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[hozion]

[thebarroomortheboy]

The Twilight Zone | 3.35 I Sing the Body Electric

[i-woke-up-at-4am-for-this]

The Flames of Forgotten Bonds

We all be wanting a family dynamic fic between Ororon, Capitano and Mavuika after the 5.1 Archon Quest. And I'm now making one of my own. Ororon's POV of course!

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Contains Spoilers!!

Summary: Ororon always felt out of place in Natlan, as though he lacked the sense of purpose everyone around him seemed to have. But when he meets Capitano and joins him in the fight to save Natlan from the Abyss, a new path unfolds before him. Though the Pyro Archon’s plan ultimately saved the nation, for now, something deeper is stirring within Ororon. He begins to question the truth about his past, the identity of the parents who supposedly abandoned him when he was too young to survive on his own. Could there be more to the story than what he's been told?

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Or you can read down below!

Epilogue

Chapter 1

The Stadium in Natlan was filled with a charged silence, a tension thick enough to suffocate. 

Mavuika, the Pyro Archon, towered at the center, her claymore blazing with sunlit fury. Facing her, the Captain—Capitano—stood, his once pristine coat now discarded, revealing the black bodysuit beneath, his long black hair spilling from his helmet. His glowing dark blue eyes pierced through the flames, his breath shallow, chest heaving.

Ororon watched from the shadows, unnoticed by the crowd that gathered in awe of the duel. His heart pounded as he tracked every movement, every strike. 

Though he tried to remain indifferent, something about this confrontation drew him in. It wasn’t just the raw power displayed by the two giants. It was the unspoken connection between them, something that Ororon couldn’t quite place, yet felt deeply drawn to.

Then, it happened—the final clash.

The Pyro Archon and the Captain drew back their fists, unleashing a powerful punch that sent shockwaves reverberating across the battlefield. Flames and smoke erupted from the impact, and for a brief moment, the Stadium seemed to quake under the weight of their combined strength.

But the next sound that echoed across the arena was not of triumph. It was a heavy, defeated exhale.

Through the haze of smoke, Ororon saw him—Capitano—fall to his knees, his chest aflame, the fire licking at his armor as if to consume him. His helmeted face tilted downward, as though even he wasn’t immune to the scorching power of Natlan’s Archon. His body, decayed and weakened by the curse, could no longer withstand the onslaught.

Mavuika stood over him, her fist raised once more, ready to deliver the final blow. The flames reflected in her eyes, and in that moment, it was as though Natlan’s burning spirit stood ready to claim her enemy’s life. But something shifted in the air. A hesitation.

Ororon felt it—an instinct to act. 

Before his mind could catch up with his body, he was moving, rushing through the thick smoke toward the crumbling figure of the Captain. 

He reached Capitano just as Mavuika’s fist came crashing down, and with a surge of adrenaline, Ororon grabbed him, pulling him away from the devastating blow.

The explosion that followed was deafening. Flames roared across the Stadium, engulfing the area where Capitano had once knelt. Ororon shielded the Captain’s limp body from the worst of it, dragging him into the shadowed recesses of the arena before anyone could spot them.

In the smoldering silence that followed, Ororon knelt beside Capitano’s charred, unmoving form. The Captain’s armor was cracked, revealing glimpses of his decaying flesh beneath. His breathing was shallow, his body burned from the clash. Yet, even now, Ororon could sense the power within him—faint, but unmistakable.

"Why did I save you?" Ororon muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the crackling of the flames. 

His gaze lingered on the Captain’s helmet, wondering what lay beneath the cold mask that obscured his face.

And then, in the stillness of that moment, the question that had haunted Ororon since the duel began returned to him, sharper than ever: Who are you really, Capitano?

But perhaps, more importantly—Who am I to you?

[cupuacu]

bought pastelzinhos again life is beautiful

[astrometrych]

Astronomy #Space #Espace #Astrometry

[sakura0492]

Schwarz Prinz 3.35

To był sobotni wieczór. Marcel wracał do pustego domu . Był bardzo pijany i chciał tylko usnąć. Przysięgał, że nigdy już tak się nie upije. Taksówką wrócił do domu . Kierowca miał zamiar zaczekać ,ale ,gdy zobaczył nadjeżdżający radiowóz zmienił zamiary. Odjechał. Tymczasem Marcel otwierał furtkę . Wypadły mu klucze. Schylił się i przewrócił . Stracił przytomność . Policjanci natychmiast wyskoczyli . Dokonali wstępnych oględzin. Potem wnieśli go do radiowozu i odjechali . A klucze same zostały dokładnie pod bramą .

