#& here i am serious well That Was That On That (thee flirting ever) in that 5 sec clip like well. 🏆 that was that on that

[unproduciblesmackdown]

wwaah ✨

[wormstacheangel]

Suptober Day 6: Cemetery Boys

wc: 1.3k tags: hunter!cas, human!cas, destiel au, case fic, a little grave digging and flirting never hurt anybody

This. This was the worst part of the job; Dean concludes as he shovels away another patch of dirt. He cringes when he realizes that actually the people dying are the worst part but digging up a grave is a close second.

“I am...never...playing that...stupid...fucking game. Again!”

He hated rock, paper, scissors anyways. Couldn’t they play darts or cards to settle bets? Why do they have to play such a childish game? And why does he always fucking lose?

Dean throws the dirt over his shoulder with ache arms. Sam suggested someone had to stay with the pretty girl and protect her from the ghost of some old-timey creep. So, now Sam is somewhere comforting the college cheerleader while Dean is struggling to climb out of the hole. He just needed a second—a minute.

Fuck, he needed a nap.

He was almost out when he saw someone running towards him.

“Shit!” Dean lost his footing and fell onto his back. Landing back into the grave with a loud groan.

He heard a loud chuckle before he opened his eyes and saw, “Wow. Aren’t you pretty?”

Dean saw the man roll his eyes, but all Dean could think about was how angelic the man looked with the glow of the moon behind him.

“Did I just die and gone to heaven?”

“If heaven is finishing this dig, then yes.” Dean barely heard his words cause he was putty under the voice. The deep fucking voice. “You’re Dean, right?”

Pretty boy knows my name! “Yeah.” Smooth. “Yeah, am I that famous already?”

“Your brother sent me over to check on you.” Pretty boy helped Dean out of the grave, holding his hand out and helping Dean regain his balance by holding a hand to his waist. “Says you were taking too long.”

Was this dude teasing him, or was he dead serious?

“Yeah, well, digging up a dead body isn’t as easy anymore.”

“I don’t think it was ever easy.”

Dean blinked at him, still unable to understand if the dude just had a dry humor or if he was fucking serious.

“Who the fuck even are you?” Dean finally asked, handing the guy the extra shovel before he could even answer.

He watched pretty boy take the shovel and jump into the hole with ease. Already digging when he answers in a deep groan. “I’m Castiel.”

It took a second for Dean to stop hearing the name bouncing off the walls in his brain. “Castiel?”

Cas gave him a slight nod, his lips in a tight line as he started to shovel off the dirt quickly. Dean sat down at the edge of the grave and watched him, enjoying the way his arms and back muscles stretch his shirt, but also in suspicion.

“And what the fuck are you doing here, Cas?”

“I was on my way to this hunt, actually.”

“So you’re a hunter.”

“I thought that was obvious.”

Yeah. Well. “Well, we did all the work already, so you can’t take the credit.”

“I don’t need credit. I just want to help.” Cas was already leaving a pretty good dent. “I was supposed to be here sooner, but my car broke down. Left it on the side of the road, hidden by some trees--can’t really call a mechanic when I have an arsenal in the back.”

Dean jumped in and grabbed his own shovel to help.

“Well, it must be your lucky day, Cas.” Cas looked up at him, eyebrows knitted together. “You are looking at one of thee best mechanics on this side of the country.”

“What about the other side?”

“I’m not so good over there.”

They both cracked a smile. So maybe Cas does have a dry sense of humor. And Dean...well, shit, Dean thinks he likes it.

“After we’re done here, maybe I can give you a ride back to your car? See what I can do.”

Cas was staring at him, almost as if he could see right through him, and Dean wasn’t sure if he liked it, but he sure as fuck can get addicted to being seen.

“I would appreciate that very much. Thank you, Dean.”

“No problem. Maybe that would make us even.” Dean says as his shovel hits something old. He slams the shovel down harder and cracks the wooden box. “Jackpot!”

Cas climbed out of the grave with ease and quickly turned around to help Dean out again. He wanted to show that he could get out all by himself, too, but he didn’t want to lose the opportunity to hold the damn dude’s big rough hands.

Shit. It’s been a while for him.

“Dean?” Dean noticed his gaze had fallen to the other man’s lips. It was formed into a small smile. “The salt?”

He’s a professional! He should not be letting this pretty boy interfere with the job. Since when has this been a rule? Now. He is starting now.

Dean picked up the salt, and before he could pour it out into the grave, he felt a familiar push of something hard knocking him back. He landed hard against a gravestone, his back getting the worst of it, while he heard his name being called out but everything was a little fuzzy. The figure before him, dressed in an old prison uniform, grinned down at him before he took hold of Dean’s neck. It was choking him.

“Dean!”

His vision faded as he tried to fight the ghost, but his legs just went through him. But eventually, he fell onto his knees, sucking in the air before a coughing fit started.

He felt strong arms around his shoulders, protecting him. “Come on, Dean. We gotta burn the remains.”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t just thrown across the graveyard like a damn rag doll.

Dean followed Cas’s lead without complaint, noticing now that the dude had a shotgun in hand. When they reached the grave again, there stood the ghost with the most fucked up grin that made the Joker’s scars look good. It gave Dean the chills, and he started to feel his body freeze up.

“Cas.” Dean tugged at the other guy’s sleeve. His hands felt so weak, and when he looked down at himself, he noticed they were starting to become purple. “Fuck.”

This is how all his victims were found. Shit, that also meant the damn ghost found him pretty enough to kill.

Cas noticed at the same time and gave Dean’s hand a gentle squeeze as he pulled it off of him. He gave Dean an apologetic smile before turning towards the ghost. “If you want him. Take him.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Dean complained as he watched the ghost’s eyes widen as he looked Dean up and down. “If that dirty hand touches me, Cas. You’re dead.”

“Then I suggest you keep him away from you while I burn this bitch.”

Dean couldn’t help but smile. Even while being used as fucking bait, he could find time to find Cas as cute and funny.

Dean did as he was told, ignoring the way his lungs burned with every gasping breath as he tried to fucking run from the ghost. Like the first idiot who dies in a horror movie.

“You could have given me the gun!”

“Get your own!”

“Ass!”

Dean swore he heard laughter.

And just when he was cornered, with nasty fucking claws trying to bury themselves into his chest, the ghost backs away in screams. Burning up from the inside first and slowly spreading. Then, finally, the screams and remains become lost to the wind.

Dean fell back against a grave, his chest still ached along with everything in his body, when he saw Cas run towards him. He slid into his knees and carefully cradled Dean’s head between his hands, looking at him again. Looking at him like he knew him. Cared about him.

“Dean? Dean, you okay?”

Dean wanted to shove those hands away. He wouldn’t have let anyone take care of him like this, but right now, he didn’t care.

“You owe me, Cas. That grimy nasty shit touched me.”

Cas sighed in relief, knowing Dean was fine. Or at least, he was alive.

“I guess I owe you.” Cas helped Dean up. “Maybe after you fix my car?”

“Deal. But buy me breakfast first?”

“Deal.”

[justthehiddleswrites]

Anesthesia | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary:  Tom suffers a serious car accident and the reader is the nurse on duty in the ER. Tom and anesthesia don't mix and Tom acts very out of character. Can Tom regain his composure or will he continue to shamelessly flirt with the reader? And is Benedict going to work all of this to his advantage?

Warnings: Car Accidents, Hospitals, Anesthesia Makes people act crazy, Tom quoting Shakespeare

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“Tom?”

Tom’s eyes fluttered, and he blinked several times, adjusting to the bright white light.

“Nurse! He is waking up!”

Nurse? Waking up? Tom reached out and cold metal hit his hands. Safety rails. The air was cool, dry, and sterile. As he attempted to sit up, he felt a cold air hit his bare back.

“Hey buddy, lie back down. You gave us quite a scare,” the familiar voice reassured him as he lowered himself back down to the bed.

Tom turned his head to the sound and once he saw Benedict’s face he smiled. Ben smiled back.

“Welcome back to Earth, Tom.”

“Thanks, what happened?”

The last thing Tom remembered was climbing into the stunt car to rehearse the big action shot. After that, it was just flashes of fire, screams and sirens.

“The brakes failed and the stunt coordinator doesn’t know what happened. But the important thing is you got out alive.”

Tom attempted to sit up again and felt winces of pain throughout his body.

“What was the damage?”

Benedict looked down.

“To you or the car?”

“The car… of course me! I feel as though a Mack truck hit me.”

“You are not far off. You broke your clavicle, wrist, and a few ribs. Um… lacerations everywhere and a… a ruptured spleen.”

Tom twisted to see his friend’s face better and felt the stitches and bandages strain. He winced at the sharp pain on his left side. Benedict hit the call button and in minutes, the nurse arrived.

She smiled as she approached the bed.

“Feeling pain?”

Tom nodded.

She looked at your chart before adding some pain meds to Tom’s IV.

“That should do. I would suggest lying down and the doctor should be in about twenty minutes.”

Tom thanked her and couldn’t help but notice her gazing over her shoulder as she left the room. Her smile barely contained her giggles. Tom’s eyes widened.

“Do they know who I am?”

Benedict averted his eyes and rose from the chair, feigning interest in the generic artwork on the wall. Tom narrowed his eyes at the clear avoidance of the question.

“What are you not telling me?”

“Oh boy, you don’t remember anything when you got here, do you?”

Tom shook his head.

“No, what happened?”

“You were in a lot of pain. Tell me have you ever been under anesthesia before?”

“Maybe, once or twice…” Tom questioned, but then he stared his friend down for answers.

“What did I say, Ben?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I do. Sit down and tell me, and I will decide if you live or die.”

