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The wisteria In its devotion shall bloom To purify sins.
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Casablanca Records Greatest Hits CD.
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Day Five Thousand Twenty-Seven 5027日目
Cloudy, 24.0 C Measured the length and poured water. Probably 1.1 cm long.
曇り 24.0℃ 長さをはかり、水をやる。おそらく全長1.1cm。
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Fandom Problem #5027:
Getting into fandoms when you were younger (such as Vocaloid to name one) and people in the community being toxic as hell. There's also fandoms that are perceived as toxic when everyone there is really sweet and accepting.
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Vriska Serket, Sollux Captor, John Egbert, Aradia Megido
Act 6, page 6025-6028
VRISKA: Hey guys! Stop dragging your feet 8ack there! You're falling so far 8ehind, you're starting to look tiny and ridiculous from here.
VRISKA: The treasure should 8e 8uried just up ahead. Let's pick up the pace!
SOLLUX: excuse me, s0me 0f us here have special needs. i think i will c0ntinue dragging my feet if y0u d0n't mind.
VRISKA: Sollux, will you just let Aranea heal your eyes already and catch the fuck up?
SOLLUX: N0!!!!!!!!!!
JOHN: hey.
JOHN: aradia, was it?
ARADIA: yes
JOHN: can i ask you something?
ARADIA: ok
JOHN: you seem reasonable, and pretty nice.
ARADIA: :)
JOHN: so i'm wondering.
JOHN: how do you feel about all this?
ARADIA: about what exactly
JOHN: about what vriska and her pirate buddies are doing.
ARADIA: you mean searching for the weapon?
ARADIA: i think its a good idea
JOHN: no, i know.
JOHN: of course it would be great to have an awesome secret weapon, whatever it is.
JOHN: i mean...
JOHN: how do you feel about the way they've been searching for it?
JOHN: by using all your ghost clone friends as bait.
JOHN: and getting the bad guy to blow them all up to reveal the way to the treasure?
ARADIA: thats probably the only way to find it
ARADIA: in my experience the specific path you travel out here is very important
ARADIA: if we did not trace that exact path in that amount of time i doubt we ever would have found the right location
ARADIA: in fact it may never have been found by anyone
JOHN: ok, yes.
JOHN: let's assume it was the only way to find it. granted.
JOHN: but i mean, does that really make it the right way to beat him?
ARADIA: i couldnt say
JOHN: well, how do you feel about it?
JOHN: most of the other pirates seem cool with it, so i'm wondering if you feel differently.
ARADIA: its probably necessary
ARADIA: and they would have embarked on this voyage whether i had come along or not
ARADIA: so i might as well join the fun!
ARADIA: isnt that what you did when you saw our ship?
JOHN: um...
JOHN: sort of.
JOHN: but i didn't know what you were all doing yet.
ARADIA: yes but once you found out you continued journeying with us
JOHN: yeah, but...
JOHN: i'm just hanging out here cause i'm asleep! what else was i going to do?
ARADIA: exactly!
ARADIA: i dont necessarily share their point of view on the meaning of this endeavor though
ARADIA: they consider this to be a great clash between good and evil
ARADIA: but i prefer to look at the coming battle as a matter of housekeeping
ARADIA: in the end all loops must be tidied up
ARADIA: even his
JOHN: ok, but what about your friends!
JOHN: don't you care about them?
ARADIA: of course i do!
ARADIA: i love all my friends
JOHN: then why do you seem so...
JOHN: cheerful?
JOHN: when so many of them are getting zapped by lasers.
ARADIA: do i seem cheerful about that
JOHN: kinda!
ARADIA: i apologize if that is the way i am behaving
ARADIA: it is not true though
ARADIA: i think i look at death differently than most
ARADIA: and it is fair to say this attitude extends to death after death as well
ARADIA: i have learned to be at ease with the cessation of being in any form it takes
ARADIA: but i am not nor will i ever be the monsters handmaid
ARADIA: so please believe that i would never take joy from the destruction of any soul
ARADIA: however you must realize that it is only by the grace of the horrorterrors that so many have been allowed to continue existing for so long
ARADIA: they have persisted for ages beyond their time just as he has
ARADIA: as such it seems to me his rampage is just another kind of housekeeping
ARADIA: while he rounds the ring undoing the work of the gods we must prepare for his undoing as well
ARADIA: to ready the manor for the lords arrival so to speak :)
JOHN: ...
JOHN: i'm sorry, maybe i spaced out through some of that.
JOHN: but i'm still not sure what you're talking about.
JOHN: maybe you could just simplify it for me.
JOHN: are you a good guy or a bad guy?
ARADIA: i dont like to think of myself in those terms
ARADIA: but i do try to be nice to people!
JOHN: dammit.
JOHN: ok, could you just... maybe...
JOHN: give me an idea of what it is you actually want out of all this?
ARADIA: what i want?
ARADIA: hmmm
ARADIA: thats a pretty good question
ARADIA: i think i mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart
#homestuck#vriska serket#sollux captor#john egbert#aradia medigo#homestuck act 6#page 6025#page 6026#page 5027#page 6028#homestuck act 6 intermission 5
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Dierdre Hall
#Columbo#Columbo Cries Wolf#Dierdre Hall#5027 episodes of Days of Our Lives and Counting#I remember one mono winter......#Danny and Renae watch Columbo
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Heads up… it's Fossil Friday! In this archival image, Museum preparators work on a trio of Tyrannosaur skulls. With 4-ft- (1.2-m-) long jaws and powerful bone-crushing teeth, T. rex was one of the largest and most fearsome carnivores of all time. In fact, this dinosaur could bite with about 7,800 pounds of force (34,500 N)—the equivalent to the weight of three cars! No living animal, and few extinct ones, could rival its bite.