[mourning-again-in-america]

and after all that, i can't seem to find a way to get python to use a newer version of sqlite than 3.34

[theodoreangelos]

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[theladyfae]

the cracks you made i filled with mortar a broken pot can still hold water symphonies and sweat and sex mean nothing when you are obsessed with sin and soil and strength and song and all the words that came out wrong and him

[qweenexplosionmurder]

a few Palestinian families have reached out to me on twitter to help them share their fundraisers, so I decided to make a post here and boost them. I will also add any other campaigns I come across with. Please reblog and donate if you are able to!

(these are all already checked to be real / not scams!)

Help Zinh and her Family to be safe in Gaza! (32% of goal reached) (originally meant to rebuild their home, now they're fundraising to evacuate to Egypt)

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[thebarroomortheboy]

In the scene where Veronica Cartwright is standing on the stairs in the family living room, behind her lining the stairway wall are several paintings of birds. She was filming Hitchcock's "The Birds (1963)" around this time.

THE TWILIGHT ZONE | 3.35 I Sing the Body Electric

[onxob]

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[benkenobee]

Ended up down the rabbit hole of how many Jedi there were before Order 66. According to my research, there were about 10,000 Jedi knights. I don't think that number includes any of the younglings, padawans, or elders (I'm including the masters with the Jedi knight number since ultimately, they're still knights but just with a padawan who has passed the trials). It doesn't include the service corps of the Jedi order either. So, just to be super generous, let's just say there were 40,000 members and affiliates of the Jedi order.

As for the entirety of the galaxy Star Wars is in, there was no clear number for the population but the roughest estimate I could find was somewhere between 96 trillion (96,000,000,000) at the lowest to 400 quadrillion (400,000,000,000,000,000) at the highest.

If we were being super duper generous, the Jedi order made up approximately 4.16666667 × 10e-08% or 0.0000000416666667% of the GFFA population.

That number is just so ridiculously tiny. So to get a clearer understanding of how small that is, let's use Earth's population: 8.05 billion. 0.0000000416666667% of Earth's population is 3.35. The Jedi order would be made up of 3 people (4 if we're rounding up) in our world.

[thir10th]

you're too sweet for me - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

summary: You can't sleep, and Emily finds a way to kill some time TW: smut, food play, oral sex, fingering, no proofread because i'm tired asf, that's it lmk if i miss something A/N: this is probably the nastiest thing i've written to date, i hope you like it as much as me. Like & reblog

You turn over, trying not to wake up the woman who sleeps on your side, her arm wrapped around your waist.

3.35 am the bedside clock reads

Emily's apartment has always been so comfortable, you've always liked staying over, her sheets always smell like her, always a good bottle of wine on the fridge, your favorite cat wondering around, purring every time you scratched the back of his ears.

Emily’s place was starting to feel like home, and you were just so thankful for that, but right now you couldn’t sleep.

You had had a long day at work, got home after coming back from a long case, nether of you had wanted to cook, so you ordered takeout and got lost into each other for a couple of hours, you’d think that would be enough to put you to sleep, but you had the habit of having a coffee on the afternoon, and that kept you awake for a long time.

You got up from bed, slowly, to avoid waking her up. You find her shirt on the floor along with the rest of both your clothes scattered around, you put your underwear and her shirt, and walk to the kitchen to find something to eat and kill some time.

You open the fridge. There’s not much since you were out for the whole week.

You are looking for an apple on the back when you hear footsteps entering the kitchen

“Hey, what’s up? You can’t sleep?” You turn around to see your girlfriend, carrying Sergio in her arms, she’s wearing an old shirt she wears as pyjamas, her black sex hair all messy on her shoulders, she gives Sergio a kiss on the head before leaving him on the floor.

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up” you say, she walks up to you, surrounding your waist with her arm, pulling you to peck your lips, the door of the fridge still open “there’s not much, we should go grocery shopping tomorrow” you say, laying your head on her shoulder.

She looks on the first shelf, a triumphant smile on her face when she finds what she was looking for “but there is, this” a can of whipped cream on her hand

The mischievous smile starting to form on her lips suggests she has something in mind for you

“I don’t think that is the best we can have before bed” you say trying to play it cool, she runs her hand caressing the uncovered skin between her shirt and your underwear.

“You know what? I’m hungry too” she kisses you on the lips, then your cheek, leves a soft trail of wet, soft kisses until she reaches your earlobe, tugging it between her teeth, biting it gently

“of you” her soft breath on your ear, she moves donw to kiss the curve of your neck, nipping the soft skin with her teeth.

