even though your cries were muffled because of your panties, they were still loud. And music to Harry’s ears. The sounds you were making, along with the way you tasted was heavenly to him and it only fueled his fire even more. When he started to moan against you as he used his tongue to prod at your entrance, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. He could even feel your weepy hole begin to clench up, signaling to him that you were really close to the edge. At this, Harry pulls his mouth away. Resulting in you whimpering through your panties. “Aww, my little baby got her orgasm ruined?” Harry coos, bringing his thumb up to circle your clit. “Poor girl.” Harry chuckles before bringing two fingers down to your entrance. When he waits to push them in, he watches as your hips lift a little to push them in yourself. This causes Harry to let out a little laugh before finally pushing them into you. The feeling of having something inside of you, even if it was just his fingers results in a loud and relieved moan. As he thrusts them into you, Harry makes sure to alternate speeds. At some points he was going really fast, thrusting them into you at full speed and curling them up into your sweet spot. And at other points, he slowed his fingers down, shallowly thrusting them into you and neglecting your sweet spot. When he felt your walls tighten around his fingers, he pulls them from you. Ruining yet again, another orgasm and driving you completely insane. 

The only tactic he had to left prolong the time before he allowed you to cum was his cock. So he lifts himself up between your legs and positions himself on top of you. When he looks down at your face he can your mouth stuffed with your panties and your watery eyes. He then  plucks the panties from your mouth and tosses them off to the side. 

“Now have you learned your lesson baby?” Harry asks.

“Yes daddy.” You whisper back. 

“And what is that?”

“Not to lie to daddy.” You recite back to him, making sure to look him right in the eye as you say it.

“Good girl.” Harry praises. “Now, before you get to cum, daddy has to cum.” Harry continues. “Understood?”

“Yes daddy.”

Once you reply, Harry wraps his hand around his hard cock and gives himself a couple tugs. When he felt you rubbing against his thigh outside, his cock plumped up a bit. Then when he saw your panties and was between your legs, he got even harder. So by now, Harry was fully hard and ready to push back into you for the third time today. Luckily for you, Harry was really turned on at the sight of you being desperate to cum. So it wasn’t going to take long for him to reach the point of letting go. To not delay things any longer, Harry lines himself up with your entrance and pushes into you.

“Oh my god.” You whimper at the feeling of him entering you. Hearing this and seeing your face contort prompted a wide smirk to spread across his face. This was the third time he pushed into you today and he still managed to get that reaction out of you. Even though he was supposed to be punishing you a little bit, seeing you react like this made him want to make you cum really hard. He then presses one hand on your lower stomach and he begins to thrust into you. The both of you were moaning messes. This would be both you and Harry’s third release of the day and you sensitivity was through the roof. He way he was continuously hitting that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust was driving you mad.

“Feel me in y’tummy sweet girl?” Harry pants through the moans that were falling from his mouth. You couldn’t verbally respond to him because he felt so good that you could barely speak. But you were able to lift your hand and drop it right onto of his that was pressing into your stomach. 

As he continued to thrust into you, Harry became a little dizzy. You were squeezing him so tight, tying to hold back like he instructed you to do. You were tightening up so much around him that he had to put in a little more effort to push himself in and out of you. When he felt himself getting extremely close to the edge, Harry finally let you cum. 

“Cum with me baby!” Harry shouts before pushing into you one more time. That thrust pushed you both right over the edge. This time around the both of you released every drop of yourselves that you had left, leaving you two in a heaping pile of exhaustion. After pulling out of you, Harry collapses onto the bed next to you. 

“You did so good today baby. You came three times!” Harry praises, slowly turning himself onto his side so that he could get a better look at you.

“Yeah, and now I can’t feel my body.” You sigh with a slight pout. You weren’t complaining, it was just that the numb feeling was a little weird for you. 

“Wanna take a bath? We can cuddle afterwards.” Harry whispers to you, reaching over to cup your sticky cheek. 

“Please?” 

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Dancing Around You

Day 31, Post #2 by @adenei

Title: Dancing Around You

Author: adenei

Pairing: James x Lily

Prompt: First Date

Rating: T 

TW: Some language and mentions of past abuse.

a/n: inspired by the scene in In The Heights when Vanessa and Usnavi go to the club.

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I walk into the corner shop in my neighborhood and see James, Remus and Sirius talking by the counter. The scene causes more annoyance to course through me, which probably stems from the shit mood I’m already in. James and Sirius are supposed to be working, since this is their job. And why isn’t Remus at the broadcast station across the street at his own job?

So what if James owned the shop after it was left to him when his parents passed? Work is still work, and he shouldn’t be skiving off while on shift. I’ve busted my arse day in and day out for the last three years so I could save up to rent a flat in Camden to pursue a career as an interior designer. Moving out of Peckham to a more centralized location will help put me on the map as a well sought after designer.

But that was all for nothing. I’ve just returned from my meeting with the realtor, and despite having enough rent saved up for a whole year, plus the security deposit, he waved me off as if I belonged in the slums! The twat said I needed someone to co-sign a lease with me. Tears sting my eyes as I’m reminded once again of how alone I am. Having walked out at seventeen to escape my parents’ emotional abuse for the last seven years, I had no one to turn to despite the close-knit neighborhood I lived in because this was a secret goal that no one knew about.

I’m sure Marlene’s mum would be more than happy to co-sign a lease with me, but I couldn’t ask that of her. Not when she’s done so much for me already. No, I just need to hold my head high and keep moving forward. I put on my business face and strengthen my resolve, so the boys don’t suspect anything out of the ordinary.

Walking over to the fridge, I grab a Fanta and a Coke for Mrs. McKinnon. When I left the office earlier for my appointment, she asked me to bring one back. Now, I have to return to my job as her secretary at her own Real Estate office and try not to resent every client who walks in the door. When I shut the refrigerator door and turn to head to the register, I see James leaning against the glass of another fridge door.

When the hell did he creep up on me?

“Evans, how’s it going?”

“It’s been better.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

For a moment, I think about letting him in. I open my mouth to say something, but change my mind at the last second.

“You wish.”

“Right, well, what are you doing tomorrow?”

Narrowing my eyes, I observe James. We’ve been friends for years, and it’s a friendship I cherish more than anything. He’s always been there to make me laugh, to match my sarcasm and wit, and he’s never been afraid to go toe-to-toe with me. I know him well, almost as well as I know myself, but I’m not expecting his question or the butterflies that flutter in my stomach in response.

I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t attractive. His perpetual bedhead, black hair and piercing yet kind hazel eyes have always stood out to me. It’s no secret that he’s fit from lifting boxes all day and playing on a club football team in his free time. But I’ve never allowed myself to think there could be anything more between us besides friendship.

So, why does it feel like he’s asking me out? Am I misreading the signs? I decide to keep the ball in his court to get a better read on his intentions.

“I’m going dancing with Marlene and Mary,” I reply, keeping my voice cool and collected.

“Oh, sounds like fun.” He glances down at the bottles in my hands. “All set, then?”

I nod, and If I’m not mistaken, his shoulders slump as he turns to head back to the counter. Should I have invited him and the guys to join us? Before I can ponder it further, Sirius cuts me off and pushes me back into the aisle.

“You and the girls are going dancing? That sounds like fun. I’d bet my buddy over there would love to join you.” He raises his eyebrows as if willing me to catch his subtle hint, which I do.

“Wait, was James just trying to ask me out tomorrow?”

Sirius shrugs. “Probably, but you two have been friends forever, and despite his smooth-talking with most females, he seems to get tongue-tied around you.”

A burst of laughter bubbles out of me. “James? Tongue-tied? Around me? What are you smoking?”

“Nothing, Evans. Just pointing out a fact.”

Fine, if Sirius is going to pester me about this, I will prove him wrong. I brush past him toward James so I can pay for the drinks and be on my way. Sliding a couple pounds to James over the counter, I smirk at him.