Dejected, Ben returned to the chair and let a sigh out.

“I’m sorry, Tom.”

Four Hours Earlier

The gurney burst through the ER doors just fifteen minutes after you started your shift. Emergency room shifts are never boring but physically and emotionally draining. You put down your cup of coffee and headed in to assess the patient.

A man lied, groaning on the gurney. His face covered in scrapes and blood staining his ginger whiskers. His left wrist sat at an unnatural angle and his shirt cut away by the paramedics to administer help.

“Car accident,” the EMT relayed, “stunt gone wrong.”

A specific hazard unique to Los Angeles. They wheeled him to the examination room and put him onto the bed with care. He wore a C-collar, but the jostling stirred the man. His eyelids fluttered open and his blue eyes work to focus on his surroundings.

“Hey…” you looked down at his chart, “Tom. How are you doing?”

“Pain.”

“I know you are in pain, but where?”

Tom gestured to the left side of his abdomen.

“Okay.” You grabbed some morphine and added it to his IV. “Any allergies?”

He shook his head.

“Anyone come with you?”

As if on cue, Benedict pulled back the curtain.

“I did.”

You recognized the man standing before you. Benedict Cumberbatch was quite the movie star.

“Really?” You attempted to keep your cool. This was no time for fan girling.

Within minutes, Benedict could communicate the information about not only the accident but Tom’s medical history as well. It had all been on file with the production company.

The doctor came in and did a quick examination.

“We need to get a CT scan and X-rays. Looks like there may be internal injuries.”

You nodded as you prepared to wheel Tom down the hall.

“Ready to go for a ride?” you asked.

Tom nodded and gave a goofy smile.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N, Y/N. That’s a beautiful name. My name is Tom Fucking Hiddleston.”

The drugs were doing their job.

“Nice to meet you, Tom. We will take you for some tests.”

“But I didn’t study!” he sounded dismayed.

You could not suppress your laugh.

“I think you will be fine.”

Tom grabbed your hand and looked up at you, tears in his eyes.

“Will you help me study?” he asked with a serious tone.

“Of course.”

Tom continued to babble on for the rest of the trip to imaging. He spoke about how nice you smelled and how pretty your eyes look. The full court press of flirting. As you reached the room, you and the other nurse lifted Tom onto the machine.

“Here you go.”

Tom grabbed your hand once again.

“Please don’t leave. I’m scared of the dark.”

While his words spoke of her fear, his eyes and smile said something else.

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Hiddleston?”

His smile only grew.

“Is it working?”

You leaned in to his ear to whisper, “No, but the drugs are.”

Tom pouted.

“Not fair.”

“But you are cute.”

His face lit up once again.

“I came, saw and overcame.” Tom was being dramatic.

At that point, the other nurse started up the machine, and you walked away to let the rest of nurses to care for his needs. After his scans, you headed back to the waiting area. You found Benedict pacing the floor in anticipation. His long fingers alternating between steepling in front of his face and raking through his hair. As you approached, you cleared your throat.

“Yes?” his voice shared a tone of concern and hopefulness.

“A few broken bones but the big thing is that his spleen has ruptured. He needs surgery right away.”

Ben’s face fell.

“Will he be okay?”

You nodded.

“He will make a full recovery. Would you like to see him before they send him in to operating?”

You led Ben back to where they were prepping Tom for surgery. The anesthesiologist added drugs to the IV and Tom was now in a full hospital gown. His tattered rags of clothes in the garbage.

“No fair!” Tom bellowed as you entered with Ben throwing the thin sheet over his legs. The two of you shared a knowing look, “You have seen me naked but I have not had the chance to see you naked.”

You leaned into Benedict.

“It would seem that the medicine does not agree with your friend,” you smirked.

“Oh, I don’t know, I rather like him like this, so not proper. So not Tom Hiddleston.”

You smiled as you looked upon Tom who, in vain, tried to cover his body. Even loopy on drugs, he charmed and warmed your heart.

“I will leave you to it.”

As you turned to leave, Tom shouted at you.

“I love thee, Y/N. By which honor I dare not swear thou lovest me, yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, not withstanding the poor and untempering effect of visage. And therefore tell me, most fair Y/N, will you have me?”

You suppressed a small giggle.

“I will see you later,” you let them both know as you shut the door.

As soon as the door latched, Tom grabbed Benedict’s arm and pulled him down close.

“Ben! Ben! Have you met my wife?”

Benedict screwed his face up with confusion.

“The nurse? That is just the drugs talking, Tom. You barely know her.”

“Nonsense. She will be my wife and you shall be my best man.”

Benedict looked at Tom with an exasperated face but Tom’s only contained earnest. With a chuckle, Benedict conceded.

“Very well, Tom. I will be your best man.”

Tom slapped Benedict’s shoulder.

“That’s the spirit. As my best man, I require you to acquire my future bride’s number.”

Benedict could not resist at this point to play along with his friend’s drug-addled fantasy.

“I will, on one condition.”

“Name your price.”

“Name your firstborn after me.”

“Consider it done.”

“Then consider the number yours.”

Tom’s face beamed and as if on cue, the nurses came to wheel Tom into surgery.

***

“Oh dear, God. I quoted Shakespeare.”

Tom hung his head and his face and neck turned a bright shade of red.

“Yep. The Henry the Fifth wooing speech too. Honestly, it was one of your better performances. Might I suggest doing all your roles drugged from now on.”

Tom shot Benedict a withering look.

“Ha ha. Very funny. I can’t show my face to her again.”

At that moment, the door opened, and you entered. The color drained from Tom’s face, while the smile grew on Benedict’s.

“Y/N!” Benedict cooed, “We were just talking about you. So nice of you to stop in.”

Your shift ended half an hour ago, but you wanted to check in on Tom before going home. Today was not the first time a patient hit on you, although they are usually not an award-winning actor with a penchant for quoting Shakespeare. But, you would remain ever the professional. You checked the chart before wishing the two men well.

As you turned to exit, Benedict walked you out.

“Thank you, Y/N for attending to Tom.”

“My pleasure. Even under the influence, he is quite charming.”

Benedict took this opportunity.

“Speaking about that…”

3 years later

“Tom!”

You yelled down the hall of your London home, beckoning your husband. At six months pregnant, getting up and down was no easy task. Tom rushed to your side. He gave you his arm and with a rocking start; you extracted yourself from the chair.

“Thanks, darling.”

“I am at your beck and call.”

You rubbed your swollen belly as you waddled your way down the hall. Tom followed you to the kitchen.

“Now about names for this little young man here.”

Tom grew ashen. He thought he could avoid this conversation, but it seems his luck had run out.

“Yeah, I have I mentioned today that I love you.”

Tom kissed your lips, and you looked at him with distrust.

“What have you done?”

Tom smiled and rubbed his neck, a nervous habit.

“I may have promised to name the child after Benedict.”

Tom flinched.

“You what? Why on earth would you do that?”

“It was for a good cause.”

“Which was?”

“Your phone number.”

With that, Tom took off down the hallway. You smiled as you walked with much effort behind him.

“We are NOT naming our child after breakfast food!”

You heard Tom’s laughter fill the house.

[brownsugarcoffy]

Poledancer

Rio x Black Reader

Disclaimer: profanity & flirting

A/N: This was for Frizzle’s 2K Follower Celebration & Bad Bitch Challenge by @blackmissfrizzle , I think it's late, but whatever. Lol Not edited. Enjoy!

Tonight was your special night. It was your last night at Solace and you couldn't more happy to be starting a new chapter of your life.

Of course you will miss the girls you worked with. You guys were a big family at Solace and you will alway remember the good times, but it was time to move on up.

You strut through the dim club like a supermodel. Looking for your next customer worth your last night. Showing off your cream color bodysuit with pearl beading embellishments and rocking your high ponytail. You were finer than glass wine and everybody agreed.

Your eyes continue to roamed the floor, until it met a familiar backside at the bar. Your smirked to yourself as you knew who it was wearing all black. "So he's finally back." You thought.

Your boss partner Rio decided to show up tonight, after disappearing for a few weeks. Other girls though he might of died or something, but there he was in the flesh.

Suddenly, your plans changed for tonight. It was your last night here and you wanted to do something different. You wanted to take on the challenge girls had going on. Just in time you saw your co-worker Mercedes coming towards you.

" Mercedes come here!" You shouted. She made her way to you. " Look who here ." You told her as nodded your head towards the bar.

She smiled. " I see boss man boss is still around."

"Yeah.... I want in on the bet. $350. Tell the others to match it." You stated.

Everytime Rio will grace the club with his presents it was all business, but after he's done with with our boss, he would just sit at the bar. Not being faze at all of what's going around him. Being mysterious has can be.

So some of the girls will place a bet that they get him to agree to a lap dance, but so far no one has ever succeeded...yet.

" Girl?! $350?! Honey that man done turns everyone who tried down. Just keep your money on this one. He's a hard one." She laughed.

"That's sounds more like a challenge to me. You know make it $500." You liked a challenge and you were ready to win. Pulling the money out your bodysuit and gave it to her.

" You're serious?! Okay sis it's your pockets." She giggled as walked away towards some of the girls counting your money.

You glided you way over to the bar. Making sure everything click of your heels match the rhythm beat as Poledancer by Wale & Megan Thee Stallion began to play.

Workout, workout

I broke up with her, it ain't work out, work out

Oh look, my new work like to workout, workout

She in the mirror tryna workout, like work out

Look, look, look, look, look, look

Poledancer, pole, yeah 

You sat next to him, but you could sense he was in the mood. You knew you was going to change that.

You called over the bartender. " Could you get me a shot of vodka and get my friend here another one of what he's having."