“Lay down” she says in her most commanding voice, and you comply, you sit up on the kitchen table, the cold surface coming in contact with your naked skin.

"good girl" your girlfriends voice low and bossy, you can feel the wetness between your legs, only Emily could get you like that with only a couple of words.

She starts unbuttoning your shirt (her shirt?) slowly revealing your chest, she unbuttons your shirt, moving the fabric aside to leave your entire chest exposed, your nipples erect as they come into contact with the cool air

"this is gonna be messy, ok baby?" she looks at you in the eye, you can't look away from her, the whole scene feels tremendously erotic, completely out of breath, you can't bring yourself to form any coherent words, so you simply nod.

She leaves a soft kiss on one of your nipples, you close your eyes to the feeling, when the sound of the can and the cold snetation of the whipped cream on your sensitive bud makes you cry out in surprise

"shhh, it's ok, you look delicious like this, baby" she hastily lapped up the whipped cream, sucking your strained nipple into her mouth, making sure to gather up every last drop.

you moan beneath her, feeling her warm mouth give your nipple her undivided attention.

She straddled you on the table, and poured some more whipped cream on your neck, right on your collarbone, this time you were expecting it so the cold doesn't startle you as much.

You follow her every move, she hungrily lapes up the syrup making a sticky mess of her girlfriend’s neck. You let out little sighs and whines when Emily leaves bites along your supple skin.

Emily breaks away for a moment, meeting the your lust filled eyes. "taste good baby, so sweet" she whispers, she smirks and leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses along your sternum, her hot tongue feels like fire against your soft skin.

She takes the can again, spraying a large amount of cream on your other nipple, you could feel the wetness between your legs when her mouth assaulted your nipple, roughly licked over the pebbled bud, trapping it between her teeth, gently pulling it, the slight pain turning into instant pleasure, her tongue made sure to take the whipped cream as she did so.

She moves her head up and crashes her lips against yours, you can taste the sweetness of the cream on her lips, her tongue, a low whimper escaping your throat, she bites down on your lower lip, and uses her free hand to spray a long line of whipped cream all along your stomach.

She leaves your mouth to lick all the way down, her tongue licks your stomach all the way down to your lower stomach, taking your underwear off painfully slow.

Emily smirked and traveled lower to your navel. She ever so slowly licked up the whipped cream across your bikini line. The sweet smell of the sugar mixed with the scent of your arousal made Emily ache between her legs.

She kissed your stomach and lifted your left leg, resting it over her shoulder, eyeing your strawberry painted thigh hungrily. Your pink folds were slick and glistening with excitement, Emily drawls at the scene.

"You're soaked, baby" she whispers, and runs a finger through the slick, making you gasp. You admire the scene from your position, her eyes full of hunger, she licks her finger clean.

You bite your lip with excitement, you only want your girlfriend to dive in between your thighs and not come back for hours.

She turned and licked the smooth skin on your thighs, kissing and biting, leaving what sure would turn into purple spots by tomorrow.

As much as Emily wanted to tease you, she was getting as desperate now, she wanted to lick you up, she already knew you tasted better than any sugar.

She slowly toys at your aching clit with her fingers. Then she indulgently circles the rim of the tight entrance with the pads of her fingers.

You squirm, arching your back in protest of Emily's leisure. Satisfied with the non-verbal begging, your girlfriend curles her fingers inside you.

You buck your hips into her touch, desperately trying to create more friction.

Emily chuckles and runs her tongue from your knee to your inner thigh. A whimper escapes your lips, feeling your walls tighten around her extremities.

Once your legs are covered in saliva and the cream is almost completely gone, Emily licks her lips and admires the mess between your legs. 

“Ems please, I need you.” you beg, looking up at her pleadingly, with her seductive big brown eyes watching you.

Emily smirks and practically dives between your thighs.

You throw your head back and moan. The angelic sound only encouraged Emily more. She puts both your legs over her shoulders, as if desperate to keep you from escaping.

Emily sucks at your clit and slowly flicks over it with her tongue, all while thrusting her fingers inside those clenching walls, searching until she finds the spot that makes you scream. 

The wet walls surrounding her fingers spasm and clench around her.

“Em” you cry deliciously “right there, please don’t stop-”

Your girlfriend obliges. She can feel you getting close. Your thighs quiver with every thrust of her fingers. Your whines become increasingly shrill as your muscles squeeze.

“ Emily!” You gasp your lover’s name deliriously, your hands grabbing the sides of the table for some support.

You throw your head back as the wave of ecstasy overtakes you, arching your basck in pleasure, releasing loud whines of ecstasy.

