#very free jones energy

[turnstileskyline]

This is an ask about The Muppets. Take it as a free invitation to go on whatever Muppet-related tangent your heart so desires <3

im going to take this ask to talk about richard hunt :) he joined the jim henson company way back when it was henson associates, in 1969. he was 18, fresh out of high school, and already experienced in puppetry and performing.

hunt joined the muppet team in a very muppet-esque way, by calling sesame street from a phone booth and asking if henson associates was hiring. and, somehow, they happened to be auditioning people that same day. he worked the great santa claus switch in 1970, and aided in muppet appearances on programs like the ed sullivan show. on sesame street, he often aided in operation, frequently performing ernie’s right hand or the back end of mr snuffleupagus. one of his first main characters was sully, one half of the construction duo of biff and sully (biff was performed by jerry nelson, who richard hunt would often be paired with in performances). the story goes that richard hunt wanted to perform a frequent character, rather than assisting in the operation of other characters – and so he was assigned sully, who had no spoken or sung lines. hunt eventually took on multiple characters, like gladys the cow, don music, and forgetful jones, although following his death, many have been phased out or put in the background.

his most recognizable characters come from the muppet show, where he would perform scooter (the excitable stagehand of the muppet show often found pestering kermit backstage,) janice (the lead guitarist of dr. teeth and the electric mayhem, typically paired with jerry nelson’s floyd pepper,) beaker, statler, wayne, and sweetums. when fraggle rock began, hunt was one of henson’s core team of performers, so he was often shooting sesame street – a fact that didn’t stop him from performing junior gorg, gunge, mudwell, and the wizard, among others.

when jim henson died in 1990, he chose richard hunt to lead his memorial service. hunt had been with the muppets for 21 years at this point, and had become one of henson’s most trusted puppeteers and closest friends. he would often goof off backstage, entertaining guests to the studios with whatever puppet was closest to him. colleagues recall that he brought the energy to every set he was on, playing pranks on new hires, smoking joints with jerry nelson backstage, and inviting the cast and crew to gay bars with him after sesame street tapings. one of the most famous stories about him was his frustration with elmo, who he briefly performed before the furry red monster became a childhood icon. reportedly frustrated that he couldn’t figure out what to do with the character, he threw the puppet across the room, exclaiming to kevin clash (who caught the puppet) something along the lines of “someone else do it!”

he passed in 1992 from complications caused by the AIDS virus. matt baume has described him as “one of the most famous gay men in the world who nobody recognized”. following his death, the muppet workshop created a panel for the aids quilt to memorialize him. hunt was integral to the success of the muppets, due both to his skills in performing and to the energy and spirit he brought to every production he was a part of.

[imagopirateversion]

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales; Why It Shouldn’t Exist

Or how I invested time and energy into an analysis of a relatively dead franchise instead of doing it for my actual media analysis university course.

An essay by: a bitter and obsessed PotC fan since they were 7, with a lot of free time.

Lads, this is going to be long. You have been warned.

The Beginning

At the very beginning of the movie, we see a young Henry Turner looking for his dad.

Now, we're not talking about characterization problems or how likely it is that a ten-year-old child would risk his life to look for a man he technically only saw once; we're talking about plot problems, actual logical fallacies. My questions are:

How? The Flying Dutchman is a legendary ship, impossible to be found unless She wants to be found. The only reason we see Her in Dead Man's Chest is because Davy Jones himself is looking for Jack to collect his debt, and in that occasion the Dutchman's captain wasn't even doing what he was supposed to do, so he was most definitely in the living world. Will otherwise, he's doing the job Calypso gave him, so he's constantly in between. Is the movie trying to convince me that a kid was able to do something no one in the history of piracy was ever able to do? And even if he did, why hasn't anyone explained me how? He simply looks at a map and throws himself on the bottom of the ocean. How did he know The Dutchman was there? How did he know it would've come to surface?

Where is his mom? We got to know Elizabeth in the first three movies; we know she's a smart woman and we can assume she's an attentive mother. She didn't notice her son preparing himself for a trip in the middle of the ocean to go look for his dad? Was she distracted? Was she outsmarted by a 10ish-year-old? Or is she just not contemplated in this scenario?

Why does Will look like that? Will is doing his job, so... why does he look like he's slowly corrupting? That kind of corruption is the punishment Calypso reserves to The Dutchman's crew when the captain fails her, which isn't the case. Did they forget about it? Was the idea of putting algae on Orlando Bloom's face just impossible to resist to?

Alright, this isn't actually from this movie but it's bothering me, so I have to write it; also, it would make this whole movie unnecessary, so it's somehow related to it. Why (and I can't stress this enough) can't Elizabeth be on the Dutchman? Why can't they do the job together? Is it because she's not a pirate? I'm pretty sure se actually is. Is it because she's a woman? Last time I checked she was the KING. She wants to stay with Will forever, Will wants to stay with her forever, they can literally live forever on the same ship. Why aren't they?

Whatever the Hell Happened to Jack Sparrow

Imagine creating a character that is so iconic whenever you ask a person who was a kid in the early 2000 to imagine a pirate, they imagine said character.

Now imagine fourteen years pass and you decide to ruin that character by making him the most hideous, annoying, idiotic person in the whole saga, and we're talking about a saga that has Philip the Missionary in it. Why? Jack Sparrow is THE anti-hero. Never on the right side, but never on the wrong one. You can tell he's doing something morally questionable, but you still find yourself rooting for him. He's stupid enough to make you laugh, but he's secretly clever enough to always get away with it. Now he's just... drunk. And that's not even an excuse for this horrendous new characterization, because he was always drunk. The guy FORGOT HE WAS ROBBING A BANK, the same guy just one movie earlier was able to escape from the King of England's palace and steal a lady's earring (by pretending to be a literal slut) in the process. He just switched from the iconic drunk bi bestie everyone loves to my cringe uncle that drinks too much at Christmas parties and makes everyone uncomfortable. Please, if the risk is ruining an entire generation's beloved character, either don't make the movie or find a better explanation than "Bad luck dogs you day and night".

The Pearl in The Bottle

So... what you're telling me is that Jack Sparrow, the guy who was able to defeat Hector Barbossa, Davy Jones and Blackbeard thanks to his slyness, and who loves his Black Pearl more than anything else in the world, had said ship in a bottle in his pockets for FIVE YEARS... and he never thought about breaking the bottle to free Her. That's what you're telling me. This is the pivotal point upon which the entire Jack's plot hinges. I... I don't even know what to say. Was this supposed to be funny?

What an Incredibly Lucky Coincidence

A guy needs a treasure to save his father. To find it, he needs the help of a notorious and legendary pirate. He looks for him everywhere, sailing on dozens of ships just so he has the remote chance to stumble across the pirate. The last ship he's been on has sinked, he's the only survivor. He's been found in the middle of the ocean and someone brought him to the nearest city. Which city? I mean, the one that has both the pirate he was looking for and a lady who's the only person in the whole planet who's able to find the treasure he was looking for! And, oh my... he finds the both of them! In that same city! Without even LOOKING FOR THEM! A hell of a coincidence, if you ask me. Also known as lazy writing.

What's Wrong With the Guards?

Now, I know Pirates of the Caribbean isn't exactly known for its accurate historical reconstructions, but why are the guards in this movie acting like they're some sort of hellhounds ready to kill anyone in sight? Even pirates and traitors as Jack and Henry were supposed to stand trial before being sentenced to death. It would've probably been an unjust and barbaric trial, but there should've been one. We literally saw it, in the previous movie. Why's Jack been sentenced to death for simply existing here? He gave pirate vibes and they decided that was enough?

Paul McCartney

This is not an actual point of the analysis, I just wanted to remind people that Paul McCartney is in this movie and that's the only valid reason to watch it.

Salazar

I am confused. Once again, I have questions.

El Matador Del Mar was so good at his job he had almost defeated piracy. "The last ones joined together to try and defeat me". The last what? Pirates? There were no pirates left? This happened when Jack was young, so a lot of time before the first movie, right? Where were, I don't know... Blackbeard? Davy Jones? Barbossa? All the other Pirate Lords? I might be wrong, but I guess Salazar didn't kill them, did he? Why weren't they there during that "last battle" in which "the last ones joined together"?

The Devil's Triangle. I just don't understand what's the logic behind it. So, this is a cursed place. Whoever enters there, can't get out. One would think it means that if you get there, you die; and Salazar does die, but he somehow also becomes a ghost whose only purpose is to find Jack Sparrow and have his revenge. So, do people become ghosts when they get in The Devil's Triangle? We have to assume people have gotten stuck in there before; otherwise, there wouldn't be legends around the place. So why isn't it like full of spirits ready to haunt people? Why are Salazar and his crew the only ones?

Poseidon or Calypso?

What's the Trident of Poseidon? Does Poseidon exist? Isn't Calypso the Goddess of the sea? Breaking the Trident, you break all the curses of the sea, so the Trident must be more powerful than Calypso, which leads to a question. Where is she? She IS the sea, right? So she must have known someone was about to find the Trident and brake all curses, including her one. She just decided it was okay? It really feels like someone decided to suddenly change the world's mythology without giving explanations.

The Compass

This is possibly the most blatant plot hole in the whole saga. Probably the most blatant plot hole I've ever witnessed, and man, I watched all the Harry Potter movies. In Dead Man's Chest, Jack meets Tia Dalma in her "shop" and he tells her he's looking for the Davy Jones' key. She asks him "The compass you bartered from me, it cannot lead you to this?", making another pivotal point of Dead Men Tell No Tales factually senseless.

That man couldn't have given his compass to Jack, because that wasn't his compass.

So either Salazar is lying while telling his tale or they forgot about that line in the second movie. Anyway, let's pretend that line doesn't exist; even if that captain gave Jack his compass in that exact moment, why would it be the key to free Salazar, exactly? How is the compass in any way related to The Devil's Triangle or to Salazar? In the movie, they try to explain it with a sentence: “if you betray it, your greatest fear comes true”. So, is Salazar Jack's greatest fear? I really doesn't seem right, Jack almost didn't remember Salazar when Henry mentioned him. To Jack, he's only a guy he outsmarted decades earlier. Also, Jack technically already gave the compass away, twice: to Elizabeth in Dead Man's Chest, to make her find the chest, and to Beckett in At World's End, when they're negotiating.

That's... That's Just Body Shaming, Mate

Let's talk about her. So, the woman's ugly. It can happen that a woman is ugly. Was it necessary to build an entire scene around some blatant body shaming? This scene wants to mimic the similar scene in Dead Man's Chest: Jack's on an island, running from the main villain, and he's forced to do things he doesn't want to do until someone saves him, then it was Will, now it's Hector.

Except in Dead Man's Chest it was LITERAL CANNIBALISM he was facing, and yet he looked LESS TERRIFIED and DISGUSTED. What's exactly the message here? Lads, is marrying an ugly woman worse than cannibalism? I don't know... that was just bad.

Justice for Hector Barbossa

If you know me (you probably don't, but if you do) then you know about my obsession with Hector Barbossa. I truly believe he's the best written character in the saga, and he's in my top five of the characters I love the most in all media. I watched The Curse of the Black Pearl when I was seven and I am autistic, so I had all the time to develop a literal relationship with these characters in my head. As much as Geoffrey Rush's interpretation was impeccable, as always, it really hurt to watch Hector in this movie. He just doesn't sound like him. First of all, why isn't he on the Queen Anne's Revenge? Why's he letting someone else sail around on his ships? He would've never. Why's he just sitting on a throne and shooting musicians instead of, I don't know... being a pirate? Being a pirate is the only thing that matters to him. He says it at the end of On Stranger Tides, and he even says it in this movie, to the witch. "I'm a pirate. Always will be".