Rio glanced at you, finally acknowledging your presence. "So let me guess you next line. You wanna show me a good time, am I'm right?

You couldn't help, but to laugh. "No. Just came over here for a drink and you looked like you needed another one. Plus sugar I have better game than that."

His lips curl into a devilish smirk. " Is that so mama? " The bartender finally drop your drinks in front of both you.

"That it is. Sorry were are my manners. I'm-"

" I know who you are. Y/N. Your one hell of a dancer." Taking his glass bourbon to his lips.

"Oh so you been watching me, huh?" You stated surprisingly after throwing back your shot. You felt you saw him glace at you once or twice when you was up on stage.

"More like up observing my facility and my employees...I noticed your a real crowd pleaser. That's good for business." Yes he did watch you couple of times across the room and he was very impressed with tricks you were capable of doing. Always kept him mind wondering.

He slowly look you up and down. Taking in that little number you was wearing tonight. He couldn't lie it was doing a little something to him.

"Uh huh. So do I get employee month or something? " Your curl you lips to a sly smile.

He let out a deep laugh." Mama don't get head of yourself. There are other girl here that is just as good."

 "Baby, I know you ain't never met no bitch like me. I'm the fucking best and don't you forget it Rio." You said as matter of fact.

Your cockiness made Rio take more interest in you as he couldn't get enough. He started the night in a sour mood, but your presence made him relax more." Your talking big game tonight, especially to someone you work for sweetheart."

"Well you got me for tonight, but tomorrow I free agent." You winked at him.

"Uh huh. You right you are leaving. That's ashamed because we really going miss your ass around here... Anyway we should celebrate to your new beginnings mama. Your next drink is on me."

"Or maybe let me give you a lap dance....or you can give me something else?" You flutter your eyelashes and slid your hand down his chest slowly. Until he caught your hand, stopping you almost below his belt.

Pulling you closer to him, he whisper something you could only hear. "I heard you 'bout yo' money, I ain't think you was a freak."

" Well I'm only a freak for my man, who I've been craving for weeks, but I think he'll be okay if I made exception for you." You breathless stated as now your noses were almost touching.

" Is that so? If that case you can demonstrate on me how much you missed your man. The floor is yours." With that you grab his hand in yours and pull him towards the VIP room.

On your way there you could see in the corner of your eyes, Mercedes and other girls watch you in stock. Jaw dropping and all. You turn winked at them. Rio saw this exchange and laughed. " Your not right taking those girl money like that and that's coming from me."

" Hey! The bet said to get you to agree to a lap dance. There no rules said I couldn't know you." You nonchalantly strug your shoulders continuing to the VIP.

Taglist : @breanime @marvelmaree @mauvecherie @blackmissfrizzle @liquorlaughslove

[nordleuchten]

Did La Fayette have an illegitimate child?

It is well known that La Fayette had different affairs and mistresses and in the context of an illegitimate child one should think that said child was the result of one of these affairs. However, I stumbled about a letter send to William Cooper Nell. Nell was a prominent African-American abolitionist, author, journalist and publisher in the 19th century. He wrote for, and also published, several abolitionist newspapers, among them “The Northern Star”. I was going through the book “William Cooper Nell, Selected Writings 1832-1874” when I found this letter.

Philadelphia, Feb. 22, 1848

My Dear Sir. -- In perusing a copy of the “North Star” of the 8th ult., I observed an article copied from the “Cleveland Democrat,” which say that the great Lafayette expressed himself to the benevolent Clarkson in the following language: “I would never have drawn my sword in the cause of America, if I could have conceived that thereby I was founding a land of slavery.”

Such, I doubt not, was the sentiment of the valiant man; but alas! Not only have those for whom he drew his sword, exhausted his means, and split his blood, founded, cherished, and are now trying to perpetuate the accused system of slavery and oppression, but they also made his own offspring to feel the bitter pangs, the cruel tortures of American slavery.

A circumstance that occurred about twenty-three years ago in the city of my birth, and the birthplace of our fathers -- I mean the “Land of Chivalry”, Charleston, South Carolina, may perhaps be interesting to your readers, which induces me to address you at the present time.

You are aware of the visit to the principal States of the Union, by Gen. Lafayette in 1825. Great demonstrations were made in every quarter for a suitable and magnificent reception. The South Carolinians were determined to do their part; consequently, great preparations were made to receive him and suite at Charleston. After all form and ceremonies were dully arranged, a peculiar circumstance, arising from a “peculiar institution of the South,” was made know to the committee of arrangements.

Behold! a natural son of Gen. Lafayette, with a family of children, are slaves of our midst; the love of liberty from the father has descendent to the son; he desires to be free, and yet more, if possible, desires that his children, those little ones which God gave him, might be considered his own; he reflects; he determines, if possible, to obtain an interview with his father. The resemblance alone (although he had other evidence) is sufficient to establish the relationship. He is more like the General than his son, George Washington Lafayette. Never, indeed, were father and son more alike.

This fact the committee and civil authorities knew and felt demanded serious attention. It created great uneasiness, and much cogitation. The son of Lafayette, with his family of children, were held as chattels-slaves of one of those very citizen who was preparing to do homage to the illustrious guest. His degraded son intended to approach his sire, and exclaim, “I am a slave!” He had hoped that by a private interview, which honourable men should not have frustrated, the galling chain of slavery would have been forever sundered.

But in this he was sorely disappointed. It was determined that such a step should be prevented. An expedient was soon found. -- Colored Lafayette was demanded from his owner by the committee for investigation, when by threats and promises, (the usual mode of slaveholders when conscience attempts its part,) he was prevented from his purpose. He was deterred by threats of stripes -- by incarceration in the loathsome dungeon -- by death upon the scaffold. He was promised that if he remained quiet, the committee would ensure that the city authorities would make purchase of himself and children, and emancipate them. But this, like too many of the promises of slaveholders, was made only to be disregarded. The poor deluded man was deceived. The joy and hilarity, mirth and pageantry, soon passed away, and them the promises of liberty.

As time moved on, colored Lafayette too well perceived that his only hope was lost.-- Dejection sat upon his countenance; the chains of slavery, ever burdensome, were now a thousand times heavier. Of a broken heart this son of Lafayette died. Not only did the father descend to an untimely grave, but his children, the grandchildren of Gen. Lafayette, were held as slaves, and as late as the year 1845, were subjected to the scourge and tyranny of the cruel master.

Alas! Republican, Democratic America! Are these the returns of the invaluable services rendered thee in 1776 by this lover of liberty? Are these the returns of gratitude for wasting his blood and treasure in freedom’s cause? Shame upon thee America! Arise from thy sleep; awake, and wipe this foul blot from off thy flame; reflect upon what slavery has done, what it is capable of doing, and what it will continue to do, if not annihilated.

My dear sir, you may rely upon the above statement as facts, for he who writes knows of what he affirms, and will also take occasion to say, that what has been related is but a small part of what might be written concerning the workings of the “peculiar institutions,” and “Southern Chivalry.” At some future time you will again hear from

Yours, most respectfully,

H.

The author of the letter signed only as “H” and as I am not an expert on Nell, I do not know who this “H” is. I mailed with a university Professor who had published some articles about Nell to see if he maybe knows the identity of this “H” but he also had no idea who this person could be. I went through some achieve records in order to find maybe some other letters written by “H” but the only letter I could find that was written by a person with an “H” in their name, was a letter by a C.R. Hurd. From my understanding and further research this Mr. Hurd was actually a slave-owner himself and hailed from a family that had held other people enslaved  for generations - I would find it odd for such a man to be on such friendly terms with Nell and to tell him about this story. Furthermore, the way the letter ends does seem like Nell did not know who “H” was as well. I have tried to find copies of Nells newspaper from that time to see if he actually wrote about the story but could not find anything.

The letter does not provide too many information besides the story itself. Not the name of La Fayette’s alleged son, his children, his mother, the plantation the family is living on, the name of the man that holds them enslaved - nothing. There are also no information about the evidences that La Fayette’s alleged son has for his claims. Furthermore, La Fayette never stayed long in South Carolina, let alone in Charleston. Besides that, most historians agree that La Fayette hadn’t any extra-marital affairs while in America. He maybe flirted a bit here and there but that supposedly was all.

The Professor and I eventually came to the conclusion that, while the story can not completely be dismissed, it is highly unlikely that it happened that way. In the Antebellum South there were many story about the children of founding fathers and enslaved individuals. Some of these stories, like the story of the Hemings family, are most likely true, some stories are doubtful and some of these stories are almost certainly untrue. La Fayette’s story falls within the last category. Beside this letter there is no piece of evidence (that I know of and that I could find) that supports the story. Nevertheless, I think it is an interesting bit of information.

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: King-Size Annual Avengers #11: In Honor’s Name!

August, 1982

“Why do the AVENGERS battle the Defenders?”

I dunno, man. Is it Tuesday again?

“And who is the mystery woman Nebulon has fallen for?”

Nebulona? She’s clearly just him but a woman.

Oh, hey Beast. So this is where you got to after quitting the Avengers.

Soooo.... Annuals, amirite? Pain in my butt. I actually forgot to cover this one and #12 is going to be somewhat plot relevant soon so I’ll shove this in wherever.

Its a blast from the past of the previous year.  Back when the Avengers were fantastic but only numbered four: Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, and Wasp.

And the Defenders seem to number many so this isn’t a very fair fight at all.

This issue starts with a PRELUDE

(J. M. DeMatteis again? Is this going to be weird?)

Nebulon the Celestial Man and damn fine dresser fades onto a hilltop shaking his fist and yelling that someone can’t do something to him.

