#62 days left

[kojo-is-adorable]

Honeymoon?

so earlier in filming people say pictures of Jenna Dewan with a white dress on under her coat so its safe to assume that bailey and Nolan get married in season 6 and recently Nathan and Jenna have been spotted filming at the beach. From the lack of specialised equipment or camera men its safe to assume they are on holiday and are video calling someone who's in L.A

[fraeuleintaka]

Raymond Shields' new name: Eddie Fender

This is the 19th post in the Ace Attorney Investigations Collection Countdown: 62 days left until release!

Today's topic: Eddie Fender aka Raymond Shields!

I'm going to be honest: Ray isn't among my favourite characters. I do like him, especially for the role he plays in Investigations 2's story, but I'm not the biggest fan of his personality. I like his interactions with many characters but I'm not all that attached to him for his own sake so I basically would not have cared whatever his name in the official localisation would've been.

I like "Raymond Shields" as his name with "Shields" fitting to Miles' "Edge" in "Edgeworth" (similar to how their Japanese names have the meanings of "shield" and "sword" respectively) and "Raymond" coming from Proto-Germanic meaning "advice" and "protector" which handily fits his role in the game and his job as a defense attorney in general. Going from "Raymond" to "(Uncle) Ray" as a nickname also works really well.

From what I've seen "Eddie Fender" is only really a play on "a defender" which also references his defense attorney position but doesn't do much else. In that context I definitely prefer his fan translated name, it seems to have more meaning behind it. I don't know if he will also refer to himself as "Uncle Ed" or "Uncle Eddie" in the official localisation but somehow that sounds... dirtier than "Uncle Ray"? I'm not the biggest fan of his hug gimmick anyway (except that one time where Patricia Roland "out-hugged" him 😂) so I hope they won't make it worse. (I assume his "full name" is "Edmund" even though he'll only be called "Eddie" to make the pun work - similar to how Gumshoe's actual first name is likely "Richard" with "Dick" being a nickname but "Dick" has the detective reference so that's what he's called - so we'd have a similar nickname situation to "Raymond" and "Ray".) I don't care about his character enough to be particularly upset about the inferior name - and while it's less good than the fan translated one I don't think it's horrible either - but if I had to pick, I'd definitely go with his fan translated name.

[dearweirdme]

[ishighrollerbackyet]

29/1/2024:

no

[ma7moudgaza2]

I don’t love Gaza, and I want to travel?!!

I was born, lived, grew up, and learned in northern Gaza. In its streets, I fell in love, and among its houses were my sweetest memories. My friends, my family, my cousins… everything beautiful happened to me in this country, and everything unpleasant happened to me as well.

I lost my friends. My house was bombed. My family’s home and my memories are gone. I live in a nylon tent. My family and I are hungry, unable to find a loaf of bread to eat. I have literally been devastated in this country. But I won’t allow anyone to tell me: “You don’t love Gaza, and you want to escape from it.”

I was completely against the idea of traveling.

Before the war, and people who know me can attest to this, I was wholeheartedly against traveling. Gaza, despite all its problems, was my home, and I believed that no matter how high I reached or how wealthy I became, there was nothing better than sharing my happiness and achievements with my family and people. I used to say: What good is it to be very rich if I can’t laugh a heartfelt laugh with my friends? What good is it to be a doctor if I can’t return home at the end of the day and see the pride in my mother’s and father’s eyes? Everything I did was to live a simple and happy life with those around me.

The war changed everything.

Until the war happened and destroyed everything. I became afraid to return to northern Gaza, not from the bombing, but from the sorrow over the destruction that occurred.

That’s why, with all the pain, I decided to travel with my family and leave the country.

Why did I decide to travel?

There’s nothing beautiful left for me here. Everything beautiful is gone. My family is hungry. The cold has taken a toll on our little children’s bodies. When I see the face of my niece “Hayat,” I fear losing her to hunger or cold. “She’s the little girl with me in the picture.”

The situation here is frightening. I can’t bear to lose anyone else. I want to get out of the country.

Gaza is in my heart despite everything.

This country is my blood, and its soil is the most precious thing in my life. But I’m not well, and I know I won’t be able to help it in this situation. Because I believe I will return with young people like me, and we will rebuild it anew. But to do something real, I have to travel. Because if this doesn’t happen, I might not even exist—maybe I’ll be dead—or missing.

The donation campaign has reached 62%.

Thank God, we have reached more than half of the goal of the donation campaign to evacuate my family from Gaza as soon as the crossing opens…

There isn’t much left, and I need you for the final push so I can live and start anew.

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[drdemonprince]

It’s true that America has one of the lowest voter turnout rates in the industrialized world, with only 62% of eligible adults turning up to the polls on a good year, and about 50% on a typical one. But if we really dive into the social science data, we can see that non-voters aren’t a bunch of nihilistic commie layabouts who’d prefer to die in a bridge collapse or of an untreated listeria infection than vote for someone who isn’t Vladimir Lenin. No, if we really study it carefully, we can see that the American electoral system has a series of unique features that easily account for why we find voting more cumbersome, confusing, and unrewarding than almost any other voters in the world.

Let’s take a look at the many reasons why Americans don’t vote:

1. We Have the Most Frequent Elections of Any Country

Most other democratic countries only hold major elections once every four or five years, with the occasional local election in between. This is in sharp contrast with the U.S., where we have some smattering of primaries, regional elections, state elections, ballot measures, midterm elections, and national elections basically every single year, often multiple times per year. We have elections more frequently than any other nation in the world — but just as swallowing mountains of vitamin C tablets doesn’t guarantee better health, voting more and harder hasn’t given us more democracy.