So, why isn't he pirating? What happened to him? And what about the pact with the witch? He made her curse all his enemies; that's honestly the most out-of-character thing he could've done.

Seriously, watch this movie, and then The Curse of the Black Pearl and tell me he sounds like he's the same character. Then there’s his death... was it necessary? And I don't mean if it was necessary to the plot (it wasn't), but the way he died, did it make sense? He takes the sword and sacrifices himself to kill Salazar, but WHY? Salazar was back a mortal. They could've brought him to surface and then shoot him. What was the point of his death, Disney? I will never forgive you.

I would've preferred if they never showed him again. He's alive and living his best life in Tortuga, if you ask me.

How does Carina Smyth exist?

Let's do the math. Carina Smyth has approximately the same age as Henry Turner, who was born around nine moths after the end of At World's End. At the end of that movie, Barbossa once again stole the Black Pearl (he's iconic we stan a legend), so we have to assume it is during that time (between the At World's End and On Stranger Tides) that he conceives Carina. He stays with this woman during the whole pregnancy, bacause he says he was there when she died. So nine months, at least, right? Except; Jack makes it clear that he and Barbossa met Carina's mom, Margaret, together.

When, exactly, did this happen? It can't be between On Stranger Tides and Dead Men Tell No Tales, because Hector himself says only five years passed between the two, and Carina doesn't look like a five-year-old;

it can't be between At World's End and On Stranger Tides, because we know Jack and Barbossa weren't together, and Hector was too busy losing a leg and planning his revenge by working for the King of England; it can't be during At World's End, because Barbossa was too busy rescuing Jack and then slaying (literally and metaphorically) Beckett's men to save piracy; it can't be during Dead Man's Chest, because he was dead; it can't be during The Curse of the Black Pearl, nor during the ten years before it, because he was... he was a skeleton, I hardly believe he could reproduce, despite what’s written in some fanficions; it can't be before, of course, because Carina would be too old. The only chance, but it's a stretch, is that Hector and Jack met this Margaret Smyth years and years before, and that at a certain point (while he was still busy slaying, losing a leg or planning his revenge), for some reason he decided to come back to her and accidentally had a daughter. That would mean that Jack remembered Margaret Smyth's name DECADES after he met her.

The Post-Credit Scene: What?

WHY'S DAVY JONES BACK? The Trident technically broke all the curses of the sea. He is THE cursed man of the sea. AND HE'S DEAD. The only answer I was able to give me, is that the moment the Trident broke the curses, the curse that said if you stab his heart he dies was also broken, so he technically didn't die, but it makes even less sense, because if the curses just aren't real anymore, then a man shouldn't be able to... carve out his heart and put it in a chest, right? (Which by the way, makes Will Turner being alive senseless as well). Even if so, Davy should've come back as a human.

My conclusion is that this movie should not exist, and we, as a community, should pretend it was never made. Hector is alive. Bye.

Imago

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #potc analysis #dead men tell no tales #analysis #media analysis #pirates #jack sparrow #hector barbossa #carina smyth #henry turner #elizabeth swann #will turner #calypso #davy jones #salazar

[moon8th]

Young Thug, Ashlesha Sun 🐍🐍🐍

TW⚠️: Snakes

Nakshatra deity: Serpent🐍

The sun is now transiting Ashlesha, just in time for this post lol

I 💚 Young Thug so much, and it just randomly clicked to me that he could be Ashlesha Sun, after checking, he is lol,, I guessed bc I knew he was Tropical Leo Sun,

~also it’s very hard to pass up his obvious love for snakes

Ashlesha is “The Entwiner”, “The Embracer”, both I feel fit Young Thugs persona very well, as he’s known for deeply caring for/embracing many people he chooses to surround himself with

~This nakshatra is very very choosy and very private. Also naive.. bc they are so loyal/trusting over ppl they become close to, it is a theme that these natives get taken advantage of.. think Marilyn Monroe (Ashlesha Asc) (more information on this in Claire Naktis video of Ashlesha)

In Claire Naktis’ video, she also expressed how Ashlesha Natives can love to stick their tongues out, and that is so funny to me bc ⬇️

Many natives are highly seductive/hypnotic/cunning/magnetic/etc.

This Nakshatra is deeply connected to sexual energy, relating to the Kundalini/Caduceus🐍🐍 (energy that is coiled at the base of the spine, circulating through the spine+aura, pictured below)

Young Thug has literally nicknamed his self ‘Sex’

His Sun is in tight conjunction with his Jupiter, creating a large persona, emphasizing his Ashlesha traits

While he may be an extreme case of Ashlesha, he is a really good example of how it may manifest! I even have Ashlesha Mars, and I have a baby snake I never thought I could bond so deeply with💚

I strive to see Duality of all things, no good or bad, just light and dark, I know society looks at something like a snake or Young Thug as unlovable bc they are too ‘unpredictable’ and ‘intense’.. from a surface layer. Take a deeper look into something you consider bad, and see the reasoning of why it is that way, why everything is as it should be. Anyway Free Jeffery 💚💚💚💚💚💚

really mf good video sources for Vedic astrology:

Claire Nakti on YouTube

Daquan Jones-Vedic Astrology on YouTube

#tw snakes #astrology #ashlesha #young thug #vedic astrology #sidereal astrology #astro notes #astrology observations #astro observations #leo #cancer #vedic astro observations #mercury nakshatra #young thug birth chart #astro community #vedic astro notes #astrology notes #tropical astrology #tw snake #claire nakti #leo sun #cancer sun #astro placements #mercury #jyestha #revati

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Family Of Three - Indiana Jones X Female (Wife) Reader (feat. Shorty)

Title: Family Of Three

Indiana Jones X Female (Wife) Reader (feat. Shorty)

Additional Characters: Shorty, Indy's dad (Mentioned)

Requested by @doctoriletyougotogalaxy!

WC: 2,170

Warnings: Super cute, family fluff, fluff, Indy being a dad, flirting, slight suggestiveness, teasing, taunting, we love Shorty, references to other Indiana Jones movies, real life plot hole, happy tears, all the hugs for Shorty, and a slight bittersweet ending

"Hurry up, kid! Don't want to be late!" Indy called out as he placed his infamous hat on the top of his head. You made sure your pants were dust and grime free, brushing them and making sure your button-up was neatly tucked into your slacks before you glanced at Indy from the living room mirror, raising an eyebrow as you watched him put on his hat.

"Why are you wearing your hat, Indy?" You asked, turning to your husband, "You don't usually wear it when we go out." You mentioned and Indy shrugged.

"I feel like it," He spoke up, adjusting his tie and glasses.

You smiled softly, walking over to help him to fix his tie, making sure it was straight, "I don't understand the point of the hat after you spent half an hour combing your hair." You tilted your head slightly, as Indy's hands landed on your waist, his fingers looping through your belt loops, pulling you closer.

"Well, sweetheart," He began, leaning down to brush his nose against yours, making your cheeks and ears flush, "I just feel like it."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you softly pushed away, turning towards the hall, "Shorty, honey, you about ready?" You called, only to hear the quick pitter-patter of feet and Shorty to reveal himself; running down the hall.

He skidded to a halt, dressed pretty sharply in new brown pants, a flannel, new shoes, and his New York Giants baseball cap. "How do I look, ritzy eh?" Shorty asked, feeling confident in himself as you smiled and nodded your head.

"Absolutely, Shorty. Very handsome. Little ladies will surely swoon upon seeing you." You stated only for Shorty to make a face, shaking his head.

"Ew, no. I have no time for ladies, Y/N/N. I am too busy taking care of you and Indy."

You couldn't help but let your smile widen, "Alright then, are you ready to go?" You asked and the little boy nodded as Indy grabbed his car keys and opened the front door. 

"Where are we going?" Shorty asked as he got into the back seat, leaning over the middle console to look at you and Indy, fidgeting with energy.

You turned slightly in your seat, glancing from Indy to Shorty, "Well, it's a surprise. We have a whole day planned out for you."

“And don’t try and bribe us into telling you, it won’t work.” Indy added making Shorty roll his eyes as he leaned back into his seat.

~~~

You and Shorty sang along to the radio, a bit obnoxiously, trying to get Indy to join you but with no luck as you drove to the National Museum. The trees passed in green blurs as you and Shorty sang to ‘Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy’. Indy couldn’t fight the amused smile on his face as you pretended to hold a microphone in your hand as you sang. 

Sooner than you thought, you all arrived at the museum. Hopping out of the car, Shorty stared at the large building with wide eyes, walking with you and Indy up the large stairs and entering the museum, he looked all around the giant room.

"Wow!" Shorty exclaimed, his eyes widened as they met the glass display cases that held various items from the museum; his jaw slackened. Indy chuckled softly, placing a hand on his shoulder and leading him around the room with you. "Did you find these, Indy?" He asked and Indy nodded.

"Some of them," He began, stopping in front of one glass case, "Here's the Holy Grail, I found it with my... Dad." Indy spoke and you smiled, watching the two bond as you loop your arm through Indy's free one. Looking at each and every artifact that Indy had recovered. "And this one..." Indy continued, going up to the next artifact, "Is the Headpiece to the Staff of Ra that I found during my time in Egypt. It's made out of very precious gems and gold."

Shorty looked up at Indy with wide eyes of awe and curiosity, "What's the most precious treasure you found, Indy?"

Indy grinned, staring at the artifact with a soft gaze before looking down at you, "I'd have to say Y/N."

You immediately looked up at him in shock and surprise, feeling your face warm, "What?" You chuckled awkwardly, unbelieving, "Don't be ridiculous." You said, giving a light slap to his arm.

Indy smirked down at you, "You don't believe me? I would show you if the kid wasn't here." At his words, you gasped lightly, narrowing your eyes and feeling your face flush.

"Indy!" You scolded, swatting at his chest as he laughed, dodging your attempt to hit him again. He grabbed your hand and pulled you forward, causing you to stumble into him.

Indy stared down at you, leaning down before pausing, his lips just brushing yours. Pulling away slightly, Indy covered Shorty's eyes earning a 'Hey!' from the boy as Indy leaned down to press to your lips, kissing you softly. The kiss ended much too soon for your liking, but was nonetheless sweet; you blinked back your surprise as Indy rested his forehead against yours.

"You done yet? I got artifacts to see." Shorty spoke up, pushing away Indy's hand with a huff, making you smile down at the kid.

"Yeah, honey, we're done. I want to see the Cross of Coronado. It's my favorite." You spoke, leaving Indy behind as you and Shorty headed off to see the cross.

Indy watched you and Shorty, a smile on his face before he joined you, taking his hat and placing it on your head; you chuckled as the hat covered your eyes slightly. You pushed the hat back so you could see as Indy wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Why is the cross your favorite?" Shorty asked and you sighed, remembering when Indy took you to see it for the first time.

"I guess it's because of Indy's past with it." You began, giving the boy a smile before looking back at the cross. "I love how Indy never stopped looking for it. Even after all those years, he kept searching. And the way it inspired him to become someone great." You finished quietly, feeling Indy hand on your waist tighten. "That dedication to seeking the impossible and unknown has always been one of Indy's strongest traits, ever since I met him."

"And I think Y/N's beautiful charm and passion to find the answers to all kinds of questions is something that I admire deeply," Indy commented and you smiled at him, squeezing his hand. “Half the reason why I married her.”

"Don't think you're going to get any brownie points for that." You teased, making Shorty look up at you both eagerly.

"Brownies? I want brownies!"