“You know, Potter, I could use a dancing partner tomorrow night. Pick me up at eight?”

His head snaps up, and he looks shocked before a goofy smile replaces the surprise on his face. “Er, yeah, alright. I mean, if you’re sure—”

Cutting him off, I put him out of his misery. “Great, see you then.”

The following evening, we’re walking into Alohomora, the most popular nightclub in Peckham. My friends and I frequent the club at least once a month. I love its mix of neons glowing amongst the blacklights and the worn leather benches framing the booths around the perimeter of the dance floor. It’s come to feel like a second home to me.

Dancing is an outlet for my frustrations. I love letting the music consume my soul as the loud thumps of the bass vibrate through my body as I spin on the floor. Tonight will be no different, except that James is with me. As my date. At least, I think he’s my date. Neither of us have actually talked about what this is.

“Wow, I haven’t been here in ages. Have they changed the layout recently?” James asks.

“Not that I can recall,” I wave his question off as I hear a number of people shout my name in greeting.

“I didn’t realize how popular you were here, Evans. I’m impressed.”

“Impressed by what? It shouldn’t come as a surprise that I have more friends than you three. I hope that doesn’t make you jealous.” My playful banter is accompanied by a smirk as James laughs.

“Me? Jealous? Of course not. Care for a drink first?”

“Sure.”

Usually, I’d prefer to dance a bit first, but I don’t want to drag James onto the dance floor if he doesn’t want to. I’m not even sure if he enjoys dancing since I’ve never seen him here before. He’s flagging down the bartender when someone calls to me.

“Lily! Hey, Lily!” Terry Fawcett is pushing his way through the crowded dance floor. “Wanna dance?”

He holds out his hand when he reaches me, but I shake my head.

“Sorry, Ter, I’m here with someone else tonight.”

James turns as he overhears the interaction and waves me on. He contorts his face in a weird, ‘trying to be chill, but still looks sort of pained’ way.

“It’s alright, Evans, go ahead.”

I’m taken aback. Maybe we really weren’t on a date. “But—are you sure?”

“Yeah, just save one for me later.”

“Oh, well, alright.”

My hand falls into Terry’s even though I’m not certain I want to dance with him. There’s an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that I’m not used to as I walk away from James. It’s ridiculous, but I think I’m actually disappointed that James passed me off so easily. And I’m just as mad at Sirius for even putting the thought that James might fancy me in my head because it’s all I’ve been able to think about since yesterday afternoon.

Well, there’s only one way to find out once and for all if he cares. Make him jealous.

I dance as I’ve never danced before when the music changes to an upbeat Latin tune. I spin around the floor, dancing with Terry before I’m passed off to other men that I’ve danced with once or twice in the past. It takes everything in my power to not steal glances at James, but I do catch when his baffled look turns dark as he begins to scowl at the men who are practically lined up to dance with me.

By the time he does walk out to the dance floor to cut in, I’m exhausted. He pulls me into his arms, but I’m still annoyed that he’s waited this long.

“Potter, I need a break.”

I pull away from him and walk toward the bar, where Sirius holds two drinks in his hands. I grab one and slam it down, shoving the glass into his chest once it’s empty. Then, I turn and head for the exit to get some air. It’s much quieter on the street, save for the ambient sounds of traffic in the background, a stark contrast to inside the club. I lean against the wall as I catch my breath and watch the cars go by.

The door to the club opens, and the music splits the night air as James steps out.

“Evans, what the hell was that?”

“What was what?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

What? Is he angry? Good. Let him be angry.

“You! You ask me to come with you, spend all night dancing with other blokes, and then when I try to cut in, you ditch me.”

A derisive bark escapes my lips as I push off the wall and step closer to him, matching his stance.

“Don’t you dare try to blame this on me, Potter. You’re the one who pushed me away! I would have been perfectly happy dancing with you all night, but no, you sat back and watched as I danced with everyone else.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do!?”

He can’t be serious right now, playing the victim and passing this onto me. There’s no way I’m letting him get away with this. I step even closer, thankful that my heels bring me closer to eye level with him, so it’s more of an even match.

“I don’t know, put your arm around me and tell the bloke to fuck off? That I’m taken?”

“Are you taken?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

Our breathing is heavy, chests heaving as our noses are a hair’s width apart. All I can focus on is the intensity in his eyes, the gold flecks burning like the flames in a fire. I wait for him to say something, or do something, anything except stare at me. I give him more than enough time, and he doesn’t make a move, so I decide that I’m done.

As much as I don’t want to, I break eye contact and turn away. I’m not in the mood to stay out, so I begin the walk home. James and I are friends, and that’s all we’ll ever be, but that doesn’t stop me from cursing Sirius for putting the thought that we could be more in my head. Because now that I’ve accepted the thought, I’m not sure I want to stay friends. But it’s clear now, this wasn’t meant to be anything special, and I was stupid for thinking it could be.

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mykonos-crossed lovers (part i) 🦋

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Summary: When you drunkenly book a girls trip to a tropical Greek island to help mend your broken heart, you would never for a second think it will take you exactly to where he is. Him. A tale of the right person at the wrong time, an overused cliché made into plots of movies you never thought would live through in your reality. Two people, still madly in love with each other, hearts still broken, suppressed by the alcohol and distractions consumed on this trip. Will they let their egos get in the way, protect what’s left of their already broken hearts, or will let their hearts speak?

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: angst?

Author’s Note: hi everyone, thank you so so much for the responses to the prologue! I am so overwhelmed and did not expect to receive so much kindness it makes me wanna cry hahaha 🥺 thank you a thousand times over! and if this is your first time getting to know the fic, I highly suggest you read the prologue before diving into part 1! This chapter is sort of a filler chapter (I know it has 2.6k words lol), it shows how (y/n) have been doing since the break up & how the trip came about, I hope it’ll make sense once you read it 🤍 thanks for reading x

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It’s been months since you last spoke to him. Him. The thought of him still hurts. The idea of him existing without you, hurts. As much as you try to fight it, you still remember him like the back of your hand. You could draw on paper the contours of his face by memory, by instinct, like remembering your way home. He was a love you have never experienced before. Something about his magnetism seemed impossible to resist.

You and Dominic broke up nearly half a year ago. Your hopes of an amicable breakup were destroyed by him. His confusion, his anger, his frustration made it impossible for you two to stay friends. He couldn’t even begin to imagine being just a friend to you when his entire heart belongs to you. He called you selfish for leaving, he called you stubborn for having your mind made up without letting him put up a fight when he was ready to battle anyone, even you, to save your relationship.

The first few months were difficult, but the first few weeks were excruciating. You barely ate, as the numbing in the pit of your stomach constantly made you nauseous that your body couldn’t digest anything you ate. You couldn’t bring yourself to shower and get dressed, and spent days laying in bed, wallowing in sadness. Overtime, you just learn to live with the pain.

Since then, you’ve had good days, and slowly but surely stopped faking smiles and replaced them with genuine ones. But your bad days felt like hell, with your mind often teasing you with memories of him that you’ve suppressed enough to compartmentalise, then it comes back to you all at once, and consumes your entire soul. The pain is suffocating, like being crush by tidal waves, leaving you no time to run for shore, the waters dragging you, pulling you in many directions. All you could do was be still, stay paralysed, and pray that it goes away. That’s what remembering him felt like.

Then on other days, you often wonder how you were able to manage all this, with the pain still fresh whenever you think about it, but I guess we’re all guilty of pushing our feelings to the side and pretending that everything’s alright, when it’s the opposite. You’re still alive, despite it all. But you want to live, not just survive.