2. We Don’t Make Election Day a Holiday

The United States also does far less than most other democracies to facilitate its voters getting to the polls. In 22 countries, voting is legally mandated, and turnout is consequently very high; most countries instead make election day a national holiday, or hold elections on weekends. The United States, in contrast, typically holds elections on weekdays, during work hours, with minimal legal protections for employees whose only option to vote is on the clock.

3. We Make Registration as Hard as Possible

From Denmark, to Sweden, to Iceland, Belgium, and Iraq, all eligible voters in most democracies are automatically registered to vote upon reaching legal adulthood. Voting is typically regarded as a rite of passage one takes part in alongside their classmates and neighbors, made part of the natural flow of the country’s bureaucratic processes.

In the United States, in contrast, voter registration is a process that the individual must seek out — or more recently, be goaded into by their doctor. Here voting is not a communal event, it’s a personal choice, and failing to make the correct choice at the correct time can be penalized. In most other countries, there are no restrictions on when a voter can register, but in much of the United States, registering too early can mean you get stricken from the voter rolls by the time the election rolls around, and registering too late means you’re barred from voting at all.

4. We Make Voters Re-Register Far Too Often

In countries like Canada, Germany, and the Netherlands, voter registration updates automatically when a person moves. In the United State, any time a person changes addresses they must go out of their way to register to vote all over again. This policy disadvantages poorer and younger voters, who move frequently because of job and schooling changes, or landlords who have decided to farm black mold colonies in their kitchens.

Even if a voter does not change their address, in the United States it’s quite common for their registrations to be removed anyway— due to name changes, marriages, data breaches, or simply because the voter rolls from the previous election year have been purged to “prevent fraud” (read: eliminate Black, brown, poor, and left-leaning members from the electorate).

5. We Limit Access to Polling Places & Mail-in Ballots

In many countries, voters can show up to any number of polling places on election day, and showing identification is not always necessary. Here in the United States, the ability to vote is typically restricted to a single polling place. Voter ID laws have been used since before the Jim Crow era to make political participation more difficult for Black, brown, and impoverished voters, as well as for those for whom English is not their first language. Early and absentee voting options are also pretty firmly restricted. About a quarter of democracies worldwide rely on mail-in ballots to make voting more accessible for everyone; here, a mail-in ballot must be requested in advance.

All of these structural barriers help explain why just over 50% of non-voters in the United States are people of color, and a majority of non-voters have been repeatedly found to be impoverished and otherwise marginalized. But these populations don’t only feel excluded from the political process on a practical level: they also report feeling completely unrepresented by the available political options.

6. We Have the Longest, Most Expensive Campaign Seasons

Americans have some of the longest campaign seasons in the world, with Presidential elections lasting about 565 days on average. For reference, the UK’s campaign season is 139 days, Mexico’s is 147, and Canada’s is just 50. We also do not have publicly funded campaigns: our politicians rely upon donors almost entirely.

Because our elections are so frequent and our campaigns are so long and expensive, many American elected officials are in a nearly constant state of fundraising and campaigning. When you take into account the time devoted to organizing rallies, meeting with donors, courting lobbyists, knocking on doors, recording advertisements, and traveling the campaign trail, most federally elected politicians spend more time trying to win their seat than actually doing their jobs.

Imagine how much work you’d get done if you had to interview for your job every day. And now imagine that the person actually paying your wage didn’t want you to do that job at all:

7. Our Elected Officials Do Very Little

Elected officials who spend the majority of their hours campaigning and courting donors don’t have much time to get work done. Nor do they have much incentive to — in practice, their role is to represent the large corporations, weapons manufacturers, Silicon Valley start-ups, and investors who pay their bills, and serve as a stopgap when the public’s demands run afoul of those groups’ interests.

Perhaps that is why, as campaign seasons have gotten longer and more expensive and income inequality has grown more stark, our elected officials have become lean-out quiet quitters of historic proportions. The 118th Congress has so far been the least productive session on record, with only 82 laws having been passed in last two years out of the over 11,000 brought to the floor.

The Biden Administration has moved at a similarly glacial pace; aside from leaping for the phone when Israel calls requesting checking account transfers every two or three weeks, the executive-in-chief has done little but fumble at student loan relief and abortion protections, and bandied about banning TikTok.

The average age of American elected officials has been on a steady rise for some time now, with the obvious senility of figures like Biden, Mitch McConnell, and the late Diane Feinstein serving as the most obvious markers of the government’s stagnancy. Carting around a confused, ailing elderly person’s body around the halls of power like a decommissioned animatronic requires a depth of indifference to human suffering that few of us outside Washington can fathom. But more than that, it reflects a desperation for both parties to cling to what sources of influence and wealth they have. These aged figures are/were reliable simps for Blackstone, General Dynamics, Disney, and AIPAC, and their loyalty is worth far more than their cognitive capacity, or legislative productivity. Their job, in a very real sense, is to not do their job, and a beating-heart cadaver can do that just fine.

You can read the rest of the list for free (or have it narrated to you on the Substack app) at drdevonprice.substack.com!

