#the young bucks the singular.

[thedivineelite]

as a california girl, can confirm.

#the young bucks #matt jackson #nick jackson #bte #the passion for talking about animal style fries made me DIE #bc why is nick referring to fries as singular

[diazsdimples]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you to everyone who tagged me for Sunday and Tuesday, I've been really struggling with writing lately and it's been extremely disheartening but this morning I had A Singular Bean for Frostpunk AU and milked it for all it's worth! This snippet comes immediately after the Buck and Eddie POVs of being found in the cold. Please enjoy!

He suddenly feels responsible for their wellbeing, and maybe that’s why he refuses to leave the kid’s – Christopher’s – side until the rest of the team arrives, Eli carrying the heavy med kit on his back. “I’ll get the man, Eli check the kid,” Bobby instructs, sinking to his knees beside Buck. “What’s the story with them, Buck?” “I got here just a couple minutes before the guy passed out. Didn’t say his name but his kid is called Christopher. He looked super weak, a-and they’re both freezing.” Bobby and Eli share a look over Buck’s shoulder and Eli gets to work on Christopher, checking his vital signs and most importantly, his temperature. Bobby repeats the same process on the father, while Tommy and Sal rifle through the backpack on the sled, checking for any useful information on where they’d come from. “Found the guy’s papers, Cap,” says Sal, walking towards Bobby with a flimsy leaflet in his hand. “Say’s the guy’s called Edmundo Diaz, from Sector 126. He’s ex-military but his most recent job was in a sawmill, he might be useful.” “We don’t save people based on use, Sal,” Bobby responds, his eyes not leaving Edmundo as he speaks. “He’s damn cold, temp sitting around 90 and his heart rate and respiratory rate are a little more elevated than I’d like. Eli, how’s the kid?” “Looking fairly rough, Bobby, we’re going to have to hustle to get them back in time. His temp is at 91 so he’ll be looking at pretty severe hypothermia if we don’t warm him up soon.” Bobby sucks air through his teeth, clearly thinking hard. “We’re a good 16 hours out from the city, 17 or 18 with these two and their gear. Think they’ve got it in them to make it that long?” Eli makes a face. “I really don’t know, Cap. The kid, maybe, but the guy’s temp is a little too low for my liking. Maybe if we warmed them up a little, they’d have a better chance. Did Maddie say anything about being able get the snowmobile team out here?” Buck perks up at the mention of the snowmobiles. The team was sent out a day before Buck’s team was, off on a search for supplies a few hundred miles away but were always on call in case a rescue was needed. Getting them to help would cut their travel time almost in half, giving Christopher and Edmundo the precious hours needed to save their lives. “I- I could ride one back with the kid, if they didn’t want to spare a man, Bobby?” he asks hopefully. Sal snorts from his position by the sled. Buck’s love for the snowmobiles is no secret and Bobby’s spent many a mission patiently explaining why it wouldn’t be safe or necessary and otherwise spoiling Buck’s fun. However, this situation calls for haste and Buck is nothing if not an – ah – efficient driver. Bobby looks thoughtful, before standing up and brushing the snow off his pants. “I’ll give dispatch a call and see if she can reroute them to us,” he says, continuing quickly as he watches Buck light up, “but I will be driving. You need to look after the kid, okay?” Buck deflates a little, but something in him stirs as he turns to look at the little figure in the snow next to him. He’s so young, probably no older than 7, and Buck’s heart breaks for him. He’s too young to be experiencing the hardships of the Winter, too innocent to have to watch his father weaken as they journey to a safer home. It’s like a small fire has been kindled in the pit of Buck’s belly as he shuffles closer to the boy and snakes an arm under his neck and the other under his legs, pulling his tiny frame up so he’s in Buck’s lap. Buck is going to protect this boy with his life.

No pressure tagging @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @tizniz @watchyourbuck @wikiangela @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @pirrusstuff @cal-daisies-and-briars @kitteneddiediaz @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @rainbow-nerdss @wildlife4life @puppyboybuckley @smilingbuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @bucksbackwardcap @fortheloveofbuddie @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @buckbuckgoose @exhuastedpigeon @housewifebuck @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @elvensorceress @babytrapperdiaz @ci5mates @hermscat (let me know if you want to be added or removed from this)

#brain not braining #write not writing #hell the what happening #ANYWAYS it's all uphill from here chaps #frostpunk au #911 buddie #buddie #eddie diaz #911 abc #evan buckley #911 fanfic #911verse #911 #eddie x buck

[ofallthingsnasty]

From the yandere alphabet, could you possibly do F, H, J, or N for Blue? Him and Bill are my favs :)

Yandere alphabet

Of course 💕 Blue is from this fic and my not-so-little beefy merman, you can find more yandere Blue here and here. For everything Blue, browse my OC: Blue tag.

tw. yandere, noncon, oviposition, f!reader, minors dni

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Hurt, betrayal, disbelief, anger, annoyance - Blue feels a lot of things at once. But the only emotion that he will show is anger. Of course, he knows that what he is doing isn't sane, isn't consensual - he isn't delusional - but he thinks he is acting for both his and your own good when he takes you for himself. Blue is a lot older than you (which is only natural, considering that merfolk live longer than humans do and mature slower) and he sometimes gets a little cocky, a little condescending. To him, you're still so young and immature - especially when you tell him (fully aware that his last fertile seasons are approaching) that you want to put off having kids for another few years. He takes you out a sense of entitlement and hurt that you're suddenly 'breaking your promise', coupled with the 'I-know-best' attitude I mentioned above - so how does a boyfriend-turned-captor react when the love of his life is fighting back? It's definitely going to be a pile of negative emotions. When you dare to buck under his grip, to wiggle away from him or even try to hurt him - he'll go through a million thoughts in one second. But his pride is too grand to show you that it makes him sad, deep, deep down - the only thing that you will reap is acid, in hopes that it might deter you from acting out again. He can fix your relationship later, he thinks. Because you're more likely to see that he was right all along with a fat-cheeked baby on your arm. Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? I'd say that depends on you - as in, what would be worse for you? He isn't violet, but he is going to force himself on you so you can carry his eggs. He isn't going to isolate you forever, but he will definitely keep you from anyone and anything until your babies are a little older. So, what is worse? To get violated by your partner of more than a decade or to be all on your own because he thinks it's what is best for you? Which can you stomach better? That one singular traumatic event or the grueling years of isolation and solitude? Both are harrowing in their own right, though the latter might not be defined as a 'single experience'.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Oh, Blue gets jealous pretty easily, even as his 'canon' self. Your worlds are so different - he can't follow you to land, only has you when you're at sea with him - and, as many men with big, great egos do, he has that little nagging voice in his head that tells him that you might just fall for another human because it's easier, more familiar. I didn't mention in 'at home', but you wear his bite on your neck for that very reason. He's trying to tell any potential suitor to back off. He's a biter in general, obsessed with leaving marks all over, to make it clear that you're taken. So when he gets jealous? It might just be the straw that breaks the camel's back. You tell him you need more time before having kids and he can smell some other man on you? That doesn't bode well for you. Trust me.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Never physically, that's for sure. He will give you the cold shoulder, will ignore you, will get loud and desperate - but he won't ever hit you. Really, in his eyes he isn't even punishing you. He thinks that you're still in a relationship, even when he forced his eggs into you, thinks that he simply had to force you to see what's important. He thinks you're just arguing like couples do, that he's simply voicing his anger and frustrations. (The fact that there is now a considerable power balance between you is ignored by him.) So why would he hit you? He isn't like that, he loves you, don't you see?

