#4425

[collinthenychudson]

New Year’s Eve, the last day of the year. As we all know, it is the holiday when people get together with families and friends, share resolutions, and light fireworks to bring in the new year. But 80 years ago, this would not be the case out on the Great Salt Lake in Utah for a deadly train crash took place on that day.

In the early morning hours of New Year’s Eve December 31st 1944, two trains operating as No. 21, the Westbound Pacific Limited, were preparing to proceed onward to San Francisco with the First 21, the 18-car passenger train, running ahead of the Second 21, the 20-car mail-express train. The Pacific Limited normally ran as a long singular train but it was split in two on this occasion. The First 21 was being pulled by Southern Pacific 4425, a GS-3 Class 4-8-4 “Northern” Type locomotive, while the Second 21 was being pulled by Southern Pacific 4361, an MT-4 class 4-8-2 “Mountain” Type locomotive. Running 38 minutes late, the First 21 departed from Ogden, Utah at 4:38 AM while the second 21 departed at 4:50 AM 12 minutes later.

Things wouldn’t go according to plan however because 17 miles west of Ogden at Bagley along the Lucin Cutoff, a stalled freight train was dealing with a hotbox which would force the two trains to slow down and come to a stop. The First 21 would slow down to 8 mph until stopping when the flagman of the freight train would give the signal. Meanwhile, the Second 21 was speeding at 50 mph in hopes of making up for lost time.

Although engineer James Mcdonald of the Second 21 applied the brakes upon noticing the First 21, it was too late. At 5:14 AM, the Second 21 slammed into the back of the First 21. The last several cars of the First 21 were telescoped into each other while the first few cars of the Second 21 piled into No. 4361 crushing the locomotive’s tender with some sliding into the water and mud.

48 people had died while 81 people were injured with 2 more later dying in the hospital thus bumping the death toll up to 50. Among those who had died were 35 military personnel that were returning home after serving in the Second World War, the death toll also included James McDonald and the flagman of the First 21. Two military hospital cars of the First 21 would be used to take care of the injured passengers until rescue trains from Ogden would arrive at the scene.

During the investigation, it was revealed that the main cause of the wreck was failure to properly control the speed of the Second 21 in accordance with signal indications. While the engineer did apply the brakes, it was said that he “died” due to sudden shock or heart failure. Another factor that caused this wreck was heavy fog which resulted in the fireman of the Second 21 to miss the first stop signal before seeing the second stop signal.

Those who were injured were taken to nearby hospitals such as the Bushnell General Military Hospital in Brigham City. Although there is currently no further information regarding what happened to No. 4361 after the wreck, the locomotive alongside the last few cars of the First 21 and the first few cars of the Second 21 were probably scrapped due to being severely damaged. As for No. 4425, the locomotive was left unharmed and would continue to serve the Southern Pacific until being retired on May 14th, 1956 and later scrapped on July 13th of that year in Los Angeles. None of the 14 GS-3s nor any of the railroad’s 4-8-2s were set aside for preservation when the Southern Pacific ended revenue steam operations in January 1957, although a driving wheel from No. 4422 was salvaged and is at the Railgaints Train Museum in Pomona, California.

The Pacific Limited would continue to run until October 1st, 1947. As for the Southern Pacific, it would continue to use the Lucin Cutoff until 1996 when the railroad became part of the Union Pacific whose trains still continue to use the Lucin Cutoff to this day. It has been 80 years since this wreck occurred and it still holds the title of being Utah’s worst train wreck but rear-end collisions between trains still unfortunately have occurred over the following years and of course before then.

This was made in honor of those who lost their lives and survived this train wreck, I wish you all a Happy New Year.

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[damnfandomproblems]

When people who think you are (or think you should be) a fan of X ship just because you like Y ship and when people who think you hate (or think you should hate) A character/ship because you're not a fan of B ship. Bonus when X & Y and A & B aren't even from the same series.

[quiltofstars]

The Eyes Galaxies (center) // Hanzen

[awakeningthevioletswithin]

Please somebody rescue me!!!!!!!

As of the 20th I haven't been able to pay February rent. Once again I'm in danger of eviction.

I'm going to get evicted if I can't cure immediately. Getting this housing was a miracle. I won't be able to get housing again. I'll be unhoused in winter. I need my housing to survive.