[freeabortionslol]

broken heater (a lake house series fic) ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

pairings: quinn hughes x reader, slight jack hughes x reader summary: reader gets cold because of the broken heater and goes to quinn warnings!! cursing, cuddling (ofc) a/n: love love love love love and I can't stress this enough, LOVEEE the requests/opinions on this series wc: 1.5k anon: "her room is freezing cold during christmas and she knows out of everyone quinn runs the warmest (also just the own she wants to go to.) and she goes to his room and quinn offered to cuddle her and they cuddled together all night , best sleep for both of them"

Another night during the christmas trip at the lake house meant another night freezing cold in your room. No matter how many blankets you had on your bed, you were still shivering, trying to find even the smallest pocket of warmth. Luke came into your room not long before, complaining about the same thing. You graciously offered him two of your blankets, being the people pleaser you were, but now you were left with even less heat than you began the night with. You really tried to deal with it, squirming every so often to find a warm spot on the mattress, but it was nowhere to be found. Quietly, you stood up from the bed, in hopes that Jack would offer his. You opened your door slowly, stepping out and feeling the cold hardwood on your bare feet as you made your way down the hall. You stopped in front of Jack’s door, knocking on it twice before stepping back to wait on him. You heard the rustle of the blankets, the blankets that sounded so warm and cozy, as he made his way. When he opened the door, he was shirtless, looking frazzled- yet his eyes softened when he realized it was you.

“H-Hey,” He said quietly, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Everything okay?”

You licked your lips, rubbing your eyes from the exhaustion of the day. “My room is like 62 degrees, can I sleep in your bed?” You yawned, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as you waited for his response.

Jack let out a light chuckle, one more nervous than humored. “Uh- not tonight?”

You blinked in surprise, your eyes widening. “What? Why?”

Jack turned his gaze away, rubbing the back of his neck. “There's uh…” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “There’s a girl in my bed.”

Your shoulders slumped, sending him a look of disappointment. “Jack,” You groaned quietly.

“I know, I know-”

“Is it the same girl from the other day?” You asked, whispering to not wake anyone in the house.

Jack clicked his tongue, his gaze centered on the floor. “It’s um…” He paused, looking up at you for a split second before glancing at his bed. “A different…girl.”

You furrowed your brows, your head tilting to the side slightly. You ran your tongue across your bottom row of teeth as you crossed your arms, sending Jack the same disappointment-filled glare. “Fine,” you whispered, turning your body slightly. “Do what you want, I'll just…go somewhere else.” 

“Night, princess.” Jack said before shutting his door, leaving you out in the hallway by yourself. You stood there for a moment, the cold creeping back in as Jack’s door clicked shut. The hallway seemed quieter now, the faint sounds of the wind outside barely reaching your ears. You felt a strange mix of frustration and disappointment stirring inside you, but you weren’t sure if it was more about Jack’s casual dismissal or the fact that you were still freezing cold, alone in the dark. As you turned to head back to your room, you were reminded of the fact that you shouldn’t have gone to Jack in the first place. There was someone waiting for you downstairs who you knew wouldn’t have someone in their bed, someone completely willing to give up some of their space for you. You let out a sigh, fixing your posture as you headed towards the stairs. The railing was cold on your hand as you made your way down, each shiver a gentle reminder of how long this trip would be. You descended the stairs slowly, trying to ignore the chill seeping into your skin. The house was eerily quiet at this hour, the only sounds being the occasional creak of the wood under your feet and the soft whistling of the wind outside. When you reached the bottom, you looked back up at the stairs, half-hoping Jack might come back down to get you. With a reluctant sigh, knowing he wouldn’t, you made your way to Quinn’s door. You knocked twice, no response. You knocked again, no response. You huffed out your breath, slowly turning the doorknob as you left one last knock. You cracked the door just slightly, catching a glimpse of Quinn asleep in his humongous king-sized bed. You and everyone else knew it was the comfiest bed in the entire house, seeing as Quinn had it decked out with some fancy mattress topper, and an even fancier duvet. 

“Quinn,” You whispered from the door, trying to wake him just slightly. He stirred slightly, the soft rise and fall of his chest indicating he was deep in sleep. You hesitated, not wanting to disturb him too much, but you had no other choice. The cold was unbearable, and you could already feel your teeth chattering again as the icy air seeped through the hallway. "Quinn," you whispered again, a little louder this time, your voice slightly pleading. "Quinn, wake up." At the second call, Quinn's eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times, clearly disoriented, before slowly sitting up in bed. His hair was messy, and the pillow had left an imprint on his face, but he still managed to look effortlessly good. 

"Hey," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "What’s going on?" 

You stood in the doorway, trying not to look too desperate, but it was hard when you were shaking from the cold. "The house is fucking freezing," you admitted softly, your voice almost embarrassed. "Could I sleep in the bed with you tonight?" 

Quinn glanced at the bed, then back at you, his expression softening. He shifted his blankets and patted the space next to him, giving you a knowing smile. "Of course. Sorry, I know I need to get the heater fixed." He chuckled quietly, his voice warm and teasing, but there was no hint of annoyance. "Come on, you’re not bothering me."

“Thanks,” You said, climbing over him to get into the bed. “I’ve literally covered myself in blankets. I think I just need to be held.” You giggled softly, your voice still a whisper. Quinn’s eyes flickered with a hint of amusement as you climbed into the bed, and his grin softened at your words. He adjusted the blankets around you, making sure you were comfortable as he shifted beside you. The bed was spacious, but the warmth from his body was immediately reassuring, like a welcome haven against the cold. Quinn shifted onto his side to face you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You wrapped your arms around his body, tucking them underneath his as your face settled into his shoulder. Quinn's warmth enveloped you instantly, his body radiating heat that seeped into your chilled skin. The soft rhythm of his breath, steady and calm, was like a comforting lullaby, a perfect contrast to the cold, silent house around you. He adjusted slightly, pulling you even closer, his arms now fully around you, ensuring you were snug against him. His chest pressed lightly against you, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath you. 