#yandere teratophilia #merman x reader #monster x reader #terato #OC: Blue #tw.yandere #tw.noncon #tw.oviposition

[chiefdirector]

Sleep | Bobby Nash | 9-1-1

No. 2: Insomnia

Maybe it was all too much, or maybe he just wasn't enough. It could've been a manner of a hundred-million things, but every thought all came to one conclusion: it was all his fault. He had been through this before, but he didn't know how he could cope this time around.

He had lost his family before but he had a bottle of booze to indulge himself with as he forgot the world around him. He didn't have that anymore. Bobby never thought he would miss that part of his life but here he was, craving the amnesia only a bottle of Jameson could provide.

Moving to California had been hard, but his team at the 118 had made it easy. The regret of his actions had plagued him, and continued to do so, but loving these people, and subsequently being loved by them has made it easier. But despite all of his objections to the suggestion, Bobby had found a soft spot for Buck; he took the young man in and helped him mold himself to be the man he had grown up to be. Buck was the closest thing Bobby would ever get to a father-son relationship again, but God did he wish the treasured it more.

Bobby had seen Buck in a hospital bed a countless amoutn of times, but this time was different. This time Buck has a series of wires and tubes running in and out of his body. Some were providing pain relief, other blood, or nutritions. The one Bobby hated the most was the one that breathed for him. He hated that Buck couldnt breathe himself and needed some machine to do it for him, and he hated it that it was under his watch did this happen.

Deep down, Bobby knew that he couldn't control the weather, and he was sure as Hell that he couldn't have predicted that lightning would strike buck down from that ladder. But still, it was under his watch, command, and guidance that he went up that ladder. It was still his fault that he went up. It was his fault that Buck had to be rescued, and resuscitated, and revived.

It was all his fault and he didn't know if he could live with himself if he lost Buck also.

Days passed, the sun rose, and set, and rose once again. Nurses and doctors changed shifts, people came to see Buck and they left once again. The only constants were the pulsing of the heart rate monitor and Bobby himself. It all blended and blurred with each other, so much so that the sound of his phone pinging jolted him to attention.

Clicking the phone to life, he saw a singular message on his home screen from Athena.

Are you okay? Have you slept, it's late.

Bobby looked up and out the window, sure enough the sun had set once again. He then looked down to the date on his phone. Thursday. Time had passed a lot quicker than he had expected, but then again he wasn't very aware of much lately. As quickly as he could, he shot back a reply.

I haven’t slept in days, I don't think I can right now

At this, he switched his phone to silent and slid it into his pocket. he could argue about his self destructive tendencies with Athena another time. Right now he wanted to pour all of attention into Buck, just in case he woke up. Just in case.

Masterlist | Whumptober Masterlist

@ailesswhumptober

#bobby nash imagine #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #bathena #911 imagine #ailesswhumptober2023 #chiefdirector

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

HELLO <3 Thank you thank you to the lovely @callaplums for the tag. I am very excited to share a goofy little snippet from my upcoming chapter of Things We're All Too Young to Know - set between FOMO and Mayday.

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So, here’s the thing. 

Eddie’s definitely not gay. 

He’s been sitting with it for a few days - thinking it over like an old dryer that can’t quite get the job done, so you have to keep adding time - and he has come to that conclusion. Eddie isn’t gay. He’s just somebody that has, on two singular occasions, found himself into guys.

Saying he’s into Buck is probably an understatement. That has also been made immaculately clear during this overthinking process. He thinks, as quietly as possible to avoid the revelation ever leaving the deep recesses of his brain, that he might have accidentally fallen deeply in love with Buck at some point. 

Which is stupid.

Because Buck is, like, notoriously straight. 

And Eddie isn’t even gay. Not really. Just, like, a little teensy bit of something. Like, if his sexuality was a paint hex code, it would be something just a little bit off-white with a name like French Linen or Seashell. 

So here’s what he’s going to do with this new information.

Legitimately, nothing for now.

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If it's not clear from everything I've ever written, I head canon Eddie as gay.

Tagging @pantsaretherealheroes my beloved, because you know I want all your snippets forever.

#tease tidbit tuesday #911 fanfic #911 #911 fic #buddie 911 #daisies and briars writes #things we're all too young to know fic #eddie x buck #buddie fanfic #eddie diaz

[tommykinrd]

shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, tag 10 people

tagged by the lovely @moirainesedai, ty beloved!! <3

my love - leigh-anne (feat. arya star)

move it or lose it - the home team

language - boys like girls

like a villain - bad omens

another night alone with you - the home team (feat. yvette young)

lightning in a bottle - the summer set

do it all over - cheat codes, marc e. bassy

fake as hell - all time low, avril lavigne

the death of peace of mind - bad omens

love drunk - boys like girls

tagging @eddiediaaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @buck-eddie @tawaifeddiediaz @laurabenanti @disasterdiaz @queerbuck @singularities @negansmiith @falsekahanfidence @rewritetheending and anyone else who wants to do this!

#love these tag games!! #music #*games

[mywifeleftme]

260: Buddy Holly // Greatest Hits

Greatest Hits Buddy Holly 1967, Coral

As with following any artist who died young, being a Buddy Holly fan is like doing one of those connect-the-dots drawings where they give you part of the image and you fill in the rest as a wireframe. There isn’t a shortage of material exactly—he’d released 50 or so songs by the time he died in February of 1959, and recorded enough that “new” Buddy Holly records ensured he was a regular presence on store shelves well into the late ‘60s. But his literal absence gives all these assorted cash-in repackagings a fanfictional quality, exercises in instant nostalgia. As a fan, you can choose between seemingly half-a-dozen sensationally overdubbed versions of a song like “What to Do,” each based on a hushed demo he’d recorded on an acoustic guitar in his apartment; you can even decide that that set of demos, which are admittedly exquisite, represent the “true” Buddy, even though the singles he signed off on in his lifetime often had plenty of bells and whistles.

The fact is, we can never know where Holly might’ve gone as an artist, no matter how assiduously we sift through the pile of variously-incompleted sketches he left behind. Grim, unromantic precedent suggests we lost out on perhaps three to four years of his prime. Among the early prodigies of rock ‘n’ roll, none had a run of greatness much longer than six or seven: not trailblazers Berry or Little Richard, not the King, not even a singular songwriting genius like Orbison. Most of them rarely even managed a memorable single once they’d moved past their primes, let alone albums (with all due respect to the Everlys’ Roots and Bo Diddley’s The Black Gladiator). Perhaps something in the effort of instantiating a brand-new genre burns an artist out more than the work of refining one with an established foundation. Regardless, the shapes of these primordial figures in rock and roll are detectable again and again throughout the music’s history; for a rock fan, discovering the recordings of a Buddy Holly is one of those Rosetta stones that helps translate and connect so many of the currents you’ve followed in your own listening journey. He’s dissolved into the body and blood of rock like some bespectacled divine sacrifice.

