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Remember when Starbucks released a July 5th/independence day reusable cup and for an inexplicable reason the design was the l’manburg flag?

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The Talk of The Ton

A Bridgerton Inspired Nightcrawler x Reader fanfiction Part 1 of what should assumed to be many No beta readers, we die like... :)

Please read the Trigger Warnings:

This Chapter:

Parents abusing their children

Others to follow with updates...

"This is my least favorite thing." He declares as the carriage rumbles against the road. "Honestly, I understand that I must make appearances to represent that house but why so many? I just got back home and now I'm being flaunted around like a peacock!" His company, a woman in a dark veil and even darker attire taps his shoe with her cane as a warning. "You are going to dance with everyone who even attempts to encourage an ask. Do you understand?" She responds in a tone that rivaled ice. He can only look away from her to the upcoming estate, well alit from touches and candlelight. "Am I clear?" He doesn't spare her a glance. "Yes, my lady." He utters in an attempt to not sound like a grit. The woman sits straighter with a sigh. "Honestly, you should be thanking me. Curiosity will be doing half of the work for you this season." He scoffs. "And my charm will be doing the rest?"

She swings her cane at his calve, making him wince and seeth. "No, you idiot. The rest will be your title. It would be a miracle for you to find a love match." He restrains himself from doing the thing he's been dreaming of since childhood. But he knew better. To kill her here, where she is expected. To kill her now, while she is expecting. No. He would be the first to be accused and the one to be hung. So he does as he always did when the temptation crossed him; inhale with intent, exhale with ease, and sit up straight to appease. It was always easier like this.

He swears he can see her smile under the veil.

"Do not interrupt me. I am meeting with a colleague that may usher you to a promising future." He glances "As a show pony or a fighting dog this time?" She smiles through a scoff. "Extracurriculars build character."

"So does having friends." She pauses. "Everything I did was for the betterment of you. Everything." She raises a hand to his chin. He pulls away only for her to snatch it and force him to look at her. "Everything I do is for this family. And whether you like it or not, you are the only heir to this family." He sneers "I promise you, I will be the ruin of this family. After all, the only thing this family has done is ruin me." He yanks himself away from her clutch. Just before the woman can argue, the carriage stops. "You are lucky that I am a patient, understanding woman." He turns to her "Understanding women don't send their sons to different countries before they can realize themselves."

The carriage door slams shut, rocking the vehicle as he leaps to the ground. The coachman glances and sighs before driving away while the newly appointed heir curses under his breath. Although his physique mutes its bitter bite, the cold manages to make him shiver. At least, he hoped it was just the breeze.

The overcoat he's wearing is a thin thing as he overheats easily, but that doesn't mean it isn't classy. Black as the night to those who see him storm up the stairs. Unless onlookers are unfortunate enough to see the scowl on his face. Yet the blood red inside it shows through the tail. It might be enough of a distraction.

Once he enters, an astute butler glances before he offers to take the man's coat and matching top hat, to which he obliges, revealing his dark hair and concealed ears to the lovely ladies looking his way. He pays them no mind though, as the music calls his attention far more than his obligations.

Where there is music there is merriment, and where there is merriment, there is bound to be liquor. However, he is more than prepared to nurse a bottle of champagne if the host is occupied with sharing more quality drinks. Speaking of, he didn't ask his dear mother who was hosting this shindig.

Entering the ballroom only yielded what he feared, people. None of which he thinks will be prepared to see glorious him. But then again, no one is truly ready to witness glory.

He does as he always does, a deep breath, prompts a recollection of his time and the circus, and imagines the impression of a push to the small of his back, just as Marie used to do. One step turns to two, two turns to a stride, and the next thing the lord knows, he is beside himself near a platter of macaroons.