"You good?" Quinn murmured, his voice low and soft, a hint of concern lingering despite the ease of the moment. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle, like he was careful not to disturb the peaceful stillness that had settled between you. 

You hummed quietly, pressing your face deeper into his shoulder, the scent of him, a mix of fresh air and a hint of cologne filling your senses. "Yeah, much better," you whispered, your voice muffled slightly by the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of his body against yours felt like a weight lifting, and you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace. 

Quinn's grip on you tightened just a little, his hand resting lightly on your lower back, pulling you closer still. "Good," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't mind being your personal heater." 

You chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against his chest. "I think I might take you up on that offer more often." 

Quinn laughed quietly, his chest moving with the sound. "Anytime," he said, his tone playful but sincere. "Just...next time, don’t wait so long to ask." You smiled against his shoulder, feeling a warmth that wasn’t just physical, but something deeper, a comfort you hadn't realized you needed until now. There was a quiet, unspoken understanding between you two, something that made the stillness feel comfortable rather than awkward. As the minutes passed, you could feel your body slowly unwinding, the coldness from the night fading away as Quinn's embrace became a sanctuary. His breathing remained steady, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest under your cheek was like a steady anchor, keeping you grounded and at ease.

"Goodnight, Quinny," you murmured, your voice drowsy as your eyelids fluttered shut. 

"Goodnight," he replied, his voice softer now, as though he, too, was already slipping into the peaceful quiet of sleep. The world outside the warmth of the bed seemed far away now. In Quinn's arms, you found the kind of peace that let you relax fully, the kind of warmth that only comes from being held by someone who genuinely cared.

[wonderjanga]

Respect

Captain Marvel is a marvelous hero. He was one of the first. He was a a brilliant man who helped all over the country, not just his hometown of Fawcett. And although this went for about every other hero that churned out of Fawcett as well, This man helped with construction, the wars, the people. He was revered. He was respected. He was powerful. But most importantly, he was kind. That was what won over a majority of the American peoples soon after his debut. That was what made him the hero of that time. That’s why when he and the other Fawcett heroes suddenly disappeared, the people were distraught. There was memorial after memorial for them all. Most were for the Captain though.

So yes, it’s been established already that he’s had a big impact on America, but one could argue it’s way deeper than that. He was, and still is the blueprint for how a hero should act or look like. When the hero Superman first made his debut, people, especially older people liked the similarities they shared. When Flash debuted he was also well liked among older people for his similar costume to the Captain. When Americans found out Wonder Woman was related to the Greek Gods, she was liked too because the Cheese got his powers from the Gods.

Old Man: “You’re the daughter of Zues?”

Old Lady: “Wasn’t Captain Marvel the son of Zeus?”

Old Man: “No, no, he just got his powers from him. At least I think so. It was in the newspaper some many years ago.”

Wondy: “Who’s this… Captain Marvel?”

Old Lady: “One of the best men to come from this country.”

Old Man: “That doesn’t explain anything, Gertie. He was a wonderful hero from when we were children. He disappeared in about ‘62 last I recall.”

Wondy: “A hero that drew power from Zeus… How could he have disappeared?”

Old Lady: “No one knows.” *shrugs* “One day, he and the other Fawcett heroes up and disappeared along with the city itself.”

His impact wasn’t just on heroing of course. This extended to multiple other things. Middle schoolers have a history unit dedicated to the Fawcett heroes. He was honest to God, the beauty standard for men during a resurgence in the 90s. There are posters and photos in a multitude of places from the Whitehouse to a random Ihop in Los Angeles. There are schools named after him and other Fawcett heroes.

Couple: *looking around the lobby of an ihop and spots a photo on a bulletin board* “Is that Captain Marvel…?”

Hostess: “Yes! He came here in 1959. He apparently got some breakfast with some of his hero buddies and took the photo with the owner. Your table will be this way.”

Couple: “Gosh, I used to think he was so cool as a kid.” *follow after the hostess*

When the time bubble finally popped, the entire country was blindsided by the fact that their hero was back in the flesh. He looked exactly the same, acted exactly the same, and still had that exact warm smile.

Marvel: “It’s wonderful to meet you, Mr. Superman Sir.” *puts hand out for a handshake*

Supes: *inner fangirlling because oh my Rao, this guy is practically his idol and he just called Clark both Mister and Sir* “It’s wonderful to meet you too.” *shakes his hand*

The hero worship wasn’t exclusive to just heroes who were kids. No, no, kids, teens, adults, elderly, most heroes think he’s absolutely amazing. Even Batman! They look up to this guy just as much as the regular elderly civilian who was alive before Marvel had been caught in Suspendium.

The most interesting part about all of this in some people’s opinions are that it was like the Cheese had never even left. He still unknowingly evokes respect whenever he walks into a room. He could still make kids smile with a glance. His power had certainly never waned either during the time he was gone. He was still just a marvelous hero.

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Meanwhile during all of this, Billy is internally confused at everything in the modern world and is just trying to handle it the way he normally would. It seems to be working.