Nebulon is mostly a Defenders villain and the major thing I know about him is that he’s supposedly exceptionally handsome but the handsomeness is a ruse and that the Squadron Sinister stopped helping him destroy the world once because they discovered he wasn’t as handsome as he was letting on.

Goes to show where their priorities lie. Also, the experience was so jarring that the evil Nighthawk decided to join the Defenders much to their chagrin.

So basically I know nothing about Nebulon. Hi, Nebulon.

An angry yelly fish head with the Rocky Horror Picture Show lips inside its fish lips shows up (I think this is what Nebulon realy looks like) and tells Nebulon that his punishment for constantly dicking with Earth is to be stranded on Earth with his powers reduced to half and stuck in his handsome-to-some-but-grotesque-to-fish body.

Okay. That clears things up.

Although I wish all of space would stop using Earth as their place to dump stuff or exile people. Its bad enough when Asgard does it. Its worse enough when there’s a whole crossover about all of space deciding to make Earth its supermax jail. And its a medium amount enough here.

But apparently the shouty fish people have a Prime Directive and Nebulon keeps breaking it, specifically on Earth. But a Prime Directive that also lets them dump troublemakers on planets where they’ve been troublemaking.

Nebulon tries to defend himself that, hey, Earth makes you do crazy stuff. But the yell fish is hearing nothing of it and just tells Nebulon to kill himself if he doesn’t want to be on Earth so bad.

... Eesh.

In his rage at being stranded on Earth, Nebulon teleports inside the Sanctum Sanctorum and starts yelling at Wong.

Wong tells him, dude, Dr Strange isn’t even here. So Nebulon starts beating up Wong.

How dare you, sir. Wong is a great guy!

Nebulon: “Then Wong shall die -- just as your master shall soon die -- and his accursed Defenders with him! They shall all pay for bringing this tragedy down on my head! For, if they had not risen up to thwart me. If they -- if they... Listen to me. Listen to the words of -- a fool! Forgive me, Wong! Neither you, Strange, nor the Defenders are responsible! The blame belongs solely to -- NEBULON!”

And then he teleports away, no doubt leaving Wong very confused.

CHAPTER 1: IN HONOR’S NAME!

Later, Thor flies over the Himalaya mountains and over the chapter title.

He has come for some peace and quiet sitting on a mountain away from the bustle of mortals but what does he find but someone already in his thinking spot!

Thor lands to see who would be sitting on a mountain with no pants on and its Nebulon, of course.

But I have to say. He’s sitting and hugging his knees. That’s advanced brood. That’s, in fact, verging on pout.

Although lets not let the fact that Thor flies out to the Himalayas to be alone sometimes slip on by uncommented.

Thor asks what brings the guy out here and Nebulon has a dramatic exile speech ready to go.

Nebulon: “For hours now I have sat, lost in thought, pondering that very question! What is it that brings any creature to the depths of despair, the edge of doom, but... himself?”

And since he senses a kindred spirit in Thor, one who is as different from the Earthly masses as Nebulon is, he unloads his full story onto Thor’s ears.

Upon hearing all about this dude who tried to take over or sell the world multiple times, Thor is like ‘this guy has got to meet the Avengers!’

Nebulon thinks Avengers sounds like Defenders and he’s not into that but Thor says that the Avengers are way cooler than the Defenders.

(Ooooh, shots fired, Thor)

Thor: “No, my friend -- there are none in all creation to compare with the Avengers! A hardier band of warriors hath ne’er been assembled! Where else could a god walk among mortals and find -- his equals?”

If Nebulon has truly repented of his past deeds, the Avengers will help him make a home on Earth.

And with a manly armclasp, like the one from Predator, Nebulon accepts and Thor takes him AWAY!

While the person who looks like Nebulon but a woman and with better boots watches them go and disappears in a bright flash of light.

CHAPTER 2

Yes, already.

“Avengers Mansion... Over the years, many fantastic beings have walked through the doors of this august Manhattan townhouse: Gods, mutants, androids... even a were-woman. But, of all these unique individuals, few -- if any -- have been more honored, more respected... More willing to serve the cause of freedom, wherever the place, whenever the time.. than the living legend whose only powers are his wits, his daring, and his years of hard-won skill... Captain America!”

And we see Cap leaping and gamboling about the exercise room, exercising.

Cap: “Ah -- there’s nothing like a good workout to make a man feel truly alive! It might pay to run through it once more, though --- my timing was a hair off on the parallel bars!”

Wasp comes in to... well, its Wasp. She comes to eye the eye candy and flirt a little, in a friendly fashion.

Wasp: “I see you’re here early for our meeting -- as usual! Don’t you ever slow down?”

Cap: “I seem to remember catching a few winks back in 1942 or so!”

Wasp: “Why, Cap -- that was two jokes in a row! I didn’t think you had it in you!”

Cap: “Oh, come on, Jan -- I’m not really that serious a guy, am I?”

Wasp: “I was just kidding, handsome.”

Cap: “Oh.”

Heh.

So, Thor called a super special emergency meeting of the Avengers to introduce his cool new friend.

Iron Man (secretly Tony Stark, true believers) is a little tense about the meeting because he had to cancel three business conferences, an address to foreign stockholders, and two dates.

Geez, for one meeting? You ever consider your calendar is way too packed, Tony?

Thor arrives with his cool, new pal and introduces the Avengers to NEBULON -- THE CELESTIAL MAN!

And Iron Man lunges out of his chair to get into better pointing distance.

Thor: “What irks thee, comrade? Why art thou so angered?”

Iron Man: “What irks me, Thor? He does! Haven’t you ever bothered to study our computer-file on alien threats? Your ‘newfound ally’ almost totalled the Earth -- several times!”

Nebulon: “Don’t you see, Thor? They react as I predicted they would!”

Also, geez. I know Tony is frustrated about all the schedule juggling he’s had to do but in this and the Black Knight two-parter he’s a lot ruder to Thor than you’d expect considering how close they are.

Some writers just don’t get the Avengers, I guess.

Cap and Wasp try to get Iron Man to calm down.

Wasp: “I’m sure there’s a darn good reason why Thor brought Nebulon here -- isn’t there?”

She’s downright staring daggers at him when she asks that.

We’ve jumped back in time a little from where I was covering but Jan is still the chairperson of the Avengers. It happened right when she returned from her divorce related hiatus and this four person group has to take place post-Tigra leaving and pre-membership drive.

So, she’s the boss and she just gave angry boss eyes at Thor. And Thor did his default squinting always-looks-pissed look back at her.

Thor tells Nebulon’s whole sad story off-panel.

And damn if it doesn’t hit the Avengers right where they live.

Wasp tells him that they all know what it means to lose something precious “whether it’s an entire world... or the love of one person -- it makes no difference! It hurts to suddenly find yourself -- alone!”

And Captain America sympathizes because when he was defrosted after twenty years, it was like a strange new world!

They’re both on team ‘give Nebulon a chance!’

Iron Man is more reluctant but decides to give Nebulon one chance.

Then the Defenders bust in.

Beast, Valkyrie, Silver Surfer, and Gargoyle who is not Etrigan at all.

And they’re here to kick Nebulon’s ass. Which is entirely fair considering that they’ve been the ones who keep having to stop Nebulon’s planschemes.

Since the Avengers seem to not be beating up Nebulon, obviously they’ve all been mind controlled. Nebulon is clearly planning to blow up half the Earth and use the Avengers to control the rest.

Cap: ‘what’

Silver Surfer: ‘HE’S MAKING A HOSTILE MOVE!’

And then Silver Surfer blasts the floor, sending all of the Avengers sprawling every which way.

MEANWHILE, IN SPACE

There’s a huge spaceship, in space. And within the huge spaceship in space, the lady who looks like a lady Nebulon watches the fight on a screen and cries.

Hey, I get it. Doing the Avengers vs Defenders Again But Worse makes me sad too.

CHAPTER 3

See, that’s more of the length for a chapter. You could learn something from chapter 2, chapter 1.

Anyway, the clock winds back a little for the Defender’s side of the story.

Valkyrie returns to the Sanctum Sanctorum in a good mood and also on a flying horse.

For a long while, Valkyrie’s status quo is that she was inhabiting the body of Barbara Norris, a woman that Dr Strange accidentally drove insane. But she’s gotten her original Asgardian body back so she’s stronger than ever and also not bodyjacking someone else.

She flies into the window, alarming Gargoyle, Beast, and Wong.

Gargoyle tearfully flies up and hugs Valkyrie saying that he thought she was leaving for Asgard forever.

Hey, um, who dis?

-wiki- Ok so he’s an elderly man who was trapped in a gargoyle body by some demons who he broke an agreement with. Cool, cool, cool. I would have guessed much younger based on how he acts here.

Valkyrie also smooshes Beast’s hand when he gives her a handshake hello, because she’s much buffer than she was when she left. Also, she talks more like Thor.

Valkyrie: “I am, at long last, the true Valkyrie! What more need be said?”

Then the Lady Nebulon teleports in and introduces herself as Supernalia. She tells the Defenders that she’s here to save the world from the evil of NEBULON!

Beast doesn’t recognize the name but Valkyrie definitely does. What with all the existing history that I keep alluding to.

Supernalia: “Indeed! I am a bounty hunter from Nebulon’s homeworld come to bring him to justice! He has fled to your Earth, taking sanctuary among the so-called Avengers! Using celestial mind control, he has usurped their will, and -- after decimating part of your world with four pre-set anti-matter bombs -- he plans to use the Avengers to take control of the surviving population!”

Beast goes ‘uh cool story but i’mma verify this real quick by ringing them up’

But then he remembers he already did do that and they were very rude to him!