The awareness of the eyes on him isn't lost upon him, but it is dulled with the cheers at the introduction of the Nightcrawler. "Excuse me, sir," A voice addressed through the memory, making him look to the adresser. It is a man in his prime, taller than the lord, but most are, with slicked-back brown hair, adorned with red tinted specials and a suit that he could have sworn he saw in fashion a few years ago in Germany. By no means was it unfashionable, the motif of gold amongst its navy was very aesthetically pleasing. But by all means, this dress was not the latest trend.

He looks at the gentleman's eyewear. "Ja? Bin ich eine zu große Ablenkung für dich, Baummann? To what do I owe the pleasure?" He offers a smile to the man, who seems to be at eased by the openness. "I am Lord Summers, of the house of Summers," The man offers a small bow out of decency. "I was hoping to make your acquaintance as I have not encountered you before." The smaller man chuckles as he feels more eyes on him. The stir he is about to cause, oh he cannot help the growing smile. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Forgive my English as I have been abroad for so long that I prefer German." He offers a dramatic bow and rises to the now curious man. The ghost of a laugh bubbles through the smaller man. "I am Kurtis Wagner, Viscount of the House of Ravens."

The ensuing murmurs and gasps fill the crowd, making the viscount smile as he straightens. "A pleasure, Lord Summers," He offers his hand, to which the lord takes almost immediately. Kurtis smiles a little as he leans close to the lord. "You are a brave one for bothering to introduce yourself." he breathes. The lord laughs. "Curiosity isn't bravery. Bravery implies I'm running into danger to save someone else," he murmurs. The Viscount tightens his hold on the lord for a moment before releasing it with a chuckle. "You are a clever one, ja?" he asks as the murmurs enraptures the room, drawing out his and the lord's conversation entirely. "As I assume you are." the lord offers him a smile. Kurtis only smirks.

"My Viscount, it would be a pleasure to introduce you to the host of this ball." The lord offers. "If you are not too occupied that is," He smiles. Kurtis looks him over. He's seen his fair share of men, all of whom were wicked as most men were. But this one... that smile of his is intriguing. Kurtis takes a macaroon and shrugs "Would you say that the host is good company?" The lord laughs "I'd say he's a free thinker, an educated man. He's interested in all people. Not just that of the society we live in." The man pushes his spectacles closer to the bridge of his nose. The viscount muses the offer even though he knows his answer. "Scheiß drauf, all can see I am a man of curiosity. Indulge me, Herr Sommer." The lord offers a smile "If you please," he addresses before starting in a direction. The viscount follows, noticing the distinct lack of music.

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This is a very admirable project. Thank you.

It is my great honor to introduce you all to a comprehensive compilation of 239 Dream SMP coordinate sets

For the past few days, I've been working on getting this website up and running, and here is the first version! It contains 239 unique locations for you to explore. Most importantly, it includes instructions on how to download the world and install it, both on single-player worlds, and on servers.

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Roadmap: - Adding more categories to sort locations by - Adding information on items, enderchests, important book locations, etc. - And more !

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Logging off

Pt: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Sighing into darkness became Kurt's newest pastime as feelings clouded his judgment. What can be made of a situation like this?

It's been a long time since Kurt had contemplated his feelings for someone else, and this may be the first time someone else confessed to him. He's typically the one pinning or flirting with only hopes in his heart, not the other way around. To have the ball in his court is leaving him frozen mid-play with the highest stakes on the line- his friendship with you.

He's never considered you in this light before. That isnt to say it's a bad thing, far from it! Yet, he can't stop pacing back and forth along any and all surfaces to even attempt to understand how to decipher this. Pros and Cons are the only things he can trust since the waters of his mind are murky.

"... it wouldn't be a bad thing. Would anything really change?" He mumbled. The thought of kissing them when they think no one is looking has crossed his mind before, and cuddling together in the depths of the night has... lingered from time to time.

Telling each other things no one else would ever know is a common thing they do but... would it be more intimate even though it would be under the covers and not on top of them? Learning everything about them and worshiping all of it as it culminated in one of the most radiant beings he's seen. With eyes of raw hope and a smile that he could- no- would die for...