~~~

Indy continued to talk about everything from the cross to other treasures, pointing out places in the exhibit as you all walked down the halls. After a while at the museum, you both left and got back in the car, heading to one of Shorty's favorite diners, where he always got a chocolate milkshake and a slice of his favorite cherry pie.

He sipped on his milkshake before taking bites of his slice of cherry pie as you bit your lip, glancing out the window nervously. Indy took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together, gaining your attention. He gave you a small smile, calming you significantly as you returned to eating your slice of pie. You were a bit worried and very anxious the entire week. A couple of days prior, you and Indy had gone to the adoption office, filling out a few forms and completing a few piles of paperwork to try and get confirmation that you could adopt Shorty. 

The paperwork arrived that morning, and it said you were both approved to adopt Shorty just as long as he wanted to be adopted. It was a relief to know that you could adopt the kid. You and Indy loved that kid as if he was your own. Shorty was such a sweet, caring, brave, and smart kid; you wanted nothing more than to give him a wonderful home and raise him with Indy. You cared so much for Shorty and wanted to make sure he had the best life that you could give him. You had the chance to give him the life he deserves, a life in which he could go to school, and learn about fantastic and interesting things; give him a chance to be a kid. Shorty deserved the world.

~~~

You all headed home with full stomachs, the three of you collapsing on the couch together with a laugh, Indy’s hat on top of Shorty’s head, covering his baseball cap. You sighed, feeling content as Indy turned to look at you, glancing at Shorty in your arms before he stood. You turned down to look at Shorty.

"Short, honey, we have something for you." You began softly, your heartbeat increasing as you thought of what might await you. You glanced up at Indy, who reentered the room with the envelope, a nervous grin plastered on his face.

"What is it?" Shorty asked, sitting up on the couch. You sat up as well, Indy sitting beside you and handing Shorty the envelope. Shorty took the envelope, looking at both you and Indy confused yet curious as you gave him the nod to open it. Shorty carefully ripped open the envelope, pulling out the paper from inside. He read it over, and you bit your lip and fidgeted with your fingers in anticipation.  

"What's this about?" Shorty asked, still reading the letter with a confused expression on his face.

You glanced at Indy before speaking, his arm wrapping around your shoulder, "Well," You began, swallowing, "We would like to adopt you, Shorty." You finished, smiling softly at the little boy who was staring at the paperwork in his hands.

"You serious? You really adopting me?" He asked, looking up at you with big eyes that seemed to grow larger.

You nodded, unable to contain your smile. "If you want us to. This is your decision." Indy spoke up, holding you closer to him.

"I do! Yes, yes yes!" Shorty exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and hugging the both of you tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. You chuckled softly, rubbing Shorty's back gently as you hugged him back, tears falling down your own cheeks at the sight. "Really?" He asked, as if you weren't serious, but Indy nodded.

"Yeah, kid. we really want to adopt you." He spoke and Shorty smiled.

"Thank you!" Shorty cried in complete joy. He pulled away and looked at you and Indy as you wiped away the tears that ran down his cheeks.

"Of course, honey. We love you very much. More than anything." You responded and Shorty smiled, throwing himself back into your arms.

"I love you too." Shorty muttered into your shirt, snuggling close as he held onto both of you. You felt Indy wrap his arms around the two of you, pulling you tighter against him as he laid his head on top of yours. 

You let out a shaky happy sigh, resting the top of your head on Shorty’s cap, before letting out a small laugh of pure joy. 

~~~

In the next couple of months, Shorty was enrolled in school, learning great lessons from science to astrology. He improved on his English and even joined a few school clubs. During breaks and Summer, Indy would take you and Shorty on trips around the world, Greece, Egypt, New York, and even Iceland. You spent birthdays at parks and arcades, playing pinball machines and eating ice cream. He even started calling you and Indy, mom and dad…

Then there came the point that Shorty was old enough to go to high school, where he made more friends and joined more clubs including joining the math decathlon and even an art club, to which he was both very successful at. During breaks and Summers, Shorty would participate in helping Indy find artifacts, finding Archaeology to be a real calling to him, just like his dad.

When he wasn’t finding gold and treasure with Indy, he was with you at home. He’d help you around the house, cooking and even taking up a few chores so you had less to do. He was going up to be such a sweet and kind gentleman. Yet, he never lost that bravery and curiosity that he had as a child. 

Before you knew it, he was off on his own. Traveling the world with Indy and recovering old artifacts. Though he was pretty busy, Shorty would never forget to write you letters home, retelling his amazing adventures and all that he discovered. You’d keep those letters close, rereading them often as you missed your son. You’d check off the days on the calendar, waiting patiently for your son to come home.

#x reader #x fem!reader #x wife reader #x female reader #x you #x y/n #indiana jones #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones x you #indiana jones x y/n #indiana jones x fem!reader #indiana jones x female reader #fluff #cute #slight angst #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction #fanfics #shorty #short round #indy #indy jones

[hwsing]

cowboy! alfred f. jones

notes/warnings: 18+, nothing crazy just me being a loser over this man, gender neutral reader, bottom reader, top alfred. PSA i am not exactly a cowboy expert so this might feel more like just southern! alfred lololol. not very long feel free to rq more

cowboy! alfred who rides into your small town on a sturdy, beautiful white horse. he comes with so many stories and has a sweet southern charm that’s not too fancy and all the more boyish. he’s got the biggest grin you’ve ever seen and has more dreams than you can count

cowboy! alfred who’s dick print is hardly contained by his jeans; somehow, the fool seems unaware of his display. he has no idea why you look so skittish, sweetheart, he ain’t gonna bite

cowboy! alfred who comes home to your house after a long day in the sun, sweaty and dehydrated, the only thing he wants to help being your juices; regardless, he’ll spend the night between your legs as long as you let him, getting his share until you can’t anymore. regardless of what he’s sucking, he puts his all into it — it’ll make you wonder how he still has so much energy after a long day of work. while he is naturally an energetic young man, the sight of you as he comes home is enough to get him rowdy and sometimes, the blood drains to his cock so fast he almost passes out! he’ll always spoon you once it’s over, a sleepy grin on his face as he kisses your shoulder and thanks you

cowboy! alfred who offers to teach you to ride if you don’t know how — and, he means both his horse and his cock. his grip on your hips is stronger than intended, he really doesn’t know his own strength, but you barely seem to mind. after all, the feeling of his cockhead pushing against your gummy walls again and again and again relentlessly as he bounces you on his cock. he’ll stretch your hole all night if you let him, really <3

#yeehaw am i right #hetalia #hetalia x reader #my work #hetalia x you #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia headcanons #hetalia hc #aph hetalia #aph america #america x reader #alfred f jones #aph america x reader #hetalia fandom #alfred jones

[reality-detective]

Thinking that there is going to be a BIG biblical scenario where they make out it's WW# but really they are activating Militaries then bombing all of these Satanic Luceriferian landmarks. Enacting GESARA funds and We The People rebuild.

THE EVENT. IT IS BIBLICAL.

WhipLash

What are some of the Very BIG Satanic Illuminati landmarks in the world. Q showed us them. Vatican, Buchinghan Palace, Whitehouse x 2 (USA, Germany), 3GD in China. Cern on the Swiss/French Border possible. What about Russia?

Another Post from WhipLash347

Big Pharma in Wuhan = Isreal

Isreal/Khazarians controls CCP.

The Media etc

34 Satanic Buildings and Dams will Fall.

Rods of God

WORLDWIDE over the coming days to Easter. Ending of Biblical Period.

Planes & Trains grounded

Lights/Power switched off

Changing over to Tesla Free energy

34 Satan buildings & dams bombed

Bitcoin Servers trued off

99.5% of Crypto gone China Coins.

WW3 Scare Event. Nuke Sirens

Water Event

Stock Market Crash

Global Martial Law

CASTLE ROCK -Scenario

Quantum Systems. Project Odin Switched on.

Nesara/Gesara/RV

Election Flipping via Military Courts

Military Tribunals/confessions/10 day movie

Revals

Inauguration

The ISRAELI MOSSAD control the WORLD's MEDIA out of the US.

Attached is Q1871 outlining this.

Project Odin as mentioned by Ron CodeMonkeyz is a POWERFUL Anti-Deplatforming Tool.

Project Odin is part of Quantum Starlink. Our new Quantum Systems are to be protected by Secret Space Programs out of the Cabal's reach.

Q2337 tells you Mossad Media Assets will be removed. Think people like Alex Jones, Anderson Cooper etc and also Mossad Satellites.

Israeli intelligence - stand down.

[TERM_3720x380-293476669283001]

Media assets will be removed.

This part of 2527 tells you that something powerful is going to knock out Mossad Media Satellites. This will blackout the media worldwide, Switch us over to the Quantum Systems. This is PROJECT ODIN. All in All give the reason to Activate the Military EBS.

Starlink [17] seems to of tactically placed itself at the right time.

If you look up the TURKSAT Rocket that launched from the USA in January you will see it was specifically for MILITARY COMMS to peoples TV's & RADIO's in AFRICA, MIDDLE EAST, EUROPE & CENTRAL ASIA.

THE EVENT has many facets too it.

The WorldWide Blackout to change over to TESLA Energy. Knocking out Media Satellites, QFS, Rods of God on Dams & 34 Buildings & much much more.

34 Buildings will be in the EVENT.

They are very significant.

Ie Whitehouse, Royal Castles, Buckingham Palace, Vatican, Getty Museum, Playboy Mansion and the like.

This will surely make the Stock Market collapse. It is all a show, 99.5% of Crypto's will be removed from existence with the event.

Swapping from Rothschilds Central Bank Notes to Rainbow Treasury Notes now backed by Precious Metals (Not Oil/Wars)

Tomorrow free money stops for backs. Bonds sell of to get off books. Seems all is lined up for scare event...stay safe.

Are we still comfy ?

Or are we scared ?

A little bit of both is normal.

Trump keeps his promises.

Have faith in the Lord Our God.

He will comfort you through the storm.

Who saw in January up to 10 countries at once have their power all turned off by the Space Force?

Just before that Israel had that happen for 30 mins too.

If they can turn 10 at once off all together. They can do the whole lot. Welcome to Tesla.

BLACKOUT NECESSARY.

Have a look at all the Global Military "Exercises" now being put in place.

Defender Europe 21 covering Europe & Africa.

Australia has one same time as Defender Europe. US just announced involvement.

Its all happening in front of you.

It's a GLOBAL MILITARY Operation

Transition to Gesara.

Now they just have to play out a fake WW3 scenario to ring sirens in every National Military Command Center.

This is to justify to the Whole Entire Planet many things that have been taking place already. The fact that Gesara Military Law has been in place. The Secret Military Tribunals, Confessions etc. The executions the lot. And like all militaries normally do they will help build new things.

- Benjamin Fulford

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think for yourselves #think about it #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #ask yourself questions #question everything #do your research #do your own research #benjamin fulford

[void-botanist]

Standing, Asalun, & Associates

An AOM &c. AU that nobody asked for, so I'm delivering!

This is me taking Mystery Incorporated, Dead End: Paranormal Park, Hilda, Mob Psycho 100, and let's be honest, the whole ghost segment of The Sword Interval that lives rent-free in my mind into one vibeful concept: Horatio and Marcus run a paranormal investigation business.

Due to all of their proposed names being terrible puns or just not catchy, they gave up and called it Standing & Asalun. They run it out of what is Horatio's Flowers in AOM, and they do extremely lackluster business. However, Celia thinks it's the most delightful fucking thing and inserted herself into the investigation so much that they essentially hired her. She still has a day job, like Marcus, and unlike Horatio MyOwnBoss Standing. Eventually Allison joined in, and even if they would hire him he doesn't actually want the job, so he's technically a contractor. Still, the addition of another regular meant that they finally felt like they had to change the name to Standing, Asalun, & Associates.