Emily doesn't stop curling her fingers inside you until the spasms stop.

She pushes your legs off her shoulders and smiles at your soft and tired expression.

"Good?" she asks as she sees you finally opening your eyes again, you slowly regain conciousness after the strong orgasm your girlfriend had just given you

"perfect, like always, but now i'm all sticky" you answer, she moves next to you, and offers you her hand to help you, you grab it and get up from the table, surrounding her body with your arm for support

"shower then?" she asks as she peppers little kisses about your soft face for comfort.

You nod, Emily chuckles and gives your ass a firm smack, earning a purr from you. 

She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling your heads close to peck your lips softly, you walk to the bathroom attached to each other's body,

"C'mon, let's put to use the sugar rush" you say, pushing her inside the shower and lowering your head to kiss her neck.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: let's just pretend this isn't based on my thoughts every time i listen to "too sweet" by Hozier. I hope you enjoy, leave feedback is always appreciated <3

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[honeyjars-sims]

3.35 Sticky Situation

It’s the second day of our camping trip and I’m realizing that even when she’s on vacation, Lucy is still in work mode. With the spotty cell service on the mountain, she’s not able to do any actual work so she’s channeling all of her energy into making sure things run smoothly on the trip.

She was up before the rest of us this morning cleaning up our mess from the night before and now that everyone’s awake, she’s been looking for things to do. “We should gather more firewood,” she says.

“We have all day to do that,” I tell her. “Just relax. This is a vacation, remember?”

“I know, but I can’t relax when there are things that need to be done. I always get like this when I’m…on vacation.” I have a feeling there’s more going on but before I can ask her about it, Paul jumps in.

“Well, if you can’t relax until things are done, then at least let someone else do it,” he insists. He turns to me. “John and I can gather up some firewood while you get in some relaxation.”

I start to protest the suggestion–I always hate it when I get roped into hard labor just because I’m a guy–but Lucy looks so relieved that I decide to let it go. “Yeah, we’ll take care of it,” I say instead, and Paul and I head off into the woods.

We barely make it a few feet before Paul starts droning on about how you want to make sure you get the right type of wood, and you have to make sure the pieces you pick aren’t too wet, and blah, blah, blah. “Yeah, yeah,” I cut in. “If I have to do this, then I’m gonna do it my way.”

“Oh? What’s your way? If you have any insights, I’m happy to hear them.”

“It’s pretty simple. Is this wood? If yes, then I pick it up.”

“Hmm, ok,” he says, sounding uncertain. “I suppose we’ll see how that goes tonight.” 

“I guess we will.”

“You’re kind of competitive aren’t you?” he asks.

I feel my face growing hot, remembering how I tried–and failed–to show him up on our last hiking trip. “Uh, not really,” I mutter.

“Oh, so, it’s just with me then?” His words would sound confrontational if not for the softness of his tone. He seems more curious than argumentative.

“Look, I’m sorry about all of that. I was just feeling a little insecure with all of the attention you were getting from the girls. I’m trying to be more mature about it, though.”

“Ahh, the girls,” he replies. “That’s what that was about. I don’t see what you’re so insecure about, though.”

“Well, I mean, you’re going to be a doctor, and you’re more athletic than I am.” Spelling out my insecurities isn’t exactly making me feel better about them. 

Paul shrugs. “I don’t even start med school until the fall,” he counters. “Besides, you had everyone laughing and that’s something I’ve never been good at. In fact, I’m famous in my family for telling the worst jokes.”

“Oh, really?” I ask, excited for an opportunity to pass on some advice about something I’m good at. “In my opinion, the main thing people get wrong about comedy is that they try too hard to be funny instead of just finding opportunities naturally.”

“You think so? Maybe that’s where I’m going wrong.”

“It could be. Go ahead, just say what comes to mind without thinking too much about whether or not it’s funny.”

“Uh, ok, what’s brown and sticky?” he asks.

“I don’t know, what is it?”

“A stick!”

This is not a good joke. Like objectively it’s not, but he has this huge grin on his face like he’s standing on stage at a sold out comedy show, and I can’t help but laugh with him. Not in a mean way; he’s so pleased with himself that it’s kind of endearing. “It was good?” he asks eagerly.

“Well…” I choose my words carefully. “Maybe the joke wasn’t the best, but I think you have the right attitude. I’m sure if you start looking out for the humor in different situations then it’ll start coming naturally to you.”

“Ok, well, thanks for the feedback.”

“No problem. We should probably start gathering up that wood. What did you say we should look for again?”

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