He finds himself in the middle of his room, his wide gaze stuck to the floor. "Mein gott..." his eyes widened slightly as a hand held his forehead. For a moment, the solution is clear. Y/n was just down the hall- he could just-

Yet when he impacted from the ceiling onto the floor, reality set him straight. "No no- Wir dürfen nicht voreilig sein, Wagner. Das kann kein Gewinn sein, denn wenn das… was auch immer das ist! Auf Gefühle zu reagieren, die wir gerade bekommen haben, wäre ihnen gegenüber nicht fair." He quietly scolds himself. A beat passes as he contemplates this more. Factors he never considered bounced around his mind until he ultimately sighed. The only way he could make sure of this was to test it with time, although how Y/n reacted to his plea would be crucial.

Kurt returned to his pacing as ideas on how to tell them weighed him down with each step.

He waited a few days, just to be sure of himself.

Eventually, he caught you on your lunch break. Your door was cracked open, revealing you hunched over your desk grading some papers. “Hey, Y/n?” You raised your head, giving Kurt a surprised smile. “Hey, Kurt! Whatcha need?” He takes a breath “Can I talk to you?” You nod, already cleaning up your desk “I’m guessing this is a door closed conversation?” Kurt chuckles as she steps inside “Ja, very much so.” You nod and get a spare chair from close by as Kurt closes the door behind him. “Is it about the elephant or something else?” Kurt cocks a brow before realizing what you meant “Oh! The elephant being the post?” You sigh a little “Y-yeah…” he nods a little as he holds the back of his neck.

You only motion to the chair and sit back in your own. “Any verdict?” You sigh as you take out a bag from your desk drawer. Kurt smiles slightly as he sees your gummy bears “Honestly, I’m lost Y/n.” Your eyes catch his just as he looks up to you.

What attempts you make to play cool was interrupted by the bag breaking open, starting the both of you. A pause follows before you chuckle awkwardly “Sorry, um… I don’t mean to pry but, would it be okay for me to ask for elaboration?” You say while offering the bag. He smiles sightly and holds out his hand. A few bears fall into his palm before you retracted the sweets. Kurt popped one onto his mouth and chewed while considering the question. All the while you occupied yourself by sorting your palm- sized selection by color.

“I… I don’t want to get your hopes up,” you look at him, his gaze fixated on the desk rather than you. “…but I also don’t want to drag you along.” You can only slump at that. You didn’t know what you were expecting. Part of you wanted a confession that rivaled that of fanfiction or maybe an outright refusal like you’ve gotten so many times in the past. I hurt a little, but this was your life.

“So… what do you want to do?” You leaned a little into the question. “I… I don’t know, Liebling. Truly.” You looked away for a moment before returning to him. “Do you think going back to being friends would be easier for you? For us?” He leaned over himself, his elbows propped onto his knees for support. His eyes look into your own for a long time, yet he too broke away “I… I don’t know. I’ve never had a friend confess to me before…” he chuckled dryly. “It’s usually me taking a chance on strangers, or friends if I’ve really pined long enough… but this is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.” A hand holds his forehead. “And the worst part is that the feelings aren’t lost on me.” You tilt your head at that. “Kurt, do you feel the same?” His head rises, yet the only thing to be seen in his honey eyes is uncertainty. “Yes, but I know that I wouldn’t have gotten these before. I didn’t have feelings like these towards you until after you… this experience. And I know that acting on it isn’t fair to you.”

He keeps his eyes on you and you for him. An even yet uncertain gaze meets one equally steady, mixed with hope and controlled admiration. You eventually break the stare, turning away from him. “Y/n, I’m sorry…” he starts but you immediately interrupt him. “No- don’t you dare.” You say a little louder than you thought you would as he watches your face. Your throat slowly, but surely tightened. Your unexpected outburst of sorts managed to shut them up for at least a few moments as you took a breath. A breath to at least try to find the words.