The truth is, you did not leave because you fell out of love. In fact, you were too in love—it’s a crime. He was your entire life. Days were spent waiting for him to come home from training and matches. Missing him during away games. Your entire happiness depended on him, and that terrified you. You weren’t happy with yourself either, and expected more out of your life. The burden of having a prosperous career, a stable income, a life for yourself that you loved, becoming too heavy to bear. You had all these dreams and goals set for yourself that you never got to actualise so you could be by his side. Your love for him was insurmountable, that you couldn’t accommodate anything for yourself. No matter how hard you tried, you will always put him first. It was natural. Even though he never asked for all your attention, you couldn't simply choose between yourself or him, because you would always choose him. Over and over.

So you did what you had to do, break your own heart, and his, to love yourself.

Since your breakup, you finally moved out of your friend’s place and got yourself a nice two-bedroom flat at the city centre with a stunning view of the city. You landed yourself a job as a junior editor for British Vogue that demands commuting to London several days a week. As you thrive in difficult situations, the breakup forced you to submerge yourself in work, mainly to avoid the pain, but it propelled you to get to where you are.

Trying to get over someone who is in the public eye was a different battle. It seemed as though everywhere you went, he’s there. You see him on billboards, TV screens, his face painted on murals, quickly becoming a tourist site. Occasionally, you would watch his games out of habit, and listen to the prideful Evertonian crowd chant his name. You witnessed his first England senior team debut, and tuned in to England v. Wales on the TV for old time’s sake. You watched him score his first senior England goal behind a screen. Your eyes welled at sight of him living his dream, poaching the ball into the net, scoring the first goal of the game, making his country and family proud. You feel the rush of adrenaline he felt as he ran to his teammates and celebrated. You can’t help but share this sense of pride, as you’ve watched firsthand how hard he has worked to get to where he is.

But on days where he isn’t on your mind, you do not want to be reminded of him. It’s difficult to cope when you encounter pieces of him that takes you back to the worst day of your life, and his.

Like last night, for instance. You had been scrolling on your social media when it was brought to your attention that a magazine had published an issue with your ex on the front cover, spotted on a night out with a blonde you don’t personally know but you could’ve sworn you’ve seen before. Perhaps another one of those so-called “influencers”, you thought to yourself. You know that you have no right to feel jealous or upset, as you broke up with him and this was bound to happen, but selfishly, a part of you had hoped that he wouldn’t find anyone else, or at least not before you did. You’re frustrated at yourself for letting him have this effect on you even months after your break up.

Succumbing to your bad habits, you give in to your impulses and pop open a bottle of red wine to calm your growing anxiety. Two glasses of wine, a takeout, and a season of Gossip Girl later, you find yourself slightly drunk, nerves calmed, and a little drowsy so you quickly change into your satin pyjamas and tuck yourself in bed.

You decide to turn on the TV for some background noise and quickly close your eyes. By some twist of fate, you hear a painfully familiar voice giving his thoughts at the end of a game he’s won. The sheer volume of his voice on the TV causes a sharp pain in your chest as you scramble to reach for your remote in the dark, with your eyes half opened. and change it to anything but a sports channel. That’s it, you thought to yourself. I need to get the fuck away.

Still drunk and not entirely aware of what you’re doing, you reach for your laptop on the nightstand. The brightness made your eyes squint a little bit, but you managed to type out a link and open a travel booking site, and scroll through different pictures of tropical islands you’re longing to get to. Anywhere but here, you thought. You selected options that you thought looked the blue-est, the most expensive, a party town, and had the most five star restaurants.

By the end of it you have booked a return flight to Mykonos for 5 people where you will be staying at a grand, luxurious 5-bedroom villa located at the party central of the island. You couldn’t be bothered to check how much it cost you. All sense of ration gets thrown out the window when you mix heartbreak with alcohol. When you told your friends of what you had just done, it was safe to say that they were surprised but absolutely ecstatic that you have booked a much needed getaway with the girls. With a three-day notice, you all quickly scramble through your closet and go on an online shopping spree to pick out your outfits for the holiday.

***

Days later, you find yourself landing on Mykonos island on a sunny afternoon.

“I can’t believe you’ve managed to pull all this off within days,” your friend says as you all walk through the pebbled entry way of your villa, and open the door. “Holy fucking shit,” another friend says in awe of the sight. The villa was filled with white interior, bright lights, wooden tables that give off beach vibes, and an infinity pool where you could swim as you watch the sunset, with a view of the blue sea. With 5 bedrooms to choose from, your friends collectively decided that you should take the master that had direct access to the pool, which you happily accepted but it wouldn’t matter anyway, as you’ll all probably stay in one room.

Once you’ve unpacked, you pull out your white cardigan and make your way out the terrace to catch a view of the sunset and have a moment by yourself. You take a deep breath of the fresh air with a hint of sea breeze as you try to take in the stunning view of the island. You are filled with gratitude as you bear witness to something so beautiful as you watch the sun sink into the blue Aegean Sea. Despite the peacefulness exuded by the view, your heart can’t help but feel Dom. You remember when he had brought up wanting to spend this exact summer in Mykonos with you, but life had other plans.

***flashback***

Dom was laying in bed with his laptop screen on his chest, an arm to support his head as he scrolled through the travel booking site. He had been looking through different options, but he has his mind set on a lovely town in Greece, Dubai’s overrated after all, he thought.

“Me, you, blue skies, tanned skin, bike rides around town, what do you think love?” asked Dom. “Where’s this?” you ask, moving closer to him as he shows you his laptop screen. “Mykonos. It’s not too far away, I’ll have enough time to rest before pre-season starts,” he replies. “That sounds like a plan,” you smile at him. “But we’ll book it closer to the summer, yeah? In case anything comes up,” you said as you plant a kiss on his cheek. He nods as he bookmarks the site and drifts off to sleep with you shortly after.

Unbeknownst to you, later that night he quietly opened his laptop and quickly booked the trip for you two as a surprise. Anything that will come in the way will just have to be compromised. He was adamant to make sure he gives you the best summer of your life, it is what you deserve after all, he thought.

***

You had forgotten about your conversation with Dom until you stood on the island. Your thoughts were interrupted by your friend’s footsteps. “Hey, you okay babe? You’ve been out here for a while,” she asks with concerned eyes. “I’m alright,” you said. “Or I will be,” you add, giving your friend a forced smile. Your friend wraps her arm around your shoulders as you two make it back inside to have an early and quiet night with the girls, exhausted from all the travel.

***

The next day you woke up a little late, with only several hours to tan before having to get ready for your dinner reservation at one of Mykonos’s famous restaurants that looks over the sea. A little frustrated at yourself for sleeping in, you went to the bathroom to wash your face, put on some light makeup, and change into your swimwear.

You join your friends who are sprawled on the sunbeds. “So, where is this place again?” you asked your friend who booked the dinner. “A restaurant by the sea located at party central babe. Everybody, I mean everybody goes here. They’ve got the best food and music,” she replies. “Think of Mamma Mia 1,” another friend chimes in. Your eyes widen at the imagery. “Better have some great alcohol too, I’m desperate for some,” you laugh. “That’s my girl,” your friend says.

***

By the late afternoon you and the girls are getting ready for dinner. Makeup bags and its contents sprawled on the floor, you had to tiptoe around makeup products and brushes, careful not to step on them. After long deliberation, you decided to dress up in co-ord that hugs your figure and fits you like a glove, paired with your favourite heels, settling for an elegant yet fun look. You decide to keep your hair down and put on some natural makeup to balance out the bold colour. After about 30 minutes of taking pictures of each other and some group photos, you finally made it out the door.

The location was spectacular. The ambience was complemented with bright lights to lighten the dim Mykonos sky that has turned a shade of dark blue, almost purple. The food was divine, a little overpriced for your liking, but it was worth it. The restaurant turns into a nightclub close to midnight, and you and your girls were eager to start your first round of drinks. Fruity drinks were passed around, made with fruits freshly picked from the gardens. Watermelon margarita was your drink of choice, partly sweet, partly sour, and just enough tequila as your first drink of the trip.