Season One

Season one is the alternate story to AOM and begins with things going poorly as usual - they're not actually that bad at their job, but they have a hard time finding people who actually need paranormal things investigated, or even stuff they can put on their video channel - until Sid blows into town, with his parents not far behind. Horatio is instantly convinced that something is Off. No one else agrees - obviously Sid is just having a bad time and is also sixteen years older than when they last saw him. Horatio is ready to acknowledge that he was just too hungry for a lead when Sid starts having dreams that are very clearly not normal weird but paranormal weird. On an island that seems to have nothing paranormal going on, there's nowhere they could possibly be coming from...unless Sid's recently arrived parents have something to do with it. But they're not even witches, let alone known to be capable of whatever this is. So why do they seem to make the dreams worse but their muddy message clearer? SAA - but especially Horatio and the newest associate, Sid - will stop at nothing to find out.

Starring

Horatio Standing

keeps the books

makes the pepe silvia boards

lives above SAA

brings the Fred Jones energy

Marcus Asalun

makes most of the money that goes into the books with his art

designs the ghost science experiments

lives elsewhere but if he could fit his studio into Horatio's place he'd probably just live there. it would cost less

brings the Velma Dinkley energy

Celia Standing

manages the morale

gives the pep talks

lives with Allison

brings the Daphne Blake energy

Allison Hughes

keeps to his own schedule

bakes the snacks

lives with Celia, but it's his house

brings the Shaggy Rogers energy (or Scooby, because wolf)

Sid Reid

keeps a log of his strange nightmares

makes all the food that's not snacks

lives with Horatio and also in fear of his parents, paranormal influence or no

brings the Mr. E energy

with additional appearances by

Avis Peynon

is not your fucking chauffeur service damn it

Sorian Shank

inherited Fred Jones's legendary trapbuilding abilities

Phil Shank

will be your chauffeur service if you don't kill her vibe

Leon Standing

has a book on that but no he doesn't know what the text means either

Edith Standing

banned from contracting with SAA because she pranked them too much

Donovan Reid

is obviously a paranormal intensifier because he's clearly the coolest guy in the world

Emma Reid

read a book about this once and yes she's sure she knows what the text means

#energy here is mostly role but there's also some personality stuff in there. you can't tell me Horatio isn't basically Fred #c: Horatio #c: Sid #c: Marcus #c: Celia #c: Allison #c: Donovan #c: Emma #c: Leon #c: Edith #c: Phil #c: Avis #c: Sorian #wip: aom #au: saa

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

In Other Lands Fic recs

Wanted to recommend some amazing IOL fics and give some love to the writers!

7. The Next Chapter by coslyons

Elliot and Dragons who are full on thirsty for him need I say more? It's actually very sweet and wholesome, Ns extremely funny I really enjoyed it and I am certain you would too

6. Be Bold, but not Too Bold by meguri_aite

Another Elliot dragon fic but this one is from Lukes POV and is very sweet and romantic. It has Diane Wynne Jones energy and I am here for it

5. Yule in the Borderlands by FrenchRoast

Omg this is a delight!!!!!! Nice Xmas vibes and very cute. This fic highlights that the Borderlands is a big place with its own culture! I really enjoyed this fic it was warn and hilarious

4. Gratuitous Hypothermia Prevention Fic by betp

This fic was so sweet lots of adorable Sunbrat and everyone doting on a sick Elliot.

3. All I Want Is You by frogy

Imagines of the residents of the Borderlands could travel to the human world and for the best reason ever! Goldens Bachelor Party! Luke is SUCH. A bird in this fic it's great Goldens friends are PERFECT and it's easily one of my favourite fics it's too funny

2. Elliot Enchanted by @elliotschaferr

This fic is still ongoing and it is INCREDIBLE. The premise alone: Ella Enchanted meets IOL its too good. The author captured the characters voices really well and I cannot wait for more

1. Pick Your Poison by Penndragon27

OK this fic is so good I've re read it so many times cause I can't get enough of it. The writer not only captures the characters so well but had me laughing and crying every chapter. I cannot recommend this one enough!

Feel free to add your own recs as well!!!!!

#iol #in other lands sarah rees brennan #in other lands #tears waiting to be diamonds #wings in the morning #sunbrat #elliot schafer #fic rec

[thedevilsrain]

Loving your blog on eroica, your art is beautiful btw.

It's nice to see you talking abt the problematic political stuff the manga deals with, i read for the drama and gay ness and how the tropes are well executed. May i know your most fav and least fav arc and why??

thanks so much i'm so glad! i actually started reading it for the gay stuff as well but it awakened my seven year hyperfixation on the cold war

i've actually answered this before but now i've read these chapters more + i have a new Least Favorite Arc. so lets go

so, i don't know how much of a consensus this is, but my favorite arc is definitely the alaskan front, full stop. i also love eau de cologne and the free shooter/der freischultz

but i think that alaskan front captures FEWL's essence perfectly - the comedy is great, the characterization is at its' best, the art is gorgeous - the perfect balance between aoike's shojo artstyle and all the gun and machinery - and every character has a chance to shine, from agent Z, to the forgotten mr. jones, to mischa and to, of course, dorian and klaus.

plenty of my favorite panels and scenes come from this arc alone. one of my favorite scenes in the manga is one where eroica and his team manage to outsmart the KGB and even NATO, to the point that when dorian tells eberbach he had the KGB hospitalized (through giving them laxatives), he doesn't believe him

there's also some classic moments, like klaus saying his love of nescafe (just 'instant' here lol) for the first time, mr. bonham calling eberbach nato old man (or nato geezer lol), and whatever the hell this third picture is

i just find it great, all around. it struggles with pacing, as most of these longer eroica chapters do lol, but it still manages to be entertaining as you're building the web of spies in your head, and watching the funny interactions throught. this too is one of my favorite scenes ever. absolute great ride 🌹❤️🐗

now! my least favorite. this i won't expect to be a consensus, but it's seven days in september. readmore cos it turned out too long. here's some dorians from the alaskan front as a mental preparation

so right from the start, seven days follows midnight collector, the story about dorian's past interluded with im trying to steal the man in purple and another painting (i should mention that while the story about klaus' backstory doesn't have dorian, the major has a whole subplot in dorian's chapter), and as the arc proceeds, it starts a recurring theme of eroica's story being cut short/overshadowed by whatever's going on with the major.

i would only find this mildly annoying, if it weren't for the fact that the stories can become slow at best and boring at worst without dorian's more campy and, let me just say it, gay energy

this arc also starts another recurring thing for FEWL: very long and convoluted arcs. by the second half of seven days, we have: major and eroica crashing a plane in a convent, mischa and his KGB guys and salim and his misogyny and a brief appearance by lawrence and the SIS. they've already traveled three countries, and honestly by here i was already lost. it just gets to a point of too much information where the only thing keeping you going is the gags

(we can get into salim another day lol)

another thing that begins to suffer in this arc is the characterization. it's prolly somewhere around this arc that you might start to think 'wow, it's been a long time since eroica and the major have had a soft moment', and it's all downhill from here. there is such a focus on keeping eberbach as an asshole with zero development that their characterization actually begins to sufer -- klaus is more and more unbearable, and dorian is more and more stupid.

in this arc, there's a scene where, after dorian fails to get klaus drunk (story for another day) and klaus is the one that gets him drunk instead, he does a striptease, before klaus takes him to a bathroom. klaus tells him he hates him and threatens to beat him when he's asleep, but when dorian actually blacks out, klaus buttons up his jacket around him so that he isn't half-naked in a bathroom.

but! the scene is then completely ruined because shortly afterwards klaus and mischa (the bear cub) literally WATERBOARD dorian when he's still blackout drunk, in a scene that's actually hard for me to read

and again, it's really all downhill from here. seventh seal is another arc i really dislike, bc it follows this trend of eberbach manipulating and tricking dorian, and dorian's affection towards him stops being this funny if unlikely thing, and starts being more... sad lol

i had to get that one out of my system BUT. this is Not The Worst Yet! this arc features the single WORST scene in the ENTIRE manga and i will not be taking criticism about this

mischa, knowing the major's dad was a... tank commander... in the german army. in ww2, brings klaus to the el alamein desert, where a nazi generla or whatever lost a battle to the allies, with the intent of humiliating him. and it actually WORKS -- and once mischa obviously loses to eberbach in the end, it's supposed to be this moment of... reinvidication, almost? klaus says he doesn't care, but mentions how it hurt his pride, you know?

i find this one actually gross to read JFGJLKJGLGF its so incredibly bad either way you read it -- the major is offended mischa would remind him the germans lost the war, or mischa, a mischa, clinging to the past when the russians won the battle, but now in the current day the germans are better.

by this point you'd think we'd be over the 'major's dad was a soldier in ww2' thing or at least consider it an obvious Bad Thing -- but here's aoike, in 1982, still coyly playing up how germans are good and noble and all that

there's plenty other pretty bad eroica chapters -- insha'allah with its' messy orientalism and.. child brothel, midnight collector's messy handling of dorian's trauma, the seventh seal having dorian 'trick' a man in drag, the panda's maze everything etc. but seven days in september still remains at the top of me for having a moment where eroica actually stopped being fun, a moment where i actually had to stop to think about the author's politics and how they end up being cast over the story.

anyway read the alaskan front lol

#VERY LONG POST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SORRY !!!!!!! #ask #anonymous #led zeppelin shoujo yaoi manga tag #long post

[artemiseamoon]

Flirting with Danger

Chapter 3: Too close for comfort

Ramon x f reader (or read as an Oc)

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⚠️ warnings: a fight, a handsy creepy guy, mention of blood, a gun, parts that are def NSFW, heavy making out, fade away sex scene with body parts mentioned (this is just fiction but you know, in real life, practice safe sex!) 

*Mega shoutout to @thesolotomyhan & her Ramon jealousy HC. It inspired 2 scenes! Read og post here. *

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Content disclaimer: You know my usual Narcos disclaimer, this is fic, made up, not an effort to glamorize the horrific acts of real persons. If this bothers you, just don’t read it, it saves us both time and energy. Thanks!

Standing in the abandoned warehouse, in the middle of nowhere, silence falls between you and your supervisor.

You’ve just submitted your recent report, and answered a whole lot of questions he had for you. Though it took many moving parts and a whole team to make undercover missions work, Jones was your contact person.

Jones continues to study you, one eyebrow still raised. You can tell he wants to say something. Plus, he was one of the many who didn’t think you should take the job.

“I have a long ride back, if there’s nothing else -”

He cuts you off, “next month, you need to check in, on time.”

“It’s not easy to check in at my scheduled time,  you know that. I’m in the thick of it. I can’t just go find a phone while surrounded by people.”

“I get that, but you still need to find a way to check in. You know that. I’ll take care of this.” He shoves the thick brown folder you handed off under his left arm. The older man sighs, then runs his free hand over his beard. “I’m not going to lie kid, I never liked this. It’s dangerous. This isn’t just any family. You know that.”

“I can handle it.” You step closer to him. “If it gets too hot, I’m out. I’ll make the call.”

As you say the words, you feel confident in them, but at the same time, not so much.

Jones nods and motions to the entryway. “Stay safe.”

“I will.” You head for the door and stop. You look over your shoulder at him. “I noticed a plant at Roxanne the other day. Stood out like a sore thumb. You guys can’t do that.”

“We didn’t hear from you, he was just checking in.”

“If I need help, I’ll ask for it. And if you must send anyone to make sure I’m not dead, send someone who blends in.” You leave on that note and start your very long drive back to Tijuana.