He remembers this interaction very clearly even though it didn’t happen at all.

Ironically, the Defenders are the ones who are being mind-controlled into accusing other people of being mind-controlled. Yes, I’m pretty sure that’s irony.

Wong suddenly remembers that Nebulon rushed in the previous night but he can’t remember how that interaction actually went.

AH HAH, decides Beast. Clearly proof that Nebulon mind-controlled Wong. Lets go half-cocked everyone.

No, no. Beast decides they’ll need more than just the three of them and wonders who they should call to bolster their numbers to a whole four Defenders. Dr Strange is busy chasing Daimon Hellstrom and Namor soooo...

Valkyrie suggests Silver Surfer because he kicks ass but they have no way to get in contact with him.

Supernalia goes hey allow me.

Supernalia: “Although my planet’s laws forbid direct involvement with alien cultures -- and thus my need of you Defenders -- I can help!”

And she baps Valkyrie in the forehead and instantly transmissions Silver Surfer right to the Sanctum to his existential annoyance.

Silver Surfer: What force has swept me halfway ‘round the world? Who toys with -- the Silver Surfer?”

Valkyrie explains off-panel because this is very much “let me explain! No, there is too much. Let me sum up” kind of day.

CHAPTER 4

We cut back to right after the Silver Surfer knocked everyone on their ass with a warning shot.

Thor: “Surfer -- art thou mad?! Thy ‘warning’ came close to slaying us all!”

Thor gets up to kick Norrin’s rad ass but Valkyrie grabs his arm. She tries to convince him to trust her that Nebulon is controlling the Avengers. She appeals to their shared history, their shared love.

Thor: “Brunnhilde -- thou art truly the one blinded... by thine own prejudice! Because, once, Nebulon stood as thine enemy -- thou takest him for that again!”

Valkyrie: “Thunderer -- once I loved thee -- but now I see -- that thou art -- A FOOL!”

Then she just up and tosses him.

It’s pretty great.

Thor just rights himself midtoss by helicoptering his hammer and tells Valkyrie that she’s the fool. And also that because she fucking threw him, now he knows that its her group that are under some kind of control.

Nebulon starts yelling too because he’s not going to sit by while other people fight his battle so he’s like ‘come on if you’re hard enough, dickfenders’ and Beast is like ‘ok.’

Wasp, team leader, thinks Thor is onto something re: the Defenders being against some kind of influence and asks Iron Man to create a distraction so the Avengers can skedaddle.

Iron Man has the perfect distraction and fires the UNIBEEEEAM. At his own roof, collapsing it on the Defenders.

Iron Man: “Wait till Tony gets the bill for this!”

... so depending on the time frame, either only Nebulon or both him and Wasp are the only ones who don’t know Iron Man is Tony so who are you putting on a show for, Tony?

Or maybe you’re just so used to grousing about the Avengers breaking your shit that you do it even when you do it.

Anyway, since Thor has a hunch that the Defenders are being controlled, he decides that the best thing is to teleport somewhere safe and make a plan.

So Nebulon teleports himself and the Avengers to the Himalayas where he and Thor first met.

The effort nearly kills Nebulon, since his powers have been curtailed by the yell fish. But now they have some space.

Wasp: “And don’t think we don’t appreciate it, Nebulon! But couldn’t you have zapped us to a more temperate climate -- like the Bahamas... or the French Riviera? It mean, it’s COLD here!”

Cap hopes that the Defenders won’t find them somewhere so remote and isolated but Thor, whose idea this was by the by, isn’t so sure because they don’t know who is pulling the strings.

Iron Man: “Good point! Are we dealing with one of our old foes -- one of the Defenders’ -- or perhaps someone out for Nebulon’s head! Let’s face it: we’ve got a wide field to choose from!”

Annnnnnd thennnnn, the Defenders just show up anyway so trying to get some breathing room was a waste of Nebulon’s efforts.

Beast: “Cap, Thor, Iron Man, Jan! You’re all my friends... more than that -- you’re family! So why won’t you believe me when I tell you that this nut’s gonna wipe the whole planet out in a matter of hours! Please -- hand him over or --.”

Nebulon: “Or... NOTHING!”

Then he shoots an energy blast at the Defenders.

Which sadly arcs to the ground with a SHOOOM! and does little more than splash some snow on the Defenders.

But awwww, Beast considers the Avengers family! Shame that once the X-Men pull him back into their orbit, he only hangs out with them and decides never to ask the Avengers for help, either when Professor X gets shot by Stryfe or when trying to solve the Legacy Virus.

I think that social group is a bad influence on Beast. He never broke time or pretended to be gay to dunk on his ex when he was an Avenger. He just got high, practiced polyamory, and yukked it up with his bffsie Wonder Man.

Anyway, Silver Surfer gets up and disses Nebulon for his sad laser blast.

Silver Surfer: “Like all who seek conquest, Nebulon -- you refuse to recognize truth! You alter reality to serve your own malefic ends! But the power you no wield, tyrant, is as nothing compared to that which you once had! You are weak -- as Supernalia said you would be!”

Nebulon is aghast to hear that Supernalia is the one behind all of this. And also aghast when Gargoyle shoots a bio-mystic bolt at him.

Apparently, Gargoyle can shoot bio-mystic bolts. Are there mystic bolts that are not bio? Shrug.

CHAPTER 5

Hey, some of these chapter divisions feel arbitrary. We go from the fight to the fight. At least some other chapter divisions had scene or temporal shifts.

Cap begs the Defenders to fight off Supernalia’s influence. Or the Avengers will fight off Supernalia’s influence for them. Probably via punches.

For whatever reason, this makes Valkyrie go stickycaps.

Valkyrie: “The hour of Earth’s doom draws ever closer -- and, to prevent that doom, we will do whate’er we must! wHaTeVeR wE mUsT!”

Mystifying.

Anyway, with both sides thinking the other side are dumb easily mind-controlled doodoo heads, they both get to the slugfest that neither side wants but thinks there’s no other way to reach the other side but by punching some sense into them.

This panel feels like a microcosm of a lot of Marvel events.

And as this goes on Nebulon just watches the fight with calculating eyes.

I’m sure that’s fine.

Thor and Valkyrie continue sparring verbally, as well as with punches. Valkyrie asks how Thor can let Midgard be destroyed when they both love it so much. And Thor is like ‘for the last time, there’s no danger except from your mysterious new golden pal’

Meanwhile, the Defender’s mysterious new golden pal Supernalia is monitoring the fight from her spaceship. And monitoring the Defenders’ brainwaves.

Thor is actually making Valkyrie doubt. And Supernalia can’t have that.

Supernalia: “I cannot afford to lose control of the Defenders now! For honor’s sake, their rage must grow! And more -- they must retain a psychological surety that cannot be breached! In Valkyrie’s case, the introduction of something... familiar -- something to increase her confidence -- would seem appropriate!”

So Supernalia teleports Valkyrie’s sweet flying horse Aragorn to just. Appear on the Himalayas. Between Valkyrie and Thor.

Valkyrie doesn’t know how her horse suddenly appeared but she’s not going to look a gift teleporting winged horse in the mouth. She jumps on his back and takes to the air.

Thor gets pissed and hammerflings himself after her.

While Thor is chasing Valkyrie around the sky, Iron Man squares up with Silver Surfer.

Silver Surfer tells Iron Man that “you see to halt one who has outraced comets! Soared faster than light itself!” and basically that he rules, Iron Man sucks. And then to prove it, he blasts Iron Man with the power cosmic.

Just that one attack nearly tore Iron Man apart and he’s pretty sure that Silver Surfer was holding back. Oof, that’s some power gap.

BUT MAYBE just maybe if Iron Man puts all of his might into one staggering punch...

It’ll do jack shit to the Surfer.

Well, damn.

Gargoyle fights Wasp but says its not proper for a man to fight a lady. Wasp points out ‘hey you’re fighting me anyway so maybe someone is making you do it.’

Gargoyle: ‘.... NUH UH’

Cool. Good talk.

Supernalia: “This Gargoyle is too... soft! His mind accepts -- but his heart rebels! These beings are not like us! Their minds are filled with too many questions! Their souls overflow with conflicting emotions!”

I can’t believe humans (and Asgardians) have too many feelings and emotions to be easily controlled.

Well, I can believe. It really checks out.

So Supernalia increases the celestial mindwaves to shore up her control, even if it means burning out the Defenders.

Rude.

Thor blasts Valkyrie off of Aragorn with lightning and then catches her, saying he won’t let her fall. So, reasonably enough, Valkyrie elbows him in the face for treating her like a damsel.

They both fall toward the ground. Aragorn catches Valkyrie and Thor catches... a cosmic bolt from Silver Surfer.

You had one job, Iron Man.

And that job was to sneak up on Silver Surfer while he’s self-flagellating for doing a shameful opportunistic attack on Thor.

Iron Man uses those... hip... power pod... things. To zap Silver Surfer’s temples and siphon off some of his power.

And with that power, Iron Man tips a chunk of the mountain on top of Silver Surfer.

This doesn’t keep the Surfer down for long. Despite the fact that trying to contain the incredible surfing energies he absorbed threatens to damage his armor, Iron Man absorbs more when Silver Surfer blasts him, to try to turn the energy back at the Surfer.

Instead, they both explode.

Double KO.

Elsewhere in the fight, Gargoyle blasts Wasp with his bio-mystic bolts, knocking her into the snow.

Gargoyle panics because his bio-mystic bolts are supposed to drain off a fraction of a person’s life-force, not up and kill them.

So Gargoyle shouldn’t have been surprised when Wasp pops back up and zaps him in the chin. And Wasp shouldn’t have been surprised when Gargoyle zaps her back.