The restaurant was packed, you could’ve sworn you had seen a star of a Spanish series you’ve just finished watching on Netflix. The guests were well dressed, many had bravely eccentric taste, mixing patterns and sparkly jewellery, paired with funky footwear to add some flair. In Mykonos, you will not encounter the same judgment as you would walking down the streets back home.

Your friends stood up to dance the second the alcohol kicked in. You took your time, savouring your drink, wanting the night to last. You smile at the sight of your happy friends, so full of life, not giving a single care in the world. As you’re sitting there, observing people, you suddenly feel your chest get heavy. It’s hard to put into words what this feeling is like, but it pushes you to shut down in social settings, overwhelmed by strangers and loud music that makes your ears ring. It is a feeling of unexplained anxiety, where you need a second to correct your breathing, and calm yourself down. Not now, you thought, not here. You often feel these random bouts of emptiness since you left Dom. You try to push the discomfort away, and think of anything else but him. You stood up and walked to the edge of the restaurant by the white border wall to get some fresh air, and take in the view of calm waves under the night sky to collect some peace of mind.

You place your elbows on top of the border, and rest your head on the palms of your hands. A bystander would think that you’re a scene from a movie, a damsel in distress, longing for her love interest. But this was no movie, no fairytale, no knight in shining armour to protect you, no lover to sweep you off your feet.

Or so you thought.

Your focus on the sounds of splashing waves was interrupted by familiar footsteps, getting louder and louder as it creeps its way closer to you. The scent of the sea began to mix with an all too familiar scent of tobacco vanilla. Only one person came to mind. It can’t be, you thought.

“(Y/N)?,” his voice breaks.

It’s him.

#dominic calvert lewin #dominic calvert lewin imagine #dominic calvert lewin imagines #mclfic

[miserablesme]

The Les Miserables Changelog Part 7: 1987-1997 American variations

Hello, everyone! This is the latest edition in my attempt to chronicle all of the musical and lyrical changes which the show Les Miserables has undergone over the years. This time, we're going through the production-specific differences between the official 1987-1997 libretto and the US tour and Broadway productions of the era.

Compared to the West End production, American ones took far fewer liberties relative to what was in the libretto. For the most part, they stuck with what they were told to do. This makes the variations that did crop up all the more fascinating, and I think they are absolutely worthy of a post. Without further ado, let's get started!

Second National Tour

1988-1991

To the best of my knowledge, this is the first US production to feature any variation from the 1987 libretto. The only one I'm aware of: the original "Got a number on his chest" becomes "Got a brand upon his chest" prior to "The Attack of Rue Plumet". This would later be applied to other productions after the costumes were slightly tweaked so that Valjean now has a generic bar on his chest instead of the number "24601". Similarly, it seems as though this production may not have had the normal number for some reason?

Broadway and Third National Tour

Everything from this point downwards refers to these two productions, which seem to have been very much connected as they tended to make the same changes around the same times.

Circa 1988-1989 version

During the "On Parole" segment of the prologue, as Valjean takes his flight a voice can be heard shouting "Stop that man!" I suppose it makes sense that someone would send an alert about his presence, though it sort of distracts from Valjean's high note.

Much like the West End production at the time, these production changed the order of lines in "At the End of the Day". Usually the lines go as follows:

What is this fighting all about?

Will someone tear these two apart?

These productions instead put them in the following order during this timeframe:

Will someone tear these two apart?

What is this fighting all about?

I honestly have no clue what exactly is the purpose of swapping those two lines; nothing seems changed at all in spirit or meaning.

After "Red and Black", Gavroche now whistles prior to announcing General Lamarque's death.

That's literally it... everything else sticks to the libretto.

Circa 1989-1991 version

This is almost identical to the preceding version. One difference: a little joke has been added to the "Waltz of Treachery". Instead of just singing "Let's not haggle for darling Cosette", Thenardier pauses for quite some time, singing: "Let's not haggle for darling... Cosette".

Circa 1991-1994 version

"At the End of the Day" is now in its official format. However, the "Stop that man" line, Gavroche's whistle, and Thenardier's forgetfulness are all still present.

Circa 1993-1994

This variant was only used on Broadway, seemingly not the US tour. It is very close to the 1991-1994 version, with a few differences.

The first difference, which draws on the 1992 UK tour and then-current West End variations, can be heard in "The Runaway Cart". Officially these were the lyrics spoken by townspeople:

Look at that

Look at that

It's Monsieur Fauchelevent

Don't approach

Don't go near

At the risk of your life

He is caught by the wheel

Oh the pitiful man

Stay away

Turn away

There is nothing to do

There is nothing to do

This was the UK tour variant:

Look at that

Stay away

You'll be crushed by the cart

Don't approach

Don't go near

It'll fall on you too

Oh my god, who is that?

It's Monsieur Fauchelevent

He is caught by the wheel

Oh the pitiful man

There is nothing to do

The US productions at this point almost used those lyrics:

Look at that

Stay away

You'll be crushed by the cart

Don't approach

Don't go near

At the risk of your life

Oh my god, who is that?

It's Monsieur Fauchelevent

He is caught by the wheel

Oh the pitiful man

There is nothing to do

Interestingly, the lyrics are identical to their revised form except that the original "At the risk of your life" is maintained instead of "It'll fall on you too". Perhaps the producers thought the scene was more suspenseful without a rhyme scheme?

Regardless, the remainder of the number plays out as was in the libretto, not using the UK tour and West End variants.

Now, prior to "Red and Black" the little sting introduced in the UK tour (and soon added to foreign language productions) is also audible in the Broadway show. To quote myself from Part 5 of this blog:

"If I’m not mistaken, this musical addition was placed in to account for a change in staging. Originally the number began with the barricade set sliding off-stage, revealing the ABC cafe set behind it. However, around the time of this tour the blocking was adjusted. Now, the turntable instead revolved at the beginning of this number, revealing the ABC cafe set on the other end of the turntable and allowing the barricade set to double as the walls of the cafe. I believe the opening sting was added to allow time for this slightly more elaborate staging."

Gavroche no longer whistles before announcing General Lamarque's death.

Circa 1994-1997 version

Used in both the tour and on Broadway, this version is the first time the US tour production actually diverges from the libretto to a significant extent. It uses the changes added in Broadway in 1993, along with some others.

The "Stop that man" line is still present in the prologue.

The 1993-1994 version of "The Runaway Cart" is still used.

Thenardier continues to forget Cosette's name during the "Waltz of Treachery".

The sting before "Red and Black" continues to play.

Calling on the UK tour and West End production, after "Night of Anguish" the instrumental "Drink with Me" tune has been removed. In its place, instrumentals of "A Little Fall of Rain" have been put in, as they already had been in the UK tour and the West End production.

Everything goes as expected right up until the epilogue. The official "And lead me to salvation" was replaced with "I'll lead you to salvation", which had already been used in the Australian and UK tours.

Circa 1997 version

This version (which was seemingly only used for a few months, if even that long) is almost identical to the previous one, with one significant difference. Drawing on the UK tour and the West End production, a sequence in "Lovely Ladies" was totally redone. Instead of the official libretto scene between sailors and prostitutes:

(SAILORS - simultaneously with prostitutes' lines)

Lovely lady, fastest on the street

Wasn't there three minutes

She was back up on her feet

Lovely lady, what you waiting for

Doesn't take a lot of savvy just to be a whore

Come on lady, what's a lady for?

(PROSTITUTES - simultaneously with sailors' lines)

Lovely ladies, lovely little girls

Lovely ladies, lovely little ladies

Lovely girlies, lovely little girls

We are lovely, lovely girls

Lovely ladies, what's a lady for?

There's this exchange between a prostitute and a pimp:

(PROSTITUTE)

God I'm weary, sick enough to drop

Belly burns like fire

Will the bleeding ever stop?