Venmo-Kate-Havekost

Paypal-havekatart@gmail.com

February $400/ $4425

[reality-detective]

💢 Very interesting 🤔

LAW OFFICES OF AISSA WAYNE (John Wayne's Daughter) Obama's S.S. Number

For those of you who don't know but at the very bottom of this writing, the attorney who authored this article is John Wayne's daughter, Aissa Wayne, also a USC graduate.

Well, Well, Well, it looks like someone thoroughly checked into President Obama's Social Security number.

Jean Paul Ludwig or Barack Hussein Obama? S.S.N. #042-68-4425

WOW, read this, it's short - very interesting.

An intensive 6-year investigation has revealed the identity of the man whose Social Security Number (SSN) is being used by President Obama.

Jean Paul Ludwig, who was born in France in 1890, immigrated to the United States in 1924, and was assigned S.S.N. 042-68-4425 (President Obama's current SSN) rec'd on or about March 1977.

Mr. Ludwig lived most of his adult life in Connecticut. Because of that, his SSN begins with the digits 042, which are among only a select few reserved for Connecticut residents.

Barack H. Obama never lived or worked in that state! Therefore, there is no reason on earth for his SSN to start with the digits 042. None whatsoever!

Now comes the best part! J. P. Ludwig spent the final months of his life in Hawaii, where he died.

Conveniently, Obama's grandmother, Madelyn Payne Dunham, worked part-time in the Probate Office in the Honolulu, Hawaii Courthouse, and therefore had access to the SSNs of deceased individuals.

The Social Security Administration was never informed of Ludwig's death, and because he never received Social Security benefits there were no benefits to stop and therefore, no questions were ever raised.

The suspicion, of course, is that Dunham, knowing her grandson was not a U.S. Citizen, either because he was born in Kenya, or became a citizen of Indonesia upon his adoption by Lolo Soetoro, simply scoured the probate records, until she found someone, who died that was not receiving Social Security benefits, and selected Mr. Ludwig’ s Connecticut SSN for her grandson, Barry Obama.

Just wait until the head Birther himself, Donald Trump, gets past the birth certificate and onto the issue of Barry O's use of a stolen SSN. You will see leftist heads exploding, because they will have no way of Defending Obama.

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Although many Americans do not understand the meaning of the term "natural born", there are few who do not understand that if you are using someone else's SSN it is a clear indication of fraud, and a federal offense.

If the voters of this great nation can succeed in bringing this lying, deceitful, cheating, corrupt, impostor to justice it will be the biggest and best news in decades for our country and the world.

"In God We Trust."

[astrologydayz]

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES5💜

MEDUSA ASTEROID 🫦 - 149 CONJUNCT MC IN A WOMAN'S CHART = People c her as beautiful, really beautiful. "Everybody wants her, but nobody can get her" kinda thing. "Stone cold beauty", "won't really let anybody hit". 💜 BLACK MOON LILITH CONJUNCT MOON = a very sexual person, but it's "hidden"/&def not for display for just anybody - People can be really surprised/seriously stunned by how sexual/freaky these people actually can turn out2be!

💘 JUNO CONJUNCT ASC = a VERY loyal person. They can never stand to do anything that comes close to disloyalty. They protect, and stay loyal through all trials - when it comes 2 those they love. Women who have this aspect = born 2 be a loyal/trustworthy wife.

💜 PLUTO CONJUNCT DSC = searching for/attracted2/getting romantic partners who can be very possessive, “edgy”/“rebel like”, shadow searching, intense, calculative, soul deep, power hungry, destructive but transformative, stalker-ish, addicted 2 something, got contacts 2 down under - involved/has been involved in criminality). 💜 BLACK MOON LILITH CONJUNCT MC can be seen as REALLY sexually appealing - people can be all up on them all the time, sexualising them - but they typically hate this. Cuz that's all people see/talk about when it comes 2 them.

💘 VENUS/EROS CONJUNCT/TRINE/QUINTILE PHOTOGRAPHICA ASTEROID - 443 📸💋 show us a person who can look really attractive/sexy on pictures - they're better looking on pics than in rl typically, if they don't got any aspects 2 mc from "good looking"/sexy planets/asteroids.