She passes out. But so does Gargoyle, to his confusion. His hide should be tough enough to take a truckload of punishment, yet he suddenly feels so weak.

I mean. Wasp is strong enough to blow up a house with her own zaps. But this is probably intended to be Supernalia’s mind control burning him out.

I choose to believe that its Wasp’s cool house-blowing-up might. She’s kicked bigger ass than Gargoyle.

Wasp’s defeat scream momentarily distracts Cap from where he’s fisticuffsing with Beast.

Beast: “Holy cow! I hope she’s not badly hurt!”

Cap: “You hope she’s not -- ?! You can still say that after all you’ve done today? After all the pain this Supernalia has driven the Defenders to cause?”

Beast: “We’ve caused? You’re the ones harboring the lunatic with the anti-matter bombs --.”

There’s no guilt-tripping some people.

Cap throws his mighty shield but Beast must not have heard the song because he not only doesn’t yield, he also catches the shield with his feets.

Then he sleds on it down a snowy incline and tackles Cap.

Beast: “It’s time we quit all this clowning around!”

Cap: “That’s right, Hank! This is serious business -- so hit me! Hit me, blast you! HIT ME!”

Beast: “Hey! wHaT tHe HeCk Am I dOiNg?”

Cap: “Coming to your senses, I hope!”

Beast realizes that Cap dropped his guard and let Beast beat the shit out of him on purpose, let Beast almost kill him.

Cap: “You’re no killer, Hank! And no force, however great, could make you kill! I counted on that fact to snap you out of it!”

Wow, good going, Cap!

Out of everyone here, you’re the only one who successfully snapped anyone out of anything. Although I think Wasp coulda if she had played possum and let Gargoyle think he killed her instead of popping up to zap him.

But Cap has insight into Hank. That probably helped.

Me and Jan know jack about Gargolye.

CHAPTER 6

With exactly two people conscious but not fighting anymore, Nebulon is like ‘hah eat shit Supernalia’

So Supernalia appears.

Beast feels like he’s about to keel over even though he beat the shit out of Cap and Cap feels weaker too. They blame Supernalia because its very easy to blame someone whose fault everything is.

But Supernalia blames Nebulon.

Nebulon slams a drama bomb in response.

Nebulon: “Do not seek to reclaim the upper hand with more lies, Supernalia! Such sophistry is unbecoming in... my wife!”

I heard that in Borat voice and I hate myself a little.

But now that Supernalia’s relation to Nebulon has been established, Nebulon is like ‘but why are you trying to ruin my exile?’

Supernalia: “You were convicted of high crimes, my husband -- and the sentence was a choice of honorable death by your own hand... or ignominious exile! In 500 generations, none of our people have ever chosen exile! All have proudly faced extinction! But you, lacking courage, brought shame upon your wife and children!”

HE HAS KIDS??

Anyway, she came to Earth to just. Kinda. Kill him. To restore honor to their family.

But when she got there, she found that he had already made friends and decided well I need some pawns of my own. So I can kill him.

Nebulon isn’t really impressed because in his one day as an exile, he’s had some epiphanies.

Nebulon: “Unlike you, I have traveled far across this universe! I have learned to see in new ways! Our concepts of honor are archaic! Our laws are cruel! I now dare to dream higher dreams, for I have learned what it means to have -- friends!”

Supernalia: “I have been your friend... and much more! Since our childhood betrothal have I stood by you -- despite your constant avoidance of responsibilities! Despite your failure to achieve glory or rank!”

Oof, imagine if your childhood friend and spouse told you that being exiled on Earth taught him what friendship really means.

I have to imagine that Cap and Beast are just listening to this like ‘god why do cosmic people always have to dump their relationship baggage on Earth?’

Supernalia then tries to tell Beast and Cap that Actually Nebulon is up to no good.

Beast is like yeah nice try.

But this time Supernalia has actual proof evidence.

She dispels the invisibility cloak hiding the Ennui Device that Nebulon left on a prior trip to Earth and is now using to drain energy from the Avengers and Defenders to beef himself up.

Now, Cap and Beast turn to Nebulon like ‘but buddy, why?’ and also to punch him a little bit, in a friendly manner.

Nebulon: “I did what I had to -- to survive! Believe me -- I truly wanted the friendship you offered -- but observing the unfolding battle, I realized I could never find peace on this or any world -- without the POWER!”

And this rude boy who doesn’t understand what friendship means punches both Cap and Beast.

Beast sprawls right at Supernalia’s feet completely burned out and goes hey feel like stepping in??

Supernalia: “I can do nothing directly, Beast. I am not permitted to interfere!”

Beast: “You... stupid... self-deluding... idiots! Don’t you understand that all this has happened... because you already have... interfered?!?!”

Supernalia: “So           I              have!”

And since now she’s done the big bad transgress of the Prime Directive, she decides that unlike her shitbird husband, she’s going to do the honorable thing and kill herself.

I. Have no words. At this entire exchange.

Its too much.

Nebulon is distraught so slaps the gun out of her hand and begs her to instead of killing herself, not do that. She could stay on Earth and rule at his side!

This latest bout of cosmic interpersonal drama gives Cap the opportunity to muster his strength and throw his mighty shield.

It deflects the ray emitter of the Ennui Device so it hits Nebulon instead of the Avengerdefenders.

Except, oops, the Ennui Beam was calibrated for “humanoid physio-psycho energies” so instead of draining his energy, the Ennui Beam just straight up starts killing Nebulon.

Amazing how you can stretch vocabulary to encompass humans, Asgardians, mutants, power cosmic imbued Zenn-Lavians, and whatever demonic biz is going on with the Gargoyle.

It sure is amazing how it affects all these different things as intended but its accidentally fatal in a way that will help wrap up the story.

Beast wet noodle jumps to try to redirect the beam and save Nebulon but Supernalia shoves him out of the way and then jumps into the beam herself.

Supernalia: “Thus, I join my husband -- in oblivion!”

Geez, when she sets her mind to killing herself, she sticks with it

.__.

Nebulon agrees that Actually This is the Right and Correct Course for them, I guess because couple counseling is a hassle.

Then the Ennui Device overloads and explodes and Nebulon and Supernalia turn to their true forms of giant weird fish people with Rocky Horror Picture Show lips inside fish lips.

Beast laments that Supernalia didn’t just let him save both of them but she’s like ‘HONORRR’ and then dies.

Thor: “I called Nebulon friend and he decieved me! Yet now -- Thor mourns his passing!”

Silver Surfer: “What manner of beings were they, to cherish honor so much... and value life so little?”

Cap: “Perhaps, Surfer -- not so different from us. Not so different -- at all!”

Okay, shut up your face, Cap.

First off, I don’t think much of an honor code that says its okay to mind control and lie to people and use them as pawns in a way that could kill them but then also goes ‘this is an honorable death’ when you stupid yourself to death.

And neither should you! Don’t put a poetic, poignant spin on things! This whole affair was a weird couples spat that two space weirdos forced you to participate in!

Follow @essential-avengers​ because I went back and covered an inconsequential annual and now I can’t go back and not do that. I wasted my time for you. Also, like and reblog. I need positive reinforcement. It makes me happy.

[blackpecrl-blog]

          heya ! my name’s link & i’m 21+, go by he / they pronouns & am from the cst timezone ! this is my baby max who i’ve been on / off writing for about four years now & they’ve gone through some changes, but i’m excited to share them with you anyway. i’m so excited to write with you all & to get to know all your muses ! under the cut you’ll find some misc. info about max & a list of wanted connections, but hopefully at some point i’ll write up a proper bio for them. here’s their stats page & their pinterest board, so you can get a little bit more of an idea about them ! just like this post & i’ll im you for plotting & i’m the howwors within#0039 on d*scord if that’s easier for you ( personally it is for me so ) ! 

* ☆ ◞ JENNIE KIM. DEMIGIRL. SHE/THEY. ◟ wait, wasn’t that MAXINE “MAX” CHOI? they’re a TWENTY-TWO year old SENIOR, hailing from MANHATTAN, NEW YORK. i heard they’ve chosen to study JOURNALISM while living at DELTA NU. word around campus is that they’re CHARISMATIC & UNINHIBITED but also quite WITHDRAWN & HAUGHTY. if you happen to see them walking to class with their earbuds in, they’re probably listening to GIMME by BANKS.

misc. info :

call them maxine & you’ll be found dead in a ditch. they go by max only & have since they were eight years old. only family members can refer to them as maxine.

they are basically your typical dissatisfied rich kid. their parents have a lot of expectations of max yet they want nothing to do with any of them. they still follow their parents’ wishes out of a desire to remain favored in their eyes. it’s forced & they can’t stand it but they couldn’t imagine not pandering to their parents.

they’ve struggled with their gender & identity since they were little. being feminized has never felt right to them. it was only recently that they felt comfortable coming to terms with being nonbinary & using they / them pronouns. but they aren’t out, because they’re afraid of their parents finding out, so i don’t expect your muse to use they/them pronouns with max unless they’re plotted as close to each other.

while they appear as a snobby overachiever, they are actually quite lazy & bored of the life that’s been laid out for them. they’d rather lay around in bed all day than do what’s expected of them.

they hate their sorority & probably all the girls in it but they are very good at being fake nice when they have to be JGHKLDSGJH

they’re on the lacrosse team but really they just use it to be aggressive & hit people when they can. they’re probably on the bench most of the time for disobeying the rules & bad manners.

they’re part of the lgbtq alliance ( definitely something they keep hidden from their parents ) & part of the campus radio station which is definitely more in line with their passions.