(PIMP)

Cheer up dearie, show a happy face

Plenty more like you here

If you can't keep up the pace

(PROSTITUTE)

Only joking, dearie knows her place

Side note: I only have evidence of this variant being used on the Broadway show, from January 1997. I have no idea if it was ever used in the US tour; the latest audio of the tour pre-official libretto change that I have is from December 1996, and it still uses the original lyrics.

And... that's it. See what I mean when I say the American productions didn't diverge that much from the libretto?

That just about sums this part up! If I missed anything feel free to let me know, as my goal is to create a changelog as thorough and complete as possible. I plan on making more parts in the near future covering all the changes that have been made in the show up until this day (discounting concerts). Any feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated.

As a side note, both for this project and my own enjoyment, I want as complete a collection of Les Miserables audios as possible. I already have most of what’s commonly circulated, but if you have any audios or videos you know are rare, I’d love it if you DMed me!

Until the turntable puts me at the forefront again, good-bye…

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[looneyllama-archive]

Fixing Raggedy Ann and Andy: a Musical Adventure

I recently discovered this gem of a film, and I’ve fallen in love with these funky little rag dollies! Raggedy Ann and Andy: a Musical Adventure has stunning animation, incredible music, and charming characters. That said, I can certainly see the flaws in the story, characters, and musical structure of the film, so I’ve written up what I would change to make it stronger.

Under the cut, because this got looooong.

• Theme: this film is actually not far off from having a solid story, if you think of the film being about love and happiness, rather than about the literal adventure. Every character’s goal is to find happiness. The captain thinks that claiming Babette as his bride, as if she’s a pretty trophy to show off, will make him happy. The Greedy follows a similar line of thinking, as he believes finding a sweetheart to add to his collection of sweets will make him happy. Even though both are desiring people, they demonstrate the idea of finding joy in ownership, rather than in interaction. Babette and the Camel are both trying to get home, with the former wanting to go to Paris and the latter wanting to join a camel caravan. They place all of their hopes for happiness on finding a certain place, instead of trying to make the best of where they are. Sir Leonard Looney thinks that joy comes from playing pranks on others and laughing at them. Finally, Raggedy Ann and Andy know that happiness comes from being with your loved ones.

• Characters: to start, notice that I left King Koo Koo off the list of characters discussed in the theme section. This decision is due to the fact that his goal is confusing; he also tries to find joy in the misery of others, but that’s to serve another goal, making himself bigger (which just ends up being disturbing in the film). I say that this character should be scrapped entirely. In terms of theme, Sir Leonard makes him redundant, and in terms of plot, it’s not difficult to write him out (more on that later). The other major character that needs an overhaul is the Captain. I get what they were going for; he’s supposed to be desperately lonely inside his snowglobe—even though he seems to have an entire pirate crew—which is why he kidnaps Babette. At the end of the film, he’s supposed to be redeemed, but he still comes across as acting creepy toward Babette, and he never even apologizes! I would tweak this character. First of all, he should be entirely alone in the snowglobe save for Queasy; this doesn’t justify his actions, mind you, but it at least makes him a little more sympathetic. Most importantly, he needs to come to the realization on his own that what he did was wrong. Instead of having him complain to Queasy in the brig about losing his “prize,” have him admit that he messed up; he can’t cure his loneliness if he treats other people like trophies, rather than showing them respect. The Captain also needs actually apologize for his actions—it’s hardly fair to have Babette apologize for causing trouble, but then for the person who started the whole mess to get off scot-free! Additionally, to lessen the creep factor, I would also have him no longer be “in love” with Babette at the end of the film, but instead show him respecting her as a friend.

• Songs: I love most of the songs in this film, but there certainly are too many—there’s 19 songs on the soundtrack! The first fix is to eliminate all of the Twin Penny jingles. These mini-songs are unnecessary, always bringing the story to a screeching halt and interrupting the flow of dialogue. Also, the Twin Pennies get the first song of the film, which hardly makes sense! That brings us down to 16 songs. The second obvious fix is to get rid of any background songs, or any songs that aren’t actual musical numbers in the film. That scratches “A Miracle” and “the Abduction & Yo-Ho,” which are both played behind dialogue during the kidnapping scene; the latter song doesn’t even end properly! I would also include “Camel’s Mirage” among these songs, and change that to an instrumental version, since the lyrics don’t contribute much impact anyway. 13 songs now. If we apply the change I made under the characters section, the elimination of King Koo Koo, we can get rid of "Hail to Our Glorious King” and "It's Not Easy Being King,” bringing us down to 11 songs. The final fix would be to combine songs whenever there’s two back-to-back. The film already does this anyway, having the final song “Home” transition into a reprise of “Candy Hearts and Paper Flowers,” so it wouldn’t be difficult to do it for a few other songs. The first instance of this is “Rag Dolly” and “Poor Babette.” Since “Poor Babette” is a pretty weak tune anyway, let’s just make Babette’s lament into another verse of “Rag Dolly!” Just switch it to a more dismal sound and change the lyrics—I’m thinking something along these lines: “Oh, I’m just a poor dolly, stranded so far from Paris / such a miserable dolly, trapped in this strange nursery / I feel melancholy, knowing I can’t get away / so this French dolly, scared and alone, has no choice but to stay.” The other two songs I would combine would be “Hooray for Me” and “You’re My Friend.” This one is even easier, since both songs are already call-and-response; just rearrange “Hooray for Me” as follows: “Hooray for me! Hooray for she! / Babette of Paris! She’s captain, see! / What joy, what glee! What joy, what glee! / When our voyage ends / once we’ve crossed the deep blue sea / we’ll reach Paris! We’ll reach Paris!” That makes our final count 9 songs: “I Look, And What Do I See,” “I’m No Girl’s Toy,” “Rag Dolly,” "Candy Hearts and Paper Flowers,” “Blue,” “I Never Get Enough,” “I Love You,” “You’re My Friend,” and “Home/Candy Hearts and Paper Flowers reprise.”

• Setting: now, I love how surreal the settings are, but I’ll readily admit that it doesn’t make much sense. The film says that Ann and Andy just go into the woods, and yet they run into a Taffy Pit and a Looney Kingdom out there! To help with suspension of disbelief, I say that instead of going out the window to chase the Captain, they go into Marcella’s drawings.

• Plot: with all of these changes in place, let’s play out the story! The beginning goes the same until we get to the Captain’s escape. Ann still helps him get out, but instead of him already having a ship and a crew inside the snowglobe, he goes up to one of Marcella’s drawings, a pirate ship on the sea, and orders the crew to jump out and help him kidnap Babette. The pirates then escape into a drawing of a starry sky over a desert sticking out of Marcella’s backpack. Ann and Andy follow them in, and the meet the Camel. He was abandoned in the lost-and-found at the school and ended up climbing into the drawing to look for his caravan. He agrees to help Ann and Andy, but gets distracted by the camels in the sky; the three ride right off the edge of the page and into a different drawing, this one showing candies and sweets galore. The encounter with the Greedy plays out as in the original film, and the trio escapes into another drawing, this one showing a castle. They run into Sir Leonard Looney, who intends to keep them in Looneyland for his own entertainment, but they get him and the other Loonies distracted by throwing pies and escape into the sea drawing. Sir Leonard is the one who calls up Gazooks to pursue them, hoping to get the last laugh. The three use the H.M.S. Koo Koo to get onto the ship and find Babette has become Captain. Crucially, we see the Captain showing remorse for his actions while he’s in the brig. While Babette is tying up Ann, Andy, and the Camel, the Captain spots Gazooks sneaking up on the ship through a porthole; he breaks out of the brig and gets on deck to warn Babette. Babette realizes she’ll have to give up on reaching Paris to keep her new friends safe. She commands her crew to turn the ship around. Gazooks attacks, tickling all of the crew as well as Andy and the Camel. While they’re being shaken around, Andy and the Camel drop joy buzzers and gum balls that got caught up in their clothes/wrinkled knees in the Taffy Pit and the Looney Kingdom. Ann, Babette, and the Captain pick up these items, and use them to load up a cannon and fire at Gazooks. The explosion knocks the toys out of the drawing. The Captain lands on a shelf by his snowglobe, but the Camel goes out the window and lands on the ground. Ann, Andy, and Babette nearly fall as well, but manage to hang onto the curtain. Ann is terrified for Babette, who will shatter if she falls. Just as the three think Babette is going to drop, Marcella comes in. She grabs her silly dolls, scolds them for playing near an open window, and puts them back in their proper places before leaving again. (I’m writing this scene with the original stories in mind; the original Marcella always seemed fairly aware that her dolls were getting into trouble behind her back, and would just scold them and save them as necessary.) The dolls are relieved to be home, and we get the Captain’s apology, and show him respecting Babette as a friend, as well as quite an impressive pirate Captain herself! Meanwhile, the Camel is left outside. He sees the caravan once again, but unlike in the original film, it leads in the opposite direction of the house. He stares at them longingly, but forces himself to turn away, and goes for the playroom window instead. Of course, he’s welcomed into the family, and we get our happy ending at last.