[lonewolflupe]

Republic Commando - Delta Squad

Welcome to my latest obsession (I've been calling it my hyperfixation within a hyperfixation within a hyperfixation)! After finally playing Republic Commando (2005) for the first time, I can't get Delta Squad out of my head. And since we never got a face reveal for any of them, I decided to make my own design (since I'm planning on drawing them a lot more 👀). I'll try putting my thought process during designing down below, but before I continue I want to say I was heavily inspired by the following amazing Delta Squad designs, so please go give those some love:

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Alright, buckle up for some ramblings:

38 BOSS As squad leader, I felt like Boss had to look somewhat presentable, without too much self-applied adjustments (like tattoos or alternative haircuts). He has slightly longer hair than Rex, but he likes keeping it short. He does have some stubble on his jaw, because I also felt like he would slightly care about his appearance, but not that much. He has a scar on the left side of his face starting at his lower jaw going up across his cheek, and he has a scar on his right temple crossing through the end of his brow. His hair is the reg-like dark brown and he has the usual dark brown eyes.

40 FIXER I feel like Fixer would stick to the reg look, since he's a bit more into regulations than Sev and Scorch. I did give him slits through both eyebrows, because I thought it would fit with his slicing abilities. He is more careful than the others and wouldn't wrestle with some creature or ordnance (at least not without his bucket on). He does have a thin scar on his chin. I headcanon that he scratches or rubs his chin whenever he feels like he's taking too long slicing (like a tic), and maybe one day he accidentally tore open his skin with a sharp edge of his gauntlet plate; thus the scar on his chin. He has a reg haircut (dark brown) and his eyes are the usual dark brown.

07 SEV Sev, my fierce love.. I was doubting between a buzz cut or the mohawk. I ended up with the mohawk (with undercut) because it gave me the vibes of a hunter/predator. The mohawk is fairly curly at the front. Of course he has several scars, because he isn't afraid to come up close to any hostiles (whether it being enemies or feral creatures they encounter on their missions). The helix of his right ear is slightly torn on three places, like some creature took a bite from it. He has a scar crossing his left eyebrow and one across his lips, making the teeth behind it visible. His hair is the reg-like dark brown and he has the usual dark brown eyes.

62 SCORCH Wooo-ooh! BOOM! That might have happened in his face. You cannot convince me that there is no evidence of explosion-gone-slightly-wrong on this beautiful boy's face. He has a burn mark across the bridge of his nose, across his cheeks, around his right eye and through the middle of his right eyebrow. His right eye is slightly discoloured (lighter than the usual reg eye colour). I don't think it's completely blind, I just think looking at an explosion that close is very unhealthy. He has a bit of a mullet mohawk; broader than Sev's. It's pretty curly, especially at the front, leaving some playful locks dangling down his face. I loved all the partly blonde designs I stumbled upon, so of course I added some blonde streaks through those locks. Besides the streaks, his hair is reg dark brown. His left eye is the usual dark brown too, but as I explained before, the right one is lighter.

I love 'em all but Sev and Scorch are my precious babies but also Boss oh Maker, it's the Tem voice I tell you, I kissed him in my dream last night ahahaha (I'm down bad with the Delta Squad flu, folks). But Fixer is also really cute because he's so baby?? Alright, on to my next Delta Squad piece!

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LORE | REKINDLED EPISODE 62 DELAYED

Hey y'all, bad news: I got hit hard by a cold / flu wombo combo, I've been functionally bologna since Thursday, this is the first time since then I've even been able to stay out of bed longer than 10 minutes.

There isn't much left to get done with tonight's episode but it's still gonna be delayed by a little bit. Ideally it was supposed to have been done between Thursday night / Friday morning but this thing really got the better of me. All I ask for is your patience while I fight through this, I am thankfully starting to enter the upswing but it's still touch and go, mostly just taking it an hour at a time, drinking lots of fluids, cycling between painkillers and decongestants (I haven't been on my ADHD meds in about two days either so that they wouldn't conflict with the cold meds which has been... fun) and getting a lot of rest. The next episode isn't necessarily long or as exciting as the previous one (we gotta come down from the vibes of the eye-pulling incident LMAO), so I don't want to make y'all wait a whole extra week - so I'll be trying to get those finishing touches done with ASAP so that the wait isn't super long <3

Thank you all so much for waiting and for being such awesome readers <3 In the meantime, have this lil' preview!

[occasionalsnippets]

I Read FD!Mc and I love them, awh, how cute, It is stated that FD!Mc is not a constant in the universe since thier alternate self didn't exist but what do you think thier alternate self woild be like if it did exist?

— 🦊 Anon

I did do a couple of little au ideas at the end of the outline but here’s elaboration of Wayne enterprises intern au!

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You get an internship at Wayne Enterprises and it’s pretty great. It’s only supposed to last half a semester but then um. Jason died. The company went to hell for a bit, your supervisor transferred to another department and no one signed your internship annulment form. So, you’re trapped at Wayne Enterprises for the unforeseeable future.

Tim sneaks out one night and ends up becoming Robin. You had told him to wait for you but apparently you were taking too long so he left on his own. Ugh. Teen rebellion. You knew it was going to happen at some point.

The company gets less on fire. Mr. Wayne starts showing up again. It's summer and you are still working at Wayne Enterprises. Fuck you hate it here but at least you're still being paid.

You think that at some point, they just… forgot you were an intern? People keep giving you tasks. You keep doing them. You don't know who your new supervisor is or who to go to anymore.