…

You haven’t seen Ramon, or any of the family, in a few days. You managed to convince him, after some very believable sweet talking, that you had to handle some stuff out of town.  

The family was also having their most recent drama with Sinaloa. It gave you some time to get your head back on straight, finish your report, and meet with your superior.

After the long drive, you finally arrived home.  Sinking onto the sofa, you kick back and  enjoy a cold drink. The way Jones looked at you lingered on your mind. He was nice enough to you, but still old school with some outdated ideas about women and the workplace. But you didn’t sign up to be a damn secretary and dress cute for the male gaze.

Grabbing the remote, you press the on button. You hope mindlessly watching some t.v will help your mood. Seconds later, your eyes drift to the vase on the side table where fresh flowers sit. Ramon had them sent to you yesterday.

As you stare at the vibrant assortment, you grin, it was sweet. At the same time, the delivery nearly gave you a heart attack. It was no secret Ramon knew where you ‘lived’, he picked up here before.

Still, every reminder that he knew, still raised the hair on your arms a bit. It’s why you had to be smart and why you went way out of town just to submit your report and meet with Jones. You knew you couldn’t do any of that here.

Your thoughts shift to Ramon. It’s been 5 days since he fell asleep on your lap, five days since you gained entry into the massive Arellano Felix mansion and got the closest, most intimate view of them yet.  If it was hard before to see them as just criminals, being in their home, though only once so far, and treated as a guest, really complicated shit.

The sweetness of that last night continues to rule your thoughts. Shifting position on the couch, you get comfortable and stare blankly at the tv. Sometime after falling asleep that night, you awoke to Ramon gently nudging you.

In a sleepy haze, he guided you to a spare bedroom that was close to his. Even in your half awake, half asleep state, you noticed it was a nice room, one of the nicest you’ve ever seen. You were sure you didn’t own anything as expensive as the stuff inside.

Ramon returned with some clothes for you to sleep in, then very sweetly hugged you goodnight. It was soft, warm, and tender. A hug that remains with you still, if you let yourself think about it for too long, you can feel it, you can smell him. You slept like a baby that night. After rising, you exited the room to find a lavish spread of breakfast waiting.

It felt like a surreal head trip, sitting there, in some fancy pajamas that belonged to…someone. And eating breakfast with half the family. A short while after breakfast, you washed up, dressed, and Ramon drove you back home, as promised.

That was five days ago. You still couldn’t believe that experience was real.

…

The next time you see Ramon is later that week. He invited you to a birthday party for his niece Ruth at the family home. It’s the kind of thing undercovers dream of, you accept the invite.

There were so many people and kids there it nearly made your head spin. As the party goes on, you drink and socialize with the family and their friends, all while taking mental note of anything important.

The family was always careful and didn’t talk about business in public, if they had to, they’d step away and do it from prying eyes and ears. Still, you do your best. Being here is like another door opening, giving you closer access to the family.

Even with the closeness you are gaining, you still remain hyper-aware of yourself. One slip up, and surely Enedina or Benjamin, or someone else would notice. Then, your tightwalk rope with danger, would be for nothing. You knew you couldn’t let your guard down, just because Ramon is enamored with you, it didn’t mean others weren’t watching you with a closer eye.

Being at the party stirred something inside of you, something you were trying your best not to think about. One couldn’t say the Arellano Felix family was normal. Being the biggest drug family in Mexico, they made all kinds of calls and moves to make it to the top. You were well aware of the bad, more versed than normal person.

Still, being here at a birthday party as people smiled and laughed, they seemed so normal so…relatable. The affection they have and share with each other is heartwarming, and a reminder you need to keep in mind why you are really here. Affection for the family is a dangerous thing to have, it could seriously hurt your investigation and you in the process.

Two reports down, you stand at the beginnings of your 3rd month undercover. You feel proud of yourself. Sure, you knew this job is massive, huge, and you were likely biting off more than you could chew. But you took it. And now, you’re going through with it.

…

As the party died down, and most of the guests left, Ramon wanted to go out and dance at Roxanne. Some of his siblings would be joining too. You know you should say no, you should go home, go to bed early and put some distance between you and Ramon.

But the more you hang out with him, the harder it becomes to say no. You like spending time with him. You like the way he laughs with you, looks at you, smiles at you - you even like the way he pulls you against him with those very warm lingering hugs of his. As you spent time with him, you had to remind yourself that Ramon is just a job. A means to an end. One very big foot into a very important and private door.

You were getting the best intel you could, even with the family being as secretive and close knit as they are. Everything you picked up was subtle and you had to make the pieces fit, it’s not like the movies where people spill the beans and talk about whole plans loud enough for people to hear.

If you, or any non-family member were around, the family would wait until you were out of sight before speaking. They didn’t care who you were, you’ve seen it plenty of times, even with Barron, despite him being one of Francis' trusted friends.

You had to be crafty, smart, sneaky - you had to keep your ears open all the time and collect all the crumbs you could. It wasn’t the kind of job for those lacking patience. The Arellano Felix family has armor around them and did not make it easy for people to eavesdrop on their business.

Before heading out to Roxanne, Ramon tells you there’s something you have to see. Like an excited kid or over energized puppy, he drags you to the guest bedroom you previously stayed in. Before entering, he covered your eyes with his hands.

“Ramon, what is it?”

“That’s not how surprises work.”

Ramon barely contains his excitement as he leads the way, as the two of you walk in unison, and you try to keep up with his rushed pace, you feel his body press into yours every so often. You try your best to not think about it, to ignore it, to ignore the way your body stirs with each fleeting moment of contact.

“Okay stop,” you do, anticipation has your body vibrating, “okay, open your eyes…now.” He lifts his hands from your eyes and rushes to the other side of the bed so he can watch your reaction.

Before you, on the King sized bed, are more bags than you can count. Bags with name brands on them in fancy stamped letters - the kinds of brands you’ve never owned in your life and only saw when you drive through the rich parts of town.

Ramon makes a sweeping motion with his arm while wearing a silly grin, “it’s all yours Princesa.”

You gasp as your eyes try to take in the amount of stuff on the bed. Climbing onto the mattress, curiosity gets the best of you as you peak into the bags and start pulling things out.

You can barely believe your eyes. Dresses, jackets, shoes, jewelry- all of it. These weren’t gifts, this was half of fashion avenue, and your mind can’t even commute the numerical value of all this stuff.

“Ramon - “ you pull out a gorgeous dress and look at the price tag, your jaw drops, “ I - uh…” at a loss for words, you stop speaking and stare at him. The fluttery feeling in your belly intensifies.

Ramon smirks, savoring your reaction. He moves some bags over and sits on the otherside of the bed.

“I couldn’t decide. So, I bought everything. “ A proud grin animates his lips as he shakes his hair out of his face.

Distracted by the luscious mop of his hair, you stare at him. You don’t realize how long you’ve been starting until you see his very pleased reaction. His smile reaches his eyes.

You’ve never had anyone spoil you before. Or spend a small (in their world) fortune on you. It’s nice. It’s really nice. But you have to remind yourself this is blood money, drug money. Death money.

Even the harsh honest reminder isn’t enough. It doesn’t dominate the other feelings and instincts you have right now. Like leaping across the bed and pressing your lips to his, fucking him on top of all this expensive stuff. Letting Ramon do all the things you know he’s been imagining doing to you.

You know Ramon wants you, there is zero doubt. He is just on really good beahvior. Shockingly. You also know there are two ways a kiss could happen. A, you give him the green light. Or B, Ramon stops playing nice.

The tension between you two has grown thicker each time you hang out, so much so, if he pulled you beneath him right now and kissed you, you wouldn’t be surprised at all. You may even give in.

Pulling your eyes from his stupidly handsome face and soft brown eyes, you reach inside another bag and find out a gorgeous jacket. You were impressed, this stuff is actually good, really good and you could imagine yourself wearing most of it.

Sure, there’s some stuff that is way too loud and ….dramtic? But for the most part, you like what you see. You wonder, in the back of your mind, if the shop girl or maybe even his sisters helped.

They have seen enough of you at this point to visualize your style. This definitely has a womens touch on it. You could also imagine some of the wilder things, and the things you weren’t too  sure about, were of Ramons choosing.

Ramon continues to watch you, adoration in his eyes. He leans over a little more, “you like it?”

“Of course, “ you beam and put the bag in your hands down, “ but, I - can’t take all this. This is a lot of stuff Ramon.”

``Have it. Keep some of it here,” he jumps up from the bed and walks around the room. Ramon has some kind of inner timer for how long he could sit still, it was pretty amusing to watch. The alarm is definitely going off internally now. “Pick something to wear, let’s go dancing.”

He grins at you, then heads for the open door. You watch as Ramon stops in the doorway, his eyes lingering on you.

“Well, I need to get changed right? Get out of here.”

Ramon flashes a cute, almost shy smile and steps out of the room backwards. After a moment, he closes the door.

When the door closes, you fall back on the bed, against the bags.

“Oh my god - “ you mouth the words. Legally, you can't even accept this, you can’t take it. Well, you could take it for now, to keep your cover, but you can’t keep it. “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath before sitting up again.

Looking around, you pick up a smaller bag with a rose sticking out of it. Reaching inside, you find a bottle of perfume. You’ve heard about this one. Curious, you open it, and spray a little in the air.

“Wow, that does smell really good…” you sniff the air again and spray a little on the inside of your wrist. Shaking your head in amazement, you continue to rummage through the bags until you find it, your outfit for tonight.

It’s your style, just a much more expensive version. Bonus? You could keep on the shoes you already had on. Standing, you notice one more bag with chocolates in it. Smiling to yourself, you pop it open and eat a few as you get dressed.

…

Ramons eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees you in the dress. The combination of the look on his face, and his verbal compliments is enough to make your skin hot. He even gives you a hug that lasts longer than any of the other ones.

The ride over to Roxanne is - interesting and dare you say, amusing. Energy continues the build quickly between the both of you, your bodies feeling charged like batteries.

Ramon can barely keep his eyes off of you while driving, you remind him more than once to focus on the road. You tell him, neither a crash nor dying is on your to-do list anytime soon.

The burning desire in your body is near volcanic by the time you arrive at Roxannes. You are instantly thankful to see some of his family and friends are already there, you needed at least one or two other people you could talk to. It feels too risky being alone with Ramon right now.

Ramon is like fire, you’re drawn to him, warmed by him, yet all the while aware of his destructive and explosive side. You’ve been smart on all your other Undercover jobs, you never felt at risk of fucking up, not until now. The thought scares you, but excites you at the same time.

You quickly busy yourself with one of his sisters and her friend, you get along with them well, too well, in another life you all could be girlfriends. It’s easy to imagine ladies night, movie nights, girls trips - you really did like them. Sometimes, while chatting with them you felt bad, but you were doing a good thing, right? You know you shouldn’t, but you feel connected to them.

The night is going really well until a drunk guy keeps hitting on you. Each attempt growing more aggressive. You’ve never seen him before so can’t place him. And after a few months, you knew all the regulars like the back of your hand. This guy is a stranger.

Despite being nameless, you can tell enough about him from the way he acts and looks. Flashing money, name dropping, showing off - just some rich asshole, or some rich asshole's son. The first two times, the creep was subtle about it, catching you when you were alone. But the third time, the third time he grabs for you right in the middle of the dance floor.

Just before the creeps' hands land on you, Ramon was laughing it up with the narcos juniors in VIP.  A drink in hand, he moved away from the guys to look for you. Once he spotted you, Ramon watched you dancing from the balcony with a grin. At first, nothing he perceived to be a threat caught his eye, you were just dancing with the girls after all.