But before he was dissolute, he was his body of songs. I don’t own either The “Chirping” Crickets or Buddy Holly, though both are great records and contain a good number of his classic songs. I also don’t own any of the more comprehensive retrospectives (of which 1979’s six-LP The Complete Buddy Holly is probably still definitive) either. I’ve just got this basic as mish Greatest Hits from 1967 and… that’s absolutely fine! It’s well-sequenced, has no bad songs, hits a lot of the absolute peaks, and even includes my preferred overdub of “What to Do.” It necessarily lacks many of his essentials, but in terms of single LPs you can find for like $1 in the year of our lord 2024, the list of records with more bang for your buck is short indeed. If Holly’s yet to hit for you, the hoopla can admittedly be a little perplexing, but take it from me: if you’re wired for rock music, you’ll get it one day.

260/365

#buddy holly #'50s music #early rock #rock n roll #dead rock stars #overdubbing #music reviews #vinyl record

[cherrycola27]

IF I DIDN'T HAVE YOU: A SIREN'S SONG EPILOGUE

Paring: Rooster x OC Captain Harper Ann "Siren" Mitchell-Bradshaw

Warnings: Cursing, Allusions to Smut, PTSD, Anxiety/ Panic Attack. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N This drabble was inspired by the Thompson Square song "If I Didn't Have You"

Phoenix ran through the corridors to catch up with her group of friends. Several members of the Dagger Squad were on their way to check out the new group of recruits who they would be training later this week. "Bob hurry up!" She called behind to her WSO who was trying to keep up with her while carrying an armful of snacks. "I'm going as fast as I can!" He called.

"Did we miss it?" Phoenix panted when she finally caught up to Rooster, Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote. "No they just got here and Mav is about to introduce her." Hangman said wrapping an arm around his wife and kissing the top of her head.

"Did we miss it?" Bob repeated when he came in moments earlier. "No Bob we made it just in time." Phoenix replied grabbing some chips from him. "Sorry we were late, I had to get snack because this is always so entertaining." Bob said passing out snacks to the group as they all took seats at the back of the airplane hanger.

"So Bradshaw, only makes sense you start off the pool since we are betting on your wife." Hangman said turning to Rooster. "So whats the wager."

"I saw this group at the Hard Deck last night and at least half of them seemed cockier than you Hangman... so I'm going to say 50 bucks that she puts at least on of them in their place by the end of the day." Rooster said confidently. "Hmmm I don't know if it will be today I'm going to say 50 bucks and she loses it on them by day three." Coyote countered. One by one the members of the groups decided if they were team Rooster or team Coyote.

When it came to new recruits, it wasn't a matter of if Siren would blow up on them, but when. Inevitably one of them would put together that Siren was Maverick's daughter, Rooster's wife, and Ice's goddaughter which would lead to the snarky comments about where she was in her career. And that led to her ripping them a new one and in rare cases, leaving them in tears.

"Everyone, please say hello to your head instructor Captain Harper Mitchell-Bradshaw... Call Sign: Siren" Maverick finished as Harper stepped up to the podium.

"Greetings Aviators" Harper said smiling "Welcome to Top Gun. As Admiral Mitchell stated I will be your head instructor but you will have several others over the next 13 weeks. Each one of them has amazing skills and will teach you a lot. I know, because I have flown with them. When you are with me, you will be learning advanced dogfighting maneuvers. There will be times when your other instructors will assist me. And if I can convince him, you might be able to see Admiral Maverick Mitchell in the sky." Harper finished.

"Now before we begin, does anyone have any questions." Harper stated walking around the podium and leaning on it. A singular hand raised.

"Yes Lieutenant...." Siren began "McSwain" the man finished for her "But you can call me Thunder, princess" he winked.

"Ohhhh looks like I'm about to make some money" Rooster whispered to the group at the back of the room. "Now hold your horses... she might play it cool he might have some sense about him." Hangman replied

"Lt. McSwain.... I would like to kindly remind you that the next time you address me it is either: Ma'am, Siren, or Captain Mitchell-Bradshaw." Siren said smiling at the young Lieutenant.

"Yes Ma'am. My apologies." He grinned back slyly. "But back to my question. Your name. 'Mitchell-Bradshaw' is that a coincidence or are you related to the Admiral and/or Captain Rooster Bradshaw." Thunder asked.

"Well if you must know, yes I am related to both. Maverick is my father and Rooster is my husband." Siren replied without missing a beat. "Now if there are any other questions that do not involve my personal life you may ask them. If not, let's move on. She finished trying to keep her cool. Siren knew Thunders type. He was like a younger version of Hangman. There was always one in every group.

"One more question Captain." Thunder stated. "Yes Lt. McSwain... Harper said praying this conversation wasn't going where she thought it was... she just wanted to get this trainees in the sky.

"Who helped you get this position of head instructor, Daddy Admiral or Captain Hubby?" He asked laughing with a shit eating grin on his face. A few of the other students snickered, but most of them stayed quiet.

"Lt. McSwain... if you must know the answer is neither." Harper walked up to his desk and leaned in closely. "Ohhh this is gonna be good" Fanboy whispered trying not to laugh

"Obviously you didn't pay attention when Maverick was introducing me but incase you didn't know... I was number one in my Top Gun class... beating my husband actually... have five confirmed in air kills which makes me the only Active Duty Ace and one of two Aces in the last 50 years... the other being my father. Do you have any kills? No you don't I read your file. I was one of the youngest people in the Navy to earn the title of Captain. So the only person who helped me get this position is myself. I earned this spot." She looked at the now stunned Lieutenant in the eyes. "And even though you talk a big game...much like your Call Sign all it is, is a bunch of noise." She finished turning around.

"And just an FYI lieutenant, she out ranks me! I married up!" Rooster yelled from the back of the room. Harper looked up from the podium to see her friends at the back of the hanger no doubt some of them just lost money to the rest. She locked eyes with her husband who shot her a wink. She then felt her phone buzz in her pocket.

"Well, now that's settled everyone go suit up. We are in the air for dogfights in 30. Dismissed." Siren instructed. While everyone filed out of the room, Harper checked her phone. There was a new text message from Rooster

"🐓 Hubby: Our office. Meet me there in five ;)"

Harper knew exactly what that message meant. Smiling to herself, she gathered her things and headed to the office.

Moments later Siren quickly padded her way down the hall to the office she and her husband shared. When she reached the end of the corridor she turned the knob and darted in. She quickly locked the door and drew the curtain. Before she could turn around her husband's hands were on her waist and his lips where on her neck.

He pulled her flush against him. Harper could feel his hardness pressing against her. "Do you know just how fucking hot it is when you tear those idiots a new one?" Rooster muttered against her skin as he placed hot open mouthed kisses against her neck.