💘 VENUS CONJUNCT ASC IN A WOMAN'S CHART = usually a "good girl" - she's loving, charming, caring, kind, compassionate & she judges nobody. She strives 2 be one of those who "gives a hand4free" - always ready 2 help. She's also loved/adored by many typically! People can praise her a lot.

🩵 MOON CONJUNCT ASC = a person who can't stop themselves from speaking their mind, all the time - good, or bad. They typically can't lie either - they have a need 2 share/can't really contain themselves from sharing exactly how/what they feel/think. MOON CONJUNCT SADO ASTEROID - 118230 = a person who’s very sadistic, but hides their sadistic tendencies away from the world. People can be shocked by these people, as they don't show any of these traits publicly.

NESSUS SQUARE ASC = a person who tries 2 "ignore"/or push aside their abusive tendencies.

❤️ MARS IN 12TH HOUSE = a person who can have a really hard time with confrontation/problems with asserting/standing up for themselves - they don't like conflicts with others. ❤️ Mars conjunct/square Pluto show us a person with an explosive temper - anger issues, problems with controlling themselves/can show tendencies to be violent - u should def not mess with those who have this aspect in their chart. Revenge is one of the many things these people invented.

NORTH NODE IN 7TH HOUSE/CONJUNCT DSC = a person whose life purpose/theme is marriage/relationships/partnerships!

NORTH NODE CONJUNCT CHIRON can show that one's life purpose/theme is pain - it's something that keeps happening. They can go through so many painful things in this life, that it's just 2fucked up.

PLUTO CONJUNCT ASC people are natural daredevils/rebels. They don't fear anything, or anyone. They live by their own rules - unless something else is overshadowing it, ofc!

SUN CONJUNCT BILK ASTEROID - 4425 IN SYNASTRY = Asteroid person using Sun person for own financial gain/or just gain in general.

NORTH NODE CONJUNCT CHIRON IN SYNASTRY = Chiron person brings a recurring theme of pain 2 the North Node person💔.

💘 VENUS CONJUNCT PHOLUS ASTEROID - 5145 IN SYNASTRY = asteroid person "blows" up/explodes the Venus person's love, affection, attraction, desires, creativity, beauty etc.

❤️ MARS CONJUNCT PHOLUS ASTEROID - 5145 IN SYNASTRY = asteroid person "blows" up/explodes the Mars person's sexual desires/"sex drive", anger, competitiveness, dominance, assertiveness, ambitions etc.

CHIRON CONJUNCT PHOLUS ASTEROID - 5145 IN SYNASTRY = Pholus person blows up the Chiron persons pain/wounds.

THANKS4READING BABE!

I APPRECIATE U, ALWAYS💋

[centuriespast]

MINIATURIST, Flemish Guillaume de Lorris and Jean de Meung: Romance of the Rose 1490s Manuscript (Harley Ms. 4425) British Library, London

[aster269]

Here's my friend code for Pokemon Go

9004 5444 4425

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[malfoy-mrsdracomalfoy]

Race You To The Top!

Pairing: Bestfriend!Draco Malfoy x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

House: Ravenclaw

Warnings: Some cussing

Word Count: 4425

Summary: Draco and reader are just friends... right?

Author's Note: This is part one of three.

PART TWO PART THREE

PART ONE

Reader's Point Of View:

Draco walks into my dorm unannounced, greeting me with the nickname I hate.

"Hey, lovebug." I roll my eyes and pretend to gag myself.

"Do me a favor and never call me that again. It's cringe." He flops down on my bed, grinning widely. I look at him silently for a few moments before deciding he's too cute to be annoyed at. Seeing my resignation, he gives me a wink, tucking his hands behind his head and leaning against the headboard. He knows he's my soft spot.

"What brings you to my neck of the woods? And take your shoes off. Why are they on my bed?" I ask, incredulous, before heading into the bathroom. Once I grab my curling iron, I turn to face the mirror. He laughs sheepishly, sliding off his shoes before laying up against the headboard again.

"Do I need to have a reason to pay you a visit?" His tone is playful, but there's something almost... soft in his eyes. "Anyway, Hermione sent me to check on you." I wrap a strand of hair around the barrel while looking at his reflection.

"She did?" I ask, surprised. "That's unusual." He chuckles, putting a pillow beneath his head.