If you made it this far, please let me know what you think of my fixes, and what you would change about the film!

#review #raggedy ann and andy #raggedy Ann and Andy a musical adventure #fix it

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Resol’nare - Part Two

A/N: I really wanted to have this up earlier today but this headache had other plans. Anyways, not much to say here except... meet Navina! 

*this story will regularly be using words in Mando’a. for a good list of references click here.*

Summary: Navina Harsa has been on her own for a long time, and she has done whatever she’s needed to in order to survive. From time to time that means forsaking the teachings, The Way of her people. But there is one thing that she will never do, and that is forsake her family- even if they’re gone. 

Word Count: 4.8k 

Warning: language

Yavin 4.   

Navina Harsa leaned against the window of the transport shuttle as the destination came into view. Clouds swirled in wispy white clusters, parting to reveal the marbled green and blue hues that the dense foliage and deep, clear water painted across the moon’s surface. Quiet gasps from the row behind her gave those passengers away as first time visitors to the remote jungle moon, the three young children chattering excitedly about all the things that their parents must have told them in the weeks leading up to their trip. Navina tried to put herself in their shoes, imagining what it would be like to see Yavin 4 for the first time all over again. But while the family of travelers was choosing this location for a vacation, her own reason for visiting was vastly different. And she had seen it many times. It is beautiful, though. 

As the shuttle neared the docking zone, the landscape and vegetation became more defined, and she could make out the massive ziggurat that poked up from the trees. Neither centuries of erosion, nor years of war and conflict had damaged the structures that still loomed like imposing stone giants over the land.

 “You can see them from anywhere you are on the ground,” the man behind her was telling his children. “If you think they’re big now,” she glanced back in time to catch him tapping the youngest boy on the nose with the tip of his finger. “Just wait until we get up close.” He curved his other arm around one of the older two, corralling the three of them close to the window. The children giggled excitedly, their parents exchanging warm smiles over their heads as they continued to buzz with questions and exclamations. 

Navina clamped her eyes shut and faced front, blinking them open again when she was sure she’d only see the back of the seat in front of her. She stared at the bright red material, a bittersweet ache opening in her chest. Another year. Her right hand came up to her throat, fingers digging beneath her dark gray shawl for the leather cord she wore around her neck. Sliding it between her thumb and index finger, she felt for the cool metal pendant, wrapping it in her palm. Squeezing until the pointed tusks of the carved mythosaur poked into her flesh, she closed her eyes once more, inhaling deeply through her nose. 

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum, aliit. 

She held her breath, letting that ache deepen for a few seconds as the three faces she would never forget appeared in her memory. Her mother’s sharp, shining eyes. The strength in her father’s calm smile. The little one, sound asleep and dreaming. You never left, because I carry you with me. Exhaling slowly, she released her grip on the pendant, the ache receding like she knew it would, and she tucked it back beneath the cowl of her shawl. Nothing can truly separate us. Hand falling back to her lap, she turned to look out the window once more as the Star Commuter began its final descent towards the docking platforms. Bending down, she scooped up the strap of her shoulder bag and slung it across her body, the contents clanging together as she adjusted its weight and readied herself to disembark.  

An overhead speaker chimed before a cheerful pre-recorded voice rang out in the cabin. “Welcome to Yavin 4. Please be sure that you have all of your belongings before departing the ship. Passengers traveling with droids may claim them at the station hub once we have touched down. We thank you for choosing to fly with us, and hope that you enjoy your stay.” 

There was further information regarding booking return passage from the moon, but Navina tuned it out. She wouldn’t be leaving Yavin 4 the same way that she arrived. And if all goes according to plan I’ll never have to shuttle hop again. Standing as the craft hovered closer to the platform, she reached for the handle above her head, using it to steady herself as the shuttle jerked into a parked position. Once the floor had stopped shuddering beneath her boots, and the children in the row behind her had all dramatically tumbled from their seats, Navina let go of the handle and pulled her hood up, tucking her long woven braid into it. As the cabin doors opened and the rest of the passengers fumbled to gather their belongings, she filed quickly past them and out into the thick, humid air. 

Back again. 

She wasn’t born here, so it technically wasn’t her home. But it was the closest thing that she had to one. Her parents had been forced to leave Mandalore when she was only a few months old, settling on Concordia with the rest of the warrior clans. They lived there as a family for almost six years, but she had no real memory of it, couldn’t conjure more in her mind than what she’d been told. Even the memories of the night that they left were scarce and came to her in pieces- Purple light. Deep voices. The frenzied feeling of being followed. She remembered being tired, wanting to sleep, and finally being able to, curling up with the baby and both of them drifting off quickly. Her parents explained as best as they could why they had had to leave, why they’d chosen to do they things that they had, and that explanation evolved to include more as she grew older. Even though she understood it, none of what they told her helped her to remember a home before they one they’d made there in the jungle caves of Yavin 4. 

They’d only spent four years here, completely secluded, just the four of them, but she could recall almost every second. Training with her parents, learning how to fight among the wide, flat leaves and vibrant flowers, splashing in the shallows at the base of the waterfall with the little one as her parents watched, humming rhymes for him as he cooed and laughed. She remembered running through the tunnels that connected their cavern to the network of others, her own voice echoing off the walls as she practiced words she’d heard her parents say: morut'yc, cyar'ika, gra'tua. The language was harsh, hard to learn and harder to speak, but she remembered the pride that she felt when her pronunciation was correct, or if she used a word or phrase properly. Her mother’s pewter eyes would flash and her father would nod. 

“This is the Way, Ina’ika,” her mother would always end every lesson, whether it was on weapons or traditions, with the words that every Mandalorian had heard thousands of times.  

This is the Way. 

But was she a true Mandalorian? It was something she struggled with for years now. Her parents were gone. She had no clan, no tribe, no one to swear allegiance or loyalty or anything at all to. She’d given up on wearing her armor at all times when several dire situations had demanded that she do so, donning it only when necessary. It’s not even my armor. Shrugging, she reached across her chest to pull the strap higher up on her shoulder. Had she grown up among other clans like her parents did, she would have been given her own armor as soon as she started training. When she reached a certain age she would have had the chance to swear the Creed and pledge herself to the Way of the Mandalore, and she would have been presented with her first custom piece of beskar armor- usually a helmet, sometimes a chestplate. Instead she carried her mother’s helmet, a pair of vambraces that she relieved a black market trader of, both too big for her wrists and needing extra padding so they wouldn’t slip when she used them, and a thin chestplate and shoulder pauldrons that had been salvaged from troopers during the Clone Wars and coated in several layers of durasteel. Beskar armor was impossible to come by, a Mandalorian armorer willing to smith something for a vagabond wearing mismatched steel even more difficult to find. She’d done her best to collect what she could. But it wasn’t beskar, aside from the helmet, and it wasn’t hers. 