Tim goes to you for advice on how to take care of a grown ass man. You tell him he should just let you into the Wayne manor so you can do it yourself but he thinks it won't go over well. Fine. Whatever. You help out in the background.

At some point, Batman starts getting better and Tim becomes Robin officially. Mr. Wayne, still pretending to be as ditzy as ever, mistakes you for someone else (an assistant or something?) and brings you along to a board meeting.

You dutifully take notes and watch him run circles around everyone else. At the end of the meeting, once everyone has left, he turns to you and asks "And who are you again?"

You give your name, no last name, and ask if there's anything else he needed. He waves you off. You can already tell he's going to stalk your employment history.

The new intern supervisor's contact information is buried under 62 emails and 5 link portals. You call so you can finally quit. They respond with "You've been promoted". "What?". "You're been promoted". "By who? When? For what?". "By Mr. Wayne, two days ago, to executive assistant."

You complain to Tim as you examine the case he brought back to you for help. He is entirely unsympathetic to your plight.

The things that happen after are mainly just shenanigans.

You know that they know that you know Mr. Wayne and co are vigilantes but in a "professional work setting", you are determined to never directly bring it up. If they want to talk about it, it will be over your dead body.

Later, when Batman gets lost in the time stream and Mr. Wayne mysteriously "retires". Tim breaks the news to you.

"Congrats, you've been appointed CEO."

"What?" you respond in horror.

"You're the new CEO." He's not even hiding his laughter.

"Traitor," you hiss at him as he breaks and laughs directly in your face.

[dearweirdme]

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

New Memories

Kinktober 2024 - Day 19

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader

Kink: Hate Sex

Word Count: 1000+

Summary: You haven't seen Erik in years but a stranger from the future brings you two back together. (Set in X-Men: Days of Futures Past)

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, marking, creampie, rough sex, slight clothed sex, quickie), angst for the plot, mutant!Reader (hair changes with mood)

a/n: Here's day 19! I originally had this day chosen for another character, but I wanted to write for Erik because I binged the X-Men movies, and I'm obsessed! I hope you enjoy it!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

The last time you saw Erik was in 62’ on the beach in Cuba, you had a bleeding Charles in your arms as he disappeared taking your friends with him. It had been a rough couple of years with the war drafting which took all of the students away to fight for their country. The mansion was a ghost town just you, Hank, and Charles left to pick up the pieces. Then Logan showed up talking about the future and that he needed yours, Charles’, and Erik’s help to save the future. 

So that’s how you found yourself sitting on a jet across from Erik. Charles had stormed off the cockpit after a heated argument with Erik and the plane almost crashed due to Erik’s anger. Logan followed Charles to talk to him, to try to talk some sense into him. You were pissed at Erik for everything that occurred years earlier and you did your best to keep your emotions hidden but your mutation wouldn’t let you. Your hair was a burning red color since you locked eyes with him in the Pentagon. 

You sipped the glass of brandy that Logan poured you without you even asking. Your foot tapped unconsciously on the floor of the jet as you glanced at Erik who was staring at you. “What do you want, Erik?” You huffed as you set your glass down. 

He sighed and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “I want to talk about us.” 

You let out a bark of a laugh and shook your head, “There is no ‘us’ you made that abundantly clear that day on the beach.”

He rubbed his temples in frustration, “You were the one to choose Charles.” He retorted and your face hardened and pointed a finger at him.

“He was bleeding out on the fucking beach! I wanted to help because he helped us! If he didn��t, you would be dead but all you care about is power!” You exclaimed as your hair glowed a brighter red with your anger.

“I care about our kind! Making sure that we survive!” He yelled standing up and you stood up and stood face to face with him.

“Why don’t you care about me?!” You questioned with tears in your eyes as your hair slowly faded back to the normal angry red color. 

He huffed and ran a hurried hand through his hair, “Why don’t you get it?! Everything I did was to protect you!” He said angrily and you shook your head as you blinked back your tears.

“Then you should’ve stayed!” You yelled back at him.

He scoffed and his eyes drifted down to your lips then back up to your eyes and you threw yourself into his arms. You pressed your lips against his in a passionate and angry kiss. His hands grasped at your waist tight and he pulled you flush against his chest as his lips devoured yours. He scooped you up in his arms and sat back in his chair with you in his lap, your hips grinding down to press against his bulge, making him grunt against your lips and his large hands gripped your hips tighter. 

His hands moved up under your shirt and yanked it off to leave you in a bra and his lips moved to lick and bite at each new expanse of skin he could get to. Your hair shifting into a dark pink color as your panties dampen with your arousal and you moaned as he left little bruises on your skin. Your hands moved to undo your jeans and shimmy out of them. He palmed at your lace covered mounds roughly as his teeth sunk into your neck making you let out a moan and arch into his warm mouth. 

Your hands undid his belt quickly and pulled his hard cock out of the confines of his slacks and you stroked him slowly, spitting into your palm to make the strokes smoother. He grunted and groaned at the pleasure of your palm against his sensitive cock.

“Fuck, love. I missed you so much.” Erik mumbled against your skin and his hand pulled your panties aside to thumb against your bud. 

“A-ah, s-shut up.” You stuttered as he rubbed tight circles on your clit before he lined his cock up to your weeping hole and speared into you. You cried out his name as he filled you up with one stroke, your walls stretching as he bullied his way into your cunt. 