"Yeah, apparently she thought I'd be less intrusive than her showing up announced." His gaze follows my hair curling. "Why are you doing your hair?" He asks, clearly deflecting. He's lying, I know it. That does not sound like Hermione at all. He came to see me because he wanted to, and is making up an excuse to avoid looking overly-attached. I give him a prolong look, wondering if I should humor him or call him out. I decide on the former.

"I guess so. You do show up unannounced far more often than she does." I tease, dropping the curl and wrapping another strand. "And I just felt like doing my hair today. Jealous? It must be because your hair looks like a bird's nest." I jest. He rolls his eyes, but I spy a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips.

"Terribly funny." He says sarcastically before running a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down. "I just think it's... different." He looks at me, and I witness an internal struggle before he asks, "Are you headed to see some bloke?" with an air of indifference.

"I know, I don't do it often. I'm just so perfect without all the extra effort." I joke. He stares at me, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Right..." He says, trailing off. "Merlin forbid you put in "effort". As if you're not perfect even without any." He says, catching himself with a grimace, but it's too late. I already heard it.

"Dragon." I coo, looking over my shoulder at him. "That was so sweet." He rolls his eyes, feigning nonchalance.

"Don't let it get to your head." He says, sitting quiet a moment before deciding something. "You didn't answer my question." He declares, firmer now. I raise a curious eyebrow, wondering why he's pressing the issue.

"No, I am not getting ready just to go see some guy." I say slowly, reassuring him. His face smooths out in relief immediately. How peculiar. A genuine smile crosses his face and he lets out a sigh, getting comfortable in my silk sheets as per usual while he watches me in the mirror.

"You know what I was thinking?" I say, eyes meeting his in the mirror. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

"What were you thinking, oh great and flawless one?" He teases, but his tone is light and playful.

"We should do something different. Spice it up one day by not following a routine." I start, knowing we are both type A people. "Does that sound... fun?" I ask, hopeful but preparing for a resounding no.

To my great surprise, his eyes light up with interest and he sits up on the bed, suddenly more alert. "Not follow a schedule?" He grins mischievously, already seeming to enjoy the idea. "Do something spontaneous for once?" He asks, after some thought- hesitating momentarily like a true type A would at this idea. If his thought process is anything like mine right now, he's probably already planning how to be spontaneous. The irony is not lost on me, and I want to break out of that mold- just for a day.

"That's exactly what I mean! How does that sound? Terrifying?" I ask, giggling slightly and bouncing on my heels. He grins wider, standing up and walking over to me- his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Terrifying, yes. But bloody brilliant." He says, his voice low yet enthusiastic. "Let's do it. No routine, no plans. Just... whatever happens, happens..." He trails off- an underlying tone present but not obvious. What's on his mind?

I finish my hair and twirl towards him, squealing in delight. I take the few steps that exist in the space between us and wrap my arms around his shoulders, my small bounce now becoming more contained so I can hug him without bouncing him up and down with me.

"What if we start off by going flying? You, me, our brooms?" I say against his chest, still wrapping him in my arms. Draco and I aren't the affectionate type, so I'm taking advantage of this small moment where he's tolerating it from me. He catches me in a tight hug, a genuine, carefree laugh escaping him. "Fuck yes." He says, grinning down at me, his earlier nonchalance forgotten to reveal genuine enthusiasm.

"Shall we have our spontaneous day... today?" I pull back slightly to look up at him, tilting my head to the left- eyes wide and hopeful. His eyes slightly widen and his eyebrows shoot up for a second before he covers it with a laugh, his arms still wrapped around me.

"Today it is, lovebug. Let's not waste another bloody minute." He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting mine sincerely. "Give me five minutes to grab my broom and we'll meet at the Quidditch pitch." I ignore the stupid nickname and kiss his cheek in excitement.

"Go, quickly! We're burning daylight." I spin out of his arms and head towards my wardrobe. "Lose the slacks and button-down and wear some comfortable clothes! Who knows where today will take us." I call over my shoulder, already planning an outfit in my head. He chuckles and stands there a few moments, watching me flit around the wardrobe, collecting various pieces of my outfit.

"Right. Comfortable clothes it is." He turns and heads out. "See you at the pitch!" He calls over his shoulder, already down the hallway- easily covering the distance with his long legs.