Although Tyrannosaurus rex is one of the most renowned dinosaurs, few of the fossil specimens recovered by paleontologists are complete. The first partial T. rex skeleton was discovered by a curator from the Museum—the legendary Barnum Brown—and we have one of the few specimens of T. rex on public display! Fun fact: The Museum’s T. rex specimen, AMNH 5027, inspired the cover of Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park.
Photo: Image no. 129039 © AMNH Library
#science#amnh#fossil#museum#natural history#nature#dinosaur#paleontology#animals#did you know#fact of the day#tyrannosaurus rex#tyrannosaurs#fossil friday#cool animals#ancient animals#jurassic park#museum of natural history#flashback friday#archival photo
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How could you not know?
tenth doctor x GN!reader
Summary: In which an alien fortune teller lets your feelings for the Doctor slip
“5027, the outskirts of Alpha Centauri,” The Doctor explained, landing the TARDIS with a flourish. The ship retaliated with a shake making you wobble a bit in a desperate attempt to not fall over. Sometimes you wondered if the Doctor actually did know what he was doing when it came to the TARDIS. He claimed she was a finicky ship, but you had your suspicions regarding his flying abilities.
Once you had regained your footing you exchanged a childish grin with the Time Lord, both of you excited for your next adventure. Without warning, you bounded excitedly out of the ship, anxious to see what was on the other side.
The sky instantly caught your attention, its purple hue so different from anything you’d seen before. Multiple moons littered the skyline, and cars zoomed through the air above your head. The grass was soft and emitted a faintly sweet aroma. You turned your face to the sky, allowing the light rain to fall on you. With an over joyous giggle you looked back at the Doctor “It’s fantastic!”
He smiled at you lovingly from the TARDIS’ doorway, leaning on the frame slightly. He loved seeing you like this.
“Allons-y?” He asked, more a question than an exclamation. You nodded enthusiastically and held your hand out for him. He locked the door before running to your side, slipping your hand into his.
“By now you lot have spread yourselves across the galaxy,” The Doctor explained, “Mingled with aliens and traveled amongst the stars.”
You watched the Doctor as he talked, completely smitten with his knowledge and passion regarding the vast universe. He talked about it with such passion and enthusiasm, that you had no choice but to listen intently.
“Planets like this sort of turn into a melting pot,” He continued, “you can find just about any species here,” He looked down at you with a smile. “The center of the city is a big ‘ol market of sorts. You can get goods and foods from all around the galaxy,” He explained.
“Kind of like an alien farmers market?” You asked with a laugh.
“Sort of,” He shrugged, “you’ll see.”
After a short walk, you had found yourselves in the aforementioned city center. The Doctor wasn’t joking when he called it a big market. For as long as you could see there were rows and rows of vendors selling everything from oddly colored fruits to exotic fibers, and everything in between. It was almost too much, all of the sights, smells, and textures hitting you at once.
Much to the Doctor’s dismay, you asked to stop at every single booth. It was your first space market, and you wanted to see everything. After all, there was so very much to see.
“Where do we even start?” You breathed, still trying to take it all in. As much as you wanted to run wild, the Doctor was the expert here.
The Doctor scanned the area quickly before leading you to a wooden booth selling what appeared to be bread. Surely the Doctor hadn’t taken you to an alien planet for bread? You were almost certain he was aware of the numerous kinds of bread on Earth.
The Doctor paid for two small loaves and handed one to you.
“Did you really just buy bread?” You laughed, looking at the food in your hands.
“Just try it,” The Doctor grinned.
You examined the loaf, finding it to be more of a pastry than a simple loaf of bread. Deciding it was safe enough you bit into it warily. A slightly sour taste assaulted you, catching you off guard. You pulled the bread away to examine the bright pink jelly that filled it.
“What is this?” You asked the Doctor wide-eyed.
“Neo-fruit,” he smiled, taking a large bite out of his own. “Like it?” He asked, mouth half full. You nodded and took another bite, letting the combination of sweet and sour melt on your tongue. The Doctor finished his treat quickly, but you savored yours as the two of you walked along.
At some point you found yourself stuck at a small booth displaying beautiful scarves. Their silky smooth texture had initially drawn your attention, but the longer you looked at them the more interesting they became. In your hands, you held a scarf the same blue as the TARDIS, with lighter-colored swirls and small yellow dots littered throughout. You must have been holding it for a while because the Doctor noticed.
“You like it?” He asked, pulling you from your thoughts.
“Reminds me of the TARDIS,” You smiled. The Doctor nodded and pulled a few coins from his jacket pocket before handing them to the vendor.
“It’s yours,” He smiled back.
“I- um. Thank you.”
“May I?” He asked, gesturing to the scarf. You nodded quickly, handing it over to him. He ran his fingers through the fabric, unraveling the scarf, before wrapping it gently around you. The action felt so shockingly intimate you couldn’t help but turn a bright scarlet. The Doctor, per usual, had become too distracted to notice. He ran off, leaving you starstruck in his absence.
By the time that you caught back up to the Doctor, he already had two pints of steaming liquid in his hands. He shoved one into your own hands before clinking your glasses together. You stared at the drink, shocked.
“Hot chocolate,” He explained before taking a gulp of his. Foam from the top stuck to his upper lip. You smiled and sipped your own drink, getting the foam on the tip of your nose. Without a second thought, the Doctor used his thumb to wipe it off, the simple touch sending shivers down your spine.
Always in motion, the Doctor kept making his way through the market as you enjoyed your drinks.
You loved spending time with the Doctor like this, taking and laughing while you held hands. His hand always seemed to find its way into yours, almost as if he was scared he might lose you amongst the chaos that followed him.
By the time you had walked through all of the booths, both you and the Doctor were carrying small purchases and laughing comfortably. You decided to loop back through the market on the way to the TARDIS. You walked hand in hand, taking in all of the sights around you.