"Just does something to me baby... love seeing you take charge like that." He groaned as he worked the zipper of her flight suit down. Siren twist around to face her husband. She cupped his length through his flight suit Bradley hissed at the contact. "We only have a few minutes before someone will start to wonder where I'm at." Siren reminded him.

"Guess we'll just have to be quick then." Rooster stated as he bent her over his desk.

Twenty minutes later Siren was checking over herself in the locker room mirror. After their morning quickie, Harper realized she had to fix her hair. Rooster always loved to pull it when he took her from behind... not that she was complaining in the moment, but after the fact she hated having to put it back into the Navy bun she had to wear.

She grabbed her things and shut her locker. She quickly made her way to her plane to get ready for dog fights. The recruits who weren't flying were in the briefing room along with the other members of the Dagger Squad listening in. Just like her father before her, Siren put a wager on the flights. First to get shot down owes 200 push-ups and in all her time teaching at Top Gun, she still hadn't done a single one.

After a few hours of flying and push-ups done by all of the new pilots, Harper dismissed them for the day and told them to be ready for more flights tomorrow with other instructors and she would see them in a few days to see if they had learned anything new.

After everyone had left, she and Rooster hopped in her Durango to get pick up their kids from Grammy P. Rooster insisted on driving even though he would rather be in his Bronco. "Remind me again why we can't drive my car?" He asked as he adjusted the drivers seat back. "Because your Bronco wasn't exactly designed for a car seat and a boostet seat" Harper replied buckling her belt.

"I guess you're right" he sighed "While I love my car it probably isn't the best for the kids to ride in right now, but when they get bigger... we are going to drive it all the time!" He told her as they headed to Penny and Maverick's house.

"Knock knock" Harper called as she entered her parents house. "Anyone home?" Rooster called behind her. The patter of small feet sounded across the hardwood floors as the Bradshaw children ran through the home.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Five year old Goose and two year old Cara cheered as they lept into their parents arms. Harper and Rooster peppered their children's faces with kisses. "Stop daddy... it tickles" Cara said pushing her father's face and mustache away from her. "Cara, the tickles is the best part silly." Goose told his sister while giving his mother a big hug.

Penny came into the living room moments later. "Hope they didn't give you too much trouble today Mom." Harper stated shifting her son to her hip as she hugged her mother. "The never do. I love my grand babies." Penny replied. "They certainly love you too." Rooster replied as his children giggled.

Moments later the family heard the kitchen door shut and footsteps enter. "Hello! Anyone here?" A familiar voice called out. "Grandpa Mav!" Both children squealed as they wriggled free of their parents grasps to see him.

"There's my favorite little co-pilots" Maverick cooed as he picked up both Goose and Cara. "Missed you two today."

"We missed you today too Grandpa Mav, and Mommy and Daddy. But we had so much fun with Grammy P." Goose informed them. "Well I am so glad you had fun." Maverick told his grandson.

"Alright kiddos, time to head home... its pizza night!" Rooster stated as he tried to wrangle his children. "Pizza is my favowite!" Cara smiled taking her father's hand as they made their way to the car.

"Thanks again for watching them mom. Love you!" Harper called as she made her way to the car.

Though it was a short drive home, both children fell asleep tired after a fun day with their Grammy. The Bradshaws sat in the driveway savoring the moment. "I love this. I love our life, our little family. I can't imagine anything else." Rooster stated breaking the silence grabbing his wife's hand. "Me too baby me too." Harper replied. "Now let's get his guys in and fed before they turn into gremlins" Harper laughed as the family made their way in.

12 weeks later

"Bradley!" Harper called from their shared bathroom.

"Yes dear?" He asked poking his head in and raising his eyebrow. "Can you please come help me zip my dress? I can't get it and if we don't leave soon we will be late for the Top Gun graduation gala and it wouldn't look good if the head instructor and presenter of the Top Gun trophy was late!" Harper signed frustrated. "I swear this dress fit perfectly a few weeks ago when I picked it out!" Harper stated throwing up her hands.

"Don't worry baby I got you." Rooster kissed her shoulder as he tugged her zipper up. "There... perfect." He smiled behind her. "I'm going to go start the car meet you down there in 5!" He said turning on his heels and leaving.

Harper grabbed the remaining things she needed and placed them in her clutch. As she turned to leave a wave of nausea came over her. She quickly pushed it down. It was just nerves she told herself. She had to give a speech and she hated public speaking a perfectly logical explanation.

The gala and ceremony went surprisingly well. Harper was over the moon to present the Top Gun Trophy to Gypsy, one of the four female aviators in her class this year. Everyone was enjoying the night. They ate, the drank, they danced. Well everyone except for Harper ate, drank, and danced. After dinner she was doubled over in the restroom trying to catch her breath after she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

She grabbed her phone and typed out a quick text to her husband explaining that she was sick and would meet him at the car. Minutes later she and Rooster were heading home. "B, can we stop at this pharmacy, I want to get some meds so I can feel better." Harper asked. "Of course honey. Want me to go in for you?" He asked his voice dripping with concern for his wife.

"No baby I will be quick." Siren replied giving him a quick peck on the cheek before exiting the vehicle. She quickly made her way into the pharmacy. She grabbed some medication for nausea and then quickly made her way to the family planning aisle.

She looked at the row of pregnancy test before her. Normally Harper wouldn't have entertained the idea of being pregnant again... she and Rooster both expressed that they wanted two kids... which they had, but they were a married couple, a happily married couple, who had sex, quite a bit of sex actually, but in the two years since Caroline had been born, Harper had never been late and when she was finishing up to go to the gala she realized there were some leftover tampons in her clutch from the last time she had used it.

She took them out not thinking, but on the drive there she realized it had been a minute since she had her period, so she check her cycle tracking app and realized she was late... very late... twelve weeks late to be exact. She was pulled out of her thoughts by the chime of her phone

Hubby 🐓: Everthing okay? Need me to come in?

Harper: No, just finishing up!

She quickly typed out a reply grabbed a few tests and went to checkout

The moment the couple got home Harper bolted up the stairs and ran into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her for good measure. She definitely did not want Bradley walking in on her while she was taking a pregnancy test. She ripped the package open and quickly got to work. She didn't bother with the directions, she had two kids she knew how this worked. Open the test, pee on the stick, wait. She did take two just to be safe. The odd of one false positive were there but two... not possible.

Three minutes late there were two big blue plus signs looking back at her. "Shit" she whispered just as she heard a small knock on the door.

"Babe... you okay in there" Rooster called through the door. "I'm fine honey just going to take off my makeup and brush my teeth. I'll be out for bed soon!" She called back through the door.

Harper quickly stashed the tests and evidence away, scrubbed her face and her teeth before cuddling up with her husband. Her mind raced as she heard him gently snore in his sleep. She had to get to the infirmary first thing in the morning. Then she had to tell her father of all people that while she could instruct from the ground in a few weeks she most definitely could not be in the air.

Then she thought about how she had been flying almost everyday these past few weeks and she had consumed some alcohol, hell she had even had sushi... all things pregnant women shouldn't do.