I change into my favorite casual chic outfit, pulling my freshly curled hair half up and adding a claw clip. Taking a moment to appraise my outfit in the mirror- I catch myself feeling hesitant. 'What if he doesn't like it? Will he think I look cute?' I think to myself before I could stop it.

"Why should I care?" I say out loud, forcing some laughter out and shrugging while looking at myself in the mirror. "It's only Draco, after all." I find myself nervously pacing the bathroom a few moments, gathering my thoughts. Once I feel in my right mind again, I spray my favorite perfume on all my pulse points- wanting to smell good if Draco gets close to me.

I halt. 'Why am I thinking like this?' I wonder to myself, knowing I need to pull it together. I take those thoughts and shove them aside and with a deep breath, I head out- looking forward to my day with Draco.

When I approach the pitch carrying my broom, I spy Draco looking at his own broom intently, as if contemplating something on it. When he hears me approach, he looks up and his eyes widen as he takes in my appearance, and he swallows hard. He temporarily looks... flustered? It's probably nothing. I'm imagining things.

"You like it? Not like my usual attire, hm? I can be versatile!" I joke, wanting to alleviate the tension of this moment with laughter. "Ready then?" He swallows hard once more before schooling his features to his usual playful demeanor he saves just for me.

"You can wear a bloody potato sack and still look good. Yes, I'm ready."

"Race you! 1, 2, 3- GO!" I say, mounting my broom and flying off without giving him a chance to comprehend what I said. I hear him laugh in surprise, quickly mounting his own broom and taking off after me. He catches up easily, matching my speed as I fly through the open sky.

"You cheated you little-!" He starts, only to be cut off as I suddenly dive toward the ground. I cheer as I descend, laughing and waiting until the last second to pull up my broom and launch myself back up to the sky. He follows my sudden dive, our hearts racing with adrenaline. He copies me, and pulls up at the last possible second.

He laughs loudly, the sound echoing through the air as we fly in and out of clouds- getting damp in the process but not caring at all. "Show off!" He calls to me, chasing after me as I perform risky loops. He follows suit, keeping up better than I thought he would be able to. I hover for a moment, keeping my eyes trained on him, impressed and amused. "Now who's showing off?" I call to him playfully.

He laughs as he does several tricks I'm sure he learned in Quidditch. Once he notices my eyes are following his every move, he deliberately speeds up, attempting a daring aerial roll to show me exactly how skilled he is on a broom. "I'm just matching your absolutely mental piloting." He says, voice erratic as he rolls.

"People better stay out of the skies today, or they'll be in our way!" I say, wind carrying the laughter in my voice as I fly up and do a reverse roll. I hear him laugh, a genuine sound of joy. He mirrors my reverse roll effortlessly, his broom handling the maneuver with precision. "Today is our day to own the skies!" He says, grin fully in place and voice filled with exhilaration. I laugh and watch him with admiration.

"Our day." I repeat, giving him a warm smile. His grin softens to an affectionate smile as he catches my expression. For a moment, we forget we're flying at dangerous speeds and performing risky maneuvers. It's just us- two best friends sharing a special moment.

"Ours." He repeats one more, voice affectionate as we hover facing each other, the tops of our brooms nearly touching. After a charged moment, I give him a meaningful smile and launch off once more, doing an elaborate loop-de-loop to distract myself from the feelings bubbling in my chest.

I feel his eyes on me as the sun catches my face and when I look towards him, I'm stopped dead in my tracks with the look he's giving me. He's never looked at me so intensely. It makes my heart race and breath catch in my throat. Feeling stunned, I stop flying and sit there on my stilled broom, hovering. He hasn't moved from his position where our brooms were nearly touching only minutes ago. For a moment, we're frozen- eyes locked and wearing matching expressions. It's clear these looks aren't platonic.

I watch the breeze ruffle through his platinum locks, his hair glowing like an angel's halo. His eyes are so pale blue, they're nearly indistinguishable with the sky around us. The clouds rival the whites of his eyes and teeth. The sun shines on his face and his skin glows ethereally. He's so beautiful it physically hurts. Unable to look away, my eyes stay glued to him- wide and adoring. I feel myself trying to take in his every feature, to bottle this moment in my mind. Without realizing it, we've both hovered towards each other.

Two best friends floating among the fluffy clouds, the pleasantly warm sun catching our silhouettes, bathing us in flattering lights- our features artfully glowing and enhancing both our appearances, and seeming to heighten our feelings for one another.