His hands gripped your bare hips tight as he started thrusting up into your clenching cunt, his pace set fast and hard making your breasts bounce with each thrust. You let out little moans and gasps as the tip of his cock slammed into your sweet spot. You leaned down and slammed your lips onto his and kissed him hungrily. Your moans muffled against his lips as he jackhammered into your cunt, making your thighs shake around his lap.  

Your eyes locked with his as you pulled away and rested your forehead against his. Your lips puffy and parted as soft pants leave them and Erik’s eyes dark with lust and love. Your heart clenched at the sight and you closed your eyes as a moan left your lips as you felt your end near.

“Look at me, love.” He whispered and your eyes fluttered open to lock on his eyes and he slipped a hand down to rub tight circles on your clit softly mailing the coil in your belly snap and you gasped and moaned as you came all over his cock. He groaned your name and his eyes fluttered close as he was pushed over his edge, cumming deep in your cunt as the aftershocks of your own orgasm racked your body.

You slumped against him, panting softly as you came down from your high, your hair shifting into your natural color. You rest your forehead against his and his blue eyes lock on yours and small tears fill your eyes. “Don’t leave me again.” You whispered in a small and soft voice and you ran your fingers through his hair.

He grasped your hand softly and brought it down to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against your palm and a tear dropped down your cheek, “Never again, my darling.” He whispered and you kissed him again, hoping that his words were true.

[daryltwdixon]

The Ruins of Us Part II: table of contents

Summary: After the farm’s devastating fall, you’re forced to confront not only the dangers of the open landscape but the emotional weight that presses down on you day and night. The distraction of survival left little room to process the pain and guilt that now linger beneath the surface, but when the group discovers the prison, the urgency to survive finally eases, and the flood of emotions you’ve buried starts to rise. With the adrenaline gone, you’re left to face your grief, guilt, and shifting dynamics within the group. Relationships are tested in the wake of loss, and your inner struggle feels heavier than ever. Yet, through it all, there’s one bond you can always rely on: Daryl. Steady, unwavering, and your constant in a world of uncertainty, he might be the only thing keeping you grounded as you fight through the fog of grief and find your way back to yourself.

warnings: canon typical violence including walker deaths and gore, mentions of depressions and ptsd, (canon) character deaths, violence against mfc

The Ruins of Us | The Promise of Us | The Heart of Us | my masterlist

PART I

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

PART II

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Epilogue

[angie-likes-to-art]

Fic Recs (Wizarding World VI)

All fics are fem!reader

Marvel One Two Three Wizarding World One Two Three Four Five Stranger Things One Two Three Four Five Specific Characters Tangerine Masterlist

Hypocrite by @evergone

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader Summary: “The reader is embarrassed by the hickies Theo left on her, but she's not one to speak.”

Only Me by @amiableness

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader Summary: “Desperate to get a persistent girl off his back, Enzo and reader kiss. But when the kiss unexpectedly turns heated, Theo loses it.”

In Another Life (Series, Ongoing) by @astonishment

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader, James Potter x Reader Summary: “𝖨𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍.”

Academic Affair, Prologue by @fandomlit

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Summary: “being a professor at hogwarts always brought you an interesting day, but your past starts to reappear in odd ways: in the son of one of your former best friends, a dog you can't stop seeing, and an old crush getting the cursed job the school. it all looks to mean one thing--it's time to stop running from the things you tried hard not to think about.”

Voodoo Doll by @moonpascal

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader Summary: “theo can’t get you out of his head. which could only mean you put a spell on him. or loosely based on a song”

Let Me by @distantdarlings (18+ Only)

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader Summary: Theodore Nott has been harassing you ever since he found out you had a crush on him. Now, you’ve been paired together for a project for McGonagall’s class and he has nothing good in mind. 

By Tired Hands by @luveline

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Roomate!Reader Summary: “remus’ touch after a long night prompts a tired confession (and a slew of clumsy kisses).”

What You Need by @marauder-misprint

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Potter!Reader Request: “can you write 62 for the dialogue prompt with remus? maybe she’s james’ sister and a flirt just like him. bc jealous rem ✅✅ they’re dumb for each other but sooo oblivious”

Blood Quill by @jasmines-library

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Request: “hi!! i love your new marauder writings! could you do something with remus and his sense of smell- could either be an angsty one or a fluffy one- not sure what you are comfy writing (like she’s on her period, got injured by accident or by someone else, or she has self-h*rmed) ignore this if you’re uncomfortable! realizing now i should’ve looked for your request rules 😖”

Their Favorite Show by @justagirlwholikesadam (18+ Only)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Summary: “Sirius and James have a secret. They love watching Remus fucking his girlfriend, you. Without both of you knowing.”

[scorpioriesling]

The Prophecy

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Pairing(s): Lucien x reader

Warnings: angst, happy ending

Summary: It was his worst day, but your dream come true. Finally, Elain had Helion break the bond. When your best friend finally opened up to you... he realizes this might have been the best thing that could have happened to him.

SR’s Note: Another lovely request from @hardcoremarvelfan using prompts #1, #3, #62, and #65! Thank you for your patience, and I hope you like. <3

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"I feel like this might make him feel better."

What you thought was a helpful suggestion only earned you an eyeroll.

"Y/N, I can see where you're coming from, but... I don't think anything will be able to make him feel better right now."

You frowned at Tamlin, continuing your stirring. You figured at least making apple tarts would bring up Lucien's mood when he returned, but his best friend seemed to disagree.

"Tamlin, we have to at least try."

He huffed a laugh.