She ran her hands over her face and attempted to sleep

"Well Captain, it looks like you are about 12 weeks just like you thought." Dr. Caudill told her as she finished up her ultrasound. "Looks like someone got busy the first week those new Top Gun recruits came in" Dr. Caudill laughed wagging her eyebrows. "Sharon! It's not funny!" Harper shrieked at her friend.

"It's a little funny" Sharon replied. "Did everything look okay? I mean is the baby fine? Because I flew, I drank, I had sushi, I FLEW!" Harper asked panicking. "Everything looks good. The baby is fine and healthy." Sharon reassured her.

"Ugh.... how do I tell my dad... how do I tell Bradley!" Harper flopped back on the exam table. "That I can't help you with, but I know both of those men in your life are very supportive of you, and Rooster loves being a father more than he loves flying planes. So, and I can even believe I'm about to quote your dad on this 'Don't think, just do." Dr. Caudill told Siren before she exited her office.

Sharon was right, so Siren marched down to her father's office. "Dad," she called as she came in. "Hey pumpkin! Didn't expect you to visit me today!" Maverick smiled getting up to hug her.

"Yeah me neither... but there's something I need to let you know." Harper began. "Next week, when the new class of recruits come in... I... I can teach on the ground but I can't fly." She whispered. "Why not honey? What's wrong?" Maverick asked looking at her with concern.

"Well, I'm pregnant dad." Harper stated. Maverick looked at her blankly for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "Aw honey! Thats amazing news, I didn't know you and Bradley were trying for a third... though I really just try to ignore the fact that you have sex." Maverick laughed.

"We really weren't trying... it just kind of accidentally happened. And you can't tell him because I haven't told him. I just knew I had to tell you because you are technically my commanding officer." Harper babbled.

"Of course. You tell him when you are ready in the mean time, no flying... got it. Well honey I have a meeting to get to." Maverick gave his daughter a kiss on the head and left his office.

Harper sighed and walked out of her father's office. She made her way back to her car to begin the long drive home. Thankfully she and Rooster both had the day off and Goose and Cara were with Penny at the beach today. She knew she had to tell him... she obviously couldn't keep it from him. She decided she would just rip the bandage off. He was excited the first two times... surely this wouldn't be any different... right?

Harper opened the door and found Rooster sitting in the kitchen eat lunch. "Hey baby. I just made some food if you're hungry." Rooster greeted as she came through the door. "Thanks honey... but I'm not hungry... there's actually... I... I need to talk to you about something B." Harper said sitting down next to him.

Rooster took note of the tremor in Harper's voice. He set his phone down and pushed is plate away. He grabbed his wife's hands. "Harps, what's going on?." He asked.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush B or sugar coat anything. Do you remember our little romp in our office at the beginning of the last Top Gun class..." She trailed off. "Of course I do baby... how could I forget..." Rooster mumbled kissing her knuckles.

"Well... turns out that quickie had some unexpected outcomes..." She continued. Rooster sat there looking confused.

"I'm pregnant Bradley. Twelve weeks. I took a test last night when we got back from the gala and Sharon confirmed it this morning. I know we said two kids where enough for us, but you're such a great dad Roos, and I love our family and I think this will be a great new adventure for us. Goose is such a good big brother and Cara will be so excited to be a big sister and we are great parents, and the house is big enough and we don't have to worry about moving around anymore since we teach at Top Gun... we are going to be fine right?" Harper finished her speech looking at her husband.

Rooster sat there with a blank expression on his face. She could tell he was trying to take everything in she had just said. "B, say something" Harper asked reaching for his hand. Bradley wordlessly pulled his hand away from her and stood up. He walked over to the kitchen island and put his hands on it. Rooster let out the breath he had been holding.

Harper walked over to him and tried to hug him. "Don't touch me." He said pushing off of her "B, are you... are you mad at me?" Harper asked as tears brimmed in her eyes.

"Bradley you have to talk to me. Tell me what you are thinking. I mean. I know it's a lot, but we are in a good place. We can do this. I know it's unexpected and we didn't plan it, but everything is going to be okay." Harper tried to reassure him.

"Unexpected is when you get a flat tire, unexpected is when you hit traffic on your way to work. Hell... unexpected is having to eject from an F-18!" Rooster raised his voice with every statement. "This is not unexpected, this is... is... is... a major fuck up... a horrible accident... I mean I know we didn't technically plan Goose and Cara but we knew we wanted two kids. We didn't talk about a third... we never discussed a third I mean... Jesus Harper, I can't even with you right now!" Rooster yelled pacing around the kitchen.

"You can't even with me? In case you didn't know Roos, you had to be there for this to happen just FYI" Harper shouted back. "And how dare you call this baby a fuck up, a horrible accident. Did you think that about our other kids? Is that the first thought you had the other two times I told you I was pregnant? Hmm?!" She screamed at him. Tears were running down her face... damn hormones.

"Harper, you know that's not true, it's just a lot... I need some time to process this. I just need some space." Rooster softened "Well take all the space you fucking need Bradshaw... time to process... thats bullshit." Harper yelled she was getting angrier.

"Harper I'm sorry it's just a lot okay... you can't just spring shit like this on me. I mean a baby is a lot. That's like a a huge bomb to just drop on me. Excuse me for not just going with it like it's just another normal fucking Friday. I mean give me a break. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don't want a third kid? Did you ever consider how I would feel?" He shouted at her.

"Your feelings? What you want? Really? I mean it's a lot for me too Bradley, but it never once crossed my mind to not want this baby. But you... you don't want this baby... Jesus you don't want this baby do you Bradley?! Oh my God I can't even with you! I understand this is a lot but I figured we would be there for each other but I guess I was wrong!" Harper was so mad she couldn't see straight.

"Harps, I'm sorry baby look..." Rooster tried to apologize. "Get away from me. I don't want you anywhere near me right now Bradley Alexander Bradshaw." Harper threatened her voice low.

"Fine... fine... I'm leaving." Rooster stated throwing his hands up in defeat. With that he grabbed his keys and left. Harper ran upstairs and flung herself on the bed. She quickly texted Penny to ask if she could keep this kids overnight. After she sent the message Harper lost the last ounce of self control she had and sobbed.

At some point Harper had cried herself into a fitful sleep. She hadn't had nightmares about her accident in along time. She had so much good in her life she didn't have to focus on the bad, but this fight with Bradley, the thought that he didn't want this child, it triggered her. Suddenly she was 26 and taking fire again. Her plane was crashing to the ground and she was laying on the forest floor broken and bleeding. Only the dream was different this time. Instead of search and rescue it was Bradley standing over her.

"B, help me please. I need you" She called out in her dream reaching for him. Only he wasn't helping her. He didn't reach out for her, he didn't rescue her. He left her.

"Bradley, wait... help me... please. You promised me. You promised me." She cried out reaching for him... begging him to come back but he didn't he walked away and left her for dead. "Bradley... no... no... please... come back." She sobbed.