The breeze caresses our hair and strokes our skin as we lean towards each other- eyes glued on one another- entranced. The magnet pull drags me in and I see Draco has fallen victim to it, as well. Within seconds, our lips have found each other. He's kissing me. My best friend, Draco Malfoy is kissing me right now. I have to will myself to take this moment as is, remind myself to just enjoy it while we're present in it. For a few moments, we lose ourselves in the sensations of one another. All I feel is the softness of his lips and face, and the gentle tickling of my hair and his getting slightly intertwined as the breeze envelops us. I hear his heart pounding, and I'm sure he can hear mine, too. His quiet breaths mingle with mine as we gently express how we feel about one another.

This moment feels perfect. Too perfect. I halt, pulling myself out of a reverie. He seems to sense the shift and gently pulls away, but he keeps his eyes on me. For a few moments, we stare at each other. Faces filled with unspoken thoughts and unexpressed emotions. We don't know where to go with this. The risk is high, but the reward can be, too.

He breaks the moment this time, following the loop I completed prior to this moment, his face deep in thought. I think he's just taking a breather, and I decide to follow his lead.

We fly separately for a few minutes, both unsure how to break the charged silence that's now befallen us. We meet each other's eyes after a little while- finally brave enough to risk it- and somehow something has shifted again. We're both unwilling to think on this further- and have silently agreed to make the most of our day. This isn't exactly a discussion to be had hundreds of feet in the air.

"Race you to the top!" I say as I point at the mountain's peak about a mile ahead of us, finally breaking the silence.

"You're on!" He shouts, pushing his broom to speed up as he races me towards the mountain's peak. His competitive nature takes over, but he keeps his lopsided grin on his face. Flying together... it's one of the best feelings in the world. I wink at him and fly past him, body leaning forward as I dart off- quick as lightening.

His eyes widen in surprise and amusement as I zip past him like a shooting star. He lets out an incredulous laugh, immediately pushing his broom faster to catch up. "Cheater!" He calls out, his voice carrying on the wind and echoing on the mountains as we fly through the middle of them.

"Those are fighting words!" I call to him, thankful we're back to our playful selves. He grins fiercely, gaining on me rapidly.

"And I accept the challenge!" He calls back, performing a sudden sharp turn to cut me off. The mountain peak looms closer, and it's clear he's determined to win this race. "See you on the other side!" He mocks, laughing as he pulls ahead. I raise an eyebrow and drop a couple of feet. He turns to see where I'm at but has fully lost sight of me because I'm flying beneath him in the shadows.

He looks confused, head facing forward to watch where he's going but flicking back to see if he spots me anywhere. He glances up, thinking I'm above him. I raise my broom, exiting the shadows and flying directly in front of him- taking the lead once more.

He lets out a surprised laugh, impressed by my maneuver. He shakes his head, trying to keep up with me as I take the lead- again. "Bloody hell, woman. Where did you learn to fly like that?" He calls out playfully, pushing his broom to match my speed.

"Maybe it's just a gift?" I look over my shoulder at him, hair whipping behind me as I smirk. So much for the curls I put in them earlier. He smirks back, his competitive nature fueling his determination.

"Or maybe you're just a natural born cheater!" He teases, his broom inching closer to mine as we race through the final stretch up the side of the tallest mountain. "But I won't lose to you that easily."

"Oh yes you will." I lean forward, determined to win. I sense his competitive spirit flaring, watching as his jaw clenches in determination.

"In your dreams." He scoffs.

"Dreams can become a reality if you work for it!" I say as I speed up, mere feet from our finish line. He pushes his broom to its absolute limit, his face contorted with effort and determination. He's right beside me, our brooms passing each other inch by inch as our race stays tied. We're evenly matched.

I take moment to look at him, and when he catches my eye, I send him a wink and push forward to victory- successfully beating him to the mountain's peak.

Draco watches in disbelief as I surge forward, beating him by mere inches. He pulls up short, his broom hovering just below the summit as he stares at me in shock. "You actually did it. You actually beat me." He says in disbelief. I fly down to him, stopping next to him as I hover in the air.

"Of course I did." I say, leaning towards him. "Good race anyway." His shock melts into begrudging smile as I lean toward him. He shakes his head, his mouth growing into a genuine grin. "Good race? You hardly gave me a chance!" Despite his words, there's no venom in his tone, only playful accusation. I look at him for a moment, running my hand through his hair.