As Ramon watched, taking occasional sips from the glass, he tried to calm the raging desire inside of him. It was easy for him to seek and receive pleasure, he didn’t have to work hard for it. If he wanted, he could take any girl he wanted into a back room and have her right now.

But he can’t, not when the only thing he wants is you. Ramons has never wanted, craved someone so bad in his life. He also didn’t want to scare you away, so he was trying to calm his impulsive nature, but it’s hard. It gets increasingly harder with every moment you spend together. He’s not sure how much longer he can control himself.

These thoughts fill Ramons mind, his body moving to the music and eyes still glued on you from above. Just as he’s about the turn around, he sees it. The stupid motherfucker who stands behind you and grabs your ass.

The music fades. Conversations fade. His eyes zoom in on you as everything else disappears. Everything slows down. Ramon clenches his jaw, his body tensing, he’s on edge.

Gripping the railing with his free hand, Ramon leans over, continuing to watch. You push the guy away, and though Ramon can’t hear you, from the way your mouth moves it seems you’re cursing the guy out.

Seeing red, Ramon steps back and smashes his drink on the ground. Ignoring his name being called,  Ramon charges past his group and heads for the stairs.  Making his way downstairs, the pounding in his ears getting louder with each step.

Ramon reaches the ground floor, pulls out his gun, and takes the safety off. The smart ones in the crowd started parting as he came down, the others jumped back as soon as they saw the gun. The Narcos Juniors are right behind him, like wolves following their Alpha.

It’s not until you hear people reacting to the gun, and moving away, do you realize what’s happening. Before words can reach your stunned lips, Ramon grabs the guy by the collar and presses the barrel of the gun against the center of his forehead.

What comes next is almost more chilling than the gun, it’s Ramons smile. A smile that would seem friendly at first but is filled with nothing but venom, hate, maliciousness.

“Who the fuck do you think you are motherfucker? Tryin to dance with my girl?” Ramon holds the smile, the spine chilling smile. You’ve never seen his eyes as dark as they are now.

You find yourself frozen in place. Over the years, you’ve seen a lot of shit go down and rarely freeze, a breath is caught in your throat, and you feel one of his sisters gently guiding you back, away from the confrontation.

The man, clearly drunk, makes a very foolish move, “I don’t see a fucking ring on her fin-!”

Ramon chuckled darkly, then swiftly knocked him in the nose with the handle of the gun. As the man cries in pain, holding his bloody nose, Ramon flips the safety back on, then holsters the gun.

Cursing, the man stumbles back, holding his nose. You watch as the Narco Juniors circle the man, getting in position. Ramons eyes land on yours.  He signals to the Narcos Juniors. Like a pack of hyenas, they move in on the man and drag him outside. The sound of their comments and cackles chill you to the bone.

Before you can react, or suck in a breath, Ramon grabs you by the arm. Without a word, or a second glance, Ramon drags you down the hall to the private rooms. Each time you ask a question or call his name, he ignores it.

Stopping in front of a room, Ramon turns the knob and pushes it open. Ramon grabs your upper arm and shoves you inside of the room. Then closes the door behind him with a slam.

Stumbling in, you quickly catch your balance and stare at him angrily, trying your best to hide the fear in our voice, “Ramon what the fu-”

Ramon rushes forward, grabs your face with his hands, and presses his lips against yours. Even with the desperate feel of the kiss, his lips are soft, so soft and the way he holds your face sends warmth throughout your entire body.

You break the kiss. Taking a step back, you press your palms against his chest in an effort to put space between your bodies. As you stare at him, searching his eyes and trying to make sense of all the emotions raging inside of you, Ramon snakes one arm around your body and jerks you forward, bringing your body flush against his.

It happens so fast.

Faster than your logical mind can keep up.

Before you know it, Ramon is kissing you again, touching you, his hands exploring your body over the dress. As the kiss intensifies, you find yourself pinned against the wall.

This feels good

He feels good

Passionate kissing soon leads to heavy making out and grinding against each other. Ramon pulls the dress up over your hips, presses you back against the wall, and slides his hand between your thighs.

His lust filled eyes stay locked on your face, watching your reaction the moment his fingers slide inside of you. His eyes fall to your lips as a moan rolls off of them. He smiles, grabs your chin with his free hand, and continues to kiss you.

You should stop this

You should stop him

Losing yourself in him, the way he tastes, feels, smells, you let your hands explore, doing places you only imagined touching before. Ramon grabs you by the neck, pulls back, and watches you with hungry eyes before claiming your lips again, his fingers still inside of you. Like some kind of evil mind reader, he knows just how to touch you, just how much pressure to apply; it’s a blessing and a curse.

With each passing second of making out, you lose your logic, your common sense, your three rules. You slide your hands down his body and undo the button of his pants. Carnal desire has its claws in you, with no plans to let you go.

As you slide your hand over his hard cock, flesh against flesh, Ramon grabs your throat again. Ramon stops kissing you, and leans back, letting his eyes hungrily take you in.

Grabbing your hips, Ramon guides you away from the wall, and closer to the couch. Drunk with desire, Ramon undresses you, stopping you each time you try to help. He wants to do this himself.

Whenever he imagined this, he'd tear your clothes off, rip them right off you. But now, not that’s it’s finally happening and not a sex dream, he slows down, so he can savor it, every second of it.

Only wearing a dress, underwear and shoes, there’s not much to remove. But Ramon takes his time, and the slow pace feeds your hunger for him even more. He presses soft kisses on your skin and whispers compliments along the way.

Completely naked now, you stand there, fingers in his hair as he kisses your breasts, his hands on your hips. You close your eyes and bite back a moan.

An undercover screwing someone on the job is a huge no-no, a major fuck up. But it happens. You just never thought it would happen to you. You were supposed to be immune to such temptation.

You were better than this

Until now

Ramon ruined everything

Grabbing a fist full of his hair, you tug up upward and greedily seek his lips again. Consumed by passion, you quickly unbutton his shirt and undress him. By the time you reach the couch, you leave a trail of clothes behind you.

Ramon positions himself between your thighs, the soft cushions at your back. When his eyes meet yours again, you hold your breath. Locked in a stare, the room falls silent except your heightened breathing and racing heartbeats. Your body quivers with a level of desire you’ve never felt before.

It’s almost a beautiful moment, a tender moment. But you stop the thought. You can’t feel that, you can’t feel that for him. Ramon caresses your face, as he holds himself up with his other arm.

As he looks into your eyes, your body beneath his, Ramon realizes why he’s been able to control himself with you. He cares about you. He wants to see you happy. To see your smile, hear your laugh. You make him feel things he hasn’t before. He’s never thought this deeply about a sexual partner before.

It was just attraction and sex. Plain and simple. Nothing complicated, nothing emotional. But you, something about you is different. He’s never felt whatever this is before.

Ramon knows you’re not just any girl, you’re not some nameless conquest he can just forget about with ease. Not you. Patience isn’t something Ramon possesses, but he tries, for you.

As you gaze at him, it surprises you how still Ramon has become. A fire blazes in his eyes and the longer you look you see something else, something more - emotional.

Ramons flashes a smile at you, leans in, and claims your lips with his own again. Sliding your left hand in his hair, you grip his shoulder with your right. As Ramons fills you, a breath catches in your throat, you tug his hair harder.

The soft moment passes as Ramon loses himself in you; the way you feel, the taste of your lips, your breasts pressing against his chest, your thighs around his hips - Ramon breaks. He fucks you hard, fast, and deep leaving you little room to take charge.

You submit to him, fully, blissfully, and enjoy every second of Ramon having you. Each change of position, each change of pace, each heated kiss…he only stops when you don’t look at him. When his cock is deep inside of you, his hands gripping your throat, his eyes fixed on your face, waiting for you to look at him.

Each time he’d punish you for it by stopping , pulling out, or edging you until you made eye contact. Each time, the panting mess he’s left you in, your eyes finally meet his, he responds with that devilish grin before fucking you again…

By time Ramon’s done with you, your body buzzing with sweet euphoric release, he nearly drags you out of Roxanne and brings you home. He drives too fast on the way over and is ontop of you again before the door fully closes.

You two continue to fuck thought the night, with breaks, on the softness of his very expensive mattress. You lose all concept of time, of right and wrong, of morality -

At some point, fresh off another orgasm and out of breath, you fix your eyes on the ceiling. The first signs of daylight show, sunlight trickles into the room. Your heavy lids start to close, sleep lulling you once more.

You feel the bed shift as Ramon climbs out, pulls the curtains closed and jumps back into bed. The look on his face is a mix of bliss and sleepiness. Ramon lays on his side and pulls you against him, then wraps his arm around your body.

Ramon takes a deep breath, squeezes you a little tighter, then falls asleep. So do you.

…

Later that morning, you awoke to an empty bed. Pulling your tired body into the bathroom, you take a much needed shower and clean up. On the way out, you notice Ramon bought some of the bags into his room. You shift through, finding something as close to casual as you can get and slip it on.

Before leaving the bedroom, you stand in front of the mirror, staring into your own reflection. You fucked up. You fucked up bad.

Taking a breath, you shove it aside for later and leave the room. You find Ramon in the massive living room, the side with the pool in it. He’s dripping wet, sitting on the floor and eating a pastry. Just to his left is Dina on the couch, they’re talking and occasionally looking at the TV on the wall.

When Ramon sees you, he lights up and rises to his feet. The leopard print speedo is impossible to ignore. Ramon takes no time getting to you, not with those long legs. He leans forward and kisses you.

“You want some breakfast?” His smile is contagious, so you smile too. But you don’t really feel like smiling.

You aren’t hungry.  You just betrayed yourself, your career, the oath you took. You betrayed it so many times in one night, you lost count.

But you can’t confess any of this. One wrong move, expression, or comment and you could blow your cover. It’s already taking everything in you to hide how anxious you’re actually feeling.

You were finally in the clear with Dina, or so you think. Maybe she’s just distracted with her upcoming wedding. Either way, this is not a moment for you to break. You kiss Ramon once more and notice Benjamin entering the room.

Matching Ramons smile, you smooth his wet hair away from his face and say, “I’m starving.”

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Am I dreaming? The woke Left are suddenly worried about freedom of expression. The very people who have spent years calling cancel culture a myth, and dismissing the rise of censorship as some pearl-clutching moral panic, are now railing against the clampdown on dissent and protest, specifically Suella Braverman’s attempts to ban tomorrow’s “pro-Palestine” Armistice Day march. 

Owen Jones, Guardian columnist and Corbynista TV personality, has slammed what he calls the “deliberate and hysterical campaign” to ban the march. In a video, he took aim at those Right-wingers who have forgotten their supposed liberal principles where these demos are concerned: “[S]ome of those who talk about threats to free speech, cancel culture, ‘the Left are dangerous authoritarians’, they’re the ones leading the charge, trying to ban a mass, peaceful protest because they don’t like it.” 

Novara Media’s Ash Sarkar has also been getting in on the act. “Why is it that supporters of Israel have such a low tolerance for dissenting opinion?”, she asked on Twitter / X.

The University and College Union (UCU) is similarly up in arms after the government sent a letter to UK Research and Innovation, the national funding agency for science and research, demanding to know why it had appointed two people to an advisory group on equality, diversity and inclusion (EDI) who had made questionable comments in response to the Israel-Hamas conflict. (One had said the government’s planned crackdown on “Hamas support” was “disturbing”.) The EDI group has since been disbanded and UCU chief Jo Grady has written to the secretary of state for science, innovation and technology, Michelle Donelan, expressing her concerns about a “chilling effect on freedom of speech and academic freedom”. 