Your eyes caught on a small booth you hadn’t noticed before. The setup was akin to a fortune teller’s booth. You tugged on the Doctor’s sleeve, excited to see what an alien fortune teller looked like.
You slipped your way through the drapery and into the booth. Inside was a beautiful alien. Her skin was an iridescent white with large ears poking out of her long, silky hair. As your eyes settled on her face, you instantly became aware of her eyes - or lack thereof.
“Greetings!” She hummed, gesturing to the seat before her.
You looked at the Doctor, warry of the stunning creature before you. He nodded, and you took a seat before her. She grasped your hands lightly with her own, her touch feather-light.
After a few moments of silence, she spoke up.
“You love him.”
You cast a wayward glance back at the Doctor, panic coursing through you.
“Yeah,” you laughed, “he’s my best mate.”
“No,” she continued, “you truly love him.”
You stammered, not knowing how to react.
“He’s just a friend,” you smiled painfully. It was true, that’s all the Doctor was.
“But you want more,” she said plainly. You were almost certain if she had eyes they would be baring into your soul.
You looked back at the Doctor, panicked, but he was already walking out of the booth. You pulled your hands from the aliens and dashed after him.
You caught up to him quickly, but he didn’t seem to fully register your presence. The walk back to the TARDIS was silent. The Doctor didn’t seem to have anything to say, and you were too scared to speak up. Was he angry? Your greatest fears settled around you like a very uncomfortable blanket. This was it, the Doctor was finally done with you. All because of one stupid alien.
The Doctor unlocked the ship silently and made his way straight to the console, busying himself with flicking switches and pressing buttons.
You peeled your coat off slowly before draping it over the railing. Absentmindedly your hands went to the scarf around your neck, pulling at the threads anxiously.
“I don’t know what she was talking about,” You laughed, though it wasn’t very convincing.
“No?” The Doctor asked calmly, looking you in the eye. His gaze was so heavy it was almost impossible to look away.
“Really, honestly!” You said, trying to hide your voice crack. The Doctor pulled his eyes away from you and back to the console in front of him. Anxiety built within you again. When the Doctor never responded you spoke up again, “Please say something.”
The Doctor turned his attention back to you, his usually expressive eyes impossible to read.
“Please.” You whispered, pulling at your new scarf desperately.
“You really are oblivious,” He said, pulling his eyes from yours.
“W-what?” You stammered.
“After all this time you still don’t know?” He asked, shoving himself off of the console and walking over to you. “You don’t realize just how hard I’ve fallen for you?”
“Me? Are you sure? Out of the whole universe you fell for me?”
The Doctor laughed brightly, “How could I not?” He asked, his hands ghosting on the sides of your body. You looked up at him, finally seeing all of the love hidden within his honey eyes. You crushed yourself for never noticing it before.
“You’re the most magnificent person I’ve ever met,” he whispered.
Tired of waiting, the Doctor wrapped his arms around you with a newfound urgency. His lips connected with yours, sending all kinds of sparks down your body. You quickly relaxed into the kiss, allowing your arms to drape over his shoulders.
He pulled away briefly, wanting to make sure this was what you wanted. He didn’t even get to open his mouth before you cut him off, a more desperate kiss erupting from you. The Doctor was more than happy to oblige, his arms wrapping even tighter around you. One of his hands moved upwards to cup your face delicately, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin. When you finally pulled away, gasping for air, the Doctor grinned at you.
“Can we do more of that?” You asked, breathlessly.
#10th doctor x reader#10th doctor/reader#tenth doctor x reader#tenth doctor/reader#tenth doctor#10th doctor#the doctor#doctor who#fanfic#doctor who fanfiction#fanfiction#david tennant
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summer lovin
rúben dias x fem!reader
summary: a summer well spent with rúben
a/n: this was v rushed but i wanted to just see how a rúben fic would do. enjoy my angels <3
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T. rex Madness Round 4: Fossil Specimen (Sue FMNH PR 2081) vs. Fossil Specimen (Rexy AMNH 5027)
Fossil Specimen (Sue FMNH PR 2081) – Arguably the most famous of all T. rex specimens. Discovered in 1990 through impressive luck and observation by the fossil’s namesake, Sue Hendrickson, Sue is also one of the best T. rex fossils, being 90% complete by bulk. Following a lengthy dispute over ownership, Sue was put up for auction, inciting fears that the fossil would end up in a private collection. With the help of various donors, Sue was purchased by the Field Museum in Chicago, and has been a fixture there ever since. Sue’s bones show signs of various injuries, including a parasitic infection in the skull. In 2018, Sue was moved to a new room at the Field Museum, featuring an updated assembly and an informational exhibit featuring the world in which Sue lived.
Fossil Specimen (Rexy AMNH 5027) – AMNH 5027, colloquially known as “Rexy,” has been a fixture of the American Museum of Natural History for over a century. Rexy was discovered in 1908 by Barnum Brown and was the first specimen to provide a complete skull and neck vertebrae, thus advancing our knowledge of T. rex. Besides its value to science and the museum, this specimen also served as the inspiration for the skeletal T. rex in the Jurassic Park logo, as well as the animated T. rex skeleton in the Night at the Museum series.
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Finger My Mouth by LouisThiccSexyGlitteryAss | E | 1515 Louis' dentist (and childhood crush) rides him on the orthodontic chair.
A+ Patient by YesIsAWorld | G | 1882 Harry hated everything about the dentist—the antiseptic smell and the bright light in his face and the disappointment in himself and the suction thingy that kept his mouth too dry. But the thing he hated the most was how in love with his dentist he was.
Working With Mouths. by kotabear24 | M | 2075 But, basically, Louis goes to a new dentist...who is Harry Styles.