"You look disheveled." I say softly, suddenly feeling affectionate. He freezes at my touch, his breath catching slightly before he leans into my touch ever so slightly. I give his blonde head a small scratch and he laughs gently, eyes sliding closed for a moment before meeting my gaze again.

"You don't look nearly smug enough for someone who just beat me." He says, eyes soft and trained on mine- still leaning into my scratching hand. I laugh and slide my fingers up through his hair, slowly this time.

"You're entirely too calm for a Slytherin who just lost to a Ravenclaw."

"Maybe I'm not your typical Slytherin." He murmurs softly, reaching for my free hand, once it's securely in his own he says, "I guess not all Ravenclaws are show offs who are bad at flying." I stop sliding my fingers through his hair and instead caress down the side of his neck to his shoulders to adjust his shirt slightly.

"You're right about that." I say softly, watching his eyes flutter closed briefly as my hand makes its decent on his skin. He swallows hard, likely trying to ignore the shiver that I felt run down his spine.

"Is that so?" He murmurs, his voice slightly hoarse. "And here I thought you were just lucky today." I laugh softly, sliding my wandering hand to his shoulder and leaving it there. "Lucky? More like skilled. Admit it." I tease.

"Merlin forbid a Malfoy admitting a Ravenclaw is good at something other than being an insufferable know-it-all." He teases back, no bite to his words. His eyes briefly dart to my hand on his shoulder then back to mine, and I catch a small, sheepish smile cross his face before being replaced with his teasing grin. "Answer me something honest?" He says, voice calm.

"Sure, what is it?" I slowly caress his shoulder with my hand.

"Why did you even bother racing me if you knew you'd win?" His tone is light, genuinely curious. "And don't say it's because you love competing."

"Easy. I didn't know I'd win." I say, smirking and leaning forward to be closer to him. "You're quite the competition." His smirk matches mine, and he leans in himself- enjoying the close proximity.

"I thought you were going to say something like 'I never back down from a challenge.'" He tells me, using his free hand to reach for a small section of hair that's dangling in messy, wind-blown waves against my collarbone.

"Well, that's true too." I admit with a laugh, appreciating the feeling of his fingers twirling around the strands. He can't help but chuckle, shaking his head at my admission.

"Your ego rivals Snapes'. And that's saying something." He jokes, letting his eyes look over my features appreciatively. I gasp in mock shock, dropping his hand and sitting upright on my broom again.

"You wound me." I say, dramatically, taking my hand that was placed on him to instead lay against my forehead, feigning feeling faint. He bursts into laughter.

"I'm sure you'll survive that injury." He teases, tucking the section of hair behind my ear, letting his fingers graze and linger on my skin.

"Of course I can. I'm used to it. My biggest bully also happens to be my best friend." I watch his face soften, turning affectionate for a moment before he clears his throat, trying to play it cool. "Well, someone's got to keep you in line."

"You fancy yourself that person?" I say flirtily. He smirks, dropping the 'cool' facade and showing me his true self again.

"Absolutely. Who else would put up with your competitive arse, your know-it-all brain, and your god-awful taste in music?" He grins, waiting for my reaction.

"That last insult felt personal." I say, laughing.

"It was." He retorts, his laughter joining mine- the sound of our combined joy echoing around the mountains that surround us. "You really do have the worst taste in music."

"You mean best." I say, playfully flicking his shoulder. He rubs the spot dramatically, as if he's hurt gravely.

"In your Ravenclaw dreams." He fires back. We love these moments, where it's just the two of us, joking around like this.

"My dreams are full of victory and you always happen to be the loser in them." I tease.

"Oh? Well in my Slytherin nightmares, you're a bloody awful dancer who trips over her own feet." He says, clearly enjoying this as much as me. He reaches out and playfully taps my nose. "You know what they say about Ravenclaws..." He trails off.

"That our brain is the only thing that rivals our beauty?" I tease. He laughs at my retort, shaking his head.

"You shouldn't be able to keep up with the likes of me so easily." He says, joking. I never take anything he says personally, he means none of his insults.

"No? Well, I just did. What are you going to do about it?"