"Harper....honey... wake up... Harper." Rooster shook his wife trying to wake her from the obvious nightmare she was having. Harper gasped as she woke up from her nightmare. She grabbed the knife that she kept in her bedside table. She had always kept it there for fear of someone breaking in when Rooster still had to deploy early in their marriage. Her eyes were wild and her breathing was heavy. She was covered in a cold sweat and tears threatened to fall. She looked around the room scanning for possible threats. Her grip on the handle of her blade was so tight her knuckles were white.

Rooster stepped away from her. He had only seen her like this a handful of times before. The last was a few weeks after Baby Nick was born. He knew when she woke up from a night terror like this he had to talk her off the ledge.

"Harper, honey... it's me... it's Bradley" he whispered trying to calm her. "You're okay, you're safe. The kids are safe everything is fine." He called slowly approaching her. "Baby, you're home. Nothing can hurt you here. Give me the knife baby. I'm not going to hurt you. Just take a deep breath and hand it to me." Rooster stated holding out his hand for her to place the weapon in it.

Harper blinked a few times before registering that Bradley was in front of her. She looked at him and then to the blade in her hand. It finally clicked in her brain what was happening. She quickly dropped it into Roosters hand and began to sob. Rooster placed the item on the dresser and went to wrap her in his arms.

"Baby... I'm so sorry. I know this is my fault. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn't have said those things. I love you, I love our kids... all three of them. I said some awful things and I'm so, so sorry Harper. I will always want you, and I could never not want a baby that we made. Please forgive me." He whispered pressing kisses against her hair.

"You mean that... really?" Harper asked in an almost childlike voice.

"Of course I mean it. When I left I took a drive and I remembered something my mom told me. I think I was about 17 and she told me 'Bradley, you may not believe me, but you are going to marry Harper Mitchell one day. The way you two look at each other is the same way your father and I used too. You are never going to find a woman to put up with you like she does. And once you finally settle down with her, don't ever let her go, because if you do I swear I will come back and haunt you!'" They both laughed at the statement.

"It's true Harper, there is no one else in this world who would put up with me. We've been through so much together... you're it for me Harper... I don't know what I would do without you baby. I need you by my side like I need to breathe." Rooster spoke truthfully.

"I'm sorry I freaked out on you earlier today. I was just so overwhelmed... and... I was scared... scared I wouldn't be enough for you or for our family. I was scared so I lashed out on you and I never should have, and I promise to support you through this pregnancy just like the others." He kissed her again and pulled her close to his chest.

"I know our life can be crazy, but as long as we have each other we will be okay." Rooster said as he and Harper sat on their bed.

"So three kids... they are officially going to out number us." Rooster said breaking the silence. Harper laughed as she settled against him. " I know... I just hope it's a girl because I don't know if I can handle three Bradshaw men in my life!"

"And you think I could handle three Bradshaw women any better?" Rooster asks.

"Whatever we have, I know that as long as you are with me, we are going to make it. No matter how crazy life gets, as long as you are my wingman B, I know everything will be just fine."

"I love you Bradley Bradshaw."

"I love you too Harper Bradshaw."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

Ahhh babes. I love Harper and Rooster too much to leave them alone! I might have a couple more fics that fit in this universe and I have a few other things in the works! Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!

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#top gun maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster smut #rooster top gun #rooster x oc #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc

[fasttube]

The Literacy of Lyricism: For Swifties

I stand by my seat at The Eras Tour and eagerly await the arrival of one of my favorite artists as the clock on the screen counts down. The screams around me reach an unimaginable volume as we all hear “It’s been a long time coming.” I look out at the crowd and see so many faces. Almost every single one was screaming or crying, some were doing both. This singular person who was coming up on stage had created a mass fanbase of people who would cheer for her through thick and thin. In fact, Taylor Swift has created more than just a fanbase, she’s made a community. Communities can be defined simply as a group of people whose interactions create some kind of unity and commonality (Prior 26). However, the Swiftie community goes further than this by becoming a discourse community. It’s a discourse community through which people engage with each other on topics relating to Taylor. Where they have online chatrooms and in-person events to discuss and share their thoughts on Taylor and her music. Where dozens of fanfictions, parodies, blog posts, and even full-length college courses are created to spread the “word” of Blondie, a term of endearment by fans for Taylor. I make it sound like a cult, and although some people take it seriously enough to call it a religion, it’s just an accepting community that shares the goal of appreciating and sharing the music of Taylor Swift (Swales 12). Because of all these things, I find it fitting to define the Swiftie fanbase as a discourse community, according to John Swales's definition. The main mechanism through which Swifties appreciate and share Taylor’s music is through her lyrics. These lyrics enable Swifties to pursue writing and advocacy in some of the contexts that Taylor writes about. Through Taylor Swift’s lyricism, the literacy of Swifties is uplifted and encouraged in the contexts of emotional expression, feminism, and insecurity.

Writing and literacy can take many forms. It can be in the form of poetry, screenplays, non-fiction books, Tumblr blogs, or lyrics, among many others. Lyricism, especially, is one of the most popular ways that literacy can be learned and spread. Although I have heard my fair share of lyrics and songs with questionable messaging and imagery, I believe most artists value their lyrics. One such artist is Taylor Swift. About an hour into the concert, I stood by my seat eagerly anticipating the next song and saw one of her backup singers hand her a guitar. She strums casually, gives a little speech about love, and asks, “Do you have about 10 minutes to spare”. The crowd goes absolutely buck wild, all of us recognizing that she’s singing the 10-minute version of her Grammy award-winning song, All Too Well. For the many Swifties at the show and me, this song carries much meaning all because of the touching lyrics she wrote. As the bridge of the song builds, I take a deep breath and prep my vocal cords to scream out as loud as they can.

“And you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest. I’m a crumpled-up piece of paper lying here cause I remember it all too well.”

I look at my cousin next to me and she is brazenly sobbing while singing each lyric and screaming as she recalls that last time someone hurt her and made her feel the same feeling that Taylor was singing about. That’s one of the beauties of the lyricism of Taylor Swift, the relatability that allows people to feel comfortable sharing their feelings.

Blondie’s music has always been catered towards women, both young and old. So, the teenage girls within all of us that have been heartbroken a dozen times over because of our fresh, unexperienced hearts, really FEEL every word that she writes. This feeling is especially multiplied when I look online and see hundreds of blog posts, tweets, and images detailing how a stranger hundreds of miles away feels exactly the same way that I did. Knowing that someone else feels the same way I did, gives Swifties the confidence to share their stories and tell others of their ventures, both gleeful and sorrowful. In this way, the Swiftie community uplifts and encourages each other to write their feelings. The encouragement that is provided among the Swifties community and from Taylor Swift’s lyrics, empowers fans to engage in literacy that has to do with their own emotions and manner of expression. Even as someone who is studying to be a writer/editor, I still find it difficult to find the right words to express myself and my feelings. I often find it impossible to put pen to paper and write exactly how I feel in regard to what I felt at a specific moment; it’s why I have never been one for journaling. The masterful lyricism with which Taylor Swift writes is one that inspires me to find better ways of expressing myself. And this is something that is further fostered by the Swiftie community. Every cover, parody, inspired piece of poetry or art, is uplifted and celebrated by Swifties. They’ve even come together as a community and created fan chants to sing during some of Taylor’s songs and a slurry of inside jokes that only other Swifties would recognize. This scale of supportiveness and expression of the community is something that is second to none among the often-toxic fandoms that many recording artists have amassed.