they collect candles & various bathing products. they’re a bubble bath fiend. if they have a chance they’ll take a bubble bath & fall asleep in it.

they’re a fan of most feminist media, especially women in horror films ( even though they get scared but don’t call them out on it or they’ll fight ). but otherwise they really like star wars & could go on about why darth vader was the first sexy goth for hours.

they hardly ever show up to class & most of the time they just forget that it’s a thing they have to do. but they still get good grades somehow ( whether they’re just lucky or there’s some illegal things happening on their part is undecided on my part JHGFDKJGFHD ).

they love to drink. they hate being sober for the most part. they’re that person who has tons of alcohol stashed under their bed ready for a party or just a private drinking session.

there’s that stereotype about enbys that they like to play as non-human characters in video games. & you can bet that max is a bowser / kirby main in smash & a yoshi / isabelle main in mario kart.

they really like to isolate. sometimes they don’t even realize they do it & before they know it’s been three days since they’ve left the house. they definitely need someone who will pull them out into the sun.

they are very outgoing & charming, but some of it isn’t natural & they have a tendency to feel very exhausted after social outings. it’s hard for them to feel like themselves except around a very few certain people.

leave them alone about their fake cobwebs & cauldrons that stay out all semester. they don’t care. let them live their wannabe goth life JHGDKFJHGLFD

they’re scared of clowns & hate bugs. someone has to kill or get the spiders out of their room or they’ll have a mental breakdown.

they call themselves gay most of the time but they’re very pansexual. they’re not that fond of cismen except for smashing purposes but love everyone else.

they’re hard to get close to romantically. they’re very closed off & try to keep themselves protected. but they love the idea of being in love. they love to flirt but when the chase gets too serious they usually back off. they’ve probably never had a serious relationship or been in love.

they’ll pretty much throw themselves in front of a train for any woman / femme though.

also keanu reeves is the cismale exception but he’s everyone’s isn’t he ?

they can easily sleep for more than twelve hours at a time & once they’re out they’re out. they need like six alarms going off to wake them up & even then it’s probably not enough.

their favorite animals are bats they think they’re so cute.

they can’t cook please don’t trust them to make anything more than grilled cheese. ubereats is their best friend.

they stan: every girl group ever, beyonce, lizzo, rihanna, carly rae jepsen, charli xcx, banks, sky ferreira, megan thee stallion, doja cat, kehlani, rina sawayama, hayley kiyoko, mitski, st. vincent, robyn.

wanted connections :

exes ( any gender. details can be worked out ! i don’t mind making them the issue either ! they have mad commitment issues so ! )

hookups / fwbs ( any gender. singular experiences or regular type things )

childhood plots for those who’ve lived in manhattan ( childhood friends, first kisses / crushes, all that good stuff )

sorority sister plots ? does max secretly hate them or are they the one person they rely on in the house ?

lgbtq alliance / campus radio station people hmu !

flirtationships that don’t go anywhere

one-sided crushes ( don’t mind who has the feelings ! )

mutual pining but they’re both idiots & have no idea :see_no_evil:

people who force them to get out of the house ( might have to physically drag them out by their ear )

that parent friend who tries to force them to take care of themselves ( probably with disastrous results )

the person they keep around to kill the bugs in their room

movie marathon buddies

party pals ( drinking &/or smoking )

tinder date ( it can go well or not )

fake dating au ?????? ( preferably with a male since it’d be for their parents )

maybe friends who’ve only interacted online but are just now meeting ?

literally anything you can think of i’m probably down for it

[kaytewrites]

polaris [asa&honor]

a piece about my centaur bard, asa, after a battle on the ship that’s been giving him so much grief. features honor, tiefling fighter, and mentions several other members of the party: leliana, silvenesti elf fighter; whitechapel, kagonesti elf ranger; theo, gnome wizard; melric, dwarven cleric; and balgruf, dwarven barbarian.

rating: G warnings: n/a word count: 1972

Asa thinks the closest he's ever been to a miracle is probably Melric when he starts up all his healin’ shindig. Feels like a warm, glowy hug it does, even if it don't get rid of the itchy feeling your skin holds after. Maybe that's just Asa.

Anyway. The second nearest thing had to be Honor. Honor, wrangling a tentacle into position for a perfect shot from Leliana, and in the next breath looking at Asa with those fangs of his bared and yelling out, “On your feet, soldier!” And just - up he got.

Asa can feel a flush fighting for attention on his face as he thinks about it, plucking out a lullaby on his lyre and humming a gentle tune as he sits with the rest of the wounded. Music helps healing. He knows that much. Music's always been good for that.

But the battle. Tentacles. He feels a little embarrassed at his reaction to those words. He'd just been so damn inspired. He'd kicked a tentacle clear of the damn ship, and even though he'd hit his knees right after, it had been worth it for the little flash of pride he'd seen in Honor's eyes.

He lets it play back in his head like he always does, working through the last lingering spats of adrenaline. He sighs as he remembers letting Balgruf slip from his grasp and splash into the dark water below, guilt staining his mood. He lets it linger for exactly ten seconds, counting it out.

(You can be angry, Asa. You can be mad, be sad, be frustrated, be scared. But you can't let it rule you. His Paw had put a hand on his shoulder, looking down at him with that serious glint in his eyes he got when he was trying to tell Asa something important. You have to make sure it's worth it.)

He breathes out. The guilt washes away, and he hums again, eyes closed. Balgruf’s alright, and so’s Whitechapel. All of ‘em are alive. Leliana even survived a nasty bout of friendly fire from the gnome - but Theo wasn't too bad himself, either, once he figured out where to aim.

Almost like clockwork, Asa opens his eyes and looks off to the left. Honor's there, leaning against an undamaged bit of railing, looking towards him. Asa gives him a little smile and a tip of his head, and decides to try a new trick.

《Hey there, partner,》he messages to Honor, hoping he's got the trick of it down right. From the startled look on his face, he can assume that yeah, he's got it.《Y’look a lil’ lonely there, Honor.》

His face scrunches in a way Asa is damn tempted to call adorable, and he hears a faint response in his head, like a whisper on the breeze. 《Asa?》

Honor's voice is a little different over the magic - there's less gravel to it, less of that odd doubled effect, and Asa almost doesn't recognize it.《The one’n only.》He hums a happy little tune, not certain if he sends that too or not. He debates for a moment whether or not to ask, but it won't any question, really. Not when it's Honor. 《You wanna come sit over here a spell? I'm findin’ myself a little lonely over here.》

Honor hesitates for just a moment, but Asa don’t mind. Honor’s always been a private sort of person in the couple of weeks he’s known him (and don’t that just boggle the mind. Weeks, he’s known the man, and he’s letting Honor ride him. Oh, if the herd could see him now.). Asa pauses plucking long enough to pat the deck and grin. Honor folds to the ground next to him, sitting upright and just far enough to not touch him. That’s the other thing, too - Asa ain’t been around a lot of fire-touched in his life, but he’s been around soldiers plenty, and they’re always touchin’ and singin’ and bein’ all about battlefield camaraderie. Did no one let Honor in on that one, the same way he had to figure out he had a smile?

Asa sighs. That just won’t do. He hums a little tune, low and soft, and nudges Honor with his elbow. 《I know ya gotta be achin’ a little bit after all that horsin’ around. Y’ain’t gotta sit so stiff. You can lean up against me - gotta be better than that railin’, too.》

Honor looks up at him with something he can’t name in his eyes - it ain’t fear, no, and it ain’t anger. Something like worry, or maybe even a little like surprise.

(Asa remembers feelin’ like that, too. Like the first time Whitechapel said his name, or the first time someone gave him a hug after he left the herd. Like he forgot what it meant to have people around that cared. It’s a scary feeling. Little bit like hope.

What must Melric feel like all the time? Asa lets the thought fade. He’s got Honor to worry about, right now.)

《Didn’t get hurt too badly,���Honor tells him - but he still, quietly and slowly, scoots a little closer, and every inch feels like a little victory in Asa’s chest. He doesn’t know why he’s so taken with Honor, but it’s a damn fine feeling. The tiefling’s got something about him that makes Asa want to trust him.

Eventually, Honor leans against his side, still stiff as a board, and Asa clicks his tongue, half-admonishment, half-amused. 《I ain’t that bad a pillow, am I?》Honor looks a little guilty at that, and Asa grimaces. 《Hey now, don’t worry about it. We’re worryin’ ‘bout feelin’ better right now.》

He breathes in, out, letting his shoulders fall, and starts singing.

It ain't real loud - Asa doesn't do loud, not for this. This is for healing. Sylvan’s easy as breathing to speak, and easier to sing, ‘specially for this. “Soft as a lover's sigh, softer than a lover’s kiss / as lover’s breath in lover’s ear, to thee I whisper this.”

He don’t make a real habit of singing like this. Music’s got a magic all it’s own, and Asa thinks of it like hearing his own heartbeat and playing along to it for everyone else. It’s all emotion. When he needs something to go down in a fight, an insult’ll do just as well as a song. He doesn’t think he’s sang for any of his companions yet, ‘cept for Whitechapel. It’s something - personal. When you really want something to stick.

“I’ve loved you years and years before, and years and years to come / from frozen peak to ocean shore, for thee I’ll see it done.”

And there it is. Asa can feel that warmth in his chest like a flower; and there’s another spot of it, too, leaning against his side. Honor’s always so warm to the touch - Asa’s struck by it whenever he touches the fire-touched, and he thinks he understands why they’re called that, now. Around him, the pained gasps and little pained movements begin to cease, easing into something more restful, less wounded.

Even Honor feels more relaxed at his side. Asa keeps singing. (“Dragons rage and roar and kill, and steal your heart from me / but never fear, my sweetest love, I’ll always rescue thee,” his mama sang, and Asa let his head rest on her back, drowzy in the afternoon sunlight.)