The gas had a delayed effect(it's just the dentist's office) by AxWorldxAway | nr | 3832 "Got a bit of a laugh, eavesdropping in on my very personal conversation with myself, eh?" Louis pulled the straightest face he could, acting as stern as he could, and he almost pulled it off. That is, until he saw the way the boy paled dramatically and his eyes widened comically. He burst out laughing a second after the boy began rushing out a hasty apology. He couldn't stop laughing, doubling over from his place perched in the chair. The other boy began chuckling slightly along with him. Louis knew it wasn't that funny, but he had to keep his spirits high somehow; he was sitting in a dentist office after all. (Louis cracks his tooth and is forced to take a trip to the dentist. Harry just happens to be the attractive dental assistant to Louis' eccentric dentist.)
Brace Yourself by Kaname | nr | 4056 "Standing in the doorway, wearing the most garish pair of banana scrubs that Louis had ever had the misfortune of seeing, was the most bloody gorgeous man he'd ever laid his eyes on. His hair was twisted into a messy bun of shiny, perfect curls; his thick lips curled up into a playful smile while a set of sparkling green eyes read through his folder. 'Hope you’ve not had trouble "filling" the time before the appointment, then,” the hygienist mused, smirking down at the file in his hands. His muscular forearms were blissfully exposed, a white undershirt rolled up to the elbows while a set of long, elegant fingers flipped leisurely through Louis’ x-rays. “Not that I mean to "drill" you about what you do with your free time, but it would be awfully "root" not to ask.'" (Louis is a whiny arsehat who hates the dentist, and Harry is a hygientist with a pocket full of dental puns and a thing for petite men in poof-hats.)
always tell the truth by anditsonlyforthebrave | nr | 5027 Harry is Louis' dentist and getting a wisdom tooth removed shouldn't be the end of the world.
Tantrums and Toothaches by sagegreenharry | nr | 5159 Louis and Harry's daughters always loved their dentist appointments with Louis. While Harry was off to the side doing his deep breathing, the girls would be laughing in the chair with Louis as he cleaned their teeth. So, this time when Harry gets the text from Louis to bring himself and the girls to his office, and Eva turns pale as a ghost, Harry knows something must be up.
Beautiful smile by HESLWTLJPNJHZJM | G | 5297 Louis takes Doris to her dentist appointment where Harry just so happens to be the dentist. Shocker, I know.
You smile all the time ('cause how can you not show it?) by thebreadvan | E | 9500 Harry’s eyes unwillingly slip up to the doctor, scanning his features and the focused crinkle between his brows. His jaw looks sharp, especially when he clenches it, pearly teeth biting into his bottom lip. Harry admires the stubble growing on his cheeks, and the impressive cut of his cheekbones, and – the blush blooming from his cheeks down to his neck. Harry blinks away, hoping he hasn’t been caught staring or made the man uncomfortable, but Dr. Tomlinson clears his throat and his leg starts bouncing beside Harry’s chair. Harry looks up again, and finds his face twisted into an undecipherable grimace. “Uhm,” Dr. Tomlinson stammers, “Could you hold your tongue still for me?” Harry stops breathing when he realises. He is licking Dr. Tomlinson’s fingers. <<>><<>><<>> Or, Harry never liked dentists, until now.
#Dentists#You smile all the time ('cause how can you not show it?)#thebreadvan#Beautiful smile#HESLWTLJPNJHZJM#Tantrums and Toothaches#sagegreenharry#always tell the truth#anditsonlyforthebrave#Brace yourself#Kaname#The gas had a delayed effect(it's just the dentist's office)#AxWorldxAway#Working with Mouths.#kotabear24#A+ Patient#yesisaworld#LouisThiccSexyGlitteryAss#Finger My Mouth
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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Eighteen
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Word Count: 5027
A cold front came through that night. Even with the fireplace blazing in our bedroom, I could tell the temperature had dropped outside when I awoke in the middle of the night. But I didn’t wake up because I was cold. I’d had another dream.
This one was mild, though. I hadn’t awoke sitting up in a pool of sweat, my heart racing. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the lingering loneliness I felt in the pit of my stomach, I wouldn’t have thought I’d had one at all.
But I could recall it quickly, the details conjuring up like they’d just happened. In my dream Harry had taken me to the airport where he kissed me at the gate like it was no big deal. I’d told him I loved him one last time as our joined hands stretched further and further apart until I could no longer see him. I’d cried on the plane, but only on the inside. And the last thing I remembered from the dream...he’d written me a note that I found in the pocket of my coat.
I love you... No buts
With a sigh, I rolled over to face Harry who laid on his back, his head facing the other direction. I snuggled up against him the best I could, wanting to feel his warmth, but also the comfort of his closeness. He stirred a bit when I laid my arm across his chest, then turned to me with a slight groan.
Neither of us said a word as he pulled me closer, his eyelids still shut closed. He hummed softly against my skin, his breath tickling my forehead until he kissed it. His hand traveled my back to my waist, his long fingers dancing in time with his breathing. I inhaled the scent of him as my lips met his neck, kissing him across his collarbone. His body stilled against mine, and for a moment I thought he’d drifted off to sleep. But then his hand continued caressing my back, moving down to my hip where his fingers ran cross the skin where my butt met my thigh. I sighed into him, wishing his touch would go where I wanted him most. When he cupped my butt cheek, I lifted my leg as my tongue traveled across his jaw to his ear.
Harry rolled me onto my back then, a deep growl rising from his throat. I didn’t want to pressure him into sex if he was too tired, but his audible breaths and the way he pressed his hips into mine told me his body ached as much as mine did. He licked his lips before swiping his tongue across my awaiting mouth. His other hand cradled my face, his thumb pressing gently against my throat. I let out a tiny breath-filled cry when I felt his firmness between us, needing him to fill me with it.