Eventually, you turn back to him, he’s a little startled now. you almost falter. Almost.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He furrowed his brows “Ja, of course I do. Germany, that one December,” You nod “What was the first thing you told me?” He blinked at that, straightening a little as he racked his memory for that moment. It’s found though, making him sober “Never apologize for your emotions froline.” You nod. “Take a page out of your own book.” You sit up a little as he sits on that.

A moment passes before you continue. "Never force yourself to feel the feelings that I have for you, Kurt. Please. That would be worse than rejection. Rejection I can move past from.” You offer with a small smile. He only sighs “But I feel these things for you now…” you swallow “And?”

Confusion washes over his face. “Say we both do like each other after some time, would our dynamics change? Yeah of course I hope we would kiss and do other shit but the bear bones of our relationship- would that change?” The question eases the tension in his shoulders and back “No…Nein, I don’t think so.” You smile “Then let’s just continue as we are.” You offer. “ I know myself. And if you say you have the same feelings now… then I’ll wait for you. Just keep me updated. Okay?” You ask, a hope in your voice. He looks at you, amazed by how simple of an answer this was “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, Kurt you forget who you’re talking to.” You chuckle “I knew what I was getting into when I made that post. I knew what I was getting to if you ever realized or if I ever got the nerve to tell you. I thought about this a lot. This situation- admittedly, not as much…” he laughs “It’s better to have clarity on where we are than to just stumble in the dark.” You pop a few more bears into your mouth “Besides you’re still my best friend. I'm happy that baseline hasn't changed."

He finds himself sighing in relief only to follow up "Are you sure this is okay? I don't want to hurt you more Y/n." You shake your head. "Kurt, above everything else, I want to stay your friend. You are one of the best things that happened to me, and I want to keep you in my life for as long as whatever forces let it." He smiles and sits up. "Thank you, Y/n." They nod. "Just keep me in the loop Kurt. I won't pry, but I'd appreciate it." He nods and offers a hand for you to get up. You chuckle and take it. His grasp on your forearm is firm but warm. Sturdy and safe. "I promise you, I won't leave you in the dark. You can only smile at him. "So, are we back to watching all those live actions?" You smirk. He only groans through a smile. "Why? Why the Fox Docu-movies? Warum die Fox-Doku-Filme? Die sind so scheiße und sie charakterisieren mich so falsch! Und Rouge ist nicht mal meine Schwester-!"

You only laugh as life returns to a normal you can live with.

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run

Model used:

Just felt like testing out Blender for my MCSM animations, and it's ok but the rigs are a disaster and it's annoying to set things up honestly so I might stick to Mine-imator for a bit.

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"Everything is gonna be okay..."

This time I won't remain silent.

Following the recent election in the US, I want to send my support to all minorities there. The world is sick and gets sicker and sicker. Even if I'm a pessimist in general, we must believe in the brightest future. The fight is gonna be long but possible if we protect and take care of each other.

We can make it together.

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Hey everyone if you could share this around I would be really grateful

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S2E06- TARGET: APRIL O’NEIL

I know a LOT of people dislike the Apriltello ship, and for good reason. I think one of the main reasons it’s so cringe to watch now is because… Donnie just never takes the hint. So i re-boarded the scene after Don saves April from the Foot bots and Chromedome. He follows April back to the ice rink and comes to a sad realization.

As always, thank you to @fabuloustrash05 for giving me such a wonderful foundation to base my Fixing Apriltello series off of.

(ALSO he’s asking who he is because D at this point in the series doesn’t even know Casey’s name! So essentially he’s having to let her go into the arms of some stranger, but he hopes this guy protects her better than he could… okay oww this is hurting too much to type this😭)

ANIMATIC SONG CREDIT:

MY MASTERPOST HERE

Individual boards below the cut….

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LEAK THAT SHIT THEN IM SO SERIOUS

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The Four Sacred Artistic Motives:

-what if this bad thing was good instead

-how about Make-Believe Land can have whatever I want

-would that be fucked up or what

-I think that shit's hot

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thanks for the past 11 years