So, in an apparently stunning turnaround, the bourgeois, academic Left has gone from sneering at we “free-speech warriors” to trying to claim the mantle for themselves. Last night, Owen Jones tried to do just this at an online UCU event. “We hold the flame of genuine free speech”, he said, calling on the Left to mount a campaign for “actual free speech” – as opposed to the presumably phoney free speech advocated by all those awful culture warriors. UCU put out a clip of his speech online, but then deleted it, following an almighty roasting on social media.

The reason the clip was roasted was, of course, because Owen Jones and the UCU and many other Left-wingers currently speaking up for the right to dissent are completely full of it. It is clear to me that they do not believe in free speech or academic freedom at all. If they did, they wouldn’t have expended so much energy in recent years insisting that campus censorship was a non-issue, all while demonising dissenting academics. 

In 2020, Jones tried to get an Oxford employee sacked over an unpleasant tweet he posted about Sarkar. UCU, for its part, is a paid-up supporter of the Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions campaign, which blacklists Israeli academics. It has also led the crusade against trans-sceptical voices within academia. Kathleen Stock, the gender-critical philosopher, finally decided to leave the University of Sussex, after months of agitation against her, when her own UCU branch denounced her and sided with the trans activists who had been making her life hell.

As for the right to protest, the woke Left had nothing to say when anti-lockdown protesters had their collars felt, time and again, during the pandemic. Apparently, those opposing the unprecedented theft of our civil liberties were undesirables, unworthy of the right to assemble. Meanwhile, those who have taken to the streets every Saturday in recent weeks to chant genocidal slogans like “From the river to the sea”, while plastered in pro-Hamas stickers, are actually noble freedom fighters whose rights must be respected.

To say that Jones et al are inconsistent on free speech isn’t strictly accurate. They’re incredibly consistent… in their double standards. They only ever defend free speech and the right to protest for those who happen to agree with them. They’re fierce supporters of the freedom to think exactly as they do. Which is why they can carry on like modern-day Mary Whitehouses one minute, then bemoan the clampdown on dissent the next.

No doubt, there have been many on the Right who have jettisoned their free-speech credentials in the wake of Hamas’s brutal pogrom in Israel and the disgusting response it has sparked on Britain’s streets. To my mind, the best way to oppose this anti-Semitic bile is not censorship, but more speech, more counter-protests and more agitation. We need to challenge the Israelophobes out in the open and deny them the status of free-speech martyrs.

But the Tories’ double standards on free expression are as nothing when compared to the rank hypocrisy of the woke Left. They don’t believe in free speech. They believe in me speech. And we shouldn’t let them get away with pretending otherwise.

#nunyas news #if not for double standards #some would have none

[clochanamarc]

u get another teaser drabble for what's to come in 2024 for aisling and the squad, but before i dive into it: this year is a whole JOURNEY, yk? a real saga of so many parts for aisling and the family and ur muses too (if u want!! bc i very much want ye to feel like u can be involved!) but this is like. i've been so excited abt this for so long, and that's all i wanna say atm, but i will be making a post to outline stuff if y'all wanna plot smth involved w this year's overall arc!

she's never driven as fast as this in her life. rubber burning, tires defying every natural law of physics as they power through puddles and thin air and loose gravel to bring her to the blooming flower of smoke that protrudes from the familiar block. the police have already set up the tape, not for a crime scene but rather to keep the others safe, when she skids to a halt next to them, abandoning the keys in the ignition, door open, knowing nobody would be stupid enough to steal it tonight.

" will! " she's racing forward, and the officer instinctively lifts a hand. " where are they?! "

" aisling-- "

" where?! " she's about to move past him, but he plants a hand on her shoulder with admittedly lacking wisdom. adrenaline and terror and trauma collide. she catches his wrist, twists it down and away from her arm, and uses a swirl of energy to pin him down against the bonnet of a police car.

" wait! dammit, wait, wait, wait! " he's yelling, his free hand waving out frantically, and it takes a second for her to grasp that he isn't speaking to her, but to the alarmed back-up who take positions and size her up, a hair away from a chaotic choice. " she's alright! she's fine, ais, you're okay, i'm sorry, let me explain-- "

" where the hell are they?! " she's releasing him, brushing past the others like flies, when she sees a familiar face emerging from the rubble of the diner. " woo-- "

" alright, let's all just take a second... jones, we found seven of the kids. they're fine, they're unharmed. well... eli dislocated an arm, but-- "

" i have eight children. "

" ... you still do, yes. but aisling, we... we need to talk about that-- "

" what... " she's not sure which way is up anymore. jimmy has an arm outstretched, but her gaze is fixed on the destruction around them. blackened bricks. scorched rubble. veins of darkness that spiral across the tarmac. metal lampposts twisted and contorted. her fingertips catch on a piece of lightly melted tinsel, flames reflecting against the cheap gleam of the plastic. " who's missing? " nobody answers her. nobody wants to say it. her hands curl into tight fists, and she turns, eyes filled with tears of heartbreak and rage and disbelief. " who did he take, woo? "

" well... that's just it, jones. aisling... mister kelly was not responsible for this. they did. they fled shortly after, and... there's something else you should know. "

" you're not making any sense; you mean one of my kids did this? one of my kids melted concrete and levelled a four storey building? "

" please. aisling-- "

" aisling. " the voice alone drives her stomach into the ground. he's standing in the hazy smoke, soot and dust staining the holy collar, black shirt crumpled from the madness. oisín. the boy who forgot. the man who remembers. the lost-and-found brother who opens out his arms, and places her in a gentle, feather-light embrace. " i need you to listen now... "

" no. " her voice betrays the full measure of fear and devastation that besieges her heart. but he won't let her pull away; he holds her tighter, and places a gentle hand on the back of her head, voice thick with tears.

" he's gone, ais. i'm sorry-- "

" shut up, shut up, don't you-- oisín, please, please-- "

" he's dead. "

she's crying, and her legs give out beneath her, but he holds her upright, forcing her to bear it all. " don't do this- "

but he has to.

and so he does.

" stanley's dead. "

#drabble. #death tw #death mention tw #( i'll say this tho: it's not what it seems ) #( that's all u get ) #( also like ) #( it's not an event that happens NOW ) #( this actually happens in april but i want to set it up for u <3 ) #( just to show the stakes and the themes ) #( plus it's so important to me that aisling isn't the only main character ) #( the moving pieces and parts and players in this are all so vital ) #( and also i got angsty while listening to hoz.ier so this is the drabble )

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Peter Tork with Russian poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko, Toby and Bob Rafelson and others in Honolulu, December 1966; Davy Jones, Micky Dolenz, and Peter onstage in Honolulu on December 3, 1966. Photos by KRLA Beat, Jerry Y. Chong for the Honolulu Advertiser, unnamed (including a screenshot from Peter’s My Generation interview), Honolulu Star-Advertiser.

“The Honolulu International Center Arena was jammed when The Monkees took the stage. Even Russian poet Yevgeny Yevutshenko was there to see what the Monkees could do. The Monkees — David Jones, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork and Micky Dolenz — are an ingenious combination of music and mirth. They sing fairly well — when you can hear them between the screams — but what they lack in vocal finesse, they make up in stage presence. Talk about energy! […] Micky’s take-off […] on James Brown — and remember those gaudy aloha shirts that were used? — featured some fancy footwork and from-the-heart wailing. It, easily, was the evening’s highlight. Perhaps the favorite Monkee was David who, with puppy-dog eyes and long, flowing hair, was the best-overall performer. His Broadway stage experience — he was in Oliver — was very much in evidence when he belted out ‘The Joker’ and ‘I Wanna Be Free.’ Peter, too, was a sensation when he plucked his banjo (he’s usually on guitar) and chanted a folk tune. He had a Ringo-like naivete, and looked like the Dutch Boy on the cleanser. Mike, unfortunately, gets into the act too infrequently. He has the makings of a real charmer — he’s a funny fellow — but he lets his buddies take the spotlight. […] The Monkees were dynamite.” - Wayne Harada, The Honolulu Advertiser, December 5, 1966

“Mike also does a very funny imitation of L.B.J. and during the hour and a half takeover of KPOI by the Monkees, he demonstrated this in what has to be the funniest newscast ever, anywhere. ‘Peter Tork, Honolulu, and Mike Nesmith, Honolulu,’ did a Huntley-Brinkley five minutes that proved their ad lib and improvisational ability. Mike reported, ‘President Johnson called the United Nations today and asked U Thant if he might be a little more familiar with him and call him “U.”’ Peter chimes in, ‘And he replied, “Nu.”’ [Micky] Dolenz was having such a ball playing disc jockey [(]’Hi there everybody, this is the [Micky] the D show on KPOI’) that he begged for permission to come back and do the all night show. […] During their hectic airport arrival last week, the Monkees were mobbed when several hundred screaming teenaged girls broke through a restraining rope. Their limousine was surrounded, but all the boys got inside except Peter Tork who was forced to climb on top [of] the car in the rush. One of the show’s promoters saw the car start to pull away and leaped on the trunk to try to keep Peter form falling. As the car sped down the runway, a safe distance away from the mob of girls still chasing after it, Peter turned to the passenger clinging to the trunk and said calmly, ‘Tom Moffatt, I presume?’ He was right! During the ride in from the airport, some enterprising fan pulled alongside the Monkees’ car and handed a wool hat to Mike Nesmith, who still clutched it as they checked into the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. As they rested in their rooms on arrival, devouring fresh pineapple as if they hadn’t eaten in weeks and listening to the radio, Mike said in his Texas drawl, ‘How come it’s so low?’ Although it seemed a normal level to me, he walked over and turned it louder than radio has ever been in the Royal. The Monkees clown among themselves just as much as they do before an audience. The Saturday night show was sold out even before the group arrived Thursday afternoon.
The Monkees demonstrated that they were actors, performers and showmen, and in live performances, that is what’s important, what with all the screaming that inevitably goes on.” - Dave Donnelly, Honolulu Star-Bulletin, December 7, 1966

“[W]e went to Hawaii and then we did our first hour long show. [...] We started off with just the four of us and then we broke down and solo turns with the backup band, the opening act band came out and backed us up for solo turns — and then they left and we finished the hour, just the four of us. We did an hour that way. It was nerve-wracking because we’d never played an hour in front of people before and we had a few ideas and we tried them and they didn’t work very well. But it was an out-of-town tryout. We were in Hawaii (laughs) and word was not gonna get back if we were really, really terrible. (laughs)” - Peter Tork, Rock Cellar Magazine, 2016

#Peter Tork #Davy Jones #Micky Dolenz #Michael Nesmith #The Monkees #Monkees #Tork quotes #1960s #60s Tork #10s Tork #Bob Rafelson #et al #<3 #'Peter too was a sensation when he plucked his banjo' :) #Peter deserved better #Tork performances #screenshots #Monkees fans #sorry about the picture quality of some of these #long read #where are the KPOI radio takeover tapes? #Tork fan recollections #1966 #Rock Cellar Magazine #Honolulu Star-Bulletin #The Honolulu Advertiser #can you queue it

[againstthegrainphoto]

man, I've been so busy I've hardly had time to process that the Kraken season is over...so buckle up, this gon be a long one...I'm so grateful to have found hockey, which has taken the place as my main source of serotonin since the music scene has become such a shit show and my favorite bands have become accumulating disappointments. I'm so grateful to have met the people I have because of this team. I'm grateful that I have personally grown as a photographer because of this team. I've never photoed sports of any kind prior to this....aside from my mom making me photo my sister when she did collage basketball....and it's such a completely different monster from concert photog, but also super fulfilling. Plus, I am literally just a fan with a camera, I have no obligation to share anything, I owe no one any of the shots, I take these photos for 127% of my own enjoyment. If there is a shot of my Favorite™ I want to keep for me, I can and will keep it for me and my close friends only. Which is surprisingly freeing and a good feeling. That considered.....I took a few minutes to throw together a photo summary of my Kraken encounters this season. I've been hoarding photos all season to hopefully get me through the off season with minimal withdrawals....so you can expect more photos to trickle through this account as the offseason wears on.