I caught sight of Harry’s hooded eyes as he separated our hungry kiss and reached over to the bedside table to retrieve protection. I watched him hastily roll the condom up his erection, then grab my thigh and give it a nudge upwards.
The sting of his entering me was probably something I’d never get used to, but also never tire of. He made love to me with eager animalism, hard but not rough. Like I was his first meal after not having eaten for days. I liked it, maybe a little too much. Part of me wanted to say something, or perhaps have him talk dirty to me, especially when I lifted my thighs further and he reacted by fucking me harder, his jaw slack as he looked into my eyes. But I actually liked the silence, the only sounds our bodies and breathing, accented with moans of passion.
I could tell Harry’s release was coming soon as his body quivered above mine. He kissed me hard and cried my name, causing my own undoing. I clawed his back and clung to him as we came together. A blissful sigh sounded from Harry when he collapsed, his mouth still lingering closely. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to catch my breath. My fingers tangled in his curls, damp with perspiration.
“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.
“I love you, too,” he declared with a heavy sigh. Then he kissed me deeply once more before rising for the bathroom.
I was asleep before he even returned.
The next couple days were more of the same. Harry cooked for me, even though I told him I was perfectly able and knew my way around a kitchen. He insisted he had it all planned out, so who was I to argue? I did help him though here and there, stirring a pot or slicing vegetables. Mostly I just wanted to be near him.
After dinner, we brought our wine glasses to the living room. We made love on the rug next to the fireplace, the Christmas tree lights glowing. I was glowing too. I never knew a man could make me light up so much from within. For the first time in my life, I felt what it meant to be truly desired and cherished.
“What are you thinking about?” murmured Harry as we laid on the rug. He ran his fingers through my hair as he propped himself up on his elbow.
I shifted my gaze from the Christmas tree to his face and smiled. “You.”
“Liar.”
I chuckled. “What makes you say that?”
“‘Cause you’ve been staring at that tree for at least five minutes. And I’ve noticed when you’re staring at something like that for a while, something’s on your mind.”
“So, I could still be thinking about you.”
Harry shook his head. “But you’re not. Spill.”
I sighed in defeat, blinking a few times. It was kind of scary how he knew me so well.
“I was just thinking about past Christmases,” I answered.
“When you were small or when you were married?”
Clearing my throat, I tore my eyes from his again. “Both.”
“Happy memories?” Harry asked softly and somewhat reluctantly.
Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “Not always.”
I heard Harry let out a breath as his fingers grazed my forehead and my temple. “You can tell me," he whispered.
Shaking my head again, I looked up at him. “I’d rather not.”
“Not even a good story?”
I considered his question for a moment before grinning with a nod. “Okay, I got one. Remember that Buckingham Nicks album?”
“Of course.”
“My brother gave me that for Christmas one year. I’d recently discovered Stevie and had bought all her albums and all the Fleetwood Mac ones. But that one was out of print, and he found it at a used record store and surprised me with it. Best present I’ve ever gotten.”
Harry beamed at me. “There’s that look.”
“What look?”
“The one you had on your face that night of our...first date.”
“You still remember that?”
“‘Course I do,” he smirked. “And I said you have that look when you talk about music and your kids.”
“And when I look at you,” I finished.
“Mmm.”
I slithered closer to him, touching his arm with my hand. “Are you saying I don’t look at you that way anymore?”
“No, you do,” Harry nodded, “it’s just...different.”
“Different how?”
His tongue poked out of the side of his mouth as he considered his reply. Then lowering his arm, he rolled over to lie above me. I furrowed my brows in question as he stared down at me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Showing you.”
Before I could protest, he pressed his mouth to mine. My body instantly relaxed as our lips and tongues danced and he rested his chest against me, tangling his fingers in my hair. Then in one split second, Harry lifted his body and hovered over me, leaving my mouth open and wanting more.
“There it is,” he declared, though I was perplexed.
“What?”
“The look. It’s the same...but slightly different.”
“I don’t get it,” I said, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Don’t worry,” he grunted as he shifted back to his side. “I do.”
I glared at him for a few seconds until he giggled and kissed my forehead.
“So your brother…” he commented, changing the subject. “Don’t reckon you’ve mentioned him before. You’re close, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Well, we were. I don’t see him much. He lives in South Carolina now.”
“Older or younger?”
“Older. Four years. But yeah, we were very close growing up. I was introduced to music very young because of him. He discovered the Beatles, so I did too.”
Harry continued to caress my hair as he grinned at me. “I bet you were really cute as a kid.”
I poked him in the ribs. “Hush, you weren’t even born yet.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It just reminds me,” I remarked, narrowing my eyes. Harry rolled his with a groan as he laid on his back. This time, I turned on my side and looked down at him.
“Okay, we won’t talk about that. I bet you have some good childhood Christmas memories.”
“Loads.”
I smiled. “Share one.”
“Alright, but it probably happened after you were already having babies.”
“Harry.” I poked him again.
He side-eyed me with a smirk, then turned towards me.
“I was never good at keeping secrets,” he began. “Especially as a kid. This one year Gemma and I had gotten my mom a handbag for Christmas. I was so proud of myself for not letting the cat out of the bag. I’d made it to Christmas morning. But just as she was about to open it, I shouted ‘It’s a handbag!’.”
Cackling, I fell back on the rug. I could hear Harry laughing next to me, but I could barely see him for the tears of laughter streaming down my cheeks.
“Oh my God,” I giggled.
“I was a little shit,” declared Harry as I wiped my eyes.
“No,” I disagreed. I rolled over and took his face in my hands. “You’re so damn cute, Harry. Holy shit. I love you.”
I marked his face with kisses all over as he continued to chuckle.
“I love you, too, baby,” he said between kisses.