Soon after the Red era of songs was over, the entire stage was emptied as just Taylor walked towards the end of the stage. At the end of the stage stood a wooden piano, decorated with painted flowers. The entire audience was abuzz with anticipation as we waited to see what song would come next. Taylor spoke, giving a relatively long speech about the love she has for her fans before introducing her special guest for the evening, Aaron Dessner, one of her co-songwriters. The crowd went wild once again, I stood in confusion but cheered and asked my cousin “Who’s that?”, “That’s one of her songwriters,” she said. I understood the cheers now, this was someone who had written some of Taylor’s most powerful and touching songs. He begins to play the piano, everyone sitting in silence trying to see what song it was. This was what was called “Surprise song time”, where Taylor would choose two songs from her discography to sing acoustically. It was different at every show so the fans never knew what surprise song was coming even if they knew the full setlist. In the midst of Aaron’s piano playing, “What did you think I'd say to that?” is sung, and as if they were commanded to do so, the crowd screams in unison and begins to sing along with Taylor. After the first verse, she almost angrily sings

“Good wives always know, she should be mad, should be scathing like me, but no one likes a mad woman. What a shame she went mad... And you'll poke that bear 'til her claws come out And you find something to wrap your noose around. And there's nothin' like a mad woman”

I feel anger well up from deep within me as I recall all the times, I have had to suppress my feelings for fear of being told I am “crazy”. This is an experience not unique only to me, but rather one that could be felt by every woman who exists in male-dominated spaces (which, let's be honest, is almost everywhere).

As a woman, I find it to be incredibly important to read, listen to, and watch material that empowers women and supports feminism. This applies to books, movies, academic texts, and music. Music is mostly the one that I surround myself with the most. Music is the media that reaches the widest audience, as it can be listened to, recognized, and appreciated beyond the barrier of language. The lyricism of songs like “Mad Woman” and some of Taylor’s other songs, allows Swifties to be empowered and embrace their femininity without fear of judgment. The song reminds me of the story The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, a story about a woman who slowly goes mad as the men around her ignore her and her pleas for help. Although in this story the narrator actually does become a “mad woman” it is because of the lack of reception and mental help that her physician husband refused to give her. Both this story and Taylor’s song encompass the experiences that most women have. Experiences where men undermine the feelings of women and place them under this umbrella of being “crazy” rather than acknowledging their very real feelings and issues.

The lyrics behind “mad woman” encourage women to put their feelings into words, specifically their feelings about being a woman. Women are inspired to become feminists through songs like these. Although feminism has gotten a bad rap, it’s really just a different word for equality (Logsdon 5). In this constant struggle for equality, the sharing of female rage and despair actually uplifts women to continue the fight, rather than delving them into a depression from the lack of equal rights. The feminist lyrics behind some of Taylor’s songs, promote Swifties to engage more with feminist rhetoric and discourse. From this, the community gains a newfound courage to share and engage with feminist literacy. This form of literacy actually encourages abstract and conceptual language (Havelock 1). The metaphorical nature of her lyrics adds a visual component to her already descriptive and immersive audio. In this song, the lyrics give Swifties the image of a man pushing and pushing a woman till she reaches a point where she goes mad. The relatability of Taylor’s lyrics once again serves as the catalyst for why Swifties engage so much with her music and get inspired and empowered by it.

The crowd was still yelling, with screams getting more and more raspy as people lost their voices. The first surprise song had finished and left all the women in the crowd with a rush of adrenaline as they thought of all the times, they were told they were “mad”. These screams continued as Aaron left the stage. Screams still cheer out for Taylor as we see water being projected onto the stage. Taylor readies herself assumes a position similar to that of professional divers and literally jumps headfirst onto the stage. “What the, that was so cool!” I remember exclaiming to my cousin as we watched the interim visuals of Taylor Swift swimming inside the stage. Soon after this truly jarring moment, the final era of the tour, Midnights, was about to begin. I really wasn’t ready for it to be over, I felt what seemed to be every emotion possible throughout the last 2 and a half hours of this show. I probably screamed the loudest of everyone in my section, even with my already shredded vocal cords from the night of excess screaming. We eventually reached my favorite song from the era, Anti-Hero. It’s a song I, unfortunately, deeply relate to.

“It’s me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me. At teatime, everybody agrees. I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror”

My throat grew tight as I felt the emotions rush through me, it became almost painful as it combined with the soreness I already had. I knew exactly what it felt like to be insecure about the things you do and to have anxiety about what you could have done better. It’s a feeling I know isn’t unique, but one that still hits hard nonetheless.

It’s not often that I get emotional in a space with so many people around. I normally like to keep my emotions to myself. But something about the experience of seeing this person on stage singing about this feeling that I had had so many times before and that I see so many people around me sharing, had me close to tears. The song itself is upbeat and happy sounding, but the lyrics tell a story of anxiety and insecurity. As a student, I especially relate to the feelings in this song as I often question my abilities and wonder if my writing is good enough. And I know I’m not alone. In a letter to her students, Erica Dolson exclaims about how she so desperately wishes that she could allay the sentiments of stress and anxiety that her students express to her (1). Despite advice on breathing, healthy habits, and professional help, those emotions are still there. One thing that has really helped me with my anxieties and insecurities is knowing that I am not the only one who feels this way. Dolson explains that she also feels those same stresses and anxieties as her students do. Taylor Swift, this person who people have long been idolizing and claiming to be perfect, also feels that same way and she’s letting us fans know that through her lyrics. She’s insecure about her writing, her actions, and herself. Swifties feel these insecurities and anxieties too, and by opening up about these things, Taylor Swift is sponsoring the normalization of vulnerability and creating mental health literacy.

Through this normalization, the Swifties community becomes a supportive space where people can express their feelings and show their vulnerability with people who will try their best to uplift someone out of those negative thoughts. On Twitter (I know it’s X now, but that name is stupid so I still call it Twitter), I’ve seen dozens of posts from Taylor Swift update accounts who apologize for being inactive because of their mental health. Rather than attacking this person for being absent and being upset that they didn’t get their daily Taylor Swift news, the community supports that person and tells them to take their time and prioritize their own health. This isn’t really something hard to do as they're just being decent human beings, but such support among fans is uncommon in a lot of fanbases. By giving each other empathy, offering support, and encouraging open conversations about mental health, Swifties contribute to a broader understanding of emotional well-being within fanbases.

As I write this piece, still in my post-Eras Tour depression, I continue to think about all the lyrics of Taylor Swift and how they have touched the lives of so many people. Through her lyrics, Taylor Swift has sponsored the literacy of her fanbase and inspires them to be raw and creative. The Swifties community has been shaped by Taylor Swift's impactful lyrics and now serves as a vibrant discourse community that encourages emotional expression, feminism, and mental health. Through the shared experience of her lyricism, Swifties finds not only entertainment but also a source of empowerment, understanding, and connection with a broader community that extends beyond The Eras Tour. Taylor Swift's lyrical artistry, combined with the communal spirit of Swifties, has cultivated a space where literacy transcends traditional boundaries and embraces the human experience.  So, just remember, when the crushing weight of the current state of the world and your own anxieties and emotions get you down, just do like Taylor Swift and “Shake It Off”. 