She’d called herself a bounty hunter and a pilot, a courtesan, a killer, a thief, a smuggler, a spice runner and a stowaway, and she’d done so without pause because at some point she had been all of those things, often a few of them at once. She hesitated, though, when it came to calling herself Mandalorian. I’ve broken almost every code there is to break. As much as she tried to keep the traditions and beliefs that her parents had instilled in her, she knew that for every action she took to walk the Way, she had taken at least one in direct opposition with it. Not to mention the things that she had planned. I doubt destroying the Darksaber counts as rallying to the cause of the Mand’alor.   

The stone path beneath her feet gave way to the springy jungle moss that covered the ground as she navigated her way through the station hub, the only place on Yavin 4 that could be considered remotely crowded, and she forced such violent thoughts from her mind. Not here. For the last eighteen years, every move she made or job she took was influenced by one of three goals: survival, avenging the deaths of her family, or gaining information on the most infamous weapon in Mandalore’s history- specifically where she could find it, and how it could be obliterated. In her mind, it was just another thing that stood in the way of her people ever striking a balance, just another reason for Mandalorians to stay hidden or for clans to clash with one another instead of standing strong together. It unified them once...but it didn’t last. Any totem of power would attract corruption, she was sure of it, and that’s what the Darksaber was.  

She’d never seen it herself, only imagining the way that the onyx blade would crackle to life, slicing through the air in swaths of glowing obsidian light. The stories that her parents had told her, the scraps of information that she was able to collect through the years were all she had to build her idea of the weapon on. But she was certain that she’d know it when she saw it, even if her imagination was off base. She exited the hub, something her father had once said about the sword tumbling to the forefront of her memory. “All the misuse… all the times it fell into the wrong hands… all that fear. There’s too much anger, too much hatred. The blade is imbued with it now. No one is strong enough to resist it anymore.” He didn’t believe that it could ever be used for good again- and certainly not if someone who’d been hardened and hollowed out by pain and loss and wrath were to lay claim on it. Someone like-

Shaking her head, Navina tried to clear her mind of the Darksaber and the emotions that it stirred in her. That’s not why I’m here. Her search for the blade, like her search for those who had betrayed her family, consumed most of her day to day thoughts and dictated almost every move she made or job she took. The leads she found determined where she travelled and how long she stayed there, chose her allies for her and taught her who her enemies were. But this trip was different. Her annual trip to Yavin 4 had nothing to do with her self-assigned mission. This is for them...and for me.   

Behind her, the family from the shuttle was heading towards the Ruins, where a small camp was set up with accommodations for vacationers. The children skipped and jumped, practically tripping over one another with excitement now that they had made it to their destination and no longer had to sit still on the shuttle. A sad but wistful smile curved up the side of her mouth as she cast one last glance at the parents and their young ones. They’ll have fun here. Turning away from them, she headed instead for the thick underbrush of the rainforest. Pushing a leaf the size of an astromech droid out of her way, she slipped between the branches and out of site.  

It was easier to push the Darksaber from her thoughts once the greenery had swallowed her, the air still and heavy with the heat, but fresh and clean and noticeably sweeter than it was closer to the hub’s docking platform. But before she could fully appreciate the comfort of being back in the only place she’d ever called home, a bright flash of light, this one amethyst, cut through her memory, blinding her. Suddenly, Navina recalled the face of the stranger that her family had encountered the night they left Concordia, his eyes calm but dark, the storm inside them contained but present. “Our enemies think that we are enemies.” His deep voice came back to her easily, more clear than it ever had before. “But perhaps more importantly, so do our allies.” The man had handed something small to her mother before passing a larger bundle to her father, and then within seconds he’d vanished.

The purple light flashed sharply in her mind once more, clearing the memory as quickly as it had assaulted her. Navina gasped, doubling over to brace her hands on her knees while she steadied her breathing again. That was… It’s never been that clear before, I… She inhaled shakily, straightening up and removing the hood from her head. Her long black braid tumbled free, smaller blue braids woven throughout it, and she pushed a silvery blue strand back behind her ear. I could never remember what he said, that man but now... She concentrated on his words, trying to etch them into her brain, desperate to find and keep any of the lost pieces of the puzzle she was trying to fit together. 

“Our enemies think that we are enemies.” Speaking the words out loud, she started walking once more, her steps sure and confident despite the twisted roots and thorny vines that poked up from the ground. Navina knew each rock and root of these parts like the back of her hand, no matter how much new growth there was between now and her last visit. Feet finding the route for her, she continued to focus on the memory. He wasn’t...that man, he wasn’t  a Mandalorian. That part seemed clear. But then… She chewed her bottom lip and shifted the strap of her bag, her armor knocking together and hitting her hip as she hopped a fallen massassi trunk. Then who was he? 

Narrowing her eyes, she dug out the pendant that she wore around her neck again, this time pulling it out from under her shawl. Since she was alone it was safe to reveal the ancient symbol without giving herself away. Opening her palm, she stared down at the shiny silver skull, the faceted gem at the heart of the piece shining through the Mythosaur’s carved eyes. Sometimes, when the light reflected off the gem that was encased within her mother’s necklace, it appeared to be a soft purple color. Here, on the forest floor where only small patches of filtered greenish sunlight made it through the canopy, the gem seemed colorless. She sighed, dropping the pendant and letting it bounce against her chest. Who was he, and why am I remembering this now? 

Immediately, the same hopeful flicker in her heart that had woken her from a dream a few nights prior came back, stronger this time.  Maybe it means I’ll see them again… My father and-

“Well look what the loth-cat dragged in.”  

A voice from her left broke her from her wishful thinking. Grabbing for the blaster that was hidden beneath her shawl, she whipped it from the holster strapped to her upper thigh. In one swift spin she pointed her weapon in the direction of the speaker before the familiarity in his tone registered. Wait, it’s-

“Woah, woah, woah there, Nav, take it easy, it’s just-” 

“Firo!” She lowered her weapon, sliding it back into its holster as she sighed heavily. “Are you kriffing crazy? I could have shot you!” 

“So,” Her friend’s green-gold eyes brightened, a smirk pulling his mouth crookedly up the side of one bearded cheek as he ignored her half-sincere outrage. “You didn’t know I was standing here?” He leaned casually against the nearest tree, arms crossed over his chest and one knee bent to rest his boot sole against the bark behind him. 

“That wasn’t smart, Firo.” Navina rolled her eyes and made her way closer as the man fought to hold back his laughter, his long sandy brown hair falling in his face.  

Shaking the strands away from his forehead, he blinked rapidly, each exaggerated bat of his lashes seeming to pump more sarcasm into his words. “You mean I,” he gestured to himself with his thumbs, hands clad in maroon leather fingerless flight gloves, “got the drop on you?” He extended both pointer fingers in her direction then, that same stubborn piece of hair flopping between his eyes again. 

Technically, yes, but I was… distracted. She clicked her tongue and stepped over a boulder, half buried and covered in spongy green moss and bright orange mushrooms. “You need a haircut, Firo, you look like an overgrown bantha.”

“Deflecting, Harsa?” He pushed off from the tree with one foot and shoved his sleeves up his forearms. “Sounds to me like you’re deflecting.”  He’s not gonna let this go. The bandolier that he insisted on wearing, even though it was too loose for his thin frame, fell down his shoulder and he reached across himself to fix it. “It sounds to me, like you don’t want to admit that I-” 

“Oh dank farrik, fine. Yes. Yes, you got the drop on me.” Navina played into his gloating like she knew he wanted her to, lacing her own words with playful sarcasm. “So look out, Bounty Hunters of the Outer Rim, because Firostian Ottabok is going to claim all the highest paying pucks for himself.” 