When I called Lorelei again, she informed me that Tod was coming to get the girls a couple hours earlier than he’d originally said, so they were already packing up their things.
“What should I tell him if he asks?” Lorelei inquired.
Upon my decision to come visit Harry, I’d told Tod that I would be “out of town” when he came to pick up the girls for his Christmas weekend with them, and that Lorelei would be at my place. I hadn’t gone into detail, and he didn’t ask, merely replying to my text that that was fine. And just to be on the safe side, I’d given him Lor’s cell number and told him if he couldn’t get her, to call my mother. So far, he hadn’t asked questions.
“He probably won’t,” I told her.
“But if he does?”
I sighed. “Honestly, Lor, I don’t care. Tell him the truth.”
“Really?”
“He got the hunch that I’m seeing someone when Harry sent me those flowers. I mean, you don’t have to tell him who, just that...you know.”
“Alright.”
“Seriously, though,” I pressed, “I doubt he’s gonna even ask.”
“Okay. Oh, I don’t wanna alarm you, but Jaz had a little episode last night.”
“Oh no.”
“She was okay. She didn’t have a seizure, she just woke up with some spasms. I calmed her down and she was fine. Went right back to sleep,” Lorelei explained.
“Poor thing,” I mumbled.
“She’s fine,” Lor repeated. “Really, Stace. I just figured you’d want to know.”
“Thanks. I’m really glad you’re there with her,” I said.
Lorelei handed the phone to Jasmine then and I had a short and sweet conversation with her, mostly to ease my mind. She sounded like the same ol’ Jaz, my sweet girl.
Emery got on the phone next and immediately demanded she talk to Harry. With a look, I handed him the phone.
“Your biggest fan,” I winked.
“Hello, Em!” greeted Harry.
“Hiiiii!” she sang so loudly I could hear her.
“How are you?”
I watched Harry smile, his beautiful dimples showing, and I took it as my cue.
“I’ll be in the kitchen,” I mouthed and rose from the couch.
Any other mom might’ve stayed to listen to the conversation, but I knew my daughter. She liked her privacy, and she liked when I respected it. Sometimes I thought she was nine going on fifteen.
I stood in the kitchen, taking a look around as though there were something for me to do in there. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water and a couple of carrot sticks that Harry and I had sliced earlier for snacks. Leaning against the counter, I could hear Harry laughing, which filled my heart with joy.
But I also couldn’t deny the little feeling deep inside my gut that had been bothering and annoying me for the last couple days. It was that gnawing sensation deep down that seemed familiar, though I couldn’t pinpoint when I’d felt it before.
Uncertainty. That’s what it was. Fear of the unknown, the future, what was to come. I’d had the feeling last after my divorce. I’d been hollow, a shell of a woman, scared of taking a step for fear of falling deeper down the hole I’d already been trapped in. I’d been screaming to get out until Lorelei had helped me out of my depression by getting me to write again. Since then, I’d had a one-track mind, my compass leading me in the right direction. I’d come out the other side stronger. Then I’d met Harry.
Harry had said he wanted to be my future. But what did that mean, really? Sure, things were great while we were in our little hideaway fantasy. But reality was coming sooner than later. And I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face it.
I stared down at the counter, at my half-eaten carrot next to the longer, untouched one. I was the half-eaten carrot, I realized. Still good, yes. Still had some time left to be enjoyed. But already bruised and beaten, unable to return to the way it once was. Harry was the untouched carrot stick. Still young and full of life and promise. A beautiful soul unscathed by the trappings of mid-life and the road that had yet to take him there.
I cursed myself for being so negative. And for having the audacity for making such a hideous food analogy. I jumped when I heard his footsteps behind me. He set my phone on the counter, and I felt his arms wrap around my waist.
“What’re you doing?” Harry murmured against my neck.
“Nothing,” I leaned into him. “Just giving you some privacy.”
“She’s a chatter, that one.”
I grinned and turned around. “She can be if she has a good listener.”
Harry lifted his hand to brush a curl from my face. “She definitely loves her mum.”
“You were talking about me?”
“A little. She says she misses you and can’t wait to see you for Christmas. Are you gonna eat that?”
I blinked and shook my head as Harry reached for the uneaten carrot stick.
“What else did you talk about?” I inquired as he took a bite.
“Um...she wanted to know what I got you for Christmas, and since I’m your boyfriend it better be something good.”
“She did not!”
Harry laughed. “Okay not in those words. But she did ask what I got you, and she said she’s glad I’m your boyfriend.”
I covered my heart with my hand and sucked in my lips. “She did?”
“Mmhm,” he nodded and swallowed. Then with a grin, he slid his hand across my waist, pulling me to him. “And y’know what? ‘m kinda glad too.”
With a tilt of his head, Harry kissed me softly. And just like with every kiss, my tension and worries melted away, and I was weak in the knees.
“Hey,” I said suddenly. “Since when are you giving me a present? I thought Lorelei said you said no presents.”
Harry smirked as he rubbed his hands down my hips and back up. “I said that you didn’t have to give me anything. I didn’t say anything about me giving you something.”
I gave him a look. “But I thought this was my gift. This trip. This...place. With you.”
“Eh…” Harry hesitated, nodding his head from side to side. “It’s...part of it.”
“Harry Styles…”
“Wha?”
Pursing my lips, I lightly slapped his chest. “I got you something too.”
Harry chuckled, “You did?”
“It’s not much,” I looked down at my fingers against his white t-shirt. I could see the outline of his tattoos and I began to trace them. “But I wanted you to have something to unwrap before I leave.”
Quirking a brow, he slid his hands under the hem of my sweater.
“Not that,” I giggled. “A memento.”
“Trust me, I’ll remember,” Harry growled.
“God, you’re randy,” I quipped, pushing him away just far enough that his lips couldn’t reach me. He laughed harder.