Draco rolls his eyes dramatically, but his smirk betrays his amusement. He leans in closer, as if whispering a secret.

"Nothing. Arguing with a Ravenclaw is pointless. Especially when they know they're right." He taps my nose again playfully. I smile sweetly at his gesture, taking a moment to look at him.

"You know, this is a good look for you. Maybe better than your well-pressed suits." I tease, looking over his smart casual style. He looks really attractive, so I let my eyes linger to get a thorough look. He laughs, ruffling his hair self-consciously. He's not used to casual attire, and he's become slightly sheepish.

"Shut up." He mutters, his cheeks slightly flushing for a moment. "You look the same in everything... boring Ravenclaw blue..." He says, attempting to deflect by insulting me even though I have no blue on me whatsoever. I throw my head back laughing, not taking his jab personally. "That's because I can pull off anything!" He takes a moment to take in my appearance, the sun has now wrapped us in golden hour. He quickly looks away, trying to maintain his cool facade. 'When did he start pretending around me?' I think to myself. Draco has never been anything other than his authentic self. His voice betrays him when he says, "A Ravenclaw showing off. How predictable."

"You love it. No one else can keep up with you like I can."

"That's true." he mutters softly. He knows I'm the only person that can take his insufferable mood swings, his strategist ways, his crude jokes, his competitiveness, his smart mouth and quick wit. He grins mischievously, seeming to follow my train of thought.

I playfully push my hair off my shoulders and sit up straighter, pretending to be arrogant. "And don't you forget it." He laughs at my false arrogance, eyes following my playful gesture.

"You'd never let me even if I tried." He says, leaning backwards and stretching his legs out. I mirror him for a moment, and watch his profile as his eyes scan the horizon. Golden hour has given us a beautiful glow, bathing us in rich golden hues that wrap around every strand of hair, every finger, every lash. Every time I think he cannot look any better, he stumbles into some more flattering light.

"You know what we should do now?" I say, getting an idea.

"Hmm?" He says, turning his gaze back on me. I stare into his blue eyes for a moment- the silver in his eyes are more pronounced and his eyes look particularly captivating.

"We should have a picnic up here on the mountain's top. We are already up here, after all. What do you say?" I ask, shifting uncomfortably on the broom. I would love a softer surface to sit on, even if it's just for a little bit.

His face breaks into a genuine smile. "A picnic? Here?" He looks around, taking in the breathtaking view. "Truly?" He asks, already getting off his broom and standing up, dusting off his clothes.

"Truly." I say, jumping off my own broom, reaching for his then setting them both against a nearby tree.

I look around at our surroundings- we are completely isolated up here. I turn to Draco to see his mischievous facial expression watching me back.

"We should take advantage of this, right?" He says suggestively, smirking.

I think I know what he has in mind.

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[florntree]

Day 4425

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[ao3feed-jonmartin]

Why can't everyone just go away? (Except you you can stay)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FxyZJcB by Rest_inPepperoni After the incident with "A Guest for Mr. Spider", Jon barely left the house anymore. He barely cared about what was happening outside. And he barely noticed the new boy that appeared on the playground one day. Or: Season 3 is making me sad so have some childhood JonMartin meet-cute, featuring the good old Forgotten First Meeting™. I own nothing but the work, and some original characters. The title is from "Treehouse" by Alex G because I couldn't come up with a title. Enjoy! Words: 4425, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Original Characters, Original Child Character(s) Relationships: Martin Blackwood & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, (kinda) - Relationship Additional Tags: Episode: e081 A Guest for Mr. Spider (The Magnus Archives), Childhood, Childhood Friends, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Forgotten First Meeting, Childhood Memories, Childhood Trauma, I guess? it's only referenced here, hurt/comfort if you squint, Bullying, Implied Bullying, Bullies, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, rated T for bullying and homophobia, mild violence, (Jon gets pushed but he's okay dw), (at least in comparison to canon), i wrote this instead of doing homework, No beta we die like half of the cast in this podcast, Bicycles, blonde Martin Blackwood, I'm a firm believer in Martin with freckles don't @ me read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FxyZJcB

[awakeningthevioletswithin]

Urgent!!! Please, Help Me Keep My Housing!!!

If you can help, please help!!!

My landlord texted, asking for half of my outstanding rent, i haven't been able to make a payment, though.

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February $400/ $4425