His grin finally grew too large for his face, and it burst into an open mouthed laugh. “Damn, Nav, it’s good to see you.” Throwing his arms around her, he pulled her into a tight hug and she smiled against his chest. Despite his lanky limbs and bony elbows, Firo’s hold on her was strong and secure. Navina returned it with equal force, sliding her arms under his to wrap them around his body.   

“It’s good to see you too, scoundrel.” She pulled away and shoved that same piece of hair away from Firo’s face with two fingers. “But what are you doing out here? We always meet at the caves.” Her eyebrows came together in concern as she scanned his face for any of his tells. He’s not looking away or scratching his nose, so…  “You didn’t run into any trouble, did you?”  

“Me? In trouble? He blew out a puff of air and waved one hand, fingers spread wide. “Why are you always so quick to assume I’m in trouble?” Navina arched one eyebrow and stared up at him. Do you really want me to- “You know what?” He slung one arm around her shoulder and urged her to start walking again. “Don’t answer that.” She laughed, falling into step with him as they headed toward the cavern’s opening. Yeah, that’s what I thought.    

Navina and Firo had gotten each other into and out of about as much trouble as two outlaws could over the past ten years. If she was keeping track though, she had a strong feeling that the scales would tip slightly more in his direction than hers. There had been the time she convinced a fellow bounty hunter to trade a captured Firo for the three pucks she had on her, and the time she corrected his Twi’leki translation during a deal, diffusing an already heated situation before it could become more volatile. They’d only met in the first place because his ship had crash landed on Yavin 4, and he needed to offload and hide the contraband cargo he was carrying before whoever it was that shot him down found it or him- she was never sure which outcome would have been worse because luckily, neither had happened. She had found him instead.

The network of tunnels and caves deep within the jungle that had kept her family safe for years had also proven to be the perfect place for a smuggler to stash his goods. If Navina hadn’t shown up a few days later for her annual visit, he’d have gone completely undetected, possibly for years. She may have never found him at all. But that’s not how it went. Navina smiled to herself every time she recalled that day. Attacking on instinct, it had taken almost no time at all for her to see that this intruder was no trained fighter. She had him disarmed and pinned with his then hairless cheek pressed to the cool stone wall as she clasped his wrist behind his back in one hand, his blaster in the other. A severely muffled “Um… I can explain everything,” had been the first words he’d ever said to her, and they had set the tone for a friendship that she wouldn’t trade for all the credits that ever passed through Imperial hands. 

“Alright then,” she tilted her chin up to peer at her taller companion. “If you’re not being followed and there’s no trouble to worry about?” She paused, giving him one last chance to come clean. Laughing, he just shook his head. “Why didn’t you stick to the plan? I come to you, that’s how it’s always been.” 

“Yeah,” another burst of laughter pushed past his lips. “Ever since the first time, right?” He reached up with the arm that was still around her shoulders, tugging at her braid. That earned him a quick smack in the gut from the back of her hand, only causing more rumbling chuckles to erupt.

“And you were lucky it was me that found you, bantha brain, and not whoever it was that you ticked off.” Just like I was lucky that Firo found me when… Absently, the hand she’d just hit him with fell to her waist, where beneath her clothing a long jagged scar crossed her body. Before a chill could settle in her bones, Firo’s warm grin poked dimples into his cheeks and  he swiveled his head down to look at her. Why does he look so kriffing happy? She was only slightly suspicious of her friend’s behavior though, his elevated mood and obvious excitement almost contagious. 

The gold flecks that shot through his green eyes shone as his cheeks rose up into them with his smile. “This time I...have something for you.” 

They were nearly there. Navina could see the brighter shafts of light coming through the trees and bushes as they thinned out closer to the cave mouth. “You have something for me?” She scrunched her face up questioningly. “What does that- why couldn’t you just...give it to me when I got there? What’s-”

“Because,” they climbed over a fallen tree in unison, the bottoms of their boots crunching on small gravelly rocks. “You need to see it, and it’s too dark down there.” 

Finally reaching the entrance to their hideaway- to my...my home- Firo stepped away from her and dug something out of the back pocket of his brown pants. Navina slung the bag off her shoulder, setting it down at her feet in a clatter of metal. She watched closely as he brought the leather wrapped object between the two of them. What does he have? 

“I found this two...no, three nights ago. When I first landed.” Squinting, she followed his fingers as they slipped under the flap of leather to uncover her gift. “Don’t know how I found it or why or…” He shook his head, the excitement still in his expression. “But as soon as I got down into the cave, soon as I was ready to settle in for the night? Something caught my eye and-” 

Navina gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as he revealed his surprise. “Firo… is that?” Eyes widening, she let her hand fall away from her lips to reach out for the small blade that he held in his hands. Asking questions was some kind of default setting that her mind had scrambled to out of pure shock. She knew without a shadow of a doubt what she was looking at. That’s a beskar kal… The short dagger’s hexagon-shaped blade glinted dark silver in the light as Firo handed it to her. Her heart thudded heavily against her ribs as her left hand closed around the grip, the fingertips of her right hand tracing the rectangular cut out that ran the length of the small but lethal blade. But these markings… Looking closer, she sucked in another breath. “Firo...this was,” tearing her eyes from the dagger was difficult, but she did so to look up at him. “This belonged to my father.” 

The shriek-hawk symbol that was engraved near the handle alone wouldn’t have identified this particular kal as her father’s. It was the addition of her mother’s clan’s signet, along with the tiny carved lettering that she could actually remember her father etching into the Mandalorian steel. Ina’ika.

“This will be yours one day, it’s only right that your name is added.”  His rich voice echoed in her memory, punctuated by the scratching and clanging of his tools, the little sparks flying from the beskar mesmerizing her. 

“Firo, I,” her eyes fell back to the dagger in her hands. “I never thought I’d see this again.” Twenty-three years. She hadn’t seen her father in Twenty-three years, and while she knew her mother was gone, she had never known for sure what had happened to her father. To my father or… But another thought sliced through, bringing with it a rush of hope that she knew was dangerous but couldn’t stop from flooding her anyway. “Firo, do you think that means… Do you think he was here? Recently?” The two of them had been back to Yavin countless times, and neither of them had ever found the blade. So why now? How? 

“Hey, Nav, I...I dunno about… if your dad was- when the last time he was here was or…”Firo lowered his eyes so that he’d intercept hers. “I know that it belongs with you. And I knew you’d be happy to have it back. That’s all I-” 

She didn’t let him finish though, launching herself at him in another forceful hug and being careful not to carve him up with her father’s dagger. “I know. I know you don’t know if he…” she sighed. I may have lost my family but… She pulled away then, brushing a tear away before she let it fully form. “Thank you, Firo.” 

He smiled, the muscles in his face far more familiar with that formation than any other. “You’re welcome, Nav.” Not letting the moment become more emotional than he knew she’d be comfortable with, he picked up her bag and shouldered it. “Now, come on. We’ve got some...things to discuss.” 

The mischief was back in his voice as Navina secured the kal in the inside pocket of her shawl. “Oh do we? What kind of things, trouble?” 

“Well,” he began as they ducked to enter the cavern. “You said you needed a ship, right?” Navina confirmed, eyeing him with a sideways glance. “Well. Word is that the scraps of Imperial garbage that were stationed on Nevarro left in a big hurry.” Navina grinned, already liking where this was going. “Such a hurry,” Firo continued with a wink, “that they left some of their...equipment behind.”

“What a shame,” she answered. “All those ships just...sitting there with no one to fly them.” 

“We really should do something about it, shouldn’t we?” 

We should. 

Not only would she and Firo both love to steal from the Empire, it would solve her transportation problem, and possibly get her closer to the information she’d been chasing. Whatever had caused the Empire to leave Nevarro in such a rush… Navina was sure that it had something to do with other Mandalorians. 

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