“I’m just teasing you, baby,” he insisted, pulling me back and wrapping his arms around me. “I think it’s very sweet. Can’t wait to see it.”
Sliding my hands up his chest, I smiled at him. “So when are we doing this gift exchange?”
“I was thinking tomorrow night. Before you go home.”
“Ugh,” I scowled. “Don’t say those words.”
“What words?”
“Go home.” I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout and Harry copied it. Throwing my arms around his neck, I murmured, “I don’t wanna.”
“Jaz and Em would miss you,” said Harry as he rubbed my back.
“I know,” I sighed. “But I’ll miss you.”
Harry and I got up early the next morning. Though I’d enjoyed our time together inside immensely, I felt like I’d missed out a little bit on seeing the beauty outside. So, Harry agreed to take a stroll with me at sunrise, checking out the local environment.
Though the day was absolutely stunning, about ten minutes into our walk, I began to think I’d made a massively wrong decision. I was freezing and my fingers were already getting numb, even in the pockets of my wool coat. I could barely even look up at Harry for the cold wind blowing in my eyes, but I was grateful when he took my hand and rubbed it between his own.
We came across a little shop at the end of the road where Harry said we could stop for coffee, but mostly I think it was to get me out of the cold. I’d tried to pretend it wasn’t too bad, but frankly, as much as I hated to admit it, I was a Texan and not used to such frigid temperatures.
I took in a deep breath as soon as we walked in, and I heard the jingle of the bell on the door. The shop smelled amazing. It smelled...like Christmas. Harry and I both ordered coffee and muffins and sat at a small circular table.
I stared at the small decorated tree in the corner as the holiday music played softly. I looked up at the door when it jingled again and an older couple walked in. The man nodded in our direction before stepping up to the counter.
“Morning, Louise,” he told the cashier.
“Good morning, Harry, how’s the weather treatin’ ya?”
I giggled behind my mug and eyed my Harry who winked at me.
“Oh, I’ve certainly seen worse. Can’t right complain, really.”
“Harold, you silly prat! You were just saying how the crops could have frozen overnight,” said the old woman beside him.
“But they didn’t, Millicent, did they?” her husband argued.
With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Millicent turned around and took a seat at the table next to ours. Though the room was small, there were still several empty tables, and I wondered why she chose to sit beside us. Until she looked at us and smiled.
“Harold’s always been a glass is half full kind of fellow,” she remarked. “We have a farm and for years I’ve told him it’s not worth the winter freeze. But would he listen to me? No! ‘Just one more season, Millicent,’ he says. ‘You’ll see.’ Thirty seasons later, and we’re still here.”
I smiled back at Millicent as I felt Harry’s hand grab mine under the table. Harold joined his wife and set a mug in front of her. But she barely acknowledged it. Her gaze seemed to be fixated on me.
“They’re a lovely couple, aren’t they Harold?”
I raised my brows and looked at Harry who grinned at me.
“Yes,” Harold nodded, setting down his coffee. “I reckon you think they look like you and me when we were young.”
“Well, don’t they?” asked Millicent.
“Pardon my wife,” Harold addressed us. “She seems to go down memory lane every time she sees a young couple.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” said Harry.
Millicent beamed wider and sat back. “See?”
“Here you go Harry and Millie,” sang Louise as the rounded the counter with two plates. She set them in front of the older couple who thanked her. I wondered if they only called each other Harold and Millicent and everyone else knew them as Harry and Millie. I figured it was likely.
“I remember being that young,” Millie continued to muse. “Harold was tall and thin like you. Even had a green cap if memory serves.”
Harry smiled at her. “You don’t say.”
Millie nodded, then leaned forward. “What’s your name, love?”
“Harry,” he replied.
“Harold!” Millie poked her husband who nearly dropped his fork.
“You’re joking, lad!” he exclaimed.
Harry chuckled. “No, I’m not.”
“And what’s yours?” Millicent addressed me.
“Stacey,” I shrugged, embarrassed and disappointed that it wasn’t Millie.
“Oh,” she said softly. “That’s not my name, but it’s a lovely name.”
Harold scoffed. “You didn’t have red hair either.”
“Shh,” Millie swatted at her husband. “I could have. They don’t know that.”
That made me laugh out loud and I squeezed Harry’s thigh. He covered my hand with his as he joined me with a giggle.
“How long have you two been married?” asked Millie.
“Oh,” I blushed, “we’re not married.”
“Forgive me,” Millie gasped, clutching her chest. “I get carried away sometimes.”
“Yeah, you do,” mumbled Harold as he bit into a biscuit.
“You just look so...perfect for each other. Such a handsome twosome. I just assumed.”
Sucking in my lips, I turned to Harry and couldn’t help but lay my head on his shoulder. I felt him shake with laughter as he spoke.
“No worries, Millie,” he said. “We aren’t married. But we’re…”
I felt him turn his neck so I lifted my head as he looked into my eyes.
“...very much in love,” he finished.
“How marvelous!” I heard Millie exclaim as she clapped her hands. But I just continued to stare at Harry. My Harry. He mouthed the words I love you as Millie rattled on about something else. I felt like I was momentarily in a bubble, like our own personal snow globe.
The jingle on the door made me blink, followed by a squeal-like cheer from Millie. I turned to see her get up from her chair and greet the young woman and her baby. She cooed at the little one in the buggy and then waved at me.
“Come see, Stacey,” she insisted. “This is my great granddaughter!”
I pushed back my chair and walked over to Millie hovering over the pram.
“She’s beautiful,” I said softly.
“Her name is Annabel. And this is her mummy, my granddaughter, Iris.”
I said hello to Iris and told her congratulations. Tiny little Annabel babbled up at me as I reached my hand to her, and she took my finger. She reminded me of my girls when they were babies.