#taylor swift #swifties #for class #college student #the eras tour #discourse #writing community #Youtube

[himbos-hotline]

Hey hun hope you're ok, as for distraction, what do you think is gonna be the outcome for full gear, like with any match or all matches. Who do you think is gonna win or lose.

okay so i had to google the card because I cannot remember a singular match!

MJF (c) and partner TBA vs. The Gunns (Colten and Austin Gunn) – ROH World Tag Team Championship match (Zero Hour pre-show match)

Is it wrong that I literally, cannot bring myself to give a fuck about this. I find the gunns bland and max gets a little tedious as much as I adore him, also just the whole antisemetic vibes just... as a jewish person make me wanna kinda, crawl in on myself?

MJF (c) vs. Jay White – AEW World Championship match

Honestly, I gott go with Jay. I love him and I think itll be cool to see max deal with loosing the title and shit like that. also gives him more of a purpose now that hes kinda learned that he can wrestle and he doesnt need to cheat to win

Hikaru Shida (c) vs. Toni Storm – AEW Women’s World Championship match

repsectfully both women could step on my and I would say thank you so whoever wins I am gonna be so excited and happy!

Sting, Darby Allin and Adam Copeland vs. Christian Cage, Luchasaurus and Nick Wayne

Gotta go with the best dad who stepped up christian!

Orange Cassidy (c) vs. Jon Moxley – AEW International Championship match

Honestly, can we let orange take a nap?! also can we bring back danhausen here?! LIKE WHERE IS HE!

Hangman Adam Page vs. Swerve Strickland

Love them both, didnt love the whole breaking into ya house line, boyfriend heard his first panic attack so like..also I love hangman and the texas death gives like, added weight cuz i dont think hanger has lost one

Kenny Omega and Chris Jericho vs. The Young Bucks

nobody touch me I am gonna sob over this match! cant yall all just get along and kill don callis as a family? also matts right, why is jericho here?!

#mouse has pals #supernatural superkick

[randomthoughtquest]

Rewatching season 3 of 9-1-1 rn. When I watched it the first time i was pretty neutral about the lawsuit cause I understood both sides of the argument. And I don't really understand why but this time I can't help but feel for Buck. He spent 5 months working so hard with the singular goal of getting back to work and right when he's about to get back to what he loved more than anything, he's turned away.

Then any future of going back to what he loved doing is ripped away and thrown so far out of his reach. I understand that Bobby was scared and did what he did out of love for Buck, but if it was anyone else in that same position, Buck would have been in the right to sue them.

But when Buck first quit, everyone's saying that he's young and that he can do other things and that his life is not over. But they aren't hearing him, no one is listening to what he is saying and talking through his fears and concerns and worries, except for Christopher.

And especially after we saw Buck Begins and how he's done everything he's wanted to do before joining the 118 and we can see that this is what he wants to do for the rest of his life, it makes losing his job hurt even more.

I really just need a happier Buck, one that's actually dealing with his trauma.

#9 1 1 on fox #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #911 season 3

[greek-anecdotes]

The Downfall of the Titans

Kronos devouring one of his children.

By Peter Paul Rubens - http://www.museodelprado.es/coleccion/galeria-on-line/galeria-on-line/obra/saturno-devorando-a-un-hijo-1/, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1723595

The Titans, overlords of the universe, were enjoying themselves basking in their glory as they had just defeated Uranus, the father of the universe. The golden age had begun with Kronos being the head of this new age of Titans. 

 This very Kronos had defeated his own father with a heart filled with a serious amount of unkind jealousy, this force had driven Kronos off a path of empathy and forced him to chop his own father and take over all his jewels and power. Gaia, spouse of Uranus was left heartbroken. Kronos, filled with an exciting jolt of victory, penetrated through his veins and arteries, but, all magnificent things come with a price, Kronos had a major issue in his path of glory, his children. 

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As Kronos lifted his newborn daughter, Demeter, high in the sky adjusting her so that the sunlight creeps through the clouds and squeezes through the baby goddess’s eyelids, Rhea, the mother of the newborn awaiting the brutal action. Uranus and Gaia’s prophecy were running back and forth through the mind of Rhea, her consort, Kronos was destined to be overcome by his own children. 

Kronos feared this very prophecy and to neglect it he was bound to perform a punitive deed. As Demeter was wailing in the distance because of the extreme brightness of the Sun on her youthful face, two chipped incisors and an obsessively knife-like canine jabbed into her leg. The crying had gone up at least twenty notches and her skin was being pulled by Kronos’s massive, buck-toothed, golden colored teeth.  

The skin now almost separated, produced a sound of paper being torn into shreds, but compared to the crying of Demeter, it was non-existent. Tears trickling down her powdery, young, pinkish cheeks, and rolling into the insides of her ear.  

The bare muscle of the leg was now exposed into the air. Suddenly a cold, bare hand with fingernails of unimaginable lengths crept into the cavity and scooped up the muscles holding it proudly in the air and was slurped down into the throat of the Titan. 

The rest of the child’s limbs were broken apart from the rest of the body making a loud and definite crackling sound, replicating thunder. This was clearly heard in the room as the baby lay there in his arms, unconscious. The rest of the body was now gobbled up piece by piece just to avoid a prophecy. 

This same fate was followed for four more of the baby gods, namely, Hestia, Hades, Hera and Poseidon. Rhea now fed up of Kronos devouring their children, decided to take matters into her own hands. 

Zeus the sixth child of Rhea and Kronos was sent to the island of Crete in southern Greece and to fool her husband, Rhea handed him a piece of stone wrapped around with linen scarves, as the Titan devoured the rock, satisfied with the taste of Silicon and Magnesium. 

Mount Ida’s cave was chosen for the childhood of Zeus who was raised by a rather appealing mountain goat, Amalthea. In the mountains up to his adolescence, Zeus was fed, taken care of and raised by the strange goat. Zeus departed from Amalthea and his grandmother Gaia decided to gift him an emetic which forced Kronos to disgorge all the contents of his stomach, Demeter, Hestia, Hades, Hera, Poseidon even the stone.  

As the God of the Sky, Zeus ordered a few cyclopes, mostly human except for their gigantic body structures filled with muscular force and the fact that they had one singular eye placed accurately in the center of their foreheads to get him a lightning bolt, a trident for the God of the Sea, Poseidon and Hades’ helmet of darkness. 

Together with the help of the cyclopes and with one epic fight scene the Titans, the overlord of the Earth during the Golden Age had just been discombobulated and were sent straight to the pits of hell, Tartarus in the Underworld, where Hades could keep a close eye on them. 

As for Kronos himself he had been castrated by the three brothers into tiny pieces with a blade of menace, the pieces then were delivered to Tartarus. Kronos had just been defeated the same way his father had. Justice being delivered by his own children. 

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