He hasn’t thought about his herd, his parents this much in years. Hasn’t seen them in nearly the same. Wars are hard to keep touch in. He doesn’t even know if they’re still alive.

He sings ‘till the song is done, and sags when it’s over. He forgot how much that takes out of him. He shuffles his legs beneath him, just a little - they’re starting to get that prickly feelin’ that means he’s been sittin’ too long. He thinks about getting up and going below decks, but -

- but, he hears the softest little sigh, and feels Honor relaxed against his side. He turns to look at him, and the tiefling has an arm on Asa’s back, his head pillowed against it. His eyes are shut, and his breathing is slow and even.

Well. Asa doesn’t like going below decks, anyway. They can stay out a little longer.

He looks up at the stars. It takes him a minute, but he can find her just fine - a quintet of stars that makes a harp in the sky. His Pa taught him that one. He watches her twinkle - imagines she's winking at him from the sky, and he tips his head and gives her a wink in return, just because he can.

“What are you - winking at?” He hears Honor growl behind him, and Asa flashes him a wink and a smile, too. Not as asleep as he thought, then.

“Nothing but the stars,” he says, and nods his head up. “See? They’re winkin’ at us, too. Thought I’d return the favor.”

Honor - smiles, and Asa doesn’t need to wonder why he’s been thinking of home so much. “Stars don’t wink.” Honor’s voice is deadpan, but Asa’s in on the joke, now, and it seems they’ve made their own space - ain’t no sea, ain’t no ship, just them and the stars watching each other.

“Sure they do!” Asa exclaims, flabbergasted. “See? Look up there! Each’n every twinkle - I swear on my coat that’s a wink. The stars are the biggest flirts in the world, up there winkin’ at us all the time.” He points to the harp, and almost as if on cue, two of the stars seem to almost dim and then sparkle once more in the sky.

Honor looks up, not bothering to straighten where he’s laying half on Asa’s back. “I still don’t think they’re winking.”

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree, hm? And when we get up there, we’ll see who’s right.” Asa gives him a wide smile, leaning down to nudge him with his elbow. He hesitates for half a second, unsure if the contact is welcome -

Fuck it, he thinks, and wraps an arm around Honor’s shoulders instead. It’s an impressive contortion of his upper torso, but he lets the near-hug drag on for a long moment before he pulls himself upright once more. “We should get back below decks. Steal a few winks o’sleep while we can. Supposed to make land tomorrow, right?”

“Right,” Honor says, and it seems a little distant. He must be more tired than he let on.

“C’mon, partner.” Asa wiggles his rear, making Honor sit up straight, and then cants up on unsteady legs. After a moment, he gets his feet under him and offers a hand to the soldier on the ground.

Honor takes it, and they make their way back to the corral. Asa peels out of his maille - he has to get Honor’s help to pull the back off his horse half, which is always an adventure - and folds his coat right’n proper. With his hat laying on top, he grabs the two little stubs of cotton he’s kept in his shirt pocket and plugs ‘em in his ears.

He glances over at Honor and sees him looking over. He unplugs one of his ears and smiles back at him. “G’nite, partner. We did good today, right?”

Honor takes a second to smile back, but when he does - well, Asa thinks it might be the best one yet. “Yeah. We did good, I think.”

“Awright!” He pumps a hand in the air, and grins wide. “We’ll keep bein’ heroes in the mornin’. Right now, I’m gonna sleep until we hit land. Don’t wake me till we see birds.”

He gives Honor a wink, too, and plugs his ear again - but not before he hears a quiet, gravelly “Goodnight, Asa.”

[stalkhome-sindrone]

1-116!

1:Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? Okay so for Day 4 (LET’S HEAR IT FOR DAY 4!!)on the Anxiety Variety Depression Session, I am confused about if trying to master 2 songs to audition for university in 8-10 weeks, let alone trying to do anything worthwhile whatsoever, is worth it.

2:Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? My CD player when it wakes me up with whatever’s inside.

3:If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? Probably not. I’m not partial to drugs, but not one to partake either. Responsibility is key though.

4:Do you find it easy to trust others? I say yes on the surface, but after last week, absolutely fucking not. Typing, let alone talking, is just pulling teeth with me.

5:What were you doing at 11PM last night? Studying for a math quiz.

6:You’re drunk depressed and lost walking down the road; who is with you? By my luck, nobody.

7:What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? Genuinely? Would have increasingly angry, bordering on violent thoughts, that climax with me not doing a fuckin thing except crying and collapsing in on myself.

8:Are you close with your dad? At the moment, I say maybe 5 words to both parents a day.

9:I bet you kissed someone last night, right? If happiness had a face, sure.

10:What are you listening to? Jon Pollock/Wai Ting reviewing Smackdown from yesterday.

11:You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? Orange juice. I love Pepsi but I max out at some point.

12:Do you like hickeys? In pictures? Indifferent. In theory? Yes. In practice? No comment.

13:What time do you go to bed? After this is posted.

14:Is there someone who continuously lets you down? Say, whose blog is this again?

15:Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both? If only I could.

16:Do you always answer your texts? If I don’t forget then and there.

17:Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? Mmmmmore myself at the moment. Sometimes, it pivots.

18:When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? Earlier today.

19:Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? Friends at school are way cool.

20:What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? Probabl a real anxious thing about today.

21:Is anyone else in the room with you? Should there be?

22:Do you believe what goes around comes around? Revenge and karma say yes, but are inconsistent.

23:Were you happier four months ago than you are now? Well 4 months ago puts us at August 6th which was 3 or 4 days before I got really down again so yeah.

24:Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? Kinda but also not really.

25:In the past week, have you cried? Mhm

26:What colour is the shirt you are wearing? Gray

27:Do people ever call you by your last name? Not really

28:Is anyone ignoring you right now? If anything, it’s the other way around.

29:Do you have a best friend? A few.

30:Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? Uhm I almost can’t remember the last person I kissed so no.

31:Who was your last call/text message from?

32:Are you mad at anyone? See question 14

33:Have you ever kissed someone older than you? Nope

34:How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? 18

35:How many more days until your birthday? A lot

36:Do you have any summer plans yet? Buy more albums, record more music, usual stuff

37:Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? Mhm

38:Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? Mhm

39:Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? Nope

40:Have you ever regretted kissing someone? Yup

41:Do you think age matters in relationships? YUP

42:Are you available? Emotionally? You can try. Romantically?…you can try.

43:How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? It hasn’t yet but probably 1.

44:If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? Septum but also I wouldn’t

45:Do you believe exes can be friends? It’s possible, but improbable

46:Do you regret anything? Uh huh

47:Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? Far too much

48:Did you ever lose a best friend? Yes

49:Was your last kiss a mistake? Yes

50:Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? But I am…slowly

51:Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? Maybe?

52:Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? Nope

53:What was the last thing you ate? A bagel with peanut butter

54:Did you get any compliments today? Nope

55:Where are you going on your next vacation? Not sure

56:Do you own anything from other countries? A little ship in a bottle from @mayern8

57:Are most of your friend guys or girls? Probably an even split, but more females here

58:Where have you lived most of your life? Malton, Canada

59:When was the last time you took a long drive? Never, long walks are frequent

60:Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? 2 months ago I think

61:Have you ever TPd someone’s house? Nope

62:Who do you text the most? Not sure

63:What was the last movie you saw? I think it was Memento

64:What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? Don’t have one

65:How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011? I had a terrible school dance but that’s it

66:Is the last person you kissed younger than you? No

67:Do you curse around your parents? I try very hard to keep my words small there

68:Are you happy with where you live? Eh, I’d find a way to be unhappy anywhere

69:Picture of yourself? Not a good day for that, I might have one in stock though

70:Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships? Monogamous

71:Have you ever been dumped? Technically no

72:What do you most like about making out? The fact it is just a concept to me and I have never done it

73:Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with? Nope

74:When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? I don’t know

75:What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive? Let’s be weird and say face

76:Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed? Don’t remember

77:Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour? No

78:Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name? No

79:What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face? @lovelyformylove

80:Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? Probably not

81:Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you? Yes

82:Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? Not anymore

83:Do you miss your last sweetie? Hm

84:Last time you slow danced with someone? Fucking never

85:Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met? Nope

86:How can I win your heart? Get thee to a therapist, then we can go for pizza

87:What is your astrological sign? Taurus

88:What were you doing last night at 12 AM? Still studying for said math quiz

89:Do you cook? Yes

90:Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication? My brain hurts

91:If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship? Yes

92:Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? The latter

93:What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest? Working heart, able to think independantly

94:Name four things that you wish you had! @lovelyformylove, @lovelyformylove, a therapist, and most importantly @lovelyformylove

95:Are you a player? Furthest thing from it

96:Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day? That would be interesting

97:Are you a tease? See question 95

98:Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr? Not yet

99:Have you ever been deeply in love with someone? Yes

100:Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with? Yes

101:Hugs or Kisses? Both!

102:Are you too shy to ask someone out? Yes

103:The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Their face

104:Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? Sure

105:If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it? I would tell them to get out of what they have first or leave me alone.

106:Do you flirt a lot? No

107:Your last kiss? At least 4 years ago

108:Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012? Maybe 1?

109:Have you kissed anyone in the past month? Nope

110:If you could kiss anyone who would it be? see question 79

111:Do you know who you’ll kiss next?see question 79, or you know, I’ll die trying or something

112:Does someone like you currently? Yes 

113:Do you currently have feelings for anyone? Also yes

114:Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? Serious mysterious

115:Ever made out with just a friend? Nope

116:Are you happier single or in a relationship? Probably not single