“Hi there, Annabel,” I suddenly heard Harry say. I hadn’t noticed he’d joined me; I’d been so lost in babyland. I felt his hand on my back as he reached in and took the baby’s other tiny fist.
“You two will have a little one someday, yes?” remarked Millie.
I looked up at her, wide-eyed and speechless. How young did she think I was?
“I...don’t know,” I shrugged nervously. It was all I could say. I wasn’t about to explain I’d already had two. And they weren’t babies anymore. My baby days were...long gone.
“You would have beautiful ones,” Millie added. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so well.
“Millicent,” Harold cleared his throat behind her.
“Sorry,” she said. “I’ve probably overstepped my boundaries again. I just think everyone should have a baby. They’re God’s blessing.”
I smiled at her, to reassure her there were no hard feelings. But my tummy said otherwise.
“We should probably head back,” Harry murmured in my ear. I nodded and stood up straight.
“Nice to meet you all,” I waved.
“Same here, love,” said Millie. “Happy Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” Harry and I called in unison.
Outside in the frigid cold, Harry wrapped his arm around me as we trekked back to the B&B. I had so much on my mind, and I knew Harry could tell, but like the gentleman he was, he remained quiet. This time I was grateful for the sound of the wind whooshing through my ears. When we reached the front door, however, I could feel my cheeks were wet. I didn’t think I’d been crying, so it must have just been from the chill. I wiped them with the back of my hand as I sniffled. Pushing the door open, Harry stepped inside the warm house, and I followed. I shook out of my coat, hanging it on the nearby coat rack. Immediately Harry’s hands landed on my face, cupping my cheeks as he wiped the two tears I must have missed with his thumbs. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but instead he filled the silence with a kiss. I leaned into him, sighing when our lips separated, my arms dropping to my sides.
“I love you,” he murmured against my mouth.
I licked my lips and nodded. “Me too.”
Noticing I wasn’t looking at him, but instead at his chest, he touched my elbow.
“Stacey?”
I said nothing as I slipped my arm from his grasp and headed for the stairs. I could hear him follow me, his feet taking each step behind mine until we reached our room. I stopped at the french doors and stared out into the backyard. I felt him behind me, silently waiting for me to turn around, or to say something. Finally, he seemed to give up and try a different tactic. I felt his arms loop around my waist, his breath in my hair.
“That Millie was quite chatting you up, wasn’t she?”
I nodded. “She’s a sweet lady. I liked her.”
“But you didn’t like all the things she said.”
“I liked them just fine,” I commented.
“Stacey. Baby, talk to me.”
Letting out a long breath, I decided I needed to ask him. “Harry, do you want kids?”
The next few seconds were so quiet I could’ve heard a pin drop.
“I do,” Harry finally said. “Someday.”
“Hmm,” I sounded, unsure of what to say next. So I just said what came out of my mouth. “You know that can’t be with me though, right?”
“I...don’t know that.”
Turning around, I could already feel the tears forming in my eyes. I clenched my teeth as I looked up at him, wanting so badly for what I was about to say to be untrue.
“Harry, I’m forty years old.”
“So?”
“So...when you’re finally ready for kids of your own...when someday comes around...I’ll be too old.”
Harry let out a puff of breath, a chuckle, and it irritated me.
“What?” I glared at him.
“Stacey...you’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Are you wanting a baby right now?”
“No.”
“Well, neither am I.”
“But you just said-”
“Would I like kids someday? Sure. But I’m not giving up someone I love and the time I could be enjoying with them now because of something that may or may not happen in the future.”
I shifted my eyes around the room, then back at him. “I’m not sure that makes me feel any better. You said you hoped you were my future.”
“I do!” Harry took my hands. “Baby...I want to be with you. I don’t know how much more I can show you, that I can prove that to you. But I’ll gladly keep trying.”
“But wh-”
Harry silenced me with his finger. “No buts. Remember?”
“You just said a but.”
“You’re pushing my buttons, woman,” he scoffed.
“Ha! There’s another!”
“That wasn’t a but-” he began before I crashed my lips to his.
I started to chuckle against his mouth as he tickled my sides and guided me to the bed. I laughed harder when he found my most ticklish spot and pinned me down.
“Stop, Harold!” I shouted, trying to push his weight off of me. But it was no use.
“Hey, my name’s not Harold, Millicent!”
We both ended up in a fit of giggles followed by heavy breathing as we lay side by side. I played with his fingers, tracing his cross and anchor tattoos.
“Will you wear that red dress again tonight?” he asked me.
“Why?” I smirked.
“Because it’s our Christmas night. But mostly because you look beautiful in it.”
I smiled and rolled over, kissing his gorgeous face from forehead to chin.
“Anything for you, sugar,” I agreed. “And I won’t count that as a but.”
A/N: I have no recollection of where that gif above came from. I just remember finding it while I was writing this and saved it. Wattpad has it blocked, but hopefully tumblr won't lol.
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God-Touched (WIP Intro)
When a spaceship mechanic’s search for her missing sister lands her in the midst of a Biblical war raging across the universe, she has to grapple with space pirates, ancient demons and her own trauma to save the people she loves.
The year is 5027, and the only bibles left are in intergalactic museums. Which is a shame, because the next messiah is here and she could definitely use a guidebook. Meet Azrea Shore: a twenty-something spaceship mechanic who’s much more concerned with finding her missing sister than with saving the Universe. But when she finds out her sister was kidnapped by the Devil, it looks like she’ll have to do both. That would be hard enough even with a crack team.
All Azrea’s got is a fashionista angel, two alien smugglers in a beat-up spaceship, and a weirdly naive soldier who happens to be her sister’s girlfriend. Technically her sister too, but only if they can actually rescue her. This is going to take a miracle, and she’s still learning how to use those.
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