11/8/22: kraken v predators. lars doing lars things. unfortunately geeks was clearly caught in friendly fire. W 5-1.

11/9/22: Tanev at practice.

12/17/22: Geekie and Burky at practice.

1/16/23: Kraken v lightning. kraken ice is so pretty. L 1-4.

1/21/23: Eberly and Jones at practice....jonesy says gtfo.

1/22/23: Kraken Skills Challenge: Lars & Dunner. I just think they're neat.

2/20/23: Sharks v Kraken: McCann. Being able to visit my best fren and have her take me to see her team play my team in her city was the highlight of my year. The score, however, was not. L 0-4.

3/9/23: kraken v senators. I absolutely would not want to be that guy. lol. but it was such a frustrating game. L 5-4.

3/29/23: Gourde having a good time at practice.

4/1/23: My favorite Dunner doing my favorite Dunner things at practice.

4/3/23: Kraken v coyotes. After a team celly I some how caught Matty tripping over his own skates....don't worry, in the next shot he was laughing so hard about this. W 8-1.

4/6/23: Kraken v coyotes. Being at this game was memories I will never forget. From the people in front of me lifting an infant in my line of view, to the row of girls behind me who were there for I'm not sure what reason, but clearly had no idea hockey was even a sport before this day, to the dude on my right man sitting next to me, to the fact I was sick af and snotting in my mask(not covid, I tested like 80 times that week)....none of that hindered my joy of seeing the squid squad clinch a playoff spot. So much happy. big W 4-2.

4/13/22: The last practice this season I was able to go to. so you get some love for Gru.

4/24/23: kraken v avalanche game 4: I didn't think I'd ever be able to be able to go to a playoff game, but my haunting of the apps plus the fact I got an alaska check in april allowed me to be able to see this game in person. It was a wild ride. Seeing Canner get hurt was one of the worst things ever. Seeing Ebs score the ot winner one of the best things ever. By this time in the season I acknowledge that Sprong's absolute madman, cryptid, gremlin energies have grown on me like mold and I've become overly fond of him. I will be very Sad™ if they don't keep him. (and I wonder where that gum ended up....) W 3-2.

5/13/23: Kraken v stars game 6. I thought my personal season had ended and I wouldn't get to see them until next season. But because they lost the game prior it caused ticket prices to plummet and I was able to scoop one up for an insanely low price. I'm so very very very glad I did. It was probably my favorite game I went to this year. It was the win that forced game 7. It also ended up being the last home game of the entire season. So special. W 6-3.

I'm so thankful to the Kraken for giving everyone...the fans, the city, the team, the game, THEMSELVES....the season they did. Seeing them the first year while not even knowing what a power play was....but also knowing that those passes should probably connect to other kraken players.....to seeing them fucking dominating like they did this year has been one of the funnest things I've taken part of in the city of seattle in the past decade. Being able to roll out of bed and drive down the street to see (and photo) them practice is one of my favorite things to do. And the game skates.....also one of my favorite things. And buoy....boy did I have some questions and concerns when they first unveiled him....but now, I'm completely smitten. I adore him. He's perfect. A perfect ball of high strung anxiety that is just right for seattle.

And I'm thankful for all you kraken/hockey fans who have followed and interacted with me here. It was an awesome season and I can't wait for the next.

#did I just do my own exit interview??? #lol #seattle kraken #kraken lb #squid squad #that's kraken hockey baby #againstthegrainphotography #🦑🦑🦑 #⚓️™️

[mercurygray]

Dispatches from the groupchat: Marines in the ETO 😏 aka Ack Ack and Eddie in Normandy. Juno xx

This is just a little bit of light nonsense.

"Lieutenant Jones, you're going to get us into trouble."

It was Friday, and the bar was busy, and Eddie Jones was smiling at something - or someone, more likely - across the room, sipping his beer like he wanted someone to notice. That would have been well and good in London, but they weren't in London, now, and about as far off their home turf as it was possible to get.

Eddie looked innocent. "What did I do?"

Andy snorted. "Not what you did - more what you're thinking about doing."

"And what's that when it's at home, Skipper?"

"Asking one of those girls to dance."

Eddie scoffed. "It's a free country, isn't it? And you were thinking it too, I know you were. That tall dark-haired lieutenant looks like she's about your size."

Andy could only sigh - the lieutenant in question was very pretty, with the distinct air of a girl he probably could have danced with at Bowdoin about her, but he wasn't really in the mood. He could, however, spot at a glance the girl Eddie was thinking about - eight months on their training course had taught him a lot about his second in command's likes and dislikes. "Don't tell me - the sergeant with the brassy hair who keeps looking this way."

"Man's got eyes, doesn't he?" Eddie said with a shrug, smiling a little wider when the aformentioned sergeant met his eye again, gaze mischievous over the top of her beer. "We're all fighting the same war."

"But not with the same service," Andy observed. "They're Army - paratroopers, even. And I don't much feel like getting jumped by their friends." The rest of the bar was packed with soldiers, including a large number wearing jumpwings and the same shoulder patches as the girls. This was supposed to be a quiet weekend away from school, and he didn't really want to spend it finding out if Devil Dogs could beat Screaming Eagles in a fight.

"Aw, I think we could take 'em, Skip," Eddie said with a grin, "Retreat, hell, we just got here."

It was just like Ed to quote that at him, especially when there were girls involved. But Andy never got to talk him down - the girls, it seemed, cared as little for retreating as Eddie did.

"Are you just going to keep staring or ask us to dance, sailor?" the shorter of the two asked with a look that would have taken all but the most seasoned salt by surprise. "I never thought the Marines were one for being shy."

"Was just waiting for the right moment," Eddie replied, all easy charm and loose smiles. He'd explained it, once, at the bar on a Friday after one of the other operatives on their course asked him how it was that women just seemed drawn to him. Hell, isn't anything special. Just smiles and waiting. It was true, though - more women stopped for more chats with Hillbilly than anyone Andy had ever known - and he'd played three sports in college.

"And do those curls of yours come with a name? My mother told me never to dance with men I hadn't been introduced to."

It was a good thing Eddie liked his women forthright - other guys wouldn't have tried that on. "Jones, miss. Edward Jones, at your service. And this here's -"

"Andrew Haldane."

"Billie Mitchell," the brazen bronze announced. "Not to be confused with the Air Corps. And this Molly."

"Mahoney," her friend added, shaking Andy's hand after he'd offered it.

"Well, Lieutenant Jones?" The one called Billie held out her hand, and Eddie was only too glad to take it. Andy did the same for her friend after half a moment, feeling like a heel that he hadn't been quicker on the draw. Girls noticed things like that, and he had a feeling this pair didn't miss much.

The radio was broadcasting some sort of Command Performance concert, Glen Miller or Harry James running through a high-energy dance number, a soloist warbling about doing the jive. "I'd apologize for Billie but I'm not sure it's necessary," Molly offered, once they were on the floor and had picked up the beat. "Your friend doesn't seem to mind."

"Eddie's never one to pass up a pretty girl -and truth be told, he was heading in the same direction."

"And you, Captain?" He tried not to look guilty as charged. "If you were hoping to get in with Lieutenant Warren, I'm sorry to burst your bubble. She's not likely to take a shine to Marines - they nearly sent her on a warbond tour with one."

"So that's the famous Amazon." Now that she'd said it he could place the face, seen on a dozen different recruiting posters and nearly every major magazine. She looked a little different, away from the spotlight. Pretty, certainly, but nothing worth stopping the war over. "Can't say I had any special designs on anyone - God's truth," he added, when she looked ready to call him a liar. "I'm just here to keep Eddie out of trouble."

"Good luck with that," Molly said with a smile, glancing over at the two of them, Billie tucked up neatly into Eddie's tall, spare frame, closer than two bodies who'd just met ought to be. "Trouble is Billie's middle name."

#i have written a thing #billie mitchell #molly mahoney #all the alternate universes #why yes billie IS taking eddie home thanks for asking #mercurygraypresents

[reporterleroux]

Dropping this I wrote about cor au then leaving again lmao!!!

7th August, 2018.

The day that life Grimsborough changed for everyone. However, for Louis Leroux, that day wasn't today. He never got to help out in the battle of Grimsborough since he had been hospitalised not long before due to his injuries from his second murder attempt in prison. To say it messed him up was probably an understatement. He was scarred from pretty much head to toe, was in a wheelchair again and sporting new prosthetic arms as they couldn't be reattached like his legs were. He was miserable, stuck in hospital alone with no one to talk to. He had hardly seen anyone he cared for since he went into prison weeks prior, not that he kept track of how long ago that was anyways. He had caught glimpses of his fellow Ad Astra members in prison, but never enough for it to be worthwhile. He thought he was going to die in that cell, and on this specific day he wished he did. He was given the go ahead to be free to move around in his wheelchair recently, so he decided to sit outside of his hospital room for a change of scene. Today was a bad day to choose. He never knew what was going on, and he was constantly seeing people he knew and cared for come in past him in hospital beds, surrounded by medical professionals. Rozetta, Julia, Jones, Rita... And worst of all for him, Joe. Panic immediately rose in him when he saw him pass by. He looked extremely pale, barely consious and had blast trauma all across the left side of his face. It was heartbreaking for Louis, seeing the love of his life on the verge of death. He tried to go after him, only to be stopped by staff and taken back to his own room. He was in tears, he cried as much as his injuries and energy would let him. He knew there was nothing he could do until they allowed visitors into Joe's room. All he could do was wait.

After a few hours, which felt more like a few days, he was able to go see him. He made his way over to the room as quick as he could, leaving no room for any hesitation. He set himself up next to Joe's bed, frowning when he saw him. He was asleep for a start, but his injuries looked so much worse up close. If it was possible for his heart to break even more than it already had, it happened in that exact moment. He swore he'd protect those he cared for, but now felt entirely useless as this entire time he was hooked up in bed with no idea as to what was happening. He was snapped out of his thought when he heard Joe speaking. "Mi amor..?" He sounded weak, exhausted and as if he wanted to just sleep for the rest of his life. "Hey... It's me. I'm here..." Joe smiled a little, turning his head to get a better view of his boyfriend. He seemed more concerned over his healed injuries compared to his fresh ones, it was obvious when he reached a hand out to cup his face. Louis instantly teared up as he leaned into the touch, he hadn't felt this in a long time and he missed it dearly. "I've missed you so much..." Joe said barely above a whisper, but it still got to Louis regardless. "Me too... It's been too long..." He smiled a little as he took Joe's hand in his own. It caused Joe to absentmindedly frown. It wasn't the same. The warmth and comfort from his hand was replaced with a feeling of cold metal. It upset him to think the previous time he held his boyfriends hand would be the very last. Louis picked up on this, and it caused him to frown too. He was framed, it wasn't his fault he was in there, yet all he could do was apologise. "No, it's okay... You can't help it. We'll get through it together. How's that sound?" "Yeah... That sounds good. It would be nice to have you help. Maybe it can help us get closer..." The Spaniard nodded in agreement, the smile returning on his face. "Once we get outta here, I'm gonna give you the best future I can give you. I promise." That was a promise he kept for the rest of his life, to give the love of his life the best future possible.

#criminal case #criminal case the conspiracy #criminal case game #joe warren #ad astra #louis leroux