"Try? Y/N, it's been three weeks -- don't you think by now, I've been trying?" He ran a hand through his hair, leaning against the kitchen table.

Your frown turned into a hard stare. "I'm not saying you haven't, but it's trying everyday that might make a difference."

He continued talking though you turned around to face your pot once more.

"Y/N, respectfully, I don't think anything we do for him is going to make him feel better... his mate did leave him, you know."

You turned quickly, baring your teeth to the High Lord.

"I'm fully aware of that! I'm his friend too, Tamlin -- did you ever think the bond finally being broken may be a good thing?" Tamlin flinched, listening to your harsh words.

"Y/N..."

"Did you ever stop to think, that Lucien being free of someone so blind to his love, may be the freedom he needs?"

"Y/N-"

"Were you talking about me?"

The room falls silent as the familiar redhead stands in the doorway. His face is wan, as though he hasn't slept for weeks -- you were sure he hadn't. He fled once the bond had been broken, and didn't return since.

You open your mouth to try and explain, but Tamlin only raises a hand.

"We were simply concerned for you, Lucien."

Lucien huffs, his face falling as he gazes toward the floor.

"Friends with concerns don't speak behind their friend's back." He says quietly, and your heart squeezes in pain. You lay down the wooden spoon you'd been using, stepping quickly toward your friend.

"Lucien, we just want to help you-"

"Don't," he says when you reach out a hand to grasp his. You slowly drop your hand, watching as Lucien avoids your stare. "You have no idea what I need right now."

He turns to leave the kitchen, and you instinctively reach out to grasp his wrist. He pauses, his breath hitching as you take a half-step closer.

"Lucien, please... lean on us. We're your best friends, and..." you fumble for the words, the words you'd wanted to say for so long.

Before you can think too long, he meets your eye for only a second. Simmering anger and pent-up frustration bubble beneath the surface of his stare, and tears stung the back of your eyes.

"Tempting offer, but I'll pass."

With that, he wrenched his hand free from your grasp and made for the front door of the manor.

You turned slowly, the tears threatening to spill over. You don't look up at Tamlin, knowing he'll pin you with an I-told-you-so stare. Slowly sulking back to your simmering pot, you're surprised when he pulls you into a hug instead.

His hand strokes over the back of your head knowingly, and that's when you finally allow the tears to fall.

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You wiped your nose one last time after bringing the tarts out of the oven. Over the past few hours, you'd successfully baked the treats to perfection -- however, Tamlin had left for the town square and you hadn't seen Lucien since.

After sliding a few onto a small platter, you glanced out the window. The setting sun left the room in a luminous glow, and in your state of upset, you hadn't thought to look outside.

You were glad you did -- Lucien laid beneath a large oak tree just outside. You sighed at the sight of him alone out there, basking in the sunlight with his eyes closed.

Immediately, you beelined for the front door.

The afternoon sun warmed your skin as you stepped out onto the lawn, the fresh smell of Spring infultrating your nose. Your sights were set on the love of your life lying ahead, and an angry tendril of fear wrapped its way around your heart.

What if he wanted to be alone?

Surely, no one wanted to be alone, you reasoned with yourself.

But had he wanted your presence?

Well, you were about to find out.

"Hi," you mumbled weakly as you approached. Lucien's eyes opened slightly, and he made to adjust his position against the tree. His gaze caught on the tarts in your hand, and a ghost of a smile graced his lips. You sat beside him, fanning your skirts out as he scoot over a bit.

"I... just, made these," you offered, extending the plate to him. His small smile turned into a grin as he accepted one from the plate, and inhaled the cinnamon scent before taking a bite.

"Mmmm," he hummed, and you couldn't withhold your grin. Tamlin could can it -- tarts always made people feel better.

"These are delicious."

"They always were your favorite."

"I'm so glad you remembered."

"I could never forget."

The conversation lulled as the two of you danced around the elephant in the room. Lucien swallowed the last bite, and leaned back again with a deep sigh. You followed suit, allowing the soft grass to cushion the back of your head.

It was quiet -- nice, even, just to see Lucien and spend time with him again. It'd been so long since you'd seen him last, and you only wanted to comfort him in such a time.

"Y/N, I... thank you," he said softly. You peeked sidelong at him, and caught his skyward gaze. "I know you mean well, you and Tamlin anyway, I just... it's been hard since, you know." He sighed, and you inched closer to him.

"I'm sorry you overheard all that this morning Lucien -- but I meant what I said," you say, and Lucien looks to you finally. "Maybe this is how it's meant to be, you know... now that you can finally begin to move on-"

"And how do you expect me to do that?" He cuts in, his brow furrowing. You chew the inside of your cheek, looking at him intensely. In this light, with only a few inches between the two of you, the freckles on his face could practically be counted one by one.

"Well," you say timidly. "I have a proposition for you."

He huffs a small laugh. "Which is?"

"The best way to move on from someone, sometimes..." you begin, your heart starting to race. "Is, to... move on with someone else."

Lucien lets out a laugh, the sound like music to your ears. Though it wasn't the reaction you'd hoped for, you were happy to see him smiling.

"Right, right -- and who would you suggest I move on with?" He raises an eyebrow. The corner of your lips rise slowly, and Lucien's playful gaze slips. You don't miss the subtle glance toward your lips, before his amber and golden eyes meet yours once more. You inch forward as his eyes widen, taking in his scent of moss, apple and home.

His large hand reaching for the curve of your waist is the last thing you see before his lips finally, finally touch yours.

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